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I write for:

Henry Cavill (and his characters):

August Walker,

Captain Syverson,

Charles Branton,

Clark Kent/Superman,

Geralt of Rivia,

Sherlock Holmes,

Walter Marshall.

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Bucky Barnes,

Chris Beck.

Massimo Torricelli

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His little princess

August Walker x Reader

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Summary: August Walker spends time with his daughter and remembers his childhood.

Warnings: some angst, neglection of a child, alcohol use, narcotic use, abuse, mentions of sex and orgies, cursing, blood, soft August Walker.

Words: 1,9k

Past

His arms were too short to reach for the small piece of bread that had fallen under the kitchen counter. No matter how hard he tried, he would never reach it. He tried getting the fallen piece with the butter knife that he had found on the table, but it was still not long enough. 

As he stood up, he looked around the messy kitchen. Empty bottles of beer and vodka were almost everywhere, many of them had shattered as they collided with the floor, and the shards were scattered around the dirty tiles. Somewhere between half-smoked cigarettes and used syringes laid.

Carefully, he walked around the kitchen, looking in every shelf or storage space for food, for anything that he could use to reduce his hunger. He hadn’t eaten for three days or showered for four weeks.  His parents didn’t care for him, they never wanted him. 

August knew he was a mistake. Somebody who was never supposed to be born.  They liked to remind him of that every day. He also knew that they had tried killing him while he was in his mother’s womb and when he was newly born. Unfortunately, he had survived.

As days passed and August grew older, his parent stopped caring at all. All they did was use heroin, get drunk, vomit all around the house, and have unprotected sex. Sometimes other people would come to the house, and all of them would engage in orgies all over the house, not caring that somewhere around would be a child. 

Even now, at this moment, his parents were having sex, their moans and groans echoing through the whole house. August knew he had a few more minutes before his father returned and resumed watching television and drinking vodka.

Suddenly, August’s eyes landed on the cardboard box on the top shelf. He remembered his mother getting it from the deliveryman a few days ago. As it was put that high, the whole pizza must not have been eaten, and there should be a few pieces left. 

The only way of reaching it was if he stepped on the table and reached on his tiptoes. Carefully, he got on the table, trying not to break any bottles. He could feel his small fingers touching the carbon, only a few more movements, and he would have it in his hands. 

“What the hell are you doing, stupid boy!” Suddenly, his father’s voice came from behind. Frightened by his father’s stern voice, August lost his balance and fell, the box slipping on the floor. A shard of a broken bottle got stuck in his arm, making him cry in pain, but the leftovers of pizza had fallen out of the box. The anger in his father’s eyes was unmistakable. There was no way August could get away from him or his wrath.

“Stupid idiot! What have you done?” His father did not care about August’s wound, as he reached for his body and pulled the boy up. “You are gonna pay for it. For every single piece of pizza that you ruined.”

A painful sob filled the small room, as his father’s belt collided with August’s back. One after one, he received blows on his back, and his cries did not mean anything to his father. He stopped only when August’s whole back was covered in bruises and wounds, and his blood had been splashed everywhere. 

Present

August woke up, covered in sweat and gasping for air. His back ached, remembering the pain he had felt once. It had been three decades since his father had laid his hands on him for the last time, but it would always be imprinted in his memory. It took him years to forget everything and make memories go away, storing them deep in his brain. Recently, the memories had returned, plaguing his mind every single night. 

As he sat up, he looked over at his wife, who was sound asleep next to him. You would have woken up with him, as you had done weeks before, but this time you had been too exhausted. August needed to calm his nerves and erase the memories.

He pressed a small kiss on your forehead and left you alone in the bed. Usually, August would go downstairs and sit on the back porch, listening to the silent neighborhood, as darkness surrounded him until you came and got him. This time he didn’t want to go there.

There was only one place in the big house where he wanted to be. August silently opened the half-closed doors of the nursery and walked inside. He turned on the small light beside the crib and bent over to look at the sleeping infant inside it.

“Hi, baby,” August whispered, as he touched his daughter’s soft cheek. She had been born eight weeks ago, but it felt like only yesterday he had held her for the first time. She was so small in his big hands, so fragile. He had been scared to touch and hold her, but you had assured him that he would never hurt her. He was her father, her big shoulder to lean on, her protector. 

From the moment his daughter was born, August had been starting to have nightmares of his childhood. Each night a different one would reappear, and everything he had tried to forget would return. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, memories managed to get through the walls he had built.

It didn’t help that you had started to worry about him. It was hard enough for you to stay at home and take care of a newborn. August didn’t want to share his burden with you, as he knew how hard you would take it. Years ago, shortly before the wedding, he revealed to you his childhood, what he had endured, and from where the scars had come. You had cried for days, your heart had been hurting for all the pain he had to take, for the love he did not receive from his parents, and for how the foster system had treated him.

That day he promised never to allow you to carry his burden, not even the smallest piece of it. And he intended to keep his promise, especially now when you both had another person to take care of and love.

August looked at the sleeping baby and smiled. One look at her, and all the darkness and burden that surrounded his heart disappeared. He did not smile much, but with you and your daughter in his life, he had started to do it more.

“I will never hurt you,” He said. I will never do to you what my parents did to me. “I am going to guard you against all the evil in this world. I will be there when you need me.”

“Because I love you.” I love you like my parents could never love me. I will die for you.  “With all my heart.”

As he held her, August could not stop thinking of his own childhood. The pain he had suffered, the scars he bore from endless beatings with a belt and others' hands and sharp objects, the loneliness he had felt, as he was always left alone, the constant hunger for not having food for days, and the never-ending hope that his parents would love him one day.

August knew his troubled past would make him a bad father, and for years, he swore to never have children. Before you, August had had affairs and relationships with other women, but they never lasted longer than a few weeks. He never wanted to settle down and have a family of his own, not until you came.

You came into his life like a hurricane and turned it around. For the first time, he could see the world in other colors, not black and white. It took him time to admit his love for you, to acknowledge his feelings for you. Soon enough, August proposed. 

“You are the light in my darkness, my little princess.” You and your mother both. “When mommy told me about you, holding the pink stick in her arms, I was afraid. No, I was terrified….” I did not want to make the same mistakes my parents made. “I spent the next nine months worrying that I would be a bad father to you, that I would screw everything up and be - ” Become like my parents. 

“But then you arrived, on a rainy morning, screaming at the top of your lungs. When I held you for the first time, I promised myself I would not make the same mistakes my parents did. I would never abandon you, never lay a finger on you, or cause any harm. I will keep you safe from all the dangers in the world and make sure that nobody hurts you. Because, my princess, I love you.”

With his sleeping daughter in his hands, August moved to the other side of the room and sat down on the rocking chair. It was your request to have one in your daughter’s rooms for the times like these  - when one of you wanted to hold her or she woke up crying, needing a change of diapers, or when she was hungry.

August’s voice filled the small room as he sang to his daughter. Baby in his arms snuggled closer to his warm body, making August smile. 

“I will always be by your side and I will never leave you, not while I am alive and my heart is beating. Because I am your dad, and it’s my job to keep you safe, to keep you out of danger, and to be the strong shoulder you need to lean on.  I love you, my little princess. Always have, and always will.” 

A few years later

“The king and queen were so grateful to the prince for waking up their daughter and everyone else in the palace that they let him live in the palace with them.” As the story was finished, August closed the book and pressed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. She snuggled closer to his body, her small hands wrapped around his strong chest.

“What happened next?” She asked, her eyes were shining in the dim light.

“They lived happily ever after. Just like me, you, mommy and little – “

“Brother!”

“Or sister.” August would never admit it, but he wanted to have another girl. He wanted to have another princess to spoil, to cherish and to love. One wasn’t enough.

Having a son would not be bad either. He would raise him as a man, as somebody he was not but wanted to be - an honorable man. He would make sure that his son would not make the same mistakes he did.

“It will be a brother! I just know it!”

“Of course, of course.” August laughed and kissed her forehead. “Now go to sleep. Mommy’s already asleep.”

“Love you, daddy,” She said, as the sleep slowly overtook her.

“Love you too, my little princess.”

August watched as his little daughter slept. Never in a million dreams did he think that he would have a family of his own – a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and another child on the way. 

He was glad that you had crashed into him on that day.

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The bullet

Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

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Summary: The reader gets injured with a kryptonite bullet, and Clark has no other choice but to take it out himself before she dies.

Warnings: blood, injury, selfless Clark, happy ending.

Words: 2,1k

A/N: DUAL POV

YOU

The day had started great. You had woken up with Clark sleeping next to you, his dark hair sprawled all over the pillow. He needed a trim, and he knew it, but Clark also was too lazy to go to the hairstylist. 

He had arrived in the middle of the night, silently climbed into bed and fallen asleep. You pressed a small kiss on his cheek and left the bedroom. 

It felt great to finally be able to enjoy a hot shower. Two weeks ago an old pipe in the basement had ruptured, leaving forty flats without hot water. The emergency service was not able to fix the problem sooner because apparently, many apartment complexes had faced the same problem and all needed fixing.

Your favorite strawberry cake was on the counter, wrapped in a beautiful carbon box and tied with a yellow bow. Clark liked to spoil you with sweets from all over the world. Some mornings you would wake up with ice cream melting on the counter since he would be too eager to get to you that he would forget about it. Some morning you would see a box of Belgium chocolate or a bottle of the vine from Italy on the counter. 

No matter what he got, you were happier to see him back home in one piece, alive and breathing.

You were in the middle of eating the second piece of your cake when you got a page from work. There had been an accident and there was a shortage of personnel, and your boss had no other choice but to ask you to come in a few hours earlier.

With another kiss on his cheek, you left your shared apartment ten minutes later.

And now, three hours later, you were groaning in pain, as a bullet hit your side, making you collapse on the dirty ground.

“Fuck!” The pain was strong. For a moment your vision got dark, but soon it came back, and the pain got almost unbearable. Blood was running down your side and straining your uniform, and it took a lot for you to sit up. 

The bullet had come out of nowhere. You had not heard nor the sound of the shot, nor seen any person. Buildings had collapsed around you, making piles of concrete and metals. In the distance, the sirens of rescue service could be heard, alongside the screams of scared people of Metropolis.  

With a hand on your side, you opened your EMS bag and took out clean bandages and medical tape to close the wound before help came. Your ratio had been lost a long time ago. The phones of your collages and yours had been left back in the hospital, and there was no other way how to communicate with them.

Usually, the emergency team stayed together and did not split, including yours. Unfortunately, another building collapsed, splitting all four of you up. You all were imprisoned in your own squares with exits that led farther away from each other.

On your way out of destruction, you had seen Clark flying above and fighting villains from another dimension. He had been too busy to notice you but seeing him being thrown against the building, made your heart beat faster and worry settle in. 

Others of the justice league tried helping him, but some of them got thrown against the buildings too. This was officially the most damaging alien invasion this city has seen. Tomorrow’s news headlines would be such as ‘biggest destruction of Metropolis in its history’, ‘collapsed Metropolis’ or ‘how much money is needed to rebuild Metropolis. Not to forget ‘Superman gets thrown against the Williams building’.

“[Y/N]!” You felt Clark before his voice met your ears. You had forgotten that he was somewhere near you. “Fuck! Is this your blood?”

“I got shot.” Speaking was hard. Every word caused more pain than the previous one. When you lifted your uniform, the flow of blood ran down your side. Clark took out the bandages from your arms and pressed them onto the wound. He hissed once his fingers touched it. Then you remembered the collapsing building. “I saw the building collapsing! Are you alright?”

“I’ll live.” He gritted through his teeth. Something was wrong with Clark. He never acted like this, only when he was hurt. With your eyes, you looked over his body but found nothing.

