My brain is finally working again and using it's full mental capacity to write a story (im thinking a series) but for now... ENJOY A CUTE LITTLE GATSBY BLURB FOR MY GATSBY FANATICS!
Hope is a funny thing.
Within a moment, you have it, a small yet sharp spark in your belly that slowly spreads throughout your body until it reaches the top of your head until the bottom of your toes. It makes the tears that dare to fall from your eyes stop, all the rushing thoughts of doubt flee for just a second. Hope is a feeling that everyone gets every once in a while. Hope is a burning flame that engulfs you once acted upon.
Hope is a dream killer.
Jay Gatsby stood at the edge of the dock in silence, watching the waves of the shore roll towards him, crashing into each other with a soft whoosh. The moon was bright tonight. It lit his entire body, making him appear as if he was a mere ghost from behind. His arm was extended, as if reaching across the shore for something. For someone.
I watched from a small distance away, eyes sliding over his figure as I always did. He was tall and strong, more than other men I’d seen at his parties. They always held themselves with stubborn pride. But Gatsby… he held himself with a stubbornness of love. Never quite staying but never letting go.
I pushed my feelings down and breathed in slowly as I approached him, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Jay,” I said.
He jumped slightly, breathing my name. “You scared me, Dove,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side as his other hand covered mine. “What’re you doing up so late?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, looking out across the bay. A small yet green light stared back at me, mocking and taunting. I already knew the answer as to what he was doing. He did it every night without fail. “It’s nearly midnight, you know.”
“Is it? I must’ve lost track of time,” he said in a far away voice. I spared a glance at him to see his green gaze locked on the light across from us. My jaw tensed as I looked, too. How could a man like his, so caring and kind and thoughtful, deserve the mental pains he struggled with daily?
“I see.” I breathed in slowly, forcing the pains I felt down. “You have an early day tomorrow. Please, come to bed.”
“I…” Jay sighed, finally tearing his gaze away to look down at me. There was so much sadness and anger behind his eyes, but what was even more worrisome was the hope that was beginning to sprout. Hope that she would find him and come for him soon. Hope that she would love him.
I felt like crying. I felt like jumping in the water in front of me and drowning. I felt like grabbing him by the shoulders and reminding him that I’d been here for all of the harsh years life has thrown at him. I wanted to remind him that she hadn’t.
I didn’t though. I just smiled up at him. “Come to bed, Jay,” I whispered. Slowly, the big smile I grew to love sprouted on his face, stretching across his teeth beautifully.
“Okay,” he agreed, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Let’s go to bed, Dove.” However, they didn’t move towards the house. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips to mine, making me sigh in relief. It was soft and loving and intimate and my entire body reacted to it. My hand crept up to his collar to pull him closer.
Jay slowly pulled back, biting my bottom lip softly. “I love you,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, savoring those words, silently wishing they were fully true.
“I love you, too,” I replied, grasping his hand and pulling him away towards the house. Another huge smile spread on his face as he stumbled along the dock behind me. Hope crawled into my mind as we opened the door and I smiled, turning to the bay one more time. She might have a hold in his mind during the day, but for tonight, his hope was in my love.
Fuck you, Daisy Buchanan. He’s mine.
...this was kinda shitty and I lowkey hate the ending but hopefully you like it! Love you all!
Like and reblog please!! Constructive criticism and writing tips are welcome💛💛!
If reqs are still open (cool if they aren't you can just ignore me) can I get a Jay Gatsby x reader where reader comes from a poor background but doesn't know Jay also comes from one and is kind of embarrassed about her status in comparison to his/worries he'll end up wanting someone richer?
”say it again”
jerjordan!jay gatsby x female!reader
note: more jay requests i beg i love these 😔
his touch toyed with her fingertips, the only sound being their gentle breaths. she was leaning against his chest, the sheets loosely covering them, simply allowing the couple to indulge in this quiet moment.
he gently took her wrist, his thumb brushing over the pulse, feeling the soft thrum of her heart beneath, keeping him grounded, lost in this perfect moment. a grain of in the sands of time that he never wished to forget.
and while he found himself in pure bliss, her own mind was in turmoil. every night with jay was… perfect. it always was. the feelings he brought out in her were unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
during the bliss, her mind was clouded with thoughts of him. there was truly no way to overthink when such a man was hovering over her, whispering lovely words to her. he consumed her body and soul, her only thought of jay gatsby.
and yet it was the aftermath, in the quiet intimate moments that caused her mind to wander.
why her? why was she spending her nights entangled in his sheets with him? why was she the one chosen to sidle by him at his parties? why was she chosen to be cared for by him? she was a simple girl, he’d met her in a flower shop for heaven’s sake! not exactly the most romantic of places, especially considering it was simply her family’s shop, not some big extravagant boutique that all the rich women resided in.
so why her? he could do better, not that she wished him too, but he could.
“your thinking is rather loud, petal.” the low grumble of his voice sent a wave through her. “i believe i was being quiet.” she replied gently. he hummed, pecking the side of her head. “what thoughts are filling that pretty head of yours? thoughts of me, perhaps?” his tone was teasing, bringing a soft smile to her lips.
“i’m always thinking of you.” she felt his fingers toying with her mused hair, leaning into his touch. “you plague my every thought, jay.”
“as do you, flower.”
and there it was again, that doubt. she trusted him, her trust in him weighing far more than anything, but that voice would always try and convince her… that she wasn’t enough.
“petal?” he noted the shift, the change, his dark brows furrowing. “darling, what is it?”
“why me?” the words came faster than she intended. he tilted his head curiously. “why you?”
“jay, you are the richest man in new york. women flirt with you constantly, and yet-“
“you’re the one in my bed, darling.”
“jay-“
“you do realize that i was a poor man myself?” the words surprised her. despite the relationship being new, it was a surprise to hear. “pardon?” she knew it had taken him a bit to build up his status, but never had she realized he started out… so low.
“mhm. just a boy, penniless. i wasn’t born into all this, i worked for it.” he began, “it was a process, long and hard, and here i am. a mansion, all the money i could ever need.. the most gorgeous girl.” he hummed, pecking at her neck. she giggled softly as he continued, “but that, my petal, is a story for another day.. just know.. your status does not define your worth. you are worth all the goodness in the world.”
a small smile graced her lips. “you truly think so..?”
he nodded, “i know so. and i will continue to prove it to you until my dying day…” he trailed off, meeting her gaze.
“my darling flower, i want to spend all of eternity giving you the love you should’ve always received.”
she felt her chest tighten, eyes widening slightly. “love?” she echoed.
he found himself nodding. “love. yes. is that too soon?”
“too soon..?” her voice was so soft. so gentle.
“i love you dearly, my flower.” he whispered, pecking at her neck gently. “i love you more than life itself. and i will continue to love you.”
“oh jay..”
“if it is too soon, i do not wish you to be forced to say it, but i cannot contain it any longer. i love you.”
“i love you,” she shot back, so gently, but so sincerely. she meant it, she truly did. from the bottom of her heart, she truly loved jay gatsby.
“yes?”
“yes.. yes i do.”
his lips found hers, kissing them gently, “say it again petal,” he had to hear it, the words he’d been wanting to hear for so very long.
“i love you.”
the words would be engraved in his soul for he could now devote his life to truly and wholeheartedly loving her.
idk if you're doing anymore little drabbles or blurbs but the thought of sweet girl coming in her cute sundress to greet ray outside after looking good from getting some yard work done only to be fucked by him because he just can't help himself without good looking his sweet girl looks 🫣
'Look At The Roses...'
pairing: Ray Manchester/f!reader
~ in which sweet girl interrupts ray's gardening to entice him to take a break. and what's this? she's in another sundress? hot (sweet) girl summer!
I LOVE GETTING LITTLE REQUESTS LIKE THIS! sorry for how long this took - i was busy the last couple days. you may not have noticed, but my gardening knowledge is pretty limited and i only really know about quaint english gardens filled with flowers and fruit trees. but we can imagine!
word count: 3.7k
rating - MDNI - spicy content! porn without plot, established relationship, marriage, references to children, slight voyeurism, p-in-v sex, m + f-receiving oral, nipple play, rough sex, outdoor sex, no condom, grinding, implied round two, breeding kink, implied impregnation... yeah, i went there. no (y/n) - reader is only referred to as 'sweet girl'. let me know if i missed anything!
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"where's my doofus?"
ray grinned upon hearing that melodious voice. it filled the afternoon air like birdsong, perfectly in tune with the buzzing of the bees, the windchime above the porch, and the low hum of the radio in the garage.
he’d never known peace like this in all his born days, kneeling beside a flowerbed in the garden that was quickly becoming his little slice of heaven. and it was all because of her.
“over here, sweet girl," he called over his shoulder, hearing the little thud-tap-tap-thud of her approaching footsteps. barefoot, if he wasn’t mistaken.
his wife loved the warm and balmy summer days. she blessed his sights with visions of her in creamy, blush-coloured dresses with ribbons in her hair, dancing around as she visited the herbaceous paradise he lovingly tended for her.
he planted fragrant lavender and honeysuckle, potted her favourite herbs and vegetables in a greenhouse, and nurtured the old peach tree back to life until it beared the literal fruits of his labour - all so his precious wife could twirl and dance under the sun, trimming this, smelling that, bringing him treats to taste.
the doofus did it all for her, discovering he had quite the green thumb when he put his mind to it.
"found you!" sweet girl exclaimed, and the man melted when she smiled upon seeing how he hunched over, a trowell in one hand and a semi-mature seedling in the other. "and you're planting my roses!"
"anything for you, darlin'," he replied gruffly, acting like it was no big deal, but her praise made him do the thing.
ray puffed out his chest with pride, smiling because he made her happy, and that was a big deal. even if that involved getting all dirty and sweaty, it was worth it.
he let her watch him work, digging a small hole and gently placing the plant inside. with a little dirt swept over the sides, he tucked it into the earth, safe and snug to begin growing, just like his wife wanted for their haven.
"to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked after brushing his hands together and standing up with a small groan. his knees weren’t what they used to be, but sweet girl didn’t notice. she was too busy taking in the sheer size of him, huge and hulking in a tight tank top and well-worn jeans.
she looked as beautiful and perfect as he imagined. flowy, flowery dress, hair scraped up from her nape, wearing no sandals or shoes, just the diamond-encrusted jewellry he gave her. his pretty girl, glittering in the daylight, bathed in golden rays. and she carried a tray of lemonade.
"can't a wife come out and see her husband when he's making the garden all pretty for her?" sweet girl asked, putting an innocent pout on those plump lips after placing the tray on a small, iron table.
sometimes, they liked to sit there on warm evenings, bouncing their teething toddler until the fireflies came out, and that was when she got the idea that the scent of her clematis and geraniums would compliment some roses.
he huffed a laugh, knowing his sweet girl was far from innocent, but she made a good impression in that dress. his filthy hands and sweat-stained skin would surely ruin it, but she’d gotten used to his muddy fingerprints and heady scent now–had her laundry method down to a tee for removing garden stains.
so, he grasped her waist and pulled her close, quickly becoming intoxicated when he smelled the flowery shampoo in her hair and the richness of baking cookies on her skin.
"only if she pays him in kisses."
"silly doofus..." sweet girl shook her head, fussing slightly at the thought of another dirtied dress, but the thought of her doofus’ lips was too great.
she smiled and pulled him closer by the nape of his neck, smooching his lips with a satisfied hum. his saltiness mingled with the sweet, enticing enough to have the doofus chasing her kiss when she pulled away far too soon.
"...pretty dress," he said quietly, brushing their lips together with each word as his thumbs rubbed the soft cotton hugging her hips.
"you always say that."
"’cos it's true." he shrugged, a silly, goofy grin on his handsome face. his hands slid lower, gathering bunches of fabric in his fists, turning the cream and dusty brown.
"pretty dress. makes your tits look great."
"raymond!" he threw his head back and cackled when she scolded him like that, whacking his shoulder for being so crude…even if the built-in corset did cinch her in and create a phenomenal bustline.
"isn't that why you wear it?" ray asked, quirking a brow as his gaze lowered, greedily drinking in the exposed flesh of her delicate throat and collarbones. "to make me lose my mind?"
her cleavage was especially inviting, jutting out in soft fat and plunging into a deep valley for him to squeeze, lick, bury his face into. from his high angle, he had a bird’s eye view, seeing nothing but the dress’ lace-up front and her tits. she wasn’t wearing a bra.
for a moment, sweet girl didn’t answer, trying to play it cool, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. certainly not ray. she wore them because it drove him mad. "no. it's just…pretty."
"told ya." he smirked, making her jump with a slap on the ass before pecking her cheek. "you gonna keep me company while i take a break?"
"that's why i brought lemonade," said sweet girl, gesturing to the pitcher and two glasses she’d freshly poured in the kitchen, along with some strawberries and apple slices sprinkled with a pinch of sugar.
her doofus hummed and smiled, forever grateful that he’d found himself a perfect wife who could make a killer beverage and have the presence of mind to think he needed to stay hydrated in the height of summer. the tray’s offerings looked good, sweet and icy cold, but one look at his wife, flushed and blinking up at him in the prettiest dress so far…ray knew what he needed.
"i'm not thirsty for lemonade."
his hands returned to her ass, lingering this time to stretch a giant palm across her cheek. through her dress, he squeezed and kneaded at the soft flesh, eliciting squeaks from his wife as she squirmed in his hold. then, he lifted the skirt inch by inch, ignoring her squeals as the air hit her bare skin. her very bare skin.
“dirty girl,” ray growled upon feeling nothing in his way - no cotton, no lace, not even a string. his little wife wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the notion had him swelling in his jeans.
"doofus!" sweet girl cried, gasping when he began palming her naked flesh, squashing and pulling it apart like dough. she could do little more than clutch his shoulders and bite her lip. "what will the neighbours think?"
"what neighbours?" he scoffed and, just for dramatic effect, looked around in all directions, seeing nothing but open fields, woodlands, and meadows. the nearest smallholding or homestead was at least two miles down the road.
“you’re worried about other people, but you come out here without any panties? you’re just asking to get fucked, sweet girl.”
"okay, fine..." she giggled, wriggling a little further into his embrace. maybe this had been her plan all along, watching from the kitchen window as she so often did, but it wasn’t her fault!
it was his. he just had to do the gardening in that tank. getting all hot and sweaty, lifting the fertiliser sacks and pushing the wheelbarrow around to flex his muscles. then, he just had to bend over, giving her the perfect view of his behind. she was practically dripping by the time she thought of bringing him something to drink.
two fingers walked up his chest, and she leaned up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "we’ve got at least twenty minutes until the baby wakes up."
ray grinned, squeezing her ass just a little bit harder. "s'all i need."
the sun had reached its highest point, beating down on them as he gently pushed her a few steps back. he didn’t have to squint as much in the shade of a magnolia tree, and the blooms looked angelic all around her, removing the risk of sun stroke.
he devoured her honeyed lips, moving swiftly to cradle her jaw with one hand. sweet girl moaned in the hungry kiss, easily opening her mouth when ray’s tongue probed her lower lip. he easily took control, groaning too when the sweetness clouded his mind.
he didn’t even realise he was tearing at her clothing until she pulled away and murmured with swollen lips.
"do not ruin this dress"
"maybe not on purpose, but i am gonna fuck you in it," he answered cockily, and then, with a final peck, he placed two large hands on her shoulders and pushed, making his wife’s knees buckle. "on your knees."
she sank down immediately–enthusiastically, letting her shins rest on the lush softness that was his expertly maintained lawn. ray was especially proud of it, happy to say to he carved little pathways for them to enjoy whilst the rest was sowed with wildflowers, creating a wonderfully vibrant oasis for all the bugs and beasties his wife wanted to thrive. and now, she looked perfect amongst the greenery.
with his sweet girl on her knees, blinking up at him, ray made quick work of his belt and jeans, carelessly unbuckling and unbuttoning before shucking them down his thick thighs. his underwear followed, pushed south just enough to let his aching, leaking cock spring free.
sweet girl didn’t care when it landed on her cheek - moaned, in fact. and ray couldn’t help but throw his head back and groan at how she nuzzled against it, showing off the vast length compared to her face, kissing and licking the tip before he even needed to ask.
she worked hungrily, scooting a little closer until she could easily wrap a petite hand around the base and guide the rest into her mouth. then, she swallowed him, hollowing out her cheeks to move down his cock for the first time in a long, slow suck.
"pretty fucking girl…” ray grumbled, closing his eyes at the sensation. he never grew tired of it, not when he had his wife and her hot mouth around him. “perfect little cocksucker."
she pulled back, smacking her lips together before running her tongue down the sides of his cock, bathing it in saliva and humming happily. "tastes so good, doofus."
"yeah? keeping that mouth of yours busy?" he asked softly, resting his hand on her crown as she went down again, aided by lubricating spittle. her head bobbed a few times, going deeper each time, grazing her teeth lightly against his sensitive underside.
ray shuddered, trying to keep hismelf upright as he aided her pace, pulling her head back and forth, grunting each time. "that's it. take it deep..choke on it."
she stared up at him with glassy eyes, garbling around his cock and nodding enthusiastically, always wanting to please him. ray smirked, cooing softly at his pretty girl as she slurped around him, ignoring how drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, creating dark patches on her favourite sundress as it fanned out around her figure.
she looked like a fallen angel, so innocent yet jerking him off with a learned hand and expert mouth. it took all his strength not to hold her face still and buck his hips into her throat.
“heh…i was right,” he muttered, moving his spare hand to her heaving chest, where her breasts had begun to spill over the neckline.
he squeezed them momentarily–smacked them lightly–pinched her nipples before fiddling with the lacing at the front. one tug and the corsetry unravelled, becoming loose enough for him to reach in and release her.
“pretty tits in a pretty dress.”
“doo–doofus!” sweet girl grumbled, choking when the breeze hit her naked body. she’d chosen zero undergarments to tease him, but when he pushed the dress open completely, letting her entire chest hang freely, swaying with each head movement, she flushed.
he toyed with her tits, humming appreciativley at how they’d grown since her pregancy - something he’d never get over since they only became more perfect. a gentle pull on her hardened nub made her moan, which vibrated around his cock, leaving the old hero breathless.
"fuck..." he mumbled, allowing himself one small thrust into her mouth as he switched sides, showing her other breast the same attention. "you really make me lose my mind, sweet girl."
"yeah?" she grinned sloppily around him, running the tip of her tongue under the frenulum.
"yeah."
he patted her cheek and lightly pushed her away, letting his cock leave her spit-slick lips with little more than a translucent string attaching them together. "come on... turn around and show me that pussy."
"doofus..." sweet girl muttered, hesitating for a second before doing as he said upon seeing how he did the same.
he stepped behind her and knelt, removing his tank and pressing his hot, bare front to hers. a hand rested between her shoulder blades, encouraging his wife onto her tummy, moving into a restless doggy position at the thought of ruining her dress with grass stains.
"gonna get all dirty."
"don't worry, sweet girl," ray cooed, pushing her down even further until she was fully splayed on the lawn, the grass tickling her tits and belly. looming over her body, he grasped her jaw tightly, forcing her to keep her eyes on the flowerbed as his heavy cock poked against the small of her back.
"just look at the roses."
with his sweet girl limp and needy, he retreated and flipped her skirt over her ass, moaning loudly at the sight of her cunt glistening in the sun - as ripe and juicy as any peach from their tree.
he leaned forward and used two fingers to part her folds, taking a single lick and moaning loudly as he drank her honey straight from the source. a few more kitten licks, and the hero pulled away shuffling forward to lightly tap his cockhead on her entrance.
“think you can take me like this, sweet girl?” he asked breathily, desperately yearning to slide home and feel her, but he held out, waiting for her response. “cunt’s fucking soaked. want my cock that bad, huh?”
“uh-huh…” she nodded, resting her cheek on her hands as she wiggled her ass back at him. knowing ray, he’d eat her out later, but right now, she wanted to feel that stretch.
“fuck me, doofus.”
ray didn’t need any more encouragement. he braced his forearms either side of her shoulders, jerking his hips until he caught her entrance and pushed.
her slick meant there was little to no resistance, just her scaldingly hot walls enveloping him as warmly and tightly as they always had. he grunted into her ear, sinking every inch until his pelvis met her ass, staying in a perfect prone bone for just a second.
he needed a moment, distracting himself from cumming by nuzzling her ear and nibbling on her jaw. sweet girl whined and closed her eyes as her pussy fluttered, pleasantly aching with the pleasure of being filled.
“you lookin’ at the roses, sweet girl?” ray asked as he nipped at her earlobe.
“yeah…” sweet girl nodded, opening her hooded eyes to stare lazily at the pinkish blooms, which looked all hazy as she tried to focus her vision. not easy when he chuckled darkly and pinned her wrists to the ground.
“good…” was all ray said before he slammed his hips into hers, forcing moan after moan from his wife’s lips as he chose a brutal, steady pace.
the garden setting left him wild and savage, quickly descending into a bestial fury with the need to mate with the perfect woman beneath him. he rutted into her like an animal, grunting with each thrust, plunging his thick cock into her cunt with little else on his mind but to ensure he fucked her thoroughly.
she deserved nothing less.
“doo–doofus!” sweet girl said between moans, feeling her nipples rubbing against the grass as her clit caught on her cotton dress with every jerk forward.
the roses disappeared from view when her head lolled forward, forehead pressed against the cool earth as he only grunted in reply. his knees hitched up further until they were astride her ass, driving his cock deeper with every strong flex of his muscles - in and out, in and out as the birds and bees mingled around them.
the only thing to be heard above their hum was the slapping and squelching of skin against raw skin, mixing with the sweet music made by his sweet girl. ray whimpered quietly when she clenched around him, getting closer to the edge with every brush against her clit. he felt himself lose the same control.
“perfect, clever girl…” he slurred, getting lost in the balmy pleasure as he hugged her to his chest. sweat beaded on their foreheads, threatening to trickle down until ray smooched across her shoulders and neck, running his tongue over her salted caramel skin, leaving fleeting hickeys where he could.
just knowing she’d planned this, seduced him, bought a dress just to make him hard, left his head swimming in sin, burning up inside to fuck her sweet, sweet cunt and fill it to the brim with his cum.
“gonna fuck this pretty pussy ‘til it’s full of my cum…” he hissed, slowing ever so slightly just to ensure his length never left her walls by more than half an inch. he burrowed as closely as possible, more harshly grinding against her but sweet girl didn’t complain.
each time, he pounded that spongy spot with precision, leaving her fucked-out and cross-eyed, nodding along to every filthy word leaving his lips.
“you want that, sweet girl? want me to fill you up? make you a momma again?”
she nodded weakly, hopelessly trying to spread her legs to get him deeper, but ray was already there.
“okay, sweetheart… whatever my wife wants.”
head down, eyes closed, ray lost himself in the rhythm and sensation of fucking his wife. her moans filled his ears, growing louder and louder as he pushed her closer to oblivion and he wasn’t far behind.
‘fill her up!’ his mind whispered, calling on his animal urges as she laid boneless benath him, letting him mount her as an animal would. ‘breed her.’
the doofus slammed his hips down once, twice, three times before he quivered and held still - a broken moan leaving his mouth as he came. hard.
rope after rope of pearly come coated her walls, painting his wife as his, just as ray promised, and the gentle heat tipped her over the edge.
sweet girl meweled as her cunt seized up, milking his cock for the last drop, sucking it up to ensure it took. she wanted it. she needed it. with what little strength she had left, she pushed back and forced the thick goop deeper, whining at the drag on her sensitive walls.
peace returned to the garden as they caught their breath over a few minutes. ray, drenched in sweat with no regrets, collapsed next to his wife, pulling her into his side as he turned his face to the sun.
“doofus…” she whispered, snuggling closer as she kissed under his jaw and threw a leg over his body, resting on his still rapidly rising chest.
the man hummed, bringing an arm around her body and holding it against him as he basked in the afterglow. “yeah, sweet girl?”
“my dress is ruined.”
he felt her move and opened one eye, scandalised to lose his wife’s warmth, even when the rest of him was boiling. she hovered above him, manoeuvring until she could straddle his waist, and that’s when ray saw the mess he’d made.
her pretty sundress, now marked with mud and colourised with grassy green pigment and yellowish daisy pollen, was in fact ruined. her hair had fallen from her simple style, now adorned with leaves and twigs, falling around her face until she had to blow it away from her eyes. he noticed there was dirt on her knees as they poked out from underneath the skirt, which luckily survived intact…though throughly creased and covered in big patches of who knows what.
ray smiled, not knowing what else to do but clear his throat and reach up to gently rub his open palm against her breast. “s’not my fault… you seduced me.”
“you’re blaming this on me?” she exclaimed, tugging at the flouncy fabric with a grumpy pout. “and you aren’t even gonna apologise?”
she leaned back and settled her bare cunt on his stomch, making ray hiss upon feeling the wetness she left.
“i can make it up to you, darlin’,” he replied, hands drifting to her hips, where they followed her movements as she began to rock against his abs - rock-hard and rippling beneath the surface. “anything you want…it’s yours.”
“anything?’ she smirked, and suddenly, her hunger returned tenfold. one orgasm wasn’t nearly enough, and sweet girl determined he hadn’t paid his dues.
taking his wrists into her hands, ray laid helplessly as his wife held his hands against his chest, moaning quietly when his cum began to leak onto his navel. he felt how it lubricated her movements, letting her slide back and forth as she remained his angel - so pretty and so perfect yet deliciously dirty after being ruined by him.
she stayed on top, smiling when he whined, saying he could show her real pleasure if only he let him. his precious girl just giggled and kissed his pouting lips, taking a deep breath of the sweet-smelling rosemary and freesias around her.
“relax and look at the roses, doofus…” she told him, leaning back to gently cup his softened length, fully intent on watching it grow. “by the time we’re done, i want twins.”
ray gulped. those roses wouldn’t be the only seeds taking root in the garden.
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(Or if you want specifics- Friends to Enemies to Frenemies to Lovers)
Summary- Henry and you have worked together as Captain Man's sidekicks ever since the unfortunate circumstance of showing up to the job interview at the same time five years ago. Ever since it had been a constant battle to compete for who exactly is the better sidekick.
Warnings- Sexism (only at first), It might seem like Ray Manchester slander in some points, but I swear it's not, both reader and henry are petty, reader can seem like a b*tch at times, timeline issues, a few uses of y/n (but that's not really an issue to me personally), tension, non canon (obviously), detaching yourself as a coping mechanism, angst, dangerous situations, it got more serious than I intended it to for being a kids show, a few curse words (not censored in the actual writing),
A/n: this starts off VERY rocky at first because I never know how to start fics but I promise you it gets much better after a little while. <3 I also believe this is my longest fic so far which is hilarious to me. Feel free to give feedback! Thank you again for reading
At first, you didn't exactly hate Henry Hart. You were both kids when you met five years ago. Two 13 year old kids who just wanted to get some money to buy meaningless things.
Both of you had stumbled out of the elevator at the same time, holding onto each other for support after the dizzying drop you had both just encountered.
While you were still gaining your composure, Henry spoke up from beside you, asking if you were alright. You released yourself from his hold and offered a small smile of gratitude.
You both ended up getting a job working for Captain Man. Everything went relatively smoothly at first, having you focus more on the sidelines while working on the Man Cave's Computer system.
You had volunteered many times to go out in the field with Ray so that Henry had time to recover from his various injuries. Henry was constantly pushed to his limits, and you were forced to witness it time after time as he came stumbling back from missions all battered and beaten.
Feeling bad for the boy, you decided to change spots and put on his costume to fight crime with Captain Man before he got a chance to show up for work one day. It left you with a broken rib from getting thrown through a countertop in a diner across town.
Henry was furious and glared at you when you got back to the Man Cave. Ray clapped you on the back with a smirk. You repressed a groan as you clutched an arm to your ribs, pretending you were perfectly fine. Clearly you needed more practice out there, but if it gave Henry a break, you would endure it again.
"Well done kid. You really threw yourself at that burly criminal! He never saw it coming!" Ray chuckled, proud of the outcome of the mission. He went over to the Autosnacker and began ordering, turning away from you. Ray was oblivious to the angry teenager that stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. It made the young boy's anger grow even more.
"You know, you're like a Kid Danger 2.0" He continued as he threw some pieces of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh, I got it!! How about Girl Danger! Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, still riding the high from the fight, and pointed a finger towards the injured girl who still wore Henry's superhero suit. You had moved to stand beside the boy, trying to silently apologize for taking his costume. It was exciting to be out there fighting the bad guys, it was a rush, but a part of you still felt bad for making him so angry.
"Really? The only way she would be dangerous is when she's on her period." Henry finally spoke up, his anger finally boiling to the surface as he laughed bitterly. That made you snap your head towards him in shock.
"Ha! Thats a good one, Kid!" Their boss agreed, not really taking a moment to realize how upsetting it was to the girl who practically threw herself into danger to help keep him out of harm's way.
That is when the real distain started towards Henry Hart. Their shared laughter rang in your ears for weeks. Mocking you as if you were less than. It bugged you, eating away at you from the inside out. Even at just 13, the backhanded sexist comment wasn't lost on you.
Sure, it was out of jealousy and bitterness, but at the time it hurt you more than you would ever admit.
There were many little moments that made your hatred for him grow even more. Since that whole incident, you both started a rivalry to see which one of you could be a better sidekick for Captain Man. Between the yelling, arguing and nitpicking at the little missteps in each other's routine during a fight, it was quickly becoming the only consistent thing in both of your lives.
At one point there was even a poll online for who Captain Man's best sidekick was according to the citizens of Swellview. No one knew who had won since a certain someone hacked into the Swellview Internet Database and deleted all of the information that ever existed about it. Not a single person stepped forward to confess but everyone in the Man Cave had a sneaking suspicion about who had done it. Schwoz, the little smirking man in the corner when the internet shut down while Henry and you were huddled around the computer screen with Ray for the results. What a shame.
The saving grace, however, was Charlotte. The two of you became quick friends, and you finally gained another girl on your side. You weren't alone anymore and that made working there a whole lot easier. It also gave you more time to one-up everything that Henry did. The two of you got quite close over the four years that she was a part of the team.
Charlotte hated your petty rivalry and often called it 'childish and unnecessary'. The one time she had to cover as a substitute Kid Danger was when you were sick. Normally you would've jumped on the opportunity, but Schwoz had decided to feed you some science cookies he had cooked up and now you were currently curled up on the couch in the man cave with ice on your head as Schwoz kept asking you obvious questions.
You looked up with an expectant smile as you saw the tube come down with Charlotte stepping out from under it soon after. A disgusted look on her face as she wiped off the sludge that had gathered on her arms from the mission. Her costume was singed at the edges and her hair was fuzzy, sticking up in all different directions. It was almost comical and reminded you of how cartoons picture characters after an explosion. "I don't know how you and Henry can do this for a living. You've done this for years and you're still not tired of it. I've done it for a day and I'm ready for retirement."
You laughed at her joke, which was soon followed by a cough. "Thank you for covering for me. Henry couldn't do it because of some stupid after school thing"
"Is everything he does stupid to you?" She asked as she plopped down beside you.
Your nose scrunched up as a waft of her stench drifted towards you, almost making you even more sick just by the smell. "Not everything. Just most things- Ugh what is that?"
"uhh.. burnt anchovies, I think? I was standing in the canned food aisle of Swellview Foods when some petty criminal decided to blow up the things he deemed 'Too Expensive'"
"You smell awful, Char but on the bright side I think you opened up my sinuses." A brief moment of laughter was shared between the two before Charlotte reached into the pocket of the Kid Danger suit and pulled out a shriveled anchovy. She dropped it onto your lap, and you squirmed away quickly, knocking off the icepack in the process.
"Looks like there was a survivor" She smirked before getting back up. "You should really talk to him, you know. Outside of work, I mean. You two would actually be friends if you weren't in constant competition."
After getting off of the couch, Schwoz swiftly jabbed you in the arm with the finished antidote. You yelped and swatted at his arm out of retaliation. Realizing you didn't respond to your friend, you turned back to her with a shrug. "I like making his life difficult, it keeps him on his toes"
"Or! Maybe you just like being on his mind constantly, any way that you can be. Because you like him~" She teased and got up from the couch as well, pointing an accusatory finger to your chest.
"I don't.. Like him" You mumbled, matching her tone.
Speak of the devil. The elevator beeped and out came Henry. He dropped his school bag by the door and walked over to the group. "I see the she-devil has arisen" He smiled and nodded to you. There lacked any ill intention behind his comment as he continued. “Feeling any better?"
"Just peachy" You replied quickly and crossed your arms, your mood instantly souring upon his arrival in the Man Cave. It was as if on instinct you fell back into your petty ways. Charlotte sighed in frustration and went off to the back to shower finally.
Your eyes watched the boy silently before finally speaking again, letting your arms drop to your sides. "How was the after-school program?"
After raising a questioning brow, curious of your motives, he went to get comfortable on the couch. "Principal says I can make up for all the classwork I missed from wor-" As soon as he sat down the condensation from the ice pack instantly made its way onto his pants. He grimaced. "Why is my butt wet?" After another moment he gasped. "And why does it smell so fishy?"
Schwoz giggled. "Henry has wet butt!" You looked to the man and shook your head, trying desperately to hide your amusement but inevitably failed, joining in with the laughter.
Taking a few strides towards where the boy sat you reached down to the seat beside him and tossed the shriveled anchovy in his direction. He shrieked and fell backwards, landing unceremoniously on his back. Sprawled out on the floor, he groaned dramatically.
You smirked before reaching over to the 'Sick bin' that Schwoz had set out for you earlier. Reaching inside, you grabbed a towel and placed it on the table for him while he wasn't looking before walking off to the back.
It was another night patrol in Swellview. It should've been relatively simple. A call came in complaining of loud banging in the alleyway near their apartment building.
Crime was pretty slow that night, otherwise you all probably would've ignored the call and just given it to the police to deal with. Henry was busy with a family reunion, which he insisted wasn't very important, but you beat him to the mission first. Much to his disappointment.
Captain Man walked beside you in the dark alley, passing by some dingey dumpsters that rattled softly. "You should check that out"
"Why do I need to check it out?" You asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Your mask scrunched around your nose slightly with the movement.
"Because you're..shorter" He explained simply, as if it made all the sense in the world.
You picked up a stray pipe that was lying on the concrete before giving in. With a sigh, not willing to argue pointlessly, you approached the dumpster with caution.
Opening the lid with a creak, you looked over the edge to see a bunch of trash bags stacked together inside. You made a curious hum before a startled screech rang out. A fluffy raccoon jumped out of the dumpster, clinging to your face as you fell backwards on the ground. The pipe clattered beside you as you frantically tried to pry the animal off of you. "Captain Man!"
Ray laughed, holding his stomach as he bent over from excursion. "Oh! You got raccooned!"
A noise from the dumpster drew his attention, stopping the laughter as he approached it without a care in the world.
Just as you released the claws of the raccoon from your skin, it skittered away quickly and you rose to your feet, panting. Sending an angry glare towards your boss. You were about to comment before you saw a second raccoon spring up and latch onto Captain Man.
