#and for those afraid she would get pregnant - i wouldn't worry

[amelinah]

👏 IT 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 ABOUT 👏 AGE 👏

Let me tell you something, Franco could be dating a 50, 60, 70 year-old with grandchildren, he could become the youngest step-granpa in history, and Argentinians would not care. He would get teased, sure. Maybe even get the typical "he could do better" nonsense, but there wouldn't be much outrage. Because IT WAS NEVER ABOUT AGE.

La China Suarez is just someone who has done and said incredibly questionable things and has shown time and time again not to be a good person. She's messy and loves to drag the people she's with through her mess for clout.

And yes, Franco is an adult, he can make his own decisions. But I think for many of us, the reaction to this relationship has to do with not wanting him to get involved with the VERY toxic environment that surrounds Argentinian celebrities.

[megalony]

Undo What's Done- Part 2

Here is the second part for my new Emperor Geta imagine, hopefully I can get a third part done for this little series too.

Please let me know what you think.

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Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Geta have always known they were betrothed to each other, and their love bound them too. When (Y/n) becomes pregnant before marriage, Geta asks his father to arrange their marriage sooner. But the Emperor is sadistic and puts (Y/n) and her unborn child in jeopardy.

(Set before the twins become Emperors)

Enjoy.

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Tears of indignation burned down (Y/n)'s cheeks as she tried to follow after her mother who was still arguing with her, despite her fast-paced walk down the long corridor. She moved fast considering the state of fluctuating panic and anger she was in and sometimes it looked like she was gliding through the air rather than walking.

(Y/n)'s feet tripped over the hem of her dress but she didn't bother to pull on the waistline and yank it up, she didn't have the time or the effort for that.

She couldn't keep following her mother around like this, and she certainly didn't want to be stood arguing in the halls of the palace where anyone could overhear and witness them.

"Mother please-"

(Y/n) skidded to a stop, almost crashing into her mother when she stopped so abruptly and spun around on her heels to face her.

"The Emperor has told your father what's happened. I'm going home to speak to him, and you best not join me. He will throw a fit when he sees you, we shall have to bed his forgiveness and hope he is in an understanding mood."

She found herself shaking her head at her mother's words which cut deep no matter how true they might be. This is what (Y/n) had been afraid of. Her father finding out the truth. She had prayed that getting married to Geta would quash those worries, that the Emperor would back down and her father wouldn't have to know the truth why her marriage had happened in such haste with such little notice.

Clearly she had been lying to herself and the world was starting to crumble around her.

If her father knew then he was going to be enraged. He would lose his temper that was barely contained on the best of days. He would make it known that (Y/n) was no longer his daughter, that she had brought shame onto her family and therefore had been cast aside. She wasn't sure there was anything that her mother could say which would dissuade her father from exiling her from their family.

If the Emperor didn't allow this marriage and he broke off the betrothal, (Y/n) will have ruined her family. She could find no greater match than a Prince, and no one would want her if she was with child out of wedlock.

"The Emperor can't annul this marriage, he can't. Father will have to accept this too."

How could he? How could he annul something which had been orchestrated by a Priest, a man of God? No man could go against the word of God, it was sanctity and there was no good reason for the Emperor to try and ruin this except out of spite and for being undermined by one of his sons.

(Y/n) reached out for her mother's hand but her breath caught in her throat when her mother yanked her hand away. Those eyes that had always been full of love and tenderness now showed resentment and disappointment, everything which (Y/n) strived not to be in the eyes of her parents.

All she ever did was try to please them. She abided by their rules, she studied well, took all of her lessons to heart and strived to be respectable and bring them good fortune and happiness. All she was guilty of was getting ahead of herself with the man she was betrothed to, something that shouldn't be shamed on. Something her parents would never of known about if the Emperor had only done the right thing in the beginning.

"In the eyes of Rome, he is a God." Her mother hissed those words like a serpent while her narrowed eyes glanced around the halls, watching for any servants who might report back to the Emperor. "He can kill who he likes with no repercussions, and you think he cannot undo a matrimony he didn't sanction? You have disgraced us all."

The way those cruel eyes dragged up and down her frame made (Y/n) flinch and she recoiled back a few steps while her arms bound around her waist, hugging herself to hold all of her broken pieces together.

"I will no longer be a burden on you."

The defiant words barely managed to pass the lump forming in (Y/n)'s throat and she tried her best to hold her head up high.

Her teeth gritted together and she spun on her heels to backtrack down the long hall that seemed to stretch on for miles now that (Y/n) felt like running away like a scolded child. Tremors rattled through her limbs that barely moved under her coordination.

Tears began to blurr her vision and (Y/n) prayed she remembered the way back towards Geta's chambers. She had frequented the palace often over the years, but she never ventured past the drawing rooms or the great hall. Seeing the upstairs of the palace was like entering a maze and trying to remember the way she walked in.

Geta kept a knife under his pillow; perhaps that instrument might come in useful.

The sudden thought seized her mind and sent her heart jumping in her chest. That wasn't something (Y/n) wanted to contemplate, but she couldn't help but ponder about it in the dark recesses of her mind. She knew Geta had a knife hidden beneath his pillow, purely for protection, he had told her a few times about it and why he felt it necessary.

(Y/n) couldn't really use it, she wouldn't be able to bring the blade to her throat or impale it into her skin and she didn't want to. God knows she didn't want to hurt herself or end her life, but she had to think about her options. Being with Geta was the only viable option (Y/n) had and it was the only one she wanted to take.

Doing as his father said- or rather insulted- and being one of Geta's concubines wasn't something she would lower herself to and not on the whim of an Emperor who ruled with cruelty than kindness.

Something had to be done. They were running out of options; and time.

***

For what felt like the hundredth time, (Y/n) ran her hands up and down her face, smearing fresh and dried tears across her face and rubbing at her eyes that were desperate to close and block the world out.

Her feet were aching from where she had been pacing the floor, walking up and down so much that she had left a smudged pattern along the glistening marbled floor that shined her reflection up at her. Her fingers began to scratch down her neck and her body reduced to shivers despite the warm heat rising from the hearth across the room.

She didn't know what to do.

Walking the palace by herself didn't seem safe, not when she didn't know what kind of rumours the Emperor might have spread. For all (Y/n) knew, he could have told the guards that he didn't want her here anymore and get them to escort her out. Her father might have told them to send her home at once if they saw her.

She couldn't go home, never again. She couldn't bear to see her father and endure the arguments, slurrs and insults he would throw at her when they were face to face. Her mother was at the point of shunning her too if this situation didn't settle down soon.

(Y/n) didn't feel safe leaving Geta's chambers and walking the palace, not without him.

And she had no idea where Geta was.

She hadn't seen him since early this afternoon, before she had tried to talk to her mother who was most presumably at home now, arguing or pleading with her father. Geta never said where he was going and the longer (Y/n) waited, the more panicked she was becoming.

All she had done for what felt like hours was sit or pace his room. She couldn't settle to try and read one of the few books he had scattered around his room. She couldn't try and sleep despite how heavy and hurtful her head felt and she couldn't relax or do anything when her future was in turmoil.

Unbridled terror coursed through (Y/n) when the sound of the door clinked and the hinges groaned as the old wooden door was prized open.

Instinct told her to move, to go and hide and be out of sight in case it was a maid or servant coming in to tidy the room. Her feet shuffled back and she was just about to turn and flee when a glimmer of golden hair caught her attention.

Her body paused as she watched the golden hair flash in the warmth of the hearth fire and with how ruffled and skewed the hair seemed, (Y/n) sighed. Caracalla. But surprise flooded her eyes when the door slammed shut and she realised it wasn't Caracalla after all, it was Geta who entered the room.

What had happened to him?

The terror doubled and burned within (Y/n) as she stared at her husband who she hardly recognised. He looked disshevelled. It was usually Caracalla who had toussled hair which he could never be bothered to tame or let the servants brush and tend to. But tonight, Geta's usually kept hair was stuck up in various ways, almost as if a fist had clutched at the strands and the hair around his temple was ruffled and messy.

(Y/n) dragged her eyes up and down Geta's frame with growing trepidation as she realised why he looked so strange.

His chest was heaving beneath his gown as if the silk cloth was far too heavy for him to bear. His rose rose and fell and his head kept ticking back and forth as he struggled to gain back a proper breath like he had been running the length of Rome. His pasty pink lips were now blushing red and parted to let him pant for air and his upper lip was curled into some kind of strange grimace that wasn't usual for Geta.

Those beautiful dark eyes were distant and he seemed to be staring at the far window like there was something strange in the outside world that he had never seen before.

But it was the blood (Y/n) could see that sent her heart rocketing into her throat. Blood was splattered in dots and patches on his striking silver gown. There was a large patch near his shoulder and a splotch over his lower chest and tiny splatters were dotted all across the front.

He had blood covering his hands. Both hands were repeatedly clenching and unclenching into fists like he was straining and stretching out his fingers and it showed how badly he was trembling. One or two dots of blood had dried and stained his face and looked more like freckles against the thin white make up that had been applied to his features this morning.

(Y/n)'s hand moved to cover her mouth, trying in vain to hide her shock and stop any strange sound from eliciting past her lips.

Her body seemed to be on slow motion as she stepped forward with caution in her movements.

Geta wasn't moving. He was stood in front of the closed door, head slightly angled to one side and that faraway look bubbling in those distant eyes. He looked like he had been cast under a spell.

"Wh- what happened?! Are you hurt?"

He wouldn't answer her. He looked like he was in some strange state of shock. Geta's lack of reply sent (Y/n)'s stomach hurtling up into her throat and her hands trembled as she tried to reach out for him. She didn't want to touch him and startle him or have him reel away from her in haste.

But Geta didn't seem to acknowledge her touch. (Y/n) shakily slid her hands up his neck and cupped either side of his face, and Geta didn't seem to notice. He didn't lean his cheek into her palm like he usually would have done. He didn't look down at her or step forward into her embrace or even raise a hand to cup her wrist.

(Y/n) refrained from scratching her nails into his skin to gain some kind of reaction and instead she angled his head down in her direction and pushed up on her toes to try and be level with him. She leaned up close enough that their noses were almost touching and her eyes searched left to right until Geta finally latched onto her gaze and looked at her.