“Are you hurt?” You lifted your arm to touch his cheek, but your limbs felt weak. When you tried again, your vision started to blur, black spots appeared in front of you. These were signs of blood loss, a big blood loss. 

You tried fighting your inner voice. It had been what - one, two minutes since you had been shot? The bullet must still be inside, as the blood only came from the front. In most cases, the bullet keeps closed the artery and prevents a person from bleeding out. 

Then why were you feeling like you would lose consciousness at any moment?

The black spots got bigger, taking most of your vision. The pain had disappeared at one moment, and slowly you started losing the feeling of your limbs. You felt him shaking your body, lifting you in the air.

You did not want to die like this. You did not want him to see you dying, since it would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was the love of your life, the man you wanted to spend your life it, but the destiny had other plan.

Before the darkness took over, you managed to whisper the words, knowing that it would be the last thing he heard from you. 

“I love you…” 

CLARK

She was dying. 

She had lost too much blood.

Her breathing had become shallower.

Her heart had started beating slower.

She was dying in my arms.

The love of my life was dying in my arms.

And there was no one to save her.

Only me. 

“What the hell are you going, Clark?” Bruce’s voice echoed through the empty operation room. I did not spare him a glance, as I continued to prepare everything for the surgery. All instruments had been found and put on the near table, y/n had been covered with a surgical drape, and I had to start any moment.

“Clark.” He put a hand on my shoulder, but I showed it off. No matter what Bruce said, my opinion he could not change. 

“Either way you stay and help or leave.” I did not need to say twice. He removed his cape and mask, put on the gloves and came to stand on the other side of the table. 

We were the only members of the Justice League on the tower. The rest of the crew were on the earth, fighting aliens that had invaded our home. All hands were needed, and that explained why every single member and inhabitant of this place had been gone. 

I did not know much about removing bullets, especially those made of kryptonite, but I had to try. I could not leave the love of my life to die in my arms without me trying anything.

“Have you ever taken out a bullet?” Bruce asked after we had started. 

I shook my head. “And you?”

He shook his head.

The bullet was made of kryptonite. I figured it out the moment, I pressed my hands over her torn skin. My head was hurting, and my whole body was hurting, but I had to save her. 

I did not care if I died saving her. She would survive and have the life we dreamed about. She would spend it alone, without me by her side. At least, her heart would be beating. She would recover from the loss. 

Unlike me. 

If I lost her, there would be no longer me. I would die with her and never recover. She was my whole universe, and there was no life without her. 

Bruce must have sensed my pain and seen it written all over my face. “Is it what I think it is?”

“It depends,” I said through the pain that got stronger the closer I got to the bullet. “On what you are thinking.”

Before he could say anything, I took out the bullet. It was big, green, perfectly shaped and made from the kryptonite. The bullet shined in the dim light, as I let it fall into the iron bowl.

It was clearly meant for me. But it had hit y/n.

Maybe they knew about her being the woman I wanted to marry and who was my biggest weakness, my whole universe.

With every minute that passed, I felt weaker, I could feel how my muscles started to give up, how my body slowly shut down. Bruce tried taking over, but I did not allow it. Bruce had taken the kryptonite bullet away and carried it as far as he could from me. Little did he know that the damage had already been done.

With my heat vision, I stopped bleeding. While Bruce tried calling others, I continued to close the wound. Sweat was rolling down my face, my body was aching, and no matter what happened - I did not give up.

Ten minutes later I closed the wound and let out the breath I was holding. I sensed Bruce running towards the room with Dr. Choi, but I was too weak to stand up. Before they could open the door, I had already collapsed on the floor and lost consciousness.

Her sleeping face was everything I saw.

YOU

Monitors were beeping around you. Your head was hurting, but the side hurt more. Everything that happened before you lost consciousness, came back like a boomerang. Clark! The building had collapsed. He had found you bleeding. His face showed that he was hurting. You were dying!

You opened your eyes and quickly sat up, causing pain in your whole body. “Easy, [Y/N].” You recognized the voice of Bruce. “Let me help you.”

“Where is Clark?” You asked as he put pillows behind your back, easing your sitting. You had to know if he was alright.

Bruce moved his head to your left, and you gasped when you saw Clark laying in a bed next to you. He was stripped down to his boxers, and lights that reflected the sun were placed around the bed. His skin was absorbing all the light. As a result of that, his skin shined.

“Oh my god, Clark! What happened to him?” You tried getting out of bed, but Bruce’s strong hands on your shoulders did not allow it. He pushed you back in the bed, making your back hit the pillows.

“Do not try getting out unless you want me to chain you to this bed.”

“You would never.”

“I would. Clark will never forgive me if something happened to you.” 

“What happened to him?” The man you loved slept a few feet away from you, at an arm's stretch length, but you could not get to him. You wanted to touch his body, whisper that you were near and wait until he opened his eyes. Clark was near you, yet so far away.

Bruce handed you a glass of water and made you take a few sips. “He removed your bullet. It was made of kryptonite.” 

Kryptonite could kill Clark, yet he risked his life to save yours. “Is he going to be alright?” 

“Both of you will be. I will go and get Dr. Choi. Do not try getting out of bed.” 

“I will make sure she stays in hers.” You moved your head as fast, as the first syllables had left this mouth. His blue eyes found yours, and you tried your best to keep the tears from falling. He was awake.

“This also applies to you, Clark.”

He nodded, and then Bruce left the room, leaving the two of you alone.

His eyes never left yours. “How are you?”

“How are you? You could have died!” You almost shouted.

“So could you.” 

“But I did not.”

“Neither did I.” 

The small banter made both of you smile. Clark and you were two stubborn souls who always cared more about the other one rather than yourselves.

But the truth was still truth. “You are an idiot. Why did you take that bullet out yourself?”

Clark rolled his eyes and sat up. “There was no other who could do it. I did not want to lose you.”

“Dr. Choi would have saved me.” 

“Not fast enough. He was not here when we arrived.” Clark stood up from his bed and walked towards you. “Move over.”

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” You reminded him, as you moved in the bed, making a room for the big man you called yours. Your body felt small, compared to his. 

Clark wrapped his strong arms around your body carefully, trying not to cause more pain, tore your stitches or pull off the catheter in your arm. “I am not. I just changed it.”

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss on your head and snuggled closer to your body. Feeling his heart beating under your palms calmed you, and you closed your eyes knowing that he was alive and safe.

“I love you too. But, please, do not do it again."

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Destiny - part three

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader [female]

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, blood, injury

Words: 2,7k

DESTINY’S MASTERLIST

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PREVIOUS PART

The wind around you was strong enough to scratch your bare arms and give your body shivers. Your ears hurt from all the sounds you could hear - the wind blowing, people shouting and crying, explosions - and it all surrounded you like a bubble, imprisoning you in the middle.

Somewhere in between, you could feel Moira’s hand leaving yours and chanting something in an ancient language you did not know. Opening your eyes was not an option since the wind around was too strong and could damage them. With the help of your hands, you tried locating Moira, trying to get at least some support. 

Before you could take a step closer, the sounds around you stopped, the wind was long gone and you fell on the hard ground. Trying to brace for the fall, you landed on your palms and knees, scratching them under the rocks and twigs.

It took some time for your senses to return to normal. Your vision was blurry, your ears were ringing, and you weren’t sure if it was blood that you tasted in your mouth. It was hard to breathe, and you felt as if something was pressing on your lungs, prohibiting them from expanding. 

After a few minutes, you finally felt like standing up. As you were standing up, you saw Moira shooking aff dust from her skirt with a smile on her face. Your bag had gotten lost in the middle of teleporting, same as your shoes, leaving you barefoot and in a summer dress. 

“For the first traveler, you did well. Next time do not let my hand go.”

“I do not intend on doing this again.”

“At least not in the near future,” Moira said before opening her arms and smiling. “Welcome home.” 

You had landed in the middle of a big plain, surrounded by hundreds of trees on one side and enormous mountains on another side. The ground was not cold, but the rocks under your feet hurt, as you made a move. Deers were running in a distance, far away from you, jumping over a fallen maple. Birds were chirping in a distance, and a soft rumble of the near river could be heard.

Nature was beautiful around you. It was the only thing that you missed by living in the city, besides your siblings. 

You looked back at Moira, who was talking to a squirrel on her shoulder and stroking its red fur.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere.”

“What’s next?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Follow your heart, it will show the way.” It made you roll your eyes again. Moira had started talking again in riddles. “You will find him, the road is going to take you to him.”

“I think I deserve to know who I have to meet.”

“Destinated to meet. There is a difference. And as I told you - he will tell you his name, do not worry. Good luck on your journey, and remember - follow your heart and do not give up on him.”

Before you could open your mouth, she vanished, leaving you all alone in the strange land, far away from everyone and everything you knew.

It took you about twenty minutes to wrap your head around everything that had happened and decide your next move. You were slightly skeptical about all of this, believing that it was some kind of dream or illusion because you would have never agreed to follow the mysterious lady through the portal in normal circumstances. Even if all of this was real.

Before accompanying your siblings to the train station, you had shared a few drinks that they had taken with them from home, and maybe this could be the result of it. You could not recall that you had consumed too much alcohol, but did truly someone ever do?

After a short, yet intense battle with your internal voice, you decided to move. The howling wolves in the distance did not increase your desire to stay. And if this had truly happened - you teleported to another realm, your true home - you had to find answers and find the mysterious man Moira had talked about.

Moira. Her name sounded familiar. You were sure that you had heard about it in history or culturology lessons in high school, but it did not ring any bells in your head. One day you would find out what it meant.

Your legs started moving closer to the forest, opposite where the howling came. On the edge of the forest, the ground under you changed. Soft most helped to ease your steps, giving you a small relive after walking above the rocks. As you went deeper, the landscape around you changed.

Oaks and maples changed spruces and pine trees that were growing very close to each other. Fallen trees became less and less, but at the same time scrubs seemed to appear more. Some of them hid small eyes that were scared by the strange introducer. The sounds of the river became quiet and soon were gone.

With every step, you went further away from calmness, possible civilization and safety. The scene around you changed rapidly, and it became more alive, wild and dangerous with every step you took.

You did not know how long you had been walking but from the disappearing sun rays, you knew that it was coming close to dark. Your legs were hurting from walking barefoot and nonstop for many hours, you were thirsty and starving, and when the wind blow you were cold.

You continued to walk, trying to find a place where to spend the night, but nothing did attract you. It was almost impossible to climb trees around you, as branches were mostly broken. You did not like the idea of sleeping in mosses, where many insects could live, possibly even poisonous. 

Animals were moving around the forest, even the dangerous ones, like wolves and bears, and you did not want to get killed by them. Since you left the plain, there had not been another one where you could make a small camp and light a campfire, at least try to do it.

Another hour had gone. The forest was dark, almost impossible to see thought. The only things that guided you through were your ears and the sensation under your feet and arms, as you touched trees. A howling of a wolf scared you. The predator was not far from you.

Suddenly you saw a light in distance. Looking closer, you recognized it as a campfire, and let out a breath you were holding. It was better than spending the night in absolute darkness, surrounded by wildness. As you took steps closer, you hoped that it was not some maniac, creep or rapist that would take advantage of you.

From a distance, you saw a horse, tied up against the tree, eating hay from a bag in front of him. Near its feet laid a few bags, some of them open, clothes, some covered in blood, spilling out of it. There was a sword put against the tree, covered in dried blood. You were sure that it was blood because you had seen a lot of it in your life.

On the other side of the small camp, with his back against a fallen tree, half lying, half sitting, was a man. His hair was as white as the first snow in November, yet full of dirt and dried blood on the ends, most likely from some fight. His bare torso was covered in dark hair and big scars, let from many battles that he had survived. His muscular tights were hidden under dark trousers, and his left tight was covered in a white bandage that was covered in blood too. 

