henrysawyer

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale‌:

Jolyan turned when he heard the familiar voice and instantly felt embarrassed. Henry was a regular and Head Chef at a very very fancy restaurant. The fact that he even chose him for his bread baffled and flattered Jolyan and now he was here to see him barely opening up on time and with his son on his hip. Even for his quaint, vintage little bakery, he didn’t want people to think badly of him… least of all Henry, who made him smile far too much.

“Oh, Henry, I’m so sorry.” Jolyan apologised, “My babysitter fell through for the day and I— well, I don’t have anyone else to look after him.” Not that he trusted with the most precious thing in his life, anyway. He was embarrassed and it showed in his smile. “The shutters, if you wouldn’t mind?” He asked, as he went to heaving the shutters up on the other side of the shops window. “There we go, sweet pea.” He murmured into Jude’s hair and flicked the sign to ‘open’. “What can I get for you today?” Jolyan asked as he finally turned back to Henry and led him inside his quaint little bakery, “I really am so sorry.” Especially since he’d just helped him open up for the morning.

Henry never knew what to do around babies and he hovered awkwardly, wanting to help but not really knowing what to do. Jolyan was part of the reason why he came to this bakery over the others in the area. While he wanted to help support other local businesses and source good products that he didn’t have time to make himself, he selfishly wanted to see the baker every day. It was often the high point in his day. Now it felt extra stupid considering he had a son and likely a whole family that loved him and he was just swooning like a teenager.

“Please, don’t apologise,” he said quickly. The wiggling kid in his arms seemed to have a life of his own and he wanted to help. “No problem.” He quickly went into action, pulling the shutters own to let the light pour in before he followed him back in towards the counter of the bakery. “I didn’t know you had a kid,” he said, still looking at the happy smiling face of Jolyan’s child. “Sorry, that sounded accusatory. I was just surprised. I was just hoping to get the regular kind of stuff. A few baguettes and some rolls, if you’ve got it of course.”

#c: jolyan #jolyan: bakery #krovs town

[henrysawyer]

There were a few bakeries in the area that Henry could use to purchase bread from for the restaurant. He didn’t even have to get up early and buy it himself. With the late hours he worked, he probably should have done that but he liked getting to visit the place and maybe it had something to do with the owner. Maybe it didn’t. It wasn’t like he could say anything and ruin the business relationship they had. He was a few metres away when he saw the owner standing by the door with a baby on his hip, which was a surprise. But he shouldn’t have been surprised that he had a happy family, something Henry couldn’t really relate too. 

Making his way over, he stopped a few feet away. “Do you need a hand with anything?” he asked, waving to get Jolyan’s attention. “Good morning, sorry I thought you’d be here,” he explained. Maybe it was a bit too early. Honestly, Henry was feeling a little silly and stuck in his own head when Jolyan was struggling. “I’m not great with kids so I wouldn’t suggest handing me him but I could take something else,” he offered.

Chaotic as ever, Jolyan’s morning had consisted of frantically trying to find someone else to look after Jude after his sister had ended up sick. All of his other sisters worked full-time and his reliable babysitting service of his own mum and dad were currently enjoying a trip to the Caribbean for their anniversary. Rhoan had worked late the night before and so Jolyan felt too guilty asking him, again, William’s family lived too far away for spontaneous babysitting however much they tried and Seth would be working at the cafe. That left Heinrich and Jolyan never felt comfortable asking him for anything else.

So that left setting up his travel cot while he got to finishing off decorating some cupcakes for a baby shower that needed delivering. Hopefully he didn’t get a health and safety visit. The shop was closed and Lovell would be here within half an hour of it opening to relieve him slightly. Maybe he’d finally have to face his fears of actually hiring a nanny. He boxed them up then headed round to the front of the store to unlock the door, holding Jude on his hip who was gurgling happily.

@varcolax @henrysawyer @kiaanlucero

#c: jolyan #jolyan: bakery #krovs town

[henrysawyer]

Krovs Town bio Name: Henry Sawyer Age: 34 Occupation: Head Chef at Vaucluse

Henry doesn’t know much about his early life. The nuns at the orphanage told him he was dropped there late one winter night and they found him on their doorstep. He was born in Sydney, Australia and spent his entire teen life in the orphanage. 

Alongside one of the other boys at the orphanage, he got into a lot of trouble. Going from vandalism to petty theft. It escalated quickly to armed robbery. When a robbery went wrong, Henry beat up a shopkeeper and ran. He was caught not far from the scene. He was sentenced to fifteen years in prison.