There was such a strange aura in his eyes. It felt like (Y/n) was staring up at a stranger or as if Geta didn't recognise her.

The deep breaths Geta took finally started to mellow from staggered and laboured to deep and easier. The shaking that had settled into his bones simmered down somewhat with (Y/n)'s body pressed up against his own and her hands cupping his face, grounding him.

Geta's lips twitched as if he wanted to smile when he looked down at (Y/n), but he couldn't quite manage it.

His eyes narrowed on her but he made no attempt to move or speak or incline to what had happened.

Unease washed through (Y/n) when she glided her hands down towards Geta's biceps instead of cradling his face. He didn't seem to react to her touch again, but she was relieved he didn't oppose when she tried to coax him to move.

He began to walk, shuffling alongside her as (Y/n) urged him into the room and guided him towards the sofa. Her hands squeezed his arms and she nudged him back until Geta flopped down onto the sofa and for a moment, he looked like a clay figure that had melted out of shape. He slumped into the back of the sofa and took a few moments to gain his breath back and seem to work out what he wanted to do.

Just as (Y/n) slowly knelt down on the floor before him, Geta pushed forward and sat upright like his back was now made out of wood and couldn't bend in any direction.

His eyes locked with (Y/n)'s once again and the anguish she saw flooding those beautifully broken eyes made her heart stutter. Her hands moved down to grip his thighs and she leaned forward until her chest was pressing against his knees and she was as close to him as she could manage.

"Geta, sweetheart, what has happened? Tell me, please." Her warm hands glided across his thighs in large circles and she stared up at him with pleading eyes, begging to know what had happened.

If he didn't say something soon (Y/n) might have to go and find a healer in case something was gravely wrong with Geta. That was the last thing anyone needed, for Geta to be ill or in a state of shock that they needed him to break out of. (Y/n) had no idea what a healer might do for Geta if he continued to be unresponsive like this.

But finally, finally, he seemed to snap back into some partial sense of reality.

(Y/n) wasn't sure whether he hadn't noticed that it was her before him until now or whether he had just realised that he needed to explain. Either way, his hands finally moved down and he gripped her wrists with a sudden sense of urgency that had his tense fingers and knuckles cracking into place.

His lips parted and curled and the dried splatters of blood on his face started to flake with each movement of his facial muscles and expressions.

He leant forward until the end of his nose was pressed into (Y/n)'s and her eyes had no choice but to stare into his pupils that were getting darker and darker with each passing second.

"It's done."

His voice was rasping and his chest began to heave again as if the words had taken all the effort out of him. But Geta's frightening words were nothing more than a whisper on the wind that (Y/n) had to process carefully to ensure she hadn't imagined them or misheard him.

That was worrying. Geta spoke as if (Y/n) had sent him out on a crusade- which she certainly had not done. What had her husband gone and done while they had been apart? Had he spoken to the Priest? Had he convinced the Emperor to back down on his revenge and give in to what must happen? Had he made an announcement to all of Rome to say he was married like he said he would if necessary?

There were numerous possibilities for Geta's words and (Y/n) needed more information to know how to help and what she was supposed to do now.

"What's done? I don't understand." (Y/n) tried to flex her hands in Geta's strong grip but he wouldn't release her wrists. She tried to drag her fingertips along his thighs in an attempt to calm him down, but he only gripped her tighter and cut off the circulation to her hands.

The pleading look in (Y/n)'s eyes must have done something to Geta for his expression flickered and something swirled within his eyes.

"Geta-"

"He can't threaten us anymore, I took care of it." Finally, Geta let go of (Y/n)'s wrists in favour of knotting his hands together and resting his arms on his thighs.

He didn't oppose to (Y/n) resting her hands on his forearms and when she tilted her head down to kiss the back of his hand, he almost wanted to smile. (Y/n) could feel his foot tapping against the marbled floor which caused his knee to jitter up and down, but it was soothing. Geta was never someone to sit as still as a statue, he was always fiddling or moving and having him back to that restless state proved that he was calming down and coming back to his senses. Somewhat.

"You- you mean your father?"

He had taken care of it. That had to mean the Emperor. Geta had to mean that he had spoken or argued with his father and had finally sorted this mess into something fathomable and acceptable.

But with that thought in mind and with Geta nodding in agreement, (Y/n)'s face fell. Her jaw slacked and her mouth fell open as tremors rattled through her entire being. Geta was splattered with blood like a tainted work of art. What had happened with his father?

Her hands released his forearms and her fingertips frantically began to search up and down Geta's body, along his arms and torso to try and find some kind of wound or impact. Her hands travelled up towards his shoulders and her abdomen pressed into his knees as she leaned over him with a sudden fever that set Geta off guard.

He couldn't help but tilt back, his eyes wide as he watched the panic scour his wife's face. But then it clicked. She thought he had been hurt. She was looking for the marks. She knew the Emperor was one for taking his wrath out on his sons and if they had argued, the Emperor might have swung or attacked Geta. It wouldn't be the first time, most of the servants in the palace knew what the Emperor was like and how the Princes both suffered because of it.

"What did he do? Did he try and hurt you-" (Y/n)'s frantic hands stopped when Geta shook his head and took her wrists again in a ferociously tight grip that made her pause.

"He wouldn't listen, he never listened to me. He broke his word, he would of caused a scandal, he was prepared to ruin you- ruin us. He won't be making anymore careless decisions."

Deep down in his heart, Geta had known. He had known the moment he told his father about the marriage that he wouldn't agree. He knew his father was doing this to be spiteful. And Geta knew if the Emperor got his way, (Y/n) would be cast aside like a commoner, like a concubine and he would arrange a marriage for Geta to some other nobleman's daughter and that marriage would happen with haste.

He could see it happening before his eyes. He could see his father doing this to gain another ounce of control over Geta, to hold him in line and mould him into a ruthless ruler. His father didn't believe in love or happiness that wasn't gained by torture and control. This was a game, and Geta was done playing.

He wouldn't let his father break his word and he wouldn't let him ruin what Geta wanted for himself. He had never asked for anything in his life, he accepted all the decisions that were made on his behalf and he let his father guide his destiny and mould him into whatever shape he desired. But this, this was something that Geta was taking for himself; even if it was the one and only thing he did.

"Ooh Geta, you- what did you do?"

(Y/n)'s breaths caught in her throat and she surged forward, cupping Geta's face in her hands so he was forced to look into her eyes. But the way he shook his head and rose one brow made her stomach give an awful twist.

Her hands dropped from his face and she slumped back on her heels with a defeated gasp. That callous look on Geta's face was new, he had never looked like that before and (Y/n) wasn't so sure she liked it.

"Sweetheart please tell me you didn't…"

Geta's pointed features stared down at her as a sharp expression took over his face and his lips curled up into a snarl.

How could she look at him like that? How could she speak like that, as if what she knew to be true was so horrid? Geta had done them both a great deed, he had done Rome a service like a true Emperor should. (Y/n) shouldn't be looking at him like that, she shouldn't have such sorrow in her eyes for someone who deserved no sympathy at all.

"He wasn't fit to be Emperor! He raised us to rule and to be ruthless in doing so. I did what I had to for the good of Rome, and Rome is now mine. He's dead, it was the only way."

She couldn't breathe.

Stars flooded (Y/n)'s vision and her hands scrunched up in her lap, fisting and raking her dress along her thighs in a vain attempt to calm herself down.

She was partially to blame for this. She had helped to cause this. If she and Geta had only abstained from each other, if they only asked for their marriage to be started and the proceedings to happen, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

But what else could she have done? This was their situation and Geta had done what he thought he needed to.

He had killed his own father. He had done an unthinkable task, something that Rome would not be pleased about. All of Rome would try and usurp him from the throne if they learned what he had done. A brutal leader could be followed, but one who had killed and taken the throne for himself was someone the people would not want to follow. That kind of thing was left for the gladiators in the colosseum. This was unbecoming of a future Emperor.

Geta could be detained for this, he could be trialled by the Senates for what he had done, and he was young. The people didn't have much faith in him or Caracalla yet because they were both young and hadn't proved themselves worthy of Rome yet.

"I had to." Geta's voice turned deeper and his tongue dragged across his dry lips as he stared down at his wife, waiting for her response. For her understanding.

He was somewhat relieved when he watched (Y/n) nod her head, muttering "I know," under her breath.

He had to. What other choice did he have?

The Emperor wouldn't listen. Geta gave him every chance to do the right thing, every opportunity. Geta went around him and got married, he had rectified the situation and then his father tried to ruin everything. Again. Geta tried one more time this afternoon.

He went to his father's study, he explained that the Priest couldn't sanction an annulment and he explained that (Y/n) was and should be his wife and that this was for the best. The Emperor laughed. He had the audacity to laugh and tell Geta that he was God and he could do whatever he liked, and he did not want this marriage to go ahead.

There hadn't been a choice. He slapped Geta, he pushed him and waved his knife as a threat. He had cut Geta before; when the twins were little he had gone after Caracalla with a hand knife and Geta had stood in front of his twin and bore the impact. He still had the scar along his back to prove it.

Suddenly, something had washed over Geta. He could see his life draining away. He could see himself forever being stuck under his father's imposing rules and ways and anger. Then the knife was imbedded in his father's throat. And slashing against his chest. Cutting through his skin like scissors through silk.

"Geta, come with me."

A frown settled deep into Geta's features and he broke out of his trance-like state when (Y/n) suddenly took his hands. Her touch was gentle, something Geta wasn't quite expecting, and he let her pull him up from the sofa. The feeling of her thumbs gliding over the back of his hands was calming and he felt like he was gliding through the air as she guided him into the bed chamber.

One brow arched up when (Y/n) nudged him to sit down on the bed and when she let go of his hands, Geta suddenly felt like he was falling through the air, unsure where he was about to land.

He watched her with uncertainty and curiosity as (Y/n) shakily but quickly fluttered about the room.

The pitcher of water on the table was moved to the floor beside Geta's foot along with a wash bowl and cloth. And shivers tore through his skin when (Y/n) stood in front of him once again.

He didn't know what to do or what she was trying to do, but when she began to push the gown off his shoulders and down his chest, Geta simply watched her. He let her slide his arms out of the garments but before (Y/n) could do anything else, he leaned forward.

