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Sir Sherlock Holmes & The Indian Princess
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Chapter Summary: In England, Sherlock Holmes receives an alarm letter from his dear friend Doctor John Watson. In Delhi, You don't mind being a teacher, but with new building plans, you reflect on your circumstances and opportunities.
Pairing: Sherlock Homes x Desi!reader
Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Slow burn, generational trauma, colonisation, implied murder, death of a parent, classism & caste.
Word Count: 6k
Author Notes:
â Everything written in bold is being said in Hindustani
â The Reader character goes by the last name Newalkar and is the daughter of Damodar Rao Newalkar â the adopted son of Rani Laxmibai. I must advise this story is pure fiction but based in the occupation of the British Raj that invaded and Colonised India.
â I am a White European/Australian woman, I apologise for any cultural or historical inaccuracies. I am receiving help from online sources and desi Tumblr mutual @livesinfantasyland and I heavily encourage other Indian/South Asian/Desi readers to share their thoughts, constructive criticism and help as I write this story.
Inspiring Song: "Paint it Black" by Ciara
11:35pm Thursday 26th June 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England.
This story begins and ends with the sound of rain.
Tink!
The roof had begun a leak. And when this leak came to play it had a habit of landing directly on the head of a disgruntled and lonely fellow. Â The greatest detective in London who could not find a friend. Granted I must inform you, Mr Sherlock Holmes did in fact have some friends, but by misfortunes, none were presently in the country.
Tink!
He angrily sighed. Another drop of rain hit his head.
He launched from his arm chair and grumbling moved an empty teapot to sit on the cushion he previously sat. The drops thus made a small tinkling as they landed inside the empty pot.
Plonk!
He rubbed his eyes and checked the time on the mantle piece clock. He had lost weeks of his life. Hours squeezed down to into unknown days or months, he could not tell. It did not help how he consistently drew the curtains closed to design total darkness other than the fireplace and his candles to light up his home.
A light shiver ran up his spine. The weather was dangerously cold today. His fingertips upon inspection grew from pale white to a dark pink.
Plonk!
He wandered if perhaps it was time to have a holiday in sunny Spain.
A knock on his door broke his imagined vacation like a hammer to glass.
His pesky landlady Mrs Hudson intruded on his stuffy dust filled space. She grumbled nonsense about the filth of her apartment sheâs rented out to the famous Detective before handing him a thick envelope.
Plonk!
And the moment he could see and recognised the handwriting he snatched the Letter from her wrinkly fingers and banished her with a bellowing shout. The woman fluttered out and muttered her further disgusts of his treatment.
Plonk!
But Sherlock did not care for her opinion or rather anyoneâs for that matter, Sherlock only cares about the stamp he tore opened the parchment he eagerly unfolded.
John Watson. Doctor, soldier and dear friend. He was Sherlockâs greatest companion to note. He had never felt such brotherly love until he met the very man seeking a roommate here in baker street.
Doctor and detective used to comb London for clues to solve crimes and very noticeably took an interest at the sports of pleasure. The luxurious brothels of London welcomed him and his friend with open arms and spread legs. Doctor Watson was the easy victim of sex while Sherlock was one to enjoy his opium pipe and watch his friend succumb to the mouths of half-pound harlots.
And among these adventures of interesting women did the doctor find himself in a savage tussle with another jealous male patron...
Sherlock recalled the evening with mirth. His dear friend, brother in arms had been pummelled to a pulp and drunk as a daisy. So when Sherlock escorted him to a hospital, the imbecile had declared that he was doctor of the ward and did not need any stitches. It is a grand thing perhaps Doctor Watson could not fathom the memory of yelling too proudly that his medicine could be only found in the elixir of a womanâs warm cunny.
His nurse, a dirty bird at heart had giggled at this...that nurses name was Mary Mortenson. And she became the very enamoured Mrs Mary Watson.
Sherlock was not fond of his friend becoming so besotted with his bride. He tolerated the womanâs presences at best. Unspokenly, the detective saw competition to gain the doctors attention and it was becoming far too obvious that Mrs Watson would win. Every. Single. Time.
After a month of young love the married pair had decided their honey-moon should be experienced back in Johnâs birth land...Delhi, a city in India. Mary was to meet the senior Mr and Mrs Watson. Coincidently, the English rose was not averse to the foreign landsâŠshe so happened to have been born in Agra. Happy and married, they boarded and sailed across the sea.
Sherlock had high hopes their ship would run scarce of supplies so they might return quickly. He missed his dear friend and even his annoying wife.
The letter in between if thumbs and fingers were the first words from them he had gotten in nearly three months. The letter read as followed...
âDear Sherlock,
Mary and I have come to my home I grew up in as a boy. I was blessed with my parents merry welcome. However, unfortunate circumstances have designed two coffins. For merely a week into our visit my beloved parents have passed. I have yet to decide whether to bury them in the English tradition or burn them in the Hindi ritual. My predicted return back to Baker Street may appear futile and non-existent. Please. Come visit us as soon as it is convenient.
13, 25, 27, 16, 1, 18, 5, 14, 20, 19, 27, 8, 23, 5, 27, 2, 5, 5, 14, 27, 13, 21, 18, 4, 5, 18, 5, 4.
Your sincere faithful friend, Doctor John H. Watson.â
Plonk!
Sherlockâs eyes raced over the page, and cupped his mouth staring at the plethora of numbers. They were not any numbers. John was a simple man, he wasnât the smartest being but Sherlock appreciated his humble attitudes, he liked the doctor admitting he wasnât a world genius, just a man who knew his medicines.
So when an enigmatic set of numbers was written at random Sherlock thought of the most simplistic cypher.
For every number was a letter. 1 being A and 26 being Z, leaving 27 to be a space between a word.
His brows lifted. The message was clear and alarming.
Plonk!
âMy Parents Have Been Murdered.â
He determined his dear doctor had written this cryptic message under the desire of secrecy. His eyes lit up. It meant John needed Sherlockâs help. A case. Something was amiss. John did not know the killers name. If he did, he wouldâve written it or not bothered to write asking Sherlock to visit at all.
He couldnât have run faster to his rooms to start backing as soon as possible.
Plonk!
Sherlock Holmes had know idea what he was going to find in a land he had only heard stories from Watsonâs childhood. He was eager to see his friend, to help him and to finally have an adventure.
01:35pm Friday 11th July 1890, Anglo Arabic Secondary School, Desh Bandhu Gupta Rd, Ajmeri Gate, Delhi.
You dragged the piece of white chalk across a black board and sketched a simple phrase in the English language. You smiled to the young faces that filled the room, sitting in long benches and desks. Their eyes wide and curious, eager to learn.
You waved your hands, âNow, clean your chalk slates students, you are going to learn how to spell good afternoon in English.â
They wipe them down with their small damp clothes and tucked them away in the groove at the top of their slanted desk. You waited patiently until they all sat with their hands resting flat on the wooden desks, mouths shut, eyes seeking knowledge.
You underlined each letter of the first word, âGee, ouw, ouw, dee, this spells âGoodâ and now âAfternoonâ is Aya, eff, tee, Ee, Ara, eynnn, ouw, ouw, eynn.â
The young boys sounded it out with you. Their sweet pubescent voices unionised. You smiled. They were so advanced at such a young age, most of the boys had come from average and wealthy families that could afford them to come to such a fine school. Many were Muslim, others Hindu, it was a good sign of peace. The youth coming together despite their differences. And on odd days you would teach the white children, boys and girls of British and French families who wanted their children to learn Hindi, Arabic and Urdu.
You didnât mind teaching white children, some of the boys could be very disrespectful but you gathered it was behaviour picked up from their arrogant fathers. It wasnât the young boys who had pillaged these lands, it was their fathers and grandfathers.
âThe gee,â you circled the G, âRemember in English is also pronounced like Guh and,â you tapped the double oâs, âOuw ouw in english together when two is said âoooowaâ. Followed by dee being said as Dah. So, letâs say it together?â
You dragged a white line under the word and sounded it out with your students.
âGuh-oooow-dah.â
You smiled.
You repeated, âGood.â
âNow letâs look at the word âafternoonâ,â you announced.
You cleaned the board and looked back at your students. One of the little boys who sat in the front was rubbing his eyes. You smiled softly. He was only six years old. His older brother, a young man now would most likely be the one to collect his brother from school and carry him sleeping back home. You looked at the bell tower just outside the window. It was nearly time for your students to go home and you to return back to your lodgings.
âAye and eff is said as AAaff, then tee is a quick Tuh! And what is Ee and Arrra sound together children?â
âErrr,â they all purred.
You sounded out half of the word with them, âAafftuherrr.â
You rubbed your chalk dust covered fingers together and further explained as you pointed to each important letter, âeynnn makes a Na, sound. And we just practiced double ouw, so sound it out.â
Like a symphony of speech, you all said together, âGuh-oooow-dah Aafftuherrr, Na-ooow-na. Good Afternoon.â
The deep bowing clang of the bells outside rang through the yard and open window shutters. The children looked eager to leave. Their hands were readily holding their slates, ready to put them inside the empty wooden box in the corner of the classroom where they kept all their slates and dusters and the bucket for where they kept their chalk.
âGood afternoon students,â You bided.
âGood afternoon Teacher Madam,â They called back.
âYou may go back home now. Practise your English alphabet song.â
The boys were fast as rabbits, leaping from their desks and fleeing the classroom out the hall and down the stairs. But some at least saluted you as they left. It was a habit theyâd picked up from the white boys who saluted their male teachers. You smiled to yourself as you waved them out. Each left with beaming smiles and playful chatter among themselves.
As you went about sweeping the floor after wiping the chalk from the board, you wondered if you should go to the temple and pray for your students successful education or if you should consider washing your clothing today. It had been very dry today, any moment and you knew the wet season and humid rain would arrive to flood the streets clean of dust and fill the forests with life of green goodness.
As you put away the English education books on the small shelves by the door, a familiar face came rushing in, flushed and excited
If it wasnât her jingling anklet and bangle that announced her To your classroom, it was her shrill cry of your name that did. Â
âY/N! Quick!â Miss Anjuli Paraiyars exclaimed, âYou need to come with me.â
Her dark ink hair was peaking out from her sun patterned veil. The wispy curls stuck to her sweaty forehead and framed her dazzling walnut eyes. They were flooded with mischief that matched her biting lip. Her brows wriggled lightly.
Placing the last book onto the shelf you turned to acknowledge your dear friend.
âAnjuli,â you happily sighed, âWhatever is the matter?â
She waved her hands about, hoping to quicken you along and out the door, âIt is the Watson son, Doctor Watson, he wants to speak with you with important news.â
Your eyes widened. âWhat on earth does that poor soul wish to say to me? After the death of the good Mr and Mrs Watson, I would assume he was still in mourning, why would he call upon me?â
Following your friend outside into the scorching sun, you lifted your saree over your head. She had her family Ox and cart waiting outside the school gates.
âWhat important news Anjuli?â You said a little standoffishly.
âHeâs offering you a job,â She said giddily. She climbed up into the cart and leant down offering her hand to you. Â Once in the cart side by side she sighed, âThatâs all he would tell me,â She grabbed the reigns and cane and tapped the Ox to start moving out onto the dirt road, âBut we all know how very generous he can be like his dear parents.â
Anjuli was right. The late Victoria and Hamish Watsonâs were angelic to the local community. Victoria had been the very soul to teach your late mother English and she was the one to encourage you to attain education enough to become one of the very few first female Indian teachers. She was a well known philanthropist, often aiding the sick and homeless and funding the Indian hospitals. Hamish was a local accountant, financial advisor and lawyer. He was known to be good to the children particularly. He would often hand out sweets as he walked down the street with his briefcase bag. He often aided the locals find new homes when the British planned to evict them and replace white families in their place. The English couple had lived in the country for many decades, long before you were even born. They spoke fluently enough and mimicked the culture so well that you couldâve believed they were born here themselves.
