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oddsnendsfanfics · 4 years ago

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Unraveling at the Seams Pt 22

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: As I am sure some of you have noticed there are two tie in drabbles to this fic. I can’t let them go just yet and plan to have a few more of those floating around. If you haven’t read them and want to, check them out on the Unraveling at the Seams Master List

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header

Catch Up Here

Departure came faster than Nell wished it ever would, helping Henry and Ivan pack their last few things to leave the next day, she had managed to put on a brave face. Despite feeling like she was falling apart inside, crumbling with each second.

In the past, Ivan had gone with Henry for longer. She would see them in two, maybe three weeks tops. The difference this time was the notion that Ivan would be living with Henry, until he decided he'd had his fill. What if that was never? What if he chose to stay with Henry, only visiting Nell on the odd days he felt like it? What if this bright idea was actually her losing her son?

Nell steadied her breath. Counting to ten in her heard. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. On the flip side, when Ivan got ready to leave for boarding school in a few years, she would be well prepared. Holding Ivan's carry on bag, Nell rolled her eyes as he asked Henry whether or not they would need umbrellas.

“It rains in London, a lot.”

“Yes, but all of our umbrellas are packed away. Besides,” Henry shrugged, “I have plenty at the house. We will be fine to get from the airport to home.”

“If you insist, but if we get a sudden down pour, it is your fault.” Ivan gave up the topic, handing Nell his spare pair of pants to put in his carry on.

“See, this is what you have to look forward to.” Trying her best to keep a happy face, Nell teased a worn Henry.

They had spent yesterday with Ivan, agreeing to whatever he wanted to do, during his last day in Dublin. A BBQ with a handful of friends had been his request. Though he assumed his parents hadn't noticed, Nell's heart nearly broke when she heard him crying after she put him to bed.

“We will manage,” Henry smirked, “If he is too much of a handful, perhaps boarding school early?”

“Ah, yes. Excellent idea.” Nell giggled.

Ivan huffed and snarled, shaking his head. His parents thought they were funny, the least he could do was save humanity and try to stop their jokes. Nobody had time for terrible and lame jokes.

“If you want to get rid of me, I can go live with Uncle Charlie, he said I could.”

“Winters are cold, in Canada.” Nell shrugged it off.

“If you want to live with Uncle Charlie, or any other family member, you can.” Henry answered, straight faced. “But I am not paying for you. You'll have to find a job and you will need to pay them rent, groceries, and...”

“Dadddd,” Ivan whined, rolling his eyes and huffing. “You're not funny.”

Feigning hurt, Henry shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I am extremely funny. I will have you know.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Ivan shrugged it off, glancing at Nell. “Do you think he's funny, momma?”

“Okay, you two, back to the task.” Nell instructed, chuckling at the thought of Henry having to deal with Ivan's sarcasm on a daily basis. “And yes, you're very funny, Henry.”

Suit cases and other bags packed for the morning, they retired to a take away dinner of Indian food. Ivan had fought Nell until he gave in and agreed to Indian, she could not and would not eat any more sushi - for a long while. Damn Henry for introducing their son.

Happy with his dinner choices, Ivan requested some time to play a video game or two, before bed. Once his meal was done, he was certain everything he needed for the following day was ready, he had his shower, and his teeth were clean. His parents gave in to his pleas.

Stretched out on the couch, Nell groaned when Henry attempted to move her, to sit down. Protesting, with absolutely no effort, Nell allowed him to lift her upper body, before sitting and placing her head on his thigh. A bold display, seeing as Ivan was still awake and running around the house.

“I have something for you,” Henry smiled, holding up his phone. “Look at this,” handing Nell his phone, the screen displayed a concept drawing. A rough outline of a man in well loved and worn armor.

“Is this what I think it is?” She sat up, trying to get a better look at the image.

“I've insisted they send you a copy, you should have it now. It's yours to do as you wish, milady.”

“Well, your grace, I will take them and see what magic I can do.” Nell winked. Henry's cheeks flushed, groaning, he fought back a laugh.

“Why do you have to do that?”

“Does it bother you, your grace?” Nell giggled. Handing his phone back.

“Not in a particularly upsetting way.” Henry slid his phone into his pocket. Licking his lips, he was nearly ready to let the topic go. “Although, I do ask you remember that my name is Henry. No Geralt or Charles,”

“Please, I make a mistake once.” Snorting, Nell rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. “It had been a very long day.”

