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Lady Y/N Wentworth is a young noble woman whose world has quite suddenly changed. Y/N had a very secluded upbringing. She never knew her mother and was raised, almost solely, by her father, Baron Edmund Wentworth, in his quite country manor. But now, her father is dead and she is alone in the world, save for Lady Colton, her father’s sister. Y/N’s aunt and her family took her in for a time after the death of the baron, but Lady Colton has now decided to send her niece to court. As a maid in waiting to the Queen of England, Y/N will receive a steady income and hopefully, find a suitable husband…however, a life in the bustling court is far from appealing to Y/N, and all she wants to do is go home and grieve for her father in peace.

But, perhaps her feelings will change when he meets the King’s closet friend, Charles Brandon, the recently widowed Duke of Suffolk, .

Will he become a friend to her? And would she be contented if that was all he became?

Chapter 1 -  New Beginnings.

Chapter 2 - Introductions and Interruptions.

Chapter 3 - An Uneasy Mind

Chapter 4 - Early Mornings

Chapter 5 - Messages and Music

Chapter 6 - Breakfast

Chapter 7 - Wandering eyes and Distracted minds

Chapter 8 - Songs and Surprises

Chapter 9 - Dances and Disguises

Chapter 10 - Games and Aggression

Chapter 11 - Worries and Ruminations

Chapter 12 - Panic and Pavans

Chapter 13 - Realisations

Chapter 14 - Fear and Anger

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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Your Real Voice (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi! If youre taking requests can i please ask for a (henry) sherlock Holmes where the f!reader is Enola’s personal maid and when Sherlocl arrives they both fall for each and she’s clumsy around a lot and they confess one night and a lot of fluff ensures? Thank you so much!—Requested by anon

So, this is not quite as fluffy as you probably wanted, anon. One, because Sherlock isn’t exactly fluffy in any iteration he appears, and two, because I rather felt the exchange that occurs in this request is more honest and open than in what I could have written. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: mrcavill

The first time you met Sherlock, he swept through the door with Enola, taking in the hallway and adjacent rooms with one swift, all-encompassing glance.

He noticed you last, however.

You curtsied the moment he met your gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips, before you turned your attention to his sister. The young woman flung a shawl at you, not out of a lack of respect but merely because she yanked it so hard off her shoulders its momentum carried forward out of her hand. You caught it clumsily, not yet used to your mistress’s frustration with upper-class formalwear, and folded it awkwardly over your arm.

“And you are?”

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Feeding the U.S Army

summery: You’re a Masterchef contestant, and during the team challenge you and your team have to cook for 100 army men. Easy right?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Warning: very bad english, no proof-read. ENGLISH IS NOY MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’M SORRY.

I don’t even know what this is but I hope you like it

Masterchef! You had just passed the last selection and finally were going to cook in the Masterchef kitchen.

You didn’t really know what you were expecting when you send in your request to partecipate to the new season of Masterchef, the only thing you knew was that you loved cooking.

You had started cooking when you were really young: you were only eight when you helped your mom baking your dad’s birthday cake for the first time and you hadn’t stopped ever since.

It could seem strange for some people but, growing up in a farm, it was normal for anyone to help as much as they could: you had started with tidying up your room, you had learnt how to collect the eggs from the chicken goop first things in the morning, you had gone with your father to take care of the cows; but as soon as you and your family had found out how much you enjoyed spending your time in the kitchen, that had become your kingdom. You still helped with any other task if help was needed, but most of the time everyone left you do what you did best and what you loved the most: cooking.

So yeah.. you loved cooking: you cooked when you were happy, wou baked when you were stressed, you cooked when you were stuck in your own head, you went to the kitchen when you needed a moment to yourself knowing that very few people had the guts to follow you in your place in the house. 

Anyway the idea of participating at Masterchef first come out while the previous season of the show was on air: you were in the kicthen (surprise surprise!), you were preparing everything for that night gathering; your father was keeping you company while preparing a fruit salad (the only thing you had given him permission to touch, he had pretended to be fed up with your behavior but you both knew it was just for show). You were talking, the tv was on in the background when a new episode of Masterchef had began and your father had stopped answering your question.

“Dad?”- you had asked while still chopping the onions; there was so much to do in so little time you didn’t have time to pay attention to what your father was doing

“You are so much better than him”- your father hadn’t been making any sense

“What are you talking about?”- you had taken your attention from the onions to finally look at your father

“You should try and get on Masterchef”- your father had insisted still looking at the screen where Joe Bastianich was talking to a man in a black apron.

“You’re crazy”- you had simply said before getting back to your cooking. 

You hadn’t talked about it again that day, but the idea had lingered with you and even though you had kept your thoughts to yourself, your father knew you better than anyone else, so one day you had found the Masterchef application on your bed with a post on it 

‘I know you can do it honey- dad’- the post had said 

You had had a lot of fear: the fear of dissapoint your family, the fear of being on national television, the fear of leaving your family that needed your help at the farm every day, the fear of not suceeding, the fear of not being good enough,the fear of not pass even the first selection. Your father had come to your help once again “Honey the only way you could lose is if you didn’t even try. What’s the worst that could happen? that you don’t get in? Who cares? You will always be our favorite chef”

Your father’s words had been the push you needed, so you had send you application and when you had been called for the selection you had been excited.

You had survied the first couples eliminations and now you were going to be the captain of your team, the red team, in the first team challenge and you were scared shitless: not only you could go home if you made any mistakes, but the future in the competion of your team mates depended on you too, and as if that wasn’t enough you had to feed one- hundred army man. So yeah you were panicking and trying not to show it because you needed your team to trust you and to be calm enough to serve good food.

You took a deep breath and focused on what the judges Gordon Ramsay, Joe Bastianich and Aaron Sànchez were saying.

“Each  team will have to devise a menu that includes a protein, two vegetable and a sauce”- Joe said

“Now remeber, at the end of the day one of you will be eliminated and this will be last time he will be cooking in this competion”- Gordon’s words kept your anxiety spiriling but you tried to keep your focus- “All right, are you guys ready? let’s go”

You and your team sprinted as soon as Gordon had done talking. Once what you wanted to cook had been decided, you gave a task to each and everyone of your team mates and you all started cooking.

Managing between doing your own prep and making sure every team member was doing ok and didn’t need your help, wasn’t easy but you made it; the judges tasted your dish after half an hour and, aside from some suggestions to make it better, they liked it.

So you were on cloud nine: the judges liked the dish your team had devised, your prep had gone alright, your team was doing ok. But then service started and YOU PANICKED: you had to serve 100 army men and women and you had no idea how to prepare 100 dished that were perfect and that looked all the same. Your team was looking at you for direction but you had no idea what to do: you had never worked in a restaurat, none of you ever had, and when you cooked for your family gathering everyone made their own dishes, you were so out of your comfort zone. 

And that’s when things started to go even worse: service had started, the army men and women had arrived and had a very clear view of your stations, you had no idea how you wanted to plate the food and Gordon Ramsay came to you and he didn’t look happy.

“Red team come here, all of you, RIGHT NOW! We need a system, your tray is cold, the food is cold, I’m not letting you serve fucked up food. Take your food back in, warm it up, warm your tray. Y/n come here. YOU ARE THE TEAM CAPTAIN, SO FUCKING WAKE UP, DECIDE HOW YOU WANT YOUR FOOD ON THE PLATE AND START A PRODUCTION LINE. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Y/N”- Gordon pratically screamed in your face, you knew he just wanted to make sure the food that came out was perfect, he only wanted for you guys to succeed, but you had never liked when people screamed in your face even if you knew they didn’t mean any harm. Your eyes watered but you weren’t going to cry, you were going to do this, but when you thought things couldn’t go any worse..... you found out you were obviously very wrong.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”- a voice boomed behind Gordon and once you raised your gazed to see what was going on, you saw a mountain of a man, dressed in uniforme, coming towards you.

It was clear not even Gordon knew what was happening

“Can I help you, sir?”- Gordon asked, you couldn’t sure but his voice sounded a little bit unsure

“You wanna help me, why don’t you start by not screaming at a woman?”- the army-man’s voice was much calmer now but he wasn’t any less intimidating. Gordon didn’t know what to say and you knew it, so you took a step forward

“It’s really not a problem.. ehmm”- you read the name of the man on his uniform - “Captain Syverson, sir. Chef Gordon was just giving me a pep talk, everything is good. We will be serving you your food very soon”

As soon as you had started talking the man’s eyes had moved from Gordon to you and for the first time, since he had come over, you noticed how bautiful they really were. His eyes had become gentler when he had started looking at you, you had almost shivered when his attention had been on you and you only.

