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marveldcmistress · 1 year

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Henry Cavill’s Characters’ Zodiac Signs

This is (in my opinion) the zodiac vibes I get from each Henry Cavill character. I am not an astrologist, this is just based off my observations of each sign and the energy I get from these characters. If there’s a character I missed or you wanted to see on this list, let me know!!!!

So it’s basically canon that Sy is a bull, and understandable. He gives HELLA Taurus energy. He’s strong, sturdy, a little cocky, but only because he can back up all the hype. He can be stubborn as all hell, which is to be expect from the bullheaded Taurus (my brother was born in May and the boy will never budge in a fight). Negotiations during deployments is hell for his fellow comrades. And just like the grounded earth sign it takes awhile for him to soften up, but when he does, he would do ANYTHING for those he cares about, and that passion can be overwhelming to some. He’s a hard worker, but when he’s not overseas he’s DEFINITELY take some leisure time to himself, he deserves to be lazy! And don’t get started on a Taurus’ appetite. Just like the bull, I see Sy as a grazing type, munching on little snacks throughout the day, but will not hesitate to tear it up at dinner time, and his desert ;)

August is a Scorpio. I feel like this doesn’t need an explanation, but I’m gonna give you one anyway. As a CIA Agent/Terrorist, the man can’t trust anyone. Ever. Just like how a Scorpio takes forever to trust, he makes sure to know every detail about anyone he encounters. Scorpios also shroud themselves in mystery and secrecy. He’s proved time and again in the movie that he would kill to keep his secret diabolical plan from getting out. And it’s also cannon on tumblr that he’s obsessive. God help you if a Scorpio catches a liking to you, cause once they do, you are theirs FOREVER, whether you like it or not. Oh, and don’t even THINK about trying to have the control around August, it’s just not gonna happen.

Charles is a Leo, through and through. Those who meet him think he’s arrogant, self-centered, and in those first couple seasons, they were right. He’s definitely full of himself, but we do get to see little peeks at the insecurity he feels deep down at being born lower class. Leos are very insecure, though they try to hide it (trust me, all of our confidence is fake, coming from a Leo herself), but the way his face falls when his title (or lack of) is brought up in the first season, not to mention in the later seasons when he starts to contemplate his own actions and morals after doing what he did on Henry’s orders. Now, I know what some might say, “but Tay, Leos are so loyal!” And they are! His infidelity to Margaret was born of his own ego and arrogance. But his loyalty to HENRY?? After all the bullshit he put Charles through? Only a Leo could have a heart so big as to still love and advise a friend who treated them so. And the way he lights up a room! Much like the sun, Leo’s ruling planet, Charles lit up court. He always looks good, outfits pristine and his hair always so perfectly groomed. I can go on forever, but Imma stop here.

Walter just ooooozes Virgo energy. Work-aholic, perfectionist, never relaxes. Sometimes a little blunt, but only because they don’t have time to sugarcoat shit. But also like the earth sign, he’s consistent. You can always trust he will do the right thing and be there at the right time. Can also smell bullshit from a mile away, which is a wonderful skill set for his job. I also feel like he’s really good at budgeting and money management.

Mikey is a Sagittarius, there’s no changing my mind. His wild and care-free personality really shines through in the movie. And just like Walter he’s blunt. “He’s dead Chelsea, time move on.” Only a Sagg has the audacity! And the entire movie all he is concerned with is having a good time and hooking up. In my limited interactions with Sagittarius men, that’s really all they cared about. I feel like if he wasn’t killed off in the movie, he could have definitely evolved into a more defined character.

Geralt just gives Capricorn energy. So focused on his work, and very stoic in his emotions. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them, he just buries them, deep, deep, DEEP down. And just like Scorpio it takes ALOT for him to open up. But when he does, BOYYYY. Fuck with the people he loves. I’ve also never met a Cap that isn’t determined to do EVERYTHING on their own (my sister is the best example. Full time vet student on top of two full time jobs, constantly refusing help when offered). He’s definitely an over-thinker. He stays up at night thinking through every scenario and preparing for any situation. But he’s sturdy and strong and loyal, if a little abrupt and abrasive at times. Hates people and gets along so much better with animals, and again, I’ve never met a Capricorn who like human beings over dogs, or in his case, Roach.

Sherlock is an Aquarius. It just makes the most sense to me. Not good with emotions at all, and this is coming from experience of having an Aquarius mother and dating an Aquarius man for three months. He’s an intellectual, and individual, and values that individuality. Not to mention the job that is very outside of the social norms. Aquarians are uninterested in being like the rest, which is a perfect description for Sherlock. Also doesn’t miss a single detail, can pick up on the slightest change in energy. Most people see Aquarius as strange, almost alien-like, and Sherlock for sure stands out. He values his solitude and alone time. I feel like if he were to be in modern times, would hella ghost someone if he felt like they were getting to close and encroaching on his privacy.

Clark Kent. My sweet baby, my Kansas farm boy. He’s a Libra, absolutely. His sense of justice and constant battle for balance wouldn’t allow him to be anything else. His need to use his powers for good to save people shines just as bright as the sunlight he gets his strength from is sometimes overshadowed by his darker side of just finally snapping and becoming the GOD he knows he is. And have you ever seen a pissed off Libra? Those red eyes are not just for show. Momma Kent did a good job of raising our boy to be a good-hearted man, but that Kryptonian blood will not relent so easily. But he loves deeply and won’t hesitate to make decisions when it comes to those he loves. Making sure they are well and safe and happy is not something he has to make a pros and cons list for.

I know I’ve made a post saying I think Napoleon is a Leo, and I still kinda feel that way. But I can also see him being a Gemini. Now the big stereotype surrounding Geminis is that they’re two-faced. But in reality they’re a mirror. The energy you give them is the energy you are gonna receive. Being a spy, he has to learn to be a chameleon, he changes with every environment but can also blend in and be unseen. He’s only loyal to the CIA because he has to be, you can bet your lucky stars when those chains are gone he can flip the script on them in a heartbeat. But also like a typical Gemini he’s charming, knows exactly how attractive he is and uses that to his full advantage.

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rmtndew · 2 years

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Chapter 15

Summary: The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

(An arranged marriage AU with Captain Syverson)

Pairing: Sy and OFC Seraphina

Word count: 4,200+

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of abuse, implied smut.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

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Time had an odd way of passing. In one way it seemed slower than molasses in winter, barely trudging on. But then again, it felt like I just turned around and Hazel Mae was already five months old. I couldn’t believe it. It felt like she was going to be small enough for me to hold in the crook of my arm forever, but it wasn’t long before she was big enough to sit up. She still needed help or she’d fall backwards, but when she had it, she loved to move and wriggle around all she could. Which was why she couldn’t be left in her bassinet while I did chores no more; she’d tump it plumb over trying to get out. Mrs. Anderson had shown me how to make a sling out of fabric to wrap around me for her to fit in so I could carry her with me, and once she started moving, she had to be with me or Sy all the time.

She didn’t like doing the laundry with me none and I couldn’t blame her. She was always trying to grab hold of the dirty clothes and I was constantly pulling things out of her bitty fists or her mouth. And I wasn’t a big woman, so holding a baby while bent over a scrub board washing took its toll on me. So one morning, me and Hazel Mae decided to take a break from all the washing and sit on the porch swing together. That’s where we were when Sy joined us. He called out as he was coming up the steps and she started turning her head around like a little owl, searching for him, as her legs got to moving.

I smiled. “Somebody hears her Papa.”

He came and sat next to me and she tried everything she could to get to him. I finally took her out of the sling and handed her over to Sy. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “Did you miss your Papa?”

“Ba-ba-ba-ba,” she babbled, then stuck out her tongue and blew bubbles.

“I missed you, too.” He bent forward and kissed her cheek and she grabbed hold of his beard and pulled. He hissed but didn’t say anything. She gave it a few good tugs and then let it go.

I leaned my head over on his shoulder and watched her jump up and down in his lap. “She’s been going strong all morning. I hope she tuckers herself out and has a good nap soon.”

“Maybe we could have a little time for Momma and Papa if she does,” he said, then gave me a sly look.

I laughed. “Depends on how tired I am by the time she goes down. I might be taking a nap with her.”