He was injured, and your inner voice told you to go and help him, but you could not move your legs. Another voice in you, more rational, told you to run, without looking back, since he seemed dangerous, very strong and could kill you with his bare arms. But you were drawn to him. There was something that called for you, beckoned to reduce the distance between him.

You did not have any other choice. You were alone in an unknown land, in a strange universe, alone in god-knows-where without anything to help you survive the night. It was either him or wildness around you, and the choice seemed obvious.

As silently as you could, you made your way toward the mysterious man, not wanting to disturb him from his peaceful sleep. When you were a few feet away from him, you saw that sweat was covering his chest, his arms, his neck and face. His eyes were moving under his eyelids, and he seemed in pain.

Something inside you stirred, and you almost ran to him, as the force had pulled you to him. Jumping over trees and rocks, you ran as fast as you could in the dark, clutching your dress in your arm.

When you finally had made it to him, you fell by his side on your knees, scratching them, and tried to feel his pulse. His heart was beating faster than it was supposed to, and he had a fever.

“Can you hear me?” You shook him a little bit by his shoulders but did not get any response. When you tried again, this time speaking more loudly, he still was unconscious.

With a fast look over his body to look for any other signs, your eyes caught the bandage on his leg. Even without removing it, you saw blood pouring out of the wound on the ground. There was not much time to think about sterility, and even if you did you could not provide it here. 

You tore off a piece of your dress skirt, a clear one and wrapped it over the wound. The man grunted when you made a knot, and you hoped that it would wake up, but it did not happen. 

After changing his position to lie down, you took a look at your surroundings. There wasn’t any river or pond near whose water you would use to cool him down or wash your hands, before taking a look at his would. There weren’t any medications that would help reduce his fever or anything that would help you at all.

With one eye on the sleeping man, you decided to look at his bags. Most of them were filled with random things, useless in your situation, You were lucky to find a clean t-shirt that looked like one in the history books, something that looked like a pillow, a duvet and one bottle of water, half full. At the bottom of the last bag, you found a needle and thread and took them with you too. Just in case. After all, he had a bleeding wound.

The man was heavy, and it took you some time to move his body. In the hospital, it took three people to move heavy patients from bed to bed, but at the moment it was only you. Your stomach hurt from his weight, but you had no time to relax.

You tore off another part of your dress and with it swept the sweat off his body, lingering a little longer over his scars. The wounds must have been deep and severe, leaving scars like this. You wondered how he could be alive after this much trauma because an average human would have bled to death before help could have arrived.

With struggle, you managed to get the clean shirt over his big body. Although he had a fever, you did want to get him sicker from the dropping air temperature and winds that were blowing around. You put the pillow under his head and made sure that he was warm, before moving your attention to his wound.

The blood had managed to get through the torn piece of dress that you had put over. With a small amount of water, you cleaned your hands and slowly took off the cloth pieces that covered the wound.

The stitches that were supposed to keep the would close were torn off, causing more damage to the skin around it. You saw where blood was coming from, and knew that you had to take care of it before sewing the wound shut.

As fast as you could, yet carefully, trying not to damage any more skin or cause more blood loss, you sew the wound shut, before cleaning the needle and tread with water. You decided to put stitches close to each other, avoiding the torn skin and reducing the risk of stitches getting torn again.

The stitches were not your best masterpiece, but they would work. One scar more, one less - being alive was more important. 

After the small “procedure” you washed your hands, tore your dress again and put the torn piece around the wound, to reduce the risk of infections. 

The air temperature was lowering, making you shiver. The campfire did not help much, as it was close to burning out. To not lose your light and heat source, you walked around, trying to find logs and branches. 

You almost yelled and dropped your findings when your feet stepped onto something soft that was laying on the ground. With the small light that was coming from the campfire in distance, you saw that it was a bunny. He was laying on the ground, blinking his dark eyes and looking at you with terror. The bunnies usually ran after meeting someone that seemed dangerous to them, mostly humans.

The bunny did not move but continued to lie down. It did not long to understand that something was wrong with him. Carefully not to cause any more damage, you lifted him up and put on the logs near your breasts. 

Back in the camp, you put the bunny down and quickly put the logs in the campfire. Instantly, the fire grew bigger, making the surroundings brighter and the air warmer. Then you returned to the injured bunny who was laying a few feet away. 

You were not a veterinarian, but you tell that his front leg was broken and that he was missing a piece from his right ear. You started with stitching close the wound, and then with small branches you made an orthosis to help his leg heal.

“There you go, little one.” You put him back on his feet, but he did not run away. You watched, as he slowly jumped to the horse that you had forgotten about and raised on his feet to get a piece of hay for himself. Together they continued to eat from the bag, making you smile.

Tonight you had helped two different patients. The small bunny looked ready to go back to his natural habitat, while the sleeping man’s tomorrow was unknown. You did not know how much blood he had lost, nor how severe and how long he had been having this fever. The night will determine his fate, and you had no other choice but to wait for the morning to come.

As you sat next to the sleeping man, enjoying the calm night and heat that was coming from the fire, you could not stop wondering about the mysterious land you were in.

It was no different from yours, having the same nature - plants and animals. Everything looked the same, except the sleeping man next to you. Was he a human at all? It was rare to see people this young with white hair, in most cases they had an inherited disease. With the things in his bag and the clothes he was wearing, he looked like a resident of the thirteenth century. Nowadays nobody dressed like him, only for Halloween, costume parties or roles.

His scars looked brutal, and you could not stop yourself from wondering where he had gotten him or what was his name. 

“Follow your heart, it will show the way.” You had followed the path that felt safe and found him, needing help.

“Your time is not up yet, but his will if you do not help him”. You had helped him. You had cleaned and stitched up his wound and tried everything you could to stop his fever, even if there wasn’t much to do. You had saved his life, but you weren’t sure if it will be enough for him to get through the night.

Was he the man Moira had talked about? The one destinated for you, the one who needed saving…

“Who are you?” You asked him, as the sleep overtook you hours later. Little did you know, that Geralt had asked the same question hours ago.

To be continued…

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[mrsavery]

Hot mama

Captain Syverson x Reader

REQUEST

Summary: Based on the song Hot Mama by Trace Adkins (link)

Warnings: angst, mentions of painful labor and c-section, low self-esteem, insecure reader, extra weight, breastfeeding, dirty talk?, soft Syverson

Words: 2k

It was early Sunday morning, your husband was snoring next to you, children were sleeping in their rooms, and you tried your hardest to sleep too. Even with your eyes closed, his hand over your stomach and keeping you hot, the thoughts could not stop running around your head.

Living in a small city had its perks. It was good for raising children in a small community where everyone knew everyone, and you did not have to be afraid of something happening to your family. If you needed the help of any kind - someone to babysit, repair the roof, or deliver groceries - there was always somebody that will help you with a smile.

Yet, there were also bad things that came with it. Rumors spread faster than flu in the autumn season, everyone always had an opinion on how you should do things, what to make for dinner, how to fix the broken fence, or how to find a husband. The elderly ladies liked to place bets on who would sleep with who, who would get pregnant by whom, or when they would break up.

But the worst were housewives and single mothers. In a population of around two thousand, there weren’t many of them. They spent their days meeting up in cafes or parks and chatting about other families, mostly, talking around their backs and accenting their wrong-doing.

Last night you and Sy had gone out and gotten dinner in his favorite restaurant. It was rare for both of you to get out of the house and spent time alone, knowing that you had three small children, the oldest being only four and the youngest being six months old.

You could remember it all. 

The stares of people in the restaurant.

Their voices behind your back.

She still hasn’t lost the weight…

He is going to leave her, not his children, he is going to take care of them…

How can he still love her?

“Ignore them,” Sy had said, as soon as you had made your way to the table. “They are just jealous.”

But what if they were right?

It’s been six months since you had given birth to your youngest. The pregnancy was not easy, and you had spent most of it on bed rest, watching Netflix while Sy and your mother had done the house works and taken care of the children. You had gained extra pounds from constant sugar cravings and spending your time in bed, not able to exercise.

The labor you would never be able to forget. The pain had been stronger than in previous ones, and you had almost bled to death if doctors had not decided to perform a c-section. You remember holding Sy’s hand through it, him talking about the future of the family of five and you hoping that everything would be fine with the baby.

“This is the last one,” Sy had said, as he held his youngest in his hand. When he looked up, his eyes were filled with tears. “I do not want you to go through this again.”

Looking in a mirror, you saw a completely different person. Your body was not as fit as it was when you had met Sy years ago. There were stretch marks covering your body. Your hips were wider, and you had extra weight around your belly and thighs. You would never be the same woman again, the one your husband had fallen in love with all these years ago.

The old clothes that you wore before pregnancy did not fit you, and you had no other choice but to wear Sy’s t-shirts and track pants around the house. You did not have time to work out and take care of yourself, like going to the spa or manicure. It was hard to have time for yourself when your husband was working most of the day and you were left taking care of the children.

Sy was a perfect husband and father. He always found time to spend with kids and help you with cooking, ignoring his need for sleep. He never complained about the changes in your body, never said that you needed to change, get rid of extra weight, or start looking at yourself.

“I love you no matter what.” He had said last night, after arriving home. “You are amazing, and I could not ask for a better wife and mother of my children.” 

You loved and were proud of your body for what it had done. It had been their home for nine months, carried life and taken care of it, protected it against all the wrongs and dangers of life. It had gone through painful and endless hours-long labor to only bring a new person into this world. It produced milk to feed the small miracles in your arms and provided them with nutrients.

Yet, you never stopped wanting your “old” body back, the one before children. Seeing all those slim and fit women around you, in the grocery stores, in parks, on the streets - you were jealous of them, of their bodies. Deep inside you knew - no matter how hard you tried, you would never get that body back.

And the fear of Sy leaving you one day was also there. 

What if he decided that you were not enough for him? What if you could not satisfy him with your body anymore? What if he found someone better? Someone younger, someone without stretch marks or extra weight. Someone more beautiful…

You did not want to think of it. Seeing that it was a little after eight, you decided to get up and start making breakfast. It was hard to make Sy move his arm off your body, without him mumbling about you leaving him alone, but eventually you managed to do it.  

“Someone had to make breakfast.” You said to him, putting your legs down on the carpet.

“The breakfast can wait.” He said back and tried moving you closer to him. 

“The children cannot. I will take care of it, you can sleep.” It earned a groan from him, but Sy allowed you to get up.

You put on Sy’s old t-short and track pants over your naked body, not bothering to find any underwear,  and left the room, leaving your husband asleep in the bed. After a quick look at the two oldest ones, you found your youngest wide awake in his bed, kicking his feet.

“Good morning, baby!” He smiled, upon hearing your voice, and started to move even more actively. “Did you have a good night?” 

Your youngest one was the most active of your children, always moving around, throwing his arms and kicking his legs around, making it hard to dress him. Changing his diaper was the easiest part, compared to getting on his clothes. It took you ten minutes to get him ready.

On your way down, he started to get fussy and tried to bite your breasts through the shirt. It was a usual activity for him, signalizing that he was hungry and wanted to eat. When you sat down on the couch and moved up your shirt, he instantly pounced onto your nipple and started eating.

The living room was a mess. Children’s toys were everywhere, three dirty socks were laying under the coffee table while on it was empty boul and two mugs filled with water. Pictures on the walls were turned upside down, there was a stain on the white rug near your feet and -

“What’s on breakfast?” You heard your husband ask, as he walked down the stairs. He stopped on the last step of the stairs and looked around the messy room. “Was it here yesterday?”

You noded. “It must have been. We did not turn the light on yesterday exactly.”

“How did my mother let this happen?”

“She loves her grandchildren, and besides - our children are unstoppable.”

Sy sat down next to you and smiled at your youngest in your arms. “Enjoy while you can. Soon it will be only mine again.”