“Mhhm”- Captain Syverson said like he was still assessing the situation before deciding - “You can called me just Syverson”- he said before turning around and going back to his men.

You stood there for another second, all eyes were on you and you were sure your cheeks were burning

“Back to work guys”- you said. There was no way you weren’t sarving your best food to that hunk of a man.

Everything had gone smoothly after that, you had felt eyes on you some time during service but every time you had looked up you had never been able to pin point who was looking at you, so you had always gone back to work.

Once the judges had annouced your team had received 70 votes against the 30 of the other team and you had won you couldnt’ been happier, you had been sad for the contestant that had had to leave the show, but it was a competition and that was how it worked.

You were still celebrating with your team when you heard someone clearing their throath behind you

“Hello”- captain Syverson was behind you

“Oh Captain, hello”- what was happening?

“I thought I told you to call me Syverson, or Nathan if you prefer, but none on that Captain crap”- his raspy voice was doing things to you that shouldn’t be possible when you had just met the man.

“Right. Was everything ok with your food?”- you asked because why would he be here, if not because there had been something wrong with his food

“The food was amazing, you’re a fantastic cook, sugar”- he said and your cheeks burned once again at the name. What was this man doing to you

“Oh thank you, it was a team effort”

“Well you are the team captain, so I think you deserve some credit, sugar”- he said before looking back where a man was calling for him - “I need to go, but I really hope to see you again sugar”- he winked at you before leaving.

“uh”- you stood there staring at his back not sure of what had happened.

Everyone had joked about what happened between Gordon and the captain for the rest of the season, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the man that had screamed at Gordon Ramsay (GORDON- FUCKING- RAMSAY) for you.

The competition had gone on and without even knowing how you had arrived to the grand finale and to your surprise YOU HAD WON!

So yeah when you sent your application for Masterchef you didn’t know what you were expecting, but in the end it was clear you had left the show with so much more you had even though you could win.

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itsMeYN When I sent the application for Masterchef, because my father conviced me to, I never thought I would even passed the first selection, let alone win the finale. This journey has given me so much, I learnt from every single one of the other contestat, some of which have become really good friends. I don’t even know how to start thanking the judges, Gordon, Joe and Aaron, They have taught me so much and always known when I needed a nudge to wake up and start believe in myself. Thank you, thank you this competition has given me so much 

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yourmominsta I’m so proud of you honey 

jennifer So happy for you, I was rooting for you since the first episode

haley234 Congrats! can we please talk about the team challenge with the army man ;)

austin  Oh my god! that episode was the best, that army captain was totally hitting on her

felicity Does Captain Syverson have instagram? Please does anyone know?

austin I dont think so, I’ve been looking for him too

rachel  Guys I was watching her story the other day and I swear there was a very familiar scratchy voice in the backgroud

yourbestfriend Oh my god... @itsmeYn I think you got busted

itsmeYn @yourbestfriend shut up

haley234 wait what

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ItmeYn Had the pleasure to dine at @gordonndram restaurant, and wasn’t that an experience. Also I think the second meeting between Gordon and at certain someone went a lot better

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austin “Certain someone”... yep she is totally dating Captain Syverson. Is it normal being so obsessed with the idea of them together when I have only seen 5 min of them together on tv?

haley234 Same sis, same.... and maybe it’s not normal but who cares

gordongram We still yelled at each other so I wouldn’t say it went so much better

itsMeYn “We” is the key word here, you yelled at Sy too, i think it’s mostly out of love now 

austin Sy... I repeat she wrote Sy... My ship is real

Yeah Masterchef had given you so much…

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The one with the “Call her Daddy Podcast”

Summery: you are invited to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, and after a serious considerstion, you decide to accept and to be unfiltered

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader (demisexual!reader)

Warnings: 18+(there is not smut, but there is mention of sex), bad english (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES). This is not proofread, sorry!

FEEDBACK, OF ANY KIND, IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

When you had been asked to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, the first thing that had come to your mind had been an HARD NO! There was no way you were going to let anyone convince you otherwise: you were a shy person, you felt uncomfortable when people asked you too much personal questions during interviews. This side of you was so well known that many of your costars were always ready to come to your help when you started to get too flustered about the questions you were asked during interviews.

So no, there was no way that you were to be a guest of a podcast during which you were going to be asked personal questions for sure. 

Your agent had asked you to think about it a little bit more before turning the invitation down, she had pointed out that even though you had been an actress for long people still didn’t know much about you, and even though there wasn’t nothing bad with being a private person, it would be good for your career if you would be able to open a little bit more, just a little bit so that your fan could know you and sympathize with you and your life. You had promised her to think about it, because she actually had had a point, even though you were sure that after giving a couple of more thoughts and after talking with your boyfriend, you would have still come to the same conclusion: you couldn’t do it.

Instead... 

Your boyfriend, like the goddman perfect man that he was, had told you that he couldn’t make the decsion for you, that it would be something huge for you, so that you had to really think  it through to understand if you could do it: it wouldn’t make any sense if you decided to go but in the end wouldn’t be able to be very honest and answer even some uncomfortable questions. He had also told that you could never know if your interview wouldn’t end up helping someone finding out new things about thmselves.

So yes you had decided to try in the end and here you were trying to sit comfortably on a sofa ready to do this.

“Y/n Y/sn, welcome to call her daddy. How did you decide what you wanted to wear today?”- the host, Alexandra Copper, asked

“Well I just wanted to be comfortable so there wasn’t much of a choice. For a moment I had thought to come in my sweatpants, but then I thought I should at least put a little bit of un affort, so yeah in the end it was a jeans and a sweater ”- you smiled, you hadn’t expected fot that first question, but it actually helped calm you a little bit.

“I mean, sweatpants would have still been a great choice but you look really cute and comfortable so that’s what matter. So Y/n you are a very well known actress and I saw when you arrived how many paps followed you, how do you deal with that?”- Alexandra asked

“Well first of all thank you for the’ very well known’… I mean it’s not ideal and it’s not my favorite thing about my career for sure, but I think what helps is that they mostly bother you when you are in LA, anywhere else they are few and far and they usually are more interested in me when I am with my boyfriend. If I am alone most of the time I manage with just a couple of photos you know, so they can say they did their job; but when my boyfriend Henry is with me they go bananas. So I get that the solution for me would be to change boyfriend”- you and Alexandra both laughed in the end, both knowing it was a joke.

“So let’s get into it, you are in a relationship with one of the most famous person in the world, Henry Cavill, Superman himself. What are the best parts?”- she asked

“Well for starters Henry is one of the best person, if not THE best person, i have ever met in my life, he is one of those people that always thinks about others, that always does his best to make people happy and comfortable. So yeah the very best part I think his Henry himself. We met in a very delicate moment of my life and, even before we started dating, he had always been there for me, to support me, he is like my rock you know, my best friend”- you said, hoping that you didn’t sound like a fangirl with her first crush

“You guys are really cute together and I think that the love you two share is so pure and authentic that a lot of people can see it, even from the outside, even just watching you talk with one another, I think that’s a reason why like almost everyone really love you together”

“Thank you, it’s really nice to know people are supportive of our relationship, not that people hate would change how we feel about each other, I mean he would still be my soulmate even if there was a lot of hate direct at us, but it’s nice”- you smiled and you really meant it because when Henry had asked you out the first time 6 years ago you had been very unsure: he was already very much famous and you had just started your career and the last thing you wanted was for people to even remotely think that you were just dating him to boost your career. And adding to that there was an age difference that didn’t make either of you uncomfortable but you knew that most people probably wouldn’t like that. It had taken you a little bit of time to let your fear of what people could think behind and just decide to do what your heart was telling you to do.

“How has you dating such a famous person impacted your identity?”

“That’s a good question, I think that dating Henry, as Henry not as famous person you know, has added to my identity a lot like any other relationship would. I was a lot younger and he was a little bit older than I am now when we first started dating so I actually grew up during the relationship so yeah it has changed me for the best I think. Dating him has for sure helped me become the woman I am now; I dont’ know if I am explaining myslef”- you laughed sure that you had made a mess

“No no I get it, every relationship teach you a lot you know, have you ever received hate at the beginning of your relationship because of the age gap?”

“I mean people can be judgimental and at the beginning of our relantioship it was a real fear of mine, not of Henry, he didn’t care, again he was more mature than me back then so he was like ‘I am not doing anything wrong, I’m not hurting anybody so fuck them’ you know. And in the end Henry’s attitude rubbed off on me and when the months went on and then years went on and we were still together and people couldn’t say that he was with me only for sex or I was with him only for his money or his fame, it all passed. So yeah, he never cared about the possible hate and I started to not care anymore after some time too.”

