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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours”

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement.

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.”

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him.

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit.

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-”

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 3 years

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it’s literally the easiest thing to just unfollow someone if you don’t like what they’re doing/who they’re with (not that it’s any of our business). I don’t understand why these assholes literally went out of their way to harass H and N when they could’ve just minded their business. these are also the same people who go “why doesn’t he post more like he used to? why doesn’t he interact” cause y’all fucking ruined it lmao. they ruined the relationship that H has been cultivating with his fan base, and completely intruded in his personal life.

(not you btw, I was using ‘you’ and ‘y’all’ as general terms)

Yeah... It's upsetting and disgusting really, and I'm heartbroken for him. It's terrible that people who call themselves his fans do that stuff to him. This man deserves happiness and we as his fans should support that, not harass him for finally having it.

This is exactly why i keep in the little bubble of my dash and don't explore the tags. I know ill get upset.

It's not that hard to mind your own business. Unless you're an obsessed asshole.

(also using :you' as general terms, but no worries hun, i understood what you meant 💖)

#ask lisa #Cavillary

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Adventures in Amateur Palmistry!

First and foremost, I am in no ways an expert. Take everything said here with a grain of salt. Also, I had a hard time finding a clear picture of Henry’s palms, so it is pretty generalized.

Images from Google, not mine.

Here his hand is out of focus, but a few generalizations can be drawn from it.

First, his hand shape. His palms are fairly short and squared. His fingers are proportionally sized. I would say he has what are called “earth” hands. He is likely practical and grounded, but lacks long-term planning.

His shorter palms also indicate that his man is stubborn as shit. This finding is further backed by his star sign as a Taurus. He will dig his heels in and not be swayed if he thinks he’s right.

Next, the lines I can see in his hands.

The head line, the one going from his index finger inwards, the middle most line in his hand. This line is deep, which means he has complex thoughts and ideas. However it is also fairly straight, which indicates a more traditional view. Likely not a kiss on the first date type. (IMO)

There is one visible break in his head line. This can mean either a struggle with mental health, or a time of huge mental breakthrough. It has been said he has anxiety, so this break could be pointing towards his struggle with it.

The heart line, located above the head line, begins below his middle finger. A line beginning there can mean he doesn’t exactly do well in long term relationships. He can grow bored with his partner and want something new. The line is not broken, however, which means he is not an unfaithful partner. The heart line is also very deep, which points towards close interpersonal relationships. He is a very good friend, brother, son etc. He loves deeply, though the short line can mean he doesn’t stay content in a romantic relationship for very long.

Below the head line, is the life line. In the above picture, I can’t get a good look at it. That can mean that he has a shallow life line. This could mean he had a rather sheltered upbringing. In this picture, we can get a slightly better look at it.

It’s hard to see, but that small line parallel to his thumb is what I’m looking at. You know what I draw from that? A very short line. Homeboy doesn’t give a fuck about what other people want him to do. He’s doing his own thing. A short life line indicates other’s lack of influence in your life. His doesn’t seem to even reach the base of his palm.

Those are the only clear lines I can make any sort of reading on. Blurry, out of focus pictures aren’t the best for this sort of thing.

What I draw from this, is he is hard working, grounded, STUBBORN, with a deep and traditional way of thinking. He is a very passionate person, but he can have trouble with long term relationships. That’s not to say he doesn’t crave one. after all, he has a traditional mindset. He needs someone who can keep his interest in the long run.

Anyway, this was my first adventure into amateur palmistry. I have no idea if any of that was accurate, but I was bored, so I went ahead and had some fun with this.

