HENRY CAVILL | Some news got ahead of us last week, but we wanted to wait a quick beat for the dust to settle, some deals to finalise and, if nothing else, now confirm some rumours!
Firstly, Natalie Viscuso and I are indeed bringing on Mike Flanagan to write the Warhammer live action series! We have already been working with him to craft the creative, and we're making some considerable advances in story. As the fans will know, it's an absolute monster to wrestle but Mike's extraordinary talents are helping it take form wonderfully.Â
Secondly, yes, we have also brought United Artists into the fold. They have such a deep wellspring of experience and talent that it was an easy decision to partner with them, especially after my experience with them on Highlander.Â
Finally, we are also working closely with Dave Wilson, John Orloff and Blur Studio on the newest Secret Level animation which will devote a whole season to Warhammer 40,000. Specifically, The Deathwatch! Dave has proven to be a master at his craft, he's the lead on the project and we are supporting his titanic efforts and helping things line up with the overall universe plan.
Importantly, some of you have been asking if I will still be starring in the lead role in the live action TV series - rest assured, I most certainly will! Who that character is, however, shall remain a secret for now!
As a combined force and with the good folks at Games Workshop we are all working tirelessly to bring you the best, most Warhammer universe that you could possibly imagine.Â
Summary: He is ready for his end, yet memories of you visit and hold onto him.
Warnings/Notes: Angst, memories. Trudon a candle holder that could be carried or used in different locations when needed. Was a sign of wealth to have one during the French Revolution.
Wow, wowâŚ.I kept on writing and rewriting this and time just got away from me. And last year, there was a lot that happened. Not just falling hard for Emperor Geta, but some personal stuff that kept me away from Enjolras. I am sorry for that.
I will say this âŚâ¤ď¸s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are & will always welcome! Thank you again for reading!
The coach shook violently, the wheels creaked. Sleep ripped from under him, after settling quite heavily onto him.
âSorry sir.â The driver called out.
Blinking, awaking. âQuite alright.â He called back. Shifting, he pulled back on one of the curtains drawn on the windows of the door.
The city wasnât far. It was always a bit rougher as the road fully left what was considered the countryside and began to be the city limits. Not that he felt heâd be around to get used to it, but he did hope it wouldnât be of a terrible discomfort to you if you ever rode into the city. He pressed his lips together, and sat back. The curtain flapped back into place.
He felt bad that he had snuck away after he had held you close, and tight after passions embrace. He needed to know, your final memories would be of his love for you, for the child you two will have. He did not wish you to feel the anguish of saying goodbye, or having the sight of him rolling off in the carriage. Surely, that would have brought about some heartbreak, that he did not wish to make any sharper or harder than it had to be.
After shaving by the flickering light of the candle, in the trudon and splashed on his face the aftershave on, he had snuck a final glance. Nestled in the warm of sleep, you had reached out and now held his pillow. How he wished he could toss asunder the story of the royalist solider and just stay here with you and the child, that would surely be here like sun at dawn, one day soon but he could not. It would be shameful. He took a life, now he had to do what was right, and true.
As the carriage, continued to roll over the dirt and rocks, strewn branch on the road, his mind still whirled with disjointed memories. He could still smell the saw dust that littered the warehouse floors. At night, that place was theirs. Plans were forged, toasts were made and memories had been carved into all their hearts, fueling their fiery drive to do right by France.
But one dark, cold night you had stumbled inside, with soft eyes and soft blue silken scarf. The strands of your lives would be twined together.
The bark of the mighty willow, was unforgiving his first visit, as if it was testing his feelings for you. But no discomfort could keep him from you. And once, he felt your soft, warm form ease against him, he knew heâd never want to let go. The soft perfumed strands of your hair would tickle his nose.
The fire he saw ignite in your eyes with wine, warming your belly as one who was overly familiar with him, caused you to react to what you had only shown him with a soft smile or gentle blush, was strong and powerful. You could be and would be strong for the love you would go on to share.
He bit down on his lip at that. You are strong, you would continue to be without him. Youâd raise their child right; there would be love and enjoyment of life. He knew his mother would make sure you and the baby would never have a need or a want go unattended to.
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He laid the dueling swords, on the narrow cot, to call it a bed was not even a poetic lie. But he was not there to ruffle the feathers of the innkeeper, he had been a kind man ever since he had discovered this establishment.
