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Let’s Get Married

OMG, this was so much fun to write! Thank you to the anon that sent in the request because I loved it!! Hope you all love this Henryxreader fic as much as I do! Anon, I really hope I did your idea justice. 

If y’all have any ideas, please send them my way! I had so much fun writing this and I’d love to do more! 

Word Count: 4,134

CW: confrontation, hard conversations, fluff

It started with a ring - a beautiful, simple ring. On a late Friday evening, when just about everything that could go wrong went wrong, one thing went right. You came home to find Henry and Kal waiting for you. Henry got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. Through your tears and laughter, you said yes. There was no other answer.

The day he slipped that ring on your finger was the happiest day of your lives. It was also the day when the fear began to creep in. You could see it happening, little by little, day by day. At the suggestion of Henry’s assistant, mother, and your own mother, you hired a wedding planner. She put together an entire binder of information for you and Henry to pour-over. The problem was, as the weeks went on, Henry became increasingly anxious. Any time you brought up wedding plans, Henry’s eyes would immediately darken. It wasn’t that he didn’t care - he did care very much, but there was something else going on.

At first, it was kind of cute. Henry would get a little nervous and you chalked it all up to wedding nerves. He didn’t seem to think you noticed, but after a while, it was becoming a major concern. Any time you asked him a question he gave short, clipped answers or nothing at all, stating he was busy with something else. You gave him his space because you had suspicions plus the fact that you weren’t one to nag. Henry is normally a relaxed and level-headed individual; it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him. But recently, his anxiety has been higher than usual.

One late night after work, you sat at the kitchen table with Henry. There were two days before the engagement party is mother was throwing for the two of you at his house. Technically one, now that today was almost over. Henry was going over some emails on his laptop while you were glancing over the wedding binder your planner had dropped off. There were designated sections for color schemes, flowers, arrangements, and more. It was honestly overwhelming to look at on your own. You take a deep breath in.

“What do you think about lilac and navy blue for our main colors?” you ask him, flipping through the color section.

“Hm? That’s nice,” Henry mutters, not looking up from his laptop. Your eyes flick up to him.

“It is nice,” you reply dryly. “Maybe instead we should just pick the shade opaque couche as our main color,” you add with a little more attitude than you intend. It doesn’t matter because it doesn’t register with Henry.

“Whatever you want to do, babe,” he says distractedly. For a second, hot anger courses through your veins before you remember something. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in realizing what you are going to have to do.

“Henry, what’s going on?” you finally ask him. He looks up at you confused.

“Nothing’s going on,” he replies. You sigh.

“Do you want to get married?” you ask reluctantly. You never wanted to corner him like this, but you know it has to be done.

“What?” he asks, caught off guard. He looks up from his laptop at you.  There is silence as you pause briefly.

“Do you want to get married?” you repeat and watch as Henry’s expression turns from confusion to anger.

“Why would you ask me that?” he demands.

“Because I need to know,” you reply and Henry huffs. “I can tell talking about the wedding makes you uncomfortable. Nerves are normal and completely acceptable, but you seem to get sad any time I bring up even the smallest detail,” you explain. “Henry, what is going on? Please talk to me,” you plead. Henry’s face is impassive. Then, suddenly, it’s like the weight of the world crashes down on his shoulders. They slump forward, he bows his head and places his head in his hands. “Is this,” you start then stop, painfully aware that you are hurting the man that you love. “Is this because of Ellen?” you ask. Henry’s head raises slowly and he looks at you incredulously.

“What?” he hisses, clearly upset. You swallow hard.

“I’m wondering if this is because you were engaged once and,” you pause to take in a shuddering breath. “And I want to know if this is what you really want or if you are doing it because you think it’s what I want,” you spit out. Henry’s brow is furrowed and there are deep lines between his eyebrows.

“This is what I want,” Henry replies quietly. “I want you, but,” he stops and you hear yourself gasp. Henry’s eyes dart to yours and they are wide. His blue eyes are shining bright with tears. He tries to stand up but you reach out to stop him.

“If - if you’re nervous, then we’ll postpone the wedding,” you say and Henry shakes his head. This time, you let him stand up and pace the small kitchen space.

“No, no, I won’t do that,” he replies. You look at him with pleading eyes but he’s actively avoiding yours.

“Then we’ll just call off the wedding,” you reply. That gets his attention. He stops, turning to face you. His steel-blue eyes immediately find yours. “We’ll wait as long as we need to,” you say firmly despite the fact that your bottom lip is trembling.

“No,” Henry replies just as firmly. “I won’t ask you to wait,” he says.

“I don’t care,” you interject immediately. Henry stares you, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed.

