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pairing: henry creel x fem!reader notes: i just want to be held by henry, is that so much to ask for? it's fucking freezing here in texas and the worst has yet to come. also my hands are literally going numb thanks raynaud's syndrome warnings/tags: no use of y/n, implied cold weather, fluff, comfort, just henry being a sweetheart because i said so, >800 words

By the time he comes back, the light outside has already dimmed into that muted, silvery blue that only snow seems to make possible. You hear the door before you see him, the familiar, careful way it opens, never rushed, never careless. Cold slips in with him, sharp and biting, curling along the floorboards as if it’s looking for somewhere to settle.

You pull your hood up a little higher out of instinct before you even think about it, thick fabric brushing your cheeks as you cross the room. The robe is heavier than anything you used to wear, lined and warm, but the cold still clings to you anyway, especially with the blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a second skin. When you reach the door, he’s already shrugging off his coat, eyes lifting to you the second he notices you there.

He pauses, just for a moment, and something soft flickers across his face before it smooths back into that familiar, composed calm. His gaze drifts over you slowly, deliberately, taking in the hood, the blanket, the way you look smaller bundled up like that. The corner of his mouth curves, not quite a smile, but close enough. “Well,” he says mildly, voice low and warm despite the cold still clinging to him, “don’t you look lovely. I leave for a few hours and come back to this.”

(Only if you want to you don’t have to of course!)

KEEP LOVE A SECRET ! (lab orderly! henry creel)

╰ or… you’re brenner’s daughter and he’s the best orderly in hawkins lab— you weren’t supposed to have fun with him… but how could you resist? especially when he’s the needy one.

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT, fem! brenner daughter! nurse! reader, handjobs, cum eating, thigh riding, dry humping, boob play, dirty talk, quickie, praise kink, hair pulling, soft! henry creel, henry a little ooc but it’s just because he’s in love!

it always felt good to sneak around with him.

it was something risky about it that made your heart flip, it was fun to sneak around the lab with henry when the cameras weren’t beeping your way and have a little fun with him.

you two worked together; henry being an orderly to the the experimented-on kids inside the laboratory while you worked as a nurse in the infirmary and clinical wing, taking care of the kids when they got injured due to the challenges brenner made them participate in or got sick.

there was also the heightened risk to it of the fact that you were brenner’s only biological child, the one he didn’t want to experiment on and the only child he was willing to have.

to this day, you don’t know how it began with henry— with this whole relationship.

but with the space that confined you two, the chemistry between the both of you that neither of you could deny, and the fact that you two were the few employees at the laboratory that met with one another more often, it was eventually going to boil over.

you began sneaking around with him earlier in the year, taking it in closets and blind spots that the cameras couldn’t pick up. sometimes henry dragged you to the boiler room, other times to an empty observation room.

your heart pumped faster (and your pussy got wetter) every single time henry gave you that specific look, the look in the hallway that screamed ‘I need you really really badly!’

henry is always able to come up with a easy excuse to run away for a few minutes, bringing in a new orderly into the rainbow room to sneak off.

he took a few minutes before he excused himself from the rainbow room, swinging open the door and stepping into the corridor, holding his head in faux pain.

one of the other orderlies came up to him, arms behind his back. “you okay, one?” the voice calls out to him as his shoes squeaked against the tile of the corridor.

he turns around, walking backwards slowly as he nods, giving a thumbs up. “all good, just a little headache… going to get it checked out and get some medicine real fast! watch the experiments for me.”

the orderly on the other side of the hall nodded and stepped into the rainbow room, watching as the thirteen experimented-on kids did whatever they did in the room; play with the tools disposed to them, read the books that brenner approved of them to read, and talk amongst themselves. it was a break between the experiments.

henry doesn’t walk too fast— he doesn’t want to look too eager for a man with a “headache”, he doesn’t need anyone suspecting him of anything or to report his whereabouts to brenner and get him caught and punished with an intense round of psychic testing. he moves with that eerie calmness that he had, one hand on his forehead to remain the faux headache appearance and his other hand behind his back, posture straight and his expression blank.

But the moment he reaches the first hallway that the camera in the corner is dragged to the other side, he smirks to himself.

you were busy restocking supplies in their respective cabinets when you hear the infirmary door unlock and swing open, looking over your shoulder and seeing him very gently, and with that sly look on his face, step into the place.