He served his sentence and, with good behaviour, was released after ten years. Henry doesn’t like to talk about his prison time and avoids conversation about it. 

After being released, he began working as a dish hand in a restaurant. He slowly built up his skills and worked his way up to head chef for a restaurant in Sydney. He was poached by an exclusive French restaurant in Krovs and made the move. 

He’s adapting to the new life but he’s mostly too busy working all the time to really enjoy the city. The most socialisation he gets is when he personally buys bread from the little bakery down the street. 

#krovscastletask #krovstownbio

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale‌:

“No…” Jolyan responded thoughtfully, “You’re too pretty to be Gordon.” He added, a playful smile curving his lips. Not to mention he couldn’t imagine Henry being that much of an asshole to his staff. “Fine, no more brownies.” Jolyan promised and took the remote. At the moment he didn’t feel anything, so he supposed that was a good thing? “Okay… get ready to watch The World’s Most Extraordinary Homes.” Jolyan teased him.

In reality the architect in him would have happily watched it, but he settled on a comedy movie instead for Henry’s sake and pressed the side of his head against his shoulder. “Am I supposed to be feeling something?” He asked, “I feel fine.”

He grinned, taking the compliment for what it was. “I’m not as good a chef though. I’d take his skill,” he added. Henry would keep an eye on Joly to make sure he didn’t go too snack happy on the things he shouldn’t. It would take a few minutes to kick in anyway but then they’d get hungry. His nose scrunched up though he wasn’t going to deny Jolyan. “If that’s what you want but then I’m going to put on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.”

Henry was secretly grateful they didn’t settle on a show about homes. The only thing that interested him in a house was the kitchen. “It doesn’t kick in right away,” he laughed. “It has to actually digest a little, give it five minutes.” The shifter rested his head against Jolyan’s, keeping his eyes on the TV until he felt his brain start to go fuzzy. “How about now?”

#c: jolyan #jolyan: start now

[henrysawyer]

Henry didn’t know what had come over him when he pushed Aleixo back against the wall. There were plenty of people around that could see them but it hadn’t stopped him from pushing the phoenix’s pants down and lifting him into his arms. He had always liked having sex in public but he realised that he hadn’t actually asked and just assumed it would be okay. They had already gotten pretty far with the shifter dragging his length against his entrance. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. 

for: @aleixo-pallis cont from here

#c: aleixo #aleixo: public spaces

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale‌:

“I know, I just…” Jolyan trailed off, a soft laugh of her own mingling with Henry’s before she could lift her eyes to him again, “I just meant… I’m glad, because I wouldn’t want anyone else anyway.” Jolyan pressed her lips together then before she could say anything else, glad of the distraction of Henry’s palm coming up to press against her own. Her hands looked small like this now, where he usually had long fingers, architects fingers his mother would say, but she liked getting to be close to him like this. The wolf smiled when Henry told him he made him happy too, glad that his admission hadn’t made him uncomfortable and she met his kiss with a soft, happy noise. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She breathed with amusement, letting her fingers brush idly through his hair, “Kiss me again?”

He leaned down to kiss her softly, cutting off their mumbling and awkward words and replaced them with a kiss. “I’m glad I can be me and I’m very glad that you like having me, because I like you,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her lips. It probably shouldn’t have taken him so long to tell her these things but he never found the right time before. Their fingers laced together, a drastic contrast between size and softness. Jolyan’s hands felt smooth and small where as his were rough from use. It would be much nicer than the world outside. They were safe in his bed, tucked away from the chaos and mayhem and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Very nice, we can play pretend for a little while longer,” he murmured softly. The request was easy to fill and he was quickly leaning down to kiss the wolf, capturing her lips with his in a soft, slow kiss but he didn’t break away this time. 

#c: jolyan #jolyan: screams #tw: gender swap

[henrysawyer]

familiar-finn·:

“What spells?” Finn asked. He knew exactly what spells were going around, he just happened to forget. Even though it was pretty hard not to remember considering Henry was very much a woman standing right in front of him. Man, it was hard to keep track of everything when his head felt so spacey. “Not nice,” he grumbled, narrowing his eyes a bit. He supposed somewhere deep in sobriety he could admit he sometimes brought it on himself to deserve being smacked around. Maybe he’d actually start complaining when he stopped liking it. Or if it started hurting. He smirked crookedly at the shifter, gladly accepting the cookies to start. “I like to think I’m very low maintenance,” he chuckled, taking a bite out of a cookie while he watched Henry intently, squinting at him. “Hm. Hey, don’t take this the wrong way, but you kinda look like my mom.” 