“Well I do,” he says.

“Well I don’t,” you start. “Henry, I’ve waited my whole life for you. If having the life that I want with you means I have to wait a little longer, then so be it. But I refuse to give this up,” you say, gesturing between the two of you. “If you are nervous or the sheer amount of wedding plans overwhelm you, that’s fine!” you exclaim. “But you have to talk to me!” you finish, searching for his eyes again. He’s not looking at you anymore, but at the floor. His shoulders are slumped and his head is hung low.

“I’m not nervous, I’m scared,” he finally says quietly and to the floor. “I’m scared, y/n,” he repeats. He lifts his head and looks up at you. The pain is completely evident on his face. “I’ve tried this once before,” he says. “And it didn’t work and it nearly broke me,” you can hear the pain in his voice and it kills you.

“What are you scared of?” you press quietly. Henry takes in a deep breath through his nose.

“I’m scared of not being enough,” Henry says, softly. “Every time I get close to something, something real, I find out that I’m not enough,” he continues. “And if I lose you, then,” he cuts himself off, not wanting to finish that sentence. You stare at him, tears freely flowing down your face. Before you can even stop yourself, you rush to the kitchen table, grab the wedding book, and immediately toss it in the garbage can. “What are you doing, y/n?” Henry demands. You round on him.

“All I want is you, Henry,” you say. “All I have ever wanted is you and if that,” you point to the trash can where the book is. “Has for one second made you believe that you are not enough for me, then I don’t want it,” you cry. Henry is crying as well. You can see the rivers of tears falling down his cheeks.

“You don’t want to get married?” he asks, his voice small. You close the gap between you.

“I want to be married,” you reply. “To you. I want it all, Henry. I want a house in the suburbs with flower beds that Kal will certainly kill because he pees them constantly,” you say, getting a little chuckle out of Henry. “I want a life with you that involves traveling, midnight pancakes, and as many little chunky versions of you running around as you want,” another light chuckle escapes from Henry. “I don’t need a wedding to satisfy any of those wants, but I do need you, Henry,” you say, looking up at him. You reach out for him and Henry is quick to pull you in for an embrace. Standing up on your tiptoes, you pull him down for a kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and tastes like salt, but you don’t care.

“I don’t want to postpone or cancel the wedding,” Henry murmurs when he comes up for air.

“Okay,” you whisper, sucking on your bottom lip slightly.

“I don’t know what to do, though,” he murmurs. The strain in his voice brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You suck in a deep breath and force a smile onto your face.

“It’s late; how about we go to sleep and reconvene in the morning?” you ask and Henry chuckles a little.

“Okay,” he whispers. Then he leans down and kisses you again, softer this time. “I love you,” he says so quietly you almost can’t hear it. But you do and you smile.

“Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, you are the love of my life,” you say to him and see a small light catch fire in his eyes. Quietly, you take his hand and lead him upstairs. You help him remove his shirt and pants, then you hold him, stroking his hair as he falls asleep. You aren’t a big woman. In fact, you are tiny in comparison to Henry, but that doesn’t stop you from holding him as tight as you possibly can. His head rests on your chest and you press your lips gently into his forehead. Eventually, Henry is in a deep sleep. He shifted so now he’s laying on his back. You’re lying on your side next to him, watching his large chest rise and fall rhythmically.

You replay his words in your head and it makes your heartache. You want to scream at the wedding planner and her stupid book. You sigh deeply knowing that isn’t the root cause of the problem, but it’s something to blame. Gently, you reach out and brush a lock of curls off of his forehead. Henry moves in his sleep and you pause. He doesn’t wake up. Suddenly, you feel the tears burn your eyes as you realize just how much you love this man. You realize just how much you want to marry him. It’s not for the financial security or the “claim to fame.” You have plenty of money on your own and fame never interested you. You just wanted to marry him so you could call him husband and have miniature Henry’s for Kal to play with. You move closer to him and instinctively, he moves to pull you closer to him. As you fall asleep in his arms, you can hear his heartbeat. It’s your favorite sound in the world and you smile to yourself.

The next morning, you stare down into the trash can with a cup of coffee at your lips. Henry walks up behind you and looks down into the can as well.

“I’m not getting my deposit back, am I?” you ask and Henry laughs.

“Probably not,” he replies. You bob your head in agreement and take your foot off the lever. The lid closes with a resounding thunk. Henry goes to grab himself another cup of coffee. You flick through a stack of mail that you���d missed the night before.

“So, I had a thought during my run this morning,” Henry says, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. He nods his head.

“Mhmm,” he replies. “I was thinking about something you said last night,” he explains. “Did you mean what you said about not needing a wedding?” he asks quietly. You stare at him for a moment.