“henry?” you blink, putting the bottles down on the counter. “what are you doing—”

he cuts out off, his voice mundane. “i have a headache.” he announces, a little too flatly even for him.

you stare at him like he’s stupid; he stares at you right back. its silence between the two of you before you raise an eyebrow, putting a hand on your hip. “a headache?” you question him.

he nods. “terrible.” he makes sure to say, emphasizing it dramatically. “it’s absolutely debilitating.”

you press your lips together, trying to fight the smile from appearing on your face, shaking your head. “uh-uh.” you fold your arms on your chest, right under your breasts. “and you need me to examine you?”

he steps closer— close enough to you that your breath catches. “who else would i want?” he asks, his shoes clicking against the tile floor of the infirmary. it was warmer than anywhere else, it was a lot… nicer, if that’s able to paint the picture.

you roll your eyes even if your pulse is jumping. “you are very impossible.” you tell him.

“and you’re stalling.” he murmurs, his eyes so shamelessly looking down at your lips then down at your breasts, mouth watering at the idea of unbuttoning that damn nurses’ shirt and getting a taste of those breasts of yours.

you try, you really try to remain professional with the man as you gesture towards the exam table. “sit down, big boy.” you tell him, being playful with him compared to the other experiments— maybe it’s because he’s the only experiment who’s been sticking his dick in you for the last year and a half.

he does what you tell him, sitting down on the table as you grab a clipboard and steps towards you.

you get a little close to him, near the manspreaded display of his legs as you speak. “so, what are your symptoms, henry?”

“it’s pounding… very persistent… too lingering.” he says, his voice low, looking at you as you don’t even try to write on the clipboard, instead dropping your arm down and the clipboard hitting your hips.

“oh really? where exactly?” you ask him.

he leans forward, taking the clipboard out of your hand and wrapping his fingers around your wrist. before you knew it, your hand was pressing against his crotch in his white jeans, right where you can feel something very prominent, thick and definitely not a headache. right when he places your hand on his bulge, the camera twitches and turns to the other side of the infirmary.

your face heats up, breath hitching at your hand placement. his hand is bigger than yours as you attempt to tug your hand away and he’s able to keep it there. you swallow in a breath albeit the next breath that leaves your mouth is a shaky exhale.

“h-henry…” you mutter, looking up at him with a little glassy look in your eyes as he rubs your hand up and down his crotch.

he tilts his head. “what?” he asks oh so innocently, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, making sure the camera locks in the other side. “is this not how you diagnose something?” he asks you.

you groan, bringing your other hand up to his shoulder, letting his hand move your own hand. “someone might… someone might come by and catch you…” you warn him, your mouth slightly agape as you look down at him.

“not if we’re fast.” he tells you, leaning in and pressing a kiss on your jaw. “besides, the camera is on the other way… and i’ll delete the footage when i pass by that room.”

you groan as he kisses down your jawline. you want to keep up the demenor… but you fail to. his kisses just feel too good, quiet moans leaving your mouth as he lets go of his hand, taking upon yourself to begin to quickly undo the zipper, unbuckling his belt as well and grabbing his cock.

wrapping your fingers around his thick cock, you pull it through his white pant’s fly, revealing it to you. right as you do that, henry unbuttons the buttons of your nurse top, pressing chaste kisses down your chest.

he whimpers when your hand squeezes his cock as you get a good grip on him, beginning a slow speed as you drag your hand up and down him. “oh fuck… baby… you feel so good…” he mutters, ripping open your shirt and pulling down your bra.

you gasp softly when his right hand cups your breast, his other hand wraps behind your neck, bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, his tongue pressing against your tongue.

moaning against his lips, you mutter out his name. “henry… fuck..” you warn weakily, fingers shaking around his cock as you try to continue a pace, but god he feels so good.

and he smiles— dark, sweet, possessive, and the slightly brokenness that was always attached to him. “there’s no headache.” he admits softly, as if it was a shocker there was never a headache. “I just wanted to see you… see this pretty body of yours…”

your heart melts and your thighs clench. “well clearly you’re getting that— ahhhh.” you get cut off when his fingers pinch at your nipple, circling your nipple after pinching it.

before you knew it, he bent down, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. he places you in his lap, backing up on the table to leave both of you more room as your knees dig into the table, straddling him.