You sat back and nodded, âMay their souls attain moksha.â
02:45pm Friday 11th July 1890, Willingdon Crescent, Central Ridge Forest, Delhi, India.
The sun baked down on the streets of Dehli. The Ox cart rolled along, itâs tail flicking the flies circling itâs flank every so often.
You pinches your saree scarf and covered your face before a bug could fly into your mouth.
Anjuli had to hold the reigns and cane, she leant closer to you and giggled as she nodded to the khaki covered soldiers. Walking by in many small groups.
Anjuli had a terrible habit, she fell in love too easily. For some ungodly reason Anjuli admired the foreigners that had come so long ago and invaded your beautiful country. Maybe she liked how different they looked. The flaxen hair and ice blue gazes in the faces of pale freaks were so opposite to the raven manes and hairy russet warmth of Indian men. It was erotic for her. You just didn't understand how she could so easily find infatuation with the people you considered an enemy, and so should she.
âOh look at them,â she giggled girlishly.
You rolled your eyes, âIâm looking.â There was a timid strain in your voice. You had no real interest to entertain Anjuliâs fascination.
When Anjuli noticed how you in fact weâre not looking but rather looking ahead on the road path she playfully smacked your arm.
âLook!â She sucked her teeth and teasingly scolded, âDo you not know delight at the sight of men?â She reached forward and abruptly touched the front of your blouse, squeezing around for the softness of your breasts, âAre you sure youâre a full grown woman?â she smiled wickedly and prodded her finger in between your legs covered by your top petticoat.
You squeaked loudly and batted her hand. She howled with laughter and kept giggling even as you scowled at her beneath your veil.
You turned your head away from her and scoffed, âI am not as easily swayed by British soldiers. They look so sickly as pale as they are,â your nose wrinkled, âHow could I righteously take a husband in front of beloved Lakshmi and her Vishnu when they look like they tempt Yama too take them at any moment?â
Your friend rolled her eyes, âOh nonsense,â she tapped your hand and waved her fingers into a crowd of soldiers, âSee there that one, his hair the colour of wheat, he is a handsome man. He would make a fine husband.â
And as the cart rolled passed, you couldnât help gag at the smell of the same man Anjuli proclaimed would make a fine husband.
âA fine swine perhaps. Many sow in heat could come trotting to him from miles with such a putrid scent.â
Your head wobbled and your flat palm waved at her, âA husbands good qualities are not to stand on his appearance alone. One day he will grow old, fat, bald and ugly.â
A long dragging sigh came out from the woman beside you. She managed to move both reigns into one hand and playfully tugged your saree away from your face
âYouâre no fun, come on,â she jerked her chin out to the same street as the ox was about to pass another group, âTell me you donât find any of them a little attractive?â
You stared at the oncoming group and now sucked your teeth. You crudely stated, âTheyâd be far more attractive if they left. Went back to their lands, leave our villages and the people of Bharat in peace.â
Anjuli stared blankly at you. Before she could pinch and prod you again you relented and noticed one of the men in the crowd so different from the others.
He was tall, his hair a dark chestnut that matched the shade of his suit. His face was bare and clean in comparison to the soldiers who all adorned moustaches and muttonchop beards on their faces. He was carrying a rather large brief case and walking stick.
âFine...that one,â you nodded, âIn the brown English clothes.â
âThe one wearing a suit?â Anjuli snickered, âHeâs not a soldier though?â
You giggled,âAnd it is for such a reason I find he is most handsome among them.â
You both gazed at him as the ox fully passed by. Anjuli smiled at you.
âHe is rather tall. Strong. What do you think he does?â She asked, âMaybe he is a farmer, or a bricklayer?â
You shook your head. âNo. He couldnât be.â
âHe dresses too finely. It is not their Christian Sunday Sabbath today. He probably is a rich businessman, with a wife and children.â
You looked back to the path as the dusty road became thicker in trees and travel further away from the street. You thought about that strangers wife, what she might look like, probably some English rose with a house full of servants at her command, surrounded by maids and wet nurses for her children. She would live in a grand house and hold soireeâs, welcoming guests from all around to celebrate life. She would have a massive library and a place of worship. It was the life you shouldâve had, the life you were owed and denied merely by the changing events of history and the extinguish of your fatherâs birthright.
Your soft smile faded; you felt a twinge of repulsion mixed with a hint of anger. Youâd think after all these years you wouldâve chosen to forget this, ignore this, let go and accept your circumstances in this life.... You didnât live with your father anymore who would remind you practically daily why not to trust the English or any white man, as if you didnât witness their subjecting abuse and consistent disrespect.
Your eyes fluttered shut, you reached to your side and touched Anjuliâs wrist. She was your truest friend despite her differences and low status. Anjuli came from a Shudra family, and you? You were the daughter, the descendant of Brahims and Kshatriyas...now lowered to the Shudra caste classâŠYou never knew the lavish life of the Jhansi palace, nor tasted the rich foods served on golden plates and surrounded by pretty creatures of the palace menagerie. You would never know the joys of running through the gardens with other children in the royal family.
Everyone was gone, everything was gone. All that was left was your father who scarcely remembered that life but shared all he remembered so his memories would live on through you and bring you hope that one day it would be yours. It was a cruel false hopeâŠ
Eighteen years ago, you had been born inside of a nice house in Indore to the daughter of a prestige painter Vasudeoraobhau Bhatavdekar. As far as you knew, your father loved your mother very much for the incredibly brief time that they were married. A rare jewel in beauty is how he described her often. A marriage of love and choice. Your father said she was softly spoken and obedient, but it was her unconditional love for him and his dreams that held his heart in appreciation.
It was by unfortunate command that she would fall ill to childbed fevers after you were born. After youâŠa girl...not a son. You were nothing in the eyes of the British raj and had no chance of being installed as an heir for any restorationâŠyou were the last hope and failed before your first breath. And that was something youâd never forget.
For a small time, you were raised in that home and then it was decided by your father that you would learn English. His tutors were not available, so he cut your hair short and shipped you off to Delhi with your young uncle Save to the Anglo Arabic Secondary SchoolâŠIt did not take the teachers and headmaster long to discover you were a girl. Before you were to receive the beating of a lifetime it was Mr Hamish Watson who so happened to be accounting the school costs to save you. He took you to his wife who taught you English and then set you to live with his maid servants, Anjuliâs mother.
Your friend spoke after some time of silence, âOh, Iâm meant to tell you- My cousin Vijay sent word this morning, heâs seeking a wife. My mother wants me to ask if youâd like to meet him, a prospective match.â
Your lips curled into a sneer, âIsnât he the one that use to tie our braids together in a knot during Diwali and chase us around the street making animal noises?â
You recalled a young teenage boy about five years your senior with a tooth gap and ruffled hair. He was so annoying, calling you names and bullying you by calling you fat and ugly. He was spoilt and rude. He mocked you when you told him you were a princess. He said you were a princess of pimple pox and nothing more. Oh how you remembered the way your blood boiled.
âWe were children, he was playing, only a boy,â she smiled, âHeâs a man now, studying to be a barrister in Bombay but he will be visiting in a few weeks to help us move.â
Ah yes, the dilemma you needed to find a solution too soon. It was a month ago that a letter had been nailed to the house door, it was an eviction commandment made by the British military and government. The Paraiyars family and you had to leave the home in Raisina hill, why? Because the British do what they likeâŠbuilding concrete monstrosities over beautiful land and demolishing the history of your people like it was worthless dust. Rumours spread about a grand governors palace was to be built there, but they couldnât burn the village to ash with people living inside...well....at least not on their "morally good Christian conscious."
âVijay I believe owns a cottage near the seaside. You could be his bride and live with him instead of moving back to Indore to your father.â
Moving back was not possible...not after his most recent letter.
âFather hasâŠfelt it improper for me to move back to Indore. He believes that my existence would cause me more harm than good under his jailersâ eyesâŠHis pension he shares I give mostly to your mother for board. I have saved my wages, I am consideringâŠmoving to a boarding workhouse in Jhansi or Agra, but tell your mother I would like to greet Vijay when he arrivesâŠâ
You smirked looking down at your fingernails, âLakshmi forbid I run out of money and need to resort to the âcharityâ of Christians or to prostitution.â
Anjuli made a face, shaking her head and brushed her shoulder into yours, âYou wrinkle your nose at every man, white, black or bronze,â she smiled cheekily, âI doubt youâd make a good prostitute.â
âAnjuli!â You shrieked.
Both you and her erupted into a large happy shrill of giggles enough to gain head turns from passing public. You and her playfully poked your elbows into each other. Anjuli was right, there was no chance that you could make a suitable prostituteâŠyou hadnât had sex and didnât know how to please a man, most men you barely liked. They could be selfish. Anjuli on the other hand, she was a frisky thing. She had kissed a hundred men and given her âprecious flowerâ to a boy back when she was thirteen. She had no shame. Anjuli had shared her sordid tales of lust to you many times. You knew her boyfriends that snuck her out at night and returned her by morning. You promised never to tell her mother or father who surely wouldâve disowned her if they knew how promiscuous she was. It was best if they believed she made money with her parents in the markets selling dyed clothes and wooden jewellery boxes.
03:04pm Friday 11th July 1890, 5 Bistdari Road, Central Ridge Forest, Delhi, India.
Arriving to the Watson Bungalow was simple enough, the ox cart rolled and bumped over the rock and sandy grooves of the path. Anjuli pulled the reigns of her beast and helped you both down. She tied her ox to the outside gate posts, the precious creature lowered its head and munched on dry grass that still was hinted in green. The ox would be glad as soon the wet season would hit and all the food delight lush and green would return.
You and Anjuli stepped inside and removed your sandals, Anjuli then led you through the house. It had been some time since you had been here. Anjuliâs mother was dismissed as Mrs Victoria Watsonâs maid when the new Watson bride had arrived.
Doctor Watson, their son was a short ferrety man. His face was covered in a long mutton mustache like a snake of hair slithering along his face. He was a grown man from the teenager you had met many years ago. His parents had sent him to Europe to school, as far as you were aware he had join the army and fought in some notorious war battles like The of Battle of Abu Klea.
As you entered the bureau office, you found him hunched over some paperwork, his brows scrunched. His eyes lifted up and brightened his face on seeing you both.
âOh Miss Paraiyars, Anjuli dear,â he said clapping his hands and opening a drawer in his desk, âThank you so much dear for bringing darling Miss Newalkar here. Here,â he handed Anjuli a small bag and slipped four rupees into her hand, âand take these sweets back to your Mataji, Mrs Paraiyars.â
Anjuli put her hands together and smiled, wobbling her head before leaving you alone to return outside back to her ox cart.
You had your hands pressed together peacefully while the doctor hobbled over to you from around the desk. He was smiling brightly and nodded his head to you, offering you a chair in front of the desk.
âY/N thankyou for coming on such short notice. I requested your presence in person to offer you a job position.â
Your smile fell, you sheepishly explained to the man, âI am currently employed at the Anglo school Doctor, Babu.â
The doctor nodded, âYesâŠAnjuli tells me you are still teaching the children English and Hindi?â
âYes Doctor Babu,â you confirmed.
âHow much are you paid per month?â he asked quickly, touching his lips lightly in thought.
âTwenty five rupees,â you said softly, you didnât dare try to sound prideful.
The doctor smiled and pulled out a piece paper contract, he then stated, âI will pay you a hundred per month.â
Your eyes widened, and then narrowed. It was too spectacular to be true, it sounded Impossible. Your fathers pension was only a hundred and fifty rupees a year, for the doctor to give you a hundred per month was unfathomable wealth. What on earth was he wanting from you!?
