#my brother and his wife lost their unborn baby...

[miyku]

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[entitled-fangirl]

Lost.

Cregan Stark x Pregnant!reader

Summary: the reader accompanies her brother and Cregan to the Wall to discuss an alliance. But the news of Luke's death causes turmoil among them.

Warnings: Blood, cursing, grief, death, miscarriage, Cregan fucking crying

A/n: based on this ask!

Masterlist

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She had to practically beg him.

"No. No, and you need to drop it," he said as he began to lace up his boots.

She whined and pulled herself from the bed, her hair a mess and still only in her shift, "Cregan."

Cregan let out a soft growl, "You dragons just don't see reason, do you?"

She smiled and neared him. Her hands rested over his, keeping him from lacing his boots. "I want time with my brother again. Is that so terrible?"

"It's a two week trip to the Wall."

"That's at least a month with him." She gripped his hands tighter, "Please, Cregan."

He sighed, "The prince will have plenty of time with you before and after. I won't have my wife and unborn child far from the maesters." He let out a forced laugh, "Or near the men of the Wall, for another matter."

"There are maesters there, Cregan. And we all know I am safest with you."

He stared at their connected hands for a while, a million thoughts ringing loudly in his head, but all unvoiced. 

"We still have a few months until the birth," she continued to reason. "And you know I grow cold at night when you're gone."

Cregan smiled up at her. He pulled his hand from hers to rest over her small swollen stomach. 

As much as he wanted to lock her away from the threats of the world, he knew doing so would hurt her more than letting her go.

He chewed at his lip. "If I let you," he began, "You will take no chances. On anything."

"None," She agreed. "Nothing at all." Her hand joined his on her stomach. "I'll stay by your side. I promise."

"Alright." 

…

"Ready to go?" Jace smiled as his sister neared. 

She grinned back as she took his arm, "I've been ready since I heard you were arriving, brother."

He chuckled lightly as the two began to walk to the stable, "Must I say, you practically glow like the sun nowadays."

She huffed, "Do not lie."

"I don't," he said. "There is more color to you."

"That is only the cold nipping at me and coloring my cheeks."

He laughed again, "Maybe so. But either way, You are a natural, my dear sister. A healthy boy is on the way, I know it."

"A boy?" She asked with raised brows. "Oh no, Cregan and I think it's a girl."

He hummed in thought, "No. It's not. I know these things."

She laughed and playfully hit his arm, "You know nothing of this!"

He grinned and shrugged, "All the same. You'd raise a wonderful boy-"

"-Or girl."

"-or girl. Either way, I shall be a very proud uncle."

"Oh, you must wed Baela soon brother, please."

"So eager?" He asked with a smile.

"Our children would be such wonderful friends." Her eyes lit up and she squeezed his arm, "Or such a beautiful betrothal! Think of it!"

Jace look away in thought, "Perhaps so. I hadn't considered that."

"Only," she began again. "I shall pray your boy does not inherit your unruly curls!" 

"Ah, you're the one having a boy first. I said so."

"Oh. So, you wish to have a girl, brother?"

He bit his lip, "If the gods wish it, then yes."

"You'd be wonderful to a daughter, Jace."

His brows furrowed, "Let us focus on the baby at hand, please. And get you to the stables before Cregan has my head."

…

Cregan helped her into the lift at the bottom of the wall, pulling her to him to make room for Jace. 

"I sent a letter to mother before we left," Jace began. "About the child. Luke, Joffrey, and I will choose a dragon egg and send it to you upon my return home."

Her eyes lit up, "Thank you. That was… That was very thoughtful."

Jace looked up to Cregan, who looked at Jace as if he was going to explode any second. 

A dragon? In Winterfell? Around his child? 

But he said nothing. 

"Do have Luke pick it." She finally said. "He has the best taste in such things."

Jace laughed lightly, "I will. But I will not tell him you said so. I can't have him getting prideful."

A silence fell over them as the lift brought them further and further up the wall.

"So, what is this that falls from the sky and shivers my bones?" Jace asked.

"This is only a late summer snow, my prince." Cregan finally spoke, "In winter, it will cover all you see."

"It's quite beautiful, Jace." She smiled, "If you have a warm cloak, that is."

…

Cregan and Jace walked together along the ice halls of the Wall, the Lady Stark behind, making her rounds around the men at work, thanking them, and chatting as she moved. 

"Starks do not forget their oaths, my prince." Cregan began, "But you must know that my gaze is forever torn between north and south. In winter, my duty to the Wall is even more dire than the one I owe to king's landing. I need my men here." 

He looked behind him to his wife, who was in an intense conversation meters back, a hand resting on her stomach as she nodded along with the man that spoke.

"While your men guard against wildings and weather, the Hightowers plan to usurp the throne." 

The two began to walk up to the outlook, Jace continued, "If my mother is to defend her claim to hold the realm united, she needs an army. War is coming to the whole of the realm, my lord." He looked out over the wall. "We cannot wage it without the support of the North."

Silence filled the air, save for the sound of the wind blowing loudly. 

"Do you think my ancestors built a 700-foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?"

"What does it keep out."

"Death."

A man approached the two, "My lord, a raven's arrived. Urgent news from Dragonstone."

Y/n's head perked up, and she immediately excused herself from her conversation to go to her husband.

Cregan unraveled the note, his eyes flitting across the paper hurriedly, and a furrowing in his brows formed.

She moved to Jace and his arm wrapped around her side, pulling her to him. "Cregan," she said. "Is everything alright?"

He looked up at the two Velaryons.

Then held the paper out to Jace.

Cregan then reached out and took his wife from the man, having a new sense of needing her near him.

When Jace read the note and his hand covered his mouth, she became worried, "Jace?"

He didn't answer, but Cregan's grip on her tightened and one hand rested protectively over her swollen belly.

"Jace. Please."

"It's alright," Cregan whispered into her ear, "We're alright." He looked up to Jace, a silent plea to keep calm in front of her.

Jace's jaw clenched, but he forced himself to smile with gritted teeth, "Just a slight hiccup, dear sister."

He gripped the note with an iron grip, not caring of the tears or crinkles it could bring.

He shook his head and began to storm off.

"Jace…" "-It's fine!" He shouted. "Everything is just fine."

He stormed off before she could get it out of him.

She turned around in Cregan's grip, "My love. Please tell me what has happened."

He shook his head and brushed a piece of hair from her face, "No. You needn't worry about these things. It's bad for the babe."

"Cregan-"

“Please do not ask me to bring you torment, my girl,” Cregan said with a tilt of his head.

“Cregan, you torment me by keeping me in the shadows.”

“Trust me when I say, I am not.”

She pulled herself from his hands, “No. You do. Now, tell me.”

Cregan’s jaw tightened and his voice became stronger, “I won’t.”

“Speak the words, Cregan.”

He stared back.

“Say it.”

Silence.

Her voice grew desperate, “Say it.”

He simply stared, a slight tilt to his head.

“If you love me as your wife, you’ll not keep this from me.”

He immediately took a step and his voice lowered, “Do not use such words-“

She growled, “then fucking say it.”

He took steps to her, their faces not far, “You won’t hear it from me.”

“Then I will find it elsewhere," she sneered in his face.

She stormed off, Cregan left to stare over the wall.

He wanted to chase after her. Stop her and correct it all. But he just couldn’t.

This news changed everything.

…

She opened the door, finding Jace in the midst of a fit of rage, throwing his cup against the wall.

“Jace?”

He looked up at her, forcing himself to calm. She moved to him and held her arms out.

And he collapsed against her, weeping into her neck.

“Jace. Jace, it’s alright.” She cooed lightly to him.

“He’s gone. He’s gone and I wasn’t there.”

Gone? Who? 

Her mind began to race and her heart dropped.

Surely not Daemon. Jace wouldn’t weep as if his world crumbled.

Gods, Jace hadn’t wept at all since the day Ser Harwin died.

“Jace. Look at me.”

She pulled his face to look at him, “What happened?”

“I promise you, I’ll kill them all. I will.”

“Calm yourself, dear brother.”

“CALM MYSELF?” He roared and pulled back from her. “Our brother is dead and you tell me to calm myself?”

Hot tears sprang to her eyes and she sniffled lightly. 

A hand shot to her stomach.

“Luke?”

Jace brows immediately relaxed, “gods, you didn’t… Stark didn’t…”

“Luke is dead?” She whispered as a shaky hand covered her mouth.

“I didn’t mean to… please, come here.”

The two siblings embraced, Jace holding her tightly against him and brushing through her hair as she began to wail against him.

Her hands clutched at his cloak and it quickly became wet with her tears.

Cregan threw the door open and his entire body stiffened at the sight.

She turned her head against Jace’s chest. She spoke through broken hiccups, “Luke…”

Cregan’s eyes softened as he saw her puffy eyes, “I know.”

Jace tightened his hold, “Aemond hunted him down on his dragon.”

Cregan watched her eyes completely glaze over and her breath quickened.

She let out a low groan.

“Sister? Sister, please.”

She pulled away and a hand quickly moved to her stomach, her brows furrowed.

“Cregan…”

“Fuck…” Cregan immediately moved to her and pulled her into his arms. “My love, please steady yourself.”

A few more tears slipped from her eyes, “It hurts, Cregan.”

No.

No. No. No.

He gripped her biceps in an iron grip, “No. No, you’re alright.”

She shook her head, “No. I’m not.” She gritted her teeth and her eyes closed. “I’m not. Please.”

“My girl.” He cooed, “Let us sit you down.”

She gasped at a sudden feeling.

“Sister…” Jace took a step towards her.

“Please," She begged and held a hand out, stopping him. “I…”

A low and pained groan and her knees buckled.

Cregan caught her with ease, holding her up. “My prince. Bring me that chair.”

Jace moved immediately, pulling a wooden chair across the floor with a loud scrape.

Cregan lowered her into the chair, cringing at the whimper that left his wife’s mouth.

“Perhaps a maester…?” Jace asked.

“No-“

“-Yes,” Cregan nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Cregan,” she cried. “I can’t. I can’t lose her-“

“-if we do not fetch the maester, then she will be.” Cregan’s eyes were set, as if challenging her to fight him on it.