He took her by surprise by attaching his lips onto hers and taking a searing kiss from her. His touch was somewhat frivilous yet needy and desperate and his hand reached out to cup the side of her neck as he inhaled the air from her lungs like he needed it more.

His lips trailed a path from (Y/n)'s lips along her jaw and down the side of her neck and with each kiss, Geta leaned more and more into her until he was at risk of toppling off the bed and onto his wife. He could feel her hand gripping his hip to try and steady him and make sure that he didn't fall, but his intentions were crystal clear. He was seeking comfort and solace in his wife's embrace.

"We- we have to get you changed. I can get rid of these without the maids seeing."

(Y/n) kept her left hand deadlocked on Geta's hip while her right arm tried to scrunch up Geta's gown and toss them onto the floor beside her. She could feel Geta's lips pausing against her neck and his hand stilled against her face as if he was trying to work out what she was talking about.

"Why?"

"You killed him, Rome might thank you for this, but they also might revolt. We can't trust the guards until we know you have their undying respect. Who knew you went to talk to him?"

(Y/n) wasn't sure how she managed to think so clearly when she knew what had happened and what this could mean for them if anyone found out. The panic within her was screaming at her to cry, to sit down and break and collapse and let all of her frantic worries rise to the surface in the form of tears.

But she couldn't. There was no time to sit and wallow. This time had to be used carefully, to set things right and make the best of the situation they found themselves in.

The people of Rome would be happy the Emperor was dead, he was a tyrant and the twins would be welcomed to the throne, but not if they knew what Geta had done. And (Y/n) couldn't ask the guards to help with this situation, not if they weren't one hundred percent loyal to Geta. All it took was one guard to whisper rumours about or tell the Senates and then Geta would be in jeopardy, and so would (Y/n) and all of Rome.

They had to sort this out themselves and they had to be quick about it.

"No one."

"Good, because you were here with me, okay?" (Y/n)'s hand moved up to cup Geta's face and she felt somewhat relieved when he nodded.

She could see that he wasn't taking much of this situation in, but at least he wasn't in that shocked, frozen state he had been in when he came back to the room.

She prayed no one had seen him go into or leave the Emperor's study. If someone saw him they might suspect once the guards and the residents of the palace found out what had happened to the Emperor. They couldn't suspect Geta, they couldn't suspect either of the twins. If they wanted a smooth ascent to the throne then they had to be above suspicion.

When (Y/n) began to clean the flecks of dried blood from his skin, Geta allowed his chin to tilt down into his chest so he could observe his naturally pale skin beneath her touch.

He was suddenly glad that his father hadn't bled much, at least not on him. All the blood had accumulated on the study floor and had soaked into his father's silver gown.

He hadn't been lathered in blood when he slit his father's throat or plunged the knife into his chest or slashed at his skin. It was surprising that none of the blood splatter had tainted Geta more than this. If any servant noticed the bloodied clothes before (Y/n) got rid of them, they could just as easily assume he had suffered a nose bleed.

No one would suspect the truth.

***

"Brother!"

A brief amount of terror flooded Geta's chest and surged into his heart that had already taken enough stress from today to last him a decade.

His head shot up from where he had been laid across (Y/n)'s lap and his blearly eyes looked ahead to see his brother stood in the doorway to his bed chamber.

Caracalla looked disshevelled. His golden hair was ruffled, knotted and askew in every direction. The dark blue robe he wore was hanging off both shoulders and exposing his chest and part of his abdomen and he hadn't bothered to tie the strings around his waist. He had one hand fisted around the robe to ensure his modesty was covered, although he had burst into his twin's room more than once when he was wearing nothing at all, so he had nothing to fear.

His bare feet were cold against the frozen marble floor and it was making him shiver and writhe on the spot, but the sense of glee in Caracalla's eyes was unwavering and almost frightening.

Geta groaned as he pushed up from (Y/n)'s lap and sat up straight in bed, looking towards (Y/n) for a moment. He didn't know what time it was, but it had to be late, and yet (Y/n) hadn't slept.

Geta had been wiped out, all of his energy had dissolved once (Y/n) had helped him wash and change and disposed of his clothes safely and securely. He had laid down on her lap and gone to sleep almost straight away.

It had been the first time in years that Geta had managed to fall asleep straight away. And he hadn't had one bad thought. He slept like a child.

"What is it?" (Y/n) took the words right out of Geta's mouth.

She reached her hand out to glide her fingertips through Geta's hair at the nape of his neck and she leaned her cheek against his shoulder. It was strange how calm she tried to be on the outside when inside of her, an orchestra was composing a horribly symphony of panic and clattering drums and her heart was going so fast it might just give out at any second.

"Brother! Brother, we- we are changed men!" Caracalla's bewildered expression matched the ludacris tone to his voice and the wide smile spreading across his face.

"What?"

"Father is dead, someone has slain him. We are to rule now."

Oh. Geta's shoulders dropped as he stared at his brother like he was an angel bringing news from above. It slipped his mind, what had happened to his father. Shock plastered across his face that was genuine and true and he figured it was better that he forgot what he had done for it gave the impression to his brother- and any servants who might wander in- that he had no idea about this before now.

They were to rule. They were to be Emperors. It had always been an agreement between the twins since they had been old enough to understand their destiny that they would rule together. Side by side. One no more an Emperor than the other; this would be the start of their joint reign.

Seconds ticked by into minutes as Geta stayed motionless, sat with (Y/n) feigning shock as she huddled into his side and waited desperately for him to say and do something.

He ran his hand across his face, scratching his smooth skin and down his neck before he sighed and a placid expression secured onto his face.

"Then assemble the council. We have an announcement to make."

***

"We have a lot to discuss gentlemen, Sires. And I think the first proposition should be-"

Something stirred within Geta as he looked to his left and locked eyes with Caracalla. He knew he didn't have to say anything to know that his twin was thinking along the same lines as him. They had the same understanding, that much was evidently clear.

Geta wasn't sure what made him feel so confident yet tiresome and uncaring like this. It was as if he himself were made of gold, untouchable and unbreakable by the people in this room. Maybe it was knowing that he had a secret that no one else in this room knew and could ever know.

They would never understand the strength it took for Geta to do what he did and that it was done in the name of Rome and for his family. No one, not even Caracalla, would ever understand.

Geta glanced at his brother, stood in midnight blue and golden garments dripping off him like he had fallen from the sun itself. And when he looked down at his own silver and golden gowns, he felt that confidence building. All that was missing was the crowns from their heads and they would be untouchable. Gods. In control of everyone and everything.

"I have a proposition to discuss gentlemen, which takes precidence here." Geta felt like adding 'if you have no objections' but he didn't. He didn't want to give them chance to oppose or try and control the meeting.

This was his and Caracalla's game now, and they were in charge.

No one opposed or said anything, instead, heads nodded and all eyes fell to Geta to see what he wanted to discuss.

"I think the first announcement to be made should be my marriage. I doubt any of you are aware that before our father was slain, he had granted and acknowledged my marriage to Lady (Y/n). I have the Priest here at the palace to vouch the sanctity of our marriage and our betrothal in writing from my father."

Wide eyes and open mouths stared back at Geta like he had spoken his inner truth, his secrets, and expected them to applaud him.

He waited for the begrudgements, for the quibbles and disagreements and chastising. He waited for someone to say that this wasn't proper, that there should have been a discussion and proper arrangements and a ceremony for the public to know about and the Senates to attend.

What he got instead surprised him. Agreement. The nodding of heads and mutterings of 'of course Sire' and people murmuring that this should be a priority.

They could hardly announce the Emperor's death and his son's rising to the throne and then state afterwards that one of the newly appointed Emperors was in fact married. This was something of priority to take care of first.

This is the kind of acceptance and agreement that Geta had been after in the first place. This simply validated his actions. His father had to go, he had been an obstruction to Geta and the good of Rome.

"Very well Sire, we shall make announcements shortly."

"Before we announce about the Emperor's death, we must try and pursue any leads to find out who was behind this massacre."

Nodding heads and agreements flooded the room but Geta and Caracalla didn't acknowledge them. That wasn't what they wanted. Geta's marriage and the twins ascent to the throne was their main priority. The people didn't have to know that the late Emperor had been slain. That could be a rumour at best, it didn't have to be the truth that all of Rome heard.

"What does it matter?" Caracalla tilted his head to one side and rose a brow as he began to drum his fingers against the table in front of him.

"Sire, someone murdered him, someone got into the palace undetected… it could have been a guard-"

"That doesn't matter." The curt tone to Geta's voice snapped through the air and asserted dominance over the room.

His expression was unamused and his lips formed a thin line while his head angled to the right and one brow arched. He exerted a wave of authority over everyone in the room before he had been crowned Emperor. This was a sense of dominance that Geta never would of had if his father had died under normal circumstances. He never would have felt so uncaring and hard and confident if he hadn't been pushed to the brink of a cliff.

"With all due respect-"

"If you wish to show us respect, then listen to us. Our father's murderer has committed treason, but Rome will be relieved not to have him on the throne any longer. Once the guards swear their allegiance to us, and you have all publicly acknowledged our ascent, then the matter is closed."

The moment Geta finished his speech, Caracalla leaned forward and slammed his palms down on the table with enough force to spill the glasses and rattle the quills and ink pots.

If the guards happened to find someone they suspected of this crime, Geta would go along with it. But as far as he and Caracalla were concerned, their father got what was coming to him. Rome would be relieved to have him dead and buried in one of the chapels. They would be happy to have the twins on the throne.

And once the guards and Senates and councilmen had all acknowledged Geta and Caracalla as their Emperors, then things would be different. It wouldn't matter who killed the late Emperor. His death would be an old chapter that had been closed.

Geta's marriage was no longer in jeopardy. (Y/n) was safe, her honour was in tact and would never again be questioned or put at risk. Their child wouldn't be born out of wedlock and would be in line for the throne.

Everything would work out for the best now.

Geta took a deep breath and allowed a smile to form on his lips as he clasped his hands together in front of him and cast his eyes around the room.

"A new era is upon us gentlemen."

[openwund]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✶ㅤㅤㅤㅤFAMILY MAN ﹙toji f.﹚ 𝖏𝖏𝖐

⊹ ࣪ ˖ headcanons for toji as a family man! :D

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ did i write this at 3 am on a wednesday?? yes. i had to write this or else i would be tasting colors and lose hearing in my right eye. not proofread, a lot of typos probably.

