Henry Wilson

OC based on Shivering Soldier ("Dunkirk") → please read ← 

[henry-wilson]

Any specific headcanons on where Henry’s hometown is?

Hi 💗

I don't have a city in particular but I believe Henry would come from a very small village, somewhere in the English countryside and close to the sea. I don't think he would leave though...Maybe after coming back from the war? If he had children and his wife already, even less likely for him to move but yeah, it was quite common at the time to be born in a place and just...live there until you die.

[henry-wilson]

Normally I just write Henry's wedding ring that he's wearing in the movie out if I'm gonna do something like write him with a character he meets on the Dawson's boat or after the war or something, but other times I kinda think it would be funny to have a character who's like a nurse or something on Dawson's boat who has a crush on Henry (bc who wouldn't) but is lowkey pouting after they see the gold band on his finger. They mention the ring or wife at some point and poor Henry is just like ??? "I don't have a wife tho???" I have no idea why he would be wearing a ring on his wedding finger if he's not married, but it's still a funny little miscommunication idea that I've had knocking around in my head that I thought I'd share.

I love this!! and you can say that he wears a ring there because it fits better or because he's left-handed! I actually wear a ring on my wedding finger and I'm not wearing because I'm married (apart from all my fictional hubbies) but just because I'm left-handed so it felt more natural to leave it there 🤷🏽‍♀️

but seriously it's such a funny and cute head canon, I love quiproquos!! 💕

[henry-wilson]

Hello, I’m sorry if these questions seem redundant but I’m new. Is it still alright to write fics with Henry if they are henry Wilson x original female character? And is it okay to still use the name Henry Wilson for him even if I were to change a few aspects from what’s been posted on this blog? (For example, having him not have any children). Again sorry if these are dumb questions, I just don’t want to accidentally step on any toes

Hi! Yes, it's completely fine!! It's an OC so he has a backstory but you can totally change that, create something new for your fic! Have a nice day (or evening) 😊💕

[madame-wilsonn]

🎩- A,J,P,Y for Henry Wilson please:) (also congrats on 500 followers, I love your blog so much!)

Thank you so so much for the request!! And sorry it took so long, I hope you like it! 💗

Affection: How affectionate are they? What do they do to show you they love you? What’s their love language?

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Jealousy: Are they jealous? How do they react if you’re jealous?

I don’t see Henry as a very jealous man. He trusts you enough for that. I guess the only thing that could anger him is when men are being disrespectful towards you (which is pretty natural). Although he might show some possessiveness but it’s definitely not jealousy.

I think he finds it endearing! He loves the way you keep staring up and down the girl smiling a bit too much at him. And he’s definitely not complaining about the way you stay close all the time.

He might tease you a bit and smirk at your reaction but he’ll do anything to reassure you: he’ll make sure to kiss your cheek (especially when the girl is looking at him), hold your hand and of course, he’ll remind you you’re the only girl for him.

Protective: How protective are they? How do they react when you have/want to protect them?

Henry is very protective of you! Not in the same way Tommy or Alfie would be for example but he’s the classic family man from the 1940s. He wants you to be safe, to have everything you need. Even after he comes back from the war and your relationship changed, he still looks out for you.

Before the war, if you want to protect him, he finds it cute. As I said, he’s from the 1940s so at that time it was the man’s “job” to protect the woman and not the other way around. But he’d still appreciate, it makes him feel loved and cared for.

After the war though…the idea that you want to protect him is probably enough to make him cry. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know why you’d actually bother but it’s everything he needs. There is a part of him that feels ashamed because he wants to be strong enough you wouldn’t need to protect him. But that’s one of the things that help him heal.

Years: How fast does your relationship evolves? Weeks, months, years?

Considering he’s from the 1940s, your relationship definitely evolves fast. It was pretty common for people to get married only after a few months/a year after dating and I think that’s what would happen here,

However, I do think that the time between when you meet/he has a crush on you and when he actually admits it might be very long. He’s definitely the kind to have a crush on a girl and admit it years later!

