pray | h.c.
- henry cavill x f!reader
warnings: abusive boyfriend turned ex abusive boyfriend, fluff, henry cavill being soft, angst, kinda in detail abuse (verbal mostly), language, reader called a slut once or twice, not beta'd, lmk if I've missed anything!
*please read all warnings before continuing*
synopsis: henry can't stand y/n getting abused anymore
ruth's a/n: obviously this is inspired by pray, by jessie murph. it's such an emotional song, yet it's so vocal. I love it. as always, don't be afraid to talk to somebody if you're in an abusive relationship. text anyone, even me, and I'll do my best to help out. anyhow, I hope you all enjoy. been feelin' angsty these past couple of days.
gif credit: @henrycavilledits
henry feels downright stupid.
he should have seen the way you tremble, or the way you react negatively to certain sounds on set. but he didn't, and he feels sorry.
the first time henry should have done something was when you got one of the potential love interest roles with henry's character, and you and the cast went out to celebrate. your boyfriend had tagged along, simply because, "'its a cruel world out there babe.'"
you hardly talked to anyone, especially henry. maybe he was too standoffish? who knew. but you wouldn't look at him, and almost only talked to the females at the table.
when it came time to order, his eyes watched over to you softly as you dragged your finger over the menu, reading everything word for word, looking at the prices. when you stopped at the thing you most craved, you showed your boyfriend, smiling as you told him what you wanted. however, your boyfriend grabbed your hand and moved it down the page, placing your finger over the salad. your smiled faltered, but you kept it up so you didn't ruin the mood.
henry glared at your boyfriend the entire time after that, giving you the occasional attention everytime you tried to say something to everyone else, though deciding against it 'cause you thought it didn't matter. you did laugh when jokes were shared, shedding literal tears at about every joke henry said. but it was only when you all were leaving, did he notice two things; you didn't even touch your salad. and two, when it was mentioned that the bill be split up, you internally winced. you had paid for the meal you didn't eat or want, and also, forcefully paid for your boyfriends meal, only after he said he didn't have money.
before your boyfriend left, you gave him a goodbye hug, eye twitching when he pecked your cheek. the studio paid for your rooms as it was cheaper than to rent trailers for every actor, which you were thankful for. henry opted to drive you, noticing how you were near last to leave, sitting on the bench infront of the restaurant. but you denied, glaring at him when he sat next to you.
the second time henry should have noticed, was when you and him were filming an argumentative scene.
hours before, you had came in with a bruise on your wrist, an area he was sure your boyfriend kept grabbing. you lied though, saying you jammed it in a door, which wasn't partially a lie, as you slammed the door on your way out of the hotel room, jamming your wrist at how fast the door closed behind you.
and now, as henry yelled his lines at you, you couldn't help but cry, yelling back, finger jamming into his chest as you screeched at him.
"how dare you accuse me of lying, c/n! I've given you everything this relationship has to offer; attention, love, that feeling of being wanted! and what do I get, hm? nothing but a facefull of accusations because I'm too 'me' for you to love!"
henry's heart broke multiple times throughout the scene, as he knew this was more than acting. he's been in the industry longer than you have, so he knew the difference between acting and acting.
when the director had called cut, you began to wipe your tears, feeling dread swallow you whole. half of those lines weren't in the scrip, and if you had to redo it, it wouldn't be this heartfelt.
henry reached out to you, bringing you into a hug. he looked around him, noticing how everyone was in tears, knowing you gave it your all.
"it's okay my love, let it out."
what henry had failed to tell you, is that your boyfriend arrived on set not just a second ago, and was watching you both as your back was towards him, your head in henry's neck, arms gripping at the fabric on his back. he kissed your temple, smoothing your hair down as he kept his eyes on your boyfriend, a silent smirk displayed on his face.
"you're gonna be okay, understood?"
the third and final time henry had enough of your boyfriend and his abusive tendencies, was when you when he left you alone for only a few minutes.
ever since the arguing scene, henry refused to leave your side; and you his. it was then at this point in time, you realized that you felt safe with henry, and that you felt loved around and by him. everytime your boyfriend asked you to go back to your hotel room, you said you had more work to do, or just went to henry's room, which was on the very end of the hall. him and his room both became a safe heaven for you, and you didn't mind the occasional butterflies you got around him.
but henry was needed by the director one day, and he weakly smiled at you, apologizing when he had to leave you.
you decided to wait for him by the snack table. it was his favourite spot to be after scenes, and you thought it'd be an easy spot for him to see you when he was done speaking to the director.
but as quick as you sat down, you felt someone fist you hair, nails digging into your scalp. this wasn't henry, and you knew it.
"you know, I knew you were a slut."
your boyfriend yanked your head back so that your face would face his, eyes locking. the sheer pain from his grip, the arch in your back to relieve as much pain as possible, and the stretch of your neck, was enough to make tears well in your eyes, his words biting your ear.
"figured you'd be, especially after him comforting you. that was a nice treat to see. had a hard day, only to find out that my girlfriend is fucking her costar."
you shook your head, hands gripping his in an attempt to remove them from your head, weak words leaving your mouth.
"no, no. you're wrong!"
and like magic, henry had appeared. with rage in his eyes, jaw set tight, he pushed your boyfriend away from you, bending down to comfort you. but it didn't work much as your boyfriend saw red, fist aiming for him.
though henry had, somewhat, combat training- if only theatrical combat. nonetheless, henry landed a punch to the man's gut, grabbing your hand as he backed down. someone would for sure film this, and it'd go viral.
with a nod from henry, you took in a breath, looking at your boyfriend. "I, I just want to say that, um," god, breathe, "that I want to break up with you."
henry moved you infront of him, so that his back was to your ex boyfriend, just in case he wanted to start something up again. but as henry looked back, he saw the shock and realization on his face, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, dialing the police as he signaled for security to apprehend him, the entire time, his hand enclosed around yours.
y'all, opinions? lmk if you want to be tagged in anything, or just go fill out my form, linked on my main masterlist. I've decided to rewrite chapter two to yuanfen, having been very displeased with how I wrote it. hope you all understand.
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