“Sy!”

“What? It’s not like he is going to eat milk for the rest of his life.” You did not say anything. “And you are one hell of a woman - beautiful, smart and extremely sexy.”

“You know it is not true.” 

“Do not let those evil women get in your brain.” 

“But they are right. I haven’t lost the extra weight that I gained with pregnancy. My body has changed, and I will never get it back, no matter how much I want it.”

“Hon,’ Sy put his fingers under your jaw and made you look at him. “You are still beautiful to me and always will be. I love how your body has changed over the years, and, truly, I do not want you to have your previous body back. Do you know why? Because this body - ” His eyes moved all over your body, just as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “This body has done wonders. It carried my children, our children, for nine months, and then endured hours in pain to only bring them into the light. Your beasts, your lovely breasts, have fed our little ones and provided them with all the nutrients they needed.

All scars and stretch marks prove that you loved me enough to agree to have children with me, to make a family with me. ” With his lips, Sy kissed away the tears that had fallen from your eyes and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to bring you closer to his body.

“To be speaking truly, I find you incredibly sexy by walking around in my clothes all the time. It turns me on, and I wanna bend you over the closest surface I can. When I see you taking care of our little monsters, it makes me want to have you pregnant all the time because I know that I have the right woman by my side.

You should not care what others think of you, and do you know why?” 

You looked at him. “Why?”

“Because the only opinion that matters is only yours. Not mine, not our children or parents - only yours.”

Sy pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you closed your eyes. You did not know before how much you needed to hear him say all those things before, for him to say that you were beautiful and sexy even after three kids.

“I will love you no matter what because you have all I ever have wanted. You have put up with my demons, fought them with me, and yet you never left. You stayed when I was at my lowest, and it made me only love you more. 

When I look at you at night, soundly sleeping against my chest, I cannot stop thanking the universe for making you fall in love with me and deciding to become my wife, my best friend, my whole life. Without you, I am nothing, [Y/N], no one.”

You were in tears from his words. Sy was not a man of many words, his actions spoke more than anything, and he never liked to talk about his feelings. His words brought tears to you and gave reassurance that he loved you and found you still sexy. You were beautiful to him.

With one hand on his rough cheek and the other around your baby, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him with all the passion you had. There wasn’t much you could say after his confession, but you could show him how you feel with your lips. Later you would show him more.

“I love you, Sy.” You said while trying to return your breathing to normal. Your youngest was unbothered by the kiss since all he cared about was getting his breakfast, just like his father.

“And I love you, do not evet doubt my love for you.” Sy smiled at you and skipped his hand over your child’s soft hair. “Do let those old cunts talk. They are only jealous, because their husbands do not love them as much as I love you, and do not fuck them every night until exhaustion with kids in near rooms.”

“Sy!” 

[mrsavery]

Destiny - part two

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader [female]

Warnings: bad parents, children abandonment, mention of sex, losing virginity and drunk people, a little bit of angst, cursing, stubborn reader, little bit of racism

Words: 2,5k

DESTINY’S MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS PART

It took you six long years to get your degree and with a proud smile say “I’m a doctor”. A doctor resident for now, but it did not make a big difference for you. After all, you would be helping people, saving lives and making a big difference for someone.

As you were climbing on the stage to receive your diploma, you could not stop thinking about the endless nights you had spent learning all bones, muscles, and nerves, all the tears that had fallen while getting ready for your colloquiums and exams, all the things you had to sacrifice to fulfill your dream.

You had moved from your small town to the capital when you had gotten into the university, leaving all your friends, your first and only boyfriend and family members. It had been an easy decision because getting a degree was more important than staying in the town. If you had not left, you would have married your boyfriend or any other guy that you had grown up with, given birth to at least three children, and become a stay-at-home mom while your husband would work in the local foresty.

Your parents did not care about your education. All you were for them was one of the nine children, right in the middle, always forgotten. You were lucky to have older siblings that took care of you, helped you in school, and cooked dinner while your parents worked in the field.

As time went by, one by one they left the crowded family home, and soon it was your time to leave. Unlike your oldest siblings, you decided to try to get into university, since you had excellent grades, and there was a chance you got a government-subsidized place. And you got it.

Your boyfriend was an asshole, never truly supporting you and caring about your thoughts, your dreams and your opinion. For him, you were just a trophy, something beautiful to show off and be proud of having, and a bed-warmer when he had a hard day or when he was simply horny. He saw you for nothing more than a simple fuck, maybe a mother of his children one day if he decided to settle down.

As the train moved further away from the station and your siblings' faces vanished, you knew that you had made the right decision. There was no future for you in your hometown, never was, and never would be. Your ex-boyfriend was quickly forgotten, leaving all of his influence, negativity and toxicity behind, while you started a new life in the capital.

“Congratulations!” The rector said with a proud smile, as you were taken back to the present moment. You had been one of the most brilliant and promising students he had seen in his life, and he knew that you had a bright future ahead as a doctor.

“Thank you!” You could barely hold your tears back. You shook his hand, and together you posed for a photographer before walking down the stage to sit back in your place.

Somewhere in the crowd were three of your siblings - younger twin brothers and an older sister with her spouse and their three children. The rest of your family could not come or simply had not wanted to. After all, in their eyes, you were the one who left and betrayed them, by choosing a better life and working hard to earn it.

For years you had been barely holding yourself together, trying your best to survive and not to drown in the sea of Latin terms, endless lists of medication and being in a room where a choice between life and death was made. In the middle of it all, you had fought your inner demons - thinking you were not good enough and would never achieve your dream.

Yet you had proved them otherwise.

You swept away a tear that had fallen from your eye, as the train moved further away from the central station. You stayed until it vanished from your sign and waited for a few more minutes, before starting your journey home.

You and your singlings met on rare occasions, two or three times a year. They always came to you, stayed in your rented small one-bedroom apartment near the university for a few days, and later left with the last train. Even in summer, when you had a break from learning and had a vacation from work, you never returned home. There was no point in going back to the place where nobody wanted you.

Since it was a warm June evening, you decided against using public transport. The way back home was not that far, only a few kilometers.

The streets were full of people since it was Thursday evening. Many tourists walked past you with maps in their hands and talking in languages you could not understand. Teenagers were sneaking around small passageways of the old city, trying to find a place where undisturbed kiss and lose their virginity.

Drunk men tried to make a conversation with you, asking about the best place to have dinner and a good hotel where to spend the night if everything went smooth. You ignored him, quickly walking away from the lively square and ignoring the looks you received from men around.

You were a beautiful young woman, there was no denying it. If you had learned something from living in the capital then it was being confident in your body, your curves and your choices of food. Nobody could decide what you should wear, how to behave, what to eat and in whose bed to wake up. You were your own life’s determinant.

As you walked in the park, a few blocks away from your apartment, you decided to stay a little bit longer outside and sat on the empty bench. The laughter of children from the near playground could be heard, making something inside of you stir.

It was feeling, longing for something you did not have, but desperately wanted. A child. A child of your own, somebody to call yours.

Many of your friends had taken a few years off after graduation to form their own families - get married, move to another city, become parents. They had somebody that loved them unconditionally, that wanted to spend the rest of their lives with and grow old. While you had no one.

You had been too busy with getting the degree that you had put dating in the other plan. You had gone out on dates when it was possible and had two one-night stands that you were not proud of, since you had been drunk, horny and lonely. They had wanted a future, stability and affection - none that you could provide at the moment. You had been too focused on the education that you had put your feelings aside, almost forgetting about them.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” A woman’s voice returned you from your daydreaming. You found her sitting next to, with crossed legs and daisies in her hands. She wasn’t looking at you, but children that were running in a distance. “The children.”

“Oh.” You moved your gaze towards them too. “They look happy.”

“Because they are. There is nothing far more beautiful than being a carefree child, running around and chasing your friends, playing hide and seek with your parents, not knowing anything about the dangers and darkness of this world.”

She spoke in a soft tone, having an accent. Your native language was hard, one of the hardest ones, yet the woman spoke like she was the master of it, like she owned it. There was love in her dark eyes when she looked at the children and their parents who were sitting at the side and watching their moves.

Her skin was dark, a rarety in this region. People that went by us, could not stop staring and whispering about her appearance, yet she was not affected by it. She chose to focus her attention on flying birds above you, blooming bushes around and the soft wind that blew your hair.

“It never disappears.” She said with closed eyes. “The stares, the whispers, the disguise in their eyes… People never change, but I have learned how to live with it.”

“It must be exhausting.” You added. “Living in a world where many despise you for your skin color, your culture, your history.”

“That’s the nature of humans. We tend to like people similar to us, not only by skin color, race or family background but also by beliefs, like, favorite music genre and choice of dinner. And the ones that are different, are seen as nobody important, not a human with rights, thoughts and feelings at all.”

Her words echoed in your head. Not because they had hurt you, but because they were hurting others - people like her. Although the civilization on this planet had gotten smarter and more educated with each century, some things were hard to change.

“Do not take it to your heart, dear.” She put a hand on your shoulder and made you look at her face. “It’s not your battle to fight. You are destinated to participate in more important battles that you do not know at the moment, saving those who need to be saved.”

“How do you know it?”

“I’ve been here for a very long time and seen many things. If you are fighting a battle that was not meant for you, you will lose either way.”

The silence followed. You looked back at the happy children and wished to be a child again. It did not matter that you had had a shitty childhood and had to grow up quickly because even in the darkness you saw the chance of happiness. You enjoyed your time with your siblings and your shared baths and beds. Every day that you could spend outside, running after neighbors' dogs and playing ball with your friends, had been truly magical.

“The carefree days are going to find you again.”

“I’m not so sure about it, - ” You did not know the woman’s name. She had sat by your side for at least twenty minutes, given a meaningful message and ignored all the stares that she had received from mean people. You felt like she had given you a part of her soul, but her name was still a mystery to you.

“Moira, that’s how friends call me.

“And I’m [Y/N].”

“Oh, I know it, my child.” She looked up at the sky, smiling at the clouds moving and the sun setting in the distance. Her eyes did not move in your direction, as she spoke to you, yet you could not keep yours from her.

Moira had known your name, and you could not remember telling her it. There was something about this woman, something you could not express with words. She did not seem dangerous. There weren’t any weapons, at least none that you could see.

“I am not dangerous, at least not to those who do not deserve it.”

“I do not understand.”

“Not everything is understandable. Knowledge comes with time, although, I cannot say that you are empty-headed. You know a lot of things, more than most humans. I believe your head is full of wisdom and lessons, yet some things are still unknown to you.”

You could not figure out what she was talking about. She was talking in riddles, her words concealed a hidden message that your brain failed to understand at the moment. It was like she had taken all your power to think and made you listen to whatever she said.

“Can you, please, explain what do you mean by this all?” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned to the side, giving your full attention to Moira, although you weren’t sure that it was her name after all.

“I told you - time will give you all the answers you need.”

“What if I do not have time? Maybe I am - “

“You are not dying.”

“How can you know it? Who are you?”

“I know it, you will have to trust me. Your time is not up yet, but his will if you do not help him.”

If it wasn’t enough, Moira started to talk to someone too, someone you did not know or could not recognize by referring to as ‘his’. At first, you could understand her words, but now - everything was in chaos. “Who is he?”

“The one you are waiting for.”

Very helpful. You thought to yourself. It does not give a fucking clue.

“Where is he?”

“Everything happens for a reason in this life. You were made for him, and he was for you. It is that simple. When you will meet him, you will know.” And again she chose not to give you a real answer.

All Moira had said were riddles and insane things that did not make sense, only confused you more and more. You stood up to leave, getting tired of her wasting your time, out of nowhere knowing your name and not giving you real answers to questions.