[henry-wilson]

Hi! Yes, this blog is still alive. 😇 Not very active, though, and I wanted to narrow down the list of my sideblogs but at the same time I would feel extremely bad with deleting this piece of our small fandom history. 🤣💗

That’s why I reached out to @madame-wilsonn to take the blog over for me! thank you all for this wonderful adventure and I’m still around! 😉 — @retromafia 🌸

[dearshelby-deactivated20240605]

“Don't waste your time on me, love, everyone thinks I'm a coward.”

“I don't think you're a coward, I personally think you're a sweetheart.”

In which after the war, Henry Wilson finds refuge in the garden of a lady's house.

For @madame-wilsonn's 500 followers celebration, congratulations, love 💖

[huntingingoodwill]

Congrats on your milestone! 👏🏻💕

Can I submit a blurb/one shot request for my beloved Henry Wilson with the prompt “I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved.”

masterlist | 300 blurbs <3

pairing: henry wilson x reader

a/n: thank you so much for the request! haven't written for henry in ages so it was a total delight. um. it's kinda long. SORRY i just had fun writing about their friendship :,) for anyone unaware of darling henry, check out @henry-wilson . essential reading. thanks again and i really hope you like it!

It had been ages since you’d last walked on this beach. The salty air seemed so palpable, so familiar, you could almost taste it on your tongue.

You wondered why you had even wanted to leave your seaside town for the city all those years ago, but it didn’t matter now. You were home, finally. You’d missed the countryside, and more than anything, one particular person.

You lifted your head, spotting a figure in the distance as he sat in the sand, eyes trained on the vast ocean. The details of his face were a blur, but your eyes ran over his dark hair, rumpled by the wind. You thought you could even see, beset in his sharp profile, the brilliant blue flash of his eyes as he peered into the sea.

The thunderous crash of a wave underscored your swelling excitement as you felt recognition shoot through you.

“Henry!” You called out, your voice drowned out by the howling wind.

You stumbled toward him, your enthusiasm hindering you as the sand slid from under your feet, but you pressed on, tripping over yourself as your smile grew wider.

“Henry.” You breathed.

His eyes were wide and bewildered as they looked at you. “(Y/N)?”

He was shocked to see you, understandably. Henry had been your friend for years, and you'd kept in contact after you left, but the letters stopped completely when he enlisted. You hadn’t written to him about your homecoming- you’d thought he was still in the army, overseas on the front. You had only found out about his discharge from the military when you arrived in town last night, and it was too late to seek him out by then.

“I’ve moved back! Just taking a stroll.” You sank down beside him, raking your fingers through the sand. “I missed you, Henry.” You sighed, turning to look at him.

The hollows of his cheeks were defined, stark marks of exhaustion painted under each eye. His eyes seemed different, a little darker, the same murky blue as the ocean that stretched out before you. You initially thought his freckled nose and cheeks were red due to the bite of the wind, but the red rims of his eyes and the furrow in his brow made your heart sink.

“What’s wrong?” You asked gently.

Each fluid, rolling motion of the waves seemed to hypnotise him as his gaze travelled for miles, far, far past the horizon. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly.

“They called me a coward, (Y/N).”

The statement triggered a pang of pain to erupt in your chest. Henry was the first person you mentioned when you arrived home the night before. Your housemate filled you in on his dismissal from the military. It was torturous, hearing her ramble on about how the town viewed him since then. The young men were the cruelest. Sneering at him in the street, regarding him with as much viciousness as they could muster.

When he was lucky, he stayed invisible. Head hung, drifting through town like a ghost. It made bile rise in your throat. You hadn’t wanted to believe her. But it was true, of course. True, and endlessly awful.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and your heart wanted to burst as anger bloomed within it. “Henry, you are not a-”

“It wasn’t the first time.” He continued, voice hauntingly steady as the sea roared in your ears.