2 in 1!: marriage + fatherhood

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.ᐟ as a freshly married man, all he would want to do is spend time with his wife. it doesn't matter if they cook pancakes together (which ends up in a flour fight), lay on their (too small for two people to lie on) couch or shower together.

.ᐟ you know those strong and intimidating men who treat their wives like absolute queens? that's him. although, when he's at work or hanging out with his friends (against his will) he always finds a way to bring his wife up. they're at a restaurant having lunch? — "my wife would make this so much better."; he sees something that reminds him of her? — "when can we go home? i miss my wife." "toji, it's only been thirty minutes." "that's too long. it feels like forever since i've heard her voice."; afraid to disturb him by calling while he's working? don't worry, he calls first! — "toji?" "hi, sweetheart! i miss you!"

.ᐟ his love language (by txt)? does it really have to be just one? he loves doing it all. words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service, physical touch? he will do them all for his beloved wife. he needed to make sure that she wouldn't doubt that he loves her for a second ("...or i will die." dramatic much?). one thing he won't do is recieve gifts from his spouse. for his birthday? she's his gift; just for being himself? don't even think about it.

.ᐟ god forbid someone has something slightly negative to say about his spouse. and if they argue with her? c'mon, you should've known better than to pick a fight with this muscular man's wife. just look at his 'i ♡ my wife' shirt.

.ᐟ baby fever™. he is the face of the phenomenon. growing up in a huge family, he loved playing and taking care of his little relatives. again, you wouldn't expect a beefy and intimidating man to be so soft around children, but he is. he gets it bad when he sees his wife playing with their friends' babies that it's a baby cold at this point.

.ᐟ he is very touchy and needs to be feeling his wife all the time or he will die (real! not clickbait!). it's not even a sexual thing, he just feels comforted by his wife's mere presence. and her perfume? show him a thousand differents scents, he will recognize it. on the very rare ocassions that he sleeps alone, he will always spray his pillow with her perfume when he can't smell her anymore.

.ᐟ when he found out his wife was pregnant? over the moon. he can't believe that he will finally be a father. he's there flr evedything. and i mean every thing. first ultrasound? he's the one dragging his wife through the door; finding out what sex the baby will be? he already drank two cups of coffee to try and calm his nerves and it's only 8 am. it doesn't matter what the baby will be, but the thought of finding out more about his child is enough to make him excited, scared and overwhelmingly happy.

.ᐟ throughout his wife's pregnancy, he didn't let her do anything. loading the washing machine and unloading the dryer? pfft, easy!; mopping and vaccuming? he got it!; wiping the dust off surfaces and trinkets? sparkling in the sunlight. (just don't move anything from it's place and we're good!); cooking? ......... whatever happened it's in the past now! thank god one of his friends owns a kbbq restaurant! what happened the last time he cooked? let's just say that he had to buy his wife another, identical, one of her favorite pasta pot.

.ᐟ his wife's second trimester of pregnancy was when 'grocery shopping dates' began to become a thing among the couple. it's 3 am and she gently wakes him up because she's craving pickles and cookie dough ice cream? who is he to say no to her when she looks so adorable in the moonlight, adorned in his hoodie as she looks at him with sleepy, shiny eyes? not a loser that's who. he helps to tie her shoes' laces, as she can't bend down because of her belly, and they make their way to the nearest 24/7 store, which thankfully it's pretty close. "pickles and cookie dough ice cream? are you sure? what if it's so bad that it makes you sick?" but after one look at her, he gives in and buys whatever she needed.

.ᐟ baby clothes? he can't escape them. it's like the universe heard that he's going to be a father so now all it shows him it's baby stuff. scrolling on his phone? "how to not fail as a dad"; "top 10 things to NOT do during parenthood"; "day in the life of a dad of 12"; "baby mma fight pt. 127". he couldn't escape it. even in normal conversations, normal words began to transform into terms that had to do with babies and it started to feel like he was going crazy (he wasn't. he's just a nervous first time dad).

.ᐟ baby names. don't ask this man to be serious about anything ever. when he suggests that their daughter should be named 'jordan terrell carter fushiguro', she makes it her mission to keep him away from any papers once the baby is born. when he realizes that this is very real, he stops joking and actually chooses pretty good options.

.ᐟ as the due date was aproaching, he was freaking himself out. he even had to ask his wife to change the password to the router and not tell him what it is because he was scaring his own self reading about 'the side effects of pregnancy' on google. don't let this man find out about that one lady's reasons to not get pregnant list, matter of fact, don't let him open tiktok or reddit (ew) at all, during and after the pregnancy.

.ᐟ during the labor, he's there, by her side, holding her hand, the whole time. how many hours has it been? 8, 10 maybe? he doesn't really process how fast the time flew by as he's cuddling his wife in her hospital bed. this eventful night, from the moment he was woken up by her screams and getting up to call a nurse, a doctor, anyone — to the moment he's holding his newborn daughter for the first time ever, was a blur. he couldn't believe that he was finally holding the product of his and his wife's love, tsumiki fushiguro. the second light in his life.

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.ᐟ the following year, it would all feel surreal. the baby chair sat at one of the heads of the dining table, the brightly colored play mat spread on the living room's rug filled with rattling toys and plushies made out of fabrics to help with teething, the baby formulas on the fridge's door and the breast milk bags in the freezer, the omniscient fragrance of baby powder, the crib that barely fit in their bedroom (it should've been in the nursery but tsumiki didn't want to sleep alone) and the toys that, however many times they were picked up, somehow would return.

.ᐟ would treat his daughter like a princess, so when needed, his wife took the role of being the 'strict' parent. he would do whatever tsumiki wanted and pampered her when he got the chance. tea parties, makeovers, dragon that guards the queen's tower as princess tsumiki attempts to free the 'damsel in distress', mani-pedi, 'spa days', bake-offs with the toy oven, he has done everything.

.ᐟ somehow, his wife looked even more beautiful now that they were connected in another way. she looked different in the best way possible in his eyes, more mature, warmer, sexier. if he was clingy before, he now had his two girls and he would never pass on the offer to cuddle with them.

.ᐟ "happy birthday, miki!" his wife would cheer as she placed the breakfast specifically requested by their daughter, star shaped rainbow colored pancakes with maple syrup, sprinkles, blueberries and strawberries. toji couldn't help but smile as the girl blew out the 3 candles that were stuck on her pancakes. "make a wish, baby." "i want a baby brother!"

.ᐟ his daughter's wish was his command. they were planning on having another baby anyways, but they didn't know how to explain it to tsumiki so they were glad that she could, somehow, read their minds.

.ᐟ brag central. he's the kind of guy to pull out his phone and show off pictures of his wife and daughter to others like it's some kind of competition. "what can i say? i really couldn't have done it without my girls."

.ᐟ when his wife casually breaks the news to the two while having breakfast, like he won't be crazy about the fact that he's going to be a dad again. he took a day off from work and spent it with his favorite girls going out for ice cream and watching barbie movies.

.ᐟ he's the type to get a minivan even before his second child is even born. why? "why not? it will be fun."

.ᐟ he was more than happy to go on parental leave so he could pamper his girls all day, every day.

.ᐟ when time came for tsumiki to be able to go to kindergarten, he was destroyed. "can't she just stay at home one more year? what if she will miss us too much." "toji, that's what you said last year. it's time for her to make friends and have fun with someone that's not us."

.ᐟ this time around, 9 months flew by as he grew even more excited (if that was possible) to be able to meet his son. although, he's not as scared as he was the first time around, with the experience he gained taking care of his sweet angel.

.ᐟ megumi fushiguro. the fourth (and last, like his wife warned him) member of his beloved family. she decided to let him name his son since he took baby names seriously this time around. "finally, i'm not outnumbered anymore." he would joke, but the sincere smile on his face as he watched tsumiki hold her baby brother for the first time, betrayed his attempt at being funny.

.ᐟ he loves going to daddy-daughter dances where he gets to see tsumiki smiling and giggling as they twirl around on the dance floor. did his back hurt after having to bend down a little for his daughter to hold him properly? yes. was it worth it seeing his princess happy? yes!

.ᐟ grocery shopping is always eventful in the fushiguro family. baby megumi sat in the shopping cart as he held on to his mom's blouse like he would fly away if he didn't, tsumiki holding on to the side of the cart as she asks if she cand get everything that catches her eye (which is literally ANY product. what is a 5 year old going to do with an electric saw?) and toji who clings on to his wife's back as if he's a toddler, savoring the moment before his wife pushes him off of her.

.ᐟ grill master. he counts the day until it gets warmer so he can finally used his beloved again. during the summer, he pleads his wife to let him fry anything on the grill and not the pan. he even gives the neighbours some of the meat he cooks since they didn't need that much and it was too good to go to waist. summer nights with friends or family? everyone knows that when the fushiguros invite you over to eat, you would be crazy to say no.

.ᐟ white socks with sandals, fanny pack, jorts and black cap combo. he swears it was conicidence, the dad outfit just called to him.

.ᐟ and when megumi is old enough to play a sport? soccer. there's no other choice. and who needs a coach when your dad is shouting at you, louder than anyone, from the bleachers. (kind of like troy bolton and his dad)

.ᐟ dad jokes. make this man stop. enough is enough please.

.ᐟ he definitely has a horrible case of dad sneeze. (i miss jaehyun so much y'all don't understand)

.ᐟ hands on hips and squinting kind of dad.

.ᐟ when tsumiki's prom comes around, he would takes a lot of pictures to the point that the teenagers get annoyed by him. he will treathen his daughter date to treat her as she should be treated or else. when they leave, he will cry to his wife about how his babies are growing up and won't need their dad anymore.

.ᐟ when megumi says that he doesn't like radiohead's (or any other old band) music, be prepared for a day long rant on how "kids these days don't understand real music".

.ᐟ when his kids bring home their s/os, he will take out the baby pics album and embarrass them in front of their lovers.

[cakeandpudding1]

Can you do where Yandere Beelzebub and Yandere Adamas(Separate) after they kidnapped their female!darling, they noticed that Darling barely leave the room and only come out to grab foods and is very submissive to them.Darling never cut her long hair.Until one day due to them overhearing some nymphs saying that Darling might be pregnant because (Darling is from a Nymph tribe where having long hair mean you are a mother).And that Darling is only very submissive because she worries that the baby could be harmed.

