𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝖠 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forgetting the sea — detail from 'Cold Shore'

ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ

ᎥᎷᏗᎶᏋ ᏁᎧᏖ ᎷᎥᏁᏋ

It was a beautiful city, filled with lights and excitement. They had decided to take a stroll down the busy streets, hand in hand, taking in the sights and sounds.

As they walked, Miguel couldn't help but stare at his new wife. She was truly the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. Her (h/c) hair flowed behind her in the gentle breeze, and her (e/c) eyes sparkled in the city lights.

'You know, I never imagined I would be spending my honeymoon in Tokyo,' Miguel said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

'Me neither, but I'm so glad we did. It's such a vibrant and lively city,' you replied, squeezing his hand.

As they continued walking, they stumbled upon a small park. The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, creating a picturesque scene. Without a second thought, Miguel led you to a bench under one of the trees and they sat down.

'This is perfect,' you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Miguel wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. 'Yeah, it is. Just like you,' he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled and turned to him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, you noticed a street performer playing a traditional Japanese instrument nearby. The sound of the music was enchanting, and you couldn't resist the urge to dance.

You stood up, pulling Miguel with you. He laughed as you swayed to the music, his arms around your waist. The two of you danced under the cherry blossom tree, lost in the moment and in each other.

As the music came to an end, Miguel spun you around one last time before dipping you low and planting a kiss on your lips. The whole park erupted in applause, causing the two of you to laugh and blush.

'That was amazing,' you said, still in a daze from the dance.

'Only because I have the most amazing partner,' Miguel replied, pulling you into a hug.

As the night went on, the two of you continued to explore the city, trying new foods and taking in the culture. But no matter where you went, the night would always end with a sweet dance under the cherry blossom trees, in the city of Tokyo, with the love of your life.

Fragments of a Broken Heart: Geralt x Reader

The morning dawned, casting a harsh light upon the empty side of the bed. As y/n stirred awake, a sense of unease settled in their chest. Their hand instinctively reached out, searching for Geralt's comforting presence, but all they found were cold, abandoned sheets. Confusion and dread washed over them, and their gaze fell upon a letter resting on the bedside table, a silent harbinger of the pain that awaited.

With trembling hands, y/n clutched the letter tightly, their heart pounding in their ears. The words within held the power to shatter their world, and as they began to read, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring the inked lines that would forever change their lives.

My Dearest Y/N,

As the sun rises on this new day, I find myself compelled to set forth on a path that does not include you by my side. The weight of my choice bears heavily upon my conscience, yet I cannot deny the pull of destiny that binds me to Yennefer.

I have tried to fight it, to resist the allure of her enchanting presence, but her hold on my heart is unyielding. I cannot turn away from the connection we share, the deep bond that has been forged over time.

I know not how to apologize for the pain my departure will cause you, for the void that will fill your days. But I implore you to understand that this decision was not made lightly. The complexities of love and fate have brought us to this crossroads, and I am compelled to follow the path that calls to me.

I leave you now in the tavern, alone and adrift. It is not a fate I would wish upon anyone, yet it is the consequence of my choice. May you find solace and support among the strangers who pass through, for they will be your companions in the days to come.

Please know that my departure does not diminish the love we once shared. The memories we created together will forever hold a place within my heart. But in this moment, I must prioritize my own happiness, even if it comes at the cost of yours.

I wish you well, Y/N, and hope that time will heal the wounds inflicted by my absence. May you find love and joy in a future that is no longer intertwined with mine.

With a heavy heart, Geralt

With each word, a fragile piece of their heart crumbled, until the weight of the letter became unbearable. They held it close to their chest, as if trying to hold onto the remnants of the love they once shared. The tears streamed down their face, intermingling with the inked confessions of Geralt's choice.

A scream of anguish erupted from deep within Y/n's soul, tearing through the silence of the room. It was a raw, primal release of pain, a cathartic burst of emotion that echoed through the empty space. They cried out, their voice laced with heartbreak as if the sheer force of their screams could turn back time, undo the devastation that had been wrought upon their love.

Their cries reverberated through the room, the sound a haunting melody of despair. With each sob and wail, they expelled the anguish that threatened to consume them, their body shaking uncontrollably. The weight of betrayal, loss, and abandonment hung heavy in the air, mingling with the echoes of their shattered dreams.

As the waves of grief subsided, the reader crumpled to the floor, their body trembling with exhaustion. They clung to the letter, their knuckles turning white as they held onto the tangible remnants of their pain. The room felt hollow, a cavernous void that mirrored the emptiness in their heart.

Yet, even in the depths of their despair, a flicker of resilience bloomed within the reader's broken spirit. Through tear-stained eyes, they gazed upon the letter one last time, silently vowing to forge a path forward from the ruins of their shattered love.

With trembling hands, they released their grip on the letter, allowing it to flutter softly to the ground. Their tears became a bittersweet testament to the depth of their emotions, and as they took a steadying breath, they resolved to rebuild their life, to find solace and strength within their own being.

