#“You think me and Dizzy don't talk about our husbands?”

[fioras-resolve]

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[ithebookhoarder]

It's completely fine if you don't do this but I loved your Colin one, so can you do how the other brothers would react if they found out you were pregnant??!?!?!?!

Unexpectedly Expecting (Anthony / Benedict Bridgerton x AFAB!reader):

A/N: Thank you for sending this in! I'm combining this with another request - I hope that's ok? 👇 As both were on a similar track, but I can always do more later on this because who doesn't love imagining the Bridgerton boys with little ones?! 🥰

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, references to doctors and medical professionals, pregnancy symptoms like nausea and morning sickness, mentions of trouble conceiving a child, sex references, swearing, blood (let me know if I missed any!).

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Anthony Bridgerton:

As Viscount Anthony would likely be expecting to have children and heirs of his own and yes, it would be a concern if you weren’t falling pregnant as a couple. However, I think it upsets him more than anything because of how upsetting it is for you. He loves you and seeing you beating yourself up and making yourself sick with worry is heartbreaking. 

He has so many siblings and they have children so the Bridgerton estate and line will continue, he soothes, hoping it would take some pressure off of yourself. If you fall pregnant then that would be a blessing, but you weren’t a failure. In fact, for all he knows, he could be the issue. It’s impossible to be certain either way and he would never let you take that on yourself. Any arguments you’d have would be about that and nothing else. 

“If you think I will sit here and allow you to abuse yourself in such a way then you are sorely mistaken, my love-“

“-You don’t understand, Anthony! This is my fault. Even if you do not agree. To society, to the rest of the world, the blame will lay solely on me! That’s all that matters!” 

“No! You are all that matters and I will not allow you to keep torturing yourself this way. We will stop, do you hear me? No more talk of heirs or blame or anything to do with the subject. Let us just enjoy our life as it is for now. The future is unimportant.” 

Violet would side with Anthony, as would all his siblings. They love you too and want you to be happy - even if Violet does offer some tips and insights on ways one could assist with falling pregnant, but only at your request.

Still, when you’re not with child months later you start to lose hope. 

It gets worse as more of the Bridgerton siblings start getting married and falling pregnant. They would never rub it in your face, but it doesn’t make it any less painful when you see them or their partners caressing their bumps or discussing what names they could choose.  

You’d wish them well, obviously, but inside you feel like you’re dying. Even Anthony holding you close and pressing a comforting kiss against your cheek does nothing to raise your spirits. 

With each passing day you become just a little more certain that you’re not destined to have a child… which is why you’re utterly stunned when you miss your monthly bleed - not once, but twice… 

You didn’t say anything at first, obviously worried that it was just delayed from your recent stress. However, when it happens again you start to dare to hope for the impossible and you’re all but racing to get a physician to confirm the diagnosis. 

As soon as you do, you’re racing straight back to your husband to share the good news. You don’t care if he is in a meeting, at his club, with his family or even in the middle of the street. You still sprint to his side and blurt the news for everyone to hear.

The tears are instantaneous, as is the cheer of delighted disbelief he gives, throwing his arms about you and spinning you around until you’re both dizzy. “This… this is the greatest blessing we could have received, my love. I’m so happy… we’re going to be parents? We’re having a child?… oh, lord. We’re having a child.”

This man has been acting as a father to his siblings for so long you have no problem imagining him taking to the role like a duck to water. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be scared out of his mind to think of the responsibility of raising a child of his own. 

You can expect this man to be badgering his mother with a never ending list of questions - heck, he’d even swallow his pride and ask Simon and Daphne for advice if it came to it. After all, ‘if Hastings can do it, it can’t be too difficult’.

You’re laughing too hard to even try and correct him.

This man would be so protective of you whilst you were pregnant - especially after the troubles you’ve had getting to this point. 

“I really think you ought to have a maid accompany you when you journey to and fro. I should hate for something to happen to you."

“Anthony, I’m only going for a walk around the garden!”

“But still-“

Anything you could possibly need he has already bought three of them. No expense is spared for you and your unborn child - including summoning doctors from their beds in the middle of the night if you even think something might be wrong with either you or the baby. 

Speaking of doctors, he would fight anybody who tried to banish him from your side when the time comes. He and his mother, should you wish her there, would be at your side the whole time. They would be your biggest cheerleaders and would do whatever they could to ensure you were cared for and supported, whether it be mopping your brow, holding you as you pace around, or advocating for you against any doctor who tries to violate your wishes about the birth. 

And when you are finally handed a crying, wrinkled, cherub with Anthony’s eyes… well, it’s all worth it. You have never felt a love as pure as this, except for when you met Anthony, and nothing can ruin such a perfect moment. 

Benedict Bridgerton:

Benedict would be so calm about possibly having children with you. If you do have children, then they will be loved and adored - obviously. But if you don’t? Then that doesn’t matter. It means you two can continue your adventures together for a while longer, travelling wherever your heart desires, visiting galleries and indulging in your bohemian lifestyle with all your friends.

You have your freedom - even more so now that you’re married. Society doesn’t care what you do now that you’re no longer on the marriage mart. It’s liberating, and any pressure to produce heirs comes from only you or your loved ones, so it’s non-existent.  

However, if you did want children then Benedict would be more than eager to help create them… and get creative about doing so. 

“Benedict! That is not how a child is conceived… no wonder you’re a student of the arts. The academy of science would never admit you with such a lack of understanding about basic anatomy!”

“You’re right, my dear, but you have to admit - this is a hell of a lot more fun.” 

He would be nothing but supportive of you and so gentle every time your monthly bleed approached, especially if nothing happens. He understands how your hopes rise and how hard it hits you when you realise it hasn’t yet worked. He’d never insult you or diminish your feelings. 

If anything, he would be quick to shoulder any possible blame, refusing to let you even begin to suggest that it has anything to do with you or your body. You are perfect. End of - and he’ll fight anyone who suggests otherwise. 

“You can’t rush things, angel. After all, the best things are worth the time and effort. Michelangelo took over four years to finish the Sistine Chapel, and Da Vinci sixteen years to paint the Mona Lisa. Some things are worth the wait… and if it doesn’t happen how we wish, then we’re already creating something so beautiful between us. Our family will be perfect, no matter how it looks, how it comes about, or even when it does.”

And when it does? Well, then you’ve never seen him look so happy, tears pouring from his eyes as you confirm the good news.

You also fear for a moment that he’s about to swoon, he goes so pale and he even starts to breath heavily as he paces back and forth, muttering ‘I… I’m going to be a father? A father? Me?’. His imposter syndrome would hit him with full force and it would take several weeks for him to process it enough to calm down and be excited rather than terrified. However, he’d never have been anything other than positive towards you. You know it’s his love for your unborn child that makes him panic about being a good father.  

Also, he would be SO supportive once you are expecting. He would be there holding your hair back if you felt nauseous and bringing you endless cups of tea without you even asking. 

He wouldn’t complain in the slightest about staying in with you, rather than going to whatever social events his family had organised. As he argued, it gave him ample time to finish whatever piece he was working on next and he got to keep you company in the meantime. 

I just feel he’d paint something for the baby, whether it be a piece to hang on the wall of the nursery, or the wall of the nursery itself. You’d find him stood in front of the nursery wall, covered in paint, but beaming ear to ear. 

“It’s beautiful, Benedict.”

“Well, our baby should be allowed to enjoy the full beauty of a spectrum of colours, rather than just ‘white’ on the walls - and the sooner they begin to understand the art of composition, the better in my opinion.”

You would also be receiving gifts from all your artistically minded friends, which is heart-warming. They’d crown them their newest ‘little liberal’ and would devote themselves to ensuring your off-spring would have a well-rounded eduction about the higher arts of life - something Benedict is keen to endorse.  

“When are they not ‘too young’ to have an art tutor?” 

“Maybe wait till they can hold a paint brush first, Benedict.” 

“What about poetry?”

“Again, I think they should probably learn the alphabet before we try them on Wordsworth or Donne.” 

Given what he says in his book I know he’d secretly want a girl but you know that as long as it’s happy and healthy then that would be enough. After all, it would be yours, made from your love in a living, breathing creation greater than any painting or sculpture. 

He would be awe struck when you hand them to him, afraid he might break them somehow. He would just sit and stare at them for hours, admiring them like the finest sculpture.

“I promise to be the best possible father you could ever want, my love. I will do whatever I can to protect you and make you, and your mother, feel cherished. I won’t let you down… even if you turn out like most of your Uncles and have no idea what the difference is between a sonata and a sonnet.”  

[bangytell]

A cheating way jk| m

Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies And it's me and you, no she. Doja Cat— You right

Summary: Marriage isn't always a good fortune, or perhaps its only the person you married.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, smut

Rated: mature

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Non idol au! Infidelity, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of the use of alcohol, pet names, mentions of Namjoon, oral(f! receveing), unprotected sex, praise kink and I think that's all

a/n: I know some of you might have already seen this, im re-uploading, please be nice with your comments. Enjoy

The music pounding waves through your now drunk body as you dance along to the beat, and you feel a warm body approaching from behind you, too drunk to care that you sway your hips along his warm body, he chuckles into your skin and you feel a tickle. 

“Didn't know you're that fun to be around” his voice was deep and hypnotic

You didn't reply, but you looked as his curious look traveled up and down your body, the music was still so loud, and the dizziness of your thoughts made you believe that the best decision you could make is to kiss him.

You don't. You sit with your friends and try not to be wasted any longer. Your friends are laughing at some joke, and you focus your attention on the dance floor. He's not around anymore. You begin to feel that he was just some fantasy of your imagination. 

“Are you [Name] Kim?” The question comes from the man next to you. It's none other than him 

“Why would I give you that information?” he smiles wide, and your heart skips a beat 

“Well, gorgeous, you don't really have to, I know that is you” you arch an eyebrow

“How can a kid know me” his smile never leaves his mouth as he answers back

“How about I show you?” You shake your head in denial

“Look, honey, just get yourself home and forget about me”

“That's impossible” you chuckle “Even if I leave, you'll be in my mind” You show him the ring adorning your ring finger. He chuckles as you look confused 

“I'm not jealous” he leans in, and you get a soft sniff to his cologne. It's sweet and intoxicating 

As the night continues, he doesn't leave your side he tells you more about himself and he listens as you answer to his question, he looks and focus on your eyes, your friends are on the dancefloor and after another five drinks and the smell of his cologne closer and closer to your body lets him leave a hand on your thigh, you're laughing and his face is next to yours, his hot breath on your temple and you smile as you ask him: “And what's your name?” he chuckles and leads a hand to cup your face 

“Jungkook, and don't worry, you'll be saying it a lot tonight” You chuckle again, and he kisses you softly and hungrily his lips are soft, and so are his hands all over you.

The ride holding his back as he drives off on his bike to the nearest yet decent motel makes your stomach bubble up in excitement, you're married yes, but at this point there's no turning point.You arrive, he pays and leads you inside the room. He kisses you, and tries as hard as you can, to forget all your life's problems, and he notices how stiff your movements are and how difficult it is for you to live in this moment. 

“Is everything okay, doll?” You sit on the bed and cover your face with your hands

“I'm sorry, you're probably thinking I'm pathetic” he shakes his head in denial and kneels in front of you 

“Talk to me” you lock gaze with him, and he seems to have forgotten about the horniness in his body 

“I don't think this is a good idea” he nods and you talk again “You're amazing, and you make me feel wanted, desired, like a woman and not like someone's trash” 

“Why would you have such confidence in you?” You huff

“My husband, he's been unfaithful since the fourth month of our marriage, and we've been married for ten years now” you sigh, reminiscing how happy you were the first months 

“And why haven't you divorced?” You huff 

“It's a long story” his hands are on one of your thighs, caressing it as you sigh exasperated “Our families practically set our marriage from our cribs, he's been a heartthrob and I just play my part” 

“Is there any reason why you couldn't leave now? You must have some money of your own, and I know you have a career, so maybe you, you can…” you hold his hands 

“Don't feel so frustrated for me, we can forget about each other the next morning” he sighs 

“And if I don't want to?” You look at him in surprise. He cups your face and leans for a peck 

“Jungkook… I don't think this is good for you nor me” 

“Then just give me this night, give me just one chance to make you think of me” You sigh. His sweet touches and kisses make you agree as he hovers your body on the bed.

