#sorry for those who don't like heinrich fics. I just really like the idea of him protecting his dads. oh to be a woman in the middle ages..

[toyboy-molloy]

Heinrich was in a right state. He was covered in blood due to a split lip as well as having a black eye, several cuts and severe bruising. His mother fussed over him, alternating between cuddling him and dabbing at his wounds with an old cloth. His father paced the room, flexing his hands in rage. Uncle Henry stood in the corner of the room, watching with a quiet anger.

"I want whoever did this executed," Jitka demanded of her husband, stroking her son's hair, "people cannot go around attacking nobles like this."

"He started it, Jitka," Hans had stopped pacing but was still clearly tense, "there will be punishment but he must set an example," he addressed Heinrich directly, then, trying to avoid sounding too much like Hanush, "you nearly killed the other lad, Heinrich. You should be behaving like a nobleman! This isn't like you."

The heir bowed his head and refused to explain himself, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. Henry could see the boy was struggling, holding back from telling them the full story.

"Heinrich, is everything okay?"

Jitka scoffed, turning to Henry, "stay out of this, Henry. This is a family matter. It's likely you he learned this kind of behaviour from. Punch first, ask questions later."

"Enough," Hans snapped, sensing Henry was about to retaliate. This wasn't about the three of them right now. He looked to his wife authoritatively, "you're upset, Jitka. Calm yourself and have someone send for the sawbones."

"But-"

"Now," Hans' tone left no room for argument but Jitka made sure he knew she was unhappy, storming from the room and slamming the door behind her. Once he was sure she was gone, Hans let out a deep sigh and moved to sit beside his son, "alright. She's gone. Tell us."

Heinrich looked up, his gaze flitting between his father and godfather. He wrung his hands nervously as he let out a sigh.

"Marek got what he deserved," Heinrich started, running a shaky hand through his hair, "he was talking shit, saying the reason I don't have siblings is because..." he hesitated and Henry didn't even need to hear him speak to know what he was about to say, "because you would rather fuck uncle Henry than mother. That you were bad Christians and sinners and dirty just because of who you choose to love," Heinrich breathed deeply, trying to calm himself as he looked at his damaged hands, "so I shut his stupid fucking mouth myself."

"Hopefully permanently," Henry sounded somewhat impressed. Hans chuckled despite himself. He quickly shook his head.

"No, we cannot encourage this behaviour," he wound an arm around his son's shoulder, pulling him close, "but this filthy sinner can have him thrown in the stocks. I'm sure he'd love that."

"What if he tells everyone?" Heinrich said, looking between them with a panicked expression, "they'll believe it because I attacked him."

"Yeah, sure," Henry chuckled, sitting the other side of Heinrich, "before your pa fell head over heels for me," Hans rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, "he had quite the reputation around here. Just ask the butcher."

"Very fucking funny, Henry."

"My point is," Henry said with a chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair sweetly, "it's going to be fine."

Heinrich nodded, reassured that he hadn't completely fucked things up and ruined the lives of his two most favourite men. He got to his feet painfully, hugging them both and leaving to find his mother and the physician.

Henry kept his eyes on the door as it swung shut behind Heinrich, his tone thoughtful, "is it appropriate for me to say it's really fucking attractive when you get all authoritative?"

"Always, dear Henry," Hans grinned smugly, patting Henry's knee, "always."

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