“I meant every single word I said last night,” you reply firmly. Henry smiles and it makes your heart swell.

“That’s a good thing to hear,” Henry replies, walking towards you. “Because I had an idea,” he murmurs as he looks down at you. “What would you say if I asked you to marry me. Tomorrow morning,” he asks and you look at him confused.

“I already said yes, Henry,” you answer and he smiles, shaking his head.

“No, y/n, you misunderstand,” he explains. “I mean, if I asked you to go to the courthouse tomorrow morning to be married, what would you say?” he looks at you expectantly. The breath catches in your lungs.

“Is that what you want?” you ask quietly. Henry watches you with impassivity.

“What would you say?” he repeats and you soften.

“Yes,” you reply. “Yes, a million times yes,” Henry breaks into a wide grin and wraps you up in a hug. “But wait,” you begin. “We need an appointment to do that,” you say and Henry looks at you sheepishly.

“I may have already called to tentatively hold a spot for us,” he says. For a moment you stare at him before you smile wide, giggling. You wrap your arms around his shoulders then stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Tomorrow, you and me,” you say. Henry smiles at you with his eyes closed.

“You and me,” he repeats.

The following morning at 9:00 you and Henry walk hand in hand into the courthouse. Henry is in a simple gray button-down and tan slacks while you are in a plain white skater dress. It’s all very Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big and you actually kind of love it. The appointment is for 9:30, but there is paperwork that you will have to fill out. Both of you wanted to be sure there was enough time to get everything done. You do finish everything with ten minutes to spare. The two of you are allowed into the courtroom where the proceedings will be. There are several couples of all ages waiting and watching. At 9:30 on the dot, the judge calls you up to the front. You and Henry stand in front of him as he says a few words about love and marriage.

“By the power vested in me,” the judge declares. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Son, you may kiss your bride,” he announces proudly. You smile up at Henry. He smiles back, then leans down and kisses you passionately. When he’s done, he smiles down at you with so much joy. The other couples holler and clap for you and you can’t help but beam. On the car ride back to Henry’s house, you discuss how you plan to tell your families. You’re pretty sure everyone is going to be angry, but you don’t care because you are married. More than that, you are married to the man you love. You can’t stop smiling at Henry while he drives. Your hand is extended and gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s smiling the whole time as well, basking in the glow of recently wedded bliss.

—

8 Months Later

After the initial shock, your families came to understand your reasoning. It took some time, but everyone reluctantly accepted your decision. That acceptance was made easier when you explained there would still be a wedding of sorts. Now, several months later, you were still happily wedded to the man of your dreams and getting ready to have a bonafide wedding with your close friends and family.

Ultimately, you decided to get married on the beaches of Jersey. It seemed only fitting. The main concern for both you and Henry was that everything to be sourced as ethically and naturally as possible. Outside of that, the only thing that mattered was that everyone had a good time.

The morning of, you woke up and immediately reach out for your husband. Your hands find his thick frame and you grab hold, pulling yourself next to him. Henry grunts as he wakes up.

“Cold hands,” he complains, shifting so he can wrap you up in his arms.

“Sorry husband,” you reply, giggling a little. You glance up to see a sleepy smile forming across Henry’s lips.

“Good morning wife,” he says quietly. You wiggle your body to snuggle up even closer to him. “Keep that up and you’ll spoil your honeymoon surprise,” he murmurs, causing you to snort.

“Are you excited about today?” you ask him. Henry takes a deep breath in through his nose then smiles down at you.

“Getting married to you, again, in front of all of our friends and family?” he asks rhetorically. “Honestly? Kind of been thinking about just, calling it off,” he says teasingly. You tip your head back and laugh.

“Oh, you think you’re so funny,” you reply to Henry’s proud, smiling face.

“Of course I’m excited to marry you,” he says kissing your forehead.

“Again,” you add and Henry chuckles.

“Again, for the first time or for the billionth time,” he replies. “I would marry you every single day, given the opportunity,” his blue eyes are bright despite having just woken up.

“No nerves? No fear?” you ask. Henry smirks at you as he squeezes his arms around you gently.

“No nerves; no fear; only happiness as I get to embarrass the crap out of you in front of our friends and family,” he teases and you bellow with laughter. He pulls you in tight. You lay there for a while, dozing softly in his embrace. The sound of his heartbeat is still your favorite sound in the world and today is no different. But, your snuggles are cut short when both your phones begin ringing off their hooks. Everyone wants to know where you are and why y’all aren’t up and getting ready yet.

