smut/fics for the underrated fine shyts

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Era: Red Riding Hood (Original World)

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Tension, Jealousy, Confession, Humor

Warnings: None

Summary: When an unexpected moment happens, the lines between friendship and something more start to blur. Can Henry keep his feelings hidden any longer, or will everything come crashing down?

Chapter Three: The Caught-in-the-Act Moment

The village was quieter than usual, the sun slowly dipping beneath the horizon. You had been walking around the village, mulling over everything that had happened lately. Henry was, as usual, on your mind, though you tried to shake off the constant thoughts of him.

You found yourself at the smithy, your destination for the evening. Henry was at his anvil, hammering away at a piece of steel, muscles rippling with each strike. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, but seeing him like that always made you feel something strange.

You weren’t sure what it was, but you brushed it off as nothing.

“Hey, Henry,” you called out, leaning against the doorway with a small smile.

He glanced up, his face lighting up just a little at the sight of you. “What’s up?”

You hesitated, shifting on your feet. “Well, my mum’s heading to the city tomorrow, and… I wanted to get this ring I’ve had my eye on for a while now.”

Henry raised an eyebrow, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “Oh yeah? What kind of ring?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling a little self-conscious. “It’s not anything too fancy. Just something I’ve wanted for ages, but Mum said no because it’s too expensive. And with everything going on right now, I understand.”

He didn’t say anything right away, just nodding in understanding.

“I just thought it would be nice to have something special for myself, y’know?” you added quietly, looking down.

Henry studied you for a moment, his gaze softening before he returned to his work. “Well, maybe one day you’ll get it.”

You smiled, feeling comforted by his words. “Yeah, maybe. Maybe some handsome man will sweep me off my feet and gift me all the beautiful jewels my heart desires.” you giggle, grinning at Henry, who looked like he caught something in his eye.

Just as you were about to say more, the door opened.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. The familiar voice rang out from the doorway.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You turned to see one of the village boys standing there, a hopeful expression on his face.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk with me tomorrow. You know, by the river? The weather’s supposed to be nice.”

You blinked, surprised by the invitation. Normally, you never got asked out, and it felt… strange.

“Well, sure. I mean, that sounds nice,” you said, giving him a small smile.

Before the boy could respond, though, Henry’s voice interrupted the air between you.

“She’s already busy.”

You whipped your head toward him, startled by his sudden interruption. “What?”

Henry stepped up next to you, his hand brushing yours briefly. “Yeah, we’re already making plans.”

Your heart skipped a beat, not sure if you were annoyed or confused. The village boy stood there, mouth open, clearly taken aback.

“Wait, you two are… together?” the boy asked, his face flushed with confusion.

Henry didn’t hesitate, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah, we are. And if you don’t mind, we’ve got plans.”

You were about to say something, but Henry continued, practically dismissing the boy.

The boy muttered something about not realizing and quickly exited, but Henry didn’t budge, still standing close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours.

“Henry,” you finally managed, looking at him with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?”

He shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. “Just making sure you don’t have to deal with that. You don’t want him asking you out, right?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already stepping back, giving you that cheeky grin you knew all too well.

“I didn’t need your help, Henry,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I wasn’t doing it for you,” he replied with a smirk. “Just didn’t want to see some other guy getting ideas.”

You shook your head, incredulous. “You’re really something else.”

He only chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. “You’re welcome.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, your chest suddenly feeling heavy with something you couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the way he had acted like he had every right to interrupt or how easily he’d claimed that you two were together.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so don’t get any ideas.”

Henry’s smirk only widened, his gaze never leaving you. “Who said anything about ideas?”

You flushed, quickly turning away. “Whatever, Henry.”

Pair: Henry x Reader (Red Riding Hood)

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Oblivious!Reader, Jealous!Henry, Fake Dating, Villager Teasing, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Tension

Warnings: None

Summary: Henry has been hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember, but you? You just think he’s nice. While the entire village watches in amusement, Henry struggles to make you see what’s been obvious to everyone else—until a few unexpected kisses and a fake relationship force the truth to the surface.

Chapter Two: She is?

Henry should have known that one stolen kiss wouldn’t be enough to knock some sense into you.

It had been three days since that night, and if anything, you seemed even more oblivious. He caught you chatting with one of the farmers’ sons at the market, completely unaware of how the poor boy was tripping over his words trying to impress you.

Henry clenched his jaw, gripping the wooden crate he was carrying a little too tightly.

Mrs. Calloway, who was selling bread nearby, snorted as she watched him. “You keep scowling like that, dear, and your face might stick that way.”

Henry exhaled sharply. “I’m not scowling.”

“You are. Jealousy is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

“I’m not jealous,” Henry muttered, though the way he slammed the crate onto his cart said otherwise.

Mrs. Calloway just hummed knowingly.

And then it happened.

The farmer’s son—bright-eyed and completely unaware of the storm brewing nearby—leaned in closer to you. “I was wondering… would you like to go for a walk with me sometime?”

Before you could even process the question, an arm snaked around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled against a very firm, very familiar chest.

Henry.

You blinked up at him in confusion as he plastered on the most casual, smug smile you’d ever seen. “Sorry, but she’s taken.”

The farmer’s son blinked, startled. “She is?”

“She is?” you echoed.

Henry shot you a pointed look before squeezing your hip just enough to make you stiffen. “She is.”

There was a beat of silence. The farmer’s son coughed, looking more awkward by the second. “Oh! I—I had no idea. Apologies.”

Henry gave him a friendly (but very firm) pat on the shoulder. “No hard feelings.”