“Then maybe Momma and Papa time is us taking a nap, too.” He smiled at me. “How’s that?”

“You just want to get your hands on me, is all,” I teased.

His smile grew bigger as Hazel Mae started chewing on her fingers, causing drool to drip down the front of Sy’s shirt. He didn’t pay it no mind. “Yes, ma’am, I do want to get my hands on you. I like holding you. Like having you tucked right up against me, feeling your soft skin against mine. There’s nothing wrong with that and I’m not going to apologize for it.”

“I didn’t ask you to apologize. I like it, too.”

“And what do you like, exactly?” he whispered, leaning his head closer to mine. “Because it ain’t my soft skin.”

“You know good and well that I like your muscles and how strong you are and all that hair,” I said quietly. “I ain’t ever seen no one as manly as you.” I looked up at him. “But it’s not just all how you look and feel. You know that right? No one’s ever made me feel as safe or loved as you. And that’s what I like about being tucked up in your arms the most.” I felt my face flush. “But the hair and muscles are good, too.”

He laughed and Hazel Mae started giggling around her fingers, more drool dribbling out and down Sy’s shirt. “That’s good to know, Mrs. Syverson.” He kissed the top of my head and Little Bit took her hand that wasn’t in her mouth and walloped Sy’s face, getting his attention. When he turned back towards her, she tugged on his beard again. “What? You need a kiss, too?”

He lifted her up and kissed her cheek again then rubbed his nose against hers. She thought that was funny and started giggling even harder than before. He did it again and her giggle turned into a right belly laugh that made Sy and me both start laughing with her. He kept at it, making her cackle, and I smiled so hard my face hurt. There wasn’t nothing better than that feeling right there with the three of us happy as clams. It didn’t matter what was going on in the world, as long as we had each other, we was going to be alright.

The next day I was sitting on my tree swing with Hazel Mae strapped to me and we were swinging while Sy worked a little bit aways from us. She liked being close enough to Papa to talk to him and see him, but it vexed her something awful that he wasn’t playing with her, so he’d have to keep taking breaks to come pay her some attention. Other than that, though, she enjoyed swinging.

That’s where we were when Reverend Anderson pulled up. Sy waved him over and he let himself in through the gate. I stayed sitting as Sy moved over to my side and the Reverend joined us. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Sy joked.

Reverend Anderson smiled a little but it didn’t last long. “I’ve got a favor to ask of you.”

Sy’s face turned real serious. “Alright. What do you need?”

“The church is having a little ice cream shindig for the kids up at McCoy farm today and we sent some of the older ones to go see if any of the kids in the community wanted to come and join us. Edward and Dinah went up to invite the Bailey kids to come over and apparently it don’t look too good up there.”

“What do you mean?” Sy asked.

“They said all them kids looked spooked and the young’uns were dirty head to toe, few of the older ones had some bruises but the momma looked like she’d taken a right bad beating. Eye swoll shut and everything. Meanwhile H.C. Bailey just sitting piled up, yelling at the kids to wait on him hand and foot,” Reverend Anderson said. “Me and a couple of fellas are gonna go have a talk with H.C. about it. Thought you might wanna come along. Men like H.C. tend to listen better when men like you are there with me.”

Sy nodded. “I remember you taking Pa with you to have talks when I was younger.”

“Most times he just had to be there with me. A few times I had to excuse myself and your Pa had some...private words with them. Either way, I don’t know of a single man that didn’t stick to the straight and narrow and look after his wife and kids once we left their house,” Reverend Anderson said. “Everybody’s struggling right now, can’t argue with that, but men have a duty to take care of their families. If you’re out of work, that’s one thing. But that don’t mean you take it out on them.”

“I agree,” Sy said. “I’ll go with you.”

Reverend Anderson clapped him on the shoulder. “Thank you.”

Hazel Mae started babbling and reaching for Sy. She caught hold of his shirt and started tugging on it. He wiped his hands on his pants, getting off whatever dirt he had on them, and bent down to get her loose from the sling on my chest. Happy to be held, she rested her head on his shoulder and he hugged her close.

Reverend Anderson smiled at her. “Why don’t all three of y’all come on over to McCoy farm?” he suggested. “We sent someone after Dr. Bradford so he could take a look at Mrs. Bailey and the kids while we talk to H.C. but I don’t know when he’ll get there and I wouldn’t want you leaving Seraphina and the baby behind. She can come and socialize with the ladies and enjoy some ice cream while we’re off doing business.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” I said.

He shook his head at me. “Nonsense. My wife would be mighty glad to have you there. If you weren’t already married to Sy, I think she would’ve gone and adopted you for a daughter herself.”

I smiled. “It would be awful nice to see her and the other ladies. It’s been a while.” I looked up at Sy. “I think me and Little Bit will tag along with you.”

“Alright,” he said as Hazel Mae tried sticking her fingers in his mouth. He carefully pulled them away and looked at Reverend Anderson. “We’ll get loaded up and see y’all over there.” While he was talking, she managed to stick her hand in just enough to grab his bottom lip. He pulled his head back and her hand fell away. He was real gentle as he took hold of her hand, keeping it against his chest as he looked at her face. “Hey, Papa’s talking.” She shook her head, rubbing it against his shoulder. “Yes, he is. Be good.”

“I’ll leave y’all to it and let you finish up whatever you’ve got to do and I’ll see yuns over at the McCoy’s in a bit.”

Reverend Anderson left and me and Sy got ready to follow after. When we were in the truck, I looked over at him. “Are you really going to hurt that man?”

“Who? H.C. Bailey?” he asked. I nodded. “If he’s been putting his hands on his wife and kids and he won’t listen to reason, then…yeah. I will.”

“And your Pa used to do that?”

“Occasionally.” He glanced down at me. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No, it ain’t that…”

He put his hand on my knee. “What is it, honey bee?”

“Just wondering what Daddy would’ve done if somebody like you or your Pa would’ve come and had a talk to him when I was younger. I wonder if it would have changed anything or if he’d kept on being cruel.”

“I don’t know, baby. I wish somebody had been there to give him a talking to. I wish I would have. It breaks my heart thinking about anybody being mean to you, but especially your own daddy. I just…” He looked over at Hazel Mae sitting in my lap. “I don’t get it.”

I kissed his shoulder. “That’s ‘cause you’re a good man and a good Papa,” I said. “And you saved me when it really mattered.”

He returned my kiss to the top of my head then lifted his right arm out. “C’mere,” he said. “Let me love on you while I drive.”

I scootched over and got tucked right under his arm that he wrapped around my shoulders. I could feel how hot his skin was through the light cotton of his shirt as I rested my head against his chest. Hazel Mae liked that and did the same to me, resting her little bitty head on my chest as her toes squished against Sy’s leg. She liked being in bed with us when we were all cuddled up and loving on her and I reckon she thought that’s what we was doing.

The farm wasn’t too far away and when we got there, me and Hazel Mae were welcomed by Mrs. Anderson. She came and gave me a big ol’ hug and led me over to the shade where some of the women were talking. It wasn’t long before Dr. Bradford arrived. Ruth was with him and she came and joined us ladies as he left with Sy, Reverend Anderson, and two other menfolk up the road towards the Bailey house.

“I hope it doesn’t resort to violence but if it does and a brute like Hoyt can’t make Mr. Bailey see reason, then there’s no hope to be had for him,” Ruth said.

I didn’t like nobody calling Sy a ‘brute’, ‘specially not her, but she was right in a way. I’d seen Sy put Jud Boswell in his place before. I knew he could get right feral when he was fighting. And the day of our wedding, he’d stood up to Daddy and told him off for selling me like cattle. So if it came down to it and he needed to get physical with H.C. Bailey, I knew he would. That’s why I bit my tongue and didn’t say nothing, bad as I didn’t want to.

“All men have hope, Mrs. Bradford,” one of the ladies said.

But I thought about Daddy and I wasn’t so sure that was true.

The men had been gone for close to an hour when Hazel Mae started bouncing like crazy on my hip, her hands reaching out as she babbled something. I looked over and saw Sy and the other men heading down the lane. Hazel Mae had seen her Papa and wanted him to get her. I tried to soothe her while we waited but when he saw her reaching for him, he jumped plumb over a ditch and cut across the yard, making a beeline right for us.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, holding out his arms. “Let Papa get you.”

