The Battle of Agincourt (Henry V/fem! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 7K

Summary: As his wife and queen, you follow your husband, Henry the Fifth to France for his battles. It is the morning of the battle of Agincourt, and you don't know if he will make it out alive. You spend one last moment of passion together.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT! SMUT! (We get TWO smut scenes in one onshot! P in V sex, missionary, doggy style, edging, medieval dirty talk, praise, slight degradation and edging breast play, degradation, bits of power play, doing the deed standing up-legit one of the filthiest things I've written in a long time!). Mentions of war and brief mention of sexual assault and death. Lots of angst, but also some fluff.

A/N: Based off of a dream I had. Enjoy!

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You never forgot the day you were introduced to the man you loved.

You were sent there to the castle. An alliance between your father and the new king of England was being considered. Nothing confirmed, you were told by your father. Only consideration.

“He is a single man. And young. He needs more for his army, his lands…and that is secured with a marriage,” he told you.

 The one key to sealing it.

You.

A marriage between you and this king. Many men in his army sealed with one woman being brought to his bed. And it might be you.

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Arise Fair Sun (Henry V x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 3K

Fandom: The Hollow Crown

Summary: One night, Henry appears under your balcony to confess his feelings to you.

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff! I guess brief mentions of sex.

A/N: This was inspired by @theartofimagining13's small post that can be found here! A lot of it was taken from the Balcony Scene from Romeo and Juliet (and no tragic ending in my fic, hooray!), bc I'm a basic bitch who genuinely loves that play, do not @ me. Enjoy!

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“Y/N, a marriage to the Earl of Warwick shall be a wonderful match and you must consider it!” your father said at dinnertime.

You felt as if the roast chicken you had just eaten was curdling in your stomach. Though it was a warm summer night, you became very cold. You saw stars in the fields of your vision from the shock. The words were thunder to your ears- loud and shocking and bursting from nowhere.

You did meet the Earl of Warwick a few times. He was a handsome man, though he was older. Not elderly, but close to your father’s age to where they were friends. Often, they attended events and court with the king himself there. Just yesterday, he was there with you at a ball, hosted by the king himself. He had long since been widowed. Now it seemed he was open for a replacement.

The Wedding of the King (Henry V/fem! Reader)

Summary: Henry consents to an arranged marriage to a Lady Y/N. He is enthusiastic about marrying this beautiful woman upon meeting her. But as the wedding day arrives, he learns that she, however, is not.

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: Discussions of the fear of rape, as well as masturbation and sex without any actual smut. Men are gross (but not our boy Henry- he's a king in more ways than one). Medieval era attitudes and attempts at accuracy. Some angst but a lot of fluff. I snuck in references to Hamlet and Six The Musical. A reworking of a speech from Henry IV Part II

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A/N: hi guys! This one-shot takes place in the same universe as my miniseries The Twelve Days. But it's not required and hopefully will make sense outside the context. I got an idea from an ask to expand it with some one-shots and to write something more from Hal/Henry's POV. I was in a rush to write the first part bc I Wanted the whole shebang done by January 6th (and then I didn't. Oops.) So I realized I didn't go into detail about the wedding. I should have, because I read a blog post about how medieval-era weddings went and I thought it was fascinating. So this one will focus a LOT on the wedding, as well as before and after. I hope y'all like it- comments and reblogs and asks and dms about my work are appreciated!

The Earl of York spoke of her like that of a Disciple proclaiming the Word.

“This family shall be most advantageous in a match! They have always sworn duty and loyalty to our court. They have served us faithfully and will make excellent allies. I say you must reward them. And there is a daughter they have- the elder one. All of us in Parliament agree that she is the best match to be your queen!” he bragged.

The Twelve Days- Chapter Eight: Epilogue (Henry V/fem! Reader Series)

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven

Series Summary: Your family betrothed you to known rake Prince Hal now newly reformed and crowned as King Henry V of England. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas Celebration not only as a new queen, but a new wife to a man you are just beginning to know and bed.

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Chapter Warnings: Only some light smut towards the end. Discussions of grief, death, childbirth, pregnancy, the fear of a wedding night, and children. But lots of very sweet, fluffy moments and a happy ending. Attempts at historical accuracy and some Shakespearean terms (like "wag"="boy")

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Four years later. May.

When the previous king, Henry IV, was full of thought, he couldn’t sleep and paced about the castle all night. When his son, Henry V, was full of thought, he would shoot arrows.