It clawed angrily at his face, sinking its nails into each piece of flesh it could. This one seemed much scrawnier and rabid than the one that had attacked you previously.
You could have helped, you really could've, but instead you decided to take a step back, pipe in hand and a content smirk on your lips as you waited for the onslaught to end so you could return back to the Man Cave. "Karma"
-Back in the Man Cave-
"If he wasn't invincible, I swear he would have had rabies by now" Your amused laugh rang out. Currently you sat by Henry on the couch, still clad in your suit as you watched your boss pacing back and forth angrily. "Do you see him foaming at the mouth too?" You leaned over to the boy to whisper.
That had Henry looking at your boss as well. Sharing a laugh together seemed to draw the man's attention. Ray furiously wiped at the corner of his mouth. White foam suspiciously frothed up and leaked from his lips. "It's not rabies!" He insisted, clearly irritated by the joke.
"Schwoz will fix the rabies! Come here." Came a voice from behind the couch, the scientist popping up into your line of sight. His smile crazed with barely contained excitement.
"Stay away from me Schwoz!" Ray warned, grabbing the nearest weapon to him in order to defend himself.
A chase ensued around the entire Man Cave. Surprisingly Schwoz could move very quickly when he wanted to. Like right now, as he was now equipped with a long test tube and multiple cotton swabs. "Let me schwab you!"
"There will be no schwabbing! I'm perfectly healthy!"
By this time the scratches and bite marks had disappeared completely on the superhero's skin, but that didn't sway the scientist away from his persuit.
"Oh, come on! Just let the man schwab your mouth, Ray!" Henry spoke up beside you, a playful tone taking over as you both continued to watch with amusement.
"If he was going to schwab my mouth, I wouldn't be running from him! He's a maniac! Now, help me fend him off!"
"I uh... we can't! I have to help y/n clean those cuts. real serious stuff. Not all of us can be invincible, you know"
You turned to Henry, confused by his excuse but before you could protest, he was already dragging you towards the bathroom with a firm grip on your hand. Remaining silent, still caught off guard by the sudden movement, you allowed it to happen.
He ushered you inside and you quickly took a seat atop the counter near the sink, scooching back enough that your back hit the mirror.
After rummaging around in the cabinet, he turned back to you and uncapped a bottle of peroxide.
"You do know I can probably just get something to heal me quickly from Schwoz, right? You don't have to do all of this"
Henry only poured out some peroxide on a cotton ball and leaned in closer, his hand lingering close to your cheek before answering you. "I know, but did you really want to stay for The Schwabbing?" He asked dramatically before smirking.
That got you to laugh, unable to stop the sound from escaping your mouth. A blush crept up onto your cheeks as you realized he actually made you laugh for the first time in years. You blamed it on your potential rabies.
He stared a moment too long, admiring the way the corners of your mouth tilted upwards, the small spark in your eyes. The genuine happiness that he had only caught glimpses of when you hung out with anyone besides him.
The kind smile he thought he had erased permanently years ago. The twinkle in your eyes that he feared he had snuffed out. It was there, caused by him.
You cleared your throat to get his attention, and he blinked out of his trance. "Just let me clean these up and we can go our separate ways, alright?"
With a nod, you let him gently slide the cotton ball against your jawline. His movements only stopped when you would flinch harshly away from him. Henry, however, didn't stray away from you as he worked. Which was odd for you, but you didn't dare question it, the thundering of your heart too loud to override your anxious questions.
Once you realized that the air was getting too heavy between you, you abruptly dodged his hand and hopped off of the counter.
"Anyway, uh... Night, Hen" You muttered quickly before departing the room and leaving his standing there, hand held limply in the air where you once were.
You both never spoke of the moment again after that, but he knew that that was the moment that permanently altered his mind and the way he thought about you. He liked you, he just didn't want to admit it to himself yet.
Their shared experiences left them as far better people than how they began. They weren't kids anymore. The things you once hated him for, he had grown out of. Sadly, it was difficult to kick a habit you had created and stuck by for years. It was like muscle memory at this point.
You had to admit that he had grown a lot since you first met. Mentally and physically for that matter. It was lucky that you got to grow together and experience things firsthand alongside him all of these years.
“How could she have gone without me?!" Henry groaned, pacing back and forth Infront of Charlotte who lounged on the couch. She didn't particularly have an issue with the situation and replied boredly, scrolling on her pear phone without looking up at her distressed friend.
"Her and Ray have been going without you for years, Hen. You're really surprised by this?"
"Well..no! But it's still annoying, ok? The least Ray could've done is tell me about it before they left. It's like he doesn't care either!"
"Maybe he finally wanted to respect your boundaries and give you a well-deserved break?" Her lip twitched up into a smirk before they both doubled over with laughter. She sighed with a smile as the laughter died down. Shrugging and waving her hand dismissively she continued. "Y/n can handle it. Plus, he probably just forgot, that's all"
The moment of distraction calmed his nerves briefly. "I should still go after them. You said they left how long ago?"
The girl glanced over to the clock on the wall. The glass was cracked from the last 'target practice' that was held in the Man Cave. It took her a moment to interpret it before she looked back over to the boy. "About 2 hours ago. But hey, that's not saying much! Remember when you guys were stuck in the Swellview Sewers overnight?"
Henry grimaced. "Ugh, don't remind me. That smell haunts my dreams to this day"
He remembered that day vividly, not just because of the smell but because you happened to be the one to rescue him.
-Flashback-
Captain Man had been beeping your watch for over an hour. It was now 5am on a Tuesday morning and you had a major history exam in the morning that would have made the difference between passing or failing the class entirely. Reluctantly you answered the call and groggily spoke. "I swear if you're calling me for something dumb like a late ice cream delivery-"
"Ice Cream? Hey Kid, there's ice cream. what kind do you-" The phone was abruptly pulled from their boss's hand as Henry spoke, his shoulders barely above the muck they were both covered in.
"We need your help. Swellview Sewers. Stuck on a pipe." He said quickly and tried to move around yet again but to no avail. His utility belt only made a light clanging noise underneath the ‘water’.
"Jeez, can I at least get a please?" You smirked and tilted your head, waiting expectantly. After getting up to grab your tube of gum from your bag you crossed your arms and listened for his reply.
After what felt like an hour but was merely a few seconds, he spoke up. "Please.." He spoke quietly, barely audible but your smirk only grew upon hearing it.
"On the way" You said, proud of your small victory, and popped a gumball in your mouth.
Getting down to the Sewers was the easy part. Navigating a safe path to where the boys were was tricky. Your boot kept slipping on the wet gravel path along the side of the sewer drain. It quietly threatened your demise with every step you took.
“Hey! Down here!” Ray managed to wave an arm out of the water, hitting Henry in the face with the backsplash. Raising his arm to wipe it off would only cause more of a disgusting mess so he resisted impulse. With a grimace and cough, he turned his head away as best as he could.
Your head shot up at the sound and you nodded in recognition, continuing your journey to them. “What happened down here?”
“Criminal tried to escape down here and-“
“He DID escape, Captain Man! You made me go after him and look at how that worked out!” Henry spit out his boss’s alias as if the very thought was laughable. Lately he had been taking most of the blow on his adventures with the Superhero. However he didn’t seem to mind it until now, it gave him an opportunity to show off showcase his abilities and prove that he was in fact better at being a sidekick than you.
After many long tireless hours of contemplating this however, he did realize that the competition that you two had been meticulously competing for was long past its expiration date. It was pointless, you were adults now. And you did a damn good job at being Captain Man’s sidekick. Not that he would ever admit that to you directly.
Ray looked to his sidekick with an incredulous look, not expecting such an outburst out of the blue. After shaking it off, he turned back to you, continuing his statement. “Anyway, the criminal escaped, grumpy pants over here slipped and fell in. Got stuck on a pipe in the water and I climbed in-“
“After 5 minutes of complaining” Henry chimed in, but Ray ignored his tone and continued.
“I climbed in to help him get out and ended up getting stuck myself. We tried to get out ourselves but just managed to make things worse.”
You laughed, amused by their one sided bickering. “I think I get the gist of it” After a brief moment of hesitation, you began climbing into the water. Your boss smiled, happy to be rescued. “You’re paying for dry cleaning” His smile dropped as you mumbled out your terms.
It only took a few moments to untangle him from the pipes. Captain Man didn’t wait another second before climbing out. Henry shuffled back on instinct as you got closer to him. The movement had the pipe clanging under the water.
“If you keep moving, you’ll just get more stuck, genius” Your voice came, reprimanding. He obeyed and stiffened as you advanced towards him even closer. The pipe he had been stuck to was bent in an odd way underneath the water and you grunted as you tugged his utility belt against it.
The pipe protested and held strong against your strength, causing you to move closer to his body. Your hip bumped against his thigh and he couldn’t help his mind from focusing on the warmth you provided through your suit. Everything you were doing caused his mind to go into hyperdrive. Hyper aware of your every move. Your fingers brushed over his stomach as they searched for the cause of the imprisonment. Nimble fingers drifting across the compartments on his belt.
Short breaths of concentration were puffed out against his ear and he blushed, turning his face away from you to hide it. After finally releasing him from the pipes, you grabbed onto his upper arms to steady him. “You alright?”
“Just peachy” he mumbled, pulling away from your grasp. Returning back to his grumpy attitude from before, then gently moving past you to get out.
-End of Flashback-
He blamed his odd behavior towards you as sleep deprivation at first. An excuse that he now came to realize was just that, an excuse. From that day on, he started picking up on the little things you did. The quirks he hadn’t noticed before. Everything from tapping your thigh with your fingertips when you got nervous, to sudden shifts in the way you stared at people. He was beginning to read you as if you were the most interesting book he had ever picked up.
It was frightening to fall for someone who hated you so fiercely. His attitude towards you lessened significantly. He had started to include you rather than blatantly ignoring you. The sudden shift had startled you, but you never seemed to waver from giving him your sarcastic replies and snarky remarks, if anything, they had just increased in the past few weeks.
“Have you heard anything back from them?”
Before Charlotte could reply, the doors at the back of the Man Cave opened, earning both of their attention. Schwoz and Ray emerged, laughing about a weapon test that had apparently worked well. The shorter man held an oversized plastic container filled with Cheez-Balls.
Their boss didn’t seem to pay them any mind as he plopped down on the couch beside Charlotte. After feeling their eyes bore holes into the side of his face, he finally looked up at them confused. “What’s the haps?”
“Wha- why are you here? You’re supposed to be with Y/n on the mission” Charlotte spoke from her spot, just as confused as Henry seemed to be. The boy hadn’t spoken a word since their arrival.
“Hm? Oh! She wanted to go alone.” Ray replied with a smile, making a grabby hand gesture towards the Scientist who leaned against the Autosnacker.
“You let her go on a mission solo? You didn’t even try to stop her?”
“Relax kid, she will be fine. Pass the Cheez-Balls” Ray said in passing, not having any interest in arguing with Henry. He motioned for the cheese balls that was currently being guarded by Schwoz after being ignored the first time.
“You get no cheese bawls” The man pouted and hugged the cheesy snacks to his chest. With a smile, and blatant disregard for his boss, he offered a few cheese balls to Henry that were previously resting in the man’s palm. “Henry, do you want cheese bawls? They’re gewd!”
“No! I don’t want your cheese bawls!” Henry responded with a a wave of his hand. “I want y/n back!”
The room went quiet as everyone let the sidekick realize what he had just said. His eyes widened as he heard himself, stuttering to backtrack. “She’s never gone alone on a mission, I mean. You really want to lose a sidekick?”
“She has been going out there alone for weeks.” Schwoz commented, not realizing the boys distress.
“Even caught the Raging Clown last week. Did you not know?” Ray looked to Henry, shrugging. It hadn’t been a big deal since you consistantly came back, seemingly just fine. Although worse for wear, but hidden well enough.
“Ugh!” Henry groaned and walked over to his bag to pull out his tube of gum.
His boss looked over to him confused. “Where are you headed, Kid?”
“To go help her! Someone should!” He said angrily before blowing a bubble. His clothes changed instantly into his Kid Danger suit before he went over to the tube. “Up the Tube!”
-Across town in an old metal workshop-
Your body was dangled from the chains attached to a crane. It was a terrible situation you got yourself into. Ever since your recent encounters with your fellow Side Kick, you had been trying desperately to busy yourself with work. Your mind betraying you with misconceived thoughts about him. Thoughts you initially believed had been changed and you didn’t know how to cope with it.
It had worked well for the most part, besides today.
Upon arrival, you were bombarded by several goons who had ambushed you. Your vision was snuffed out as one of them covered your head with an old burlap sack.
Next thing you knew, you were waking up attached to the chains, dangling precariously over a boiling pot of something unrecognizable. Your head hurt, which you realized was probably due to being knocked out with a heavy object prior.
This gave you more time to think, which is exactly what you wanted to avoid doing to begin with. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Henry. Stupid delusions that couldn’t have possibly been reciprocated. It crushed your heart against your ribs and made it hard to breathe. That may have just been because of the restraints holding you up in the moment, but it didn’t compare to the torment you were constantly put through by your own mind.
A sound rattled from above you. Once looking up, you spotted a smirking man with crooked teeth looking down at you. “Oh good, the little bird lives. Think Captain Man will come save you?” His cackling laughter rang out through the empty warehouse, echoed by a chorus of laughs from all around.
He seemed to be a newer villain in town, no noticeable information about him was gained from your research online. Due to this, you were severely underprepared for this mission. Normally you wouldn’t have thrown yourself into danger with at least a little bit of information prior. However, you hadn’t quite been your usual self recently. Even your friendship with Charlotte began to fracture at the edges because of your dismissive nature and avoidance.
It’s funny how your life hanging in the balance makes you rethink past decisions. You regretted it, and vowed to make it up to her if you made it out of this alive.
Your hope was slowly vanishing as you were lowered down towards the boiling liquid. You squirmed, trying to free your hands from where they were firmly tucked against your sides. Your torso had been completely bound by rope, trapping your arms to your body.
No one was coming for you, you had argued with Captain Man to let you go alone for the past week. He had put his faith in you, so why would he be on his way to save you when you’ve given him no reason to worry?
A hit to the metal doors caught your attention. Consistent pounding and minimal shaking was seen. After a moment of silence, the heavy doors were kicked inwards, slamming open against the worn walls. It created indents in the ancient wood where it had hit.
In came Kid Danger, a cocky smirk grazing his lips. The men on the ground floor looked towards him in shock, not expecting the sudden intrusion. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t beat quicker at the sight of him.
It felt like a blur as your eyes tracked his movements. He swiftly kicked one man back into an old wooden shipping box, having it crumble around his form as he groaned.
Two others rushed towards him, awoken by the newfound danger of the situation. One took advantage and hooked his arm around Henry’s neck, rearing him back towards his chest as the other man kicked him in the stomach.
“Kid Danger!” You shouted after finding your words again. His attention was pulled to you, finding renewed strength as he elbowed his captor in the ribs to be freed. After escaping successfully, he swirled around to punch him in the jaw, then swung his elbow back to hit his other attacker.
Kid Danger had since grown to become a force of reckoning, surprising everyone, including you and Captain Man. He made the climb to the second level where he met with the head villain. The man eyed him for a moment before laughing. “You’re no Captain Man, kid. Come on, give me a real challenge”
Henry wasted no time in yanking the man towards him and twisting his body towards the edge of the platform. The villain cling on desperately to Henry’s leg. Almost getting pulled down with him, the Sidekick grabbed onto a swinging pot next to him and swung it hard in-front of him, effectively knocking the stubborn man down to the first floor.
You tried resisting the urge to smile, the corners of your mouth curling up slightly. He caught it, of course he did with how much he noticed you.
“Thank you” you muttered quietly, avoiding his eyes as they stared you down.
The quiet moment was interrupted as his voice reached your ears, more frustrated than ever before. It was foreign coming from him. There was a lack of anger, just pure distress and worry. Of course there was an angry undertone to it, but it wasn’t primarily the one you stuck to. “You’re so determined to beat me at my own game that you’re willing to risk your own life?”
Instinctively your brows creased and you scoffed in disbelief. “I could’ve handled it”
His hands worked quickly to swing you in towards him on the floorboards, no longer dangling. Diligent fingers untied the rope around your wrists and waist. After it was off he sighed, tossing it aside as he looked to you, one hand still lingering just above your side to make sure you were balanced.
“Oh yea, it sure looked like it when you were dangling over the pot of melted metal waiting to be turned into a nice piece of jewelry. Tell me, oh wise one. How would you have handled it, huh? What were you going to do?”
“Well, before you rudely swung in to steal the show.. I was going to-“
“Really? You’re going to argue over this NOW?! Will one of you just come over and help me round up the criminals?”
It was then that you both realized Captain Man had entered the warehouse, having followed Henry out of guilt necessity. The criminals were mostly tied up against one of the walls. A lot had happened since you started arguing. You both blushed and went down to help silently.
-Back in the Man Cave-
Charlotte sat at the computer with Schwoz looking over her shoulder eating Cheez-Balls. The crumbs cascaded down her shoulder and she whined, turning the chair away from him. “Schwoz!”
Ray, Henry and you entered the Man Cave after coming down the tubes in your suits. It was quiet between the three of you and the tension was suffocating.
It was quiet as you made your way to the couch. “Show off” you mumbled, grumpy and angry, mostly with yourself for needing to be saved in the first place. The comment was bitter and unnecessary but felt like a natural response towards him at this point.
“Halfwit” he shot back, pretending to focus on picking his nailbeds.
“You don’t even know what that means, idiot”
“So? Do you ever stop being a bitch? I saved your life today!”
“And I said thank you!”
The group in the Man Cave stayed completely silent as you both argued, not willing to cause more damage. Something had clearly happened during the mission and neither Charlotte, nor Schwoz were going to speak up. Even Captain Man was quiet, not willing to get screamed at by either of you.
“Thank you doesn’t mean anything if you’re just going to continue going back out there and putting yourself in unnecessary danger! Why do you keep doing that?”
“To keep you out of it!”
Henry shut his mouth for a moment, considering your words before he continued, less angry than before. His tone softening. “It’s my job”
“I’ve seen you come back from missions on death’s doorstep. You put your heart and soul into this job and it’s slowly killing you. Do you know how worried I get when you can’t even stand after being beaten down by a guy twice your size?” Your words kept spilling out, the floodgates having opened up. “I can’t just sit by and watch you get hurt over and over again! That’s why I did this in the first place. Do you really think I wanted to take your job? I wanted to give you a damn break!”
Maybe it was the stress that had been building from the past few weeks, maybe it was the heavy onslaught of missions, or maybe it was just because you would rather take a thousand hits than let any harm befall him.
After a few heavy pants, you stared at him. Waiting for his reaction. When one didn’t seem to be coming, you frowned. Exhausted.
“Forget I said-“
His lips met yours, softly at first, afraid you would push him away. It took you a moment to realize what had happened. An arm held you firmly around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he kissed you. It was hesitant, distant in a sense. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your cheek, not quite pressing down, afraid to be rejected.
Sure, he had wanted to kiss you for a while, but he was still uncertain if you wanted him in return. Henry began to pull away before you pulled him back towards you, bunching the fabric of his suit in your fist. You kissed him back with a sigh, softer than he thought was possible from you.
As soon as you pulled apart, only far enough to look into each other's eyes. It was quietly pleasant before you saw the cocky smirk begin to form on his lips.
"You're so into me"
Rolling your eyes with an amused smile you responded softly. "Shut up and kiss me, you dork"
Credit:
Inspo from both @theemissuniverse writing and @writerinlearning for giving me the idea of a enemies to lovers (feel free to comment and ill untag you from this but I wanted to say thank you for the inspiration.)
Heart divider- @firefly-graphics
Stars divider- @thecutestgrotto
Header: Me
A/n: This fic may also not see the light of day since the entire fandom of Henry Danger could all fit inside a single shoe box, but that’s ok. I was going to write more with little scenarios, but it was getting way too long for my liking. If you liked this however, please let me know! It may just be a one off of this fandom, but I wanted to try it out and deliver some content. I also won’t be tagging my regular tag list since this is so different from what I usually write.
I do realize I have to get better with writing fight scenes; I will work on it in the future.
Also, two fics AND a master list all within two days? Something must be wrong with me. (Or it's just my apology from being gone so long)
(Or if you want specifics- Friends to Enemies to Frenemies to Lovers)
Summary- Henry and you have worked together as Captain Man's sidekicks ever since the unfortunate circumstance of showing up to the job interview at the same time five years ago. Ever since it had been a constant battle to compete for who exactly is the better sidekick.
Warnings- Sexism (only at first), It might seem like Ray Manchester slander in some points, but I swear it's not, both reader and henry are petty, reader can seem like a b*tch at times, timeline issues, a few uses of y/n (but that's not really an issue to me personally), tension, non canon (obviously), detaching yourself as a coping mechanism, angst, dangerous situations, it got more serious than I intended it to for being a kids show, a few curse words (not censored in the actual writing),
A/n: this starts off VERY rocky at first because I never know how to start fics but I promise you it gets much better after a little while. <3 I also believe this is my longest fic so far which is hilarious to me. Feel free to give feedback! Thank you again for reading
At first, you didn't exactly hate Henry Hart. You were both kids when you met five years ago. Two 13 year old kids who just wanted to get some money to buy meaningless things.
Both of you had stumbled out of the elevator at the same time, holding onto each other for support after the dizzying drop you had both just encountered.
While you were still gaining your composure, Henry spoke up from beside you, asking if you were alright. You released yourself from his hold and offered a small smile of gratitude.
You both ended up getting a job working for Captain Man. Everything went relatively smoothly at first, having you focus more on the sidelines while working on the Man Cave's Computer system.
You had volunteered many times to go out in the field with Ray so that Henry had time to recover from his various injuries. Henry was constantly pushed to his limits, and you were forced to witness it time after time as he came stumbling back from missions all battered and beaten.
Feeling bad for the boy, you decided to change spots and put on his costume to fight crime with Captain Man before he got a chance to show up for work one day. It left you with a broken rib from getting thrown through a countertop in a diner across town.
Henry was furious and glared at you when you got back to the Man Cave. Ray clapped you on the back with a smirk. You repressed a groan as you clutched an arm to your ribs, pretending you were perfectly fine. Clearly you needed more practice out there, but if it gave Henry a break, you would endure it again.
"Well done kid. You really threw yourself at that burly criminal! He never saw it coming!" Ray chuckled, proud of the outcome of the mission. He went over to the Autosnacker and began ordering, turning away from you. Ray was oblivious to the angry teenager that stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. It made the young boy's anger grow even more.
"You know, you're like a Kid Danger 2.0" He continued as he threw some pieces of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh, I got it!! How about Girl Danger! Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, still riding the high from the fight, and pointed a finger towards the injured girl who still wore Henry's superhero suit. You had moved to stand beside the boy, trying to silently apologize for taking his costume. It was exciting to be out there fighting the bad guys, it was a rush, but a part of you still felt bad for making him so angry.
"Really? The only way she would be dangerous is when she's on her period." Henry finally spoke up, his anger finally boiling to the surface as he laughed bitterly. That made you snap your head towards him in shock.
"Ha! Thats a good one, Kid!" Their boss agreed, not really taking a moment to realize how upsetting it was to the girl who practically threw herself into danger to help keep him out of harm's way.
That is when the real distain started towards Henry Hart. Their shared laughter rang in your ears for weeks. Mocking you as if you were less than. It bugged you, eating away at you from the inside out. Even at just 13, the backhanded sexist comment wasn't lost on you.
Sure, it was out of jealousy and bitterness, but at the time it hurt you more than you would ever admit.
There were many little moments that made your hatred for him grow even more. Since that whole incident, you both started a rivalry to see which one of you could be a better sidekick for Captain Man. Between the yelling, arguing and nitpicking at the little missteps in each other's routine during a fight, it was quickly becoming the only consistent thing in both of your lives.
At one point there was even a poll online for who Captain Man's best sidekick was according to the citizens of Swellview. No one knew who had won since a certain someone hacked into the Swellview Internet Database and deleted all of the information that ever existed about it. Not a single person stepped forward to confess but everyone in the Man Cave had a sneaking suspicion about who had done it. Schwoz, the little smirking man in the corner when the internet shut down while Henry and you were huddled around the computer screen with Ray for the results. What a shame.
The saving grace, however, was Charlotte. The two of you became quick friends, and you finally gained another girl on your side. You weren't alone anymore and that made working there a whole lot easier. It also gave you more time to one-up everything that Henry did. The two of you got quite close over the four years that she was a part of the team.
Charlotte hated your petty rivalry and often called it 'childish and unnecessary'. The one time she had to cover as a substitute Kid Danger was when you were sick. Normally you would've jumped on the opportunity, but Schwoz had decided to feed you some science cookies he had cooked up and now you were currently curled up on the couch in the man cave with ice on your head as Schwoz kept asking you obvious questions.
You looked up with an expectant smile as you saw the tube come down with Charlotte stepping out from under it soon after. A disgusted look on her face as she wiped off the sludge that had gathered on her arms from the mission. Her costume was singed at the edges and her hair was fuzzy, sticking up in all different directions. It was almost comical and reminded you of how cartoons picture characters after an explosion. "I don't know how you and Henry can do this for a living. You've done this for years and you're still not tired of it. I've done it for a day and I'm ready for retirement."
You laughed at her joke, which was soon followed by a cough. "Thank you for covering for me. Henry couldn't do it because of some stupid after school thing"
"Is everything he does stupid to you?" She asked as she plopped down beside you.
Your nose scrunched up as a waft of her stench drifted towards you, almost making you even more sick just by the smell. "Not everything. Just most things- Ugh what is that?"
"uhh.. burnt anchovies, I think? I was standing in the canned food aisle of Swellview Foods when some petty criminal decided to blow up the things he deemed 'Too Expensive'"
"You smell awful, Char but on the bright side I think you opened up my sinuses." A brief moment of laughter was shared between the two before Charlotte reached into the pocket of the Kid Danger suit and pulled out a shriveled anchovy. She dropped it onto your lap, and you squirmed away quickly, knocking off the icepack in the process.
"Looks like there was a survivor" She smirked before getting back up. "You should really talk to him, you know. Outside of work, I mean. You two would actually be friends if you weren't in constant competition."
After getting off of the couch, Schwoz swiftly jabbed you in the arm with the finished antidote. You yelped and swatted at his arm out of retaliation. Realizing you didn't respond to your friend, you turned back to her with a shrug. "I like making his life difficult, it keeps him on his toes"
"Or! Maybe you just like being on his mind constantly, any way that you can be. Because you like him~" She teased and got up from the couch as well, pointing an accusatory finger to your chest.
"I don't.. Like him" You mumbled, matching her tone.
Speak of the devil. The elevator beeped and out came Henry. He dropped his school bag by the door and walked over to the group. "I see the she-devil has arisen" He smiled and nodded to you. There lacked any ill intention behind his comment as he continued. “Feeling any better?"
"Just peachy" You replied quickly and crossed your arms, your mood instantly souring upon his arrival in the Man Cave. It was as if on instinct you fell back into your petty ways. Charlotte sighed in frustration and went off to the back to shower finally.
Your eyes watched the boy silently before finally speaking again, letting your arms drop to your sides. "How was the after-school program?"
After raising a questioning brow, curious of your motives, he went to get comfortable on the couch. "Principal says I can make up for all the classwork I missed from wor-" As soon as he sat down the condensation from the ice pack instantly made its way onto his pants. He grimaced. "Why is my butt wet?" After another moment he gasped. "And why does it smell so fishy?"
Schwoz giggled. "Henry has wet butt!" You looked to the man and shook your head, trying desperately to hide your amusement but inevitably failed, joining in with the laughter.
Taking a few strides towards where the boy sat you reached down to the seat beside him and tossed the shriveled anchovy in his direction. He shrieked and fell backwards, landing unceremoniously on his back. Sprawled out on the floor, he groaned dramatically.
You smirked before reaching over to the 'Sick bin' that Schwoz had set out for you earlier. Reaching inside, you grabbed a towel and placed it on the table for him while he wasn't looking before walking off to the back.
It was another night patrol in Swellview. It should've been relatively simple. A call came in complaining of loud banging in the alleyway near their apartment building.
Crime was pretty slow that night, otherwise you all probably would've ignored the call and just given it to the police to deal with. Henry was busy with a family reunion, which he insisted wasn't very important, but you beat him to the mission first. Much to his disappointment.
Captain Man walked beside you in the dark alley, passing by some dingey dumpsters that rattled softly. "You should check that out"
"Why do I need to check it out?" You asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Your mask scrunched around your nose slightly with the movement.
"Because you're..shorter" He explained simply, as if it made all the sense in the world.
You picked up a stray pipe that was lying on the concrete before giving in. With a sigh, not willing to argue pointlessly, you approached the dumpster with caution.
Opening the lid with a creak, you looked over the edge to see a bunch of trash bags stacked together inside. You made a curious hum before a startled screech rang out. A fluffy raccoon jumped out of the dumpster, clinging to your face as you fell backwards on the ground. The pipe clattered beside you as you frantically tried to pry the animal off of you. "Captain Man!"
Ray laughed, holding his stomach as he bent over from excursion. "Oh! You got raccooned!"
A noise from the dumpster drew his attention, stopping the laughter as he approached it without a care in the world.
Just as you released the claws of the raccoon from your skin, it skittered away quickly and you rose to your feet, panting. Sending an angry glare towards your boss. You were about to comment before you saw a second raccoon spring up and latch onto Captain Man.
It clawed angrily at his face, sinking its nails into each piece of flesh it could. This one seemed much scrawnier and rabid than the one that had attacked you previously.
You could have helped, you really could've, but instead you decided to take a step back, pipe in hand and a content smirk on your lips as you waited for the onslaught to end so you could return back to the Man Cave. "Karma"
-Back in the Man Cave-
"If he wasn't invincible, I swear he would have had rabies by now" Your amused laugh rang out. Currently you sat by Henry on the couch, still clad in your suit as you watched your boss pacing back and forth angrily. "Do you see him foaming at the mouth too?" You leaned over to the boy to whisper.
That had Henry looking at your boss as well. Sharing a laugh together seemed to draw the man's attention. Ray furiously wiped at the corner of his mouth. White foam suspiciously frothed up and leaked from his lips. "It's not rabies!" He insisted, clearly irritated by the joke.
"Schwoz will fix the rabies! Come here." Came a voice from behind the couch, the scientist popping up into your line of sight. His smile crazed with barely contained excitement.
"Stay away from me Schwoz!" Ray warned, grabbing the nearest weapon to him in order to defend himself.
A chase ensued around the entire Man Cave. Surprisingly Schwoz could move very quickly when he wanted to. Like right now, as he was now equipped with a long test tube and multiple cotton swabs. "Let me schwab you!"
"There will be no schwabbing! I'm perfectly healthy!"
By this time the scratches and bite marks had disappeared completely on the superhero's skin, but that didn't sway the scientist away from his persuit.
"Oh, come on! Just let the man schwab your mouth, Ray!" Henry spoke up beside you, a playful tone taking over as you both continued to watch with amusement.
"If he was going to schwab my mouth, I wouldn't be running from him! He's a maniac! Now, help me fend him off!"
"I uh... we can't! I have to help y/n clean those cuts. real serious stuff. Not all of us can be invincible, you know"
You turned to Henry, confused by his excuse but before you could protest, he was already dragging you towards the bathroom with a firm grip on your hand. Remaining silent, still caught off guard by the sudden movement, you allowed it to happen.
He ushered you inside and you quickly took a seat atop the counter near the sink, scooching back enough that your back hit the mirror.
After rummaging around in the cabinet, he turned back to you and uncapped a bottle of peroxide.
"You do know I can probably just get something to heal me quickly from Schwoz, right? You don't have to do all of this"
Henry only poured out some peroxide on a cotton ball and leaned in closer, his hand lingering close to your cheek before answering you. "I know, but did you really want to stay for The Schwabbing?" He asked dramatically before smirking.
That got you to laugh, unable to stop the sound from escaping your mouth. A blush crept up onto your cheeks as you realized he actually made you laugh for the first time in years. You blamed it on your potential rabies.
He stared a moment too long, admiring the way the corners of your mouth tilted upwards, the small spark in your eyes. The genuine happiness that he had only caught glimpses of when you hung out with anyone besides him.
The kind smile he thought he had erased permanently years ago. The twinkle in your eyes that he feared he had snuffed out. It was there, caused by him.
You cleared your throat to get his attention, and he blinked out of his trance. "Just let me clean these up and we can go our separate ways, alright?"
With a nod, you let him gently slide the cotton ball against your jawline. His movements only stopped when you would flinch harshly away from him. Henry, however, didn't stray away from you as he worked. Which was odd for you, but you didn't dare question it, the thundering of your heart too loud to override your anxious questions.
Once you realized that the air was getting too heavy between you, you abruptly dodged his hand and hopped off of the counter.
"Anyway, uh... Night, Hen" You muttered quickly before departing the room and leaving his standing there, hand held limply in the air where you once were.
You both never spoke of the moment again after that, but he knew that that was the moment that permanently altered his mind and the way he thought about you. He liked you, he just didn't want to admit it to himself yet.
Their shared experiences left them as far better people than how they began. They weren't kids anymore. The things you once hated him for, he had grown out of. Sadly, it was difficult to kick a habit you had created and stuck by for years. It was like muscle memory at this point.
You had to admit that he had grown a lot since you first met. Mentally and physically for that matter. It was lucky that you got to grow together and experience things firsthand alongside him all of these years.
“How could she have gone without me?!" Henry groaned, pacing back and forth Infront of Charlotte who lounged on the couch. She didn't particularly have an issue with the situation and replied boredly, scrolling on her pear phone without looking up at her distressed friend.
"Her and Ray have been going without you for years, Hen. You're really surprised by this?"
"Well..no! But it's still annoying, ok? The least Ray could've done is tell me about it before they left. It's like he doesn't care either!"
"Maybe he finally wanted to respect your boundaries and give you a well-deserved break?" Her lip twitched up into a smirk before they both doubled over with laughter. She sighed with a smile as the laughter died down. Shrugging and waving her hand dismissively she continued. "Y/n can handle it. Plus, he probably just forgot, that's all"
The moment of distraction calmed his nerves briefly. "I should still go after them. You said they left how long ago?"
The girl glanced over to the clock on the wall. The glass was cracked from the last 'target practice' that was held in the Man Cave. It took her a moment to interpret it before she looked back over to the boy. "About 2 hours ago. But hey, that's not saying much! Remember when you guys were stuck in the Swellview Sewers overnight?"
Henry grimaced. "Ugh, don't remind me. That smell haunts my dreams to this day"
He remembered that day vividly, not just because of the smell but because you happened to be the one to rescue him.