“I get it, you know haters gotta hate so the only thing you can do is be happy”- Alexandra said

“Exactly”

“So this is a question that I hadn’t planned to ask so you can decide not to answear without any problem I swear, but it has been a curiosity of mine for so long that I have to.”

“You are scaring me”- you laughed trying to stay calm

“no no don’t be scared, I’ve watched your last film the other night, wonderful job by the way”

“Thank you”- you stopped her for a second

“So  there was a very intimate scene in the film and I have always wondered how are you able to play that scene, I mean I know you are an actor and of course it’s your job but isn’t it difficult to pretend?”-Alexandra finished her question

“Oh my god, you really scared me but I can answear that. It’s difficult, it really is, for me in particular it is more difficult to shoot an intimate scene than one where I am supposed to be sad or angry or whatever. It becomes easier with the experience of course but it wasn’t at the beginning. I still remember my first sex scene, it was such a flop because when you shoot an intimate scene it’s basically like you have to fake an orgasm and I really didn’t know how to”

“Oh come on every woman knows how to fake an orgasm because everyone has had to fake at least once”- alexandra argued

“I know it sounds difficult to believe but I haven’t, I have had my first sexual relationship, and can’t believe I’m actually saying it, with Henry and I haven’t ever needed to fake”

“Wait, leaving behind that you have never needed to fake with your boyfriend so lucky you, you didn’t date anyone before Henry?”- you thought a second before answering, you weren’t ashemed of who you were, of your experience but this was the first time you actually opened up about this side of yourself

“I had some dates before Henry but never a sexual partner before him. I am actually demisexual, I don’t feel sexual attraction if I don’t have an emotional connection first and a lot of people don’t have the patience to wait for me to get there. So I tried dating for a while but once I saw people getting impatient after the second or third date I actually stopped dating for a while. Beside I had just started my career and I knew I needed to be focused so I swore off dating, at least untill I met Henry, that is. And even then it was a while before I agreeded to a date but he is a very stubborn person”- you took a deep breath

“I didn’t know that”

“It’s ok, I don’t think anyone did other than my friend and family”- you smiled at her

“I’m really glad you decided to open up and now for the most difficult questions”- she started and you both laughed because you knew what was coming -”this is the part where we talk about your sex life if it’s ok”- Alexandra double checked even though you had already given the all clear before the interview began

“I’m ready”

“We need to give the fan what they want, to give them a little taste. So are you a morning sex or a night sex person?”- she asked

“I’m more like the morning sex kinda girl because it gives you a boost for the day you know. But both Henry and I, we work a lot and even though we try to make sure our work plan align as much as we can, it’s not always possible. So the real answear would be whenever we are together and have time.”- you could see the mirth in Alexandra’s eyes

“You gotta make it count right?”

“Right”- you nodded at her

“Has anyone ever tried to have a threesome with you and Henry?”

“If you mean if anyone ever have approached us in person, no, but a lot of people have asked on tweeter And the answer would be a no anyway, not only for me but even for Henry. He is not into sharing I’m afraid and not even I am. Sorry guys”- you laughed , yu were finding yourself to have actually fun… who would have thought

“Do you and Henry have the same favorite sex positions?”

“I think so”

“Can you give us one?”- Alexandra smiled trying to get more from you

“We like to change and experiment but my all time favorite would be cowgirl”- you answered in the end

“You heard it here, what is the sexiest think that Henry does that turns you on?”

“I mean you have seen my boyfriend, he can just look at me with those beautiful eyes of him and the love that I always find there is always enough to get me ready to go”- you laughed not even understanding how was possible for you to feel so comfortable to answear withouth any problem -”but one of the thing that turn me the most on is actually watching Henry work out”

“What is the sexiest thing that you do that turn Henry on?”

“wearing his clothes probably”

“Y/n Y/sn we are done, thank you for being here and thank you for being so open and honest, it was really nice to have you here”- Alexandra said at the end.

“Thank you for having me, I thought long and hard before agreeing to come because I knew of course the question would be really personal but I am actually gald I accepted to come”

And you meant it, you were glad in the end that you had changed your mind but you couldn’t wait to leave the building and go back to your boys.

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The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

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Wails of Wedded Bliss

Chapter 6 || Masterlist || Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Upon meeting the Baroness you are enamoured by her devotion.

Pairing: Sherlock Homes x wife!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, (No Smut), typical historical misogyny and sexism, mentions and discussion on miscarriages. Implied domestic abuse and infidelity.

Word Count: 9k

Author Notes: This is an important but rather sad chapter. I beseech you all to read the warnings. The details of this chapter are important to the plot of the missing Baron Thaddeus Pennicott.

Inspiring Song: "Flightless Bird American Mouth" by Vitamin String Quartet

8:30am Wednesday 7th May 1890, Grovelands House, The Bourne, London, England. 

Sherlock tucked your arm into his side as you three entered the Groveland house foyer. The floor was made of fine marble tile and with ever step a light echo raced down the halls.

The inspector called upon a nearby dusting maid to fetch the head of the house. Who returned was a thin and tall man in a butler’s uniform with a sliver pocket watch hanging from his chest. His hair was the colour of autumn leaves and his face littered in freckles.

He bowed, “I am mister Edward Redmayne, head butler of the Groveland estate, how may I assist you?”

The inspector shook his hand and stated quickly, “We spoke on the telephone yesterday? A telegraph was sent.”

The butler smiled with a relieving gasp, “Detective Holmes?”

Lestrade sheepishly looked over his shoulder to you and your husband. He nodded. His expression wore a emotion of embarrassment mixed with annoyance. Perhaps he was jealous of your husband’s successful published case stories. You wished you could have told the constable not to fret as Sherlock was nothing short of a arrogant mule...yet again- the mark on his face...he probably already knew that.

8:42am Wednesday 7th May 1890, Grovelands House, The Bourne, London, England. 

Upon meeting the lady of the house, you stood frigid by your husband. You felt somewhat self conscious by her grey eyes that lingered over your dress. Perhaps you should’ve worn your Sunday best before meeting a woman of such a high status.

The baroness was unmistakably pregnant. Her belly was bold and rounded beneath her maternity gown. She had been sitting calmly on a resting chaise, knitting a small bonnet for her future child. Her hands were covered in fine burgundy velvet gloves to match her modest dress.

Her face was framed by a light brown curls, that appeared almost white in some places, twisted into a bum at the base of her neck. Her pale face was blotchy with pink flecks and slight acne.

“Lady Pennicott, I am Inspector Braydon Lestrade of Scotland Yard,” the British officer proclaimed as he bowed dramatically forward. You withheld a girlish giggle by how low the man had bent his head and presented himself foolishly, and from the corner of your eye you manage to catch the whisp of Sherlock’s smirk.

The inspector waved his arm behind him and moved aside, “-and with me is Detective Sherlock Holmes and his wife, Mrs Holmes.”

You produced the baroness a respectable curtsy, your eyes glued down to the beautifully patterned carpet. You wondered how the servants could keep it so clean and freshly unstained by dirty guests. It must have been new.

The baroness shuffled her knitting needles and ball of woollen yarn into a Whicker basket and disposed of it beside her.

A slow stretching smile graced her thin lips as she spoke to you, “Oh, are you the little dear who solved that factory match girl incident?”

You weren’t sure how to answer her question. You weren’t entirely sure what the baroness was referencing until Sherlock stepped closer with your arm still cradled in his.

“No dear Baroness,” Sherlock pat your hand gently, “That would have been my sister Enola Holmes, she has her own detective office at present moment. My wife is here on my invitation. I wished to gift her a sight of the grand park and estate while I was here upon duty.”

The Baroness cocked her head, from her ears hung pearls that swung and hung like rain drops.

“Come forth dear,” she lifted her hand and beckoned you, “I would like to have better view of you.”

You wondered if she could smell the sweat beginning to drop down the back of your neck. You bit your tongue and tried to refrain from trembling. You were nervous. Her eyes were cold but her smile warm, two conflating details that you couldn’t understand. The last thing you needed now on top of a terrible start to your marriage was to be scrutinized by a haughty pregnant baroness.

She flickered your fingers for you to bend down to her. As you leant down, you swore you could smell copper, a metalic scent. A vein on your scalp pulsed. She scanned your face of its details. You dared to wonder what she was searching for. And then it clicked...the smell...

‘Dear god, you prayed, please don’t let her smell my blood, please let this not be my blood...’

You should have sprits on some perfume before leaving baker street.

She glanced behind you and questioned angelically, “How does it feel having such a clever husband?”

Your lips opened and closed. You resembled a fish. You were stumped to answer quickly.

