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Sir Sherlock Holmes & The Indian Princess

शर्लक बाबू और भारतीय राजकुमारी

Chapter 1 || Masterlist || Chapter 2

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:

★ Everything written in bold is being said in Hindustani

★The Reader character goes by the last name Newalkar and is the daughter of Damodar Rao Newalkar → 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.

★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.  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 she’s 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 anyone’s 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 Sherlock’s 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 woman’s 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 woman’s 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 John’s 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 lands…she 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...

“Dear 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.”

Plonk!

Sherlock’s 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 wasn’t the smartest being but Sherlock appreciated his humble attitudes, he liked the doctor admitting he wasn’t 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!

“My Parents Have Been Murdered.”

He determined his dear doctor had written this cryptic message under the desire of secrecy. His eyes lit up. It meant John needed Sherlock’s help. A case. Something was amiss. John did not know the killers name. If he did, he would’ve written it or not bothered to write asking Sherlock to visit at all.

He couldn’t 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 Watson’s 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, “Now, clean your chalk slates students, you are going to learn how to spell good afternoon in English.”

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, “Gee, ouw, ouw, dee, this spells ‘Good’ and now ‘Afternoon’ is Aya, eff, tee, Ee, Ara, eynnn, ouw, ouw, eynn.”

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 didn’t 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 wasn’t the young boys who had pillaged these lands, it was their fathers and grandfathers.

“The gee,” you circled the G, “Remember in English is also pronounced like Guh and,” you tapped the double o’s, “Ouw ouw in english together when two is said ‘oooowa’. Followed by dee being said as Dah. So, let’s say it together?”

You dragged a white line under the word and sounded it out with your students.

“Guh-oooow-dah.”

You smiled.

You repeated, “Good.”

“Now let’s look at the word ‘afternoon’,” 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.

“Aye and eff is said as AAaff, then tee is a quick Tuh! And what is Ee and Arrra sound together children?”

“Errr,” they all purred.

You sounded out half of the word with them, “Aafftuherrr.”

You rubbed your chalk dust covered fingers together and further explained as you pointed to each important letter, “eynnn makes a Na, sound. And we just practiced double ouw, so sound it out.”

Like a symphony of speech, you all said together, “Guh-oooow-dah Aafftuherrr, Na-ooow-na. Good Afternoon.”

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.

“Good afternoon students,” You bided.

“Good afternoon Teacher Madam,” They called back.

“You may go back home now. Practise your English alphabet song.”

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 they’d 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 wasn’t her jingling anklet and bangle that announced her To your classroom, it was her shrill cry of your name that did.  

“Y/N! Quick!” Miss Anjuli Paraiyars exclaimed, “You need to come with me.”

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.

“Anjuli,” you happily sighed, “Whatever is the matter?”

She waved her hands about, hoping to quicken you along and out the door, “It is the Watson son, Doctor Watson, he wants to speak with you with important news.”

Your eyes widened. ‘What 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?’

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.

“What important news Anjuli?” You said a little standoffishly.

“He’s offering you a job,” She said giddily. She climbed up into the cart and leant down offering her hand to you.  Once in the cart side by side she sighed, “That’s all he would tell me,” She grabbed the reigns and cane and tapped the Ox to start moving out onto the dirt road, “But we all know how very generous he can be like his dear parents.”

Anjuli was right. The late Victoria and Hamish Watson’s 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 could’ve believed they were born here themselves.

You sat back and nodded, “May their souls attain moksha.”

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, it’s tail flicking the flies circling it’s 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.

“Oh look at them,” she giggled girlishly.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m looking.” There was a timid strain in your voice. You had no real interest to entertain Anjuli’s fascination.

When Anjuli noticed how you in fact we’re not looking but rather looking ahead on the road path she playfully smacked your arm.

“Look!” She sucked her teeth and teasingly scolded, “Do you not know delight at the sight of men?” She reached forward and abruptly touched the front of your blouse, squeezing around for the softness of your breasts, “Are you sure you’re a full grown woman?” 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, “I am not as easily swayed by British soldiers. They look so sickly as pale as they are,” your nose wrinkled, “How 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?”

Your friend rolled her eyes, “Oh nonsense,” she tapped your hand and waved her fingers into a crowd of soldiers, “See there that one, his hair the colour of wheat, he is a handsome man. He would make a fine husband.”

And as the cart rolled passed, you couldn’t help gag at the smell of the same man Anjuli proclaimed would make a fine husband.

‘A fine swine perhaps. Many sow in heat could come trotting to him from miles with such a putrid scent.’

Your head wobbled and your flat palm waved at her, “A husbands good qualities are not to stand on his appearance alone. One day he will grow old, fat, bald and ugly.”

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

“You’re no fun, come on,” she jerked her chin out to the same street as the ox was about to pass another group, “Tell me you don’t find any of them a little attractive?”

You stared at the oncoming group and now sucked your teeth. You crudely stated, “They’d be far more attractive if they left. Went back to their lands, leave our villages and the people of Bharat in peace.”

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.

“Fine...that one,” you nodded, “In the brown English clothes.”

“The one wearing a suit?” Anjuli snickered, “He’s not a soldier though?”

You giggled,“And it is for such a reason I find he is most handsome among them.”

You both gazed at him as the ox fully passed by. Anjuli smiled at you.

“He is rather tall. Strong. What do you think he does?” She asked, “Maybe he is a farmer, or a bricklayer?”

You shook your head. ‘No. He couldn’t be.’

“He dresses too finely. It is not their Christian Sunday Sabbath today. He probably is a rich businessman, with a wife and children.”

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 soiree’s, welcoming guests from all around to celebrate life. She would have a massive library and a place of worship. It was the life you should’ve had, the life you were owed and denied merely by the changing events of history and the extinguish of your father’s birthright.

Your soft smile faded; you felt a twinge of repulsion mixed with a hint of anger. You’d think after all these years you would’ve chosen to forget this, ignore this, let go and accept your circumstances in this life.... You didn’t live with your father anymore who would remind you practically daily why not to trust the English or any white man, as if you didn’t witness their subjecting abuse and consistent disrespect.

Your eyes fluttered shut, you reached to your side and touched Anjuli’s 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 class…You 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 hope…

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 you…a 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 restoration…you were the last hope and failed before your first breath. And that was something you’d 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 School…It 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, Anjuli’s mother.

Your friend spoke after some time of silence, “Oh, I’m meant to tell you- My cousin Vijay sent word this morning, he’s seeking a wife. My mother wants me to ask if you’d like to meet him, a prospective match.”

Your lips curled into a sneer, “Isn’t he the one that use to tie our braids together in a knot during Diwali and chase us around the street making animal noises?”

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.

“We were children, he was playing, only a boy,” she smiled, “He’s a man now, studying to be a barrister in Bombay but he will be visiting in a few weeks to help us move.”

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 like…building 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 couldn’t burn the village to ash with people living inside...well....at least not on their "morally good Christian conscious."

“Vijay 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.”

Moving back was not possible...not after his most recent letter.

“Father has…felt it improper for me to move back to Indore. He believes that my existence would cause me more harm than good under his jailers’ eyes…His pension he shares I give mostly to your mother for board. I have saved my wages, I am considering…moving to a boarding workhouse in Jhansi or Agra, but tell your mother I would like to greet Vijay when he arrives…”

You smirked looking down at your fingernails, “Lakshmi forbid I run out of money and need to resort to the ‘charity’ of Christians or to prostitution.”

Anjuli made a face, shaking her head and brushed her shoulder into yours, “You wrinkle your nose at every man, white, black or bronze,” she smiled cheekily, “I doubt you’d make a good prostitute.”

“Anjuli!” 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 prostitute…you hadn’t had sex and didn’t 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 ‘precious flower’ 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 would’ve 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. Anjuli’s mother was dismissed as Mrs Victoria Watson’s 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.

“Oh Miss Paraiyars, Anjuli dear,” he said clapping his hands and opening a drawer in his desk, “Thank you so much dear for bringing darling Miss Newalkar here. Here,” he handed Anjuli a small bag and slipped four rupees into her hand, “and take these sweets back to your Mataji, Mrs Paraiyars.”

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.

“Y/N thankyou for coming on such short notice. I requested your presence in person to offer you a job position.”

Your smile fell, you sheepishly explained to the man, “I am currently employed at the Anglo school Doctor, Babu.”

The doctor nodded, “Yes…Anjuli tells me you are still teaching the children English and Hindi?”

“Yes Doctor Babu,” you confirmed.

“How much are you paid per month?” he asked quickly, touching his lips lightly in thought.

“Twenty five rupees,” you said softly, you didn’t dare try to sound prideful.

The doctor smiled and pulled out a piece paper contract, he then stated, “I will pay you a hundred per month.”

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!?

“What is the position,” you swallowed breathlessly, “Doctor Babu?”

“Housekeeper and…a carer,” he sighed, “I 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.”

He leant against the desk cocking his head and looking down at his feet awkwardly. “Please,” he begged, “he is different to other men. He is particular and perhaps rather spoilt. I need you to make sure he doesn’t 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 was…and my English friend is rather…particular and impatient with broken speech...”

He wrote a signature across the bottom of the document and held it out for you to read. It was real…your mouth watered. You could save more than your regular wage and easily move back to Indore without burdening your father or mother’s family.  

“If 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-” he paused looking up and pocketing the cheque, he gasped, “Sherlock! Dear god man! Did you walk here from the train station?!”

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.

“My friend,” the handsome stranger gleefully called, “My dear John Watson, I came the moment I read your message. One of the khaki coated lads pointed me here.”

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, “A patient of yours Doctor?”

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.

“Oh- I- Sherlock…um, Sherlock Holmes, I would like you to meet Miss Y/N Newalkar.”

“Miss Newalkar,” the doctor waved his hand over the figure of the giant stock of a man, “This is the very gentleman I was informing you about. This is my friend Detective Sherlock Holmes.”

You pressed your hands together and nodded in greeting. One of Sherlock’s brows raised and his lips hardened in a straight line.

Doctor Watson explained back to the detective, “I was in the middle of discussing whether this dear lady would like to accept a role of housekeeping during your stay here.”

“Whatever for?” Sherlock snickered, “Is your lady wife not up to par with her duties?” 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.

“Some…plans have come up unexpectedly. Mary is back in Agra, staying safe with her family,” John stated, his fingers rubbed together, “I 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 here…” he leant in closer and whispered to the man, “I will visit every couple of days, to check up on you and see if there is truth to be founded in my suspicions.”

'Suspicions?'

“John…” the detective pat his friends shoulder, “I am happy to see you. I promise I will do my very best.”

“Thankyou,” said the doctor.

Sherlock jerked his chin to your direction, “How much does the dear girl here know?”

“Well, I…not much,” the doctor blushed and looked back to you, “Miss Newalkar, your thoughts on the job position role?”

You swallowed and nodded slowly, “I accept the conditions, thankyou for your most gracious offering, Doctor Babu.”

The doctor smiled and carefully touched your back, leading you to the exist of his office as he happily stated.

“Splendid! 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.”

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 didn’t need to crawl to your father and your mother’s 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.

“Did you see him go in?” Anjuli smirked from the ox cart, waving you over, “The British man you fancied?”

You jerked your chin up proudly exclaiming, “I met him.”

Your friend gasped with a wide smile, “What is he like?”

“I don’t really know,” you shrugged before waving the contract in front of your friends face, “but I am going to be his housekeeper, I need to inform the school of my resignation.”

Anjuli looked at the contract, she couldn't read english but made a light sad sound and sucked her teeth before sighing, “Oh, those children will miss you dearly.”

