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𝙰 π™Ώπš›πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš—πš π™°πšπšπšŠπš’πš›

 𝙰 π™Ώπš›πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš—πš π™°πšπšπšŠπš’πš›

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The sound of clapperboards echoed in the bustling film set, and the atmosphere was electric. You stood in your costume, adjusting your hair in front of the mirror, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Today marked the final scenes of the film you had been working on for months, and you were about to share the screen with none other than Henry Cavill.

From the moment you met Henry on set, you were captivated. He radiated warmth and kindness, and his laughter was infectious. As co-stars in a romantic drama, you had spent countless hours rehearsing and filming together, sharing both light-hearted moments and intense scenes that demanded vulnerability. Over time, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

β€œHey, you ready?” Henry’s deep voice broke you from your thoughts. He leaned against the doorframe, looking effortlessly handsome in his costume. The way his blue eyes sparkled made your heart flutter.

β€œAlmost,” you replied, managing a smile. β€œJust a few last-minute touches.”

As you finished up, he stepped inside, his presence filling the room. β€œYou know, you’re going to steal the show today, right?” he teased, his tone playful.

β€œDon’t jinx it!” you laughed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. β€œWhat if I trip or forget my lines?”

β€œThen I’ll be right there to catch you,” he said, his gaze sincere. β€œYou’ve got this.”

The two of you shared a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. You both knew the chemistry between your characters was palpable, but lately, it felt like there was something more brewing beneath the surface.

The filming went smoothly, and as the last scene wrapped up, a wave of relief washed over you. The crew erupted into cheers, and you exchanged excited glances with Henry.

β€œCan you believe we did it?” he asked, clapping you on the shoulder.

β€œFinally!” you exclaimed, feeling a rush of adrenaline. β€œI can’t wait to see how it all turns out.”

As the cast and crew celebrated, you found yourself standing next to Henry, drinks in hand. The energy of the room was infectious, and you felt a sense of camaraderie with everyone involved in the project.

β€œWhy don’t we celebrate properly?” Henry suggested, his eyes twinkling. β€œLet’s grab dinner tomorrow, just the two of us.”

Your heart raced at the invitation. β€œAre you asking me out?” you teased, trying to keep the mood light despite your excitement.

β€œMaybe I am,” he said, his expression turning serious for a moment. β€œI’d really like to get to know you better outside of work.”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. β€œI’d love that.”

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The next evening, you met Henry at a charming little restaurant downtown. The ambiance was cozy, with soft music playing in the background. You felt a mix of nerves and anticipation as you settled into your seat across from him.

β€œSo, what do you think of the film?” he asked, leaning forward, genuinely interested.

β€œIt’s amazing,” you replied. β€œI think it captures the essence of our characters beautifully. I still can’t believe we pulled it off.”

Henry chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. β€œIt was all you. You brought so much depth to your character.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. β€œThank you, but I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

As the night unfolded, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about your favorite movies, shared funny behind-the-scenes stories, and even exchanged silly impressions of your characters. The chemistry between you grew stronger with each laugh.

β€œCan I confess something?” Henry said, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, adding an air of intimacy to the moment.

β€œOf course,” you encouraged, your heart pounding.

β€œI’ve been feeling a connection between us since the beginning,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours. β€œMore than just co-stars.”

Your breath caught in your throat. β€œI feel it too,” you confessed, your heart racing. β€œI was worried it was just me.”

He smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over his face. β€œI’m glad to hear that. I’d like to explore it, if you’re interested.”

Before you could respond, the waiter arrived with your food, breaking the moment. You both continued to eat, but the atmosphere had shifted. The air was charged with the promise of something more.

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The press tour began a few weeks later, and your schedule was packed with interviews, red carpet events, and promotional appearances. As you prepared for your first joint interview, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.

β€œJust be yourself,” Henry said as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. β€œYou’ll be fantastic.”

β€œEasy for you to say,” you replied, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. β€œYou’re a pro at this.”

β€œThanks, but I still get nervous,” he admitted, giving you a reassuring smile. β€œJust remember, we’re in this together.”

As you entered the studio, the cameras flashed, and the buzz of excitement filled the air. You took your seat next to Henry, and the host greeted you both with enthusiasm.