His kisses are wet and sloppy as your hands travel around his back, discharging his shirt, you take a moment to look at his wingspan and just at the sight your cunt yearns for him. He helps you take your dress from your head and notices the lack off bra, he cups your breasts with his hands and your body quivers at the cold breeze of the winter, soon his mouth has your nipple around his teeth, licking and sucking on one another making you moan his name and he hums into your skin, as a meal he enjoys. One of his hands is caressing your stomach, traveling down to discharge your panties and your hands are pulling his hair, the sound of his mouth making a wet mess all around your breasts makes you shiver. And he adores the taste of you, the smell of your perfume as he leaves a trail of kisses making his way to your pussy. 

He might be young but he knows exactly where and how to get you started, his tongue presses against your clit and loud pants leaves your mouth, soon, his licks become precise and slowly. He's taking his time eating you out, making your toes curling, and a moaning mess. Your hands are once again on his hair, swirling the strands of hair as you moan and mewl his name. 

He adores the way you say his name, the saccharine moans that leave your mouth and the way one of your hands is gripping the sheets in a attempt so stop the way your body keeps meeting his mouth, the way you close your thighs and try to swirl around him, his hands hold you in place as you shout “ ‘m cumin!” He continues the pace he has as you close your eyes, gripping the sheets stronger and letting your juices go through Jungkook's tongue. You're panting as he pulls his pants down, he gets you comfortable as his tip slides against your clit and he moans at the sloppiness of your cunt. He gets inside of you with a guttural sound from his mouth, he grips from your arms as he pounds into you, harder yet slow. 

“You take me in so well… almost like ngh… almost like your pussy made for me” he moans your name and looks in your eyes, he enjoys the way you're not able to maintain the contact, the way you're saying his name and the way your skin sounds every time he crashes into you.

he's pounding, bullying your walls as you scream at the overstimulation, his hands are now around your neck and you know he's done this before, by the way you're feeling the lack of blood through your head, his pace fastens, his movements are less precise and he cums into you with a guttural moan. The weight of his body on you and the heavy panting makes you feel in bliss. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and the sticky feeling has him giving you a worried look. 

“Don't worry ‘bout it” you chuckle, he gives you your clothes and as you dress you feel his gaze upon you “you're going to wear me out” 

“You're so beautiful” you chuckle and pat the empty space in bed, he lays with you and cuddles as you doze off to sleep. 

In the morning the bed was empty, only a small trace of his cologne makes you remember the night before. There's a small note on the nightstand, he has pretty handwriting. 

If you still want to give me moments to remember, call me

His phone number with a small heart drawing. 

The ride home was automatic, nobody was waiting for your arrival and that made your heart clench.  

You call the number on the note, wondering if it was the right decision, you're getting yourself full of bad decisions. 

“Hey, doll” you smile 

“How did you know it was me” he chuckles 

“I've been answering every call from my work hoping that it was finally you” your heart skip a beat 

“Are you free tonight?” you bite your under lip anxiously 

“For you, I'm free now” you chuckle 

“No Jungkook, I have some meetings today, so at night maybe…” he might believe I'm pathetic

“Alright, but I'll take you to dinner before, don't worry I'll text you the address, bye doll” he hangs up and you hear your front door opening, is your husband. 

“Hey [name] I'm just looking for something don't wait for me tonight” you huff 

“Your mom called, she wanted to know if-...” he cuts you mid sentence 

“I know, she called me earlier, since you can't leave even a text” you scoff 

“Go to hell Namjoon” he smiles and grabs his coat on the door 

“Already there babe” a loud thud leaves you alone in that big house again. 

Your day is filled with the reminiscence of the memories from the amazing night he gave you. You have a smile like no other, and as the night arrives, you're back at your house. He texted the address of a nice restaurant, you hear the front door, and your husband appears at your dorm.

“going somewhere?” he grins, and you find that… odd

“not like you care” you answer bitterly, and he chuckles 

“you wouldn't like to be messing with your perfect reputation, are you?” You chuckle this time 

“stop acting like you even care about me, ‘m out” you leave, and his words are a muffled sound as you walk away, you won't allow him to walk you like that ever again. 

The restaurant is further away than what you had in mind, but everything looks perfect as you arrive, there is a host welcoming you and you realize as the host walks you to his reservation that every table is inside a room, you couldn't hear nothing more than the sounds of your heels hitting the floor. 

A slide door opens, and Jungkook has a rose in his hands as he welcomes you inside. He gives you a peck on your cheek, and you feel the heat coming through them. 

“You look beautiful, angel” you smile and sit down. The host has long been gone, and as you too chat about your day, a waitress comes in 

Jungkook orders, asks you if that's okay with you and you nod in agreement, the fact that he's so considerate about you, he cares about your opinion, and overall he just seems so good to be true. 

The night goes smoothly, you laugh and be touchy with him all the time, around his chest, his back, his hands, and he does the same with you. It is an impossible task to try and keep your hands to yourselves.  

“Is there a way I can have you tonight?” you giggle as he caresses your back, the wine in your system has you dizzy enough

“ ‘m here” he chuckles, you're sitting besides each other and yet, he pulls you to his lap, his hot breath on your neck and his hands are on your waist.

“You know what I meant gorgeous” you shake your head in denial and he kisses the gap between your neck and your shoulder, your body shivers. 

“I do know, nevertheless, ‘m not positive this is a great idea” he nods, kissing your neck and stealing a sigh from you 

“Don't think about it, do you like me?” you lock gaze with him and nod “Then just do it” you cover your face for a second, unsure of how this will impact in your future, his warm hands take yours out of your temple “ can't force you into wanting this but” his hands pull you to him, his hot breath now on your breasts as he leans for a kiss on your skin “I think that you shouldn't think about good or bad, but what actually makes you feel something” you nod and pull him into a needy kiss, his lips are always soft and his breath smells to wine, his cologne is intoxicating every reasonable thought in your brain. 

After that night, many more had come, for a week you've been seeing him in motels and the restaurant, he texts you how much he misses you during the day, and he fucks you dumb at night just so you won't miss him that much the next morning–which you actually do–Two long weeks now and for this one night you can't see him, your husband hosts a party at you house and you have to attend.

You wear a beautiful champagne dress with your hair up and every guest gives you compliments as you walk through the room. Your husband has you from the waist as you try to smile to the guests he's going on and on about how gorgeous you are, and how he feels he won the lottery–all lies of course– the night goes smoothly, at midnight almost everyone is out, your husband is holding hands with a pretty young woman, he's too drunk to even care about being watched, you say goodbye to your guests as you see them walk off, to your bed. You follow them, the girl giggles at some stupid joke he just made, you hear the door opening and you rush yourself to not let them use the bed you're sleeping in tonight. 

“Namjoon, you better not be planning on fucking her on my bed” he scoffs

“It's also my bed, so I do what I'm pleased” you sigh, grabbing the girl from her arm and pulling her beside you 

“Leave, both of you” she looks scared and you try to look calm to her, she nods and walks away as your husband stands and push you “You didn't just do that to me” 

“You always ruin my fun” you scoff

“Namjoon, just take the guests room, and get away from me” 

“I thought that by giving you someone to fuck you'll be more accessible” your breath stucks on your throat, you look at him perplexed at his words

“What do you mean?” he looks at you 

“You actually believed that a young handsome man would wanna fuck you for free?” he spits and you shake your head in denial 

he wouldn't, would he?

“You're too old for that” he chuckles and your blood boils in anger. 

“Leave” he scoffs “you can't hear me? leave!” he stands  and walks towards you

“you'll regret this” he walks past you and leaves your house.

you cry your eyes out all night until the sun travels to your eyes making you wake up, your phone is buzzing, the name of your mother on the screen and after a long sigh you answer.

“can you explain to me why Namjoon’s mother just called me all hysterical?”

“well mother hello to you too, good morning” you huff

“This is a serious matter [name] they’ve been our friends since high school”

“So, you're telling me that she’ll stop being your friend just because I don't wanna continue being married to his stupid son?” You scoff

“no! is not that, but… we have a business they are our biggest investor, we could…”

“if this is ‘bout money, I have money” she sighs, and your doorbell announces a guest “gotta go mom”

when you open the door, you wouldn't expect it to be Jungkook, messy hair and heavy breaths, and that desperate look on his eyes… It is also filled with guilt 

“Am I welcome in?” You lift an eyebrow in response 

“Why should I let you in?” You scoff, and his soft features soften at your harsh tone 

“listen, I know that idiot made me look…”  

“just as an idiot, such as him” he nods at your interruption 

“ ‘m aware, but please listen and understand me” 

“I shouldn't” he nods in response and gazes at you with his big doe eyes

“but please…” you sigh and let him in. You close the door behind him, and as soon as your hands are free, he holds them. “he did offered me money, we had a deal… and ‘m a stupid college student with two part time jobs he sweetened his deal” you don't talk, you only gaze upon him in disbelief “he told me to get you to bed and then he'll give me the money” 

“how much?” he shake his head in deny 

“I didn't got a penny from him” you look surprise 

“but you…” 

“I wanted you to feel the same way I felt by meeting you, you changed me, changed my view of the world, my life wouldn't be the same without you” his words sound sincere and his desperate look makes you believe in him

“he said…” your voice gets muffled by his lips, he holds and cups your face and waist closer to him

“Angel… please believe me” he kisses you once more, gently and caressing your blushed cheek 

“I dunno Jungkook, I'm older than you and…” he scoffs

“You're only like eight years older than me and I really don’ care ‘bout that” you chuckle 

“ ‘m only twenty eight Koo” he chuckles

“see? even better, and yes, keep calling me that” you chuckle as you give in to his embrace 

“I was thinking maybe calling you… love” he hugs you closer, the strands of hair touches your face and his hot breath lights something within you 

“You believe me?” you nod, even if Namjoon has told you something he's always looking for a way to hurt you, Jungkook kisses you once more and you feel like melted ice cream into his arms, your hands try to grip from his shoulders as the kiss deepens his hands wander around your back till one of his arms helps you from the knee for him to carry you to the bedroom–by your directions– You're quite unsure of the moment, you've only decided to believe in him, this is still being in an affair, he's still that young man and anxiety kicks in. his lips and hands undressed you as he kissed every inch of skin he found. 

“Is everything okay doll?” you nod and he stops his movements “you don't seem good” you sigh 

“I don’ wanna think ‘bout that now” you kiss him and pull his shirt and notice a playful grin on his lips, he’s so husky and big for a man his age, you caress his soft and warm body as the rest of the clothes that remain on each of you leaves your body. 

You don’t care, it has only been two or three weeks. You know your feelings are true and even if he doesn’t feel it in the same intensity you can enjoy it while it lasts.

Soon his mouth found the way to your dripping cunt he licks and sucks in the way he knows you'll see stars sooner than later. your hands grip to the sheets while saccharine moans escape your breath as his tongue rides you along your orgasm. He licks off the rest of the juices that left your pussy and he hums in content at the sight of it, you're drunk of his features, of his husky body embracing you closer to slide his cock along your folds, with a pant and a moan from him as he slides inside your walls his thrust are slow and his gaze is

fixated on you, the way you are hugging him closer and your hot breath is on his ear as his movements become faster and harder. 

“You feel so good doll…” he moans as your nails grip his back youre leaving mark for sure and he doesnt care at this point, he loves how desperate you sound as he fuck you dumb. his hands are between your ears and the silver chain moves along him, he’s so dreamy you wanna make sure you're awake to be feeling this way, to be so filled with him. 