-Flashback-
Captain Man had been beeping your watch for over an hour. It was now 5am on a Tuesday morning and you had a major history exam in the morning that would have made the difference between passing or failing the class entirely. Reluctantly you answered the call and groggily spoke. "I swear if you're calling me for something dumb like a late ice cream delivery-"
"Ice Cream? Hey Kid, there's ice cream. what kind do you-" The phone was abruptly pulled from their boss's hand as Henry spoke, his shoulders barely above the muck they were both covered in.
"We need your help. Swellview Sewers. Stuck on a pipe." He said quickly and tried to move around yet again but to no avail. His utility belt only made a light clanging noise underneath the ‘water’.
"Jeez, can I at least get a please?" You smirked and tilted your head, waiting expectantly. After getting up to grab your tube of gum from your bag you crossed your arms and listened for his reply.
After what felt like an hour but was merely a few seconds, he spoke up. "Please.." He spoke quietly, barely audible but your smirk only grew upon hearing it.
"On the way" You said, proud of your small victory, and popped a gumball in your mouth.
Getting down to the Sewers was the easy part. Navigating a safe path to where the boys were was tricky. Your boot kept slipping on the wet gravel path along the side of the sewer drain. It quietly threatened your demise with every step you took.
“Hey! Down here!” Ray managed to wave an arm out of the water, hitting Henry in the face with the backsplash. Raising his arm to wipe it off would only cause more of a disgusting mess so he resisted impulse. With a grimace and cough, he turned his head away as best as he could.
Your head shot up at the sound and you nodded in recognition, continuing your journey to them. “What happened down here?”
“Criminal tried to escape down here and-“
“He DID escape, Captain Man! You made me go after him and look at how that worked out!” Henry spit out his boss’s alias as if the very thought was laughable. Lately he had been taking most of the blow on his adventures with the Superhero. However he didn’t seem to mind it until now, it gave him an opportunity to show off showcase his abilities and prove that he was in fact better at being a sidekick than you.
After many long tireless hours of contemplating this however, he did realize that the competition that you two had been meticulously competing for was long past its expiration date. It was pointless, you were adults now. And you did a damn good job at being Captain Man’s sidekick. Not that he would ever admit that to you directly.
Ray looked to his sidekick with an incredulous look, not expecting such an outburst out of the blue. After shaking it off, he turned back to you, continuing his statement. “Anyway, the criminal escaped, grumpy pants over here slipped and fell in. Got stuck on a pipe in the water and I climbed in-“
“After 5 minutes of complaining” Henry chimed in, but Ray ignored his tone and continued.
“I climbed in to help him get out and ended up getting stuck myself. We tried to get out ourselves but just managed to make things worse.”
You laughed, amused by their one sided bickering. “I think I get the gist of it” After a brief moment of hesitation, you began climbing into the water. Your boss smiled, happy to be rescued. “You’re paying for dry cleaning” His smile dropped as you mumbled out your terms.
It only took a few moments to untangle him from the pipes. Captain Man didn’t wait another second before climbing out. Henry shuffled back on instinct as you got closer to him. The movement had the pipe clanging under the water.
“If you keep moving, you’ll just get more stuck, genius” Your voice came, reprimanding. He obeyed and stiffened as you advanced towards him even closer. The pipe he had been stuck to was bent in an odd way underneath the water and you grunted as you tugged his utility belt against it.
The pipe protested and held strong against your strength, causing you to move closer to his body. Your hip bumped against his thigh and he couldn’t help his mind from focusing on the warmth you provided through your suit. Everything you were doing caused his mind to go into hyperdrive. Hyper aware of your every move. Your fingers brushed over his stomach as they searched for the cause of the imprisonment. Nimble fingers drifting across the compartments on his belt.
Short breaths of concentration were puffed out against his ear and he blushed, turning his face away from you to hide it. After finally releasing him from the pipes, you grabbed onto his upper arms to steady him. “You alright?”
“Just peachy” he mumbled, pulling away from your grasp. Returning back to his grumpy attitude from before, then gently moving past you to get out.
-End of Flashback-
He blamed his odd behavior towards you as sleep deprivation at first. An excuse that he now came to realize was just that, an excuse. From that day on, he started picking up on the little things you did. The quirks he hadn’t noticed before. Everything from tapping your thigh with your fingertips when you got nervous, to sudden shifts in the way you stared at people. He was beginning to read you as if you were the most interesting book he had ever picked up.
It was frightening to fall for someone who hated you so fiercely. His attitude towards you lessened significantly. He had started to include you rather than blatantly ignoring you. The sudden shift had startled you, but you never seemed to waver from giving him your sarcastic replies and snarky remarks, if anything, they had just increased in the past few weeks.
“Have you heard anything back from them?”
Before Charlotte could reply, the doors at the back of the Man Cave opened, earning both of their attention. Schwoz and Ray emerged, laughing about a weapon test that had apparently worked well. The shorter man held an oversized plastic container filled with Cheez-Balls.
Their boss didn’t seem to pay them any mind as he plopped down on the couch beside Charlotte. After feeling their eyes bore holes into the side of his face, he finally looked up at them confused. “What’s the haps?”
“Wha- why are you here? You’re supposed to be with Y/n on the mission” Charlotte spoke from her spot, just as confused as Henry seemed to be. The boy hadn’t spoken a word since their arrival.
“Hm? Oh! She wanted to go alone.” Ray replied with a smile, making a grabby hand gesture towards the Scientist who leaned against the Autosnacker.
“You let her go on a mission solo? You didn’t even try to stop her?”
“Relax kid, she will be fine. Pass the Cheez-Balls” Ray said in passing, not having any interest in arguing with Henry. He motioned for the cheese balls that was currently being guarded by Schwoz after being ignored the first time.
“You get no cheese bawls” The man pouted and hugged the cheesy snacks to his chest. With a smile, and blatant disregard for his boss, he offered a few cheese balls to Henry that were previously resting in the man’s palm. “Henry, do you want cheese bawls? They’re gewd!”
“No! I don’t want your cheese bawls!” Henry responded with a a wave of his hand. “I want y/n back!”
The room went quiet as everyone let the sidekick realize what he had just said. His eyes widened as he heard himself, stuttering to backtrack. “She’s never gone alone on a mission, I mean. You really want to lose a sidekick?”
“She has been going out there alone for weeks.” Schwoz commented, not realizing the boys distress.
“Even caught the Raging Clown last week. Did you not know?” Ray looked to Henry, shrugging. It hadn’t been a big deal since you consistantly came back, seemingly just fine. Although worse for wear, but hidden well enough.
“Ugh!” Henry groaned and walked over to his bag to pull out his tube of gum.
His boss looked over to him confused. “Where are you headed, Kid?”
“To go help her! Someone should!” He said angrily before blowing a bubble. His clothes changed instantly into his Kid Danger suit before he went over to the tube. “Up the Tube!”
-Across town in an old metal workshop-
Your body was dangled from the chains attached to a crane. It was a terrible situation you got yourself into. Ever since your recent encounters with your fellow Side Kick, you had been trying desperately to busy yourself with work. Your mind betraying you with misconceived thoughts about him. Thoughts you initially believed had been changed and you didn’t know how to cope with it.
It had worked well for the most part, besides today.
Upon arrival, you were bombarded by several goons who had ambushed you. Your vision was snuffed out as one of them covered your head with an old burlap sack.
Next thing you knew, you were waking up attached to the chains, dangling precariously over a boiling pot of something unrecognizable. Your head hurt, which you realized was probably due to being knocked out with a heavy object prior.
This gave you more time to think, which is exactly what you wanted to avoid doing to begin with. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Henry. Stupid delusions that couldn’t have possibly been reciprocated. It crushed your heart against your ribs and made it hard to breathe. That may have just been because of the restraints holding you up in the moment, but it didn’t compare to the torment you were constantly put through by your own mind.
A sound rattled from above you. Once looking up, you spotted a smirking man with crooked teeth looking down at you. “Oh good, the little bird lives. Think Captain Man will come save you?” His cackling laughter rang out through the empty warehouse, echoed by a chorus of laughs from all around.
He seemed to be a newer villain in town, no noticeable information about him was gained from your research online. Due to this, you were severely underprepared for this mission. Normally you wouldn’t have thrown yourself into danger with at least a little bit of information prior. However, you hadn’t quite been your usual self recently. Even your friendship with Charlotte began to fracture at the edges because of your dismissive nature and avoidance.
It’s funny how your life hanging in the balance makes you rethink past decisions. You regretted it, and vowed to make it up to her if you made it out of this alive.
Your hope was slowly vanishing as you were lowered down towards the boiling liquid. You squirmed, trying to free your hands from where they were firmly tucked against your sides. Your torso had been completely bound by rope, trapping your arms to your body.
No one was coming for you, you had argued with Captain Man to let you go alone for the past week. He had put his faith in you, so why would he be on his way to save you when you’ve given him no reason to worry?
A hit to the metal doors caught your attention. Consistent pounding and minimal shaking was seen. After a moment of silence, the heavy doors were kicked inwards, slamming open against the worn walls. It created indents in the ancient wood where it had hit.
In came Kid Danger, a cocky smirk grazing his lips. The men on the ground floor looked towards him in shock, not expecting the sudden intrusion. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t beat quicker at the sight of him.
It felt like a blur as your eyes tracked his movements. He swiftly kicked one man back into an old wooden shipping box, having it crumble around his form as he groaned.
Two others rushed towards him, awoken by the newfound danger of the situation. One took advantage and hooked his arm around Henry’s neck, rearing him back towards his chest as the other man kicked him in the stomach.
“Kid Danger!” You shouted after finding your words again. His attention was pulled to you, finding renewed strength as he elbowed his captor in the ribs to be freed. After escaping successfully, he swirled around to punch him in the jaw, then swung his elbow back to hit his other attacker.
Kid Danger had since grown to become a force of reckoning, surprising everyone, including you and Captain Man. He made the climb to the second level where he met with the head villain. The man eyed him for a moment before laughing. “You’re no Captain Man, kid. Come on, give me a real challenge”
Henry wasted no time in yanking the man towards him and twisting his body towards the edge of the platform. The villain cling on desperately to Henry’s leg. Almost getting pulled down with him, the Sidekick grabbed onto a swinging pot next to him and swung it hard in-front of him, effectively knocking the stubborn man down to the first floor.
You tried resisting the urge to smile, the corners of your mouth curling up slightly. He caught it, of course he did with how much he noticed you.
“Thank you” you muttered quietly, avoiding his eyes as they stared you down.
The quiet moment was interrupted as his voice reached your ears, more frustrated than ever before. It was foreign coming from him. There was a lack of anger, just pure distress and worry. Of course there was an angry undertone to it, but it wasn’t primarily the one you stuck to. “You’re so determined to beat me at my own game that you’re willing to risk your own life?”
Instinctively your brows creased and you scoffed in disbelief. “I could’ve handled it”
His hands worked quickly to swing you in towards him on the floorboards, no longer dangling. Diligent fingers untied the rope around your wrists and waist. After it was off he sighed, tossing it aside as he looked to you, one hand still lingering just above your side to make sure you were balanced.
“Oh yea, it sure looked like it when you were dangling over the pot of melted metal waiting to be turned into a nice piece of jewelry. Tell me, oh wise one. How would you have handled it, huh? What were you going to do?”
“Well, before you rudely swung in to steal the show.. I was going to-“
“Really? You’re going to argue over this NOW?! Will one of you just come over and help me round up the criminals?”
It was then that you both realized Captain Man had entered the warehouse, having followed Henry out of guilt necessity. The criminals were mostly tied up against one of the walls. A lot had happened since you started arguing. You both blushed and went down to help silently.
-Back in the Man Cave-
Charlotte sat at the computer with Schwoz looking over her shoulder eating Cheez-Balls. The crumbs cascaded down her shoulder and she whined, turning the chair away from him. “Schwoz!”
Ray, Henry and you entered the Man Cave after coming down the tubes in your suits. It was quiet between the three of you and the tension was suffocating.
It was quiet as you made your way to the couch. “Show off” you mumbled, grumpy and angry, mostly with yourself for needing to be saved in the first place. The comment was bitter and unnecessary but felt like a natural response towards him at this point.
“Halfwit” he shot back, pretending to focus on picking his nailbeds.
“You don’t even know what that means, idiot”
“So? Do you ever stop being a bitch? I saved your life today!”
“And I said thank you!”
The group in the Man Cave stayed completely silent as you both argued, not willing to cause more damage. Something had clearly happened during the mission and neither Charlotte, nor Schwoz were going to speak up. Even Captain Man was quiet, not willing to get screamed at by either of you.
“Thank you doesn’t mean anything if you’re just going to continue going back out there and putting yourself in unnecessary danger! Why do you keep doing that?”
“To keep you out of it!”
Henry shut his mouth for a moment, considering your words before he continued, less angry than before. His tone softening. “It’s my job”
“I’ve seen you come back from missions on death’s doorstep. You put your heart and soul into this job and it’s slowly killing you. Do you know how worried I get when you can’t even stand after being beaten down by a guy twice your size?” Your words kept spilling out, the floodgates having opened up. “I can’t just sit by and watch you get hurt over and over again! That’s why I did this in the first place. Do you really think I wanted to take your job? I wanted to give you a damn break!”
Maybe it was the stress that had been building from the past few weeks, maybe it was the heavy onslaught of missions, or maybe it was just because you would rather take a thousand hits than let any harm befall him.
After a few heavy pants, you stared at him. Waiting for his reaction. When one didn’t seem to be coming, you frowned. Exhausted.
“Forget I said-“
His lips met yours, softly at first, afraid you would push him away. It took you a moment to realize what had happened. An arm held you firmly around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he kissed you. It was hesitant, distant in a sense. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your cheek, not quite pressing down, afraid to be rejected.
Sure, he had wanted to kiss you for a while, but he was still uncertain if you wanted him in return. Henry began to pull away before you pulled him back towards you, bunching the fabric of his suit in your fist. You kissed him back with a sigh, softer than he thought was possible from you.
As soon as you pulled apart, only far enough to look into each other's eyes. It was quietly pleasant before you saw the cocky smirk begin to form on his lips.
"You're so into me"
Rolling your eyes with an amused smile you responded softly. "Shut up and kiss me, you dork"
Credit:
Inspo from both @theemissuniverse writing and @writerinlearning for giving me the idea of a enemies to lovers (feel free to comment and ill untag you from this but I wanted to say thank you for the inspiration.)
Heart divider- @firefly-graphics
Stars divider- @thecutestgrotto
Header: Me
A/n: This fic may also not see the light of day since the entire fandom of Henry Danger could all fit inside a single shoe box, but that’s ok. I was going to write more with little scenarios, but it was getting way too long for my liking. If you liked this however, please let me know! It may just be a one off of this fandom, but I wanted to try it out and deliver some content. I also won’t be tagging my regular tag list since this is so different from what I usually write.
I do realize I have to get better with writing fight scenes; I will work on it in the future.
Also, two fics AND a master list all within two days? Something must be wrong with me. (Or it's just my apology from being gone so long)
plot: henry hart has a crush on his best friend and doesn’t know what to do with his feelings. an unfortunate mishap and a little nudge from team danger might just change that.
pairing: henry hart x fem!reader
show: henry danger
warnings: none that i can think of.
word count: 7,2k
author’s notes: english isn’t my first language, apologies for any mistakes. it's been proof-read, so there shouldn't be many mistakes anyway. it’s heavily inspired by the episode cave the date from season five of henry danger, so most of the dialogues and the story is most likely to be very familiar to y’all. it does go canon-divergent by the end though, and of course it’s reader instead of charlotte. this ended up being longer than i thought it would be. i hope you enjoy!
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It’s the perfect day, a quiet one the Danger team hasn’t had in a long time. Between all the petty crimes and the more serious villains who wanted to end Captain Man and Kid Danger, Y/N doesn’t remember the last time they could all just hang out in the Man Cave, undisturbed. She sighs contentedly, flipping a page of the book she’s reading, leaning further into the couch. Schwoz sits next to her, concentrating over a game of chess he’s having against himself, for some reason. Charlotte is nearby too, sitting on the chair at the supercomputer and reading her own book about “nuclear physics for smarties”.
“I will not see that coming.” Schwoz mutters to himself through the silence in the room. “I did not see that coming!” He adds, spitting out the water in his mouth after turning the chess board around.
“Do you ever get bored of playing chess against yourself?” Charlotte asks him, placing her book on the console before her.
“No, I don’t.” A pause. “But sometimes, I do.”
Y/N snorts at Schwoz’s antics. Her text ringtone rips through the silence, followed by a groan rumbling from her chest. She checks her screen, rolling her eyes when she sees the text notification from Jasper, and she looks at Charlotte with brows furrowed in annoyance as she closes her book and puts it down on the table before her.
“The guys are coming back.”
“Give me your book.” Charlotte tells her, extending her hand out.
“Why?” Y/N asks her, raising a brow. “I haven’t finished reading it, and I need to know what happens between Sel and Bree.”
“Just– give me your book.”
“H– hey! hey! hey! Char! Why’d you do that?”
Y/N screams, watching in horror as Charlotte moves from her spot on the chair to grab Y/N’s beloved copy of Legendborn by Tracy Deonn, putting it into a shredding machine and destroying it in the process. Charlotte then does the same thing with her own book.
“Ray gets mad whenever people do ‘smart stuff’ in front of him.” Charlotte explains, putting her hands on her hips. “You should know that, Y/N, you’ve been here the last two years. Schwoz, give me the chess board.”
“But I’ve got myself right where I want me!” The science man protests.
“You’ll get yourself next time.”
Schwoz grumbles, reluctantly handing his chess board and chess pieces to Charlotte who proceeds to throw them into the shredding machine. It makes a strange noise and Y/N winces at the sound, closing her eyes when the grinding noise finally stops.
“Where were they anyway?” Charlotte asks, sitting back on the chair behind the supercomputer.
“They went to throw melons at that abandoned house that people throw melons at.” Y/N shrugs.
“Without me?” Schwoz chirps in. “But I’ve been saving melons for months.” He adds as he glances to his box of rotten melons that’s been laying next to the supercomputer for nearly two months.
“So, they should be back soon, right?” Charlotte wonders.
“Yeah,” Y/N nods. “I just asked them to swing by my house and pick up my phone charger on the way back.”
Schwoz snorts. “You sent Ray, Henry, and Jasper to your house with no adult supervision?”
“Yeah, what’s the problem?”
Just then, the elevator doors ding open and out step the three men they were just talking about, in what seems to be a really serious discussion about Disney movies. All three of them have dishevelled hair, as if they’d just run a marathon, but the ashes smeared across their face and stuck to their clothes and hair give way to an entirely different story.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” Y/N interrupts them, standing up from the couch as she takes in their appearance.
“Hey.” Jasper greets her. “What’s up?”
“What have you guys been doing?”
“Hmm?” Henry chimes in.
“What have you guys been doing?” Y/N repeats herself, hands going to her hips as she raises a brow. “Did you go to my house?”
“Sure did.” Henry replies.
“Oh yeah.” Ray continues.
“Walked right in.” Jasper finishes, smiling proudly.
Y/N looks over her shoulder to Charlotte, brows pulled together in a confused frown. They both have the same questions running through their mind. Why were the boys all dirty with dark ashes, and why were they acting so innocent all of the sudden. Innocent, and clueless.
“So… what happened?” Charlotte asks then, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Weee got Y/N’s phone charger.”
Henry trails out, throwing the phone cable in Y/N’s hands but she drops it almost immediately, squealing out in surprise.
“Aaahh! Why is it hot?!”
“Because we pulled it out of the fire.” Jasper answers her.
“You are welcome.” Ray adds. “Hit the showers.” He finishes, out of the blue.
The boys whoop, starting to head for the showers when Y/N stops them again. Charlotte and Schwoz watch in amusement, seeing them rolling their eyes and groaning under their breath.
“Whaaaaaaat?!” Henry drags out.
“I told you she’d be like this.” Ray whines, motioning towards Y/N. “What did I say?”
“Yeah, I owe you ten bucks.” Jasper says, defeated.
“Did you guys light my house on fire?!” Y/N questions, panic in her voice.
“No, no, no, no…” Henry stutters. “ ‘Course not.”
Y/N glares at him, her eyes growing darker than he’s ever seen before. Okay, maybe Henry had underestimated his best friend’s anger, but to be fair, it wasn’t his fault they’d set a fire in her house. Still, he shoves his hands in the front pockets of his pants, casting his gaze to the floor to avoid looking directly into her eyes. He begins to balance himself on his heels, racking his brain for the right words to say as he bites down on the inside of his cheek. He inhales slowly through his nose and finally, he looks up to her. He sees the expectation in her eyes, her eyebrows raised as she waits for an answer. Henry swallows the growing lump in his throat; he hates to see her mad at him, when he knows she rarely ever gets mad at anyone. He knows her anger is not only directed at him, but at Ray and Jasper too, and yet he still takes it personally. He doesn’t know why he does, but his chest tightens when he replays the events from earlier, and the guilt settles in the back of his brain. He lowers his gaze again, his feet suddenly becoming more interesting than anything.
“I– I mean… y– yeah.” Henry admits, stuttering.
“Just the kitchen.” Jasper clarifies.
“The kitchen is part of the house.” Y/N deadpans, crossing her arms over her chest.
“The kitchen’s gone. It’s gone.” Jasper blurts out.
“The rest of your house… totally fine.” Ray adds, clapping his hands together.
“Y– yeah.” Henry finishes.
“How could you guys light my kitchen on fire?!”
Y/N asks them, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation before her eyes fall back to the three men, glaring at them. By then, Charlotte has joined Schwoz on the couch in the centre of the Man Cave, as if they were watching the most interesting movie ever made. Charlotte knows her friend, and judging by how fuming she is about the whole situation, she knows it won’t end well for the boys.
Henry still can’t bring himself to look at Y/N, but he can imagine the hurt and confusion written all over her face. He’s known her for as long as he’s known Charlotte and Jasper; it’s always been the four of them. They can read each other like open books.
Jasper flinches when Y/N raises her voice. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her raise her voice before, she’s usually calm and composed. He glances at Henry, and when he sees that his friend has suddenly found an interest in his shoes, Jasper knows they messed up big time.
Ray frowns when he sees Y/N crossing her arms over her chest again. Her cold stare travels from Henry, to Jasper, to him, and by the way she holds her head high, lips flattened into a thin line, he can sense the anger radiating off of her. What Ray doesn’t understand is why.
“Oh, this is gonna be good.” Schwoz chuckles as he gets up. “Let me get some popcorn.”
He returns a minute later with a red bowl filled to the brim with popcorn, setting the food on the table as he sits back on the couch next to Charlotte. Both watch, shoving food in their mouths, as Y/N shifts on her feets, body tense.
“What. Happened?” Y/N asks again, gritting through her teeth.
“Okay, first of all,” Ray begins, holding his hands out in front of him as he takes a step towards the girl. “We couldn’t find a light switch anywhere.”
“It– it was very dark.” Henry chirps in, barely glancing up at her as he tries to justify their actions. “And kinda cold.” His voice falters as he looks back to the floor.
“I happened to have a flare on me.” Ray adds, as if there were nothing wrong with that.
“Which would solve both problems.”
Y/N rolls her eyes at Jasper’s comment, her nostrils flaring as she grows impatient. Without even realizing it, she begins to tap her foot against the tiled floor of the Man Cave, her cold stare directed towards Ray.
“So, I had a flare… in your kitchen.” Ray begins to explain again, somehow proud of himself.
“And then, we started exploring!” Jasper smiles.
“First thing we uh… found were the curtains.” Henry adds sheepishly. “Well… the flare found ‘em.”
Henry tentatively looks up to his friend, a sheepish smile across his face. It falters when he sees the hurt flashing in her eyes for a brief second. He hates to see her like this, and he never wants to see her like this again. He has to admit it, lighting up a flare in her kitchen had been a bad idea, and he doesn’t know why he and Jasper didn’t try to stop Ray from doing something this stupid. They should be used to it by now; Henry has been dealing with his boss’s antics for the last five years, so has Charlotte, and both Jasper and Y/N have been dealing with it for the last two years. Ray, more often than not, acts without thinking twice about his actions, and perhaps that is because he’s been indestructible since he was eight years old, but he often forgets that the teenagers, and Schwoz, are not him and that they aren’t indestructible. His impulsive actions often bring them into trouble, and Henry has always wondered how they haven’t been badly injured by now, or sent to the hospital for an undetermined amount of time. Lighting up a flare in Y/N’s kitchen should have been an idea that stayed in Ray’s childish brain.
“Those things went up fast.” Ray laughs as Jasper imitates a fire starting.
“Did you guys try to put it out?!” Y/N asks, exasperated.
“Yes! Of course we did.” Jasper tells her.
“But uhm, you know the saying “fight fire with fire”?” Henry asks tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, that does not work!” Ray snorts.
“Oh my god!”
Y/N groans as she lets her arms fall to her sides, turning on her heels and heading for the elevator. She pounds her fist against the button, letting out a frustrated yell when the elevator doesn’t come right away. Jasper tries to reach for her, but she whips her head over her shoulder, sending him a stare that could have put him to his grave if her eyes held daggers. Jasper raises his hands up in defence, taking a step back to stand in between Ray and Henry.
“Where are you going?” Henry asks his best friend, voice filled with guilt.
“None of your business.” Y/N grits through her clenched teeth.
She doesn’t mean to speak to Henry that way, but she’s beyond mad that they burned their kitchen, and what pisses her off most is that they don’t even seem to be aware of how bad they messed up.
“Wh– whoa there, Y/N.” Ray exclaims, raising his arms up in defense.
“Yeah, what’s your deal?” Jasper scoffs, nudging Henry.
“My deal–” Y/N speaks through gritted teeth. “–is that I have a date tonight, with Jack Swagger. And I was gonna make him dinner at my house, but you guys blew my kitchen!”
Y/N yells exasperatedly, turning her head back towards the elevator and using one hand to push the up button on the panel on her right.
Charlotte stands from where she sat on the couch, walking over to the boys. She’s the only one who knows of Y/N’s date night with Jack Swagger, and she’s also the only one who knows Jack Swagger out of his international fame. The two girls had met him at camp, ten years earlier, and he contacted Y/N to let her know he was coming to Swellview for a couple days, and that he wanted to hang out with her. Charlotte also knows the real reason why Y/N had agreed to go on a date with Jack, and it wasn’t because she used to have a crush on him when they’d first met.
“Wait.” Jasper’s voice cuts through Charlotte’s train of thoughts. “You know Jack Swagger?” He asks, taking a step toward Y/N. “International music superstar Jack Swagger?”
“Youngest person to win a Grammy Jack Swagger?” Schwoz questions, rushing to Y/N.
“You have a date?”
Henry asks Y/N, a little surprised that his best friend has a date with someone and that she didn’t tell him about it.
“Yeah, I had a date.” She answers him, coldly.
“With Jack Swagger?” He asks again.
“Yes, with Jack Swagger. Can we not do this? I have to go and see the mess you guys made in my house. See if I can fix anything, or if I have to cancel my date tonight.”
Y/N pounds her fist on the elevator button again, but her movement is less angry and more frustrated. In truth, even if she originally did not want to go on a date with Jack Swagger, she’d warmed up to the idea and she was really looking forward to it. Besides, she’d figured it would help her forget about a certain someone that’s been on her mind twenty-four-seven.
When the elevator comes to a stop and the doors ding open, Y/N steps inside, pressing the up button without looking at it, and she keeps her death stare on the three men as the doors close again.
Henry watches as she disappears behind the now-closed elevator doors, but he knows she hasn’t gone up just yet, or they would have heard the loud squeaking noise from the elevator’s mechanical whirring. Perhaps she’s calling Jack Swagger; he did see her reach for her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. For some reason, however, knowing about the possibility of Y/N cancelling her date with Jack makes Henry feel less guilty about his responsibility for being part of the reason why Y/N’s kitchen burned. He knows he shouldn’t feel happy about it, but he does.
“How does she know Jack Swagger?” Jasper asks, turning towards Charlotte when the elevator doors close.
“Me and Y/N went to camp with him, like ten years ago. He was Jack Swaggowitz back then.”
“Okayyy… How did we not know this until now?”
“We’ve told you like a million times! You guys just never listen to us.”
“Okay, fine! Fine!” Jasper raises his hands up in defeat. “So, why can’t they go to Sotto Voce? Or any other restaurant in Swellview?”
“Yeah! Sotto Voce is a nice place.” Ray chimes into the conversation in agreement, snapping his fingers. “Romantic, and kitchen not burned.”
“That you know of.” Jasper nudges him.
“That I know of.”
“They tried that.” Charlotte explains, sighing. “He’s too famous and gets mobbed wherever he goes.”
That catches Henry’s attention, and he raises a brow as he turns towards Charlotte. What does she mean by “they tried that”? Did Y/N have other dates with Jack Swagger, and she only told Charlotte about it? Why is it bothering him so much that Y/N goes on dates with other boys? She is only his best friend, he has no right to decide who she can date. He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as his friends’ voices come back into focus.
“I got it!” Jasper exclaims, snapping his fingers. “We need someplace to turn into a fake restaurant. Okay? Some place nobody knows about; somewhere underground.”
“So?” Charlotte raises a brow.
“I say we make a fake restaurant in Henry’s house!”
“No.” Henry deadpans, letting his arms drop to his sides.
He doesn’t want to get involved in this. He doesn’t want to make up a fake restaurant so that Y/N can enjoy her date with Jack Swagger. And he especially doesn’t want it to happen at his house. Because if it happens at his house, it means he has to be there, and he has to be forced to watch his friend enjoy her date with some stupid international celebrity when she should be enjoying a nice date in a nice, real restaurant with him– Oh.
Henry bites down on his lips. Take a deep breath, he thinks. He inhales deeply and then, he remembers what Piper said when she called earlier today.
“Why not?” Ray asks.
“There’s a hawk in my house.” Henry answers, silently thanking his idiot dad for bringing a hawk to the house.
“There’s a hawk in your house?” Schwoz questions.
“That’s what Piper said.” Henry shrugs. “I may need to crash here ‘til the hawk leaves.” He adds.
Good thing there is a hawk in his house simply because his father had wanted to get rid of a cricket. It doesn’t make any sense, and Henry hadn’t asked his sister for the details, but right now he was glad he wouldn’t be making up a fake restaurant in his house.
“Okay…” Charlotte trails out, thinking. “So we’ll do it in the Man Cave.”
“Do what in the Man Cave?” Ray wonders, looking at her.
“Make it a secret restaurant so Y/N and Jack can have their date.”
“No! We are not turning the Man Cave into a secret restaurant.”
Oh, no. If they turn the Man Cave into a fake restaurant, it means that Henry, and perhaps Charlotte, will have to pretend to be waiters for the night, and Henry isn't sure he can act the part. Well, if it were for anyone else, he’s pretty sure he could, but not for Y/N. Luckily for him, there’s no way Ray would agree to Charlotte’s idea but the elevator doors ding open, and out steps Y/N. She’s got that hopeful look in her eyes, and Henry knows she’d heard them from inside the elevator. He silently curses under his breath. There go his hopes of Y/N cancelling her date with Jack Swagger.
“You owe me, Ray.” Y/N says, tilting her head. “You burned down my kitchen.”
She raises a brow expectantly, crossing her arms over her chest. Henry shifts on his feet, body tensing as he clenches his jaw. Deep down he hopes that Ray will say no, but Y/N is using her convincing look that none of them can resist, when she’d stare at you intensely until you give up, and she’s backed up by Charlotte, who’s standing next to Y/N and who’s using her famous judgemental look, with her hands on her hips.
“You owe me.” Y/N says again, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
Ray groans, throwing his head back in defeat. “Fine! We’ll turn the Man Cave into a restaurant!”
Y/N squeals out excitedly, turning around to embrace Charlotte in a tight hug, before she goes back inside the elevator, closing the doors behind her and the mechanical whirring activates to indicate that Y/N has gone up to Junk’N’Stuff, the store a half-mile above the Man Cave.
Henry’s shoulders drop, and he shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants, a million thoughts running haywire in his brain. Charlotte notices it, and a smile begins to grow in the corner of her lips. She shakes her head in disbelief before she nudges Jasper’s side, pointing at Henry with her chin. Jasper raises a brow, and he looks back at Charlotte with a knowing smile of his own.
—
“Sorry I’m late.” Henry says begrudgingly as he steps out of the elevator. “The hawk grabbed my tie and wouldn’t give it back. Luckily, my dad distracted it with his face.”
“Is he okay?” Jasper asks his friend.
“Yeah, he’s okay. He’s got like… razor talons and like, a knife beak. So.”
“No, no. I meant your dad.”
“Oh! No, he’s in serious pain.” He pauses. “This place looks, uh… great…”
Henry looks around. Silver and pastel purple curtains cover the entirety of the Man Cave, hiding away anything hero-related like the tubes or the sprocket. Three tables are set for two, with silver tablecloths, white plates and silver cutlery, wine glasses and pastel purple napkins to match with the curtains. A grand white piano with fake candles on it stands in the corner, where the couch usually is, and the floor of the Man Cave is covered with a variety of used red carpets to hide the blue and red logo that’s usually visible on the tiled floor. Henry also notices the white peonies and Calla lilies that form one bouquet on the centre of each table, Y/N’s favourite flowers.
There’s a tugging at his heart as he takes in his surroundings. His mind is telling him that this is not right; and he wonders why he is doing all this, but then he remembers. He did participate in burning Y/N’s kitchen, so he owed her this, as much as Ray and Jasper did. He is surprised that they even managed to create a romantic fake restaurant in the Man Cave in the first place, but it doesn’t mean that he cannot loathe the idea of Y/N having a date with someone.
“Where’s Ray?” Henry eventually asks Jasper to try to forget about his unresolved feelings for Y/N.
“Chef’s in the kitchen.” Jasper answers, shrugging.
“Wh– where’s the kitchen?”
“Behind the soundproof curtain.”
“Whaaaaat?”
Henry trails out dumbfounded as Jasper mouths “I know”. Ray’s voice reaches their ears almost immediately as Henry slightly pulls open the curtain to make sure Jasper’s telling him the truth about it being soundproof.
“Are you kidding me?!” Ray shouts exasperatedly. “I just had it! How could I lose– it was here two seconds ago! I swear on my father’s prepurchased burial plot–”
Henry closes the curtain, then turns back to Jasper. “Hm. Chef sounds mad.”
“Yeah, we should check on him.” Jasper agrees.
The two friends step through the soundproof curtain, and they see Ray frantically looking around for something, flailing his arms around with two lit flares in each of his hands.
“Oh, come on!” Ray yells.
“Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?” Henry asks, raising a brow. Anything to get his mind off of Y/N.
“I can’t find my fifth flare!” Ray whines. “And if I don’t have all five flares, it’s ruined!”
“Put the flares away man. They’re for emergencies only!”
“Or for playing Truth or Flare!” Jasper adds.
“It’s fine. I just had the thing! Where– it was here a second ago!”
Ray keeps muttering to himself as he searches for his flare inside the made-up kitchen. He pivots on his feet, his back toward the teenagers, and Henry sighs exasperatedly when he spots the flare inside of Ray’s backpocket.