âWhat is the position,â you swallowed breathlessly, âDoctor Babu?â
âHousekeeper andâŠa carer,â he sighed, âI need you to live here, and watch over one of my friends. He is from England and I am afraid he might not understand the customs here.â
He leant against the desk cocking his head and looking down at his feet awkwardly. âPlease,â he begged, âhe is different to other men. He is particular and perhaps rather spoilt. I need you to make sure he doesnât get lost, harmed or too upset. It is pressing that I should return to my wife in Agra. I would have hired Mrs Paraiyars, in fact I did offer this role to her, but I have been informed she will be moving and her English is not as it once wasâŠand my English friend is ratherâŠparticular and impatient with broken speech...â
He wrote a signature across the bottom of the document and held it out for you to read. It was realâŠyour mouth watered. You could save more than your regular wage and easily move back to Indore without burdening your father or motherâs family. Â
âIf you accept my offer, you may live here as a free lodging, you recall where the servant quarters are I am sure? You will also receive a handsome budget for food. And-â he paused looking up and pocketing the cheque, he gasped, âSherlock! Dear god man! Did you walk here from the train station?!â
You turned around in the chair and took in the sight of a familiar looking soul.
He was the gentleman from the road. The supposed businessman with his briefcase. He was taller standing here with you then when you sat above in the ox cart. He was standing in the doorway to the office. He stepped inside and lowered his walking stick and briefcase.
âMy friend,â the handsome stranger gleefully called, âMy dear John Watson, I came the moment I read your message. One of the khaki coated lads pointed me here.â
Up close now you could observe his features on a better judgement. Sherlock Holmes was well known in the British gazette for his distinct physical appearance. With his broad angular frame, sharp hard features, and mighty frame, he exuded a striking and intimidating aura that commanded respect. He reminded you of warriors you imagined before bed in story's of battles your father described at Jhansi Fort.
His face was marked by a strong, sharp pointed nose and intense, deep-set sapphire eyes. His hair was kept combed and short below his ears short and slicked back, revealing his angular eyebrows, and his pink lips that were tightly pursed. He wore a grand brown suit coat with a crisp white shirt, and woolen sweater vest beneath it. And at the base of his throat was a dark burgundy tie. Something about the time reminded you of blood. A cut throat. You felt cold.
His eyes smoothly shifted to you and your presence, his lips parted softly, he glanced back at John, âA patient of yours Doctor?â
The moustached man bristled and shook his head, he stuttered and leant his hand out to you. you carefully chose to take it and rise from the chair as he introduced you.
âOh- I- SherlockâŠum, Sherlock Holmes, I would like you to meet Miss Y/N Newalkar.â
âMiss Newalkar,â the doctor waved his hand over the figure of the giant stock of a man, âThis is the very gentleman I was informing you about. This is my friend Detective Sherlock Holmes.â
You pressed your hands together and nodded in greeting. One of Sherlockâs brows raised and his lips hardened in a straight line.
Doctor Watson explained back to the detective, âI was in the middle of discussing whether this dear lady would like to accept a role of housekeeping during your stay here.â
âWhatever for?â Sherlock snickered, âIs your lady wife not up to par with her duties?â he shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on his leather shoes while his eyes scanned all the way down to your bare feet. It was a crude look of judgement. The westerner seemed to forget not everyone shared the same styles and habits here. You tried not to roll your eyes at him as he scanned your arms and the parts of your belly that the saree did not cover. Those dark blue orbs crawled up and settled over your faux sweetened smiling face.
âSomeâŠplans have come up unexpectedly. Mary is back in Agra, staying safe with her family,â John stated, his fingers rubbed together, âI need to be with her. And the hospitals are in desire of my services as a surgeon. I ask that you will look around, see if you can find anything hereâŠâ he leant in closer and whispered to the man, âI will visit every couple of days, to check up on you and see if there is truth to be founded in my suspicions.â
'Suspicions?'
âJohnâŠâ the detective pat his friends shoulder, âI am happy to see you. I promise I will do my very best.â
âThankyou,â said the doctor.
Sherlock jerked his chin to your direction, âHow much does the dear girl here know?â
âWell, IâŠnot much,â the doctor blushed and looked back to you, âMiss Newalkar, your thoughts on the job position role?â
You swallowed and nodded slowly, âI accept the conditions, thankyou for your most gracious offering, Doctor Babu.â
The doctor smiled and carefully touched your back, leading you to the exist of his office as he happily stated.
âSplendid! Please, this is the contract. Sign it and return with your belongings later on a few hours while I converse with my friend and guest.â
You looked back at the mysterious Sherlock Holmes and back to the contract. You wobbled your head in goodbye and went on your way. The way you could feel his eyes over your body walking away made you shiver. He was a intimidateding looking man. You left the home and slipped your sandals on.
You thought about how you would now be the housekeeper of a prestigious British family in the community. A wave of relief to your stability washed over you. You didnât need to crawl to your father and your motherâs family. You started smiling ear to ear. All you needed to do was take care of a house and baby-sit an Englishman who was vulnerable to these new lands.
âDid you see him go in?â Anjuli smirked from the ox cart, waving you over, âThe British man you fancied?â
You jerked your chin up proudly exclaiming, âI met him.â
Your friend gasped with a wide smile, âWhat is he like?â
âI donât really know,â you shrugged before waving the contract in front of your friends face, âbut I am going to be his housekeeper, I need to inform the school of my resignation.â
Anjuli looked at the contract, she couldn't read english but made a light sad sound and sucked her teeth before sighing, âOh, those children will miss you dearly.â
And that you could both agree. You grabbed the ox reigns and tapped its flank with the cane rolling back to the school again quickly to collect your last wage.
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Henry Cavill Headcanons
if youâve got any suggestions or general topics youâd like to see headcanons for just shoot an ask my way or of any of his particular roles id be happy to do such. itâs safe to say this man owns all of me đâšđžđ
heâs definitely a giant teddy bear, and whenever you come home exhausted he just opens his arms. chuckling how you readily sink into his arms, once there you refuse to move or even do anything.
he ends up carrying you to bed, and helps remove your shoes and pants so youâre more comfortable.
henry would do random things like hug you from behind and lift you up just to hear you squeal in surprise.
his laugh and smile is infectious and he knows it, some days heâd purposely just sit and smile at you till you do in return.
if youâve got long hair, he would braid it after youâve washed it. short hair heâd probably dry it with a towel and floof it up so you end up having a hair floofing war.
during red carpet events he lets you wear his suit coat, keeps a hand at your waist at all times. or holds your hand, however you like. constantly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
when you shower together, the rare times you actually can- đ, he likes to wash your hair, lathering in too much shampoo you always tell him itâll be damaging than helpful.
he gets suds everywhere, on purpose.
by on purpose he puts it there so heâll have a reason to touch there again. some nsfw and some sfw (ex. your nose- just to see you smile goofily, your cheeks, your shoulders that he loves to squeeze affectionally, and ofc your abdomen and hips.)
when he tells you itâs time to rinse, he tilts your head back and makes sure the soap or water doesnât get in your face, during these times you like to watch how his brows draw together in focus.
after heâs done heâll always notice you were watching him and blush lightly.
heâs a damn good cook, surprises you with breakfast in bed. while you pop up at his work with a home made lunch of his favourites.
thereâs times you have tickle wars on the sofa but leads to the ground, bc heâs a giant and youâre tiny. thereâs no way youâd win if he keeps you cornered.
other days youâll spend it sitting together reading books.
the times heâs got off work you play world of war craft, him teaching you the basics as youâre a noob or not tech savvy (like me)
once youâve been shown the ropes you become a pro being a fast learner and all. it kinda makes him jealous to see you wonât need his guidance.
which leads to him finding something else he can teach you about or vice versa.
the times Henry isnât home a lot, you take Kal for walks/jogs and spend the day in cuddled with the giant doggo watching shows youâve binged already.
he often calls to face time you during his breaks or hair & make up. the two of you taking goofy snap shots and asking the other how their days been.
often times you always mumble how much you miss him, and the way his eyes seem to gloss over you know he misses you too.
the two of you can always hear the door clicking even with the tv blaring and you watch Kal go to greet him while you wait on the sofa in jammies.
by jammies itâs usually his hoodies or a t-shirt even a button up with long socks. due to the fact his shirts look like dresses on you, shorts arenât really a necessity.
the excitement is high in your veins at him being home too but you donât wanna bombard him.
most times you fail, even beating Kal to him and throwing yourself into his arms. showering his face in kisses and scratching the light stubble lining his jawline. he returns each shower of kiss with his own to you.
henry forgets all the bags there and holds you to him tightly, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. all while you koala bear wrap yourself around his sturdy body.
you both do different work outs in the day, you always skip or give up before him bc what is dedication ??
heâs the real dedication if youâre honest. when he joins you, then youâll see it through just to see his glistening muscles. *cue purring*
Ooeeh headcanon about a fight and making up with Henry?đ„°
Kiss & Make Up
Basically yâall know whatâs bout to go down. And itâs only healthy for couples to fight Henry~ i hope i did this justice iâm new to headcanons n i canât tell if this is a mini story or naw??? >w<
itâs the first fight you two ever have, and boy is it bad. in the few months youâve dated the high of the first few weeks never died down. you really thought you would never fight.
but every healthy couple is bound to fight, at least you try to tell yourself that when heâs yelling at you.
henryâs voice is deep and exasperated as he bickers with you over having another man in your shared home. âYoursâ.
his nose flares, cheeks reddened to impossible heights as his chest puffs with air and deflates. his teeth are clenched and eyebrows drawn near to the middle, making lines crease his forehead.
evidently not everyone elseâs, especially guys who were so clearly just a friend.
his accusations come out of nowhere, hitting deep as he shoves things around. breaks items that are materialistic, but a hassle to clean up.
itâs scary to see him like this, so you stay in place. trembling while you cautiously watch him go about his little destruction spell.
what draws the last straw is his words, âare you sleeping with him?â. no one ever likes to hear those words from someone they love.
with the track record you have of being used or cheated on, youâd think henry would be wise to not go there. but stranger things have happened, right?
boy does it sting, like a knife twisting in your heart. you bite your bottom lip bitterly, arguing would only make it worse you knew this from past flings.
finally as if all tuckered out, henry stops yelling. heaving a deep breath as he looks around the mess heâs caused.
little shards of glass, water, flowers and papers all across the wood floorboards. that you took the curtesy or mopping and polishing.
you knew he was stressed and busy from work, so maybe this was all it was? yet the tears stung at the back of your eyes. pushing their way forward to the corners of your eyes.
futilely you try to blink them away but they only seem to go free, cascading down your cheeks and as if sensing the little sniffle you make, henry looks over truly shocked.
all the rage and frustration ebbs away with one look at your composure crumbling.
a heart broken smile directed at him, tears clinging on at the globe of your cheeks. Making them glisten in the fading sun through the window.
he crowds your space quickly as you wipe the dew drops away trying to save face. too late.
heâs all âiâm sorries.â, âi didnât mean it.â as fast as he can, breathing heavily. promising heâd clean the mess up. to never raise his voice at you again- so forth.
still he doesnât get much further before your hands, clenched into fists met his sturdy chest. he grunts stunned as he backs away with awe at your sudden attack.
of course you could never go for the face but his body wasnât off limits- to a degree. If you really wanted to hurt him, and not yourself you couldâve just aimed lower.
thatâd be a literal dick move.
the punch is however a big mistake youâre all, âargh, i canât even fucking hurt you because youâre built like a fucking wall! and now my hand hurts!â (i canât help but be a dork even when itâs serious fuck đ€Łđ)
him tries to help, really he does. genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.
you fight him off mutter things like, âyou arenât a child.â, etc.
as time passes on you get nowhere, and extend your hand out to him. effortlessly he presses against your bones and muscles lightly. asking if it hurts every so often, with a shake of your head, he smiles.
and curse that smile bc youâre weak for it.
he lifts your hand up, cradle in his two larger palms and kisses your knuckles. rubbing over your achy flesh.
henry gets you an ice pack for the swelling, saying youâll live. you opt to calling him âcolossusâ after that encounter.
to run his apology forward he cleans the house up, apologizes to your friend he scared off coming home like a raging bull. by phone call. even offered to sleep on the sofa if you were still pissed or hurting. even scared of him.
hell heâd find a motel for your comfort. no compromise was too much for him.
with that done, he vanishes while youâre mid winding down your anxiety watching funny animals videos.
little snorts or giggles filling the air.
curiously you worried over it being so silent only to see heâs leaning into the back of the sofa. watching you with that warmed look in his eyes, somehow you can tell heâs still tense and stressed beneath that fond expression.
so you do what any girlfriend would do, kiss and make up with the lovable teddy bear.
initiating the kiss first, he wraps his arms around your hesitantly. worried heâd hurt you or scare you again.
you spend the better part of coaxing and reassuring him, he would never hurt you.
leading up to him telling about his stressful day at work and how parazzi kept harassing him about his personal life. you in particular in excruciating details.
false rumors, accusations, etc. it had his blood boiling at people saying inaccurate things about you.
him wanting to protect your honor makes your heart flutter to life with those familiar feelings. the highs of your relationship bleeding to the forefront.
with your anxiety down to a manageable level, itâs your objective to also bring henryâs down too. giving him massages that he returns to you in the payment of kithes.
by the time you both fall asleep right there cuddled on the sofa ironically. his larger body covers yours, head cradled between your breast. breathing evenly, and you run a hand through his curly locks whispering a, âi love you ya big idiot.â
henry getting jealous and pouting because you give more attention to Kal rather than to him?