Jungkook pulls away from your body but his pace doesn't change, now his thumb caresses the nub of nerves to pull you into another orgasm, only the sound of your skin crashing each other's body fills the room. He praises at your moans, at the way you call his name in a desperate mewl. You need him deeper if that's even possible. You need him to fill you up and as he continues you soon reach another orgasm as he, with a guttural moan fills your cunt with his cum. You're dripping while he enjoys seeing the way your hole clenches in search of his cock once more, as if its never enough, cause its not. He gets up to dress again, you cover yourself with your favorite silk robe as the door opens and your husband gasps in surprise.

“You… whore…” he attempts to reach you, but Jungkook quickly steps up in front of you, he’s only in pants and you notice the way he���s almost bursting in anger.

“Don’t call her that” he’s voice is harsh and almost too deep

“And who do you think you are kid?” he tries to push him, but Jungkook doesn’t move 

“C’mon Namjoon, don’ do this” he gasps and step away

“You fucked in my bed and you have the audacity to ask me not to do things” you scoff

“You've done it too, many, many times, and I just got tired of your cheating ass” he huffs

“I’ll ruin you” you scoff and step up from behind Jungkook “And your family too” you scoff at his intent to try to intimidate you

“Leave my house” you say in response, he gasps and tries to grab your arm “Aint saying things twice Namjoon”

“You'll never see the end of this” you huff as he turns and close the door while he leaves

He can’t scare you anymore, you made sure to have things your way, to have most things under your name and his attempts of threat would go unnoticed. Jungkook hugs you when he notices the way your body trembles, he kisses your forehead as he sits on the bed with you on his lap.

You sigh, feeling relief and warmth within you from the man holding you dearly. He hums in your ear as you calm down, you know you want to be with him, for real and as long as he lets you.

“Jungkook?” he gaze you and nods 

“Yes princess?” you sigh fidgeting your fingers

“Can we… date?” he huffs

“No, I'm supposed to ask you that!” he holds you by your waist, closer to his body “Date me [name]” you nod and giggle at his question 

“You're not… unsure, given how everything went between us?” he shakes his head in deny

“No princess, I wanna be with you, doesn't matter how things were” your heart beats with joy “Sometimes you gotta cheat your way through”

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you and me by: woodchoc_magnum "an alternate ending to season 6, where buck realises that what he's been searching for has been right in front of him the whole time" word count: 55k important tags: getting together, angst with a happy ending, alternate ending, first kiss, smut, taking care of each other no one has to know what we do by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "five times the firefam find out about buck and eddie accidentally and one time it’s on purpose." word count: 4.1k important tags: relationship reveal, family feels got nothing but love for you (fall more in love everyday) by: smilingbuckley "5 times buck and eddie are almost caught + 1 time they are" word count: 6k important tags: hiding, mild sexual content, first dates, dorks in love, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort i give my hand to you with all my heart by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "eddie and buck go on a trip to big sur that changes their lives for ever." word count: 16k important tags: road trip, first kiss, first time, love confessions, friends to lovers to husbands.

no one knew (series) by: prosperdemeter "chimney, unknowingly, crashes date night." word count: 24k important tags: established relationship, oblivious!chimney, outsider pov their not so secret secret by: exporerofworlds "the five times the team suspected buck and eddie were together and the one time they knew." word count: 8.3k important tags: 5+1 things, fluff, angst, jealous!eddie diaz, found family, love confessions, soft!buddie let's take our time, baby (love lasts forever) by: lizzybizzyzzz "after a day full of sex-related calls on buck and eddie's three month anniversary, one member of the 118 catches them in a compromising position." word count: 7.1k important tags: humour, dirty thoughts, anniversary, hijinks & shenanigans, dirty jokes, fluff what would you do, if they never found us out? by: my_hopeless_opus "eddie and buck are secretly dating, but they get caught." word count: 5.4k important tags: hurt!buddie, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, couch cuddles, coming out

the sacred experience of intimacy by: princessfbi "don't speak... just kiss me." "wha—" the sound of surprise from buck was lost in an instant the moment eddie's lips crashed into his. the loud bass of the bar drifted away to the thundering of his own heart beating into his chest, roaring in his ears, and leaving him thrumming with the way it made his pulse points jump beneath his skin. eddie’s hand was heavy on the back of his neck. heavy and all encompassing as it anchored buck into the moment rather than letting him drift away with the breathlessness that was making him dizzy with disbelief." word count: 10k important tags: developing relationship, getting together, soft!buddie, taking care of each other, friends with benefits sinful lips of an angel by: justsmilestuffhappens "eddie getting flustered watching buck eat a popsicle at work on a very hot day in la. (sorry but buck's lips are sinful and eddie is only human) word count: 2.6k important tags: 5+1 things, oral fixation, teasing, bets & wagers, food kink, implied sexual content

if these walls could talk by: bellafarella "buck and eddie try to keep their new relationship a secret from their 118 family on a 24-hour shift. they’re not as subtle as they think." word count: 3k important tags: stolen moments, established relationship, kissing, love confessions, idiots in love, showering together, getting caught

off the cuff by: bigfootsmom "buck and eddie had plans for how they were going to reveal their relationship to their friends and teammates, but mother nature and some stubborn handcuffs are unreasonably good at ruining said plans." word count: 4.5k important tags: relationship reveal, handcuffs, humour, minor injuries, earthquakes

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[yanderefarm]

I read something yesterday and I was thinking...

I love the idea of us being absolutely horrible to our boys Yan, but I'm missing their craziness a little (and they're not already kind of crazy)

BUT imagine: After a lot of small talk in a random bar, Yan is slowly losing all his self-control.

He came in the tightest, most revealing and sluttiest outfit he has, why haven't you jumped on him and fucked his needy little hole yet!? He came ready for it!!

Imagine that here we don't have anything serious with them (yet), but they know you want them! They can see it, you just need a little push, that's for sure.

So he drugs us. At first it was just a little thing, a little bit in your drink, nothing too serious, until he saw how much more relaxed, relaxed and... approachable you became.

Then he took you to a dark corner and started sticking syringes in your arm - what? He's a man prepared, of course I would bring something like this!

the rest is history, just a brainless idiot darling with an absolute hard-on - what the hell did yan give him?? no one knows, all we know is that it worked and that yan will love every second of what comes next...

after this you won't be able to say you don't love him, you attacked him last night, deal with the consequences and take care of him!

anyway, I wrote this thinking about Ares, for me this suits him hahaha (and MAYBE in ftm too, you know, tying you to him with a baby and stuff...

damn this got way longer than I expected, but I hope you got the idea, and feel comfortable ignoring it if you want😞 love youuu

cw;; violence towards reader, noncon (towards reader)

i can 100% see this with ares or noemie or even nephite.

getting you to fuck them in the alley and taking pictures of it to blackmail you. you have to take responsibility.

honestly yeah we need more of the yans taking out their crazy on the reader and not other people.

drugging you, locking you up, threatening you all because they looove you.

ares would be inviting you out to drinks. maybe in this version you have reservations about sleeping with a married man but you still want to be his friend. he can't stand that though. he can't stand that you like him. that you want him. but you're too scared. so one night when you go out together he drugs your drinks, he takes your stumbling body to the alleyway and despite your state you still reject him. "you're so pretty.... but mark." give him a break. its ok!! he brought more. he injects the aphrodisiacs right into your tongue and soon you're more dizzy with lust. and of course blackmail. if you just keep fucking him like an animal he won't show his husband that you forced yourself on him.

nephite too like being allowed to come out to the city for a date and he's supposed to be so well behaved but it's you. he loves you. he knows you're supposed to be the one he marries!! he stole some medicine from the church, he knows it's bad but it won't be once he brings you home. but you're being so respectful of him and his religion. honestly how dare you make him fall in love with you even more!!! on your date he just slips a little something into your drink, even he doesn't know what it is but it makes alphas crazy. you bring him back to your apartment and when you wake up he has a bunch of bruises and scratches and pictures of them. he's crying. you ruined him now the cult is going to throw him out if you don't marry him!!

and for noemie i think it would be college au and he's certain that you're the killer he's been lusting after. he just needs you to open up. its an accident! he thought these were supposed to just loosen you up he didn't expect it to make you so desperate. he's not going to deny a gift like this though. he ties you to your desk and rides you for hours and only once he's literally dripping cum does he think that he should take pictures to make it look like you came onto him. he has to stage it and then take a bunch of pictures of himself. now you have to stay with him because he knows your secret and he can ruin your career!!

[deadqueerboys]

Now we need headcanons of them trapping reader with a baby i guess 🧌

Here it is!! I did a perfect lore on Dream's and I got lazy with the other, my bad chat.

Dream

It wasn't a consensual decision. He made you get pregnant without even asking you. One night, after a fight, he came over to the room. He apologized and said it would never happen again. It was too good to be true. He started touching you, caressing your thighs and arms before he kisses you, and starts to caress you under your shirt. He cups your boobs and then he leads his hand under your panties.

It wasn't fast. He did it really slow. He wanted you to be comfortable enough so he could cum inside without you asking him any questions. He was really into it. It was one of his biggest kinks and he loved the idea of having a baby.

In the next two weeks, he kept being nice and gentle. It seemed like he really changed, but he didn't. When you got the pregnancy test, it came positive. You didn't know what to do, so you cried on his shoulder. He faked being surprised, and he gave you the best hug ever.

He took care of you for some months, and then he really started to be an asshole again. Going out without telling you where he went, spending more time with his friends and coming home drunk.

"You know what? You can't leave me. What is going to happen with the baby? You don't have enough money to take care of him, and you don't even have a job. You need me so he can have a better life." Dream said while drunk, he could he dizzy and dumb, but he knew what he was saying was true.

There is where you noticed it. He trapped you. You really didn't have any place to go, his house was the only home you ever had and now it will be the same for the baby. He could change.. right? For the kid? No. He wouldn't change.. he would never change, unless he's lying.

Sapnap

With Sapnap, it was different. It was totally consensual. He teased you enough to finally have you agree to get pregnant. He was being so kind, always bringing you everything you wanted. Buying new clothes for the baby so he could have a better life. He knows he's a gentle father, but an awful husband.

He slowly becomes more aggressive with you, always saying how ugly you look and how it would be lucky if the baby doesn't have your face or traits.

Sapnap was toxic, it wasn't a surprise tho, you knew what you were doing. All of your friends and even his friends always warned you about how crazy he can be. It wasn't so bad, until one day..

"Get the fuck away from me!" Sapnap screams, throwing an beer bottle in the wall. He got closer to you pretty quickly, grabbing your chin before he spoke again. "You're such a bitch, you think I don't know about you wanting other guys while I'm working to give you and our baby a good life?!" He finished, slapping your cheek. It got red, and you were crying, and instead of comforting you, he just went upstairs. "Do what you want, but you won't take my baby away from me."

That was it, this was your last talk, because in the next days he refused himself to talk to you. He just checked on you in some random hours of the day, making sure you were eating well and taking care of his baby.

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 12

Time for Eliza's birthday!

For reasons you'll soon read about her style change happens sporadically over this part

Tiana's thoughts will be in brackets for communication

Bob: She’s asleep, it took a while but she’s snoring now

Eliza: You do a good job with her Bob

Bob: I guess. I just feel like she deserves the world and I fall short

Eliza: Hey, you never fall short to me or our older kids. Tiana will be no different. That's just your gloomy side trying to throw you off. Now, care for some birthday celebration

Bob: But your birthday isn’t until tomorrow

Eliza: Is it? I guess I’ll go to bed by myself then

Bob: *laughs* No you don’t! Come back here, let me treat you

As normal Eliza doesn’t need much convincing to join her husband in bed.

3:30am and Tiana wakes with a start. What is she doing here? This isn’t the crib it’s… the playmat? How did she get here? Sounds like a pile of poop to her. To emphasize this she poops her diaper in angry infant mode.