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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i’m obsessed

Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻

teacher’s pet~

ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader

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ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK

ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻

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you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.

there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.

you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.

every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.

your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.

and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.

your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.

you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.

“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.

“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.

he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.

you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.

your friends squealed around you.

“he definitely wants to fuck you!”

“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”

“stop it! he can hear” you protested.

“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”

you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.

“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”

“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”

“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.

“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”

you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”

“yeah! in you!”

when henry entered a hush spread around the room.

“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.

“nothing sir!” you balked.

he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.

you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.

he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.

your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.

you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.

your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.

before or after class, however…

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.

you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.

well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.

you knocked on his office.

“come in.”

“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.

“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.

you froze not knowing what to do now.

he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”

“do you not like it?” he frowned.

“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.

he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”

“no?”

“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”

he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.

“where?” your voice was meek.

his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.

you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.

his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.

you mewled.

“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”

he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”

the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.

“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”

“n-no!”

he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them

the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.

your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.

you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.

“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”

you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.

you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.

he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.

“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”

“yes- yes sir!” you whined.

“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.

he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.

this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.

“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.

“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.

you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”

“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.

“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”

he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.

he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.

rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…

your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.

he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.

it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.

Henry Cavill Headcanons

if you’ve got any suggestions or general topics you’d like to see headcanons for just shoot an ask my way or of any of his particular roles id be happy to do such. it’s safe to say this man owns all of me 😌✨🌸💕

he’s 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 you’re 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 he’d purposely just sit and smile at you till you do in return.

if you’ve got long hair, he would braid it after you’ve washed it. short hair he’d 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- 😏, he likes to wash your hair, lathering in too much shampoo you always tell him it’ll be damaging than helpful.

he gets suds everywhere, on purpose.

by on purpose he puts it there so he’ll 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 it’s time to rinse, he tilts your head back and makes sure the soap or water doesn’t get in your face, during these times you like to watch how his brows draw together in focus.

after he’s done he’ll always notice you were watching him and blush lightly.

he’s 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.

there’s times you have tickle wars on the sofa but leads to the ground, bc he’s a giant and you’re tiny. there’s no way you’d win if he keeps you cornered.

other days you’ll spend it sitting together reading books.

the times he’s got off work you play world of war craft, him teaching you the basics as you’re a noob or not tech savvy (like me)

once you’ve been shown the ropes you become a pro being a fast learner and all. it kinda makes him jealous to see you won’t need his guidance.

which leads to him finding something else he can teach you about or vice versa.

the times Henry isn’t home a lot, you take Kal for walks/jogs and spend the day in cuddled with the giant doggo watching shows you’ve 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 it’s 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 aren’t really a necessity.

the excitement is high in your veins at him being home too but you don’t 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 ??

he’s the real dedication if you’re honest. when he joins you, then you’ll see it through just to see his glistening muscles. *cue purring*

Ooeeh headcanon about a fight and making up with Henry?🥰

Kiss & Make Up

Basically y’all know what’s bout to go down. And it’s only healthy for couples to fight Henry~ i hope i did this justice i’m new to headcanons n i can’t tell if this is a mini story or naw??? >w<

it’s the first fight you two ever have, and boy is it bad. in the few months you’ve 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 he’s yelling at you.

henry’s voice is deep and exasperated as he bickers with you over having another man in your shared home. ‘Yours’.

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 else’s, 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.

it’s 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, “are you sleeping with him?”. no one ever likes to hear those words from someone they love.

with the track record you have of being used or cheated on, you’d 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 he’s 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.

he’s all “i’m sorries.”, “i didn’t mean it.” as fast as he can, breathing heavily. promising he’d clean the mess up. to never raise his voice at you again- so forth.

still he doesn’t 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 wasn’t off limits- to a degree. If you really wanted to hurt him, and not yourself you could’ve just aimed lower.

that’d be a literal dick move.

the punch is however a big mistake you’re all, “argh, i can’t even fucking hurt you because you’re built like a fucking wall! and now my hand hurts!” (i can’t help but be a dork even when it’s serious fuck 🤣💀)

him tries to help, really he does. genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

you fight him off mutter things like, “you aren’t a child.”, 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 you’re 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 you’ll live. you opt to calling him ‘colossus’ 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 he’d find a motel for your comfort. no compromise was too much for him.

with that done, he vanishes while you’re 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 he’s leaning into the back of the sofa. watching you with that warmed look in his eyes, somehow you can tell he’s 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 he’d 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, it’s your objective to also bring henry’s 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, “i love you ya big idiot.”

henry getting jealous and pouting because you give more attention to Kal rather than to him?

Two Giant Cuties

i’m prepared to lose all my uwus doing this one, and i know it’s from one of mah gals. aka henry nation gang. ✨🐕‍🦺

tumblr bout to catch my hands i’ve tried to post this twice with the words on it and nothing sksksk mfking bitches 🔪🔪🔪

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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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 ‘yours’ 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.

he’s 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 he’s actually jealous of a dog? of his own dog for that matter

understandably so- kal was adorable, attentive and sweet. but he wasn’t henry.

henry babbles on how, “you’re so much closer to kal.”, “would you even want to spend time with me anymore?”

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 “see!” 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 kal’s 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 doesn’t stop looking like a wounded pup, you pinch his cheeks catching his eyes now that he’s looked up.

reassuring him of how you spent time with kal because he helped ease your anxiety, he perks up at that knowing he’d 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 you’d explained it was almost silly, but he wasn’t 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 didn’t need to hide your insecurities or anxieties from him, in return he wouldn’t hide his own either.

after henry was nearly a whole hour late (huehue😏) 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.

you’d always have the dog and now one another to help quiet the conspiracy theories your minds cooked up in its spare time.

Valentine’s Day

first off sorry i’ve been so mia life is throwing a tidel wave of obstacles my way. i’m trying to work through them but it’s 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 🤧🤞🏽

this one probably isn’t up to par bc it’s rushed and it’s already midnight but hush it’s for the holiday- one i’m not a big fan of but happy v days, i’m a single pringle like my boomer babey 😌🥰

you’ve both been dating for a couple years let’s 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 it’s 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.

henry’s end he lied about having work, all a rouse as he went to pick up flowers (one could never go wrong with unless you’re allergic, then however omit this portion).

they’re your favorite kind.

stopping by a shop to pick up a variety of chocolates, the ones you didn’t want he was happy to eat not being that picky an eater with sweets he just didn’t 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 “be mine.”

henry makes the drive home quick. mostly for the sake of the melting chocolates and flowers to get to a source of water. it wasn’t rly urgent per say, he just couldn’t wait to see the surprise on your face.

you knew he had something but he didn’t 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 he’s such a giant.

henry’s 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 doesn’t 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.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Valentine.” 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 weren’t a sweet.

he laughs again lifting you up in a twirl and you join his laughter.

henry fills you in on how he didn’t 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 wouldn’t have broken the make out session.

he smiles toothy at- one would assume is exaggerated but it wasn’t. 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 “thank yous”

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 doesn’t move till you tilt you head for him to go ahead. so he opens the bag, with a disgruntled ew at kal’s slobber getting on it some.

the wrapping that’s 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 you’re now grounded again and he’s tearing open the item.

it’s the new headset he’s always wanted for gaming.

at that your day is complete. ordering some take out because you both can’t 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 it’s enough to help you both fall asleep tucked close to one another.

Surprises At DisneyLand

Y’all 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 i’m doing this headcanons thing right?? 😅 also sorry for it being so long for me to update i went on a bit of a hiatus 💀⚰️ i’m back now... hopefully

henry had been the one to ask you out of course, you were friends for a couple months

naturally you’d 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- you’ve 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, birthday’s, 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 wasn’t 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 ‘he’s my mickey’ top with jeans that were high waisted and hugged all the right places. finished with high top converses and one of henry’s 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 can’t see his reaction. you hear him, that deep, sweet, darling chuckle he does when he’s amused.

and in a way it makes you more excited- or nervous you can’t 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.

“i didn’t even know this is where we were going! my top i chose to wear is coincidental!”

“well we’re matching.” was his comforting words back to yours.

the car is parked, you both show the tickets and are given a wristband that you’ll 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, you’re both soaked and laughing helplessly at one another’s 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 i’m a dork- if you aren’t a sw’s fan ignore this one hehe)

kylo ren’s 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.

“sorry this ones taken.” 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 you’ve 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 “Yellow Hearts” 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 he’s 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 should’ve felt when your hands were tucked into his pockets. you had a habit of hugging him from behind even if he’s larger than you- yet didn’t 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.

“will you y/n. do me the absolute honors of spending the rest of our lives together. and being my wife? because i love you- don’t think i’ve ever loved someone as much as i do you.” theres a chorus of awe’s.

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, “Yes- a thousand yes’s!”

henry swoops you up into his arms twirling you around as he hugs you close. you knew he wasn’t a public man so doing this was a big deal. for both of you.

once you’re set down he slides the ring onto your ring finger. it feels snuggly, you’re 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, you’re 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.

it’s then when you both look up that two fireworks shoot out “congratulations henry and y/n!” followed by “happy anniversary!”

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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Marvel VS DC

Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x MCU Actress!Reader

summary: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from Y/n and Henry’s relationship

Warnings: implications of smut?nothing but fluff really

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@/legend47fr: Did anyone see Henry and Y/n's instagram stories😭😭 They had a superhero themed gender reveal, all the DC men represented boys and the Marvel women represented girls. Too cute.

@/7littlebunnies: I heard from a secret source that Henry purposely visited Y/n at set nearly everyday just to see her in her suit☠️ mans had the hots for her even in costume

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@/letmeliveplease: I don’t care what anyone says, I want Henry and Y/n to adopt me. Henry literally spends his days doting on her while she sits and bakes him treats🥹 I need to be there

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@/marvelsuperstar: Just saw Henry Cavill taking Y/n stationary shopping, anyone know why?

↳ @/lozardeggs: In an interview Y/n said she wanted to go back to school to get her PHD in History, THIS MAN IS JUST SO FREAKIN SUPPORTIVE OF HER

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@/nowyouseeme3: I love how at every one of Henry's premieres, Y/n has made it her duty to cosplay as a DC character despite her contract with marvel. She slays it everytime. ↳ @/blowuphorse: don’t forget that Henry said it leads to him having a “cardio” workout every time😭

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@/Y/nhasmyheart: Never letting anyone forget about the time Henry and Y/n were on the beach and the paps got a pic of Henry touching up on Y/n's body. ↳ @/rainbowsandflowers: Okay but can we blame him? the girl’s a goddess on Earth

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@/iamnotgroot: Henry and Y/n's son is so cute🥰 According to Y/n he copies Henry alla time, such as when asking for a kiss, but because he has a lisp it comes out adorably

↳ @/leonotaquarius: forget that. Imagine the Henry Cavill asking you for kisses even though you’re married

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@/girlwiththeredhairr: ALERT JUST SAW HENRY SPOON FEEDING Y/N FROZEM YOGHURT AT THE MALL! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS, HE WIPED THE CORNER OF HER LIPS WITH NAPKINS AND EVERYTHING! I hate it here

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@/Evanstan: in the background of Chris Evans' party vid, why is my focus on the Cavill couple making out in the background

↳ @/buckszer: Y/n said so herself that Henry has the drive of an 18 year old hornball, IF THAT GIVES YOU ANY ANSWERS

↳@/Evanstan: yeah no wonder they have like 4 kids already and they’ve been together like 6 years 😭

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@/Hartystsyles: Let’s just remember that 10 years ago in an interview, Y/n said her major celeb crush was Henry, WHAT MANIFESTING METHODS DOES MISS GIRL USE?!