That beast from the royal army, had been accept his offer with the swords.
A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts, with narrow eyes he glanced back at the door and then back at the swords and covered them. Another knock filled the small space. He did not wish for idle speak with innkeeper or his wife for that matter. They should be pleased, he is spending more than his usual frivolities.
He absently, fiddled with a button on his coat before he opened the door, annoyance prickled him. No one here had reason to be knocking.
âI see you made it.â Bellamy, greeted loudly, his face already flushed with a wine, he must have had a few sips on.
He rose an eyebrow. âYou couldnât have waited till I came back down?â
A shadow fell over the manâs fleshy face. âI do believe, the solider is already here. And the bar maid has already draped herself over him more than once.â
âShe told me, he only arrived later into the night.â
His old friend shrugged. âPerhaps, she tipped him off perhaps he is getting ready to depart. We should let him.â
âI never evaded, I have never ran.â
âRight. But you also never had one who captured your heart, had a child that will have your heartâs beauty and your stubborn will.â
âYes. But Lachesis gave me her, gave me this chance. She is aware of my honor. I could not honor that love if I were to run.â
âShe had better have seen this in the thread, that spun from you and has been just and right with entwining you with another.â
âAs I am grateful for this chance, this dream. I do hope you are right.â
The creaking for the wooden steps were sharper, louder. Each step echoed in his ears, as he entered the open area of the bar. Stale air swirled and his stomach churned.
đŽđŞđBeannachatĂ na FĂŠile PĂĄdraig!đŽđŞđ
(A traditional Saint Patrick day blessing in Irish)
As a proud Irish-AmericanđŽđŞ, I wish every one Irish or not whoâs celebrating this wonderful day to celebrate Irelands Christian saint; a wonderful day filled with Guinness, Jameson, and corn-beef & cabbage!!!đ
"15 years ago, on this day, I pressed the shutter and met Superman. The first photo I ever took of Henry Cavill â moments before he stepped into legend. Shot on my Nikon."
A/N: When @geralts-yenn sent me the 'nice day outside' comfort-prompt, I was ecstatic, because I get to write for Melot! (I love him.) Then - of course - it turned into... 4 thousand words of smut. With a little plot and a little lore that I feel I hid quite well, so as to not disturb everyone's porn-consuming experience đ
Credit for the moodboard/title/banner/what do we call this?/thing goes mostly to @geralts-yenn as well, so thank you again for making that, hon. đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
This is a little more purple prose-y than what I usually do, so I hope that went well đĽ°
(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)
Characters: wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC (unnamed)
Summary:Â The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.
Word count:Â 4.3k
Warnings:Â 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MINORS DNI, oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex (unprotected. Be smarter!), voyeurism/exhibitionism, a smidge of a mention of feet..., dirty talk, playful chasing and teasing. Possibly an age gap of several decades if not centuries, I don't know.
âThere you are,â a bright and welcoming voice chimed through the thick forest, and into the small clearing. As she emerged from between the trees, he watched her every step closely from where he was laying on the ground. She gracefully roamed the clearing, leaving gentle dents in the moss that covered the ground, finally halting near his head, where she playfully nudged his chest with her bare foot. He grasped it suddenly and firmly, before gently trailing his fingers along the sole of her foot, while pressing his lips to the top. Slowly, his hand slid up her leg, to her calf, and his lips began a path that trailed in the same direction.
One moment he held her, the next she was gone; vanished into the roots of the trees that she had been standing on, and reappearing at the edge of the clearing once more as though she had never ventured near him. He raised himself on one elbow, allowing him to lustfully gaze at her beautiful form. Light seemed to emanate from her, beckoning him closer and freezing him in place at the same time. His eyes raked over the beautiful features of her face, where bright green eyes teased him from afar. Long dark hair fell in supple curls around her face, and spilled onto her back and over her shoulders, a single strand lost between her full breasts.
In his presence, she was covered, but as her kind had no true grasp on the concept, the fabric of her gown was a silky material so thin he could easily see the contours of her nipples. It clung to her, to every beautiful curve and dimple in her skin, itâs dark emerald colour a striking contrast with the pale, slightly green hue of her skin. One at a time, she pushed the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, baring her breasts to him.