β€œWelcome, Henry and Y/N! It’s great to have you here to discuss your new film,” the host said, flashing a bright smile.

The interview began, and you both shared stories about the film, your characters, and the fun moments on set. When the topic turned to your chemistry, you felt your heart race.

β€œSo, what’s it like working so closely together? Any sparks flying behind the scenes?” the host asked, winking.

You exchanged a quick glance with Henry, and he smiled, his eyes twinkling. β€œI think we definitely connected on a deeper level,” he said, his voice steady. β€œIt’s been amazing working with Y/N.”

The host leaned in, intrigued. β€œIs there anything more than friendship developing?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. β€œWe’ve become good friends,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

Henry chimed in, β€œAnd I think we share a special bond that goes beyond the film.” His gaze held yours, and you could feel the electricity between you.

The host smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. β€œSounds like there’s more to this story!”

As the interview continued, you felt a sense of exhilaration. The chemistry between you and Henry was undeniable, and you sensed the audience could feel it too.

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Later that evening, you attended the film’s premiere. The red carpet was a whirlwind of flashing cameras and excited fans. You and Henry walked side by side, your hearts racing as you posed for photos.

β€œJust smile and enjoy it,” he whispered, brushing his hand against yours, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

The screening was a success, and afterward, you found yourself in a quiet corner of the venue, taking a moment to breathe. Henry joined you, his expression serious.

β€œI wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, his tone earnest.

β€œSure, what’s on your mind?” you asked, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

β€œI really enjoyed our time together on the press tour,” he began. β€œAnd I want to see where this connection takes us.”

You felt your heart race. β€œI’d like that too, Henry. More than anything.”

He stepped closer, his gaze steady. β€œThen let’s make it official. I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

A smile broke out across your face. β€œI’d love that.”

Henry grinned, relief washing over him. β€œGreat. How about we start with dinner tomorrow?”

As you exchanged numbers, the excitement bubbled between you. This was the beginning of something beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to explore it together.

---

The following weeks were a whirlwind of romance. You and Henry spent time together whenever you could, stealing moments between filming and interviews. Each date felt like a dream, filled with laughter, late-night talks, and shared moments that made your heart swell.

You visited art galleries, strolled through parks, and even tried cooking together, which resulted in more laughter than actual food. With each passing day, your connection deepened, and it felt like you were both falling in love.

One evening, after a particularly lovely date, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, the stars twinkling above you.

β€œCan I ask you something?” you said, turning to Henry.

β€œOf course,” he replied, his gaze focused on you.

β€œDo you think this is real? What we have?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a moment to consider before answering. β€œAbsolutely. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s like I’ve known you forever.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. β€œI feel the same way.”

He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. β€œI want to protect this, whatever it is. I don’t want it to get lost in the chaos of our lives.”

β€œMe too,” you agreed, your heart swelling with affection.

As the moment lingered, Henry leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. β€œCan I kiss you?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.

β€œYes,” you breathed, your heart racing.

The world around you faded as he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was sweet and soft, and you felt every ounce of the connection you had built over the past few months.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiles plastered on your faces.

β€œWow,” he said, his voice full of wonder. β€œThat was… perfect.”

You laughed, feeling giddy. β€œDefinitely perfect.”

From that moment on, you both knew that your relationship was no longer just a budding romance. It had blossomed into something profound and beautiful, and you were excited to embrace the journey ahead, together.

---

As you continued your press tour, every interview became an opportunity to showcase your partnership, both on and off-screen. You shared stories of your chemistry, the challenges of filming, and the unexpected love that had developed.

Each time you spoke about Henry, your heart swelled with pride and affection. This was more than just a film; it was the story of your lives intertwining, and you were grateful for every moment.

As the tour came to an end, you both knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together.

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 Shattered Promises: Henry Cavill X Reader

Shattered Promises: Henry Cavill x Reader

Note: This story explores the painful journey of a relationship's end and the process of healing and moving forward.

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The walls of the once-happy home felt suffocating as tension hung in the air. Henry Cavill stood before you, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation. The words he spoke felt like shards of glass, piercing your heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I've found someone else," he uttered, his voice filled with remorse.