↳ @/lemonsmoothie: No clue honey, but I jus remember her havin no hope because they have an 8 year age gap AND SHE WAS 22 AT THE TIME, she works her magic for real

↳ @/theojameslove: Just know that on their first date, Henry said he knew he was gonna marry her and went to go buy a ring

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@/33overloax: My brother works at a bar, and apparently he saw Henry there for a bachelor party. This man’s wearing a tshirt with Y/n's face on it and it said “IM HAPPILY MARRIED THANK YOU”

↳ @/officialY/nCavill: You best believe I did that, have you seen my man😭 I ain’t taking any chances

↳ @/happychrismas: OMG SHE ACTUALLY REPLIED TO YOU, THE QUEEN HERSELF

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@/francaiswho: During filming Henry can’t wear his wedding ring during scenes, so he got it tattooed onto his ring finger just to prove his devotion 🥲

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@/fleabagmonkeyface: Saw The Cavill couple and their baby at the zoo, the baby had a Marvel tshirt but a DC hat☠️ I overheard a few of their convos with their baby and I near started sobbing because of how cute it was. They call him bambi 😭

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@/onyourleft: Kill me. A friend of mine saw Y/n modelling clothes for Henry once she got our of the changing rooms, and he would whistle and cheer for her every time she twirled

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@/brownbobstyle: Remember when Y/n was mobbed by crazy fans and Henry near started a fist fight for her, THEN WENT ON ALL HIS SOCIALS TO CALL OUT BY NAME ALL THE PAPARAZZI THAT DID NOTHING TO HELP. Love that man

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@/fishiesfornemo: Bringing us back to that time of twitter when Y/n was pregnant and posted about how she made Henry sleep on the couch because he said she was overreacting. Next morning she woke up to a whole buffet for breakfast as an apology😭 Henry then posted that he never said that and it was just smthn that happened in one of Y/n'a dreams

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@/HenryCavill: Can someone tell me how do I get my sleeping wife with a grip like a gorilla, off me in the morning. it’s been three hours. i’m hungry

↳ @officialY/nCavill: Fine then, no cuddles for you. Ever.

↳ @/HenryCavill: Now hold on there honey, I never said that. You know I love your cuddles♥️

↳ @/Cavillfan1: LOOOL HENRY GOT TOLD 😭😭

Handyman

Pairing: Husband!Henry x Pregnant!Reader

summary: fans on social media are absolutely in love with Henry and Y/n's relationship, and can’t ignore the fact that the woman is stunningly glowing !Fluff!

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We’re Building our baby’s Crib‼️

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@/tokyodrifter129: Ok but who knew watching a man building a crib could be such a turn on?!

> @/Y/nCavill: Babe I was thinkin the exact same thing 😭 it’s like porn for me now

>> @bulkyhulk: OMG SHE IS SUCH A MOOD I CANT BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT

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@/lizziedwire: Y/n is so cute with her baby bump🥺 The way her hand is just constantly touching on it and the way she smiles at her tummy just makes me wanna cry my eyes out. She’s so precious

> @/marvelledsire: let’s talk about her pregnancy glow though?? Like don’t get me wrong the woman was already stunning before, but even i’m findin her irresistible to look at

@/livingonntheflatearth: Did anyone notice in the video when Henry was reading the instruction manual to the crib, and his other hand was just rubbing Y/n's stomach mindlessly. I just know he positioned her rocking chair right there for that exact reason. But also I can’t blame her if she just wanted to watch him up close 🤪

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@/Cavillsfangirl00: Their nursery is so cutely decorated, all the pastel stuffies and toys on the shelves; DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE SUPERHERO BABY BOOKS THEY HAVE. I’m volunteering to be reincarnated as their baby

> @/leavemealonepls: Watching Henry in a vest top and shorts trying to build a crib, is something we didn’t know we needed. Thank you Y/n for posting this😭😭

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@/Tacosandcheese: Henry leaning his head up like a kid to ask Y/n for a kiss as a reward gets me all giggly every time. Who knew a man needed a kiss after every hammer hit☠️

> @/clarkentwho: Y/n looks so done with him every time he put his head up for that😭 but did you see how she always ended up smiling into their kiss?! I’m sleeping on the highway tonight for real

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@/369girlswannadrink: My favourite part of this video has to be when Henry accidentally dropped a bit of wood too loud and instantly turned around to Y/n, scared that he had “woken the weep chap”

> @/presidentofyourheart: Mine was when he finished the crib and him and Y/n started placing the mattress in it, you could see them both tearing up when they were hugging that dog stuffed toy they had😩

>> @/Saneiofanhere: How about when Y/n was sat eating baby sausages and every few seconds Henry would open his mouth and she’d try to aim one into it, then at one point she just got grouchy cause she ran out and he went and got her more. Sausage queen

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@/noobmasterer: Y/n is absolutely stunning in her maternity dress, i’m actually in awe, what a goddess

> @/henrycavill: yeah imagine how I feel waking up to her everyday

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@/beyoncesbackupdancer: Yall remember when they just revealed their pregnancy, AND HENRY CHANGED ALL HIS BIOS TO SAY “Future dad” This man is so extra i love it

> @/jellybaby: Can we blame him though? Mans has waited ages for a woman like her and waited even more for his own family. He deserves it sm!!

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@/Iminlove: I nearly cried when the baby kicked Y/n’s stomach in the video and Henry dropped everything to go to her side to soothe the baby, with gentle kisses and cuddles😭😭

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@/princesspopper: No lie I saw them buying the crib in ikea, and Henry was complaining wondering why the baby couldn’t sleep with them☠️☠️ Y/n had to hit him up the head and remind him that he can’t squish the poor thing

> @/princesspopper: THEN Y/n hugged him but she couldn’t cause of her stomach so he went around and hugged her from behind. I’m jealous can you tell

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@/britishenthusiast: Omg the plaster cast of Y/n's bump in the background is so fricking cute, I heard that Henry did it himself at home.

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@/bringitonsatan: I hate how there’s still fans hating on this beautiful family, CANT YOU SEE THEYRE LITERAL PERFECTION

> @/emmalovescake: omg yeah i know right, you can clearly see how much love they have for each other just by their eyes, I can’t imagine what they’re going to be like when their baby is here

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@/cheesytoes: Ok but Y/n ogling Henry while he’s building the crib is a mood, Henry ogling Y/n while she’s sorting out the toys is also a mood. I’m in love with them both

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@/Y/ncavillstan1: I can’t wait for vids of Y/n with their baby and singing them to sleep😭 I need to see it.

> @angelfeeder: I know AND I CAN ALREADY SEE THE BABY IN RUGBY GEAR CUS OF HENRY OMG

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@/Y/nCavill: @/HenryCavill you purposely put the bar of this crib too high, I can’t get out of it

> @/Henrycavill: I told you not to get in it pet, luckily it’s big enough for a feckn bear

>> @/Y/nCavill: Please baby i’m gonna piss myself, I just wanted to check if it was comfortable enough for our baby boo 🥺

>>> @/HenryCavill: Alright babs i’m coming up now

>>>> @/supermanreds: stop it. The cuteness is too much.

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Patchwork

Summary: Henry becomes a father... Just not how he thought it would happen.

Word count: 2.160

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, lots of fluff

"Six?"

"Six."

"Six children?"

"Well not biologically, but.... yes."

(Y/n) looked uncertainly at Henry. The blue eyes stared at her in disbelief.

"You have six children living in your house?"

She sighed. That was always the point at which every guy ran away.

"I understand if that's too much for you," she began. 

Henry shook his head still in disbelief, but grinned. "Do you ever sleep, or do you just get used to  sleep deprivation?"

She smiled cautiously. Didn't trust the peace yet, though. "To be honest there are two kids one 9 and one 12 and four pubescent teenagers."

He regarded her quietly across the restaurant table. "Are you okay?" he asked, "Did I say something wrong? I know my reaction may have been a little surprised, but I didn't mean to cut you in."

She relaxed a little. "It's just... Most guys run away as soon as they hear that, and that would really be .... a shame."

Henry smiled and shook his head. "I don't run away. I hate cardio."

That made her smile.

"But you'll still have to tell me how you get to adopt six children and teenagers.... And that as a single woman in her mid-twenties."

"It's like cats. Somehow I guess it doesn't stay with just one." She tipped her wine glass. "The first one was Jason. He was the son of my neighbors at the time and would come by my apartment every so often in the afternoon until his mother got home. One night he showed up at my door bleeding. His father caught him with make up and beat him black and blue. It took a while, but then he could move in with me. He's graduating from high school this summer. He has even been accepted to a make up school. He wants to go into film as a makeup artist." She smiled softly. "He's come a long way."

Henry curtsied in shock at the story. "Fatima is 16 and has been disowned by her family for not being a virgin. She has ambitions to study law. I don't think anyone will stop her from going to Oxford. Mike is almost 16 - next week - and grew up without a father and even though his mother tried everything, she has high level schizophrenia. She has been institutionalized and now lives in care. We visit her whenever her condition allows it. Mini - Emilia ran away at some point. We don't really know what happened. She is 14. Kamon is 12 and comes from a refugee family. His parents have been sent back to Thailand. We are trying to get a visa for them. Until then, I'm kind of his foster family. He and Mike are not officially adopted. Both love their family and do everything for them, even if they can't always be there. And Lilly. She is 9. Her family died in a car accident. No family member has been found."

She was silent for a moment and continued to contemplate her wine before looking up and looking at Henry.

"Henry... I understand if this is too much, but.... they've all been through enough in their lives and every single one of them has their reasons for making it hard for new people in our family. So if, against all odds, you say yes to this circus, know that it's not so easy to get out of it either." Her gaze became insistent. "If you leave me, that's one thing, but I won't do that to the kids."

Henry, who hadn't said anything all this time, took one deep breath and reached for her hand lying on the table. He smiled. "If they're willing to meet me, so am I."

Henry stood in front of a gigantic house. His house was already big, but this one surpassed it. Despite its size, however, it didn't seem ostentatious. It looked cozy and inviting. The word 'home' popped into his head.

Shouts and frantic footsteps sounded from inside. 

He pressed his thumb on the doorbell. Immediately, everything went silent.

The door opened with a jerk. A dark-skinned boy stood before him, beaming at him. From the colored eyeliner, he concluded that it must be Jason.

"Hello Mr. Cavill." he said in a noticeably loud voice.

Immediately, frantic footsteps sounded and he saw scattered bodies running through the background.

"Hi. Henry will do." he smiled.

"Come on in. I'm Jason. Ehhm... (Y/n) isn't here yet.... Mike had... They had to go to the hospital."

"Is he okay?"

Jason shrugged. "Normally, he is. Boxer you know... Tea?"

"Gladly."

He stepped into the house. It was swept as if empty, yet the traces of life could be seen in it. Self-painted pictures. Photographs. Various equipment for hobbies. Shoes in different sizes. And that was just the hallway. Henry let himself be led into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs. None matched the other.

"Mike had a match this morning. (Y/n) said he's already patched up. They're already on their way here."

Henry smiled. "With something like this, you should take your time."

Jason set the steaming cup down for him and sat with him.

Henry accepted it gratefully. "It's very quiet."

"Be glad." was all he said, sipping his tea. "I don't want to chase you away, but it's like human history here. The periods of absolute peace are relatively negligible." He ran his index finger over the rim of his cup and grinned. "And I'm one of the worst divas here. Just a warning."