“It was kind of kinky.” Henry burst into laughter. “If you ever want to pretend that, then...”

“Oh shut up,” Nell squealed, her turn to become bright red. “Although, Culpepper was kind of hot. Maybe we could...”

“Charles Brandon or nothing,” Henry put on his best frown, teasing her.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Nell clicked her tongue against her teeth, leaning over she gave him a quick kiss. “Perhaps, one day I shall cash in. Until that day, I think we need to get our son to bed and make sure he's rested.”

An early morning looming meant Henry and Nell were not far behind Ivan in going to bed. As Henry snuck in to join Ivan and Kal in the big bed, Nell stood in the doorway for a few seconds watching Ivan sleeping. She had spent nearly every night of his young life watching him for a few moments before she went to bed.

The first night they'd had him home, she wanted to sleep in the rocking chair beside his bassinet. Henry had discouraged her, saying she would be too stiff and uncomfortable. Allowing her to watch Ivan for a few minutes, he'd guided her to bed, sneaking out once she was asleep to spend the night in the chair instead.

Any time Ivan had been sick or scared, Nell would spend the night in his room or him in hers. The two of them cuddled up, keeping the world at bay. Henry would often take naps with Ivan, when he was an infant, stretched out with Ivan sleeping soundly on his chest. Coming in to find them peacefully dosing would delight Nell to no end. She knew how soothing it was to use Henry as a pillow.

After tonight, it would be on Henry to keep Ivan safe while he slept. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Nell slipped away from the door, across the hall. Henry would do a fantastic job, he always had.

Restless and anxious, Nell tossed and turned in the smaller bed. Every time she closed her eyes, tears formed, and she couldn't stop them. At one point, she had considered kicking Kal off the bed and climbing in on the other side of Ivan. No, she refused to let her son see his mother in such a state. He was eager and content with their new arrangement. Nell didn't want him to worry or back out of living with Henry.

Instead, she laid, clutching the pillow and wiping the tears that slid down her cheeks.

“Come on wild boy,” Henry gently nudged Ivan's shoulder, rousing him from his sleep. “Time to get up. We have to get you fed and spend some time with mum.”

“Can't I seep?” Begging would do him no good, yet Ivan had to try.

“No, you need to get up.” Henry encouraged. “Up, let's go.” He did his best to rouse his son.

Kal bounced off the bed, stretching when his paws hit the floor, yawning and nosing Ivan in an attempt to play.

“Fine,” Ivan grumbled, rolling over and grabbing the pillow. Covering his head, he sighed snuggling into the sheets. The bed was too comfortable to leave it this morning.

“Ivan, now.” Henry's voice took a stern tone. “We don't have time for games this morning. I am going downstairs, I want you down there in five minutes.”

“Fine, ugh.”

This was not the morning for Ivan to be in a mood. They had three hours until their car arrived for the airport, as much as Henry wanted to allow Ivan to sleep until that moment, he wanted Nell to spend some time with their son before he departed. Urging Ivan to get out of bed, Henry gave him a three minute warning, leaving to let Kal out.

Happy to be bouncing around the garden before his flight, Kal romped and bounced across the damp grass. Panting and wagging his tail, he was content to be while Henry went to retrieve his son. Sliding the door part way, in case Kal wanted back in, Henry stepped into the kitchen.

“Where's the wild boy?” He asked glancing around.

Rubbing her eyes, Nell yawned while preparing the coffee to come to life. “He's in bed, I told him to sleep in a little.”

At some point she had managed to fall asleep, waking when she heard Henry and Kal in the hall. Nell had taken the chance to scuttle across the hall and climb in bed with Ivan for a few minutes. Whining that he was too tired to sleep, Nell gave him permission to sleep a little longer before heading downstairs to find a good caffeine fix.

“I wanted him up, to spend time with you before he left.”

“He's tired, Henry. I can still see him before he leaves. I'll make breakfast and then we can wake him. Thank you for the thoughts, though.” Nell extended on her tip toes, kissing him on his cheek. Morning stubble scratching her face, she winkled her nose and giggled. “You need a shave, mister.”

“You give in too easily,” Henry rested his cheek on the top of her head.

“Ha! Ask the wild boy how easily I usually give in. Poor kid, he probably agreed to live with you, because he wants a break.” Nell snorted at her admission.

“Never, you're a good mum and kids need boundaries. He isn't coming to live with me for a vacation, if that is what he thinks. I probably have far more rules.” Henry laughed.