“The April Fools thing. There’s a whole thing going on... I’m a woman.” Henry had to wonder if he was this bad when he was stoned. He thought he was great at it and not nearly this annoying. ”I haven’t slapped you around yet so stop your whining.” And she had to admit, it had been a tempting thought to slap him around once or twice with all his bad jokes. At least the cookies could silence the familiar, if only for a few moments while she worked on the other menu items. It was a matter of putting things together and heating them up so far so she just focused on that. “You’re high maintenance. Maybe not super high but you’re up there,” she replied. “I’m one hundred percent taking that the wrong way. I remind you of your mother?” It was taking a lot of self control not to slap him. The hottest Henry had ever been and it reminded Finn of his mother.

#c: finn #finn: high #tw: gender swap

[henrysawyer]

familiar-finn·:

Finn broke out into yet another wicked cackle as the puns just kept rolling out of Henry’s mouth. He only wished he could have recorded every minute of this for future reference, but he felt like that might be a bit much in his revenge plot. He snorted at what had to be another dog pun and grinned at Henry. “I could shove a spoon of ice cream in your mouth, I’m sure that’ll stop it,” he jokingly suggested, “Look on the bright side. You could have been hit with the hooker spell.” 

If it wouldn’t get him in trouble, he might have just stabbed Finn through the throat to shut him up. He might even cut out his own tongue to stop the puns. He hated all the puns coming from his mouth but more than anything, he hated Finn’s shit eating grin. “I might take you up on that offer though you never seem like the kind that likes to spoon,” he replied, rolling his eyes at himself. “At this point, I’d prefer the hooker stage. I could handle that.” Anything would be better than this.

#c: finn #finn: taco bout it

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale·:

“Probably not,” Jolyan agreed, though he was tempted to point out that literally feeding people to other people was probably worse than getting high. “Just don’t accidentally put it in the dishes and I think you’ll be fine.” Jolyan smiled, though he would look out for any overly relaxed slaves. “I would watch it.” The wolf responded probably quicker than what was socially acceptable when it came to flirting, and with a small amount of colour filling his cheeks, he gently elbowed Henry in the ribs, “Shut up. How am I supposed to know.” He laughed at himself before wandering backwards to find the couch and sit down on it as he took a bite. “You coming over?”

Henry laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m not wasting my weed on people who don’t want it.” The castle paid him for his work but it wasn’t that much. He was definitely going to keep his money for what he needed. Though it might have been a fun trick to get everyone to chill out. “But that’s because you like me. I don’t think they’d like my cursing. I’m not going to be the next Gordon Ramsay.” He watched the wolf closely, grinning as he clutched his ribs, pretending like he was hurting. “Just don’t try eating another when you get hungry because that’s a whole hole you don’t want to go down,” he warned, moving to slip on the couch beside him. He handed Jolyan the remote control and leaned against his side, bumping their knees together. “Watch whatever you like.”

#c: jolyan #jolyan: start now

[henrysawyer]

gaothnamara‌:

Even if Henry didn’t agree to his request, he didn’t expect the chef to rat him out. At least not without provocation. “Isn’t this like your third smoke break in an hour? Are you that stressed? You know there are better ways to relieve stress that are healthier for your body.” 

Ratting people out wasn’t really his thing. It might have been a learned behaviour from being a criminal when he was younger but he didn’t bring that up. “Actually, my break is an hour long. I’ve just been smoking and pacing this entire time,” he explained with a shrug. The insinuation wasn’t lost on him though and a small smirk pulled at his lips. “What would you suggest? Napping on the grass?”

#c: boyd #boyd: sunlight

[henrysawyer]

gaothnamara‌:

sunlight | open

After a few more fixes here and there, something that was quickly becoming routine, Boyd had decided to take in some of the sunshine. To some, it may not have been very warm but it was a perfectly wonderful day in his eyes. Stretching out near a tree, he closed his eyes and let himself just enjoy the warmth slowly seeping into him. The world seemed to quiet around him a little bit, at least until he heard someone approached. Quickly, he opened his eyes a bit and sat up. “Don’t tell Matthew I’m here, I’m sure he’d find some mediocre task for me to do.”

@krovscastlestarters

Henry had been in the kitchens since dawn and was only just getting out for his break. After being locked away all day, he took the chance to get some sunshine and smoke until his heart was content, or at least until the hour was up. It was a nice enough day that he took a walk around the garden’s while he smoked, letting it dangle from his lips. The voice calling out pulled him from his thoughts, which was lucky because he would have trodden all over him. “That’s kind of his deal. Better off looking busy instead of just showing off how busy you aren’t,” he offered. 