“Even when they’re kind enough to hold their tongues.” He spat, sardonic. “I feel it. They stare, everywhere I go. Grinning at me, like a joke, (Y/N). It’s suffocating. But it’s written all over me, inescapable.” He turned to you, eyes like a wounded animal’s, boring into your skull.

“Do you know what the worst part is?” His voice crested, brimming and shaking with pain and desperation. It made your head swim. “They’re utterly, completely right. I’m… wrong. I’m broken. I cracked, and I can’t blame them for hating me for it. No one wants to love a time-bomb.”

A muscle in his cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw. He paused, the next words spilling through his lips, voice low and hollow.

“But it is so, so lonely.” He murmured.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to hold him. You hurt for him. Plain and simple.

“I don’t even know why I came here.” He scoffed, gesturing toward the boundless, swelling ocean. “It just reminds me of…” He trailed off.

You got to your feet, yanking him up with you at such a speed you both had to take a moment to steady yourselves.

His hand was freezing cold in yours. He’d been out here for far too long. You wrapped both your hands around his, enclosing his icy fingertips in the warmth of your palms.

“Let’s get you out of here, alright?”

He nodded, trailing beside you as you walked hand in hand, away from the shore. You broke the silence as the ocean receded behind you.

“You know what this beach reminds me of?” You spoke.

He shook his head.

“We used to swim here, remember? You had to drag me out of the water every time because I never wanted it to end.” You smiled. “And when I finally gave in, you’d let me sit on the back of your bike, and you’d cycle so fast that by the time we got to your house your hair would be dry from the wind.”

You saw his lips quirk upward as he navigated the sandy incline, kicking out the pebbles from beneath him.

“You used to scream bloody murder whenever I made too sharp a turn.” He mumbled.

“And you’d always stop to check if I was alright.” You laughed. “You’ve always been too good to me. You sunburnt after those trips, too, every single time.”

“Only because you refused to get out of the water.” His smile grew.

“I’ll admit it was my fault. But I’d always make it up to you, no? We’d go somewhere you liked after, hiking all those trails through the woods, stopping every second to look at some… special type of moss I had no idea about.” You glanced at him, and his head dipped as he smiled shyly, reminiscing. “Or we’d go to the park and sit by the pond, where you knew the ducks despised me.”

“They loved me, though.” He chuckled.

“Only ‘cause you kept feeding them.” You hummed. You stopped walking, feet digging into the sand as you tugged on his hand. He turned to you.

“That’s what I remember when I see this beach.” You said. “The good memories. And I wish more than anything that those memories could help you forget. I wish they could take away from what you've experienced, but I know they can’t.” You clapped your hands over his shoulders.

“But we can make better, new memories now. Whatever those idiots in town say, it’s all… bullshit. My Henry isn’t a coward. He’s brave, smart, and kind. You’ll always be all those things, and so much more, no matter what.” You cupped his jaw with your hands, his hands circling your wrists as you gazed at each other. “And I’ll be damned if anyone makes my Henry feel like he isn’t worthy of being loved.” He frowned, eyes flickering away. You held onto him.

“You say you’re lonely. I wish I could take the pain away, Henry, I really do. We’ve always been honest with each other, so I’ll say this now. I don’t know if I can. But I’ll always be there for you. When you’re happy, when you’re hurting, whatever. Always.” You stated.

He reached for you, closing the distance between you, pink lips tinged slightly blue by the cold as he pressed a kiss to your mouth. He dropped his head to your shoulder as you wrapped each other in a hug. His hair brushed your jaw as you pressed your cheek to the top of his skull, his face burrowed in the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go.” You whispered. “I’ll make you some tea. Then… we’ll go somewhere nice. Less dreary, less grey. Somewhere you like. Like the woods. Or the park, by the pond. Like old times, yes?”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you continued walking.