😋😋 Yummy

- Yandere!Beelzebub

- Yandere!Adamas

⚠️Mentions of kidnapping, pregnancy, and Yandere tendencies⚠️ MDNI‼️‼️

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Being in a nymph tribe taught you many things that were unique to those who were outside the tribe. You were being yourself, doing what you do, but a yandere had their eyes on you. Maybe it was of your personality, maybe because of your looks, maybe it was how you treated him. But no matter, because he had decided to kidnap you. Afraid that someone else would try to pursue you. --

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- Okay, maybe kidnapping you was a little too far. But after getting some advice from Zeus, hey, why not give it a shot?

- Since he had known you from a young age, but never talked to you, there was a lot of misunderstandings between you both. Your personalities far too different from eachother.

- Although that was the case, he had always admired you. When you were both kids, he always saw you running around and helping all the older nymphs. Tending to little animals, and just doing whatever.

- He always thought that tribes kinda sucked. But you were really interesting to him, you caught his attention very well with your actions and routines.

- And that still is the case. But this time, he had you were he wanted you. In his arms, but not as someone he would admire from afar.

- You now knew of him, and saw him differently from the little boy you once knew.

- After capturing you, he knew that you'd be upset. It's natural. But after spending some time with you, he saw many odd behaviors from you.

- Anyone would be upset, and very feisty. But you? Very submissive. It was weird, but he's not complaining. It's way easier than he thought.

- But one thing was for sure. You were growing out your hair. Also wearing loose clothing. Maybe it was a little thing you got from your tribe? Maybe they have different seasonal styles. Yeah, that makes sense.

- You rarely come out of the room. Which was another thing that he noticed in your behavior. Only coming out to grab food, or weird cravings. What on earth was going on?

- It ticked him off. Not because of the way you were acting, but because he didn't understand you.

"What the hell is she up to...?"

- That was until he overheard a few nymphs talking about it while he was strolling around, looking for Beelzebub. Oh boy, he doesn't mean to indulge himself in stupid girly chit-chat (his words not mine) but when he heard your name getting mentioned, he was leaning in good.

"Did you notice (Name) growing her hair out lately?"

"*Gasp* yes! It must mean she's pregnant. I heard her tribe grows out their hair when they are about to have a baby!!! "

....

- What. The. Fuck.

-He came running to the tribes women, a little pissed off look on his face. Demanding answers from them. And since they hadn't seen you in a while, it came off very suspicious.

-But who were they to say anything about it? Maybe you ran off and married this guy. Now you're both having a baby.

-So now, after putting two and two together, he had more than enough answers.

- He now understood why you were so submissive to him. So that he wouldn't hurt you and harm the baby. That makes so much sense.

- So don't be surprised when you wake up to him standing Infront of you with newfound knowledge about your baby.

"Aren't you fucking cute?"

BEELZEBUB

- This guy thinks of you like a bunny. You're always doing so many things and just being yourself. He envies that.

- He envies how you are able to express yourself. He envies a lot about you. But one thing to note is that his envy somehow draws him to you.

- It doesn't take long before you ends up realizing his feelings for you. He hates that.

-His curse had already done irreparable damage to him. And falling in love will only make him feel worse..

- But what if his cursed side falls for you too?

- Now that right there, is insane. But it's not entirely impossible.

- So, when he figured out this new part of him that also shared the same amount of pining that he felt towards you...he knew he couldn't let such an opportunity slip away.

- After going through so much, he could have the chance to have something he wanted without harming it.

- But he couldn't say the same to the others around him. He felt envious of those who stole your attention. Even if he was a loner, he still wanted your attention on him.

- Kidnapping you from your little tribe was anything but difficult for him. All it took was luring you into his arms, before knocking you out and carrying you to your new room.

- At first, you were very upset. But after a while, he also noticed odd behaviors.

- You were more submissive towards him, and also growing out your hair. You got more shy, and quieter than usual, which led him to the library to study about it. Was there some sort of problem with you? How does he solve it?

- Unlike Adamas, he didn't overhear about your pregnancy from gossip. A nymph from your tribe actually came up to him.

- She was concerned about your well being, and the last time she ever saw you was when you already got taken by him.

"Hello, excuse me.. Mr. Beelzebub..? Do you happen to know (Name)?"

- After hearing from the nymph about her speculations on you carrying a child, he didn't know what to feel.

- Normal Beelzebub would have probably started crying out from the feeling of happiness after a very long time.

- But this is YANDERE Beelzebub we're talking about.

- Coming home to you, he'd probably take extra measures to confirm the pregnancy. He didn't really need to do much, because you straight up told him about it.

- You'd think he'd maybe lessen his hold on you, and maybe let you out more often, but you're wrong.

"Really?"

- His response was no more than one word. Don't misunderstand, he's happy. But, that didn't mean he was letting you off.

- This only served to fuel his need to keep you safe. Which strengthened his security, and his need to have you with him at all times.

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That's all 😋😋😋

[broken-mandolin0357]

Hi! Can I ask for a fic with bts Jungkook, where reader is pregnant and has some difficulties during her pregnancy and Kook is super gentle and caring, making sure she's as comfortable as he can make her? Over all a bit angsty because of worried and concerned Kook, but super fluffy with the way he takes cake of his partner. ♥️

It would make me really happy if you wrote something like that, but of course it's up to you and whether you like it or not. ♥️

Thank you, take care! 😘

╚ Fluff|| Fluff, angst?|| Established relationship (marriage)|| headcanons|| GN! reader, but written with Fem! Reader in mind

╚ Sypnosis: "Pregnancy in one process which is the prettiest yet sometimes the cruelest process a lady goes through for lover...weird, no? But you're lucky, your husband loves looking after you!"

╚ Author's letter: Thank you for requesting this!! Sorry for releasing this late!! Though this is not something i'd write usually, I'm happy to write this!!

Jeon Jeongguk (전정국) X Pregnant! S/O

◆ Okay now we have particular stages of pregnancy and no, I don't mean the first, second and third trimester, I mean the different times in your pregnancy where you were treated completely different by Jungkook...

The reveal of pregnancy

◆Jungkook was with you in the gym and exercising, he was helping you in all the exercises like the sweetheart he was and something as on your mind, you were thinking how to reveal it to him that you were pregnant...Not like you were afraid he wouldn't want it because he's too much of a sweetheart and you both have been married for while now..But still...

◆ Jungkook was always playful, sweet, and sometime even sassy with you...Not like you minded, you knew what you signed up for and you loved him for being his sassy self and he would treat you like a independent person like you should be treated!!!

◆ You thought about it and even asked the members for suggestion on how to do it under the excuse on how they would think Jungkook would want to learn about your pregnancy, all of them had different ideas and you obviously got no-where....Until you decided to do it like any normal person, small but simply getting him a onesie in his favourite colour for your future bunny...

◆ You got home form shopping a bit and you were easily tired since your pregnancy...you fell asleep on the bed with Bam, with the bag with the onesie out thinking Jungkook was gonna take time to get home...unluckily, Jungkook came home early and saw the bag, he thought it was for him and wasn't trying to but couldn't resist seeing what was inside...and when he found the onesie...your symptoms started to make sense...

◆ The nausea, tiredness and nose bleeds and other good stuff...He immediately got behind you and became the big spoon, holding your stomach...He was SO excited for it...He cried a few tears wiping them on your top's shoulder and kissed your cheek, holding the onesie tightly in his hand as he held your stomach and slept with you...

◆ When you woke up found him immediately kissing you again and again and smiling at your tummy and kissing your tummy as well...And that is when you realized he found out because you literally fell asleep putting the bag in front of his face... Your mentally slapped yourself, but smiled because at-least you were gonna have a baby with the one you loved the most...No?

The first few weeks...

◆ The first few weeks ere fine, with Jungkook revealing your pregnancy to everyone; the members and your parents and his parents and your family and his family and yeah..

◆ He was pretty chill with you during the first few weeks but did put a bit of restrictions on certain things like NO alcohol, sushi, raw meat and those types of things...I mean he has a point and of-course you followed those rules!

◆ Jungkook would also kind of make sure you're not training too hard during gym dates with him...Making sure you don't lift too heavy weights, you don't get your heartbeat over 180 beats per min, made sure you had plenty of water, a change of clothing, made sure to escort you to the toilet to pee a million times with a smile on his face, you know just being a bit protective...Nothing too much!!

◆ Jungkook would hold your hands when you walked down stairs, up stairs, made sure you wouldn't slip on the floor after getting out of shower, you didn't eat anything that made you feel sick and all that!!

v The first time he saw the baby at the ultrasound...he definitely cried a few tears and as you laid on the bed, Jungkook siting beside you face buried in your chest as he cried a bit of tears as you pat his head...Jungkook slowly looked up from his positing of his face buried in your chest to stare at the baby and smiled at it and kissed you and you had to manage him being a bit lovey-dovey during the next few days...

The first kick, first craving and the first time Jungkook cried because he wanted to have the baby out of you and in his arms.....

◆ Slowly the weeks passed and your stomach definitely grew...He would literally share everything in his closet with you and even brought you clothing matching him which is made to accommodate to your pregnant belly throughout the pregnancy from the first month to the ninth and of-course you cried and he spend the next few minutes holding you on his lap and kissing you and comforting you cluelessly...

◆ Jungkook would take you on a good babymoon and he even brought along the boys so they could all celebrate being the crazy boys they are and give you a free show and you ended up crying because you were so thankful to them for making you smile and the boys especially had to comfort you saying they were basically your brothers and friends and whatnot and you shouldn't cry and yeah that did not help cause you cried more because it made you more happy...

◆ All the boys are a bit clueless except Namjoon, cause when Jungkook wouldn't allow you to have coffee or caffeine cause it would be bad for the baby, Namjoon came to your rescue saying it was okay for pregnant women to consume a certain amount of and yeah he saved you...

◆ Jungkook is also kind of insecure along-side you, despite following you to every appointment and class...he feels as though he would never be enough for the baby, often leaving them out of the picture as a idol or the child would have to live upto the harsh standard his father made which they wouldn't be able to follow and start to hate him...Of-course that's not true as you let him cry into your belly comforting him by running your fingers through his hair and explaining how he would be the best father rather than he worst husband!!