Two Giant Cuties
iâm prepared to lose all my uwus doing this one, and i know itâs from one of mah gals. aka henry nation gang. âšđâđŠș
tumblr bout to catch my hands iâve tried to post this twice with the words on it and nothing sksksk mfking bitches đȘđȘđȘ
the highlight of dating the talented, beautiful, british man henry was. was that he had the cutest doggo ones ever scene.
the name perfectly suited for the fluffy, giant, majestic beast.
kal, whom you call kal-el for the full superman effect. he rly was the dog version of superman when you found out he was a service dog and helped henry at times.
henry instantly loved seeing how well kal accepted you and you to the dog.
when he was away heâd almost always see you spending all your time with kal. doing this that and the other.
taking him for walks, giving him treats, sitting cuddled up on the sofa watching tv shows or youtube videos.
one time he even saw you play a song that would always get stuck in his head, as you ran around through the house with kal hot on your heels.
henry wasnât privy to everyone knowing- even you. but he was envious how much his own dog got to spend time with you more than him. getting to be showered in your kisses near daily, it was all he wanted-
it was becoming taxing to focus solely on work 100%
it was adorable, you both even had a matching insta story highlight dedicated to your cute puppers.
yes âyoursâ as in both of you owned kal. everything that was his, became yours at his behest.
henry catches you on your down time, sitting up in bed with the laptop opened up to illuminate your face in the dark.
the bed dips and you roll into his body with a light giggle, turning over to ignore the video of funny things to give him your undivided attention.
heâs all smiles till he suddenly frowns, moving some of your hair back behind your ear. hand going to frame your cheek delicately.
not nearly expecting it, he pouts. bottom lip sticking out and you smile confusedly. sitting up higher to get his attention fully.
once he starts you try your best to not laugh, but heâs actually jealous of a dog? of his own dog for that matter
understandably so- kal was adorable, attentive and sweet. but he wasnât henry.
henry babbles on how, âyouâre so much closer to kal.â, âwould you even want to spend time with me anymore?â
your attention diverts when said american akita all black and white. fluffy bundle of joy, trailing fur behind himself has nosed the door open. entering your private space.
kal comes over to you panting with big eyes trained to you, and henry grumbles a loud âsee!â at you turning to face kal.
it makes you laugh loudly, pulling your boyfriend to your chest nod rubbing his board shoulders and back. laying sideways as you pat kalâs head.
giving the sweet service dog a wave to wait so he lays at the foot of the bed waiting patiently for you both.
henry doesnât stop looking like a wounded pup, you pinch his cheeks catching his eyes now that heâs looked up.
reassuring him of how you spent time with kal because he helped ease your anxiety, he perks up at that knowing heâd bought kal in the us to help with his own anxieties.
a big one was how you hated him going away it would make going to work impossible for him now.
now that youâd explained it was almost silly, but he wasnât willing to give up.
demanding more time with you. more than kal- who has all the time in the world and no obligations.
that you didnât need to hide your insecurities or anxieties from him, in return he wouldnât hide his own either.
after henry was nearly a whole hour late (huehueđ) and a very pissed off director, he made an agreement for you to be allowed on set.
ofc after signing plenty of confidential papers it was free reign.
of course if your schedules lined up. and when they did you were at peace having the two lovable idiots at your disposal.
kal was a bridge that seemed to only draw you both closer and opening up more doors for your relationship to grow.
youâd always have the dog and now one another to help quiet the conspiracy theories your minds cooked up in its spare time.
Valentineâs Day
first off sorry iâve been so mia life is throwing a tidel wave of obstacles my way. iâm trying to work through them but itâs tough so here i am with henry head canons to help me through it. i promise i will work on the asks in my inbox cross my heart đ€§đ€đœ
this one probably isnât up to par bc itâs rushed and itâs already midnight but hush itâs for the holiday- one iâm not a big fan of but happy v days, iâm a single pringle like my boomer babey đđ„°
youâve both been dating for a couple years letâs just get that out of the way. he could never manage to pin down a day to celebrate the holiday together.
so naturally you both just sent one another texts and cute pics to tie over the need and wrapped the whole night up by falling asleep on the phone together. even if timezones were wacky.
though this time itâs different, the first time to ever celebrate together in person. it was nerve wrecking, not just for you but henry as well.
You go about your day like normal, doing all the tedious, usual tasks to keep yourself busy.
having planned his v day gift in advance there was a trail of roses carefully lining the little rug to lead towards the dining room.
it was a hard feat to do considering kal kept picking petals up or zipping and running around they scattered about.
after his mid day jog however he calmed down. so you busied yourself preparing a little festivities of v day balloons.
it was frustrating considering you were new to this (or never celebrated it quite as often) with the balloons awkwardly in the air and your voice a high pitch you celebrate the war won.
henryâs end he lied about having work, all a rouse as he went to pick up flowers (one could never go wrong with unless youâre allergic, then however omit this portion).
theyâre your favorite kind.
stopping by a shop to pick up a variety of chocolates, the ones you didnât want he was happy to eat not being that picky an eater with sweets he just didnât part take in em regularly.
one last stop to collect an order of a custom made bracelet to match his own pinky ring. the chain was golden with the etching of the design his ring had. on the inside was a sweet quote of âbe mine.â
henry makes the drive home quick. mostly for the sake of the melting chocolates and flowers to get to a source of water. it wasnât rly urgent per say, he just couldnât wait to see the surprise on your face.
you knew he had something but he didnât crack at all under precious- not even during sexy time (due to both of you losing track and getting into the cardio).
the car pulling up on the gravel is what gains your attention, running around in a near panic the door opens unceremoniously to you in one of his turtle necks.
it falls at your mid thigh bc heâs such a giant.
henryâs eyes start to the top of your head, a slight smile showing off one dimple at the ruffled bed hair. to the way the shirt dips around your cleavage till it hands losely around your thighs.
he doesnât miss the way you rub your lips together running away with a blush across your cheeks. all you hear is a deep chuckle in response.
the little rose petals are what he takes into consideration, following the elaborate path to your shared kitchen/dining room.
henry sees you fiddle around for a vase filling it with water, you accept the bouquet placing it in the cool water. messing with the arrangement to distract yourself.
his warm hands circle your middle, tucking you close to his sculpted frame you squeak delightfully. his breath breezes along your neck as he slides the chocolate onto the table.
that catches your eyes, filtering which would be his and yours. the task topped with him feathering kisses from your ear- to the side of your neck till he rests at the dip where neck meets shoulder.
one hand reaches up to mess his hair up like yours, the other intertwining with his other at your abdomen.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Valentine.â is what he mutters all sweet, deep and sultry.
you hum, head tilting to kiss his forehead repeating the words but with dork at the end. you werenât a sweet.
he laughs again lifting you up in a twirl and you join his laughter.
henry fills you in on how he didnât really have work, to which you punch him in the shoulder. the others being lighter jabs, after he showers you in enough kisses yours complacent.
being the skilled kisser he is you were weak to them. has he not latched the bracelet onto your left wrist you wouldnât have broken the make out session.
he smiles toothy at- one would assume is exaggerated but it wasnât. to the shimmering gold bracelet that dangles some but fit your wrist perfectly so it would never slip off.
you pounce him again, arms around his neck as your noses bump with the messy kiss and many âthank yousâ
carefully henry sets you down eyes closed expecting a gift in return. you pretend a sheepish expression he looks near to being hurt.
when kal bursts into the room with a bag in his mouth. covered in bright pink and red hearts on a white back drop. the sweet puppers drops the bag before you.
henry doesnât move till you tilt you head for him to go ahead. so he opens the bag, with a disgruntled ew at kalâs slobber getting on it some.
the wrapping thatâs abit excessive is set aside, till he sees a plastic packaging. he has the most adorable shocked expression ever as you cheer clapping.
he puts it to the table, lifts you into his arms and twirls around. you hang on for dear life watching as youâre now grounded again and heâs tearing open the item.
itâs the new headset heâs always wanted for gaming.
at that your day is complete. ordering some take out because you both canât be bothered. you just want to hop online to world of war craft and venture the world taking quests and leveling up. throughout the rest of the couples holiday.
at night fall theres light canoodling, nothing too intense but still the affection and love is all there itâs enough to help you both fall asleep tucked close to one another.
Surprises At DisneyLand
Yâall in for a treat with this one was requested by @havenoffandoms and i was so excited to do this one aaaaa seriously tho someone let me know if iâm doing this headcanons thing right?? đ also sorry for it being so long for me to update i went on a bit of a hiatus đâ°ïž iâm back now... hopefully
henry had been the one to ask you out of course, you were friends for a couple months
naturally youâd remained far too shy and intimidated by his presence. even though all the skinship and open desire to be around each other was a tale tell sign to everyone around you.
yet you still made no move to further your relationship. so he did.
he was overwhelming in the best ways possible. the kind that makes your throat dry, and butterflies in the pits of your stomach.
now flash forward to present day- youâve been together for a total of 6 years.
seen the good, bad, ugly and very beautiful parts of each other. worked through every possible struggle hand in hand.
went to every baby shower, baby reveals, weddings, anniversary parties, birthdayâs, holiday gatherings, anything your friends or family threw.
as well as your own extra curricular activities and events that you both enjoyed yourself.
being the poster couple, it was inevitable that when you reached the three year mark everyone began to ask when will you tie the knot?
being how it was rare henry had lasted in a relationship so long, they all believed you to be the one. he never smiled more brighter.
however it was all avoidance, at least you assumed that. maybe henry was getting nervous or shy now. which wasnât like him at all. was he unsure of himself? of this relationship?
now your anniversary was today, celebrating 7 yrs of your happy relationship. the surprise was henry had was the place you would be going to.
everything was nerve wrecking, picking the perfect outfit. he adored how nerdy you were about these things.
putting on a âheâs my mickeyâ top with jeans that were high waisted and hugged all the right places. finished with high top converses and one of henryâs hoodies.
the drive there you had to be blind folded, butterflies stronger than ever as you grow nervous and excited in one.
of course being the excellent boyfriend as well as lover, henry was. he holds one of your hands. fingers intertwined as he rubs across your knuckles in time with the song on the radio.
you bob your head with the melody, turning to give him a knowing smile though you canât see his reaction. you hear him, that deep, sweet, darling chuckle he does when heâs amused.
and in a way it makes you more excited- or nervous you canât tell them apart anymore.
when the blind fold comes off you need a moment to adjust to the sunlight.
as the sign in front of your car comes to view, your mouth drops open like the pikachu meme.
only to be replaced with an ear shrieking squeal.
henry full on laughs at you bouncing in your seat, more so when you take your seat belt off to lung into his arms unannounced.
one hand sinks into your locks to cup the back of your hair and the other around your waist keeping your against him but never to dig into the gear shift uncomfortable.
he really was too observant. careful with you. it made loving him all the sweeter.