‘Miserable, infuriating, torturous, pleasurable mixed with a cup of agony...’

She lifted her brows until you hurriedly blurted, “He is...formidable and righteous...” you stood up tall and took a step back, adding with a monetarism of truth, “I am very lucky to have become his bride.”

‘Lucky, while incredibly resentful.’

You reached back, Sherlock adopted your arm back into his hold once more.

Lady Pennicott rubbed her belly, her eyes started to twinkle, “And soon you will have a plethora of children that will look like him I gather.”

Your eyes fluttered. Sherlock’s hand tightened around your glove and his throat bobbed. You felt hot in the face.

Yes that’s right, that’s what normal husband and wife did isn’t it? They have children. That was your role, to be the mother of Sherlock’s offspring...

You couldn’t answer.

And there. That dear girl is when you questioned for the first time. ‘Is this what I want?’ and ‘Do I want Sherlock’s children.’ Because having a knowing of his barbarism conflated a fear in your belly...would Sherlock hurt his own children if he could easily hurt you, his wife?

When you hesitated for too long to answer her again, Sherlock said with a strained tone that was masked in a hopeful joy, “One may only hope, Baroness.”

“Lady Pennicott,” Graydon interrupted, “We have come to ask you on the whereabouts of Lord Pennicott and the evening he was last sighted.”

Her eyes narrowed at the inspector and with an annoyed twinge she muttered and wiped her hands on a nearby blanket, “I already informed the police of what I was informed of by our butler Edward.”

She glanced up next her right. Mister Redmayne observed her, looking down. The pair smiled to each other. She reached out to him. She grabbed his hand and they squeezed.

The inspector laughed nervously, “Indeed but Detective Sherlock Holmes was not presently involved in the case until yesterday.”

Her eyes flickered quickly to your husband and her face flared with confusion quickly to be matched with a impressed smile, “Of course, please sit all of you as I am near a indisposition with my child,” she gestured to the mirroring chaise and a chair beside the fireplace, “Edward, please tell Martha to bring tea and biscuits for our kind service men and Mrs Holmes.”

The butler bowed to you all and left the sitting room.

Lestrade took his place on the lone chair while Sherlock sat you beside him on the chaise. You took your time to lower yourself. Sitting on your bruises was uncomfortable while another cramp hit you. Your fingers dug into his palm.

From Lestrades breast pocket he pulled out a notebook and small pencil.

“Lady Pennicott,” Sherlock softly hummed, “Please, could you tell me what your husband is like as a person?”

The woman who you believed was in her late thirties smiled and stated softly, “My Thaddeus is a noble man, good taste in wine and very devoted to his work. He likes to go hunting and we share a passion for gardening,” she glanced up at the ceiling and paused, “He prefers to plant vegetables to donate to the church and orphans, whereas I have always loved to grow my flowers.”

The way she described him, her devotion was deep and honourable. She touched her round belly.

Sherlock looked over to the fire place behind the baroness. On the mantle was a magnificent portrait twice your height, painted on the canvas was who you recognised as Lord and Lady Pennicott. He was sitting up straight on a fine red cushioned chair with his dirty blonde hair and softened mutton chops while she stood at his right and her ringed hand on his shoulder. The similarities were there but Lady Pennicotts hair had lightened in reality perhaps from all the years that separated her likeness and her reality.

“I was informed Lord Pennicott is a father of five?” Sherlock asked.

The Baroness smiled proudly and pat her tummy softly, “Six soon.”

You couldn’t help notice something was missing from the painting, Sherlock also had a similar thought.

Where were the children in the portrait? Where was a family portrait in the house?

“Forgive me,” a breath of air escaped from him, “are the children away at school?”

“Oh,” her uncanny smile remained while her brows angled down, her throat tightened as she spoke, “I fear they are in the loving embrace of angels now. All of them were taken from us by God,” her eyes glanced to you, “They came out sleeping.”

Your heart sunk to the pit of your belly with sorrow and pity.

Five babies lost, five babies gone…five pregnancies… four and a half years of pregnancy and for what? Five angels.

A woman had one holy role in life, to bare her husband children, and when a woman was defective or produced a sickly child, it was a symbol of failure in society. But you never saw it that way...you imagined it must’ve been agony to lose so many babies. One or two was a common occurrence but five? Five was a curse to experience and relive over and over.

“Well,” you interrupted Sherlock rudely, cutting him off from his next abrasive question by squeezing his hand a little too hard.

You could see the mourning in the baroness’ face. You saw the classic look of all women made uncomfortable by something a man has said. What the hell would the detective know about a woman’s emotions after how coldly he has treated all women and yourself.

You shuffled on the opposite chaise and smile softly, “I will pray this one will come swiftly and feel the warmth of their mother.”

The baroness’ face lifted and warmed. She smiled happily and nodded, “Thankyou, oh I’m just so excited! This one really is a big one, I can feel it. I hope it’s a boy.”

Sherlock was staring at you intensely as the maid Martha finally delivered a pot of tea and poured the steaming liquid. His brows were knitted and his eyes held suspicion as he kept you in his sight. You politely nodded your head once at him before reaching for a hot cup and lifting it to your lips.

Sherlock sighed and turned back to his questioning, “You would say you liked your marriage?”

The baroness appeared offended by your husband as her face wrinkled and a sneer spread her thin lips, “Of course, any woman who doesn’t like her marriage should not be married in the first place. She is a burden to her husband if she cannot perform her duties as a wife.”

Lady Pennicott leant forward and collected her own cup of tea, she delicately pinched a biscuit and dunked it into the contents.

…you felt Sherlock drag his thumb across your fingers. You felt chilly, could he read your thoughts? Did he know truly how much you already hated him and his ideas of intimacy in your marriage? He clear his throat when both your glancing eyes caught each other.

“Can you tell me what happened,” Sherlock pressed, “The night of your husbands disappearance?”

“Well...after dinner,” the baroness sighed in thought and nibbled on her moist biscuit, “Thaddeus wanted to speak with me in his office about a spending I had made a week ago. You see, I had bought a cradle for the nursery. The one we had originally was broken and beyond repair, we disposed of it a month prior. Thaddeus was not pleased with the price and claimed it was an unnecessary purchase,” she paused and set her cup aside before she touched her belly again; rubbing in soft slow circles, she began to blushed, “He was sorely hurt by my choice. He then became very cross with me and left his office in a huff.”

She looked to the yarn, to the tea pot and then finally to the painting on the mantle, “I deemed that he would find forgiveness in his heart by the morning and brush it off. I returned back to the nursery to tidy up before I went to my rooms and went to bed to sleep in my quarters of the east wing. Thaddeus keeps himself to the west wing most nights.”

The detective nodded, “What time do you believe it was when you went to your bed, Baroness?”

She hummed softly while pursuing her lips, “A quarter to nine in the evening.”

“And how did you realise your husband was missing?” Sherlock stole a scone off the tea tray and lifted it to his lips. He paused amidst chewing it slowly.

The noble woman sighed and recollected, pragmatically, “In the morning Mr Redmayne informed me on how Thaddeus took off into the night astride Arion, our prize stallion Clydesdale. Thaddeus had not returned by the next morning and that is when concern drew near. I sent members of my staff to the factories to investigate his whereabouts and none had come upon him. I knew something had to be wrong so I alerted the authorities by the second morning.”

Your husband took a deep breath and discarded the half bitten scone, he wiped his hand unceremoniously on his jacket and throatily asked, “Do you recall if Lord Pennicott has any potential persons he might be deemed as an enemy towards?”

“Only his company competitors, Detective,” She said saccharinely with her smile, “He was a very loveable man.”

“Do you have a list of the names of staff who were working that evening here in Groveland House?”

The butler stepped forward and cleared his throat, “That would be in Lord Pennicotts office,” he pulled out a pair of keys, “I can you show you gentlemen in and where he keeps his accounts and other paraphernalia to his business if you’d like?”

Both Sherlock and Lestrade smiled and stood up.

“Baroness,” Sherlock gently requested, “Would it be overly bothersome if my beloved wife remained and kept you company while the inspector and I look in your husband’s office.”

Your heart jumped to your throat. What was Sherlock doing leaving you behind with the Baroness by yourself!?....what if you spoke out of turn or said something too presumptuous for your status!?...

“Most certainly not,” she beamed “I will gladly accept such delightful company,” She held out a hand, palm down to her right. The butler speedily stepped to her side and leant her his hand. She winced as she scooted forward on the cushioned lounge before struggling to rise to her feet.

Sherlock leant down and kissed the back of your wrist again, so scantily in front of the baroness. You tried tor refrain from loudly gasped and bringing anymore dangerous attention to yourself. Your husband left your side and followed the butler with Lestrade out of the sitting room.