She took your wrist in her strong grip, as you stood up, and forced you to sit back. Your back met the hard backrest, and you yelled in pain.

“One as stubborn as other.” She whispered under her nose, although you were able to hear it. And at that moment you acknowledged that her accent was suddenly gone, had been for a few minutes now. Who was she?

“There are going to be many obstacles in your way, but together you will be able to overcome them. All you have to do is believe, and not give up on yourself and him.

This world is not yours, never was. It only hid you from the demons and horrors of your true home, and it’s time to return to it.”

“Where is home?”

“He needs you, just as much as you need him.”

“Right, my prince charming.” You rolled your eyes.

It did make her laugh. “He is no prince, he is far from it, yet he is the one made for you.”

“Who is he?”

“He goes by many names, but you will figure out which one he prefers.”

She let go of your wrist and stood up. “Come, it’s time for you to return where you belong.”

“And if I do not want it?”

“You do not have a choice. Your return was written in the stars centuries ago, long before you were born. One way or another you are going to leave this realm and return where you truly belong. All you need to do is take my hand.”

“I do not have a choice, do I?”

She shook her head. “It is not going to hurt.”

With unsteady steps, you stood up and put your arm in hers, while chuckling your small bag in another one. “Can I at least get my belongings from my apartment?”

“You won’t need them.” She pulled me closer to her, making our bodies collide. “Ready?”

“No.”

“At least it was an honest answer. Close your eyes, it will be easier.”

And you did.

To be continued…

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[mrsavery]

Destiny - part one

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader [female]

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of rape, anger, angst, Geralt being Geralt, some curse words

Words: 2,3k

DESTINY’S MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS PART

Geralt grunted as he pushed the sword deeper into the monster’s stomach, twisting it, causing more pain. He could have easily killed it by slaying its main artery in the neck or plunging his sword directly into its heart. This creature had been terrorizing the peaceful inhabitants of the near village, hidden in mountains, far from civilization, newest discoveries and words that carried news from the continent and the world itself. Innocent children had been killed while collecting berries and flowers in the forest. The monster had taken young women, caused them pain and left them in a pool of their blood to die, painfully wishing for their last heartbeat to come sooner.

Once a lonely and heartbroken scientist with crazy and dangerous ideas, now an unrecognizable monster that had lost humanity, compassion and morals. He had turned into a true monster, the one he had wished to create for his own needs. Destiny had a strange way of being.

The witcher himself was not a saint either, yet his sins did not stand near the monsters. Witchers were trained not to show and feel any emotions, ignore their inner voice and erase any morals they had. It took years for him to master this ability, having gone through many experiences and body modifications that he never wanted to remember.

Geralt wanted the creature to feel the pain. He wanted to make the monster's last moments of life painful, horrible and unbearable, make them feel everything the women felt when he took them, taking away their innocence and chance of a happy future. Tearing apart his body, part by part, as he had done to his victims, making him wish for death, hoping that the last rise of witcher’s sword would be the last one.

The unsuccessful experiment fell on the cold ground with a painful moan, as Geralt took out his sword from its’ chest and then thrust it back inside, turning it around causing more damage and pain.

Geralt always tried to do his job fast and without redundant steps, yet this time he was ready to spend more time than intended to cause pain before enjoying the pleasure of killing.

Ignoring the pain in his ribcage and bleeding wound in his right tight, Geralt continued to thrust his sword into the monster who was laying limb at his feet, having no energy to move or fight back. Despite not making any movements, Gerald could hear the faith heartbeat of the creature's heart, knowing that it was not dead, yet.

The witcher could have used his sword to puncture the monster’ barely beating heart. He could have left it dying in his pool of blood while tending his own wound, and when he would be done - so would be the creature.

Geralt removed the sword from the creature’s chest and let it fall against his legs, marking the ground with dirty blood. He crouched down, pressing his uninjured leg against the monster’s stomach, and put his hand in its chest where blood was floating from an enormous wound. It was easy to locate the heart, as it was the only undamaged thing there. Under the witcher’s strong hand, the small movements of an organ could be barely felt. With one last squeeze that earned another painful moan from the creature, he pulled out the heart and let it fall in the dirt where it belonged.

When the sun rose again, Geralt walked into the village with the dead body of the monster over his shoulder. The pain in his ribcage was forgotten, the same as his poorly stitched wound on his leg that hurt every time he moved. Later he would change the bondage, maybe even stitch it again, but now all he wanted was to leave.

Before Geralt could make another step, the major of the village came out of his house surrounded by three of his men and with a bag of coins in his hand.

“Is that the monster?” The major asked, yet did not move from his spot. There was disgust in his eyes, and Geralt could not figure out if it was dedicated to him or the dead body on his shoulders. “Is it dead?”

“Yes.” Geralt was not a man of many words. He preferred less talking, asking direct questions to get all the necessary, yet minimal information for his work and finish as fast as possible.

He had done what was asked - killed the monster. He had taken the corpse to the village to prove its death. Four men were enough to confirm that he had done his job and earned the money he was promised.

“Are there others… like him?”

“No.”

“Are you sure there aren’t others?” Asked one of the men in the back, too scared to look in the witcher’s eyes.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to take him with you?” Asked again the same man.

“If you wish.”

“Did you check its heartbeat before taking him to us?”

“I ripped the heart out.”

Geralt was getting angry, and the major saw it. Before the man could ask another question, he threw the bag of money witcher’s way that Geralt easily caught.

“There is your money, witcher. Take the monster with you. People do not need to see it. Thank you for taking care of it… and saving our children.” One by one all men left the square and returned to their homes, leaving Geralt and the dead monster alone.

Putting monster on Rouch’s back was not easy with his injured leg. On his way back to the tree in a secluded area where he had left his companion, his leg had started hurting, making it almost impossible to walk. All his potions had been shared in his recent fight with Bruxa and later with Striga, and he was not able to get in touch with Nenneke to ask for new potions. He had no other choice but to endure the pain, even if was almost impossible.

“Your leg is hurting, Witcher.” Came voice from the darkness, startling Geralt. He took his blood-covered sword in his hands and looked around. He could not see, nor feel the presence of anyone around. He took a step away from Roach and looked around again.

The sun was slowly rising, making it possible to see through the hundreds of trees that hid secrets of the forest, one that he had killed not an hour ago. Carefully Geralt listened to the sounds, the soft winds and movements of grass, trying to hear another heartbeat, trying to locate the person who had addressed him.

“No need to be afraid of me. I come with peace.” Voice came from his left side. There was no one, just the leaves moving with the wind, and a rabbit jumping in the distance.

“Show yourself.” He demanded, taking another step closer to the forest. As he took a step, the rabbit took off, running deeper into the wildness.

“You can put your sword away. I do not want to kill you.”

Geralt turned around, and this time he found the source of the voice. A few feet away, just near the east side of the forest stood a young woman with skin as dark as the night and hair red as the fire. She stood with grace and radiated power, and suddenly everything around them fell silent. Her bare feet touched the dirt, as she moved closer, never minding the cold.

“Who you are?”

“I have many names.” She smiled. “But none is truly mine… Are you going to hold that sword up all day?”

Geralt grunted and put away the sword. His enchanted senses had not picked another person near him. Was he really that hurt that his super-hearing had abandoned him or she was not a human at all?

“Your senses haven’t abandoned you.” As hearing his thoughts, she answered. The smile was gone, and her eyes were filled with sorrow. She stopped near Roach and let her fingers slide through his brown mane. “But they will if you won’t get help.”

“I do not need help.”

She shook her head. “Your leg is hurt.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and moved to collect his bags from the ground. “It’s nothing I haven’t had before. It will heal.”

“Are you sure? Your leg shows otherwise.”

This time he did not answer but continued collecting his bags and adjusting them on Roach. The pain in his leg was getting unbearable, but he would not show it. The woman did not know anything about him, his past, or more serious injuries he had had and that he had survived them all. Once he would be back on the road and got rid of the monster’s dead body, he would contact Nenneke and get his potions and heal his leg.

“The death can not be beaten. A person can only alienate it, getting more time and enjoying moments of being alive, spending them with his loved ones and hoping to see them in another life.”

When Geralt did not grant her another reply, she continued to talk, carefully watching his every step.

She had met a lot of men in her life - stubborn, greedy, arrogant, authoritative, proud… Her memory was filled with them, their lives, the choices they had made, leading them towards their fate. Some had gotten lost in the flow of life, changed for the worst and lost all their humanity.

She saw the greatness in this man. She saw the road he was promised at his birth but had lost a long time ago. He needed guidance to find the way back to it, he just had to wait a little longer for it.

When she had not said a word for the whole time he was sorting his stuff, the witcher finally got enough. When Geralt turned around, she was no longer by his side, but sitting on the rock not far away.

“The death is calling for you. It is waiting, watching your every step.”

“Why are you here?”

“To talk.”

“And yet I haven’t heard anything coherent.”

“You do not want to listen, Witcher.”

“I head every word you said.”

The mysterious woman stood, yet did not make a move. Geralt was watching her, trying to figure out her and what she could possibly want from him. There was not much he had to give.

“Sometimes the message is not hidden in the words.”

Geralt had enough of her incomprehensible speech. At the moment he did the only thing he was trained to do - attack, hoping to get her in his arms and demand answers. He took his sword but collapsed in pain when stepping on his left foot. It fell near his side, while he clutched his thigh trying to ease the pain.

The mysterious woman looked at him in sorrow again. “Once she comes home, she will take care of you witcher. All you need is to survive this night.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Not what, but about who. She will need your guidance. She will need you to protect her. She will need you, as much as you will need her.”

“If you are talking about - “

“I am not talking about your child of surprise.” She stood up, letting her skirt fall. She walked towards Geralt and crouched in front of him, leaving a small distance between them. For his own sake, not hers. He could not hurt her, not without her by his side. “Your child is also waiting, but she needs both of you. Only with her by your side, you will be able to claim her as your own and save her from all dangers.”

The thoughts about claiming his child of surprise made Geralt sick. He had never wanted her, nor that stupid reward of the law of surprise. Once he had figured out that Pavetta was pregnant, the witcher had refused to accept his price and left the Cintra, never intending to return.

There was no place for a child in his life. Not now, not ever. With his lifestyle, they would be on move constantly. There would be no place to be called home, no place where to return after a hard day. Geralt could not provide the child with love, take care of it as his own. He was not the father material, and the mutations had done him a favor - making him sterile.

Geralt did not take his eyes off the mysterious woman. There was no proof that she was indeed a human. She looked like one, yet there was no heartbeat or heat radiating from her body. He had met a lot of creatures in his long life - good and bad, but never one like this.

She moved with grace, her eyes were innocent and full of love most of the time she looked at the nature around her. But when her eyes met Geralt’s, her posture changed. The power and danger seemed coming from her, directed towards him, intending to scare him. Little did she know that Geralt was not afraid. He did not have fears.

“Who is she?” He wanted to ask. Before he could ask, the woman had stood up and answered his question.

“You will soon find out.” Once again it did not mean anything to Geralt. He tried getting up, but the pain did not allow it. “Who are you?” He asked one more time, trying to get at least one answer, as she started to walk away.

The mysterious woman did not turn away to face him, but he heard her words perfectly, as they were carried by the wind before she disappeared into the forest. “You know who I am, Witcher.”

To be continued...

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Destiny - prologue

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader [female]

Warnings: none

DESTINY'S MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

in a far land

never known to anyone

from this time

she will be born

take her first breath

hidden from the evil

of this world

she will bring peace

she will be the answer

we have been looking for centuries

her heart will be the most prised jewelry

many will be ready to spill blood

only to have it in their hands

and rule over us, the mortals,

the one who possesses her heart

will not be the most powerful

because only voluntary received it

will be the greatest of us all

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Destiny MASTERLIST

Geralt of Rivia x Reader [Female]

Summary: Destiny can not be changed. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. No matter how hard you try to prove otherwise.