Shock washed over you, and your world crumbled in an instant. The promises of forever, the dreams you had built together, shattered into a million pieces. A lump formed in your throat, stifling the words that begged for an explanation.

Trying to compose yourself, you choked out a question, your voice trembling. "Henry, how... how did this happen? What went wrong?"

Henry's gaze flickered, avoiding your eyes. "I don't have all the answers, Y/N. Sometimes, feelings change, and I can't deny the connection I've found with someone else. It's not fair to you or to myself to pretend otherwise."

Pain coursed through your veins, tears blurring your vision. The weight of heartbreak settled upon your shoulders, threatening to crush you. In that moment, it felt as though your entire world had been torn apart.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you navigated the aftermath of Henry's departure. The anguish and confusion lingered, but amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience ignited within you. You resolved to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and rebuild your life.

Surrounded by the support of loved ones, you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. You sought solace in the embrace of friends who reminded you of your worth, who encouraged you to rediscover the depths of your strength.

As time passed, you grew stronger, finding solace in your passions and rediscovering the person you were before Henry entered your life. Each day brought new opportunities for growth and self-love.

But even as you forged ahead, the scars of your broken relationship remained. The memories of Henry's touch, his laughter, and the love you once shared haunted your thoughts, a constant reminder of what was lost.

Then, one day, as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you realized that the pain had transformed into something differentβ€”a bittersweet nostalgia that no longer held you captive. The wounds had begun to heal, paving the way for a future filled with hope and new beginnings.

In the midst of your healing, you discovered a strength you never knew existed. You found love within yourself and learned to embrace the person you had become.

And as you stood on the precipice of a new chapter, you knew that the pain of losing Henry had shaped you, but it did not define you. The world held infinite possibilities, and you were determined to embrace them with open arms.

In time, you found love again, a love that was built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. This love, though different, was no less profound. It reminded you that your heart could mend and that happiness could be found in unexpected places.

Henry remained a part of your story, a chapter that brought both joy and sorrow. The wounds he left behind had scarred, but they had also reminded you of your resilience and capacity to love.

As you moved forward, you carried the lessons learned from your past, cherishing the moments of happiness and growth. And with each step, you embraced the beautiful uncertainty of life, knowing that the future held infinite possibilities, even after the most devastating of heartbreaks.


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1 year ago

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π”šπ”žπ”―π”«π”¦π”«π”€: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

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The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.

As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.

As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.

When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.

'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'

Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.

'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.

Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.

With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.

As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.

'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.

Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.

As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

π”ˆπ”«π”³π”¦π”¬π”²π”° β„Œπ”’π”žπ”―π”±

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1 year ago

Title: Unforeseen Bonds

Note: In this story, is purely on imagination I don't own the Witcher or any of it's charters.

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The air was thick with anticipation as you paced back and forth in your small cottage nestled deep within the woods. Something was amiss, and your mind couldn't shake off the nagging suspicion. The healer had confirmed it, but you couldn't believe it: you were pregnant. The impossibility of it gnawed at your thoughts, especially considering Geralt of Rivia, the man you had shared your heart with, was believed to be sterile.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself yearning for Geralt's presence, the strength of his embrace, and the assurance he brought to your life. But fate had a different plan. One morning, you woke up to find Geralt gone, without a trace. Panic and confusion overwhelmed you as you clutched your growing belly.

Alone in the woods, you summoned every ounce of determination within you to survive and raise your child. The days were challenging, but your love for the unborn child kept you going. You gathered herbs, hunted for food, and built a life in solitude.

Years passed, and the forest had become your sanctuary, filled with echoes of memories and stories of Geralt's heroic deeds. You wondered if he would ever return, but the hope flickered dimly as time went on. Your son grew strong and curious, inheriting Geralt's silver hair and your unwavering spirit.

One fateful day, as sunlight filtered through the trees, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Geralt, his eyes filled with regret and longing. He had returned, drawn by the invisible thread connecting him to you and the child he never thought he could have.

His voice trembled as he spoke, "I never thought this could happen, but I should never have left. Seeing you and our child now... I can't bear the weight of my mistake."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, a mix of emotions flooding your heart. Anger, hurt, and longing warred within you, but the love you once shared still lingered beneath the surface.