Eliza: Good morning Tiana. Mother's just come to check on you

Tiana: *coos in grumpy* (wakeup time is the worst, what's so great about being awake)

Eliza: Now I’m afraid daddy seems to have come down with Starey Eyes so it’ll be you and me against the world today

Tiana: *coos in still grumpy* (daddy was going to show me cooking)

Eliza: Hey there miss grump, you really don’t like wakeup time do you? I guess we’ll have to find something fun to do

Eliza scoops up Tiana and blows a big raspberry on her tummy before carrying the grumpy infant to her ensuite. Tiana angrily fusses all the way but doesn't have enough coordination to flail out of Eliza's grip.

Eliza: Now Tiana this big thing is called a bath and here we have a seat, just for you. How about that

Tiana: *coos curiously* (is it comfy)

Eliza: Let’s take off your- oh you used your diaper, lovely

Tiana: *smiles* (it's warm in here, I think I'll pee)

Eliza nestles Tiana in the special infant seat and fills the tub with warm water and bubbles, constantly checking the temperature. Tiana smiles as Eliza tickles her nose and she tries to pat at the bubbles. When she is all clean Eliza gets her dressed and feeds her a bottle.

Bob may be feeling awful but feels like he would be a failure as a chef if he can’t make his own wife a birthday cake. Despite his head screaming at him and generally feeling dizzy he goes through the motions of cake making, luckily all the past bakes help him do the process pretty quickly given the circumstances. Then he rings in to let his boss know he’s ill before adding candles and heading back to bed.

Onyx: Happy Birthday mother! I thought you were going to have a party

Eliza: Your dad isn’t well so I decided to cancel

Onyx: Make a wish mother

Eliza: *laughs* okay, here goes

Adulthood has reached Eliza! In celebration Tiana grabs her feet for the first time and Onyx gives Strawberry a loving pat.

Eliza: Good luck for the exams

Onyx: Thank mother but I don’t need luck, I studied

Eliza: That’s my kid!

Onyx: See you after school Tiana

Tiana: *coos questioningly* (where is sibling going, sibling not leave me) *cries*

Eliza: Oh Tiana, it's alright. Onyx will be back later, yes they will

Tiana: *sniffles* (mother promise?)

Eliza works on some tummy time with Tiana who learns how to roll onto her back! Strawberry is impressed. Eliza settles the infant on the mat for a nap and goes to grab a late breakfast. She eats it on the couch while talking to the dogs. Not the birthday she imagined, but one that she doesn’t mind. Hopefully all this time at home will help her be full of energy when she returns back to work.

Eliza is happy to spend the main part of the day cleaning while Bob rests up. Once Tiana has finished her nap Eliza begins a dance workout. Soon enough she has to stop however as Tiana has begun to sparkle while she plays with her toys.

Eliza: Are you going to have a milestone honey

Tiana: *giggles and coos* (I am mother so you don't need to trade me)

Eliza: You’re laughing! Oh that’s adorable! Daddy will be impressed, yes he will

Excited at her daughter’s progress Eliza decides to give a game of peek-a-boo a go. Unfortunately Tiana worries her mother has disappeared and bursts into tears.

Tiana: *cries* (Mother is gone! Why did she leave me! Did I do something wrong? I was trying hard for her and daddy)

Eliza: Oh I’m sorry! Mother is here, mother is here

Tiana: *sniffles and coos* (promise to never leave me again mother)

Eliza scoops Tiana in her arms and cuddles the infant close until she stops sniffling. The pair are practicing sitting when Onyx and Fergus arrive home.

Eliza: How was the aquarium

Fergus: Fine, I've got homework. See you and Tiana later

Tiana: *coos and wobbles* (so this is sit)

Onyx: Mother, great news, I aced my exams! Again! Can we maybe talk about getting a horse now

Eliza: That’s it Tiana, keep your head up. Oh I don’t know Onyx, the household is pretty full

Onyx: But mother-

Eliza: Darling if you look outside does it even look like we have room for a horse

Onyx: *points* Yes it- OMG MOTHER

Eliza: Oh dear Tiana, your sibling is pretty loud when they want to be

Tiana: *giggles* (Onyx is funny)

With a chorus of thank you’s over their shoulder Onyx races outside where they spotted the foal Eliza had purchased for them.

Onyx: Oh you are pretty. What shall I call you? Hmm, I know, Maelstrom! Yeah, that’s a good name

Maelstrom: *neighs* Hi

Onyx: Oh how rude of me, are you hungry? Do you want some milk

Maelstrom eagerly grips on to the bottle Onyx holds for her and guzzles away.

Onyx: You know, I wanted a horse but a foal is even better. Now we get to spend more time together! I know I have cheer and school and stuff but I’ll be your best friend, I promise

Maelstrom: *neighs* sounds good to me

The foal spent the evening running around the property having a good time. Unfortunately the exploring took its toll and Maelstrom began to feel scared. Hearing the change in general noises from their bedroom Onyx went to comfort their new foal. Maelstrom was skittish from the new big world but with love and affection returned to being happy. Looks like Onyx is a natural.

And at midnight Bob felt well enough to put in some dad time. After giving Tiana a cuddle he knelt down and practiced sitting with her.

Bob: And up we go, how is that huh

Tiana: *giggles* (I up for daddy)

Bob: Who’s the cutest infant in the world? Is it you? Is it you sitting

Tiana: *giggles* (I am cute)

Bob: Alright and back down we go. Wait, what are you doing honey? Eliza!

Eliza comes rushing into the nursery in time to see Tiana roll from her back to her tummy all by herself. Bob is overjoyed and Eliza gives Tiana a snuggle, telling her how proud they are.

That’s it for this chapter of the Pancakes. With 3 new additions (4 if you count the dust bunny) the household is now running at maximum size. I didn't get as much done with the teens as I had planned but hey, can't make real life not happen. Thanks for your patience and support readers!

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[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XI

"What was that about?" I asked Aemond, my eyes lingering on Alicent as she talks to Enith and Ser Krey.

I wondered what she was asking them.

"...I don't know." Aemond utters.

I turn away from the queen to look at her favorite son, up close aemond looked miserable, his face was flush and his eyes were averted as we sway together.

"Have you been crying?" Aemond snapped his head up to look at me.

"No!" he exclaimed hastily, "Don't be ridiculous." He brush his hand over his cheeks as he tries to hide the evidence, he sniff looking away making me stare at him a bit longer.

My hand was resting on his arm as his hand rest on my waist, his left hand was attached my own as we shuffle not really dancing as either of was in the mood. I could sense aemond chargin as he clench his jaw and his throat contracted, when he finally had enough he turn away and glare at me.

"Stop staring at me." He hissed.

I narrow my eyes at him for a second, half of my mind wanted to ask what was going on with him and listen like I do with Enith and Ser Krey, knowing how horrible it feels to keep things locked in, I always offer to lean an ear to them. But, the other half of my mind couldn't help but remind me of this man in front of me, the one that hurt me in ways that I never thought possible. My displeasure for Aemond out weight my kindness, so I looked away from him and distracted myself with watching others as they enjoy the feast.

I heard Aemond sigh, he didn't say nothing else as we sway in the same spot, distracting ourselves from our strained marriage.

After what felt like an hour, Aemond stopped swaying making me stop as well and look at him.

"I'm done with this, let's get a drink." He asked bluntly taking his hands away from me.

I thought about for a minute, I only had one drink this entire night and I need atleast three more before feeling dizzy.

"Yeah, why not my feet are killing me anyways." I agreed.

Aemond only nod, he held out his elbow for me, I took it without a second thought and aemond lead me through the sea of lords and ladies, we finally found a servant serving wine. Aemond pluck two glasses from the platter just as the servant walked away to attend to other guests, he pass one to me and held the other near his lips.

I was about to take a sip from my cup when I heard my name being called by a familiar soft and unappaling voice. We turn to see Lady Weaver and her husband, Lord Weaver, he walk a step behind his wife. She walk with a small smirk when her eyes landed on me.

As Lord Weaver took to pulling Aemond away, his wife took to torment me.

"Princess Jaenara, so nice to see you again," Lady Weaver bows her head, I return her pleasantries, "I grew worried when I saw you swift away, are you alright?" She asked.

I smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine now, just needed to..." Get away from you and your horde of imbeciles, "...talk to my grandfather."

Lady Weaver nod her head slowly with a look, she put on a mask of uncertainty before talking.

"Oh, that's good to hear, I thought you left because of me." I did. I smiled holding in what I really wanted to say and choose the better option. 

"What? Why would you think that." I questioned.

Lady Weaver glance at Aemond and her husband, before she look back at me as she make her closer to me. I give her weird look, glancing her up and down at her close proximity.

"When I saw you leave, I thought it was because of...you know..." she starts with a look making me quirk a brow at her, "...baby talk and I know you lost your little girl moons ago, and I just felt so awful about talking like that in front of you." She lowered her voice when she mentioned my baby, I couldn't help but look at her in surprised.

"Oh, n-no, you...no, I was barely listening, so hard feelings..." I trail off not know what else to say.

Lady Weaver squint her eyes at me with a look for a second before plastering on a calm expression.

"Oh, that's good to hear then," I hum in response, not liking the edge in her tone, "It must be hard for you...to talk about her I mean." I tilt my head to the side.

"Sometimes."

Lady Weaver hums.

"I can't imagine going through that, I think I'll just die if that befalls any of my sons." I nod not giving her a response, she so good at acting it's amazing, I wonder if she thinks I'm that sheltered that I can't tell when she's pretending, I may not listen to every conversation these women had but I have listened in from time to time to know that these proclaim good mothers treat their children more like pawns than actual children, I glance at Aemond as Lord Weaver talks to him, "How did she go again?" She asked making me look back at Lady Weaver.

One of the things I disliked about Lady Weaver was her disingenuousness, every word she spoke to me, never sounded sincere or genuine. I always that every word she spoke was a jab, and like always her jabs goes from mean  to plain ignorance.

"...The maester doesn't have a term for it yet, but from what I was told, she went to sleep and..." I stopped to take a second, "...didn't wake up." I finish suddenly solemn.

It took days of begging from me to finally get told happened to Visenya, I could see how it pained Enith to speak about it. It was rather irksome to hear, one moment Enith was holding the fussing baby rocking her to sleep and then, no more than a hour, she goes to check on the babe only to find visenya not moving. It took so much in me to not curse the gods, to not get on vermithor and tear down the sept. I thought it was unfair that the gods delivered her to me safely knowing she was too early to be born, it felt like a cruel joke as I remembered how she looked. How can they give me that beautiful child, and then snatch her away?

"That's so horrible." I nod my head numbly, "...but, atleast she's with the gods now, safe and protected being looked after by her brothers and sisters." I snap my eyes at her, my upper lip almost curls at her words.

"Excuse me?" I asked tersely.

A look of panic colored lady weaver's pale face,  she mask it with  shock and backtracked.

"Forgive me, that was insensit--"

"Yes, it was." I resorted, Lady Weaver pressed her lips together, "Now, I see what the queen talks about when I'm not around." I huffed.

"The Queen doesn't, she didn't--"

"I know she did, so spare me." I snapped again.

Lady Weaver looked at me worried.

"Please, don't tell the queen." She whispered pleading as she take a step closer, "If she knew she have my family and I banished from court," I stare blankly at her in silence, it seems each second that I didn't say something the more she panics, "Please, princess, you can't tell her, I can't be the reason my husband was thrown out, he will never forgive me and-and he resent me for it. Oh, please, princess, you are the only one with a soul in this place, show me mercy."

I smirk in her face making her frown.

"I can't help you, but I can give you some advice," I offered with a sickly sweet smile, "If he takes a mistress, you think about taking some more hobbies."

The older woman twisted her face and scrunch up her nose at me.

"I thought you were suppose to me the kind one, but I see Alicent was right." I cross my arms over my chest, "Your just dense." She spat.

I turn away from her, I look beside me to Aemond to see him facing Lord Weaver but telling by the way his hand is clench in fist and his square jaw made come to the conclusion he was listening in. For how long? No idea. I look back at Lady Weaver to see her with the same scrunch up look, how easily she change from panic to penurious, I wonder what fear did the queen input in a lady like Lady Weaver to cause her to be so scared of Alicent. Until it clicked.