His royal majesty, Henry V was outside on a warm day with guards and attendants, of course. The sun shone over the blanket of green grass and bushes that rustled only slightly with the breeze in the garden. Despite the outside pleasantness, any servant or guard could tell Henry was visually worried. His mouth was in a tight-lipped frown and his face was as white as the clouds. Targets were placed outside in a row before the grounds where your favorite flowers were kept. His eyes sometimes dart to them, to remind himself of you, he would then focus his gaze on the red center of one target.

The Twelve Days Part Six (Henry V x fem! Reader Miniseries)

Summary: Your family betrothed you to the notorious Prince Hal- now newly crowned as King Henry V. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas celebration not only as a Queen but as a wife to a man you are only beginning to know and bed.

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four//Five

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Discussions of sex and some bits that get steamy but no actual smut, discussions of war and death, Henry is almost a jerk but guess what? The reader changes that (heh), a touch of jealousy, Lots of fluff, and flirtation.

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The Eleventh Day

There was a distinct smell of roses from the kitchen. Boiling away, they were making as many rose-flavored treats for the feast tomorrow. As you walked by with your sister joining your ladies behind you, there were several noses tipped up, nostrils flaring to take in the flowery scent.

“There’s going to be rose water desserts there- and I hear they’re especially for the ladies- for us!” one lady in waiting confided.

“What do they taste like?” your sister asked, tilting her head.

The Twelve Days Chapter Five (Henry V x Fem! reader miniseries)

Summary: Your family betrothed you to the notorious Prince Hal- now newly crowned as King Henry V. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas celebration not only as a Queen but as a wife to a man you are only beginning to know and bed.

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Mentions of sex, pregnancy, childbirth, and the fear of cheating are discussed. (Henry/Hal NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER cheats on Reader at any point in the fic bc he's a good guy), Y/N is a jealous and angry girlie and gets a moment of Female Rage(TM). Some angst but then some hurt/comfort and then a very fluffy ending. References to the original text of Henry V, specifically the last scene in Act V. Attempts at historical accuracy and Shakespearean cursing.

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The Ninth Day

According to Sumptuary laws, you were the only person in England allowed to wear purple or gold. You hoped the silk dress, adorned in your favorite of the two colors, would make you look more official. You wanted to step in more at today’s court session. Henry used to tell you that you were a queen now, it was time to step into the power of that position. You only hoped you were ready for it and would make the right choices. If not, you could at least advise Henry on anything just from being a silent observer. Just as the neck turned the head, you could turn the king of England for anything if you tried. Perhaps. He had even arranged for a chair by his throne so you did not have to stay standing for hours.

“We thank our allies in Spain for their generous gifts for New Year's, forgiving any lateness,” Henry announced.

The Spanish ambassador dipped his head and then stepped out. Then another courtier, the Earl of Westmoreland, stepped forward.

“My king,” he greeted with a bow.

The Twelve Days Chapter Four (Henry V x Fem! Reader Miniseries

Summary: You have been arranged to marry the young, rakish Prince Hal matured into the newly kinged Henry V. It is your first holiday season you must be brave not only as a queen but as wife to a man you are just beginning to know and bed...

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (P In V, woman on top), discussions of virginity (reader ain't one anymore, oops), some guy being creepy on you until Henry gets both protective and jealous. “Touch her and you die” trope. Attempts at Historical Accuracy and Shakespearean-era cursing.

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three

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The Eighth Day

When you both awoke, you were kissing passionately already. The sun broke out and poured its light into his room. You were feeling it- that heat. That longing as he cupped your face close. You put a hand through his curly hair to feel the soft texture of it and to press him closer. Growing wetter and he harder, you found your hips naturally grinding against him. The tip was already teasing you, pecking at your eager entrance.

“We should try something, different, Y/N,” he offered.

You blinked pressing your lips together. You felt a hand of his on your back.

“Can you be clear, Henry?” you asked coyly.

The Twelve Days Part 3 (Prince Hal/King Henry x Fem! Reader)

Fic Summary: You must face your first royal holiday celebration- the Twelve days from Christmas to Epiphany - for your first time as the bride and queen of the new, young King Henry V, a man you were arranged to marry, a man you hardly know.

Warnings: SMUT- (handjob m, fingering, loss of virginity, and p in v sex), mentions of sex, religion, and masturbation, Y/N is a jealous girlie and gets scared of Hal cheating on her for a minute (he never does at any point in this fic bc he's a good guy), but lots of fluff here too. Attempts at historical accuracy and Shakespearean cursing.