◆ Jungkook once saw you get insecure about your stretch marks and god....what thing she did that night to make sure you found it beautiful as he fucked you...punishing you for when you degraded yourself and praised you the whole night and made sure....to leave many hickeys near your stomach to find in the morning ....It was one blessed night and he got scared he hurt you in the morning...

◆ Oh and speaking of sex..he barely has sex with you, not that there's anything wrong, he finds you very sexy and beautiful but still kind of scared he will crush the baby or something even though you explained that not only was sex a good way to kick-start labor but also the baby won't even feel you both having sex...still he felt embarrassed by it and you didn't have sex for until the baby was out...

◆ And as you reached closer to your ninth month...Oh god...the switch in Jungkook flipped because you were no longer allowed to lift weights in the gym....no jumping, no rough cardio, no those types of stuff where you sweat a lot, become kind of drained and feel pain...he ain't gonna risk shit! He was treating you like a small newborn kitten...you didn't hate it..but still...it took him...a lot to be convinced to let you move around a bit...you get to play with Bam, so that's good!!

The closer the due date got...

◆ Oh and the time when the due date got closer he was so fucking stressed he revealed your pregnancies to ARMY and they of-course were head-over-heels to say hello to Jungkook's baby despite knowing they won't see it's face they didn't care about that, everyone send gifts and so much more to Jungkook the next fanmeet...

◆ You and Jungkook didn't even have to shop for ninety percent of the things as you got everything from fans themselves, still for safety reasons you made sure there wasn't any camera attached and everything and even the boys got you a lot of things...the baby was gonna be spoiled rotten as you would have guessed...

◆ Jungkook also get EXTREMELY protective during this time cause he felt you were very vulnerable during this time...and made sure you didn't leave the house a lot, unless VERY important he got everything for you or got someone to do it!!

◆ Jungkook made sure the crib and everything was set and packed your hospital bags 2 months in advance just incase....And he would wash the baby stuff's and clothes a million times and make sure everything was spotless for them for when they come home!!

◆ Held your hand very tightly through the whole labor and delivery and when he held the baby, he definitely cried and the boys though teased a bit were very happy for him if not more than you and Jungkook, they helped Jungkook in all the fatherly duties cause the boy is still a baby at heart and everyone listens to the maknae no? Your baby definitely grew to be very humble yet spoiled.....

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[strawberrynightmere]

I'm the anon,yes we would love headcanons about them, I need to see Julia!reader headcanons about her low-key losing her morality.

Will do!

Found You [Headcanons]

TW⚠️: the general tcoaal and yandere stuff, from conception to birth, mixing canon and canon divergence.

A/n: You can tell this is my first time making them.

Part 1 Part 2

As much as you protested against having sex before marriage, you ended up giving in to Andrew pressuring.

You found out you were expecting around three-ish (a bit longer) months later. And before you ask, "How is that possible?!" You can still bleed when you're pregnant. That's one possibility.

Now, Andrew has been stuck in quarantine, and the only way of contact is through phone calls.

You were very scared, especially considering what his reaction would be.

You chickened out and broke up with him over the phone right then and there.

Meanwhile, Andrew tried calling you, which ended up waking Ashley, who ended up laughing at his face when she found out you broke up with him.

Needless to say, Andrew did not take the break up well.

During your pregnancy, you have very little contact with your parents, inturprate that how you want.

The next two months are pretty much a rodeo for you.

Get stalked and kidnapped by Andrew and then make up.

Andrew is against you continuing classes or working.

He has considered tying you up, and you did not take that well. Someone was gonna look for you.

Still didn't stop him from putting you in "mandatory bedrest" when you were done with classes and work.

He has his arms around you as much as possible. You even believe he might be talking to the baby when you're asleep.

Because of your pregnancy cravings, the only food you can consume and not throw up is Ashley's cooking. (BTW, she was also there when you and Andrew "made up", she was watching TV).

Don't worry, Ashley has been at her best behavior around you.

There's only so much Andrew can do until you end up getting involved with what they're doing.

And it all starts with the dream. That's right, you somehow ended up in a dream for a vision.

You were just standing there with a grime soul circling around you.

Then, you two came across a pot with a pot with a severed head inside,which you recognized as one of those two girls that were gossiping about you and have recently gone missing.

You suspected that this had something to do with Andrew and Ashley, and let's be honest, you believed your morality left you when you got back with Andrew because you made no reaction when you saw the head, you just closed the pot and kept walking with the grime soul.

Even when you woke up, you weren't bothered about the dream.

Unexpected things just tend to happen, like giving birth at work and a bit earlier than the due date .

Andrew had to come in because you weren't coming out from work, and that's how he found out.

It is a good thing that a coworker recognized him as your boyfriend. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let him in to see you, which might have ended up with them charging Ashley charm and then ending up I her met stew.

The baby is up for your interpretation.

Andrew was afraid to hold them at first due to his dislike for kids and was afraid he was going to like them.

But when he sees you cooing at the little thing in your arms, something just moves there where his heart should be.

And when he dose end up holding them, he feels strange. He feels something that tears him up as the baby takes hold of his finger.

A/n: and I'll just put a pin in here and continue with my life. Wanted to add chaotic aunt Ashley, but I didn't think anyone would like it.

[pablitogavii]

Panic

Everyone around you kept telling you 'he will cheat' or 'you'll never be enough for him' or 'he's probably thinking about those instagram models' and it was all you could think about.

What if they were right?? You were just a normal every day girl and Pablo had grown women on their knees for his attention. All of this was giving you so much anxiety!

"Good evening señora Y/l/n. How are you?" Pablo asked politely as your mom welcomed him inside smiling at his kindness. Unlike all your friends, your parents were very supportive of your relationship with the young football star.

"I'm doing pretty well Pablo, but Y/n is worrying me these days..she's barely eating and doesn't leave her room unless it's to go to school. I don't know what's wrong with my babygirl" woman said and Pablo got curious now also starting to worry what was going on since you haven't told him anything.

He's been busy last could of days preparing for champions league so you only had to face time before bed but you still didn't say something was bothering you.

"I will talk to her, don't worry. I am sure everything will be alright." Pablo smiled kindly walking upstairs where your room is at knocking at your door.

"Amor? Are you sleeping preciosa??" Pablo asked peeking into the dark room seeing you cuddled up on the bed with your phone in your hand highlighting your face.

"Pablo!!!" you said excitedly moving the blanket and opening your arms welcoming him in and he chuckled closing the door and laying besides you scooping you in his arms.

"How are you preciosa? Todo bien?" he said and you tried to fake a smile which he saw right through asking you the same question again making you sigh.

"Um..I'm feeling very anxious lately cariño.." you admit feeling tears collecting in your eyes already and he sits up a bit wanting to be able to look you in the eyes as you spoke.

"Why is that amorcito? Something happened at school or is it something about us?" he said and you got scared to answer. In your past relationship saying that something was wrong meant long hours of constant arguence.

"Um..it's nothing..don't worry about it Pablo" you try to dodge the subject but he wouldn't let you especially after hearing how worried your mom was about your health.

"If it makes you anxious, then it's something I want to worry about. It's alright, preciosa. You can tell me anything, I promise. Bueno?" he caressed you hair while speaking in a soothing tone that made you more relaxed.

"Um..everyone tells me that you will cheat..that I am not enough for you because you're a footballer..and..and I know that's not who you are but..I get scared..and then I panic" you were mumbling the last part afraid that Pablo will take offense but instead he held you tighter pulling your chin up and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Is this why you weren't eating and taking care of yourself huh princesa?" he asked holding your face gently and you nodded your head.

"And then..then I read today that Neymar cheated on his pregnant girlfriend for the second time because they sent it to me..so I just felt sick..and um I couldn't eat anything." you spoke feeling dumb for comparing someone else to Gavi who you knew loved you purely but constant pressures from the sides made you go crazy.

"Amor..listen to me. I know you're my smart girl and you already know this but every man is different and it also depends on the type of relationship he is in with a girl. Most of my friends don't want anything serious because they want that crazy lifestyle while they're young. Joder, I was the same until I met you at that coffee shop and you spilled tea into my lap..I fell in love with you amor. That's different from being attracted to you or thinking you're pretty. It's something worth staying loyal to and I would never do anything to hurt you my sweet girl..I could not bare it. All I want to do is hold you in my arms and protect you from their poisonous words!" Pablo finished hugging you tight and you sighed finally pushing those thought out of your mind and focusing on his words instead. You believed him completely, and you knew you both loved each other unconditionally.

"Are you mad at me now?" you ask fearfully looking up at his still very much soft eyes as he gave you a small smile.

"Why would I be mad amor?" he asked and once again your past relationship made you assume he would be toxic which he is not at all.

"Um..b..because I let them get into my head" you say and he shakes his head while kissing your forehead.

"No, I'm not mad because I get it. Hearing someone constantly saying something will happen makes you worried that it just might. They are jealous of us amor. They don't want us together because they can't have what we have with each other. But no way in hell am I going to let their poisonous words destroy the purest love i felt for someone in my life!" Pablo said and now you were the one who moved up and kissed his lips passionately.

"Neither will I...I'll stop talking to every single one of them. There is no one I care about more than you cariño. Tu eres mi vida." you say and Pablo kissed you again nodding his head in agreement.

"Whenever you need reassurance, just tell me preciosa..I will always give it to you." he promised and you smiled nodding your head and nuzzling it into his neck.

"Te amo Pablito.." you sigh in relief glad that was finally over and he was right there with you.

"Yo te amo muchisimo princesita" he said and the two of you cuddled up in silence for a few minutes. Shortly after, your stomach was rumbling and the two of you giggled because of it.

"Um..maybe we can have some dinner now??" you ask and he chuckled getting up and grabbing your head while walking downstairs.

"Mamá! I'm a bit hungry..is there any dinner" you say and the woman looked so relieved smiling at Pablo who nodded his head glad he could do something to help.

"Yes, it's done. And she already told us what you can eat on your diet, so don't you worry Pablo" she answered as you followed after her to the dinning room sitting at the table.

"Muchas gracias. Looks delicioso" Pablo said really loving the fact that he felt so comfortable with your family just as you do with his.