“Yes.” He replied, chest rumbling as he spoke. “Like old times. Together.”

[henry-wilson]

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[michaelmoonsbookshop]

Wild Flowers Where to find them and how to know them 

beautiful Victorian book c1875

[datewithgianni]

@retromafia  @madame-wilsonn @henry-wilson is a lucky man and has several women who remember him every time we see flowers. Another beautiful book for his collection.

[thesoldiersminute]

Cillian Murphy | The Edge Of Love (2008)

[sosuperawesome]

Botanical Mirrors

S Robertson Designs on Etsy

[datewithgianni]

@retromafia @madame-wilsonn  Oh I can imagine @henry-wilson being a small florist business, this will be one of the products he would sell, flower bouquets and centerpieces, etc.

[springsteens]

modern!Henry TOTALLY 🥰🥰🥰

[callsign-fangirl]

Soft Henry Wilson with his family at Christmas 🎄😌 🎁❤

@retromafia @haileyybird @madame-wilsonn

[heaveninawildflower]

Decorative cover of ‘Beautiful Wild Flowers’ by Isaac Sprague. Text by A.B. Hervey. Published 1887 by Nims & Knight

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[datewithgianni]

@retromafia @henry-wilson @madame-wilsonn Oh this is a gift from Christmas to Henry Wilson

[madame-wilsonn]

Being married to Henry and living in the countryside

“the dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees — to learn something by being nothing”

- Mary Oliver

A/N: well here it is! i wanted to do this for a while but needed the time to prepare it! i am in no way some sort of professional editor or have any skill, this is just to show my undying love to this sweet OC inspired by the shivering soldier in Dunkirk. So please, tell me what you think, I would love to hear your feedback and criticism (as long as it’s constructive 😉), I love you all, take care and stay safe 🤍✨

[madame-wilsonn]

🎩I love all of them (a genuinely very good template, omg) but I'm going to go with A, I, O, P, Q for Alfie, please!

🥂FMK: Henry Wilson, William Killick, Tommy Shelby (I think this is the best question to ask Henry lovers, sorry not sorry.)

🎻Alfie Solomons

🎻Henry Wilson

🏰Tell me the vibe of where you live (you don't have to specify where where). Romanticise it as if it were a book.

Merci, chérie!! I hope you like it!! ❤️✨

Affection: How affectionate are they? What do they do to show you they love you? What’s their love language?

He. Is. So. Affectionate. Like I really think he has the whole scary gangster facade but he’s the biggest softie for his girl. He’s not scared to show you he loves you, he’ll never turn down any kind of kisses, hugs or cuddles and I want to believe that he’s the kind to be « absentmindedly affectionate » (I’ll explain lol). By that, I mean that he touches you all the time, not even realizing it sometimes, he’ll always have a hand on the small of your back or around your shoulders, if you come by his office or when he’s reading, he will naturally take your hand and let you sit on his lap, this sort of thing.

Apart from the physical affection, he’ll show how much he loves you by any way he can. He’ll drown you in piles of gifts, jewelry, dresses, whatever your heart desires. He will also participate in any activity with you if you ask. Let’s say you enjoy gardening, he’ll help you put them in the ground or water them if you’re not around. The man is just so in love with you that it’s like…flowing all around him and he kind of showers you with it because it’s too much to handle for one person, he might explode if he doesn’t do that.

In terms of love language, I think I’ve made that pretty clear but I’d say his is physical touch! And if I ranked them, it would go: physical touch, gifts, quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation.

Insecurity: What are they insecure about? What can you do to help? How do they comfort you when you’re insecure?

