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Forever And A Day

Title: Forever And A Day

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Geralt x Black!OFC 

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Warnings: pining, soft!Geralt, oral sex (f receiving), attempted oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: I used a prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting: “I told you we would see each other again.” Found inspiration from this post from a tag game on tumblr. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Her hickory-colored eyes stay on his mind for days leading up to when he will get to visit her. Along the path, there aren’t many moments to look forward to. But to see the look on her face after all this time? That moment is worth all the orens on the continent.

Geralt takes notice of himself more intently. He bathes in a lake, ridding himself of the scent of horses and the remnants of the Fleder that he killed earlier. As he washes his hair, the water around him goes from crystal clear to opaque. He carefully washes his skin, every scar on display, rinsing off the suds from the soap he bought in the last town.

The strong aroma of rosemary and lavender calms his nerves as it clings to his skin. He thinks of how different he must look after the last time they were together. Fresh marks litter his skin at different stages of healing. His hair is a bit longer, enough to warrant him tying it up on most days. 

After dressing in fresh clothes, he hefts on his boots. Stuffing his soiled clothing within the pack that Roach wears, he lifts a leg to put his foot in the stirrup. Roach huffs and moves just out of reach. Geralt raises a brow, moving closer to Roach and lifting his leg again. The chestnut mare groans and steps away from him again.

“What has gotten into you?” Geralt asks, scratching behind her ear. Roach thrusts her snout in his direction, snorting as she takes in his new scent. He smiles, his large hand moving to stroke her muzzle gently. “Don’t worry, Roach. When we get to her cottage, I’m sure Lavinia will take her time pampering you. She always does. Brushing you, putting flowers in your hair, and she may even have a treat or two for you.” Roach nickers and allows Geralt to climb atop the saddle again for the tail end of the journey. 

Less than two hours later, they reach the road that leads to her homestead. With his keen eyes, he can already see her. She tends her garden, kneeling to pick the ripened vegetables and herbs that grow thanks to her green thumb. The crunching of pebbles and dirt under boots and hooves alerts her to their approach. 

Brown eyes meet yellow, and the rest of the world vanishes. 

Lavinia looks away, placing the wicker basket full of nature’s bounty on the ground before standing to her full height. She dusts off her apron, moving an errant curl from her face. By the time she looks up, she is face-to-chest with the man she thought she would never get to see again. 

Geralt uses a hand to lift her chin, delicately stroking his thumb against her jaw. He inhales her scent, a heady perfume of sweet honeysuckle, and the kindling fire burning between her thighs. He growls lowly, his body reacting to her arousal. Leaning in, he rests his forehead against hers as her hands clutch the front of his chemise.

Closing the gap between them, her lips graze his tentatively, as if unsure that the kiss is wanted. His answering groan of satisfaction is all the incentive she needs. Tilting her head, she captures his lips, swallowing his hum of approval. She welcomes his endeavor to take over the kiss when his tongue prods at the seam of her lips.

As she allows his tongue entry, his hand tangles in her hair while his other hand snakes around her waist to bring her impossibly closer. He tastes the berries she ate earlier¾tart yet sweet. Devouring her moans, he can hear her heart beating faster inside her ribcage. Her slippery tongue against his is almost too much, as his growing arousal presses against her.

He slows the kiss to a lazy meeting of their lips, only slightly less intense than their previous activity. She reaches up to cradle his face as she breaks the kiss. They stand there in the garden, breathing each other’s air for but a moment, when a low nicker comes from the ignored chestnut mare.

“She missed you as well,” he laughs, looking at Roach.

Breaking away from Geralt, Lavinia turns to smile at the horse. “My dear sweet Roach, has he been treating you well?” She bends to reach into her basket for an apple, feeding it to his trusted companion.

It brings warmth to his heart as he watches their interaction. Roach happily snorts as she receives attention. He could get used to hearing Lavinia’s laughter as it echoed in the wind around them. Grabbing Roach by the reigns, she walks toward the small stable behind her cottage.

“Let’s get her settled. Bring that basket along with you,” she calls over her shoulder.

Geralt smiles, watching the two of them in the stable. Lavinia takes her time brushing Roach’s coat. Combing out her mane, she braids in some wildflowers. Adding a ribbon at the end, she smiles at her handiwork before glancing at Geralt. Giving Roach one last scratch behind the ear, she walks over to him and tucks a strand of milk-white hair behind his ear. 

Geralt looks down at her, and his lips twist in a sinister smile. She yelps as he bends quickly to lift her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. He grabs the basket on his way out of the stable and walks into the warm, cozy cottage. Setting the basket on the dining table, he continues on his way to her bedroom.

Letting her down, he walks her backward until the backs of her knees meet the edge of the bed. Pushing gently on her chest, he helps her lay back. He kneels on the floor between her spread legs to remove her boots. Smoothing his hands over her stockings, he hooks his fingers in the top of them, guiding them down her toned thighs and calves, letting them pool on the floor.

Wrapping a hand around her foot, he lifts it to kiss her from ankle to thigh. Mirroring the action on the other side, he continues to kiss higher and higher up her leg until his mouth hovers over her apex. His warm breath ghosting over her mound sends a shiver up her spine, making her hips raise slightly.

“Please, Geralt. I need you,” she whispers, her breasts heaving with her erratic breathing.

Leaning in, he licks a stripe between her outer labia, his tongue splitting her in two as it gathers her nectar. Swirling around her engorged nub, he sucks it between his lips. She attempts to enclose his head between her thighs, but he grips her flesh and holds her open to him. When her folds open, he dives in headfirst to lap up the slick that escapes her.

He turns his attention back to her pearl as he begins to use a single finger to tease at her opening. Listening to the sounds she makes, he knows that she is so close. Sliding his finger inside her, he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Twisting and turning his digit inside her, he feels for her inner bundle of nerves. 

Once he finds it, he inserts another finger. Rubbing small circles into her spongy center, he presses in harder until her walls clamp down around him. He continues to flick his tongue against her sweet spot as she moans and gasps through her climax. When she has calmed down, he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

He stands, climbing between her legs and pulling his chemise over his head. As he does so, she sits up. She runs her hands over his scarred skin, his yellow eyes following her movement as her hands lower to the hem of his pants. She makes quick work of the buttons and is rewarded when his girthy member springs up in front of her.

She wraps a small hand around him, finding she needs to use both to encircle him. She strokes him slowly, her eyes widening as pre-cum leaks from his thick tip. Using a thumb, she gathers his seed and swirls it around his mushroom head. She leans in, licking a stripe over the underside of his length, earning a low growl from him.

He removes himself from her hands, knowing he won’t last if she uses her hot mouth on him. He kisses the frown off her face, covering her body with his own. “As much as I would love to feel your mouth on me, the urge to be inside you in a different way is much too appealing to ignore,” he hums, using one hand to tease her petals with his erection.

Gathering her wetness, he taps the tip against her sweet spot, then slides between her lower lips. Once sheathed inside her, they hissed in unison. Her, at the feeling of fullness. Him, at the tight fit of her warmth. He sits there, allowing her to get used to his tumescence.

As her legs wrap around his hips, she tilts her pelvis just slightly, and he knows she is ready for him. He retracts his hips until just the head remains inside then thrusts in fully. He does it again and again, setting a punishing pace.

The sounds of her moans and his grunts mixed with the slapping of slick flesh, fill the air. The intoxicating smell of their pheromones blends into a spicy, sweet bouquet. As his hips piston inside her walls, he kisses her yet again, feasting on her lips and taking her breath away.

He breaks the kiss, nibbling her jaw and licking at her sweat-slicked neck. She turns her head to give him better access, whimpering as he sucks a hickey into her flesh. His tongue soothes the tender skin as he feels her depths begin to quiver around him.

He snakes a hand between them to toy with her swollen button. The pad of his thumb brings her to her second orgasm of the night. He picks up the pace as he journeys toward his release. His hips stutter soon enough as he thrusts deep inside her to bury himself to the hilt. He fills her, painting her walls with enough spend that it begins to leak past his softening thickness.

He presses a kiss on her throat before moving to lay next to her once he slips from her folds. He opens his arm, and she rests her head on his chest. Throwing a leg over his, she tangles a hand in his chest hair. 

“I’m so glad you made it back to me, Geralt,” she beams, idly drawing patterns across his skin.

“I told you we would see each other again. No one, man or monster, could keep me away from my love for long,” he reassures, closing his eyes. He hears her heartbeat quicken and smiles to himself.

She lifts her head to look at him, bringing a hand to his face. Raising his head, he meets her lips in an unhurried kiss. He tangles his tongue with hers until he takes the lead. He reaches down to grasp her leg, maneuvering her to be on top as he sits up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss to rest their foreheads together. “I love you, Geralt.”

He looks into her eyes, seeing their future together in those dark orbs. Savoring this moment, a slow smile spreads across his face. “I love you, Lavinia. Forever and a day.”

“Forever and a day,” she murmurs.

A/N: This is the first time I have written Geralt. I hope I did him justice. He’s my comfort character, after all. This particular Geralt is a mix of the videogame version, the book version, and the Netflix version of him. This version of him smiles and can be soft while still able to use a sword one-handed to take down a foe. *swoon*

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[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess.

Hey guys! This is my Second Story! Took me FOREVER to figure out when and where to start it. But I do hope you enjoy It. Once I got the hang of it, it was so much fun to put together. Enjoy 🖤🤍

**I do not give permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Strong Vulgar Language , Violence , Blood , Racism , Monsters , Death , Grief , Mentions of Loss .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Geralt) x African American Woman(Phoenix-POV)

Description: Phoenix tries to continue to live in the shadows until she comes across an unfortunate event. Where she’ll also meet a new friend.

Word Count: 7.0K

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

'Harder! Push! Strike! Push! Strike!-' The sounds of steel clinked together with the sound of Phoenix's grunts. 'GRRRR-AHH!' she exclaimed as she swung her blade tiredly at Levy's head. He ducked just in time, and before she could bring her tired arms up to swing again, he pushed her back. 'Uhh!' Thud. Phoenix's eyes looked up at Levy with great anger. She scrambled over to her sword but before she could grab it, he had already had his foot on the blade. Grunting, she tugged on the handle as she tried to pull it from beneath his weight. 'Let go!' She exclaimed with an annoyed tone.

'Get Up,' He'd demanded with a deep, and dark voice.

'I don't wanna! You can't make me!' She pouted and sat up on her bottom and crossed her legs together, folding her little arms across her chest. The large male snatched her up by her arm and placed her on her feet. 'YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOUR KINGDOM IS BEING RAIDED! YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOU'RE FACING DEATH IN THE BATTLEFIELD!'

The young girl looked up at the knight, the pain from her arm was completely masked out by the fear she felt in this moment. His eyes were green like jade and he had a nasty scar over his left eye. His hair thick with curls and was bright blonde. So blonde that it was almost platinum. He was a huge man, which it was no wonder why he was the King's Golden Knight.

Phoenix let out a small whimper as she looked up into his eyes. 'L-Levy...' And he violently pushed her arm away and stepped off of the sword. The princess whimpered and rubbed the spot where his fingers squeezed into her flesh. 'You have no idea how good you have it child,' He huffed and walked over to the weapons rack and placed his sword down on the table so it could be resharpened by the blacksmith later. 'You never had to witness a gruesome sight as watching those around you drop. You'll never understand the pain of watching your friends die so young. Thus,' He turned around and walked back towards her. 'Is why I am trying to teach you as best as I can. You don't learn by being a spoiled brat and half assing your lessons...' He stood there, arms folded across his chest. 'I didn't mean to be so angry. You know I would die protecting you princess. But you have to trust me. You aren't like your mother, you have fight. You weren't bred to just sit up in a castle and look pretty all day princess. A Queen rules, even when it's time for her to risk her life for the safety of her kingdom. Do you understand?'

'Y-yes sir.' She murmured out as she put her hands behind her back.

'Good. Pick up your sword, place it next to mine and pick up the wood. You'll be using those for the rest of the day.'

'Aw but Levy!?'

'No buts! Go.' He argued back and walked over to his chair and sat down in it.

***

Phoenix was sitting beneath a large Oak tree, falling in and out of sleep as the children laughed and played by the lake. They weren't her own children no, but when you do something nice for someone, specifically, orphaned children, they tend to follow. It was a set of twins; Nika and Noel. Both of them had hair so dark, it was like staring into a black abyss. They had bright purple eyes, pointy ears and pale white skin. Phoenix thought they were angels at one point until she caught Noel playing with her mini hand blade and he'd cut his little hand.

'AHHHHH!' The little girl screamed happily and ran from her brother. The sudden screech caused her to gasp loudly, sitting up and quickly reaching over for the handle of her sword. Her brown eyes studied the area to make sure they weren't in any danger. She stood up quickly; still slightly delusional from her lack of sleep. 'NOEL! NIKA!?' The children stopped dead in their tracks. She jogged over to them, 'Are you hurt children?!' She asked before stabbing her sword into the dry dirt.

'No mama.' Noel said softly.

'We were just playing!' And Nika chimed in.

'Hmmm,' she said before her eyes did a scan of the area once again. Nothing seem out of the ordinary at the time. But with her luck, someone was always on her heels. 'What have I told you about that word child? I'm not your mother.' Phoenix said with a gentle sigh and got down to their heights. 'Well, you are the only mama we know. You feed us, clean us, make sure we aren't sick...' Noel stared at her with a slight bit of challenge in his eyes. 'What else would you be then?' She looked away from him then to his sister who had her little hands on her hips, with the look of approval spread across her face. Noel had a point. Damn, to be little beings, they sure did have a big brain in their heads.

She took a deep breath and looked down at the grass between them. Not knowing what to say or, not really wanting to say anything at all about this subject, she looked back up at them with a gentle smile and stood up. 'Come on, you two must be hungry and I have to get some fire wood before nightfall.' She rubbed both of their heads, ruffling their hair and turned around to retrieve her sword.

The children stayed on her heels, occasionally making the attempt to match their little feet in her tracks as they walked in the market. The three of them got glares for various of reasons. She was a curvy black woman with curly thick hair, who stood at 5'6 and walked around confidently with a sword on her hip. And unfortunately, if you didn't look like the folks in this village, you were automatically ostracized. Not to mention she had these small children on her tail that clearly looked anything but human.

When Phoenix felt them lagging behind, she swiftly turned around and spotted them purposely jumping in the mud, splashing it all over the place with their feet. She clenched her jaw as a growl rumbled in her throat. Taking just a few long strides, she reached them and grabbed them both by their hands. 'Let's go!' She kept her head down, hidden by her hood. She knew that she was being watched by not only these people, but really they were the least of her problems.

She walked into a pub with the children's hand's in her grasp. Her eyes scanned the room for familiar faces and even potential danger. The folks in the bar had seem to stop what they were doing and stare back at her in an unsettling silence. 'No children allowed! This is a pub, not a brothel for a brown whore and her elven bastards.'

The pub rumbled with laughter and suddenly she felt something she had never felt before. She'd felt anger, disgust, annoyance, but this was deeper than those things. Perhaps they were all in one. Embarrassment. To take away from that uncomfortable feeling that settled within the pits of her, she looked down at Nika and then Noel. And the look on their faces, caused her heart to ache. They did not know her to stand down or take shit from anybody. But the odds were not in her favor this time.

So, she just lifted her head and approached the bar as the sounds of their little feet pattered against the wooden flooring. The innkeeper pressed his lips together and his features darkened, 'I said no children aloud.' Phoenix glared at him and let go of their small hands. 'I have coin. I just want to feed the children. Once they're full then we will be on our way.' Her voice was calm, nothing but pure sincereness behind it. After all, that's all she cared about.

'I said. No. Shite, you're deaf too?!' he chuckled and looked down as he begun to bust the wooden bar top. Now she was angry. Her hands shook and twitched- so tempted to grab her hand knife and plunge it deep into his throat. But her thoughts were bombarded by a booming voice. 'AW HELL,' The innkeeper quickly lifted his head to find the man who spoke against him. But when he saw him, his features quickly softened. 'Let the woman feed those children! What's a bird to ya'? A few pounds off your heavy arse?' And the room echoed with laughter. 'R-right away m'lord.' He gave him a quick bow and scurried off to the back.

The children turned around, and they stared up at the male in disbelief. 'Mama?! Mama, look! It's a knight!' Nila boasted as she tugged at her index finger. Phoenix turned around to look at the child, 'Girl, I told you to stop-' But her curiosity got the best of her, her peripheral was able to make out the shape of the man. He was tall, wore gold and red steel armor with a large dragon on his chest. It was her Kingdom's emblem. Something she hadn't seen in ages.

'Miss?'

She finally turned her head to look up at him. And by the Gods, she had never been so terrified in her life.

***

The girl was staring along the foggy lake with a gentle smile on her face. She was feeling content and happy with life. Tomorrow would be the day that she would start preparing for her duties as Queen and she had to take a few moments to relax as she would probably never get this again. But her mood was quickly diminished when her long time friend had finally spoke up.

'I'm leaving for the war tomorrow.' Fredrick said as he carved into his apple. She snapped her head to look at him, 'You're what? On my birthday?!' It didn't matter that he'd been around for the part 17 birthdays, this one was the most important one to her. Fredrick sat in silence with his head hung. 'Your father?! What does he have to say about this?!' She asked as she grabbed her dress and stood up to her feet.

'Well, other than the fact that he's the one sending me- hmm,' he let out a humorless chuckle, 'He didn't say much really.'

The princess looked down at him with tears in her eyes. She knew how wars went. What it took to win them. And the way this war was being handled, well it wasn't looking great for her future throne. Her mouth fell open gently, as she felt the heat in her neck travel quickly to her face. 'No-You can't go out there Fredrick! You're only 18! You're only a child! You'll die out there!' Her voice cracked as she watched him stand to his feet. His face held no emotion, and it made her heart shatter. 'You're not going to say anything?!' This was more deeper for her. Their friendship went deeper than any friendship that she'd had. She was in love with him.

'What can I say Phoenix. I've been pleading with him for weeks about it. Begging him to just a least allow me to stay on your birthday. But they need me.'

Phoenix's pinkened and slight swollen eyes grew slightly at the news, 'Wait, you knew that you were leaving?! And didn't bother to tell me until the last minute Fredrick?! You thought this would spare me of my heartache?! That I would just simply congratulate you and send you on your inevitable journey?!'

Fredrick placed his blade and his apple on the marble bench after taking a deep breath, 'I didn't think of it like that Phoenix. I was just too busy trying to spend as much time with you as possible!'

Phoenix let out an annoyed whine and turned her back to face him. Her hands rest on top of her hips as she tried to pull herself together. 'Phoenix,' She looked up at the cloudy sky that was somewhat blocked by tree branches, and its leaves. She could hear the crunching of the grass behind her as if he was approaching her. Then his hands gently gripped at her arms and slowly turned her around to face him.

'Princess,' The boy said in a flirtatious tone. 'You know I hate to see you distraught. If you can, please find it in your heart to forgive me.' He said as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss upon her knuckles.

She looked away, trying to hide the smile that was fighting to curl on her full lips. 'And if I don't forgive you?' she asked as her head fell to the side. 'Then I'd just have to simply make up for it then.' She smiled softly, and he matched it before slowly leaning in for a kiss.

Before their lips could meet in a kiss, a dreadful sound echoed throughout the Kingdom. A sound that she was so unprepared for. Phoenix gasped, gently pushing Fredrick away and lifted her dress. They both knew what it had meant. And their feet took off towards the castle before their minds could even process what was going on. The bells had tolled.

The King was dead.

***

It was like a ghost was standing before her. Her eyes grew double their size and she quickly grabbed the children's hands in hers once again.

'Phoenix.' he said softly, with a gentle smile on his face.

He hadn't changed a bit! His hair was still long, bright ginger and kept their thick curls. His deep blue eyes roamed over her body as if she had been a work of art. He had gotten much bigger, over the past 2 decades. If it wasn't for her family's crest, there was no way she'd be able to recognize him.

'children,' she stared at him now with her face relaxed, 'We must go now.' And she quickly walked past him with the little ones dragging behind her.

'Phoenix!' she heard him call out. When they made it outside, everyone once again, stopped what they were doing and turned their attention towards her and the twins. She kept walking, fast as she possibly could with Nila and Noel until she grew impatient and scooped them up in her arms. And once again, 'Phoenix!'

She could hear the sound of his metal clinking together, and shifting as his feet crashed into the mud; jogging behind her. Before he could place his hand on her shoulder to spin her around, she turned around to face him. 'That’s not my name! Don’t call me that!' Her brown eyes were clouded with sadness and rage. All these years, he didn't try to contact her? Everyone had heard that the princess was still alive. Which was why the King had put a bounty on her head. ‘What is it Knight?! Come to turn me in? Is that what we’re doing?! Fine! But allow me to find these children somewhere safe to sleep!’ Her voice was rugged; clearly she was a mess.

Fredrick was startled by her behavior. She still had that fight in her, so bold and that protective nature. He looked around as the village folk turned their attention towards them, clueless as to really who the woman and those children were. ‘Phoenix… no one here knows who you are alright? If they had, your head would’ve been on a pike by now. Please, I know it’s been some time but allow me to explain…’ he stared into her golden brown eyes with sincerity and held his hand out towards her. ‘I still only want what’s best for you Phoenix. Just— allow me to explain my side of the story.’

She glared up at him, for a long moment before looking around once. He was right. Sure, she was a very skilled fighter, but if these people figured out who she was, what kind of reward they’d receive for her, they would’ve ripped her apart within seconds. They already looked like they wanted to kill her, this just would’ve made it legal.

—The children were stuffing their faces with a hen and potatoes as the four of them sat at a table in that very same pub. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them, even though they were eating, she couldn’t help but worry about them. Or was it because she had nothing really to say to Fredrick.

