love is indomitable

[hstoryhuh]

#𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐇𝐔𝐇.   INDEPENDENT,  PRIVATE,  &  HIGHLY  SELECTIVE.      dual  blog  featuring  𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓-𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙  &  𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐗  of  red,  white,  and  royal blue  media.  book  canon  leaning,  movie  &  headcanon  influences  will  be  featured  within  the  portrayals.  please  read  rules  before  following  &  interacting.  established  august  2023,  remade  january  2024.  written  by  britt ( she/her, 21+ ).  minors  dni,  beta  editor  only. low activity.

      𝐈. 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.  𝐈𝐈. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.  𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬.  𝐈𝐕. 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬.

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[hstoryhuh]

UNTIL THE NEW MOVIE COMES OUT, I'LL BE MOVING THE BOYS TO MY MULTIMUSE BLOG. I CAN'T HANDLE THREE BLOGS AT THE MOMENT.

[soulwaned]

Doesn’t   everyone   want   to   feel   in   the   night   the   beloved   body,   compass,   polestar   -   to   hear   the   quiet   breathing   that   says   '𝐈   𝐀𝐌   𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄',   that   means   also   𝔂𝓸𝓾   𝓪𝓻𝓮   𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮   because   you   hear   me,   you   are   here   with   me.   And   when   one   turns,  the   other   turns   —

#SOULWANED.   Independent,   private,   &   mutually   exclusive   multi-fandom,   multimuse   roleplaying   blog.   written   by   britt   (   she/her,   21+   ).   ©

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@hstoryhuh

[westwingsolo]

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt ( from henry )

He had just finish getting dressed and turned to ask his boyfriend if he looked okay. Apparently words were not needed to answer, because Henry was pulling him by the tie for a kiss that left Alex fluttering his eyes opened.

"So... I look okay then?"

[hstoryhuh]

he   smooths   his   palm   along   the   tie   that   he   had   just   used   to   pull   his   boyfriend   in,      making   sure   that   the   material   hasn't   been   wrinkled   before   pressing   their   foreheads   together   and   allowing   himself   a   moment   to   just   enjoy   alex   and   having   him   close.         ❛❛   you   look   beautiful,      darling.   ❜❜         he   tips   his   head,      lifting   just   enough   to   press   a   kiss   to   the   center   of   his   forehead.         ❛❛   you   hardly   need   to   go   fishing   for   compliments.   ❜❜            

[hstoryhuh]

[hstoryhuh]

[griefseason]

henry  says  it  in  a  way  that  makes  hayes  chest  tighten.        he  could  be  out  with  anyone  –  any  man  of  his  choosing  would  be  beyond  lucky.        but  he's  here  with  hayes.         &*  that  has  the  prince  smiling  like  this.       his  stomach  nearly  flips  at  the  joy  written  on  the  blonde's  expression.      did  he  deserve  that  kind  of  look  ?        he  still  can't  quite  believe  that.       he  smiles  around  the  piece  of  bread  he's  biting  into  &*  hums  ,  head  ducking  as  a  chuckle  sounds  low  in  his  chest.        ❛   makin'  it  very  easy  for  me  ,  huh  ?       i  don't  have  to  try  so  hard  if  just  being  out  with  you  is  that  exciting.     ❜        amused  little  snicker  is  given  alongside  a  wink.     he  reaches  over  ,  palm  up  &*  extended  to  henry  to  take  as  it  rests  on  the  table  between  them.         ❛     completely  unrelated  to  trying  hard     …    have  i  mentioned  how  handsome  you  look  tonight  ?      truly  –  i  like  you  in  blue.   ❜

[hstoryhuh]

❛❛   i'm   a   simple   man,   ❜❜         henry   voices   as   he   reaches   out   as   well,      taking   his   hand   with   ease   and   something   within   him   settles   to   a   comfort   that   henry   can't   quite   begin   to   explain.         he   liked   this,      liked   being   able   to   sit   with   hayes   and   just   be      ...      there   may   be   a   tinge   of   worry   buried   within   him   somewhere;      but   he's   not   going   to   allow   himself   to   overthink   it.         instead   he   smiles   softly   across   the   table,      ducking   his   head   some   at   the   compliment   and   knowing   that   his   cheeks   are   a   shade   of   pink   now.         ❛❛   you're   the   one   that   looks   handsome.      you   always   do.   ❜❜         and   he   did.         henry   was   always   so   captivated   by   him,      how   beautiful   he   looked   and   tonight   was   no   different.         ❛❛   should   i   start   adding   more   blue   to   my   wardrobe   then?      for   you?   ❜❜                  

[hstoryhuh]

oh hey. i missed this blog's birthday.

[astrodickology]

I got pretty eyes so I love to look up when I’m sucking dick

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he can’t help but smile at the rosy cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss upon his cheek. letting henry fall into his arms was easy. the simplest touch from his boyfriend makes him happy but the fingers on his hair? that’s where they belong. “mi amor. mi vida***. i am not plotting anything. i just simply missed my man and wanted to share the thought.” it was not a lie. every second he spends apart from henry is pure torture. his hands rest on henry’s waist, one of his favorite spots to take a hold off and he pushes him closer. “i fucking love you, did you know that?”

*** my love, my life.

[hstoryhuh]

❛❛   you   know   i   don't   believe   you,   right?   ❜❜         his   voice   is   muffled   from   where   he   presses   his   face   into   the   curve   of   alex's   shoulder,      allowing   himself   a   moment   to   just   enjoy   being   surrounded   by   all   that   is   alex.         to   say   that   he   missed   him   would   have   been   an   understatement,         so   he   didn't   even   bother   trying   to   say   it      -      he   thinks   (   no,   he   knows   )   that   alex   has   missed   him   just   as   much.         he   leans   back   at   the   next   words,      his   expression   softening   as   his   hand   gently   cups   alex's   cheek   and   a   thumb   sweeps   along   his   warmed   skin.         ❛❛   and   i   love   you   too,      did   you   know   that?   ❜❜            

[hstoryhuh]

wait a second ...