#c: boyd #boyd: sunlight #ten years and an aladdin later

[henrysawyer]

familiar-finn·:

Really? What am I high on?” Finn asked. He sure as hell couldn’t remember if he’d taken anything. But was that really the point right now? Regardless of whether he’d smoked or ingested something or not, he was apparently high as a kite. All he had to do was wait it out. And eat some food. He narrowed his eyes a little, resting his elbow on the counter and propping his chin in his hand. “But what is the precise measurement of “as balls” though? What can it be compared to in terms of…” He trailed off, losing his train of thought while he was completely distracted by Henry’s ass. “Kinky. I like being slapped around. Can I have nachos? And some cookies? And a big bowl of mac and cheese with the cheese a little burnt?” 

“Definitely not life. Maybe it’s one of these wonderful spells.” If they could turn Henry into a woman, they could make someone intoxicated. The more Finn spoke, the more Henry was tempted to just walk out of the kitchen even if it was a question she would have asked if she were high. “Depends on the person and the period of their life. Balls have to drop during puberty,” she pointed out. “I bet you do and most of the time you deserve it,” Henry muttered. From the time during their heats, she knew she would have slapped him around too. “You don’t ask for much, do you?” she scoffed. Pulling a container from under the work station, she pulled out a few cookies and placed them down in front of Finn. “Just as a starter while I get the rest done.” Luckily they were common requests and it was more of a matter of putting it all together. 

#c: finn #finn: high #tw: gender swap

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale‌:

Henry always seemed to pick up on any lack of confidence Jolyan displayed and be able to lift it up, it made the wolf smile with affection and it only widened as Henry’s lips grazed her fingertips and shoulders. “I’ll take that…” She murmured with a brighter smile now. Jolyan watched Henry pause at the offer and she nodded, encouraging him on, but it didn’t take long for the shifter to climb beneath the sheet and cocoon them both with it. Jolyan felt exposed but she found she didn’t mind it at all with Henry. She would have been happy to stay and play with his hair, but the idea of doing a little more when it came to Henry suddenly wasn’t all too scary. “Thanks…” There was a shy smile then, “… for doing that. Being you, I mean…” Jolyan laughed quietly at herself for making little to no sense and brushed her fingertips over Henry’s cheek as it faded, “You make me happy.”

With everything that was going on, it was nice to just hide away in his room while they could. He wasn’t in a rush to go anywhere and he wouldn’t leave Jolyan alone like this, not if she wanted him there. Henry did his best to keep them both covered, knowing Jolyan wasn’t comfortable in this body. It wouldn’t stop the shifter from complimenting him. They were cocooned in their own world and he hoped it would take away her nerves. He wouldn’t push anything on her, happy to just stay like this if it was what she wanted. “For being me?” he asked, laughing softly. “I can’t be anyone else,” he pointed out. Tilting his head, he pressed his lips to her fingertips, his hand coming up to cover hers. Given their circumstances, he was grateful that he could make the wolf happy. “You make me happy too,” he murmured, kissing down her wrist and shoulder until their lips could meet again. “We’ll just stay in here forever and forget the castle exists,” he joked. 

#c: jolyan #jolyan: screams #tw: gender swap #( i gave up on gifs... )

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale‌:

“You’re probably right,” Jolyan admitted, “I tried to smoke a normal cigarette in university and I never really got the hang of that either, so,” The wolf gave a sheepish chuckle and followed Henry the few small steps back into the suite, “If you say so.” Jolyan smiled happily into the kiss, his fingers lingering over where he had found one of Henry’s hands before he let him slip away to find the brownies. “You just had those ready made?” Jolyan couldn’t help but to laugh,

“You should have a show, Henry.” He smiled and took a brownie from the tub, “The whole thing?” Jolyan eyed it quizzically before taking a small bite.

Henry grinned though he held back any teasing thoughts. Jolyan really was a good boy in all senses of the word and Henry was just corrupting him. “Then this is the safer option,” he promised. Henry did say so because he hadn’t seen a side of Jolyan he didn’t like yet. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, he quickly ducked into the kitchen and returned, pulling off the lid from the container for him. “Don’t tell the chief of staff, I have a feeling he wouldn’t be happy with me,” he admitted. Henry almost always had some on hand because if you were trapped in Russia, why not be high?

“Ah yes, the adventures of a dingo in Russia. Watch as I cook food for picky slaves. Not sure the FoodNetwork would want that one,” he teased. Once Jolyan had one, he took out another for himself and sealed the container. “Yeah, it’s a brownie. Do you normally only nibble on one?”