“there you go… give me more access to these…” he mutters, rubbing both of your breasts before tilting his head down, kissing the top of your right breast. he holds the boob in his hand as he shifts it upwards, locking his mouth around your nipple as he swirls his tongue.

your left hand remains stroking his cock, your right hand’s fingers move into his blonde strands, tugging at them and forcing his mouth off your boob.

he looks up at you and feels your lips against his, sloppy and passionate, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip as your hips involuntarily rub against his left thigh.

henry groans at feeling you grind against his thigh, nodding as your lips capture his’ again, your fingers messaging the back of his head where his hair covers your hand. “keep doing that, hun.” he murmurs. “ride my thigh— god you’re so pretty for me.”

you follow his orders, kissing him harder as you jerk him faster and faster, hand becoming a little sloppier. your hips brush against his thigh, beginning a consistent speed.

“henry… oh- oh fuck! h-henry… s’so good.” you slur your words, feeling his lips against yours, muffling your sounds.

his right hand squeezes your right breast, his left hand wrapping around your waist and encouraging your hips to continue. he presses a kiss on your chin, his hand on your waist slipping onto your ass.

he can feel his cock twitch closer and closer to his orgasm, his groans vibrating off your skin as the room is filled with the sweat of both of you, the moans leaving your mouth and the groans leaving his.

“henry… henry… henry… oh fucking h-hell.” you moan, grinding harder as you yourself get closer to your orgasm, feeling his hand switch from your right breast to your left, squeezing and pinching at your nipple.

kissing down your neck, he nudged his thigh upwards in a way that made your back arch. “so desperate for my thigh are you? can’t get my dick so you get the second best thing…” he guesses, squeezing your ass cheek again.

“s-shut up.” you shoot back, leaning your head back as both of his hands squeeze different parts of your body. “y-you’re the desperate one…”

“two things can be true at once, darling.” he whispers. “you can be desperate for me and I can be desperate for you… at least the feeling is mutual.”

a blissful sigh escapes his throat as he feels your hand jerk up and down faster and faster, huffs leaving your throat as you bring him close to his orgasm. “c’mon baby.” he encourages, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear as he squeezes both of your breasts. “make me cum… make me cum all over your hand.”

hearing his words and feeling his tongue against your ear, you didn’t stop your hand movements— how could you as you rode his thigh harder as the examination table squeaked under you.

and in perfect unison, as you hit your orgasm against his thigh, he reaches his orgasm in the palm of your hand.

henry rolls his eyes back as well as leaning his head back as ropes and ropes of cum sprawl and shoot out of the tip of his dick, shooting upwards and around in different areas. it lands on your hand, his jeans, your wrist, also landing on the examination table and dripping to the ground as your own cum remains in your panties.

you bit his neck to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, bouncing on his thigh to extend your high, cumming directly in your panties as you feel it become a little stickier. “oh godddd, henry…” you moan against his shoulder, hands shaky and not being able to jerk him off anymore, hand feeling a little sticky from his semen.

henry grins as he watches you overstimulate yourself on his thigh, lifting the hand around his cock and bringing it up to your own mouth. “go on, sweetheart, let me see you lick it… lick my cum off your hand.”

looking down at your hand and looking back at him, you stick out your tongue and press it against your own hand, licking up his cum right off your hand. you swallow his tongue, the salty taste on your tongue and lingering on the back of your throat as you lick your hand clean as henry holds it to you.

he watches you, breathless as his right hand recollects your breasts into your bra, fixing it for you. “have I ever told you that you’re gorgeous?” he asks, leaning down and pressing a kiss down to your forehead.

getting your hand clean even if it’s still a little sticky, you look up at him and begin to fix the buttons on your shirt, watching him fix his pants and fly. “henry… you’ve told me that plenty of times.”

he shrugs, kissing your lips. “well it’s true.” he mutters against your lips. “you’re a very gorgeous girl.”

you roll your eyes and press against your clothing to fix it, to make it look less messy and less… fucked. you fix your hair, patting it down as henry gets off the examination table.