"You are a mysterious creature, [Y/N]," Geralt whispered in the silent night.

"No, I am just a human." She sadly smiled and looked over the calm lake. "An ordinary human being."

You never believed in destiny, until one night your life changed. In a strange universe, alone in a forest full of monsters, you found him bleeding and barely breathing. Little did you know that he wasn't the only one that needed saving.

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of rape, anger, angst, swearing, smut, fluff, stubborn Geralt, medical talks, age gap [the reader is 24]. More warnings will be given before each part.

!!! If you feel uncomfortable with any of the previously mentioned things, do not read further for your own good. !!!

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PART TWO

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Believing in miracles MASTERLIST

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: A girl grew up without believing in miracles until one found her.

Warnings: fluff, age gap (the reader is in the early 20s, Henry is in his late 30s), smut, sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity,  breastfeeding, a little bit of angst, but a happy ending, parent abandonment, a Christmas fiction.

Word count: 5,8k

Status: FINISHED

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Believing in miracles 3

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: A girl grew up without believing in miracles until one found her.

Warnings: fluff, age gap (the reader is in the early 20s, Henry is in his late 30s), breastfeeding, a happy ending, a Christmas fiction.

Words: 1,5k

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One year later

The whispers of your husband woke you up. “Do you know why Christmas Eve is special, Aurora?”

With a smile on your lips, you turned on your side and slowly opened your eyes, taking in the scene in front of you. Henry was sitting on the armchair in the corner with your infant daughter on his bare chest, while Kal laid at his feet.

“Because not only I made your mommy fall in love with me, but also we created you.”

“And daddy taught mommy how to love Christmas again.” Henry’s looked up at you and gave you a small smile, before pressing a kiss on your daughter's dark head and standing up.

“Good morning,” Henry pressed a kiss on your lips and sat down on the bed next to you. “She is still sleeping.”

You touched Aurora’s head and put your own on Henry’s shoulder. “We are so lucky to have her.”

“She is our little Christmas miracle.”

“And you are mine.” You kissed Henry again.

Last year you fell in love. The stranger you had met became your husband, the love of the life, and together you created a little miracle in his arms. Aurora Cavill had come into this world exactly nine months after last Christmas eve, having a singer's voice, a lot of dark hair and blue eyes as her father. From the first moment, she had everyone wrapped around her little finger, especially her father.

Henry likes getting up at night, changing her diapers and feeding your pumped milk when you are sleeping. He never complains because the little girl is his world, his little miracle that he had lost hope for. Dating had never been easy for Henry, due to his fame, and he had given up on finding his other half and becoming a parent until you came.

That is the reason why Henry did not wait long for proposing to you. Three weeks after the meeting, he got down on his knee in the same park and asked you to be his wife and share his life with you. It was also the same day you told him you were pregnant. That evening when you were tangled in the sheets and your naked body was in his arms, you announced the delightful news.

“You are going to be a dad, Henry.” You whispered and put his hand on your stomach where Aurora was growing. “We are going to be a family.”

Although the whole marriage and pregnancy thing had been an enormous surprise to both families and at first they were skeptical, over the months it all changed. They saw the happiness and love you and Henry shared, and soon everybody knew that you were meant to be.

Aurora stirred in Henry’s arms and let out a small cry. “I think she is hungry.”

Henry gave Aurora to you, carefully putting her into your arms, while you lowered the strap of your nightgown and freed your right breast. Soon enough your daughter found it and started sucking, and Henry put his arm around your shoulders.

“She is growing up so fast.” You touched Aurora’s soft waist. “It feels like she was only born yesterday, although it has been already three months…”

“One day she is not going to be our little girl anymore.”

“And then she will be off to college and getting – “

“I think it’s too soon to talk about marriage, [Y/N].” You tried your best not to laugh. Henry was just like every single father – not wanting his daughter to grow up, become a woman and fall in love. She will always be his little girl.

You turned your head to look at your husband who was busy watching Aurora. “I did marry you after all.”

Henry rolled his eyes and looked up. “It is different. Let’s not talk about it now. We have at least twenty more years.”

“As you say, husband.” You kissed him. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Hm?”

“Not the next, but in two years maybe we could celebrate Christmas as a family of four?”

He looked at you with a loving expression and some tears in the corners of his eyes. You knew how many families meant to him and how much he had longed for it through his life. It took you a long time to figure out that you were made to be a mom, that you wanted to fall in love and spend your life with another person. The pain your father had caused in childhood had left deep scars that only started to fade last year thanks to your husband.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

You nodded and looked at the child in your arms. “I know Aurora was not planned, but I have loved her since the moment we learned about her existence. I never thought about having kids, because I felt that nobody could love me until you. When I held our daughter for the first time, I knew this was my destiny – to be your wife, her mom and one day her siblings’. I want this Henry, I want to have more children and see them grow up. I want it all with you.”

Henry put two fingers under your chin and made you look at him. There were tears in his eyes, and he did not try to wipe them away. “I love you, [Y/N], you are my world, and one day we will have our own Cavill team running around.”

“A team, huh? It is a lot.”

“I am down for that challenge, baby.” And then he kissed you. These days kissing was everything and everywhere.

Are you coming today?

You smiled at the picture your cousin Jessy had sent you. She was wearing a red reindeer nose, Santa Clause’s hat and revealing elves’ top that matched her eyes.

Kal was lying under the Christmas tree, made to be a perfect model for your picture to your cousin.

We will come tomorrow.

Man! I thought that this year you would be here and help me finish the bottle of wine :(

It made you laugh.

Even if I wanted, I would not drink it. I am breastfeeding.

She sent you another picture. This time it was a picture of her sad face.

Sometimes I forgot that you have a husband and a baby.

You looked over your husband, who had just walked in the house after his trip to the grocery store. His hands were full of bags, and you helped him to carry them to the kitchen.

“Remind me next year to go shopping before Christmas.” He groaned, taking off his hat and scarf.

You started putting down the groceries. “I warned you.”

After taking off his outdoor clothes and putting his boots to dry, Henry came to help you. “I talked to my dad. He said hi and reminded me that he is not against another grandchild, but he thinks that we should not make a tradition.”

“He is never letting this go?”

“Nope.”

You spent the next hours preparing food for today’s diner and baked a pie for tomorrow. Although it would be only you, Henry and Aurora you wanted to have a perfect, yet small and memorable evening, as this was the first Christmas eve that you would be celebrating as family… and the one that you would be celebrating in a long time. Tomorrow morning you would open the presents and visit your family in your hometown, and four days later you would visit Henry’s family, but today it was just your little family.

“Is everything ready?” You turned around and smiled when found Henry standing in the middle of the living room with Aurora in his hands. They were dressed up and ready to celebrate.

You put the last dish on the table and straightened your dress. “Yes, but before eating let's take a picture.”

“I will set up the camera,” Henry said, giving you Aurora, before going after the camera.

“It’s your first Christmas, princess.” You kissed her head and moved over to the big Christmas tree which was decorated with a bunch of homemade and unique ornaments. You took your time showing some of them to Aurora, knowing that she would not understand any of it. “And this one mommy made when she was younger. It is a reindeer Rudolph… And daddy just took a picture of us.”

“I could not pass that opportunity.” He lowered the camera and finish setting it up.

You looked around the room and tried to spot Kal. He was nowhere to be seen. “Where is Kal?”

“KAL!” Your husband shouted, and, in a few seconds, the bear came in running into the room. Henry set up the times to 20 seconds and looked at the dog who was sitting next to him. “Come here, buddy!”

While you rearranged Aurora in your arms, Henry came next to you and put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and making Kal sit in front of you. You looked at the camera and smiled. For the first time in sixteen years, your smile had been real and full of happiness and joy, as you celebrated Christmas with your family, the first of many to come.

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Believing in miracles 2

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: A girl grew up without believing in miracles until one found her.

Warnings: smut, sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fluff, age gap (the reader is in the early 20s, Henry is in his late 30s), a little bit of angst, but a happy ending, parent abandonment, a Christmas fiction.

Words: 2,6k

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Time passes unnoticed. It had been a few hours since you kissed, yet you were still wrapped in his strong arms, and Henry held you close to his chest. You had spent the time learning facts about each other, discovering favorite things and talking about the future.

Henry was a world-known actor, and you felt bad for not recognizing him sooner. He, on the other hand, was glad about him, since it allowed you to get to know the real Henry – one without fame, fans and paparazzi. It was rare to meet people who truly liked him for who he was, not only his name or the roles he played.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you could trust him and open up, share your pain and secret, and maybe even your heart one day. Henry listened to you talking about your family and past years, how you had moved to this city to attend the university and get your dream degree. He had even laughed when you had shared an embarrassing story from your teenage years.

“Well…. Now it is funny, but then I was terrified. The dog came out of nowhere and tried to attack me!” You were moving your hands around in the air and explaining the situation. “I am not afraid of dogs, but he… I have never walked on that street again.”

“You know, I have a dog.” He said, through the laughs. “His name is Kal, and I can assure you – he is very friendly and does not tend to scare people.”

You gave Henry a small smile and looked up. After Henry calmed down, you turned at him and asked him the question that was roaming through your brain from the moment you met. “What are you doing out here on Christmas eve?”

“I was leaving a party that my friends took me to.”

“Wasn’t it too early to leave it?”

He shook his head and looked at you. “It was not my type of party. Naked girls, too much alcohol and marihuana – very not my style. They did not see me leaving even, as they were too busy trying to get drunk and laid… If I would have not left, I would not have met you.” Henry smiled and touched your cheek with his gloved hand.

You returned the smile and moved your face closer to his. “I am glad that you left.”

“And why were you here tonight, [Y/N]?” Henry asked, his lips barely touching yours.

“I… do not want to talk about it.” Although you felt safe with Henry and you could trust him, you were not ready to talk about your father. Growing up, you had blamed yourself for his leaving. You grew up with guilt that he had walked out because of you because you were born.

After your father left, your mother never fell in love again. She tried dating a few times. You remember some of her dates and a few boyfriends, but none of them lasted. Your mother always had to make the choice, and she chose you. Seeing her give up her life, also made you feel guilty. As much as she tried reassuring you that it was not your fault, none of it, you never truly believed her.

“I am sorry if I – “

“No, no, no!” It took you one second to stand up and be in front of him. You took Henry’s hands in yours and squeezed them, making him look up at you. “You have nothing to be sorry for… The truth is that I am no longer celebrating Christmas Eve, and I have a reason … that I do not want to talk about. It is too painful for me.”

You tried to blink the tears, but he saw them and stood up, taking your face in his big arms. Without saying another word, Henry pressed a kiss on your forehead and took your body in his arms. You put your face against his chest and let the tears fall, while Henry whispered words of comfort in your ear and held you.

It took you some time to calm down, but when you eventually did you were relieved that Henry had held you and had not left your side. “Thank you, Henry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

Suddenly his phone started to ring and he cursed under his breath, while you tried hiding your smile. When Henry saw who was calling, he groaned and answered the call, yet did not let you go.

“Where the hell are you?” A voice on the other side shouted. There was loud music in his background, and people were cheering. You did not need to guess hard who had called him. “The fun is going to start every minute now, and I cannot find you anywhere! ”

“I am not there anymore, Jon. I left the party a while ago.”

“What? When?”

“When your face was too deep in someone’s cleavage.” Henry rolled his eyes and looked down at you.

“Man, you don’t know what you are missing!” A crowd in Jon’s background started to count backward from ten. “Alright, it’s your decision. See you later!” Without saying anything more, Jon finished the call.

“You have an interesting friend.”

“Jon is very special, but let's not talk about him.” Henry looked at his wristwatch and signed. “It is almost midnight. We should get going.”