âPlay a game of hide and seek with me, Melot?â she whispered kindly, her voice echoing through the trees, allowing him to hear it. Before he could scramble to his feet, she vanished again. With careful steps, he walked towards the edge of the clearing, tentatively stretching out a hand until his fingertips connected with the bark of the tree she had been standing next to. Of course, she was no longer there.
He listened for her, knowing it would be almost impossible for him to find her, unless she moved. She could be anywhere. He knew her to be kind, and, despite her playful ways, the furthest thing from cruel one could possibly imagine. Thus, he concluded, she wasnât far away from him. Never would she let him enter into a game he couldnât win, for she, too, relished the consequences of his victory too much to allow him to lose.
After a while, he felt her as she shifted from one tree to another, then another, and he began his pursuit; easily avoiding trees and roots as he tracked her through the dense forest. As he went along on his chase, deeper and deeper into the forest, their pace slowed. His, because it was impossible to move quicker as the forest grew thicker and the space between trees narrower, and hers, because this was her favourite part of their game.
The trees were so close together here that Melot could hardly turn around without touching them â precisely as she had wished.
âI can feel you.â A dark undertone laced his voice as he spoke. Though she wasnât moving, she was so near him, and the trees were so close to one another, that he felt her pulse radiating through them. A chuckle rolled through the air, carried by the soft breeze, audible only as the rustling of the foliage above him.
âCome to me,â he demanded playfully, knowing his query would yield nothing.
âCapture me, Melot,â her voice echoed all around you, âif you can.â A tender hand briefly trailed his back before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. From then, she moved swiftly through the trees, each time reaching out her hand to touch Melot; stroke his cheek, or arm, tap him on the shoulder to get him to turn around.
âYou know I canât, my love,â he answered her plea, his voice barely above a grunt as her hand grasped his clothing from behind and pulled him against the tree she resided in. He knew all too well that it was impossible to pull a dryad from a tree. Her hand disappeared from his back and her arm wrapped around his middle instead, the palm of her hand flat against his abdomen as she pulled him against her. Her other arm reached around him, fingers working to loosen the laces of his shirt collar before sliding her hand over his bare chest. As sudden as the other movements had been, her face appeared next to his, and with her nose, she carefully moved his curls out of her way. Melot moaned softly as her tongue trailed the edge of his ear, all the way to the top, where she gently bit down, careful not to hurt him with her sharp teeth.
âOh, those elven ears... So sensitive,â she mused softly into his ear before continuing her ministrations until she had had enough. âFollow me.â
He chased her once more along a non-existent path through the thick forest, his feet as nimble as ever, never stumbling, never clashing with a tree or a low hanging branch. The forest was his home, too, and it had been the home of his people for thousands upon thousands of years. He followed her to another clearing, where she tauntingly walked circles around a birch that stood a little further away from the other trees.
This clearing, like many others, felt magical â a kind of magic that became most apparent when one tried to step away from the trees, towards the centre. Melot struggled to put his foot on the ground, and raise the other to take the next step, as a strange force pulled him backwards, preventing him from breaching the border of the clearing.
âWhat is it, my darling?â she taunted. The harder Melot tried to step forward into the clearing, the more difficult it became. He drew ragged breaths from the exertion, and his eyes begged her to stop doing whatever it was that she was doing.
âIt isnât what Iâm doing so much as what Iâm not doing,â she giggled as she walked towards him and reached out her arm. Lifting his arm to take her outstretched hand in his, also proved more difficult than it should have been under any normal circumstances. As soon as he held her, she smiled deviously. âPlease, come visit me.â
As soon as the words passed her lips, the magic that had before so longed to keep him away from this place, seemed to vanish â and so did she. Melot looked around the clearing, taking in the beautiful surroundings as he searched for his lover. The glade was unusually round, and surrounded by trees â which was unsurprising â five of which were vast, mighty oak trees, eerily similar in size, and very evenly spaced around the parameter of the space.
âHome Trees,â he muttered softly, and immediately, his suspicions were confirmed by her soft chuckle that echoed through the clearing.
âFind mine, and youâll have your reward,â she teased once again. He drew in a deep breath, and listened â waited, as slowly the beating of her heart became apparent to him again. Without thinking, he turned on his heel and trod across the soft green moss that carpeted the clearing with determination. Less certain of himself was he when he raised his hand, his trembling fingers hovering over the bark of the tree he believed to be hers, apprehensive to touch it. Suddenly, her face appeared before him as he slowly emerged from the oak. She leaned gratefully into his touch, smiling at him as his fingers caressed the side of her face.