"Dense." I said slowly letting it roll off my tongue as I stare at the her thoughtful, "Is that what you also think of me, lady weaver?" She look at me with a sneer.

"Dense isn't the word I use for you, but yes," she said.

I hum.

"What would you use to describe me, lady weaver." I inquired.

"Where do I begin, maybe i start off with simple, and then work my way up to dull then back to dense," She jeer with a grin, "And finishwith pathetic, from what the queen said that fits you perfectly." She finish with a careless small smile, "When the queen first told us about you, I didn't think you survive this long, the queen and I even talking about marrying my daughter off to aemond when you were bed ridden after the birth, she felt that my sweet flower would make a better wife than uou." I raised my brow.

"You mean the same sweet daughter that was found on her hands and knees with the stable boy by the creek?"

Lady Weave's eyes widen.

"H-How–" she stuttered.

"Or are you talking about the one seen leaving a pillowhouse." I cock my head with a small cocky smile, "Are you talking about those daughters?" Lady Weaver glared at me, "Your not the only one who knows things, my lady." The older woman snarl at me, her eyes held so much anger that it made me smile wider.

I had no one to thank but enith and her gossipy mouth, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't know what be going on around the castle half of the time.

"My daughters still would have made a better match than you," I roll my eyes, doubting her words knowing that those girls would have been treated way worse than me.

"If you had any love for your daughters, you would rethink that." I unfold my arms and lift my cup to my lips.

Lady Weaver scoff now roll her eyes.

"What would you know," She hiss before she curl her lips giving her a dark look,"Your not a mother, probably never will be, you have no idea what I would do for my children."

Her words were like a slap in the face for me, there was time I did think that I was barren. That I will never have children, it was nice thought for a while until I went to visit the orphans in fleabottom. It's hard to ignore the warm feeling my chest when I see them, I want a child just not when aemond, its bad enough that we're married I don't want a child to bond us.

"Apologize." A gruff voice says breaking me out of my thoughts.

I blink twice before looking at Aemond as he stood towering over us, when did he get here, he glare at Lady Weaver as her husband stood behind the young man with a nervous look.

Lady Weaver was facing Aemond with a shock and terrified look.

"O-oh, I didn't..." He fix her with a look making her ditch trying to backtrack, "I-I'm sorry, my prince--."

"Not to me." His voice firm and hard, he motion his head to me, "To her."

Lady Weaver looked ill all of the sudden when aemond glance at me, she open and close her mouth, for the first time since we meet Lady Weaver is lost for words.

"Well?" Aemond snapped. 

Lady Weaver glance between Aemond and I, she finally face me again, I could tell she was having a hard time spotting the words out, so her husband helped her.

"For gods sake, gwendys, apologize." Lord Weaver hiss from beside Aemond.

I glance at lord Weaver as he glares at his wife, I turn my eyes back to Lady Weaver to see her cringe at her husband's stern voice before clearing her throat.

"I...I'm sorry, princess." She said reluctantly with her eyes averted.

"For." Aemond continues.

"Being rude." She swallow the lump in her throat.

"And."

"And speaking out of line." She adds.

"And." Lady Weaver's eyes widen when she looked Aemond, the prince stared back at her with empty expression as he waits.

"A-And for..." She glance at Aemond unsure what else to say but looks back at you, "...being disrespectful and calling you all those bad things, I'm sorry." She finished, she looks at aemond for approval.

But, Aemond was staring me, I look back at him with similar look.

"I'm not apologizing to her." I deadpan.

The corner of Aemond's mouth lifted for a second before righting itself.

"I don't expect you too, I was going to ask if  you accept lady weaver's apology." I make a face of realization, I glance at the  brunette woman who stare back at me with a look of help making me turn back to aemond.

"I guess." I said with a bored tone.

Aemond looks at me with that familiar glint in his orb, I roll my eyes as he smirks at me.

"Leave us." He turns with a dark look at Lady Weaver.

She swallows before bowing her head at aemond before me, she hurries away with her husband in toe.

I shook my head watching after her, I look away bringing my cup to my lips and down the delicious wine, without a thought. It was quiet between aemond and I again, we stood around watching everyone enjoy the evening, nothing but music and chatter from the guest filled the silence between us. After a while I heard Aemond sniff. 

"Let's go for a walk." Aemond ask out of no where catching me off guard.

I look at him taken back, he turn to me with a neutral expression.

"What about your mother?" I asked, he shrugged before moving in front of me.

"What about her." He asked, taking my hand before pulling me along.

Allow it. I glance over my shoulder trying to find either Enith or Ser Krey, enithbwas no where to be found, I look over my other shoulder and made eye contact with Ser Krey. He look with chargin written all over his face, I give him a small frown, but he turn his head away upset.

I look away from him feeling bad, this is why I didn't want to start a affair with him, Krey wears his heart on his sleeves, he had hinted numerous of time that he had feelings for me and no matter how much I try to let him down and remind that what we were doing was just sexual. He still stayed. Why? I don't know. I was adamant about my decision, but yet he still stays with me, and i been scared to ask why.

I am brought out of my thoughts when the cool wind blows causing goosebumps to scatter over my arms, I look around and realize we are outside in the garden. I glance up seeing the ink filled sky with its shiny stars and full moon gazing down at us, I shudder again when the wind blew, I was lucky to put my hair up for the evening rather down.

"Did I ever tell you you look gorgeous,  tonight?" I look at aemond as we stop in front of a fountain, the same fountain aemond idle when I confronted him about ser cole.

"Not to my knowledge, no." He smirk, taking a step closer moving his other hand to brush up my arm.

"Well, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, wife." He whispered, I tilt my head to look at him better, his hand continues to caress my arm.

"Hmmm." I hummed, I let go of his hand making aemond look at me, I turn without a word and walk over to the small bench.

I watch Aemond as his shoulders dropped and his jaw clench, he relzed his jaw and I see him wring out his hands as he walks over to me to take a seat.

We sit in silence, nothing but the sound of the water flowing through the fountain and the rustling of tress from the wind, it was peaceful and less stuffy than it was inside.

I inhale deeply taking in the earthy scent  before exhaling through my nose, if I could I would want to bring my bed out here so I could always smell the flowers and dirt. I always loved nature, my aunt said I get it from my father, he always loved exploring outside and bringing back little critters or objects he found on the beach.

I almost chuckled out loud, when I realize I haven't thought about my father in years. I wish he was here, alive, with me, I didn't have a lot of memories with him but I wish we did, I wish spent a little more time together. But, he duties and those duties didn't include spending time with his daughter, but his sons, a little bit of me hated him for that and my brothers. But, I absorbed it like everything else in my life.

"That's new." I turn my head to look at Aemond, his eyes were on my chest making me reach up and touch the locket that enith gave me.

"A gift from enith." My index finger caress the cool metal before dropping it back on my lap.

Aemond scrunched up his face and hummed.

"I wonder where she got the coins to buy that, are you also giving her jewelry to sell for money." He asked making me roll my eyes.

"No," I said, "I give her coins at the end of the week for her hard work, something to show how much she means to me."

Aemond was quiet for a minute before he scoff making me look at him again.

"And what may I ask could she has possibly done to make you feel indebted to her for you do that?" He ask narrowing his gaze at me.

"Not indebted, gratitude." I said pointly at him, "And to answer your question, she out of everyone here is the only one who treated me with kindness. She is the only friend I have and only person I will ever trust."

Aemond's face twisted as he pressed his lips into a line, his jaw slated before he turn away.

"It doesn't have to be that way..." He spoke softly making turn away when he look turn to look at me, "...If you just give me another chance--" I shook my head.

"Aemond, I'm not talking about this again." I deadpan, I didn't need another argument to break out about this.

"I do not see why you won't, I have grown tired of fucking you...I want more." I whip my head towards him with a angry look.

"Isn't that why she's here?" I scolded, "So, you can make love to her, dot on her, treat her like a fucking goddess. While I get fucked and left alone, being treated like a fucking pest. You make being a mistress seem better than being a wife." I spat.

We were brought back into silence, I breathe heavily getting myself worked up, no letting him work me up, Aemond only swallow as we stare at each other. He drift his eye down for a moment looking to be in thought, before bringing it back up to look at me.

"Have I not tried to repent for my wrongdoings towards you," He said, leaning forward and squeezing his hands, "Have I not tried to get back in your favor these past two moons, I wish to make amends but you..." he trails off, scoffing as if this is my fault that he is not a good husband.

I gave an eye roll at his words, growing irriated, I wish he could see that whatever he does will never matter.

"How many times must I say this," I hissed, " I will never forgive you for what you put me through, you will never be forgiven, so just stop." I said eerily calm.

Aemond forward staring into space, he starts shaking his head.

"I will not accept that, I deserve another chance--"

"You deserve to have your balls chewed off by dogs," I interrupted angrily, making him look at me, "H-How can you be so ignorant to this situation," I asked, "What must I do to make you understand that no matter what you do, i will never ever feel the same about you again. Must I stoop to your level, should I flirt openly with other man? Or maybe I should wait when I know your coming to see me and have you witness another man fucking me." Aemond was quick to sit up making me lean back when his flustered face came close to mine.

"I'll kill him." He blurted, "I'll drag him right out of bed by his neck and throw him over the balcony."

His lilac eye was dark, his pupils dilated. As I look onto his lavender orbs something inside me turn, the sudden feeling that what he said made large bells ring in my head. The thought of Ser Krey being the one to be at the end of Aemond's wrath made me feel lightheaded, so turn away from him as my heart drop to my stomach.

"You may think I don't understand this ordeal I put us in but I do," He started with a hint of sincerity, "I just accepted to forget about it, but that doesn't mean I don't feel...bad about what I did to you. I just want you to stop hating me."

I turn my head slightly to see him bend over with his head in his hands, I don't think i will ever stop hating aemond, I still don't know why he did half the things he did.

"I could have dealt with the infidelity, I would have had no problem with you visiting her if you had just ask me." Aemond moved his head from his hands, "Because i know you can't just stop loving someone, if you had told me about her, you could have prevented all this from happening." I planted my hands on the bench and push myself off to stand.

I turn to stand in front of aemond as he tilt his head to look at me.

"It wasn't the forceful nights or the jeers you made that made me hate you," I said softly, squeezing my hands in front of me, "I blame you for the death of our daughter, I couldn't stand the thought of you laying beside your paramour, laughing and cavorting as I weep bedbound at the lost of my child." I sniff feeling my eyes get teary, "You have no idea how many chances I gave you to come comfort me, no idea." I shake my head.

Night after night. Day after day. Looking towards the door in hopes that he burst through them to hold me, he has no idea the thoughts I had, the things I wanted to do to myself just to hold my daughter again. I was a naive girl who became a hollow woman.

I brought myself back before I could venture into those dark thoughts, aemond caught my attention when he move to stand, I took a small step back watching him.

He look at me, he didn't speak a word, before I knew it awmond's hand was grab my shoulder and brought me flush against into a hug. His right arm was around my shoulder keeping me on to him, while his left hand was resting on the back of my head. I stood there with my arms by my side, completely caught off guard by his action.

"I cried when I found out it was a girl," My ears perk when he finally spoke," I cried harder when I found out who you named her after, I could barely keep myself together at her funeral. Seeing her small form wrapped up like that..." He held me tighter as he trails off, "...I shut myself away for days, Alys left me to stay in another chamber as my grief was off putting to her," a humorless chuckle pass through his lips, his breath fanning my ear, "When she visited she thought sex will make me feel better, It didn't, not even when she pull it out of me, the feeling disappeared and I was sad again."

I stare with wide eyes at aemond's confession, hearing him speak about he went through when we lost visenya struck a cord in me. I was too speechless to say anything, or not sure what to say to him.

"It's getting late," I comment, I move my hand up to his arm.

I felt him relax and loosen his hold on me, I pulled back as he did the same but moved his hand to my arm to keep in place.