He stared at her, trying to penetrate that brick wall that was put up over the years. She hadn’t changed; not to him anyway. She still had the same captivating brown eyes, full perfect lips, curls that bounced vigorously with her every movement, and skin that would radiate and glisten like bronze in the sun. There had been plenty of nights that he’d dream of meeting her again, and now that he wad finally here… now that he promised to explain what happened— he didn’t know what to say. ‘I—‘

‘If these people find out who I am, these children will die right along with you. Why did you decide to even follow me.’ Living a life of paranoia, was really the only thing that kept her and those children alive. It wasn’t a way to live, especially not for them.

Fredrick let out a gentle sigh and pressed his lips together, ‘I’m aware of that your grace.’

Wow, she hadn’t been called that in quite some time. ‘Don’t call me that—‘ she looked towards the window , ‘I’m nobody’s princess. Not anymore. No one’s Queen, no one’s lady. Just a fugitive.’ She reached over and grabbed her mug that was filled with water. ‘Anyway, you said you wanted to talk— so talk.’

The Knight glared at her in disbelief. Her attitude hadn’t changed either, and that alone caused a smirk to form on his lips. ‘You know you haven’t changed. You’ve aged well.’

‘Hmph.’

‘I’m serious. The last time I’d seen you, you were—‘

*** ‘Fath—?!’ The two burst into her father’s chambers to find him on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood. ‘PAPA!!!’ She exclaimed and ran over to the corpse and pulled him up into her arms. The princess sobbed uncontrollably, her words inaudible as she rocked back and forward. She’d gotten blood all over her dress, arms and hands. ‘Dad! Dad please come back!’ She sobbed as she shook him.

‘Phoenix—‘ Fredrick said as he tried to reach out for her, but she swung her arm at him not wanting to be touched. He felt horrible about all of this. King Stephen may have not been his father, but he was one of the father figures in his life and this was a great loss for the people that knew him personally, and for their kingdom. He turned around when he heard quick footsteps, along with the familiar sound of metal clinking.

Queen Silvia was accompanied by a few of the royal guards and she clearly looked distraught. She placed her hand on her large rounded belly and pointed at the princess. ‘Th—there! There she is! I saw her do it!’ Phoenix was still holding her father in her arms, completely shutting the world out around her.

‘Wha— pardon your majesty but, she was down at the lake with me. There’s no possible way she could have killed the king.’ Sure he was her alibi, but when the Queen challenged him, ‘And what were you doing with my step daughter at the lake?!’ Fredrick just shut his mouth. He couldn’t tell her that they’d been doing this for weeks and on occasions would kiss. The princess was promised to a Prince just North of here. So he thought it was only best to keep his mouth shut.

Queen Silvia waddled over to him quickly as she held her dress. ‘You be careful who you protect boy! It could get you killed!’ She glared down at him with her wet, glowing pink eyes. Even though he knew the Queen was wrong and bat shit out of her mind, he didn’t dare challenge her. So his head fell, ‘Yes, your majesty.’ He said softly with his fingers laced together. She backed away and looked over at the sobbing girl on the floor. ‘Take her away. She must be dealt with accordingly.’

The knights approached the Princess but before they could grab her she let out a blood curdling scream that caused everyone’s in their ears to bleed. Everyone groaned in pain as they placed their hands over their heads to shield out the noise. Even as powerful and magical the queen was, even she covered her ears and fell to her knees. When Phoenix realized what was going on, she’d scrambled to her feet, grabbed her dress ran out of the King’s bedroom.

‘That was the last time I’ve ever saw you… That night, the war came and I was taken right with it. I spent the rest of the day looking for you P.'

'As well as the rest of the kingdom.' She scoffed and shrugged her shoulders. She finally turned her head to look at him.

Fredrick sighed heavily and he looked around before he leaned in, 'You just won't let that go now will you?' He said in a whisper. 'You've been gone for 20 years aren't you use to this shit by now?!'

Phoenix's face folded up into a hard scowl as she leaned in as well, 'Let it go? Let it go!? My father was murdered and they pointed their finger on me. And you- you didn't even bother to stick up for me. Knowing how much that wretched bitch hated my soul because I was the true heir. She took that away from me.' she hissed before she took another sip of her water. There wasn't a single moment where she didn't think about that day. Her father. Her legacy. It drove her insane some days. She would go into crying fits and swing her sword at trees to keep herself from killing someone. And some nights she wouldn't even sleep.

The knight took a deep breath and sat back in his seat, looking to the corner of the bar to see the group of his men still chit chatting, 'Well then why won't you go take it back?'

She leaned over, whispering once again, ‘Are you fucking crazy? If anyone hears you mention anything about treason they won’t hesitate to cut you down.’ She sighed, shaking her head. ‘And I’ve thought about it. But going in there could get me killed.’ Phoenix sat back against her seat once again, looking off to the side.

Fredrick took a deep breath, she was right. The Kingdom that she had grew up in was now formidable and stronger than when her father was King. If anybody had recognized who she was, they would stop at nothing to kill her. ‘So what are you going to do? Continue to live in the shadows?’

‘I’ve been doing it for 20 years. I’m sure I can do it until I’m dead.’

‘That’s no way to live P—‘

‘Well it’s living… nonetheless.’ She raised a brow.

If there’s one thing Fredrick knew about his friend, he knew that she was stubborn. She always thought it was her way, or no way at all. He folded his arms across his chest, as his eyes narrowed at her. ‘You’re surviving… listen Phoenix. You can run and hide all you want. But eventually, you will run out of places. Your past will come bite you in your ass—‘ he stood up from his seat and looked down at her. ‘You are the true heir. Take back your throne. I will back you up in this I promise.’ He reached over in his pouch and pulled out an amulet. It was gold and red with a ram’s head engraved in it, with the name “Delphi” engraved at the bottom. A family heirloom. He looked at it in his large palm for a moment before placing it in front of her.

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together with disbelief and shock. She picked it up; admiring it’s beauty. Just as she had remembered. ‘Fredrick I can’t take this. This is yours, — your father’s I can’t—‘

‘I insist. If you ever need help— somehow, someway— I’m always here.’ He gave her a gentle smile before looking at the children once more and then back at her. ‘Take care princess.’ And then he walked back over to his men.

***

The children were sleeping soundly next to the fire, while she sat beneath that very same Oak tree. She continued to study the amulet that he had given her. You are the true heir. I will back you up on this, I promise. She let out a soft sigh before closing her hand, holding it tightly within her grasp. Fredrick was right. Though she was a badass swordsman and handled herself well in pretty sticky situations— she was catching up with age. She was running out of time and places to sleep. And with the way the world was going, it was a surprise she was able to keep her and those children safe.

Phoenix was awakened by a cool breeze. She shivered and rolled over, pulling the skinned buck over her body. Then she’d noticed there was no longer any heat. Her eyes flashed open and she sat up. The firewood glowed bright Orange and smoke rose from it. She placed her hand on the warm wood, and it was moist. Someone had put it out. ‘Chil-‘ she looked up and their little cots were empty. Her heart broke in her chest. ‘Oh Gods.’ She scrambled to her feet and without thinking, ‘NILA!? NOEL?!’ Thank god for the moon, she wouldn’t have known where to begin in the pitch blackness.

She ran around that field in a frenzy, listening for giggles and whispering but nothing. ‘CHILDREN?!?!’ She let out a scream, so loud that it shook the trees and the birds flocked away from them. She put her hands on her head as she felt her stomach begin to twist and turn with sickness. Her world felt like it was spinning, and she threw up. Falling to her hands and knees, she heaved until she emptied all of the contents in her stomach.

When she was unable to throw up anymore, she sat back on her legs and her head fell back. She looked up at the moon as she tried to calm down. Knowing that her being a frantic crying mess, would not help her find those babies. Finally, she heard the sound of paper flapping in the wind. Phoenix looked ahead to see a rock sitting on top of a paper. She felt a shred of hope over come her. Quickly picking herself up, she rushed over to the rock. She’d pushed the rock to the side and picked up the paper. It read:

Princess Phoenix of Kingdom Jedajél,

We are aware of your presence and we have those wee children you love so much. Surrender and Meet us in the village from once you’ve came. The children will not be harmed.

Commander Zacariah Richard the 3rd of Kingdom Jedajél

‘GRRRRR!’ She crushed the paper in her hand and walked back over to their camp and wrapped her holster on her hip, placing her sword in it along with her dagger. As she was adjusting her weapons, she could hear a howl in the wood behind her. The very same woods she had to walk through to get to the village. Her heart sank in fear a bit, but she would stop at nothing to get to her babies. She walked over to a dying tree and picked up a small branch. Using the flint that she had in her pouch, she lit the cloth that was soaked in ale and wrapped around the wood.

She could hear the terrors of the night as she carefully walked through the wood. She followed a path that was specifically made for merchants as the sign had said it would get them to the village faster than the regular trail. So she’d taken that, and bit it would be something she had regret.

Phoenix held the torch in her hand, looking back every once in a while to see if anything was following her. Her travels went unseen or so she had thought, for some time. That was until she heard the sound of twigs snapping and heavy panting. It sounded nothing of a human, it was rugged and hungry. She’d turn around towards the darkness, looking for the source of the sound and nothing. She had thought maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her. She was already emotionally unstable at the moment so maybe it was the lack of sleep and the fear of something happening to the babies getting the best of her.

That was until she came across a wrecked stage coach. She swallowed her spit and crept over to it, where she found one horse still attached to the reins and with its insides torn out. Phoenix had seen plenty over things before, but she had never seen anything such as this. It was a pretty large vehicle, so where’s the other horse?

On a regular day she would have tried to investigate but she was pressed on time. So she quickly turned away to continue on the path when she ran into something large. She stared at its chest, and it was nowhere near human. It’s flesh was gray, and so hairy. A growl rumbled in the beasts chest and it caused Phoenix to look up in fear. The beast looked down at her, shoulders moving up and down gently as it breathe. A werewolf.

She slowly took a step backwards, keeping her eyes on it as it had kept its monstrous yellow eyes on her. That was until she had stepped on a twig. That had seem to piss it off. It released a roar, a roar so frightful that it caused Phoenix to fall back on her rump. She had seem most monsters, but she had always thought this was just a bunch of bullshit. But how sharp and long it’s canines were, this was no fiction tale.

Suddenly the beast begun to charge, she scrambled to her feet; picking up her torch and tried to make a run for it. But the beast managed to swipe her and it sent her flying against a tree, releasing the torch in the process. ‘URRGH!’ She exclaimed as she fell to the ground on her front side. ‘Uhhhhh,’ she groaned in pain as she pulled herself up from the ground. She stood in a bit of a slouch, as her back felt like it had been snapped in half with how hard she hit that tree. ‘Alright—‘ she huffed, and grabbed her silver sword by its handle. ‘That’s how you want to play? Bring it.’ And she pulled out her weapon.

The beast had let out another roar before it charged at her with all fours and as soon as it leaped to attack her, she threw up her left hand and bright, hot flames exuded from her palm. The werewolf whimpered in pain as the flames engulfed its body. It rolled around, howling in pain and whimpering. While it’s walls were down, she crept behind it and stabbed it right in its heart. ‘GAH!’ She exclaimed as she pushed the silver sword so deep within him, it came out through the other side. The beast let out an excruciating howl which caused her to cover her ears and fall to her knees. ‘Ahh!’ She whimpered and looked up at the creature as it took its very last breath.

When she was sure, the beast was dead, she retrieved her sword and weakly, painfully , started back on her journey.

The moon was still high in the sky with no sign of dawn. This had to be the worst night of her fucking life. She limped into the village, with her hand on her hip. She was sure it was dislocated. But the pain had subsided when she heard the cries of Noel & Nila. ‘Mama! Mama!’ They sobbed as the men held them on their shoulders.

Relieved but tiredly, ‘Nika, Noel. I’m so glad you’re safe!’

‘Princess!’

Phoenix’s head snapped over to the tall lean, blonde haired male, who had walked in front of the group of men. He wore almost the same armor that Fredrick wore. ‘I am Commander Zacariah Richard. I hereby ask you to surrender. We have to take you into our custody.’

‘I will not. You let those children go first and then you can do what ever it is that you want to do with me.’

‘You don’t get to call the shots here Princess. You surrender first,’ then he looked back, giving one of the village men a simple nod before they pulled out small blades and pressed them towards their little throats.

‘DON’T YOU DARE LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON THEM!’ There they were again. Her emotions getting the best of her.

The commander smirked, ‘They did say you were fiesty yes.’ He chuckled and glared at her. ‘You have til the count of 5 your highness… or these sweet little Elf children will have their throats ripped out of their necks. 1…2…’

Phoenix tried to quickly come up with a plan, but the look of fear on the children’s face overshadowed all of that. She had put their lives in danger plenty of times before… she couldn’t do this again. ‘3…4…what’s it going to be princess—‘

‘Wait… fine. I surrender.’ She unhooked her holster and dropped it in front of her. The commander had seem to be enjoying this. But the princess wasn’t a fool. She always had something up her sleeve.

The two men who had the children in their grasp had pushed them away and approached her. She smirked deviously when they stood behind her.

The commander’s head fell to the side in confusion, ‘Is there something humorous Princess?’

‘You all don’t know how bad you’ve fucked up.’ She cackled before she opened her palm and it revealed a hidden blade. She had quickly stabbed one in the jugular and the other right in his eye.

The men in the village seem to be startled as well the Commander. His eyes grew in fear and a bit of disgust. ‘RUN!’ She exclaimed to the children and they took off without question.

The Commander looked behind him, ‘AFTER THEM! BRING ME THEIR HEADS!’

The woman quickly scooped up her sword and dagger. She was about to chase them down but Commander Zacariah grabbed her by her hoodie and yanked her back. Accidentally dropping her sword, she raised her dagger, spinner around and cut his face, attempting to slit his throat.

‘ARGH!’ He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, holding his face. She quickly retrieved her sword as the men begun to surround her. Phoenix watched as he pulled his hand away from his face. She smirked with great pride, ‘You aren’t so pretty anymore now Commander Richard.’ He glared at her with anger, and pulled out his sword, ‘UGGGGHHHHH YOU WHORE!’ He exclaimed and charged at her.

With a simple duck as he swung his heavy sword at her head, she held her leg out and watched him trip over it. And it was like that fueled the men’s anger. It was like they couldn’t stand a woman kicking a man’s ass. So they attacked her. She blocked and parried every attack with the best of her ability. Cutting off heads, slicing open abdomens, and stabbing through anyone that came her way.

Phoenix was covered in blood and it was safe to say that her adrenaline had ran out because now she was starting to feel that pain from the werewolf attack again. ‘Mmm!’ She whimpered and tried to stand up straight.

‘Grrrr!’

She turned around quickly to see Commander Zacariah bringing his sword, getting ready to swing at her. ‘AHHHH!’ He exclaimed in rage. Phoenix put her hands up in defense, as she was too tired to fight any more. But his moment was short lived when a sword pierced through his chest. Blood pooled in his mouth and poured down his lips and then his chin. When the blade was yanked from his chest, he fell to his knees and her eyes followed him.

‘We—‘ he coughed as he placed his hand over his wound. ‘We— will… find you… there’s no—no place you can hide..’ he’d begun to laugh hysterically. And it actually scared her, but his laughing was cut when a sword swung at his neck. The body fell forward limply and his head rolled.

‘Hmm.’

She looked up to see her savior. And when she saw him, her mouth slightly opened. She had only heard tales of these beings. But this particular one, was legendary in his own way. This night would make a great bedtime story for the children.

His hair was white as snow and stringy as if he hadn’t washed it in days. His eyes shined in the darkness, blazing bright gold like the sun. He wore a silver amulet around his neck with a wolf on it. And that only confirmed what he was.

‘Witcher.’ She murmured. It was truly a honor. When she was just a young girl, she admired them. She loved reading and hearing about them. They had inspired her to want to be a swordsman. She didn’t know whether to bow or hug him. ‘Y—you’re the White Wolf! You’re Geralt of Rivia!’

‘And you’re just a woman… a woman whose on wanted posters all over the continent… a woman who also dropped these men like flies…’

She rolled her eyes before she heard the scream of Nika. ‘NIKA!’ She pushed past him and darted towards her children’s screams but Geralt didn’t hesitate to follow her.

She stopped when she saw the twins up in a tree, kicking away away from those horrible village men. She gritted her teeth as she felt her adrenaline pick back up once again. Phoenix took a step forward to attack but Geralt grabbed her wrist and shook his head. He’d given her a reassuring nod and walked over toward the men.

‘Come on leave the children alone.’ His voice was deep yet, soothing.

The two men looked back once they saw him, ‘Oh look. It’s a wee Witcher. The smallest one I’ve ever seen.’

‘Look you mutated cunt,’ one of the men walked up towards him and poked him in his chest, ‘Why don’t you take your brown whore over there and go fuck yourselves.’

The other man chimed in with goofy laughter until Phoenix grew fed up and pulled her dagger out and threw it. Hitting the laughing one right in his forehead. ‘Ah!’ The village man exclaimed as he watched his buddy fall to the ground. Phoenix stood up straight, dusting her arms off as she watched The white Haired Witcher speak with the last remaining man.

‘Pl-please Mr. Witcher sir! I-I was only trying to feed my family! I-I was paid good coin!’ He said as he held his hands together. He was begging.

‘Sell out. But it’s not me you have to worry about —‘ he awaited til Phoenix stood next to him. ‘That’ll be her.’ He jerked his head to the left gently with a soft shrug.

Phoenix’s eyes shown a darkness nobody had ever seen before. Anyone that harmed the ones she loved deserved the most merciless death known to men. And since she only cared for these children, loved, these children— she had nothing else if something happened to them. She grabbed the villager’s shirt and pressed him against that tree. ‘You run. You tell the village about me. You tell any man that comes looking for me that I will be waiting for him. I expect nothing less.’

‘Y—yes. Your majesty!’

She violently let him go. ‘No go. Before I change my mind!’ And the villager took off running.

Geralt’s eyebrows tugged together in confusion and then it finally clicked. Your majesty? She had his curiosity for sure, but now, she had this attention.

Phoenix looked up at the tree as the children carefully peaked down. ‘Come down my loves! I’m here!’ She took a deep breath before she could fell that sharp pain in her hips. She closed her eyes as a wince escaped her lips. She leaned on the tree to take some of the pressure off of her injury.

‘Phoenix?! Who’s that big scary man next to you?!’ Noel asked worrisome. Phoenix had looked back at Geralt as he seem to be lost in thought. ‘He’s a friend. Look, just come on down you too. Danger’s gone. We took care of it.’ She reassured him. ‘They won’t mess with us anymore!’

***

‘GRRRRR! FUCK!’ The woman exclaimed into a cloth as she felt a bunch of pressure then lots of pain when he forced her hip back into place with his hands. Though she was grateful that the pain was gone, she was not ready for the healing pains to begin. She took a deep breath and looked over at the once again, sleeping children. They must’ve been exhausted from the kind of night they had. And now the sky was beginning to glow light blue. ‘Alright—‘ she said as she stood up to her feet, looking down at him. ‘How much coin do I owe you?’ Everything came with a price. She remember from the books that Witcher’s were paid with every contract. Though, this wasn’t the typical contract— she felt obligated. He didn’t have to help her.

‘You owe me nothing.’ He said as he stood up. ‘But I do want answers.’ He folded his arms across his chest.

[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play

Part 5 

Word Count: 2213

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning:  Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary:  Can reader & Henry work out their differences or will they be better apart? Breakup sex? Idk it’s the finale let me know what you think!

“ and that’s when I packed my things and came to New York.” Henry finishes.

 You’d been looking down at your hands, trying not to get lost in his features while he spoke, knowing the tabloids would make a day out of it. Angling the photograph and captioning it something cheesy about ‘love being in the air’ or the fact that you’re ‘just in time for Valentine’s Day’. The dating speculations you could take but, the photographic evidence that made your mom ask questions was a different story entirely.Since the show had opened the two of you toured from interview to interview and then performed at night. The day usually culminating in a needy fuck at his apartment or in your dressing room if he couldn’t wait. You stayed at his place often and while it was still mostly in booty-call  territory, (despite the previous year of apartment crashing and drunk declarations of love) the dinners and breakfasts remained consistent. You answered the interviewer’s questions calmly but,nothing could have prepared you for the final follow up. He turns to Henry, “And so aside from your new relationship(he motions to you),have you made any other friends during your time in New York?” He only hesitated slightly,before answering. He smirks but,the curve of his lip is gone before you know it. “I have really enjoyed working with her, and I hope our artistic relationship will flourish long after this production has ended.” he smiles diplomatically while reaching for your hand.“As far as new friends I believe my doorman Jason and I have gotten pretty close.” he laughs. When he laughs, the whole world laughs with him and the audience is no exception.Eventually , the hours of embarrassment have passed and you’re being rushed back into a cab to Henry’s apartment. 

“So what was that?” you say as he closes the door, sliding into the car behind you. 

“What?” he asks blissfully unaware of your annoyance. 

“That whole continuing relationship thing?”you push.

“I said artistic relationship.” he corrected sternly.

 “ You gave them ammo.” you cut back quickly.

“And so what? Two people in a romantic play together are speculated to date?How awful.” He grumbles. 

“You don’t get to make a choice like that before talking to me about it.”

“It wasn’t a choice, it was the truth.” he quips back sternly.

“A truth that will put the tabloids on my ass.It’s been bad since we opened the show but, you and I both know this is only going to make it worse.” you mirrored his tone, clearly losing your cool at the idea of being followed to your apartment by cameras. 

“Well you can stay with me as long as you need.” He says, firmly setting his jaw.You roll your eyes towards the window, Watching the people who pass by. 

“So, this is what it was about? control ?”