“Fine. Fine, please.”

Jace quickly left in practically a sprint.

“It’s not your fault, you know.”

She turned to the Stark, “What?”

He looked like he was ready to cry. His bottom lip quivered, “if you do lose her.”

Her eyes saddened and her hand moved to his face, “I can’t.”

“You will, my love.” He forced a deep breath to hold back the tears and let out a breath, “She is gone now, I’m sure of it.”

If she wasn’t in pain enough, that multiplied it.

…

Four hours later, Jace and Cregan sat in the opposite end on the room, watching the maester work endlessly.

But they were silent. Their eyes were both fixed on the blood that stained everything.

She had fallen asleep long ago, from the pain or loss of blood, they weren’t sure.

But it gave their ears a break from her piercing cries that rang through the entirety of the Wall.

When the maester moved to the two men, they stood.

“My lord, my prince,” he began. “The Lady has lost much blood.”

“Will she live?” Cregan immediately asked.

“I…” he bit his lip. “She will, my lord, but…”

“That is all I need. You may go.”

“Lord Stark-“

“GO!” He growled.

The maester bowed his head and quickly left, pulling the door behind him.

Silence filled the room. Both men still stared at the poor woman who slept away the pain.

…

Jace had left not long after, wandering the halls of Castle Black in thought, so it was only Cregan in the room when she woke.

She let out a low groan, and he held her hand in his. "Lovely, how are you feeling?"

Her eyes studied him before a light sob racked through her.

He lightly kissed her knuckles, knowing that was the only comfort he could bring to her at the moment.

"I told you it wasn't your fault."

"But I…" She hiccuped and wiped her face with her free hand, "I pushed for you to tell me. I… I forced you to let me accompany you here."

"You did not do any of that," he reprimanded. "None of it."

Her eyes held a hollowed look to them, "I lost the future of Winterfell."

Her brows furrowed and his hand smoothed the hair from her forehead.

"A boy," she sniffled. "Would've been."

He felt a punch to his gut.

He'd seen battle before, but nothing caused him as much pain as this moment. 

He looked down at their intertwined hands, "It does not mean that all is lost, my girl."

"Then why does it feel like it?"

His eyes watered, and his nose scrunched in frustration. He wanted to curse as his bottom lip trembled for the second time today, "I don't know."

A single tear ran down the Wolf's face.

"But I promise you," He sniffled. Another tear down his face as he let out a soft breath, "You have not lost me."

"I couldn't give you an heir."

"And I do not know how to comfort you through it."

She pushed herself up and he shook his head, "No, you need to rest."

But she managed to sit herself up against the headrest.

Her hand brushed his cheek and he couldn't stop the tears that began to rush down his face.

"Oh, Cregan," she cooed.

His hand brought her other one up to his lips again, kissing her knuckles fervently this time, as if she would disappear if he didn't.

"Hey. Stop," she tilted her head. "Cregan. Stop."

His eyes looked to her through a blurry haze.

"It's not your fault either, you know." She finally said.

He forced a laugh and shook his head. "I fear I'd go mad without you, my girl."

"As I with you."

The two managed to catch their breath in the silence that followed, a promise that things would get better if they only let it.

He leaned forward to her, gently connecting their lips. 

She let out a whine, accepting his kiss eagerly. 

His hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her to him. He hardly cared about the salty taste of the tears on their lips.

He pulled away first.

"I'll promise our graybeards to the queen," Cregan stated as he sat back down.

She huffed, "Don't pity me and feel as if you must defend-"

His grip tightened on her hand, "I will have the head of that boy on a fucking spike." Cregan growled.

"He did not lose our child, I did!" She said with a raised voice.

His jaw clenched as his eyes bore into hers, "Aemond Targaryen lost the war the second he chased your brother with Vhagar. The graybeards will march when the time is right. In exchange for Aemond's head by the time the war is done."

"Cregan-"

"-He is why our son is dead. And the North will remember that."

She looked down to her stomach, rubbing a hand over what used to be there only hours before.

Cregan Stark's gaze became more rigid than the ice around them. 

"Winter is coming for the Greens."

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A/n: Okay, hey, now that you're depressed from this fic, let's talk. I'm making a Cregan Stark tag list! Let me know if you want on it!

[starogeorgina]

𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

Paring: Aemond Targaryen × Targaryen reader, minor Daemon Targaryen × Targaryen reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kidnapping, sexual blackmail, self harm

1.02

Feeling a dip in the bed, fresh tears swell your eyes. You freeze. The hour was late, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon and the single candle you had lit for your nephew, Lucerys Velaryon. Rhaenyra’s life was shattered into a thousand unfixable pieces because of what Aemond did at the end of the storm. Only if the gods had not made him so hot-tempered. Nothing would be the same again. You weren’t a fool like your brother, who threw a feast to celebrate; Rhaenyra and Daemon would be coming for all of you with fire and blood.

It was advised by the master that you sleep on your left side for the remainder of your pregnancy, and every night your husband would sleep on the same side and hold you close, making sure you wouldn’t roll into a different position. When you feel Aemond’s hand resting against the thin, silky fabric covering your swollen belly, wracking sob escapes you.

“Did you mean to do it?”

“No.”

By the time salty tears reach your lips, the room is completely silent. What could either of you say? He rubs small circles on your stomach; Aemond did that most nights, and sometimes he’d feel the baby move. You often joked that it was your unborn child’s way of telling him to let them sleep.

When your own tears have dried, you feel the wetness on Aemond’s cheek as he presses his lips against the back of your shoulder. You had only ever witnessed Aemond crying twice befor. “You’re a father, Aemond, and he was just a boy.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“No man is so accursed as the Kinslayer.”

You lean back further into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating from his bare skin. You love Aemond; that would never change, but it terrified you. Not only by what he did, but because it didn’t change how you felt towards him.

Your lips part when Aemond’s large hand moves from your stomach to your rib cage. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No, should I be?”

“I’m scared of myself and of what I’d do to keep you safe.”

He skims his hand over to your breast and begins gently rubbing at your sensitive nipple, causing you to let out a small moan.

Feeling dampness between your thighs, you squeeze your legs together and involuntarily arch your back into his touch. Aemond knows how needy you are for his touch, especially in your current condition. With all the hormones constantly racing through your body, you’d be craving him for the slightest thing. “I need you,” he says, slowly bringing your nightgown to your waist. “Please, my love.”

You part your legs enough for Aemond to slide into you with ease. His thrusts are gentler than normal, and he peppers your cheek and neck with kisses. It’s only when you whine does he bring his hand to your clit, taking you closer to the edge. There was sadness in the air. This wasn’t the same as the other times being intimate; there was no primal urge behind it, just the need to be close to one another.

It doesn’t take you long to come undone, and feeling how tight you are, Aemond spills his seed inside you.

“Wait,” you say, gripping Aemond’s hip when he goes to pull out. “Don’t move; I want to feel close to you... Just hold me, please.”

—

Aemond picks at the scab on his palm; the irony of hurting himself by holding onto his wife’s necklace so tight after losing her for real wasn’t lost on him. His eye shifts from the small specks of blood forming on his hand to the crib at the foot of his bed. The light shade of blue on the bottom sheet inside the crib was an identical match to the shade most of his wife’s dresses were.

Ser Criston clears his throat, then hands Aemond a goblet of Dornish red and says, “My prince.”

Aemond accepts the wine, but unlike his elder brother, he doesn’t guzzle it down. Aegon finishes his drink, wipes the dregs from his mouth, and then slams the cup down onto the table. “Now, since we know where my sister is, how do we get her back? I say we attack at dawn.”

Aemond traces his finger over Dragonstone on the map in front of him. His beloved was so close, yet so far. “Mother has written to Rhaenyra again, asking for my wife to be allowed to leave, but if what our strong nephew says is true, then Rhaenyra has gone to madness.”

Frustrated, Aegon kicks the table. “The whore took my son, my wife, and now she has taken my sister hostage! Fuck madness!”

“Your grace, we have no idea which parts of the castle they are being kept in.” Criston says calmly, attempting to temper him. “If we attack at dawn, we may harm the princess and her baby.”

Aegon sinks further into his chair. “If Sunfyre and Vahgar fly over Dragonstone, the blacks will be distracted long enough, and my sister can mount her dragon and fly back.”

“My wife won’t leave without our daughter,” Aemond says, tapping his fingers against the wooden edge of the chair. “If Daemon sees us coming, there’s nothing stopping him from killing both of them. We cannot attack directly; we must be discreet.”

—

“That’s enough for now. The babe should rest for the night.”

Hearing Daemon's orders, you kiss Daenys on the back of the hand multiple times before handing her over to the wet nurse taking care of her. Your nephew Jacaerys had been right, and the more compliant you are with Daemon, the more your uncle allowed you to do, and that includes spending more time with Daenys. Unless Aemond came for you, you’d need to play along and wait out the storm until you had a window of opportunity to either kill Daemon or escape.

“Thank you... for letting me see her twice today.”

Sighing, your uncle gets to his feet and begins untying his breeches. “Behave throughout the night, and I’ll have the wet nurse bring her back up tomorrow.”

You move away from the now locked door and go to stand by the window. Without turning back, you drop your nightgown so it pools at your feet, leaving you completely bare. Focusing on the stars above you, you arch your back, but instead of feeling the tip of his cock pushing inside you, you feel the wetness of his tongue swiping across your cunny.

You hate it when Daemon brings you pleasure because of the guilt you feel afterwards. But yet you find yourself reaching back and gripping hold of Daemon's silver strands to keep him from moving as he eats you out. Making you cum before attempting to impregnate you was one of the few acts of kindness he granted you.

Against your will, soft moans escape your lips. Daemon stands and takes a fistful of your hair, then roughly slams into you and says, “Deny all you like, niece, but I know how badly you crave the touch of a dragon.”

He was partly right; you craved your husband's touch. But as you stare into the dark abbess of the sky, you yearn for something more.

You crave fire and blood.