The front door opened and a rumble sounded, followed by an amused giggle. "Sorry about that." a boy's slurred voice rang out.

"That's okay big guy. Come on off to bed." he heard (y/n).

"I'm fine!"

"That's because they drugged your ass off so you can't feel your face."

"Where's Ammy?"

"Mike you need to rest now. You can call Amber when you're in bed."

"Who are you?" A blond boy in a gray sweatshirt and swollen face looked at him from the doorway, aghast. "Who's that?" he turned to (Y/n).

"A friend Mike. That's a friend. Jason stop filming him!"

Still grinning, Jason put the phone away and turned to Henry. "Welcome."

"What's the dog's name?", Kamon asked him.

"That's Kal...like Superman." he smiled at the shy boy.

"I like Batman."

Henry rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh yeah, why?"

"Batman watches out for kids nobody else wants. Like (y/n)."

Henry smiled.

"I told you not to rummage through my things!" yelled Emilia down the hall.

Henry and (Y/n) sat in the garden each holding a book.

"I wasn't rummaging. I was getting MY eyeshadow, that you stole from MY room!" shouted back Jason. "It's not my fault you leave your lovey-dovey fanfictions lying around in the open like that!"

"You have no business in my room!"

"That being said - Tom Holland? Really?"

A splintering sound rang out.

"I guess that was the vase, then," (Y/n) sighed.

"I would have thought she was more of a Sebastian Stan type," Henry reflected loudly.

"How long has she been sitting there?" whispered Henry to (Y/n).

"Since this morning. She hasn't looked up from that book in five hours."

Fatima sat at the large parlor table surrounded by books, writing notes and index cards.

"That's impressive. Scary, but impressive."

Kal walked over to the table and nudged her.

"I have to study! Sit!" Kal obeyed immediately and sat next to her chair.

"She'd make a good drill sergeant," Henry grinned.

(Y/n) sipped her coffee. "You've never seen her in exam stress."

"This isn't exam stress?"

"This is relaxed studying."

Henry looked in shock at the girl with noise cancelling headphones. (Y/n) grinned into her cup.

 "They need more glitter!" determined Lilly.

Henry reached for the can of edible glitter and sprinkled more of it on the unicorn cookies.

"Like this?"

The little girl looked thoughtfully at the tin. "Like this."

Henry bowed theatrically and slid the tin into the oven. "All for your majesty." The girl giggled.

(Y/n) just watched with a smile.

Jason and Mike sat on the sofa grinning together at a tablet, each with headphones in their ears.

This wasn't normal. Even Henry knew that by now. He wondered if they were both watching porn. He'd been that age once, too. He knew what that was like.

(Y/n) came into the living room and looked over there shoulders at the two of them. She laughed uncontrollably grunting, but immediately suppressed it and came over to him.

No porn, he concluded.

"What about these two?" asked Henry, pulling her to him on the sofa and onto his lap.

"Just a movie," she grinned.

"What movie?"

She continued to shake her head with a grin and waved it off. Henry was very reluctant to be shut out. So he sat (y/n) down next to him on the sofa and stood behind the two teenagers. When he saw his younger self in a black hoodie grinning and holding up a tarot card, he groaned in annoyance.

The boys snorted indignantly. Henry looked defiantly at the display.

"Oh come on Sweet Cheeks! What's wrong?" asked (Y/n) with a laugh.

He looked at her with an intensity that promised she would pay for this yet. She could hardly wait.

"What's with the hair?" laughed Jason.

"It was in back then!"

Henry stood in the kitchen making coffee while there was the familiar bustle around him. Kamon couldn't find his second shoe, Lilly needed a certain T-shirt, Jason occupied the bathroom, Mike shoveled eggs into his mouth, Fatima just drank the coffee straight out of the pot, and Emilia hid behind a book.

He could hardly believe that over a year should have passed already.

They had grown close to his heart. He didn't want to miss the chaos at all. The last time he left for a job, it seemed almost eerie how quiet it was that night. He had told (y/n) about it over Skype. She'd just grinned and said those feelings liked to sneak up on one.

"Do you think they want me in their life?" he had asked her uncertainly.

She had only smiled. "Wait a minute." She disappeared and came back a moment later with a piece of paper. She held it up to the camera. "Lilly drew this for you today." It showed eight roughly drawn people. Under each one, in capital letters, was the name.... except for (y/n) and him. It just said Mum and Paps. Henry stared wide-eyed at the screen. "Please act surprised when you come back. It's supposed to be a gift.", she put the paper back down. "Are you crying?"

Henry had remained silent. He had only nodded.

He smiled at the memory. The picture hung framed in the hallway. It had become Henry's favorite picture.

"Car one go!", (y/n) called down the stairs.

The three mismatched teens got up from the table and walked to (y/n)s car.

Henry packed the last of the snacks into Lilly and Kamon's lunchboxes before he, too, packed them into his cat and drove them to school. Jason had a little break from make up school and stayed at home.

Henry came back earlier than (y/n). He waited patiently for her in the kitchen. Looked at the mismatched chairs and the photos on the wall. Photos that now included him. (Y/n) came shortly after him and dropped into her usual seat next to him. She reached for the waiting cup of coffee and dropped her head on his shoulder. "How did I do this alone before?"

Henry laughed.

"I mean it. Don't you dare leave! I can't take it anymore!"

Henry just smiled at her. He got up from his chair and knelt down in front of her. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and held it in front of him. "I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life anywhere but with you and the kids. (Y/n) will you marry me?"

She looked at him with shocked eyes. "Are you sure?"

He nodded with a smile. "I want to take Lilly to her dance lessons. I want to be there when Jason gets his first jobs. I want to see Fatima come top of her year at Oxford - in law AND medicine." They both laughed. "I want to cheer Mike on in his competitions. I want to watch Emilia find the romance she secretly wants. I even want my heart to break when Kamon is reunited with his parents. I want to be with you. I want to be with the children. I don't want to run away. I want to be part of this family."

"You already are," she smiled, crying. She pulled him close and kissed him.

"Does that mean yes?" he grinned.

"Yes you idiot." she laughed.

Patchwork II - Growing Up

This is the second part to this story:

https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/721982589869621248/patchwork?source=share

Summary: Growing up comes with a lot of challenges.

Warnings: teenagers fighting on a party, fluff, use of (y/n)

Word count: 2.757

"What are you doing here?"

Mike stoped in his movement. He had almost made it.

"Nothing." he said far too quickly and turned to Henry. Disappearing the small something in the pocket of his jacket pocket.

Henry just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "If I remember correctly, everyone's privacy is considered here."

"I... I just needed... batteries.", Mike stuttered.

Henry grinned. "You'll have far more success in (y/n)s cabinet."

Mike turned bright red and looked down at the floor.

"Mike come on. I was young once, too."

The boy tossed the condom packet on the bed and continued to look at the floor. Hoped fervently it would open up and swallow him.

Henry closed the bedroom door and sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room. "We should talk about this, right?"

Mike shook his head. "You know the internet is very informative," he muttered, still red-faced.

Henry smiled. "Yeah. I know. I was young once, too," he pointed out again. "But that doesn't change the fact that these with latex and we know you're allergic to it thanks to your chemistry experiment in school."

"Oh."

"Yeah oh. Mike there is nothing wrong with wanting to be prepared. You can talk to me about anything, but you don't go digging around in my or (y/n)s stuff! ... We don't want to traumatize you right away," Henry continued to grin.

Mike turned to the window, overwhelmed, and buried his face in his hands. "Too much information!"

Henry laughed amused.

Mike looked at him sullenly.

"Sorry big guy. I'll stop." Henry raised his hands placatingly. "You and Amber have been together for so long, it's understandable you want to make that step.... She wants too, right?"

Mike slumped a little. "Yes Amber does." he mumbled.

Henry stopped. "What about you?"

Mike shrugged.

"You don't have to."

"I should want to, shouldn't I?"

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to do. No matter what anyone at school might say."

Mike plopped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't know if I.... quite yet..." Mike waved his arms around. Who could have guessed that such a tall and strong teenager could look so small.

"Sex can have many sides Mike."

Mike just grumbled.

"Start with something you feel comfortable with. You'll figure out what you like."

Mike sighed. "And what if I do it wrong?"

"That's the beauty of it. There is no wrong. Just two people and agreement. This isn't a boxing match Mike. There's no perfect technique and no strategy. But at least talk openly to Amber about what you want. Share it with her somehow. You wouldn't want her to torture herself for you either, would you?"

"Of course not!" he blurted out immediately. He immediately sat up and looked shocked.

"Then do her the same favor."

Mike sighed. "Yeah okay."

Henry smiled gently. He stood up and walked over to his nightstand. "Here." He tossed a red packet at Mike. "These are latex-free."

Mike caught them more poorly than he could.

"And now get out of here!"

The blond haired boy stumbled out of the room as fast as he could, still bright red.

The adjacent bathroom door opened and (y/n) peered through the gap. "You'll have far more success in (y/n)'s cabinet," she mimicked him. "Did you have to violate him with that picture?"

Henry grinned. "As long as I have to listen to Humphrey jokes, yes."

"Men." she rolled her eyes and went back into the bathroom. "You coming now?"

Henry ran after her at a quickly.

Henry was sitting on the sofa reading a script when Lilly shot through the door and quickly ran up the stairs.

"Lilly?"

"No time!"

"Why aren't you at dance practice?"

The door to her room slammed into the lock and he just heard the key turn. Damn.

"Lilly, what's wrong?" he called through the door.

"I need (y/n)!" she called back.

"(Y/n) is not here! I can help you. Now open up."

"Or Mimmy or Fatima!"

"Why not me?"

"I need a woman!"

Henry sighed. "At least tell me what's wrong."

"I've got my period!"

Henry faltered. "First time?" he asked uncertainly.

"What do you think?" she yelled through the door.

"Lilly this is-"

The door was yanked open. "Don't tell me that's normal now!" She held up a finger.

Henry looked overwhelmed at the delicate now 12-year-old creature. "Do you know how shitty it is for women who do professional sports to still have to deal with something like this?"

She cringed and screwed up her face. Henry gently supported her.

"Okay. You just take a deep breath and lie down. I'll call (y/n) and then we'll take it one step at a time."

She let herself be led to her bed and lay down on it.

"I'll be right back."

Lilly nodded and pulled the covers over her.

Henry went into the kitchen and got a hot water bottle ready while he pulled out his cell phone and called (y/n).

"Hello?"

"Hey... Uhm little problem-"

"Did Mike break something again?"

"No! No Mike is fine... I think... Lilly just stormed through the door and it turns out she's on her period. She's freaking out right now and thinks her dancing career is over."

(Y/n) sighed. "Can't I have an undramatic child?"

"And your hope was in Lilly, of all people?"

She sighed before pulling herself together.

"Fine. You-"

"Hot water bottle's on. I'll make tea in a minute."

"Perfect. I'll buy her whatever she needs. Give me half an hour. Try to keep her calm until then."

"And how-"

Tuut tzut

Henry looked at his phone, perplexed.

He wasn't disgusted by it. God it was just normal, but he knew Lilly. And Lilly always knew exactly how she thought things should be. That her body was now 'betraying' her was hard for her to swallow.

Carefully, he walked back to her room.

"Hey princess. Are you okay?"

"No." she pouted.

He sighed. "Here. For the cramps. The tea is gross, but it always helps (y/n)."

She reached for the cup, smelled it, and put it right back down. "What's this?"

Henry laughed lightly. "I don't know."