“Because you know how boys think?” Nell gently pushed him away, in order to get her coffee. Pouring the hot liquid, she sighed deeply. The delicious smell wafting through the house was like a warm hug. “I'm glad the two of you are getting the chance for this.”

“As am I.” Henry took the cup of coffee that she'd poured him. Taking a sip, he licked his lips and smiled, checking his watch. “Now, as his father, I need to go drag him out of bed.”

Dissent and grouchiness poured from Ivan, as he trudged down stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast waiting eased his grumpiness a little. A kiss on the top of the head and a hug from his mother eased it a little more. A promise that he could sleep as soon as they got on the plane, eased it even more. Sitting at the table, Ivan took a bite of his toast and tried not to yawn.

The sun was barely up and his parents were too full of life.

Busy with last minute details, Henry was glued to his phone. This happened when he was traveling, Ivan ignored his dad trying to hide a frantic look. Next to Ivan at the table, Nell ate her breakfast, no doubt trying not to cry. Ivan had witnessed Nell's emotions a time or two, as he was gearing up to go on holidays or to visit Henry. Quietly reaching over, Ivan took her hand, smiling sweetly.

“Mum,” His voice was hushed.

“Yes, wild boy?”

“I love you.” His smile grew, a small spatter of raspberry jam on his cheek.

“I love you, too.” Nell squeezed his hand, smiling.

Silent, Ivan nodded and returned to his toast.

More than anything he loved his mother. She was the most fantastic person in the world, maybe even a tiny bit more fantastic than his dad. Ivan had done a great deal of thinking, since agreeing to move with his dad. What happened to his mum? She would be all on her own, would she miss him? Would he miss her?

Yes, he would see her in a few weeks, but until then. How would he know if she was happy or sad? Plenty of times Ivan had left to go stay with Henry, this time was some how different, in a way the boy couldn't quite figure out. When his parents said things would be fine, he trusted them, yet he had a doubt or two. Probably nerves of moving to a new city – again.

“Are you finished?” Nell asked motioning to Ivan's nearly empty plate. His crust and a bit of melon left on the side.

“Yep, can I go play with Kal for a bit?”

“Go on, but do not leave this yard. Understood?” Using her mom voice, Nell narrowed her gaze at her son.

“I understand. We won't leave.” Ivan promised, sticking his pinkie finger in the air, giving his mother a pointed stare. Pinkie promise, he and Kal were outside like a flash. The sun had began to rise moments ago, giving them enough light to play for a little while.

“What's on that beautiful mind, my darling?” Henry passed, kissing the top of Nell's head.

“He's getting too big, how do we stop it?” A hint of tears in her voice.

“I suppose I could see if we can afford a time machine.” Henry shrugged, placing his plate on the table and taking Ivan's previous seat. “I wish we could keep him little forever, too.”

Wiping her hands across her cheeks, Nell groaned and shook her head. “No, I shouldn't be so sad over this. This is a good thing. He's growing and becoming independent, he's a very lucky boy to have the life he lives.”

“That he is and we,” Henry smiled proudly, “are lucky to have such a son.”

“I know you've always wanted more, but I think we've hit the jackpot with the one we have.” Nell's chest expanded with a large breath and a sigh. “How could anyone compare to how awesome the wild boy is?”

“Exactly, it's why there is only one, right? Limited Editions, they're always the best.” Henry winked, lifting his cup of coffee.

No need to add on perfection.

Henry had hoped that one day, he'd find somebody to have more children with – while in his search to replace Nell. It was no secret that he wanted a house full of children, if it happened lovely. If Ivan were to be his only one, then he was fortunate to have that.

Once he had come to realize there was no replacing what he wanted, or had, then the idea of more children dwindled. Instead all he could do was make sure his son had the best life possible.

“Right.” Nell bit her bottom lip. This was not the time to burst into tears, becoming a sobbing mess. Sniffing back her tears, she reached out taking Henry's mug, taking a drink of his coffee and making a face. How he could drink it this way, a mystery. Nevertheless it did the trick, giving her something new to wonder.

The morning seemed to go in a single blink.

What seemed like milliseconds, the car that Henry had requested from the airport was in the drive. A single honk before a well dressed man appeared. Standing at the back of the car, he waited with a friendly smile. Waving to let him know his presence was acknowledged, Nell pulled her head back in the door.

