Serenity In Paradise

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The sun-drenched shores of the Philippines welcomed Henry and you as you embarked on an adventure together—a journey to your family reunion. Henry, ever the supportive and loving husband, accompanied you to this special event, eager to immerse himself in your culture and embrace the warmth of your extended family.

As you walked hand in hand along the bustling streets, the vibrant culture of the Philippines enveloped you. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of delicious street food, and the rhythm of lively music. Henry's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he soaked in the sights and sounds, eager to experience every aspect of your heritage.

Amidst the joyous chaos, you found a moment of respite, sitting together on a secluded beach, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The golden sunset painted the horizon as you turned to Henry, a soft smile gracing your lips.

(y/n): "my love, I can't thank you enough for being here with me. This reunion means the world to me, and having you by my side makes it even more special."

Henry: *grasping your hand, his gaze filled with affection* "My love, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Your family is an extension of you, and being a part of this journey is an honor. Seeing you surrounded by love and laughter fills my heart with joy."

(y/n): *leaning in, resting your head on Henry's shoulder* "You've embraced my culture and traditions with such openness and genuine curiosity. It means everything to me, Henry. Seeing you connect with my family, sharing stories and laughter, it's a dream come true."

Henry: *pressing a tender kiss to your temple* "Your family's warmth and hospitality have made me feel like a member of their own. Your roots are a part of who you are, and by experiencing them, I'm gaining a deeper understanding of the incredible person you've become."

(Y/n): *gazing into Henry's eyes, filled with love* "Henry my love, you bring so much light into my life. Your presence here, your support, it reaffirms how lucky I am to have you as my husband. You've shown me time and time again that our love knows no bounds."

Henry: *cupping your face, his voice filled with sincerity* "And my love for you knows no limits, y/n. Being your husband is my greatest joy. Your family's love and acceptance have only deepened my love for you, as I see the incredible person you've become through their eyes."

(Y/n): *smiling through tears of happiness* "Henry, I can't wait to continue building our life together, creating our own traditions and memories. With you, every moment is an adventure, and I'm excited for all the chapters that lie ahead."

Henry: *brushing his thumb against your cheek* "Our journey is filled with endless possibilities, my love. Together, we'll face each new experience with open hearts and unwavering love. I'm grateful for the love we share and the future we're building side by side."

In this heartfelt conversation, Henry and Y/n express their deep appreciation and love for each other. Despite being in a foreign country, Henry's presence at y/n's family reunion exemplifies his commitment to their relationship and his willingness to embrace her culture. Their words reaffirm their unwavering support and dedication to creating a life filled with love, understanding, and shared adventures.

The cuties little nugget I've ever seen! 😍🥺

Y e p

𝖠 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Henry and y/n sat comfortably side by side, ready to engage in an interview that promised to shed light on their personal lives. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, and they exchanged a knowing look, prepared for whatever questions would come their way.

The interviewer, with a mischievous glint in their eyes, leaned forward and asked Henry, "We've heard rumors that you might have a nickname that your significant other loves to use. Care to share that with us?"

Henry's eyebrow arched playfully, a knowing smile quirking at the corner of his lips. He glanced at y/n, who sat beside him, their eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew exactly what the interviewer was referring to. With a hint of a laugh, he responded, "Well, it seems 'daddy' is a term of endearment that gets thrown around quite a bit."

Y/n couldn't contain her laughter as Henry's words filled the room. Her eyes danced with mirth as she glanced at her husband, her hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape.

Henry, caught up in the infectious joy of the moment, turned to his wife, a broad smile stretching across his face. He couldn't help but chuckle himself, knowing that her laughter was contagious. The interviewer grinned, delighted by the genuine and playful dynamic between the couple.

Blushing ever so slightly, y/n managed to compose herself, shooting a mock-exasperated glance at Henry before addressing the interviewer. "Yes, well, it's become a bit of a running joke between us. But it's all in good fun," she explained, her voice filled with both affection and laughter.

The interviewer nodded, their own laughter bubbling forth. "It's clear that humor and joy are an integral part of your relationship," they commented, a warmth evident in their tone.

Henry reached out, gently placing his hand on y/n's, their fingers intertwining. "Laughter brings us closer and reminds us not to take life too seriously," he said, his gaze filled with adoration for his wife. "We cherish those light-hearted moments that make our love even stronger."

As the interview continued, Henry and y/n exchanged playful glances, their shared laughter becoming a soundtrack to their interaction. It was evident to all in the room that their connection was built on a solid foundation of love, trust, and a shared sense of humor.