âi didnât even know this is where we were going! my top i chose to wear is coincidental!â
âwell weâre matching.â was his comforting words back to yours.
the car is parked, you both show the tickets and are given a wristband that youâll have photos of to remember the day.
as soon as you step through the turn stiles, you draw attention. not you per say but Henry given a few of them do a double take.
one of the workers asks to take your photo, being pulled closer to Henry at the waist your smile facing forward.
next photo is of you two kissing of course, though you rarely take pics like that. so it has sentimental value.
with a bonus of said boyfriend pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closed and your hands tightly held in his. you however are looking up at him in the snap shot.
the day is spent riding plenty of rides, buying the pictures at the end you like most. especially splash mountain, youâre both soaked and laughing helplessly at one anotherâs dismay. even more so at your faces in the pic.
all the little goofing around is settled down when his hands cup both your cheeks, moves the little whisks of hair away that curl from being wet. your hands cover his as he kisses you with all the passion in the world.
when you reach the star wars area he chuckles at your nerdy (this is more my preference bc iâm a dork- if you arenât a swâs fan ignore this one hehe)
kylo renâs costume actors in the park goes to kneel before you, and you gasps everyone looking over with awe. only for henry to appear circling his hands around your waist.
âsorry this ones taken.â he cool replies and so kylo nods standing up. his hand tilting your chin but you play tough unfazed as he walks away.
the rest of the day is you running around like a child too excited to hide it anymore. henry following with happiness, he posts a few videos and pics of your day to instagram. that everyone goes nuts for.
there in the square is where your heart stops. you think youâve lost henry, anxiety pumping being in a crowded amusement park.
just as the tears build up in your eyes, you see a group of your closest friends appear with Henners at the front of them.
your favourite song you play for him called âYellow Heartsâ by Ant Saunders is on the speakers as your friends run by throwing flowers all around you two.
you cover your mouth, a new form of tears well up as heâs before you. doing the most surprising thing ever your breath hitches.
he goddamn kneeled before you.
cameras are snapping shots or recording.
henry pulls a royal blue small box from his coat pocket. the inside part- something you shouldâve felt when your hands were tucked into his pockets. you had a habit of hugging him from behind even if heâs larger than you- yet didnât feel the box. not once.
he flips it open and inside is a beautiful silver band a sunflower on it with a jewel in the middle shimmering under the setting sun.
âwill you y/n. do me the absolute honors of spending the rest of our lives together. and being my wife? because i love you- donât think iâve ever loved someone as much as i do you.â theres a chorus of aweâs.
swiping the back of your hand over your face, you sniffle. inhaling a deep breath to steady your emotions so you could talk. you kneel down, being shorter than him once again.
there you search those beautiful eyes, cupping his cheek you scratch at the light stubble. going up onto your knees to kiss him. there you give your confirmation upon his lips, âYes- a thousand yesâs!â
henry swoops you up into his arms twirling you around as he hugs you close. you knew he wasnât a public man so doing this was a big deal. for both of you.
once youâre set down he slides the ring onto your ring finger. it feels snuggly, youâre enthralled with it. how it feels, to actually be in this position you never dreamed would ever happen.
just before the parks closing you go to see the fireworks- he records your excitement, when he taps your shoulder from behind the camera.
you whirl around a bright smile at him, when he knelts again tapping his shoulders you mouth a no at him.
giving up at his reassurance he could hold you up easily. and he does, youâre careful to not bounce so much while cheering and singing along to the music that plays for the show.
he turns the camera to face himself and you hunch down to kiss his cheek, lifting his head so you could kiss him properly in the video.
itâs then when you both look up that two fireworks shoot out âcongratulations henry and y/n!â followed by âhappy anniversary!â
petal
pairing ~ geralt of rivia x f!reader
word count ~ 5.2k
summary ~ geralt was never a man of many words, so he does what he can to show how he feels for you.
warnings ~ fluff!! mild language, gross man tries some verbal harrasment, intimidation & unwanted touching, (geralt saves the day!), hurt/comfort, mention of reader wearing a dress, descriptions of blood and injury, mutual pining but they're idiots, minor angst, not good self talk, mention of feelings of worthlessness
a/n ~ uh oh friends i accidentally opened a doc and this happened, i am an absolute sap for pet names and goodness gracious writing a fic about a geralt giving a pet name escalated into this, so i hope you all enjoy!! mwauh!!
Petal.
A delicate, weak thing that floats away on the breeze at the mere mention of any danger.
Even when you had tried to prove yourself time and time again that you were certainly not either of those things
It was still what he called you.
"I don't need anything, especially not from you" He had huffed at you during your initial meeting
You tried not to be taken aback but his gruffness, you had been told of Witcher's harsh nature's your entire life, hearing the stories and songs of their exploits throughout your village since you were small, but still, you had never expected to meet one, nor had you expected for any of them to be quite so large.
When he finally stood to his full height, you had to actively make sure to keep your mouth closed in fear it might fall to the floor if you let it act on it's own accord.
Though he was much taller than you, you refused to be intimidated by him, still standing your ground before him, thankful your dress covered your legs, less anyone see your trembling knees.
The brunette beside you still persisted. "She's perfect, I promise, and we'll never have to see her again afterwards, hm?" He turned to you with a smile, and you shook your head earnestly, though you couldn't deny how some part of you longed to stay with the pair longer than for just this.
The white haired man took you in once again, his heated gaze traveling from your slightly worn shoes to your hair as if he were appraising you like a cow from market. He finally sighed, "Fine." He grumbled, almost slamming his mug down on the wooden bar.
"I think he likes you" The other man commented, gently placing his hand on your lower back as the both of you followed the Witcher out the front door.
It was surely an unconventional way of meeting, but there seemed to be nothing truly conventional about either of the pair, Jaskier and Geralt as you later learned. You would have expected such a harsh man would have taken up more, like-minded companions, but the more you witnessed Jaskier's sunny disposition combating with Geralt's brash nature, the more you felt that this pairing was one that was always meant to be.
Though your addition to the group was quite unexpected.
You were only supposed to be nothing more than midnight Striga bait, something to lure it out into the forest, only to be hopefully saved at the last second by Geralt's skill. That was all you were supposed to be, but as your heart raced that night, feelings of both fear and excitement pulsing through your veins, as shadows cast by the full moon danced around you, you knew you couldn't go back to your village. How could you? All your life, you had only ever known muddy streets and market barkers and clouds that never seemed to allow the sunshine to peak through. How could you ever return to any of that, when just these few moments in darkness gave you more adventure than in any of your years of living in the light of your town.
Jaskier seemed to notice that particular glint in your eye once the deed had been done.
"Wasn't she helpful?" He smirked, "Maybe we should keep bringing her along?"
Geralt only grunted in response as he looked upon the now deceased creature.
You tried your best to hide the smile that threatened to split your cheeks at the thought, you could only imagine what a week with them would be like if this was just one night.
"I mean..." Jaskier sauntered slowly over to him, "She did catch us this Stri-"
Geralt turned to him in an instant, a wordless, piercing snarl plastered on his face, and you felt a slight twinge of disappointment at his obvious disdain at the thought of you joining them.
"It would take us another three days to bring her back, it would just make things quicker if she stayed with us, and, no offense" He quickly turned to you, "I'd rather continue on, than have to travel three extra days back to that shit hole."
Geralt hummed, turning to you now, and in the pale light of the moon that shown through the trees, you swore you saw him appraising you once again just as he had when he first met you.
"We're taking you back as soon as this is over." He spat as he walked towards you, shouldering past you as he stomped through the woods.
Jaskier flashed a quick smile at you, "He'll come 'round, he always does."
One week turned to two, two turned to three, weeks turned to months, and you still continued to be brought along on adventures with the two, experiences that you never could have imagined partaking in, in even your wildest dreams, were now things that you experienced on a fairly regular basis.
You saw kingdoms, glittering castles, and kindhearted princesses. You witnessed the fiercest monsters and the most entrancing magic, the adventures you had always been warned to stay away from, you found yourself right in the middle of all of them.
Though as thrilling as your new life was, sometimes you would miss your somewhat-soft bed and the comfort of knowing you would always have some place warm to stay, but you made the most of what you had, savoring the creature comforts you came across as much as you could when you did gather enough coin for a night or two stay at a local inn.
It was on one of these particular nights when he had first called you that.
Petal.
Geralt had sent you in with a small satchel to pay for the rooms while he hitched Roach on one of the posts outside of the inn.
It was an infrequent occasion when you had enough to rent three separate rooms for yourselves, but monsters were not an infrequent occurrence around these parts, and the influx in beasts also meant a slight raise in pay.
"Three rooms, please" You spoke softly, stifling a yawn with your hand as you did. It had been a long journey, and both you and Jaskier knew no one but Geralt was allowed to even touch Roach, so walking long distances was something you had gotten used to, though getting accustomed to the walking didn't mean you had grown to be any less exhausted after the lengthy journeys.
"One room." The main replied sharply, snapping you from you exhaustion almost immediately. "I only see one of ya. One room."
"Sir-"
"One room." He looked you over, a sort of repugnant heat in his gaze that you didn't quite care for. "One room... For the pretty lady all alone at night... Not very proper of ya" He scoffed.
Your stomach turned at the man's words as he circled around the desk, only pausing when he stood directly beside you.
"My friends are right outside. They'll be here in a minute." You hastily replied, not bothering to make eye contact with the man.
You visibly recoiled when you felt his hot breath suddenly fan across your cheek. "Y'er friends aren't here now are they? One. Room."
You quickly jumped from the mans touch on your waist, and finally turning fully towards him, you saw how his smile was a nauseating mix of yellows and greens as he sneered at you, creeping closer to you as you now felt yourself being cornered in between the corner of the small desk and the wall opposite.
"Well, if y'er gonna be so impolite, no room then." The man towered over you, and although you tried to keep calm, you couldn't help the way your breath shook as you stared up at the man.
The sudden sound of the swinging front doors slamming against the walls made you jump, "Petal!" You heard Geralt call.
The man almost instantly stepped away from you, his gaze now pointing to the floor. You turned to Geralt, your eyes wide with confusion and shock.
"Was wondering if you had gotten our rooms" He added, calmly sauntering over to you and gently placing a firm hand on your lower back, pushing you quickly out of the corner and into his side.
Your mind was racing, both from the shock of the inn keeper's advances and Geralt's sudden entrance and even more sudden touches. It wasn't like he hadn't ever touched you before, it was only that this felt different. Other times, he had just aimlessly grabbed at you, quickly pulling you away and out of reach from whatever creature you found yourselves up against, those touches were rough and almost meaningless, he was only saving you because he had to. You knew you were nothing but another burden for him to worry about on those hunts.
This was different. This was soft, protective, and for a moment, you even thought it was something akin to caring.
You could hear the door shudder behind you again and you could tell it was Jaskier, a soft 'oh' coming from behind you as he watched the situation unfold.
"I was just tellin' her we got three rooms just for ya right next to each other, down that hall" The man rushed, pointing down the dimly lit hallway with shaky fingers, "Just straight to the left."
Geralt took the small bag from you, reaching into it and placing a handful of coins on the counter. "Thank you" He mumbled, an intimidating glare on his face before he led you off.
You noticed how few coins he had given the man as you passed the counter and knew it was nowhere near the actual cost for three rooms, yet the man still didn't dare to say a thing as you three walked off.
Probably a matter of self preservation more than anything.
You opened the door to your room, a satisfied hum escaping your lips as you felt the warmth of the small bedroom already begin to flood your shaken senses.
"Are you alright?"
Your breath hitched in your throat at the unexpected voice that came from behind you, turning quickly to see that Geralt still lingered in the doorway.