[goldenkiwistyles]

Don’t scare me like that LH44

Warnings: mentions of fainting, pregnancy complications.

Lewis Hamilton x wife!reader

George Russell x sister!reader

As the paddock buzzed with excitement she felt a bit of disappointment. The realisation this would be the last time this season she would experience the hustle and bustle of the paddock on the race weekend. The last time she would be able to support Lewis from the Mercedes garage.

As y/n had just hit her eighth month of pregnancy she and Lewis decided that Austria would be the last race she attended. She was looking forward to the next chapter in their life.

Lewis was currently in the media pen doing interviews so y/n decided to hang out in Mercedes hospitality with her brother George. It was an exceptionally hot day at the red bull ring, making the pregnant women fell rather uncomfortable.

George and y/n were about to head to the motorhome where it was slightly cooler when she started to feel a bit light headed.

"Georgie... I don't feel to good."

The younger Russell turns around just in time to catch his sister as she collapses. He gently lies her down, panic taking over as he tells Carmen to go find Lewis and yells for someone to call an ambulance.

-

As soon as Lewis saw Carmen running into the media pen the colour drained from his face. He knew something had happened to y/n. He abandoned the interview not caring he was half way through and followed Carmen back to hospitality.

The sight that met him shook him to the core. The love of his life lying unconscious in her brothers arms. Tears streamed down his face as he yelled at the crowd around him to do something, Carmen doing every thing she could to comfort him.

After what felt like an eternity the paramedics arrived saying she had passed out from dehydration, immediately starting her on fluids and transporting her to the nearest hospital.

-

When y/n woke up she felt very disorientated. From the beeping of machines and the white clinical walls she figured she was in the hospital.

"Hey your awake."

The women turns to find Carmen sat at her bed side panic instantly consuming her.

"What happened? Is the baby ok?"

Carmen grabs her hand trying to soothe her. "The baby is ok. You passed out due to dehydration. Were out for most of the day."

Realisation suddenly hit y/n. "Oh my god the race! Where are George and Lewis now?"

"They're on their way back from the race. Toto practically had to drag both of them out of here."

"What was the result?"

"George won. Lewis came 4th."

Sadness washed over y/n after finding out she missed her younger brother get his second win.

Just then an exhausted looking Lewis and George stubble through the door the latter of the two instantly rushing over to hug his sister.

"Your ok." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling away.

"I missed your win."

"That's ok. All that matters to me is that you're alright."

Lewis just stood there silently staring at his wife. Sensing the couple need some privacy, Carmen excused herself and her boyfriend saying they would be in the cafeteria.

"Lew."

"Baby."

The driver broke down, the realisation that his wife and unborn baby where ok slapping him in the face.

"Come here lew."

Without hesitation he ran over, wrapping himself round her and crying into her shoulder.

"I thought I'd lost both of you."

Rubbing his back she whispers: "We are ok Lew. Everything is ok."

A/N: Not my best work ever but oh well.

[zeninslut]

That's just my baby daddy

pregnant hcs with ya favs ( Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru)

AN: when I figure out how to make these posts actually look good its over for y'all fr. I hope y'all enjoy, comments and reblogs are appreciated guysss!

C. Kamo

husband choso who is beyond ecstatic when he finds out you’re pregnant because he wasn’t even sure he could give you a child, being ,you know, half curse and all

Husband choso who coddles you the whole pregnancy making sure you don’t lift a finger unless you truly want to and even then it still takes a little convincing. he can't keep his hands off you truly, always seeking your comfort. He puts your shoes on for you very early in the pregnancy and never falters. 

Husband choso and uncle yuji who fight while building the crib somehow making the crib in 3 different ways (all incorrect) before they finally get it together.

Husband choso and uncle yuji who talk to your unborn baby through the stomach. Both sides of their head attached to your belly. They talk to your baby girl for hours even when you fall asleep. Yuji is so excited for his big brother and choso is happy that his brother loves your baby almost as much as he does. 

Husband choso who has a sixth sense for your pregnancy needs. He wakes up minutes before you whine about a pregnancy craving, making you exactly want you want without you even asking. The both of you don’t know how he does it but you’re grateful nonetheless. 

Husband choso who thinks he could never love anyone more than you until you have his daughter

Husband choso who is absolutely wrapped around his daughters finger in the moment she opens her beautiful brown orbs to stare at him for the first time. He feels his heart swell with tenderness and pride as he looks at his own eyes in female form 

Husband choso who thanks and praises you as soon as he hears the strong cry of his daughter

Husband choso who follows you and his daughter like a lost puppy. Not wanting to be without you and especially not her 

Husband choso who is actually really great at changing diapers despite having no experience. Changing his mini me’s diapers with speed and efficiency. Because of this, he is constantly on diaper duty, which he always complains about but secretly he doesnt mind. He loves cooing and playing with her hands after. 

Husband choso who kisses your daughters feet and hands just absolutely in awe that such a wonderful creation is his. His heart flutters every time he hears her laugh 

Husband choso who definitely cries when he hears the cries of your daughter getting her ears pierced 

T. Fushiguro

Husband toji who was scared shitless when you told him you were pregnant. The shitess quickly turned into him shitting himself when he finds out that its a girl.

Husband toji who truly questions who wears the pants in this relationship at this point in time because your hormones have been off the roof. He knew you could be a brat but this new found attitude of yours is truly unmatched. He finds himself listening the first time (surprisingly) when you ask him to do something, for fear of getting his ear yanked down to your height and screamed in.

Husband toji who loves the fire in your eyes as the pregnancy progresses.

Husband toji who doesn’t protest but instead hides some chuckles as you chew shiu out for constantly bring him new assignments knowing damn well he has a pregnant wife at home and he can’t say no to money 

Husband toji who shares a beer with uncle shiu as shiu tells him what its like to be a girl dad and live in a house full of exclusively girls.

Husband toji who doesnt think much about how fast and huge your belly is growing at only 4 months in.

Husband toji who gets a little nervous when shiu’s wife tells him that you’re getting huge and she only was that big when she was having twins. He shakes it off though, he knows he’s a big man so it would only make sense right… RIGHT???

husband toji who thinks he might faint when a routine ultrasound turns into the sonographer saying 

“Hmm I must have missed this the last time but it appears you’re expecting twins! Congratulations!!” 

Husband toji who fears being a terrible father especially to girls. You reassure him that he is not what he grew up with. He’s more than deserving of a happy family and that he will make a great dad. 

Husband toji who keeps his hand on your belly at all times especially in public. It’s his effort to shield you and his kids from any harm 

Husband toji who makes it a point to occasionally hold you from the back and lift your stomach to take the weight of your back. He figures its the least he could do especially because of his strength. It’s moments like this where you know he would make a great girl dad. 

Husband toji who knows he’s a wanted man so he doubled on security and tripled in it on days when he isn’t around. Even getting a couple guard dogs just in case. He can’t take any chances on losing the best things that have ever happened to him, he already lost so much 

Husband toji who sends shiu and his wife to the house for you on days where his target is being particularly hard to find. 

Husband toji who has to be stopped by shiu from punching all the men in the room for peaking at his wife in such a vulnerable state during labor

Husband toji who’s fears of being a bad father dissipate when he holds his girls for the first time. It’s all clear to him now, he will lay his life down for you and his daughters. He vows would do whatever it takes to make sure you guys are safe and taken care of. 

Husband toji who now wears a baby wrap always opting to carry one of the twins 

G. Suguru

Husband suguru who genuinely isn’t surprised when you tell him you’re pregnant but he sure does put on one hell of an act. It was only a matter of time before the birth control you used was completely out of your system as he switched out each individual pill with a sugar pill and precisely packaged it back to normal 

Husband suguru whose heart swells with pride when you start showing.

Husband suguru who wont stop cuddling you and making you the little spoon. He claims its good for the baby and for no other reason but everyone knows its for him

Husband suguru who insists on making sure you have a midwife or doula who stays with you on days that he can’t. They are in constant communication about you and your pregnancy. Personally, the doula thinks he bothers you too much but you think its just right and that’s all that matters. You could never get enough of your loving husband 

Husband suguru  who sees the pregnancy glow on you get stronger and stronger. It’s like his kryptonite. He could never resist you in the first place but it just makes it so much harder to get work done when his beautiful round pregnant wife is sitting on the couch in his clothes reading a book on maternity. 

Husband suguru and uncle satoru who take turns singing to your belly while you laugh in glee. You never minded how close satoru was to your unborn baby, it was only expected. Suguru and satoru were like salt and pepper (literally)

Husband suguru who makes the most exquisite love to you throughout the whole pregnancy. He makes sure you know you are loved and cherished in any form you are in.

Husband suguru who has thoughts about blowing the whole hospital up if you experience so much as a smudge of malpractice. It’s his wife and kid for god’s sake. 

Husband suguru who because of this makes sure he has a team of trusted maternity doctors in the house while you have a water birth. He sits next to the tub with you praising you for all that you’ve been through and what you’re about to go through.

Husband suguru who kind of hates himself when he sees that the pain youre in is immense. It brings tears to his eyes even when you tell him that it’s okay and that you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He still wants to drive a stake through his heart for “hurting” his precious wife.  

Husband suguru who quite surprised when he sees that his daughter has his beautiful violet eyes. 

Husband suguru who falls completely in love with you again when he sees his daughter latching onto your breast for the first time. He loves the motherly look on you.

Husband suguru who loves having you on his lap and his daughter in yours. 

Husband suguru who’s heart has been stolen by his beautiful daughter when he watches her smile and wrap her small wrap around his index finger. 

Husband suguru who is pleasantly surprised when he reaches under the bathroom counter to see your abandoned pack of pseudo birth control hiding in the corner. You didn’t touch it for months leading up to the day you said you were pregnant. he knows you wanted him to see it. He smirks to himself knowing that he has truly met his match and that you are nothing short of the one for him

[dixons-sunshine]

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part 4 | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 625.

A/n: Okay, so here's some more of my own personal headcannons for this au because I have nothing else to post lol. However, these focus more on the canon timeline, because I want to write more for this au in the show's events. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!