“Got everything?”

“Yes,” Henry gave her a firm nod. “Ivan?”

“Yep, we're good to go.” Ivan nodded eagerly. His nerves taking a side step.

“Alright,” Nell brushed her hand over his hair. “Be good for dad, I love you. I will see you in a few weeks. Okay?”

Ivan nodded, clutching his backpack in one hand, trying to hold his suitcase handle with the other. “I love you.”

“All set, wild boy?” Henry shouldered his carry on, Kal's leash in one hand, passports in the other.

“Yep, let's rock and roll.”

“It's okay, you'll see him in a few weeks.” Trying his best to console Nell, before the became a water works factory, Henry gave her a gentle smile and a hug. “We will call as soon as we land.”

“Thank you,” Smiling with shiny eyes, Nell clutched the door. “You should get going.”

A tight hug, a kiss on the top of the head, and a thousand “love yous”, Nell ushered Henry, Ivan, and Kal out the door. Standing to watch them climb into the waiting airport car, she waved and blew them a kiss. Once Ivan and Kal were settled in the car, Henry followed closing the door. A soft thud from door of the sleek black sedan caused Nell's heart to jump.

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firstumcschenectady · 5 years ago

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“Hope in God” based on Isaiah 2:1-5 and Luke 1:26-38

This Advent we are Waiting in Hope, and our guides for that waiting are going to be Isaiah and Luke. All too often we jump into Luke chapter 2 on Christmas, without examining Luke chapter 1 to prepare the way. This means we are going to spend Advent with Mary, with Elizabeth, and with Zechariah. Which means that we need a content warning for Advent.

Luke 1, not unlike Genesis, spends a lot of time dealing with issues of fertility and infertility. These are tender topics for many people, and I will be seeking to deal with them tenderly. However, you are not obligated to stay present if these topics are simply too much for you right now, and I am available to talk if you want to. (Or, I'm willing to find you someone else to talk to if you'd prefer.)

Luke starts by telling the story of Zechariah, an old priest, and his wife Elizabeth. They had no children. This is a VERY common story in the Bible, in fact it feels like a throw-back to the matriarchs and patriarchs who all had trouble conceiving until God intervened. (And this is part of why these stories are so hard. If infertility could be solved with prayer alone, there would be much less of it.) This story rings of Abraham and Sarah, of Issac and Rebecca, of Jacob's wife Rachel, of Hannah and Elkanah. This is a familiar story. An angel tells Zechariah, while he is serving in the temple, that his prayers have been heard and Elizabeth will become pregnant. Zechariah expresses some disbelief because of their age, which is punished with being unable to speak until the baby is born. The baby to be born will be, according to Luke, John the Baptist.

A few months later, with Elizabeth pregnant, the story is interrupted with our reading today. This story is NOT familiar. It doesn't sound like the Hebrew Bible at all – although it does sounds like its contemporary Greek stories. As far as the Bible goes, though, this is a brand new account. And it is breaking into an old, old story. In this new account a young woman, who has been legally married to her husband but is still in the one year waiting period in her father's house before she joins her husband in his house, is greeted by that same angel. The angel says “‘Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you,” and the story says that Mary is perplexed.

This make sense, I think. By the standards of the world, Mary wasn't favored. She was poor, she was young, she was female, she had very little power, and she lived in an unimportant little village that was outside of a city that had recently been ransacked by the Roman Empire. She was, by no means, favored by anyone nor anything. Nor was their any previous evidence that she was favored by God. R. Alan Culpepper writes in the New Interpreter's Bible, “'Yet, Mary, God's favored one, was blessed with having a child out of wedlock who would later be executed as a criminal. Acceptability, prosperity, and comfort have never been the essence of God's blessing.”1 Mary seems to still be processing this.

She is, however, wise enough to keep her objections to herself – unlike Zechariah. So the angel continues to tell her about her upcoming pregnancy with the child who would be named Jesus, “the rescuer”, and would claim a unique connection to the Divine. This time Mary expresses her confusion, indicating that she understands how conception works and thus that it shouldn't be happening to her. Perhaps because she doesn't ask for proof, she is given it, in the form of Elizabeth's pregnancy.