So the party turned to two married women. The baroness was pleased.

She stepped closer to you and reached for your arm. You were surprised by her familiarity but you would not deny the assistance of a woman so desperately swollen and ready to birth any day.

“My dear, would you care to have a stroll with me in my garden?” She smirked and jerked her chin, “Knowing how dear Thaddie kept his space organised I suspect the gentlemen might be a while.”

You nodded and quickly made the warning assurance, “Are you in a condition to move great feets Lady Pennicott?”

“Fret not,” She giggled girlishly and waved her hand casually, “The physician told me fresh air is delightful for the health of the babe,” she tapped the top of her belly, “I have a month or so before they come.”

Your eyes widened, she looked huge enough to give birth now, surely she wasn’t a month away!! Maybe she was going to be blessed with a pair of twins. You had such a limited knowledge of pregnancy in women. Your grandmother hadn’t given birthed a child in the last forty years before your birth!!!

She pointed the way out of the main mansion to enter the garden paths. The sun was perfect today amongst the clouds. It was neither cold nor hot nor humid and dank...it was pleasant and you could smell the fresh nature of bushels and flowers.

“How long have you been known as, The Mrs Holmes?” She inquired cheerfully with her shining silver eyes.

“...Not very long,” you replied warmly before risking a white lie, “We recently finished our honeymoon.”

She grinned and waddled passed a wooden bench, she took a quick stop to rest and pat the seat for you to join her instead of standing dumbly.

“Shall I share some words of advise?,” She hummed, “From a woman that has been married for twelve years?”

“I would be ever so grateful,” you said rushed and desperate. You wouldve listened to anything she had to say. A woman of her standing must’ve held adequate wisdom.

She warmly cupped both your hands and squeezed them. And yet there was an ice creepy into her gaze. She appeared to dissociate, her voice losing its youthful lilt. Her lip wobbled slightly.

“Men are visual creatures. While you are so young and beautiful, you must become pregnant as soon as possible,” Lady Pennicott ran her palm across your waist, her eyes like razors cut across the yard to a bush of red rose buds, “It is inevitable that our husbands will stray their gazes to other women, it is in their nature,” those grey stones in her face rolled back and weighed you down, “as I said- visual creatures. The sooner you make a babe, the easier his devotion comes,” A joyous grin returned to her thin lips, she playfully tapped the tip of your nose and stated, “Trust me upon this.”

You clenched your hand behind you and strained a smile, “I thankyou for such wise words Baroness. I will endeavour to do what I must to conceive.”

At this moment in time Sherlock had proved himself a monstrous villain. Would it be possible for you to fall pregnant?

You looked out at the divine lush greenery and exhaled softly.

“Do you garden Mrs Holmes?” the baroness queried.

You chuckled softly and removed your gloves, you flashed her a sight of your palm, “I am afraid my hands have never been introduced. My grandmother preferred I focus on mastering piano and embroidery.”

The grey orbs fluttered back at you with a surprised him, “Embroidery is a lovely skill,” she pat your hand and pointed across the field, “Please help me up Mrs Holmes, let us take a look at my lilacs.”

You stood straight up and leant out your arm, she was surprisingly light for a woman her size. She leant against you and took small timid steps to her flower patches.

She stood and admired the flower patches, pointing to different types and explaining the breeds of flowers she hoped to grow in the future.

You finally bent over enough and cupped the petals of purple to hold up to your nose and took in a wiff “They smell lovely,” from the corner of your eye was a line of crimson, “I see your roses will soon be in bloom.”

She pinched a bud that was peaking to bloom soon.

“Oh yes, the soil is rich and healthy,” she giggled, “I can’t wait for Thaddeus to return, he liked the roses. He would stand here for a while and think. I know he will love the red colour. It is his favourite shade you see...” She sighed dreamily with her eyes scanning the bushes of scarlet rose buds, “I miss him terribly. I hope he’s alright. I want him to come home soon before the baby arrives.”

A fly smacked into your eye and you sputtered, battering it away. When you gracelessly composed yourself, you stood back up to your feet beside the Lady of Groveland.

You could see how her eyes puddles with droplets of mournful tears. You felt bad for any woman that did not know where her husband was. Especially if there was a rumour about him fleeing the marriage and abandoning her in her serious pregnant condition.

Taking the chance, you boldly took both your hands into yours and now squeezed them. Another buzzing from a fly sat on your shoulder.

The day was growing warmer and a bead of sweat rolled down your neck. The fly tickled your neck and suckled along your salted skin.

You tried your best to ignore the annoying creature.

“I am sure he will Lady Pennicott,” you soothed with a soft welcoming grin, “And he will be most happy when he returns.”

She sighed solemnly and glanced back at the rose bushes. You felt obligated for her happiness in that moment. Glancing back to the house you felt a opportunity come to you.

“May I visit your nursery Lady Pennicott, so I may have references for my own in the future?”

Her eyes flickered up, her face shine bright and her hand tightened over your wrists excitedly as though she was still as youthful as a school girl.

“Why of course Mrs Holmes,” she spun on her heel and wobbled a slight, she lifted her hand and called to the maid Martha still packing the china set inside, “Please inform the detective that I am taking his wife up to the nursery.”

“Yes Baroness,” she said with a humble curtsey and scurried off while Lady Pennicott took you totally inside the house and up a grand stair case from the foyer.

9:03am Wednesday 7th May 1890, Grovelands House, The Bourne, London, England. 

Up, up, up you both climbed the stairs. You noticed how the stairs didn’t bother her ladyship once, she was fit and stridden widely whereas you were breathing a little hard by the top step.

She pulled you down a hallway to a white painted door.

She excitedly opened the door wide and practically skipped inside to show you around her future child’s room.

The walls were covered in light blue and yellow paint. There were small peonies covering the trim of the room. There was no carpet but who needed one when you had a newborn.

“Welcome to the resting nest of my baby,” Lady Pennicott proudly exclaimed, spreading her arms out at the room around you.

There was a tall shelf filled with stuffed animals and teddy bears. There was a rocking horse, a doll house, spinning tops, tin cars and rubber balls all waiting, collecting dust, awaiting the arrival of a playmate. There was a permabulator by the window sill. There was a rocking chair in one corner and against the wall closest to the door- you smiled and swaggered over curiously, “Is this the cradle you bought?”

It was made of fine cream painted wood. You chewed your bottom lip in the thought. It was a lovely crib, why was Lord Pennicott so upset by such a delightful purchase? He didn’t have money issues. You put it down as that you didn’t understand the way men thought and men will never know what women think.

“Yes,” Lady Pennicott chirped, “it is from William Whitely department store in Baywater next to the Howard & Co dress department.”

The Baroness sat down into her rocking chair and slowly moved it back and forth, watching you admire the nursery she spent hours and years consistently curating.

You clenched the edge and looked over the railing down at the empty bedding. There was a teddy lamb in the corner, you pinched it’s fluffy white tail and sighed. For a brief moment you let your eyes close and your imagination wander far.

One day you’d have this...with Sherlock. An empty cradle to be filled. You caught the vision of a tiny hand squeeze around your finger and the sound of soft gurgles with the warm pressure of a hand on your waist...was that Sherlock’s hand? Was that your child?

One day you’d have a baby to care for, to provide these things that meant love...yet, was any child of Sherlock’s capable of love? He certainly wasn’t as far as you were concerned.

You bit down a shudder and opened your eyes, feeling hot tears glide down a cheek. You pushed back and sighed, “I am most confident on one thing Lady Pennicott.”

“And what is that Mrs Holmes?” she said softly, she could see the unspoken pain in your face. You swallowed hard and your face fell into a smile, you flashed her a wink.

You laughed softly, “Your child will be spoilt rotten by the love you give.”

She chuckled with you and nodded.

“Have you thought of a name?” you inquired, waltzing over to the chested drawers of baby knick knacks on display.

“Thaddeus Colin if it’s a boy,” she hummed, “or Theresa Grace if it is a girl.”

“Theresa?”

She giggled gently, “That is my name dear.”

Mrs Theresa Pennicott. It suited her. Her old soul eyes reflected her devout name.

A shine of glass pierced a ray of sun into your eyes, you pinched the glass object carefully. You touched a long black tube pulling out of it. You couldnt understand it’s purpose, your eyes narrowed at the rubber end that was shaped like a thumb or a cows udder. There was a second tube attached to the first with a rubber squeeze ball at the end.

“What is this?” you humoured.

“Oh that? It’s a fantastic invention,” The baroness said, “It’s a pump for breast milk with a tube that syphons the milk into this baby feeding bottle. When babies start to teeth they can scar your breasts. This is an effective and modern method I look forward to trying.”