“Found it!” He says. “I found it!” He goes to grab a dish towel. “Stop. Move.”
“Where is it?” Ray asks again, more to himself.
“Dude, you gotta stop lighting flares in kitchens.” Henry deadpans as he grabs the lit flare from Ray’s pocket.
“Why? What’s the worst that could happen?”
Henry and Jasper exchange a look, before they try to pry the flares away from Ray’s hands.
“Okay, hand them over.” Jasper says when Ray tries to resist.
“Give them to me man.” Henry groans. “We’re done. We’re done! We’re done!”
“Ah! You’re ruining my process! No, don’t put them in there! Don’t put that– Oh…”
Ray whines again as he sees the two teenagers throwing his flares into a steaming pot of water. Henry wipes his hands over the black apron tied around his waist just as Jasper’s phone beeps with an alert. He quickly checks it, and he adjusts the bowtie around his neck.
“Okay. Y/N and Jack Swagger are close.” He says, putting his phone in his pocket. “I gotta go up to Junk’N’Stuff, meet Charlotte, and pretend it’s a fake store.”
“It is a fake store.” Henry snorts, rolling his eyes.
“Exactly. This guy gets it.”
Henry shakes his head in disbelief. So much for trying to forget about his feelings.
—
“I am so sorry, we are fully committed this evening. There are no tables available– Madam President.” Jasper hangs up the phone, raising his head as the shop’s bell dings. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there because I was just on the phone with– Y/N?”
Y/N stands awkwardly in the middle of the shop when Jasper finally acknowledges her presence, but he frowns when he notices she stands there, alone. Charlotte stands behind her, with a sad look on her features and she takes a tentative step towards her friend.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Charlotte asks. “Where’s Jack Swagger?”
“He– he bailed on me.”
Y/N chokes out, trying to keep her tears at bay. She knows how much effort her friends put into creating this fake underground restaurant just for her to have her date with Jack, she can’t cry in front of them. And yet, she did not expect Jack to bail on her when she was inside a taxi and on her way to pick him up from his hotel. She couldn’t call her friends to tell them to cancel everything, she didn’t have the heart to. They did all this for her, so she could have a quiet date with a celebrity she’d known since she was ten; she couldn’t bail out on her friends after what they’ve done for her. And yeah, she only ever agreed to go on a date with Jack to forget about her unresolved feelings for someone else, and she knew it probably wouldn’t have worked out between her and Jack, but it had been nice to know that someone cared enough about her to take her out on a date. She wasn’t even mad that her date wasn’t about to happen, she was upset because her friends had created a fake restaurant for her and Jack, and he’d bailed on her at the last minute.
Y/N shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself as if to shield herself from the cold, and she hugs herself tightly as Charlotte puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. Jasper gets off from the chair he’s been sitting on, and he walks around the cashier counter to join his two friends.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jasper wonders, genuine concern in his voice.
“H– he texted me. I was already in a taxi on my way here. I was supposed to pick him up on the way, when he texted. Said he couldn’t make it, superstar stuff he said…”
“Y/N… You could have called us.” Charlotte says. “To tell us your date was cancelled.”
“N– no. You guys made up a fake restaurant in the Man Cave so that I could have my date with Jack. It wouldn’t have been fair to you guys if I had cancelled, not after all the effort you must have put into doing whatever’s below us. I– I’m gonna go down there, and I’m gonna have a girl’s dinner by myself.”
Charlotte smiles sadly, before an idea pops in her mind. She lifts her head to look at Jasper, and an understanding passes between them. Charlotte knows what she has to do.
“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. I’ll have a girl’s dinner with you.” Charlotte lies, having another idea in mind, but Y/N seems to buy it.
“Dinner for two, then?” Jasper chimes in as he walks back behind the counter.
“Yeah, okay.” Y/N laughs. “We have a reservation for Y/N. Y/N L/N.”
“Ah! There it is. Right this way, ladies.”
Y/N and Charlotte look at each other before laughing at Jasper’s antics as he leads the way to the elevator in the back shop.
Down in the Man Cave, Henry waits by the white grand piano as the elevator dings open and out come Y/N, Charlotte, and Jasper. The first thing he notices then, is the absence of Jack Swagger. He frowns, and his grip on the fake menus tightens. His jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth, but his features soften again when his eyes land back on Y/N.
Henry’s breath gets caught up in his throat as he looks at her. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, with her hair cascading down her shoulders and the mesmerized smile hanging on her red, lipstick-covered lips. She spins around on her feet, taking in the sight of the remodelled Man Cave for the occasion, and the long dress she wears twirls as she does so. Her soft chuckle is like music to Henry when it reaches his ears, pulling him out of his reverie just as Jasper and Charlotte walk up to him. But his eyes never leave Y/N, not even when Jasper drags him behind the soundproof curtain until he can’t see her anymore.
“What’s going on?” Schwoz asks, wiping his hands on a dishcloth. “Why’s Henry all lovestruck?”
That seems to pull Henry out of his trance. “No, I’m not!” He says, shaking his head. “Jasper, what’s going on? Why is Y/N on her own?”
“Oh! Jack Swagger bailed on her.” Jasper answers nonchalantly.
“What?!”
“Yeah. He texted her when she was on her way to pick him up in a taxi.”
“So, she came on her own?” Schwoz questions, raising a brow. “Then, what’s the point of a date?”
“She didn’t want to cancel, because she knows how much effort we put in turning the Man Cave into a fake restaurant. She’s going to have a girl’s dinner with Charlotte instead.”
“Well, actually… I lied.”
All four men -including Ray, who’d been eavesdropping on the conversation while stirring a pot- jump on their feet, startled by Charlotte who’s now standing behind Jasper, the soundproof curtain closed behind her.
“Y– you lied to Y/N?” Jasper asks incredulously. “W– why?”
“I thought we were on the same page!” Charlotte groans, throwing her head back.
“Did you– did you leave Y/N on her own?” Ray asks, pointing an accusatory finger at Charlotte.
“No, Piper’s here!”
“Wh– What? Piper’s here? Wh– why?” Henry questions.
“She thought she’d see Jack Swagger with Y/N, so she came to play the piano.”
“But Piper doesn’t know how to play the piano?”
“That’s what I said! She was gonna use her phone to play slow jams, and she’d just fake playing.”
“Uh, makes sense.” Schwoz shrugs as he nods approvingly.
“Any-Ray…” Ray interrupts. “Why did you lie to Y/N, Charlotte?”
“Come on! I can’t be the only one smart enough to have figured it out, can I?” When no one says anything, Charlotte says, “Henry is going to take Y/N out for dinner here.”
Henry drops the fake menus he’d been holding onto all this time, and he whips his head towards Charlotte, blinking several times as if she’d grown several heads and he couldn’t believe it.
“Wh– wha– what?” He breathes out in shock. “Wh– wh– why?! I can’t take Y/N out for dinner, have you lost your mind Char?”
“Hen, we know you like her.” Charlotte implies, and her statement is followed by a chorus of hm.
“Wh– what? N– no, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do.” Jasper states. “Now that Char’s said it out loud, we know what she’s talking about. You’re not good at hiding it.”
“Even Ray could tell you like her.” Charlotte adds.
“Hey!” Ray whines. “But it’s true though. You do like her.”
“Yeah! You’ve been doing oogly eyes at Y/N whenever she comes to work.” Schwoz carries on, nodding.
“What does that even mean, Schwoz?!” Henry wonders.
“You can’t take your eyes off her!”
“Schwoz’s right.” Charlotte agrees. “You even started to read her favorite book. And you hate reading.”
Henry sighs, throwing his head back and lifting his arms up in defeat.
“Okay, fine! Fine.” He says. “So, what if I like her? What am I supposed to do?”
“Take her out on a date, Kid.” Ray answers, motioning towards the soundproof curtains.
“But what if she doesn’t like me that way?”
“But, what if she does?”
Henry glares at Ray, before he glances towards Charlotte. Surely she’d been joking when she suggested he takes Y/N out on a date here in the Man Cave turned restaurant. But she looks at him with a knowing smile, arms crossed over her chest, and she’s backed up by Jasper, who has a smug expression plastered on his face.
Henry sighs. It’s true that he hasn’t been really excited to play-pretend being a waiter in a fake restaurant, because it meant being forced to watch Y/N enjoy her date with Jack Swagger. It’s true, now that he thinks about it, he’d felt slightly jealous when Y/N first mentioned her date with Jack Swagger earlier today. And it’s true that he’d felt slightly relieved when he found out that Jack Swagger bailed on Y/N. So, what is he so afraid of now? Charlotte’s offering him a chance to take Y/N out on a date, in this fake restaurant they’d spent all afternoon setting up, why doesn’t he want to take it?
He glances at the soundproof curtains, knowing Y/N’s behind with his sister, and Henry can hear the thumping of his heart the more he thinks about how she looks tonight. Her bright smile, the wonder in her eyes as she’d looked around the remodeled Man Cave for the occasion, her H/C cascading down her shoulders, or how her dress fitted her perfectly as she twirled around.
“Earth to Henry. Earth to Henry.”
Henry blinks, pulled out of his thoughts by Ray’s voice, and when he turns his head back towards his friends, he knows what he has to do. He fumbles with the knot around his waist, before handing his apron to Jasper.
“Why are you giving me this?” Jasper asks, raising a brow.
“I’m gonna take Y/N out on a date.” Henry says confidently. “Give me your tux jacket.”
Jasper grumbles and reluctantly gives his jacket to his friend. Lucky for the both of them, they wear the same size so the jacket fits Henry like a glove.
“Let’s get this date on the road!” Ray shouts as he fist-bumps the air, returning to his cooking.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t blow up another kitchen with those flares.” Charlotte sighs, watching as Ray childishly lights up a flare.
“Thanks.” Henry whispers before he turns to Jasper.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll be the waiter tonight.”
“Thanks man.”
—
Henry steps out of the made-up kitchen, instantly spotting Y/N by the grand white piano, laughing as Piper pretends to be a professional pianist. He nervously adjusts the tie around his neck, wiping his moist hands on his trousers as he walks over to the two teenage girls. Tentatively, he puts a hand on Y/N’s back, and she turns her head around to look at him.
“Oh, hey Hen.” She smiles. “What’s up?”
“Char told me what happened,” he says. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. Where is Charlotte, by the way?”
“In the kitchen, making sure Ray doesn’t blow it up.”
“Oh.”
Henry can hear the disappointment in her voice, and he instantly feels guilty, dropping his hand from the small of her back. He swallows nervously, and he hears the rustling of the curtain behind him, meaning Jasper’s waiting to settle them at their table.
“Y/N?” Henry calls for her attention.
She lifts her head, eyes looking into his. “Hm?”
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks her, rubbing a hand against his neck out of nervousness.
“Wh– what?”
“This is going to be interesting.” Piper whispers under her breath as she watches.
“I, uh… I’d like to take you out on a date if, uh… that’s okay with you?” Henry tries again, albeit clumsily.
“Are you– are you asking because Jack Swagger bailed on me?”
“N– no! No!” Henry shakes his head, hands dropping to his sides. “No! I’m– Listen, Y/N, I– I like you. I mean, I like like you, Y/N. And I’d love it if you’d go on a date with me.”
“You– you like me?” Y/N stutters, blinking.
“Yeah, I do.”
Y/N lets out a trembling breath. She doesn’t know what to think; she’s had the longest crush on her best friend that she doesn’t even remember when she’d first caught feelings for him. He’d been the whole reason she agreed to go on a date with Jack Swagger in the first place; to forget about her confusing feelings for Henry. But here he is now, after she’d been bailed on, asking her out on a date in a fake restaurant he’d put up all afternoon with the rest of their friends. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart as she looks back to Henry. What an interesting night this turns out to be, she thinks.
“I’d love to go on a date with you, Henry Hart.” Y/N says eventually, smiling.
“Shall we?”
Henry asks as he offers her his arm to take, and shivers run down his spine when her hand finds the crook of his elbow. He looks at her with a smile, before he leads her away from the grand piano, where Piper resumes fake-playing a slow tune, and towards Jasper who holds the fake menus in his hands.
“If the two lovebirds would follow me,” Jasper says as he slips into the role of a waiter in a fancy restaurant. “We have your table ready right over here.”
“Thanks.” Henry says as he pulls the chair for Y/N.
Y/N sits down, placing her small purse on her thighs as she waits for Henry to sit across from her. She spots the flowers in the centre, and she smiles. Her favourites. For a minute she wonders whose idea it was for the flowers, and after pondering it she comes to the conclusion that it had either been Charlotte, or Henry.
“So…” Y/N trails out, a smirk on her lips, as Henry sits down. “What’s this place called?”
“It’s called Food.” Jasper answers proudly.
“That’s dumb.” Y/N snorts.
“Is it? What if I told you it’s ‘food’ spelled with a U with two dots over it.”
“Now, that’s interesting.” She glances at Henry, who smiles sheepishly.
Jasper hands them the menus. “Take your time, I’ll be back for your orders.”
Y/N gives Jasper a grateful smile, watching as he disappears behind the silver curtains. For a short minute, she can even hear Ray yelling there and she cannot suppress a laugh as she shakes her head in disbelief.
“This place is nice.” She says, looking at Henry again. “For a fake restaurant.”
“Right? So private.”
“Henry, we’re the only ones here. Of course, it’s private.”
“Ye– yeah, I know. I just– I like the idea of our first date being private. Y’know, without anyone around.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Maybe that your sister is eying us from the piano, and that everyone else here has poked their head through the curtain to spy on us.”
Y/N finishes explaining with a laugh, and Henry looks over his shoulder to see Ray, Schwoz, Charlotte, and Jasper with their heads poking through the soundproof curtain, one head after the other. He frowns, giving them his best menacing stare, and all of them scurry off back behind the curtains. Then he glances towards his sister, his lips pressed into a thin line when he sees her with her phone in her hand as if she were going to take a picture. He wants to tell her off, but the words get lost in his throat when he feels a hand above his on the table, and he turns his head back around to look at Y/N. She’s smiling that soft smile she always wears around the people she loves, and Henry’s breath gets caught up in his throat again. God, she’s beautiful, he thinks as he flips his hand around so that his palm touches hers.
“I’m sorry this isn’t the date you had in mind.” He tells her, holding her hand in his. “And I’m sorry Jack Swagger bailed on you. And that you’re stuck with me inst–”
“Henry.” She interrupts him, smiling. “I’m glad it’s you I’m stuck with. And it may be a fake restaurant, with fake chefs, a fake waiter and a fake pianist, but I’m happy it’s you here with me.”
“R– really?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I’m not sure it would have worked out between me and Jack, if something ever were to happen… I don’t think I’m cut out to be the girlfriend of a superstar.” She laughs, rolling her eyes playfully.
“And what about being the girlfriend of an awesome sidekick to a superhero?” Henry asks with a smug smile on his lips.
“Henry Hart, are you asking me to be your girlfriend at the beginning of our very first date?”
Y/N questions him, letting go of his hand as she leans over the table, resting her elbows on top of the silver table cloth, and she rests her chin atop her linked hands. A playful smirk grows on her lips as she watches him, raising a brow as she waits for his answer.
“And what if I am?” He says then, mimicking her movements. “What then?”
Y/N hums, feigning deeply thinking. “I don’t know. Do you know any awesome sidekicks here in Swellview?”
“I might know of one. Maybe you’ve heard of him. His name is Kid Danger.”
“The name does ring a bell.” She says playfully, leaning further over the table. “Do you know where I might find him?”
“I heard he works in a store called Junk’N’Stuff.” Henry answers, leaning over the table until his forehead touches hers. “And I heard he’s really Henry Hart behind the mask.”
“Well then, Henry Hart,” Y/N says with a smile. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”
Summary: Your accidentally find out that your best friend is the same superhero sidekick that's been around since the two of you were in middle school.
Additional Tags: one single mention alluding to childhood best friends!Henry x reader (or two idrk what I write sometimes); can be read as anywhere between seasons 3-5 on the timeline due to mentions of Charlotte and Jasper being aware; can be read as platonically or not!
Word Count: 2k
“What exactly is this test, even?”
“Maybe if you came to school more often, you’d know already,” you hum from your spot on top of his loft, flipping through another page of your homework.
The two of you are trying to do homework and study for the incoming quiz over the weekend—and keyword being trying; Henry can’t seem to focus on any of the material for his life.
“Alright, I get it,” Henry lets out an exasperated sigh, doing the complete opposite of you by sitting his own work aside. “No big deal, I’ll just do a makeup test later.”
“Henry, I don’t know how many more makeup tests you have left.”
“Yeah, well it’s either that or I get held back.”
You give him a small look, “Guess which one my money’s on.”
He waves you off slightly in response.
“It’s not my fault; it’s just work has been so-”
Out of nowhere, the conversation is cut by the sound of these brief, rapid beeps interrupting, and Henry’s eyes immediately flicker downwards towards the black watch that sits on his wrist at all times.
“…Uhhh, I gotta go,” he says, already hurrying to get on his feet. “Emergency at work.”
Your eyes flicker in recognition. This isn’t the first time that Henry’s had a work emergency out of the blue, so you’re pretty used to hearing those words.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue,” you say, standing up from your own spot. “Y’know, I never knew you could have this many work emergencies at a junk store.”
“Haha,” this isn’t an exaggeration—you actually heard every syllable in his awkward laugh. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later, bye!”
You walk out and close his door behind you, traveling down the stairs to grab your shoes before going out the front door.
“Going already, sweetheart?” Henry’s mother calls from the kitchen as you’re in the middle of tying a lace.
“Yeah, Henry’s got work to do,” you nodded, finally standing upright after a moment or so. “Bye, Mrs. Hart!”
After waiting for her to bid you a returning farewell, you turn the knob to their front door and head out, letting the door shut and your feet make it all the way to the end of the front porch before you reach for your phone, sticking a hand in your pocket.
And it wasn’t there.
Confused, you stop, checking the other pocket, then start to pat yourself to do a skimming search for it.
Since it’s nowhere on your person, you turn around to the seating area of the porch, sliding the backpack from your shoulders to sit it down, unzipping it and quickly running through every nook and cranny before your suspicions are confirmed.
You left your phone in the house.
Upstairs.
In Henry’s room.
It’s definitely not the worst situation—in fact, the only reason you’re dreading it is because you’ve already left the house and gone down the stairs, and repeating those steps feels like an entire journey right now; a school backpack is no joke when it’s this heavy.
Sighing at your forgetfulness, you open the door back up again, catching the attention of Henry’s mom, who gives you a knowing look.
“Forgot something?”
“My phone,” you affirm, pointing quickly at the staircase. “I’ll be out in a couple more minutes.”
“Take your time,” she smiles, and leaving it at that, you head for the stairs, dropping your backpack off at the door—because now that you think of it, there’s really no reason to carry it—hopping up two at a time just to get to the top faster.
Making it all the way to Henry’s room, you just walk in without any forethought, pushing the door open halfway so you could get through.
“Sorry, I’m back again, I almost forgot my-”
All thoughts of your phone—and literally anything else—went straight out of the window when you were stunned into silence by the sight in front of you.
When you came through the door, Henry had turned around with wide eyes, towards the end of blowing a bubble of a wad of bubblegum.
Absolutely normal stuff, right?
Wrong, because after the bubble popped, there was this bright flash of light, and when you finally stopped squinting to question what it was, it wasn’t Henry you were looking at anymore.
It was Kid Danger.
Your best friend was Kid Danger. Henry Hart, the boy you’ve practically known since birth.
HE was Kid Danger.
He’s been Kid Danger for all these years and you never even knew.
You couldn’t even find it in yourself to say anything. Not that you didn’t have anything to say—in fact, you had a long list of things you wanted to say and questions to ask, but the revelation was just so genuinely off putting that your overwhelmed brain chemistry couldn’t even process them properly.
“(Y/n)-” Henry’s voice and demeanor is in an entire state of panic, his hands extended because he’s trying to figure out what to do, what to say to you. You’re not the only one lost for words. “I- I, um…”
“…You.” It’s one word, barely even that. Your mouth opens and closes, trying to get the question out. “You’re Kid-?”
He puts a finger to his lips, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He walks up to you, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you away from the door so he could close it.
And maybe lock it this time. He really needs to start doing that more.
By the time he’s got his eyes back on you, yours are swimming with all kinds of different emotions.
“You’re… you’re Kid Danger,” you murmur, the words coming out as more or a statement than the question it was originally going to be.
Like it was sinking in for you, too.
“I didn’t mean for you to see this,” he says, shaking his head. “Not like this, at least, not while-”
Before he can even explain himself or anything else to you, his watch beeps again under his sleeve.
Right. The entire reason he had changed into this uniform in the first place.
Swellview needed saving.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he goes, “Can… we talk about this later?”
You nod without thinking, not like you could argue anyways.
“(Y/n).” The dazed expression on your face shifts a bit at his serious call of your name. He grabs you by the shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. “I need you to go back down there and pretend like none of this happened.”
“…That’s kind of a tall order,” you replied quietly, pressing your lips together.
“I know,” he sighs. “I know. Just for now. Please.”
It wasn’t like you would’ve ever said no in the first place. But you nod anyways, just to give him the reassurance that he needs, watching his shoulders slump in relief.
“Thank you,” the response is sincere, and he looks at you one last time before letting go, rushing over to his window to climb out of it.
And you watch him go, still dumbfounded by this entire situation, by the gravity of revelation of such a huge secret.
—
For the entire rest of the day, you waited.
What more could you do besides that?
You’ve been laying in your bed for who knows how long, a pillow clutched to your torso while you face the ceiling, still trying to wrap your head around the fact.
Then you start to think—thinking back to all of the times when it should’ve been obvious, dating all the way back to when the two of you were thirteen, all the times when he was acting so strange about things.
Of course you didn’t think anything of it. Henry’s always been a little strange, so it’s not like you had much of a reason to question it?
Maybe this is your sign to start questioning things more.
It’s one heck of a sign, but it’s done its job.
You’ve completely lost any concept of time amidst the journey through your mind, but by the time you look up at the sound of a knock on the window, the sun has long since faded as a crisp darkness takes its place.
However, in the illumination of the moonlight, you can make out a familiar silhouette.
Fully sitting upright, you scoot downwards until you make it to the edge of the bed to stand, walking over to your window to flip the latch and push it open.
“Hey.”
“Hey…” you reply, fingers tapping against the wall while the two of you just stare at each other.
It was so odd, how different it felt seeing your best friend like this, in this light. It’s never felt this strange around him, in fact, he was one of the few people you felt at ease with.
But now, that ease had faded with the belief that you knew Henry Hart completely.
“…Can I come in?” He tries after a while, breaking the silence. The chill biting at your skin is what inclines you to nod, stepping back to let him pull himself through.
Even then, you didn’t have any particular set of words to say—couldn’t find them. Henry kept his eyes on you, your mannerisms, the way you’d look at anything else but him.
And well, maybe he didn’t think this through. How would he go about defending himself for keeping a secret like this from you since you’ve both been in the eighth grade?
“So…” he clears his throat awkwardly. “You know about this now.”
“Yeah.” You’re merely sitting on the side of your bed, playing with the loose threads of the linens beneath you. “Guess I know why you’re hardly ever in school now, huh?”
It’s a weak attempt at a joke, but you’re trying the best that you can, to be normal about this.
“It’s definitely a better look,” he agrees, taking a couple of steps towards your bed. He tries to gauge you, anticipate what you’ll ask or want to hear next. “Some after school job.
Your head bobs in agreement, letting the silence tuck back into the empty space.
“…Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Henry sighs, running his fingers through his previously neatly laid head of blond hair.
“I- I wanted to. Ray said it was too dangerous to tell anyone my secret identity, and-”
“Wait, wait. Ray? Ray, as in your boss? The guy who’s super obsessed with your mom?” Suddenly, you go still. “Please don’t tell me he’s Captain Man.”
The boy winces, knowing that he’d walked right into you figuring that one out—and part of him wants to ask how you couldn’t figure out the identity of your best friend sooner than you did his boss.
“Okayyy, I probably shouldn’t have said that,” he comments before ultimately nodding and confirming your suspicions. “(Y/n), this secret has to stay between us.”
You give him a look, “Henry, who else would I tell? I mean… there’s Charlotte and Jasper, but I would never-”
“They already know.”
The revelation has you stunned, “…They do?”
“Yeah. They’ve known for a while now-”
With big eyes, your voice becomes incredulous. “Charlotte and Jasper have known and I haven’t?”
Grabbing ahold of your shoulders, Henry gently quiets you down, explaining the circumstances behind the facts.
“Charlotte figured it out, and Jasper…” he shakes his head at that one. “-that was my fault, I told him on accident. No one is supposed to know, technically. It’s dangerous knowing who I am. That’s why I never told you. I’d just be putting one more person at risk.”
At your lack of response, he scoots closer to you on the bed until your shoulders are pressed up against one another, giving him the ability to give you a gentle nudge.
“You’re my best friend. I love you too much for that.”
Hearing his earnest statement makes your heart soften. Truly, you were never quite angry with him more than it was a slight hurt for not being trusted with the secret before all this, but nonetheless, the feeling found itself melting away.
You knew how true his words were, the pair of you have been attached at the hip since the very beginning, and it’s never been difficult to tell how one feels about the other.
“…I love you, too,” you return the affection in kind, the tension finally leaving your shoulders.
“So… we’re good?”
With a small smile, you find it in yourself to nudge him back.
It was becoming a disappointing pattern; you and Henry made plans, he never showed up and tried to make it up to you. But you never forgot the many times he had stood you up. Not showing up to your house for a movie was nothing compared to being stood up at a restaurant where there were other couples gazing lovingly into each others eyes.
You tried calling your boyfriend but he didn't answer. After waiting for over an hour, you left the restaurant and headed home, sneaking inside to avoid questions from your parents about your date.
Henry was on his way back from a mission, crammed into a helicopter with Ray, Charlotte and Schwoz as they returned to the Man Cave. He sighed when he reached your voicemail that was changed.
"Sorry, I can't answer your call. I'm doing literally anything else, Henry Hart." Your voice cut off after the beep and Henry sighed, knowing your snarky tone was aimed at him.
Charlotte's eyebrows rose at your tone, and sent the blond a concerned glance when his features scrunched and he rubbed his forehead.
"She sounds mad."
"Thank you, Schwoz." Henry replied sassily, and he sent you a string of messages, apologising and promising to make it up to you while trying not to think of how often he had done so lately.
An hour later, the messages went unanswered and the blond searched for small stones to throw at your window. You ignored it and he decided to call you repeatedly until you answered.
You blocked his calls, sending them to voicemail and after the fifth time, his phone pinged with a new text message. "Go away." He sighed as he looked at the window. "Not until you talk to me!"
The window opened and you rested your elbows on the ledge. "Go away. There I talked."
"If you won't come down, then I'll just have to climb up."
Your eyebrows rose when he used the wooden lattice panel of the side of the house that your mother used to hold up her roses to climb up. "What are you doing? Get down!"
"Not until you talk to me." He grunted as he climbed higher, shaking his hand when a thorn pricked his skin.
"You'll hurt yourself, you idiot!"
You surged forward to grasp his hand and held the blond as he climbed through the window, sending you both tumbling to the floor. Henry grinned as he sat with his back against the wall.
"See? Easy."
You shook your head, "What do you want, Henry?" You sighed as you stood up, putting distance between you as you crossed your arms. "First, you don't turn up and now you climb through my window."
"I'm sorry I didn't make it." He rose to his feet, "I really wanted to be there."
"You've been absent a lot lately. It's depressingly predictable." You sighed, preparing for the predictable answer, "Where were you?"
"Something came up at work."
You raised an eyebrow, "It's a junk store."
"It's surprisingly time consuming."
You frowned as you lowered your arms, "Clearly."
Henry stepped forward and placed his hands on your arms, thumbs brushing back and forth. "I really am sorry. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." You tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. "And I hate that I have."
You placed a hand on his chest, "Next time, let the junk gather dust?"
Henry knew he couldn't promise not to break another date, but he could try harder and he believed there had to be a way that he and Ray could fight crime quicker so that he didn't have to leave you stranded again.
"Deal." He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he pressed his lips to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. "I really am sorry."
"I know." You murmured against his shirt.
But Henry knew from your tone that one day his apologises wouldn't be enough and he had to decided whether to tell you his secret, or risk you breaking up with him. And he knew that time was approaching far too quickly.
“YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME” HENRY HART X GIRLFRIEND READER
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend Henry has everyone swooning over him and you hate it (Movie Henry)
WARNINGS : none I think?
MASTERLIST
The argument was stupid. At least to Henry. You were jealous, it was obvious. Since high school, Henry had no problem getting women. Well, now it wasn’t high school anymore. You were both in your twenties and this was the real world now.
But even in the real world, Henry had all the women on him.
It annoyed you. The constant flirting women did with him. Even openly with you present. Granted, Henry always shut the flirting down. He never entertained it.
It didn’t make you any less pissed off.
The argument got heated. Henry was mad you would even think about the possibly of him cheating on you. Then you shut down completely and walked out the house.
Henry has not seen you for approximately seventeen hours.
“Hey, you know who it is. Leave a message at the beep. Or don’t. I don’t really care.”
Beep.
“I swear to god, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to lose my mind. Where the fuck are you?” *sighs* “Look, you want to be pissed at me? Fine. You take the bed and I’ll take the couch but ignoring me for seventeen hours and turning your location off is crossing the line and you know it. Come home. Now.”
You rolled your eyes at the voicemail and deleted it. Were you being a little childish? Yes, but you didn’t care. You were mad. Henry got to be the hero in Dystopia. Signing autographs and having all the women swoon over him.
Who were you? Just his girlfriend.
You were outside of the bar, debating if you should get yourself a drink. You knew it was only a moment of time until Henry figured out some way to track you so you were soaking it in as long as you could.
A man was standing outside of the bar. He was a little bit older than you. He reeked of booze and despair. You tried to not make eye contact so he wouldn’t speak to you but it was too late.
“What? Mad at boyfriend?”
You were trying to be polite. The men at Dystopia weren’t exactly the best so you just gave a polite smile. “Something like that.”
“If you were with me baby, you wouldn’t have worry about that.”
Before you could respond, you heard a voice creeping up behind you. A familiar one. “Good thing you don’t have to worry about that.”
Henry was too quick to find you. Quicker than you anticipated which irritated you.
“How did you find me?!”
“Why were you hiding from me in the first place?”
The guy looked between the two before directing his attention back to Henry. “It seems like she don’t wanna be bothered.”
Henry gave the guy a look, eyeing him up and down. He even looked stunned he would make a remark like that. “It seems like I don’t care.”
You sighed a little, knowing Henry’s attitude. “Henry-“
“Don’t do that. Blackout is still out here and you want to take a stroll in town because what? You think I’m with other women?”
The guy still decided to chirp in again. “The lady doesn’t want you. So leave.”
Henry started to rub his temples in irritation. “Dude if you don’t back the fuck up, I’m gonna punch you in the face.” You grabbed Henry’s arm and forced him to walk away from the man. “No, seriously, who is this guy?”
His attention was focused on the guy so you forced Henry to look at you. “I needed space.”
“You needed seventeen hours of space?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“You can’t just do that.”
“Last time I checked, I’m not you. I didn’t sign up some shitty contract with you and now, you dictate how things go in the relationship.”
“Who’s dictating? If the roles were reversed, my head would be on a stick.”
“Your head is going to be on a stick if you don’t leave me alone.”
Before Henry could reply, the guy walked back up to them. “Leave her alone, asshole. She doesn’t want you.
Henry, very clearly irritated and frustrated, gives in to his impulsive urges. He punches him straight in the jaw, knocking the guy out. You just shake your head, knowing your boyfriend and saw it coming when the guy wouldn’t leave the two of you alone.
“I seriously don’t know how you became a superhero.” You told him honestly.
Henry ignores the statement and changes the subject, feeling the bruise starting to form on his knuckles. “We need to have a real conversation about this. Not you dismissing me like you always do.”
You gave him a look. “Like I always do? You’re the one that’s been dismissing me and my feelings!”
Henry sighed. He scratches the back of neck, pulling at the back of head slightly. “I’m not trying to, babe but I don’t understand what more you want me to do. You honestly believe I would cheat on you?”
“I don’t know.”
Henry looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you just said. “You don’t know?”
“Yeah, I don’t.”
Before Henry could say anything, he saw exactly what he was dreading. News reporters and a whole bunch of fans, specifically women. “Ah shit.”
One of the news reporters came rushing to him. “Henry! Is it true you punched this defenseless man?”
“Now is not the time.” Henry told him. He tried to focus his attention back on you but one of his fans that were women grabbed on the material of his jacket.
“Ooh. I like this. Is this real leather?”
You nodded, officially done with whatever conversation you and Henry were having. “Okay. I’m out of here.”
You were already walking away when Henry was calling your name. “Stop worrying about that loser.” The woman said flirty to him.
The random woman calling you, his girlfriend a loser made his blood boil. He shoved him off of her. Almost to the point where she could’ve fallen on her ass. “Get the hell off of me.”
He doesn’t care for the shocked look on her face. He pushes past the news reporter and keeps walking to get to you. “Baby, stop.” He grabs you and forces you to look at him. “Okay, I’m done. You hear me? I quit.”
You looked at him confused. “Quit what?”
“All this. Fighting crime. Being in the spotlight. If that’s what it takes for you to get over this and trust me again then I will stop. I don’t want to be the hero if it means losing you.”
That’s when it all it you like a brick. Henry was willing to give up everything. Again. Just to be with you. Just like he did when he was Kid Danger.
You were being selfish and you couldn’t keep doing this to him. Not anymore.
Tears were rushing down your face. Henry let out a sigh seeing how upset you were. “I’m sorry.” You told him.
If there was one thing Henry hated, it was to see you cry. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He rubbed your back to soothe you.
Henry’s hugs always felt like a big warm grizzly bear was hugging you. “I just feel like I don’t deserve you…” You said through the tears.
“Baby…”
“We met in high school and sometimes I feel like you settled for me.”
“Me? Settle with you?” Henry asked like he couldn’t believe it. He pulled away from the hug and you looked at him. “I love you. More than anything in the world. So what we met in high school? That doesn’t mean I want to ever explore the idea of other women. I want you and only you.” He takes his hand and interlocks it with yours. “I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have you.”
“Dead?”
Henry laughed a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer. “Yeah, probably.” He gave you a peck on the lips. “You done being mad at me?”
You gave him a suggestive smile. “You going to take me home and show me how much you love me?”
Henry immediately caught on. He scooped you up, bridal style which made you let out a squeal. “Yes, ma’am.”
plot: during a mission, henry gets hit with a chemically-altered weapon and finds himself under the influence of the love pollen.
pairing: henry hart x fem!reader
show: henry danger
warnings: none that i can think of. brief mention of injuries, maybe?
word count: 8,9k
author’s notes: english is not my first language, apologies for any mistakes. this piece is based off a request i received, and it is the only request i’ll ever do (i have explained why in the guidelines tab you can find in the pinned post on my blog). as i read the request, an idea popped into my head right away, which is why i had to write it. this takes place around season five of henry danger, before henry loses his hypermotility. it’s also sorta inspired by the episode love muffin from season three of henry danger. a little backstory worth mentioning, reader got the job as one of ray’s sidekicks the same day as henry, and she goes by the name Menace. i hope you enjoy reading!