#c: jolyan #jolyan: start now

[henrysawyer]

kkang-zi‌:

“This entire castle is a cruel trick,” Kang could not help but answer and quickly brushed the statement aside with a wave of his hand. “Do you know how long this spell will last?” he asked immediately, wanting to at least plan ahead. He was a young vampire whose hunger came to him at the most random moments, and while he had been able to keep his more vampiric side in check recently, that was not to say that he would not emerge when he had Henry, a rather tasty smelling snack, by his side.

“Oh gosh, I don’t mean in a sadistic way,” Kang quickly clarified as he took the knife from the chef, glad to keep his hands busy while the other man worked. He could not help another laugh when the man picked up the thyme to explain his joke either. “I’m ready to starch, chef,” he said delightedly and was somewhat pleased with himself for thinking of that one as he started cutting up the potatoes and carrots. It was calming to be using a blade again and Kang was suddenly struck with how much he missed eating regular food. 

Henry couldn’t help but agree with that. The castle seemed like one big trick that was played on anyone but the vampire masters. But the shifter wasn’t stupid enough to say that to one of those vampires, even if this one seemed nice enough. “For me it lasted about a day, so I guess twenty four hours from when you were hit with it,” he answered after thinking about it for a moment. It was much easier when he could bury himself in bed with Jolyan beside him, the rest of the day seemed easier and then the pain faded away. 

Unable to stop himself, he snorted, laughing at the terrible pun. “If you want, we can swap and you can take the pun spell,” he offered, wishing it were that easy. Spending some time in bed with someone you liked wasn’t as hard as trying to stop puns from spilling out every ten seconds. It seemed to be okay for the moment and he was hoping it was fading. “You’re pretty good at that,” he commented, noticing the skill in the cuts the other was making. “Want a job?” he joked.

bound | henry & kang

#c: kang #kang: bound #( i'm giving up on puns lol )

[henrysawyer]

jolyanherondale·:

The colour on Jolyan’s cheeks deepened slightly as Henry settled between her legs, it felt nice to have him close, it always did, even if there was a sheet between them. Her lips didn’t leave his the entire time they settled together, but she parted them to allow the taste of his tongue and even lifted her head slightly to enjoy the feeling of Henry’s fingers in her hair. Jolyan’s fingers grazed Henry’s beard, finding herself moaning quietly and the sound was softer and higher than usual. “You’re always so good at that…” She thought aloud, but breathlessly against his lips. Jolyan paused then, letting her fingertips brush against Henry’s bottom lip before they landed on his chest. “Do you want to come under the sheets?”

It felt like any other kiss if he ignored how slight and soft Jolyan was in this body. The kiss was the same, still sweet enough to leave Henry wanting more. If he didn’t have a job to do at the castle, he might have never let Jolyan leave his bed. “Kissing?” he laughed. “That’s a two way street, it’s good because I’m kissing you,” he promised, gently nipping at her bottom lip. The shifter kissed her finger tips, ducking his head down to kiss her cheek then her shoulder. “Under the sheet?” he repeated, raising a brow. If it was an offer, he was stupid enough to say no. With some wiggling, he pulled the sheet up and pulled it over both of their bodies. He could see her body better now, slender but curved, almost just as beautiful as he normally was. Settling between her legs, he ran his fingers down her sides. “You’re beautiful, you know. You are normally too but you make a beautiful woman.” 

#c: jolyan #jolyan: screams #tw: gender swap

[henrysawyer]

familiar-finn·:

“That’s a lie, you love me. You’d be so bored without me,” Finn told him with a devilish grin. If Henry didn’t like him, he figured that the shifter wouldn’t let him stay in the kitchen and terrorize him like this. He waited eagerly to see just what kind of dog pun would come out, and he was not disappointed. He snorted before bursting into another giggling fit, not even bothering to hide how entertained he was by all this. “Oh man, this is the best thing I’ve seen in days,” he said, wiping away a tear from his eye. “I think you secretly love the puns, Henry.” 

“Or I would live a pea-ceful life,” he muttered, pointing to the bowl of peas on his station. It was hard to argue with though because Henry always welcomed Finn’s company before. Now he was just grumpy because he couldn’t stop the puns coming out. It was one thing to let them slip into conversation but this was constant and headache inducing. At least Finn was amused. Henry rolled his eyes, trying to avoid talking at all so he could focus. “Quit your barking. The only thing I love about puns is when they stop coming out of my mouth,” he muttered. 

#c: finn #finn: taco bout it #tw: gender swap