"Fine," You sputtered, "Just a little shaken, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
You had never seen him so concerned, his brows were furrowed as he looked at you, his lips drawn into a thin line of concern.
You smiled softly at him, "I'm fine, I promise, just need some rest." You threw your arms above your head as you yawned once again.
"That's... Good." The words seemed to almost pain Geralt to say, like he was confessing something to you he hadn't even confessed to himself yet.
"Thank you, though, for your help." You smiled, a foreign heat blooming in your chest as you uttered the words.
Geralt didn't respond at first, his head tilting to the floor, though you swore you watched the beginnings of a smile begin to turn the corners of his lips. He mumbled a quiet "Goodnight", as his eyes flickered to you form, quickly looking you up and down again before shutting the door behind him, leaving you no less astonished then you were before.
The morning came all too quickly, after a rather sleepless night, you felt yourself longing for another night's stay, and if it weren't for the previous night's events, you thought that maybe you would have been able to convince Geralt to stay one more night, but you knew neither him, nor you would want to stay another evening under the same roof with that man.
You weren't sure if you would have gotten much sleep regardless.
The word echoed through your fatigue-addled mind, even as you felt yourself slowly pulled to consciousness by the slivers of sunlight that peaked through the thin curtains in the bedroom.
Petal.
He could have just called you by your name, it wasn't like he didn't know it by now. But Geralt was strategic, he never did anything without a reason, so maybe it was just a tactic to get the man away from you? Imply that the two of you were a bit more familiar to scare the man off?
"How are you faring?" Jaskier asked, tearing you from your thoughts as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder.
"I'm fine" You replied, staring to feel like a broken record, "I am, Geralt seemed to come in just in time though" You chuckled lightly, both watching him as Geralt readied Roach
"He always has a way of knowing when you're in trouble" Jaskier mumbled
"What-" You were quickly cut off by the familiar whinny of Roach, the both of you instinctively aligning yourselves on the side of her as she made her way through the town.
Jaskier only let out a smug, self satisfied hum, continuing to look forward and leaving you to torture yourself with your own thoughts.
You couldn't tell how long it had been since you left the inn, it could have been days since and you probably wouldn't have noticed, your brain only occupied by the teasing phrase Jaskier had spoken to you.
"Are you alright?" You heard Geralt's coarse voice utter once again, you huffed in frustration, how many times must everyone ask you that?
"Yes." You answered sharply, though a strange, pained feeling washed over you at your tone towards him, you chose not to think too much on it now. You finally turned up to him, noticing how he had suddenly stopped, the abrupt pause had Jaskier also now looking to him, his head tilted in confusion.
If you had blinked, you would have missed it at the speed at which Geralt dismounted, but he now stood directly in front of you, his face only inches from your own, and your chest filled with that unfamiliar, warm feeling from before.
"You can ride... If you'd like..." He finally spoke, his eyes never meeting your own as he did.
You had to stifle the scoff that threatened to leave your lips, for a moment you wondered if some Doppler had snuck into his room at night and taken his place, but then you looked into his eyes, that same unintelligible bashfulness when he stood in your doorway had appeared in his eyes once again.
"That would be nice... Thank you" You would have been a fool to say no, this would surely be the only time he would ever offer for anyone to take his place on Roach. Not only that, but you felt yourself thinking of how his face would possibly fall if you denied him, and you almost winced at the thought.
With just as much suddenness as the night before, his large hands wrapped around your waist, "May I?" He asked, a surprisingly timid smile appearing on his face.
You nodded softly, your eyes growing wide when he lifted you onto the horse as if you weighed nothing. You swallowed thickly as you adjusted yourself on Roach, nodding again as Geralt began to pull on her reigns to continue the journey.
You looked around you, sighing as you admired the new view from atop the horse, but even as you admired your surroundings, you still heard the soft grumble that came from the man.
"Petal"
You were too stunned to say anything, you almost thought you had imagined it, but the annoyed groan from Jaskier beside you only confirmed what you now knew to be true, he had said it again.
There was a long journey ahead, but you noticed how you seemed to dread it a little bit less.
You weren't even supposed to be there.
Both you and Jaskier had initially stayed back at the small camp you had set up that morning, peacefully enjoying some tea you had managed to make after several failed attempts of starting a fire.
Geralt said it was to be simple, nothing he hadn't done before, but something about the deafening silence you both heard when the lake was so close, had something uneasy settle in your stomachs.
"Geralt?" Jaskier called, the both of you now sitting in anxious silence as you awaited for some sign of life.
Though nothing came.
Jasker called his name again, his cries once more met with the same blaring quietness.
It was as if your legs moved on their own accord as you carelessly threw your small cup down, starting in the direction of the lake, ignoring the concerned yells from Jaskier as you did.
You weren't the monster hunting type, that's not what they had brought you on for in the first place.
You were bait at most, and someone to make tea at the least.
You didn't kill monsters.
You felt a fearful shudder run through you at the idea that you may actually have to fight something, this was nothing anyone had ever prepared you for, but you supposed there was a first for everything.
The foul smell of the bubbling water filled your nose first before you even began to see the lake, though still, you heard nothing.
You continued to sprint as fast as your legs could take you, silently praying to hear some sound, any sound, as you got closer.
A yell, a grunt, a whisper even, you'd take anything.
But still, the silence persisted.
You couldn't quiet the shocked yell that ripped through your lungs at the sight when you finally reached the body of water.
The monster was dead, and somewhat guiltily, you felt your shoulders sag in relief as you observed how it's limbs had been haphazardly thrown in all directions, and the familiar sword nestled within the top of it's skull. But laying along the muddy bank was Geralt, both hands pressing firmly on his side, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched.
You called his name, rushing to his side, almost sliding across the ooze-covered ground as you knelt beside him.
As if he sensed your presence, he moaned, sluggishly turning his head to you.
"What happened?" You asked frantically, he only moaned again in response and you huffed, distraught and almost delirious as your eyes scanned him.
As you sat beside him and got a closer look at his form, you could tell he was bleeding, a dark, crimson liquid leaking between fingers he pressed so snugly against his side. You tried to calm yourself as your frenzied hands wandered his chest and torso, searching for any other injuries, you knew he had to be taken back to the camp, but you were also certain you wouldn't be able to drag him back there on your own, nor did you think that even with you and Jaskier's strength combined you would be able to do so, leaving you with only one other option.
"Geralt?" He groaned, his eyes now blinking open, "Geralt?" You grabbed both his shoulders, briskly shaking them before you called his name again. After a moment, his eyes finally fully opened, a soft smile appearing on his features as he slowly began to gain his full consciousness.
"Petal..." He hummed, his eyes almost fluttering closed again before you shook him a second time.
"Can you do something for me? Geralt?" Your voice was almost hysterical as you spoke, "Can you do me one favor?"
Geralt continued to smile gingerly as he nodded his head.
"Okay, could you get up for me? Could you stand?"
His face immediately dropped into a pout as he shook his head, a deep rumble of a chuckle escaping him as he did.
You took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself. You didn't know as much as Geralt, but you knew enough to know that this was not good.
He was delirious.
You internally cursed yourself for not listening to him more in those quiet moments he would talk to Roach about the other monsters he had dealt with.
You had no idea what you were dealing with.
"Camp..." He finally mumbled, his voice was weak, not like his usually commanding tone.
"Yes, we have to get you-"
He almost knocked you over at the force at which he abruptly stood, his legs trembled as he took slow steps, and you shot up beside him, lifting his arm and placing it around your shoulders to balance him as much as you could.
"C'mon-" You strained as he leaned all of his weight on you for a moment, "Let's get you back"
The rest of the dawdling journey was spent in the company of ditzy hiccups and laughs, you would imagine what a handful he would be if he ever got drunk, but your mind was too preoccupied with the still-bleeding wound Geralt covered with his other hand on his side.
"Oh my Gods" Jaskier murmured the moment he saw you appear from beyond the brush, rushing to Geralt's other side to assist you.
"What happened?" He inquired, tone almost just as frantic as yours
"I don't know."
"Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know." You hated how your voice shook as you spoke, if your voice was stronger, maybe you would have yelled at Jaskier for his insistent line of questioning, but your only focus was now on Geralt.
You both grunted as you layed him down on the thin cot in his tent, Jaskier turned to look through the bag that was placed in the corner, anxiously tossing bottles and small pouches to the side.
Geralt grumbled once again, turning again to his side to look at you. "Petal..." He groaned, and you found yourself nodding.
"I'm right here" You sighed, your eyes now brimming with tears. "We're going to take care of you, okay? Like you've always taken care of us. You're going to be okay, promise?"
His delusional smile faded for a moment, before he shook his head.
"No, no, don't do that, you are going to be okay... Jaskier!"
"I'm doing my best!" He scrambled, "It's usually Geralt doing this-"
Geralt's left hand suddenly fell from his side, fingers weakly pointing to a rounder, black bottle that had been tossed aside in Jaskier's initial panic.
Jaskier clumsily placed the bottle in his hand, your shoulders sagged in relief when Geralt swiftly removed the cork from the bottle, drinking its contents in a single swig. His breathing seemed to even in mere seconds as his eyes fluttered closed.
"Well," Jaskier sighed, "He's not dead."
You couldn't recall a time when you had seen him sleep for this long, in fact, you couldn't seem to recall a night where you had seen him sleep at all.
Even as you turned his body and adjusted his limbs so you could properly bandage and clean the deep slash on his side, his light snoring continued.
Jaskier had left the tent hours ago, adamantly saying how he needed to rest after such a stressful event, even though you could still here the soft strumming of a lute and quiet humming just outside the tent long after he had left the two of you.
The world was quiet once Jaskier had officially retired, Geralt's breathing and the muted crackling of a slowly dying fire being the only sounds that surrounded you as you worked.
Though Geralt was never the most talkative travel companion, it was still strange for him to be completely silent, not even a grunt or hushed 'hmm' to break the reticence.
"You worried us, you know? I know you hate that, people worrying over you, but you scared us" You whispered, trailing your fingers along the injury, now completely covered by beige cloths and hidden underneath his shirt. "You scared me, I thought I was going to have to kill a monster" You chuckled to yourself, "I wasn't sure how that was going to go, maybe you should show me... At some point... Maybe" Your voice was wistful as you spoke, wondering if he would ever take you up on that offer once he finally awoke, most likely not.
He had always made it a point to never put you in any real danger, even though sometimes you'd find yourself standing directly in front of jaws that would surely eat you alive in seconds, Geralt would always assure you that you were safe, that he would kill the beast before it ever got close enough to truly hurt you.
Every time you had asked him for any sort of training so you could defend yourself if anything went wrong, he'd only scoff at you "I don't need you hurting yourself, or worse." He would always say, "I'll handle it, Petal."
"Why do you call me that?" The words tumbled from you before you could even think about them, "I do have a name you know," You smiled "I've never understood why you call me that." Maybe you didn't mind it so much.
"Soft."
You froze, unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you in the silence, or if Geralt had actually spoke.
"It's because you're soft."
Yes, he was definitely speaking to you.
You chose to ignore him completely at fist, looking forward as if he wasn't laying directly below of you as you sat on the small log you had turned into a makeshift seat. He's just waking up from a dream, you thought, he's still recovering
You heard a deep chuckle before he spoke again, "You wanted to know, and now you're ignoring me."
"Geralt? You're awake?" You asked, finally facing him.
"Clearly."
"How are you feeling?" You stammered, your breaths becoming shallower as you wondered if he had heard all of what you had said.
"Nothing I can't handle."
"I'm glad" You sighed, "I'll leave you then." You added abruptly, your only thought being of leaving the situation as quickly as possible. Though just as you began to stand, a firm hand gripped your wrist.
"No, stay." He grumbled, his eyes blinking away the remainder of his fatigue. "Please."
You returned to your place and he slowly released you, his fingers softly lingering on your hand before it dropped to his side again. Geralt groaned as he attempted to sit up, almost wincing as he finally straightened himself.