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It all just kind of happened. Y/N cannot tell how, when or why; it just happened. It was supposed to be a simple mission: catch a bad guy who escaped from the police’s holding cell, throw his ass back to jail, and celebrate the victory with Inside-Out Burger and the rest of the Danger team. It was anything but.
“Hen, are you okay?” Y/N asks her friend, gently tapping his cheek to wake him up.
She can hear grunts and shouts behind her, and she knows Ray is trying his best to subdue Dr. Lover, a misguided scientist who uses the pollen from various flowers to create all kinds of chemical weapons with his scientific knowledge. But her focus is solely on her best friend, who lay unconscious on the floor after being hit by a blast from one of Dr. Lover’s weapons. Y/N pulls her lower lip between her teeth, one hand gently cradling Henry’s face while she uses her other hand to gently tap his nose and cheek again.
“C’mon Hen, wake up.”
Y/N insists, her voice barely above a whisper as she keeps on trying to wake him up, but his eyes stay closed. The weapon Dr. Lover used on Kid Danger lay scattered somewhere around her, but it is of no use to her as she has no idea what that weapon is, and what it does.
Panic slowly creeps under her skin. Her breathing becomes shallow, shortened. Her eyes flicker around the warehouse, but they always drift back to her best friend, lying unconscious next to her. The sounds of Captain Man’s grunts as he fights Dr. Lover gets muffled by the racing thoughts in her brain, and her vision becomes blurry when the tears fill her eyes. A short whimper leaves her slightly parted lips, and she bites down her bottom lip again, trying to keep herself together.
“Shit!” She blurts out, voice shaking. “Don’t do this to me Henry, come on…”
She moves one of her hands from his face to the side of his neck, looking for his pulse. The adrenaline rushes through every fiber of her body when she cannot find it, and she can feel the tears silently rolling down her cheeks. She chokes back on a sob, the sound muffled by the hand she brings to her mouth to stop herself from breaking entirely. She inhales sharply, breath trembling as she composes herself. She knows CPR, she could try that, but she isn’t certain Henry needs it. She doesn’t know what that weapon did to him, and maybe she just couldn’t find his pulse because she’s wearing her black and navy-blue gloves. With her teeth, she rips one glove from her hand and she brings her now bare fingers to Henry’s neck, looking for his pulse again. It’s there, but it’s faint, slowing down with each second that passes. A small, relieved sigh leaves her, and she closes her eyes for a short instant. Her ears pick up on the fight behind her, and from the clinking of cuffs against metal and the ragged breaths echoing around the corrugated iron walls, she can tell that Captain Man is close to subdue Dr. Lover.
Y/N looks down on Henry again. She contemplates whether or not to slap him hard across his face to wake him up, but she doubts it will do much when her mind reminds her that his pulse is slowing down. She takes a deep breath, remembering about that one time where she went to a first-aid training. She can do this. With one hand, she tilts Henry’s head up, and with the other she gently pinches his nose as she leans down to perform mouth to mouth. She repeats her movements twice, lowering her ear on his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat, and she resumes her first-aid action another three times before Henry’s body jerks forward in a sitting position as he gasps for air. Y/N gets knocked out of the way in the process, but she lets out a relieved sigh when she sees her best friend finally awake.
“Kid Danger, are you okay?” She asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Henry blinks, running a hand across his face as he looks around, taking in his surroundings. His eyebrows crease a frown on his forehead, and he scratches his temple. He is in an old warehouse, that much he can tell from the dirty walls and the lack of artificial light from the ceiling. He can feel the wind creeping through the holes in the doors and in the walls, and he has to stop himself from retching when the scent of acid reaches his nose. Slowly, the memories of why he is here come back to the forefront of his mind. Dr. Lover had escaped from jail, and it’d been up to Captain Man, Kid Danger, and Menace to get him back there. They’d found him in the old warehouse near the Swellview border, but as soon as they’d stepped inside he got hit by a powerful purple blast that knocked him off his feet. He feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, and he turns his head around.
There she is, Y/N. She wears her sidekick uniform, a navy-blue spandex suit with a black leather jacket that matches his own silver and red one. Her mask, the same colours as her uniform, covers her eyes and there’s a dark eyeshadow that covers her skin; the same way silver eyeshadow covers his.
“Hey Kid Danger.” Y/N smiles when she holds his gaze to hers. “How are you feeling? You got hit pretty badly.”
“I– I–” Henry stutters, feeling the heat rise in his body. “I love you.”
His voice is soft, and Y/N chokes back on her saliva, blinking rapidly. This certainly came out of nowhere, she thinks. She holds her breath when she feels a pair of arms wrap around her midsection and a mop of hair brushing against her chin. Her body freezes, and her mind begins to race with a thousand thoughts by the second. What’s happening? She clears her throat, shaking her head as her eyes drift back to her best friend who is now all snuggled up against her, eyes closed and a lovestruck smile hanging on his lips. She chuckles awkwardly, the sound rumbling from her chest as she puts her hands on Henry’s shoulders to gently push him away from her.
“Alright Kids, we’re good to–”
Captain Man begins to say as he approaches his two sidekicks, but he stops himself mid-sentence when his eyes land on the both of them. A smirk cracks his face, watching Kid Danger snuggling up against Menace and how the teenage girl’s eyes are blown wide in surprise. A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he crouches down next to Menace, putting a hand over her shoulder.
“So, Kid Danger’s okay.” Ray smiles, eying Henry through his mask.
“Is he?” Y/N tilts her head, brows furrowed. “Ray, he won’t let me go.” She whispers then.
“Alright.” The man shrugs, standing up and grabbing one of Henry’s arms to pull him up. “Come on Kid, we gotta go.”
Henry whines when he is pulled away from Y/N, lips pouted when he turns to look at Ray. Y/N lets out a heavy sigh, jumping on her two feet. She picks up her glove, sliding it back on her hand, and she brushes away the dust that had gathered on her legs when she’d been sitting on the floor. When she looks back at her boss, Henry’s already back by her side, both his arms wrapped around her shoulders as he rests his chin in the crook of her neck. The heat flares up her cheeks, and Y/N is fairly certain that her face is a bright red colour. Henry’s sudden confession lingers in her mind; it felt weird, and out of the blue. Sure, she’s had the longest crush on her best friend; she can’t even remember when she first caught feelings for him, but she always tried to hide the way she truly feels about him. Had he suddenly figured it out and needed to tell her how he feels too? Or did Dr. Lover’s chemical weapon do something to him? Either way, Y/N cannot shake the feeling of déjà-vu; like something similar had happened before. She lets out a soft smile, running a gloved hand across her face as she feels Henry’s arms tighten their embrace around her shoulders. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, helplessly looking at Ray, with her head slightly tilted to the side.
“I don’t think he’s gonna let you go, Kid.” Ray states, amused by the situation.
“You think?” Y/N snaps back, brows raised. “How are we supposed to get back to the Man Cave if he’s all snuggled up against me?”
Ray shrugs as his eyes drift towards Henry. His eyes are closed as he lays his head above Y/N’s left shoulder, his hands locked together over her clavicles. Y/N lets out a breath, giving Henry’s hands a gentle tap to break free of his hold, and she steps aside next to him when he unravels his arms from around her. There’s a lopsided grin on his lips when he looks at her through half-opened lids, and a small giggle rumbles from his chest when her hand finds his.
“C’mon Kid Danger.” She says, her voice soft. “Let’s get back to the Man Cave.”
—
Going back to the Man Cave proved to be more difficult than what Y/N had expected, with Henry stuck to her the whole way there and Ray making snarky remarks here and there whenever Y/N tried to pull away and Henry protested. Now she’s sitting on the round couch near the supercomputer, out of her Menace uniform and back into her own clothes, with Henry snuggled up against her, him too in his civilian clothes.
Y/N had seen Henry under the influence of a love potion before, but she didn’t have romantic feelings for him then. And, she hadn’t been the object of his love. She vaguely remembered the events from two years earlier, when Ray had had muffin-induced feelings of love for a villain named Gwen. The woman had tried to do the same with Henry, but instead of having muffin-induced feelings of love for her, he ended up having muffin-induced feelings for Jasper. The feelings only disappeared when anger took over them, and she remembers how Henry had been injured after picking up a fight with Ray. When she thinks about it, she should have known that giving mouth to mouth to her best friend after he’d been hit by one of Dr. Lover’s weapons would lead to something like this. Surely the villain didn’t call himself Dr. Lover for nothing.
Y/N closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose when the elevator doors ding open. She tries her best to look over her shoulder to see who it is, but the task turns out to be complicated when you have a six feet teenage boy holding onto you for dear life with his head buried in the crook of your neck. She groans softly, throwing her head back against the edge of the couch, getting a glimpse of Jasper approaching the Man couch.
“I am so glad I am not the object of his love this time!” Jasper snorts when he sits across from Y/N, a smile on his lips.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying my suffering, Jasp.” Y/N rolls her eyes.
“Come on, Y/N.” Jasper smirks, giving her a knowing side-eye. “Is it really suffering?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Y/N’s lips turn into a thin line as she glares at Jasper, who only raises his arms up in defense. So, maybe she’s been more obvious than she thought she’d been about her feelings for her best friend but last she knew, Henry had no idea how she felt about him and she’d prefer it if it stayed that way. She doesn’t want to ruin her friendship with him, and she certainly won’t let the influence of a love potion change that. If it even is a love potion, she thinks.
Henry shifts next to her, and Y/N takes it as an opportunity to move away from him. But Henry’s faster than her, curse his hypermotility, and his slender fingers wrap themselves around her wrist, pulling her back to him. She lets out a small yelp when she lands on his lap, her body stiffening when his arms snake around her waist and he pulls her close. Her back is against his chest, and he rests his chin atop her shoulder, his blond mop of tangled hair brushing against her earlobe. A shiver runs down her spine, and she has to close her eyes to control her breathing. Schwoz needs to figure out what happened to Henry, and he needs to figure it out soon.
“I don’t suppose making him angry will change anything?” Y/N suggests, raising a brow at Jasper.
He seems to think for a moment. “Nope. Schwoz said this wasn’t like the love muffin from two years ago so…” He trails out, looking for his next words. “Whatever Dr. Lover did to Henry, it’s different from Gwen and her love muffins.”
“Okay… but here’s a thought. We never caught Gwen again, after the whole incident. Do we think she might be working with Dr. Lover this time?”
Jasper shrugs, taking a quick glance towards Henry. His eyes are closed as he leans over Y/N’s shoulder, a lovestruck smile hanging on his lips, and his arms are tightly secured around her waist, preventing her from evading him. It reminds Jasper of the time where Henry had been under the influence of the love muffin, and how he wouldn’t stop clinging onto him until Piper had attacked him for stealing her curling iron. Jasper grimaces at the memory, but he can understand Y/N’s discomfort with the whole situation. Contrary to what everyone thinks, Jasper has a tendency to observe people when they’re not watching, and even an idiot would see the way Y/N steals furtive glances towards Henry when he’s not looking, or how her cheeks would flare up whenever someone suggested that they might be dating. Jasper knows about Y/N’s feelings for Henry, but he keeps it to himself because he knows it has to come from her if she ever wants to say anything about it. Besides, he is an excellent secret keeper, he wouldn’t tell on his friends. But when he thinks about it, perhaps Y/N’s right. Perhaps Dr. Lover’s been working with Gwen, and whatever it was that hit Henry earlier today might have something to do with Gwen’s love muffins from two years ago.
The sprocket hisses as it rises to the ceiling, and Jasper turns his head towards it. Ray steps out, eyes stuck to the PearPad he holds in his hands. His brows are furrowed, creasing lines on his forehead that show the weight of a life of crime-fighting. At the same time, the hidden door between the supercomputer panel and the auto-snacker clicks open, and Y/N looks over Jasper’s shoulder to see Schwoz coming out of there, grumbling in a foreign language.
“Did you find anything?” Y/N asks Schwoz, a little hopeful.
But the science man says nothing, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as he walks to another room, somewhere in the hallways behind the tube pads. Y/N sighs, throwing her head back as she closes her eyes. The exhaustion of the day starts to weigh on her, to the point that she doesn’t care if she’s Henry’s hostage anymore. Besides, his shoulder’s comfortable so why wouldn’t she rest her head on it? Henry seems to enjoy it too, because as soon as her head is on his shoulder, his smile grows larger across his face, and he half-open his eyes to glance at her. All he can see is her strained neck though, and all he can think about is how tempting it is to kiss it. Instead, he simply nuzzles his face closer to the crook of where her neck and shoulder meet, the tip of his nose brushing against her skin as her sweet perfume fills his nostrils when he takes a deep, contented breath. He doesn’t realize that his small gesture makes the goosebumps rise on Y/N’s skin, nor does he notice how she holds her breath for a minute.
“Ray?” Y/N calls out eventually, her voice half-asleep. She doesn’t mean to enjoy the close proximity with Henry, but it’s comfortable. Safe.
Ray detaches his gaze from the PearPad in his hands to look up to the round couch where both his sidekicks and Jasper are seated. He raises a brow when he notices the smirk on Jasper’s face, but he can’t help a smirk of his own when he sees just what Jasper is smiling about.
“Ray?” Y/N calls out again, her voice sleepy.
“Yeah?” Ray suppresses a chuckle.
“Do we think Gwen might be working with Dr. Lover?”
“Why?”
“Well…”
Y/N stops herself when she feels Henry’s fingers suddenly trail up and down her right side, sending a shiver down her spine. She holds her breath, pressing her lips together to try to compose herself, and she moves her arms down on Henry’s, clasping her hands above his to make him stop. She swallows the nervous lump in her throat, gathering her thoughts. Henry smiles lazily against her neck, and she can feel the redness in her cheeks. She clears her throat, blinking.
“We know Henry’s been hit with one of Dr. Lover’s weapons,” she begins again, her voice wavering. “And whatever it was, it made him fall in love with me, for some reason. Is it possible that, whatever that weapon was, it had the same kind of chemicals Gwen’s love muffins had when she made you fall in love with her, and Henry with Jasper?”
Her words are slurred together as she voices out her thoughts, and it takes Ray a minute to understand her. Another, deeper frown creases lines on his forehead as he reflects on her words. Much of what happened with Gwen was like a foggy memory in his brain, and the only thing he could remember clearly was how angry he’d been when Henry had tried to pick up a fight with him. Ray looks back at Y/N, a brow raised as she slowly lifts her head, eyelids half-dropped over her eyes. Behind her, Henry whines softly as his head falls off of her shoulder.
“We never caught Gwen either, after the whole muffin fiasco.” Y/N mumbles sleepily. “Could she have been working with Dr. Lover?”
Ray seems to be considering this. “She might have.” He says then, looking back at the PearPad in his hands. “I’ll ask Schwoz to compare the chemicals from the love muffin with the ones from Dr. Lover’s weapon.”
Y/N hums in response. The elevator dings open, and Jasper looks over his friends’ heads to see Charlotte coming out of it, her eyebrows rising up in confusion when she spots Y/N on Henry’s lap. Like Y/N earlier, Charlotte also gets a sense of déjà-vu. She frowns as she makes her way to the couch.
“Is this the love muffin thing all over again?” Charlotte asks, sitting next to Jasper.
Charlotte, Jasper, Y/N, and Schwoz are the only ones who remember in detail what had happened two years ago, with Gwen and her love muffins. And although they did tell Henry and Ray what had happened, their memories of it were always a little foggy. The only thing they can remember from it is being angry when someone attacked the one they loved or said bad things about them.
“Yeah, but I think Y/N’s secretly enjoying it.” Jasper laughs and winks as he answers Charlotte.
Y/N gives him a glare, suddenly wide awake. “I do not.” She feels her cheeks turning bright red. “It’s just– every time I try to leave,” she says, unraveling Henry’s arms from around her waist and shifting to a seat next to him to prove a point. Henry whines in discontent, reaching for her again. Y/N sighs. “This happens.” She clicks her tongue, allowing Henry to wrap his arms around her waist again.
He doesn’t pull her onto his lap this time, and only one of his arms has snuck around behind her back to wrap around her waist, but he rests his head above her shoulder, reaching for one of her hands with his free arm. Y/N lets him, and a shiver runs down her spine as he intertwines his fingers with hers, the warmth of his palm spreading through hers.
Charlotte cannot help the side-smirk that grows in the corner of her lips as she watches her two friends together. She can see the way the flush spreads across Y/N’s face, and the tired lovestruck smile stuck on Henry’s features. She knows Jasper has figured it out, about Y/N’s feelings for Henry; they did talk about it together, but Charlotte is fairly certain Jasper has no idea that Henry actually reciprocates Y/N’s feelings. She isn’t even sure Henry is aware of his own, obvious feelings for Y/N, but if he is, he’s actually doing a better job at hiding it than Y/N is. Charlotte actually figured it out because she noticed the way Henry would steal glances in Y/N’s way, or how his brows would furrow whenever a boy outside of him or Jasper would come up to Y/N and engage in a conversation with her, however platonic it was.
“I got it! I got it! I got it!”
The three teenagers lift their heads up, to see Schwoz storming inside the Man Cave, flailing his arms up in the air as he runs in circles from one end of the room to the other. Even Henry has lifted his head up, if only for a second, a pout on his lips as he observes Schwoz through half-opened lids, his brows furrowed together. Ray puts his PearPad onto the console of the supercomputer, spinning around in the chair he sits in as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow in anticipation as he looks toward the science man.
“What is it, Schwoz?” Charlotte asks, raising a brow.
“I know why Henry is all lovestruck.” Schwoz smirks, pointing at Henry.
“You do?” Y/N speaks up, albeit a little too excitedly.
Her sudden movement makes Henry’s head fall off of her shoulder, jolting him awake. His frown deepens on his forehead at the loss of contact when Y/N pulls her hand away from his as she stands from the couch, stradling past him to be next to Schwoz with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Pff, yeah I do.” Schwoz nods. “Only a stupid person would not get it.”
“Okay…” Y/N trails out, glancing at Ray, Charlotte, and Jasper. “So, what is it?”
“It’s love pollen.”
“Love pollen?” Charlotte asks, standing up too. “What do you mean love pollen? What is that?”
“Yeah! Henry was hit with a blast, why would it be any kind of pollen?” Ray adds, confused.
Schwoz sighs, rolling his eyes. “Ugh, how can I dumb it down so even a stupid child could understand?”
His rhetorical question is met with a lot of protests from Ray, an offended gasp from Charlotte, and a scoff from Y/N, but Schwoz pays them no mind. He begins to stroke his chin as if he had a beard, walking over to the couch and taking Charlotte’s place next to Jasper. He glances towards Henry, eying him cautiously. His head is laying on his arm on the round table in front of the couch, chocolate eyes focused on Y/N, and a silly grin has found its place across his features. He extends his free arm towards Y/N and she sighs, rolling her eyes before she caves in again. Her hand finds his, and he instantly pulls her down next to him, scooting over so she doesn’t fall on her butt on the floor from sitting on the edge of the couch. A contented sigh leaves his lips when she is next to him, and he lays his head back on her shoulder as he sneaks his free arm around her waist. He doesn’t let go of her hand either, keeping it on his thigh as he begins to rub his thumb in small circles across her knuckles.
“Are you going to tell us or not, Schwoz?” Y/N asks, growing frustrated.
“In a minute!” Schwoz retorts, his foreign accent slipping through.
“Does it have anything to do with the love muffins?” Charlotte wonders, tilting her head.
“Well, yes. And no.”
“Well, which is it, Schwoz?” Ray queries, raising a brow.
“Both. See, the love pollen comes from a rare flower that is illegal to harvest in the America. Very hard to find. When someone breathes it, they become in love with the first people they see. Or kiss.”
“But Henry didn’t breathe the love pollen.” Jasper retorts, thinking. “He was hit by one of Dr. Lover’s weapons.”
“Y– yeah, a purple blast.” Y/N adds, remembering. “Knocked him out for a good ten minutes.”
“Henry’s lab tests show traces of love pollen in his system, and other chemicals that are similar to the ones from the love muffins.” Schwoz shrugs.
“Okay, so maybe Dr. Lover found a way to combine them and turn them into a weapon!” Charlotte suggests, snapping her fingers. “He’s a scientist, with all kinds of gadgets– maybe he figured out a way to use the love pollen and the chemicals from the love muffin as a weapon.”
“Which means that Gwen was probably working with him!” Jasper adds.
“So we just have to make Henry angry, and he’ll stop being in love with me. Right?” Y/N asks, turning her gaze to Schwoz.
“Love pollen is stronger than the love muffin chemicals, and because it is in higher quantity in Henry’s system, I don’t think making him angry will work.”
Y/N sighs, throwing her head back. Great, that’s just great, she thinks. So they know what’s causing Henry to be infatuated with her, but they have no idea how to make it stop. And the last thing Y/N wants is for Henry to be infatuated with her without being aware of it in the first place. If she’s honest with herself though, she really doesn’t mind the attention he’s been giving her; she just wishes it were real.
“Well, you better figure something out, Schwoz.” Ray speaks up. “Because we need Kid Danger to fight crime.”
“I’ll help Schwoz figure it out.” Charlotte says.
Y/N lifts her head up then, glancing at her friend and mouthing a small ‘thank you’. Charlotte dips her chin down in understanding as Schwoz rises from the couch, and the two of them soon disappear behind the hidden door near the auto-snacker.
“Okay, Hen…” Y/N sighs, sitting straighter on the couch. Her free hand rests on Henry’s arm around her waist. “It’s getting late and I need to go home. Can you let me go?”
Henry lets out a soft whine in protest, his hold strengthening around her waist and Y/N groans. Jasper snorts in front of her, and she gives him a death stare, smirking proudly as he lowers his head to avoid her stare. Then, she glances up to Ray, who’s watching her with an amused gleam in his eyes. She frowns, tilting her head to the side.
“A little help, Ray?” She asks him, hopeful.
“He’s going to follow you home, you know.” Ray states, raising a brow. “Poor kid’s infatuated with you, he can’t even be a minute without you.”
Y/N sighs. “I can’t go home with him like that. My mom’s gonna figure something out.”
“Then tell her you’re staying at Char’s place.” Jasper suggests. “And you stay here in the Man Cave until she and Schwoz figure out something.”
“Ugh, fine.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, leaning back into the couch. She reaches for her phone in her front pocket, quickly texting her mother after unlocking her screen. She then sets her phone down on the table in front of her, shifting in her seat to be more comfortable. She watches as Ray stands up, exchanging a few words with Jasper before he disappears through the same door as Charlotte and Schwoz. Jasper stands up then, and Y/N frowns as she follows his movements towards the elevator.
“Are you going to leave me here alone?” She asks her friend, the frown deepening on her forehead.
“You’re not alone.” Jasper smiles. “You have Henry!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. He’s mostly harmless. Besides, Ray’s gonna kill me if I’m not back up at the store.”
“It’s a fake store.” Y/N deadpans. “And since when do you pretend to care about the store?”
“I don’t.” Jasper shrugs. “But we gotta keep up with the appearances.”
Y/N rolls her eyes at that, huffing. She hears the elevator doors ding, followed by a loud whirring sound before the Man Cave falls quiet again. She lets out a sigh, her chest heaving up and down as she does so, and then she tilts her head to look at Henry. He looks peaceful, with his head on her shoulder and the soft smile on his lips. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, with his eyes closed, but she knows he isn’t; she can feel his thumb still brushing against her knuckles. Y/N knows none of this is real, save for her own feelings, and she knows that Henry probably won’t remember anything once he comes out of it. But it feels nice; it feels real. Safe. She leans back into the couch, leaning her head over Henry’s, and she closes her eyes, a quiet sigh leaving her lips.
—
Y/N doesn’t remember falling asleep but when she wakes up, the Man Cave is entirely quiet. She blinks several times, adjusting her eyesight to the dimmed lights in the room. The slow beeping from the supercomputer reaches her ears before the soft snores coming from right beside her. Her back is beginning to hurt from leaning over the table, and she barely can feel her arms from the weight of her head on them. How long had she been asleep?
She wants to move; to stand up to get the blood flowing to her arms and legs again, but there’s a weight on her back and a gentle pressure around her midsection that prevent her from moving around. She inhales slowly, the memories creeping back into her mind. Her heart flutters in her chest when her brain processes who’s sleeping beside her, and her body relaxes. She shouldn’t enjoy it, when she knows that Henry’s feelings for her are not real and it’s all because of Dr. Lover’s weapon. Love pollen, as Schwoz called it earlier. And yet, she feels safe in his arms, and she revels in the warmth of his embrace, his soft snores vibrating against her back. She finds herself smiling, slowly moving an arm down to rest it against Henry’s around her waist, and she absentmindedly begins to run her fingers up and down the exposed skin of his forearm, closing her eyes again and living in the moment, however short it might be.
Henry stirs beside her, slowly lifting his head up as a yawn leaves his lips. A shiver runs down his spine when his brain acknowledges the tingling sensation on his arm, and he opens his eyes. They land on Y/N and on the way she gently moves her fingers up and down his forearm. He doesn’t know whether she’s asleep or awake, but he doesn’t move, just in case. There is this yearning look in his eyes as he looks at her, flutters in his stomach as his knees touch hers. His gaze drops to her lips, his pulse racing at the thought of kissing her.
“I can feel you staring…” Y/N mumbles, still-half asleep.
Henry’s eyes widen in surprise as she opens hers, and his face flushes red. He blinks, trying to avert his eyes from hers, but her genuine laugh brings him back to look at her again. She shoves him playfully as she sits on the couch, cracking her back in the process and letting out a relieved sigh. He tilts his head, curiously watching her. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it makes Henry wonder how he hasn’t noticed it before. The way her smile carves dimples in the corner of her lips, or how she scrunches her nose a little when she laughs. The way her eyes would sparkle with some genuine emotion, as if she were wearing her heart on her sleeve, and how she’d run a hand through her hair whenever she’d shy away from something. It takes Henry’s breath away to just think about every little detail of her his brain seems to pick up on, and by the time his eyes drift to her lips, those perfect lips, he’s already too far gone; completely smitten with her.
Y/N notices it, in the way he looks at her with that lovestruck gleam in his brown eyes, and her heart breaks a little. Her smile falters just in the slightest, because her brain reminds her that what she sees isn’t real. It’s the love pollen, and she mentally curses herself for hoping it would be real. The hissing sound of the hidden door in the wall across from where she sits brings Y/N back to reality. She lets her hand fall to her side, Henry’s disgruntled whine reaching her ears, but she can’t bring herself to look at him. Her touch lingers on Henry’s skin, and he tries to reach for her hand again, but she doesn’t let him, shifting in her seat so that her back is facing him. Henry grunts softly, resolving himself to resting his chin on her right shoulder instead. Y/N focuses her gaze on the hidden door as it cracks open and out comes Charlotte, with a satisfied smile on her lips.
She looks at Y/N. “We did it.” She says as she sits down across from her friends. “We figured it out.”
“Really?” Y/N asks, hopeful. “You really did?”
Charlotte hums in response, placing a muffin on the table. Y/N raises a brow, moving around as she leans back into the couch again, crossing her arms over her chest. Henry, whose chin had slipped off of Y/N’s shoulder, takes it as his opportunity to be closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder again and wrapping an arm around Y/N’s midsection as he lazily waves his free hand in Charlotte’s direction to greet her.
“Is this a joke?” Y/N deadpans, tilting her chin towards the muffin.
“Nope.” Charlotte answers, popping out the ‘p’.
“Indulge me.”
“Well, while you were asleep, Ray went back to the old warehouse to retrieve the weapon Henry’s been hit with. Turns out there were residuals from the blast and Schwoz managed to extract the love pollen from it.” Y/N nods her head, allowing Charlotte to continue. “He used it to create an antidote, but I figured Henry wouldn’t take it willingly.”
“So you baked him a muffin with the antidote in it?” Charlotte hums in response. “Alright, so he just has to eat it, and then he’ll no longer have feelings for me?”
“That’s right.”
Y/N sighs. Finally. Not that she hated the attention he’d been giving her, but it wasn’t real, and she couldn’t do that to her heart; pretend all of this was real. It wasn’t fair to her, and it certainly wasn’t fair to Henry, who probably had no idea of what’s happening. She runs a hand over her face, closing her eyes briefly.
“Are you sure it will work?” Y/N asks then.
“Only one way to find out.” Charlotte smiles. “Are you okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Y/N raises a brow.
“Well, you’re not exactly the best at hiding your emotions. And I’m not stupid. I can tell you like him, that you have for a while.”
Y/N sighs, but she nods. “I’m okay with it.” She takes the muffin in her hand. “It’s not fair to him, he probably has no idea what’s happening.”
“But will you be okay, after?”
Y/N nods again. In all honesty, she isn't sure that she will be. Because how can she pretend that nothing happened, when it reawakened feelings within her? She can’t ignore the fluttering in her stomach when Henry is around, not anymore. She can’t ignore the way she felt when he had his arms around her; safe. And there is a part of her, deep down, that hopes what she saw in his eyes, in his affection for her, is real.
She inhales sharply, shaking her head slowly to chase away her intrusive thoughts before she nudges Henry’s side gently with her elbow. He lifts his head up from her shoulder, blinking away the sleep in his eyes, and he smiles when he sees the muffin in her hand.
“It's a banana nut.” Y/N says simply, a small smile on her lips.
Henry smiles back, taking the muffin from her. He doesn’t waste another minute before he takes a bite. It’s still warm in his mouth, freshly out of the oven, and he sighs in delight, closing his eyes.
“How long before we know if it worked?” Y/N asks Charlotte, turning her head towards her.
“I don’t know, Schwoz didn’t s–”
Charlotte stops herself, eyes widening slightly when Henry begins to cough uncontrollably. Y/N sits upright, adrenaline shooting through her system as her fight or flight instincts kick in, and she angles her body towards Henry, firmly placing both her hands on his shoulders to keep him steady. She can see the tears prickling in the corner of his eyes from his coughing fit, and how he presses one hand into his chest to try and relieve the pain. She moves her hands to cup his face and hold his gaze to hers, a gentle smile across her lips. She begins to breathe slowly, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, tilting her chin in Henry’s direction to ask him to do the same. He blinks, moving his hands up to wrap his fingers around her wrists to ground himself – the muffin long since fallen between their legs onto the couch, and Henry’s lips slightly part as he takes a deep breath through his nose. Y/N tries her best to ignore the feel of his touch against her skin as a shiver runs down her spine.
When he feels he can breathe properly again, Henry blinks, letting his hands fall from Y/N’s wrists. He feels her touch leave his cheeks and he tilts his head slightly, eyes boring into hers.
“Are you okay, Hen?” She asks, and he can hear the worry in her voice.
He frowns, nodding. “Y– yeah. Wh– what happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Charlotte asks then, furtively glancing at Y/N.
“Not really, no. Weren’t we supposed to catch Dr. Lover or something?”
“We did.” Y/N tells him, taking a sudden interest in her lap. “He’s back in jail.”
“Alright! That’s a good day’s work.”
“Yeah…”
Henry’s frowns deepen, hearing the slight disappointment in his friend’s voice. His eyes dart to Charlotte, confusion swirling in his chocolate irises, but Charlotte shrugs, shaking her head. It’s not her place to tell.
“You okay, Y/N?” Henry asks her, trying to reach for her hand.
Y/N nods, standing up. “Y– yeah, just tired. I’m gonna head home.”
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“No, it’s fine Henry. I’m just– yeah.”
Y/N shakes her head, walking over to the elevator. She picks up her backpack from the floor, her fingers pushing the up button on the panel to her right, and the doors open with a loud creak. She grimaces at the sound, stepping inside the elevator and pressing the ground floor button to Junk’N’Stuff, the fake store a half-mile up the Man Cave, and the doors close behind her. She only allows herself to breathe again when she’s certain neither Charlotte nor Henry can see her, and the tears slowly begin to roll down her cheeks. She knew Henry might not remember anything; she knew he still did not remember the whole muffin fiasco, even after two years. She didn’t want to be selfish, but as the elevator goes up to the fake store, Y/N wishes Henry hadn’t eaten that muffin.
Back in the Man Cave, Henry frowns and shifts in his seat on the couch to face Charlotte. He can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong; that Y/N lied. It’s the way she walked away from him, how she’d averted her eyes from his by lowering her head down. It’s the little hesitation in her voice, and the way her shoulders tensed when she’d gotten up. Something had upset her, and she lied to him about it. He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He has to find out.
“Is Y/N okay?” He asks Charlotte. “Did I do something?”
“What do you remember about today?” Charlotte queries instead, tilting her head.
“Wh– what do you mean?”
“What’s the last thing you remember, before choking on a muffin?”
Henry ponders her question for a minute. He runs a hand across his face, trying to focus the racing thoughts in his mind. He knows they’d been looking for Dr. Lover, who’d escaped from prison, and that their best lead had been the old warehouse near the Swellview border. He remembers going there, in his Kid Danger suit, with Menace and Captain Man, and he remembers being the first one to enter the warehouse.
“I remember going to that old warehouse with Ray and Y/N.” Henry says eventually. “To catch Dr. Lover. And then, I was choking on a muffin on this couch.”
“So… you don’t remember anything that happened between then, and now?” Charlotte trails out, studying him.
“Nope. Why? Did something happen?”
Just as Charlotte was about to answer him, the sprocket hisses open and the two friends turn their heads towards it. Ray steps out, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Did it work?” Ray asks when he looks up to the two teenagers.
“Did what work?” Henry wonders. “What’s going on?”
“Oh yeah, it worked.” Charlotte affirms, nodding.
“Ray. What. Worked?” Henry asks again through gritted teeth.
“He doesn’t remember anything?”
Charlotte nods at Ray. “Doesn’t seem like it. The last thing he remembers is going to that old warehouse with you and Y/N.”
“I’m right here!” Henry protests, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ray sighs, running a hand across his face as he makes his way towards the couch, jumping over the backrest to sit between Charlotte and Henry.
“Where’s Y/N?” He asks, noticing the absence of his other sidekick.
“She left.” Charlotte answers. “Said she was tired and that she was heading home.”
Ray nods. “Well Kid,” He sighs then, putting a hand on Henry’s shoulder. “You got hit by Dr. Lover’s love weapon.”
“Wh– what?” Henry blinks, confused.
“Dr. Lover was already waiting for us in that warehouse, and he blasted you with his weapon when you went inside. You were knocked out for a good ten minutes before you came back to your senses. Y/N even had to give you some mouth to mouth to bring you back.”
“Sh– she had to– what?”
Ray ignores Henry’s panicking tone. “Any-Ray, it turns out that the blast from Dr. Lover’s weapon was filled with love pollen and similar chemicals to Gwen’s love muffins from two years ago. You’ve been infatuated with Y/N since this morning, Kid.”