Lilly grabbed the hot water bottle and placed it on her stomach.

Henry sat down by her bed. "(Y/n) will be right in."

"Good."

Silence settled over the room. Uncomfortable silence.

"You know there are a lot of female athletes." said Henry, looking at the shelf of trophies and medals.

Lilly just puffed and continued looking at her blanket, tugging at a loose thread.

Henry sighed.

"I didn't even get to go to practice today," she grumbled.

He patted her hand. "I'm really not an expert on this," Henry said.

"But?"

"Unfortunately, that's it."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Men." she grumbled.

"Yup. You're a woman now."

All eight sat at the kitchen table, looking spellbound at Fatima, who had three letters in front of her.

One from Oxford. One from Cambridge. One from Havard.

"What do I start with?" asked Fatima for the first time in a long time with no real plan.

"We can open all  three at the same time," (y/n) suggested.

"I can't do that," Fatima groaned, already pushing the letters away from her.

Henry stroked her back soothingly.

"Deep breaths."

Fatima drew in an exaggeratedly deep breath.

"Me one, you one, and (y/n) one. Okay?"

Fatima nodded and grabbed the letter from Oxford.

All three tore open the envelope and pulled out the letters.

Fatima let out an uncharacteristically pointed scream. "I did it!"

Henry looked questioningly at (y/n). She just nodded with a smile.

"Three times, actually," Henry grinned. Fatima snatched the cover letter from their hands and skimmed the pages. "Oh, God. What am I going to do now? How am I supposed to decide?"

"No, no, no!", Henry grabbed her by the shoulders. "First rejoice! Then mull it over."

"You did it.", beamed (y/n) at Fatima. "God I'm so damn proud of you. Come here." She pulled the girl into her arms.

"I'm worth something," Fatima whispered.

"You always have been and you always will be. Do you hear?"

Fatima nodded and let herself be pulled back into the embrace. Everyone jumped up and hugged the two until there was only a tangle of family in the kitchen.

It was Emilia's birthday. Emilia had invited friends. Emilia had invited her boyfriend. Joseph. Henry sat in the bedroom, watching the boy in the garden through the window with suspicion.

He had decided he didn't like him. There was something boastful about him. He had also overheard him calling a classmate fat, which brought up unpleasant memories.

"Want some night vision for later?", (y/n) grinned at him and held out a coffee.

Henry grunted. "I'm just keeping an eye out."

(y/n) continued to grin.

"I just don't like him," he blurted out. "He's such...such-"

"Such a spoiled asshole?"

Henry looked at her in surprise.

"Hey I'll let them have their way. I'm not always for it by a long shot." she stated defensively.

Henry looked back into the garden. "What's going on now?"

A flurry of activity arose in the party. Joseph could be seen talking vigorously at Emilia, and Emilia's face grew smaller and smaller.

Henry immediately got up and went down the stairs. (Y/n) right at his heels.

"Joseph-" he heard Emilia's broken voice.

"Are you doing everybody now, or what?" followed Jospeh.

"That's not even-"

"Keep your fucking lies to yourself!"

Henry pushed his way through the group of teenagers when he already saw Mike pushing his way between them. A good head and a half taller than Jospeh, he had an intimidating effect for now.

"Think about what you're saying!" said Mike emphatically.

"Yeah. You don't want anyone to know that she's already spread her legs for the whole school. You know, some girls appreciate staying pure."

You would have thought Mike would have just put him in a headlock and dragged him out, but it was Fatima, of all people, who hit him with a skillful hook and sent him staggering back.

"Don't you ever talk to my sister like that again.", she hissed at him. "Now get the fuck out of this house or you'll learn what it's like to have Mike break you."

Joseph stumbled backward toward the patio, where Henry was already waiting for him. He grabbed the boy roughly by the back of the neck and pulled him along. "I better drive you home," he growled.

(Y/n) went to Emilia and Fatima and took care of damage control.

Henry, meanwhile, pulled Jospeh with him and shoved him into his car.

"Get in! Buckle up!"

Jospeh reluctantly obeyed him.

Henry started the engine and drove off. "If I ever see you treat my daughter like that again, you'll meet my brother. Royal Marines. Think about it."

Joseph looked at him angrily. "Do you want to threaten me?"

"Yes I am. Because we're going to your mother's house right now, and she's welcome to find out how her little sunshine is doing." The boy got smaller. Figures. Henry rolled his eyes. "Now shut up."

He dropped Joseph off at his parents' house, calmly told his mother that there had been an altercation and that her son's image of women could be set straight, and drove back home.

The party had broken up. Forgotten mugs still stood in the garden and rapidly changing lights shone from the living room.

Henry peeked around the corner and saw everyone spread out together in the living room watching 'The little mermaide'. 

Emilia loved Disney movies more than anything. Since no one really knew how she grew up, they just assumed she was making up for a little childhood with it.

Henry quietly disappeared into the kitchen and retrieved his secret weapon.

When he returned, he leaned over to Emilia and held out a cup of hot white chocolate. Filled with colorful marshmallows. "Here. Helps with heartache."

Her eyes sparkled slightly with tears. "Thanks," she whispered, moving a little to the side.

Henry somehow squeezed in next to her and held her close.

(Y/n) smiled gently at him from across the room.

Henry was sitting in the kitchen drinking his coffee when he heard a car come to a stop in front of the house.

He looked out the window and saw Jason's car.

Not a minute later, the boy was standing in front of Henry, looking at him frantically. He held up a pile of sheets. "Taxes." was all he said.

Henry looked uncertainly at the pile.

"Um."

"How do you do your taxes?" asked Jason, exasperated. "I've got side jobs and income from YouTube. But if I do the math, I get 4,000 pounds back and that can't be right!"

"You know..."

"Henry help me!"

"I've got an accountant! No one knows how to do this!" blurted out Henry.

Jason stared at him. "How much does an accountant cost?"

Henry's face turned pitiful. Jason understood and slumped. "Is (y/n) there?"

"Coming in an hour."

"Whiskey?"

"It's eleven in the morning."

"It's taxes! Help me or give me the whiskey!"

Henry immediately reached for the bottle and handed it to the boy.

"How much do you actually make from YouTube?"

Jason waved it off and took a big swig from the bottle.

"Do you have a minute?"

Henry turned to the little thirteen yearold boy who was looking at him with his dark puppy eyes.

"Sure Kamon, what's up?"

Henry signaled to Kal that it was time to take a break from playing, to which the furry mountain just puffed and threw himself into the shadows.

"So... What do... Girls... How does someone ask for a... date?"

Henry looked at the boy's face, who looked as if he would like to disappear into the ground.

Henry smiled gently and sat down on the steps of the terrace. He motioned Kamon to join him. Henry threw Kal's ball without much force and started to speak. "Well the difficult thing is that every girl is different," he smiled. "Everyone's going to like something different."

Kamon looked to Kal, who put the ball down in front of them. The boy grabbed it and it was now in his turn to throw the ball. 

"How do I know what to do?" he sighed.

"You should be yourself."

Kamon slumped his shoulders. "Then it'll never work.", he grunted.

Henry slapped him encouragingly on the shoulder. "Oh, nonsense. Even Mike found someone.", he winked at Kamon.

"But Mike is-" he interrupted himself.

"Mike is what?"

Kamon wrestled with himself. "Mike is popular. And... He's big and strong and I'm-" he raised his arms powerlessly. "I'm just like that."

Henry sighed. "Kamon you're thirteen. There are boys who grow until they're seventeen. You've still got time. And as for muscles. Not everyone is into that either." He grinned. "(Y/n) likes it more when her partner is slimmer. She picked me anyway."

Kamon continued to throw the ball listlessly. "What if I make a complete ass of myself?"

"It's okay to be scared. They're women. They can be very intimidating. Who are we talking about, anyway?"

Kamon faltered. "Um-"

"Come on." grinned Henry, giving him a buddy-buddy punch.

Kamon dropped his chin to his knees and looked out into the garden. "Alex." he said so quickly that Henry almost didn't understand.

"Alex?" He considered. "So what?"

"Alex... Smith." he mumbled very quietly into his knees.

Alex Smith... Smith... Henry's eyes grew wide. Oh. Alex Smith. The little soccer player from his class. The boy Alex Smith.

He saw tears forming in Kamon's eyes.

"Kamon! No! Don't cry. It's okay!"

"It is?"

"Yes Kamon!"

"You don't mind?"

Henry took him in his arms. "Of course not."

He stroked his back. "We all love you. No matter who you bring home."

Kamon sniffled into his shoulder. "How do you tell (y/n) something like that?" he asked into his T-shirt.

Henry smiled. "Well one would take me with them and then you make (y/n) a really big cup of coffee and then.... you just tell her. Because (y/n) loves you all." He grinned. "And since you are the least amount of chaos, you are her little secret favorite." He winked at Kamon. The latter smiled at Henry out of teary eyes.

"Will you help me?"

"Always. No matter what."

The one with the one night stand (5)

pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Wednesday arrived sooner than expected

Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.

And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.

“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.

“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”

“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you

“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said

“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.

“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen

“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.

“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.

“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”

“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled

“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.

“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore

“Damn hormones”- you chuckled

“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”

“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her

“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand

“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.

“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.

“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”

“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled

“Where is he now?”

“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty

“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.

A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.

“Hey”- he said

“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.

“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression

“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked

“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.

“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning

“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked

“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said

“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.

“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.

“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered

You weren’t smiling anymore.

It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).

Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.

Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.

Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Taglist: @coldmuffinpartycloud @stephartrave @regalbadass @lharrietg @helenaellie @vivien-1211 @sassy-pelican @marantha @cavillsim @blueberrychanel @maan24 @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @persony-pepper

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo

Permanent taglist: @jwspiter

Masterlist

The one with the one night stand (5)

pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Wednesday arrived sooner than expected

Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.

And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.

“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.

“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”

“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you

“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said

“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.

“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen

“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.

“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.

“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”

“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled

“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.

“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore

“Damn hormones”- you chuckled

“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”

“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her

“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand

“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.

“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.

“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”

“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled

“Where is he now?”

“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty

“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.

A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.

“Hey”- he said

“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.

“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression

“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked

“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.

“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning

“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked

“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said

“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.

“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.

“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered

You weren’t smiling anymore.

It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).

Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.

Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.

Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Taglist: @coldmuffinpartycloud @stephartrave @regalbadass @lharrietg @helenaellie @vivien-1211 @sassy-pelican @marantha @cavillsim @blueberrychanel @maan24 @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @persony-pepper

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo

Permanent taglist: @jwspiter

The one with the misunderstanding

Summery: No one ever believes you when you tell them your boyfriend’s look wasn’t the first thing you noticed and loved about him

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

“Please guys let’s welcome the best-selling author Y/n Y/l/n”- Jimmy said to the audience

You entered while smiling and waving around even if you were a little bit nervous but you were trying not to show it… “fake it till you make it”, right?

“Hi, thank you for having me over”- you said to Jimmy once you had sat down.

“Thank you for being here. I’m pretty sure it’s not necessary”- said Jimmy while looking at the audience - “but if there is someone among you that doesn’t know her, Y/n is the author of some of the most popular books right now”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true”- you said embarrassed. You had never been able to take a compliment

“I’m pretty sure it is”- he replied laughing- “Your last book has been on the top three most selling books for five months. And I also hear a series of movies are going to be based on your books. Is that true?”