âFound me,â she giggled as she leaned forward until her lips almost touched his. Almost⌠And then she was gone again. Behind him, coming from the centre of the glade, Melot heard her voice once more: âCome and get me, Melot.â
Naturally, there was no need for her to tell him a second time. When he turned around, she untied the waist of her gown, revealing every curve of her full, naked form as it dropped to the ground. He once again went after her; biting his lip as he drank in every inch of her body, treading slowly and carefully as were he a predator stalking his prey. He came to a halt right in front of her, his eyes mirroring the ever-growing desire that coursed through his veins.
âKiss me,â he said, his voice already dripping with impatience. When she denied him, and then a second time, and a third, he roughly placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled it towards his.
âDo not deny me my reward, you wicked little minx.â His words were a playful yet threatening growl, her response was rendered inaudible as it was swallowed up by his rough kiss. His cold demeanour melted somewhat as he felt her give in to his touch; lips less forceful, hands less demanding⌠His tongue slid along the seam of her lips â a subtle order she hastily and eagerly obeyed by parting her lips. Moans escaped both of them when he deepened the kiss, reaching around her to squeeze her ample behind, luring more noises of pleasure from her as he kneaded her soft flesh. Â
Finally, Melot pulled away, breaking the kiss, and with small, languid strides he circled her, delivering a swift spank to her bottom as he walked behind her â then he stood still, placing his chin on her shoulder. âI found you. I won you.â
She didnât speak, nor did she move when Melotâs hands gripped the sides of her hips roughly, and dragged her back until her body was flush against hers. His fingertips dimpled the soft, supple flesh he held so fiercely as he ground his hips against her.
âDo you feel what you do to me?â he said as the new friction caused his erection to swell even further with desperate need. She turned around in his arms and smiled a devious smile at him that sent shivers cascading down his spine. Her fingertips brushed gently past the tips of his ears, making him bite his lip and moan with pleasure and anticipation.
âThe thought of your touch, my dear Prince,â she spoke slowly and in a sultry voice that made it difficult for him to keep from abandoning all manners, âhas been on my mind since I felt you set foot in our forest.â Once again, she turned around, this time freeing herself from between Melotâs hands and taking a few steps away from him as she continued to speak: âDo you know what those hours of waiting did to me?â She sank down onto a moss-covered rock in the middle of the glade, spreading her legs wide for him to see, and running her fingers through her folds. âDo you want to find out?â
Melot answered her query with an eager nod, stepping towards her once more, and finally dropping to his knees in the soft moss before her â never lifting his gaze from her glistening petals. She reached for the richly embroidered collar of his shirt, and pulled at it, prompting him to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. With two fingers, she gently lifted his chin so he would look up at her.
His eyes never left hers as he took one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. From there, he started with a tender kiss to the inside of her upper leg, by her knee, his soft lips leaving a damp trail as he kissed higher and higher until he reached the apex of her thighs.
âA truly sweet reward,â he chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin before him. Her lips parted to let out a frustrated groan as he moved away from her core and kissed her stomach and hips, then her other leg all the way down to her foot, and back again. A gentle breeze cooled the wet marks his kisses had left on her skin, causing gooseflesh to erupt all over her body as she whined and squirmed beneath the touch of his fingers and lips. Then, finally, as she thought she would go positively mad with desire, he grasped the back of her thighs, spreading her legs even further, using his thumbs to part her petals and reveal her desperate, weeping core.
Just as she was about to revel in the sensations of Melotâs capable tongue against her most sensitive parts, she noticed somethingâŚ
âWe have an audience,â she said softly as she placed a hand on Melotâs forehead to stop him from moving further with his endeavours. Experience had taught her that elves had a tendency to consider intimate relations a private matter â something she and others of her kind could hardly fathom.
âLet them watch,â he growled, taking her by surprise. Melot pushed the hand she held to his head away and continued doing what he had been doing before. His tongue found her hidden pearl with ease, and before long, she poured down exclamations of pleasure and praise over him as he gently lapped at and suckled on her swollen clit.