Your eyes widened, scarring!? Babies teeth could scar a breast!?

You placed the bottle bump back and helped Lady Pennicott when she beckoned to stand back up from the rocking chair.

“Have you ever felt the sensations?” She suddenly, “In which they kick within?”

Your face must’ve looked idiotic as you asked plainly, “Kick?”

She giggled and nodded, “Give me your hand, perhaps you may feel them moving.”

She plucked your palm and pulled your glove off your fingers. She pressed your entire hand intimately to her belly. You felt a sense of taboo shame, she was making you touch such a beloved spot.

“Do you feel it?” she then asked.

Felt what? Confusion flooded your mind. Your hand moved around her belly slowly.

“I am afraid I don’t know what I’m meant to be feeling?”

She moved your hand and again you felt absolutely nothing.

“They are very brutal on my body,” Lady Pennicott sarcastically assured, “trust me there is a kick.”

She made a point to push your hand harder, but all you felt was the hard material of her corsetry beneath her main dressing materials.

“Baby’s kick you inside?” you marvelled with stunned horror. This was the first time you’d ever heard of such a notion of a baby beating it’s mother inside.

“Not out of malicious intent Mrs Holmes,” she reassured, “mostly it is the baby using its limbs to move their cramped bodies inside or excitement at the sound of voices, I truly believe they can hear us while still inside. Fear not, to you it will feel like a faint touch like this-”

Lady Pennicott softly tapped your wrist, “Like that.”

And there again was new knowledge you heard from a woman on matters of pregnancy. You moved your fingers around, seeking the supposed feeling of a kick...

Still nothing. You frowned, was there something wrong with you that the baby was choosing not to reveal itself.

“How interesting...”

A soft knock on wood alerted you both to glance at the door.

“Mrs Holmes,” the butler from earlier politely spoke, “the detective is requesting your return, I believe he intends to depart.”

Your face fell. You couldn’t believe it but you’d found this experience immensely enjoyable. You had surprisingly made a friend of the Baroness.

The fair lady hugged your side and sweetly exhaled, “Then I shall escort you back to your husband, Eddie fetch me my cheque book.”

He nodded and walked ahead of you both. You solemnly shut the nursery door, trying to remember every precious detail as possible. It was a innocent place to escape from the crude world.

You returned to the bottom of the foyer and smiled at your husband that stood by Lestrade at the front doors.

By the bottom step you faced the noble woman and curtsied.

“Thankyou Lady Pennicott for your kind hospitality and agreeable cooperation to the case,” you heard Sherlock’s voice float over your shoulder.

“Of course detective, please,” the Butler returned with her cheque book, “find my beloved Thaddeus.”

She scribbled speedily with a modernised ink pen, a sharp tear of paper flashed to his direction, “Here. Thirty pounds. I am sure you are busy with other clients considering your reputation, but I beseech you to seek out my husband quickly.”

Sherlock bowed his head as he deposited the cheque into his pocket, “We shall try our hardest. Good afternoon Lady Pennicott.”

Your mouth might’ve collected flies. Thirty pounds. THIRTY pounds. That was a hefty wage for a year to many men.

Sherlock was granted his coat and walking cane along with Lestrade.

He opened the front door and left slowly, glancing over your shoulder back at the heavily pregnant Baroness.

9:21am Wednesday 7th May 1890, Grovelands House, The Bourne, London, England. 

Sherlock and you walked up the gravel path in silence for sometime. You weren’t in much of a mood to speak to him despite well knowing conversation would need to spark eventually.

The three of you slowed down beside the inspectors horse cart.

Thankfully it was Sherlock who destroyed the silence with a stretched sigh. Lestrade grimly smiled at that sigh and rocked on his heels.

“Lestrade, show a useful skill,” Sherlock slapped a coin purse into his chest, “Find my wife and I a decent ride homeward. You still need to return back to the office and finish writing those reports on the Spring heeled Jack sightings....” he snickered.

The mutton chop male grumbled and left you pair alone to walk down the path into the main parklands to hail a cabriolet or another hackney carriage.

Sherlock pulled out his pipe and lit it quickly, he inhaled fast and asked curiously, “Did you learn anything else from our suspect?”

You squinted and felt a gasp pop from your lips, your hand snapped out and dug your nails into his arm with a scolding hiss, “Suspect? Look at the state she is in Sherlock. She clearly loves her husband. How could such a indisposed woman do anything to her husband?”

He smirked, “Perhaps a jealous one?”

Your brows pulled together. Jealousy wasn’t something you would’ve describe Lady Pennicott as especially with such a privileged life. Such an emotion wouldve been beneath her...but.. ‘It is inevitable that our husbands will stray their gazes to other women, it is in their nature.’

Sherlock pinched out a piece of card from his pocket, a business calling card, he flashed it through his fingers and let you carefully pluck it from his hand.

“it is no wonder Thaddeus Pennicotts name was so familiar,” Sherlocks huffed a puff of air, “He visits a like minded establishment.”

On the front of the card was a single image, a dove holding a olive leaf, and when you turned the card around there was a woman modelled in immodest clothing with text and an address in perfect hand writing.

“The Mayfair Row Dove club.”

You almost dropped the card in the mud at your feet.

He tucked the card back into his breast pocket and hooked his arm around yours, walking you closer to Lestrade waving his hands back at you both.

“I’m curious who his go to bird is there,” He chuckled.

You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief, “but she’s pregnant.”

“Men have needs,” Sherlock sighed, “I thought you’d have learnt that from last evening?”

Your nails dug harder into his arm and grit your teeth. Not everyone was as depraved as Sherlock, surely not. You couldn’t imagine Mycroft or your grandfather practicing such atrocities on women, especially women that weren’t their wives.

You noted snootily, “She said her husband liked to stand out by the roses to think. Perhaps he regretted his choice.”

Sherlock laughed cruelly and hard enough to almost drop his pipe from his lips. He plucked it out of his mouth and kissed you hard and squarely in front of Lestrade and any passing people that shook their heads in disgust at such public affection.

The taste of his tobacco filled your cheeks and floated down your throat into your chest. You could feel how his breath became your breath. Your head grew dizzy from it. His release left you trembling and collapsing against him briefly. His arm grabbed around your waist and held you totally against his chest.

“You see too much good in the worst people,” he whispered wetly into your ear.

“Not true,” you panted, you blinked your eyes hard and tried speaking again. You weakly pushed away from him back onto your own two feet. From the corner of your eyes you could see the inspector standing beside another hackney carriage.

“Not true,” you repeated and swallowed hard, “...I don’t see any good in you Sherlock.”

He grinned devilishly and walked you both to the carriage, He ignored Lestrade entirely except for retrieving his own purse.

“None at all?” Sherlock asked as he helped you step up inside of the carriage. It jostled as he plotted himself next to you instead of opposite.

You thought hard on his question for a time. You shouldn’t have ever been as petty as him. So you kept your silence before you could decide on a eloquent response. You did try to find the good in him. The trouble was you barely knew Sherlock and the side that you’d encounter was nothing short of a blagged, insufferable man that happened to be very experienced in the arts of the bedroom. So you tried to think about qualities you hadn’t seen in him but had at least heard of him.

“You help solve cases and even sometimes restitution, these deeds could be counted as decent and beneficial...perhaps good...”

He smirked until you finished hastily, “However your mistreatment and lustful addiction is nothing short of that than a person that suffers in his sin.”

A long annoyed sigh drew from his lips, however the corners jerked up.

He tug out his pipe and tapped it’s contents out the moving window, “Might I ask Mrs Holmes...” he inquired as he tucked in his pipe, and wiped his lips thoughtfully, “Do you think yourself better than me?”

The silence shared between the horses trotting along the cobblestones allowed you a chance to glare long and hard at Sherlock.

It was a jab, a jibe, a joke, a trick, a trap...

He wanted you to say yes... You could see it in his eyes the way they flicked to your lips and almost drooled with anticipation. He wanted to start a fight.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at you, you turned your head away and scoffed, “You may have quick wit and a expansive knowledge Sherlock, but I at least carry myself with the fairest morals.”

And that? The reply was granted a omen of Sherlock’s sickly chuckles and his heavy warm hand to sit over your thigh, running his them over the fabric of your skirts.

“We will see how fair a baker street whore morals really are when we arrive home then shall we?”

You leant against the wall of the carriage and chose to ignore him. You closed your eyes and held Sherlock’s hand to prevent it wandering anywhere else. His thumb rubbed along the back of your gloves hands.

You couldn’t understand Sherlock. And feared you never would.