“Yes, yes it is. I’m really happy about it and very surprised too”

“Ok but before we talk more about your book, I really need to ask you about your last Instagram post”- he said and you started laughing because you already knew where this was going - “so you posted a photo of your fiancé, Henry Cavill, congratulation on your engagement by the way”

“Thank you”- you smiled like you did anytime Henry was brought up

“So in this photo there was an half naked Henry Cavill doing a pull up, it’s a pull up right?”- he asked while showing a print of your post

“Yep”- you said while the audience screamed

“What I want to asked you, it’s not about the shot itself, even if I’m sure your followers were very happy about it, but it’s about the caption. You wrote ‘people don’t believe me when I tell them the very first thing that I noticed about Henry was not his look’. “

“Yep, that’s very true, no one believes me, do you Jimmy?”- you smirked

“I must say I have some trouble believing it myself. So why don’t you explain it to me”

“It’s a little bit of a long story, are you sure you wanna hear it?”- you playfully said

“We can stay here all night”- he said and you laughed

“Ok ok… Let’s start saying I’m very aware how much of a good looking man my fiancé is, I’m not blind. I know I’m dating the hottest man alive. But I swear that’s not the first thing I noticed… So Henry and I, we have a common friend, Emily it’s her name, and we actually met through her. She was having a party and we were both there. Henry was talking with a friend of his and I asked Emily if he was single and she gave me his number”- you said

“This doesn’t actually prove your point”- Jimmy smiled

“Wait for it. So I texted him after the party, you know to ask him if he wanted to grab a coffee or something, but he had to travel for work, I think they were starting shooting the first season of the Witcher. So we decided to talk through texts to know each other. A couple of months after the party, we were finally able to go on a date and let’s say it was a little bit awkward”

“Why?”- asked Jimmy totally captured by your story

- 4 years before -

True be told you were feeling a little bit out of place at Emily’s party, you weren’t even sure why she invited you since you didn’t know anyone but her.

She was having a party with her actors friends so you weren’t sure why you were there but you had never been able to tell her no.

“So are you having fun”- asked you Emily while side hugging you

“Kinda. Tell me again why I’m here since it’s clearly not my circle of friends?”

“Because since you’re becoming a very famous book-writer, you have to start knowing more influent people”- she said. You rolled your eyes, she almost had more faith in you than your own parents, for sure more than you had in yourself- “Beside you’re my friend and I’d like for you to meet some of my other friends. Don’t be antisocial”- she added

“I’m here, aren’t I. I was just confuse so I asked”

“So did you see someone interesting?”- she smirked

“I thought I was here to meet your friends, not to find someone to date”- true be told you had noticed someone, he was a very good looking man that had smiled and smirked at you more than once while talking with whom you assumed was a friend.

“I mean you can do both”- she shrugged before squinting her eyes at you -“wait… I know that look, you noticed someone, didn’t you?”

“Maybe”- you smiled

“Yes”- she fist pumped up in the air- “I always wanted to be your Cupid, so you will have to thank me at your wedding”

You laughed- “I don’t even know his name, if I’m actually interested and if he is interested in me, and you’re already thinking about the wedding?”

“Of course, so who is he?”

You pointed out the guy to her, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Well you have really good taste my dear, don’t you? Do you want me to give you his number? His name is Henry by the way”

“Do you think he could be interested? I mean I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself”- you weren’t used to make the first move with men, mostly because you could be really shy at times

“Come on. Be an empowered woman who takes what she wants. So let me ask you again, do you want Henry’s number?”

“Ok”

You had gone home that night still not sure about what to do, but maybe because you had Emily’s voice in your head telling you to get over yourself , you sent a text

To Henry: Hi I’m Y/n, I’m a friend of Emily. She gave me your number, so I hope it’s ok. I would really like to grab a coffee with you sometime, if you’d like to.

You went to bed that night with a little bit of anxiety but you were happy you sent that message in the end. You didn’t have to see him again if he said no, or worse if he didn’t even replied to you.

You woke up the next morning well rested and particularly happy without a reason, and while having breakfast you looked at your phone: there was a text from Henry.

From Henry: Emily told me she gave you my number, so no problem at all. I’m glad you text me but I’m leaving today for work. Could I take a rain check?

It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but it wasn’t a straight no either.

What you hadn’t expected was how easy and fun would have been texting with Henry from that day. You hadn’t stopped talking to each other, you texted every day even only to know how the other’s day had gone. It was refreshing being able to talk with someone without any anxiety.

Beside you two had a lot of things in common: for starters you both loved animals, he even had promised to come horse riding with you as soon as he came back home; you both were a little bit of nerds, sure you were more of a book nerd and not really into video games, and even if Henry liked reading fantasy, he was more into video games and staff, but once knowing he liked playing the Witcher, and that he had actually been chosen to play Geralt on a show for Netflix, you had decided to read the books and that had become another common point.

Both of you were very work oriented: Henry had soon learned that when you were in the zone and you were writing, you would never pick up your phone, not even if there was a very nice looking guy waiting to hear your voice.

So, in the end, you were happy Henry hadn’t been able to go out the day after the party, because you had had the time to actually know him and you knew that there wouldn’t be any awkwardness during your first date because you had been talking for two months, so you were really comfortable with each other.

Talking about your first date: Henry was finally home so that meant that tonight you were going out for dinner. You had spent all afternoon getting ready: you wanted it to be a perfect date.

Once you arrived at the restaurant you started to feel a little bit of anxiety, you really wanted this to go well. So you took a deep breath and went inside the restaurant.

You were saying thank you to the waiter that had showed you to your table when you heard- “hi”

“Hi”- you were a little bit confused

“I’m really happy to meet you” - said the man while giving you a blinding smile.

“I’m sorry, who are you?”- you asked more confused every second

“I’m Henry”- he was still smiling pretty much unaware of your internal turmoil

“What? No you are not.”

“I’m pretty sure I am. I don’t think I’ve changed that much since the party”- he joked.

And that’s when you finally put the pieces together: he wasn’t the guy you had noticed at the party and you were sure about that, because that guy had been a blondie and like the half of Henry size-wise. Emily hadn’t given you the number of blondie, but the number of blondie’s friend, and now you didn’t know how to tell him.

“I think there is been a misunderstanding, I’m… Emily she… I think she didn’t understand who…”- damn it, you were bubbling because there was a beautiful guy looking at you like you were breaking his heart.

“It wasn’t my number you wanted, was it?”- he asked, he was still smiling but his smile had lost all his warmth

“I’m so sorry, I…” - damn it, you were feeling like a jerk.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for, it was just a misunderstanding”- he was so nice.

Probably because there was someone out there who really hated you, the waiter decided that was the best moment to come to your table.

“So are you ready to order?”- he said smiling, oblivious to the unease you and Henry were experiencing.

You looked at Henry again, unsure of what to do: he wasn’t the guy you had noticed at the party but he was the guy you had spent the last two months talking, the guy who could make you laugh even trough texts and if you were totally honest he was even more good looking than the blonde guy you thought you were talking too.

Henry was the guy you had been falling in love with in the last couple of months.

“No we still need a couple of minutes to decide, but we could start with some wine?”- you said to the waiter before looking at Henry -“if it’s ok with you?”- you asked full of hope.

“It’s perfect”- he was smiling again and so were you

-Present day-

“So let me get this straight: you didn’t want to go out with Henry but with his friend?”- Jimmy was laughing

“Yep, I didn’t actually see Henry that night at the party because he had his back to me while he was talking with his friend.”- you shrugged- “so like I said Henry’s look wasn’t the first thing I loved about him”

“Well, I believe you now. And does Henry still talk with this guy you wanted to date?”- he asked smirking

“Let’s just say I haven’t seen him again, and I have met all of Henry’s friends”- everyone was laughing -“true be told, they weren’t that close”

“Bet that was the last straw. Stay with us because we’re gonna be back with Y/n to talk more about her new book.”

You went back to your hotel room, you were so tired and couldn’t wait to cuddle with your favorite boys.

You heard Kal as soon as you were outside the room, so once you opened he jumped at you to give you some kisses.

“Hi bear”- you caressed Kal behind the ears

“So I saw the interview”- said the voice you had fallen in love for long ago

“And?”- you asked while ha hugged you and kissed your lips lightly

“I still can’t believe I almost lost you to Lucas. We really have to thank Emily at the wedding”

Henry slowly put his hands on your ass before he swept you of your feet to take you to the bed.

“I can’t believe you still get jealous of Lucas. You’re the only one for me”- you caressed his cheek while he trapped you under him on the bed.

“I’ll make sure that never change”- his eyes were full of mischief and you knew it would be long before you would be able to sleep, but you didn’t care, suddenly you weren’t feeling tired anymore.

So… as always English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️so please let me know what you think.

P.s. (for who is patiently waiting for me to update “Then I met you” and “The one with the one night stand”): I’ve a 911 one shot almost finished (I have to write the end), so I’m gonna focus on that and I’ll start focusing on my WIP after that I promise.

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The one with “Spill your Guts”

Summery: Henry is a guest on The Late Late Show with James Corden and let something slipped out

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Henry was actually rethinking the whole thing: everything smelled awful and he couldn’t help but gag. It was going to be a long night.

James Corden, sat in front of him, and was already laughing

“Welcome back everyone, I’m James Corden and I’m here with Henry Cavill and we are going to play one of our favorite games “Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts”. Are you ready Henry”- James asked

“I really really am not. I’m thinking about running away”- he laughed

“It’s too late for that; but let’s get back to our game. So here is how it works I will ask a question, you can either choose to answer the question or eat the food I pick. Let’s have a look at the food here: hot sauce, salmon ice cream, we’ve got cow tongue, a thousand years old egg, pig blood curd and our old time favorite the bull penis”- James said laughing - “so do you wanna start, or should I ask first?”

“I can start, so I have to decide what to give you right?”- Henry asked - “ok, let’s see I’d like to give you the cow’s tongue.”- he took the card with the questions and slightly smiled -“oh man, this gonna be a tough one to answer to”

“Really”- Corden asked

“James which product that you’ve been paid heavily to endorse do you not use?”

The question was soon followed by the public clapping their hands, it was clear they couldn’t wait for the answer

“I told you it was gonna be a tough one”- Henry said -“ ok chase bank, curry coffe or Apple Music”

James took a deep breath

“Ok chase bank, curry coffe and Apple Music which of those products I don’t use”- he repeated while thinking. It was clear he was having trouble choosing what to do - “ok… well…”- he added while taking the cow’s tongue -“ I think I’m gonna… Yep”- he took a huge bite of the tongue

“Oh my god”- Henry was astonished- “it must taste awful”

“It sure does”- James laughed -“it’s your turn bud, I’m gonna give you the hot sauce. I’m being nice here as you can see. So the question is”- he started laughing -“to the nearest million how much do you make a year”

Everyone in the audience started laughing along with Corden

“Well… cheers”- said Henry before drinking the hot sauce. His eyes were nearly watering… -“it’s good, I’m probably going to have hiccups so don’t mind me. I’m choosing again right… I’m gonna go with some pig blood curd, it looks delicious doesn’t it”- Henry asked the audience laughing once he saw James gagging already

“I wanna remember you it’s gonna be your turn again next…”

“Ok ok the question. Peter rabbit, emoji movie, trolls rank them from worst to best”

“I feel so bad though, because I like all the people that worked on those films but I can’t eat that”- James said after smelling the curd once again

“If you pinch your nose it’ll go down easier I think”- Henry laughed

“Come on. Ok I’m gonna answer it, there is no way I’m gonna eat that. I’ll rank them best to worst, so number one Peter Rabbit, number two trolls, number three emojii movie. There done it”- James answered earning the cheering of the audience -“ Now it’s your turn again Cavill are you ready?”