âDo all dryads finish so easily?â he asked after he had gently guided her down from her first peak. Two of his fingers found her entrance, and without awaiting her answer, plunged into her drenched core. She found time between zealous utterances that alternated between praise and profanity, to answer his question affirmatively, while he relentlessly pumped his fingers into the snug heat of her body. She cried out his name when he added a third finger, breathing heavily as her velvet walls struggled to accommodate the cumulative girth of his digits â her second orgasm followed swiftly.
Behind them, from the edge of the glade, others â mostly of her kind â watched as Melot continued his efforts. A few of the dryads stayed mostly hidden in the trees, while some others approached matters less subtly, and settled down on the moss-covered floor of the glade, making no attempts to hide their own amorous activities â be they alone or with others. As strange as it was for him to admit, Melot secretly revelled in the attention of their prying eyes â though he doubted his feelings were really a secret to her: if his rising heartbeat didnât give away his true sentiments regarding the situation, the fact that he continued lapping at her sopping core more vigorously than he had previously done surely would have clued her in.
Shortly after her third climax, she set a foot on his shoulder, pushing him off her as she fought to catch her breath.
âMy turn,â she said with a wicked smile on her lips as she gently pushed Melot onto his back, nimble fingers wandering his exposed chest until they reached his trousers. Within seconds, she had undone them, and her eager hands wrapped around his hardened length, giving him a few strokes as she positioned herself in a way that allowed her to wrap her lips around him. She took his cock deep into her mouth with both devotion and ease, coating his shaft with saliva. As she moved her hands along his length, aiding her lips in their efforts, she elicited decadent moans and content whines from Melot as he continued his writhing, further succumbing to the pleasure she brought him with every passing second and every tender swipe of her tongue.
One of his hands weaved itself into her dark curls, and she happily let him guide the rhythm of her ministrations. She thought herself incredibly lucky to have found an elven lover, known for both their long lifespans â meaning a vast wealth of experience in lovemaking â and their stamina â which made him almost as insatiable as she was. As she looked up, she immediately recognized the burning desire in his eyes. There wasnât a doubt in her mind that hers held the same expression; she could feel the heat of her passion on her skin.
âDo you want me?â she asked after pulling her mouth off Melotâs cock â not an easy feat, as she found herself quite fond of servicing him. Her voice was hoarse and thick with lust, her bottom lip quivering with anticipation.
âMore than anything,â he panted, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk as he witnessed her impatience; she hadnât been able to wait for his answer before ridding him of his trousers completely. Upon her return, she all but dove into his arms, straddling his hips as she leaned forward.
âThen take me,â she whispered, laying her forehead against his, waiting for him to find her entrance. Instead, he pulled her off of him, and rolled on top of her, his hardness pressing against her slick folds, making her mewl and beg for him to enter her.
âIs that what you need?â he muttered against the skin of her neck as he littered the sensitive area with kisses and relished the writhing of her body beneath his. A dark growl rumbled within his chest, and he spoke in what was almost a vicious snarl: âGods, I want nothing more than to bury every inch of myself inside of you.â
âThen why donât you?â she whined, fretful cries escaping her as her attempts to angle her hips in such a way that his rigid length would slip into her all proved fruitless.
âBecause I want you to beg for it,â he growled into her ear. âBeg for me, my little nymph.â It wasnât often that she saw Melot so completely overcome with lust, so it stood to reason that she would wish to savour every moment of it. Soon, she heeded his request, loud pleas spilling from her mouth, urging him to break into her so that her lust might finally be slaked. Melot, however, seemed to have other plans entirely, and focused his efforts on her breasts, kneading one of them with fervent ardour. He took the nipple of the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened peak, sometimes suckling, or even biting down softly, repeating his treatment on her other breast, while her pleas fell on deaf ears.
She had always thought herself to be too proud to cry, but as Melot continued his cruel denial of her deepest desires, tears appeared, which, with every passing second, threatened more and more to break free from the confines of her eyes. The eyes of their spectators were all trained on her face, waiting for the moment she would finally succumb to the pressure of her carnal urges, casting aside her prideâŚ
âMelot, please!â she cried out so loud that anyone who hadnât yet been occupied with their performance was sure to turn their head now. âI beg of you, please fuck me!â
Melot hesitated for a final moment, knowing very well what it meant to lay with a nymph in the glade that she called home, but there was nothing more in this world that he wanted than to be hers for as long as fate would allow him to be. A few members of their âaudienceâ, as she had called it before, cheered briefly as he drove his cock into her tight, drenched core, but he paid them no mind. To him, there were only two beings on this whole planet, and anything else didnât matter in the slightest.