"You should res-"
"I'm fine." He grumbled, "Thank you, for... This" Geralt gestured to his side as you nodded.
"No need to thank me," You did your best to hide the twinge of anxiety in your faintly trembling voice as you spoke, but you were certain you'd already been found out regardless. "It's the least I could do after all you've done-"
His rough hand had found yours again, the pad of his thumb tracing over your knuckles as he listened to you.
"For me..." You managed to continue, your eyes focusing on the abrupt, calming touches from the man in front of you.
You could almost swear there was the beginning of a soft smile on his lips as his eyes followed his fingers, lightly tracing the ridges of the top of your hand. "It's because you're soft, Petal" He finally stated, "I never meant anything by it."
"No it's nice-" You faltered, "I just never thought it was because you liked something about me" Your voice was thick with weariness and confession as you spoke. It wasn't that Geralt hadn't shown you any ounce of caring or friendliness during the time you had known him, it was only the fact that you never thought that a man so blunt and threatening would ever give you an epithet based off of something as gentle as the softness of your touch.
Your eyes finally flickered to his and you almost instantly wanted to return your gaze to your lap. His stare was too sharp, too intense, for you to even handle without having to look away for a moment.
You had to think that he was still feeling the effects of whatever venom or blood loss - induced haze that had gotten you into his tent in the first place.
He couldn't be looking at you like that.
Like he wanted to smother you alive.
Like he wanted to keep you all to himself in this small space forever.
Like he wanted to love you.
A contemplative 'hmm' was all you received in response at first, though still tracing over your hand, he continued "And why do you think that?" He questioned.
"You never wanted me to join you in the first place."
His movements stilled, you found yourself even shocked by your own words. You had never spoke to him so plainly about your feelings, perhaps it was something about being so close to him that made it so difficult to hide.
"That's true." He acknowledged, and you felt a dull, thrumming ache of discontent bloom in your chest at his admission.
"I was only ever bait for you to use to get you monsters" You added, feeling an unexpected rush of tears flood your eyelids.
There was a brief pause before he responded again, "That's true."
"And when I ask for you to train me, to show me something that could be more useful than just standing and waiting for something to kill me, you refuse." You felt helpless as you spoke, feeling like you were finally admitting things to yourself you had pushed to the very corner of your mind for so long. You felt disposable, and it hurt to watch as he mindlessly agreed to all of your concerns. "I want to be something more..."
You meant to say something else, something quick and biting so he understood that you weren't to be taken advantage of anymore, but you weren't sure that even if you opened your mouth a single sound would even escape. You felt your cheeks begin to dampen as your teeth pulled at your quivering bottom lip.
Through the heart beat thundering in your ears, you heard Geralt murmur your name, nevertheless, you refused to look at him, your gaze still fixed on the soil under your feet as you tried to stifle your own whimpers.
Your breath hitched in your lungs when two fingers grabbed your chin, tilting your head upwards. You hadn't noticed how he had shifted, now kneeling in front of you, his face level with your own.
He stated your name again, this time with more certainty as he stared back at you, his brow lightly furrowed as his hand shifted to cup your face, his thumb whipping the tear that rolled down your cheek. "But so much has changed since I've begun to know you..." He whispered, "You are more to me."
You didn't have a moment to respond before his lips crashed into yours, his other hand creeping up to your neck as he pulled you closer. His kiss was bruising, though it still remained a gentle mess of passion and tears as he cradled you between his palms, holding you with a tenderness as if he held the entire planet within his hands. He groaned into you when your hands found purchase on the collar of his black tunic, your senses completely surrounded with nothing but him as he slanted his lips across yours.
"You are more to me than that" He spoke breathlessly, his lips still continuing to chase your own between words, "I care for you, and I know that I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you."
"Geralt-"
"Please, I can't lose you because of this. You mean too much to me." His breathing was shallow as he pulled away from you, hands still cupping your cheeks as he did.
You could only nod at first before finally gathering yourself enough to speak, "I care for you, Geralt..." Your smile was weak and tearful as you replied. "Too much to leave now."
"Stay?" He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours as you nodded softly once again.
Geralt let out a pained moan as he adjusted himself on the cot, slowly lowering himself on the linen and shifting himself just enough to allow you room to lay beside him.
You smiled as you pressed against him, the comforting warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist already beginning to push you into sleep.
Before the exhaustion of the day could finally pull you under, you felt the delicate press of Geralt's lips against your forehead, the quiet rumble of his voice finally lulling you to sleep.
"Soft."
oh my goodness gracious, my heart, i am actually kind of super excited about how this turned out surprisingly!! i do love some hurt/comfort, and i've been feeling slightly e h about myself, so i hope this does bring some comfort to anyone feeling that way!! or just some comfort to you all in general!! i hope you are all doing so well!! mwauh!!
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Daddyâs Princess Fairy
pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and heâs desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wifeâs panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciatedđ«¶
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âDaddyâs nearly home booboo, heâll be out here any second nowâ Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.
Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.
âFuck pumpkin, missed ya nâ your sweet self sâmuchâ He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughterâs head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. âAnd this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syversonâ Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.
âSheâs stinkinâ adorable, iâd say jusâ like her momma but iâm seeinâ frowns on her alreadyâ Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witchâs heart melt. âShe missed you, anytime you wasnât on the phone sheâd cry and whimper until I played your voicemailâ Y/n explained tucking Penelopeâs bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddyâs arm.
âAwk babygirl you break ma heart, mânot leavinâ again, I canât do it- thatâs me doneâ Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. âDamn right you arenât leavinâ, we still need to give our bubby a brotherâ Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldnât let go of his finger.
âBabe, jus pull your finger out come onâ Y/n laughed as he shook his head, âno can do sugar, donât want my babygirl thinkinâ am leavinâ her again, canât be her first heartbreakâ
âIf ya let go iâll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her napâ It hadnât even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driverâs side of the pickup truck. âNow ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down âerâ Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.
âYup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syversonâ Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, âJesus woman didnât ya read the sticker on the car? Thereâs a baby on boardâ He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.
âForgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yoursâ He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. âYeah? What else did ya missâ She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.
âThese other lips down âereâ Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. âNo you didnâtâ
âI didâ She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. âNuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to playâ She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road
-
âAlright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep prontoâ Sy whispered into his babyâs tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. âPrincess fairy queen? Really Sy?â He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.
âI need my little girl to know sheâs the best of âem all, nâ that means callinâ her every nickname on Godâs Earth so she knows how much ah love herâ Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.
âNow was that from me or you?â Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; âTell ya what bubby, youâre definitely your daddyâs daughterâ
âYeah thereâs now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cubeâ Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Syâs sake she didnât need changed, well not yet anyway.
It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.
âMomma, you spoil me too muchâ Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.
âIrish twins?â Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. âIâd give ya irish triplets if it were possibleâ He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.
âââ
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- Fae
Daddyâs Princess Fairy
pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and heâs desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wifeâs panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciatedđ«¶
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âDaddyâs nearly home booboo, heâll be out here any second nowâ Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.
Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.
âFuck pumpkin, missed ya nâ your sweet self sâmuchâ He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughterâs head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. âAnd this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syversonâ Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.
âSheâs stinkinâ adorable, iâd say jusâ like her momma but iâm seeinâ frowns on her alreadyâ Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witchâs heart melt. âShe missed you, anytime you wasnât on the phone sheâd cry and whimper until I played your voicemailâ Y/n explained tucking Penelopeâs bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddyâs arm.
âAwk babygirl you break ma heart, mânot leavinâ again, I canât do it- thatâs me doneâ Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. âDamn right you arenât leavinâ, we still need to give our bubby a brotherâ Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldnât let go of his finger.
âBabe, jus pull your finger out come onâ Y/n laughed as he shook his head, âno can do sugar, donât want my babygirl thinkinâ am leavinâ her again, canât be her first heartbreakâ
âIf ya let go iâll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her napâ It hadnât even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driverâs side of the pickup truck. âNow ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down âerâ Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.
âYup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syversonâ Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, âJesus woman didnât ya read the sticker on the car? Thereâs a baby on boardâ He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.
âForgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yoursâ He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. âYeah? What else did ya missâ She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.
âThese other lips down âereâ Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. âNo you didnâtâ
âI didâ She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. âNuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to playâ She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road
-
âAlright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep prontoâ Sy whispered into his babyâs tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. âPrincess fairy queen? Really Sy?â He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.
âI need my little girl to know sheâs the best of âem all, nâ that means callinâ her every nickname on Godâs Earth so she knows how much ah love herâ Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.
âNow was that from me or you?â Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; âTell ya what bubby, youâre definitely your daddyâs daughterâ
âYeah thereâs now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cubeâ Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Syâs sake she didnât need changed, well not yet anyway.
It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.
âMomma, you spoil me too muchâ Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.
âIrish twins?â Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. âIâd give ya irish triplets if it were possibleâ He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.
âââ
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There arenât enough Charles Brandon x reader stories out there
Since First I Saw Your Face - Masterlist
Lady Y/N Wentworth is a young noble woman whose world has quite suddenly changed. Y/N had a very secluded upbringing. She never knew her mother and was raised, almost solely, by her father, Baron Edmund Wentworth, in his quite country manor. But now, her father is dead and she is alone in the world, save for Lady Colton, her fatherâs sister. Y/Nâs aunt and her family took her in for a time after the death of the baron, but Lady Colton has now decided to send her niece to court. As a maid in waiting to the Queen of England, Y/N will receive a steady income and hopefully, find a suitable husbandâŠhowever, a life in the bustling court is far from appealing to Y/N, and all she wants to do is go home and grieve for her father in peace.
But, perhaps her feelings will change when he meets the Kingâs closet friend, Charles Brandon, the recently widowed Duke of Suffolk, .
Will he become a friend to her? And would she be contented if that was all he became?
Chapter 1 -Â New Beginnings.
Chapter 2 - Introductions and Interruptions.
Chapter 3 - An Uneasy Mind
Chapter 4 - Early Mornings
Chapter 5 - Messages and Music
Chapter 6 - Breakfast
Chapter 7 - Wandering eyes and Distracted minds
Chapter 8 - Songs and Surprises
Chapter 9 - Dances and Disguises
Chapter 10 - Games and Aggression
Chapter 11 - Worries and Ruminations
Chapter 12 - Panic and Pavans
Chapter 13 - Realisations
Chapter 14 - Fear and Anger
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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The one with the âCall her Daddy Podcastâ
Summery: you are invited to partecipate to the âCall her daddyâ podcast, and after a serious considerstion, you decide to accept and to be unfiltered
Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader (demisexual!reader)
Warnings: 18+(there is not smut, but there is mention of sex), bad english (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IâM SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES). This is not proofread, sorry!
FEEDBACK, OF ANY KIND, IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED â€ïž
When you had been asked to partecipate to the âCall her daddyâ podcast, the first thing that had come to your mind had been an HARD NO! There was no way you were going to let anyone convince you otherwise: you were a shy person, you felt uncomfortable when people asked you too much personal questions during interviews. This side of you was so well known that many of your costars were always ready to come to your help when you started to get too flustered about the questions you were asked during interviews.
So no, there was no way that you were to be a guest of a podcast during which you were going to be asked personal questions for sure.Â
Your agent had asked you to think about it a little bit more before turning the invitation down, she had pointed out that even though you had been an actress for long people still didnât know much about you, and even though there wasnât nothing bad with being a private person, it would be good for your career if you would be able to open a little bit more, just a little bit so that your fan could know you and sympathize with you and your life. You had promised her to think about it, because she actually had had a point, even though you were sure that after giving a couple of more thoughts and after talking with your boyfriend, you would have still come to the same conclusion: you couldnât do it.
Instead...Â
Your boyfriend, like the goddman perfect man that he was, had told you that he couldnât make the decsion for you, that it would be something huge for you, so that you had to really think it through to understand if you could do it: it wouldnât make any sense if you decided to go but in the end wouldnât be able to be very honest and answer even some uncomfortable questions. He had also told that you could never know if your interview wouldnât end up helping someone finding out new things about thmselves.