I handed her to him and he hugged her real close, kissing her head as she hugged him back. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath while he cradled her.

“Are you alright?” I asked him.

He didn’t say nothing for a second, then finally he nodded before opening his eyes to look at me. “Yeah,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I just…” He let out a shaking breath. “How in the world could anybody hurt their babies? How could you ever put your hand on them and not feel so rotten you’d want to kill yourself?”

I reached up and touched his forearm. “Was it bad?” The look he gave me was all the answer I needed. “Do you think he’s going to listen to y’all?”

“I’ll make sure he does, ‘cause if he lays another hand on his wife or those kids, I’ll do a whole lot more to him than what I did today.”

“Sy…” I didn’t know what to say. I just gripped his arm a little tighter.

I could tell he was near crying. He sniffled and tried to hide it, then pulled Hazel Mae back so he could see her face. “Why don’t we give Momma a break and you come with Papa to see some baby animals, how’s that?” he asked her. She didn’t know what he was talking about but she seemed happy all the same. He glanced at me. “Did y’all already go look at ‘em?”

“No. I was a mite scared of the goose they got back there.”

He smiled. “With good reason. Geese can be mean.”

“I know it. I got bit by one when I was little.”

His smile grew. “So last week?”

“You hush now,” I said, smiling back.

He moved Hazel Mae into the crook of his arm so she could see while they were walking and she started bouncing again. She may not have known what they was going to do but she knew her Papa was taking her somewhere and that’s all that mattered.

I caught Ruth looking after him as he held our baby in his arms and I knew she wouldn’t dare admit it, but she knew right well that he wasn’t just a brute. She knew it from her time courting him, I was sure of it. There was no way Sy would’ve been anything other than a gentleman during their time together. But he was even softer once he became a father and I knew without a doubt she saw that in him.

We didn’t stay too much longer at the McCoy’s because we still had work to do back at home. Sy really put his all into the chores once we got there and I knew he was trying to get all his anger at Mr. Bailey out. He wouldn’t tell me just how bad it had been there with the kids but he told me that he’d broken Mr. Bailey’s hand. Dr. Bradford bandaged it up some but Sy said he made sure he wouldn’t be able to take his fist or belt to none of them for a good long while.

That evening when it was time for his bath, me and Hazel Mae sat in there with him. He wanted us right close so I sat beside the tub and she was in my lap. She held onto the side of it and pulled up, then bounced up and down. Sy was washing his head with the soap when she reached out and smacked his shoulder. He looked over at her and laughed.

“Can I help you, missy?” he asked. She babbled out something that didn’t make no sense but he nodded solemnly. “Is that right?”

She growled at him and I got tickled. “You sound like a little bear,” I told her, kissing the back of her head. She blew her tongue out at Sy and then fell down hard in my lap.

“Little Bit the little bear,” Sy said. He leaned his head over so he could peek down at her in my lap. “Momma calls Papa a bull.”

“You are my big bull.”

He smiled. “And I’m mighty glad of it.”

“What am I?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I ain’t falling for that.”

“Falling for what?”

“You don’t like no animal name I call you so I ain’t going to say you’re anything. You get to pick,” he said, then put the soap away. “I don’t got no intentions of making you cry or get upset with me tonight.”

“But you had intentions of it before?”

He laughed. “No, ma’am I did not,” he said. “But I’ve learned my lesson.”

“You always called me something crazy, though. Like a monkey or a possum or hog or -”

“Nope. I never called you a hog.” He bent his head down and rinsed the soap from it. “I distinctly remember saying I was going to fatten you up like a hog but I didn’t ever say you were one. I may say a lot of things without thinking but I wouldn’t ever call a woman a hog - ‘specially not you.”

“Daddy used to call me little lamb,” I said. “I thought it was sweet ‘til I got older. Then I realized lambs get led to slaughter and they’re expected to stay quiet all the while.” I looked at Sy and saw him watching me, water clinging to his pretty eyelashes. “Some quiet helpless thing. That’s what he wanted me to be. I didn’t like that.”

“You ain’t a helpless thing.” Hazel Mae started fussing some and he reached his hand out to lay over mine. She settled down a little from feeling him. “It might not be an animal but you are my little honey bee,” he said. “You’re sweet and you work hard but you’re willing to fight back against anybody that says something about your family. You’re fiercer than anyone I know, Seraphina. You were like that when it was just me.” He smiled. “Little bitty ol’ thing like you smacked Jud Boswell when he was bad mouthing me. Nobody else would’ve done that for me. And now with Little Bit?” She took his finger and started gnawing on it. “You’d light up anyone that even so much as looked at our baby sideways.” He lowered his head to look me in the eye. “Your daddy had everything wrong. Everything. You hear?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I hear.”

Hazel Mae kept chewing on Sy’s finger but in a few moments started fussing. He moved his eyes from mine to look down at her. “You mad ‘cause there ain’t nothing coming out of there?” he asked.

I smiled. “I think that’s what it is. It’s time for her to eat and go to sleep.”

He carefully pulled his hand away from her. “Why don’t you take her on then? I’ll be out in a minute. I’m just going to finish up in here and empty out this bath water and I’ll join you.”

“Alright.” I leaned forward and he gave me a kiss. Hazel Mae wriggled in my lap and whined until I held her up so that Sy could kiss her, too. Once she got hers, we got up and I carried her out of the bathroom.

We’d been sleeping on the back porch because of the heat. Sy had Hazel Mae’s crib out there with us. So I took her outside and we got settled down onto the bed. She was getting tired and hungry, so I opened my nightgown and helped her get latched on. She was already sweating just being so close to me, her short hair curling up from it, so I blew on her head to try to cool it down while she ate. It made her close her eyes and it wasn’t long before I felt her unlatch from me. I looked down and saw her smack her lips in her sleep, milk beading up at the corner. I wiped it off and held her, contemplating whether I should wake her up to keep feeding or not. I knew she was tired but I hadn’t meant to put her to sleep before I was empty, and that’s exactly what I’d done. Looking at her sweet little face, though, I knew I couldn’t wake her. I’d have to go to bed uncomfortable, but I weren’t going to disturb her right then.

I held her until Sy joined us. He came and squatted down next to me, his hand going to my back, rubbing it gently as he looked at Hazel Mae. “She good and asleep or you want me to wait a little before putting her down in her crib?” he whispered.

I sighed. “No, she’s been asleep long enough. You can put her down.”

He looked at me, his eyebrows creasing together. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. She just fell asleep a little earlier than I needed her to. I’m still pretty full.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Tell her goodnight and I’ll take her for you.”

I pressed a kiss to both of her fat cheeks and one to the top of her head. “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

I held her up to Sy and he took her from me. She waved her fists in the air, startled by the sudden movement, but he patted her bottom and rocked her enough to get her settled down again. Then he kissed the top of her head. “Papa loves you, Little Bit. Sleep tight now,” he said before carefully easing her down into her crib next to us, then covering her up with her thin blanket. He turned back to me as I was trying to pull my gown back together. “How bad is it?”

I looked up at him as I scooted over so he could have his spot on the bed. “How bad’s what?” I asked. He nodded to my chest. “Oh. They’re still pretty full and a little sore. I ain’t ever hoped for her to wake up in the middle of the night but goodness I hope she needs to feed later,” I said, finally covering myself.

He sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee. “What if you let me help?”

I laughed. “What are you going to do? Milk me like one of the cows?”

“No,” he said, his voice all husky. “Not at all like one of the cows.”

I felt my cheeks grow warmer than they already were. “Sy…”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t,” he said. “But don’t turn it down on account of me.” His thumb stroked my skin. “‘Cause to be honest with you…this ain’t the first time I’ve wanted to try it.”

“I mean you’ve kind’ve tried it already. When I leak when we’re coupled up…”

“I have but I don’t want no couple of drops. I want everything you’ll let me take,” he said and I didn’t know how in the world those words could ever set a flame under my skin but they did. He kept stroking my knee. “But like I said, if it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t push it.”

“It don’t make me uncomfortable,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes going dark in the moonlight. All I could do was nod. “Lay on down, then. Let me take care of you, baby.”

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Follow You Anywhere 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad. You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…”

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?”

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'.