#henry cavill #amateur palmistry #shitpost #cavillary #pterodactyl readings #too much time on my hands #tag pun

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thisshiitsexhausting · 3 years

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Henry Cavill on Instagram

#HappyWitchmas

#Henry cavill #the witcher #cavillary #netflix the witcher #netflix #geralt of rivia

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taylorinthetardis · 3 years

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I noticed the trend on tiktok where kids born in the 2000s listen to ‘00 music and the ones that don’t have older siblings tend to be completely clueless. but the ones who do tend to not only know more of the songs but genuinely like them and listen regularly. my niece was born in 2012 and she doesn’t grasp any taylor swift song before the 1989 album lol and anytime i play 90s or 00s song for her, she tells me that it “sounds old” lmao kids are so rude these days 😂

Genuinely though!! Ugh TikTok kids irritate me so much😂😂

My 10 year old cousin does dance and she acts like every song is a new song because she hasnt heard it before until I tell her that it’s what me and her mom listened to and she’ll be like, oh that’s why I don’t know it, because it’s old. Her mom is thirty. We’re millennials for gods sake!!!

I hate it here. I hate getting old😂😂😂

But I know they’ll be like I was when they get older. I never liked the 80s music that my parents would play in the car all the time when I was little, but now I love it. My iTunes library is probably a third or so music that was made before I was born. They’ll appreciate it eventually.

#taylor got an ask #cavillary #kids these days

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queencas · 3 years

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Im in a similar situation. I’m a very physical person (non-creepy i promise, I just like to hug my friends/family and stuff like that) and I haven’t dated in five years since I had my first bf, and I’m so touch starved and lacking of basic intimacy that I dream about it. My parents aren’t physical people, and lately all Ive been wanting is someone to want me the same way I’ve wanted others for years but I’m terrified that it’ll never happen. Especially with covid, I can’t even find that physicality with friends rn. I wish that you get all the love in the world, and I hope you’re having a good day ❤️

Aww this was so nice. Yeah, I completely get it. I live with my roommate who is my best friend but she HATES being touched unless it’s her boyfriend. It’s been 2 and a half years for me and same, first and only relationship lol. I get so jealous of my roomie bc she has a great relationship with her bf and it’s pretty much shoved in my face bc he’s here all the time and is moving in soon so I’m just constantly reminded that I don’t have that and it sucks lol.

I wish the same to you!! <3

#dating apps are a joke bc i have it set to women only and all women think im ugly #and my romantic attraction to men is pretty much at 0 at this point #it would be easier if i was more attracted to men lol #but alas #cassie talks #cavillary

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littlefreya · 1 year

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Hi Freya!! I hope you're well! im sorry I havent said hi in a while, its been a long and hard last couple of weeks but hopefully everything will get better soon. I hope you and your loved ones are happy, healthy, and safe 💚

Hey darling, don’t apologise for that. We all have our lives outside of Tumblr. I hope all is well with you right now and that you are doing well.

I am good. I have been going through stuff and it’s been a bitch on my free time but things will settle soon 🖤

Thank you for always checking on me 🖤🖤🖤

#ask freya #Cavillary

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princess-of-riviaa · 2 years

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I feel so bad 😭 and like I’m betraying someone, or multiple people, which doesn’t even make sense but my brain just likes to lay the guilt on thick I guess…

But I can feel my crush on Henry diminishing. Obviously he is still gorgeously handsome, but I find myself thinking less and less about him 🤷‍♀️ and because of that I’ve found it difficult to write Henry fanfic lately 😭

I feel like I’m betraying this blog by feeling like this, but I wanted you guys to know why I haven’t been posting any original work lately

#personal info dump #sorry cavillary #I’m a traitor #I’m thinking less of Henry #and more of Chris evans and Sebastian Stan #whoops

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stardusted26 · 3 years

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😂😂😂😂 I can imagine many of us in the Cavillary going after Hen and his characters like this. What might their reactions be?!?

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #sherlock #clark kent #geralt #will shaw #charles brandon #napoleon #shitpost

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tommydoesntpayforsuits · 2 years

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Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!