"Can I...come to your chamber," He asked, I flick my eyes away not sure if that's a good idea, "We don't have to do anything, I just...I just want to lay next to you." He confessed, I look at him again, not sure what to do.

I didn't want to say no, but I didn't want to say yes either. My head was too muddled to think properly, I look at aemond again searching his face.

"Isn't it...don't you have her tonight?" I ask meekly.

Aemond looked hesitant for a moment before answering.

"She's...She won't mind me missing one night," He utters.

I thought about it and I didn't see any harm in just laying together, it doesn't change anything, I still despise him with every fiber of my being. I may have been wrong about his lack of care for me and his daughter, but that doesn't take away from anything else. I still hate him.

[mysticalpotater]

Okaaaaay

Here wre my thoughts on Caleb and I wanna say this now.

This is not hate on anyone that is a fan, loves him ect. Everyone is entitled to what they like. This me just openly talking about him and the story and my thoughts.

❗️❗️WARNING SPOLIERS IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED MAIN STORY. ❗️❗️

As of right now I am not a Caleb fan. BUT that does not mean it can't change. BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU.. I could not STAND Rafayel at first. And now he's my 2nd LI. Sylus WILL ALWAYS be my babygirl. He's the reason I got into Love and Deepspace.

With time, the LADS grow with you, and they open up more, and you see more of the story and what is going on, and personalities change. So I know this too will happen to Caleb.

1st: i am not into extreme possessiveness. While I am not saying that the other love interested aren't obsessed with her ( because obviously they track her and "accidently" run into MC at convenient times) They trust her enough and set boundaries to give her time , space and freedom. Where as Caleb is talking about basically hidding us away, keep us in a place where it is just him , using his evol to hold us down and the drugging. While I know she was sick even MC said she felt dizzy and passed out.. soooo?

2nd : I was able to get couple card and seeing some of the interaction and I'm not into the aggressiveness/ passive aggressiveness/ guilt. We obviously don't know how much time has passed during some of those cards and also we just found out you are ALIVE MY DUDE.. you think things are just magically okay ?? So when MC doesn't reciprocate his feelings or MC feeling uncomfortable even with just normal interaction with him he plays the guilty card.

Bonus fun one : he's a Gemini. And me and Gemini have NEVER gotten along.

Our MC should be more pissed I'm gonna be honest.

I'm still piecing the story together, and I read somewhere that Caleb was also expiremented on as well, which I get while why he's craaazy.. BUT

I DO NOT trust him at all, and I know with how the story ended now, we have so many questions.

I know friends to enemy to lover troupe was thrown around and this very well can be that.

Or Caleb is playing along with the baddies to destroy them from the inside ?

Or he is crazy and bad and as time goes he will change ?

Or he's just that way

Only time will tell, and I'm excited to see more!

Things that attract me ..

He's a yearner and MY GOD am i succker for that. Someone shared secret time for lvl 50 or 55 affinity cant remember and that ending part where he says command!? Ugh stop

So, for right now, he's my super annoying , pesky older brother. And I wanna slap him so hard and punish him for making our MC so sad for thinking he was dead.

And I will give it to him for being funny. That crouch tomb peace sign had me laughing

Again!! I mean no harm this is just me rambling and talking openly cause I have no one in real life that plays this game that I can talk too and my husband is getting sick of me 🤣

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for ignoring my friend?

Okay, so, this is going to be kinda long, so buckle up.

I (M25) have a friend (F34). Me, her and our other friends (M23, F24, and F50) ended up in a somewhat rocky situation. I would rather not share too much, but basically we all met for the first time on an elevator and somehow that ended with us investigating a murder. It's been a little over a year now and we have made great progress, and we've also grown closer as a team. It got to a point where I now consider them my closest friends – family, even.

We've been through a lot together and our friendship had been put to the test multiple times, but this has been the worst one yet. You see, my friend is rich, like FILTHY rich. If I say too much I fear I will put her in danger, but more often than not she has bought her way into saving herself and us from danger. She's not the brightest but she has a kind soul, which is why I felt the need to make this post.

Me and the others had asked her financial advisor (without telling her, mind you) for help in regards to the murder we were all investigating. We figured since he comes into contact with so many high-class people that he would be able to figure something out. Well, we were right, he did. It's just that it wasn't what we expected.

To spare you the details, my rich friend's father had played his own role into the murder. Well, not directly, but the people involved with the murder did get into a financial scandal that was somewhat related to it. It's a whole mess, my head is getting dizzy just thinking about it. Anyway, to safe himself and his image, my friend's father decided to commit a murder himself. A plane crash, to be more specific. And this is where things have gotten tough for our friendship:

not only did our friend's father commit such an atrocity for his own greed, but in the plane that he decided to let crash were our loved ones. Yes, that's right. Each person in my friend group lost someone in that plane crash.

I lost my parents. My best friend lost his mother and baby sister. My other, more troublesome friend lost her father. The oldest woman of the group lost her husband. And our rich friend lost her lover. It was hard enough to find out just a year ago that we all lost a loved one in that plane crash, but to find out our friend's father – one of the most influencial men in the world – was the reason it even happened? That it was completely avoidable? That I could be at home having dinner with my parents right now if he wasn't so greedy? That was too much, for all of us.

In our grief and anger we decided to ignore our friend. At first it felt easy as I couldn't think of anything else. I could barely look everyone else in the eye, let alone face her specifically. Words cannot describe how shocked and disgusted I was. But right now some of that shock and anger have faded to make room for guilt, of all things. I'm second-guessing everything I've been doing. I care about my friend, I really do, and I have considered talking to her, but every time I see her contact on my phone (the 27 missing calls glowing bright blue right below her name) I lose all the confidence I had just seconds ago and give up.

I feel terrible, but I don't know what to do. I've been having horrible thoughts about her. "She couldn't have been that stupid, right? I mean, she is, she's proven that already (what do you mean you thought chickens were born in the kitchen, already cooked to eat???), but come on! She must have known something, that was her father we are talking about!", and then I immediately want to slap myself because no, she couldn't have known, are you dumb?

Everyone else is doing the exact same thing, although I think they are taking this much better than I am. I've always been the more paranoid of the group, it's no surprise. They have comforted and even encouraged me to continue. But I don't know anymore. This doesn't feel right. That's why I came here for advice. I really need a third, completely unbiased opinion here.

Are we the assholes?

[baldwinivmybeloved]

！🍱﹒﹒Charper Five﹒ Xica x Baldwin Iv

Xica did not sleep at all that night, tormented by dreams of fire and the male voice she still couldn't identify. As soon as the sun began to rise, she decided to get up and go to the church to confess. She needed to unburden her soul and seek answers.

Upon arriving, the cool and silent atmosphere of the church enveloped her, providing a moment of peace. She went to the confessional and knelt, waiting for the priest. Shortly after, a serene voice greeted her from the other side of the screen.

"What brings you here at this hour, my child?" asked the priest with a compassionate tone.

"Father, I've been having disturbing dreams," began Xica, her voice trembling slightly. "Dreams where I see my home in flames and hear a voice calling me, but I don't know who it is. I also feel an affliction in my heart, a need to be loved that I can't ignore."

The priest was silent for a moment, reflecting. "Dreams are sometimes messages from God, revelations showing us something about our path. But they can also be reflections of our own anxieties and desires. As for your need for love, you must trust in God's will. He has a plan for all of us."

"I understand, Father. But it's so difficult… I don't know how to handle these feelings," Xica confessed with a sigh.

"Pray, my child. Pray and trust in God. He will guide you and give you the strength you need," the priest replied gently.

Xica nodded, grateful for the priest's words. She rose from the confessional and, after bowing, left the church.

Back at the palace, the heat was oppressive, making work more challenging than usual. Despite this, Xica focused on her morning tasks. She cleaned the floors, washed the clothes, and helped in the kitchen, all while feeling slightly dizzy from the heat.

After finishing her morning chores, she took a small break. She decided to visit her friend Godfrey to ask about the poems she had requested to be published. She walked quickly to his office, determined not to be interrupted this time. When she arrived, she found Godfrey waiting for her.

"I've been expecting you, Xica," said Godfrey with a smile. "Let's take a walk in the garden."

As they walked among the flowers and trees, Godfrey commented on the poems. "I published them, but the priest saw them and ordered their immediate removal. He didn't want to risk a social reform. The king didn't even get to read them."

Xica stopped, enraged. "How can the priest do such a thing? God created us to be free, not to live in chains."

Godfrey placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her. "I understand your anger, but there's something else I wanted to ask you. Have you thought about finding a husband? You're at the age to get married."

Xica looked at him in surprise. "Why do you ask that? Are you thinking of proposing to me again?"

Godfrey shook his head, a slight sadness in his eyes. "No, Xica. Although my feelings for you haven't completely disappeared, I can't ask you that again. I just want to know if you've considered a good proposal."

Xica reflected for a moment before responding. "Yes, I've thought about getting married, but all the men in the castle are foolish and lack interesting qualities."

Godfrey smiled faintly. "What qualities are you looking for in a man?"

Xica sighed and answered sincerely. "I want a man with unparalleled qualities, someone who sees me as more than an object. A just man, whom I can love and be devoted to."

Godfrey nodded. "Maybe I know someone like that."

Xica looked at him, surprised. "Who are you talking about?"

Before Godfrey could answer, they were interrupted by Tiberiades, who greeted them courteously.

"Tiberiades, how did the king's medical check-up go?" asked Godfrey.

Tiberiades sighed. "It's getting more complicated, but we also need someone to give him foot baths. It's necessary, but the doctors can't be there all the time."

Xica immediately volunteered. "I can do it."

Tiberiades and Godfrey exchanged a glance and smiled. "Thank you, Xica. After dinner, bring water and a bowl for the king's foot bath," said Tiberiades.

Elsewhere in the palace, Luisa, Xica's mother, and old Jacobino were sitting in the horse corral. Jacobino was revealing Xica's future to Luisa through a jar of dark liquid.

"Xica's destiny is to marry the king," said Jacobino gravely. "But you mustn't tell her. Just give her nudges to get close to him."

Luisa was concerned. "If it's the only way to ensure her well-being, I'll do whatever it takes."

At that moment, Xica arrived and told them about the task she had to do that night. Luisa and Jacobino exchanged looks, and Luisa explained to Xica that she should use certain herbs in the bath: basil and laurel, an old African rite for good luck.

Xavier, Xica's brother, wanted to speak but was silenced by Jacobino. Xica nodded and took the water jug. Luisa wished her good luck as she let her hair down and tied it with a white bandana.

"Why those herbs? It's an African ritual to make the man fall in love with the woman," said Xavier after Xica left.

Jacobino and Luisa explained the situation to him, and Xavier understood.

That night, Xica entered King Baldwin IV's chamber with a bow. The king asked her to come in, and Xica, with a mix of nervousness and determination, began preparing the foot bath.

"Why did you dare to take on this task, even though you might get infected or hurt yourself?" asked Baldwin IV curiously.

Xica, without fear, replied, "I do not fear the disease, my lord. I want to be useful to you and make you satisfied."

Baldwin IV watched her, surprised by her devotion and warmth. Xica washed the king's feet with care and affection, showing no revulsion.

"What is your name?" asked Baldwin IV.

"My name is Xica, my lord," she replied.

The king remembered that was the name of the woman Reynald de Chatillon had tried to attack. As Xica stood up to fetch more water, she noticed a chess set on the table.

"Are you interested in chess?" asked Baldwin IV.

"Yes, my lord. It is a game that requires strategy and intelligence," Xica replied, impressing the king.

"Have you ever played?" he asked, intrigued.

"Yes, I learned a long time ago from a wise man. I've played a few games with Godfrey and other knights," Xica explained.

Baldwin IV smiled. "Maybe we could play some night."

Xica was startled. "I am a slave, my lord. I couldn't allow myself such a thing."

"Consider it an order. You are a person just like me, the only difference between us is our status," said Baldwin IV.