“I live a few blocks from here.”

“I am going to accompany you home.” You nodded and tried to suppress the small smile on your lips. At least you got some more time with Henry because you did now know when or if you would see him again.

Side by side you made your way home. The walk was only a few minutes long, and you tried your best to slow it down. You had enjoyed being in his company, talking and getting to know him better. For the first time since your father left, someone had made you forget about your pain and truly enjoy Christmas eve.

Thoughts about not seeing Henry again made your stomach twist. You did not want to let him go. Henry had enjoyed the evening too, had said that a few times, and the kiss you shared… but was it enough for him to stay and meet you for one more time?

As you saw your apartment complex come into your sign, the uncomfortable feeling grew stronger in your stomach.

All the good things come to end one day… A small voice inside you said.

Make him stay… Said another one.

Do not let him walk away…

“[Y/N]?” Henry looked at you with concern in his eyes. You had stopped walking a few steps from the main entrance and got lost in your thoughts. He took a few steps back and came to stand in front of you. “Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath and took a step closer, making your chests meet. Without breaking eye contact and forgetting about the shivers in your stomach, you whispered the only word you could think of. “Stay… Stay with me…”

Without saying anything, he took your face in his arms and kissed for the second time this evening. There was no need for words because the kiss itself said it all. Henry wanted to stay.

You barely made it through the door. As soon as they were closed, your back hit the hard surface and Henry attacked your body. His lips were on yours, and his hands were taking off your winter coat. Soon enough his fell on the ground next to yours, yet the attack did not stop. His lips had moved to your neck, sucking and licking the skin and making you crazy.

You wanted more of him, more of his body and his everything. You wanted to feel his large and soft hands on your naked body, caressing every inch of it and whispering sweet things into your ears. You wanted to be one with him.

Clothes one after one left your bodies between passionate kisses.

“Jump,” Henry whispered in your ear. He put his hands under your bare ass, and you did what he said. Your bare legs wrapped around his middle, and you moaned feeling his hard member under you. “Where is the bedroom?”

“At the end of the hallway.” Henry turned around and carried you to the bedroom, at the same time lightly biting your neck. He tried to open the door with his shoulders, but it did not move. He tried a few times and groaned, while you let out a small laugh and kissed his neck. “Hm?”

“If I had known this would happen, I would have oiled it.”

“This is not the first time it is stuck?”

You shook your head. “Old house, old doors. This happens often, I mean the door getting stuck.”

Henry tried pushing the door one more time, and this time it opened. Not wasting more time, he laid you down on the bed and climbed onto you. Shivers went through your body, as the duvet under you was cold, but the heat from Henry’s body soon made you warm enough. His hands roamed over your body, as his lips devoured your mouth, setting every cell in your body on fire.

You shouted when he took your left nipple in his mouth and bite it. “Oh, Henry…”

He chuckled against your breasts, yet continued sucking and biting onto your sensitive bud, leaving you moaning under him, and it was only a start. When he was finished, his mouth moved to the right nipple, but his hand traveled lower and cupped your wet center.

Your back arched and you pulled his curly hair, as Henry started to play with your clitoris. You were already wet for him and ready to be taken. From the moment both of you had stepped over the threshold of your flat, your body was on fire, and the flames grew only stronger.

With his skilled fingers and excellent mouth, it did not take a long time for you to come. With Henry’s mouth on your labia and your hands in his hair, you shouted his name over and over, not caring about your neighbors.

“You are a piece of art, [Y/N].” Henry had rested his arms on both sides of your head and was looking at your naked body. There was a fire in his eyes, they were shining as he was looking at you, taking you all in and making a memory of it. You caressed his lips with your own, tasting your juices, and could not stop believing that this was real, yet there was something that you had to tell him.

“I have never done this before, I have never been with a man…” Before, in the moment of passion, you had not thought about stopping. For the first time, you were ready to give yourself to a man, specifically, to him, because no other man or moment had felt right. When you met Henry, something inside you turned, making you feel things you had never felt before and do things you were scared to do before – kissing a stranger in an empty park, allowing him to accompany you home and wanting to have sex with him.

Something changed in his eyes, but before you could say anything or apologize for having started this, Henry kissed you.

“You are a true miracle, [Y/N]…” He touched your cheek, before interlocking your fingers together and putting them above your head. “Let me show you the paradise.”

Without breaking the eye contact, Henry thrusted inside you. He stretched you, making you cry from the pain, but he silenced you with his kisses. When a tear fell from your eye, he kissed it away and covered your face with small kisses, making the pain go away. Soon enough you were lost in his thrusts, the pain changed into pleasure and you fell the paradise…

You woke alone in your bed. The side where Henry had slept, was cold, there was no sound coming from the bathroom or any room. The bedroom door was ajar, and you were able to see a part of the living room and hallway. There was no sign of Henry, and you tried your best of holding back tears.

Henry was gone. He had left while you were sleeping, exhausted from the endless rounds of having sex. You remembered falling asleep on his chest, him massaging your sore muscles and holding you close. You had given all of yourself to him, but he had left without a goodbye.

Tears were falling from your eyes and soon you started to sob. Your heart was breaking, because you had fallen in love with a man on Christmas eve, and now he was gone. You lied down back on the bed, put a duvet under your jaw and wrapped your arms around the pillow where Henry had slept. It still smelled like him.

You were too deep into your thought and tears that you did not hear the front door opening and closing. Not a long time later, you felt the bed beside you dipping and before you could open your eyes or wipe your tears away, a hand touched your wet cheek.

“Is everything alright?” Henry asked you, and you opened your eyes. He was sitting next to you in dark blue jeans and a white jumper that he was not wearing yesterday and with a worried look in his eyes.

You sat up and clutched the duvet to your chest. “I thought that you left.”

“I did. I had to change and get something from my house.” He said. “I hope you do not mind that used your key. I did not want to wake you up, and I hoped that you would still be sleeping when I returned. Why were you crying, [Y/N]?”

You turned your face away from him and wiped your wet cheeks. “It does not matter.”

He put a finger under your chin and turned your head, so you could look into your eyes. “It does to me. Were you crying because you thought I had left?”

“Maybe.”

“[Y/N], I would never leave you. I… I cannot leave you.” He looked at your lips and then back at your eyes. “Because last night I fell in love with you, and thoughts about – “

You did not give him a chance to reply before you collided with his body and pressed your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around Henry’s large shoulders and brought his body closer to yours. Hearing him say these words, knowing that he loves you was everything.

“I love you too, Henry.” You put your forehead against his, and you both shared a laugh. “And I really thought that you left me without even a goodbye.”

“I figured it out, but I am not going anywhere.”

“Neither am I.”

Henry nodded and gave you a short kiss. “There is someone I want you to meet. KAL!”

A four-legged bear ran into the room in less than five seconds and stopped in front of you. “This is Kal.”

“Hello, Kal.” You swiped your hand through his thick fur. “I take that he is that something you had to get from your house.”

”Yeah. Could not leave him there all alone while I am with you.”

You put your head on Henry’s shoulder, and he wrapped a hand around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“Henry…” You touched his face after some time and kissed him softly on the lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making me believe in miracles again.”

To be continued...

[mrsavery]

Believing in miracles

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: A girl grew up without believing in miracles until one found her.

Warnings: fluff, age gap (the reader is in the early 20s, Henry is in his late 30s), a little bit of angst, but a happy ending, parent abandonment, a Christmas fiction.

Words: 1,7k

Part one

The snow was slowly falling in your hair, as you were walking through the empty neighborhood.

Streets were covered in a white duvet, soft under your feet, and you put your hands into the pockets of your winter coat. It was only cold when the wind blew, and you had to tighten your red scarf tighter around your neck.

The corals from the local church could be heard, chanting in the silent air. You were not a religious person, yet sometimes you found yourself listening to these calming melodies. They helped you to forget.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from your mother.

Merry Christmas, dear! Wishing you were here with us…

And she had sent you a picture of herself wearing Santa Clause’s hat!

You smiled and opened the front camera to take a selfie. Your cheeks were red, and your hair was filled with tons of snowflakes, yet your eyes said it all. You could take another picture and then another, but it would be useless. As much as you want to hide it, there was no way to hide your pain.

So you wished her a merry Christmas too and sent the picture. Before you could put the phone back into your pocket, you got another message.

Grandma says hi, and same does uncle Kevin, aunt Jo and Jessy.

You smiled and started to type the answer.

Tell them that I miss them and that I will see them for the New Year.

Finally, you put the phone back into your pocket and sighed.

It had been over fifteen years since your father walked out of your life… on Christmas eve.

You were sitting on the stairs, far from the eye sigh of your parents, clutching your blanket and white bunny under your armpit. They were fighting again, but this time it was different.

Your father was walking back and forth to the master bedroom, putting things into his duffel bag and shouting at your mother.

“I cannot continue doing this, [Y/M/N]!”

“Neither can I, but think about [Y/N]! She needs a father!” Your mother said, trying to hold back the tears. She was standing in the kitchen’s doors with her arms crossed over her chest, her hair falling over her shoulders.

Your father let out a laugh and stopped. “You always wanted to do this by yourself, and now you have a chance to do it… I am not even sure that she is my daughter.”

Your mother moved closer to your father and put a finger on his chest. “I have been faithful to you thought this entire marriage. I am not one of your mistresses, and I am certainly not a cheater and liar. [Y/N] is your daughter, [Y/F/N], as much as you do not wish to admit it. Your blood floods through her veins, - ”

He put his hands up in the air. “It does not mean anything.”

Your mother rolled her eyes. “You never wanted her, [Y/F/N], admit it. From day one you hoped that she was not your daughter, that she was someone’s else, so you could leave and be with Clary - ”

“Do not bring her into this!”

This time it was you who laughed. “So it is true… she is truly pregnant with your child.”

Without any further word, he went into the bedroom for the last time and returned to put the last things in and walk away.

“There is no way back, you know it.” Your mother said, as your father was putting on his boots.

“And I am not coming back, do not bother telling her that.” He put on his jacket, took off his, put the duffel bag over his shoulder and took off his wedding ring. “I should have never married you, [Y/M/N]. And [Y/N] was a mistake that should have never happened.”

When he left, your mother locked the door behind him, walked into the living room and fell on her knees. Her silent cries echoed through the house. She did not hear you move, but when you put your blanket over her shoulders, your mother looked at you.

“Do not cry, mommy, we will be fine.” You said with tears in your eyes.

“I will take care of you, baby. I love you!” She put her arms around your small body and took you into her embrace. “We will be fine.”

A tear made it down your cheek, but you swiped it away. After that year Christmases had never been the same. You celebrated the holidays with your mother’s relatives, and they did everything to make you feel loved, yet the pain never went away. As you grew older, with each year you understood the meaning behind his words, the message he had given. For the past years, you had done your best, ignoring the Christmas family gatherings, by walking around your neighborhood for hours until it was too late to go to them.

You had been walking for some time, maybe a few hours until you decided to stop for a moment. You found an empty chair in the middle of the park, right beside the street lantern. With the sleeve of your jacket, you swiped away the snow and sat down.

Families were celebrating Christmas in their cozy and warm apartments, surrounded by love and laugher, tables full of delicacies, and famous songs playing in the background, so you were the only person in the park. The 24th of December was the only day of the year when you allowed yourself to cry about the father who never loved you, about your mother and about the holidays you would never be able to celebrate.

Tears were starting to fall, but this time you allowed them to fall.

“Do you mind if I sit?” You were too consumed in your thoughts and pain that did not hear or see another person approaching you. You quickly swiped away your tears and, without looking up, nodded letting the person know that he was allowed to sit.