In that moment, Henry and y/n showcased their ability to find joy in each other's presence, even in the midst of a public interview. Their playful banter and genuine laughter served as a reminder of the happiness they shared, a happiness that radiated beyond the confines of the interview room.

And as the interview drew to a close, the lingering laughter in the air served as a testament to the lightness and love that permeated their relationship—a love that embraced moments of playfulness and brought immeasurable joy to their lives.

A Father's tender care

Y/n watches from a distance, a soft smile playing on your lips as you observe the scene before you. Klaus, your husband and the father of your child stands in the center of the room, cradling your precious daughter, Hope, in his arms. The love and adoration in his eyes are evident as he gazes down at her tiny face. Klaus, known for his ferocity and strength, has always possessed a softer side when it comes to his family. And seeing him with Hope only amplifies that tenderness. His large hands carefully support her delicate body, his touch gentle and protective. It warms your heart to witness the sheer devotion he has for your little girl.

You step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near them. As you do, Klaus looks up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a spark of joy and pride in his gaze, mirroring the same emotions that swell within you. You can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment, knowing that your husband loves your daughter as fiercely as he loves you.

Klaus smiles at you, his expression softening even further. "Look at her, love," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Our daughter, our little Hope."

You nod, your heart brimming with happiness. "She's perfect, Klaus. And she's so lucky to have you as her father."

His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "And I'm the lucky one to have both of you in my life."

As Klaus cradles Hope, you place a hand on his arm, feeling a surge of motherly pride. You know that, with him by her side, your daughter will grow up surrounded by unconditional love and protection.

And as you watch Niklaus dote on your daughter, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for both of them.

Breed you

Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.

Masterlist

As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.

'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you

Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.

With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.

The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.

'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.

'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

Translation

Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love

Issa dārys- my king

Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb

Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen

Avy jorrāelan- I love you

Se nyke ao- and I you

Love's Legacy: Henry Cavill x Reader

Note: This story contains sensitive and emotional subject matter. Please proceed with caution.

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The room was filled with a heavy silence as Henry, with a sense of both anticipation and grief, held the letter that you had left behind. The pain of losing you while giving birth to your daughter was still fresh, and Henry's heart ached for the love he had lost. With trembling hands, he opened the letter, prepared to read your final words.

As he began to read the delicate script, tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the words that carried your essence.

"My Dearest Henry,

If you are reading this letter, it means that fate has dealt us a cruel hand, and I am no longer beside you. My heart aches at the thought of leaving you behind, but I find solace in the knowledge that our love created something beautiful—a precious gift that will forever be a part of us.

As our daughter takes her first breath, I want you to be her guiding light. You have always been the pillar of strength and love in my life, and I know that you will be the same for her. Wrap her in the warmth of our love, Henry, and let her know that she is a living testament to the love that bound us together.

In her eyes, you will find a reflection of my love for you. Treasure every giggle, every milestone, and every whispered 'I love you.' Teach her the values we held dear, and instill in her the kindness and compassion that defined our relationship.

Please remember, my love, that while my physical presence may be absent, my spirit remains with you and our daughter. I will watch over both of you, protecting and guiding you from wherever I may be. In her laughter, in her smile, and in the depths of her eyes, you will find glimpses of me.

Though my heart aches at not being able to witness our daughter grow, I find solace in the knowledge that she will have you as her father. You are a beacon of love and strength, Henry, and I know that you will fill her life with happiness and joy.

Please, my love, do not let grief consume you entirely. I want you to find joy in the moments you shared with our daughter and in the memories we created together. Embrace life, not just for yourself, but for her. Be the father she deserves, and let our love be her guiding star.

I entrust our daughter's future to you, Henry. Love her fiercely, protect her with all your might, and may she always know the depth of our love.

With all the love that my heart can hold, and even more,

Y/N"

As Henry finished reading your heartfelt words, he clutched the letter close to his heart, the weight of your absence heavier than ever. Tears streamed down his face, a mixture of profound loss and immense love. In that moment, he made a silent vow to honor your wishes and be the father you believed he could be.

With a trembling breath, Henry whispered into the air, "Thank you, my love. Our daughter will know the strength of your love through me. I will cherish her and ensure she knows how deeply she was loved by her mother."

In the depths of his grief, Henry felt a comforting presence surrounding him, as if you were there, whispering back, "I love you, Henry. Always and forever."

And with your words echoing in his heart, Henry knew that your love would guide him on this new journey of fatherhood. He would cherish your daughter, enveloping her in the love that you had left behind. Together, they would carry your legacy forward, forever connected by the bond that transcended life and death.