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader

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ellethespaceunicorn · 4 months

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2023 Character Wrapped

@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?

Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).

Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.

But, in what order??

Alright, let's get this party started with...

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.

2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League

I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.

6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.

9. Humphrey - Stardust

Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.

And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.

TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*

I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??

No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years

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Birthday Celebration / Share the Love Fest Part 3

I'm going to go out on a limb here (for this and Part 4 coming) and tag a few people who have helped fan the flames of a new fandom of mine - Henry Cavill. //insert flame emoji// //insert panting emoji//

It is so fitting that I came to this corner of Tumblr based on a fic rec from a favorite SPN writer (see Part 2) and the first account I immersed myself in was @sillyrabbit81. Her Captain Syverson, especially Even If You Don't Mean It and And So Much More, is just the stuff of dreams. She has such an incredible way of creating this completely real man with quirks and flaws along with the hottest sex you ever wanted to read about. Seriously.

@plumfondler - I don't know if I've really explored her masterlist the way I should, but her Henry Cavill backrub drabble broke me. I need a reallllllly specific and careful kind of RPF and this one just did it. Amazing.

@just-chirpin - JC has a really detailed, self-discovery-while-falling-in-love-with-Sy story, ETS, on her masterlist that just makes you want to move to Georgia and casually run into him. Here's hoping she's been able to find time to get that next chapter on the books. ;)

@rmtndew - I've never seen MI6 and I probably never will, but I stumbled across this amazing series, Pretty in Pink, and I fell in love with August Walker. I love the way she wrote him and I love the little twisty, spy story. Just wonderful.

@mayloma - also a writer who captured my attention with some Henry RPF, but she's also got a Walter Marshall fic, The Light Side of Night, and I love this grumpy bear so much!

I've yet to dig into Geralt or Sherlock or some of his other characters, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

Thank you to the Cavillry for always bringing the heat!

I'm certainly going to investigate these fic recs, my thing for Henners only seems to be growing. My brother bought me a Geralt pop for my birthday 😁

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Hey - o!!!

Y’all, I’ve seen a fair number of new followers at this account recently and just thought I’d say Hi and give a little background/update so you have an idea of what you’ve gotten yourselves into.

Today, this is a Henry Cavill appreciation/writing blog, but it wasn’t always so.

In the before times, I wrote and read fanfiction for a little show called Supernatural. You may have heard of it. Dean Winchester was my main muse. I lived and laughed and loved with a whole crew of amazing fans and writers, and thus, my burning desire for fandom community and interaction was born.

I lost my muse. Tumblr purged (again?) I lurked in the background and waited for a sign. That sign came in the form of a Henry Cavill/Captain Syverson fic rec from one of my mutuals.

Around the same time I fell hard for Finan/Mark Rowley from The Last Kingdom and through the eyes of another old SPN mutual, I found a wee bit of inspiration to write again.

One day, after months of feasting on amazing fic showcasing any number of Henry’s varied characters, I could no longer be satisfied just reading. Dog Trainer!Sy was born. I got an idea for Walter. And August.

I have no idea how long this gravy train will last. I’ll hopefully continue to reblog pretty pictures of Henry in all his glory, along with an occasional foray back to Dean/Jensen, and maybe some other really attractive people along the way.

I also like to reblog rando shit as well. Be warned.

I am a liberal. I am accepting of all kinds, though I do not tolerate hate. I am an 18+ blog. I will block a bot. Even if you just look like one. I’m just not up for it.

But at the end of the day, I crave connection. So feel free to chat me any time. I love to talk. (Can you tell?)

Welcome!

#welcome #hi #hello #this is me #hope you don't mind #charlie rambles

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gummydummy19 · 7 months

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fan-art masterlist

Bucky Barnes x female partner

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (1)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (2) (based on this fic by @sidepartskinnyjeans)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (3)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (4)

Captain Syverson x reader (1)

Captain Syverson x reader (2)

#gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #fanart

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zealoushound · 2 years

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Dreams

Summary: After having several nightmares you just wanted to be cuddled.

Pairing: reader (gender non-specific) x open male partner

Word Count: 553

Warnings: nightmares, fear of intimacy/commitment? (I guess, if you squint), angst

A/N: Based on my dreams last night and the desire to have someone hold me and make them go away. This is an “insert character here” type of drabble. This could be literally any character, any fandom so insert your own dream guy and enjoy.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

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It wasn’t so much falling asleep that troubled me; it was what I’d find once I crossed the veil.

The nightmares that plagued my sleep tonight were not a common, nor welcome visitor. Yet every time I closed my eyes something new and terrifying awaited me.

Falling into an endless sea of darkness where little nasties reached out their crooked hands to pull and grab at whatever came near.

Next came the faceless creature that lurked behind unknowing loved ones as I sat in horror, trying to warn them to no avail. Unable to look away, paralyzed by fear.

Each time I would wake I would try to do something, anything, to chase the demons away.

I tried rolling over, getting some water; clearing my mind. No.

I tried walking to the bathroom. Surely that would wake me enough to start fresh. No.

Finally, I awoke the third time with a jolt. My brows furrowed with discomfort, lips parted in a silent scream. A part of me desperately tries to cling to reality while the other pulls me toward the nightmare that I have since forgotten. I gasp when the part clinging to this side of awareness wins out.

That’s when I felt... him. I had tried not to wake him. It’s difficult not to when you’re sharing a bed with someone. The first couple of times were different but I must have shaken the bed when I woke up this time.

I was afraid of his reaction. I’d only spent the night with him a few times in our budding relationship. In the past men had ignored me completely or asked me to get up. I feared a repeat.

He rolled to face my back. He propped his head up on his hand.

“Are you ok?” His other large, warm hand rested on my hip as the tears sprang to my eyes.

“Um..” was all I could muster.

“You’ve had quite a difficult night haven’t you, darling?”

I nod, refusing to face him while the tears silently fall onto my pillow. I just wanted to sleep with him. Not in the carnal way, but in the way that makes you feel safe and whole. I had never had that with anyone. Why did I let myself feel this would be any different?

“May I hold you?”

I couldn’t help the sudden gasp that escaped my parted lips. It was all I’d wanted and he was willing. I allowed Joy to play at my heartstrings. Sure, it could be a mistake, but what’s one more mistake to a heart that’s being bound together with super glue and duct tape?

The lump in my throat wouldn’t allow words to pass so I nodded my response instead. His huge frame pressed against mine immediately, cradling me in protection.

I felt warm.

I felt safe.

His body was perfectly flush against mine. His heavy arm draped across my body; his hand seeking mine. Finding it, he held tightly to it. Kissing my neck gently he began to play with my fingers making me giggle softly.

Joy swayed in my heart with delight. Maybe this one is it? Maybe this one won’t hurt us?

Maybe, Joy… maybe. I drifted into a peaceful slumber, safe and warm in his strong embrace before any other thoughts could chime in.

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#zealoushound writes #reader insert #insert male character #drabble #fan fiction #comfort fic #open interpretation #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson drabble #captain syverson fan fic #walter marshall drabble #walter marshall fanfiction #august walker drabble #august walker fanfiction

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missacidburn928 · 9 months

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All Aboard The Friday Fantasy Train

Chapter 5 of It's Hard For Me To Say... is now live on ao3!

Click the link above to enjoy.

As Always,

Happy Reading Heathens!

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littleonebub · 2 years

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Serendipitous New Beginnings

Part 3

Everly moves to America for a year for a much needed break. Little does she know she signed up for more than she bargained for.

Pairings: Syverson x Everly Rakena (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Swearing. Drunken behaviour. Unsolicited attention. Alcohol abuse. Smut in future parts.

A/N: Hey! The muse was willing so I decided to post early. Thanks again to everyone that has shown this fic some love. I appreciate every single one of you.

Word count: 2484

Always have to thank my boo @jessinchains for being the main cheerleader of this fic. What would I do without you?

Not beta’d. All mistakes are unfortunately mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sandcastle nor our Captain Syverson though I wish I did ?

Big thanks to @firefly-graphics for the stunning dividers!

Please don’t copy or steal my work.

Taglist:@jessinchains@rmtndew@lunaschild2016@offroadinjandals@kingliam2019@bourbonwithice@lizausten29@just-chirpin

Everly POV

It felt good, it felt so fucking good to be free. To not have to worry about anyone else other than myself. To have no other responsibilities or obligations other than TO myself.