“Not at all”

“Ok so I’m gonna give you the salmon ice cream and here’s the question: who is the celebrity that has your number that you wish didn’t”- James read the card

“Oh my god this is a terrible game”- Henry laughed -“whose idea was it… I mean after what you put me through today, probably you… I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. well I’m not totally kidding”

James couldn’t stop laughing

“I bet you’re regretting answering my call and accepting my invite, aren’t you”- Corden asked

“I totally am, I don’t know if I’ll ever pick up the phone again”- Henry asked - “Is my answer valid or should I eat the ice cream?”- he asked the audience

EAT, EAT, EAT

Screamed the audience and Henry groaned before taking a spoon and eating a chunk of ice cream

“It tastes awful if you were wondering”- Henry said to the audience - “ok let’s see I’m gonna give you the one thousand years old egg because that smells really awful and I don’t wanna be the one eating it. So James name two of the cameraman that are here right now”

James tried to look around before eating the egg without saying anything

“Good?”- asked Henry

“Tasty”- jokes James -“so now I’m gonna give you some bull penis”

“Well thank you, I haven’t had some penises in a while”- Henry chuckled

“If you had to choose between Gal Gadot and Anya Chalotra, who would you date?”- James asked

“Oh my god”- Henry closed his eyes trying to figure out how to get out of that one

“Well they are both your costar and they’re both beautiful women”

“You’re putting me in a tough spot James, if I answer this question my wife will never let me live it down”- Henry groaned

“Wait what… wife?”- James asked evidently excited about Henry’s word

Silence filled the studio, it was clear everyone was astonished by what just came out. No one wanted to miss not even a word

“Oh damn I wasn’t supposed to say that”

“So let’s put aside the game because you know it’s my show and I can do whatever I want. Henry are you married”- James was confused. He always tried to be informed about his guests and he would have guaranteed Henry wasn’t even in a relationship until a minute ago

“Oh my god, I’m so gonna sleep on the couch tonight. Can’t I just eat the bull penises, it seems more appealing than answering your question right now”- Henry didn’t know how to get out of this one. He knew you would only pretend to be mad about his slipped out but he should have been more careful. You weren’t hiding per se, you were just careful because you knew that every time people knew about his relationships they would always have something to say about them. He just wanted to protect you and you both wanted to protect your privacy and your relationship.

Anyway dwelling on it wasn’t going to help, he had to decide how to answer now.

“Ok ok. Forgive me love”- Henry said looking at the camera before turning towards James Corden once again -“If someone didn’t hear me a couple of minutes before, yes I’m married”

“There are so many questions… can we know with whom, how did you two met, how long have you been married? In other words tell us everything you can”- James said and Henry couldn’t help but chuckled at the man enthusiasm

“Well her name is Y/n, we met on the set of The Tudors actually, she played my mistress in the last season. We lost contact for a while but we met again four years ago and we have been together ever since. We got married last year”- Henry smiled like he always did when he talked about you.

“Well you have heard here first… but Henry you have to eat the bull penis now”- James laughed -“I’m joking I’m joking”- he stopped Henry who had taken the cup ready to eat-“Henry thank you for coming here and for the scoop really”

You were at home on the couch looking your husband outing your relationship on tv.

“Well Kal, look what your dad did… what do you say should we forgive him?”- you asked the pup. He barked, always ready to defend his human

“Ok ok I’ll forgive him, but I’ll make him work for it”- you smiled already planning Henry’s road to forgiveness.

I have a thing for writing about talk show if you hadn’t noticed

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… COMING TOMORROW…

The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 1)

Summery: You are a true lover of Advent Calendars

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: 18+ only, please don’t read this if you are a minor, poorly written SMUT

You were sitting on the couch patiently waiting for your boyfriend… well it wasn’t true: your patience was running short, you couldn’t stop shaking your leg trying to find a way to keep your mind busy. It wasn’t that you were nervous, you were actually giddy: you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

You weren’t even sure how it came to your attention, you weren’t actually looking for it but while being on the internet carelessly scrolling through page and page of nothing you had seen it and bought it without even thinking about it. And now you couldn’t wait to open it with your boyfriend who was currently taking the longest shower ever.

You groaned totally over with it, you were going to give Henry five more minutes and then you were going to scream murder. He was probably going to make you pay for scaring the hell out of him, but he was going to forgive you in the end, like he always did.

You took a deep breath ready to scream when you heard the shower going off… “Thank god” you huffed. Your boyfriend was a very beautiful man and you loved his cute curly hair but you were going to shave him sooner or later if he didn’t start getting faster at taking his shower… you needed his attention. Now! You laughed at yourself knowing that you would never cut Henry’s hair… you considered it a crime. You didn’t speak to him for a whole day when he did it himself.

“Baby did I hear the doorbell?”- Henry asked as soon as he got out of the bathroom. He was still wearing nothing but a towel on his waist , his hair were still wet and all you could think about was licking the drops of water that was gently running through his chest hairs. You looked at his hair still damped but perfect like always and you agreed with yourself that you could never shave his head. Henry’s hair should be declared patrimony of the world.

“What”- you hadn’t heard a word of what he asked you

“Was there someone at the door? I thought I heard the doorbell while I was in the shower”- he smirked aware of your eyes on him.

“Oh yeah… there was a delivery”- you shrugged unsure if you were ready to share with him what you had bought. You had been giddy until a minute before but now you were starting to panicking a little: he would never judge you but still…

“I didn’t know there was a delivery planned”

“I bought something”- he was looking at you ready to hear more. It wasn’t like you had to tell him, but you were always so happy to show him your purchases -“It’s an Advent Calendar”

He gently rolled his eyes, he really didn’t get your fixation with them, you bought one every year and you were always so thrilled… but you outdid yourself this year

“Didn’t you already buy three of them?”- you had actually bought three calendars but, in your defense, they were very different from one another: one was only make up, the other one was a skincare calendar and the last one had chocolates in it.

“You’re gonna like this one Hennybear”- you smiled at him -“do you wanna share it with me”- you flashed at him your puppy eyes

“Don’t even think about it. I let you put make up on me once already; it’s not gonna happen again baby. I’m sorry”- he shrugged at you. Henry didn’t like saying no to you, but he had to put his feet down sometimes.

You still remembered that day: you were so annoyed during the lockdown, apart from sexy time with Henry, playing with Kal and cooking, there wasn’t much left to do especially when Henry was so taken by his game he almost forgot about you. He had been gaming all day, only saying two words to you during the whole day, so you had started pouting. You had gone to Henry with your pout on and he had been putty in your hands: you had known as soon as he had looked at your big eyes you could have asked him anything and you did. Beside he could whine all he wanted, you knew he had had as much fun as you did that night. And if you had learned something from that night was that your man looked absolutely stunning with a gold highlighter on.

“We both know I could make you do it again, beside…”- you smirked at him while taking the box behind you.

Henry was always astonished at how you could go from sweet little shy girl to vicious minx in merely a second.

“Are you really sure you don’t want to open this one with me”- you asked once again, lightly shaking the calendar.

You saw Henry carefully looking at what you were holding, still doubtful at least until he actually read what was written on the calendar “Naughty &Nice”

He gulped, you always knew how to throw a curve ball at him

“Fuck baby, where did you find it?”

“It wasn’t that difficult. Shall we open the first box?”- you hadn’t even finished talking that he was already opening it. You laughed at his eagerness, he was such a dork. - “Shouldn’t you put some pants on first”- you couldn’t help but make fun of him.

“I’m not gonna need any pants if this goes how I’m hoping it will”- he smirked at you while removing the cellophane. - “So can I have to honors”- he rubbed his hands together

“Sure”- you couldn’t have taken this away from him even you had wanted to

Henry opened the box with the number 1 on it and took what was in it, he didn’t even give you the time to see it that he was already smirking at you while caging you in his arm

“We’re gonna have fun”- he said while caressing your butt with one hand, while the other one hold the mysterious object behind his back

“What is it”- you asked once it was clear he wasn’t going to show it to you

“It’s a surprise”

“Oh come on”- you said- “ come on tell me, I was the one who bought it, this is so unfair”- you huffed at him.

“Take off your clothes, get on the bed and wait for me there with your eyes closed”- you looked at him like he betrayed you, but you knew he wasn’t going to budge on this one. He always liked to take control when your pleasure was involved.

“Fine”- you huffed in the end -“but you better make it worth it”- you screamed from the stares that went to your bedroom floor

“When don’t I”-he screamed at your back

You had been waiting for a couple of minutes when you heard him entering the bedroom, it was clear he was as eager as you because usually he made you wait a lot longer . Apparently he was feeling kind today

You heard him moving around the bedroom but you weren’t sure if he was teasing you, trying to make you open your eyes or if he was actually looking for something. You waited with your eyes closed like he asked anyway, knowing it was going to be worth it

You felt the bed bent a little under Henry’s weight and you could suddenly feel his presence over you. He bit your lips, while gently caressing your thigh with his fingers and you couldn’t help but moan, you loved when he used his fingers on you in any way… wait… those weren’t his fingers

You hadn’t had enough time to actually processed that thought that you heard a buzzing; you were about to ask Henry about it when you felt something vibrate against your clit.

And suddenly you remember the mysterious object of the advent calendar; you wanted to say something… anything, but all you could think about was the feeling of the vibrator against your clit. Henry was feeling merciless it seemed, since he wasn’t giving you even a second to catch your breath, he just kept stimulating you again and again and again.

“Baby”- you tried calling for him. He wasn’t talking and you mentally cursed him… what a bastard , he knew you needed to see him or hear him to come and not only did he tell you to wait for him with your eyes closed, but he also wasn’t talking to you.

You could only feel him lightly against your body: his hairy legs against your smooth one, his breath on your forehead, his hard cock softly rubbing against your hip. But you needed more: you were almost there but you needed more of him.

You opened your eyes and as soon as your eyes met his ocean ones with that splash of brown you came.

“Fuck”- you tried to say -“You’re so mean, why weren’t you talking to me? You know I need you to come”

He still chose not to answer you.

He positioned himself over you and he entered you in a slow motion. You wanted to say something but you were overwhelmed. You had just come and you were feeling on the edge already again just by being full of him. He trusted in and out of you, and you took your hands from the sheets to tag on his curls. He kept trusting and trusting still not talking to you, he only groaned and trusted again and again. You moaned louder as he fucked faster and faster, you were right there once again. You clenched around him and tagged harder on his curls

“Fuck love”- he finally said and if you were more coherent you would be smirking at him victorious right now.

“Come baby, come”- you said… well you asked him and with a last trust he did

Once he made sure you had come once again too, he lied down next to you while trying to catch his breath.

“So are you going to say I’m right now?”- you jokingly asked him while caressing his pecs

“About what?”- he was caressing your naked back sending shivers all over your body.

“About Advent calendars”

“You’re always right love”- you smirked at his answer

“Good boy”- you couldn’t help but gasp when he took you by your waist to tickle you

You couldn’t wait to know what was going to be in the second box of the advent calendar

I would like to be able to post a one shot every day for this one, but let’s be honest I’m not gonna be able to. Beside I’m not that good at writing smut as you can see form this post

But I’ll try at least to update what could be in each box every day.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️

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The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 2)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warning: 18+ only, please don’t read this if you’re a minor. Poorly written smut

You woke up with the smell of coffee and you smiled because it was your favorite way of waking up, well beside your boyfriend kissing you that’s it.