“Please!” He scoffs “I don’t need the paparazzi holding your apartment hostage,to get you to stay at my place.You’re practically there every night anyway.” It comes out sounding like more of a complaint than he had meant for it to. Your blood boils with resentment of his comfortability.You can feel the heaviness in your eyes when the car pulls up to his ‘flat’. A term you had started using sarcastically but had slowly begun to stick. Even now, you despised that while being a convenient fuck , he had permeated your subconscious enough to make you even think to refer to it as a flat. 

“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been holding court in the elevator. He didn’t sound like he really wanted to know, infact he seemed like he was solely asking for courteous purposes and that was it. You turned your entire body to face him, you could feel that no matter how hard you were trying your face had begun to break. 

“You know, you were right. There’s no reason for me to be here.” your lips upturned in a smile as you saw the glassyness of your eyes reflected in his face. It was an odd pain , not one you could name but, one you knew without a doubt was real. You had shared something special, he knew that. But, anyone could see that the lack of compatibility outside of the bedroom left the relationship forever doomed.He rolled his tongue between his lips and you couldn’t help but think of how blissful the silence was between you two. Someone had to say it, and in true fashion Henry was not strong enough. 

“ What are you talking about?!” He followed behind you into the hallway as you fled the elevator, opening the door to the apartment.

“We aren’t compatible Henry. You don’t get me. My lifestyle, my friends,my choices; you think it’s all a fucking joke or something. Well, it’s not,It’s not a fucking joke.It’s my real life. I know we play and talk about how much money you make but when it comes down to it I’ve never seen you put a red cent to helping anyone else. But, you watch me tithe everything I earn to give back to the communities that raised me. If you wanted to be with me, like really wanted to be with me,you would have already invested yourself in the things I find important. Instead, what you do is stand on red carpet at a black, trans fundraising gala and steal the attention once again.”

“I thought you were mad about the interview, now you’re mad about the gala?!?”

“I’m mad about all of it!” you screamed directly into his beautifully manicured face. Not an eyelash out of place and yet he still couldn’t contend with the neatening of his moral compass. 

“I’m mad because you center yourself in any safe space for people of color I take you to.I’m mad because you don’t ask for my opinion or consent before doing anything, because you don’t care.Actually, I’m not even mad anymore.I just see it for what it is.”The tears had started to slowly flow now, and while your pride kept you from full on sobs,a total breakdown was on it’s way without a doubt. You removed your bag from your shoulder,sitting it in the chair by the door and headed to your bedroom. You had graduated from the guest bedroom, to mostly staying in Henry’s bed with him, a convenience thing really. 

“And what is it?” he asked , finally unable to continue being berated by you.

“A mistake.” you said calmly, what had to be mere minutes felt like passing hours, the two of you standing there, looking at eachother, seeing the relationship for what it was. 

He spoke first.

“I love you.” his baritone timbre you had become so accustomed to sounded far away, you questioned if you had even heard him clearly.

“I love you, does that not matter to you at all?”he sounded stern, almost scolding you for not immediately reciprocating his affection.

“It’s not real Hen.” you said between tears “Someone who loves me, wouldn’t need me to explain all the ways his privilege consistently harms me. I wouldn’t have to ask him to donate to causes I’m passionate about, causes I’ve devoted my whole life to getting fundraising for. Someone who loves me would not make party conversation about how their black girlfriend has to sleep with a bonnet on.” He was silent,now. He stepped towards you, closing the void of misunderstanding.

“I'm sorry that I ever made you feel as though you aren’t the most important thing in the world to me.” He kissed your forehead, and then on the top of your head. 

He whispered into your hair but, you could feel his voice reverberating  through your curls.

“Can we not fight tonight ?” You exhaled, relaxing the weight of your body into his. You didn’t have to fight anymore because you heard his answer loud and clear. He didn’t want to fight because he couldn’t.  He could not think of something important enough to cause him discomfort,couldn’t think of anything worth his unhappiness. He placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back slowly, making up your mind to give in to your emotions for one last time. A spark went through your body as you felt his hands trail their way over your curves. You tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he quickly obliged,pulling it over his head. He lightly pushes you towards the bed and when he rolls ontop of you it feels more like a safety net than a sexual maneuver. Even as he undresses you, slowly, kissing over your body. He touches you so gently,assigning value to every square inch of your skin.Before long he’s looking into your eyes as he thrusts into you, rutting his way  inside you of.Your breath hitches as you begin to synchronize your breathing with his, becoming one, breathing as one whole. He held the backs of your knees, pushing them up further into your chest.You cried out at the depth of the new angle and he smiled, moving a hand from the back of your knee to your neck, lightly applying pressure. You loved his hand around your throat, the way his veins looked, the muscles in his arm , all of it. And he knew that, he was pulling out all of his best moves tonight. 

“You’re so bloody beautiful right now.so tight for me.” He murmured close, into your ear. 

His dirty talk alone sent you over the edge but, the added view, from this angle of his body was everything a partner could want. He moaned as he pushed into you , the result of your walls tightening around him. Your spasms brought him over the edge,as he came into you.You latched your nails onto the skin of his back, clawing for safety in his embrace. 

“I love you. I love you.”he said in between kisses as he came down from the high of physical contact. “I love you too.” you returned the words, because they were true and in that moment, nothing could have been more honest.He rolled over onto his back and you snuggled up next to him.

“I do love you” he whispers into your hair. The room is dark,aside from a sliver of light where the moon shone through the blinds. He slowly runs a hand over your hair and down your back.

“Then why haven’t I met your parents yet?” you sighed,turning your head upwards to face him.

The loudest silence of the night fell over the room, that was what made it real to him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Even he knew, he had never invited you to visit his family, or even out to dinner when they were visiting in the states. You didn’t know if it was that he was embarrassed , or that he just didn’t know how to tell them. You weren’t even upset anymore, as much as you were resigned to the fact that you had to begin putting yourself first, to choose your needs first. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, if you were honest with yourself you knew he wasn’t the one. His brows furrowed and you could tell he was running through every possible response. His hand smoothed it’s way over your hair again and while you had resigned to the fact that it was over you couldn’t help but allow a piece of your heart to break as you saw his eyes become glassy. 

Before long he was fast asleep above you. Henry would be leaving the show, for another movie gig in two weeks but, since the  first rehearsal you hadn’t spent a day without Henry, or Kal for that matter. Sun peeked through the shades as you redressed yourself in the dark , you couldn’t be sure if this was something you wanted, or simply something you knew you had to do. You looked back at that beautiful apartment one more time,and then finally closed the door behind you. You recall the first time you entered the building, that day you had been instructed to bond as you step into the elevator. Watching the city below through the glass,a flicker of light catches your attention, then another and you realize it’s snowing. It had been a full year since the first time you had actually spoken to him. The doorman held the door for you,as you sparked your lighter. Touching the flame to the end of your cig as you stroll down the street.

[whitewolfandthefox]

The Black Blade Chapter 5

Summary: One of the hardest things to do is to watch someone you love suffer. It’s even worse when that suffering comes at your own hands. The Witchers have a very difficult decision ahead of them, one that will change the course of the Continent. Series Masterlist Words: 3723 Warnings: Suicide, blood, death, injury. All story warnings. A/N. Holy crap, it’s been almost two years since I’ve updated this story. My apologies for disappearing off the face of the earth. My goal of posting slightly more was an epic fail. I finished my Bachelor of Education as well as got a full time job within months of each other, so I didn’t have time to breath, much less think. I hope to be back on a semi regular basis now! As per usual, huge thanks to my beta @thegodsneverwantedme​

The Blood Moon

They call it the Blood Moon. It’s a month filled with heartbreak, death, and grief; brothers hunting sisters through the wilderness. Each time a Witcher returns to Kaer Morhen, he carries two swords with a medallion wrapped around them, a shroud of grief sitting over him. Funeral pyres become a common sight, the initiates tasked with ensuring there is enough wood available for one at a moment's notice. 

Vesemir disappears into his office every time a hunting party returns, often bloodied and injured, occasionally missing a member. Those evenings are even more somber, two passings being mourned. Tonight is one of such evenings, Geralt joining his mentor with two glasses of ale. 

“There was nothing you could have done, Vesemir,” Geralt says softly, trying to break the man out of his reverie. “We didn’t know that this would happen, and we still don’t know where it stems from.” “I know,” Vesemir sighs, sipping his ale. He looks out the window, not seeing the trees that surround the mountain on which Kaer Morhen is built. “I could have stopped this, right at the beginning.”

Geralt sits up in his chair, frowning at Vesemir. “What do you mean?”

“All those years ago, when they first wanted to try the Trials on Leto, they asked me first,” Vesemir starts. “They asked if I thought she would survive them, if I thought she would be strong enough to be a Witcher.”

He pauses, the silence stretching tight across the room. “I said yes.”

“You couldn’t have known, Vesemir,” Geralt protests. “You had no idea things would turn out this way. We all knew she would be fine, we were so proud of her.”

The silver haired Witcher stands and joins his mentor at the window. “Any of us could have said no, we could have stopped the experiments. But we didn’t. This is on all of us, if you want to place blame that far back.”

Vesemir stays silent, the minutes passing slowly. “She was mine though.”

Geralt shifts, the silence stretching as he waits for the older Witcher to speak.

“I should have protected her, I had a duty to protect her,” Vesemir sighs, running a hand over his face. “I should have known better. Especially once she came out different. She had different magic, her eyes were silver; that should have been the first sign things weren’t the same.”

“How were you to have known?” Geralt asks gently. “The magicians didn’t know, and they were the ones doing all of the experiments and the research. And besides, she was Leto, she was your Wolf, everyone wanted her to succeed. She was- is- all of ours.”

“I know, pup,” Vesemir uses the nickname he normally reserves for new, scared initiates. “But I still can’t help but feel responsible for what’s happened.”

The conversation dies off, Geralt having no response for the guilt that Vesemir shoulders, that they all shoulder. He stands in silence, watching out the window with his mentor as they grieve the loss of their sisters, the loss of their friends.

**~*~*~*~**

“Elliya!” Zane cries, trying to get the Witcher’s attention as she attacks a village. Can’t let her kill anymore than she has. Need to draw her away. He and Illja exchange glances, hardening their faces and their hearts as the woman turns to face them, a snarl on her face.

“Have you come to be enlightened?” Elliya asks, staring down at the two Witchers as she ignores the panicked villagers running away behind her. “Have you finally realized your true calling?”

“Elliya, please. This isn’t you,” Zane pleads, watching as Illja circles to the side to try and cut their sister off. “You’re ill, please let us help you.”

The Witchers are loath to kill their sisters, but realize it may be the only option. Still, they have to try to save them, to know that they are truly irredeemable before they are forced to kill one of their own. They flinch as they hear the maniacal laughter burst from their sister, madness flashing in her eyes.

“Help me?” Elliya asks with a sneer. “Help me? You can’t help me. You’re here to kill me, you’re here to kill my sisters. I’ve heard what you have been doing, Witchers.”

Zane’s heart falls at the words, pain lancing through his chest. “We want to help you,” he whispers. “We don’t know how. We can’t let you keep killing the humans, though. They don’t deserve what you’re doing.” “They’re murderers,” Elliya hisses, eyes alight with madness and rage. “They’re killing the earth, killing everything. They need to be eradicated.” “Why?” Zane pleads, trying to get through to his sister. “Why, though? Some are doing that, yes. But think of the others! Just yesterday, I saw a human helping a bird who had a broken wing.” “The minority,” Elliya scoffs. “The majority are killing this earth and everything on it, they need to die in order for everything else to survive.” She shifts her grip on her sword, prowling closer. “You fail to see the light, and for this, you must die.”

“Elliya, please,” Zane tries one more time, slowly lifting his sword as his sister shifts. “You don’t have to do this.

“I have no other choice,” Elliya’s voice goes flat before she launches herself at Zane and the other Witcher with him, going for the kill strike.

Zane dances backwards, hardening his heart for what he has to do next. Every sister who has come back to themself has begged us to kill them. We’re only doing what we must, there’s no way to help them. I wish there was.

The Witcher falls silent as he throws himself into the deadly dance, Illja trading off with him when they need a break. He cries out in pain as Elliya gets through his defences, a shallow cut along his bicep seeping through his sleeve as he takes a step back while Illja tries to get behind their sister.

Elliya falters as she hears Zane’s cry, guilt flashing through her eyes as her bitter lemon and cedar scent softens. “Zane?” she whispers, staring at the Witcher.

“It’s me,” Zane says softly, lowering his sword somewhat as recognition flashes in Elliya’s eyes. “It’s me, it’s your brother. I’m here.” “I- I- I don’t know what’s happening,” Elliya stammers, bringing a hand to her forehead as she screws her face up in pain. “Zane, what’s happening?” “It’s okay,” Zane soothes, slowly approaching his sister, heart aching as he sees pain on her face. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Let me help you, Elliya.”

Elliya stares at Zane, cocking her head as she seems to listen to something no one else can hear. The male Witcher continues to creep closer, keeping up a soothing stream of reassurance. Right as he gets within arms reach Elliya’s expression changes, her face going dead as rage and madness flares in her eyes. “Liar!” she hisses before gasping as Illja drives his sword through her chest from behind. Her golden eyes clear as he lowers her to the ground, Zane coming forward to cup her cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” Zane whispers brokenly, tears trailing down his cheeks as Illja pulls his sword out and holds Elliya in his lap.

“Sleep, sister,” Illja rumbles sadly, arranging her so she’s laying comfortably as he holds her close. “We’ll stay with you. You can rest now.” “Thank you,” Elliya breathes, slowly going limp in her brother’s arms. “Thank you. Tell the others it’s not- it’s not- we don’t want…”

Zane leans forward, listening carefully to his sister’s words before letting out a sob as her eyes go glassy and she lets out a soft sigh. He bends over her as her head falls limp to the side, Illja curling around her body as he cries.

“We had to,” Zane whispers, holding tight to Illja as they mourn their sister. “We had to. She was suffering, she didn’t want to do this. We had to do this, Illja.” Illja nods, gripping Zane’s shoulder as he takes comfort in the fact that they were able to save Elliya, even though it was through death.

**~*~*~**

Ifera sits in a tree, watching as the Witchers prowl through the forest looking for her. Amateurs. She shakes her head as they bumble around, making all sorts of noise. How did they ever think they were going to catch me, much less a monster, if everyone can hear them coming from miles away?

She jumps down from her perch on the branch, listening to the soft whispers in her mind. I can see now, it’s all become so clear. The humans are a plague, they’re destroying our world. They hunt and kill and destroy, they need to be eradicated. Ifera prowls after the Witchers on silent feet, pulling her swords out as she follows. She follows them into a darker part, listening to the soft, sweet voice that whispers to her.

“Witchers,” she calls sweetly, nearly laughing as they spin to face her while their hands jump to their weapons. “Oh, you poor darlings. Did I sneak up on you and scare you?” “Ifera,” the dark haired Witcher calls to her, a pleading tone in his voice. “Please, let us help-”

Ifera cuts him off with a sharp gesture, shaking her head. “Don’t even start,” she growls softly. “I’ve heard what you’ve all been doing to our sisters. Hunting us down like cattle, killing us one by one. You’re not here to help, you’re here to kill me. Don’t try to pretend.” “It’s not like that,” the other Witcher pleads, blonde hair reflecting the sunlight. “We’re your family, Ifera, we don’t want to do this. But you can’t keep on like this.” “And why not?” Ifera prowls forward, letting her sword drag on the ground. “The humans are killing everything else. You’ve seen how the world has changed since they’ve grown so far.” Kill them all, take them out. Let us run free, where we don’t have to hide. There’s nothing good left in the humans, they destroy everything they touch.

The blonde Witcher falters, clearly at a loss for words from her question. “Ifana-” he starts, but she cuts him off as she leaps at him, sword raised. “Fuck off,” Ifera growls, sword bouncing off the Witcher’s as she pursues him. “You don’t understand, you’ll never understand. I have to do this.” “Why?” The dark haired Witcher demands, darting in to catch her sword when the blonde Witcher trips. She growls in frustration, just wanting to ignore the questions.

“Because,” Ifera cries, swiping randomly at the Witcher, Andrezj, her mind suddenly supplies, to try and get rid of his questions. She falters slightly as the name appears, taking a moment to recover. The whispers increase in intensity, sudden guilt warring with the chaotic rage that's a constant in her chest and she shakes herself, trying to rid the emotions.

Andrezj takes advantage of her momentary distraction, darting forward and landing a blow on her shoulder. Ifera lets out a yell of pain, the scent of copper filling the air as she leaps backwards and lets out a growl.

“You’ll pay for that,” she resumes her circling, switching hands on her sword as pain runs down her arm. “You won’t leave this place alive.” Andrezj and the blonde Witcher exchange glances but stay silent, Ifera letting out a growl of frustration at that. She jumps forwards, throwing herself back into the battle and stepping forward and stabbing at the blonde one's stomach. Her sword is knocked away before Andrezj steps in and she finds herself on the defensive, frustration continuing to grow. She can feel the blood dripping down her arm, the scent of copper mixing with the fear scent of rust in the air. She growls happily at the scent before startling as her heart rate increases, realizing the fear is coming from her. What?

Ifera’s eyes widen at the realization and she stumbles again, fatigue and pain dragging at her limbs. No, I won’t submit. They’re wrong, I’ve seen the light. Humans are a plague. Aren’t they? She gets lost in her thoughts again, the tip of her sword slowly drifting towards the ground. This is the right thing to do. It is. Memories of laughing and playing with her brothers, with Andrezj, suddenly burst into her mind from a long forgotten place, and she raises her eyes to see Andrezj and Viktor in front of her.

“Help,” the whisper falls from her lips, Ifera feeling her legs go out from under her. She doesn’t register the pain that jolts up her legs as she hits the ground, hands flying to her forehead as the whispers war with the memories flooding her mind. “It’s okay, Ifera, we’re both here,” she feels Viktor’s arms go around her, supporting her as she fights with herself. She leans heavily into him, his bright cedar and cinnamon scent filling her nose. My brothers. My brothers are here. They can help me. Oh gods, what have I done? I’m supposed to protect, not kill.

Ifera lets out a sob, looking up at Viktor with terrified eyes as the scent of her fear increases in strength. She clings to him weakly with one hand, feeling Andrezj bracket her other side as his ginger and cedar scent fills her nose.

“Please, kill me,” Ifera begs, feeling Viktor shush her and slowly rock her as he rumbles soothingly. “No, please, you don’t understand. I can’t fight it.” She feels the soothing rumble turn to one of concern, burnt caramel worry mixing with her brothers’ scents. “You can’t fight what, Ifera?”

“The voices, the presence, please,” Ifera can feel herself start to slip, the familiar feeling of darkness taking over. She writhes in Viktor’s arms, clinging to him before ripping herself out of his arms.

Andrezj lets out a startled shout as he’s knocked backwards, surprise turning to concern as Ifera grabs for her sword. She turns her gaze on them, a mixture of apology and madness flitting behind her eyes. She stands with her blade in hand, emotions draining away as she watches her brothers scramble for their swords.

“I’m sorry,” Ifera whispers as she raises her sword before turning the blade on herself, pain blooming as she opens her throat. She feels her knees go out again, the pain quickly turning to cold as she collapses to the ground. She doesn’t hit though, Andrezj catching her and pulling her into his arms as tears slide down his cheeks.

It’s okay. She tries to smile at him, raising a shaky hand to her brothers’ cheeks. She doesn’t notice the bloody fingerprints she leaves on their skin, eyes starting to fall shut as she grows tired. I did it for you. I did it to keep everyone safe. I’m so tired. I’m safe now, I don’t have to listen anymore. I won.

The last thing Ifera feels is a sense of satisfaction as the world starts to grow dark, her brothers’ scents in her nose. A warmth cradles her as she starts to go limp, listening to the soft cries from her Witchers before she feels no more.

**~*~*~**

Issori, Jaka, Iona, Charenthi, Fissa. Alek crosses the names off with a heavy heart, marking each funeral pyre that burns. “There’s so many names,” he whispers, staring at the list. “Too many,” Kamil agrees softly, closing his eyes from where he sits in his chair. “How many are left?” “Not many,” Alek replies, glancing at where Vesemir stands with his back to them, having stood motionless at the window since the council members gathered. “All of the parties are out, they should be back soon. We’ll burn our last pyres within the month, hopefully.” “We still don’t know what’s causing this?” Natan asks, looking around the room at the other senior Witchers. “No,” Kamil shakes his head, sighing softly. “Tissai and I have been over everything we can think of, all we know is that it’s connected to something with their magic. They embody the chaos, rather than harness it. Something happens when they do that, but no one else has used magic the way they do, so we can’t know for sure what is happening.”

“It will be over soon,” Alek nods, running a hand through his hair. “And we won’t put any more girls through the trials.” “We never should have in the first place,” Vesemir’s voice is low when he speaks, the Witcher not turning from the window. “I never should have let this happen.” “Vesemir, you couldn’t have known,” Natan says immediately, shaking his head. “We had no idea they would be any different than us, that this would happen.” “I should have seen it with Leto, when she changed,” Vesemir finally turns away from the window, looking at the other Witchers with pained eyes. “I raised her, I knew her. I knew she was different after the trials, after she learned her powers, and I didn’t intervene.” I never should have let her go through the Trials in the first place. Gods, what was I thinking? Our sisters’ deaths are all on my hands.

“She was following the Path, everyone changes,” Natan says gently. “You’ve seen what Witchers look like when they come back from their first few years, everyone changes regardless of male or female.”