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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 emerged—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 met—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 kiss—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.

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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Title: Bonds of Destiny

Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia. The focus will be on the reader raising their son named Ajax.

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The soft rays of morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow upon the cottage where you and your son, Ajax, resided. As you watched over him, a mixture of pride and love filled your heart. Ajax, with his unruly hair and curious eyes, was a constant reminder of the bond you shared with Geralt of Rivia.

Geralt had left years ago, drawn away by his calling as a Witcher, but y/n had never forgotten the love she once shared. Determined to raise Ajax with the same strength and resilience that Geralt embodied, y/n imparted stories of his heroic deeds and tales of adventure.

As Ajax grew older, his curiosity ignited a thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the world. Y/n nurtured his natural talents, teaching him about the dangers that lurked beyond the safe haven of the woods. Ajax possessed a fierce spirit, inherited from both his parents, and y/n knew it was only a matter of time before his path would intersect with Geralt's once again.

One fateful day, as Ajax ventured further into the world, he encountered a troubled village besieged by a monstrous threat. With a heavy heart, y/n bid him farewell, knowing that his destiny intertwined with that of his father.

Days turned into weeks, and your heart ached with the absence of both Ajax and Geralt. you found solace in the memories you had carefully tucked away, memories that filled the cottage with warmth. The love you had shared with Geralt had left an indelible mark, shaping the person you had become, and the parent you strived to be.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Geralt, his eyes filled with regret and longing. He had heard of Ajax's deeds and had come to seek solace in the presence of his son.

The room filled with emotion as Geralt and Ajax embraced, their bond transcending time and distance. Geralt looked at you, his voice filled with both remorse and gratitude, "Thank you for raising our son, for instilling him with the strength I couldn't be there to provide."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled, the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders. "He is a testament to the love we shared, Geralt. He carries your spirit and mine within him."

Together, you watched Ajax and Geralt connect, forging a bond that had been long overdue. Geralt vowed to be a presence in Ajax's life, to guide him amidst the dangers of their world, and to share in the joys and sorrows of the path they would walk together.

As you witnessed their reunion, a sense of peace settled within you. Ajax had grown into a remarkable young man, and he would continue the legacy of his parents, their intertwined destinies forever entwined.

In the cottage nestled within the woods, love had endured the tests of time, weaving a tapestry of unbreakable bonds. The past may have been filled with challenges and separations, but the present held the promise of a future where family would conquer all.

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.

Destiny's Embrace

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In the vast and treacherous world that Geralt of Rivia traversed, he had encountered countless creatures, battles, and quests. But little did he know that his most formidable and life-altering adventure lay in the realm of the heart, when he crossed paths with you.

Your journey began in a small village nestled amid rolling hills, where fate wove its intricate threads. Geralt, with his silver hair and piercing eyes, entered your life like a tempest, stirring emotions you had never known before. From that moment, your paths became intertwined, and destiny took hold.

Geralt, a Witcher burdened by a life of solitude, was initially hesitant to embrace the call of love. But your spirit, your unwavering kindness, and the fierce determination that burned within you captivated him like no other. He found solace in your presence, a respite from the darkness that had consumed his existence.

As you embarked on adventures together, battling monsters and exploring the vast landscapes, a bond grew between you. Each battle fought side by side, each whispered conversation by a campfire, and each stolen glance revealed the depths of your connection. Love blossomed amidst chaos, a beacon of light cutting through the shadows.

But this love was not without its trials. The world they inhabited was rife with danger and prejudice. The very essence of Geralt's being—the mutations, his profession as a monster slayer—sometimes threatened to cast shadows over your love. Yet, you stood strong, defying the odds, believing that love could transcend the boundaries imposed upon you.

Together, you faced the judgment of society, the disapproval of some who questioned the legitimacy of a Witcher's heart. But your love was a force to be reckoned with, unyielding and unapologetic. You proved that the heart of a Witcher could beat with the same intensity, the same tenderness, as any other.

As your love deepened, you discovered the intricacies of Geralt's soul. Beneath the tough exterior lay a man burdened by his past, haunted by choices made and battles fought. You became his sanctuary, a haven where he could shed the weight of the world and find solace in your embrace.

But fate, ever unpredictable, threw more challenges your way. The Wild Hunt loomed on the horizon, threatening to tear you apart. Geralt was forced to confront his own destiny, his duty to protect the realm. The two of you faced an impossible choice: to fight alongside one another, knowing the risks, or to part ways to safeguard each other's lives.

In the face of adversity, love prevailed. You stood side by side, confronting the Wild Hunt head-on, defying the odds stacked against you. Together, you forged a path through darkness, weaving a tale of bravery and sacrifice that would echo through the annals of history.

As the final battle raged, hope flickered like a dying flame. But your love burned bright, a beacon that guided Geralt through the storm. In the crucible of destiny, you emerged victorious, your love serving as a testament to the power of genuine connection and the resilience of the human spirit.

With the threat of the Wild Hunt vanquished, peace settled upon the land. Geralt, now free to choose his path, made a decision that would forever alter his fate. He chose to walk alongside you, to embrace the love that had blossomed amidst chaos. You became his anchor, his reason to fight, and his home.

And so, Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher with a heart burdened by scars, found solace in your love. Together, you embarked on a new chapter, a life intertwined, where love conquered darkness and destiny embraced the unbreakable bond you shared.

The Guardian's Embrace

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In a world fraught with peril and darkness, Geralt of Rivia stood as a beacon of strength and resilience. As fate would have it, danger loomed, threatening to snatch away the one person who had captured his heart—[Y/N]. With unwavering determination, Geralt embarked on a mission to save you, his beloved, from the clutches of impending harm.

News of the impending danger had reached Geralt's ears through whispers in dimly lit taverns and cryptic messages from trusted allies. He wasted no time, his senses honed by years of training and experience. With each step, the weight of his purpose grew, driving him closer to your side.

As Geralt arrived at the scene, the air crackled with tension. Shadows danced menacingly, and danger lurked in every corner. But Geralt's resolve was unyielding. With a sword gleaming in his hand, his eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of your presence.

And then he found you—trapped, vulnerable, but radiating a strength that resonated deep within his soul. Without hesitation, Geralt leaped into action, his movements a blur of precision and grace. The clash of steel echoed through the air as he valiantly fought off the threats that sought to harm you.

Amidst the chaos, Geralt's gaze never wavered from your form. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination, fueled by an unyielding desire to protect you at any cost. Each swing of his blade was a testament to his unwavering resolve, a testament to the love that burned within him.

With every adversary vanquished, Geralt rushed to your side, his eyes filled with relief and tenderness. He cradled you in his strong arms, his touch gentle yet firm—a silent promise that he would never let harm befall you again. The heat of his breath against your skin served as a reminder of the life-giving force that coursed through both of you.

In that moment, as danger faded into the periphery, Geralt's focus was solely on you. He whispered words of reassurance, his voice a soothing balm against the wounds of the ordeal. His touch, filled with a tenderness only reserved for you, conveyed a depth of emotion that words could never encapsulate.

Together, you escaped the clutches of danger, emerging from the darkness into the light. Geralt's protective embrace remained steadfast, a shield against the harsh realities of their world. In his arms, you found solace—a sanctuary where fear was replaced by trust, and where love blossomed amidst the chaos.

As you gazed into Geralt's eyes, you saw a reflection of your own strength—a reflection of the love that had bound you together. In that moment, you knew that no matter the dangers that lay ahead, you would face them hand in hand, united by an unbreakable bond.

Geralt, the guardian of your heart, had saved you from the clutches of danger. And in return, you vowed to stand by his side, offering your unwavering support and love. Together, you would navigate the trials of their existence, drawing strength from each other's presence, and cherishing the precious moments of peace that fate bestowed upon you.

Awakening Hearts

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As the dawn broke, its golden rays gently caressed the world, awakening Geralt of Rivia from his slumber. As he opened his eyes, he found himself lying beside you, the soft morning light embracing your features. It was a sight that filled his heart with warmth and a sense of contentment.

The night had been a respite from the trials and tribulations of their shared journey. In the quiet moments, when sleep claimed them both, Geralt had found solace in your presence. As consciousness returned, he couldn't help but revel in the tranquility that surrounded you.

With a tender touch, Geralt traced a finger along your cheek, marveling at the delicate contours of your face. He studied the rise and fall of your chest as you peacefully slept, a silent reminder of the life that pulsed within you. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection—an emotion that had become an intrinsic part of his being.

As you stirred from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, a soft smile graced your lips. It was a smile that held a myriad of unspoken words—a testament to the connection that had grown between you, surpassing the boundaries of mere companionship.