At this point, the story comes to one of the greatest acts of courage I know about. This impoverished young woman, with everything to lose by taking this risk (including her own life), responds “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” I know that this story is Luke's creation, Luke's intentional foreshadowing of the Jesus story. I know this didn't HAPPEN. And yet I can't help but be stuck by this line. It feels like the sort of answer that the woman who raised Jesus and taught Jesus of God would give. It feels true in a way that is deeper than the story itself. Mary is a risk-taker for God. She trusts in the Divine even when it makes no sense and by all reasonable standards should be done.

In this story, through this brief interaction, Mary moves from confused at the idea that she could be favored by God to an unquestioning willingness to do whatever it is God needs of her. The foreshadowing of Jesus couldn't be much better. This unique story about Mary has echoes all over it of Hannah and her faithfulness. These are the stories of the women's faith, the women who raised men of great faith. The men didn't come to their faith alone.

We will come back to Mary next week, and to her extraordinary courage and unique insight. But for now we're going to transition to the vision of Isaiah, a vision that came when everything else looked like it was going downhill. Most of the time first Isaiah (the first 40 chapters) has to warn the people of what will happen if they don't trust in God, but this vision is an after vision. Of what will come SOMEDAY, one way or another. The more I examine it, the more striking it is.

Many of us are familiar with the closing lines,

“they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.”

but it really struck me this week that these lines are about much more than peace and a lack of a need for war. These lines are about not needing defenses anymore, about not needing borders anymore, about being unafraid for safety, and a sense of deep security.

The only way that people could be so secure is if they AND EVERYONE ELSE already had enough, and resources were already fairly shared, and there was no injustice or inequality that needed to be rectified. I'm told that the threat of violence is what allows for income inequality. Thus the opposite must be true, where there is equality there is no need for violence. Furthermore, this has to be widespread equality and equity, because there is no fear that outsiders will break in wanting to share in the prosperity – because they have it too.

Now this makes perfect sense as a correlation to the earlier parts of the passage. It has already said that YHWH-God has become acknowledged as THE Sacred one, and EVERYONE is worshipping YHWH-God. Furthermore, they're all learning God's ways. Well, God's ways is a way of speaking of the Torah, the first 5 books of the Bible, which contain a vision of a just and equitable society. In that society land is distributed to all so all can provide for themselves, those who struggle are helped by their family and community, anyone in need is cared for by the excess of those who have enough, and justice itself is blind to power and influence. This is the society that God dreams of, and this is what people would be studying as “walking in God's ways.”

In Isaiah's vision, this message is shared far and wide AND God's self is the judge arbitrating between people – so justice is definitely just. So, yes, this is a reasonable set up for what otherwise feels like an overly idealistic vision of peace.

In this context, it is the reasonable extension. If everyone buys into God's vision and enacts it, of course there would be equity, equality, justice, and peace. Of course weapons of destruction could become tools of creation and means of food production. That's what God is capable of doing.

And this got me to thinking. Do we dream this dream deeply enough? Do we consider what it would be like to be fearless? To feel safe? To live in peace?

I haven't spent nearly enough time living into this dream. What would it be like to assume that all people, as they age, will have enough resources to be cared for with tenderness and love in ways that respect their humanity and maintain their freedom? What would it be like to know that all children, whether or not they have living and able parents, will be nurtured, played with, fed well, have safe places to sleep, clothing appropriate for the season, and access to great education to help them thrive in body and spirit? What would it be like to remove locks from all doors, knowing that no one aims to do us harm, and no one would have a need to take anything we have? What would it be like to know that all people, regardless of their employment status, or marital status, or socio-economic status, could receive great healthcare when they need it? What would it be like to know that people all around the world shared all these gifts, and no one in any other nation wished us harm because of harms we'd caused taking resources we needed? What would it be like to know that there were no guns left in the world, and no one had motivation to make any more? What would it be like to live without the threat of nuclear war, nor biological warfare, nor even internet viruses????

What if we weren't afraid, and didn't need to be? What if we could all care for each other, and support each other, and grow together?

Friends, that's the sort of hope we're preparing ourselves for in this season of Advent. Not because we necessarily expect to see it in our lifetimes, but because that's what we're working for and we have to keep God's vision in front of us so we can be a part of enacting it. May we, indeed, beat swords into plowshares, nuclear warheads into flower gardens, and study war no more – because it isn't needed! Amen

1Alan Culpepper, “Luke,” in The New Interpreter’s Bible Vol. 9 (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1994) 52-3.

Rev. Sara E. Baron First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 Pronouns: she/her/hers http://fumcschenectady.org/  https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

December 1, 2019

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