★ When the quarry camp got overrun with walkers, Daryl couldn't find you at first.

★ His whole world shattered for a moment when he called for you but you didn't answer him. He thought that the walkers had gotten you, and he was ready to kill anyone and anything in his path.

★ However, you finally called out to him. When you did, he ran to you and practically crushed your body to him.

★ He had just lost his brother. He couldn't handle losing you, too.

★ He held you that entire night. He wouldn't let you go.

★ When everyone got to the CDC, Daryl was relieved. Not only were you safe, but there was a doctor that could help deliver the baby.

★ He spent the night (while very slightly intoxicated) cuddled up on your stomach. Before he fell asleep, he whispered sweet nothings to your baby, his baby, as well as saying an endless amount of “I love you's” to you.

★ Yeah, that dream of his got ruined quickly. You think he was pissed at Jenner in the show? Multiply that by a hundred when his wife and unborn child are in danger. The only reason Jenner didn't get a beating was because you were clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

★ When those doors opened, he practically dragged you out of there. The others were still stumbling around, but the two of you were running for those doors upstairs the minute Jenner opened the doors.

★ When the horde on the highway passed and everyone was looking for Sophia, you were right by his side. He wanted you to stay by the RV but with T-Dog injured and him not fully trusting only Dale to keep you safe, he brought you along.

★ Not without a gun, though. He trusted your shooting skills. The two of you had taken up shooting practice with guns for hunting back in the day, so he felt comfortable enough with letting you carry a gun.

★ It did take a lot of threatening convincing for Shane to give in, but Daryl wouldn't let up.

★ When the farm finally came along, your escapades were put on a temporary halt.

★ Not because he didn't trust you to help look for Sophia, but because with the safety the farm provided and with a doctor available, it was time to properly start thinking of the baby.

★ Hershel gave the two of you a few baby books to read, and Daryl stayed up late into the night while you slept, reading and preparing himself for everything.

★ He did get excited when he learnt that having sex didn't hurt the baby, but he would never force you into that. It was just nice knowing that if you wanted to, he could give you what you wanted without having to worry about hurting the baby.

★ You did want it, more easily aroused than ever before because of your hormones, but there was a time and place for that—Hershel's farm while sleeping in a tent near everyone wasn't the time nor place for that.

★ Daryl really wanted the farm to work out. Unlike in the show, he'd be on Rick's side with wanting to stay. It was the safest option for you and your unborn baby, and he'd be damned if someone (Shane) ruined everything.

★ When Daryl got shot, he may or may not have been proud of you when news of you punching Andrea circled back to him.

★ He did get a proper scolding from you for scaring you like that, though.

★ He wasn't mad because he understood, and when he saw your tears, he brought you into his arms, despite the pain in his body.

★ You were the only one who was able to reach out to him when everyone found out that Sophia was dead.

★ Seeing walker Sophia instilled a new yet old fear in him—what if he failed your baby? What if your baby died because he couldn't protect them? What if you died because he couldn't protect you?

★ It took a lot of comforting to calm him down. You knew that you wouldn't be able to erase his fear, but you could be there for him and reassure him to the best of your abilities.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[bones4thecats]

أهلا please can you write a story about Poseidon and his wife the goddess of moon, he love her so much but she lost her memory and forgot it and now he is trying to help her remember him despite his pain. Sorry for my bad language

Type of Writing: Request Character: Poseidon Name: Poseidon with Moon Goddess! Reader that Loses Her Memory Requester: @75rrgyt34

A/N: أهلاً بك! I hope that was right, I use google when it comes to languages I don't know fluently😅. I hope you do enjoy this, lil bubbles🫧!

⚠️ Content Warning: Trauma, severe wounds, child loss, trauma, and war ⚠️

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🔱 You were the Greek Goddess of the Moon, and the daughter of the Titan Goddess of the Moon, Selene, whom created you from a speck of the moon's dust

🔱 Due to the Titanomachy, or, as many nowadays call it, the Titan War, you and Poseidon started off on bad terms, since he had witness the fight your mother participated in

🔱 When she was taken away and imprisoned, you just watched while floating next to the brothers as she smiled at you and blew a kiss of stars, which now were littered throughout your hair, symbolizing the everlasting love your mother has for you

🔱 Poseidon would watch as you floated over the ocean with a small smile as a dolphin would jump up to try playing or when a whale tried to splash you with some water from their blowhole or a swing of their tail

🔱 While many would view those actions as a symbol that the Greek God of the Sea disliked you, he had no control over the animals, they were merely the ones living in his domain

🔱 He had control of the waves and how the weather surrounding the sea made it react, and it always seemed to go from rough and rage-filled to calm and filled with delicacy whenever you were around

🔱 You and Poseidon bonded quite well, as you were very quiet and peaceful like your mother, but you also had a darker side, one similar to Poseidon's normal mood

🔱 It took a very long time, and by a very long time, I mean around maybe a few centuries, for you guys to start courting one another, and another thousand or so years for you guys to get married and start a life together

🔱 In the first few months of your relationship, you had gotten pregnant and Hera said you were destined to have a baby boy, which you and Poseidon decided on the name Πρωτότοκος, or Protótokos, which means firstborn in Greek

🔱 Poseidon and you were extremely excited for the new chapter you were about to begin, but it all came crashing down when the Gigantomachy broke out

🔱 You were resting at home when Poseidon attending an important meeting with his brothers, Ares, and Hermes, and once it ended, he went home to prepare for battle, and to get you to Hermes and into protection

🔱 But, when he arrived at the palace, he didn't see you awaiting him in the front of the throne room doors like usual, and with the war, he felt a bit uneasy

🔱 Following his instincts, he fled into your shared bedroom and found you on the ground with many wounds dressing your once clean figure

🔱 The worst ones would have to be the big bashing your head had taken and the large stab sounds on your stomach alongside bruises

🔱 He froze and went to check your pulse, which was thankfully still there, and when you were stabilized by the nurses and doctors he ordered in to help you, he headed off to battle with nothing but pure rage in his heart

🔱 They may be able to hurt him, but nobody will ever touch nonetheless try killing the ones he holds closest to him, especially his wife and unborn child

🔱 When the war ended and he returned to hear the news of what happened to you, he was met with the horrible news of losing the child due to trauma, and your memories may not even be there, also due to trauma

🔱 Poseidon tried distancing himself as you awoke and began healing, but he couldn't leave you alone, besides, Zeus and Hades kept dragging him, more so Hades then Zeus, since Poseidon would skewer him

🔱 Seeing you look confused at him hurt, you were supposed to look at him with love in your eyes, not this distant unknowing of him and what you two had made and lost

🔱 He made it his life goal to help you restore your memories, no matter the cost, you were his wife, he made a pledge to you long ago that he'd be with you throughout any challenge that plagued your lives, and this was going to be the hardest one he faces, he hopes...

[themultifandomgal]

Arthur Shelby- Charlottes Favourite Uncle

This was requested I think over on Wattpad. I can’t actually find the actual request. Hope you enjoy.

Trigger warning- Miscarriage

Before Arthur YN was in a bad relationship. Her ex was cruel to her, but when YN found out she was pregnant she left in fear of her unborn child.

YN knew the Shelby's since being Polly's neighbour for many years so when they found out about her situation Arthur chose to help her.

They married before YN started to show and now 2 and half years later everyone now believes that YN's daughter, Charlotte, is Arthur's. Although the Shelby's know different and now YN and Arthur just found out she's pregnant.

"Carful Lots" YN says as the little girl is running round her uncles and aunt

"Ok Arthur what are we doing here?" John asks placing Esme on his lap holding a drink in his hand

"YN and I have some news. YN is pregnant. We're having a baby"

"No!" Charlotte shouts "no baby"

"Sorry she's struggling with the idea of a baby brother or sister" YN tells everyone

"No mamma no baby"

"Lots mummy has the baby in her tummy now your going to be a big sister" Arthur tried to explain "like I was a big brother"

"Noooo!" she cry's running over to her favourite uncle, Tommy which everyone has been shocked over, from a little age Charlotte took to Tommy, the most unaffectionate person they all know "tell them no baby" she says taking Tommys face in her tiny hands

"I'm sorry little one I can't do that" this causes the little girl to start crying more. Tommy holds her close trying to comfort her, letting tears and snot stain his blazer. Still shocked that Tommy is comforting Charlotte, YN looks at her husband who has the same facial expression as her.

Charlotte falls asleep in Tommys arms, so Arthur takes this opportunity to pick her up and carry her home with YN by his side.

The following day YN, Arthur and Charlotte are at Polly's house when YN starts to get cramps in her stomach

"Everything ok YN?" Polly asks looking at her nephews wife

"Erm I don't know. Something doesn't feel right"

"What do you mean?" Arthur panics

"My stomach hurt Arthur"

"I'll take you to the hospital. He's gonna be no help" Tommy suggests

"You ok looking after Charlotte for us?"

"Yes of course love. Go"

Unfortunately YN and Arthur found out that YN lost the baby. So returning to Polly's they were both feeling rather sad. Neither Arthur or YN had to verbally tell anyone that they lost the baby, it's like they all knew and when Polly did finally say

"The baby?" Arthur just gave a head shake, this being all that was needed for everyone to understand what's happened. Charlotte starts running around the house but when YN asks her to slow down, Charlotte sticks her tongue out and carry's on

"I'll be back in a minute" YN says sadly walking towards her daughter "Lots I need you to stop running, you might break something"

"I don't care" she huffs

"Sweetheart please. This isn't our house this is Polly's"

"Mamma you don't tell me what to do"

"Charlotte I'm your mother"

"I don't care!" Charlotte shouts

"Charlotte do not shout" YN makes her voice a little more stern

"I hate you and Arthur I hate you both"

"Charlotte Shelby! Do not speak to your mother like that!" Arthur shouts and the little girl runs off crying

"Arthur" YN sighs.

Charlotte runs off and finds Tommy sat quietly with a drink in his hand

"Uncle Tommy" she cries running over to him. Tommy immediately picks the little girl up

"What's got you so sad?" he asks

"Mamma and Arthur tell me off"

"Well what happened?"