"I never stopped loving you, Geralt," you whispered, your voice filled with both pain and forgiveness. "Our son deserves to know his father."

Geralt stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch the child who bore his features. A mix of wonder and awe danced in his eyes as he finally embraced the reality of the bond he had unknowingly created.

From that day forward, Geralt stayed by your side, committed to being a father and a partner. Together, you navigated the challenges of raising a child in the wilderness, finding solace in the love that had endured despite the odds.

In the depths of the woods, a new family was formed, bound by love, forgiveness, and the unbreakable ties that destiny had woven. The past may have been filled with pain, but the present held the promise of a future where love could conquer all.

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1 year ago

Title: A Witcher's Heart

Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia.

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The wind whistled through the trees as you made your way through the darkened forest. You were on a quest, searching for a rare herb that could save your village from a mysterious illness. Little did you know that destiny had something else in store for you that day.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound behind you. Instinctively, your hand went to your sword hilt. You turned, ready to face whatever danger lurked in the shadows. To your surprise, a tall figure emergedβ€”a man with white hair, piercing eyes, and the unmistakable presence of a Witcher.

Geralt of Rivia stood before you, his silver sword gleaming in the moonlight. He spoke in his gravelly voice, "Looking for trouble?"

You relaxed slightly, realizing he meant no harm. "No, I'm on a quest. I seek a rare herb to heal my village. But it seems I've lost my way."

Geralt's eyes studied you, assessing your determination and sincerity. "I can help," he offered, surprising you with his willingness.

Together, you embarked on a journey through the forest, sharing stories and laughter along the way. Geralt's gruff exterior melted away as you discovered his hidden warmth and kindness. He was unlike any other person you had metβ€”a blend of strength, resilience, and a surprising gentleness.

Days turned into weeks, and your bond with Geralt grew stronger. As he fought monsters and protected you from danger, you couldn't help but admire his skill and unwavering dedication. His scars told stories of countless battles, and yet, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that only you seemed to see.

One fateful night, as you sat by the campfire, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Geralt broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper, "I never expected to find someone like you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized the depth of your feelings for the Witcher. With trembling hands, you reached out and touched his cheek, your voice filled with emotion, "And I never expected to find someone like you either, Geralt."

In that moment, time stood still. Geralt's eyes met yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation. Then, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The world faded away as you shared a tender, passionate kissβ€”a union of two souls brought together by destiny.

From that day forward, you and Geralt traveled side by side, facing the challenges of the world together. Love and adventure intertwined, as you discovered the true power of companionship and the strength of a Witcher's heart.


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1 year ago

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π”šπ”žπ”―π”«π”¦π”«π”€: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”šπ”’π”¦π”€π”₯𝔱 𝔒𝔣 β„œπ”’π”€π”―π”’π”±

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.

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𝔄 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔒 𝔉𝔲𝔫 ℑ𝔫 𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔑𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱

π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―
π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π™·πšŽπš—πš›πš’ π™²πšŠπšŸπš’πš•πš• 𝚑 πš›πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš›

𝙰 π™±πš˜πš‘πš’πš—πš πš•πšŽπšœπšœπš˜πš—

𝙰 π™΅πšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πšƒπšŽπš—πšπšŽπš› π™³πš’πš•πšŽπš–πš–πšŠ

𝙰 π™Ώπš•πšŠπš’πšπšžπš• πšŽπš‘πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽ

πš‚πšŽπš›πšŽπš—πš’πšπš’ πš’πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πšŠπšπš’πšœπšŽ

πš‚πš πšŽπšŽπš πšŒπš›πšŠπšŸπš’πš—πšπšœ

πš‚πš‘πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš π™Ώπš›πš˜πš–πš’πšœπšŽ

π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ'𝚜 π™»πšŽπšπšŠπšŒπš’

𝙰 π™³πšŠπš’ 𝚘𝚏 π™΅πšžπš— πšŠπš—πš π™°πšπšŸπšŽπš—πšπšžπš›πšŽ

π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ π™°πšŒπš›πš˜πšœπšœ πš‹πš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›πšœ