You looked at the clock on your phone and groaned: 7a.m. How could he possibly be up so early even today? It had been two exhausting days between the premier of the second season of the Witcher and your work schedule. And yet he was up already. You would have bet your house (well it was Henry’s technically but it still counted) that he had even found the time and the motivation to work out.

You stood up groaning: there was no point in trying to go back to sleep without Henry. You went quickly to the bathroom before joining your boyfriend in the kitchen.

Henry was at the stove cooking, he had showered and changed already and you asked yourself how come you didn’t wake up sooner. Kal was setting beside the counter so you patted him gently on the head before moving forward

“Hmmm”- you groaned at your boyfriend while hugging him from behind. You caressed his muscles, your boyfriend was huge and you loved it. Henry caressed your hands on his hips

“Good morning love”- he was cooking his protein pancakes, which you hated but ate anyway. What you wouldn’t do for this man..

“Coffee”- you mumbled. And a coffee filled cup appeared next to you - “Magic”- you sighed while taking the mug.

Henry laughed at your ridiculous behavior; he was used to it by now but it still made him laugh.

“Sometimes I think you love coffee more than me”- he smirked

“Good coffee…”

“Aren’t I good too since I made it for you?”- he raised his brows at you

“Good Henry… good coffe”

He boomed in a loud laugh - “you don’t even know how much I miss this when I’m not with you in the mornings.”

“How long have you been up? I thought we were going to take it easy today”- you looked at him while still drinking your coffee.

“I woke up at 5 am more or less, worked out a little bit”

You glared at him. Your man really needed to be forced into taking some rest sometimes otherwise he would burn out. And this time you knew exactly how to.

You waited until both of you had done with your breakfast before planting the bait

“Well I’m gonna open today’s box of my advent calendars”- you said with nonchalant while leaving the kitchen. You heard him drop whatever he still got in his hands before running past you

“Oh my god, we’re hopening it together today otherwise you’re not getting any. Do you hear me mister?” - you rolled your eyes and went after him. You found Henry with the box in his hands waiting for you

“Can I open it now?”- he was trying to sound patience and not succeeding… not even a little bit.

He waited for your nod before opening it and once he did you both smirked

“Don’t you have that gaming tournament or something like that today?”- you took the surprise from his hands

“Well that’s a bit out of the blue, but yes why?”

“At what time?”- you asked

“Aren’t you going to tell me why first?”- you raised your eyebrows silently telling him that it was you who wasn’t going to budge today -“Fine… it starts in an hour”

“Good. I’m gonna take a shower”

“Wait, Y/n you still haven’t told me why”- it always astonished you how cute he sounded when he whined. He could be such a huge big baby sometimes.

You kissed him softly on the corner of his lip and turned around to go to te bathroom when you felt a gentle slap on your butt

“What?”- asked Henry innocently when you looked at him

You took your time in the shower, washed and dried your hair, put a face mask on and relaxed a little bit.

Only when you heard Henry going to his gaming room you started to get ready: you put his favorite piece of lingerie on, chose a bright red lipstick to adorn your lips with and went out of the bedroom.

Before going to Henry though, you made sure Kal was sleeping on his doggy-bed in the leaving room. The last thing you wanted was for Kal to follow you to the gaming room, so you tried to be as sneaky as you could. Not only not to wake up Kal, but also so that Henry could be as much surprised as possible.

The gaming room’s door was ajar, you tried to listen through the door to make sure Henry was already playing and focused on the game. When you heard him slight cursed you knew you were golden.

You entered the room glad Henry wasn’t playing while connected with others. Your boyfriend hadn’t noticed you yet, so you closed the door not as gently as you usually did when he was playing and you didn’t want to make him loose his focus

“Damn love you scared… FUCK”- Henry said while looking towards the door. He was speechless: you were the most beautiful woman even when you hadn’t slept in days. But now, looking at you, he knew you were totally aware of what was going to be his reaction as soon as he would’ve landed his eyes on you. He got immediately hard just by looking at you: your plump red lips that you were slightly biting, your beautiful eyes that were sparkling with mischief, not to mention your breast that seemed almost to pop out of your lingerie. Henry couldn’t see your ass, because you were facing him, but he was sure it looked amazing too

“Do you mind if I play too!”- you asked while playing with the cock ring you two had found in the advent calendar merely an hour before. Henry wasn’t even going to answer you, he started to exit the game but you stopped him

“No no, keep playing”- you put yourself between his legs and made yourself comfortable on your knees. Henry was looking at you from above -“come on Hennybear go back to play, I got you”- you smirked at him and made a sign to him to slightly lift his ass so you could lower his shorts.

“I’m not gonna start if you don’t go back to play your game”- he groaned at you but took back his joystick and started playing again

You waited a little bit, only caressing his thighs, you knew Henry was still looking at you with the corner of his eyes.

Once you were sure Henry was at least partially focused on the game, you rested your check on his thigh and looked at his cock. He was already hard but you decided to stroke him a little bit anyway.

As soon as your hand touched his member Henry groaned but kept on playing anyway; you gave him a couple of stroke and as soon as he started leaking you knew he was ready. You touched the tip with your finger collecting some of the pre-cum that was there and licked it.

Henry looked at you as soon as you moaned but a glare from you was enough to make him look back at the screen

You explore his cock with your tongue all along its length from the base to the tip a couple of times and when you were sure he was wet enough you positioned the cock ring

Henry hissed but said nothing more, trying to stay focused on the screen in front of him at least until he felt your hot mouth around him. He stopped to look at you and enjoy the moment: you were beautiful on your knees between his thighs, your lips stretched around him. He took your hair between his fingers but as soon as he did so, you looked at him and stopped

“You stop playing, I stop playing”- you said and he huffed but did as you said.

You weren’t sure if he was actually playing or just pretending but you didn’t really care, you had had his cock in your mouth for just a couple of minutes and you were already wet. You took his cock in your mouth once again, deepthroating him as much as you could and then you stood there for a while just enjoying the weight of him on your tongue.

Henry could barely breathe, the feeling of your mouth around him and the constriction of the ring at the base of his cock was driving him crazy. He felt your hand gently playing with his balls while your mouth kept going up and down his shaft. He felt you moaned around him, you always liked blowing him but one look at you and he knew you were playing with yourself.

You rolled your tongue around the head of Henry’s cock and once you were sure he was about to come, you took him out of your mouth so that you could remove the ring. As soon as the ring was off you eagerly took him in your mouth again.

You moved up and down his shaft while using you fingers on your pussy slowly at first, but eventually increasing your speed on both yourself and him.

You heard Henry moaning lauder and lauder until was coming in your mouth.

You kept him in your mouth a little bit longer until he went soft, and with a last kiss on the tip you let him out of your mouth.

“So did you win?”- you smirked at your boyfriend who was still too caught in his own orgasm to answer you.

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The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 3)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, please don’t read if you’re a minor. Poorly written smut

You watched Henry on tv, he was dashing as always. Kal, always the loyal pup, was crouching next to his feet. Kal was such a good dog and you couldn’t be happier than he was with his dad. Henry had a lot of interviews planned to promote the second season of the Witcher and sadly you hadn’t been able to go with him, so you felt better knowing he had Kal at least.

Henry and Kal had left the night before and you couldn’t wait for them to come back already. As thoughtful as always, your boyfriend had scheduled all the interviews in two days so that he could be back as soon as possible.

You laughed at the idea of Kal as 007, the bear had a lot of qualities but blending in wasn’t one.

“Do you still have your Superman costume”- the interviewer was asking Henry and you smiled a little bit. You loved that costume, it hugged your man so tight you could see every and each one of his muscle and not only that… your man was endowed, ok? And it showed with that costume

“I do still have the outfit, it’s been so long since I’ve put the suit on, professionally…”- Henry was answering but your mind went at the day before

YESTERDAY MORNING

You were tied up on the bed and you were scared: you weren’t even sure why you had been taken, they wanted you to reveal his identity but you had seen him once you had no idea who he actually was.

You were shivering, they had only left you in your underwear, tied you to the bed and left you alone as soon as it was clear you knew nothing. You could merely move, the only thing you could do was scream. You had been screaming for a while now, your throat was hurting but you couldn’t stop. Could anyone even hear you?

You heard rumors outside the room you were in. What were you supposed to do? Ask for help? But what if it was the kidnappers. And what if you didn’t make yourself known and ended up losing the chance to get rescued? You decided to take a leap of faith and took a deep breath before screaming once again

“HELP! I’M HERE, please help me”- you heard the door opening and suddenly he was there. As soon as your eyes landed on him you felt safe, you knew that as long he was here nothing was going to happen to you.

“It’s ok, you’re safe know”- he softly said and you were so touched by his kindness you almost cried

“Thank you so much”- you just wanted him to know how grateful you were to him, so as soon as he freed one of your hand, you gently touched his cheek- “you just saved my life, can I do something to show you how thankful I am you?”

“You don’t have to madam, it was my pleasure”- he said but his eyes were telling you something else.

“Please, let me say thank you”- you looked from his lips to his eyes -“can I?”- you had barely done talking that his mouth was on yours already.

His kiss was domineering, he devoured your lips as if he was starving

“Such a polite little girl, I’ve always liked good girls”- you were still looking at his lips, the kiss had been too short and all you wanted was his lips back on yours. You were so focused on his mouth you almost didn’t noticed he was tying you up again

“What?”- you were so confused

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you”- he took a step back and took off his suit. If you thought he couldn’t be hotter than with his suit on, you were strongly mistaken. Because he was even better naked, this man was built like a Greek god… wait like a kryptonian god… whatever

“Fuck”

“Do you like what you see baby girl”- He was on you in a second, he tore off your underwear and, if you hadn’t been busy looking at his strong thighs next to yours, you would have seen him eating you up with his eyes

He gathered your wetness with his fingers; you were almost ashamed his mere presence was enough to make you wet but you were so horny you didn’t care.

“Please fuck me”- you wanted to be a good girl and wait for him, but you were burning with desire and you knew he was the only one that could sated you

“Your wish is my command baby”- he lowered himself and entered you in a slow motion. He brushed your breasts with his fingers before squeezing them.

You couldn’t help but moan, it was almost painful and not enough at the same time. You could tell from how he was licking and biting his lips that he wanted to get your breast in his mouth but he decided otherwise because suddenly he was pushing into you

He drove himself harder and harder into you and all you could do was take anything and everything he was willing to give. You whined with pleasure already at your peak and as soon as he gently bit your neck you came

“Henry” you screamed clenching around him and that brought him over the edge too

He didn’t waste even a second and freed both of you wrists from the constriction. He softly massaged your wrists making sure everything was ok and you gently kissed his shoulder. Once again you ended up asking yourself how you had gotten so lucky.

“Are you ok?”- he asked

“I’m perfect baby, thank you.”- you smiled at him -“so what’s my grade?”

“Hmmm”- he looked at you like you had grown a second head

“For my acting skills, what’s my grade? I found myself quite amazing if I got a say”- he laughed at your question. That’s what you mostly liked about you two: you could go from burning passion to uncontrolled laughing in a second

“You were good, even if you broke character at the end”

“What? I did not”- you were outraged

“You screamed my name when you came love”

“Uhhh… ok then, not changing my career I guess”- you smirked

“You liked being restrained?”- he was looking at your wrists

“I think with can use the cuffs we found in the calendar again, if that’s what you were getting at”- you kissed him on the lips before getting up to go in the shower with Henry right behind you.

I’m the only one that thought about role playing as soon as he heard him saying “it’s been long since I’ve put the suit on PROFESSIONALLY” during the interview? 😂😂

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