"I was running and mamma said I'll break something"

"Well she's right you could run and break something or hurt yourself, but what else is wrong"

"Mamma and Arthur don't love me anymore so I said I don't love them"

"Now that's not very nice Charlotte, but why wouldn't they?"

"Because of baby"

"Ahhh" Tommy now realises what's going on "well, mamma and Arthur need you to be a very good girl because something has happened that's upset them"

"Me?"

"No, but when your not listening it might make them more sad"

"What happened to mamma? Why she sad?"

"They will tell you soon, but you need to be a good girl and help them. Do you think you can do that?"

"Maybe I could listen"

"Good girl. Now what do you say we go and find them for you to say sorry"

"Ok" Charlotte sighs. Tommy puts the little girl down and takes her hand and guides her to the kitchen where YN and Arthur are sat with a cup of tea

"I think someone has something to say" Tommy says

"Im sorry. I don't hate you. I love you both"

"We love you Charlotte, but you need to start listening"

"I know. Im sorry"

"Come 'ere" YN says opening her arms. She scoops her daughter up in her arms and places a kiss on her head. Arthur stands up and hold both his girls in his arms also places a kiss on Charlottes head then one on YN's.

[abandoned-as-mustard]

Prayer request for our family - my brother and his wife just lost their unborn baby. It was their first child. Please pray for comfort and healing.

[novaxanomaly]

Birth of Eboni

A/N: this little thing is a piece that is concerning my own characters and an RP partners characters. please do not steal or claim as your own.

Tagging: @co11ywobbles, @deadshot6969, @salty-space-gremlin

Wordcount: 2043 words

TW: blood, death, birth, fear.

Muses used: Kage, Tsuki, Akina, Kuragami, Kagemi, Donovan.

To say that he was surprised when Akina came to him and told him she was pregnant, would be an understatement. He personally never thought that he would ever have children again, being extra careful not to let it happen. After all, that last time he had a family, it ended in tragedy.

But now, Akina is huge and round in the belly, the whole pregnancy Kage would demand she let him or Tsuki do whatever work that was needing to be done. He even, willingly, went on missions instead of Akina, to prevent any injury to the elf and their unborn baby. When there were no missions, no threats, no negative things, Kage would take advantage and cuddle up to Akina and talk to the baby growing in her womb. He would tell the unborn baby stories and sing.

Today, though, he was out with his siblings, making Tsuki promise to keep Akina at least safe in the cottage.

“Oh, Kage look at this one, it's so you!” Kagemi squealed, holding up a tiny black colored baby outfit with the words 'Daddy's Little Shadow' printed across the front of the onesie and the matching pants had hearts. “I mean, have you figured out what the gender is?”

“Yeah, Akina wouldn't let me go to the appointment for that ultrasound... so you would have to ask her.” Kage sighed, he was not excited about buying clothes for the baby, it didn't feel like a thing he should be doing, but Akina had scolded him and kicked him out of the house because of how much time he had been spending with her and their unborn baby. “I like that one, put it in the carriage. But we should probably get something for a boy too, just in case.”

Kuragami chuckled. 'You know, Brother, I don't see why you are so upset about hanging out with us. Before Akina got pregnant, we would hang out weekly.” He said, wondering what was bothering their oldest triplet sibling. Kuragami was never told about the Tragedy with his last family. Only Kagemi knows, and refuses to tell anyone because it isn't her story to tell.

“I... I am just a … worried dad, OK?” Kage said finally. “can we leave it at that?”

“You do know that there is such thing as too much worry, right?” Kura asked, a small smile on his lips to let Kage know that he was not trying to start a problem. “You need to understand that we are around to help also, I mean, Brother, I have kids too, so I get it. I worry too, I told you what happened to Jett.”

“Yeah... well, at least your kids are alive, brother.” Kage countered in a soft voice, low so only his siblings could hear with the heightened hearing they all had. Kura frowned in response to the comment and glanced to Kagemi, who simply closed her eyes and nodded.

“Why have you never told me this?” Kura asked.

“Not really something I want to willingly remember... but if it wasn't for Kagemi, I would have killed myself.” he sighed, “Kura, I had a wife and a son, my daughter hadn't been born yet. I came home from the group hunt the tribe does, and found my wife and son dead and bloody on my bed, my wife's pregnant belly still moving.” Kage told Kura the story, still speaking in the low tone, he looked into his younger sibling's matching ethereal blue eyes and continued. “Our unborn child was suffocating in the womb because my wife had died, so I tried to save it. I cut her belly open, carefully and pulled my daughter out and held her in my arms as I tried to clean her off. I watched the light fade from her beautiful blue eyes, brother. She took her last breath in my arms. I just don't want that happening to Akina, and this baby...not if I can actually prevent it.”

Kuragami nodded, another small warm smile forming on his lips, “I can understand your fear, brother, I almost lost Oisin... a while ago, but it was such a close call. So I at least understand a tiny bit what you mean.”

Kage was grateful that Kura understood his worry, and they continued to do the shopping. “I better be able to meet my new niece or nephew when they are born!” Kagemi chimed happily as Kage's phone began to ring.

It was Tsuki's ringtone, which made the shadow demon furrow his brows, as he answered the call.

“Tsuki, everything alright?”he asked.

“Oh, Kage, baby!” he heard the vampire fuss, and he furrowed his brows more, till he heard Akina in the background cry out in pain.

In the middle of the store, all three shadow demons winced and shadow blades appeared in their hands.

“Akina?” Kage questioned, not wanting to over react, after the conversation he had just had with his brother, his teeth were clenched and knuckles were white.

“Kage, um, I think the baby is coming... what should I do?!” Tsuki sounded like he was in distress, “Kage, babe, I … there is a lot of blood... I am scared...”

that was when Kage realized that his vampire lover was scared that he might feed on Akina. Because of the smell of all the blood. Kage swore under his breath and closed his eyes to think.

“Tsuki, calm down, its natural for the blood, but remember? I keep a stash of mine for you in that mini fridge in the bedroom. Grab a bag and sip from it. Call an ambulance and I will meet you at the hospital. OK?”

“Oh! Right! I am sorry, Kage, I forgot. I will do that now. See you soon.” and the vampire hung up on him.

Kage looked between his siblings and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Kuragami was the first to say something, just as Kage started to get consumed by shadows. The shadows dissipated and he tilted his head at Kura. “Kagemi, would you mind finishing the shopping, and I will drive Kage to the hospital? It would be a bit strange for him to shadow walk there when she isn't there just yet.” Kura watched Kage rub his face.

“No worries, I will wait till one of you call me and I will visit then. Don't be surprised if I buy a bit extra, cuz now I know diapers are a most.” Kagemi giggled and winked at her brothers. “Now go, I will see you both soon.”

Kura and Kage Shadow walked to the car, to cut time down, but then they drive from the store, to the hospital, and met with Tsuki.

“Kage!” he cried out when he saw Kage walk in. “They took her to a room and she made me wait for you.”

Kage nodded and was rushed by the vampire trying to find comfort, and Kage granted it, wrapping his arms around the shorter one and pulling him onto his lap sideways as he sat in a waiting room chair. “It will be alright, OK? It will.”

“Excuse me, Which one of you is Miss Akina's husband?” A doctor came over.

“I... that would be me, though we haven't gotten married yet.” Kage rose his hand and stood, moving Tsuki to the seat next to him. “Is everything alright? Is the baby born yet?”

“No, she is still in active labor, and insisted that we get a mister Kage?”

“Yeah that is me, we both are her lovers, we are in a poly relationship.” Kage felt the need to also include Tsuki, “But he gets queasy with blood.” Kage said, shrugging at Tsuki, trying to save him from any issues that might arise.

“Well, come with me, and the others have to stay out here.” the doctor motioned for Kage to follow her and he looked back at Tsuki and Kuragami, worry plastered on his face. He caught his brother nodding calmly, as if to tell him everything will be fine.

Kage followed the Doctor and sighed as they entered the room Akina lay in.

“Baby!” he called out, “I am here.” he rushed to her side and she made grabby hands at him. Her face was filled with pain and she was sweating, he grabbed her hand and kissed her now white knuckles just as another contraction hit her. She screamed and a few nurses practically ducked from fear.

“Kage, it hurts so bad!” she fusses at him and he couldn't help but chuckle.

“I know baby, but I am here now, you can do this. Help push our child into this world so I can finally meet them.” he calmly commanded her. It was like the words were Akina's final helping hand to be strong enough to deliver their precious creation unto the world.

A few hours later, Kage was handed the black haired baby, wrapped in a blanket after being cleaned. He had been so focused on making sure Akina was alright, that he was caught off guard by the nurse handing the bundle to him.

“Here is your new baby girl, Daddy.” the nurse said with a smile, and Kage took the child and held her close, moving back to his wife.

“Akina, you did it.” he whispered to her, and she looked up at him with drowsiness. “She is just as beautiful as her mother.” he smiled at Akina. “What shall we call her?”

“Eboni.” Akina replied sleepily, and Kage leaned down to show her the child. “perfect mix of us all.” she added with a sleepy grin.

“Rest baby, I will stay up with our Eboni.” Kage said sweetly to Akina, and she nodded, reaching over and gently booping the baby on the nose.

“Good night my darling girl.” she said and soon the elf was fast asleep.

Kage stayed awake the whole night, no one was able to visit because it had gotten to be too late, but Kage didn't mind. He still had a fear: of his little girl dying in his arms. So he chose to stay up all night, letting Akina rest and him watching the infant sleep soundly in his arms.

“Papa will always be here for you by daughter.” he smiled down at the sleeping baby, tears slowly blurring his vision as the first rays of the morning sun shined through the window. It had been a long night, but his baby girl was still breathing and now stirred and fussed for her first taste of food. He grabbed a formula bottle from the side table and shook it up, quickly getting it ready. He let out a small chuckle through his tears, that no one would see later, and moved the nipple of the bottle to her tiny lips. “eat up my darling.” he said and she opened her eyes along with opening her lips.