In time, y/n would rise from the ashes of their pain, their cries transforming into expressions of growth and empowerment. They would seek healing, leaning on the support of trusted allies and discovering the resilience that lay dormant within them.

As they stepped out into the world, y/n carried with them the fragments of a broken heart, their tears now mingling with a newfound determination. They would find their own path, reclaiming their worth and embracing the possibility of a future where love and happiness were not defined by Geralt's presence.

And as they walked away from the echoes of their screams, they set forth on a journey of self-discovery, knowing that in time, they would find a love that would cherish and value them, a love that would never leave them alone in the depths of a desolate tavern.

A Father's tender care

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝑀𝒸'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

To My Dearest Kalim,

As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart brims with an abundance of joy and affection that words alone can scarcely capture. I hope these lines find you in the best of spirits, for I wish to convey a sentiment that holds true and unwavering: You are my sunshine, and without a shadow of doubt, the absolute best.

In this vast and ever-changing world, you have become the radiant beacon that illuminates my life. Just as the sun graces the earth each day, your presence fills my days with warmth, comfort, and an undeniable sense of happiness. Your smile, like the sun's rays, has the power to brighten even the darkest of moments, and in your laughter, I find a melody that resonates deep within my soul.

Through both stormy skies and cloudless days, you have remained a constant source of inspiration and strength. Your unwavering support and belief in me have propelled me forward, encouraging me to strive for greatness and embrace the very best version of myself. Your unwavering love has uplifted my spirits, providing solace and reassurance during life's trials and tribulations.

In the tapestry of my life, you are the thread that weaves together every beautiful moment. Your presence infuses my world with color, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. Each day spent in your company is a treasured gift, for you bring endless joy, laughter, and a sense of fulfillment that I never thought possible.

It is not only your radiant spirit that captivates me but also your remarkable qualities that set you apart. Your kindness knows no bounds, and your compassion touches the lives of those around you. Your intelligence shines brightly, illuminating conversations and opening doors to new realms of knowledge and understanding. Your unwavering determination and resilience inspire me to be a better person, to chase my dreams with unwavering fervor.

In a world that often feels uncertain and daunting, you are my anchor, my safe harbor. Your unwavering love and unwavering presence give me the strength to face life's challenges head-on, knowing that together, we can weather any storm. Your unwavering support fills me with a sense of assurance and confidence, reminding me that I am never alone in this journey.

My dearest Kalim, no words can truly encapsulate the depth of my feelings for you. You are my sunshine, my guiding light, and the epitome of all that is good and beautiful in this world. Your presence in my life is an immeasurable blessing, and I am eternally grateful for the privilege of calling you mine.

Forever and always, you are my sunshine, and unquestionably, the very best.

With all my love,

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 : 𝑀𝒸

Easter...?🐣

A Father's Tender Dilemma

You watched as Henry cradled your son, baby Hugo, in his strong arms. The room was filled with the sounds of Hugo's fussing and cries, indicating his hunger. It was clear that he wanted his mother for some comforting and, most importantly, milk. But Henry seemed reluctant to let go of his turn with the little munchkin.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Henry holding Hugo so tenderly. It was heartwarming to see him fully embrace fatherhood, cherishing every moment with your son. But as Hugo's cries grew louder and more desperate, you knew it was time for him to be in your arms.

You approached Henry, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Darling, I think Hugo needs his mummy now," you said softly, trying to convey the urgency in your voice.

Henry looked down at Hugo, his expression torn. He adored his son, and it was evident in the way he held him with such care. But he also understood that Hugo needed your nurturing presence, especially when it came to feeding him.

"I know, love," Henry replied, his voice filled with both reluctance and love. "But I just wanted a little bit more time with him. He's growing up so fast, and I don't want to miss a single moment."

You understood his sentiment, but you also knew that Hugo's needs had to come first. "I completely understand, Henry, and I love how much you adore him. But he's hungry and needs milk. We can always have more moments together as a family, but right now, he needs you to pass him to me."

Henry sighed, his reluctance fading as he saw the determination in your eyes. He gently cradled Hugo against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head before carefully passing him over to you.

As soon as you took Hugo into your arms, he snuggled against you, his cries gradually subsiding. You settled into a comfortable chair and began to nurse him, providing him with the nourishment he sought.

Henry watched the two of you, a mix of adoration and relief crossing his face. Seeing you provide for Hugo's needs filled him with immense gratitude for your presence in their lives.

He approached you, crouching down to place a gentle kiss on your temple. "Thank you, love," he whispered. "You're an incredible mother, and I'm grateful for you every day."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. "And you're an amazing father, Henry. Our son is lucky to have you."

Together, you created a loving and nurturing environment for your son, ensuring that both of you had your special moments with him. As the family grew and bonded, you knew that the love between you, Henry, and Hugo would only strengthen, creating a beautiful foundation for the years to come.

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine, Charles being a girl dad and being protective over his babygirl that the both of you created with so much love. 💗💗

Note: This video isn't mine and all credit goes to the owner of the video.