I haven’t been this free for a longggg time.

It felt strange. Foreign. Unknown. Good, but also scary.

I’ve just worked a 12-hour shift, but instead of doing what I used to do, I'm out with my girl’s living it up.

7am-7pm: Work with only a half an hour break. I should be exhausted, and I am. But that’s what energy drinks are for.

I go home, get ready, late as dinner, and then out into the clubs. Everyone’s already a little buzzed having had two or three drinks at the restaurant. Vodka Redbull my poison of choice. Who said energy drinks couldn’t be more fun?

I can hear Lea’s voice in my head: “Have fun but take care and be careful, sis!”

She didn’t come with. She went home to be with her man, Eric, and her adorable son, Isaac. She’s like the mother hen of the group. I guess her partying days are behind her. I’m late to mine.

It must be our lucky night because we barely had to wait in the queue for long; we’re ushered into the club by the bouncers. Second club of the night and we’re hoping this one was a good one. We weren’t vibing with the music of the other place. .

The place is packed. The music booming hard through the speakers. Everyone seems to be having a good time.

Shayla has sashayed her fine self straight to the dance floor dragging me along with her; Lydia straight to the bar. Casey right behind us pushing Lauren ahead.

“You’re gonna have a damn good time and forget about work for once in your life!” I hear Casey yell.

Lauren had a tough day with difficult procedures and challenging patients. I wouldn’t know the extent.. I was too bloody busy running between general, orthodontics, and periodontics. I’m scared to see how many steps I’ve taken today, and the night’s not even over yet.

I feel Shayla dance closer to me smiling like there’s a little devil on her shoulder.

“So is tonight the night? You finally gon’ take someone home?”, She winks at me trying to be slick.

Every time we’re out she tries to set me up with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that she can get her hands on.

I laugh and roll my eyes at her. I’m gonna gap before she can sucker me into anything. I point to the bar letting them know I want a drink, and to also find Lydia.

I push myself through all the bodies shouting a never ending chorus of “excuse me, pardon me” trying hard to get through all these gigantors when I finally make it to one of the ends of the really long bar.

“Heyyy, little one!” Lydia slurs, and grabs me for a hug. She’s had a few.

The rest of the girls follow behind me and we all order two rounds of wet pussy shots; we down them quickly when we hear someone come and approach us.

“Wassup ladies”, his voice is cocksure and stupid loud.

He comes on right over to me, and puts his arm around me.

“Yo, shorty. What they call ya, huh?”, the arrogance of this boy is just oozing out of him.

I grab his arm, shaking my head, dropping it fast beside him.

“First of all I ain’t your “shorty”, bro. Second of all, don’t be putting your hands on me”

“Ooo sorry, mah bayd. Lemme buy ya a drink to apologize'', he winks thinking he’s real cute.

“How ‘bout if you guess my age right you can have my number otherwise you can piss right off”, I grin big; knowing he won’t be able to succeed. No one has been able to get this shit right. This is the surefire way to get rid of him.

“Damnnnn girl, you feisty lil thang!“

I roll my eyes at him, just waiting for him to answer.

The sudden confidence is gone but he answers nonetheless

“21”

The girl’s and I laugh.

“Later, bo!”, we wave his ass goodbye. This always gets rid of unwanted attention quick.

Next thing you know our jam comes on. The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. Shayla starts hollering, and I can’t help but join in too.

It’s time to get our asses back on the dance floor. And that’s exactly what we do.

We’re all pushed up together, rapping along with the song, dancing, having a damn good time.

Our fave part comes on and I can’t help but slide on over to Lauren, putting her hands on my hips as I back it up on her. I can hear her laugh and sway along with me, cracking up even louder as I drop it wayyy down, and start twerking on her. The other girls are laughing, egging us on as she gets into it. I get back up laughing and turn around to give Lauren a hug.

“And there you have the Evie special; just for you tonight”, I shout over the music into her ear.

“Awww, you lil shit. You always know how to cheer me up”. She hugs me back tight, a grin on her face as we pull away.

We dance a bit longer when I suddenly don’t feel too good. The sleep deprivation is finally catching up with me. The air is thick and heavy, and with barely any water in me and all this alcohol I need fresh air.

I tell Lauren I’m gonna step out for a bit and I push through the bodies to make my way through the back. Opening the door as I make my way outside and step into the cold night air.

The fresh air was just what I was after; it was getting hot in there, and I needed a breather. I focus on the air filling my lungs when I let out a small breath. I hear the door slam shut loudly, but I pay it no mind.

“Looks like ya need this”, I hear a familiar voice over the music and bass from inside the club.

I crack an eye open and look to my right. Surprised to see who it is.

“…Jax?” A small smile tugs on my lips.

He’s standing there in a black skin tight v-neck shirt his dog tags peeking under, black jeans that fit him in all the right places, brown leather belt, and black leather boots. This man loves the colour black. I catch myself staring at him longer than I should. He not only looks good in uniform but also out of it, too.

“Yes, ma’am. But didn’t I tell ya to call me Sy?” He grins as he holds out a bottle of cold water to me.

“Sorry, Captain”, I smirk as I take the water from him, our fingers touching briefly.

I open it and scull it; not realising how thirsty I am. I can feel his eyes on me as I wipe away a bit of water that escapes and drips down from the corner of my lips.

“Thanks for this” I say holding up the water.

I see his eyes flicker from the water bottle to my mouth. He quickly clears his throat.

“Pleasure’s mine.. mind if I come join ya?” He asks me, an inquisitive look on his face.

“Not at all” I smile at him and motion to the wall beside me.

He sauntered over to me, leaning against the wall before crossing his arms, the action highlighting how big his biceps are.

“Looks like you were havin’ a grand ol’ time in there” he says with a smirk.

I look up at him, eyebrow raised “oh, really now? What makes you say that, huh?” I’m curious now.

He laughs, “those dance moves looked interestin’” his eyes mischievous.

“Oh, don’t be telling your grandparents that!” My eyes wide.

“Why not?”, Mofo has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Because I have a reputation to uphold”

“Oh, do ya now?” He’s teasing me now; a glint in his eye.

“I sure do. Wait… you were watching me, eh? Now tell me Captain, for how long?”

“From the moment one of my boys got shut down” he threw his head back laughing, his whole body shaking, his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“From then, eh? You know that cocky son of a bitch!?” I’m laughing too, surprised.

“Yes, ma’am. He’s one of the younger ones in my squad. A frickin’ tactical genius which is probably why he’s so goddamn cocky”

“That makes sense”, I nod, “hold up…what are you doing here? This doesn’t look like a place you’d hang out in”

“The boys from the squad and I are havin’ our last hurrah before we’re deployed again, we somehow ended up here” Sy forces a small smile but it’s tight and doesn’t reach his eyes .

The atmosphere shifts; no longer light and playful.

“Oh.. when do you leave?”, I ask him softly.

“Tomorrow night”, Sy turns away from me, he looks straight ahead of him, staring at the road in front of us, his eyes pensive.

“For how long?”

“At the moment six months, but ya never know. Could be extended”, he’s still looking ahead; nodding slightly.

“Better make the most of your night then, eh? Don’t waste what little time you have left with me! Go back in there and have some fun”, I’m smiling as I motion my head towards the club and nudge him with my shoulder trying to lighten the mood, “go get fucked up with your boys and get some sugar” I wink at him grinning.

He laughs, “Naw someone’s gotta look out for these imbeciles plus who said I ain’t havin’ fun out here with you”, he nudges me back with his shoulder, smiling.

“Oh yeah, discussing my dodgy dance moves eh?”

“‘Ute, dodgy, eh’ what in tarnations is this kind of vocabulary?” Sy smirks at me “oh, good lord you ain’t no British Canadian are ya!?”

I laugh, “no but who the hell says “tarnations” in this day and age, huh?” I tease him right back “Mr. Syverson isn’t really your granddad, eh? He’s your brother isn’t he, you old fart?”

“Now who in the hell are you callin’ an old fart, huh? Just ‘cause you be one of dem young folk in their 20’s, goddamn smartass delinquent with that blasphemous dancin’”, he’s laying the southern accent on thick now, taking the piss which just makes me laugh especially as he frowns looking just like his grandfather.