Xica accepted, showing genuine happiness. Baldwin IV wondered if he was dreaming, seeing everything from a different perspective.

After finishing the foot bath, Xica covered the king's feet and bade him farewell with a bow, promising to return the next night. Baldwin IV wished her good luck and sent a knight to escort her back.

"Thank you for such an impeccable night," said Baldwin IV.

"It's a pleasure, my lord," replied Xica, before leaving with the knight, Tobiah.

"Just shut up, Tobiah," said Xica, annoyed by his comments.

"I'm surprised you recognize me," replied Tobiah, laughing.

Xica and Tobiah had been best friends for a long time. Tobiah asked when they would start the plan against Reynald de Chatillon, and Xica asked him to accompany her to the servants' house.

There, they planned their revenge. During dinner, they would give the castle members a drink that would make them sleep. If anyone woke up, Xica would sing to distract them. Xavier, Xica's brother, was to take the princess's jewels that Reynald de Chatillon carried and bury them. That way, when they didn't appear, they would believe Reynald had stolen them.

That night, Xica went to bed, overwhelmed by the day. She thought about the king, being the only one who had touched his skin. She didn't know how to feel, but sleep was stronger, and she lay still in her bed, hoping and longing for a peaceful night.

Meanwhile, King Baldwin IV remained seated in his room long after Xica had left. The candlelight flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. His mind was a tangle of thoughts, each more confusing and revealing than the last. He felt a strange warmth in his heart, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time.

As he looked at his feet, still slightly damp from the bath Xica had given him, he couldn't help but feel moved. His feet, marked by leprosy and pain, had been treated with a devotion and tenderness he had never received before. It was as if, for a brief moment, the weight of his disease and reign had lightened, allowing him to breathe freely.

Baldwin recalled Xica's gaze. Her dark eyes were deep and filled with an unusual strength and determination. He had not seen even a hint of repulsion or fear in them. Instead, he had felt a connection, a shared humanity that transcended his status as king and her condition as a slave. It was as if Xica could see beyond his withered skin, directly into his soul.

He stood

up and walked slowly to the window, looking out at the palace gardens. The night was quiet, and the cool air wafted gently through the open window. The gardens, illuminated by the moon, seemed a refuge of peace amid the turbulence of his life. His thoughts flew back to Xica, and a small smile curved his lips.

There was something about her, something that reminded him of times before the disease when he could still dream of a future full of possibilities. Xica, with her indomitable spirit and natural nobility, had managed to make him feel more human, more alive. He remembered her words about chess, and how she had spoken with a passion and understanding that had surprised him. It was evident there was more to her than met the eye.

The idea of playing chess with her intrigued him. Not only for the game itself but for the opportunity to know her better, to explore the mind and heart of a woman who seemed to have such a complex and rich soul. Baldwin wondered what other talents and secrets Xica might have, and he realized he longed to discover them.

His thoughts momentarily paused on the irony of the situation. Here he was, a leper king, finding comfort and hope in a slave. It was a powerful reminder of how God works in mysterious ways and how the paths of the heart can defy logic and reason. Baldwin knew his position prohibited many things, but at this moment, he decided he wouldn't let the restrictions of his status and disease prevent him from enjoying the company of someone who had touched his heart so deeply.

As the night advanced, Baldwin sat again, this time at his desk. He took out a sheet of parchment and a quill and began to write. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to say, but he knew he needed to express what he felt. The words flowed from his quill with surprising ease, forming a letter he never thought he'd write. It wasn't a love letter but one of gratitude, of acknowledgment for the kindness and bravery he had seen in Xica.

He ended the letter with a promise. He promised that, despite the barriers life had placed between them, he would do everything possible to ensure Xica always had a safe place and a dignified life in his kingdom. He couldn't offer her freedom in the literal sense, but he could offer her his protection and respect.

Carefully folding the letter, Baldwin stood and placed it in a drawer of his desk. He would keep it until the right moment came to give it to her. For now, he was content with the hope that, at least for a while, he could enjoy the company of someone who had made him feel so human.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back in his chair, allowing the peace of the night to envelop him. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace, his mind and heart calmed by the simple act of kindness and humanity he had received from a slave named Xica. And as he prepared to face another day as king, he carried with him the renewed hope that perhaps, just perhaps, God had a greater plan for him and that extraordinary woman.

Hello everyone I really hope you like this chapter, if you have any request for the chapters or any drawing you want I am open to your orders thank you for the support that even if it is little I value it a lot

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

The universe's chosen one

Chapter 2: the chosen warriors

After traffic and the universe god guardian was recovering the others, traffic went to the library to find out about the new devourer, Nightverse, it says that Nightverse is the king of all devours and wanted all the power he needs to eat the universes and defeat all the universe gods/guardians and take all the power he wanted and no one will stop him. 

But that was until 5 gods defeated nightverse and took away his power so he won't do it again. When traffic turned the page she saw a picture of the 5 gods who defeated nightverse, she took a closer look at the picture and looked at the universe, she thinks that maybe just maybe she'll find someone related to them will become just like them and train them to stop nightverse for doing that. It might be risky but she had to do what she had to do in order to stop him.

Meanwhile in the universe where planet earth is, there's a family in the park having so much fun, it was a sunny day after all with the family of two kids, mike and alice, a father, steven, and the mother..emma

Emma’s pov:

*sighs* it was nice to be outside with my husband and the kids playing outside with our dog, flapjacks, and our cat, grapes was resting next to me purring, my husband wanted to know if it's a good idea to be outside, I nodded as a yes why knows what will happened will ruin the nice day. 

Then I felt a bit dizzy all the sudden, then I heard voices trying to talk to me, but I ignore it, steven asked me if I was ok, I told him that i'm ok I was just a little dizzy for some reason, he gave a worried look at me but went back to his thing. Suddenly I felt a little thirsty, I asked steven and the kids if they want something to drink, but they said they're good, I got up and went to the water fountain to take a sip of it, and then I heard it again, the voice in my head is speaking to me saying i'm the chosen one and wanted my help and to save the universe, I was confused about what's happening and why does it needed me to save the universe for something, it's probably nothing, maybe the illusion?.. I started to go back to my family but suddenly the wind started to blow hard and I felt a little chilly, but then I heard noises, I turned around and saw some kind of a portal and it's pulling me away!

The portal tries to pull her in but emma keeps holding onto herself, she tried to call help and then steven saw what's happening and came to help emma, the portal is to strong and then the kids and two pets tried to help them out and trying to save their mother, but since the portal is too strong, it dragged emma and her family into the portal and went to somewhere they haven't been before.

When Emma woke up she felt her head feel heavy after the traveling happened. She looked around and saw that she's in some kind of an enormous sized temple, Emma tried to find where her family is, then a voice answered.. “They're in a safe place.. Emma” that got Emma spooked hearing that voice for the first time, she turned around and saw an enormous sized traffic sitting down on her throne staring down at her with a calm look. Emma looked scared seeing traffic thinking she's gonna hurt her, she asked her with her scared and determined voice “Who are you! W what have you done to my family! Where am I!?” traffic smirked a little seeing how determined and brave she is when she's facing the universe demon herself. Traffic spooked again “Don't not fear me young mortal… I'm Traffic the universe demon, you're the chosen one to help the universe and stop the king of devourers. I chose you to become the new universe god warrior..” That left Emma standing there in shock about what's happening. Then traffic's hand starting to glow and zapped on Emma and the flash hit her and then she felt different, as she opened her eyes and saw that she's the same size as traffic, well she's about the height of traffic's chest, she looked at herself seeing she's now god sized and wearing the universe god's uniform. 

She wanted to know why she's the chosen one, she answered “your family was with the caretaker taking care of the family when you were brought here to train along with the others..” Emma wanted to know what she's talking about the “others'' then there's four more that's just like her, traffic got up and walked towards Emma and spooked “Of course you're not gonna be the only one to save the universes, they're also the chosen ones too… a long time ago, the 5 universes gods send to fight evil and bigger danger around universe creatures that threatens us and devoured all universes to become powerful than all of us gods… one time they took away the power from the king of the devourers, Nightverse… So I selected 5 of you 5: Ivan, Elijah, Hector, Iris, and you.. Emma..” Emma looks at traffic and still can't believe this has happened to her. Traffic teleports outside of the temple and asks Emma if she wants to show her around. Emma looked at the others and then looked at traffic, she nodded and followed her and the rest followed Emma as she followed traffic, maybe still trying to find some answers about this kind of situation like this….

The end..

Chapter three coming soon…

[200dayjourneykamo]

Day Four

August 27th, 2024 The giving in

I woke up with the memory of a feeling of a woman cuddling her back very intensely against the front of me, like a male Angler fish attempting to become one with his female of choosing. It was sweet. This dream was one for the books, one for a shaving scene. I had come across a couple of people who had warned me of a Boogey man of sorts that was near and they were covered in make up, ready and determined to deceive the boogey man. I learned that there was only two ways about it; I could come face to face with this Boogey man or I could deceive it. The idea of him catching on to my deceit was enough to know I was amongst the wrong crowd and quickly found my way away from these folk. I knew I must face him. The time came that I was in a room amongst many other people and he arrived, a bald middle aged white man, angrily barged through the open door, shooting his hand guns in the air. Then he pointed his hand guns at 2 or 3 different people and shot them dead where they stood. As he came across other people, he met them with peace and gave them a moment of divine peaceful energy and left them with something at their feet. When he came to me, I was nervous, but he stood at me, all knowing, his arms on my shoulders and for a moment, I felt peace. He carried on swiftly and I looked down. At my feet was a rectangular piece of plastic, the shape and size of a dollar bill. Bulging within the plastic was a design in red gel. It appeared to be the outline of a mountain, which then made a smaller, less jagged mountain within it. I knew immediately that this was the Devil who had come to tell us what would be the death of us. I make mountains out of mole hills.

I found him alone and went to talk to him about it, as he sat there, he was just a man. Approachable, no longer angry. I told him what I thought about my message and asked him if that was what he meant. He asked me what the symbol was and I drew it for him. He said, "ah." I responded by saying, "I can get it for you…" and I darted across the room. When I got back he was dissipating into the air and the message in my hand was nothing but plastic, not enough an outline to guide me.

The messages come in so clear and loud. Then the ego comes back, kindly asking for the wheel back, and we look out the window wondering why those mountains felt so familiar.

I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. There at the trampoline park with my two kids, I had two daquiris over the course of two hours, thinking if I stayed 3 hours that would be plenty of time. As I had often calculated this logic before and it worked plenty well enough in the past. I was hot, I felt out of myself, I felt dizzy, I certainly could have drank more water today, if any… and I, for the first time in my life, thought I might actually be having a heart attack. I breathed deeply and continued to casually chase my kids through the trampoline park. If I died there… what would come of me, my children, my belongings… it was not my time and I didn't believe it was my time, but with Ken Crimmins' death lingering in my heart and the tear soaked cheeks of his wife in my mind, I was certain that life was not promised. Not for Ken, not for Bryan, not for Mumzee, not for my Aunt Tamy, my step dad Boots, my brother Ricky and certainly, not for a 34 year old me. A human on this planet with the same fate as the rest of us. We don't make it out alive.

Later, after watching Damsel, a pleasure to my husband who had been waiting at least a week for me to cave into a movie, I came back into the RV from the house, the baby crying and the two men in a standstill. Both of them staring intensely at one another, unwilling to budge from the hypothetical 3 foot hole they were both standing in. Eventually Banjo apologized to a silent Jethro and climbed out of the hole he helped dig and disappeared for what felt like an hour. Jethro finally popped his head out from his bed space that lay under ours and I casually, sweetly and calmly told him that one day he would understand that the possession of material items will one day no longer be a concern and that his relationship with his little sister will be the biggest treasure of them all. That "his" necklace around her neck will be something he loves… that I strive to have much less and look forward to just that, because it is all so much a burden now. One day that necklace might belong to someone because we have all left this world, we can only hope that we lived our lives fully, instead of fighting over such things as these possessions. He stared like a deer in headlights. For the first time I didn't judge. I didn't assume I knew what he was thinking. I didn't feel as though he wasn't listening or doing something wrong. I noticed he was still in his day clothes and I didn't tell him to get out of them before going to sleep. I just went to hug him and for the first time in a long time, I let him hug me until he went slack, letting me know he was done with his hug. I shut off the lights and lay down. Not a minute later, 7 fingers popped up and I could barely see them in the glow of Jazzlyn's GlowWorm's guts, Guts we call it. As I come upon the 7 fingers I recognize he is wanting me to wake him up at 7 so he doesn't miss his cartoons. I greet his 2 with the tips of my peace sign and say, "I'll wake you up at 7." His hand stays up and I meet it with mine.