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You awoke next to him. Your legs now felt a little tender. But not as much as the last night. There was a knock on the door. But you looked back at Henry- he seemed so peaceful. He was in his white shirt, his curly hair splayed on the pillow. There was a small smile on his face. It was like a little child- you couldn’t wake him up. But the knocking continued. They were for him as well as you- from the looks on your ladies, it would be well known that you spent the night together.

“Henry…Henry…wake up,” you said, shaking your husband lightly.

He awoke then, his eyes blinking slowly.

“What…what is it…”

The Twelve Days Chapter Two (Henry V x fem! Reader Arranged Marriage miniseries)

Summary: “You, luckiest of girls, are betrothed to marry none other than the King of England!” your mother cheered.

You must face your first royal holiday celebration- the Twelve days from Christmas to Epiphany- for your first time as the bride and queen of the new, young King Henry V.

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Warnings: SMUT close to the end, oral sex (fem receiving), discussions of sex and religion, and loss of virginity with virgin! Reader, and the death of children is briefly mentioned for the Catholic Feast of the Innocents.

The Third Night of Christmas

Your heart raced in your chest as Henry poked the potato in sauce with his spoon, flipping it over and scooping it around in the sauce but never eating it. Both of you were alone. Usually, your ladies-in-waiting would be positioned to sleep around you in your room, but the signal that your bed would be joined by your husband was their cue to sleep in separate rooms and leave the couple alone. He was dressed in his more serious, darker-colored shirt, and you in your soft grey dress.

But now your plates were colder. He hadn’t really “Dined” with you. You were not alone in a room since your wedding night.

“How are you, Y/N?” he asked.

“Very well, Henry. How was hunting?”

“Quite successful. No injuries. As much as I enjoy a boar hunt, it’s quite difficult.”

“What weapons did you use to hunt? Crossbows?”

“I prefer bows and arrows. Or the occasional spear. Crossbows get complicated. They lack the grace of archery, I think.”

Outside the wind whistled against the windows.

“My lady I…I wanted to apologize,” he said.

The Twelve Days (Henry V x fem! Reader Miniseries), Chapter One

Summary: "You, luckiest of girls, are betrothed to none other than the king of England!"

You celebrate the Twelve days- from Christmas to New Year- in your role as queen in an arranged marriage to King Henry V. How will you cope with your new role? And what about your husband?

Warnings: Eventual Smut starting in Part Two, Arranged Marriage, discussions of Sexual Assault but no attacks, impolite courtiers, marriages, families, Henry's codpiece is mentioned and he is an actual dick for a hot second but gets better bc you get to call him out on it.

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Summary: This was inspired by Lucy Worsely's documentary "The Twelve Days of Tudor Christmas" plus some of the tidbits I learned about the reading about royal life in that era. Yes, I know some of these practices come from that era 100 years after Henry V but it's my fic and I can do what I want.

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Your eyes were drooping, fighting the urge to close them. You fought the urge to yawn at such a sacred space as Midnight Mass. But especially considering the crown on your head and hearing your husband’s slow exhales next to you, you made yourself in the present, listening to the words. At least the chill of the castle chapel and the light touch of the necklace you wore kept you awake.

All of December you had to prepare for the Christmas season with fasting. Even the king, your husband, Henry V had to.

Husband- the word felt new.

Months ago, it was announced suddenly that you had to travel to London. Your parents hugged and kissed you in deep congrats.

“Why, what is it?” you asked.

“Y/N, you’re betrothed!”

“Betrothed!? To whom?”

“You, luckiest of girls, are betrothed to marry none other than the King of England!” your mother cheered.

 Your heart leaped in your chest and the room spun. Were you even awake?

“Henry Bolingbroke? But he’s an old man now and quite sick!” you cried

“No- haven’t you heard? He’s dead and his son, Hal, is the king! Not Henry the Fourth- You’re going to marry Henry the Fifth!” your father explained with excitement.

You had never met him.

You heard all the stories concerning Prince Hal. He was apparently a wild boy- who frequented taverns, placed prostitutes on his lap and wore their favors to jousts, and enjoyed playing pranks with thieves. He could put Bacchus to shame with the chaos he would get into.  For a time, he rarely appeared in court due to preferring his revels late at night with the seedy company and getting drunk. And now this wild, drinking, philandering, troublemaker was not only the new king of England but your husband!