“Hey I’m young but I ain’t that young, old man”

“Do I get the same deal as Pepps? If I guess right, you’ll gimme your number?” He asks me, wiggling his eyebrows, making me laugh more.

“I don’t know”, I shrug, “you’re probably too old for me, sir”

“Oh c’mon now, I ain’t that old” he’s smiling big, his eyes shining as he grins at me.

He looks different when he’s smiling and laughing like this; younger, happier. I can’t help but smile and laugh back. His good mood is infectious.

I can’t be thinking like this though. Can’t be getting attracted to someone; someone like him. This definitely isn’t what I’m here for. I didn't move all this way for this.

Before I can respond and tell him the truth the door opens and one of my girl’s comes over. It’s Shayla with a worried look etched on her beautiful ebony face

“There you are, LO. I’ve been looking all over for you. We gotta get goin, baby girl. Lydia’s been puking non-stop. We think it’s alcohol poisoning. AGAIN”, she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. This is why the girls weren’t big fans of her.

“Fuck, I hope she’s okay. Sorry, Sy. I better get going” I push myself off the wall. I turn to Sy looking him in the eyes. He looks worried himself now, too.

“No need to apologize, darlin’” his eyebrows are furrowed, “y’all need help? I can take y’all over to the hospital”

“Naw, Lydia’s mom is here. We’re about to head on over there but thanks” Shayla says.

“Alright, well I’ll walk y’all ladies to the car”, Sy says as he follows beside me, his large hand on the small of my back.

We make our way through the club as quickly as we can despite the difficulty with how busy it is. Sy doesn’t leave my side the entire time, pushing through the crowds for me with his gigantic frame, keeping me safe from being trampled on, tucking me securely against his side.

We make it outside; the crisp cool air waking us up. Casey is standing there waiting for us to take us to the car. A grimace on her face.

We walk just a little up the street when I see Lydia’s mum’s large seven seater Audi Q7. Lydia’s not looking great sitting in the passenger seat, resting her head against the glass window, holding a bag to her face.

The girls start piling in, and I turn to my side to say bye to Sy.

“Thanks for offering to take us to the hospital; that’s real kind of you,” I look up at him with a small smile, craning my neck up even with heeled boots on, “thanks for the water again” it’s windy and my hair flies into my face, getting stuck on my lips, stupid lip gloss.

Sy helps me push my hair out of my face as he pulls me in for a hug.

“It’s no problem at all. I’m sorry about your friend; I had a good time chattin’ wit’ ya though,” his voice is muffled by my hair as he whispers in my ear.

“I did, too”, I’m surprised but I hug him back. I’m almost balancing on the tips of my boots, he’s hunched over engulfing me in a warm, tight, hug with his massive body.

I’m about to let go but he holds on a little longer, his face buried in my hair.

Lydia’s mum gets impatient and puts the window down, “Evie sweetie, we gotta get goin” she says, her voice urgent.

As Sy and I separate he tucks my hair behind my ear. It’s like he’s taking every chance he can get to touch me and draw out this goodbye as long as possible.

“Alright you take care now, Everly. I hope your friend will be alright” his smile is tight.

I give him a quick smile as I clamber into the SUV, and thank him for the hundredth time as Lydia’s mum drives away. I watch him become a tiny speck on the sidewalk as we make our way to the hospital.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #asian oc #serendipitous new beginnings #part 3 #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson fan fic

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Chapter 16

(An arranged marriage AU with Captain Syverson)

Pairing: Sy and OFC Seraphina

Word count: 3,500+

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

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It was early in the morning, everything still dark out, when Sy woke me up by kissing my neck and shoulders. His beard rubbed against my skin, the familiar scratch enough to bring me out of sleep. I reached behind me and put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers against the soft fuzz of his hair.

“Happy anniversary, honey bee,” he rasped in my ear.

I smiled. “Happy anniversary,” I whispered back.

“I can’t believe you’ve been mine for three whole years.” He pulled me to him tighter. “I knew you was something special when I first met you but I had no idea I’d be marrying my best friend.”

“Best day of my life.”

“Shh. We got our baby sleeping over there. Don’t let her hear you say that,” he whispered teasingly.

“Well, she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for us getting married so I stand by it.”

He pressed his mouth to my shoulder and let his warm lips linger for a bit. “Alright. That’s fair.”

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I turned my head to look at him. More had happened in our first year together than had happened in my whole life. We’d gone from total strangers to husband and wife to best friends to sweethearts to parents. But none of it would’ve happened if Daddy hadn’t sold me. I moved my hand to his jaw and stroked it gently. “Was I worth all that money you paid Daddy?”

He smiled and bent his head to kiss my mouth. “Every penny, baby. Every penny.”

We laid there together for a bit just holding each other but once I started drifting back to sleep, he let go of me and tucked me back in after he got up. I slept a little longer but once the sun started peeping through the window, I knew it was time to get up and start my day.

I got dressed and was putting on the bee locket that Sy had given me when Hazel Mae woke up. I smiled as she sat up in her little bed that wasn’t far from ours. She looked so serious as she brushed her messy curls away from her rosy cheeks. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep good?” I asked her.

She nodded and looked around the room. “Papa with the animals?”

“He is. He’s taking care of all the animals and then he’ll come have breakfast with us.”

“Can my have oatmeal?”

Hazel Mae had a habit of sometimes saying ‘my’ instead of ‘I’ and even though I knew I should’ve corrected her, I thought it was too sweet to stop. Sy thought so, too, although his favorite was when she’d say ‘lellow’ for ‘yellow’. He’d point out every single yellow thing he could find and ask her what color it was just to hear her say it. We both decided we’d teach her right as she got older but she’d only be little once.

“Yes, Momma can make you some oatmeal. That sounds mighty good,” I said. “I bet Papa would like a big bowl, too.”

Me and Hazel Mae went out to the kitchen and I got her settled down at the table with her dolly who she started rocking and singing to, as I went to the stove to get the oatmeal started. I’d just finished up when Sy came in.

He immediately came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist then kissed my neck. “Good morning, Mrs. Syverson.”

I smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Syverson. How’s the farm?”

“Noisy and smelly as always.”

I laughed. “Breakfast is done. Go wash up and I’ll fix you a bowl.”

He let go of me, his hand rubbing sweetly on my hip as he stepped away. Then he went and told Hazel Mae good morning and gave her a kiss before going to wash up.

I put Hazel Mae’s oatmeal on a plate to cool off faster and left it on the counter so she wouldn’t be tempted to stick her little hands in it, then gave her half a piece of toast to eat while she was waiting. I put Sy’s in a bowl and set it on the table for him along with a cup of coffee.

“Momma, Papa’s oatmeal hot?” Hazel Mae asked as I was getting a bowl of my own.

“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s hot. Don’t touch it.”

“My blow on it for him,” she said.

“What?” I turned around and saw Hazel Mae standing up on her chair, leaning over Sy’s bowl of oatmeal, and watched her blow, spitting bits of her toast all over it. “Oh, honey, no!”

She stopped and looked up at me. Her little lip trembled for a moment and then she started crying. Sy came rushing out of the bathroom and when she saw him, she reached out for him. “Papa!” she cried.

He made it over to her in about three long steps and picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and cried into the crook of it. He patted her back, trying to calm her down. “What’s wrong, sweetie? What happened?” he asked. She was wailing and wouldn’t answer him. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised in question.

“She wanted to cool your oatmeal down so she was blowing on it for you,” I said. “She’s upset ‘cause I stopped her.”

He peeked down at his bowl and I reckon he saw all the little bits of toast because he started laughing and tried holding it back. “Aw, sweetie, Momma isn’t being mean, she just didn’t want you to get hurt is all,” he said, his body shaking as he fought back his laugh. “That was mighty sweet of you to try to help Papa out like that.”

I went over to the table and picked up his bowl. “You can have mine and I’ll make you some more,” I told him.

He shook his head. “Just scrape the top off. I’ll eat it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” He sat down at the table in his seat still holding Hazel Mae. He rocked her until her crying let up some. “Let me look at you, Little Bit. Let me see your face.”