BABE I WILL DIE RIGHT HERE

@whiskeypowder @hp-slaps @potter-solomons @haileyybird @adaisnotashelby @tommymcartney @im-constantly-fangirling @cavillary @emotionalsupportshelby @findinghisredrighthand @vintunnavaa

#tag you're it #marina's asks #lily in the sky with diamonds #lily flower

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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Tiny

it had been the scariest moment of your life, easily

the culmination of henry’s birthday had led to a very welcome pregnancy, with you being coddled and adored by your husband as you grew your sweet unborn child

your unborn baby boy - as you’d found out only a couple of months ago - had been growing really well, on track to be a healthy 7-8lbs (3.5kg)

the doctors had noted the babe’s size, but after the first time Henry walked through the door at the 12 week scan, they realised what they were dealing with

it actually all started to make sense

but the scariest part, was that your sweet boy, due for the end of February had began his mission into the world 6 weeks early, during the first week of the coldest January on record

luckily you had both Henry and Kal at home to rush to your aid while you’d thought you were experiencing braxton hicks contractions

but it wasn't that. it was the real deal

you’re already in active labour when you get to the hospital

you’d held your husband’s hand and wept, not only in pain but with the fear of being “too early, he’s too early Hen”

all he could do was wipe your tears and reassure you that everything was going to be okay. even if he couldnt be certain himself

Baby boy Cavill comes in at 4lbs 4oz (2kg) and is whisked away after you spend just a brief moment with him

he gets some checks, all under Henry’s watchful eye as you make him promise to stay with your son, whose tiny lungs help him to scream and cry out at the suddenly bright, cold world

you’re both alright, but they want to keep you and your son in for a couple of days to make sure he’s stable

Henry has had to call a few people, only the important ones, to let them know the news, doing so quickly so that he doesn’t have to be away from you or his baby boy for long

everyone had said that your baby would be chunky, given your husband’s size, but when you see them in the little hospital crib, they’re so little

it hurts your heart to see how small and fragile he is, but both you and Henry know that he is in the safest place he can be

he’s given a little red knitted hat to wear so that the nurses and doctors know he’s one of the little preemie babies on the ward, and thus needs some extra care and attention

you lean over him in his little box crib, gazing at him all the while, lifting him out to hold and feed when allowed

as soon as you’re given the green light, he is in your arms for hours, settling down and just existing peacefully and contently

Henry is just SO big, particularly when leaning his body over the crib, using the tip of his finger to hold his little man’s hand

he likes to have small conversations with him

“Already repping our rugby team with that hat, son”

Henry’s held him as much as he can already, sitting in the big chair by the bed you lay and rest in, having some skin to skin cuddles

you get a lot of visits from the nurses when he does that

you’ll doze off and wake up to Henry chatting away to the little boy on his chest, a fistful of chest hair in his grasp

“you are lucky you’re cute and brand new because this is quite sore for daddy”

his son is the size of his hand, and between his large palms he’s fragile and little and just the apple of his eye

all his nieces and nephews have been upwards of 7 pounds

so now Baby Boy feels even smaller in his massive arms.

His forearm is bigger than his baby - he can’t believe the little miracle that is his boy

his strong little man

all the clothes you'd brought in the hospital bag swamp him so you need to take a couple offered from the hospital and a pack from the hospital gift shop until you can get more preemie clothes

yes, even newborn size is too big and it makes your heart ache

Henry picks up some Winnie the Pooh items from the shop, and a little stuffed Pooh Bear for his baby boy

after three days you get the all clear to take him home. He’s fine, just tinier than you and Henry - and your families - had anticipated

you walk out happily, still a little in pain but choosing instead to revel in the delight that your sweet boy is okay

Henry has the hospital bag and the car seat with baby in tow

He is minute compared to the large clunky car seat. Somehow he looks ten times smaller and even more precious, holding his own little hands with a soft pout on his lips

he looks just like Henry when he sleeps

you watch Henry click the car seat in expertly, knowing he’s practiced in the garage many times already. He’d always wanted to make sure his sweet boy is safe

Henry drives home ten miles below the speed limit

“it feels like we’re stealing a child from the hospital” “well this one came out of me so i think it’s okay”

the car finally rolls into the drive and stops carefully outside the grand house, and you squeeze Henry’s hand