Geralt's heart swelled with a mixture of joy and gratitude. He realized that in the chaos of their lives, you had become an anchor—a source of strength and solace that he never thought possible. With each passing day, his feelings for you had deepened, blossoming into a love that defied the odds.

As you sat up, the sheets cascading around you, Geralt shifted closer, his presence an unwavering constant. The morning light danced upon his silver hair, casting a soft glow around him. He reached out, his hand finding yours in a gentle entwining of fingers—a silent declaration of his affection.

No words were necessary in that moment. The unspoken language of their hearts spoke volumes. Geralt's gaze held a tenderness that transcended the battles they faced, the scars they carried. In your eyes, he found acceptance and understanding—a sanctuary where he could lay his burdens down.

Together, you rose from the bed, stepping into the embrace of a new day. Geralt's hand remained intertwined with yours, a symbol of the bond that had formed between you. As you faced the challenges that awaited, side by side, you knew that your love would be their guiding light—a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

In the world they inhabited, where chaos reigned and dangers lurked at every turn, Geralt and [Y/N] had found solace in each other. They had discovered a love that defied the odds, a love that would endure through the trials of their existence. And as they walked the path of destiny together, hand in hand, their hearts beat as one—a testament to the power of love in a world so desperately in need of it.

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

In the glimmering world of lights and cameras, amidst the whirlwind of fame and fortune, you found yourself drawn to the enigmatic presence of Henry Cavill. His chiseled features and piercing eyes held a magnetic allure, captivating your heart with a single glance.

As chance would have it, your paths intertwined, bringing you into Henry's orbit. From the first moment, his warm smile and genuine charm left an indelible impression on your soul. In his presence, time slowed, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of enchantment.

As conversations unfolded and laughter filled the air, you discovered the depths of Henry's captivating personality. Beneath the veneer of fame, he was a kind and humble soul, grounded in his values and passions. His genuine interest in you and the way he made you feel seen and heard ignited a flame of connection that could not be denied.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, your bond with Henry grew stronger. He became your confidant, the one who embraced your vulnerabilities and celebrated your strengths. Together, you navigated the complexities of life, finding solace in each other's arms.

In Henry's embrace, you found a sanctuary—a place where the weight of the world slipped away. His touch was both tender and passionate, an intoxicating blend that set your heart ablaze. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew you closer with each stolen glance and gentle caress.

Through shared adventures and stolen moments of intimacy, you discovered the depths of your love. Henry's unwavering support uplifted you, inspiring you to chase your dreams fearlessly. In his presence, you felt a sense of belonging, a sense that together, you could conquer any obstacle that dared to cross your path.

As you explored the world hand in hand, you celebrated the simple joys of love—the whispered words that danced upon the breeze, the stolen kisses that left you breathless, and the quiet moments of serenity found in each other's presence. Amidst the chaos of life's demands, you found peace in the embrace of Henry's love.

In the depths of Henry's eyes, you saw a reflection of your own happiness—a happiness that radiated from within, nurtured by the love that bound you together. In that moment, you knew that no matter the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering devotion, forever grateful for the enchanting connection that had brought you into Henry's arms.

Henry: *leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead* How are you feeling, my love? Our little ones are growing stronger each day.

[Reader]: *smiles warmly, resting a hand on your baby bump* I'm feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, Henry. It's incredible to think that soon we'll have our sons in our arms.

Henry: *grinning with adoration* Yes, it truly is a miracle, isn't it? I can already imagine their tiny fingers gripping mine, their eyes filled with wonder as they discover the world around them.

[Reader]: *nestling closer to Henry, finding comfort in his presence* I can't wait to see you as a father, Henry. I know you'll be amazing. Your love and nurturing nature are a gift that our sons will cherish.

Henry: *stroking your hair gently* And I can't wait to see you as a mother, [Reader]. Your kindness and strength will guide them, and your love will be a guiding light in their lives. We'll navigate this journey of parenthood together, hand in hand.

[Reader]: *teary-eyed, overwhelmed by emotion* I'm so grateful to have you by my side, Henry. Your unwavering support and love have made this experience even more beautiful. I know our sons will be lucky to have you as their father.

Henry: *cupping your face, wiping away a tear* My love, I am the lucky one. You've given me the greatest gift—the gift of a family. I promise to cherish and protect both you and our sons with all that I am. We're in this together, forever.

[Reader]: *smiling through tears, placing a hand on Henry's heart* Together, forever. Our love will guide us through this journey, and our family will be filled with joy, laughter, and an abundance of love.

Henry: *leaning in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips* I love you, [Reader]. And I already love our sons more than words can express. Let's embrace this adventure and create a lifetime of beautiful memories together.

[Reader]: *whispering against Henry's lips* I love you too, Henry. Our journey as parents begins now, and I couldn't be happier to share it with you. Our love will only grow stronger as we watch our sons flourish in the world we create for them.

In this intimate conversation, Henry and [Reader] express their deep love and anticipation for their twin sons. Their words reflect their commitment to supporting and cherishing each other as they embark on the journey of parenthood together. With love as their foundation, they are ready to embrace the challenges and joys that lie ahead, united in their shared vision of creating a loving and nurturing environment for their family.

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.

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The sun shone brightly as Henry, you, and your twin sons, Tommy and Charlie, made your way to the entrance of the amusement park. Excitement filled the air as you looked forward to a day filled with thrilling rides, delicious treats, and unforgettable family moments.

Henry: *grinning, his eyes sparkling with anticipation* "Boys, are you ready for an adventure-filled day at the amusement park?"

Tommy and Charlie: *nodding vigorously* "Yes, Daddy! We can't wait!"

(Y/n): *smiling warmly* "I'm so excited, too. It's going to be an amazing day together."

As you entered the park, the boys' eyes widened with wonder at the sight of colorful attractions and the sound of joyous laughter. Henry took Tommy's hand, while you held Charlie's, ensuring their safety as you explored the park's various rides and attractions.

The first stop was a thrilling roller coaster that soared high into the sky. Henry and Tommy, both adrenaline enthusiasts, couldn't wait to experience the exhilaration. As they strapped into their seats, their excitement was contagious.

(Y/n): *gently reassuring Charlie* "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll watch Daddy and Tommy from here.

Charlie: *nervously* "Okay, Mummy."

As the roller coaster took off, the boys' screams of joy and excitement echoed through the air.

Henry's laughter mixed with Tommy's as they experienced the twists, turns, and drops. You and Charlie watched with gleaming eyes, thrilled by their infectious enthusiasm.

Next, you ventured into a whimsical carousel. Henry lifted Tommy onto a majestic horse, his eyes sparkling with delight. You lifted Charlie onto a nearby horse, ensuring he felt safe and secure.

Tommy: *grinning from ear to ear* "Look, Daddy! I'm riding a real horse!"

Henry: *beaming with pride* "You sure are, Tommy! Hold on tight and enjoy the ride!"

As the carousel spun gracefully, the boys' laughter filled the air. You and Henry exchanged glances, cherishing the joy radiating from your children.

To cool off from the summer heat, you headed to a water ride. Henry and Tommy eagerly volunteered to sit in the front, ready to get soaked. Charlie, a bit more cautious, opted for a seat in the middle.

As the boat splashed through the water, Henry and Tommy embraced the refreshing spray, their laughter ringing out. Charlie, initially unsure, soon found himself laughing alongside them, letting go of his reservations and embracing the moment.

With smiles on your faces and memories etched in your hearts, you continued exploring the park, indulging in delicious snacks and playing games.

Henry showcased his competitive side as he challenged Tommy and Charlie in various skill-based games, cheering them on with each throw and shot.

As the day drew to a close, Henry, you, Tommy, and Charlie found a spot to sit and rest. The boys nestled against you, their faces beaming with happiness.

(Y/n): *gently ruffling their hair* "Did you have a good time, my little adventurers?"

Tommy and Charlie: *in unison* "The best day ever, Mom!"

Henry: *wrapping his arm around you, his voice filled with love* "I couldn't agree more. Today was a day we'll always cherish."

As the sun began to set, you left the amusement park, your hearts filled with the joy and love shared throughout the day. Hand in hand, you walked back to the car, grateful for the incredible memories created as a family.

With Tommy and Charlie snuggled up in the backseat, their eyes growing heavy from the day's excitement, you turned to Henry, a grateful smile on your face.

(Y/n): *whispering* "Thank you for being such an amazing father and making today so special for our boys."

Henry: *kissing your forehead* "It's my greatest joy, my love. Our family is everything to me, and I'll always cherish these moments we share together."

As the car pulled away, the memories of a day filled with laughter

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.

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 different—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.