In the beginning, not much. The only thing he might be insecure of is his lifestyle which he doesn’t think is very suited for you, he doesn’t want you to get hurt or be unhappy because of it so I believe he’ll get slightly insecure at times. However, if it’s later on, when he learns about his cancer and Tommy screws up half of his face, he’d get much more insecure. Primarily because of his illness, he feels like he’s holding you down. You’re healthy and young and he is far from that, there are days where he’s too tired to even get out of bed, days where he can’t find the energy to talk or participate in activities you usually do. To that, you can add the fact that he finds himself hideous and this as well as the cancer makes him feel like you’re staying because you might feel bad about giving up on him, letting him die alone. He wants what’s best for you and he just doesn’t think he’s it.

The thing to do in those moments is to make it clear you don’t stay because you think you have to, you don’t stay for some obligation he might be imposing. The reason you’re staying is because you love him, because you want to, because you’ll always be by his side, for better or worse and it doesn’t matter how he looks or how tired he is. And as I mentioned before, he values words a lot so hearing it coming from you will help him feel better.

He hates to think you could be insecure about anything because you’re absolutely perfect to him but he understands. Everyone feels a bit blue at some point, even him. So what he does is pretty simple: he grabs your hand, makes you sit on his lap and just shushes down the bad thoughts by reminding you how phenomenal you are and yes, it won’t make everything all unicorns and rainbows but it does work pretty well!

Open: How hard is it for them to voice their feelings? How and when do they tell you they love you? Do they let you in easily?

I think that even if he’s great at showing how much he loves you, it’s much harder for him to say it. In my head, I picture him as the kind to be a bit clumsy with his words around you. For example, if he complimented you by saying « you look pretty today », i just see him realize that you may take it the wrong way because « wait…it means you weren’t pretty yesterday…but you were… » and start rambling. But it’s not hard for him because he doesn’t want to or because he doesn’t know how, he’s just much better at showing you than repeat it all day long. Although in important moments or if you need to hear it, he’ll tell you. So really, I think what’s hard for him is that for the first time in a very long time he feels all ridiculous and blushy and all that, it’s just very different from the whole gangster persona he had.

As I said, I think he tells you he loves you when there is a reason because I don’t see him say it all the time, just like that. He values words a lot and he doesn’t want to « overuse » it, he wants you to feel how much meaning it has whenever he says it, even if it’s not every single day. So when he says it, ughhh!! He just looks straight in your eyes, his hands on your cheeks and with his gruff voice: « I love you » and you just melt right on the spot…

I think he doesn’t really you in at the beginning because he’s a smart man so he’s not going to tell you everything about him within the first week you know him. However, once you’re in an established relationship, he lets most of his guards fall, he trusts you with his life and he’s not ashamed of it.

Protective: How protective are they? How do they react when you have/want to protect them?

The answer is so obvious but Alfie is extremely protective of you. You’re literally untouchable and anyone who dares to even upset you will regret it. It’s not really developed in the show but he probably lost everyone (since they don’t mention anyone close to him) so the last thing he wants is to lose you as well and he’ll do whatever he has to do to prevent that from happening. So be ready to never be out of Alfie’s sight some way or another because that man is not letting anything happen to you.

Now when it comes to protect him, he’s going to find it endearing and slightly funny because in his mind you can’t protect him from anything, you shouldn’t have to. He’s the one who makes you safe, not the other way around but he’ll love the way you get whenever you want to protect him from something.

Quarrels: What is it like to have a fight with them? How are they when they’re angry?

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Now the FMK:

So funnily enough, I’ve never watched The edge of love. I know the story more or less, I know it’s very sad but I don’t know much else so sorry I’m going to have to kill him because I have less…affection for him? It feels really mean to say that. But that’s great because if I kill him, I don’t have gifs for my Henry fics 😫

Then there’s Tommy, I won’t marry him for sure because 1) he’s already married to my friend and I don’t do that and 2) he would probably drive me so mad I would end up depressed or worse. Especially if I’m like…he’s second wife after Grace. So sorry honey, as much as I love you, I won’t marry you. And i’m not really interested in fucking so what about a nice hug? Or a gentle kiss on the forehead?