In the gentle breeze that brushed his cheek, in the soft cries of their daughter, and in the memories that lingered, Henry felt your love. And he knew that, even in your absence, your spirit would forever be intertwined with his and their daughter's lives.

Don't Kill!

The doctor gently held Baby Hope's tiny arm, preparing to administer the necessary vaccine. Hope's cries filled the room, her tiny face scrunched up in discomfort. klaus stood nearby, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved daughter in distress.

Klaus's anger surged, his protective instincts raging against the doctor who dared to make his precious baby cry. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, and the urge to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting medical staff grew stronger by the second.

Just as Klaus was about to unleash his fury, a calming voice interrupted his thoughts. It was y/n, his loving wife, who stood by his side, recognizing the turmoil within him.

"Don't go on a murder spree, love," y/n spoke softly, their voice laced with concern and understanding.

Klaus turned his gaze toward y/n, momentarily torn between his instincts and the rationality that y/n always seemed to bring out in him. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain control over his emotions and quell the raging storm within.

The doctor finished administering the vaccine, and Baby Hope's cries began to subside as she was comforted by her mother.

Klaus, still seething with anger, took a step back, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their usual calm blue. He realized that y/n was right. Going on a murderous rampage would not only endanger others but also set a terrible example for his daughter.

Reluctantly, Klaus nodded to y/n, acknowledging their wisdom. "You're right, my love," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I must find another way to protect our family."

Y/n's reassuring hand gently grasped Klaus's, their touch offering solace and support. "We will find a way, Klaus," she said, her voice brimming with unwavering faith. "Together, we can keep our family safe."

Klaus's features softened as he allowed the love and reason in y/n's words to wash over him. He knew that his wife was his anchor, the one who could quell the storm within him and guide him towards a better path.

He would channel his anger into productive avenues, ensuring the safety and happiness of Baby Hope and the rest of their loved ones.

And as they left the doctor's office, Klaus held y/n's hand tightly, grateful for their presence in his life.

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He made a lot of biscuits today

Shattered Vows

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The bond between you and Geralt of Rivia had weathered countless trials and tribulations, but fate had a cruel twist in store for your love story. It was a fateful day when the foundations of your relationship began to crumble, and the shards of your shattered vows pierced your heart.

Whispers had reached your ears, rumors that Geralt had been seen in the company of another. At first, you dismissed them as baseless gossip, trusting in the love you shared. But the doubts gnawed at the edges of your mind, refusing to be silenced.

Confronting Geralt, you hoped for reassurance, for him to deny the accusations and affirm his unwavering loyalty. However, his eyes, once filled with tenderness, now held a flicker of guilt and remorse.

"It's true," he confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "I fell into a moment of weakness, and I betrayed your trust."

The weight of those words crashed upon you, shattering the world you had built together. The pain carved deep furrows across your heart, leaving you gasping for breath amidst the wreckage of your love.

Unable to bear the weight of the betrayal, you chose to distance yourself from Geralt, seeking solace in solitude. The days turned into a haze of longing and heartache as you grappled with the shattered fragments of your once unbreakable bond.

As time passed, whispers reached your ears once more, this time carrying news of Geralt's new lover, Yennefer of Vengerberg. The sting of the betrayal deepened as you realized that the bond you had shared with Geralt had been replaced, cast aside for another's embrace.

With a heavy heart, you watched from the shadows as Geralt and Yennefer's paths intertwined, their love blooming while your heart withered in silence. The pain of witnessing their happiness was a constant reminder of the love you had lost and the dreams that lay shattered at your feet.

In the depths of your despair, you found strength to rebuild your life, to gather the fragments of your shattered heart and forge a new path. It was a path of healing, of self-discovery, and of finding solace in the pieces of yourself that remained intact.

Geralt's presence lingered in your memories, an ache that refused to fade entirely. But you vowed to move forward, to reclaim your sense of self and find happiness anew, even if it meant letting go of the love you had once held so dear.

In time, the wounds began to heal, scarring over with resilience and newfound wisdom. The pain of Geralt's betrayal would forever be etched upon your heart, but you emerged from the crucible stronger, wiser, and ready to face a future where your own happiness took precedence.

And so, you walked away from the shattered promises, the shattered dreams, and the shattered love, finding solace in the knowledge that even through heartbreak, you had the strength to rebuild and forge a new destiny for yourself—a destiny defined by your own choices and the strength of your indomitable spirit.

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