Henry’s parents graciously offered their home for the two of you to use for the wedding. It would be where everyone got ready and later, where the reception was to be held. You and your sisters got to use Henry’s childhood room to get ready in, while Henry and his brothers shared their old rooms. Your mother cried when she saw you in your actual wedding dress. It was a classic a-line dress with a satin top, deep v-neckline, and a flowing chiffon skirt. Your sisters were dressed in varying lilac gowns. A friend flutters around the room, snapping pictures of the experience. Eventually, everyone is ready so you make your way to the cars that will take you down to the beach.

At the beach, many of the guests are already there. Both you and Henry decided to keep it to family and close friends. From where you are, you can see many of your friends from college and work along with several close cousins and aunts. Henry’s family is also there interacting with everyone, including several of his friends, like Jason Momoa, Simon Pegg, and others. You smile at the scene. Someone announces that it’s time to get set up for the ceremony. Looking back out at the chairs, you see Henry standing and laughing with one of his brothers. Your heart beats so hard you think it may push out of your chest. You honestly couldn’t be happier. With some help, you get in place to walk down the aisle to the man of your dreams. Your sisters and Henry’s brothers walk out first and take their seats at the front. Then Henry’s mother goes, followed by your mother and finally, it’s your turn.

The opening guitar strings of “Lullaby” by the Dixie Chicks begin and everyone stands up. With your hand looped through your dad's arm, you begin the slow walk to the arch, to Henry. His head is down with his hands clasped in front of him. As you get closer, he lifts his head and you see the reaction. Every feature softens and a sweet, simple smile forms. Henry was in a pair of tan slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a dark navy suit jacket. His hair was left curly, though tamed, at your request. Your dad kisses your cheek as he hands you off to Henry, who is beaming. You take your place next to him in front of all of your friends and family. Justine asks that you face each other, holding each other's hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today,” Justine, your friend and officiant for the wedding begins. “To see two of the most deserving people get married,” she says. “Again,” everyone laughs at that. The ceremony itself was also very simple. Neither of you wanted anything flashy. A few dozen chairs, a small path, and an arch where you and Henry would exchange vows. Justine gestures to you to begin your vows by handing you the page you gave her earlier.

“Henry, I never meant to fall in love with you,” you read from your notes. “I was convinced that someone could not be as beautiful on the outside as they are on the inside. I was set in my ways to believe that love couldn’t be real and then I met you,” you chuckle a little as feel the tears start to form. “You changed my world in ways that I didn’t even know were possible. Every single day I’m grateful for the chance encounter that brought you into my life. Because now I have the privilege to say I am married to my best friend and my true love,” you look up from your piece of paper with tears in your eyes. “Henry Cavill, I love you with all of my heart and I’m honored to be your wife,” you smile through your tears at him. He’s misty-eyed as he smiles back at you. Justine thanks you then gestures to Henry to begin his vows, handing him his own vows.

“Y/n, I knew the moment I met you, I wanted you in my life,” Henry begins. You laugh at the juxtaposition of your vows. “Your intelligence, kindness, and sarcasm were the first things I noticed about you. And they were the things that made me realize I wanted more,” he sniffles a little as he holds back tears. “Eight months ago you made a decision and I will be forever grateful to you because of that. You chose to accept me in everything that I am, and everything I am not. You chose to love me when I needed it most,” he pauses, trying to collect himself. “Y/n, I love you with all of my heart and I am honored to be your husband,” he finishes through his tears.

“Well, I don’t need to do any of these next steps but I’m going to because I like it and you two can’t take that away from me,” Justine muses. Everyone, including you and Henry laugh. Justine laughs as well before getting serious. “Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, do you take y/n to be yours? For better and for worse? For richer and for poorer? In sickness and in health? To love and to cherish, till death do you part?” she asks, looking at Henry. He smiles back at you.

“I do,” he says to you and only you.

“Y/n, do you take Henry to be yours? For better and for worse? For richer and for poorer? In sickness and in health? To love and to cherish, till death do you part?” now she looks at you. You smile back at Henry, full of love and happiness.

“I do,” you say only to him and watch the smile deepen on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Justine smile wide as well.

“This is my favorite part y’all,” she says and everyone laughs again. Then Justine places her hands on yours and Henry’s. “By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Henry Cavill,” she finishes, releasing her grip. “Not that little judge you went to a few months ago,” she adds quickly. You laugh hysterically and listen as most of your guests do as well. “Y/n, you may now kiss this beautiful man,” she says and you beam.

“With pleasure,” you say, as Henry leans down to kiss you. Everyone claps and cheers as you kiss your husband. The two of you turn to face the cheering crowd with wide smiles. “Love Me Tender” by Stereo Jane plays out as you and Henry walk past your friends and family, hand in hand, husband and wife.

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