"Hopefully tastes the same! Bon appetite!" she said bringing the food while you and Pablo held hands underneath the table looking at each other longingly. It made you wonder how could you ever believe such stupid nonsense your fake friends told you.

It's really horrible what happened to Bruna again..I'm speechless but praying for her and her daughter to be finally happy <3

[theamazingmaddyas]

@riordanverse-oc-week

I've decided to also go into the story of how her mothers met, because for me that is just a subsect of Olivera's origin story. This is extremely long winded, so I hope fans of my work, and of Olivera da Silva, enjoy this lore drop.

Origin Story

Ana and Athena met when Athena had gone to watch Ana defend her thesis for her astrophysics phD from Columbia University, and was enthralled by her eloquence and intellect that, when Ana had finished, she had to approach her. The two got to talking—mainly in Portuguese when Athena found out she was from Brazil (it's canon Athena speaks the Brazilian dialect of Portuguese)—and Athena ended up offering to take Ana out to eat to celebrate her finishing her thesis since Ana's family was still in Brazil, and wasn't flying over till closer to her graduation.

Ana was head over heels for Athena, while Athena's feelings were, if we were to put a human label on it, probably more akin to queer platonic (as a goddess, Athena's experience wouldn't fall under the realm of human emotions, so this is just the closest experience), but the two had a lot of deep, intellectually stimulating conversations.

Athena broached the idea of a child to Ana the evening of Ana's graduation, after Ana's family had gone back to their hotel and Athena had gone to Ana's small NYC apartment—in true godly fashion. She revealed her identity by beginning with a long lament along the lines of:

We have had many intellectually stimulating, and altogether brilliant conversations this last month, that I have decided that you are worthy enough that, should you except, I shall bestow you a gift.

Or something along those lines. Ana, obviously, is extremely confused, because who wouldn't be? And Athena fully explains the whole; I'm Athena, goddess of wisdom. Greek Gods are real. La de da da. And Ana's like, "I graduated this morning, I'm in severe debt. And I literally just was hired for a research job, I can't go on maternity leave yet." And Athena's all like, "Money is a social construct that I do not need to abide by, I'll help you pay, and I know people." And Ana's like, "Throw in a house and give me a few months to get settled in my job and pretend that I've had a pregnancy, and you've got a deal."

So Ana tells everyone she had IVF (because she's been out as a lesbian for years, no one would believe she mishappingly got pregnant) and that her pregnancy is on the cryptic side, and gets her research started and on December 30th, here comes Athena, showing up with a baby in a wicker basket like the stork and a Camp Half-Blood pamphlet, telling Ana all about monsters before skedaddling away. She named her Olivera because (I think it's pretty obvious) her name means olive tree, as a tribute to Athena.

Ana was extremely worried about the monsters when Olivera was young, especially since she was completely non-verbal till the age of five. Even if no monsters were going to attack her yet, Ana was afraid that Ollie would have severe trauma from seeing something that Athena described as being eldritch beast-like that Ana wouldn't be able to see if she were around, much less if Ana was away at work. They made a little code to demonstrate when Olivera saw something scary, so that Ana would be able to help her not feel worried anymore. Beginning at two or three, Ana began to slowly wean Ollie onto the ideas of monsters and that she could see things others couldn't, and that some people—like her teachers, aides, and therapists—might not believe her, but that her mom would always believe her. She also used Ollie's love of art, which she had developed as a special interest extremely young, to communicate with her. When she started speaking with her help of her language-speech pathologist, little by little, Ana encouraged her to try and describe the things she saw, which worked well when she was seeing things like griffins and pegasi flying through the air.

Their system worked best when Olivera's teaching aide in first grade called her in a frenzy saying that Olivera had hidden herself in a cabinet and had a meltdown, and when they finally got her out, she refused to talk, even to her speech-language pathologist, and even refused when her occupational therapist tried to get her to paint what happened. It took a while, but Ana was finally able to get the story out of Ollie through their codes—that a horde of spiders had chased her into the cabinet and bit her—and to say Ana was worried was an understatement.

She immediately called up the phone number for Camp Half-Blood Athena had given her in a panic after Ollie had fallen asleep. Chiron told her that, at her age, he wouldn't recommend camp just yet, nor would he tell her the reason for the attack was because she was a demigod, but that there was a demigod therapist—a child of Dionysus—who lived in the city who would probably be really helpful, especially since Ollie was going through constant meltdowns and panic attacks, so much so that Ana had to take a month off work because Olivera would have a meltdown every day at school without Ana around, so Ana immediately brought her over.

Her demigod therapist was able to help Ollie through understanding the spider situation in a way that didn't reveal too much to her, so that the attacks wouldn't get worse, and also showed Olivera some simple ways to fight off the monsters. The therapist also was extremely helpful because, at around the same time, Ana was getting real serious with her first girlfriend since Olivera was born.

Wendy was a fellow astrophysist who had just been transferred to Ana's team, and the two hit it off right away. A single mother to a one-year-old (whom Ana would find out years later was a demigod as well, a son of Urania) and extremely bright, Ana soon found herself falling head over heels, and, after slowly blending their families, Ana and Wendy got married when Olivera was eight and Hayden almost three.

A little before she turned ten, Olivera's therapist told Ana that they thought it would be a good time to inform Ollie about camp since Olivera was becoming more curious. Chiron and Ana joined Olivera's therapy session and explained everything to her; about Athena, about camp, about why the spiders came after her. They decided that giving Olivera a test run of camp—where her therapist would stay nearby and help her get settled, during early December, so camp wasn't too full or overstimulating, so that's what they did. Olivera immediately found herself clinging to a girl who she found out was her older sister, Annabeth, and followed her around like a duckling the first few days while her therapist tagged along, and Thalia did too, making sure everything was alright.

She was supposed to stay at camp till her birthday, but that plan turned on its head when Annabeth got kidnapped, and Ana thought it would be better for Olivera to stay with her and Wendy and Hayden instead of alone in Cabin 6. Olivera really struggled those first few days back, but with her moms help was able to bounce back. When Annabeth was saved, Ana had her come and visit Olivera to talk to her about what happened (the watered down version) and that Thalia was joining this group called the Hunters. Wendy was told that Annabeth had the same sperm donor as Olivera, and that the camp was a support group for neurodivergent kids, and it just happened they met there.

That summer, Ana sent Ollie to camp in June with the expectation that Chiron and Annabeth would help her along, but that plan was derailed with Annabeth's labyrinth's quest so Chiron ended up calling Ollie's therapist to come back to camp for a little bit to help with Olivera's constant meltdowns that had begun up again. With the impending problems with the labyrinth, and Olivera's inability to function at camp, Chiron ended up sending her home, which ended up working out because she missed the huge battle.

Ollie got sent back to camp in August, and was finally doing well enough that her therapist didn't have to stay nearby, but she did serve as a pretty good distraction for Annabeth as she dealt with Percy's feelings.

She went back home, but returned to camp in June of the next year, where she fought in Manhattan at the age of eleven with the help of Malcolm and her therapist who was called for the battle, as well as her headphones to help with the volume of the battle, and at one point, her therapist was able to pull her away so she could regroup in an alleyway.

Even with the trauma of war, she was able to get back to camp without her therapist the next year, and even without Annabeth, she was able to find comfort in camp.

She also fought in the war with the Giants, and Chiron didn't need to call her therapist during the battle, because Olivera was able to figure out her own needs. Though, they did come by after the battle because Olivera broke her leg in the sinking ground.

By Tower of Nero, we get the Olivera that we know and love—the slightly more independant, extremely artistic, shy, trying her best with her siblings, and navigating that early highschool relationships with Jerry. She's now content with being a demigod, and even though her therapist and mom are on speeddial, she managed to go on a quest without her therapist when she couldn't even go to camp without them at first, and has a ton of friends not in her cabin, and Jerry, to help her navigate life, which is something nine-year-old Ollie couldn't have imagined

[irenethewoman]

Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 7 - Ada

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In June 1919, Birmingham,

Last night, at the end of the street by the bonfire, Thomas and I confessed our secret underground love. But because Thomas and I both had beds that were too small and narrow, we haven't moved in together yet. Thanks to these "hard" conditions, I still get a few good night's sleep occasionally. Nights are disturbed by Tommy, and during the day, he's always calculating…

"Can't you give me a break? I want to live to be a hundred!" Tommy never paid attention to my irritable remarks and continued on his own path.

"What have you been doing all day?"

Polly looked up from the newspaper and glanced at Ada. I yawned behind another newspaper, trying to hide my fatigue. It's all Thomas's fault; I'm so tired…

"Get up!"

Polly suddenly ordered Ada to stand up, waking me from my drowsiness. I looked at Polly circling Ada.

"How long has it been since your last period?"

I continued to listen to their conversation in confusion, and it took me a while to react—Ada was pregnant!

Oh my God! If Tommy finds out, it's going to be a disaster! I can already foresee a "world war" about to erupt in our home. What a troublesome autumn…

I bit my lip, weighing my options, and decided to temporarily stand by Ada's side.

That night, I changed into old clothes that wouldn't make me easily recognizable and followed Polly and Ada to the underground clinic.

Ada must really love that man. Even though she stubbornly tried to hide her fear and unease with smoking and tough talk, she refused to consider an abortion, even though the man had left. She still believed he would come back…

Did she really trust him? Or was she unwilling to admit her inner fears and misjudgments?

I had told Tommy at Martha's funeral that I was worried our fate would be like Martha's. It seems I didn't think far enough. Maybe I too could become pregnant before marriage and then be abandoned by Tommy…

I looked at the people walking in the smoky streets, their heads down, and suddenly felt a bitter sensation in my eyes, but not a single tear.

In my upbringing, women were supposed to remain chaste until their wedding night, then spend their lives as wives and mothers, with activities like playing the piano or riding horses serving as mere embellishments to married life. But when I came to Birmingham, I had to rebuild all those rules in order to survive. I loved Tommy, just as Ada loved the father of her child, so I willingly went to bed with him.

But at this moment, I was truly afraid. More afraid than when I worried about Polly kicking me out when I was still underage and wanted by the law.