Baby is sleeping soundly, having not even moved through the duration of the car journey despite you feeling every stone and pothole the car drove over, worried for his safety

Henry carries him into the house in the carseat, resting it gently on the floor in the hallway of your home

for now, it’s just you three, as Kal will arrive later with a very excited family member who you’re grateful to for taking Kal while you’d left in such a rush a few days ago

Henry pulls you in close for a hug, resting his head on yours and wrapping his whole being around you

the past few days have been possibly the scariest in his entire life

but they’ve also been the happiest, up there with your wedding, and the time you took him to his favourite restaurant that was a 3 hour drive away, on his only cheat day that month

after a quiet moment in each others’ embrace, silently feeling each and every emotion together, flooding with relief as you rest on each other for support and love, your son is unpacked from the car seat

he’s like a soft tiny starfish and you coo at his sweet, sleepy face

you carry him because Henry feels like a “clumsy giant” holding his boy, especially when not in the comfort of a large chair where he can remain stable

you hold him and look at his little foot tag from the hospital

“and here we thought we had an extra few weeks for his name...he needs one soon though, he can’t be Baby Boy Cavill forever”

“can’t he?” you hear Henry’s deep voice from over your shoulder and you catch a glimpse at him looking ever so adoringly at your son, as you tear your eyes from the sweet newborn for only just a moment

it’s then that you confirm that your boys definitely have the same face

Baby boy has his daddy’s eyes and chin and you are in love

“you know he will grow up one day. We can’t keep him this size forever. i wish we could though, he smells so good”

to which Henry chuckles and smells the baby’s head, in complete agreement

later on, baby boy lays on his father’s chest. Henry holds them delicately in place, as though they were made of glass

he can nod his head and smell that wonderful baby smell, and know that this little mass of human perfection is completely healthy, and all his

and should he hear a little squeak, as he adjusts his son to stay comfortable for another hour, his immediate reaction is a soft “oh son, it’s okay. Daddy’s here”

with you curled up beside him, falling asleep with ease after such a strenuous labour and prolonged stay at the hospital, Henry realises he will always get to feel this lucky with his little family by his side

he just doesn't know what on earth he’s done to deserve it

and Kal will be such a wonderful big brother, he can already tell. Him and baby are going to be best friends

Baby takes milk like a champ, they’ll be happy and healthy and plump in no time, especially thanks to Henry’s pep talks during feeds or the baby massage sessions he insists on implementing with his large, gentle soothing hands

a few days later, it is decided that Baby boy Cavill is called Will - you’re adamant on Will not William - but he’s often called Junior by Henry, and always Baby Boy to his loving mama

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill writing #dad!henry cavill #cavillary

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 22)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20] [Chapter 21]

Reader x Henry Cavill, OC Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!! Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better.

Smut (the happy good kind) is here as I promised. In all it’s fluffy, juicy, tantalizing goodness!!! :) :) :)

If ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below the cut! go find something else to read in this case and if you want to be removed from the taglist for this story, let me know. I won’t be upset, I promise!

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.

GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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By the end of the night, the two of you are ready to head out. You both make your rounds and thank the producers, co-stars and directors for their work and praise them for the movie and wish them success with it. Then the two of you slip out and head back to the hotel. Henry is unusually quiet, and you caress his leg. “Hen, do you still want me to join you on your vacation?” you ask.

He looks at you and nods, still moody. You frown. “Hen, what’s the matter?” you ask as you cup his face. He continues to frown and looks up when the limo stops. You are at the hotel, and he gets out of the vehicle and helps you out. He thanks the driver and takes your arm leading you inside.

Henry walks to the elevator, and you are puzzled by his sudden sullen and moody attitude. You both get in the elevator, and he hits the button for the top floor. You glance over and see it has a ‘stop’ button that isn’t an emergency one. You reach up and tangle your fingers into Henry’s curls and pull his head down towards yours. He resists at first, then you start to massage his skull at the base, and he relents. You bring your lips to his and give him a breath-taking kiss. While you do so, you lift your heel and kick the ‘stop’ button pushing it in. Henry breaks the kiss as the elevator stops suddenly.