“Until you ate that muffin, which had an antidote that Schwoz and I came up with to counteract the effects from the weapon’s blasts.” Charlotte concludes, her gaze softening.
Henry’s face pales as he slowly realises what has happened since they went to that old warehouse. Granted, he has no memory of it, but he can still picture what might have happened since this morning. His eyes drift back to the closed elevator doors, a pang of guilt latching onto his heart as he thinks of Y/N. The ghost of her touch still lingers on his cheeks, making his stomach flutters. He remembers the worry hidden in her words after he’d almost choked on the banana nut muffin, and the way her eyes searched for his as she held his face in her hands while he tried to catch his breath. He remembers how she’d pulled her hand away from his as she stood up from the couch, casting her eyes to the ground as she slowly made her way to the elevator. He can still hear the falter in her voice when she’d declined his offer to walk her back home, and he thinks about how it bothered him when she left without saying goodbye. He frowns, lips pressed together in a line across his features, the gears working in his brain.
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh my god.” Henry breathes out as the realization hits him. “Oh my god!”
“What, what, what?” Ray blurts out, raising his hands up in alarm.
Henry ignores his boss to look at Charlotte. “Y/N has feelings for me, doesn’t she?”
Charlotte hums softly, giving her friend a small smile. She watches as he runs a hand through his hair, eyes blown wide in panic as the truth of what happened dwells on him. She is surprised he has figured it out, considering that he’s been oblivious to Y/N’s longing stares for the past year.
“I– I have to talk to her.” Henry tells himself as he stands up from the couch.
But just as he goes to head for the elevator, the emergency alarm goes off across the Man Cave, and Henry throws his head back as he groans in annoyance. Charlotte is quick on her feet to check on the supercomputer’s screen as Ray reaches for his gumtube in the front pocket of his jeans. Henry does the same, throwing a round gum in his mouth before blowing a bubble after a couple of minutes to change into his Kid Danger uniform. Charlotte spins around the chair she sits in, glancing at the two heroes as they stand under the tubes.
“Where are we headed Charlotte?” Ray asks.
“The old warehouse again.” Charlotte frowns, looking towards Ray over her shoulder. “It might be Gwen.” She then suggests, pointing a finger at her boss.
“Might be. Will you–”
“I’ll call Y/N.” Charlotte interrupts him, smiling. “Tell her to meet you there.”
—
“Can we talk, Y/N?”
Henry asks when they find themselves alone in the Man Cave. Charlotte had gone home after they’d come back from their emergency call, and Jasper was upstairs in Junk’N’Stuff, closing up the store. Ray had disappeared behind the sprocket, going about his business that neither Henry nor Y/N had any interest in knowing, while Schwoz had gone in his lab to tinker on a new weapon he was creating for Captain Man and his sidekicks.
Henry keeps replaying the events from just an hour earlier as he looks at Y/N, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and awaiting her answer. It had been Gwen, in the old warehouse, trying to get her hands on Dr. Lover’s chemically-altered weapons. Henry thought she’d put up a fight to defend herself, and he was surprised when she surrendered herself to Captain Man. At least he thought she did, until she drew out one of Dr. Lover’s smaller weapons from her pocket and aimed it at the three of them alternatively. He’d felt how Y/N tensed next to him when her eyes caught the weapon, planting her feet into the ground and raising her arms slightly in a fighting stance. Before he knew it, the fight was over and Gwen had been handcuffed by Ray, but Henry’s eyes found Y/N then, and the gash in her Menace uniform on her forearm. It had bothered him when she got mad because he’d worried about her; about if she were hurt. His heart had broken a little when she’d stomped out of the room, mumbling insults under her breath that he couldn’t catch on. The whole way back, she hadn’t spoken to him and it bothered him, because they always used to joke around in the Man Van after an emergency, waiting for Captain Man to be done with his statement for the police.
Henry shakes his head, pushing away the memories to the back of his mind as his eyes drift to her. Y/N sits on the round couch, head resting against the backrest as she glances at him behind her through her eyelashes. She hums in answer, nodding her head slightly. Henry takes a deep breath, wiping his moist hands against the fabric of his pants before he takes a seat next to her, their knees touching. He holds his breath, waiting for her to suddenly move away from him, but he is pleasantly surprised when instead she rolls her head a little, resting it on his shoulder. He doesn’t know why she does it, but he can see the exhaustion on her face, and he tells himself that she’s tired and probably only half-conscious of her actions. His eyes land for a brief minute on the white bandage around her forearm, and he fidgets with his hands, shoulders dropping slightly as he racks his brain for the right words to say.
“I– I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable today.” Henry says, eventually. “I had no idea what I was doing.”
“I know.” Y/N whispers, and he feels her nod her head against his shoulder. “That was the love pollen. I may have overreacted.” She yawns, blinking. “What happened today doesn’t change a thing, Hen. You’re still my best friend.”
Her words calm his nerves, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest. Still, it bothers him. It bothers him that she called him her best friend, because he wants to be more than that. He might not remember all that has happened today, but he can’t say that what he’d been feeling was fake. Even if he were under the influence of the love pollen, his feelings had to come from somewhere and deep down, he knew that he couldn’t deny it.
“I don’t want to be just friends.” Henry blurts out in a whisper.
“Wh– what?” Y/N lifts her head, raising her brows at him.
“I don’t– I don’t want to be just friends.”
“You– don’t?”
Henry shakes his head. “I asked Schwoz about the love pollen when we came back from our emergency call, after he patched you up. I know he told you and everyone that the love pollen makes you fall in love with the first person you see, or kiss.”
“Y– yeah, I know that.”
“What he didn’t tell you guys–” Henry continues, holding her gaze to his. “– is that the love pollen combined with chemicals similar to the love muffins influences feelings that are already there. If I hadn’t been in love with you already, I don’t think Dr. Lover’s weapon would have worked on me.”
Y/N blinks, trying to process Henry’s words through her brain. Did he say he was in love with her?
“You– you’re in love with me?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her irises swirl with something hopeful in them as Henry looks at her. He cracks a smile, carving a dimple in his left cheek, and he brings the palm of his hands to her cheeks, brushing his thumbs against her cheekbones. His eyes drift to her lips as he leans in, his hands moving from her cheeks to hold the sides of her face. His lips find hers as he closes his eyes, his heart skipping a beat. Y/N’s eyes widen in shock, but her brain is surprisingly quick to process what’s happening, and every fiber of her body relaxes as she closes her eyes, her arms finding their way around Henry’s neck. He is the first one to pull away when they both get out of breath, but his hands stay on her face, the warmth of his palms spreading through her skin. Soft pants escape her lips as she looks at him through her eyelashes, moving her arms around so that her hands lay flat on his chest and she can feel the steady beat of his heart under her right palm.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He whispers. “I have been since the day you got stuck in the eighties.”
Y/N chuckles, remembering that day. Then, “I’m in love with you, too, Hen.” She whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut as she leans in to kiss him once more.
A/n: Here's the first part of the fic for Ray I promised.
Henry had been repeating the same warning for the last ten minutes.
“I’m serious,” he said as he followed Ray around the Man Cave with increasing irritation. “My aunt is coming to stay with us for a few days while she’s in Swellview. She just got out of a really bad relationship, she’s got a two-year-old daughter, and I swear if you flirt with her, I’m telling my mom.”
Ray barely looked up from polishing one of Captain Man’s trophies. “Kid, you’ve got the wrong idea.”
“I do?”
“Absolutely..I mean why would I want to hit on your old Aunt.”
"First of all, she's not old." Henry folded his arms. “Second you flirt with literally everyone.”
“I do not.”
Charlotte, who had wandered in with a smoothie in hand, raised an eyebrow. “You once flirted with a woman trying to give you a parking ticket.”
“That was called negotiating.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It absolutely wasn’t,” Jasper agreed from across the room.
Ray sighed dramatically, throwing both hands into the air. “Fine. I promise. No flirting.”
Henry narrowed his eyes. “You swear?”
“I swear.”
“You won’t even look at her.”
“I’ll look respectfully.”
“You won’t compliment her.”
“I compliment everybody.”
“You won’t.”
“I won’t.”
Henry relaxed…slightly. “Good.”
An hour later, the bell above the Junk-N-Stuff door chimed softly.
Henry glanced up from stocking shelves. "That’s probably them."
He hurried toward the front just as the door opened. “There you are!” he said, breaking into a grin.
You smiled back, looking understandably exhausted after several hours on the road. Your overnight bag rested over one shoulder while your daughter dozed peacefully against your chest in a toddler carrier, tiny fingers curled into your shirt. Loose curls framed your face, and despite the travel-wrinkled clothes and the obvious fatigue in your eyes, your smile was warm enough to light the room.
“Hey, Henry.”
He stepped forward to hug you carefully around the sleeping toddler. “It’s good to see you.”
“You’ve gotten taller.”
“I have.”
“I hate that.”
Henry laughed. “You always say that.”
Before either of you could continue, another voice drifted across the shop.
“So…this is your aunt?”
Henry’s smile disappeared.
Slowly.
Painfully.
He turned.
Ray had walked out from the back room carrying a cardboard box.
He stopped walking, the box slipped from his hands. It hit the floor with a loud thud, spilling merchandise across the shop.
Ray didn’t even notice.His brain had completely disconnected.
You looked over, surprised by the crash. “Oh!”You offered an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry. Did I startle you?”
Ray blinked once.
Twice.
“…Hi.”
Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose before muttering, “He’s buffering.”
Jasper leaned around a shelf. “I’ve never actually seen him blue-screen before.”
Henry slowly closed his eyes. “I literally warned you.”
Ray finally remembered how breathing worked as he rapidly blinked. “No, I…uh…”
Brilliant.
Captain Man.
Hero of Swellview.
Professional crime fighter.
Reduced to the verbal abilities of a confused goldfish.
You shifted your daughter a little higher as she continued sleeping against your shoulder. “I’m Henry’s aunt.”
Ray nodded far too enthusiastically. “Yep.”
“…”
“…”
“…I’m Ray.”
“I figured.”
Another awkward silence settled over the room.
Charlotte looked between the two of you before quietly whispering to Henry, “He’s gone.”
“He made it exactly seven seconds.”
“I think it was closer to five.”
Ray suddenly remembered he had hands and awkwardly held one out. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
You shook it with an easy smile. “You too.”
The handshake lasted……slightly too long.
Henry cleared his throat loudly.
Ray immediately let go.
“So!” Ray announced, his voice climbing an octave. “Welcome to…uh…”
He looked around the store he’d worked in for years. “…the store.”
Jasper burst into laughter. “You forgot the name of your own business.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I was being mysterious.”
Charlotte nearly snorted smoothie through her nose.
Henry simply stared at the ceiling. “Why me?”
A tiny yawn interrupted the moment.
Your daughter stirred against your shoulder before slowly lifting her sleepy little head.
Bright light streamed through the front windows as she blinked around the unfamiliar room with the unfocused confusion only toddlers seemed capable of mastering.
She spotted Henry first. A sleepy smile spread across her tiny face. “Henwy.”
You laughed quietly as Henry carefully lifted her into his arms.
“There we go.”
Still half asleep, she buried her face against his shoulder before peeking curiously around the shop.
Her eyes landed on Ray, she blinked.
Ray smiled. “Hi there.”
She studied him with all the seriousness of a tiny queen evaluating a new subject.
Ray waited.
Everyone waited.
Then she slowly lifted one tiny hand……and waved.
Ray’s heart practically exploded.He waved back with entirely too much enthusiasm. "Hi."
She giggled as Ray looked like he’d just been handed the key to the city.
Henry noticed immediately. “Oh no.”
Charlotte sighed. “What?”
“He likes kids.”
“So?”
“So that’s my aunt.”
“…Oh.”
Charlotte watched Ray smiling like an idiot at the giggling toddler.
“…Oh, he’s in trouble.”
The rest of the afternoon only made things worse.
Every time you laughed, Ray somehow appeared nearby.
If you mentioned carrying your bags upstairs, they mysteriously disappeared before you could touch them.
If you reached for a drink, one somehow materialized in your hand first.
When your daughter dropped her stuffed rabbit beneath one of the display shelves, Ray was on the floor retrieving it before anyone else had even reacted.
“Thank you,” you said warmly.
He handed the rabbit back with a smile that was almost painfully genuine. “Happy to help.”
Your daughter accepted the toy before looking up at him. “…Tank oo.”
Ray froze.
Charlotte watched his soul leave his body.
Henry groaned. “Oh, come on.”
Ray pressed a hand dramatically against his chest, smile still on his face. “She thanked me.”
“She’s two.”
“She thanked me.”
“You’ve been thanked before.”
“Not like that.”
Henry buried his face in his hands. “I told him not to flirt.”
Charlotte patted his shoulder sympathetically. “He isn’t flirting anymore.”
Henry looked up. “What?”
She watched Ray crouching down so your daughter could proudly show him her stuffed bunny.
“No.” Charlotte smiled knowingly. “He’s already past flirting.”
Across the room, Ray looked up just as you caught his eye.
You smiled.
He smiled back without thinking.
For the first time in a very long while, Captain Man, loud, reckless, overconfident Captain Man wasn’t trying to impress someone.
He was simply happy that you’d smiled at him.
Henry saw it happen. His shoulders slumped in defeat. “…We’re doomed.”
Pairing: Ray Manchester/AFAB!Reader
Summary: You've been working at Junk-N-Stuff for about half a year now, so one would think you'd be used to your manager--Ray Manchester--'s bullshit by now. Unfortunately, Ray is the disappointment that keeps on disappointing, especially these past few days after getting sprayed with Jolly Beetle tears. Completely giving up on fixing the issue, Ray rots away in the Man Cave. Much to your annoyance, he still finds a way to get on your nerves without ever getting up. Let's be honest though, when is he not getting on your nerves?
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, dry humping, hate sex (kinda), unresolved sexual tension, smoking, arguing, afab reader
Two days.
It's been two days since Captain Man got sprayed with the Jolly Beetle tears and consequently lost his invulnerability.
The longest two days of your life.
While you were just the other Junk-N-Stuff employee and thus didn’t have a need to travel down to the Man Cave often, part of your job was to keep an eye on the Man Cave monitor for security reasons. So you’ve been watching Ray shovel food into his mouth for two days, living in the same set of pajamas that no doubt smell like food and body odor.
Currently you were trying to finish up writing your midterm paper on Swellview pollution, but was unfortunately distracted by Ray’s actions on the monitor.
“Don’t..” you mumble, watching him lifelessly eat his breakfast waffles, a glob of syrup spilling onto his shirt. He stared at it while chewing the impossibly large bite he took from the offending waffle. When he was through chewing he stared at the syrup spill on his shirt, picking up another waffle.
“Don’t-“ you sigh, pinching your eyes together. “Don’t use the shirt syrup.. Don’t—He did it. He used the shirt syrup.” You watch as Ray took his new waffle and smeared it all over his stain, soaking up shirt-syrup before taking another large bite.
A few hours later after selling some junk, you head back to the desk to peek at the monitor, checking up on Ray. He was spread out on the couch like a starfish, playing Wii Sport tennis with bare-minimum movement. “Christ…” You sigh. He was losing.
Not too long after watching Ray play (and lose) Wii Bowling, Henry returned from his mission of saving a lady from drowning in a pond. You winced, watching Henry yell at Ray while the man kept spooning canned meat into his mouth. Disgusting...
“Go.”
You turn to see Gooch back from his break, sipping on a blue raspberry slurpee and sunglasses still on his face. After working with Gooch for the last 6 months, you’ve gotten used to his limited speech. In a way, you appreciate it and sometimes prefer it over small talk. Makes it easier to understand people.
Not that you understand people at all.
You grab your jacket and head outside, wincing at the sudden brightness of the sun and wishing you had your own shades to wear. Walking over to the alley a few buildings down, you pull out a smoke and a lighter, taking a puff while checking your phone. You see the headlines.
Kid Danger Saves Norwegian Tourist from Swellview Lake!
Escaped Tiger Returned to Zoo by Kid Danger; Captain Man Not a Cat Person?
Rolex Robbers Stopped by Kid Danger; Captain Man Tardy to the Party
You feel bad for the kid, really.
Part of you understands why the Captain is so afraid— he’s never really been vulnerable before. You remember yesterday when he came running into the store freaking out about a bee sting. It reminded you of when you were a kid, crying to the camp counselor after getting stung. You almost felt bad for the Captain.
But then you remembered he’s a 30 year old man paying a pre-teen $9.00 an hour to put himself in mortal danger all alone; so you shoved a bag of ice in Ray’s chest and told him to cry you a river.
“I’m assuming you know those cause cancer right?”
You look up to see Charlotte, her backpack strung over one shoulder and a single eyebrow quirked in judgment.
“Do they?” You hum in fake-thought. “I thought everyone was just faking it.” You smile but put out the cigarette nonetheless; you wanna be a good influence (though, you’re pretty sure Charlotte’s too smart to ever pick up the habit). “How’s it going Charlotte? Speaking of, discover the cure for cancer yet?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah- not smoking that crap.”
“Touché.”
She adjusts the weight of her rucksack. “Is Ray in?”
You scoff. “Oh yeah, he’s in alright. Pretty sure he’s permanently glued himself to the couch with syrup.”
Charlotte’s nose crinkles in slight disgust. “Hm.. Charming.” She continues. “Anyway, I did some digging and I found something that might help him.”
You can’t help the snort that escapes you. “Yeah good luck with that, girl. The guy’s got zero motivation; he’s completely given up. I don’t even think Pamela Anderson would be able to get him off the couch.”
Charlotte tilts her head. “Who?”
“Pamela Anderson? Super hot model?” You try again. “Baywatch?”
She slowly shakes her head. “Unfamiliar with who or what a Baywatch is. Have you tried using Henry’s mom?”
It was your turn to look confused.
Charlotte sighed. “He’s really into Henry’s mom. It’s super gross.”
Ray being attracted to a (probably) super hot suburban mom with her life together? Typical.
You felt the need for another smoke.
Charlotte seemed to remember why she came. “I need to go see Ray.” She headed off for the entrance of Junk-N-Stuff. “See ya later!”
You mumble a goodbye and light up another cigarette.
Your thoughts drift back to Ray, wondering if Charlotte’s news will indeed get him out of the slump. The information Charlotte gave you made you snicker quietly.
So. Henry’s mom does it for the Captain, huh?
You and Captain Man—Ray—didn’t talk much. In fact, it would be accurate to say you two didn’t exactly get along. While it’s true keeping an eye on him and aiding his superhero activities was part of your job, your relationship with him did not extend farther than that. Working your ass off at school and a second job was exhausting, so clocking in to Junk-N-Stuff to see Ray playing Guitar Hero still in his pajamas irked you slightly; however, you do recognize he does fight crime to keep Swellview safe, so the irritation is irrational and brief.
But then you look at him.
And the irrational irritation comes back.
Like an itch, the annoyance you feel for Ray originates from an unknown source and drives you crazy.
Maybe it’s his arrogant attitude?
His stupidly large biceps?
His disregard for Henry and Charlotte?
His obnoxiously broad chest?
His vanity?
A mystery, truly.
So finding out something personal about Ray, such as his type in women, was humorous to you-- like learning a useless secret about your boss.
You continue to smoke in the alleyway for a bit before your brain is scratched with idle curiosity, encouraging you to pull out your phone. After doing some Facebook stalking, you let out a low whistle.
Huh…wonder if Henry’s mom ever gets lonely.
Charlotte’s research did not, in fact, get him out of the slump. After your break, you resumed your position at the desk while Gooch worked on his own tasks in the back. A glance at the monitor showed Ray exactly where he was when you left: on the couch in his sweatpants. You bite back a groan. He’s such a child.
A ping on your mobile alerted you of a new message. Fishing out your phone from your back pocket, you see a new text message— from Ray of all people.
Again, you don't get along with Ray.
For a superhero, he’s annoyingly arrogant— which grinds your gears. Likewise, you’re pretty sure your sarcasm and smartass attitude gets under his skin. Whenever you two do interact, it’s extremely tense; like the wrong word will cause someone to snap.
You two do not get along at all. Which is fine- you hardly have to talk to him anyway. Exchanging numbers was mostly for work-related business. On your second week, after passing each other frequently with no exchanges past the initial interview, he had given you a slip of paper containing his phone number. He said nothing else; just looked anywhere but you before retreating back to the man cave.
‘My boss is so damn weird’ You thought back then.
Your last text from Ray read:
Ray-Ray: I’m expecting an interview with someone around 3. Send him clown.
Ray-Ray: Down*
You: okay
Your newest text from him reads:
Ray-Ray: 7876.
You furrow your brows in confusion.
What?
You: what?
On the monitor you see Ray look at his phone. He begins texting with an unphased expression on his face.
Ray-Ray: I ordered food. That’s the pin number for the delivery guy. Bring it down to me when it gets here.
Anger flashes through you.
The audacity!
You: im not your slave get it yourself
Ray-Ray: You’re my employee. Which is basically the same thing.
You: don’t u have a snack machine that can make literally anything
Ray-Ray It doesn’t hit the same.
Ray-Ray: Also I don’t wanna get up :P
You had half a mind to send the last 7 hours of camera footage to the news. The true nature of Captain Man.
“Delivery for Raymond?”
You look up to see an energetic 20 year old holding a sealed bag of Thai food. You’re tempted to risk all secrecy and identities by sending her down yourself, but her next words stop you.
“The instructions say ‘bring to the grouchy lady at the desk with the botched haircut’?”
Oh. My. God. He's gonna regret acting like this when he’s vulnerable to ass-kickings.
You plaster on your best smile and take the bag, not being careful with the contents at all. “Yep. That’s me.”
“Perfect! Could I just get the pin?”
You recite the 7876 back to her while she types it away. You open up the bag and see a take-out container of Pad Thai. Typical.
The delivery girl speaks up again, nervous this time. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I know you already opened the food but I have to take a picture of it.” She laughs awkwardly. “Proof of delivery and all that.”
You smile once more.
“Of course.” You grab the pencil sharpener next to your unfinished midterm paper and empty the contents all over the food, pencil shavings and graphite spilling all over the hot noodles. “Don’t forget the flash.”
Posing for the photo with a certain hand gesture, the delivery girl gives you a weird look and takes the picture, leaving without another word.
Fuming, you grab his food and march towards the elevator, yelling to Gooch you’re going downstairs. Pressing the button, you clutch the container and hold your breath. You hate this part.
The ground seemingly plummets to the floor as the elevator drops at an unprecedented rate, your screams echoing around the elevator shaft.
When the elevator slams to a stop and your knees buckle to the ground, you know you’ve made it to the Man Cave. The door slides open with a relaxing chime, and you smell him before you see him.
Dear God.
Captain Man, hero of Swellview, was sprawled on the couch in the same pajamas you saw on the monitor playing Animal Crossing. His villager just got stung by a swarm of wasps.
“I’m not even invulnerable on a perfect island utopia…”
“Hey bossman.” You stumble at first when you first get to your feet, but you’re quickly storming over to him. “Your food.” You practically drop the bagged food on his chest.
“Hey hey hey! Careful!” He scrambles up to a sitting position, picking up the food and looking at you in alarm. “That could’ve burned me! Or bruised me, or–”
“If you don’t shut the hell up I’m gonna bruise you.”
He blinked in surprise, looking gobsmacked with his half-opened takeout in his lap.
“Watching you these past few days has been a nightmare. A nightmare, Ray! I have never, in my life, been more embarrassed just looking at another person. Eating cold meat? From a can?! What the hell man!” You realized in your haze of anger, you didn’t really prepare a speech or anything. Now you were just spilling everything out. “Look, I get your having some sort of crisis or something. Yes yes, the idea of getting hurt is scary. Newsflash buddy: no shit! You of all people know the kind of jankass city we live in! I walk to class everyday knowing I could just be attacked by the plethora of freaks that terrorize Swellview. Is my phone going to get eaten by a human shark? I don’t know. Is my morning commute going to be ruined by a grown man dressed as a toddler? It happened—twice!”
You take a deep breath, feeling your anger start to consume you. You continue with a more calm voice. “But that doesn’t stop me from going to work everyday, or stop me from living my life. As scared as I’ve ever been, I’ve never become a lump on a couch eating meat out of a can.”
It’s quiet as Ray stares at you, processing all the words you vomited out at him.
“Hey...” He looks down at his food for a solid minute. You think he's finally about to apologize for being a piece of shit when he raises to look back up at you. “Are these pencil shavings in my Pad Thai?”
Alright.
Before you could stop to think about it, you pinned him down to the couch and held your forearm to his throat. Your other hand comes up to grip his hair, yanking his head back.
“Listen, asshole. Wallow in your own filth like a pig for all I care, send Henry off to do your job until he drops dead, waste away down here like some loser who cried over a bee sting.”
“That-”
The arm on his throat came up to quickly clamp down on his mouth, silencing him with your hand.
“Shut up!” With his mouth covered and head pulled back by his hair, you had a clear view of his eyes and the freckled skin surrounding it. Sun-kissed skin and warm, blue eyes stared up at you in shock.
You continued, putting more weight on him to keep him pinned. “Become a pathetic has-been for all I care. But do not ever treat me like your slave again.” Your grip on his hair tightened as you grew more frustrated. “I’m not your sidekick and I’m definitely not your fucking mommy. Got it? So either get the fuck up, or grow the fuck up.”
But Ray just continued to stare up at you with wide eyes, breath puffing out of his nose heavily. After a moment of no one saying anything you start to feel insecure, like he wasn’t taking you seriously.
Tightening your grip on his brown hair, you pull it harder.
“I said do you understand–”
The second you yanked his hair, two hands flew to grab your hips tightly. His eyes screwed shut for a split second before fluttering back open to look into yours.
Um. What the hell was that.
You stared back at him, your disturbed and confused eyes meeting his wide ones.
For a second you think he’s going to throw you off of him—
Wait.
He easily could’ve thrown me off this whole time. He may not have his invulnerability, but he’s still a man with muscles and fighting skills. Why hasn’t he thrown me off yet?
You wrack your brain for an answer.
Did I hurt him? Was it when I pulled his hair?
Experimentally, you curl your fingers through brunette strands to get a firmer grip before tightly and slowly pulling his hair.
The muffled grunt from under your hand told you all you needed to know.
Huh.
What an exhilarating feeling, knowing you were causing pain to the once indestructible Captain Man. The guy was afraid of nothing and never worried about feeling pain—ever. You’ve literally seen him do a backflip off a building before falling 50 feet.
“Oh,” you frown, moving his head slightly to remind him of the hold you have on him. His blue eyes followed yours as you pouted in mockery. “Does that hurt?”
You laugh, adjusting yourself so your knees press into his sides more, part of you hoping it hurts, and settle onto his leg while you continue mocking him.
When he flinched, you took that as confirmation.
“Oh come on! This is pathetic, Ray! You’re 90% muscle and been shot at more times than all Presidents combined- and yet a bee sting and little hair pulling is all it takes to bring down the mighty Captain Man?”
You move your hand away from his mouth (since he wasn’t moving it himself with his free hands... for whatever reason) to hear his retort to your taunts. You waited for him to throw you off, get to his feet in a fit of insecurity, and get his ass back in the field to prove nothing can take down the mighty Captain Man.
Except he didn’t do any of that.
Instead, his chapped lips were parted as heavy breaths escaped him. Ray’s eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment, licking his dry lips quickly before returning his gaze back to your eyes; except this time, his ocean eyes looked a shade darker than they just did.
You blinked.
Then blinked again.
Uh. What.
For whatever reason— maybe the sight of him looking at yours— you felt the compulsion to look at his lips. Your eyes flickered from scared blue eyes to parted lips.
They looked.. normal. Jesus does his breath reek though. Like meat and—
Realizing you can smell his breath, you looked back up, seeing how close you’ve been to him this whole time.
Your ears burned slightly once you realized you’ve been quiet for a hot minute, maybe even caught looking at his lips. Fearing losing control over the situation, your hands tighten on his hair once more, harsher than you meant to. Your free hand fists the fabric of his stained shirt and robe, hoping to snap the attention away from where he was currently looking.
“HEY, answer me—“
This time, when you pulled his hair, his hands gripped your hips tighter and pulled you even closer as he moved his leg under you.
You thought that this was it— this is where he throws you off.
Except he doesn’t.
Because that’s not his leg.
You glance down, preparing to meet the floor, only to see you haven't been on his leg throughout this entire exchange.
You’ve been on his dick.
His very erect dick.
You stare down between you two as it all clicks into place.
The groans; the hands; the not fighting back; the sneaked look; his—
You swallow.
“Do-“ You can’t believe you’re about to say this—to Ray of all people. “Do you.. like— ?”
“N-No..” His voice cracks. He swallows, still looking at you before scoffing. “Pfft. No. Definitely not.”
You stare at him and everything sinks in.
“Oh.. my god—“
“Listen it’s not what it—“
“Holy shit Ray—“
“You were the one that got on me—“
“Because I was pissed off! Not because I wanted to…” you trail off, too flustered to say anything. “Not because of anything!” You scoff, allowing yourself to look him up and down with disgust. “Your breath smells disgusting and your shirt smells even worse. Trust me— there is nothing about you I am even remotely interested in.”
He narrows his eyes and returns the judgmental up-and-down look of you. “And what, you think I am? You smell like a chain smoker and dress like Jesse Pinkman.” He scoffs. “Trust me— there is nothing about you that’s remotely attractive.”
You gape at him in anger.
“At least I have basic fucking hygiene! You’ve only gotten up three times—THREE TIMES— in the past two days! Are you telling me you’ve only had to piss three times?!”
“Ew! Why have you been watching me for two days?! That’s freaking creepy!”
Before you could respond, he continued his tirade. “Besides, there is no way in hell I’m getting a lecture on health from someone who smokes cancer sticks!”
You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off again, pulling you down closer to him with hands that are still on your waist!
He laughs in disbelief. “Also–HA– have you seen me? I’m everyone’s type, sweetheart.” Shut up. “Unlike you, I have something to show off— my super fit bod.” Please god shut up. “I mean, pfft, how could I be attracted to something no one has ever seen? Who knows what unattractive, disfigured blob is hiding behind all these Adam Sandler clothes—“
SHUT UP!
In a fit of frustration, you tangle your hands through his hair, not caring if you scraped his scalp, and pull on the unwashed strands—hard.
Ray promptly shuts up, his offending words being cut off with a groan instead. His eyes squeeze shut and his hands tighten on your hips.
You don’t even like Ray.
You two do not get along— that much is obvious. You have no desire to change that, or no desire to change his opinion on you.
But goddamn you were one competitive son of a bitch.
And you’ll be damned if you aren’t the one with the last word.
So you scrape his scalp with your nails and promptly grind against his erection, rolling your hips and not breaking eye contact.
You chuckle when Ray’s mouth opens in a breathless groan.
“Don’t lie Ray. You like this.”
“No I—“
You roll your hips again, taking immense pleasure in the power you have over the superhero.
“No?” you smirk down at him, yanking his head up to look at you when it drops. You get closer to his face, holding his head in place while you whisper against his lips. “So that’s not your hard-on I feel through your sweatpants?”
Ray swallows, gaze flickering to your lips.
The hand that was bunched in his shirt travels down, roaming over the top of his sweatpants. Slowly, you slip it inside and tug on the waistband of his boxers before going to cup his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Holy fuck. Captain Man is packing!
Ignoring that thought, you continue to feel up his hardening length through the fabric, the sensation almost enough to make you moan, but you hold it in.
You lean down to the side of his neck and whisper against his skin there. “I think you are enjoying this. In fact…” You lick up the side of his neck, sucking his pulse point. You hear him hiss above you and feel the roll of his hips against your hand. You pull it back and smirk, whispering against his glistening skin. “...I think you want me to keep going.”
You pull away to take a look at his face. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, and his chest is heaving with want.
You have no idea where this confidence in you has come from. You can’t even tell the TA to go fuck herself when she grades your paper like you killed her puppy. All you know is that right now, at this very moment, you’re pissed off.
And maybe a little turned on.
You roll your hips again, this time slow and firm, and finally let out a soft moan at the sight of him falling apart beneath you.
“Yeah? You want–”
You don’t get to finish your taunt because you’re interrupted. Rudely.
By Ray.
Crashing his lips onto yours.
It’s messy and uncoordinated, has more teeth than lips, and so unbelievably hot.
You gasp into his mouth when he bites down on your bottom lip, which he takes advantage of to ravish your mouth with his tongue. His disgusting, unwashed and canned meat-flavored tongue.
“You…taste…so gross..” You get out in puffs of breaths in between each crushing kiss. You grind your hips down onto him, noticing a dampness in your panties you weren’t sure how long it's been there.
“You taste so fucking disgusting.” He groans, bringing your hips down to meet his thrusts. “Like cigarettes and coffee.” His mouth engulfs yours once more, tongue exploring your mouth like a man starving.
“Shut up.”
You break apart the kiss. With a string of drool connecting your mouths, you yank his head back, going down to mark up the exposed skin once more.
Except you don’t get to because suddenly you find yourself flipped, with Ray above you and a hand pinning your wrists above you.
“W-What..” Dazed and confused, you look up at Ray to see him smirking victoriously at you, lips swollen and raspberry marks on his neck.
And that’s when it really hits you:
Ray is…big.
You always knew that, you’re not fucking blind.
But it really sinks in now.
His broad shoulders span across the entirety of your vision. A single one of his hands is large enough to grip both of your wrists together above your head, giving you a perfect angle of his giant bicep flexing. His large chest was heaving, and his other large hand traveled down to palm at your dampening center.
You gasp at the feeling, tugging against the restraint.
“You are such a fucking brat.”
After unbuttoning the top of your pants and undoing the zipper, his hand moves to slip inside your jeans, feeling the object of your shame even from the outside of your panties. He groans at the touch.
“Fuck…you’re so wet.”
You’ve never heard Captain Man curse before today. (Shamefully, it kinda turned you on.) “Damn sweet cheeks…I don’t think I’m the one who wants something here.” He clicks his tongue at you, moving a finger to trace the entrance of your pussy through the cotton of your panties. You bite down on your lips to stop the whimper about to escape you, tugging at his iron-clad grip once more.
“Ray…”
Some sort of restraint snapped in Ray then, because after you said his name, his mouth was attacking your neck.
“Fuck,” you breathe, your hips involuntarily bucking up as he bends to kiss your neck. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of Ray’s hot breath against your jugular, the quick flicks of his tongue as he plants open-mouthed kisses from the base of your throat to the sensitive spot below your ear. You unconsciously tilt your head to give him access, leaning back further as he nips at the skin there. His free hand continues to rub your entrance from outside of your panties, soaking your underwear even further. His thumb traces the edge of your panties, teasing you for a moment by pulling on them, before his hand slips back out to the outside of your jeans to rub over over the rough material, holding down your waist. His scruffy five o’clock shadow scrapes your skin raw, right over the pulse point. Despite laying down, you feel your legs start to shake– with arousal or anger, you’re not sure. Probably both. “God..” you groan in frustration at being put in this position. “F-Fuck you.”