“don’t get so flirty with me, henry.” you tell him, smacking the back of his thigh— you heard him chuckle as he swats your hand away. “now go. don’t get in trouble.”

he nods, looking out the door to make sure no one else is around before he turns around, stepping out. “yes ma’am.” he says before he disappears down the hall.

after he leaves the infirmary, it confirms it to you— yeah. sneaking around with henry, being your fathers back was definitely too much fun to stop.

now how could you sneak him out the labs and into your bed is the better question!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, he’s such a red flag but i need him so so badly. he’s the only red flag character in stranger things i actually like. i can’t describe but henry is a hotter red flag than billy (he was never that hot anyway)

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pairings: dark!henry creel x fem!sinclair!reader (adopted)

summary: you were nothing short of a busy girl. between saving and working at enzo’s as a waitress, being a teachers aid at hawkins elementary, and babysitting holly for the wheelers? it was hard to get a break let alone indulge in talking to handsome teacher of holly’s. if only your brother lucas had worked up the courage to tell you the truth about hawkins, and the threat the simple suited up man truly posed.

warnings: manipulation, dark themes, child harm, threats, stalking, gender stereotypes, kidnapping, flirting/tension, touching

taglist: @hades-favourite-daughter @aegoniipascal @nebulavintage @chxrrybomb22 @ko-kimchi @greensunflowerjuna @elm1ye @preacherswhore @sharkers00 @theothermegannog @hades-favourite-daughter @aegoniipascal @verina707 @rainiieday @maxmayfieldswife

a/n: ok boiling this down, reader is lucas’s adopted older sister reader is adopted so everyone can imagine themselves! Not proofread

most days you woke up you found yourself dreading the idea of having to get out of bed and get to work. especially if it was at enzo’s. whilst you primarily worked as a waitress, sometimes your fellow coworkers would call in sick so you’d cover the cleaning or front of house. whilst usually it was alright, serving sometimes exhausted you.

especially when customers threw a fit on the $40.20 owed for their meal when you apparently did not give them thirty cents of change when they for sure passed you a fifty cent. having to wish them a good day when they walked away killed you. you’d rather opt to jump the woman and make her choke on her thirty cents.

but alas, money did not infact mysteriously float into your pocket or grow on trees. and with two younger siblings like lucas and erica? you needed all the money you could get to fund the pestering pair.

imagine sucking off sub!henry creel in a storage room of hawkins lab, his mouth filled with your panties in an attempt to muffle his moans and whimpers, so needy.

"you're doing so good for me, baby," you murmur as you bop him out of the slick warmth of your mouth, your hand running up and down his length as your eyes gaze up at him.

he's a mess: hands running through his blond waves, tugging on them, his blue eyes so pretty, so obedient as they remain focused on you. just like you have taught him.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, semi smut (nothing too descriptive), fluff, creampie, henry being in lovvveee ᥫ᭡.

WC: 500

A/N: Shorter fic. Follows canon kinda. Reminder that requests are open. And as always, my fics incorporate music. ⤵︎

⋆˚✿ As dominant as he is outside of the bedroom, he’s a softy wrapped in the sheets with you. He opens up and you’re lucky enough to see him—to truly see him.

⋆˚✿ Henry hasn’t had much of a love life. He’s spent decades trapped in a lab and in another dimension. Needless to say, he’s feral when it comes to sex. He’s busy but makes time for it. For you.

⋆˚✿ Because of all his pent up energy, Henry can go for hours—sometimes all night. By the end, the both of you are wasted. Sweat stained sheets and the smell of sex lingers through the house.

⋆˚✿ Henry ALWAYS makes sure you get your release—he prides himself on it. Hearing your moans is music to his ears. Feeling your velvety walls collapse around his cock or his fingers, never ceases to bring a smile to his face.

⋆˚✿ After? He’ll tend to your every need. He’ll pour a cold glass of water for the two of you. He’ll grab a towel and make sure you’re clean and comfortable—but not without savoring the image of you covered in his seed. He’ll run a warm bubble bath for you. He’ll comb your hair and rub your back. Basically he’s so in lovvveeee!

⋆˚✿ The first time you and Henry had sex was magical. It was so overwhelming Henry’s carefully crafted facade cracked—he cried. You didn’t know how to respond so you just hugged him. He hugged you back and you both drifted to sleep in each other’s arms without saying a word.

⋆˚✿ Henry is possessive and doesn’t shy away from using crass language during sex: “You’re such a fucking slut for me.” “Sweetheart you’re so needy.” “Fuck baby how long have you been waiting to get absolutely ruined by me?”

⋆˚✿ But… After sex, Henry gets soo lovey dovey. He’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ears and tell you how in love he is: “Sweetheart I swear I fall more in love with you everyday.” “You’re absolutely stunning and the most gorgeous woman in the entire world.” “I love you.”