He looks down at you and frowns. You look up and say, “Okay, Geralt, spill it. We’re not moving till you tell me why the hell you’re acting like a pissed Witcher!” you tell him with a raised brow and your hands on your hips.

He tries not to smile at your reference, but he knows you’re right. He’s been acting like an ass tonight. Sighing, he looks down at you. Your hands are on your hips on top of his and you’re looking up at him with a concerned face. He swallows hard and closes his eyes.

“It was just hard for me to see you dancing with other men. You’re my woman, and it’s just hard for me. I know they don’t know that you’re mine, but the men around me were making lewd comments about you in this dress all night long, not realizing your boyfriend was hearing it all. If they would’ve known, we were dating they never would have said those things near me. I just wanted to beat their heads in all night cuz a lot of what they were saying was things Dan had said!” he tells you. “I wanted to protect you and make them stop saying such lewd things, and I couldn’t. Not without blowing our cover.” he says quietly and drops his head.

“Oh, Henry! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were struggling with that. For the record, though, the ladies were all asking me how I scored being your date for the Red Carpet Premiere. They all wanted to get you in their beds and be your baby momma.” You tease. “It was hard for me too, to hear other women gushing about all the different ways they were wanting you to fuck them so they could give you little mini-you’s.” you tell him while caressing his chiseled, clean-shaven jaw.

He looks up at you from under his long dark lashes. “They were saying that?” he asks in disbelief. You giggle, “Hen, your sheer size alone makes women horny. It just screams, ‘I’m big, I’m strong, I can breed you and protect you and provide for you’ and yeah, you make women all hormonal and broody and melt their panties right off just by being you.” you giggle.

He blushes a deep red and he gets his twinkle back in his eyes. “Do I make you all hormonal and broody and melt your panties?” he asks, leaning into your neck and nibbling it as his hands make their way to your rear.

“Does the pope shit?” you ask and laugh, “Of course you do, Henry! You make me horny as hell! Every time I see you, I want to climb your sheer size and have these massive arms around me, squishing me to your rock-solid chest and I want the kraken pounding into my sweet lil pussy till I’m screaming your name and coming so hard you make my whole body spasm!” you say boosting his ego another notch.

“I want this kraken being shoved down my throat and I want to drag my fingers along these thighs as thick as tree trunks. I want to feel your massive mitts caressing me inside and out, and holding me so tight as you pound into me, that I have bruises to remind me who I belong to for days afterward.” you coo as you run your fingers up his chest and under his jacket, wrapping them around to his back. “I want these luscious lips and that talented tongue eating out my dripping wet pussy till I’m a panting, moaning, mess and can’t think straight.

And I want to run my fingers through those wonderful, soft chocolate locks on that noggin of yours as you fuck me to oblivion and fill me with your hot cum while you throb inside my tight pussy or ass.” You purr, further stroking his ego. You feel him groaning and rumbling with desire at your words. He pulls you flush against his massive body, and you feel his hard kraken against your belly.

Henry closes his eyes and groans. “God, Kitten, you sure know how to stroke a guy’s ego and paint naughty pictures in his head!” he rumbles in your ear as he reaches behind you, pulls the ‘stop’ button back to it’s normal position and presses the button for the top floor once again. The elevator jerks and then begins to ascend once more.

Henry pushes you against the wall and presses himself into you. “I want you, y/n, I want you to be mine and to join me on my vacation. Will you please come with me to Greece?” he asks.

You reach up into his hair again and give it a gentle tug. He leans down to you, and you kiss him. Then turn your head to his ear and whisper, “Only if you promise to fuck me for an entire day on your boat, and then show me the sites all over the country.” you say. He groans at the thought of fucking you for an entire day on his boat. “Oh, Honey, we may need more than one day on my boat.” he teases. “Then I’ll join you, Love.” you tell him.