While Jazzlyn nursed and caressed my torso under the glow of guts, her fairy lights from her nook twinkle in the distance enough for me to fully take in my surroundings, and Jethro's hand falls for the 2nd of 3 times before he finally had enough weight about him to take him to another world, I am reminded of something Uncle David said in an interview with Staeci Whitehouse. "We live in this practice life, preparing for real life, then we are living in real life, and we realize there was never really a transition between the two lives, and it was all just the same life." I think I'm ready to live in real life now and stop trying to create some life of fantasy, I'm already living a fantasy. I can be happy now.

Tomorrow, I will drink more water and take more deep breaths.

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𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮

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My second husband happened to be my first love. Oh, such a romantic he was! It was barely a couple of years since my first taste and a year since the investigation was discontinued; I was a known widow, but he treated me like a maiden. A starry-eyed lad, never meeting a lady without flowers, speaking of me like I was the sun. To this day... I still look back at those days with him fondly. Despite everything, the scoundrel could be charming.

He was in town only for a month before we eloped. My father's unfortunate passing cemented the decision. I had nothing more tying me down and he was a traveler, aficionado of never quite staying tied down to one spot. We married next city over, making our way westward. Looking back, my rose-colored glasses must have blinded me completely for a little while. Of course I noticed how he stumbled home late, never having an excuse. I saw him thinking about something - someone - else when I spoke to him no more than two weeks into marriage. Once I even found a perfume bottle that he never later gifted me. The signs were there, but my feelings had me bound. Even now, I don't regret it. It only meant that I spent a while happy, in my own fantasy land... before everything we've ever had turned sour. Bitter like a cup of poison.

By the time I found out, he ceased to even bother hiding it. It could be that he thought me dull, or that he didn't even deem me worth the effort. Hand on heart, this ached more than any sort green-eyed jealousy. That he wasn't even slightly scared to wrong me. Of course, he didn't know. But from all his little ladies, all his secret rendez-vous... I was the one he should've been wary of crossing most.

They call it 'crime of passion'. Mine was hardly that. If anything, it was a crime of indifference. A once sizzling heart that had a bucket of ice-cold reality dumped all over it. I had nothing but a wish to bring him to book by the time I served him his black coffee laced with far too many sleeping pills. I told him what I've done when he started getting dizzy. He could no longer run for help as I sharpened my knives with him watching.

Now, that made him scared. Fear, I've found back then, always makes the meat taste better.

This one I ate all the way through; not in one go, of course, but with his nomadic lifestyle? It was no trouble at all to pack up leftovers and leave, replying to questions about his whereabouts only with a mournful smile. He left with another woman, I'd say, I don't know with who or where. The sympathy I received back then told me all I had to know.

I wasn't even the first he'd acted out against like this.

So really, all along, he had it coming.

[the-firebird69]

Home - Orlando Predators

You like the name and stuff it's like 90% African American and half of them are not now there's probably 20% that are actually African-American and 30% are part African American so it fit in he likes the name of the uniforms are black and cool with red and the symbols not bad either. It's kind of a monster look and people might like it the team is like we just going to walk in here so I work for the Red devils you'll still be a step down so they laugh and say okay there's an intro cuz we're Peewee League. So it's not cuz it's of course we were feeling and the pee wee league and they're laughing and it's fun but really they're saying it he says I wouldn't really waltz right in I'd have to try out but if I get big it's not going to be much more it won't be much of a trial and I push the sled 50 yards in a few seconds and it said how about with us on it well that would be after hours and if I can push through you across the whole field you have to pay for me at the outback restaurant they agree if you like $300 The laughing say that's actually a lot of money. And I have to get a bigger but so Bob birdies wants to do it and says it was him and his acting weird I said Bob don't falll me just like Joe. He's getting dizzy for some reason so he had some anti-inflammatory and that was what it was and their son did pretty good he ate a lot and might skip dinner we think so maybe just a snack but he's thinking it would be a good team to be on and he would need transportation he even think about it so I'm going to see if we can get a sponsorship going and it is the minorities and it is what they want to do and the stepping up to the plate right away and got to put some pro football and he was on the colts for a while and he was on Washington Redskins team and he was pretty good he was one to watch he's a famous name. And he played real real ball and her son was impressed because it is a very difficult game and he knows it and he was I think it was a he said he was a tight end and he laughed a little bit he said that stuff position because you got to be real fast and you got to fake him out and sidestep and move it and not get hit and still do the job or carry the ball out so yeah he's used to it and he knows what he's talking about but you have to be a little faster at it and yeah on the field you have no plays and all sorts of stuff he's not the greatest the problem having this as a nose guard so he started laughing and yeah probably but the anchor out there only way 500 lb. And it's an interesting game for him I'm going to try and get involved and we're not interested in taking over the team but we might start our own and probably not in Florida so you see what we're saying.

Thor Freya

So it's a fun game and this is what they're up to they want to see his power and strength you want to see what it's like so they want to start a team and play him and the opposite him and it should be nose guard and Thor was right there in his face so my husband says with veins voice you would not believe who I am seeing in front of my face. So Thor Freya are laughing and it's distracting. And The Rock wants to be on his team cuz he's making jokes about running over people and making the train sound like, Thor Freya GoPro is going crazy.... It's just joking but he challenged him and he's playing along but okay that's not how the whole game goes.

We're going to publish it's a lot of fun

Thor

So my husband got it back for the steamroller thing but that's what he does all the time anyways plus people over and it's our son and he threw up sideways in the imaginary football game and smacked into his own players and knock them down it's kind of funny he's like a little bit airborne and look at him going oh here I come

Freya

I want to get involved but not to get hurt and these games are very tough and the people of brutal but he's going to be big and he's a tougher person than people think he's got to get in shape and really good shape to do it and I mean very good shape not like he is now and it's tough for him already but he'll see they're not really as strong as they look and they have a hard time messing them up but he just wants to play a little bit make some money and then be real famous and you could get a bunch of money and live that life for a couple months and that's all I really have to do it's 8 months now it's like a half season and they do it in the summer and every weekend and it's like 3 months long and they have 30 games and he didn't have to attend 20 just like pro bowl but he can get away with 15 and he probably sit eight or nine out and it's not bad and he can handle it but you have to travel they want to do that and he'd be somewhat famous and probably wouldn't notice it. And Thor is like a Challenger and this is a world event okay this is a universe event it's a solar system event it's a humongous and everybody wants to see it happen it's going through the black community and it came out on TV and they're talking about it and Shaquille O'Neal wants to see the game everybody wants to see that game take place and it's not because of his monsters versus aliens movie. And my husband says it's a little off it's like giants versus possible aliens so. And some people are rude about it but okay they're doing their own thing and they think they'll both be wicked tall maybe. And so it's going to be quite an interesting thing that it's really catching on and we're going to publish because people want to see it

Hera

We're going on this stuff this is going to be huge they want to see it happen so we're going to make a team and from the Midwest and we'll do what they say they're going to make a few teams with people from there and people see they are from there

Olympus

[pupmusebox]

"When first laying eyes on him I already knew, for you see my dear wife... us demons can easily pick up on the essence of one's soul. Right now...? Our beloved bird of a husband is right there, so sorry of scaring you!! Ahaha." Diavolo be overwhelmed with excitement and getting carried away with the flow of it, "Although Venus has that sweet glow of innocence about him, what have you been doing Lucifer saving yourself for us now? Hmm?~ I would love to press into them right now if I dare could my dear... it's like dangling a ripe fruit in front me..." giving a rumbling hum when eying Venus' body with a smirk and heated look in his eyes.

Wheezing still before straightening up with a pop of his back and wincing a bit, "Yep... the big guy is like those dreams, I didn't expect to be shaken like a ragdoll or anything. Jeez... is he always been like that Dez? Talk about a rough yet warm welcome, man... I'm so dizzy from that yet... Wooah..." shaking his head when he was recovering a bit from the big welcome and Lucifer be just dizzy like him, "Diavolo was it? That explains when I be crying the name in my sleep along with yours Dez, lonely not dirty mind you... I- rgh... you handle it. I-I'm too shook up to deal without being too overwhelmed, sorry but... I need a bit... ahh." sighing when he hand over the reins with that flustered expression and relaxing a little before they hear Pride speaking.

"Well you scared him a bit with that Dia, not really but could be more gentle on him? Not necessarily frightened but you did get carried away there, eheh." Lucifer be quite concerned of the overwhelming feelings he share from Venus right now and how his heart be thumping against his ribcage too, "As like she said... I be dwelling in the same space as he, thank devil it be a bear hug and not literal hand holding spinning or we could be crashed into a wall from that. I... umm..." in all the excitement it was a bit awkward when Venus didn't get to eat much and hunger be sounding off when Pride would trail off while a bit embarrassed.

"Ahem... do you think we could eat something together? Unfortunately we didn't get to eat much, aha..." flustered when Venus would be making that quiet protest of missing out on meals in their whirlwind of excitement for his trip, "Don't dare any of you laugh... it's not funny, hrmm... why must human bodies be so delicate like this?" ah how the human weakness be an embarrassing thing for Lucifer when knowing humans were more delicate compared to demons.

Even when it came to needing things to eat which he learned the hard way when trying to get through helping Venus with classes at college in the past.

With a bit of coaxing from Dez's part and nudging on Lucifer's end it taken some time to head to Devildom while Venus would be quite in awe of the darkness for the most part, especially when Dez had such a freedom to come and go while letting him come along to see the one he would also have dreams about.

Arriving at the castle was a bit nerve wracking for Venus but comfort of Dez would ease his nerves a little only to be told to stay put in the hall while waiting for her to get back, feeling that sense of longing and sadness for some reason while looking about the hall as if adrift in his dreams again it was real this time. "It's been ages since I last walked these halls..." "No kidding, I feel like I may get lost on accident if I dare leave this hall. Wow... and here I thought my home was big." "Well Diavolo is the Royalty after all and quite the figure but... I worry of him after my passing." "Hey... don't be feeling sad now, you're back home again... we're back home so... chin up huh?"

Hearing the distant sound of footsteps and swallowing hard when meeting the very man that was part of dreams before bowing his head in respect, "A deep honor to meet you sir..." hearing the soft grunt when lifting his head before met with a close up of Diavolo's face and gasping a bit, "S-Sir-?!" a bit shook up before grabbed by the shoulders and closely looked at while turning a bit red. "L-Lucifer?? Is that truly you?!" the dragon is loud in his revelation and beginning to cry before smothering Venus in a bear hug, "OH HOW I MISSED YOU!! I LOVELY BIRD YOU HAVE RETURNED!!!" making Venus wheeze from being hugged so tight and causing him to start screaming when spun about with while Diavolo was so happy of having Lucifer back even if he wasn't like how he was before.

Wheezing when taking over while feeling dizzy just like Venus and groaning from the hug while spun around with, "L-Lord Diavolo...!! Please put me down!" Lucifer had to deal with the unfortunate part of being human and taking a bit when finally gasping for air when put down, "D-Dez...? Can you try to explain to our beloved dragon, please... guh... by devil Dia... you're still so... haa..." breathing hard when he was taking to catch his breath and wobbling on his feet when Venus was just as shook up by this dragon royal who was so excited.