There was a silence between both of you, but you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His masculine scent lingered in the air, and it calmed you. Without looking at him, you were able to tell that he was a man, strong and masculine with a calming voice.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, and you looked at him for the first time. He was dressed in dark red, a long winter coat, dark pants and boots. He had dark hair that was hidden behind his beanie, yet his eyes were ones that attracted you. The sea-blue eyes were magical and you found yourself getting lost in them.

You nodded. “I am fine.”

He nodded, yet did not pursue the subject further. “I am Henry, by the way.”

“[Y/N], nice to meet you, Henry.” You gave him your gloved hand, and he shook it.

“Likewise.” Henry smiled.

There was something in him. Something in his smile and eyes, something that you could not put into words, but you knew was there. Maybe it was the fact that both of you were sitting in an empty park on Christmas eve when you could be with your families and celebrate.

“Do you see that star?” Henry pointer at the brightest star above your heads. “It’s called Sirius. It is the brightest star that we can see at night.” Then he pointed at another star. “That is Betelgeuse, and that is Rigel. You see that – “

Before he could finish, you interrupted Henry. “And that is a falling star.”

“Make a wish, [Y/N],” Henry whispered into your ear, and you closed your eyes. There were so many things that you could wish for, yet only one felt right.

I do not want this moment to end.

You opened your eyes and looked at the man next to you. Your [e/c] eyes met his blue ones and you felt the world stop around you. Suddenly the snow was no longer falling, and Henry was the only thing you saw.

“What did you wish for, Henry?” You whispered into the night.

“If I say, it won’t come true.” You could feel his breath against your lips, as I had moved his face closer to yours, noses almost touching. “But I can show you.”

Then his lips met yours. You both moved in a union, kissing each other with everything you had. Although you had met Henry only a few minutes ago, this did not feel wrong. Kissing him made you feel butterflies in your stomach and the passion running through your veins. It had been a long time since you had felt it – the magic, the fire, the lust, and the passion… the feeling of something being right because kissing Henry fell right.

You let out a small moan when Henry wrapped his strong arms around your body, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your hot mouth and taste you. As your tongue dances together, exploring each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. Henry groaned when you twisted your fingers through his hair, as his beanie had fallen before, and it made you smile.

Neither of you wanted to stop the intense kiss and move away. The fire inside you was too strong, yet the urge to breathe was even stronger. Without opening your eyes, you moved away from his lips, only a few millimeters, so you could rest your forehead against his and take a deep breath.

“It was…” Henry started, but could not get the words out of his mouth.

You finished in his place and opened your eyes. There were a few snowflakes into his curl that was falling over his forehead, and you swiped them away with your gloved hand. You did not move your hand away, but let it rest onto his shoulder and smiled. “Magical.”

He let out a small laugh and wrapped his arms closer around your body to press a small kiss onto your forehead. “It indeed was.”

There was a silence between you two, a comfortable one, as you sat there wrapped into each other's arms.

“Henry?”

“Hm..”

“Merry Christmas…”

To be continued...

[mrsavery]

Anniversary

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: It's the morning of your anniversary, and you make a choice to be yourself.

Warnings: age-gap (19), fluff, pregnancy, soft Henry, secret relationship (if there are more, please message me!)

Words: 1,4k

A/N: English is not my first language :)

You were awoken by the soft kicks of your daughter. She was moving around in your stomach, kicking your kidneys with her small feet. Carefully you turned to your side and reached for your husband, but found his side empty. It was cold, meaning that he woke up a while ago. Slowly you opened your eyes and sat up against the headboard.

You placed your hand over the place where your daughter’s hand collided with your womb and rubbed it. You were thirty weeks pregnant, and with every day your daughter’s movements became stronger and more frequent. She was the most active in the late evenings, making it hard for you to fall asleep. The only thing that calmed her down was her father. Every time she felt Henry’s hands on your stomach or heard his voice she slowly started to calm down and eventually fell asleep.

You heard Henry’s voice from downstairs and smiled. “Daddy is making us breakfast. Let’s go and give him a good morning kiss.”

After emptying your bladder and making the bed, you started to make your way down. You slowly and carefully went down the stairs, not wanting to disturb the scene in front of you. Henry was cooking breakfast, and Kal was laying next to his feet.

“Good morning, love!” He said without turning around. “Are you going to stand there or come and give me a kiss?”

“I just wanted to enjoy the view a bit longer.”

“You can look as long as you want, but I want my morning kiss.” Henry turned off the stove and turned around. Dark stubble, longer than usual, was covering his cheeks, and his black hair was in soft curls, few of them falling over his forehead. This was Henry between shootings.

You walked to him and pressed a long kiss to his lips. “Happy anniversary, Henry!”

“Happy anniversary, love!” And then he pressed a small kiss on your stomach. “And good morning to you too, honey!”

Three years ago, on this day, you and Henry had gotten married after three more years of dating. The ceremony was held in a small field outside London with a lake and trees surrounding it. Your closest friends and family members were the only ones who attended, due to the reason that you wanted to have a small, intimate and private wedding. No one in the show business world knew you were in a relationship, except the director Anderson (he was the one who introduced you).

Six years ago you both were cast as the love interests Andy and Erin in Anderson’s newest film. The movie became a huge success and had two sequels. (The third movie’s filming was finished three months ago, shortly before you start showing). That is how Hollywood and the whole world met [Y/N] [Y/L/N].

You were a newcomer in Hollywood and a lot of men tried to hit on you, not knowing that you were already taken. The young, beautiful and smart girl was every man’s dream. After the first meeting Henry had asked you out, and after two more dates, you had started dating.

It was not easy to keep your relationship a secret, turn down all of your admirers and colleagues that wanted to sleep with you, and see Henry being flirted with. Even harder was to act like you were only friends at movie premieres and in film locations.

Henry was nineteen years older than you, and you had just celebrated your twenty-sixth birthday. The age gap between you was one of the reasons why you decided to keep the relationship secret. Also, you did not want people to think that you married him because of the money and fame. It was far from that.

Even when you appeared at the premiere of the second film with an engagement ring on your finger you did not reveal the truth. Hollywood knew that you were married to someone, and from the ring, as the media liked to write, to someone wealthy. There were some theories that Henry was your husband, but they were quickly forgotten because he was not wearing a ring and you acted like friends in public.

“Kal, you cannot keep jumping on mama anymore.” Your husband scolded the poor dog after he had tried to jump on you. “You can hurt the baby if you continue doing it.”

“Your dad is right. We do not want to hurt the baby.” You patted Kal’s head before he decided to leave the kitchen.

“I will finish with breakfast shortly, then we will eat and will be ready to go.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” Henry smirked and pecked your lips.

“Where are you taking us?”

Henry took out a picnic basket from the back of the car and took your hand after locking the car. “We will be there in a few minutes.”

It was a warm summer’s day. You were wearing a pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly and had a slit on the side, while Henry was wearing a blue button-down with short sleeves and dark jeans. While walking through the forest, you talked about the future.

You and Henry had taken a break from filming, although you weren’t even sure that you wanted to return after the birth of your daughter in acting. You had done three movies (all of them were Anderson’s movies), and at the moment you were in a battle with yourself if you wanted to go back to it. Henry said he would support your decision no matter what, and was happy to hear that you would be staying home with your daughter for at least a year.

“I am going to use my real name from now on.”

Henry stopped and turned to you. His eyes were showing the happiness and pride that he was feeling. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I am tired of hiding from the world, tired of pretending and acting like we are only friends. I want to be known as your wife, as the mother of our daughter.” You took Henry’s hand and pressed it on your stomach where your daughter was moving. “I want her to be born in a world without secrets, without hiding our love and family from people around us. I want you to be able to wear your wedding ring like you are doing it right now.

I do not care if I never return to acting because I know that I will always have you, our daughter and her siblings when the time comes. All I want is to be [Y/N] Cavill.”

You finished with tears in your eyes. It felt right to let these disturbing thoughts out and finally confess to Henry. Without breaking eye contact, he put down the picnic basket that he was carrying all the way and wrapped arms around your body.

“You can quit acting and become a stay-at-home mom, [Y/N] if that is what you want. I will support your decision, no matter what it will be. And it certainly won’t change how I feel about you, it won’t change my love for you, because I did not fall for you for your acting skills and fame.

I fell for your beautiful eyes and joyful laughter that could be heard every time I walked into the room. I fell for your kindness when you helped an elderly woman at the grocery store. I feel for your sarcastic replies when people asked you dumb questions. I can go on and on about why I love you.”

He moved his left hand from your waist and rested on your cheek. You closed your eyes and continued to listen. “From the moment we met, I knew you were the one for me. I have a long dating history behind me, and there are a bunch of mistakes in the past that I cannot undo. I did not know what real happiness was until you came into my world and showed it.

I love you with everything I have! I will love you when we are old, and when I will be gone… I will wait for you on the other end because without you I am nothing.”

Henry pressed his lips against yours, and you smiled through the tears. The universe had done a great job of putting you two together. With him, by your side, you did not have to be afraid of anything, because Henry will love you no matter what.

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MR. BRIGHTSIDE | B.B

summary┃the one where you fuck your ex’s dad.

pairing┃ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader

word count┃1,997 words

warnings┃age-gap [20’s versus 40’s], cheating, divorce, sexual tension, teasing, revenge, protected sex, pet-names [sweets], squirting, oral, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial/edging, taunting, praise kink, metal arm kink, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI [please do not read if uncomfortable with any of the topics!]

notes┃i don’t think this is my best work, but i’m just trying to get through a funk. not proof read as always, oops.

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I NEED A SECOND PART! 🍑🥵

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Can please do “Are you hurt? What happened?” W/ Henry Cavill x female reader? ❤️

A little cut

"are you hurt? What happened?"

Today you went to the gym with Henry. After his constant begging you finally decided to go with him. You worked out with him and came home sweating.

You and Henry decided to take separate showers due to him always getting handsy in there with you.

As you heard the water Start to run in the shower, you decided to make some healthy drinks for you and Henry.

You grabbed all the ingredients you needed, strawberries, almond milk, spinach, bananas. You made this before for Henry so it wasn't a Surprise what you should put in it.

You cut up the strawberries and bananas into smaller chunkes so they could fit in the blinder. When you were done you grabbed the blinder and started to put your ingredients in.

Henry, who was in the shower of course made the decision to cut the shower short. It was no fun without you he thought to himself as he turned off the water.

He got out and grabbed a towel, drying off his body. He took the towel from his damp skin before throwing it onto the floor; he slipped on his boxers and sweats, and stepped out of the bathroom.

He heard the blinder go off, but payed no attention to it. He knew it was you blinding up some stuff You always do. He walked into the closet and started searching for a shirt. That didn't last long; he was cut off when he heard the sound of your groaning and followed by a few curse words.

He quickly walked out of the room to the kitchen. There he saw you clutching your hand with a towel over it. It was clear you were bleeding.

"are you hurt? What happened?"

He walked over to you taking your hands gently in his. "I cut myself on the fucking blender."

Henry looked at the blender than back to your hand. "Here let me see."

You let Henry take off the towel an the cut. Luckily it wasn't too bad and was nothing a bandage couldn't fix. "Here let's go clean it and bandage it up ok."

You nodded before following him to the bathroom.

Henry cleaned off the cut with some alcohol before he bandage it up. When he finished you looked at it. "Um... I don't think I can use it for a few days."

Henry looked into your eyes. "Hey, don't worry. I'll help you okay. What do you want me to do for you?"

you looked at Henry. "Well you can Start by making me a smoothie."

Henry sighed with a smirk on his face. "Ok, I'll do that." He walked over to the door and into the hallway.

"don't cut yourself." Was the last thing you said before henry went to make your smoothie. He listened too

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I wrote that in 30 minutes, so speedy. Prompts will be back open Soon

[mrsavery]

no, it was not me who read it like a little cunt. nop, not me.