He beams and gives you a hug and picks you up and kisses you soundly. As the doors open, he carries you out of the elevator and over to your rooms. He unlocks his door and picks you up and carries you inside. Once he sets you down and flips on the light, he quickly closes and locks the door then turns and looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes.

You smirk and say, “If you tear this dress, I swear I won’t let you touch me for a week!” you warn. He growls, “Well then you had better hurry and get it off before I rip it off.” He replies with a growl. You reach behind your neck but can’t reach the zipper.

“Hen, come help with the zipper, I can’t reach it.” you ask in a sultry tone. He comes over and slowly unzips the zipper. The slow sound of it descending, makes goosebumps appear on your flesh. Henry lets the gown drop to the floor and pool at your feet. He kisses you from your shoulders, down your spine as his fingers caress your sides and when he reaches your ass, he gently bites each of your cheeks, then stands and wraps an arm around to your front and starts to caress your mound as he talks dirty in your ear.

You lean against him and moan as you feel yourself getting wet for him. His fingers spreading the wetness all over and you gasp as he slips two fingers into your aching pussy. You reach up with both hands and encircle his neck as he is bent over you. He hooks his fingers inside you, so he is gripping you by the front of your pubic bone. “Hang on, he growls in his Geralt tone, and he stands, keeping his fingers inside you firmly. You feel your feet lift off the floor as he stands, and you are literally hanging off of his neck. He walks over to the bed, whips off the top layers and tosses them on the floor, then lowers you onto the bed.

He is leaning over you, his fingers still inside you and your legs are dangling off the bed. He begins to fuck you with his fingers, and you moan loudly. He covers your mouth and rumbles in your ear that if you aren’t a good kitty and keep quiet, that he’s going to have to gag you and put a collar on you.

You try to keep quiet, but Henry is purposely hitting the spots inside you that make you cry out and moan like a whore. He smirks and with his other hand, slowly removes his cravat and then rumbles in your ear as he hovers over you, “Open your mouth, Kitten.”

You do and he reaches around you and stuffs the cravat into your mouth. The soft silk caressing your lips and tongue, the taste of his skin and sweat lingering in its fibers, release into your mouth as it becomes wet with your spit. Your sounds are muffled as Henry continues to slide his fingers in and out of your drenched hole and he adds more fingers until all four of his are inside you. Your muffled moans fill the room and are music to his ears.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper. Henry grins and walks over to his suitcase and digs around for a moment. He pulls out a tie and comes back over as you roll onto your back and watch him. He takes your wrists and slowly starts to bind them together with the tie as you watch him with wide eyes.

He watches your face and sees a myriad of emotions flit across it. Fear, excitement, lust, love, trust. He kisses your fingers, sucking each one into his mouth and he twirls his tongue around each one, giving them love and attention. Then he kisses both the backs of your hands and your palms, then begins kissing his way up your left arm. Slow, gentle, kisses mixed with little flicks of his tongue, reminding you of little kitten kisses. Once he reaches your shoulder, he does the same with your right arm.

He lays your arms above your head and says, “Stay put.” as he gets off the bed and slowly undresses. Carefully putting his suit onto its hanger and into its garment bag. Then he hangs your dress from off the floor. He returns to you naked, and climbs onto the bed, straddling your legs. He leans down, pulls you up fully onto the bed, and begins to run his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. Your eyes slip shut, and you enjoy the feeling of his massive, warm hands cradling your head. He removes the hair pins and accessories and begins to kiss every inch of your face with feather light kisses and little licks. Ever so slowly moving down your head to your neck, to which he does the same.

You giggle at how it tickles your neck. His hands still are in your hair but now massage the base of your skull. He begins to kiss and give little licks to every square inch of your chest and shoulders, your moans reverberating in your chest. Your hands ache to touch his back and you begin to lower them, but he catches them and says, “Stay Kitten.”

So, you leave them above your head. He goes back to kissing and licking your body. He lingers at your breasts and suckles them, enjoying the sounds he was getting out of you. You in turn, grin at his little grunts of pleasure as he suckles each of your pert, rosy nipples. Creating that deep pulling sensation that goes straight to the coiling spring in your core.