“Yeah?” he asks between kisses, the vibration of his husky voice making you shiver. Ray takes the time to suck at one spot in particular, drawing a whine from you, before he pulls back. Your chest heaves in exertion, and you just register the taste of blood in your mouth– as you didn’t realize you’ve been biting down on your lip. Once your hazy vision clears a bit, you look up to see Ray leaning over you, his bicep flexing even from under his grey shirt as he continues pining you down. His eyes are dark, his lips flushed and parted slightly as he catches his breath.
You almost vomit at the intruding thought that he looks kind of good like this.
He smirks down at you. “I knew you wanted me.”
Okay that’s it.
Hooking your leg around his waist, you use all your strength to flip your bodies, counting on the momentum to be enough to overpower his strength.
Straddling him once more, legs pinning down his, you once again grab a fistful of hair and regain control.
Yanking his head to the side, you hiss in his ear.
“Listen Captain Munch, I think you’re forgetting something here.”
“I–”
“Shut up.”
Ensuring he would indeed shut up, you use your other hand to reach up and slightly choke his throat. Not enough to hurt him or cut off any air, but enough to make him shut the hell up. Ray groaned, and you could feel just how excited the Captain really was from your spot on his groin. His hands once more found a place on your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. Even through the thick material of your jeans, you could feel his hard length pressing into you.
“The thought of your sweaty, unwashed dick being anywhere near me makes my skin crawl,” You growl in his ear. “Even before you got sprayed with the tears of the Jolly Beetle and became a giant pussy, you have always pissed me off. Having no regard for your employees, flirting with every set of boobs in the state,” You remember the Fourth of July cookout he threw at the store where he juggled three different women at once.
“--And being an unbearable, arrogant prick every chance you get. And now? Now that you can feel pain like everyone else, you’re acting like the world ended– like being normal is some sort of curse and poorer quality of life.”
Making sure he’s still paying attention, you nip at his earlobe and slightly apply pressure to his throat. You feel his hips buck up into yours and a groan of your name escapes his lips.
Ignoring the tingle the sound of your name from him gives you, you continue to growl in his ear. “No one liked you because you were some buff, indestructible superhero that fought crime; they liked you because you’re literally indestructible and chose to protect them rather than take advantage of them. So get your head out of your ass and Captain Man up.”
It was quiet after you spoke, the only sound filling the silence was the hum of machinery and heavy breathing. For a moment, you think your words finally sunk in for him, and maybe even changed his perspective on–
“….You think I’m buff?”
“Jesus Christ, that’s all you got from that? Are you serious?!”
“Hey, you said it–”
Purely wanting him to shut up, you slam your lips onto his. His lips move roughly and eagerly against yours, tongues fighting for dominance as both of your hips rolled against each other now.
“Fuck,” you breath in between breaks of air. “You’re so full of yourself it’s unbearable.”
“Ugh.. your stupid lip is bleeding,” he grunts out, using his hands to help guide your hips roll against his. “It tastes so gross.”
“Oh yeah?” You moan, no longer bothering to attempt holding it in when you feel his hard length press against you just right through his sweatpants. Part of you was afraid you would start soaking through your jeans.
“You hate it? Here, let me help you with that.”
Without warning, the next slide of his lips against yours ended with you biting down harshly, definitely breaking skin. He groaned in pain as you pulled away from him slowly, still tugging on his bottom lip. Releasing his lip, you saw bright red blood staining his mouth. You then move to suck gently on his upper lip while his hands increase their speed at bringing you down on his no doubt leaking erection through his pants.
He groans your name and screws his eyes shut, cheeks flushed pink.
A sudden realization strikes you and it’s almost enough to make you come right then and there.
“Oh my god,” you try to taunt him with a cruel laugh but it just comes out as a breathless gasp. “You like it, don’t you? I don’t just mean this– I mean you actually get off to the feeling of pain…don’t you?”
He doesn't answer, digging his fingers into your sides instead, hard enough to bruise. He doesn't stop the rhythmic thrusts up to meet the roll of your hips.
Testing your theory, you apply more pressure to his throat, actually choking him slightly this time.
Ray moans, the sound coming out cracked and muffled from being choked. His hips stutter and his hands hold you firmly in place, slamming you against the press of clothed hard-on.
Holy shit.
You laugh deliriously. This newfound realization combined with the hot exertion of your hips and being so close to his heated body made your head spin and sweat.
“How..fucking…ironic..” You pant, leaning down to return the onslaught he gave on your neck earlier. One of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair as you suck and nip at his pulse point, licking at the perspiration that’s appeared on his skin.
“N-No....” He moans.
“Who would’ve thought..” you suck hard at the skin there, finding the taste of his sweat was starting to grow on you.
“It’s not what it..”
“..That Captain Man, indestructible hero of Swellview—“ You pop off of his neck to speak, finding a deep red mark on his neck near where you bruised his skin earlier.
“S-Shit…!” His grip tightens on your hair, pulling it slightly and causing you to groan and grind your clothed pussy against his groin roughly.
“—Had a secret kink for feeling pain..” Satisfied with your work (yet unsure how long it will stay on his skin) you lean back up to glance at his face.
You were not disappointed.
Captain Man, hero of Swellview, looked absolutely wrecked.
Cheeks flushed, half-lidded glassy eyes, and blood smeared across his parted lips that panted out noises you’ll be remembering in your dreams.
“P-Please…” He breathes, hips stuttering. “...I’m almost–”
“Yeah? You gonna come?” You pick up the speed, chasing your own release.
“Yes..!”
“You gonna come in your pants like a pathetic, horny little teenager?”
“Yes! Yes…Fuck... I’m–!”
Just as you felt his body stiffen and hips jerk, you hopped off of Ray onto the linoleum floor.
Breathing heavily, you adjusted your clothes and ran a shaky hand through your hair, hoping the stench of the Man Cave didn’t latch onto your clothes.
Ray’s eyes that were screwed shut a moment ago flickered open. “W-What–”
“Wow..” You let out a long exhale. “That was super gross.”
Blinking a few times, Ray suddenly sprang to a sitting position once he registered what had happened.
“What the hell!”
Admiring the view of Ray still looking wrecked with a very sizable tent in his pants, you scoff at him.
“What, did you actually think I was gonna make you come? Dude, you’ve left Henry to deal with all of Swellview’s crime by himself so you can rot on the couch. No way in hell was I gonna reward you for being a piece of shit.” You crinkle your nose at him and look him up and down, soaking in the sight of Captain Man in this vulnerable state. “Plus, I thought you liked pain. And there’s nothing more painful than blue balls.”
Ray’s jaw drops and he stares at you in disbelief. He wordlessly opened and closed his mouth, speechless. “You—You came all the way down here just to torture me because–” He looks around in anger and confusion. “What, because I was being a jerk?!”
“No, I came down here because you ordered me too boss.” Bending down and picking up the container of Pad Thai, you shove it into his hands. “But I’m glad you recognize you’ve been a dick.”
“I said jerk.”
“That too.”
Ray continues to stare at you, flabbergasted and still flushed, when his watch makes a beeping sound, signaling someone trying to contact him.
He stares at it, then you, and back at the watch. He swallows.
You sigh and crouch down to be more eye level with him.
“Look, do you really wanna stay down here marinating in your own filth and fear like a pathetic, manchild loser,” He gives you a look at your superlatives. “Or do you wanna be Captain Man?”
Ray stares at you for a moment longer before nodding in newfound determination. Face hardened, he stands up and throws his takeout to the floor.
“You’re right.”
You nod back and dap him up, holding onto each other's clasped hands for a moment in shared resolve. Then, before you can think about it, you pull on the hand still in your grasp and yank him down to kiss him roughly.
Your hands fly to his hair and his roam all over your body. The slight hum of machines in the Man Cave is accompanied by the sound of wet kissing, lips smacking against each other and moaning softly. One of his hands travels to the small of your back to press you closer, your body finding his half-hard erection. You bite his lip, earning a soft groan, and use the opportunity to slip your tongue in. Your hand goes to the back of his neck to hold him closer while you defile his mouth with your tongue that probably still tastes like cigarettes and coffee. He doesn’t seem to mind though, as his hand slips down to grope your ass, eliciting a soft moan from you. Just as he starts to deepen the kiss further, you slip your hand into his pant pocket pulling out both things of chewing gum: one superhero-flavored, and one spearmint-flavored.
Pulling away, you wipe your lips clean of any blood with the back of your hand. “This is for you,” you open the Superhero gumball and press it against his lips, pushing it past and letting him suck on the tip of your finger slightly when it intrudes in his mouth. “And this is for me.” You pop a piece of the spearmint gum in your mouth and pocket the rest of the pack.
“Hey that’s mine–”
“Shut up. Your breath smelled so bad I’m gonna need the whole pack to get your taste out of my mouth.”
“...Is it that bad?”
“Two days, Ray.”
“Touché."
When his watch began beeping again, you gave him a salute and walked towards the elevator, feeling his eyes on you while walking away.
“Good luck, Captain Munch.”
Later, once Captain Man returned from the mission and had his powers rejuvenated from the Jolly Beetle enzymes, you approach him and ask about the Memory Eraser.
“Why would you want the Memory Eraser?”
“So I can forget I literally felt your dick through your boxers, Ray. Obviously.”
Ray tells you he lost it, and doesn’t look sorry about it.
And if he looks at you nervously a few days later while Henry is retelling the story of Captain Man using it against his classmate and father, you don’t say anything.
You’ve had worse managers.
i wrote this asf and honestly don't expect anyone to read this.. but if you somehow enjoyed reading this please consider liking and giving it some love on ao3 <3
Warnings: a little ooc maybe, reader is a bit dumb and ditzy, crossover between Henry Danger and Victorious, praise and pet names, reader is Cat's (twin) sister in this series, reader mentioned wearing heels
Henry has a girlfriend all the way from Hollywood, going to the prestigious Hollywood Arts, but no one believes Henry when he talks about you. Then they finally get to meet the mystery girlfriend!
You mean to tell me...your girlfriend is from Hollywood? Going to Hollywood Arts??" Henry heard from Ray, much to his annoyance, before Ray laughed straight into his face. This wasn't the first time he heard it...minus the laughter. "You!? A girlfriend!? From Hollywood!?" Ray wheezed as he laughed harder. Henry gave him an annoyed glare. "Are you done??" Henry asked deadpanned. Charlotte looked at him from the couch in the mancave as she said, "yeah, no offense Henry but... It's kinda hard to believe. You never even mentioned a girlfriend until now" with a shrug. Henry sighed out in annoyance as he said, "why the hell would I fake having a girlfriend from Hollywood!?" with annoyance and irritation lacing his tone. Charlotte gave him a deadpanned expression as she said, "I wonder why...a girl from Hollywood? It surely won't make you seem like a cool guy who FINALLY has a girlfriend?" As Henry looked at her with an open mouth and closing again--like a fish. She had a point... He can see why it seemed so unbelievable now. Jasper, who was sat next to Charlotte, decided to speak up as he said, "yeah! I mean...how could you have a girlfriend who attends Hollywood Arts?? Without us knowing?" As Henry sighed. "I already told you! I wanted to keep it a little private... Since I knew you were all gonna act like this!!" Henry exclaimed with annoyance. Ray smirked and said, "okay, let's say you DO have a girlfriend from Hollywood who attends Hollywood Arts... Why haven't we ever met her before?". Henry looked at Ray with an expression that had slight confusion as he said, "well....she's from Hollywood...and she goes to school...do I need to say more??". Charlotte gave him a tight smile as she said, "we'll believe you when we see it, Hen..." which made Henry roll his eyes at his two friends and boss.
Y/N stepped out of the taxi as she stood in front of Henry's home. She was smiling happily as it had been a while since she met up with her lovely boyfriend. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up to his porch and rang the doorbell. A man opened up and looked a bit confused as he said, "uhm, hello, can I help you?". She recognized him as Henry's father, she had seen him in photos a few times. She smiled brightly as she answered the man with, "hello sir!! I'm here for Henry". The man looked even more confused, but turned towards the stairs and yelled out, "Henry!!! There's a girl for you!!!" And it was comical how fast Henry ran down the stairs to the point of almost falling--made her giggle as she watched. His father walked away from the door as Henry smiled at her. "Babe! You're here!!" As he hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged him back tightly. "Yes!! I have some free time so I decided to come visit," she explained as she looked at him. He looked her up and down--she was dressed extremely beautifully and stylishly, so cute and attractive. He blushed as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her up to his room. "How are things at school?" He asked her curiously as he grabbed her bags from her and put them on the ground by his bed. She plopped down on his bed as she began to talk excitedly. "Well it's going amazing!!! There was this producer from the Platinum Music Awards and we were able to send our auditions in so that maybe we could perform at the show and like my friend Tori won the competition but then was fired and I was banned from eating bibble with my sister!!" She rambled on happily as she explained what happened at Hollywood Arts. Henry--even though having dated her for a while--still couldn't help but be impressed. Sure, he was a superhero and was famous already, but being noticed by a producer?? That was so cool, he thought. "Yeah?? What's bibble, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile, laced with a little confusion and curiosity, sitting down next to her. She laughed happily as she leaned into him, saying, "bibble is a delicious colorful popcorn-like candy and it's the best candy out there and I love it!!!! Me and my sister are banned from buying, eating and breathing in bibble!!!" She explained with a slight laugh and smile. Henry let out a loving chuckle as he shook his head. But his demeanor quickly grew tense as his S.W.A.T. watch went off. She looked at his watch curiously as she said, "your watch beeps". He laughed nervously as he looked at her, he then tried to explain as he said, "yeah... It's uhm...an alarm, for work...it means..that...yeah...wait here, okay?" Which in return she just nodded with a smile. He quickly rushed out of the room and went into his bathroom, locking the door. He swatted his watch open and a hologram of Ray appeared. "Hey Kid! Listen, I need you to come into work," Ray said with that annoying smirky smile. Henry replied with, "for what? I thought you said I could have the half day off? I'm a little busy with my girlfriend.. She's visiting me today," he tried to explain, only to immediately get a scoff in return. Ray said, "sure... GIRLFRIEND! HAH!! And you thought wrong. Charlotte and Jasper need help with cleaning the mancave," as Henry gave the hologram a deadpanned expression. He really couldn't stand his boss sometimes. "What do I do about Y/N then??" Henry asked his boss, Ray laughed in his face again as he said, "Y/N!? You're making up names too now!? Oh...you're making me laugh. Be here in 5" as the hologram disappeared. Henry couldn't help but look at his watch in disbelief. Was it that hard for Ray to comprehend that he didn't have girl trouble for once??
He dragged Y/N into Junk 'n Stuff and put her in the middle of the room as he cupped her face with one hand. "Alright, listen closely, okay babe? I need to help my boss in the back. You stay here, okay? Don't walk out, don't go to the back, don't follow me to the back, do not go anywhere you're not supposed to, okay?" In which Y/N just nodded. "But what am I supposed to do then?" She asked with a frown as she looked at him confused. Henry looked around a bit panicky as he had to think quick. He then just said, "look around! There's very interesting stuff here, okay?" In which her frown turned into a happy smile as she nodded. Henry smiled softly and gripped her waist as he kissed her softly. "Good girl, stay here, okay?" He said as he walked to the back. She giggled softly as a blush appeared on her face. She always loved when he praised her. It came out so smoothly from his mouth. When the elevator reached down, Henry walked out into the mancave to see Ray. The older man was doing some kind of training with Bork. "Hey, I'm here," Henry said as he looked around confused. "Where are Char and Jasper?" He asked Ray--who stopped his sparring as he looked at the younger boy. "Oh, they aren't here yet," he claimed. Henry looked at Ray even more confused now. "I thought they needed help with cleaning?" Henry asked confused. Ray shrugged and just answered with, "well, I called them in after I called you. I figured they would've needed your help," which made Henry sigh and pinch his nose bridge. Just then, Jasper and Charlotte got out of the elevator as Charlotte said, "hey Henry, hey Ray," with a more annoyed tone as she said Ray. Jasper said, "who's the girl up in the store? She's just talking to the giant dinosaur head," with confusion in his tone. Ray sent Bork away as he looked confused--with a judgy undertone. Henry quickly stepped in and said, "oh...that's uhm, that's Y/N...my girlfriend. From Hollywood... The one you guys have mocked me for?" And everyone got quiet and looked at Henry in shock. Jasper quickly spit out, "she's real!?" As Charlotte said right after, "you actually have a girlfriend??", which made Henry say, "why is that so hard to believe!?" with a defensive tone and a disbelieved expression. Ray quickly went to the screens and looked at the security cameras of Junk 'n Stuff and there she was...talking to the dinosaur head. Ray said, "HER!? You are dating that girl!? In heels and that outfit!?" As he looked back at Henry in disbelief. Henry sighed and nodded as he replied with, "for the last time, yes!! That's her! I met her when I was on vacation with my parents and sister in California...Venice Beach". Charlotte looked at the camera with a raised eyebrow while saying, "does she know the dinosaur won't talk back??" As Henry sharply said, "she knows she knows!!!". Ray rushed to the elevator as he said, "I have some questions for her!!" Which made Henry quickly follow behind him. He didn't trust Ray one bit. Especially since...he saw how Ray was with Jasper--he couldn't imagine how Ray would treat her. Charlotte and Jasper looked at each other before also entering the elevator.
★ Plot: When Castiel falls from Heaven you find him and take him in, teaching him a world he never dreamed he could be a part of, let alone love, but will it stay sunshine and roses when Sam and Dean come back for him?
★ Director: @ashbohog
★ Run Time: 6.2k
★ Rating: Explicit/16+
★ Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, smut - consent heavy, riding, softer sex, creampie - emotional vulnerability, slice of life, fluff, probably more I can't think of?
★ Commentary: Okay now THIS is a fic. Goddamn, longest one-shot I've ever written lol, I hope you like it! (please be nice to me this took five months lol)
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You used to work with Sam and Dean at least once a month, helping them out of whatever mess they got themselves into. When you retired, you weren't sure if they'd be able to manage, but they seemed to do alright, at least that's what you heard from your bi-weekly phone calls with Sam, just making sure none of them had gone off the deep end. Again.
You were checking the slow-cooker, soup cooking away, the smell filling your house nicely. It wasn't much but it was cozy and comfortable, a luxurious mansion compared to the motel rooms you were used to. You decided to head out and get some groceries while your food slowly boiled up for the next couple of hours.
You were at your local supermarket, scanning the shelves for any ingredients that looked interesting when out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a man just outside glass doors. He looked oddly familiar so you walked back out of the store, abandoning your apples and flour just before the exit.
When you got outside, you got a good look at him. He was missing his signature coat and he looked pretty rough around the edges, but that was the Winchesters' Angel alright.
"Castiel?"
He looked up like the sound of his own name was foreign to him, his brows furrowing just like they always did, until he recognized you, murmuring your name with a rougher voice than usual.
You crouched down, eye to eye with him "What are you doing here? What happened to you?"
He looked down like he was ashamed that you were seeing him like this.
"I fell"
"From where?"
"Heaven"
"Oh, baby" You cooed, reaching out, slow enough not to spook him "Where are the boys?"
"Kansas"
"So what're you doing here?"
"I have no way to get there, I was trying to find enough money to pay for the bus, but it's not as easy as I thought it would be"
"Here" You reached into your pocket but before you could pull your hand out, he stopped you.
"I couldn't take-"
"Sweetie, I'm not gonna give you money"
"You're not?"
"No" You smiled just a little, sympathetic and soft, before extending the energy bar in your palm "You look hungry. You can get hungry now, right?"
"Yes" His eyes stayed glued to your palm "Very"
He took the bar eagerly, the first piece of food he'd had in days that he didn't have to scavenge for.
"Are you hurt?"
"Not substantially. I think"
"Can you stand?"
"Yes"
You grabbed his hand, guiding him up.
"It'd take hours to get to Kansas and you're in pretty rough shape. I have some room at my place if you'd li-"
"Yes please"
You smiled, a huff of a laugh coming out with it. He followed you to your car like a little puppy, hand never leaving yours until you had to drive. You cranked up the heat on the drive home, noticing the little shake around his shoulders.
When you got inside, you saw him in proper lighting, the shabby clothes, the fresh cut on his cheek, covered in grime. You brought him to your kitchen table, checking on the soup and giving him a bowl full.
"Here, it's not much but it's probably better for you than an energy bar. Have as much as you like"
He muttered a quick thank you before inhaling the soup, spoon be damned. While he was occupied, you headed to the bathroom, running a hot bath and grabbing a towel. You threw it on the back of a chair and positioned it in front of the fireplace before coming back to the kitchen.
The former Angel was helping himself to a third bowl when you appeared behind him.
"Hey, it's not goin' anywhere" You spoke softly, placing the bowl back on the counter, cupping his face in your palms "Let me take a look"
"At what?"
"You" You laughed lightly, missing his very direct take on things since you'd last seen him.
You inspected his face, only finding muck and that little cut, a strange wave of relief washing over you. You'd worried for him before, but only ever briefly. When he'd copped a rough hit, but he always got back up again. You weren't so sure that he would now, and that was a whole, awful new level of worry.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"My shoulder, it burns. Like someone is still stabbing me"
"Still?"
"It was shallow"
You rolled your eyes with a little smirk, hoping it might mask a portion of your concern, turning your attention back to tending to him. Your fingers drifted down, catching on the slashed open hoodie sleeve coated in red.
"Well it isn't pretty, why don't you get cleaned up and I'll take a better look at it?"
"How do I-"
"I ran a bath, just hop in and let it all melt away"
He nodded like you'd given him direct orders, trailing behind you as you led him to the bathroom.
"Call out when you're ready to get out, 'kay?"
He nodded again and you could see the droop to his eyes. You went back to the kitchen, tidying up, having some soup for yourself. Eventually, you heard a weak voice call your name and it sent a little crack through your heart. Your eyes found him, barely able to keep himself up when you noticed the muck still on his face, blood and dirt, his hair still shaggy and mussed up. Not in its usual way.
"I- can you- help me? Please?"
Your heart broke for him again and again, the way his tone lowered, not in any way you'd heard before. That sad, wet puppy look on his face.
"Yeah, 'f course"
You stepped inside, slowly kneeling beside the bathtub, lowering yourself down to his level.
"You have a lot of different soaps" His eyes flicked over to the little shelf beside him "I- don't know what to use"
"Do you want me to tell you, or do you want help?"
"Help. Please" He couldn't meet your gaze, he was an Angel, reduced to this "Everything hurts"
You weren't sure how to respond to someone experiencing aching muscles and bones for the first time, so you just reached over and grabbed your honey shampoo.
"I think you'll like this one" You hummed, flipping open the cap and squeezing some out "It's shampoo, you put that on your hair, rinse it off, then do the same with conditioner"
"That seems counterintuitive"
"Kinda, but it makes your hair real soft"
"Your has always seemed that way"
You were caught off guard by the subtle compliment, by the fact that he'd noticed something about you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in gently, giving his scalp a soft little massage while you were at it.
Neither of you were expecting the little groan he let out at your touch, but you couldn't help smiling when you heard it.
"I'm sorry I- I don't understand why I did that"
"It's normal, Sweetie. Lost of people do it, just means you're enjoying this"
"I am. Thank you"
"You're welcome, but you don't have to keep saying thank you" You place a hand over his forehead, stopping the water from flowing into his eyes as you rinsed out the shampoo "I'm happy to do this for you, God knows you've saved my life, least I can do is give you a warm place to stay and some soap lessons"
"You've done far more than that, and it means a lot to me. So, thank you"
"You're welcome, Castiel"
He let his eyes flutter shut as he leaned into your touch, something felt off but comforting at hearing his name again.
You finished up, taking your time until the water started to lose its heat. You leaned in close, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, tone soft, light.
"Back in a sec"
As he watched you push off your knees and head out the door, he wished you wouldn't. He wished you'd just stay with him until the world felt less harsh.
You grabbed the towel from in front of the fire, nice and toasty, and headed back to the bathroom. Smiling softly, you hated that he felt like this, but you were so happy you were the one he trusted to take care of him.
When you came through the door holding the towel, he understood, sort of, standing immediately. You barely let your eyes flick down before you turned to face the wall swiftly, handing the towel to him behind your back.
"Uh, Castiel?" You let slip a small, awkward laugh "Little human lesson for you, generally people wait until there's no one around to be that, disrobed"
"I'm sorry. Humans are meant to be ashamed of their bodies, I should partake in this behavior now. I've- made you uncomfortable" He said it more as a statement than a question, observing your reaction over anything else.
"All covered up?" You asked, suppressing your grin at his little discovery of human behaviour, it was always cute when that happened.
"Yes"
You turned and he had the towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes widened just a little, surprised that that was what was under the trench coat, not really getting a proper look before. Some part of you wished you hadn't now. The other part wanted to beat the first part with a blunt instrument.
"Is this, correct? I've seen this on TV an-"
"You watch TV?"
"Sometimes"
"Huh, an Angel watching soaps, who woulda thought"
He looked down at your words when you realised which one you'd said.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't think, I-"
"It's okay. This is new to you. It's still new to me"
You walked over, raising your hand to tilt his chin up, making him look you in the eye.
"It's okay. Whatever you're feeling right now, it's okay. And it'll all be okay"
"How do you know?"
"'Cause I'll make it be okay. I can be very threatening you know" You joked, hoping to lift his spirits the slightest bit.
"I know" He smiled, just the tiniest bit, it made you feel like you'd won a whole battle.
"Good, now sit, looks like I have some sewing to do"
"My clothes are-"
"Shredded. But not what I meant" You motioned to the cut on his arm "It might not be hospital grade, but from what you told me on the drive here, I don't think hospitals would be that safe right now"
"No, they wouldn't"
You grabbed your first aid kit, cleaning up around each wound before patching them up. He winced at the needle, something you'd never seen him do before, understandable sure, but strange nonetheless.
"There" You tapped his chest lightly, far away from any newly forming bruises "Good as new"
"I was never new"
"It's an expression. I'll teach you about those later, now you look like you could use a rest"
"Yes, I think I need to sleep"
"Welcome to being human, we're always chasin' it"
You helped him to your room, trying to distract your mind from wandering to the one place it shouldn't when you had your arm around his waist, fingers splayed against his skin. You rifled through your drawers, handing him some sweatpants. You couldn't find any damn t-shirts, today was meant to be laundry day.
You moved just outside to change into your pyjamas and when you came back in, he was barely standing by the bed, you could tell he was about five minutes away from falling straight into it. You tried not to, but you couldn't stop your eyes from drifting down to the waistband of those old sweatpants, how low it rode on his hips. You saw the little hollows of his hip bones, perfectly, awfully grip-able.
"Well what're you waiting for?"
Cas paused, eyes on the ground.
"I've seen on TV that when two people share a bed it can be, uncomfortable. Socially"
"As long as no one makes a move, I think we'll be fine"
"What kind of move? I haven't slept much before but I believe I roll over on occasion"
You let a little laugh slip "Sweetie, just get in. You look like you're barely alive"
"I feel that way too"
You squeezed his hand softly, pulled the covers back and slipped into the other side of the bed. Castiel let out a heavy sigh as his back stretched out flat against the mattress, a feeling he had never experienced quite like this before.
"Good?"
"Indescribably"
You chuckled under your breath "And to think, I got this on sale"
He turned to face you, his expression tired and soft in ways you hadn't thought possible before tonight.
"Thank you, you didn't have to be this kind, I appreciate it"
"Anytime" You smiled "Besides, things were starting to get boring around here anyways"
He let out a breathy laugh, just slightly before falling silent again, a vulnerable lilt to his voice.
"There's something else I've seen on TV. Sometimes, when someone's hurt, someone that cares for them, holds them"
"Yeah?" You shuffled closer, a dangerous shake in your voice but you had to do it "Good thing I care about you then"
You opened your arms up and he gingerly got closer, careful, trying to do it 'right'. Your arms closed around his back, nudging his face against your neck. He let out a breath, relaxing into you.
You tried to think about anything other than his body pressed against yours, the worn material of the pants doing little to nothing to cover the bulge you felt pressed into your thigh.
Your hands smoothed over his back, soft and warm and just too much.
He let out an airy little sound, high, broken, and you pulled your hands away, moving back to look into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Cas, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"N-no" He could barely hold eye contact, feeling disgusting to think of you in this way "It- was nice"
"You sure? I can stop if-"
"Please don't"
"Oh. Oh- you-"
He nodded, swallowing hard "I know I shouldn't-"
"I never said that"
"But-"
"Ang- Castiel" You corrected yourself, bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw "You're human now, it's okay to feel human things"
"But I've never- it's so much. I haven't felt anything like this before"
"I know, baby. You just- you have to find your way of dealing with it. It's not easy, but it's another thing about being human"
"Could you- would you help me? Please?"
Your throat closed for a moment, breath gone.
"I- Cas, are you sure?"
"Yes" He nodded, eyes certain "I want to know every part of the human experience, and I trust you"
"O-okay"
"Are you not comfortable? I won't be upset if-"
"Cas, I-" You took a breath "I'm okay. I want this, you. I want you, Castiel"
He moved closer, lips against yours in a second. No one had ever wanted him before, not for him, just what he could do for them.
You used your other hand to guide his palms to your hips, smiling against him at how hesitant his touch was.
"It's okay, baby, you're not gonna hurt me"
His hands slid up, ducking under your shirt, fingers cool against your skin. He pressed closer to you, voice low and wrecked already.
"Off, please"
You shuffled, half sitting up, moving to straddle him when you stopped, looking down with care.
"Ready?"
"Yes" He breathed out, nodding at the same time.
You slid your shorts off, throwing one leg over his lap, fingers under the hem of your shirt before you discarded it too, Castiel's eyes fixated on you.
He'd seen humans for thousands of years, but actually feeling you? That was a whole other world.
You reached down, sliding the sweatpants past his thighs, a soft little sound falling from your lips at the size of him, bobbing up against his stomach, precum beading at the tip.
You took a breath, bringing yourself back.
"I'm gonna touch you now, that okay?"
"Yes" He muttered, chest working "Very"
You wrapped your hand around the base, a quiet moan coming from him. You pumped him slowly a few times, precum pouring from the tip.
You locked eyes with him as you lifted your hips, lining him up to your entrance. You passed the wet head through your folds, gathering your slick before inching in.
His hands shot to your hips, needing something to hold onto, an anchor. Your jaw grew slack the further down you sunk, his cock stretching you out perfectly, hitting deep when you reached the base.
You stopped, adjusting, giving Castiel enough time to get used to the feeling.
You felt a hand on your back, pushing you down instantly, his forehead pressed to yours, heavy breaths fanning across your lips.
"You-you okay, baby?" You asked, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to move.
He swallowed hard, just barely moving his head against yours, signaling you to continue.
You rolled your hips shakily, grinding down against him, his jaw dropping around a silent moan.
You gradually picked up your pace, face still hovering over his, seeing those pretty blue eyes get wetter and wetter.
You started to push off his chest gently, moving to ride him. His hands entwined with yours as you used him for stability, your skin slapping against his with each of your bounces.
You felt his grip tighten, chest heaving.
"Too-too much" He sucked in a breath, finding them to be in short supply.
You slowed down carefully, thumb brushing the little drop falling down his cheek, cradling his jaw in one hand.
"It's okay Cas, we can stop if you want to"
"No, please, just- slower"
"Okay" You hummed, a small smile gracing your lips, making him feel more than he would have imagined something so simple could "We'll go slow"
You dragged your hips along his, walls fluttering around his cock as he grazed your cervix with each of your movements.
You built him up steadily, letting him feel everything, your heat wrapped around him, unlike any other feeling on Earth or in Heaven.
Cas sucked in a breath through his teeth, neck glistening with sweat, looking positively bite able.
He let a little sound slip at the feeling of your mouth on him, the surprise not at all unwelcome.
Your teeth grazed over his neck, muscles drawn tight, just right for you to nibble on, tongue laving over the spot in an instant.
"I-" He stuttered, voice strained "I think I-"
"Y'gonna cum, baby?"
"Yes"
You gave him a few more deep rolls of your hips before grinding all the way down, your cunt squeezing around him like a vice.
He called your name as hot ropes of cum shot inside you, filling you perfectly. His cock twitched more and more with each pulse of your walls, milking him dry.
You leaned down to kiss him through his panting, tongue slipping past his lips, running over his teeth with a wolfish grin.
"That feel good, Castiel?" You smirked, still pressed up against him, feeling his cum beginning to leak out of you.
"I-I love you"
You stilled, relief and worry contradicting each other in your mind. You cleared your throat, sitting up, moving to get up before his hands found your thighs, puppy dog eyes looking up into yours.
"Was that wrong?" He asked, absolutely precious, breaths beginning to slow back to normal.
"No, I just uhm, I don't want to get my hopes up"
"How would you do that?"
"Because, you're-you're kinda vulnerable right now and you might- sometimes when people feel things, intensely, especially for the first time, they get things mixed up in their heads"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that by morning, or even in a few hours, you might not be as happy as you are now and I just- I can't risk too much on that"
"You're afraid I don't truly love you?"
"Yeah, yes, I just- I don't wanna make a fool of myself when you realize it was just the moment talking, not you"
"I have been sure of very little since becoming human, but I'm sure of you" He tilted your head back over to face him, eyes holding onto yours "I love you, but I understand your hesitancy. I will wait for the morning to tell you again, and I will wait for as long as you need to believe me"
You clenched your jaw, pushing down your emotions, pushing his chest back until he laid down again, laying your body over his.
"Thank you, Castiel" You pressed a soft, gentle little kiss to his lips, moving onto your side with him, keeping him inside you as his head rested on your chest, voice almost gone "Thank you"
His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, not used to the feeling or the fuzzy warmth floating around his head. He nestled into your neck, a small smile pressed against your skin, finally finding faith again with you.
You woke up to an unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome warmth, along with tangled limbs and quiet snoring. You looked down to see Castiel's face nuzzled against your chest, rising and falling with your breathing. You pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead, arms curling around him just a little tighter.
You weren't sure how long it took for him to wake up but even if it had taken days, you never would've moved an inch, dreading the thought of him waking up alone. His eyes fluttered open slowly, blue hues finding you, still there. He looked up like he was watching the world, barely moving away, just enough to see you properly.
"G'morning, baby"
"Good morning" His voice was a little croaky and deep from lack of use and entirely perfect.
Your hands smoothed over his back in similar motions to the night before as you continued to lay there together, neither of you daring to speak and break a moment so tender and precious. New to both of you.
"I still love you" His voice was so quiet you barely heard it, scared in a way he'd never been before.
"Hm?"
"Last night, you worried I-"
"I remember"
"Well, I still love you. Possibly more. I don't expect you to say it back, but I'd like you to believe me"
"I do, baby" You tucked his head into the crook of your neck, moreso hiding your face than his.
"I'm sorry" He muttered, feeling a few drops land on his skin "I didn't mean to upset you, I-"
"I love you too, Castiel"
"You do?"
You nodded, failing to fight back your tears, nails digging into the muscles of his back just a little, clinging onto him.