π™΄πš—πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš π™·πšŽπšŠπš›πšπšœ

π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―
π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π”Šπ”’π”―π”žπ”©π”± 𝔒𝔣 β„œπ”¦π”³π”¦π”ž 𝔡 β„œπ”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π”‰π”―π”žπ”€π”ͺ𝔒𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 π”ž 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔒𝔫 β„Œπ”’π”žπ”―π”±

𝔄 π”šπ”¦π”±π” π”₯𝔒𝔯'𝔰 β„Œπ”’π”žπ”―π”±

π”˜π”«π”£π”¬π”―π”’π”°π”’π”’π”« 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔑𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔑𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔒𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢

𝔖π”₯π”žπ”±π”±π”’π”―π”’π”‘ 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”Šπ”²π”žπ”―π”‘π”¦π”žπ”«π”° π”ˆπ”ͺπ”Ÿπ”―π”žπ” π”’

π”„π”΄π”žπ”¨π”¦π”«π”€ β„Œπ”’π”žπ”―π”±π”°

π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―
π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π”‡π”žπ”’π”ͺ𝔬𝔫 π”—π”žπ”―π”€π”žπ”―π”Άπ”’π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯ 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔒 𝔄𝔫𝔑 π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯ 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔑

𝔅𝔯𝔒𝔒𝔑 𝔢𝔬𝔲

π”ˆπ”«π”³π”¦π”¬π”²π”° β„Œπ”’π”žπ”―π”±

𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”šπ”’π”¦π”€π”₯𝔱 𝔒𝔣 β„œπ”’π”€π”―π”’π”±

π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π”Žπ”©π”žπ”²π”° π”π”¦π”¨π”žπ”’π”©π”°π”¬π”« 𝔡 π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”’π”―

π‘²π’‚π’π’Šπ’Ž 𝑨𝒍 π‘¨π’”π’Šπ’Ž 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2


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1 year ago
Sweet Cravings

Sweet cravings

The sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air as you stepped into the cozy kitchen, your baby bump prominent beneath your shirt. Henry Cavill, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, stood by the counter, a plate of delectable cookies in his hand. He looked up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Y/N, I've made a discovery," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement.

Curiosity piqued, you walked over to him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, really? What have you discovered, Henry?"

Henry's grin widened as he reached for his phone, swiftly navigating to his Instagram profile. With a flourish, he unveiled a picture he had postedβ€”an image of you, radiant and glowing, cradling your baby bump with an expression of pure joy on your face.

"There you are, my love," Henry declared, his voice filled with adoration. "The world needs to see this beauty and the little one we're eagerly awaiting."

Your heart swelled with warmth as you looked at the image. Henry's caption read, "Just a proud papa-to-be indulging in some delicious cookies while marveling at the wonder growing inside @Y/N. Life's sweetest cravings!"

Laughter spilled from your lips, a mix of surprise and delight. "Henry, you didn't have to do this!"

"But I wanted to," he replied, his eyes softening with affection. "You and our baby deserve to be celebrated, and what better way than with cookies?"

In that moment, you realized the profound love and joy Henry felt for you and your growing family. His playful gesture, shared with the world, was a testament to his excitement and unwavering support.

As the day progressed, the picture gained traction on social media, eliciting an outpouring of warm wishes and congratulations. Messages of love and well-wishes flooded in, creating a virtual community of support that embraced you during this special time.

In the midst of it all, you and Henry reveled in the simple pleasuresβ€”baking cookies together, savoring each bite, and cherishing the excitement that swirled around you. The picture became a cherished memory, encapsulating the love and anticipation that filled your hearts.

And as your due date drew nearer, you knew that the journey ahead would be filled with more joy, challenges, and precious moments. With Henry by your side, you felt confident, knowing that his playful nature and unwavering love would continue to bring light to your lives.

In the years to come, that Instagram post would serve as a reminderβ€”a snapshot frozen in timeβ€”of the sweet cravings, laughter, and love that defined this chapter of your lives. Together, you would create a tapestry of cherished memories, with every cookie and every smile etched within your hearts forever.


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1 year ago

Love's Last Breath

Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.

Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.

"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."

You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."

Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.

Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."

Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.

Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."

As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.

In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.

But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.

And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.

As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.

But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.

Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.


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