Finally, Henry moves on to worshipping your belly and his hands come down to continue giving your wonderful globes above it more attention. You’re trying not to squirm under his ministrations, but your pussy is wanting friction. His member gently hangs down and occasionally brushes against it as he worships you with his mouth and tongue and hands as he slowly lowers to the bed again.

“Someday, I hope you’ll let me put a little one in here.” he murmurs as he kisses your lower belly and gently rubs his cheek against it, inhaling your addictive scent of lavender and mint. “You’ll look gorgeous being pregnant with our kiddos.” he says seductively as he looks up at your face with his big, blue eyes.

You shiver and grin. He pulls the gag from your mouth. You swallow then say, “Shall I have the IUD removed?” you ask. “It’ll take a couple months for the hormones to work out of my body.” you tell him. He smiles, “Not yet, Love, I want to enjoy just the two of us for a while before we do the kid thing.” he replies and continues to kiss and lick down your left leg, making sure to get every inch he can reach. He purposefully neglects the sensitive crease between the junction of your thigh and your mound. He rests his curly head against your leg as he kisses and licks it. Enjoying the salty taste of your skin. When he reaches your ankle, he stops, removes your shoe, and gives you a wonderful foot massage, then massages the other foot in the same manner after removing its shoe.

The slow pace he has set as he worships every inch of the front of your body has every nerve ending firing and the slow burn of passion is agonizing for you. Your pussy is throbbing and aching for his attention, and you whine quietly. His gaze moves from your foot up to your face and he sees the want in your eyes. “Patience, Kitten, you’re doing wonderful. Soon I’ll give you what you want.” he promises and begins to kiss and lick his way slowly up your leg, getting every inch he can covered in his love for you.

Finally, he reaches those sensitive junctions where your legs meet your mound. He nuzzles your hair covering your mound and begins to lick and kiss the sensitive creases. Zig zagging his way left to right and right to left across it.

You’re a whimpering mess and he is grinning. His lips finally find your nub and he takes it in his mouth and gives it a gentle suck. You cry out and try to raise your hips, but his massive hands are holding your hips to the soft mattress. He knew it would drive you nuts and held you firmly down. He slowly licks each fold of the lips covering your cave. His hot tongue gliding across your wet, drenched folds. He watches as you come undone and cry out. Your whole body is trembling as you cum and he grins.

Henry begins to slowly lap at your entrance collecting your tangy nectar on his broad tongue. He hums in pleasure, sending waves of energy into your overstimulated and needy core. You whine and try to beg for more, but he stuffs the gag back in your mouth, which makes it impossible to communicate. He continues to lick and kiss the folds at your opening, occasionally sucking on your clit till you come again and again.

He takes his time, in no hurry. Bringing you repeatedly over the edge so he can just enjoy the wonderful sounds you make and give him the wonderfully addicting nectar he so desperately loves to taste. After what felt like hours to you, he pauses and gets up. He heads to the coffee station and opens one of the cups, pulling it from the plastic. He goes to the bathroom, fills it with cold water and comes back to the bed.

Gently he sits you up and removes the gag from your mouth. “Here, drink.” he says quietly as he holds you against him. You drink greedily and he smiles. “You’re such a good Kitten.” he tells you and kisses your forehead. “Are you ready for more?” he asks. You nod. “Use your words, Love.” he tells you softly.

“Yes, please.” you beg with pleading eyes. He grins and nods. “Lay back, Love.” he says as he helps you to lay down again. He leans over and gives your mouth a long, sensual kiss, invading your mouth and learning all it’s secrets as he tastes the chocolates you had eaten earlier and tasted the champagne you had drank at the after party. His ministrations with your mouth were leaving you moaning and wanting to be filled with him once more. You wanted it so bad you were nearly in tears.