His thrusts were slow at first, as he savoured her constant whining and begging for more, but he ran out of patience and restraint much quicker than he had hoped. Both of them were completely enraptured by the sounds of ecstasy they let out as they continued to ravish each other. Her fingers dug into the moss flooring of the glade, seeking purchase to help her withstand his onslaught on her body, each of his wild thrusts luring a moan from her lips as her velvet walls stretched to accommodate his girth over and over again.
Her cries became louder as he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge even deeper into her wet heat. His thumb found her clit with ease, drawing circles around the swollen little pearl, coaxing her to her next climax. A few strokes sufficed, and before long she cried out from pleasure as she once again reached her peak.
He leaned down to kiss her, and she gladly let him, so that she might revel in his attention as he whispered praise and sweet nothings in her ear. She knew he wasnât finished with her yet, which is why his next query was hardly a surprise to her.
âWill you let me take you from behind?â The sound of his voice was almost a whine. She happily indulged him, naturally. She was a nymph, after all. Once again, she vanished from beneath him â almost causing Melot to lose his balance, but he caught himself just in time â only to emerge again a few feet away, on her knees. She swayed her hips enticingly as she leaned forward until her chest was on the ground, and arched her back. For a moment, Melot admired her and the way the sunlight danced over her skin, before he made his way over to her.
He sat behind her and ran his fingers through her slick folds, spreading her open as he leaned in to seek her clit with his tongue. Swiftly and with great ease, he brought her to another climax on his tongue. Melot chuckled softly under his breath. From the beginning of their tryst, he had found his dryadâs ability to orgasm time and again very intriguing, and if he was being honest, it was quite satisfying to unravel her time after time. Oftentimes, he lost count of the amount of times she finished, other times, he challenged himself to make her come a certain number of times... She seemed to have plenty of fun either way.
When he was done, she found he took too long to proceed. With impatience clearly evident in her voice, she begged him once again for his cock, not appreciating it when he teasingly ran its tip through her folds, holding her hips to prevent her from pushing herself onto him. It was in that moment that she realised Melot did not just appreciate her writhing â though there existed no doubt in her mind that he thoroughly enjoyed watching her in her current state, beside herself with lust and longing. No, Melot, she noticed, revelled in the attention of the spectators on the edge of the clearing.
âYou like that weâre being watched,â she spoke softly, biting her lip to choke back a moan as Melot dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and pulled her closer, finally giving her what she had been waiting for.
âItâs growing on me,â he admitted as he thrust into her â slowly at first, then increasing his pace to a vigorous rhythm that made her cry out. Once more, she noticed how he relished the reactions from some of the onlookers as he sheathed himself inside her core again, how his erection seemed to swell even further inside of her, how there was a faint sense of arrogance and pride to the way he handled her that sat in stark contrast to their earlier encounters, which had consisted of hours upon hours of gentle lovemaking. Of course, even then, they had sometimes been caught by the occasional curious passer-by, but at the time, nothing had suggested that that was something Melot found particularly arousing.
Her thoughts were interrupted when another orgasm built inside her. It arrived quickly, almost taking her by surprise as she called out his name. This time, her clenching walls were too much for him, the sensation of her quivering muscles gripping his cock bringing him to the brink of orgasm, the sound of her cries of ecstasy the final straw that lured him over the edge, where he spilled his seed deep inside of her before collapsing next to her on the ground.
For a while, they lay there silent and spent. She rolled into his side, draping her arm over his stomach, and gently stroking his side as they slowly came to their senses again.
âI feel a little exposed,â Melot muttered softly enough that only she heard him. With one swift move of her hand, she conjured a blanket out of the moss flooring of the glade and draped it over his hips. The gesture immediately seemed to put him at ease.
âYour father wonât be happy about this,â she said after another while of silence, at once painfully aware that she had stolen the elven Kingâs son.
âMy father will have no choice but to accept our union. Besides, it cements good relations between our kinds,â Melot responded plainly, seemingly deeming het concerns baseless.