“I knew her though,” Vesemir whispers. “I raised her, she was mine. I knew her better than anyone else, I should have known that something was wrong, more so than just being on the Path.” “No one could have known,” Alek says softly, not sure what else to say to help the guilt that is clear in Vesemir’s frame. “You couldn’t have known.” “It’s too late now,” Vesemir murmurs wearily, turning back to the window. “She’ll face the same fate as her sisters.” “You don’t have to be the one to go,” Natan says, reopening the weeks old debate. “She’s your daughter, Vesemir, you don’t have to do this. One of us will go.” “I trained her myself, it has to be me,” Vesemir shakes his head. “She won’t let anyone else close enough, I taught her too well.”

“At least let someone go with you,” Natan pushes. “Take Geralt, take someone. Don’t go alone.”

“Alright,” Vesemir gives in, knowing that he’ll be followed regardless of his decision. “I’ll take Geralt with me, but no one else. She won’t trust us if there’s others with us.” “Thank you,” Natan says softly, making a note to go speak with Geralt. “It’s better with two. Just in case.” We’ve lost too many already. We need our Chief to lead us through this. “I know,” Vesemir nods, settling his hands at his back as he watches the initiates train below. “I know.” The council takes the dismissal for what it is, slowly filing out of the room. Natan pauses for just a moment, glancing at Vesemir before going to find Geralt. He needs to go. Leto was Vesemir’s pride, it’s going to destroy him to have to kill her.

Natan finds the silver haired Witcher out on the ramparts, where he would often go as an initiate. “Vesemir is going to bring you with him,” he says softly, coming to lean his elbows on the stone as he stands next to the younger Witcher.

“I thought he would take me,” Geralt nods, continuing to look out over the Trail. “He won’t take anyone else.” “He wanted to go by himself initially,” Natan replies softly. “I don’t think he’ll come back if he does.” “He won’t,” Geralt shakes his head. “I’ll bring him back, keep an eye on him.” Natan nods at that, sighing under his breath. “I wish he’d let someone else go.” “Not with her,” Geralt murmurs. “He considers this whole thing his fault, our sisters. Leto was the first.” Still remember when she went through her Trials. We were so proud of our little sister. We all should have said something.

“I know,” Natan says, glancing at Geralt. “It’s not your fault either. No one could have known.” “No, but we’re the ones who didn’t see it sooner,” Geralt looks back at the strategic master, gaze serious. “This is on all of us.” “It is,” Natan nods in agreement, before looking back out at the surrounding area. “You make sure you come back as well. We all know you were close with Leto, almost as much as Vesemir.” Geralt smiles grimly at that, looking down at his scarred hands. “She was my little sister, before she was all of ours,” he murmurs, eyes glazing over with memories. “I remember when Vesemir came home with her, she was just a wee little thing.”

“She was,” Natan agrees softly. “She was little, but fierce. Drove us all up the wall, keeping her out of trouble.” “She got into the weapons room and sent everyone into a panic,” Geralt laughs sadly. “We always knew she would be good at this. She was one of the best.”

“Still is,” Natan murmurs. “Be careful, Geralt, okay. Make sure you both come home.” We can’t afford to lose anyone else.

“I will,” Geralt turns a sober gaze on Natan. “I’ll make sure he gets home.” He won’t be the one to kill her, if I can help it. That would destroy him, having to kill his daughter.

“I trust you,” Natan nods, offering the silver haired Witcher a warrior’s handshake before turning and leaving him in peace before he has to leave.

**~*~*~**

Geralt lashes the last few of his bags onto Roach’s saddle, sighing softly as he goes through his list one more time. He waits patiently for Vesemir, glancing at the gathered Witchers around him. Know they all want to come with us, to not have Vesemir have to do this. Vesemir slowly makes his way out of Kaer Morhen, looking straight ahead as he takes his reins from Geralt.

“Everything is packed?” he asks gruffly, mounting his horse.

“Yes, Chief,” Geralt nods, mounting Roach alongside his mentor. “We can go.” “Good,” Vesemir nods, urging his mount towards the gates and down the Path. I’m coming, Leto. I’m sorry, my Wolf. This is all my fault. He focuses on the journey ahead of him, staying silent as Geralt rides at his side in search of his daughter.

**~*~*~**

Witcher Tag List

@riviawitch3r​ / @scarlettwitcher​ / @ayamenimthiriel​ / @uncoolcloudyhead​ / @secretsthathauntus​ / @vintage-mind-young-body​ / @creamysacrilege / @hina-chans-stuff / @bastardfruitsandbasil​ / @shewritesinthethirdperson​ / @widowvinter​ / @unnamedmaincharacter​​ / @thenocturnalsyren​​ / @loudlycolorfulkryptonite​ / @whatawildone​ / @geraltmrwitcher / @psychosupernatural​ / @chickennooget69​ / @just-antiyou​ / @ronnieissupermegafoxyawesomehot / @onlyhenrys​ / @l-km07​ / @iloveyouyen / @itsemmyb​ / @persephonehemingway​ / @summerartist4life​ / @thedragonsbirthgiver​ / @blackrockshooter780​ / @lamnothome​ / @jade10077​ / @dreaming-about-starfleet / @ginreagann17 / @xmother-mortemx​  / @logan-loves-bullfrogs​ / @sageandberries-png​ / @morelikebyesexual​ / @maan24​ / @winchesterandpie​ / @my-secret-life-1​ / @abbie-hp13​ / @why-is-it-always-raining​ / @poisonous-widow​ / @vanxbi / @luvmeijii​ / @elsasshole​ / @fandomfanatic97​ / @peyton-keating​ / @introvertedmouse​ / @wonderlandfandomkingdom​ / @faewihngs​ / @ashleyl30​ / @oce4ndepths / @heavenlysnowflake​ / @itsbebachan​ / @ab-haya​ / @alwayshave-faith​ / @witty-wallflower​ / @dogslednation / @randomasgardian21​/ @disasteren / @theawkwardpedestrian / @nellaphine​ / @snapessecretdiary​ @circesgirl10​ @kmuir1​ @melemel1 @MHAJinx175 @thatbeautifulreward​ @victoriabauer619 @lightwoodandywifey @a-lil-bit-nuts​ @massivewitchfire @fictionalhooman @black-rose-29​

The Black Blade Tag list: 

@raspberrydreamclouds / @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​  / @wastingmypotential​  / @sweetandspiky​ / @queenxxxsupreme​

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Those Linked by Destiny (1)

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Natasha are on a mission to once again defeat Hydra who this time had opened a time portal that unleashed monsters and beasts that were extinct for centuries for good reason. On the way, they try to recruit the only remaining person who had any knowledge on how to defeat these creatures. Her kind also almost extinct. A Witcher.

Fandoms: Avengers, The Witcher

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Witcher!OFC (Female)

Warnings: Angst (coz this is me), Dry Dark Humour, Violence, Gore, Lots of Blood, Burning Sarcasm, Lots of Cussing

A/N: Hello, beautiful creatures! I’m back with a new hurricane of a crossover. This continues on from my completed series There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (AvengersxSupernatural) but this can be read by itself. I made this an OFC instead of an xReader since I needed to be specific with how the Witcher character looked. I hope you enjoy and I welcome all kinds of feedback.

No permission is granted to repost my work. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

Masterlist

1: Returning a Favor

The sun was preparing to set when Sam, Bucky, and Natasha reached the small sleepy town. Their clothes were starting to scratch and bite at their skin from the sweat and grime of trying to make it to their destination on foot. They had been taking back roads and keeping to thick forests to keep hidden from Hydra and the monsters they had unleashed. It hasn't always gone smoothly for them.

The Avengers and Team Free Will had split up to tackle three major missions; hunting down every remaining grace powered monster created by the Archangel Michael, re-establishing the Avengers initiative and operations, and this new unfamiliar threat. They had discovered that Hydra was back and had opened a portal that unleashed creatures that were wholly unknown to even the Hunters.

The trio was tasked with gathering as much intel as they could and searching for a friend of Natasha and the Nephilim who they said was the only person who could help them. It had taken them eight months to track down someone who was practically a ghost.

They were all on edge and nearly losing hope, but finally they got a lead on an exact location. It took nearly two weeks to reach the town after a particularly nasty encounter with a cluster of monsters. They were outnumbered and had no knowledge about the enemy to even properly fight. They barely made it out alive.

Sam sat on the forest floor with his back to the trunk of a tree clutching his open abdomen. He was bleeding on the grass and the first aid they had been continuously applying on him was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. They needed to get him patched up properly. Bucky switched his legs to lean more on his left as he crouched behind thick shrubbery beside Natasha. Judging by the sharp pain from his other leg, he was sure it was broken. The female assassin wasn't any better off having taken multiple large slashing wounds to her back.

Bucky suggested that they go back to Avengers headquarters. It was Natasha though that insisted this is where they needed to go. They needed to lie low, heal, regroup, and find backup, but they were running out of time. The more time Hydra was left alone, the worse it was going to get. Bucky was skeptical, especially with Sam clinging on to his life, but he knew that Natasha was in fact right.

In front of them was a medium sized log cabin tucked away in the forest with a garden and a small greenhouse out back. Bucky's enhanced senses could pick up common vegetables and herbs like tomatoes, carrots, and basil, but he also caught whiffs of plants that smelled like exotic flowers of some sort. The house was still fairly close to town with only a 45-minute drive but it was miles away to the next house.

The serene silence of the isolated area was disrupted by peels of laughter from a group of children that were running around the garden. Their hands and clothes were stained with either paint or dirt. Some more gleeful that they had both. Bucky frowned. 

Were they supposed to seek shelter in a daycare?

The children would surely be scarred for life if they saw the Falcon bleeding out nevermind who his two companions were. His worry for his friend’s wellbeing clouded the Sergeant’s capability to grasp why this was where they needed to be.

The slow crunch of tires on the dirt road followed by two soft beeps disrupted Bucky's tired brooding. A mini bus parked beside a weathered brown truck in the driveway. A woman came out the back door clutching a child, that was practically a baby with how small it was, securely to her chest. Bucky couldn't see her face, only her slender figure and the wavy hair that fell down her back in a mess of random pastel colors that seemed to be popular with the youth these days. Her short yellow sun dress flowed with each movement she made.

Bucky's doubts at Natasha's plan grew. How could this hipster possibly help them? The low groan of pain from behind reminded him that they had no choice at this point. They were here now and Sam needed urgent medical attention. He would just have to trust Natasha a bit more.

He watched as she instructed the children to put away their art materials and wash up. He watched as she hugged or petted each beaming child as they boarded the mini bus. He watched as she carefully strapped in the baby in his designated seat while exchanging conversation with the middle aged driver who smiled warmly at her. He still couldn't see her face, but he could hear her laugh at something the driver said. After a final wave the bus full of energetic children started to pull out of the driveway.

Bucky's doubts continued to gnaw at him, but now for a different reason. This woman seemed so kind and carefree. Must they really disturb her peaceful life for their chaos? He turned then to voice his worries to Natasha, but before he could get a word out he felt an unbelievably strong force hit his chest and propel him backwards. He was forcefully pinned to a tree with the air knocked clear out of his lungs.

His first instinct was to fight back, but opening his eyes after the attack he froze when he met with the most peculiar yet mesmerizing pair. Round almond shaped and framed with thick heavy lashes were eyes the color of bright molten gold with irises in dark slits like that of a cat's. He would swear they were contacts if he didn't notice how they stretched and dilated as they retained their murderous gaze on him. Her hair fell like a cloud around her face softening her sharp bone structure and the snarl on her gloss covered lips.

So enthralled was Bucky at her unique features, that it took him an embarrassingly long time to register the double bladed axe she held easily with one hand outstretched flush against the skin of his throat. One small flick of her wrist and Bucky would be bleeding to his death in minutes.

"Why have you brought him here, Natasha?" she said, her voice even and low. Bucky noticed a European accent but he couldn't quite place which particular area.

"You know me?" Bucky met her unfaltering glare with his own.

"Everyone knows you, Winter Soldier," she sneered. "Everyone knows all of you."

Bucky scowled at the name. He didn't appreciate the tone she had when she said it. There was an obvious disdain and anger in her tone that he wasn't sure was warranted.

"Easy, Prima. We need your help," Natasha tried to coax her but she did not advance in case she gets provoked.

"And if I refuse?"

"Well then I'm cashing in that favor."

There was a long tense silence before his throat was reluctantly freed. He rubbed the shallow angry line it had left. The woman with cat-like eyes sighed as she swung the large weapon to hook over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. She rolled her eyes before she turned and gestured for you all to follow.

Bucky noted how Natasha's shoulders sagged in relief. She was worried that her contact might decline. They each took one of Sam's sides and practically hauled his barely conscious form to the cabin. They followed the woman into her home, the receding skyline bouncing light and shadow on her figure. It wasn't even ten minutes ago that Bucky was hesitant to disrupt this woman's very normal life, but normal people don't just carry battle axes let alone have the skill to wield it.

"Natasha," he whispered. "What exactly is she?"

Natasha had told them a little about Witchers in between dashing from town to town, but it amused Prima that Bucky was still thoroughly surprised when they actually met her. Clearly she didn't go into the specifics.

He could hear the smirk in her tone despite still having her back to them. She had heard his hushed question despite walking far ahead of them and decided to answer.

"Perhaps we can discuss my nature when your friend is no longer seeping Water Hag poison from his wounds."

"So that's what that thing was. How do you know it's Water Hag poison?" Natasha grunted under Sam's weight.

"I can smell it and that's the only reason I'm granting you this favor."

Prima rushed inside her home ahead of her guests, going quickly to the kitchen to pull out a large tarpaulin from under the sink. She was definitely going to help them but that didn't mean she was going to damn well leave an Avenger to bleed all over her precious furniture.

She opened the chest that doubled as a coffee table and pulled out thick worn blankets. She was already laying these out on the floor by the fireplace by the time the rest of them came through the front door.

Bucky surveyed the room as he entered. It was a force of habit to commit every detail to memory when entering a new environment. Normally it could mean life or death, but in this instance it was pure curiosity with a healthy mix of suspicion. 

From the outside, the cabin had looked a decent size but from the inside it looked much bigger. He thought that perhaps it was too much space for someone he presumed was living alone.

The house was a mixture of modern and rustic decorated in wood, metal, and splashes of vibrant color here and there. A gray short hair cat perked up in attention from its bedding as they entered. The main floor was open with no walls dividing areas and a set of stairs led to a spacious loft that again had no partitions. Large windows lined the walls providing an almost 360 degree view to the outside. It was almost like being in a glass box, but he knew for a fact that those windows were heavily tinted outside providing the utmost privacy. The state of the home told Bucky a lot about its owner.

"Lay him down here," Prima said pointing to the makeshift cot. "It's best he is by the fire. We need to keep him warm."

Natasha and Bucky gently laid down their friend as instructed. Sam groaned as the material pressed on his injuries and Natasha made quick work of cutting him out of his ruined tactical gear with her knife. His body relaxed the slightest bit after being freed but this also meant that his wounds opened again to spill more of his blood on the tarpaulin.

"It's worse than I thought," Prima murmured. "Take this and apply pressure to the worst of it. I must prepare a few things."

Natasha nodded as she took the towels from her. She rushed through the back door and from its opening, Bucky could see that she went straight into her greenhouse. She was back within minutes carrying a small woven tray filled with plants he couldn't even begin to identify. The cat followed closely on her heels, the small bell on its neck ringing softly.

She headed straight for the other end of the room to what he initially thought was a library and craft area. Looking at it closely now he could see not only books but a wide array of jars, bottles, and small boxes. She grabbed two containers from the shelves and dropped its contents into a wooden bowl. She began mashing and mixing them together quickly before pouring the strange yellowish liquid into glass vials. She grabbed a few more bottles from the shelves before making her way to kneel by Sam's head.

"Help me sit him up. He needs to drink this."

"I'm not sure about this, Nat," came Bucky's worried tone as he eyed their host with narrowed eyes.

"Bucky!" Nat warned. They didn't have time for this.

"What the hell is even in that?"

"Sergeant Barnes, would you like me to educate you on the finer points of alchemy before or after we save your dying friend?" Prima argued, her jaw clenching. "Clock is ticking, Sergeant. The choice may well be taken from you soon."

Bucky's teeth gritted together as his whole body tensed with the decision. His brow was in knots, but ultimately he knew there was only one decision to make. He cursed under his breath but moved to heave Sam into a sitting position.

Prima uncorked one of the bottles and tipped it over Sam's lips carefully making sure that he took every drop. His face scrunched at the taste but his eyes remained closed, too exhausted to open them. His breathing started to speed up until they were shallow huffs and his temperature steadily rose.

"What the hell's happening to him?" Bucky fumed but Prima held out her hand to halt him as she carefully watched Sam's reactions with her strange cat eyes that were now narrowed into slits.

The air in the room was thick with tension and the only sounds were that of Sam's heavy breathing that was rapidly growing more laborious. When it seemed like he was at the height of his torment, Prima acted fast and shoved a second vial of clear liquid to his lips. He almost choked on the liquid but by some grace of the gods he managed to swallow it all.

After the last drop had gone down his throat, his eyes shot wide open before fluttering close as he dropped unconscious against the pillows. Bucky panicked when he couldn't hear his heartbeat and was about to lash out at Prima again when suddenly a faint thump that was fighting to get steadier met his ears in a manner that was uniquely stubborn like Sam.

Prima took a hand to feel his sweaty face and was relieved to find that his temperature was dropping closer to normal. They were past the worst of it now and she was grateful he took well to the potions. It was a gamble. Humans were not meant to take in Witcher brews. She could have just as easily killed him.

"He should be fine by morning. We must allow the potions do the work for now. I'll keep watch in case he needs another dose."

She grabbed one of the other bottles in her stash and tossed one to Natasha who easily caught it. The assassin raised a quizzical brow at her.

"Take only a small sip, Natasha. Pour the rest of it in the bath upstairs and take a long soak. It should help close up your wounds. You are welcome to rummage through my drawers for clean clothes."

"What happens if she takes more?" Bucky asked.

"Well all her injuries and even scars from her childhood will cease to exist. Every broken bone and illness will be cured," she shrugged as she relaxed against a wall stretching out her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes to allow the tension of the last hour to ease off her body as she absentmindedly stroked the cat that had now curled up contentedly beside her.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Natasha mused before carefully taking only the small sip she recommended.

"And then you die," the Witcher chuckled allowing a sharper than usual canine to peak out from her smile.

Bucky was not amused despite Natasha chuckling at the comment before making her way up the stairs. He was understandably wary of anything chemical to be put inside his body after what Hydra had done to him. Their host seemed to somehow sense this so made no move to offer him any concoction for his injuries.

"Bathroom's through the door behind you should you fancy a shower, Sergeant. There should be clothes in the cupboards too but they might be a tad tight. I'll go into town in the morning to purchase more appropriate wear for you and your friend. First aid kit is under the sink."

Bucky gave a small nod as he silently walked to the door she gestured to. As he meticulously washed the dirt and fatigue from his body, he found his thoughts straying to their unusual host. He had realized that her accent was classic old European, with the kind of vocabulary that prim and proper upper-class citizens used. What did not make sense though was how a European socialite would have the practiced ease of wielding a battle axe. Her cat eyes alone tipped him off that she was not merely human. The more he thought about it, the more everything he knew so far contradicted with each other. He was no closer to figuring her out when he stepped out of the bathroom adjusting the shirt and jeans that clung to him.

He saw the Witcher sound asleep on the floor, her head lolled to the side and her mouth softly parted. There were a million questions he wanted to ask her, but he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her peaceful sleep. He instead made his way to crash on the sofa. Sleep came to him as soon as his head met the arm rest. He drifted off with the Witcher's eerie eyes the last on his mind and a nagging feeling that there was something about her that was strangely familiar to him.

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[for-a-muse-of-fire]

The Wench and The Witcher | Ficlet Series (Complete)

Geralt of Rivia x Black OC - inspired by the works of Hozier

NSFT/18+ only -  these fics are not meant for anyone under the age of 18.

imagine being loved by me

be as you’ve always been

chivalry fell on its sword

how easy you are to need

happily i’m unfazed here, too

and that kind of love

youthfully felt

i’ll crawl home

in the woods somewhere

and flew like a moth to you

oh what a sin

what did you bury?

PROMPT: “you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else”

like (your) love

be still my foolish heart

and it’s easy done, our little remedy

i will never grow so old again

to derail the mind of me

and the damaged love she made

by the still of your hand

make it enough

i’d be home with you

watch the world go by

some tender charm

tame your demons

this is hungry work

before the otherness came: part I, part II

oh, but you’re good to me

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

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A03

Character written for so far:

Animal Kingdom:

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

Berry "Baz" Cody

MCU:

James Buchanan Barnes/TWS

Loki Laufeyson

The Moon Knight Boys

Others:

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy - The Iceman

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy

Sheriff Lee Bodecker - TDATT

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune (2021)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home

Kappa - Black Mirror 6

Roman Roy - Succession

Samuel Lafferty - Under The Banner Of Heaven

Elijah Kamski - Detroit: Become Human

Gavin Reed - Detroit: Become Human

Simon Walker - Hollyoaks

Edward "Ned" Low - Black Sails

Saroo Brierly - Lion

The Kid/Bobby - Monkey Man

Masterlist-Navigation:

Animal Kingdom:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Behind The Fence - Female!OFC x Craig Cody [A lot of smut, Kinky issues, some violence, 18+!] (aka my Animal Kingdom thirst party 😏)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 / Part 3.2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 / Part 7.2 / Part 7.3

Part 8 / Part 8.2

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 / Part 12.2

Part 13

Animal Kingdom Off-Story One-Shots:

One - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

A Little Reward - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

The Two Of You - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Numb - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Please Don't Say That You Love Me - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Forbidden Thoughts - Female!OFC × Craig Cody

In Waves - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Smoke On The Water- Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Moonlight - Female!OFC x Baz Blackwell / Michael Corvin (totally lost my chill)

Viking - Craig Cody x fem!Reader (Smut 18+, Shower Sex)

Nomis - Night Hunter:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Cinnamon | A Night Hunter Story - Walter Marshall × Fran Carters (OFC) [ Angst, Fluff, Trauma Talk... you get the overall mood ]

Chapter 1 - Denial

Chapter 2 - Anger

Walter Marshall One-Shots:

The Sweater Thief - Walter Marshall x Reader [ fluffy Walter Marshall HC ]

Drunk Decisions - Walter Marshall x Reader [fluffy Walter Marshall HC]

Stairway To Heaven - Walter Marshall × Reader [loss of a pet, angst, hurt/comfort]

August Walker:

A Little Nap - Daddy!August x Reader [fluff]

One Of Those Days - Daddy!August x Reader [angsty fluff]

Spill The Drink - Daddy!August × Reader [mental illness, comforting daddy talk]

They Won't Know - August Walker × Reader [soft!smut, HC no one ever asked for]

A Love Letter From August x August Walker × Reader [Me sending in a fun ask]

Listen And Obey - Daddy!August x Reader [dirty, dirty smut (18+!), denial, male dom]

Not Enough - Daddy!August x little!Reader [angsty drabble, DDlg themed]

Not Enough Pt. 2 - Daddy!August × little!Reader [a bit angsty, August being August, tho]

Whole Lotta Love - August x Reader [Reader is having a little fun on a mission]

Geralt of Rivia:

The Monster They Wanted Him To Be - feral!Geralt x Reader [implied NonCon, primal hunter/prey, 18+!]