Eboni looked up at Kage with beautiful crystal blue eyes that briefly turned ethereal to match his, and then back to the pretty crystal blue. Kage smirked down at her, “You are a mischievous one, aren't you?” he whispered, and chuckled. Of course the infant wouldn't answer, she couldn't speak yet, he knew that, but she showed him that she definitely had shadow demon on her blood. “Papa's little survivor.” she leaned down and kissed her forehead, just as there was a knock at the door or the room.

“Good Morning!” Kagemi's voice rang out through the room, and he looked up to find his pregnant sister and her boyfriend walking in with a few shopping bags from the place they went to yesterday.

“She made it through the night, Gemi.” he blinked away his tears quickly, not wanting anyone else to see them.

“We all knew she would, brother, now let me see her!” Kagemi pouted and reached for the bundle in his arms, causing him to let out a small laugh, because Donovan rolled his eyes.

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Hmm… hey! I just read "You wouldn’t believe the things I have done for her" and omg this is so good and so well written!!! That said and taking advantage of the mafia theme, I wanted to know if I can get a mafia boss! very angst (breaks my heart) but with fluffy and happy ending Daemon x wife poc!reader. In that she works for/with him, she is a sort of “jack of all trades” working closely with him on business (meetings, receiving shipments, etc.) and also handles certain shady parts of the business when he is too busy to sort it out. the problem personally. One night, Daemon has a meeting with some partners from the legal side of the business, but he has some unfinished business to resolve (they lost a shipment). And he's upset that he can't resolve it in person, the reader offers to go see it herself. He doesn't want to let her, because it could be dangerous, but she ends up convincing him. Arriving at the place, she manages to solve the problem, but upon leaving she realizes that it is a trap. She manages to dodge some shots, but ends up being hit. She is taken to the hospital, and Daemon is notified. At the hospital, she undergoes surgery. Viserys and Rhaenyra arrive to support Dae. Hours later the doctor tells them that the surgery went well, that she is stable, but that unfortunately she lost the baby (neither she nor Daemon knew she was pregnant). Daemon is devastated, very angry and feeling guilty. Viserys, who was the chief before Daemon, knows exactly what his brother is feeling (the same thing happened to Aemma, but she died along with the baby she was expecting and they knew about the pregnancy, so he passed the baton and decided " retire") tries to console his brother. Daemon orders his men to find out who did this to her. Reader is released from the hospital. They're still looking for clues, but they're not making much progress. Daemon is dedicated to taking care of her. Despite what happened, she is doing well and recovering quickly. One day, he receives a call saying that they found the culprits. He interrogates the guy and then solves the problem in a very violent way. He returns home covered in blood, but the reader doesn't care. She helps him clean up and it's not like she was happy with what he did, but she knew it was something he needed to do to be "at peace with himself", at least that's what she thought. She's much better and he goes back to work, but he kind of removed her (that's a soft way of saying he fired her) from all of her work. She doesn't agree, but he is irreducible. Even though she is fine and he got revenge, he can't forget it and feels very guilty about what happened every time he looks at her. Therefore, he distances himself and spends most of his time at work. She knows that something is wrong with him, but decides to give him space, she realizes that she is useless and that she hardly sees him anymore (he leaves early and arrives late). She notes that they still haven't talked about what happened, he went into caregiving mode and she just accepted it. She waits up for him one night, and tries to start the conversation in a civilized and calm way, but he avoids the subject. She insists and they start to argue, until he explodes and says he can't look at her without feeling guilty, that because of him she almost died and they lost their unborn child. She reassures him (or at least tries to), and says that at no point did she blame him and that she could never blame him. They open their hearts to each other and make passionate love, promising that he will give her another child, please? (sorry for the amount of details and sorry for my English)

Hi! I am glad you loved my fic so much to send me a request after (And don't worry, your english is totally fine) but I can't take it. I am so sorry, it's just that I take all my requests on bingo format. I am nearly done with it too, so I am trying to focus on that. I hope this is alright.

[trentonsimblr]

OKAY so, as you know, I am the #1 Ryland Stan while also being one of the many people tied for President of the "Everly is a crusty bitch who needs to kick rocks with open toed shoes" club.

WITH THAT SAID... While I'm disappointed in Ryland, I'm not surprised. And no, it's not because he was once Trashland and is now going back to his Trashland ways. Cause while he is going back to those ways, this Trashland 2.0 is different from OG. The OG came from a place of selfishness and not giving a fuck because he didn't have to give a fuck while 2.0 is coming from a place of hurt and grief and brokenness. Ryland learned and he grew and while, yes, we're now seeing him regress, it's not for no reason. His wife doesn't love him (and in my eyes, maybe only did for all of two seconds but the both of them being horrendous communicators fucked that up), he lost the one person who loved him unconditionally (his mother), and finally, his twin brother. He was already breaking and attempting to hold it together, but Rhea and Don dying is what caused him to break. Can you blame him? I can't. Not saying that what he's doing is good and healthy, but grief can fuck you up like that.

As for Crusty Everly, all I'll say is that at least she *tried* to get him to go back to his own room. As much as I think that she's an opportunistic C U Next Tuesday, this particular instance isn't her being that. She's grieving too and I'm sure that there are 5011 things swirling around in her head right now, all involving the loss of her fiancé as well as thinking about her unborn baby. This is a HUGE loss for her so as much as I dislike her, I can give her some grace here.

ANYWAY that's my two cents lol

I have nothing to add. This is well worded and 100% accurate

[frucienlover]

La Rose Noire (The Black Rose)

This fanfiction is a birthday gift, dedicated to Claire, one of my best friends that I met right here on Tumblr. Happy birthday, girl, I love you!!!! 😘😘😘 @7-wonders​

 Summary: Moving from her family home in Boston and having to settle into a new territory in Los Angeles wasn't what Rose Harmon had in mind when she wanted a fresh start, but with the death of her unborn baby sibling and the revelation of her father's affair, she understood why it was necessary. When things begin to go awry in their new home, Rose will find that the lines between good and evil become blurred and must answer the age old question: can true love really conquer all?

Prologue: The Move

The shouting was muffled, but it could still be heard through the thin walls. Raised, angry voices floated from their parents' room to the room Rose Harmon shared with her younger twin sister, Violet.

"They're fighting again," Violet said sullenly, sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on them and her arms wrapped around herself for support.

Rose glanced over at her sister, sympathy washing over her at the latter's position. Violet always had trouble adjusting to life as a moody teenager, but the constant arguments between their parents and the tension in the house only made it worse.

"Yeah. I know," she sighed and moved away from the door before sitting on Violet's bed, the mattress dipping with the redhead's weight.

"Do you think they'll get divorced?" Violet asked softly, staring into her sister's eyes.

Rose contemplated that. On one hand, she hoped that their parents didn't end up divorced; it just complicated things, like holidays, custody battles, the news spreading around town, etc. Not to mention the emotional strain it would put on them all…

But on the other…if their mother left their father, it wouldn't be undeserved on his end.

"I hope not," she eventually answered. "But I'd understand if they did."

Violet nodded. After a few minutes of silence, another inquiry left her lips: "If you had to choose…if they wanted us to choose…who would you live with? Mainly?"

That question made Rose pause. "Who would you live with?" She countered calmly, though she already knew the answer.

"Dad."

'I knew it,' Rose thought. Her sister had always been closer to their father. She never understood why, but they'd always had such a strong bond while Violet's relationship with their mother was strained, especially when the younger Harmon started puberty. 

"I'd choose Mom," she watched Violet's nose crinkle slightly. It wasn't disgust she saw on her face, but her twin obviously wasn't pleased with her response.

"Why?" Violet asked. She realized that her tone could be considered rude or judgmental, but she didn't backtrack and change it.

Rose gave her a look that was both reprimanding and incredulous. "He cheated on her," she said.

"He was grieving. They lost our brother," the defense sounded weak to even Violet's ears, but it was the truth. Ben Harmon didn't just decide to go out and cheat on his wife, Vivien, because he didn't love her; it was brought on by tragedy and the emotional distance between them afterwards.

"That doesn't make it okay," Rose replied, protectiveness over her mother rearing its head again at the younger girl's words. She always had a stronger bond with Vivien than with Ben. Maybe it was because she was her first daughter or she just had more in common with her than Violet, but the older twin never had the same connection with her father that she had with her mother. "He slept with another woman—one of his students, no less—and Mom caught them in her bed. Yes, Mom pushed him away, and Dad lost him, too, but Mom was the one who carried our brother for seven months only to discover that he died inside of her and then had to deliver his body two months after because her own didn't naturally flush him out. I don't blame her for coping with losing her baby the way she knew how at the time. Being depressed and not wanting to be with her husband for awhile is not the same as fucking someone else in your marital bed and you know that, Vi."

Rose's heated lecture silenced Violet, the fight draining out of her. She sniffled a bit and said, in a small voice, "I just don't want our family to be ripped apart. I don't want to be ripped from you."

Rose's eyes softened. She completely understood what Violet was saying. It wasn't so much that she condoned their father's affair or blamed their mother for it, she just didn't want to experience such a drastic change. They liked their life in Boston: their house, their friends, their school…if their parents divorced, they'd be taken from all of that, especially if both of them wanted to relocate to different areas further away from one another.

The fact that they each wanted to live with the other parent made the situation absolutely hellish. Despite their differing opinions and arguments they'd had throughout the years, Rose and Violet had always been close. They shared a womb together, they were born together, they did everything together…losing each other would be like tearing out a part of themselves that they could never get back. They would never feel whole again.

Rose leaned forward, bringing Violet into a comforting embrace. Despite not being the most social person, her sister was the exception, and Violet leaned into her warmth, closing her eyes and taking in the scent of her—the vanilla skin care products and lavender shampoo she ritualistically used—and the sound of her heartbeat as the dirty blonde placed her ear against the redhead's chest. Violet allowed Rose to hold her, to support her as she slumped into her, as if she could physically join them so it made separation impossible, basking in the serenity that only her sister could provide.

Ever the caretaker, Rose kissed the top of Violet's head before gently running her fingers through her hair, stroking between the strands and repeating the motion to further relax the distressed teen in her arms.