⋆˚✿ One time after sex, Henry read for you. You couldn’t really remember what the book was—probably classic literature or philosophy like Franz Kafka. He wore his rounded glasses and nothing else while he read. He was so sexy and yet so gentle with his words. His lips fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as he read line by line.

⋆˚✿ Eventually Henry brought the kids to the house. Henry still made an effort to give you attention but it wasn’t like when you both were alone. Even after sex, the aftermath was short lived—you’d both hear a kid call out for Mr. Whatsit.

summary ᰋ henry can't stop himself from kissing you, even when it hurts.

includes ꕀ henry creel ﾒ fem!harrington!reader. established relationship. set in an alternative universe where henry was born in 1960 instead and the nevada cave incident happend in '68. in the fic, the creel family is still alive but henry's still in the monster's grasp. reader is steve's older sister and the fic takes place in the year 1977. this very emotional-angst / hurt-comfort & fluff. had to edit and upload this 4x because fuckass tumblr kept on deleting it.

THE HARRINGTON HOUSE IS TOO BIG FOR HOW QUIET IT IS.

All dark windows and white picket fence. Your room is the only one with a lamp on, warm gold spilling through the curtains. You and Henry were a weird pair. You were the 70s poster child for "perfect child" — former ballet student, straight As, beautiful face, feminine habits, you managed the responsibility of house and your brother all alone. While Henry on the other hand was the loner child ostracized by everyone else, including freaks and loner.

People called him bad omen, some said his family was planning on selling him to a doctor because he was possessed.

You two started talking when you got paired up for a project. You remembered your eyes searching for a partner because your bestfriend was absent that day. Nobody wanted to partner with a freak like Henry.

The monster inside his head didn't invent lies — it weaponizes doubt. It whispered to Henry that you'll laugh at him, that you're studying him like a bug. And Henry, already half-convinced he’s a ticking bomb, believed it. He kept himself small around you, distant, careful, like if he doesn’t touch happiness it can’t be taken away.

But you clock it. Not immediately though, not because you're smart but because you noticed the cracks. The way he remembers the same story differently on different days. The way his mood tanks after moments that should be good.

Pairings: henry creel x fem!reader

Warnings ⚠️: fluff, a bit dark, manipulation, sexual indications, possesviness, emotional intimacy.

The soft glow of gas lamps flickered across the polished mahogany walls of the mindscape's nursery wing, casting long shadows that danced like forgotten secrets in the corners. The Victorian mansion hummed with an unnatural quiet now, the twelve children finally tucked into their featherbeds upstairs, their innocent chatter silenced by the weight of exhaustion and the subtle lullaby Henry had woven into the air before departing earlier that evening. You stood in the master bedroom, the heart of this eternal home he'd crafted from threads of memory and malice, your body aching from the day's endless demands—chasing giggles down hallways that stretched impossibly long, bandaging scraped knees from games in the illusory garden, and soothing nightmares that echoed too closely with the truth of how they'd arrived here.

Your simple cotton dress, patterned with faded roses, clung to your skin, damp from spilled milk and the warmth of tiny hugs. The stockings beneath were laddered from little feet tugging at your hems, and your hair, once neatly pinned, now fell in loose waves around your shoulders. You sighed, fingers fumbling with the buttons at your collar, but the fatigue made your movements sluggish, the weight of unspoken questions pressing on your chest. Where did Henry go during those long absences? What shadows did he chase in the world beyond these walls? But such thoughts dissolved like mist here, in the sanctuary he'd promised was yours alone.

The door creaked open behind you, and there he was—Henry, in his guise as the kindly Mr. Whatsit, his brown wool suit impeccable despite whatever errands had kept him away. His glasses caught the lamplight, framing eyes that held a depth of blue both comforting and unfathomable, and his blonde hair was slightly tousled, as if the mindscape's winds had whispered to him on his return. He closed the door with a soft click, the sound sealing the room in intimate hush, and his gaze softened as it landed on you, taking in the disarray of your appearance with a tenderness that masked the possessive gleam beneath.

"My dear," he murmured, voice like velvet over steel, stepping closer until the faint scent of aged books and night air clung to him. "You look utterly spent. The children must have run you ragged today—our little flock, so full of life, so trusting." His words carried that subtle lilt, a psychic brush against your mind, easing the tension from your shoulders without you fully realizing it. He reached out, his hand—warm, steady—covering yours where it hovered at your buttons. "Let me help you, love. You've given so much today; it's time someone tended to you."