âWhat if he tries to take you away from me?â she said, fear suddenly striking her as she realized what that would mean for her.
âHe canât,â Melot said, but his words did not yet put her mind at ease. âWood elves are bound by the laws of nature. He might oppose our marriage, but there is nothing he can do to disband it.â His words brought her comfort, as did his lips, which he pressed briefly to her forehead.
âRest, my love,â he muttered softly to her as fatigue took hold of her and her eyes began to fall shut, âmy wife.â
A/N: So this is my first short one-shot. Iâm just getting started. A few things first though. I am not trying to put down any press people/interviewers/youtubers/etc. It just for this fictional story Iâve created. If we didnât have people who are brave enough to ask actors/celebrities questions than we wouldnât get to know those actors/celebrities. Second, I have the reader playing Faye in Night Hunter (Nomis) instead of Emma Tremblay. Nothing against Emma (no hate, I love her) thereâs only so many things I can alter from the movies Henryâs been in. Anyways, back to the story.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x teen!reader, adoptive daughter, platonic
Warnings: mentions death of parents from car crash, small amount of angst, languageÂ
pairing: stepdad!Henry Cavill x stepdaughter!Reader (platonic)
summary: you call Henry dad for the first time.
warnings: angst, fluff, slight bullying.
a/n: inspired by a dream i had! hope you enjoy!
When you were first introduced to Henry by your mother, you were apprehensive.
He seemed like a nice guy, but you were unsure. From what youâd heard, he was a nice guy, but you knew that sometimes the way celebrities presented themselves and the way they actually were were completely different. You just wanted your mom to be happy and in a healthy relationship, and you were unsure sheâd be able to find that with someone like Henry. You had seen lots of men come and go from both your life and your moms, never able to handle the fact that if they stayed they would be raising someone elseâs kid. Having never had a dad in your life, you tried to not get attached to the men she dated, but there was always that small flower of hope inside of you, that maybe this one would stay. You refused to get attached to Henry if he was just going to leave like everyone else.
Within a week, however, heâd completely changed your mind, and you thought of him like your dad. Your friends had convinced you to go to a party that you didnât want to, but you went anyway, and quickly regretted it. Youâd had a few drinks, and suddenly found yourself cornered in a room with a rather hostile college boy, who wouldnât take no for an answer. Thankfully, your friends found you and helped you escape him, but you wanted to go home, unlike your friends who wanted to stay.
Youâd called your mom, but she reminded you she was on a girls trip, but assured you Henry was on his way to get you. He showed up less than 20 minutes later, with Kal in the backseat. He didnât ask any questions about what happened, or scolded you for going to a party and then having him pick you up when you said youâd get a ride home with a friend at his offer to pick you up originally, he didnât comment on the smell of alcohol on your breath. He didnât do any of that, he simply asked if you wanted to talk about anything, and when you shook your head, offered to buy you food, to which you accepted.
2 hours later, a nice meal from McDonalds, and a conversation about how he promises to not hurt your mother later, you were convinced that he was the one for your mother, and in your mind, he was your dad. Youâd never verbally said he was, and had never called him dad, but to you, there was no one better.
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Henry had found you one morning searching the web for summer jobs, he got an idea. He was working on a new movie, and while he had been cast, the role of his character's adoptive daughter hadnât yet been cast. According to your mom, you had done a few acting roles such as plays in highschool, but nothing for film or tv. She had secretly shown him the tapes from the plays, and he was amazed at your ability to bring a character, even minor, to life with ease.
So, later that day he approached you with the idea of auditioning. You were apprehensive at first, not knowing anything about acting for film and tv, but he assured you would be with him the majority of the time, and youâd be great, so you accepted, and auditioned. You got the call back a week later that you got the part, and by the smirk on your step dad's face while he embraced and congratulated you after you told him, you thought that he had something to do with it. Not that you cared, you were insanely grateful for all of his help. What you didnât know, was that the smile was him trying not to cry because he was unbelievably proud of you already, despite only being in your life for a few months.
The second you arrived on set for your first scene, you thought you were making a mistake. Word had gotten around to a few people that you were related to someone in production, and everyone assumed that he was the reason youâd gotten the role. Youâd never outright admitted that Henry was that person, so you had no idea how that had gotten out.