"Why-why are you crying? I thought love was supposed to be good. Is it- because I fell? I-"
"Shut up, Cas" You silenced him with your lips pressed against his, your kiss reaching his soul, finally letting him feel a connection he'd only ever watched others have.
You pressed your forehead to his as you pulled away, not wanting the moment to end just yet.
"It will never be because you fell. You're still my Angel whether you have wings or not, and you're more pure and full of light than anyone I've met, before and now"
He didn't respond, simply taking a much needed breath, suppressing the lump in his throat.
You stayed wrapped in each other's arms, holding onto the soft morning neither of you had ever had before.
"I-" He started, hesitant "I don't know what to do"
"You don't have to do anything right now, Castiel. Just focus on getting better, then we can figure it all out together"
"Thank you, I truly appreciate your kindness and generosity, but I meant now. Are we supposed to get up?"
You giggled lightly "Yeah, if you like. Or we can stay here"
"Here is good"
You pressed another kiss to his forehead, situating yourself again.
"Here it is then"
You did eventually get up, slowly rising. You headed downstairs first, rummaging through the fridge, finding some bacon and eggs. When Castiel walked down the stairs, those same old sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips, the smell drifted over to him and he let out a soft, content sound, relieved to know where his next meal was coming from.
You glanced over at him, spotting the extra little bruise on his neck, fingertips grazing over it lightly.
"'m sorry, baby"
"For what?"
"This" You turned him to face the mirror, curling around him from behind "Guess I got a little carried away. Been thinking about this for too long"
"You've thought of biting me?"
"It's not a proper bite" You grumbled, light "I've thought about you, Angel"
His eyes darted away, still guilty.
"You're my Angel, Cas. I'll tell you again and again. But if you don't like the nickname, I'll stop using it"
"I- I'm not sure"
"That's okay" You pressed a kiss of the reddish purple mark "We can come up with something new if you like, just for you"
"Yes" He straightened a little, eyes meeting yours in the mirror "I'd like that"
"Alright then, what are you thinking of?"
"I- don't know. What do humans call each other?"
"Lots of things. Baby, Sweetheart-"
"That's you"
"Hm?"
"You have the kindest heart I've known. Yours should be Sweetheart"
"Damn it, Cas, you're gonna make me cry again. I don't usually do that"
"I'm sorry-"
"It's okay, honey, I just-"
"I like that one"
"What? Honey?"
"Yes. I miss the bees"
"Hm, what about Honeybee then? A little more special, for you"
"I like it" He smiled, a welcome sight.
"Alright Honeybee, whaddya say we get you some breakfast, hm?"
"I'd like that even more, I haven't tried eggs yet"
"Well then you are in for a treat, c'mon"
You guided him over to the kitchen counter, seating him at a stool as you cooked.
"Thank you" He hummed softly, watching you intently.
"You're welcome, Cas, but you haven't even tried it yet"
"Not just the food, for everything"
"Well then you're very welcome, but you really don't have to keep saying thank you, it's the least I can do, you did bring me back from the dead a few times"
"You never died, you were merely close"
"Yeah, I'd say bleeding out in an alley is pretty close" You laughed lightly, but he didn't join you, looking down and to the side again instead "Hey, what's wrong? I'm sorry, did I say something-"
"No. You're perfect. I just- I'm not of any use to you anymore. If someone were to attack-"
"If someone attacked, then I'd protect you, happily" You reassured him.
"But you shouldn't have to, if I had my Grace-"
"Enough 'if's, okay? If you had your Grace you'd be off sittin' on a cloud, or whatever you do when you mysteriously disappear to Heaven. And if you had your Grace, you never would've been able to taste my cooking" You grinned, serving his meal up.
"It is very tasty, thank you"
You grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple "You're welcome, now eat up, while it's still hot. Besides, it's not like I'm not getting anything out of this, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember knowing you"
"Really?"
"Sure have, you're catch, Honeybee"
He smiled, returning to his toast, a comfortable kind of happy.
You shared your meals in an easy silence, spending the rest of the day doing small, human-y things. Teaching them to Castiel.
You started off easy, doing the dishes after you ate, showing him how to use the TV, which he was surprisingly good at, even the DVD player. You did a load of washing and you may or may not have shared a shower while you waited for it to dry, finally getting Cas into a decent set of clothes.
Though you'd miss him in just the sweatpants. Dearly.
Your days unfolded similarly for a while. Teaching Cas new things, spending all of your time together, showing him all kinds of new foods. You fell into a comfortable, domestic routine, Cas even did the dishes when you cooked, after seeing it as some small gesture to repay another on a sitcom.
Nights were spent in each other's arms, teaching him all manner of other things under tangled sheets.
You got used to your soft, sweet little life. Until the Winchesters turned up at your doorstep.
You texted Dean the day after Cas arrived, letting him know he was safe, but it took them a while to come see you, something about not being able to have Cas around, he could get hurt? It sounded like a load of crap because they were avoiding something, but it wasn't your place to say, you learned that the hard way.
The knock on your door startled you, prompting you to hide Castiel behind you and grab your gun. The second you opened the door, Dean pushed through, big smiles and all, Sam in tow.
Dean stopped, looking Cas up and down, seeing him in your baggy purple hoodie.
"Dude"
"Hello Dean"
"What the hell happened?" He laughed, pulling Cas into a rough hug "You- I think you're whipped"
"We have a whip upsta-"
"Honeybee!" You chimed in, clearly he forgot your 'what we can say around company and what we can't' lesson.
"Honeybee?"
"Yes, it's my pet name" He answered proudly.
"You have a- hold on"
"I think he's starting to get it" Sam mumbled to you.
"Yep, just give him a sec"
"You-"
"Almost there"
"And-"
"Here we go"
"What the hell?!"
"Honestly?" Sam started "He got there quicker than I thought he would"
"Me too, you got him doing Sudoku or something?"
"I tried, he said it looked too much like math"
"Eh, fair"
"Guys!" Dean interrupted, still computing "You and Cas- are living together? Like, properly?"
"Oh my g-" You rolled your eyes, pulling Cas into a kiss, his hands sliding up your back.
You were pretty sure the sound Dean made was only audible to dogs.
"You two- I- what?! You guys kiss?!"
"We also have sexual intercourse"
You couldn't help but laugh at Cas' monotone and Dean's face, possibly scarred for life.
"You fuck?!"
"Multiple times a day"
"Cas, baby, that's enough" You patted his arm, guiding him to the couch as you fought to regain your composure.
"Multiple-" Dean babbled to himself, his brain working over time.
"Let it go, man" Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder "Just- accept it"
"But I-"
"So" Sam started, desperate to change the subject "You two seem- happy"
"Well yeah if I was gettin' some multiple-"
Sam clamped a hand down over his brother's mouth, yanking it back after a second.
"Dude! Did you just lick me?!"
"Got your hand away, didn't it?"
"Boys!" You called, stopping them immediately "God how I missed you two"
They both looked down, like kids in trouble.
"Why don't you catch up with Cas while I finish off dinner?"
"Ooh, dinner?" Dean's eyes lit up, he always inhaled your cooking.
"Yep, pot roast"
"I love you"
You saw Cas narrow his eyes the slightest bit from his spot on the couch, far too adorable.
You walked over, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before heading off to the kitchen.
"So- you two, huh?" Sam said, surprisingly awkward.
"Yes" Castiel smiled, content.
"When- how- I'm happy for you. And so is Dean. Right Dean?"
"Huh?" Dean's attention was elsewhere, trying to see how close you were to serving up.
Sam elbowed him, bringing him back to the room.
"You're happy for Cas, right?"
"Yeah, real happy. D'you know when dinner is?"
"Soon"
Dean huffed, a little pouty, right as you called out to them, everything plated up and on the table.
"Holy-"
"Enjo-" Before you could finish, he was digging in.
You all made polite conversation over dinner, secretly dreading why they were here now, if they needed Cas, what he'd do if they asked him to go.
Sam was the one to say it.
"So, buddy. We sorta came here for a reason"
"Yes?" Cas looked up from his bowl, avoiding Dean on his third.
"We um, we were kinda wondering, when are you coming back?"
"Back where?"
"To the bunker, with us. Y'know, home"
Cas' gaze flicked to you and you stood, feeling your stomach drop.
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, staring into those pretty blue eyes.
"Do whatever you think is right, Honeybee. Don't worry about me"
Before he could respond, you went back to the kitchen, leaving him to make his decision without the added weight of your presence in the room.
It took longer than you hoped, so you started doing the dishes. Washing away each little speck, like Castiel always does. Your heart melted a little when he started doing it, wanting to repay you in the slightest for everything you'd done for him.
You knew he'd go. He had to. He was the Angel who saved the world, even if he wasn't an Angel anymore. Sam and Dean had been with him through everything, this thing he had with you had just been going on for a few months, you had no right to expect him to give everything else up for you.
Little drops fell into the water in the sink, mingling together before your blurring eyes.
You wiped your hands off quickly, fingers digging into the dish cloth, holding it tight as you turned to face the cabinets, trying to get yourself together.
Castiel heard sharp, laboured breaths as he entered the kitchen, rushing to your side immediately.
"Is something wrong? Did you cut yourself? I-"
"Just- stay tonight. Please" Your head fell to his shoulder, arms curling around him "Just give me one more night"
"Do you- do you want me to leave?" He stopped, still in your embrace "I understand, I-"
"Never, Cas. I- aren't you going with Sam and Dean?"
"No"
"What?"
"Unless you want me to leave, I don't intend on going back with them"
"But I thought- didn't you want-"
"I want you" He pulled back to look you in the eyes, brushing your tears away "I told you, I love you. And I will keep telling you. That won't change, ever"
"S-so you're staying? Really?"
"For as long as you'll let me"
You pulled him in tight, holding him against your chest, no intentions of letting go.
"You uh- you guys have your big dramatic feelings moment yet?" Dean poked his head through the door, like your emotions might actually attack him.
Idiot.
"You're safe, you're not gonna catch emotional intelligence" You sniffled, a little laugh breaking through.
They both came in, a little distant, feeling like they just tried to break up the best relationship they'd seen anyone have.
"You're not evil" You sighed, knowing them pretty well by now "Besides, it didn't work. We're fine"
Sam let out a little sigh of relief, Dean pretended to never have been worried in the first place.
"So" The feelings fearing one started "Guess we'd better head out then"
"When I have a handmade pie ready to put in the oven? What a shame" You faux pouted, knowing you'd get him with that.
"Pie? You made pie? What kind of pie?"
"Oh, just cherry. You probably won't even want any-"
"Move over woman, where's the pie?!"
Sam rolled his eyes, he really had to try and teach his brother some manners. Some day.
You went to the fridge, handing it to Dean to do the honours, sliding it into the oven with such loving care.
Dean watched it with a level of intensity that rivalled Cas' usual stares, an impressive feat indeed.
"You don't need to stare at it like it'll be your last" You laughed, pulling him away from the oven door.
"W- It won't?"
"Oh god I forgot how stupid you are" You cooed sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek "Sweetie, I'm in love with your best friend. If we weren't already family, we sure as hell are now"
"Yeah?"
"Of course, baby" You brought him into a hug, motioning for Sam to join behind his back.
He waved a hand, trying to be polite and let you and Dean have your moment, until you tugged him in anyways, soon relishing in the warm feeling.
"You're my boys, now more than ever. And soon enough you're gonna get sick of the two of us coming down for weekly game nights"
"Games?" Castiel asked, a little intrigued "Like the game we play when you're the babysi-"
"Not that game"
"I think I'm gonna be sick" Dean mumbled.
"Oh, so you don't want any pie?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Sure" You grinned, happy with your misshapen little family and your fallen Angel.
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cw: dark smut (mdni, 18+), soft!dark!joel, noncon, somnophilia, fingering, stalking, breaking and entering, implied (legal) age gap
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He knew this was wrong. He shouldn’t be standing here, he should be in bed, tucked away, maybe fisting his cock to the thought of you. But no, he was standing outside your house.
All the lights were turned off, so he figured you must be sleeping soundly.
His fingers twitched at his sides as he walked up the porch. You never locked the door, so this was really your fault. Or maybe, and he liked that idea even better, you were inviting him in.
He reached out and pushed the door handle down. The air inside your house was warm and it smelled faintly like you – soft soap, your perfume and the scent of your skin that was so exclusively yours.
It drew him in like a magnet followed iron. His first steps were silent, just the soft shuffle of his leather boots against your wooden floors, dampened by the adorable fluffy rug. Then the stairs creaked as he went up. He froze like a deer in headlights, shifting his weight ever so slightly off the unforgiving step.
He listened for a moment but not a sound was to be heard. So he kept going. Tested each fall of his foot silently, not allowing for another noise to be heard as he went up the stairs. The landing upstairs was neat. Two doors – one to your bathroom and the other to the bedroom. He knew exactly which one was which since this was the not first time he had entered your house. But it was the premiere of you being here as well at the same time.
A soft stream of moonlight trickled in from the gap between your bathroom door and the wall. He advanced carefully and pushed the door open a little further. The shower was still wet, condensation clinging to the glass wall and mirror. He saw the droplets of water in the sink where you had brushed your teeth not too long ago. And the wicker basket was cracked open.
Light blue lace peaked out. His hands were on it immediately, fishing the pair of panties out with a slight tremor. Whether it was his spiraling mind or reality, he didn’t know, but there was a soft warmth still clinging to the material and maybe- maybe even a bit of dampness.
He brought the flimsy cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply and there it was. A faint musk, sweet and rich, filled his nostrils and he had to hold back a moan. His fingers ghosted across the gusset, prodding and stretching the fabric just like he’d do to you soon.
Joel froze again when he heard a soft creak. It came from the bedroom. He peered out of the bathroom but couldn’t see you as your door blocked his view. With a quick movement he pocketed the panties and took a step forward. With his ear pressed against the door, he listened for more movement but none followed.
The door knob was cold as he twisted it but it opened without a single sound. And revealed the star of his wettest dreams. You laid in bed a thin sheet tousled over you, one leg out in the open. He could make out your face in the dark, illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp on your dresser. A mental note was made – you preferred sleeping with the light on.
His fingers twitched as he stood looming over you, desperate to reach out. He brushed a strand of hair from your perfect face and smiled to himself. So sweet, so innocent, how you laid there. His heart leaped as he finally dragged his eyes off of you and saw the little plush toy at your side, one of your small hands sprawled across it. It took a lot out of him to hold back a groan as he imagined that same hand wrapped around his cock.
You stirred slightly in your sleep and he pulled his hand back like you had burned him. He held his breath but your eyes stayed close, your breath even as you shifted on your back. The blanket didn’t move with you, and now, your other leg was equally on display. It also rewarded him with a glance at your flimsy nightgown – a blush pink.
Fuck, he thought to himself, you are so goddamn perfect.
He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way the nightie dipped low at the valley of your breasts, and how the soft flesh quilled out of the cups and lowered again with every breath.
With a single shaky finger he slowly followed the neckline of your nightgown, entranced by the lacy hem and the bodily warmth that brew beneath it. He wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh until you caried his bite marks underneath your bra but there was still time for that later. Right now, he longed to make you feel good. Make you realize that he would always be there to take care of your every need.
His hand dipped lower, first across your nipple. It hardened under his touch, practically reaching out to him. Then his touch went along your stomach until he reached your core. That, he spared for a few moments, forfeiting it for your thighs. You shivered as his bare skin met yours but you didn’t pull away.
He massaged slowly, quietly, travelling inwards with every caress. And then – a soft moan tumbled from your lips and he almost came in his pants.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he whispered breathlessly, retracting his fingers slightly. But you just readjusted, still sleeping, and let out a content breath, your legs now parted.
Allowing him in. Beckoning him in. Giving him permission to do what he wanted.
And the wet spot growing in between your thighs, darkening the material that covered you with every seep of desire coming out of you, it was his undoing.
His thumb brushed against the hem of your panties and your legs quivered.
“Someone’s needy, hm?” He mumbled and circled his thumb closer to your clit – not yet giving you what you wanted. “Don’t worry, babygirl, I’m here.”
Your hips arched subconsciously, chasing the friction he was offering but not quite giving and he chuckled darkly. “I know, I know,” he whispered, “Give it a second, you greedy girl.”
Then his thumb finally found your bundle of nerves, still separated by your panties. Another sigh, vocalized relief, spilled from your lips as he drew tight circles, feeling the wetness grow.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured and applied a hint more pressure. “Let me give you what you need.”
God, he longed to bury his face between your thighs, to kiss your clit, to shove his tongue up your tight, wet channel but he held back. There was still so much time left.
Once your legs started trembling, the pleasure written all over your face even in your sleep, he stopped. A whiny breath sounded through the room, but you still stayed asleep. He wanted to give you exactly what you needed, but he wanted to do it for real, not held back, not disconnected by your panties. He needed to feel you, needed to see you. All of you. How your clit twitched when you got close, how your petals would glisten, how your juices leaked onto his hand, not into the gusset of that string of material you called underwear.
His fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled it down slowly, agonizingly patient. First past your thighs, then over your knees and down your ankles. This pair joined the other one already in his pocket.
Your glistening sex quivered as it was exposed to the cool air of your room. A faint smell of sweet and saltiness filled his nostrils and he growled quietly. Your perfect pussy was on display for him, pink and soft and wet. Your button was still enlarged, ever so slightly covered by the protective hood. He hiked up one of your knees and gained a glimpse of your hole, barely big enough for him to see in this position.
His middle finger teased it, just running around your entrance before dipping in properly. God, you were tight. But your nectar was leaking all over the place, allowing him to slide in to the first knuckle, and then the second. He immediately felt you clench down, almost trapping him inside. He pulled back with a groan and then added a second finger as he thrusted back into you.
How are ya still asleep? Knuckles deep in ya but those pretty eyes are still closed.
He continued loosening you slowly, crooking and curling his fingers just right against your g-spot. His thumb came up to your clit, applying pressure as his digits scissored apart in you. Stifled cries left your mouth and your lashes fluttered as you tipped between consciousness and sleep, your orgasm fast approaching.
His fingers sped up, dipping in and out of you harder, while his thumb swirled across your bundle of nerves in tighter and firmer moves and then he physically saw the muscles in your thighs and stomach tense as you gushed all over his hand. His other hand pressed on your lower belly while he dragged out ounce of pleasure from you, his fingers relentlessly moving.
You murmured sleepily, breathless and confused, as your hips bucked from overstimulation and Joel couldn’t help the smirk that stole itself onto his face.
“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, “Sleep well?”
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It's been forever since I watched "The Wicker Man," and I only remember snippets of it. That being said, I was caught by the Writing Muse to write some Lord Summerisle smut. ehehe.... Anyway. Below cut. i hope u enjoy :3
NSFW - oral (f receiving), lots of smooching and nuzzling, 18+, rough sex, fated mates/soulmates (if that makes sense), paganism, mentioned orgy
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My Hearth
You couldn’t remember why, but something pulled you to the remote little island. You simply had to go there. It was fall, near Thanksgiving, and you’d been visiting Ireland and Northern Ireland for some time now, staying with a friend, and they’d inadvertently told you about a charming, albeit strange, little place called Summerisle. You couldn’t get their description out of your head. Something was pulling you there.
So you took a small boat across to the island, and were greeted coldly and sceptically by the locals, who gave you taciturn and mumbled directions to the inn. You had a very filling meal, and afterwards the innkeeper’s daughter, a very pleasant but strange young lady, led you to your room. You had a sound night’s sleep with no dreams, and awoke early the next morning to a cock’s crow.
The sunlight was just starting to stream in through your windows when the innkeeper’s daughter came running up the stairs, calling to you, “Miss! Miss! His Lordship insists upon seeing you!”
You rubbed your eyes and sat up groggily. “Who?”
“His Lordship! He says he must see you at once!”
“OK, OK, I’ll go see lord what’s-his-bucket.”
You dressed sloppily and accompanied the young woman to the dining hall, where you ate a brisk breakfast and was then guided by another local to “His Lordship’s” house.
You were in such a rush that you didn’t really get a good look at the place, but you were thrust into the foyer with the doors slamming behind you. You looked around, a little afraid. Paintings and portraits, rifles and trophies coated the walls, and a lovely baby-grand piano sat in the middle of the room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and you got a sort of… not primal, per se, but a paganistic feel from the whole place. You started to look around, then—when no one came downstairs—began calling.
“H-hello? Mister Lord? Hello? Is anybody home?” When no one answered, you sat on a sort of fainting couch, upholstered in a diamond pattern and with a light, almost regency floral fabric, and dark, shiny wooden edges and clawed feet. You sat there for a good ten or fifteen minutes before you heard clomping—and someone came down the stairs.
He was a tall man, in a very low-profile charcoal suit, burgundy tie, and Chuck Taylors. His hair was a little wild, brown going grey, and he had a very genuine smile. He approached you warmly and held out his hand. You got up and—instead of shaking, he kissed it! You were a little taken aback, but the surprise was pleasant enough, and you blushed a little.
“At last, she is here,” he rumbled, his deep voice sneaking into your ears and making you quiver a little. “Forgive me, but I needed to see you urgently. I am Lord Summerisle, the owner of this island and the leader of its people. And you are?”
You stuttered out your name and glanced at the floor. You could feel his eyes roaming all over you, and you felt a little uncomfortable—but at the same time quite safe. He seemed… trustworthy wasn’t the right word, but you felt at ease in his presence.
“I am very glad to have met you,” he said graciously, “come. I have prepared some tea upstairs.”
You grimaced a little and followed him to a sitting room, furnished again in regency-baroque style, and he poured you a delicate cup of tea. “How long do you like it to steep, my dear?”
You shivered and blushed a little when he called you that, then said, “not that strong—two minutes?”
He nodded and smiled, flashing his deep brown gaze at you. He was charming—and, to your surprise, you found him quite handsome. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Um… maybe an e-explanation?”
“Of course—how rude of me!” He stirred his tea and blew on it, then said, “I have brought you here because of my most recent tarot reading.”
“Sorry?”
“Forgive me.” He cleared his throat. “Tarot is the act of drawing from a deck of specialized cards to reveal fate, future, and fortune. My most recent reading told me that someone special”—he smiled and nodded at you—“would arrive shortly thereafter on my island. As soon as the inn reported a stranger to me, I had you sent for at once—well, the next day, that is. I wanted you to get adequate sleep before hearing what it is I have to tell you.”
“That’s all?” You felt a little stunned—summoning someone over a silly cardgame! But he seemed to take it all very seriously, so you went along with him.
“Not quite,” he said, pulling your teabag out of your cup, “there is a little more that I have yet to disclose. I…” He paused and gazed out the window for a moment, then turned to you and smiled weakly. “Do you happen to know of the… er… the term ‘fated mate’?”
“You mean… like the trope in monsterfucker fanfics?”
“Pardon?”
“Oh, sorry. Uh… a monster is awakened by the scent or presence of a human it’s destined to be with…?”
“Ah! Yes, precisely. Except that I am no monster—merely human.” He chuckled, and you smiled. “Yes, my dear, exactly. That is why I have summoned you here.”
“I… I don’t quite understand.” You blew on your tea.
He sighed. “I don’t mean to put pressure on you, but… er… you… are my fated mate.”
Your breath hitched. You swallowed hard. “Sir, I don’t even know you—”
“That’s why I’m trying to tell you as gently as possible. You were not brought here by one of my people, were you?”
“N-no… Actually, I was drawn here.”
“Oh,” he growled, smiling, the look on his face becoming less distinguished. “So… you felt it, too?”
“F-felt what?”
“The… er… the bond.”
“The…” You gulped audibly. “The m-mating b-b-bond?”
“So to speak.” He blushed and smirked a little.
“And… I’m destined… to be with you… forever?”
“Yes,” he said gravely.
“What if… I refuse?”
His deep brown eyes got a sort of downcast glaze over them and he said, mouth taut, “There are, of course, others out there, but… the first one always hits the hardest. Or so I’ve read.”
You nodded knowingly, letting your eyes drift to his hands, which were stirring his tea and bringing it to his lips. Your mind suddenly changed, and he became irresistible. You watched his every move—sipping his tea, glancing out the window, resting his eyes briefly on you, opening his mouth to speak. “I can feel a change in the air, my dear.”
You blushed. He smiled, wetted his lips. He kept his eyes fixed on you until you stood up. He rose, took your hands in his. “Do you accept the proposal of the Fates?”
You let the sensation of his hands on yours seep in—how they might feel on other parts of you—and at last you said, “Yes… and I don’t really seem to have a choice in the matter, since the Fates brought me here.”
“They’d understand if you said no, but they’d be disappointed,” he said. “In that case, I shall hold a feast and a dance tonight in your honor, and you can mingle with the community as well.” He smiled warmly, then kissed your hands and added, “I’ve been eagerly looking forward to this day, and now you’ve come, and…” Tears welled in his eyes. “You’re so much more beautiful than the cards said you’d be. I cannot wait for you to be mine, and I yours.”
You blushed hard at his words, trying to avoid his gaze—but those deep brown eyes of his dragged you back, pinning you, sending shivers up your spine.
“I know we’ve only just met,” he said softly, “but… May I have the privilege and honor of… kissing you?”
You blushed and squinched your eyes shut, then nodded—and he leaned in, putting a gentle peck on your lips. He was warm and welcoming, and a wave of cozy energy washed over you. You felt exquisite.
“That’s the mating bond,” he said, brushing hair out of your face, “it will feel much stronger when we get… more intimate.”
You flared your eyes at him, then said, “I can’t wait.”
~~~
Your dress left your shoulders bare, with long, loose-edged sleeves tipped with gold embroidery—it was modest, but also very flattering. You didn’t think you could wear orange, but somehow you pulled it off—it was the color of falling leaves, of pumpkins, of bonfires. “You look like a goddess,” Lord Summerisle said, coming up behind you and putting a necklace on you, “I wish… No, I won’t say it.”
You grinned in the mirror at his reflection and said, “No no, go ahead.”
He bent down and breathed on your neck, your hair standing on end—“I wish I could have you now and get this feasting business over with later.”
You blushed hard and took his hands, then accompanied him to the field outside his abode. Long oak tables were set up with people of all ages, in vibrant dress, seated and chatting with one another. As soon as His Lordship stepped onto the scene, however, they all fell silent and gazed at you reverently.
“My community!” He cried, arms outstretched, “my fellow men, women, children! The tarot has been answered! This is she.” He took your hand and guided you forward. He boomed your name, and the community repeated it. “As I am an equal to you, as well as your leader, treat her as you would myself. She will become a member of the community, so make her feel welcomed and at home!”
They all clapped, and he guided you to a seat beside his—there were no heads of table, only seats along the sides. To your left was His Lordship, and to your right was a mother and her child, who smiled at you and greeted you politely.
Food was passed back and forth—woven cornucopias were handed across and quickly emptied. Bread, meat, fruits, greens were all plattered up and eaten gratefully, while the sun sank over the horizon and the autumn leaves rustled in the gentle breeze. It was a pretty sight—but not nearly as beautiful as the man who sat beside you, checking in on your wellbeing.
“How are you doing, my dear?” He asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“I’m alright, you?” You munched on a piece of bread and downed some cheese.
“I feel fantastic,” he said, closing his eyes and grinning. His teeth were charmingly crooked. How I’d love to feel those teeth on me, you began thinking, but cut yourself short.
“Is something on your mind, my dear?” He smirked.
“Uh… no, not particularly, just thinkin’.”
“About what?”
“Private matters.”
“Oh. I see.” He smiled knowingly and went back to his meal.
The dance went on far too long, and you got cold, and His Lordship informed the community that you and he would be retiring, but they could remain and enjoy themselves.
“Have an orgy if you like—enjoy yourselves!” He boomed, before giving you his arm and leading you back to his house. He closed the doors behind you and gazed at you, then said, “Well, now that we’re alone—”
You glanced at the staircase; he flashed his eyes at you and said, “Upstairs?”
You nodded eagerly, and before you could make a move, he’d scooped you off your feet and was carrying you to his bedchamber. He laid you on the bed and began disrobing—you joined him. At last, you gazed upon him, and he you, and a strange hunger filled you.
“I want you so bad,” you breathed.
He grinned wickedly, then sat beside you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you. Gently at first, then he really started macking on you—his tongue slid inside your mouth, and soon you found his teeth pulling on your earlobe and raking across your neck. You moaned happily and stroked the back of his neck. He shivered and pulled you closer, nuzzling you.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, before kissing you again. His hands slid from your sides to your hips, and he dug his nails into you, making you squirm and squeak. The digging pressure was pleasurable, and you rocked slightly under his nails.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” He nuzzled you, gently biting your neck, before making his way to your sternum. He kissed you over the heart, dragging his nails across your lower back, making you moan obscenely. You ground on the bed, grunting happily as he nibbled his way to your left breast. He traced your stretch marks with his tongue, finally swirling it around your nipple, making the skin erect.
“Mmmm….” He slipped the skin into his mouth, and you threw your head back, moaning, letting him pull at you with his teeth and graze your skin. He kept at you for a long time, suckling and making happy little noises, mumbling things. “So supple, so plump, so ready to bear milk. I can’t wait.”
At last he released you and gazed at you drunkenly. “May I have the other?” He mumbled, squeezing your hips.
“Please…”
He nuzzled his way to your right, and gave it the same treatment. “My beautiful goddess,” he kept mumbling, “so fertile and fine….”
“Pardon?”
“Mmmm…” He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your belly. “May I keep going, Hestia?”
“Please! More!”
He gently pushed you on your back, still nuzzling your belly, complimenting your fat and stretch marks. “So fertile… so plump and healthy….” He snuck a finger to your mound and jiggled the fat pad, to which you squealed happily. You were already soaked, and he wasn’t helping. He slid a hand between your thighs, pushing them apart, then lay on his belly and breathed on your pubic hair. “It’s so good to see a woman with a healthy hedge,” he mused, inhaling your scent deeply—“and you smell so good, too.” He groaned happily and teased your sopping folds with a breath. “My gods, you’re soaked….”
“Please,” you mewled, “please….”
He chuckled, then gently pushed his face between your lips. “Oh, so warm, so soft…” The deep rumble of his voice pushed you to the edge, but not over. You ran a hand through his hair and grabbed it, tugging gently. He moaned, flicking his tongue over your clit, suckling you a little, making you throb.
“You like that, mate?” You breathed, grinding on his face.
“Yes….” He brought his teeth into the mix, grazing your soft skin—gently enough so he didn’t draw blood, but hard enough to make you whimper and moan. “Harder, Hestia.”
You tugged more at his hair, and he groaned into you, sending you over the edge. Your vision blurred, edges went white, your body twitching and thrashing as he started devouring you. He’d barely teased you and you were already drowning him in slick!
“Oh, so good, so delicious,” he moaned, lapping at you, “good, good, good—” He started humping the bed; he was very excited. His timed grunts started building a delicious rhythm in you, making you throb and twitch, the texture of his tongue torturing you as you spilled all over his face.
“More, more, more!” You pulled at his hair, and he increased his pace, ravenous, his tongue and teeth raking furiously across your soft skin. Between your rolling hips, his moans, and the dexterity of his mouth, your orgasms were bumping up against each other, blurring your vision, your throat aching from crying out and moaning repeatedly, your back arched to its fullest, toes curled so they blanched hard.
His Lordship kept at you until you were begging him to pull his face out of you, and at last you forcibly yanked on his hair, to which he cried out, “OH!—”
He devoured you more thoroughly than he had, thrusting against the bed madly, moaning and grunting into your pussy as he came, all over the bed, grabbing and pinning you with a primal hunger. At last he nuzzled your neck, kissing and nibbling you, his hot body pressed to yours. “You’re the best meal I’ve ever had,” he whispered, nuzzling your cheek.
“Good,” you sighed, kissing his cheek. You were about to say more when he said, “roll over.”
“Wh-why?”
“Just do it.” He slid off you and sat on the bed, watching you. You shrugged and rolled onto your belly.
“No no, on your knees.”
You put your ass up in the air, splaying your legs as he guided you, folding your arms and resting your head on them. You knew what he was doing now.
“I’ve prepared you,” he growled, “for this. Will you take me, mate?”
“Yes! Oh gods yes!”
He chuckled, then you felt his chest and belly resting on your back. “You can tell me to stop at any time, Hestia.”
“I won’t,” you whimpered, “just claim me! Please!”
You felt him gently slip inside you, bottoming out quickly. He was deliciously rough from there—he instantly began humping and thrusting in and out of you, growling and moaning with each primal snap of his hips. He mumbled praise, sneaking his hands up to your tits, toying with your nipples as he made wild love to you. His nails dug into your sides, you moaned, came, pushed back into him so he could settle deeper into you—you didn’t imagine it possible, but he did. Your pussy clung to his length, massaging him until you could feel each individual vein on him; the texture was incredible. He still hadn’t released yet.
“I—forgot—to ask you—” He breathed between grunts, “—children?”
“No,” you managed, drooling on your arms, feeling your tits bounce as he ravished you, “but—cum—anyway!”
He growled happily, now moving faster and more hungrily inside you than ever before, your mound and lips moving in rhythm with your breasts, until your walls pinned him in place with another orgasm, and he flooded you—he cried out blissfully and clung to you as his seed trickled down your belly and over your tits, straight to your mouth. You licked it eagerly off your chin, letting him finish with you as the rim of his head caught deliciously on your clit, again and again. When his release was over, he remained inside you until he was relaxed, then whispered, “Feeling alright, my dear?”
“I’ve never felt better.”
“I… wasn’t too rough with you?”
“Mmm… No, I like it rough.”
“Good. I don’t plan on being any gentler.”
At last, he rolled off you, pulling you down with him, so he curled around you and wiped his seed from you. “Good little mate,” he panted in your ear, “letting me claim you like this.”
As you stopped throbbing so fiercely, you felt a warmth wash over you that remained as you rolled over in his arms, nuzzling his chest. His heart was still pounding, and he smelled like cum and sweat—as well as your slick. His skin was hot against you, and you felt like you were melting, pressed up against him. You nibbled his neck, then sighed happily and said, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Good,” he said, stroking your hair, “I wish to continue pleasing you—and I will. I promise.” He kissed your forehead, humming a sigh. Then he looked up and said, “I believe they’re having an orgy out there.”
You sighed and said, “I’m spent. I don’t think I could—besides, you might object.”
“Me? Never. I’d join in, too. I want us both to enjoy ourselves. Many committed people still engage, and with people who aren’t their lifetime partners.”
“I see.” You giggled, nuzzling him. You paused in snuggling up to him and asked, “Why Hestia? That’s not my name.”
He grinned and replied, “Hestia is the Greek goddess of fertility and the hearth. And you, my dear, are my hearth.”
“Oh, gods….” You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled even closer. “You’re too sweet!”
“Am I?” He licked the remaining seed off his hand, then said, “You’re right… But pineapple would make me much sweeter.”
You laughed and booped him on the nose, then said, “I’m so glad I found you.”
“So am I, my dear.” He pulled you close and breathed in your hair.
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