I watched from where I was scraping the top of his oatmeal into the scrap bucket as she pulled away from his neck and sat down on his lap, then looked up at him. Her face was red and wet and her little lip just kept wobbling. Sy wiped her tears away and dried off her cheeks with a napkin from the table.

“There’s my girl.” He lowered his face to meet her eyes. “I know you were trying to help by cooling off my breakfast and that was mighty sweet of you, but it’s very hot and Momma didn’t want you to get burnt, alright? She didn’t mean to upset you.”

Sy calmly tried to reason with her and I apologized for hollering out like I did, but she still wanted to stick right with him all through breakfast and even afterwards. So once we were done eating, he took her down to the barn with him while I tidied up the kitchen.

While I was cleaning, I kept stopping to adjust my brassiere under my dress. I knew it was crude to do it out in the open but the only people that should have been coming in the house were Sy and Hazel Mae and it was pestering me something awful. Even though I knew it hadn’t, it felt like it had shrunk somehow. Like it was digging into my skin. Once I was done cleaning up, I decided to go put on my other brassiere. It wasn’t as comfortable, I saved it for when we’d go to church or go into town, but it was better than the one I had on. As I was taking it off, I noticed my breasts were more tender than usual. Sometimes it happened before I had my monthly blood and for a moment, I thought that’s what it was. But once I started thinking about it, I realized I hadn’t bled in a while. We’d been so busy, I hadn’t even thought about it. I knew there could be a few reasons for it but only one was sticking out in my mind right then.

I put on the other brassiere and sure enough, it was tight, too, so I decided to forego wearing one and put on a top slip under my dress instead. It would work for being on the farm but I’d have to order a new one soon. Once I’s changed, I left the house and went out to the barn. Sy was brushing down Betsy while Hazel Mae was a few feet away playing with the baby chicks. She had one scooped up in her hands giving it kisses. I hadn’t ever seen chicks let someone love on them the way ours let Hazel Mae do but they sure seemed to enjoy it. They were the most spoilt chickens in the whole state.

When Sy saw me walking towards him, he smiled. “Have I told you how pretty you look?” he asked, running the brush across Betsy’s neck.

I shook my head but smiled back. “Not today.”

“Well, you’re the prettiest thing I ever seen.”

“Ain’t you ever gonna get tired of me?” I asked, stopping next to him.

“No, ma’am. I don’t reckon so.” He paused his brushing to look down at me. “You gonna get tired of me?”

I shook my head. “Never.”

“Good.”

He smiled as he bent down to kiss me. I put my hand on his neck, drawing him closer as our lips touched. I kissed him harder and he growled into my mouth as I tangled my other hand up in the front of his shirt. I felt like I couldn’t get him close enough. When Sy pulled away he chuckled as I tried to follow his lips. But all he had to do was raise his head and he was out of my reach.

“That was a mighty good anniversary present,” he said, grinning.

“I got an even better one.”

He laughed and dropped his hand down to my hip. “I’m looking forward to that.”

“Me, too. Although it might take a bit to get here.”

“It’ll be night time before you know it. Then you can give me whatever present you want,” he said, giving me a cocky smirk.

“You are something else, Hoyt Syverson,” I said with a laugh. “But that’s not the present I was talking about.”

His brows pinched together. “Then what are you talking about? You didn’t actually buy me something did you? Because you made me promise I wouldn’t spend a dime this year and I behaved myself.”

“No. I didn’t spend no money. It’s a…homemade gift.”

His confusion grew even further. “Then how’s it going to take a bit to get here, woma -” I grabbed his hand and moved it from my hip, placing it on my belly instead. His eyes moved from confusion to excitement in just a few seconds. Then his whole dang face lit up like a kid’s. “Are you joking with me?”

I shook my head. “No. I might be wrong but I ain’t joshing you,” I said. “My breasts are tender and swollen to the point I’m already outgrowing my under things and when I was thinking back on it, I realized I haven’t had my cycle in a while. We’ll have to wait and see to know for sure but…I think it’s safe to say we’re going to have another baby.”

He dropped Betsy’s brush and swept me up in his arms as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He was holding me so tight it hurt my chest but I wasn’t about to make him stop for nothing. He twirled me around in that barn like I was a princess or something and I couldn’t help but giggle. He started smiling so wide that between the two of us, we had a hard time kissing because our lips were too distracted by how happy we were.

“Best present ever, honey bee,” he whispered.

“What you doin’, Papa?” Hazel Mae asked. She was knelt down on the barn floor, setting the little chick back on the ground with its brothers and sisters.

“I’m giving your momma a great big bear hug to show her how much I love her,” Sy said.

She pushed a curl out of her eye. “Can my have a bear hug?”

“Yes, ma’am. Come on over here.”

Sy set me down and I let go of his neck. When Little Bit got to us, I picked her up and held her in my arms, then Sy hugged us both, putting her right between us. She lay her head against my shoulder and Sy kissed her temple. Our sweet daughter was the light of our lives and I couldn’t wait to see how much brighter it could get with another baby.

That night me and Sy laid in bed listening to the rainstorm outside. His hand just kept rubbing my belly. “What do you think it’ll be?” he asked quietly, trying not to wake Hazel Mae.

“I don’t know.” I looked at him. He seemed so contented. “You think we might get our little Isaac this time?”

“Maybe,” he said. “But if we don’t, that’s alright. We could end up with all girls and I’d be happy.”

I put my hand on his cheek. “What if it’s not a baby causing all this? What if it’s something else?”

“I’d still be happy,” he said. “You make me happy.”

“You make me happy, too,” I said, brushing my thumb across the bristles of his cheek.

“I know I told you this all before but…before we got married, I thought I’d be alone my whole life. I thought when I lost Ma that was it. I didn’t have no more family. I thought I’d work myself to death here on this farm and that would be the end of it,” he said. “I just stayed here living in my own hurt and anger. Then I met you and…” He blew out a breath. “Golly-bum, Seraphina, you were like an angel to me when I saw you standing at the top of the steps on your daddy’s porch.

“I knew that making sure you didn’t get married to Jud was the right thing to do and I had hoped you would learn to trust me enough to make friends with each other, but I didn’t think for a second that it would ever lead to anything more. And it broke my heart, honey bee, absolutely broke it, when you thought I was going to force you to lay with me on our wedding night. Knowing how scared you must’ve been thinking that someone as big as me was just going to take what they wanted from you and you wouldn’t have no say in it. I took marrying you seriously but that night…I vowed I’d do everything I could to give you a safe and happy life.”

I had tears welling up in my eyes as I cupped my hand to his face. “You did, Sy. You’ve made me feel safe and taken care of ever since I got here,” I told him. “Even the first time you told me you loved me, you let me stay with you because I was scared and you didn’t touch me no way you thought I might not want to be touched, you were just sweet to me and told me you loved me. And from then on, I ain’t had a second of doubt in my mind. You tell me every day but even if you didn’t, you say it in everything you do to take care of me and Hazel Mae. And I know if we get blessed with another baby, you’ll do it for them, too. It’s hard to say that what Daddy did to me was the right thing, ‘cause I don’t think it was, but it let me find you and that’s the most right thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

A big streak of lightning flashed outside our window and I could see that Sy had tears in his eyes, too. He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re the most right thing that’s ever happened to me, too, honey bee.”

I kissed him as thunder sounded overhead, shaking the house along with it. I knew it was just the storm but it felt like it was every bit of Sy’s love calling out for me as it did. His love was strong enough to make the house shudder and rattle my bones. I truly believed that. Another clap rang out as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. A second later, Hazel Mae started crying and we both broke apart quick as could be.

“Momma! Papa!” she cried.

I sat up in bed and Sy followed right after me. He turned, swinging his feet down to the floor, just as she came running to him in the dark. He scooped her up and held her tight to him while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Did that loud storm wake you up?” he asked, patting her back. She nodded her little head. He kissed the side of it. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Papa’s got you.”

I moved closer and brushed my hand over her hair. “It was awfully loud, wasn’t it?” I asked, and same as she did with Sy, she just nodded her head as she continued to cry. “It’s only the sky making noise, though. It can’t hurt you.”

“Can my -” Her breath hitched, hurting my heart. “Can my sleep with you?”

“Of course you can, sweet girl.”