"I don't want to lose you, either," Rose murmured. Even the thought was agonizing to her. "But I promise you that no matter what happens, you and I will always be together."

"How?" Violet asked.

"In our hearts. You're in mine all the time and I know I'm in yours. As long as we have that, it won't matter how far the distance is between us."

Suddenly the arguing ceased and Rose heard quiet footsteps approach their door before a light knock resounded through the now still house. "Rose? Violet?" Their mother's voice rang out. "Can we come in? Your father and I have something to tell you two."

Rose looked down at Violet, the latter having opened her eyes and was gazing up at her. She could see the apprehension in the blonde's eyes, the fear that this something will be that they're getting a divorce. It was a fear that Rose knew reflected on her own face.

"Come in," Rose called, and the doorknob turned, the squeaking of the hinges as the door swung open deafening in the silence. Ben and Vivien stood in the doorway, their expressions completely unreadable as they regarded their children.

The sisters reluctantly separated from their embrace, but still sat together on the bed, their hands tightly clasped in preparation for the bombshell that was about to come down.

"What's going on?" Rose asked.

Before either of their parents could open their mouths, Violet quickly followed up her twin's question with one of her own: "Are you getting a divorce?"

Ben and Vivien exchanged tired looks as they walked deeper into their daughters' room. "No," Vivien began, sitting beside Rose. "We're not getting divorced."

"But we do want to start fresh," Ben finished, taking a seat on Violet's side.

"What does that mean?"

Ben and Vivien sighed, a long, drawn out noise that was obvious to anyone who heard it that they were completely finished with the topic.

"After much consideration," Ben began this time while his wife remained mute, content to watch for the time being. "Your mother and I decided that the four of us are going to pack our things and leave Boston to go to California. We didn't want to give up on our marriage or separate you two, so moving was the best option."

Well, it wasn't the bombshell they expected, but it dropped anyway.

[setitallaflame]

What is the biggest secret that they have or haven't told anyone? What is their biggest regret? For Evelyn and Thomas ! =)

You are cruel for this and you know it which makes it even more cruel.

Thomas: “Obviously my biggest secrets are who I am and what my life was like before I left the pack. But I don’t really consider those secrets as they’re kept from the general populace as a means of protecting both them and us wolves as a species. Aside from that, I have one person in my life, and I don’t keep any secrets from her. As for my biggest regret, it’s the fact that I played my part. That I fell in line, that I followed Caleb’s orders. It was the path of least resistance, a way for me and Evelyn and our mom and Anna and the baby to all be together. I could ignore his dictatorial bullshit if it meant we, as a family, got to stay together and - for the most part - live the lives we wanted. But in doing so... I failed them. I failed them all. When the pack was attacked, I carried out plans, I stuck to the protocol instead of going to protect my wife and our unborn child, instead of going to protect my mother, and I can never forgive myself for that.”

Evie: “My biggest secrets and my biggest regrets are one and the same. I have never kept anything from Thomas. My entire life, I’ve been an open book, even when I had trouble saying the words... He knew. He understood. But I am actively hiding things from him, and even though I know it’s for the best, it’s killing me. For one, he’s in a horrible place right now. If he found out that I had to kill a wolf during the attack on the pack, it would devastate him. I was a designated runner, my job was to get anyone vulnerable - in this case, pups - out of dodge. But there was nowhere to run, and one wolf set his sights on Iris and... and I snapped his neck. Knowing I’ve lost that innocence, that I had to play the soldier - a role he hated - would kill him. So I keep it to myself. The other secret is why I left the pack with him, which I always would’ve done anyway, I just had my own reasons. Caleb was demanding that I become his mate, and to protect my freedom, my brother would’ve fought him and he would’ve won - trapping him in not only the pack but making him the new Alpha, a role he never wanted. So again, I’ve kept it to myself, but if he found out the truth, especially about Caleb... I’m not sure he’d ever forgive me for keeping those secrets from him.”

[abyssofsydney]

My BIL pulled out a gun after family dinner but I’m the one exiled from my sister and her unborn baby’s lives.

Forewarning - a bit of a long read

TW- gun violence

The day before my little sister’s (22) baby shower the family gathered for pizza and beer at my grandfathers homestead, where myself (28), husband (31), & my father temporary reside, as my grandfather just lost his wife of 60 years and is struggling with being alone and the upkeep of the homestead. My sister also begged me to leave my travel job where I was a few states away and to come back home to help with her being pregnant and the baby, as she didn’t have a relationship anymore with our mother. The second ex-wife of my father & her daughter (15) were also there from out of town as they had asked to stay with my grandfather for the baby shower weekend as they couldn’t afford a hotel.

My brother-in-law (21) arrived late to the “party” finishing off a 24 oz Twisted Tea as he walked thru the door. He was already clearly buzzed & continued to drink but none of us were concerned as his pregnant sober wife could just drive him home.

My husband went to get pizza for us, as well as my brother-in-law, & dad’s ex-wife’s daughter went along for the ride too. Once they got back my husband immediately pulled me aside and told me that BIL & the daughter were flirting intensely the whole ride, including words, touching, daughter taking his clothing items and refusing to give back, etc. to the point where my husband told them to knock it off multiple times (anyone who knows my husband, knows he’s a EXTREMELY tolerant man, but holds his morals high, especially when it comes to infidelity & family). & then BIL proceeded to give the daughter (15) a Twisted Tea to which my husband objected & the daughter proceeds to chug the whole thing before he can take it, as he’s the one who’s driving. After being informed by my husband of this I asked if I should tell my sister now and he said no just wait until the week when you can talk to her one on one and the ex-wife & daughter will be back in their home state hours away.

We proceed with dinner & BIL & the daughter kept leaving the shop where we all were, to go outside in the 30 degree weather in no coats for 5-10 mins at a time, each time coming back more clumsy, giggly, and just plain “up to no good” written all over their faces. I was suspicious of their behavior which made it awkward so I called it a night first and my husband followed suit shortly after.

& that’s when it all happened…

We were both laying in bed watching tv, just sparked a joint, and I hear a truck start up, nbd I figured it was my sister and BIL leaving. I could hear the vehicle getting closer and closer to our camper we stay in on the property, which with the U driveway there wouldn’t be a reason for anyone to drive close to us. Wondering what was up I opened the blinds and begin watching the truck out the window, just in time to watch it smash into the front brush guard on our new 3500 & then back up. I yell to my husband “omg they just hit our truck!!!” and run out the door in my pjs. My husband follows suit, him only in his boxers.

I get out there and I find the daughter and BIL standing in front of my truck staring at it, with the other truck still on, headlights pointing directly at the damage. I asked “what the f*** happened” and BIL said “idk”, to which I replied “I just watched you hit my truck!” BIL: “No I didn’t!!!” Me: “I watched someone hit my truck thru the window! Who was it!?!” At this point I’m yelling because they’re not giving me answers. I specially ask each of them if they hit it & both blankly stare. I continue to ask/yell what happened and BIL begins yelling at me to “calm down” and “stfu” and walks closer and gets right in my face continuing to scream. At this point my husband steps up and states “you don’t talk to my wife like that” and then grabs him by the hoodie. BIL continues to yell into my husbands face to which my husband continued to restrain him and put him on the ground. My husband continued to ask him what happened to the truck, BIL continued not to answer and only talked more s*** to which my husband slapped him across the face & told him to calm down. After this he seemed to have calmed and my husband let him up. After he was up, BIL started to run his mouth again as my dad was walking up to the situation. Husband and dad were telling him to go home and got about 20 feet away from the trucks when BIL suddenly reaches into his front left waistband, pulls out his grandfathers old pistol, points it directly at my husband with my father standing to the right of my husband and myself standing to his left. My dad told him “put that f****** thing away” followed by my husband “ya better know how to use it���. He then puts it behind him in his waistband and we’re all screaming at him to leave. My sister finally comes out from the sidelines watching it all happen (which I understand to a point because she is pregnant) and gets in her vehicle & leaves, then BIL peels out in the driveway & leaves in his own vehicle.

We didn’t call the cops because we don’t like to get police involved especially in family matters as one bad night can ruin a young kids life, especially the father of the future first grand baby to the family, but now I’m wondering if we should have.

Once it was said and done, the daughter finally admitted to her mom she was the one driving but didn’t admit to drinking although you could visibly see she was tipsy at the least. Her moms truck was much more damaged than mine. Dad, husband, and I weren’t upset about the truck being hit, more so that they lied, acted shady, got in my face aggressively, and then after everything was done proceeded to brandish his pistol.

Thankfully my grandfather was inside the house and didn’t have his hearing aids in so he didn’t hear a thing.

The baby shower was the most awkward and terrible one I feel I’ll ever attend. As my sister didn’t talk to me and barely talked to my father, like we were the ones who did something wrong. Literally no one apologized for anything that happened that night except for my husband & I the night of for our parts played in the scenario. The mother or daughter never apologized for her actions and the damage to our vehicle and the mother even refused to give me her insurance information so I could file a claim.

Monday I messaged my sister asking to get the items back that I leant her for the party and for her to leave them outside in her barn where most of them were anyways so I could grab them the next morning while everyone was at work (I’m a housewife now). I then receive a three page message, formatted to mimick a legal document with full names, addresses, and times; stating I will only be allowed on their property two nights this week between the hours of 6:30-8:30 pm, when they are both home. She also specifically states that no firearms are allowed to be brought on her property during these visits to which I have to comply. She also states that if my husband steps foot on her property they will call the cops for trespassing.

So that leaves me with the option of going without my protection weapon, to the house of someone who pulled a weapon on me days before while intoxicated, with a good chance of him being intoxicated again while I’m there. Awesome.

Reading the last part of her message completely broke my heart. She wrote that after I receive my stuff I will have 0 contact with my sister and her soon-to—be born baby indefinitely.

The BIL has since only allowed my sister to talk to my father when he his home, assuming so he can hear and control the conversation, which my father denied until he can talk to her while she’s alone. This behavior isn’t abnormal for him as he’s had other incidents that we have seen where he has been overcome by his anger and have heard stories where he has pulled his gun on others. At this point his anger and immaturity in regards to gun ownership have me concerned for my sister and her her baby’s safety. I reached out to their local sheriffs office to make them aware of his gun ownership and his irrational behavior as well as having a pregnant wife at home.