Steve Rogers:

Movie Night - Steve Rogers x Reader [SMUT, Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Movie Night II - Steve Rogers x Reader [More SmUt, More Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Paint It Red - nomad!Steve x Reader [Dark!, 18+!, blood play, self harm issues]

My Bucky List:

He Even Came With Instructions- The Winter Soldier x Dark!Female!Mob!Reader [Dark!Smut, DubCon/NonCon, FemDom]

Sleepless - Bucky Barnes × Reader [Smut, somnophilia, thigh riding, 18+!]

The Thing With Cats And Water - Bratty!Bucky Barnes x Reader [ Smutty Fluff 18+!, a bit of Mommy Kink, implied further smut ]

Lock And Key - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader [BDSM Fluff, 18!+]

Atonement - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader (Smut 18+!, spit kink, implied further smut)

Can't Run, Can't Hide - stalker!Bucky x Reader [gets gradually darker, 18+!]

Sleaze Dog - Rockstar!Bucky × Reader [18!+, alcohol abuse, angst]

Hold Me Close - sub!Bucky × dom!Reader [a lot of angst, non-sexual BDSM, choking]

His Asset:

His Asset- Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [very dark smut, 18+!, a fic straight out of hell]

His Asset Part 2 - Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [it's getting even darker, 18+!, force-feeding, very dark thoughts]

Moon Knight:

The Vegan In A Steakhouse - sub!Steven Grant × fem!Reader [public smut 18+!, gentle femdom, Steve being the puppy that he is]

Blood In The Sand - Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader [desert porn 18+!, oral, mutual touching]

Te Amo- Jake Lockley × Sex Worker!Fem!Reader [implied smut 18+!, very angsty]

A Night At The Museum - Steven Grant x fem!Reader [teeth-rotting fluff]

Once Upon A December × Marc Spector / Steven Grant × fem!Reader [18+!, major hurt/comfort, angsty af]

Tears Of Love - Steven Grant × fem!Reader [just some comforting fluff]

The Wrath Of Set - Jake Lockley × fem!Reader [pitch black smut, 18+!, knife play]

Sheriff Lee Bodecker:

White Cotton - Daddy!Lee x Little!Reader [DDlg Smut 18+!, Daddy Kink, Oral, Pillow Riding]

Loki Laufeyson:

Fimbulvetr - Loki x Fem!Reader [substance abuse, self harm, 18+!]

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy

Dirty Thoughts - Mr. Freezy x Reader [Filth, foul language, 18+!]

Sons of Anarchy:

Over And Over - Jax Teller x Reader [angsty, 18+!, pillow talk]

Others:

Odi Et Amo - Jacques LeGris x fem!Rader

What We Do In The Shadows Headcanon

WWDITS!Show-Characters x Reader [Just a conversation getting out of hand]

Dune

Blood, Sugar and Spice - Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader [A big pile of smut 18+!, period sex, oral, feral Duke Leto]

Stranger Things

Master Of Puppets - bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Friends To Lovers, Romantic Porn With Plot 18+!)

The Bear

Heard, Chef! - Carmen Berzatto × fem!Reader (jealous smut, 18+!, a bit angsty)

Succession

The Cage - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Puppy Play, Straight Filth, Mommy Kink, 18+!)

Insomnia - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Soft Smut, Nipple Play, 18+!)

Petrichor - Gavin Reed x afab!Reader (Porn With Feelings, Morning Sex, Oral 18+!)

Detroit: Become Human

Wonderland - Camboy!Eljiah Kamski x afab!Reader (Porn Addiction, Masturbation 18+!)

Golden Cage - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP 18+!, Emotional Abuse, Mind Games)

Sunlight - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP, 18+!, Soft, Oral, Edging)

Ctrl + Shift + L - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Online Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour)

Watch Me, Touch Me - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Voyeurism, Overstimulation)

Hollyoaks:

Call Me When You're Sober - Simon Walker x afab!Reader (Smut, Angst Gallore, 18+!)

fragile, but not like a flower. - Simon Walker x afab!Reader (Dead Dove 18+!, Heavy BDSM play)

Resident Evil: Village:

Hangover Cure - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Intoxication Kink, Daddy Kink, 18+!)

I Am Machine - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Piercing Play, Angst, Smut, 18+!)

Olive - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Blowjob, Dom/Sub, Aftercare)

Black Sails:

The Candlemaker - Edward "Ned" Low x afab!Reader (Dead Dove 18+!)

Dev Patel Movies:

The Price You Pay - The Kid x afab!Reader (Rough Smut, Angsty Feelings 18+!)

Children Of The Void - Saroo Brierly x afab!Reader (Emotional Constipation, Adoption, Loss)

What Else Ought There Be? - Sir Gawain x prostitute!afab!Reader (PWP, Oral Fixation, Angst 18+!)

Rory Culkin Characters:

Masterlist

[princess-of-riviaa]

Wicked Rose

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Rosa Malvada (OFC)

Summary: Geralt is sent on a mission that sends him to the doorstep of vampire Rosa Malvada. Steamy smut insues.

Warning(s): dirty talk, biting kink, SMUT, blood, both characters are very dominant

Word Count: 3092

There were countless reasons to enjoy an immortal life. The power was intoxicating--there was no greater feeling than knowing you were the greatest threat in any given room. The access to knowledge that stretched across every part of the realm, the secrets that stayed trapped within country borders--all of it there for you to revel in. But the greatest thing of all, the thing that brought satisfaction even in the darkest of nights, was being the kind of monster everyone believed vampires to be.

A regular vampire proved to be a challenging opponent, even for a skilled warrior. The Higher Vampires were impossible to kill. With their wit and strength, they ran circles around mortal men. Not even the legendary witchers could end them; only a Higher Vampire could kill one of his brethren, which had only happened twice in all of history. And Rosa Malvada, Princess of the Higher Vampires, was the most feared and powerful of her entire clan.

Geralt of Rivia, the most famous witcher along the west coast, had been stalking her for three days now. He’d been careful, calculating every movement before he made it. It was cute, actually, how much effort he put into being stealthy. Little did he know Rosa had noted his presence within the first twenty minutes of his days-long hunt. She’d considered draining the blood from his body and burying him in some forgotten part of the woods. Who was he to think that a centuries-old Higher Vampire--a princess of their clan--wouldn’t note his presence? How dare he think she would fall into his trap! But she’d been curious. She’d never seen a witcher hunt, and it had been appealing enough that she’d played the part of a happily oblivious vampire, letting him follow her from town to town, never letting him realize that she was drawing him ever closer to her nest.

The night of the full moon, Geralt had decided to make his attack. He’d been smart enough to drink one of those witcher elixirs he kept on his body--a wise precaution she had to give him credit for. But even that magical potion couldn’t take her down. Not before she found out why he’d been hunting her. Not before she’d have her way with him.

His boots were near-silent as he strode through the abandoned halls of an ancient castle along the coast of Temeria. It had been Rosa’s home since an ancient royal family had decided to abandon it due to the rumors of an evil vampire lurking in the halls at night--a rumor that had proved true, since Rosa had been sloppy enough to leave behind a mess of the guards’ bodies she’d drunk from. The family had been so scared they left with nothing but the clothes on their backs. The belongings they’d left behind were now part of Rosa’s trove.

Geralt pulled out two swords from his back, careful to make his movements as silent as possible. His ears perked up at every breath of the wind. That witcher elixir had heightened his senses, Rosa realized, and if she wasn’t careful, her game of cat and mouse would come to an end much too soon. She watched from the shadows as he stopped at the end of a hallway. He looked like a mountain in all that black armor--a mountain she wanted to climb. The sight of him was distracting--

Until he cocked his head, a predator finally spotting his prey.

“The shadows won’t hide you from me.” He spoke in a whisper, but Rosa heard him perfectly, as if he’d whispered the words in her ear. Rosa stood in a corner of darkness, and with thirty feet of distance between them, she thought it would have been harder for him to spot her. She was impressed.

“What makes you think I’m hiding?” she purred in response, moving through the shadows so he could catch a glimpse of her blood-red eyes.

“I don’t want to kill you,” he admitted as he turned to face her. That perfect face was paler than usual, enough so the veins under the surface of his skin were visible. And those eyes--darker than the shadows that now cloaked Rosa. He was the pure embodiment of death.

Rosa had never wanted a man more.

“Then what are you doing here?” She forced her tone to remain clipped, despite the desire starting to pool between her thighs.

“A descendant of the family who once lived here,” he began. “He’s paid me to return a lost family crest to him.”

Over her dead body. “Everything within these walls belongs to me. If they wanted some family crest, their ancestors should have brought it with them before they fled this place.”

“I’ve been paid to finish the job,” he insisted.

“Whatever amount they’ve promised you, I’ll double it.” She had more than enough gold to spare. Make enough calculated kills, drink from the right kind of people, and inheriting chests of gold becomes as easy as breathing.

“Come out of the dark. Maybe I’ll consider your offer.”

“Drop those blades,” she compromised, “and I’ll go anywhere you want, Witcher.”

Metal clinked against stone, a riotous sound amongst the silence of the dead castle. Geralt’s hands went slack at his sides. It was a mirage. An act of relaxed calm hiding a hunter about to pounce.

Rosa was precise with her movements, careful to never move within his reach even as she evaded the cover of darkness. His eyes slid along her body so sensually that her body burned everywhere he looked. It was almost enough to get her to step towards him. Almost. She lifted her chin higher, confident in the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts that he now took in. Blood-red hair curled down her back, stark against the white dress she wore.

He sniffed audibly before muttering, “I didn’t know vampires could be aroused by anything other than blood.”

He could smell the lust dripping between her thighs. It only made her want him more, somehow.

She retorted, “I didn’t realize witchers could be so attractive.”

Silence filled the air as they stared at each other, both resisting the urge to close the distance between them and take what they both were craving.

“Afraid to want a monster, Witcher?” she taunted.

A warning growl was the only response he gave.

“I’ll pay you to leave empty-handed tonight, to return to the man who paid you and insist that this precious family crest no longer exists.” She took half a step towards him--the only amount of distance she dared to close between them. “I’ll pay you in gold. Or, if there’s another form of payment you’d prefer, I’d happily let you indulge in that too.” The smile that tugged at her lips was flirtatious. It only grew as Geralt’s gaze dropped to her mouth, those darkened pupils missing nothing.

He was silent. A man of few words. That was fine--Rosa would be sure to fill the silence as he filled her tonight.

She spread her arms. An open invitation. All he had to do was take it. “Come on, Geralt. Take what we both want.”

Still, he hesitated.

“Would you prefer it if I beg?” she wondered.

He pounced. Half a second passed before he had her pressed against the wall, her back pressed tightly against his chest. She ground her ass into his hard-on. Oh, fuck. The stories of a witcher’s girth weren’t just stories. One of his hands moved to her hip, grinding her body against his erection, while the other tugged hard enough on her hair to force her to look up and back at him.

“I’d like to hear you beg,” he growled.

Yeah, right. She dug her elbow into his stomach hard enough to make his grip loosen on her. A second later he was the one trapped against the wall. She held onto his wrists with a grip so tight not even a witcher’s strength could get him out.

“Sorry, darling, but I don’t beg for anyone.”

Before he could say anything, she licked up the column of his throat. His witcher heart was slow, but his pulse still made her toes curl. She longed to know what he tasted like, longed to know if he tasted better than he would feel when he was balls-deep inside of her.

The sensation of her tongue on his skin made a low growl elicit from the back of his throat, a sound so intoxicating that Rosa did, for a moment, contemplate begging him to fuck her if she had to. She needed this man inside of her, needed him to mark her up and fuck her so well she couldn’t walk right for a day afterwards.

“You don’t beg?” Geralt's voice was a low timber in her ear, making her shiver with arousal. And then his hand was around her throat while the other one went to the sensitive mound between her legs. “Then you’ve never had a Witcher fuck you.”

A moan fell from her lips before she could stop it. Her body was pure reaction now; there was no more room for her pride to decide what she would do. She was merely a reaction to every move Geralt made. She was at his mercy.

In one flash of movement Geralt picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her off through the castle like game he’d just proudly hunted down. He stopped at what was once the duke’s quarters, but had been Rosa’s quarters for centuries now. The room was filled with piles of clothes, books, and gold. Crimson sheets were thrown about the bed on the far wall, which was where Geralt strode for now. He was gentle as he set her down but the look in his eyes was wild and ravenous. She had no doubt her eyes held the same kind of animalistic hunger.

“Ever fucked a vampire before?” she questioned as she sat up and started untying his breeches.

“No,” was his simple reply, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone that made Rosa’s stomach knot with need.

She pulled down his breeches enough for his cock to spring free and--wow. Whether it was the Witcher mutation or Geralt had been blessed by the gods themselves, Rosa didn’t particularly care. Not as her mouth literally watered at the site of his thick, long cock, already glistening with precum. Dark curls swirled around the base of his shaft. A thin vein ran along the length of his cock from base to tip and she practically moaned. She wrapped her hand around his length, softly caressing the velvet of his sensitive skin as she began to jerk him off. He growled in approval. It wasn’t long before her skilled hand had him bucking his hips, desperate for her to increase her pace so he could cum. But she continued her slow assault on his throbbing cock, enamored by the look on his face as she teased him. Precum continued to fall from his tip. It mixed with her hand to make a sinful squelching noise. That, along with Geralt’s grunts and growls, was the only sound in the room.

Rosa finally pulled her hand away when she decided she’d tortured the Witcher long enough. His eyes were lidded, heavy with lust, but they widened with arousal as he watched her lick up every last drop of the precum on her hand. With a growl that promised her unbecoming, he splayed a large hand on her stomach and pushed her back. He climbed over her as she relaxed against the bed. His right leg instantly moved between her own, his knee finding a home against her aching pussy.

“My turn,” he growled before moving to hover over her heat.

“Wait,” she called out, her body already humming with intense heat. “You really want to get me off?”

The look in his golden eyes was answer enough.

“Then let me drink from you.” Her voice was breathy, too overcome with lust to sound normal anymore.

He paused, and that lust in his eyes was replaced by a look of distrust.

“I won’t drink too much,” she promised. “But for a vampire, drinking a partner’s blood while being intimate with them is better than anything else. It’ll make me cum long before eating me out will.”

“Which vein is best?” Geralt asked in a low, curious voice, but there was still hesitancy written all over his face.

“The closer to the heart, the better,” she admitted. “Anywhere would do, but blood from the heart, or anywhere around it…” She closed her eyes as she thought about the intoxicating taste of blood straight from the heart. It had been a long time since she’d let herself indulge in it, since tasting blood that sweet normally sent vampires into a frenzy. But the memory of that nectar on her lips made her legs clench, it was that good.

“You stop when I tell you to,” Geralt demanded. His tone was stern, but he was giving in. Indulging her.

Her heart began to beat faster at the thought of drinking from him. “And if I don’t?” Rosa wondered, opening her eyes to look at him again.

The answer to her question was written in his eyes. If she didn’t stop, if she gave in to the monster inside of her, he’d kill her.

“As you wish,” she complied.

He reached a hand towards her. For a second she thought he was reaching for her neck, wanting to pull her towards him for a kiss, but his hand stopped between her breasts, at the dress still covering them. A second later and the dress was torn to shreds, her breasts falling free. Her nipples were already hard from arousal and a low sound of approval fell from Geralt as he observed it. His eyes scanned the rest of her body with hunger.

“Your turn,” she demanded, longing to see his body in all of its naked, muscled glory.

He rose to his feet and began undressing, teasing her as he moved slowly. All she had to do was spread her legs and one look at the sight of her glistening folds made him rush his movements. His body was a glorious maze of muscles and scars--a picture perfect warrior. Dark curls that matched the hair around his cock swirled around his chest and trailed a path down his stomach. An ancient kind of power and strength radiated off of him. Gods, did she want this man inside of her.

Geralt gave her only a few seconds to take in his naked form before he was on top of her, his mouth devouring hers. His tongue was hungry and demanding as it pushed past her lips and collided with her own. She moaned into his mouth as he ground her hips against hers, his cock rubbing against her clit and sending electricity through her veins. Her arousal spiked, and suddenly she could feel her fangs coming out, and before Geralt could break the kiss, she bit his bottom lip. They both moaned--him at the sensation of being bit for the first time, surprised that it could be so arousing for the victim; and her because his Witcher blood was the finest wine she’d ever tasted. Her legs clenched around his hips as she swallowed the first drop of his blood.

It was then that he chose to plunge deep into her folds. She released a cry of pleasure that made the walls shake. Her walls squeezed around him as he continued to enter her, his cock going ever deeper and farther inside of her. Geralt muttered something in a language Rosa didn’t recognize, but she got the message clear enough from the tone: he was loving this as much as she was. The pain of his cock splitting her open was a welcome hurt. It turned her on and made her walls clench even tighter around his length, which only made his growls and moans deepen.

“Fuck me, Witcher,” she cried out.

He obliged her. His hips began to move at an exhilarating rate and the sensation of his cock penetrating her at such an inhuman speed threw her over the edge in a matter of moments. She threw her head back as she cried out, her fangs only elongating further as she came around his unrelenting cock.

Even after the waves of ecstasy calmed inside of her, Geralt didn’t stop fucking her. His hands had moved to her hips in a deathly grip. She was sure to have bruises from where he held her.

“Let me drink from you,” she cried out.

Without even stopping his thrusts, he tilted his head to the side, inviting her to suck at his throat. She pulled him closer to her and clamped her mouth around the soft skin of his throat, letting her fangs break the skin slowly. His movements became sloppy as she began to drink from him, as if it were as much a turn on for him as it was for her. She drank mouthful after mouthful of his sweet nectar. Her entire body lit on fire as they attacked each other, her with her mouth, and him with his cock. This was how she wanted to die, she decided--her mouth around his throat, him balls deep inside of her. It was the closest to heaven she’d ever get.

Geralt let out a broken moan as his cock spasmed inside of her. A second later his hot seed poured inside of her, dripping down her legs and onto the bed. Geralt came longer than most men did, which must have been another aspect of the Witcher mutation, but she loved it, reveled in every second of it. And when he was done, he collapsed on top of her. She pulled her mouth back and forced her fangs to retract. Blood dripped down his neck and dried on his shoulder.

“I didn’t realize you had a biting kink,” she murmured minutes later.

“Neither did I.” He was on his back beside her now, his eyes closed and a droopy smile on his face.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” she said, admiring the few of a Witcher fucked out beside her.

He let out a humm of agreement, and then his breaths deepened and slowed. She fell asleep beside him, a smile plastered onto her face. It was the best sleep she’d had in decades.

[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Anguish and Angst

ANGUISH AND ANGST FICS - Ready for some tear jerkers? Not-so-sweet dreams are made of these fics, so get your tissues and comfort blanket ready. 