As if that wasnât enough stress, the majority of the other cast members were around your age as well, and it didnât help that they all seemed to know each other from previous projects, and refused to talk to you except for when you had scenes together, and even then, they were very short and rude with you.
Henry had noticed that something was off about a month into filming, but never wanted to force you to tell him what was wrong, so he just reminded you one morning that he was always there if you needed to talk, to which you just nodded, and headed into hair and makeup.
He realized what was happening when he was walking from his trailer to yours when he saw you standing outside of it, with the other kids standing around you. You noticed him out of the corner of your eye, and tried to hide the way their hurtful words were affecting you, but knew he saw right through your façade. Thankfully, Henry cleared his throat, and they immediately scattered away when they realized that he was standing right there.
You swallowed as he approached you. âWhat were they saying to you?â he asked, and you shook your head.
âNothing important.â you lied, and Henry shook his head.
âThey clearly said something to you. Iâve never seen you look so upset in my few months of knowing you. What did they say?â He asked again and you rolled your eyes before walking into your trailer.
Henry called your name, and asked once more what they said. You turned to face him. âNothing that wasnât true.â you said and turned once more, letting the trailer door slam shut behind you. Henry tried the door once more, but found it locked. He sighed and turned around, with the full intent of calling your mother to see if she had heard anything when he heard snickers from behind him. He turned around and the group of kids who had been talking to you standing in a circle, laughing about something.
He walked up to them, hoping they would be able to give him some insight into why you were so off, when he was used to the happy girl that he only ever saw at home now. As soon as he approached, however, they stopped sniggering, and stared at Henry. Henryâs mind swirled for a second before realizing what was going on, and then he saw red.
âWere you guys making fun of Y/N?â He asked, and one of the kids shrugged nonchalantly.
âWe were just telling her what she needed to hear.â He said, and Henry breathed out through his nostrils, trying not to yell.
âWhich was?â He asked, crossing his arms to indicate he wasnât going to leave until he got the answers he was searching for. One of the more rude looking girls giggled, and spoke. âShe needed to be told that sheâs a terrible actress, and the only reason she got this job was because her mommy is dating someone high up in production.â she said, and Henryâs brow furrowed slightly, but pushed the thought away, in favour of protecting you.
âThat someone high up in production,â he said in the most menacing tone he could muster. âIs me. Therefore you are talking bad and bullying my child, and I don't take things like that lightly.â he said. The majority of the kids nodded, but one piped up.
âSheâs not even your kid, though.â He said, and Henry rounded on him.
âDoesnât matter to me. Iâm in a serious relationship with her mother, she doesnât have a dad, therefore I have gladly and willingly taken that role. She is my child, and I do not appreciate other children making my daughter feel bad about getting a role that she 100% deserves. I didnât help her get this role. She got it on her own. Production didnât even know that she was my kid until after she was cast and I told them. Sheâs an amazing actress. Just because she doesnât have as much experience as the four of you, doesnât mean she doesnât have the talent.â He said, and amusement bloomed in his chest as he watched the teenâs eyes widen and nod along at what the big burly man in front of them was saying.
âLeave my child alone, or I guarantee none of you will ever work in this industry again, am I understood?â He asked, and they nodded, before heading in the opposite direction. Henry took a deep breath and turned around. He smiled when he saw you, standing at the top of your trailer steps. His smile faltered slightly when he saw you had tears streaming down your face, but it returned full force when you ran down the trailer steps and launched yourself into his arms. Your own arms wrapped around his neck in a hug, his wrapping around your back.
âThank you, dad.â You whispered, and Henry squeezed you tighter, a sob escaping his own lips at his new name. He pulled away to look in your eyes.
âDad? Are you sure?â He asked, suddenly unsure of himself. You nodded, a smile on your face.
âIâm sure. Youâre the best dad I could've asked for.â You said, and you were wrapped up in another hug moments later.
âWell, youâre the best daughter I couldâve ever hoped for.â He said, a kiss being pressed to the top of your head. âI promise that no matter what happens between your mom and I, I will always be here for you. Thatâs what Dads are supposed to do, and I will do everything in my power to be the best one possible.â He said, and a tear slipped out his eye as he realized he was holding his daughter for the first time.
Heâd always considered you his daughter, ever since he met you. When people asked him about you, he always called you his daughter, or his kid, but knowing that he was now truly your dad, made him happier than anything else.
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