My sister and BIL act as though my husband beat the living pulp out of my BIL; which is far from what happened. My husband is a 6’3” 200 lbs lumberjack type man whereas my BIL is a 6’ 150 lbs string bean. If my husband wanted to truly hurt him he would have, that’s why he slapped him instead of punching him. My husband left a few scratches and they act like he broke his arm. They also claim that it was self defense as to why my BIL had to pull out the gun after the altercation was over & he was over 20 feet away from the initial altercation.

Prior to this my sister and I were close and both so excited for the baby. I’d been doing her shopping, bringing her lunch, going to her appointments, and I planned on babysitting her baby once she went back to work.

I’m trying to stay hopeful that it won’t last, especially once the baby’s here and reality sets in for her; but this is also the same sister who stopped talking to our own mother for almost a decade for reasons even less significant than this.

Yes, we all know that violence is not the answer, but unfortunately sometimes it does come down to it. In my family we all hold CPLs and none of us were armed at the time except my BIL, which none of us were aware of at the time except for possibly my sister, as we all know it’s a violation and simply not smart to have your weapon on you while drinking. As well as we’re home with family, why should we need a weapon on us?

So here I ask: Is this really what I deserve to never have a relationship with my future niece and sister again?

Do you think it’s the age/generation/maturity difference between my sister and I that makes us see this situation so differently?

Or do you think she’s just doing & believing whatever my BIL tells her? Somewhat of a domestic/Stockholm situation?

Or do you agree with her?

[ladysharmaa]

Fainted

Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader

summary: Anthony is away at Simon's house despite not wanting to leave Y/n alone. His worst fear happens when she faints, pregnant with their child, and he is not there to help her

warnings: pregnancy, just fluff

Anthony Bridgerton found his wife nearly two years ago. After a few months of having trouble carrying a child, Y/n finally got pregnant. Due to this, the Viscount was even more protective of Y/n and spent much more time at home, also moving his workplace to the library so he could be closer to his wife while she read.

Despite what society might say, Anthony didn't make her go to balls, knowing her feet were swollen from carrying so much weight. However, Y/n always made the effort to go, knowing the obligations they had. But they ended up leaving early most of the time.

One moment when she realized how much Anthony loved her and their unborn child was when at a ball, Y/n was tired and Anthony, realizing this, knelt down and forced his wife to sit down on his leg. A few strange looks were shot their way, but the Bridgerton man couldn't have cared less, his focus being Y/n's well-being.

However, when Simon invited him, Benedict, and Collin for a man's meeting, which usually involved a lot of drinking, Anthony wanted to refuse. But Y/n insisted for him to go and take a few moments to relax with his brothers. Quite honestly, Y/n also wanted some time to herself without her husband worrying whenever she got up.

After some hesitation, the Viscount yielded to his wife's wish and promised to return as soon as the first rays of sunlight touched the floor.

Everything was going well, Y/n had met her mother in the afternoon, telling her all about the last few days and asking how her father was on his trip. Afterward, the Bridgerton woman returned home, taking advantage of the beautiful day to read in the garden, listening to the birds sing and a light breeze touching her face.

The problem was that during the evening, Y/n was in bed, relaxing her feet from walking so much when she started to feel lightheaded. Thinking it was just her body telling her she was hungry, Y/n started heading to the kitchen, where she hoped some maids were awake and could prepare her something.

The dizziness got worse, Anthony's wife was already at the end of the stairs, she instinctively placed a hand on her round belly. She gripped the banister for some support, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. Black dots started to appear in her vision, Y/n blinked her eyes a few times to see if they would disappear but to no avail.

"Lucy!" she tried to scream but didn't have the strength to do so, just letting out a small whisper of the maid's name.

Before Y/n even realized what was happening, she had already lost her strength, consequently losing her balance and falling down the last couple of stairs that remained. The noise attracted the attention of the workers at the house of Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton and they scurried to find out the source of it.

The next thing Y/n knew, she opened her eyes, already finding herself in the comfort of her bed. Around her were at least five maids, all walking around her with urgency and concern, a wet towel being placed on her face to cool her and wipe away the sweat.

"Lady Bridgerton! Thank the lord you are awake!" Lucy exclaimed, giving her a reassuring yet worried smile.

"What happened? Where's Anthony?" Yn questioned in a husky voice, shifting a little on the bed and noticing how dry her mouth was. "Is... Is my child okay?"

"Don't worry, Lady Bridgerton. Phillip went to the Duke's house urgently to inform the Lord of what had happened. A doctor was also called to make sure the baby is fine. They shall be arriving soon." an older maid explained with a gentle smile. Everyone was very fond of Y/n. "Try to relax, my lady. For you and the baby."

Y/n nodded, the words still a little fuzzy in her head. She turned her head to the side, letting a tear fall without anyone seeing it, fear coursing through her veins. She wanted Anthony.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Could it be seconds? Minutes? Hours? The only thing she did was grip her round belly with increasing fear, caressing her soft skin and hoping that everything was okay with her baby. The baby still hadn't kicked her like he sometimes did, and despite how uncomfortable it was, Y/n just wanted him to do it.

Punch my ribs, is that so hard? she thought.

However, the sound of the bedroom door bursting open snapped her out of her thoughts, Anthony basically running in and with a face of pure terror. Y/n she was pretty sure she saw some maids jump in surprise to see the eyes of the Viscount like that. The fear that ran through them made him look like a wild animal with the sole purpose of protecting his family. Anyone who got in his way would regret it.

Y/n didn't know what happened, but as soon as she saw Anthony, a feeling of guilt consumed her and she broke down in tears. "Anthony, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. The baby..."

"Is the baby okay?" the man asked immediately, his heart clenching in fear. Unconsciously, he took a step back, only worsening the state of Y/n who thought he was disappointed with her for not even be capable of protecting their child.

"The baby is fine." Lucy intervened, seeing Anthony's panic for his family's safety with a smile, but also realizing what Y/n might be thinking. "The Viscountess has fainted, probably from the heat. A doctor has already been called. He shall be arriving in a few moments."

"Everyone leave the room." Anthony snapped.

Everyone hurried until the two Bridgertons were alone. Y/n thought her husband was going to say everything she was thinking, but was surprised when Anthony shed a tear that he tried to hide. He sat down in a chair a little way away from her and buried his face in his hands, a broken sob escaping his lips followed by several others.

"Anthony, I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect our child. I understand if..." she tried to say, her voice breaking from fatigue and crying, but Anthony quickly interrupt her.

"My love, you have nothing to apologize for." he stated with certainty, reaching over to take her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it for a few seconds. Then he caressed her belly and took the towel from the water bowl, continuing what the maids were doing.

"I thought..."

"When Phillip came knocking on the door of my sister's husband's house to say that something had happened to you, my heart stopped. I should have been here. You are my world, I can't imagine my life without you. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I love you and our son. More than anything.”

"Or daughter." Y/n remembered him with a smile, wiping her tears and his away. “I'm sorry for worrying you when you were having fun."

"You will forever be my first priority. If you want me home I'll be here with you. God, if you asked me to clean I would probably do it as long as it meant you were happy."

"I love you, Viscount Bridgerton. How could I have been so lucky?" she whispered, calmer now, pulling Anthony towards her by the shirt.

"I ask myself that every day." he said in the same tone of voice as her, his lips brushing over Y/n's. "I love you, Viscountess Bridgerton." 

Their lips finally touched, sealing each other in a loving kiss, their tears combining. Both hands joined on top of Y/n's belly.

Anthony continued to wipe Y/n's face with the towel silently, continuing to repeat in his head that his family was safe and well. The fear he felt couldn't be compared to anything, he was sure his hear stopped for a few seconds. The world seemed to lose its color and happiness.

The doctor arrived a short time later, breathless from having run upstairs in a hurry to treat someone as important as the Bridgertons. He did the usual tests, though his heart was beating rapidly against his chest, due to Anthony literally watching every move he made, hawk-watching the doctor. He went pale every time Y/n yelped in pain and Anthony glared at him with fury. If looks could kill he would be already six feet underground.

"Just keep her from exerting too much until the end of the pregnancy. Bed rest would be the best option and it's important to stay hydrated with the heat she's been in. If it gets too hot, a cold shower is advisable, but be careful not to be too much because of the baby. If you need anything else, I'll be at your service." the doctor said, heading for the door. Anthony was behind him, listening intently to everything he had to do. "My lord." he bowed and left, leaving the couple alone.

When the Bridgerton man turned around, Y/n was already looking at him with a pout for having to stay in bed until the end of the pregnancy. Anthony rolled his eyes, finally managing to breathe a sigh of relief after she and their child were seen by a doctor. As her husband moved closer to the bed, she moved to the side and patted the mattress gently, indicating that she wanted him to join her.

"No. You need to rest." he said, shaking his head as he unfastened his tie and tossed it to a spot in the room without looking. "And I hope you know that you will never leave my sight again."

"I can do that better with you here. Please."

"If our child also makes the same eyes you do when you want something, I'm not responsible for spoiling them. You know I can't say no to that." Anthony pretended to scold despite the smile that threatened to appear on his face.

Because of his wife's stubbornness, Anthony lay down on the bed, allowing Y/n to lay her head on his chest while her huge belly rested on top of his legs.

"Everything is going to be alright, Anthony. I'm going to fight." Y/n said, breaking the silence that had formed, knowing that the man dreaded the day of delivery as many women didn't survive it. "But even if something bad happens, I know he's in good hands with you. And I'll always be with you."

"Don't say that. You'll be here to see our child grow up." Anthony said, fighting back tears, his arms tightening around her and pulling her even closer to him. "And it could be a her."

Y/n chuckled, starting to close her eyes from exhaustion. "It could be her." she repeated, finally falling asleep.

The last thing she felt was Anthony landing a loving kiss on her head, snuggling her against him. "Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up."