🖐 WARNING: NSFW + anxiety inducing content beneath the cut 🖐

Break-ups & Heartbreak

@emyearns probably knows exactly what my first breakup looked like, because.. *ugly cries*. Get your tissues ready for Ghost Of You. [Mike x reader]

August sees the one who got away in No More Tears by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC] - And I love-love-love that this is written from August’s POV! ❤️

Wearing a man’s sweater gets a whole different meaning after reading this heartbreaking fic by @emyearns. Coffee and Ink [Walter x OFC] 

Ready for some songfic breakup sadness? #11 Captain Sy by @onlyhenrys [Syverson x reader]

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Unrequited Love

Sy’s being a fool and he realises it too late. Soldier On by me. [Syverson x reader]

Henry’s a dick in this one. And you simply had Enough of always being there at the ready as his best friend. By @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Would you walk out that door? This angsty prompt’s got you all kinds of frustrated. By @onlyhenrys

I wasn’t sure whether to place this here. But a child’s love is love too. Geralt secretly watches a family have a picnic and the kid is apparently not afraid of monsters. Highway to Hell by @wendimydarling [Geralt of Rivia] 

Let’s take a little bit of a breather with a mildly angsty, but mostly very fluffy fic of friends-taking-way-too-fucking-long-to-become-lovers. Stolen Kisses by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x OFC]

This fic is probably the pinnacle of unrequited love; it’s got slow-burn, angst-turns-fluff-in-the-end and Henry being an utter fool in the love department. (Ps. I haven’t completely caught up with this fic, so NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS DAMNIT!)  Chances by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

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Nightmares & PTSD

If you want angsty dreams followed by hot, craving smut; Stay and read this fic. By me [Henry Cavill x reader]

Waking up in a hospital bed with a strange man beside you. It’s a setup I wish was a full length fic, but alas..Short but mighty. Emotion challenge - Anxious by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall + reader]

Nightmares wake August, but you're there to guard him when the storms outside and in get too dark. Prompt with August by @onlyhenrys [August Walker x reader]

More nightmares are kept at bay in this gorgeous little fic by @littlefreya. Angel Can You Hold Me [August Walker x OFC]

More nightmare-having bulky dudes? Marshall’s life isn’t all roses and sunshine, even when he’s caught a pretty thing in his bed. Can’t You Stay A Little Longer by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall x reader]

The more cutting the hurt of your past, the harder it is to open up to new people. Henry has walked on eggshells, but now finally wants to know what’s up. And if words can’t form on lips, perhaps they can..on fingertips. Please Don’t Leave Me by @wendimydarling [Henry Cavill x reader]

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It’s a Hard Knock Life

I can’t be the only LotR-nerd who got elf!Geralt vibes when watching the Witcher. So let me give you some impossible love, anguish and Middle Earth hardships in When In Dreams [elf!Geralt x human!OFC] 

You’re not sure whether Charles will return, so the last few hours with him are Sad indeed. By @onlyhenrys [Charles Brandon x reader]

We’re all having a hard knock life with the pandemic going on. So let Marshall give you some sweet care in Pandemic Anxieties by @promptandpros [Walter Marshall x reader]

Between the lines of smoking hot Superman sex, you’ll feel bad for him. Because as morning comes, life goes on. Alone. On the road. Where he hopes he’ll find yet another hot shower and a bed for the night. Convenience by @wendimydarling [Clark Kent x OFC]

Had a bad day? Henry will give you clear instructions on how to relax in: Your Voice by @peachyvulpixie [Henry Cavill x reader]

You play with the locket to your heart when Walter returns, gunpowder in the air. Despite your anniversary and all things good, you just know something’s up with him. Unnamed Marshall piece by @writernerd23 [Walter Marshall x reader]

Falling Again follows struggling AU!Henry dad as the bills keep piling and life just won’t feel the way it did when his wife was still around. By @deathonyourtongue​ [AU!Henry Cavill] 

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Depression & Body Consciousness 

Depression is a bitch, but Henry isn’t. When Words Fail, he’s there. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Failing to conceive is painful, terrible, heartbreaking. And unfortunately not even the big bear can’t make it better. Feeling Challenge: Sad by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

More conceiving sadness is there in Negative, by @oddduckthatgirl -- some Christmasses just truly suck. [Henry Cavill x reader]

The loss of your husband still crushes you and his best friend, Syverson, even a year after his passing. Get your tissues ready, because this is one big ol’ tearjerker; A Soldier’s Heart by @onlyhenrys [late husband x reader + Captain Syverson]

You feel like the new life within you is the last thing Napoleon wants in his life. A Mistake by @coloraturadiva [Napoleon Solo x reader]

Good love is accepting that change is part of life. And loving one-self is often the hardest, especially when those changes seem to pry you apart from Henry. Comfort by @promptandpros [Henry Cavill x reader]

An insecure woman meets a man in the club. But this man’s not like the others, not one bit. Unexpected by @nuggsmum​ [August Walker x OFC]

Sometimes even burrito blankets can’t give you comfort. Nor your favourite show, nor anything really. Depression truly is a bitch, especially when Henry’s away. Stuck In Your Head by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Henry Cavill x reader]

Faye’s text messages in this fic still crack me up every time, though they sure make for a stark contrast to the burned latkes and big tear fest -- it’s a good thing Marshall is a big fluffy care bear. The Great Jewish Cook-off by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Walter Marshall x reader]

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Corruption & Death

Walking on woodland trails you find something naive to Corrupt. By @emyearns. [angel!Mike x reader]

August has died many deaths, but still he craves One More Time - just so he can be with her. By @thetaoofzoe [August Walker x OFC] 

Our great master of angst and death suffers, and makes the world suffer, once more. There Cannot Be Peace by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 [August Walker x reader]

Okay, so this one’s on AO3, but I’ve loved it ever since first reading it. Geralt hears of Jaskier’s death and realizes a thing or two as he tries to come to terms with it all. It’s Like I’ve Gone Off To The Coast by adhdbuck [Geralt + Jaskier] 

Napoleon finds himself in a hospital, not sure what to feel as he waits for doctors to give him news. The News. Any news. Grief by @promptandpros [Napoleon Solo x OFC]

The king of corruption is defiling an angel without wings in Black Tears, by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC]

When death comes knocking, Geralt realises his annoying bard isn’t one he wants to lose. Did You Mean It by @thecomfortofoldstorries​ [Geralt x Jaskier]

Sometimes good things come to an end, but Henry just doesn’t want it. Not even when the doctors are losing hope. The Call: Irresistible You by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x OFC]

August Walker is the perfect kind of nightmare material. Especially in this terribly hot angsty smut piece by @hope-to-hell: Dream State [August Walker x reader]

This gorgeous impressionistic piece includes raspberry mousse, blood, scarred hands and August Walker. Into The Storm by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x OFC]

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Need a little lift-me-up after all these tear jerkers? Short Sweets is a fic rec list with a bunch of completely innocent and utterly lovely fics which will keep the bad dreams at bay ❤️

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If you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! 

( Fan art by me 😊)

[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

Hello guys! I’m sorry I’m posting so much, I just could not wait to get this one out 🥰🚩

Warning 18+: First & Foremost SMUT , Dirty Talking , Fingering , Nipple Stimulation , Overwhelming Orgasm M & F , Daddy Kink , Cream Pie , Breeding Kink , Praising , Unprotected Sex (I Know “Woohoo! 🎉” ) , Cursing , Stalking , Fighting , Racism , Jealousy , Romance , Fluffiness 🥰💓

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan) x Curvy African American Woman(Amunet-POV)

Description: While Amunet has a run in with the head of Neighborhood watch, Ronan conjures up a interesting plan.

Word Count: 4.4K

The Watch

Amunet was sitting on her sofa comfortably with her laptop in her lap, and her mug of hot chocolate in her fist. She hadn’t heard from Ronan all day, and instead of blowing him up and being “clingy”, she found something useful to do with her time like: searching for the best high school to teach at, and searching up the requirements for the certification she needed to teach in Florida. She would glance at her phone every once in a while, making sure that she didn’t miss a call or text from him but— nothing. Amunet had taken a deep breath before closing her laptop and gently placed it on the table along with her mug. Her head fell in her hands as she tried to bear and grit herself. ‘Come on Netty, y’all are only friends!’ And like clock work, her door bell rang.

Her legs reacted before she did really. Standing up and walking towards the door as she really just wanted to bask in her own misery over this man. She half expected him to show up today, so she wore her matching Silk Pajamas and her hair in a messy bun. Opening the door, Amunet immediately noticed the two very large and bright Orange pumpkins that were tucked beneath his arms and a carving set, held in between his fingers. ‘Hey! Hope you’re not busy!’ He gave her a charming grin; so big and wild his eyes were closed. ‘Ronnie—‘ she whined happily, unable to hide the happiness that blossomed inside of her. ‘I’m not busy.’ You’re never too busy for him Netty.

She’d taken a pumpkin from him and held it up as she examined it. So perfectly round and bold. Fall/Autumn was her favorite season and since the death of her loved ones— she wasn’t sure she could celebrate it like she use to. But here Ronan was again, reassuring her that he was here for her like he always did. And she was grateful.

The pair were in the kitchen, Sketching up some pictures they were going to crave on their pumpkins. The silence came from their heavy concentration. Until, ‘hmph..’ Ronan hummed deeply before pulling away from his pumpkin and made a face. Amunet glanced up quickly before bringing her eyes back down towards her own masterpiece. ‘What’s wrong? Drawing too fast?’ She teased, raising a brow. A scoff came from his lips and he slowly turned his pumpkin around to face her, ‘Well I wouldn’t call this— a mistake.’ It was a sketch of Boo from the Mario Games. And he did it so well that it made her look back down at her own work. ‘Oh! Wow that looks so good! You didn’t tell me you were good at drawing Ronan!’ A blush flushed at his cheeks as he tried to maintain a simple smile but clearly it was one that had “smitten” behind it. ‘Let’s see yours! What did you conjure up?’

Well. It was no Boo but it was something that definitely meant a lot to her. She hesitated. ‘OK— but don’t laugh OK?’ Her features were gentle as she tried to hide the embarrassed litter of giggles. ‘I won’t I promise!’ He said as he crossed his chest. Letting out a deep breath, Amunet turned her pumpkin around to reveal that she had drawn Superman’s Hope sign. ‘Aw—‘ Amunet sucked her teeth, ‘I didn’t know you were a nerd Netty!’ He giggled before reaching over and pinching her cheek gently. ‘I can’t help it! It’s how I was raised!’ She giggled before hearing a knock at the door followed by a ring of the door bell. ‘Hm, I wonder who that could be. Wait here, I’ll be back!’ And she quickly made her way to her front door.

When she opened the door, there stood a tall and lean woman who had her back turned towards her. ‘May I help you?’ Netty asked politely, head slightly hung to the side. The woman turned around swiftly and with a smile asked, ‘I’m sorry but is the James family home?’ She had pearly white teeth, a grin that could crack glass for sure. She was pretty. Almost perfect with her blonde hair and simple beauty mark right below her lip. ‘I live here… no family here.’ Amunet said as she leaned against the door frame. The woman’s lips slightly twitched. ‘Perhaps you have me mistaken… are the owners of the house around?’ With a humored breath leaving her lips, she stood up straight— offended clearly. ‘No, I think you have me— mistaken. This is my house. I own this house! I’m Amunet James.’ The blonde stared at the woman before her through her shades. ‘Oh.’ And then she gently took them off and placed them in her Michael Kors purse. ‘Well, Welcome to the Neighborhood. I suppose we could use some diversity—‘ she mumbled. Amunet clicked her tongue before she placed her hands on her widened hips, ‘Excuse me?!’

‘Hey— what’s going on who’s this?’ Ronan had stood next to Amunet at the front door. The woman gasped in delight, ‘Oh — dear… why hello!’ And instantly held her hand out for him to shake. ‘Ronan this is..—‘ ‘You can call me Charlotte! Ronan is it? It is a pleasure.’ She interrupted before looking him up and down with hungry eyes. Ronan hesitated to shake her hand but she snatched his up with both of hers. ‘Oh— such nice and strong hands…’ Suddenly, Netty’s mood switched from angry and offended, to disturbed. She wasn’t bothered as she had dealt with these kinds of folks before but there was something about the way that lady stared at Ronan. The way she talked and held his hands. It made her blood boil… oh— oh dear …

Netty— are you jealous?

No

As the lady eyed the man before her, Amunet cleared her throat loudly while clearly, Ronan was more than uncomfortable. ‘Ronan— since you two hit it off so quickly, please—‘ she said in an less than happy tone, ‘Tell this woman, that this house belongs to me.’ Ronan looked down at his friend with confused eyes for a second and then back at Charlotte. ‘Well of course this is your house… why would she think that it wasn’t?’ He was truly and utterly, confused for a second. ‘Oh I don’t know Ronan.’ She said in playful shock, ‘Why don’t you tell him— my friend— what you said to me just a few moments ago.’ Amunet’s clasped her shaky hands together as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, a nervous antic she did when she was in conflict.

Charlotte stood there clearly in shock before she begun to stumble over her words, ‘why I— I just assumed— wrongfully— that she in fact did not live here and maybe she worked for—‘

The look on Ronan’s face clearly showed his new mood. ‘Ohhh—‘ he chuckled and his head fell to the side, ‘You’d just assume that she’s a African American woman… that she can’t own a home? In this neighborhood?’ Charlotte clearly looked startled, ‘Why I—‘

‘What? You didn’t mean to what? You know what? I’m not even going to allow you to explain because clearly you’re fucking sick in the head—‘ his face was beet red, ‘so here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to apologize, leave and never come back to this residence. I don’t give a shit why you’re here. I don’t care if your daughter is selling girls scout cookies—‘ clearing her throat, Charlotte spoke up, ‘But I-I don’t have a daughter—‘ ‘Good. Which means that poor soul wouldn’t have to deal with your ignorance and lack of compassion— but if I catch you back in front of this house, … it would take more than Christ—‘ he stepped forward, as if he was shielding her. Amunet grabbed his forearm gently, ‘Ronaaaaan— that’s enough.’ She giggled a little embarrassed by his out burst. But also… a little turned on.

The blonde stepped back, squeezing her purse handle tightly in her palm, ‘Ar— are you threatening me?’ She asked; scared as hell! ‘Oh no— just a promise.’ So much bitterness behind his words as he stared at her as if he was staring into her soul. And thus, made her feel small and intimidated. Halfway blinking as she tried to recover from her fearful state, she glanced at Amunet, ‘Have a good day…’ and with a half smirk, turned away, walking quickly off of the porch and down the side walk.

Amunet squeaked before her hands quickly covered her mouth to hide her laugh. The woman kept looking back over her shoulder as if she was checking that he wasn’t following her. ‘OK— come inside my big olé puppy dog.’ She grabbed his arm and that had seem to knock him back into reality. Looking back at her, the soft smile on her face made him smile and he willingly walked back into the house with her.

When the two made it back to their pumpkins, she immediately addressed the elephant in the room, ‘hey… I want to thank you back there. As sad and… unfortunate as it is— I am use to it.’ Amunet wasn’t born with a soft bone in her body. She always stood her ground and never tolerated anyone who gave her anything less than what she had deserved. ‘I know you can,’ he said softly, looking down at her as his finger tips traced the inside of her palm mindlessly. ‘I knew that you could hold your own ever since we met. But, what kind of man would I be to allow his lady to—‘ he tried to sneak that word in there and it made her narrow her eyes and she giggled. ‘Hold on, hold on— since when did we have the discussion on me being your lady? I’m not nobody’s lady.’ She gently snatched her hand away from him and placed a gentle, playful smack on his arm. ‘You didn’t let me finish!’ He laughed with her with his hands up. ‘Yeeeaaah yeeeeah, you’re not slick! Come on let’s finish carving these so we can have these out by the evening!’

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The two had spent hours drinking together (as usual), gutting and carving their pumpkins. They talked and laugh, the usual until he finally looked down at his watch to notice that it was 8pm. ‘I should probably go now. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow. Have a new body to clean up—‘ he said in a teasing tone, pulling himself up from the couch. Amunet made a face and gave him a fake gag, ‘Ewww, please save the details next time!’ She giggled as she followed him to the front door. Ronan chuckled and gave her a sweet hug that was followed by a simple kiss on top of her head. She felt warm at his tender touch, so warm that she got a little too comfortable with hugging him and hugged him much longer. Ronan didn’t mind it though, and every second of that hug — he enjoyed.

Once she let him go, she gave him a small smile and said, ‘I’ll.. just text you.’

‘You better… don’t make me have to come back over here.’ He chuckled before his head falling to the side. She returned the laugh. It grew silent for a few seconds, he was taking her in again. ‘Good night Netty.’ He said softly, back up towards the door and then walking out. ‘Good Night.’ She called out to him before he shut the door.

Her hand lingered there as if she was in some romantic movie. Turning around, she walked away from the door and let out a groan that was mixed with a sigh, ‘uggggh Ronan! What are you doing to me!?’ She felt so good, emotionally. Like he made her feel loved and like he cared. Could it be that she had feelings for our dark and dangerous friend? She cleaned up their mess and decided to retire for the evening.

Amunet woke up around 11pm, bladder so full from all that drinking, she had to go relieve herself. After she was finished, she washed her hands and took down her bun and walked into her bedroom after she shut off the light. Then… she heard a Ding! She simply thought it was Ronan texting her. But her screen didn’t light up on her phone. So she just walked over to her phone and checked the notifications… nothing. Completely out of it and delusional over her tiredness… she figured that maybe her phone was acting silly so she just shrugged it off, and got comfortable within her sheets.

But then she heard another Ding! This one — sounded like it came from the closet.

She sat up in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She gripped her sheets with her fingers, as her breathing became rigid. Then there was a click, as if someone was locking their phone. Curious, and coming to the terms that she would probably get killed, she reached over in her nightstand and grabbed her gun. She was shaking out of her mind, ‘CO-COME OUT OF THERE! I will — shoot! I swear to god I will FUCKING KILL YOU!’ With her anticipation getting the best of her, she got out of bed and slowly walked towards the door. Her hand reached out slowly, fear completely clouding her judgement.

Then the masked being jumped out of the closet! Reacting way too slow, they knocked the gun out of her hand and slung her body against the wall. ‘URGH!’ She screamed at the impact. When she looked up at them, their mask was bright red with Horns. Black eyes and a black gaped mouth. Nothing like the one Ronan wore. They approached her quickly and swung the blade at her. They had missed, but not by much. They cut her shoulder and it caused her to scream in agony. ‘AHHH!’ She jumped on her gun, laying on her back as she aimed it at the intruder. But she didn’t even bother to hesitate pulling the trigger. She pulled it and it only clicked… no rounds. ‘Fuck!’ She groaned before she scrambled to her feet as they tried to jump on her.

Vaulting across the bed, she quickly pushed the mattress up and on top of them. It caused them to fall back and it also bought her some time. Amunet ran out of the room and down the stairs. But on her way down the steps, she slipped halfway— tumbling down. When she made it to the wooden floor, she groaned and looked up. Her vision was blurred and indistinguishable. But when she heard that loud “URRRGGGGHH!” Along with a commotion. In great pain, Netty pulled herself up and stumbled towards the front door.

The Intruder stopped at the over look at the stairs and threw the knife at her. ‘AHHH!’ She screamed and ducked, missing once again. Amunet looked at the blade that impaled the wall and quickly opened the door and ran outside. ‘RONAN!’ She sobbed as she held her arm, running towards his front door. ‘RONAN!’ She banged on the door so loud she was sure it woke everyone on their block out of their slumber. Looking back, the killer had walked out of her house and stood on her porch, looking at her. ‘Oh my God.’ She held her breath as he lifted the blade once again getting ready to throw it.

And by the grace of God, Ronan turned on his porch light and opened the door. Rubbing his eyes, ‘Netty Wh—oh my God Netty!’ Amunet begun to sob. He grabbed her by her waist and helped her inside. ‘What happened Netty!?’ He asked as he shut the door and locked it behind them. ‘A Killer! There— there was someone in my house!!! I—I think they are the person who— who murdered Mr. Dorsey! I—just tried— he tried to murder me!’ She sobbed as her body grew weak, resting her weight on his body as he held her up. ‘What?! Oh— God Amunet I’m so sorry— here! Come— let’s go get you cleaned up!’

‘Ssssss—ow!’ She whimpered, jerking her arm away as he cleaned up her cut. ‘—Sorry…’ he pat the disposable first aid wipe a little more gently, ‘Luckily, you won’t need stitches for this.’ Then he opened up a fresh pack of gauze and wrapped it around her arm and placed some tape to keep it in a staple spot. ‘Just— keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected.’ He gave her a reassuring smile and carefully took off the gloves and discarded them. ‘Yes… of course. Thank you so much.’ She watched him walk to his bathroom and wash his hands, then placed the First Aid Kit away.

Amunet looked away as she noticed the picture of him and his parents on his nightstand. They looked so proud of him and happy. It made her think about hers. And after tonight, she’d made a mental promise to stay in touch more. ‘Here— take these. It’ll help with the pain from that tumble.’ He said as he placed 2 Ibuprofens in her palm. She without hesitation, knocked them back and took a deep breath. He sat next to her, noticing how her lip was lightly busted. Ronan had also noticed that she was completely out of it, and slowly leaned in and placed a kiss at the corner of her lips. Using his tongue to go over his lips to catch the remnants her blood. She had quickly looked up at him, her eyes and lashes still wet from her tears. ‘What was that for?’ Her voice was soft.

‘When I was little… when I made booboos, my mom use to kiss them for me to make them all better… If you’d just tell me where they are— if you’d allow me— I’d like to do the same.’

Wow. Was this really about to happen?! After something so scarring and terrifying… a human would common sense would say no. But how could she? He took her in his home, cleaned up her wounds and took care of her. Plus the connection they had was— unmatched. ‘I—I guess since it worked for you— maybe it could work for me.’ Oh God, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Ronan pushed her fallen locks out of her face, allowing the back of his fingers, and knuckles to roam her face, neck and then the top of her breasts. But his hand had returned to her neck, placing it behind it gently as he guided her towards him so they could meet one another in a mutual, delicious kiss.

‘I’m going to keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you Netty.’ He whispered after he pulled away gently. It was such a relief for him to say that, and it made her crave him even more. So she pulled him into another kiss, this time with so much purpose and meaning. Slipping his tongue in her mouth, they fought one another for dominance. The pain meds were starting to kick in and she was feeling so damn good.

Amunet grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The kiss had been broken, but it was instantly bounded again as he pulled her on top of him so she could straddle his lap. Ronan begun to unbutton her pajama top and push it off of her shoulders; kissing her chest and the valley of her breasts. Letting out a content and pleasured sigh, she grind her hips against his hard on that was begged it to be set free.

Speaking of free: as she teased him, he reached behind her, unclipping her bra and tossing it to the floor with her top. With no time to bask and take in how beautiful she looked, he rolled them over so she was on her back. Ronan had pulled away from their heated kiss, both of them taking a deep breath and trying to get their heads together. Doing this, he finally able to take in her body. Her breasts, her curves… she made him weak and by the huge tent in his pants— he made it very clear. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He smiled softly before his eyes drifted to her hips. Netty’s grin was unwavering and her cheeks burned with heat . ‘Off with these.’

And Off her bottoms went.