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he winks at henry, confirming the truth in his comment, already reaching for another glass of wine. ❝ it comes from years of experience, dear henry. years and years of pretending. as i'm sure you're doing right now. ❞ vasily glances at one of the reporters walking around, holding up a glass to him. ❝ sometimes it helps to make friends with them. that way they'll be a little nicer when writing about you. ❞ he takes a sip, giving another smile to said reporter before turning back to henry. ❝ i could start flirting with you. i'm sure the morning papers would love that. ❞

[hstoryhuh]

if   henry   wasn't   a   master   at   keeping   his   emotions   in   check,      he   thinks   he   would   blanche   at   the   thought   of   making   friends   with   the   reporters      -      it   wasn't   that   he   didn't   think   he   could   do   it,      it   was   just      ...      why   would   he?      they've   all   spent   years   writing   things   about   him      (   most   of   them   wrong   )   so   why   would   he   trust   them   now?         ❛❛   excuse   you?   ❜❜         his   brow   furrowed   and   he   glances   from   vasily   to   the   glass   of   wine   and   back   again.         ❛❛   are   you   sure   you   haven't   had   too   many   of   those?      because   i   think   i   just   heard   you   say   that   you   could   start   flirting   with   me.   ❜❜            

[frthestars]

Alex watches the realization spread across Henry's face with a satisfied grin.

Setting up jokes, hooks in interviews, keeping a crowd hungry and waiting for what they want to hear, is all well and good. That excites Alex, but this, teasing his boyfriend might be the best thing of all.

"Yeah," his lip quirks up to one side. "I can think of better things." Alex glances at his wristwatch, his disappointment evident as he glances back up Henry. "Which will, unfortunately, have to wait."

[hstoryhuh]

❛❛   perhaps   don't   think   of   it   as   waiting,      so   much   as   an   ...   incentive   to   finish   things   so   that   you   can   come   back   and   get   your   reward.   ❜❜         the   prince   smiled   fondly   then,      lifting   his   hand   to   gently   thumb   at   the   dimple   formed.         ❛❛   you   look   wonderful,   darling.   ❜❜         then   again,      he   always   though   alex   looked   amazing;      it   didn't   matter   what   he   wore      -      from   an   expensive   suit   to   one   of   the   many   hoodies   that   were   stored   away   in   the   closet   upstairs;         alex   has   always   been   beautiful   in   henry's   eyes.         

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“Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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@hstoryhuh sent a meme // "Don’t smile at me like that. It’s not fair."

“like what, baby? i’m just really happy to see you.” he says, pushing henry closer towards him. “i really missed you, mi vida.”

[hstoryhuh]

❛❛   like   that   -   ❜❜         he   shakes   his   head   fondly,      his   cheeks   flushing   just   the   lightest   shade   of   pink   as   he   lets   himself   be   pulled   in   closer.         ❛❛   you   know   exactly   what   you're   doing      ...      ❜❜         this   frustrating   man   could   play   coy   all   the   wanted   to,      but   henry   knew   him   and   he   knew   what   that   smile   meant.      henry   wound   his   arms   around   alex's   neck,      the   fingers   of   one   hand   slipping   into   the   short   hairs   at   the   back   of   his   neck   as   he   rested   a   palm   there; it felt like he was made to touch alex.         ❛❛   hello,      darling.         i've   missed   you   too.   ❜❜                  

[leschanceux-gone]

alex tents his knees, curls his arms around them in an attempt to ground himself, get his shit together. "my foot-" he starts, clearing his throat before starting again, "my foot hit the edge and i just... tripped." wiping his face on his forearm, he wonders idly if his skin's wet because he's sweating from his workout, or if he's crying ( and why can't he tell? still, wondering saves him from trying - and failing - to look at henry ). "just... bruised, i think." nothing really hurts, it's more an ache in his leg, in his chest, in his head.

he doesn't move as henry moves to sit beside him, puts a hand between them in a clear invitation. do you want to talk about it? "it's stupid." he feels stupid. why can't he just have a thought without it growing, spiralling, twisting into something that temporarily takes over his entire life and ruins his day? alex doesn't know. he sniffs, uncurls, leans his aching head back and tries to focus on lowering his heart rate. "it's... really stupid."

[hstoryhuh]

bruised   isn't   exactly   the   answer   that   he   was   looking   for,      but   it's   clear   that   it's   about   as   much   of   an   admission   as   he's   going   to   get.      he   glances   back   toward   the   treadmill   for   a   moment,      as   though   he   can   picture   what   had   just   happened   but   he   doesn't   voice   anything      -      he   merely   turns   his   attention   back   to   alex.

his   worry   hasn't   faded   since   he   stepped   into   the   room,      not   really.      there's   something,      very   clearly,      going   on   with   alex   and   yet   henry   knows   that   he   can't   push   or   else   it   will   just   make   alex   pull   away   even   more   so.         ❛❛   if   it's   bothering   you,      then   it's   hardly   stupid.   ❜❜         his   expression   pinched   with   his   concern   and   he   leaned   back   some   as   well,      resting   his   head   back   against   the   wall   and   looking   over   at   alex.         ❛❛   nothing   that   bothers   you   is   stupid.   ❜❜         especially   if   it   has   alex   twisted   up   enough   to   fall   off   the   treadmill   of   all   things.