He moves to straddle your body again and begins to lower his body onto yours. Just so it lightly touches. His member is hard, and he begins to slowly rub it against your throbbing entrance. You both let out a low, rumbling moan and he lowers his head to yours, resting his forehead on yours. The two of you share breaths and kisses as he lines his member up with your entrance, which is drenched. The hooded head of his cock rubs against your opening, making you moan into his mouth as he kisses you again.

Ever so slowly he begins to enter you, inch by agonizing inch he slowly pushes in. Taking his time and groaning with the effort as he refuses to give into the desire to take you hard and fast. He wants this to last for as long as he can make it happen.

Your body arches up into his and tears slip from your eyes as he fills and stretches you ever so slowly. You feel every inch of him, every ridge, every bump, the long, thick tendon at the underside of his meaty girth. The pleasure of him slowly sinking into you outweighing the pain of his girth stretching you to the max.

Henry kisses away the tears and finally bottoms out in you. You both groan at the feeling of finally being fully and completely connected. You both just pause and relish the feeling. He knows you love the feeling of finally being so completely filled by him that you feel whole. He lets you enjoy it as he kisses your neck and shoulders, your bodies tangled together, embracing each other as your hands trace his curves and ridges as best you can with bound hands. His hands freely roaming yours.

Eventually you want him to move and begin to move your hips. He takes it as your sign and begins to ever so slowly pull out of you until just the head of his kraken is left inside you. He knows you’re aching to touch him and with your hands bound it will be limited. He grins.

With the same slowness he begins to push back into you, and you let out a moan that nearly snaps his resolve. Your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth forming an ‘o’, and your head tilts back as your eyes close. He takes your bound arms and raises them over his head, so they form a loop around his neck. He massages them one at a time as he continues to slowly push in and out of you with an agonizingly slow pace.

Your pussy is repeatedly filled then emptied of his girth and you’re writhing, your body wanting more, faster, and Henry refusing to give it to you. Your eyes water in frustration, and you beg him for more, and faster. “Soon, Kitten.” is all he says, and he kisses you. His mouth nestling at your ear, and he nibbles your earlobe as he whispers all the kinky things, he wants to do with you once you two reach Greece. It’s igniting the fire inside you and your body begins to burn with desire. Your moans get louder and more seductive sounding.

Henry knows you’re getting desperate, he knows your body wants it hard and fast, and when he gives it to you the way you want, neither of you will last long. He feels your body heating up and he slowly increases the pace. Agonizingly slowly.

He continues to murmur in your ear between nibbles and marking your neck with his love bites and hickeys, slowly driving your desire to a higher and higher pitch. Your eyes continue to shed tears and he continues to kiss them away with promises of ‘Soon’.

Just when he gets into a faster rhythm, that begins to slake your raging thirst for him, he picks up the pace even more. Your fingers are snaking across his back the little bit you can reach. As he picks up the pace, his grunts and growls get louder and more demanding, his moans lower and more rumbling. His hands grip you tighter.

Finally, his pace reaches a feverish pitch, you both are sooooo close to the edge. Yet neither of you are able to tip over it just yet. He grunts and arches his back and feels your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. You suddenly yank on his neck and pull him against you as you feel the coil begin to snap in you and he grips you tightly as he feels your fingers grab the hair at the back of his head and you clench around his girth inside you tightly, almost painfully. Your whole body shakes with the force the orgasm hits you with. He tries to thrust a few more times and suddenly he roars, “Oh God, Kitten!” and comes equally as hard, seeing white as he pulsates and explodes into your tight, hot cavern.

You both are panting heavily, and he collapses on top of you, unable to withstand the force the orgasm hits him with. He isn’t sure if you passed out, but neither of you are able to move. Your bodies suddenly feel like lead. Panting, his head rests against your chest. He can feel your heart pounding and is certain you can feel his doing the same. You both lay there basking in the afterglow of the hardest hitting orgasm either of you have ever had.

#very good friends #henry cavill #reader oc #kitten and the bear #post red carpet #angst with a happy ending #jealousy #smut and fluff #sexy times #the big o

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