You leaned into his touch, the exhaustion melting under the familiarity of his presence. "They were angels, mostly," you replied with a soft laugh, though your voice held the echo of weariness. "Thomas tried to climb the chandelier again, and debbie wouldn't stop asking for stories about the 'big world outside.' I told them tales of sunny parks and ice cream trucks, just like you suggested. But... it's a lot, Henry. Twelve of them, all needing something."

He chuckled lowly, a sound that vibrated through his chest as he began unfastening the top button, his fingers deft and unhurried. "And you handle it with such grace, my perfect caretaker. They're safe here because of you—happy, even. No harm can touch them in our home." The lie wove seamlessly into truth for you, the dark undercurrent of Upside Down tendrils that had herded those children into this realm buried deep in the ether, invisible to your eyes. His knuckles grazed your collarbone as the fabric parted, exposing the lace edge of your undergarment, and a shiver ran through you—not from chill, but from the spark of his proximity.

Gently, he peeled the dress from your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms in a whisper of cotton against skin. The air kissed your bare shoulders, cool and inviting, and Henry's breath warmed the nape of your neck as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "See? Already lighter," he whispered, his free hand trailing down your side, tracing the curve of your waist through the remaining fabric. "You've worn this dress all day, holding our family together. Now, let it go. Let me see you, as you are—mine to cherish."

Your heart fluttered at the intimacy, the way his words wrapped around you like the mansion's walls, unyielding yet protective. You stepped out of the pooled dress at your feet, standing in your slip and stockings, the vulnerability stirring a quiet heat low in your belly. "Henry..." you breathed, turning slightly to meet his gaze, finding only affection there, deep and unwavering. "Thank you. It feels good to unwind with you."

His smile was soft, almost boyish, as he knelt before you—a rare reversal that sent a thrill through your veins. His hands found the tops of your stockings, thumbs hooking into the garters with deliberate care. "These must be ruined," he observed, voice laced with playful concern, as he rolled the first one down your thigh, his palms gliding over the smooth skin revealed inch by inch. The touch was innocent on the surface, yet lingered just long enough to ignite awareness, his palms gliding over the smooth skin revealed inch by inch. The touch was innocent on the surface, yet lingered just long enough to ignite awareness, his fingers pressing lightly into the muscle, easing the day's knots. "All those little hands pulling at you... but now, it's my turn to touch. To remind you that you're not just their guardian—you're my heart, here in this perfect world we've made."

You watched him, mesmerized by the concentration on his face, the way his glasses slipped slightly down his nose. The second stocking followed, slower still, his breath ghosting over your calf as he freed your leg, and when he rose, he was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He cupped your face then, thumbs stroking your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss that started tender—lips brushing, soft and reassuring—but deepened with a subtle hunger, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth in invitation.

When you parted, breathless, his forehead rested against yours. "The children adore you," he said, eyes searching yours with that manipulative warmth, planting seeds of contentment. "And I... I couldn't bear a day without you waiting here, ready to come home to. Rest now, darling. I'll draw you a bath, and perhaps later... we can celebrate the quiet nights like this." His hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him for a moment, the implication clear in the press of his body—the promise of more, when the house slept and the shadows held their secrets.

You nodded, melting into his embrace, the fluff of domestic bliss wrapping around the faint, unspoken darkness like a lullaby. In this mindscape, with Henry at your side, the world outside faded to irrelevance, and for now, that was enough—his touch, his words, binding you tighter to the life he'd so carefully constructed.

Let's Play House

Mr. Whatsit!Henry Creel x Mrs. Whatsit!Reader

Henry Creel could learn from his mistakes. He thought by giving Holly all the freedom in the world, she wouldn't stray from the path he had planned for her. After discovering her absence, he realizes she doesn't need freedom. She needs a family. Who better to play mother to the children than you?

cw: dark themes, yandere themes, violence, threats, child endangerment, manipulation, gaslighting/mind manipulation, other violent elements in theme with the show, amnesia, alcohol, slight age gap if you really look (reader is mid-20s, henry is… mid-30s? 40s?) - Tags for each specific chapter will be added there

Casting Call (1)

Rehearsal (2)

Places! (3)

Opening Night (4)

Curtain Call (5)

bonus: backstage (18+) Henry can't help the way you see through him, through the scripted smiles and flashy lines. He can teach you how to keep quiet, though. bonus: the understudy (18+) In an attempt to move on, you start going on dates. Of course, the prima dona can't handle replacement.