And finally my dear sweet little Henry, I love you so much and even if we have like 👌🏼 this much info about you, I know you’ll be the most suited to be my husband 😌

So in conclusion:

Fuck Kiss/Hug: Thomas Shelby

Marry: Henry Wilson

Kill: William Killick

🎻 for Alfie: okay so ever since Alfie moved to Margate and takes Cyril on walks, he has discovered a new passion: picking up seashells. He has a beautiful jewelry box he got…in some very questionable ways and keeps them there. He even trained Cyril to find them so whenever they’re on the beach he’ll tell him to go fetch the seashells and he’ll look for some on his side. It’s a simple activity he enjoys, it passes time and he finds some real gems sometimes!

🎻 for Henry: he bakes a delicious apple cake. It was something he used to do with his mother, every Wednesday afternoon as a little boy. He would sit with her in the kitchen and she would show him how to cut the apples, break the eggs using only one hand or whip the batter the right way so the cake is all nice and fluffy. I can see him bake this cake for his wife’s birthday or with his kids later as some sort of tradition. They’d go to the backyard to pick up fresh apples from the apple trees then spend the whole afternoon in the kitchen, making their granny’s famous cake together.

Where I live, there are mountains surrounding the place everywhere. No matter where you look, you’ll see mountains. At sunrise and sunset, the mountains turn a warm pink, offering us the most beautiful view. I live in a small apartment, in an old house with a tiny garden to host tea parties and birthdays.

When I go out in the morning, I enjoy the fresh breeze on my face, instantly waking me up. I pass by a small bakery, right across the corner behind my place and it smells like freshly baked bread in the morning, sometimes I just take a second to enjoy it.

The tramway ride to school is always the best place to relax, especially when it’s empty. With some nice music in my ear, I can write, study or just get lost in my own daydreams. It gives me enough strength before I have to face the day. It’s probably one of my favorite moments in the day.

We stop right in front of a small market and I always tell myself that, when I’ll have time, I’ll go there. It may sound funny but it’s one of the things I want to do next year: go more to the farmer’s market.

We also pass the great river of my city. It’s a very calming place, I’d like to walk there more often. The sound of the flowing water, the cold biting my cheeks, wrapped in my coat and my big scarf, blowing steam out of my mouth, always marveling over the snowy mountains.

My school is right behind the hospital which means I get to stop in front of it every day, it gives me motivation. I see all the doctors and nurses leaving the tramway, walking the stairs to reach the gigantic building and just for a second, I like to imagine myself doing the same thing.

The city I live in now is far from being the prettiest or better than the one I grew up in but I slowly get to see all of its potential and…let’s say I like it a little bit more every day

[madame-wilsonn]

🎩 Hey darling! B (birthday) & S (secrets) for Henry, please? ❤

Aaah a Henry request!! Thank you!! 💖💖

Birthday: What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?

He’s adorable on your birthday!! He’ll pick up flowers according to their meaning and offer them to you when you wake up along with the most perfect breakfast in bed. As I said here, I have this hc that he makes a wonderful apple cake so he’ll bake it for you and get ready to not lift one finger the whole day! He’ll probably take you to some nice place during the day for a nice birthday picnic if the weather is good enough or cook your favorite meal if it’s during a colder season. If you have kids, he’ll make sure they spend the night with their grandma or a neighbor so you can have a romantic evening, just the two of you and probably take you to a restaurant and then dancing.

It doesn’t matter to him, he’ll be over the moon just if you wish it to him. Of course, he’s gonna be very happy if you offer him a gift or if you organize something special but even if you didn’t, just having you by his side would be more than enough! But he does love it when you wake him up by singing “happy birthday” to him while bringing him his favorite breakfast in bed.

I think Henry is a good listener so he’ll know what you like and what you don’t like. He puts a lot of thoughts in your gift and never buys it last minute, he always tries to have the idea months before and starts planning then. It’s really hard for you though because he always puts the bar so high, always offering the perfect present: a book you mentioned one time, a beautiful tea set you saw in a shop months before, an antique brooch you found too expensive to buy…so yeah, saying he’s good at giving gifts is almost an euphemism!