So yes you had decided to try in the end and here you were trying to sit comfortably on a sofa ready to do this.
âY/n Y/sn, welcome to call her daddy. How did you decide what you wanted to wear today?â- the host, Alexandra Copper, asked
âWell I just wanted to be comfortable so there wasnât much of a choice. For a moment I had thought to come in my sweatpants, but then I thought I should at least put a little bit of un affort, so yeah in the end it was a jeans and a sweater â- you smiled, you hadnât expected fot that first question, but it actually helped calm you a little bit.
âI mean, sweatpants would have still been a great choice but you look really cute and comfortable so thatâs what matter. So Y/n you are a very well known actress and I saw when you arrived how many paps followed you, how do you deal with that?â- Alexandra asked
âWell first of all thank you for theâ very well knownâ⊠I mean itâs not ideal and itâs not my favorite thing about my career for sure, but I think what helps is that they mostly bother you when you are in LA, anywhere else they are few and far and they usually are more interested in me when I am with my boyfriend. If I am alone most of the time I manage with just a couple of photos you know, so they can say they did their job; but when my boyfriend Henry is with me they go bananas. So I get that the solution for me would be to change boyfriendâ- you and Alexandra both laughed in the end, both knowing it was a joke.
âSo letâs get into it, you are in a relationship with one of the most famous person in the world, Henry Cavill, Superman himself. What are the best parts?â- she asked
âWell for starters Henry is one of the best person, if not THE best person, i have ever met in my life, he is one of those people that always thinks about others, that always does his best to make people happy and comfortable. So yeah the very best part I think his Henry himself. We met in a very delicate moment of my life and, even before we started dating, he had always been there for me, to support me, he is like my rock you know, my best friendâ- you said, hoping that you didnât sound like a fangirl with her first crush
âYou guys are really cute together and I think that the love you two share is so pure and authentic that a lot of people can see it, even from the outside, even just watching you talk with one another, I think thatâs a reason why like almost everyone really love you togetherâ
âThank you, itâs really nice to know people are supportive of our relationship, not that people hate would change how we feel about each other, I mean he would still be my soulmate even if there was a lot of hate direct at us, but itâs niceâ- you smiled and you really meant it because when Henry had asked you out the first time 6 years ago you had been very unsure: he was already very much famous and you had just started your career and the last thing you wanted was for people to even remotely think that you were just dating him to boost your career. And adding to that there was an age difference that didnât make either of you uncomfortable but you knew that most people probably wouldnât like that. It had taken you a little bit of time to let your fear of what people could think behind and just decide to do what your heart was telling you to do.
âHow has you dating such a famous person impacted your identity?â
âThatâs a good question, I think that dating Henry, as Henry not as famous person you know, has added to my identity a lot like any other relationship would. I was a lot younger and he was a little bit older than I am now when we first started dating so I actually grew up during the relationship so yeah it has changed me for the best I think. Dating him has for sure helped me become the woman I am now; I dontâ know if I am explaining myslefâ- you laughed sure that you had made a mess
âNo no I get it, every relationship teach you a lot you know, have you ever received hate at the beginning of your relationship because of the age gap?â
âI mean people can be judgimental and at the beginning of our relantioship it was a real fear of mine, not of Henry, he didnât care, again he was more mature than me back then so he was like âI am not doing anything wrong, Iâm not hurting anybody so fuck themâ you know. And in the end Henryâs attitude rubbed off on me and when the months went on and then years went on and we were still together and people couldnât say that he was with me only for sex or I was with him only for his money or his fame, it all passed. So yeah, he never cared about the possible hate and I started to not care anymore after some time too.â
âI get it, you know haters gotta hate so the only thing you can do is be happyâ- Alexandra said
âExactlyâ
âSo this is a question that I hadnât planned to ask so you can decide not to answear without any problem I swear, but it has been a curiosity of mine for so long that I have to.â
âYou are scaring meâ- you laughed trying to stay calm
âno no donât be scared, Iâve watched your last film the other night, wonderful job by the wayâ
âThank youâ- you stopped her for a second
âSo there was a very intimate scene in the film and I have always wondered how are you able to play that scene, I mean I know you are an actor and of course itâs your job but isnât it difficult to pretend?â-Alexandra finished her question
âOh my god, you really scared me but I can answear that. Itâs difficult, it really is, for me in particular it is more difficult to shoot an intimate scene than one where I am supposed to be sad or angry or whatever. It becomes easier with the experience of course but it wasnât at the beginning. I still remember my first sex scene, it was such a flop because when you shoot an intimate scene itâs basically like you have to fake an orgasm and I really didnât know how toâ
âOh come on every woman knows how to fake an orgasm because everyone has had to fake at least onceâ- alexandra argued
âI know it sounds difficult to believe but I havenât, I have had my first sexual relationship, and canât believe Iâm actually saying it, with Henry and I havenât ever needed to fakeâ
âWait, leaving behind that you have never needed to fake with your boyfriend so lucky you, you didnât date anyone before Henry?â- you thought a second before answering, you werenât ashemed of who you were, of your experience but this was the first time you actually opened up about this side of yourself
âI had some dates before Henry but never a sexual partner before him. I am actually demisexual, I donât feel sexual attraction if I donât have an emotional connection first and a lot of people donât have the patience to wait for me to get there. So I tried dating for a while but once I saw people getting impatient after the second or third date I actually stopped dating for a while. Beside I had just started my career and I knew I needed to be focused so I swore off dating, at least untill I met Henry, that is. And even then it was a while before I agreeded to a date but he is a very stubborn personâ- you took a deep breath
âI didnât know thatâ
âItâs ok, I donât think anyone did other than my friend and familyâ- you smiled at her
âIâm really glad you decided to open up and now for the most difficult questionsâ- she started and you both laughed because you knew what was coming -âthis is the part where we talk about your sex life if itâs okâ- Alexandra double checked even though you had already given the all clear before the interview began
âIâm readyâ
âWe need to give the fan what they want, to give them a little taste. So are you a morning sex or a night sex person?â- she asked
âIâm more like the morning sex kinda girl because it gives you a boost for the day you know. But both Henry and I, we work a lot and even though we try to make sure our work plan align as much as we can, itâs not always possible. So the real answear would be whenever we are together and have time.â- you could see the mirth in Alexandraâs eyes
âYou gotta make it count right?â
âRightâ- you nodded at her
âHas anyone ever tried to have a threesome with you and Henry?â
âIf you mean if anyone ever have approached us in person, no, but a lot of people have asked on tweeter And the answer would be a no anyway, not only for me but even for Henry. He is not into sharing Iâm afraid and not even I am. Sorry guysâ- you laughed , yu were finding yourself to have actually fun⊠who would have thought
âDo you and Henry have the same favorite sex positions?â
âI think soâ
âCan you give us one?â- Alexandra smiled trying to get more from you
âWe like to change and experiment but my all time favorite would be cowgirlâ- you answered in the end
âYou heard it here, what is the sexiest think that Henry does that turns you on?â
âI mean you have seen my boyfriend, he can just look at me with those beautiful eyes of him and the love that I always find there is always enough to get me ready to goâ- you laughed not even understanding how was possible for you to feel so comfortable to answear withouth any problem -âbut one of the thing that turn me the most on is actually watching Henry work outâ
âWhat is the sexiest thing that you do that turn Henry on?â
âwearing his clothes probablyâ
âY/n Y/sn we are done, thank you for being here and thank you for being so open and honest, it was really nice to have you hereâ- Alexandra said at the end.
âThank you for having me, I thought long and hard before agreeing to come because I knew of course the question would be really personal but I am actually gald I accepted to comeâ
And you meant it, you were glad in the end that you had changed your mind but you couldnât wait to leave the building and go back to your boys.
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The one with âWe were on a breakâ
I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didnât post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it đ
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break⊠you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didnât make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so Iâm sorry if there are any mistakes
The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.
It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.
Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the capeâ and you would give him an allowance.
Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.
Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.
All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancĂš had ever had in four years of your relationship.
You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.
-10 months before-
You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.
"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you⊠and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.
"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on
"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.
"Are you sure?"- you double checked
"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.
You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.
You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...
"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.
You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.
Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake
"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish
"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.
"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight
"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?â-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...
"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadnât been .
"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancĂš since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry
"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"
"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough
"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancĂš was using with you
"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him
"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé
"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"
"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you
"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated
"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something
"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldnât, it almost seemed like you had lost control
"I meant a break from us"- you muttered
"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again
"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining
-Now-
You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.
You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.
You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.
"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection
"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.
"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.
Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple
"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were
"I love you too"
You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.
"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked
Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry
"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.
-10 months before- the day after the fight-
You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message
"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said
You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.
You had fallen asleep while waiting.
The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.
You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.
You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.
"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.
"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.
"I'm sorry"- he only said
"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.
Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up
"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.
"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasnât you.
You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick
-Now-
And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.
"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.
You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.
âI donât knowâ- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didnât know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.
You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancĂ© and even though you didnât think Henry would hurt you like that again you werenât going to risk it. You didnât want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didnât want to see her.
âI donât want itâ- the woman said bringing back you on earth
âWhat?â- Henry said
âI donât want it, the baby, itâs yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I donât careâ- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her
âYou canât just leave your baby with me, you donât even know meâ- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasnât really happening in real life, like it wasnât happening in YOUR LIFE.
âItâs not my babyâ- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.
Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now
âY/nâ- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldnât move. You wanted to look at your fiancĂ© but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.
âY/n, babyâ- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door
âYou have a babyâ- you just said
âI-â
âYou have a baby with another woman⊠you had a baby with the woman you cheated me withâ- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing
âWe-â- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin
âDonât even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry⊠Fuck, you have a baby, and itâs not mine, fuckâ- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldnât help it, what do you do when your fiancĂ© have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?
âI think I need a momentâ- you said
âOkâ- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -âwhere are you going?â- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door
âI need a momentâ- you left without even looking at you.
You knew you should have stayed, you didnât want to hurt him, you really didnât but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didnât know what to do.
-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-
âY/n, talk to me pleaseâ- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back
âDonât touch meâ-
âIâm sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but Iâm sorryâ- Henry tried again
âA mistake?! You slept with another woman Henryâ
âShe didnât mean anythingâ
âAnd yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationshipâ
âI didnât think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken upâ
âI asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheatingâ-
âIâm sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesnât justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix itâ- Henry asked with glossy eyes
And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him
-Now-
You werenât even sure where you were gonna go, you werenât even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.
You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancĂ© was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didnât give him.
You looked at your phone, you didnât even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.
You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the babyâs screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.
âYouâre backâ- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didnât know if it was because he didnât know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.
âWhy is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?â- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the babyâs feet
âYouâre backâ Henry said again
âHenry focus, yes Iâm backâ- you looked at your fiancĂ©âs eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you werenât going to survive another tsunami
âYou leftâ- he just said
âI know, Iâm sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparentlyâ- you shrugged
âWhere did you go?â- he asked
âNowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?â- you caressed Henryâs curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -âweâre gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.â
âOkâ- he just said waiting at you for direction⊠oh your man
âI think she left some formula and some diapers so Iâm gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some callsâ
âCalls?â
âYes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from usâ- you were on a roll
âUs?â- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair
âYes us, if this baby is yours weâre gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you havenât said anything because you think Iâm gonna leave you, Iâm not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, thatâs it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe sideâ- you could see Henryâs heart breaking a little.
The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.
âHenry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if youâre not, donât you think his father deserves to know?â- you gently smiled at him
âYouâre rightâ
âOf course I am, I always am rightâ- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness
âYeah someone is hungry, arenât you baby boy?â- you softly said to the baby.
You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family
âWeâre gonna need a nameâ- you and Henry smiled
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