I scooted back, giving Sy room to turn and lay down. Hazel Mae let go of his neck and he put her between us. He dried the tears from her face with his thumb then we both kissed her big round cheeks until she stopped crying and was giggling instead.

“That’s what I like to see. My little ladybug happy,” Sy said.

She pushed the curls off her forehead then she looked at Sy. “My dolly,” she said, reaching towards her bed.

“I’ll get it,” he told her.

He got out of bed and went over to her little one, searching through the blankets for her dolly. It took him a few seconds to find it in the dark but finally he did and brought it back to her. She clutched it tight and kissed its head. But there was another loud clap of thunder and she whimpered, curling up to me.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” I told her, hugging her close.

Sy scooched over, throwing his arm across my hip so we had Little Bit snuggled up between us. “You tell that sky it needs to go to bed. It’s up past its bedtime and keeping the rest of us awake.”

“Go to sleep sky!” Hazel Mae said, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s past bedtime!”

“That’s right,” Sy told her. “It’s not kind to be noisy and wake people up.”

“It’s not nice sky!” she hollered up. It thundered again. She didn’t seem scared that time but she looked at Sy. “It’s not listening, Papa.”

“That mean ol’ sky being naughty.”

“Maybe Papa could sing it a song, see if that’ll make it go to sleep,” I said.

He grinned at me. “You just wanna hear me sing.”

“I sure do,” I said, grinning back. “What do you think, Hazel Mae? Do we want Papa to sing for us?”

She nodded and turned towards Sy. “Sing a song. Please?”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me think of one.”

I looked at him as a flash of lightning lit up the whole bedroom. Hazel Mae sunk back against me and clutched her dolly tight. His hand on my hip gave me a soft squeeze, and then he started singing.

“I am dreaming dear of you, day by day. Dreaming when the skies are blue, when they’re gray. When the silvery moonlight gleams, still I wander on in dreams, in a land of love, it seems, just with you. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Longing for you all the while, more and more. Longing for the sunny smile, I adore. Birds are singing far and near, roses blooming everywhere. You, alone, my heart can cheer; you, just you. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you.”

The storm had passed over enough by the time he finished singing that it wasn’t loud no more. Just quiet rumbles in the distance and rain gently falling. And Hazel Mae was sound asleep.

I brushed my hand over her head, running my fingers through her curls. “You ready to have another baby to sing to?” I whispered to Sy.

He smiled. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “More than ready.”

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Santa Claus is Coming to Town

MERRY CAVILLMAS! This fic is for @cavillsthighs #cavillmas celebration. My prompt was for Day 14: “On Santa’s Lap” and this will have a spicy little follow up in a few more days! Enjoy!

word count: 1132, rating: PG-13, they get a little naughty and a little nice. warning: Santa!Sy, sexy talk

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You bit your lip gently as you approached your husband with the Santa costume. “Oh Sy?” you sing song softly.

He looks over his shoulder, “Yeah, Bug?”

“Remember how I said that it’d be fun if you dressed up as Santa this year for Leigh and Jamie after you did it for the fire station’s toy drive?”

He stands up, “Not really?”

“Well, I got you your own costume…” you murmur softly, holding up the bag.

“Bug, you’re serious?”

You nod, “Yes, Wyatt. They’re still young enough to believe and it’d be so cute for them to catch a glimpse of Santa and you were so good with the kids at the fire station. So convincing that your own kids didn’t recognize you and you made so many kids days, just by letting them sit on your lap.”

He chuckles, “How did you feel about sharing?”

You grin, “I didn’t like it but it was for a good cause.”

“Fine, but you know that I only did it because the other guy quit and I was a last resort.”

You shrug, “I know but I just think that it’d be really nice to do this while the kids still believe.”

Sy huffs, “I already eat the cookies AND the carrots, why do I need a silly costume?”

You grin. “Because I’ve got a costume too, handsome and if Santa Claus comes tonight then he’ll also be cumming tonight. Mrs. Claus will make sure of it,” you promise with a wink.

He groans, “Bug, you drive a hard bargain.”

You smirk, “I know, baby, but who knows how much longer we have to sprinkle this kind of magic in the kids lives, they are growing up so fast.”

Sy runs a hand over his hand, “That’s true. Jamie is growing like a weed. Can’t believe he’s already in his big boy bed.”

You smile and kiss him, “I know, but he takes after his daddy.”

He chases your lips when you pull away.

“Uh, uh, there’ll be more where that came from after you hold up your end of the bargain, Mr. Claus.”

He groans, “You’re killing me.”

You laugh and peck his cheek, “It’ll be worth it I promise.”

Midnight rolls around and you slip into your new set in the bathroom, wrapping your Christmas themed bathrobe around you before heading into the bedroom and biting your lip at the sight of your burly, ex military man bedecked in him red velvet and fur trimming.

He looks up at you, “Don’t laugh, bug.”

“I’m not laughing, I promise. You look very handsome.”

He groans, “You haven’t seen the worst part yet.” You hold your breathe as he reaches for the acrylic beard and straps it on his face, before tugging the hat on.

You can’t help the small giggle that bubbles out of your lips.

He frowns, “Bug, you promised.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it but I think it’s very sexy you are willing to do this for our babies.”

He scratches at the fake beard, taking in your form in. “How sexy.”

You strut over to him, “Very, very sexy. So sexy, that I’ll give you a little sneak peak.” You wiggle the neckline of the robe apart so Sy can catch a glimpse of red fabric tied in a bow around your bosom.

His eyes darking slightly, “Mrs. Syverson, you are gonna spoil me.”

You smirk, “Daddy, it’s Mrs. Claus tonight.”

He bites his lip and then, stands up. “Alright, I’ll go get this is little farce over with and come back for my Christmas gift.”

“Good boy,” you murmur, tugging your robe closed once more.

Sy grabs the bag of stocking stuffers you’d wrapped earlier during your yearly Love Actually rewatch and shoulder it.

“Wait!” you hiss, reaching towards the throw pillow on your bed. “You look too fit! Come here.”

He sighs and walks over to you, sulking slightly. You undo the thick black faux leather belt at this waists and let his jacket fall open to reveal his slightly softer around the edges middle and allow yourself to ogle your very sexy husband for a moment before pressing the throw pillow against his abs and fixing his jacket once more.

“There! you look perfect.”

He huffs, “Sure.”

You reach up and cup his snow white bearded cheeks, “You look amazing. Thank you for indulging me, thank you for doing this for the kids. I won the husband lottery.”

His eyes soften, “I love you, Bug.”

You smile up at up, “I love you too, Sy. So much. More and more every day.”

He presses a tickling kiss to your lips before he grabs the bag once more. “Gotta complete the mission.”

He shoulders the bag once more and tiptoes down the stairs, you go down the hall and open the doors to kids room enough to play the sounds of bells before the thud of “Santa” landing on the roof. You hear Leigh gasp and her blankets rustle. You sneak back to your room and turn the lights off, sitting in front of the door you left cracked open to watch the kids. You hear the patter of Leigh’s little feet as she slips out of her room and into Jamie’s. Soon enough she reappears dragging a bleary eyed toddler behind her.

“Come on, Jamie, I heard him!” she murmurs, in hushed excitement. She leads her brother to the decorated banister, where they kneel to watch “Santa” fill their stockings, munch the cookies and pocket the carrots for the “reindeer”.

Jamie watches with big eyes and calls out “Santa” causing leigh to freeze. Sy plays along and looks up, winking at the kids before pointing to their beds. Leigh nods once, eyes round as she grabs Jamie.

“We gotta get back in bed!” she orders, tugging her brother to his feet and pulling him down the hall. They both rush into their rooms, their doors slamming as if to prove that the are in bed once more. Sy gives his best “ho ho ho” before munching on the carrots and tiptoeing back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

He closes the door gently behind him and clicks the lock before he tugs of the hat and beard. “So how I do, mama?”

You smile at him, “You were perfect.”

He grins at you wickedly taking a seat in bedside chair, “Now Mrs. Claus, why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me just how good you’ve been this year.

You giggle as he pats his thick thigh temptingly, “Only if I get his package for a present.”

He grins, “I think that could be arranged.”

“Well then, ho, ho, ho. Mr. Claus,” You murmur, dropping your robe to reveal his treat.

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