The boy nodded quickly before retreating, leaving you standing there, still half-wrapped in Henry’s hold.

You turned to him, mouth opening and closing. “What. Was. That?”

Henry smirked, giving your hip one last squeeze before letting go. “Just helping you out.”

“I didn’t ask for help!”

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “You didn’t have to.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You can’t just—just declare things like that!”

Henry tilted his head. “Why not?”

“Because—because people will believe it!”

“Good.”

You sputtered. “Good?”

Henry leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Unless… you wanted to say yes to him?”

You froze.

He watched you carefully, his usual teasing edge laced with something more intense.

You swallowed. “That’s not the point.”

Henry’s smirk returned, though there was something softer in his gaze. “It kind of is.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, heart hammering, completely and utterly flustered.

Nearby, Mrs. Calloway cackled into her basket of bread.

Pair: Henry x Reader (Red Riding Hood)

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Oblivious!Reader, Jealous!Henry, Fake Dating, Villager Teasing, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Tension

Warnings: None

Summary: Henry has been hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember, but you? You just think he’s nice. While the entire village watches in amusement, Henry struggles to make you see what’s been obvious to everyone else—until a few unexpected kisses and a fake relationship force the truth to the surface.

Chapter One: Oblivious

The blacksmith’s forge was always too warm, but you never minded. The heat curled against your skin, a constant hum in the background as you leaned against Henry’s worktable, watching him hammer away at a glowing piece of metal. Sparks jumped and scattered, but he barely flinched.

“You know,” you said, tilting your head, “I think you just like showing off.”

Henry’s hammer paused mid-swing. He glanced up at you, eyes flashing with something unreadable before he schooled his expression into something smug. “Oh? And what exactly am I showing off?”

You shrugged. “Your… smithing skills? I don’t know. You get all intense whenever I come by. Like that.” You gestured vaguely at him. “You’re doing it right now.”

Henry opened his mouth, then shut it again, his jaw clenching. He went back to hammering the metal with a bit too much force, his movements stiff.

Unbeknownst to you, behind your back, the elderly baker, Mrs. Calloway, peeked into the forge, shaking her head with a knowing smile before shuffling off.

Henry sighed through his nose and set his hammer down. “Did you actually need something, or are you just here to be a menace?”

“I can’t visit my best friend without needing something?” you asked innocently.

Henry wiped sweat from his brow and gave you a look, one that was probably supposed to be exasperated but came off more… fond.

“You do this every time,” he muttered under his breath.

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.” He turned, rifling through a wooden chest, before pulling something out. “I made you this.”

He held out a delicate bracelet, the metal shaped into intricate twists, a small gemstone set in the center. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise.

“For me?”

Henry swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Obviously.”

You beamed, slipping it onto your wrist. “It’s beautiful! You didn’t have to do that.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I did.”

You didn’t question it.

Behind you, two passing villagers whispered to each other, barely containing their amusement.

Later that day you sat at the village square, happily chewing on a fresh pastry when your father and brothers approached.

“Henry didn’t charge us again,” your father said, crossing his arms.

Your eldest brother scoffed. “That’s the third time this month. You’d think he’d want to make a living.”

You furrowed your brows. “Maybe he just likes helping people?”

Both of your brothers stared at you.

Your younger brother sighed. “Sure. Helping people. That’s exactly what he’s doing.”

“What else would he be doing?” you asked.

Your father and brothers exchanged a look, one that you completely missed.

The village was mostly quiet, the sky a deep navy, dotted with stars. The air had cooled from the day’s heat, and a soft breeze rustled the trees.

You had only meant to be out for a few minutes. Just a quick trip to the well before heading home—simple, harmless. But between chatting with the baker’s daughter and stopping to help an elderly woman gather the apples she had dropped, time had slipped away from you.

Now, the streets were nearly empty, and the warm glow of lanterns flickered behind closed shutters.

You rounded a corner, shifting the weight of the water jug in your arms, when the sound of hurried footsteps made you freeze.

Your grip tightened instinctively.

Before you could react, a firm hand grabbed you, yanking you into the shadows of an alleyway. The water jug tumbled from your grasp, hitting the ground with a dull thud as you were pulled against a solid, familiar chest.

A warm hand cradled the back of your head, pressing you into him, and before you could even gasp, soft lips covered yours.

Your eyes widened. Henry.

His other arm braced against the wall beside your head, shielding you from view as heavy footsteps passed by on the street. You barely registered them, too focused on the warmth of Henry’s mouth, the way his breath ghosted against your skin.

It wasn’t hurried or frantic. He wasn’t rough or forceful. He was hiding you.

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

The footsteps faded. Henry lingered for half a second before pulling back slightly, his lips still dangerously close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

You swallowed hard, staring at him. “Are you insane?” you whispered.

“Not insane,” he murmured. “Just keeping you out of trouble.”

You were still pressed against him, the heat of his body seeping into yours. “That’s how you do it?”

Henry smirked slightly, the edge of amusement in his voice betraying something softer underneath. His thumb brushed your cheek before trailing down to your jaw. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You found your voice and pushed at his chest—not too hard, just enough to put some space between you. “You’re impossible.”

Henry finally let you go, but his eyes never left yours. There was something unreadable in his expression, something you didn’t have the energy to decipher.

You huffed, bending down to retrieve your water jug, only to find it empty.

“Great,” you muttered.

Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair before reaching for the jug. “Come on,” he said, already heading toward the well. “I’ll walk you home.”

You wanted to argue, but for some reason, the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, you followed him, your heart still hammering in your chest.

The things he did for you… and yet, you still didn’t see it.