Amunet was the kind of woman who liked to be comfortable at home— so it was no surprise that she in fact wore no underwear. She clenched her thick thighs together, so shy. So he gently tried to pry them apart, ‘It’s OK,’ he coached her, ‘Relax. Let me take care of you.’ His voice was masked by lust and want— he didn’t even sound the same! So finally when she relaxed, taking a few deep breaths, she revealed her nectar coated flower to him. Ronan’s eyes shined, as if he struck gold with her.

‘Hey— before we… it’s been a while. So— can you take it easy?’ She asked; clearly nervous. Ronan smiled at her, ‘anything for you… actually— I know a way to help you.’ Standing up off of his bed, he finally pushed his sweat pants and boxers off of his hips down to his ankles. And what she saw, had her terrified. Amunet swallowed her spit as she felt her chest begin to tighten as he crawled right back on top of the bed. He chuckled as he could see that she was intimidated by his length, ‘don’t you worry. I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?’ He said softly as he slipped his hand between her heated thighs and teased at her core. And then without warning, Ronan slipped two fingers inside of her.

With goosebumps coating her body and her nipples hardening at the sensation, a gasp left her lips. He was gentle with her and she was so grateful for that. With her legs hiked up and taking in shallow breaths, Ronan added to the pleasure by taking her nipple in his mouth. Amunet’s moans became constant, and her eyebrows tugged together. ‘Oh!’ She exclaimed as he curled his fingers upward, massaging and teasing at that sensitive sponge at the top. ‘Oh! OH My—‘ Ronan hummed in delight as he continued to rub that spot, ‘I know baby I know—‘ he spoke softly. ‘Oh My God I’m gonna cum!’ Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he motioned his fingers faster as her breathing became sharp, ‘Let it go baby. Don’t hold back from me!’ She felt the heat in her neck and her face as she held his face in her hand, while the other gripped at the bed sheets beneath her. ‘AAAUGHHH! IM CUMMING!’ And just because she had announced it, didn’t mean he was stopping. Letting out a scream as she felt herself erupting, he did not stop and the pleasure was so overwhelming it had her in tears!

Hard as a rock Ronan simply couldn’t take it anymore. So he pulled his hand away slowly and pulled away from her breast. While she tried to recover, he readied himself between her thighs, hovering over her as she came down from her high. ‘Are you ready?’ She had never been so ready for something in her life! Eagerly, even without even catching her breath, she nodded and looked up at him with begging eyes. He smirked and took hold of his member and guided it towards her dripping slit. ‘Deep breath baby—‘ and he thrusted his hips toward within her. A harsh gasp ripped through her, as her hands rest on his shoulders. Ronan groaned deeply as his eyes closed trying to build composure. She felt so good. So warm and so tight! He fit so snug like he had slipped on the perfect pair of pants.

‘Unnnnffff … baby…’ he finally let out. ‘Goddammit you feel so good.’ Those words made Amunet’s heart flutter! ‘Ohhhh Ronan, please don’t stop!’ She clawed at his muscular back and drug her nails down hard. She was sure she had drawn blood but he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, it only made him go faster, harder.

‘I’m not baby. I’m not stopping.’

He chanted before he kissed her lips, and started ramming his hips into hers. She no longer gave a shit about her ultimatum in the beginning! She loved every bit of this. Amunet’s mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. ‘No, no— look at me baby. Look at me.’ Her watering eyes flashed open at his demand and his diamond hues pierced her chocolate ones. She felt herself start to peak, feeling that tingling sensation in her cunt and ass. She had never been overwhelmed this way. ‘Oh!! Dear FUCKING GOD!—YES!’ She screamed as he pounded within her depths. She felt the tightening in her lower tummy. ‘That’s right! Cum for me baby! Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s dick!’ Amunet wrapped her legs around his waist, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she took every inch of him like it was nothing. Then— without warning, she was hit with an intense orgasm that left her legs trembling. ‘Ronan!!!’ She begged, hoping he’d give her another.

It didn’t take him longer to have her spazzing again, he had given her one after the other without remorse— loving each and every reaction and how they were different from the last. But that macho side couldn’t — wouldn’t, last forever. She felt too good and she always did as she was told! He was losing this but he had, watched her come undone countless of times… did he truly —

Lose?

‘Ugggghh I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill you all the way to the fucking brim. I’m gonna give you a fucking daughter!’ Amunet’s eyes twinkled, oh how she always wanted a daughter! … was he serious?! If he wasn’t— she didn’t care. ‘Gimme! Gimme your babies! Let me have your baby girl!’ She grabbed his face, forcing him to look deep into her eyes. ‘Ugghhhh! I’m cumming babe—‘ she nodded with a grin, tightening that grip around his waist. He lost it; sounding something of a majestic, feral beast ‘Uhhhhhhh fuuucking— urrrggghhhh!’ And he released everything he’d brewed up for her. And she took everything he had with no question. Ronan had rested his weight on her and they both tried to catch their breath.

Ronan was on his back and his arm was around her. She was sound asleep on his chest, as he stared up at the ceiling. This was so bad. He’d fallen in love with a potential victim… that wasn’t all… what if she was to find out about what he did to people? What if she accepted this and one day want to turn him into the police. All of these possibilities hurt him to his core. But he had to find a way to make her fall out of love with him… and as he looked at her pretty, peaceful sleeping face — he knew it wouldn’t be easy. He vowed to protect her… but now he had to hurt her in the worst possible way.



[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play-Part 2

Word Count:3053

Pairing :  AU Henry & FemBlack! Reader

Warning:Angst, soon to come Smut

Summary: Y/n and Henry still trying to navigate their mutual attraction but, their job is making it harder to deny.The next chapter is already written, there’s sex in it I swear.

"So today I want you guys to focus on working with Dana" Steve began 

"She's our resident intimacy coordinator, I've already gone over the scene with her and she's going to make sure it goes over as smooth as possible. We're going to get her assistance a couple times during this process but today we're going to empty out the studio so have fun, play and get to know eachother. Today is just a day for you two to find some comfortable physicality with eachother." Stephen winks at you and then begins ushering tech and the few ensemble members out of the room. Friend or not, anyone attracted to men could not deny that Mr. Cavill was absolutley gorgeous, as wasted as it may be. In all honesty you hadn't spoken much aside from that snowy day outside the studio. He did begin to bring coffee and Kal to rehearsals and you tended to find the snuggly, bear of a dog always next to you when you were waiting for a cue but, it wasn't as though the two of you had had a heart-to-heart and resolved any of these unspoken differences. And as far as the scene was concerned your heart was doing backflips unable to tell which action would come more naturally, to kiss him or to hit him.

"So I'm seeing a lot of passion here! O !Please remove your shoes for today's lesson." Dana cuts in breaking the silence. Both of you look down at the wood paneled floor. Now was the time where you really had to work, you think to yourself while slowly slipping out of your shoes. 

“Unfortunately Dana, “ Henry begins, immediately charming the brakes off of her. 

 “ At this point of the play I believe her character is quite conflicted, as a woman she obviously wants to give in to him but, at the same time she knows she'll be letting down her family and he will too, they'll live a life with no family outside of the one they create for themsevles. It's quite powerful.But, a tough emotional point to bring oneself to."

"That may be how Christopher sees it -" you snap referring to his character. You are suddenly aware that you sound way more upset then you had intended to. "She doesn't want have sex with him because if she does she's giving up more than him,she always has.That's the whole story of their relationship. " you say, allowing your words to be the dam between the flood of  frustration you want to direct his way.

"So as you said we both have a lot of emotions here, we need to work on honing them into something that could potentially work itself into this explosion of passion okay?" Dana jumped excitedly. She looks exactly like what you would have expected from an intimacy coordinator.She wore a long moo-moo like dress and chunky amber jewelry.She smelled of a ton of weed, not as though you were really complaining but, it all added to the aesthetic that had washed into the room on her heels as she had entered. 

"I want to begin with an exercise- Mr.Cavill I know you've done scenes like this before so please work with me if I touch on some things you've already heard." she says leaning over and squeezing his forearm while winking. Great even the sex scene coordinator thought he was hot.

" I'm going to give you the space to choose but I want you both to just slowly go through the scene and when you hit a line that feels acceptable you remove an item of clothing. On stage you've both agreed to full nudity but today I just want to push you to do what feels comfortable!" Quietly you both moved to the opposite ends of the room, hitting your marks to begin the scene. You said your first few lines focusing on washing the dishes, the studio didn't have running water so it ended up being more like mime washing dishes. You were so much more professional than you were proving to be in this moment but, the second Henry removed his shirt you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. On his first line?Really? That was so like him ,so pompous.  And even more upsetting how ridiculously attractive he was. God was his body sculpted from marble? Nothing but pure muscle rippling evenly, he seemed somehow tanned, despite the blistering New York winter. You focused hitting your next line perfectly ,completely unphased by his topless body.With the following delivery you shrug out of your jacket, revealing your tank top. Thank christ you had expected to have a hook-up with a bartender after today's rehearsal. You weren't in full lingerie but, you were definitely in a matching set. A matching set that happened to make your ass look great. You held that in your back pocket, knowing you had every right to parade about, naked in the same room as someone who was a shoe-in to be named 'World's Sexiest Man'. You went for it, pulling off your tank top with your next line. This is when your blocking got physical. You had run this scene before but, running it scantily clad was an entirely different matter. You were supposed to  straddle him. That seemed simple enough. You stood before him, gingerly sliding one knee up onto the couch and then swinging another to the other side of him. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered, low and slow. You hated how during the scenes he actually had moments of completely brilliant acting where you could see an amazing talent. Then, you felt his hand on your knee. It was absurdly large and warm, so warm. You froze. You didn't want to do it but, you froze.Your eyes flitted all over the room, desperately looking for a way out , to end the scene. You feel his hand move up your thigh, it's the blocking, he's just doing his job, you remind yourself. But, something in you makes you afraid of his touch. You look into his eyes and you can tell he's noticed you shrinking under his touch. He clears his throat and drops character.Changing his intention toward Dana.

"I'm sorry can we start over? I completely forgot my line." he smiled at her.

"Sure! That was really great I think just focus a bit more on your intention. It's funny I think you guys had more sexual tension at the start of the rehearsal than at the top of the scene!" she laughed to herself. "Okay, let's take a step back, relax , stand up !  Stand up!" she says, jumping to her feet. The two of you peeled yourself apart from each other and you found yourself looking down at your perfectly perky breasts feeling more insignificant than ever. You could feel your face heating up by his move to take the blame for the scene. It was much more gentlemanly than you were expecting from him. 

"How about we take a break and come back in twenty? She suggested after a few warm-ups of jumping around and saying self -assuring mantras out-loud. After half a bottle of water, redressing, boring stretches and pretending to avoid eye-contact with Henry your rehearsal was finally up.

“ Oookay guys good stuff. Goooood stuff ! So for the weekend tomorrow I know Stephen had you signed up for a few meet and greets and publicity shoots but, I actually think that if you guys could set aside the time that you do spend together to get physically comfortable it could do a lot for your onstage comfortability. Hand holding, general petting or stroking, you may even want to try a light sitting on the lap, just anything really to get you more used to one another. This relationship needs to seem as effortless and fluid as possible.” She smiled “ also note that my number is free for 24/7 communication so if something comes up for you emotionally in this work feel free to get in contact with me, even if it's just to chat my door is always open!" she beams,collecting her water bottle and other assorted scripts she was reading through at the beginning of the rehearsal. 

Stephen reenters and, he and Dana go to the corner of the room to talk. 

You work your back pack onto your shoulder and begin to head for the door.

"Wait up!" Henry calls out from behind you. You whirl around and almost bump into him. His sweatshirt is baggy but unzipped enough that you can see the small tufts of hair playing at the tops of his chest, his baseball cap pulled way down over his forehead. Those blue eyes shined bright from the shade under that baseball cap. 

"What are your plans for tonight ?" he asked, slightly exaggerating his breathing from the light jog across the room. You searched the room awkwardly,looking for an out. What is it with him? Why did he think, especially after the last time the two of you had spent alone together, that you would ever want to be included in his plans for the night.  

"Perfect Idea!" Stephen exclaims from across the room. "You guys use tonight to bond as much as possible before tomorrow afternoon's interview session yeah?" 

"Uhhhh sure ." You agree, not wanting to seem like the town buzz-kill. You turn shrugging towards Henry. He smiles, seeming almost relieved that you agreed without putting up a fight, as Steve moves to rejoin Dana in the back

"So uhhh my place or yours?" he asks in a half hearted joke. 

"Uhhh" you definitely don't want him at your place, where there is laundry strewn all over the apartment . 

"I mean I have to feed my dog and run some errands anyway so my apartment would be ideal."

"O great! Okay yeah , let's do that then." you pushed on the door and headed for the elevator, the ride down to the lobby of the rehearsal studios was entirely silent, filled with awkward shuffling and avoided eye contact. Only punctuated by a short uber black ride in silence to an apartment on the upper east side. Ofcourse he lived on the upper east side.The doorman was polite as you followed behind him, clearly him bringing strange women up to his apartment was not entirely unheard of. Once in the room, you asked where to sit your bag down, your afternoon ritual usually included a trip to the gym, that is what had become your me -time since college. He motioned you to his guest room, in which you were shocked,contained a shower, granted the entire tiny room was a shower but, being a guest in New York with your own bathroom was definitely not an everyday thing. Especially, for a little black girl from the south. 

"Is it okay if I shower before we grab dinner?" you ask.

"Oh! You wanted to grab dinner?I was just going to order chinese."

"That's fine! " you ungracefully exclaimed from the other room.Shit. Hopefully he didn't think you really meant grab dinner like on a date.

"Do you have a special order?"he asked, appearing in the doorway. You turned around slightly alarmed that his voice had gotten that much closer.

"I love everything!" you smile, he looked down at the floor nervously. "but shrimp lomein is my favorite." you say unzipping your jacket and placing it on the bed, your bra was working overtime holding you up and you made a mental note to order another one exactly like it. He cleared his throat and there was a second of silence. You could feel his eyes slowly darting around the room trying not to look at your chest. As actors, especially ones who have to do nude scenes together you didn't think it would be a big deal to him that you were getting ready to shower. You had mentioned on the elevator earlier that you had wanted a shower. Taking off your jacket just seemed like the right next step, nothing to feel weird over. 

"Sounds Good!" he exclaims, finally showing you his full smile, for the first time since the rehearsal process had started. God he was a sight, he had removed his hat and you noticed how perfectly his hair curled onto his forhead.It was adhered by sweat but, not the weird homecoming- football helmet sweat, you get from your highschool crush. This was a grown-man glistening infront of you. It sounded ridiculous, the situation itself was ridiculous,why was he even sweating ?

"Sorry-I uh- I didn't know you were showering right now. We can talk about it later if you-"

"It's fine" you say, stepping in and  laying a hand on his forearm.His eyes shot down to your hand then immediately back to your eyes, sure to avoid seeming like he was staring at your breasts. He clears his throat again and you can smell the faint cologne on him as you watch his adams apple bob. The air in the room changes and you feel him shift away from you. You mumble a thanks for the dinner as you hear  him close the door between you. 

Your shower was perfectly steamy and warm, much unlike your brooklyn apartment that had charm and character but, a much worse hot water heater. As you washed away the dirt from the day you tried not to think of Henry, of what he must think of you for absolutely chewing him out just a few short weeks ago. He seemed to have gotten over it but, at the same time perhaps he was just trying to be the better person. As much as you hated to admit it he had completely accepted your scathing critique and was now treating you like the highest paying guest at a five-star resort. You turned down the hot water, basking in the last bit of steam and enjoying the first true silence of your day. Reaching an arm up, you grab a towel, wrapping it around your body. You stretched out for another towel that you had laid across the sink, somehow your legs completely slipped from under you and you crashed to the floor,grabbing the sink for leverage. Really all you did was knock over some toiletries that you had put on the sink earlier and you could feel your cheeks heating up. It was weird to be embarrassed in a room by yourself but, you knew he must've heard something. You sat on the floor, allowing your chin to rest on the top of your knees. You desperately needed a moment to breathe. Life had been so stressful lately, and you possibly had let off a bit too much steam on him. He was actually a nice guy, sure the accessible information on him didn't make him look amazing but when it came down to it once you explained how you felt about him he had worked so hard to seem normal and accessible. For whatever reason  he seemed to respect your opinion as an artist. The knock at the door kept you from becoming completely lost in your thoughts. It knocked again and you could hear his feet shuffle on the hard wood outside of the door, the nails of the large dog clicking the floor next to him. 

"You okay in there?" It seemed earnest enough.

"Yeah!" you called back "My mind has really been somewhere else lately, I just umm lost my footing- that's all." 

"Okay well let me know if you need anything." It was cheery but helpful. Once you heard him close the door to your room you got up and got dressed as quickly as you could, fumbling to get sweatpants on without accident. Today was definitely not your most agile day. You finally let your hair down and put on just the smallest amount of mascara to make your eyes pop.It was an effortlessly hot look that had worked for you for years, especially in college. You closed the door behind you and gently padded your way to the kitchen. The apartment was cozy, Kal was curled up on a rug in the corner of the room while Henry portioned the food onto pristine white plates. You noticed the baseball cap was back on and at least thanked god for giving you that small assistance in removing the temptation to touch him by running your fingers through his hair.

"So you order takeout but refuse to eat it out of the container?"you asked jokingly as he whirled around from the counter.That smile appeared on his face again and you knew you were putty in his hands,The way he filled out his navy blue t-shirt was unbelievable.

"It's less calories this way." he winked. Thank god he had a sense of humor.You returned his smile now sitting in the chair closest to the kitchen. The conversation veered from workout routines, to body image stress as a performer and then back to work. You found yourself sucking a noodle wishing he'd bring up something else. You absolutely could not do a night of niceties and small talk at this point in your life but, you also weren't ballsy enough to walk right up to him and tell him you wanted him.

"Y/N?"he asked

"Yeah?" you jumped being pulled once again from you daydream

"Do you wanna run lines or watch tv or something?"he asked shyly

"Yeah I mean -we can run lines if you want I just thought we were supposed to bond by talking or something." you laughed trying to take the edge off the awkwardness of the scenario.

"Well what do you want to talk about ?' he asked, leaning back in his seat, baseball cap over his eyebrows.His jawline was so sharp it could cut ice, it dawned on you that he was actually much too goodlooking for his own good. 

You picked up a fortune cookie at the center of the table and tossed it to him.

"Read me your fortune."you smiled seductively. He raised his eyebrows at you but, something must have convinced him because he simply shook his head and said.

"Okay."

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

PHEW okay, I have been terrible about doing things here but that's how my obsessions work.

Currently spending my time on DnDTikTok if anyone is down for that - my handle there is tutuwho. I have fics that need finishing!

... Y'all want more of Geralt and Zahra?

[littlefreya]

October in Writing 🎃

Just a masterlist for all the stories I wrote this October!

🎃 Henry Cavill

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Beard Burns - Henry x Reader (Smut, face riding, oral, slight spanking) Henry makes you ride his beard.  

Risky - Henry x Reader ( smut, exhibitionism kink, public sexual behaviour, cockwarming, profanities and oddly some fluff) Henry makes you cockwarm him during a public event  

Drabbles

Doll - how would Henry be with a tall girlfriend - Henry x Reader (smut)

Cockwarming Henry while he plays the Witcher - Henry x Reader (smut)

Bigger Bear - Henry finds our you sleep with a stuffy - Henry x Reader (fluff)

🎃 August Walker 

Crimson - August Walker x Reader (Smut, period Sex, mentions of blood and such, dom possessive behaviour, slight breeding kink.)   Having Period sex with August

Black Tears -  August Walker x OFC (First-person POV - Smut and Angst)  There cannot be peace without first a great suffering, but how much suffering can a person endure?

Stalker Walker - Chapter 4 - August Walker x Reader  A voyage to Paris in order to escape your mundane life leaves you with more than what you’ve bargained for.  The Way to Hell - FINAL CHAPTER!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Post Mi6, Alternate Canon. August escapes Hunt with his face intact and is currently the most dangerous man on earth. Unwilling to back down from his murderous agenda, he plots to continue where he stopped while a trained assassin is sent to bring him down.

Drabbles

August’s hobby - August x Reader 

🎃 Walter Marshall + August Walker

Dangerous Games - August x Reader x Walter Marshall (Smut, sex, MaleDom/FemSub, cockwarming, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise, degradation, facial, mentions of DP and anal)     You’ve got yourself into a perilous situation with two dominant men. Now the question is: which punishment will you choose.

🎃 Captain Syverson

Knockers - Captain Syverson x Reader (Fluffy, Suggestive, slapping man tities) You found a new way to provoke Captain Syverson.

Drabbles

Sy can’t stop touching your breasts - Sy x Reader

🎃 Geralt of Rivia

Holster - Geralt x reader (18+, a smutty oily situation, cocking warming, sex)    Geralt comes home to find you playing with his oils holster.

🎃 Multi-character

Henry’s characters as supernatural beings  🎃 NEW 🎃

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Worship

Chapter I - No way back

06/04/2021

Pairing: Hades (August Walker/Geralt of Rivia) x Eliza (OFC)

Word Count: 2,234

Warnings: mentions of death (this will be a permanent warning throughout the story - we're talking about the God of the Underworld after all), psychological torture (if you are sensitive)

Summary: Hades gets informed that one of the souls has tried to escape from the Underworld. He is not amused.

A/N: Here we go, everyone. This is the first chapter of my Greek Mythology AU. Just in case you might get confused along the way, Hades looks like black eyed Geralt in his divine form while he chooses to resemble August whenever he enters the mortal realm.

Gif by @thejingshi

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Perdition - he could feel it coming long before the familiar knock on his office door echoed through the room. With a sigh, he bade her come in.