Secrets: Do they keep secrets from you? How do they react if you’ve hidden something from them?

The only secrets Henry might be hiding are all the war related things which is completely understandable but other than that, he doesn’t keep anything away from you. He trusts you more than anyone else and I see him as a very honest man, he doesn’t lie to you or do things he can’t tell you about. He knows that if he has to hide doing something from you then it’s not a good thing and he shouldn’t do it.

Now, he expects for you to behave the same way so if you hide something from him, he’ll definitely feel very hurt. He’ll realize that he may trust you with his life, you don’t and it would be more or less terrible depending on how bad the secret is. He won’t understand either why you felt the need to hide something from him which will probably make him doubt his relationship with you: is he such a bad husband that you need to keep secrets away from him? did he wrong you somehow to make you feel this way? is it because you don’t trust him? because you don’t love him anymore? And it may seem way too over the top but for me, he’s someone who, as I said, is very honest and he believes that you shouldn’t have secrets for each other, you should be able to share whatever is troubling you because that’s what your marriage is built on: trust. So yeah, he’ll be very hurt and it would most likely send him through this whole…spiraling where he’d try to understand your behavior so please, don’t keep secrets away from him, don’t hurt him, he’s a good man :(

[springsteens]

Also can I have 43 from blue banisters with my baby Henry? 🥺🤍

Hello, Anna! Another one for you for OUR baby Henry. 🤣😚

HENRY WILSON (“SHIVERING SOLDIER”) + “Don’t have to write me a letter ‘cause I’ll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, my dear.” prompt

WORD COUNT: 480

You met him in the park under a big tree on the bench. Your usual spot and your prettiest dress for a special, sad occasion. Some people were saying it could be the last time you’d see him…

Henry showed up a bit late than usual. He was in his brand new uniform already and your eyes welled with tears.

“Hi, butterfly,” he greeted you with his usual pet name but his voice broke despite his wide smile.

“Hi, soldier,” you waved at him and Henry sat next to you to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Got something for my girl,” he handed you a small box.

“Oh, Henry, you didn’t have to…!” you gasped and opened it. There was his picture inside and a necklace with his ring.

“So you don’t forget me, butterfly, hm?” his finger caressed your cheek gently like you were made of glass.

“I would never, Henry,” you sniffled and put your arms around his neck to hug him. “Will you take my picture with yourself, too?”

“I already have it packed.”

“I will write to you every day!” you promised.

“That’s very kind of you but don’t worry. Don’t have to write me a letter ‘cause I’ll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, my dear.”

“Oh, Henry…!” you burst into tears and he made a worried expression before wiping your tears carefully with his fingertips. “I know you’ll be with me always…” you squeezed his ring in your hand. “But what about you? You’ll feel so lonely there… I will write to you.”

“I don’t want you to forget about me but I’m not selfish, (Y/N). I don’t want you to think about me too much. Don’t wait for me.”

“I will wait forever, Henry.”

“I might not come back,” he chuckled nervously.

“Then forever alone I shall stay,” you whispered. “I won’t allow any other man to even steal a kiss from me because my lips, my body, my heart... They belong to you.”

“You’re so sweet,” his eyes welled with tears as well and he looked away quickly to blink a few times. “I still don’t know why I’m so lucky… Out of all the boys here, I am the luckiest.”

“If you consider yourself so lucky, what are your plans after coming back from the war?” you asked playfully to distract yourself from sadness.

“I will marry you if you still want me then.”

“I will always want you, Henry Wilson.”

“You know what they say… Some men… They come back but they come back different,” he swallowed thickly.

“I will always want you,” you repeated seriously and cupped his face to make him turn his head around and look at you again. “Better and worse, kind and mean, happy and sad, dead and alive. It will always be you.”

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