“It must be terribly bad news if they send you, my dear friend.” He didn’t need to turn around to know who had disturbed his solitude.

“The worst, I’m afraid, my lord.”

He huffed, but he still refused to leave his favourite spot by the window, overlooking the meadows. “Oh, they surely must be if you even choose to use my title.” He sighed again in view of the grave message she was about to deliver, his head sinking, before he finally turned around to face the goddess. “Please, just tell me, Hecate. We’ve been friends long enough for you to know how much I despise superfluous suspension.”

“I know, my lord, but - “

“And will you skip that ‘my lord’-nonsense?” his voice thundered through the office, more aggravated than he had wanted it to and he wished he hadn’t spoken at all as he registered her flinch. Instantly his fingers flew up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t hate on the messenger. Do go on, please.”

“As long as you will only shout at me after what I have to tell you, I’m more than grateful.”

The unusual worry and reluctance in her voice pained him. Did she really think he would punish her for the faults of others? He had been called many things before - harsh, brutal, cruel, callous, grim were only some of the words that people usually chose to describe him with - but unjust had never been one of the attributes they assigned to him.

“I promise I won’t even do that. And now continue, my friend.”

But to his great dismay, his words had done little to appease her and she still hesitated to finally tell him what she had come here for. Instead, she dropped her gaze, looking down onto her fingers that had started fidgeting.

“Tell me, Hecate,” he pressed out through gritted teeth, trying very hard to keep his promise as his patience slowly dissipated. “Or would you rather have me read it from your mind?”

“No.” Her head whipped up to meet his gaze, and he could see a seldom flicker of fear in her golden eyes. “It’s one of the souls, Hades. Cerberus caught them as they were trying to escape the Underworld.”

“I already anticipated as much,” he stated blankly, but behind his calm eyes, pitch-black as the night, she could see the turmoil her message had stirred up. “Bring them to the throne room.”

Indicating a bow, she nodded, and without turning her back, she left the office of the God of the Underworld.

As soon as the heavy doors fell shut, Hades slumped down into his leather chair, resting his forehead against his palm in utter defeat. It were moments like these in which he felt the ever pressing weight of the world on his shoulders. Of the Underworld, to be precise.

When the realm of the dead had first been assigned to him, he had thought it would be an easy task ahead of him. After all, how hard could it be to judge and chaperone the souls? He had felt like a mere administrator in the beginning, but time had taught him better.

He wasn’t absolutely sure, but maybe it was the lack of understanding that made it increasingly hard for him to fulfil his task. It wasn’t that he hadn’t honestly tried, but somehow it didn’t make sense to him why the souls couldn’t just accept that there was no way back.

Hades couldn't help but feel a little personally slighted whenever the wish to escape the Underworld grew strong enough in one of his subjects to make them reckless. He just couldn't fathom why they would even think about leaving from here after all. Apart from those who had brought it upon themselves to reside in Tartarus, of course. Hadn’t he done everything in his power to ensure they wouldn’t want for anything?

And why did they still care for the mortal realm in the first place? They were dead, after all, the world of the living no more of any concern to them. And yet, every now and then, one of them tried to flee their new home.

It was pointless though, only half-hearted, pitiful attempts at best, no real challenge for Cerberus. And Hades made sure that the other souls knew what awaited them should they ever try to follow in the footsteps of those who attempted an escape. As he would have to do now.

“You will kneel before the God of the Underworld. You will neither look at him nor speak to him, unless you are told otherwise. If so, you will address him as ‘my lord’. Is that understood?”

The soul refused to look at her, showing no sign whatsoever that they had even heard a single one of her words.

“I asked you a question.” Hecate’s snarl was accompanied by a jingle of the chains that bound their hands and feet. Only after another harsh pull, they finally raised their eyes and what Hecate found there didn’t make her very optimistic that this hearing would end well for them.

“Yes,” the soul hissed, the voice spiteful and venomous.

“Yes what?” The goddess gave a yank on their chains again and she would keep doing so, until they finally realised who they were facing. But it seemed that they had decided to comply after all.

“Yes, Lady Hecate.”

“Oh, good. Does this mean you’re actually beginning to fathom what you have brought upon yourself by trying to escape Lord Hades’ realm?”

They didn’t, that much was clear, but she enjoyed teasing the souls a little, riling them up, making them tremble with fear before they finally met their king in all his furious glory. This one didn’t even flinch though, effectively ruining all her fun.

“No, wait. Don’t answer that. Some things are better felt than spoken about, aren’t they?”

She chuckled deeply before she halted in front of the colossal doors that would lead them into the throne room. Nodding to the guards, they hurried to push the black marble aside and reveal the gigantic room in which the God of the Underworld already awaited them.

As she had anticipated, he had exchanged the black shirt and jeans he had worn a few minutes ago for his godly attire. And as always, he looked enticing and feral at the same time. His white hair fell across his metal clad shoulders like the untamed mane of a lion, the leather of his raiment clutching his firm body tightly to give the viewer an impression of his inhumane strength, while the long black cloak made him look even taler than he was. Giving his outfit the necessary touch of regality, it was topped off with some fur trimmings along his massive shoulders, and a very prominent belt, a gift of his brother’s Zeus and Poseidon that displayed various scenes which symbolised different landmarks of the Underworld.

It was a shame, Hecate thought, that the soul wasn’t allowed to take in their lord and master in all his divine splendour unless Hades chose to grant them that privilege, for it would surely have done the proud rebel some good. But as she had told them, the soul had fallen to their knees, chin dropped to their chest as they awaited the things that were yet to come.

Deliberately, Hades waited a seemingly never-ending moment before he moved. He took his time, treading down the stairs that separated his throne from the rest of the hall in an agonisingly slow pace, the echo of every step he took rumbling through the air like thunder.

When he had finally reached the foot of the steps, he signalled with a mere nod of his head that it was time for the goddess to leave them alone and she did, eager to get away from the scene before Hades would unleash his fury upon the soul. Patiently he waited until the doors had closed behind her with a loud booming sound before he began to circle the disobedient subject, his eyes never leaving their crouching form.

“I assume you know why you have been brought here?”

“Yes, my lord.” Hades could feel the strength it cost them to hold back the disdain in their voice, and if they hadn’t failed so miserably, he might actually have found some admiration in himself.

“So you confess to committing the act of high treason.”

“If by high treason you mean trying to escape this place, I do, my lord.”

“I have to admit your courage honours you. Not many find it in themselves to speak the self-incriminating truth when they are faced with the God of the Underworld. But I’m afraid it won’t lessen the consequences you will have to endure due to the serious nature of your crime.”

“Go ahead, my lord, I’m not - “

The soul choked on their words as they felt a strong hand wrap around their neck and squeeze it with fervour. Only that there was no hand there. Hades was still a few steps away as he watched the soul struggle for air. He didn’t really hurt them, yet, for he was merely taking advantage of the tiny rest of humanity that was still left inside of them. If they wanted, they could easily overcome the needless impulse to breathe.

“Not afraid of me, you meant to say?” the god uttered with an amused smile on his face as he drew closer, coming to a halt a few feet away from the straining soul. “Well, then you’re either even more venturous than I assumed or you’re nothing but a fool.” And with that he released his invisible grip on them. The soul slumped forward, their face meeting the ground mere inches away from Hades’ black leather boots. But he didn’t give them even the slightest chance to compose themselves, before his magic pulled them back by their hair, making them look up at his towering form from his feet. “For I am Hades, God of the Underworld, Ruler of the Souls, Master of Tartarus, and it is never a wise idea to incur my wrath.”

His black eyes shone malefically in the dim light of the throne room while he summoned a file out of thin air. Opening it up, Hades began to study it carefully, all the while never loosening his grip on the soul.

“Hmmm,” he hummed while his gaze was glued to the pages, “it says here that your name is Alex. And you have been sent to the Elysian Fields at your arrival. It’s the third time already, and I take it you have been informed that you are therefore excluded from the circle of rebirth and have earned your permanent stay.” The soul didn’t answer, but there was no need to. It was all written down in his file. “Tell me, Alex,” the god continued in his velvety tone without looking up, “what made you take the risk of losing the comforts of Elysium and facing an eternity of torture in the depths of Tartarus?”

“Well, my lord,” Alex spat, obviously still unimpressed, “unless that is written in my file as well, you won’t find out because I’m not gonna tell you.”

If he wasn't already dead, talking back to a god like this might have easily cost him his head. But instead of rising to his unseemly behaviour, Hades just released an amused chuckle.

“And you think that will stop me from finding out? How naive.”

Unfazed he registered the triumphant look in Alex’s eyes before he went back to studying his file.

“It says here you have a sister, Eliza.”

Hades had been careful to hold the soul’s gaze as he recited the information and he was rewarded instantly as for the first time he could see a hint of fear in Alex’s eyes, telling him unmistakably that he had found what he had been looking for.

“Interesting,” he mused as he closed the file audibly. And without paying the growing worry in the soul’s eyes anymore attention, he whipped around, his cloak missing Alex’s face by mere inches as it swished through the air. “Well, since you refuse to give me an acceptable explanation for your crime, it seems I will have to identify the root of your motivation myself.” Nonchalantly, he ascended the stairs to his throne, and he waited until he had taken his rightful place before he fixed his gaze on the soul again. “And I will start by paying your sister a visit.”

And there it finally was, the panic he had been sure he would awaken deep inside of him at some point. “No, no, please. I will tell you everything you want to know.”

Sooner or later, all of them would beg for his mercy. But it was never granted.

“Too late,” he dismissed the offer before he simply snapped his fingers to call in the guards. “Take him to the cells until I return from the mortal realm.”

“No, NO! She’s innocent. Please, don’t hurt her.”

His pathetic screams still echoed through the throne room long after the doors had closed behind him. Everyone had their weak spot, Hades contemplated, and once he had found it, it was almost too easy to break them.

Part 2

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The Story of the Mouse

Chapter One: The Story Begins

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer of Vengerberg; Eventual Geralt of Rivia x OFC

Rating: G

Summary: There is a story. A story told by a lone mouse. The story holds all of her pains, sorrows and her defeats. But it holds her greatest triumphs and her hope. Here is the story of how the mouse became who she is now and how she meets the many animals that would become friends. And how one would become her heart.

A/N: I would like to thank @tilltheendwilliwrite , @bolontiku and @henrycavillobsessed​ for their wonderful support and for being wonderful inspiration! This my first Witcher fic. I hope you enjoy! <3

The wind howled into the deepest night. The trees of the forest bent forward and backwards under the winds might. The panes of glass rattled within its home on the small cottage, while the warmth of a fire crackled on the inside. A lone woman sat upon the ground in front of the fireplace listening to the winds and wolves that howled following it. She wrapped herself in the thick furs, that she had been gifted with not long ago by her husband. She lifted her hand to gently run it through her short dark brown hair as she allowed her hand to return to her side underneath the furs.

However, the sounds of small feet hitting the wooden floor brought her out of thoughts. Quickly she turned her head slightly to the opening to her right, noticing two sets of yellowish colored eyes staring at her with fear. Letting her plump upturn slightly as she called out softly,

“What's wrong my darlings?”

She watched as the two stepped into the light revealing twin boys, both were holding each other's hand.

“Scared. Mama..” Rezso murmured out fearfully.

She smiled at them warmly, lifting her arms up, causing the furs she was under to open up allowing her two sons to quickly scurry into her lap. She then wrapped them underneath the furs, pulling them closely to her chest. She placed a gentle kiss upon their heads, before running her hand through their soft silver white strands of hair. Despite both of them being twins, her sons were noticeably different, with Rezso inheriting more of his father’s personality, especially his stubbornness as well as his interest in fighting and manners of hunting. Tamaska, on the other hand, was more like her. Always wanting to learn something new, whether it was about crafting building or learning the spiritual arts.

“Would you like to hear a story, little ones?” She asked her children softly, as they nuzzled closer to her.

Her sons looked up at her and nodded their heads at the same time causing her to giggle slightly before she began to speak,” I’ll tell you about the tale of the mouse-”

Once she was sure she had her children’s attention, she began to her tale:

Long ago in a forest far beyond the realm of man. Beyond the realm of Chaos and Order. A lone mouse was born. The mouse, though small and insignificant to many of the animals that lived within the forest, was one of the most loving and caring creatures. Through her actions she gained the attention of the great Achak Tree. The Achak Tree could sense that the mouse was very lonely despite being surrounded by many other animals. As thanks for caring for others for her kind soul, the Achak Tree presented the mouse with a friend in the form of a large brown bear.

At first the mouse was extremely shy of the bear, as she was with any animal bigger than herself, but slowly as time progressed the two became inseparable. However, no happiness lasts forever. One evening, as the sun took it’s leave of the sky to give the moon its glory, a dark force slithered into the woods. The mouse could feel it coming, and began to shake her friend away as they two had fallen asleep for the night. Just as the bear woke, she could see the darkness heading their way, quickly the bear cradled the mouse close to her fur covered body before she quickly began to run. The mouse looked up from the bears paw and asks with fear,

"What is it? What's coming for us, Bear?"

"An old evil, mouse. They wish to take away something that you have," the bear replied, firefly.

"But what do I have? I am but a mouse. I am nothing special!" The mouse cried out with horror.

The bear did not have time to answer her small friend, as the darkness began to move faster the bear quickly made her way into a nearby cave. The cave was cold and damp. The walls were rough, jagged, and were littered with ancient glowing stones of the souls long since passed. Ancient symbols were strewn about the cave, however, neither the bear nor the mouse had the time to look at them. Sensing that time was short the bear ran deeper into the cave. Deeper and deeper the bear and mouse went until they arrived within a grandeur cavern. In the center stood a large tree; the bark an almost a deep blue, the leaves upon the tree were a beautiful bright white, some fell and reminded the mouse of the falling snow.

There was a blue light illuminating from the trees center with several blue lights brightly shining within smaller holes near the tree's roots. The roots themselves were vast, growing upon the walls, and from the earth beneath. As the two approached a bit closer, they realized a large body of water surrounded the tree. The bear gazed upon the water thoughtfully, however, a echoing male voice began to speak to them,

*You have come, young mouse. You as well young bear.*

The mouse blinked in surprise, however, she was unable to make words as she looked upon the tree in awe.

“Forgive us for trespassing, but I am in need of a hiding place for my friend! An evil approaches!” The bear whimpered out.

The mouse quickly turned her head to her friend with worry etched into her face. The Achak Tree began to glow brighter, suddenly, stones began to spring up from the water that surrounded it. The bear pressed the mouse as close as possible to her chest before she slowly began to jump from stone to stone. Once they were upon the earth that the Achak Tree sprouted from, a hole formed near the heart, small enough for a mouse to fit. The mouse did not have time to speculate what was going to happen before she was pushed inside the hole by her dear friend.

“You must remain here, Mouse. The Achak Tree will protect you. You are special!” The bear spoke confidently.

The mouse feeling tears well within her eyes was quick to try and run back toward her friend as soon as she was set within the hole. However, the Achak Tree quickly placed vines made of bark and plants in front of her.

“I am not special! I am not! I am but a mouse! Please do not leave me my friend! You are my only friend.” The mouse wept as she saw her dear friend quickly look at her apologetically.

“Good bye, my friend!” She called out to the mouse as she ran back out of the cave.

“No! No! Bear!! Bear, don’t leave me alone! Bear!” The mouse yelled out as she slammed her little hands against the bark. Loudly she wept, as she fell onto the ground, her soul felt tormented as she felt her friend was not going to come back.

*Forgive me, young mouse. She was your friend. You are special and you are needed.* The Achak Tree spoke softly, fatherly.

“Why am I special, Mighty Tree… Why me? I am but a humble mouse. I am weak and hold no special abilities like the rest of the world. And now I am alone once more…” The mouse wept.

*In time you will understand, young mouse. I am afraid there is no time to mourn, Bear. You must go where you are needed. No fear. For I will send you with someone to accompany you. You will not be alone. Safe travels, young mouse. Until we meet again.* The Achak Tree spoke with certainty. 

Just then the small space that the mouse occupied within the tree began to slowly glow. Before the mouse could understand what was truly going on, she could feel herself falling and falling. The mouse closed her eyes wishing for the falling to stop and when she opened them up, she was greeted to the sight of an unknown forest. Slowly she stood up, looking around in worry when she heard a rustling in front of her. A small white head popped out of the nearby bushes, causing the mouse to jump slightly in surprise.

Her eyes gazed back into large black eyes, the white pupils seemed to light up brightly as if happy to see her and it was then that she wouldn’t be alone again. Despite the loss of her dear friend, she now had another to help her heal from her loss and help her in this new world she was now in.

“And thus started the journey of the mouse,” She finished, giggling when she saw her sons scrunching their faces into a pair of pouts.

“Next, Mama!” Tamaska demanded cutely.

However, before she could say anything more the sound of a heavy lock coming undone, echoed through the small house. Quickly, her sons removed themselves from her and began to quickly race toward the door. Just as the door opened the two boys launched themselves at the familiar figure.

“Papa!!” The boys cried out happily as their father scooped them up into his arms.

“I trust you pups have been behaving for your mother?” He asked with a chuckle as his bright yellowish eyes turned to look at her.

She stood up from where she sat, the fur blanket still wrapped around her as she quickly padded over to the door closing it behind her husband.

“Our children have been behaving, oh husband mine. But I would love it if you would have closed the door behind you. Don’t need our pups catching cold.” She playfully scolded her husband.

He let out a soft chuckle as she walked over to the three most precious people and wrapped her arms around them as best as she could. Looking up at her husband, she watches him with amusement as he bends down and kisses her on the lips causing her sons to playfully wrap their arms around his neck to try and stop him from kissing her. Breaking apart they both looked at their sons with amusement before saying,

“I am happy you are home safely, Geralt. Come, my sons, you need to be off to bed. Say goodnight to your father.”

Both boys allowed a small pout to appear on their faces causing her to shake her head as she gently reached to take the boys from him.

“Go with your mother, pups. You need your sleep.” Geralt stated sternly to his sons as he shifted them so she could take them from him.

Once she had her sons securely within her arms she looked at Geralt lovingly and spoke softly,

“I’ll get you a bath ready love and warm you something to eat. I know you traveled long and hard.”

“I can do my own bath, Ailbhe.” Geralt rumbled out causing her to roll her eyes at him.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at her, as he shifted his satchel off his broad shoulders, placing it near the door along with his sword.

“Careful, Mouse. You know what happens when you roll your eyes at me.” Geralt growled out playfully.

Ailbhe stuck her tongue out at him before walking past him, making sure to keep her backside to the wall, to ensure he did not get her behind as he often did when she gave him cheek. She could hear him chuckle under his breath, when she was out of his sight, she brought her sons into their room and placed them each on their bed. She made sure to cover them each with their fur blankets. As she did so Tamaska asked quietly,

“Why, papa, call you, mouse, mama?”

Ailbhe turned to her son giving him a smile as she softly replying,

“It is because I am smaller than him.”

As Ailbhe placed a kiss upon their cheeks, she could hear the sounds of little hooves hitting the wooden flooring. Turning her head she instantly took notice of the small white little figure who peered up at her before letting out a small excited noise and jumped onto the bed.

“Silly little Ori.” Ailbhe giggled quietly as they crawled next to her son Rezso, curling into a small ball and returned to sleep.

Smiling at the three sleeping, she slowly crept out of their room, closing the door behind her leaving it but a crack open. Slowly she made her way toward her and Geralt’s room, within which she could see Geralt relaxing in the large tub, opposite of their bed. After entering, Ailbhe closed the door behind her and walked over quietly. Despite his eyes being closed, she knew better.

“Asleep are our little ones.” Ailbhe announced as she sat herself on the edge of the tub.

“Hmm.” Geralt hummed back in response causing her to shake her head with amusement.

They both sat in silence for a few moments, before Geralt spoke breaking it,

“I was asked about you and the children today when I entered the town.”

“Oh? And what did they ask about?” She hums out as she gets back up, walking over to their bed and takes her blanket and places it upon the bed. She then begins to remove her clothing until she has nothing on.

“They wished to know when you would be visiting again,” Geralt replied as he slowly opened his eyes, turning them to see her approaching him.

Giving him a simple smile she gently placed a hand upon his back and said coyly,

“Slide forward, my wolf.” 

Once more Geralt hummed, before doing as she asked, allowing her to carefully get into the warm water behind him. As soon as she was comfortable, Ailbhe hands went to Geralt’s shoulders and gently pulled him back toward her, causing him to lean against her. She hummed as she began to gently run her fingers through his long white locks of hair, causing him to hum and relax into her hold. As he placed his head upon her shoulder, Geralt placed his hands upon her knees and began to slowly rub circles with his thumbs on the sides.

“I never did thank you did I?” Ailbhe murmmed to him.

Geralt tilted his head slightly to look at his wife, though it wasn’t expressed on his face, she could see the confusion within his eyes.

“For loving me for so long. I know that I am at times I am not at my best, but despite those times you have stuck by me. You have given me children that I once thought I would never have. So thank you, Geralt.” She spoke softly leaning her head against his as she placed a kiss upon his cheek.

Geralt didn’t say anything as he shifted so he faced her, eyes glazed with a fiery passion. Ailbhe felt him shift around so he faced her completely, she could feel his large hands grip her thick hips and pulled her close. As began to stand, Ailbhe quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips. There were no words needed as Geralt carefully removed them both from the bath and brought them toward the bed. The candles that illuminated the room, went out leaving the couple in a dark room where the moon, now shining brightly, gave light.

As he laid, Ailbhe down into the middle of the bed, he gently laid his hand upon her cheek and used his thumb to caress her lips before dipping down and laying a kiss upon them. Underneath the moon, the couple gave their bodies, love and souls to one another once more. The stars shone brightly above the small house, and soon time slowly began to revert backwards as the tale once told became alive once more.

And thus the tale of the mouse began once more.