I didn't know how I would go on if my beloved abandoned me after I became pregnant. Since accompanying Ada to the clinic, I had once again fallen into a state of mental confusion. Although the thing I was afraid of was still a thousand miles away—after the doctor examined me at Polly's strong insistence that day, he said I was healthy but not pregnant—ever since that day, Tommy had been busy and hadn't come to see me at night…

My rationality told me that none of this mattered, that it was all just a coincidence. But I couldn't control my fear.

Tommy was still busy manipulating the gambling games, Polly was worried about Ada, and easygoing Arthur and John were either maintaining their reputation or living a life of debauchery. No one noticed that something was wrong with me.

It was the beginning of the month again, and I had to go to the Garrison pub to check the accounts and help out.

"You don't look well," the blonde Grace seemed to want to strike up a conversation with me, or maybe she was concerned about me, but I didn't have the mood to pay attention to her attentions.

I tried to focus my attention on the ledger, scribbling and drawing in the notebook, but my mind wandered, and I just stared blankly at the floating dust by the door.

When I finally snapped out of it, the barmaid was talking to Tommy by the side door. She was holding a metal bucket—her little tricks were so obvious.

I propped up my chin and watched Tommy from a distance, standing behind the bar.

He seemed to be in a good mood… But my mood got worse.

In the end, Tommy noticed that I had been hiding behind the bar all along.

"Have you finished the accounts?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, probably tired of me only talking about work…

"Not yet." I forced out a smile that was probably uglier than crying because I saw Tommy frown.

"Are you okay?" He walked toward me, but

I quickly retreated.

"It's none of your business! It's been so long since we've spent time together, and you're always busy with your business!" I said, my voice trembling with sadness and anger.

Tommy frowned, walked over to the bar, and called for a whiskey. Then, he raised his hand to signal for my drink. Grace immediately brought me a glass of whiskey, but I just knocked it over onto the counter.

[vivacissimx]

Sitting here on a Sunday morning reading through some of your Aly x Jae parental issues posting and I just got to thinking how Jaehaerys is the way he is due to his complex of "must not be (seen) as weak as his father" but Aenys' weakness was his desperation to be liked TM, which made him too soft TM. But Jae is also "desperate to be liked/for approval TM" (by the homies, by the Faith, etc), it's just the toxic masculinity version of it all.

The integrity of the family is the one thing Aenys wouldn't give up even for that, and the thing Jae serves on a platter almost right away in exchange for what Aenys could not have (starting with sending the mother who saved him and gave him a throne, then fought for having it taken away from him by her own husband, and then sending her to be a proper wife to said husband once all that is done).

Jae is the embodiment of that tweet that goes like: "if you say no to your girl cause you don't want to seem whipped to your boys then don't worry about it cause you're already whipped by the boys" RE dealing with his daddy issues vs family/women in it in particular.

He became so engrossed in this impression/complex that this is some cross of his own alone that he's bearing, that this was all revolved around HIS making, that he becomes blind to the fact that his father's House, in its own flaws, also allowed room for the development of two women that eventually defied Maegor whom anyone else was afraid of, and the wife that made half of his "glorious rule".

NOO I MISSED THIS (as you can see I'm cleaning out my inbox rn) FORGIVE ME

I completely agree naturally. With Jaehaerys unlike Aenys who was a true people-pleaser, there is this feeling that he's "sacrificing" by accommodating the max number of perspectives yet also getting it over on everyone because he uses that goodwill to manipulate out an outcome he desires. "Cross of his own alone" say That! It's kinda funny how Rhaena, Jaehaerys, and Alysanne all thought they were the sacrificial lambs of their trio... but "I totally support XYZ progressive policy but it's just not realistic right now" is absolutely a cop-out Men use & Jaehaerys was definitely of that mind.

On the matter of abolishing First Night:

What the queen proposed would be difficult, Jaehaerys said. Lords grew troublesome when kings began taking things that they regarded as their own.

On Alysanne being attacked while pregnant:

Lord Mooton hanged the guilty, and might have hanged the innocent as well, save for Queen Alysanne’s intervention. Jaehaerys was furious.

Including the last one because Jaehaerys doesn't do anything beyond be mad and in fact it's explicitly Alysanne who pushes forth on both the issues of legislating away First Night & of delivering half-mercy half-justice to those who disapprove of Targaryen incest, two policies which are technically Jaehaerys' but are LOUDLY placed on Alysanne's shoulders. Which is important!!! Because when Jaehaerys needs to be the absolute King who holds All The Power, Rhaena/Alysanne are just extensions of his will: he is. When Jaehaerys needs to navigate unpopular policy through larger social tensions while not losing the favor of his noblemen: well you know, my wife handles that. (See Daella's marriage and Viserra's betrothal when she tries to get Jaehaerys to intercede, lol)

As you pointed out, Alyssa Velaryon is the one who buys Jaehaerys his rebel army in the Baratheons, by fulfilling the expected quid pro quo when she marries Rogar and he initially seizes power through her (you cannot convince me that Rogar was not angling to take Rhaena to wife at first, and Alyssa V spared her that much in part from actual love, in part because it quickly became clear Rhaena would not be taking power herself). In general Alysanne as well as Rhaena do a lot of invisible legwork as well. Like, the comparisons here:

King Jaehaerys descended the Iron Throne and bade Lord Rogar follow him. He led his lordship from the hall to the inner ward where Vermithor was being fed. A bull had been slaughtered for his morning meal and lay upon the stones charred and smoking, for dragons always burn their meat before consuming it. Vermithor was feasting on the flesh, tearing loose great chunks of meat with each bite, but when the king approached with Lord Rogar, the dragon raised his head and gazed at them with eyes like pools of molten bronze. “He grows larger every day,” Jaehaerys said as he scratched the great wyrm under his jaw. “Keep your nieces and your nephews, my lord. Why would I need hostages? I have your word, that is all that I require.” But Grand Maester Benifer heard the words he did not speak. “Every man and maid and child in the stormlands is my hostage, whilst I ride him, His Grace said without saying,” wrote Benifer, “and Lord Rogar heard him plain.”

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[Rhaena] turned away to kiss her brother on the cheek and embrace her younger sister. The two queens held each other for a long while, it is said, but when the midwife offered Rhaena the newborn babe to hold, she refused. “Where is Rogar?” she asked. She found him below in his great hall with his young son, Boremund, in his lap, surrounded by his brothers and his knights. Rhaena Targaryen pushed through all of them to stand over him, and began to curse him to his face. “Her blood is on your hands,” she raged at him. “[...] She gave you one son, that should have been enough. Save my wife, you should have said, but what are wives to men like you?” Rhaena reached out and grabbed his beard and pulled his face to hers. “Hear this, my lord. Do not think to wed again. Take care of the whelps my mother gave you, my half-brother and half-sister. See that they want for nothing. Do that, and I will let you be. If I should hear even a whisper of your taking some other poor maid to wife, I will make another Harrenhal of Storm’s End, with you and her inside it.”

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How can my words tell of the grief that swept the Seven Kingdoms then, of the pain felt by King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, of Lady Jocelyn’s empty bed and bitter tears, and the way Princess Rhaenys wept to know that her father would never hold the child she was carrying? Far easier to speak of Prince Baelon’s wroth, and how he came down upon Tarth on Vhagar, howling for vengeance [...] When [Baelon] returned to King’s Landing with his brother’s corpse, the smallfolk lined the streets screaming his name and hailing him as a hero. But it is said that when he saw his mother again, he fell into her arms and wept. “I slew a thousand of them,” he said, “but it will not bring him back.” And the queen stroked his hair and said, “I know, I know.”

Jaehaerys uses Vermithor to communicate what he can't say without seeming... vulgar. He lets Rhaena threaten Rogar (again) while he himself remains outwardly unemotional, even-handed. Alysanne is the one to comfort Baelon such that he can accept Jaehaerys' controversial decree which makes him Prince of Dragonstone.

I am not a Jaehaerys hater per se (actually I really like all the questions he presents) but if we are doing the gender analysis of asoiaf we can't exactly leave this feast untouched on the table! Targaryens complicate gender via incest/non-gendered accessibility to dragons. The "two Targaryen genders" as such are first invented via the split between Rhaena & Jaehaerys, Rhaena being the bad Targaryen who Jaehaerys contrasts against, therefore being the "better" option between. Aenys' effeminacy is mirrored in Alyssa V who Jaehaerys takes power from as the first symbol of his Manhood. Later, Alysanne is used in a similar way. Obviously the emotional realities have nuance and whatever but SOCIALLY speaking everything you've said about the mechanisms is completely correct.

[alienorstyx]

A night in Paris

precedent chapter: 8

Chapter 9: Discussion

In a hotel bedroom in New York , Greece had to escort France here , a discussion between the two women to what to do was necessary.

"France , you are pregnant from USSR ,didn't you ?" Asked Greece after going through all the bedroom in the search of a microphone and a camera , she didn't find any. France was shocked that her twin had figured it out the father of her baby in her womb . She didn't answer right away , still too much shocked.

"France, I know that both of you had sex in the meeting room, I was there with the UN, who had almost entered in, the poor little bun. He is too much innocent." Pursue Greece while sitting on the bed, she put the seat next to her, for France to sit there, she didn't want her to stay standing.

" So  , are you now concerned with who I had sex ." Told France with a small smile while sitting on the designated spot.

"I was always interested , it's so much fun to know all the adventures you had , and like daddy told us before leaving for the shadows " you only had now each other , so stop all the quarrels and  support each other... "Imitate Greece as she was taking  the accent of the Roman Empire.

" I remembered and I wonder if one day we could tell to all of them and not only when they are near their end. "Whispered France as she was looking at her hands .

"We couldn't , not now . None of them are ready , they are for the most children , we had to let them a part of a dream before the sad truth." Spoke  Greece as she looked up to the wall , but  her black eyes , seems like lost in a thought. France nods. They stayed side by side , during an hour or two , we could only hear their hearts beating in the small hotel room.

It was France who broke the  silence.

" I think that I will keep this baby."

" Eh, are you sure. It risks provoking a huge political conflict. America will never forgive you."

" I don't care about what he thinks, I am not afraid of him. Besides, it's still my choice to keep the baby or not, it isn't him who is pregnant, for what I know." Grumble France, which made Greece laugh.

"Don't worry, even if the little America or this bear of USSR tried to put this child in their stupid cold war, I will help you fight them."

" It's not what you said two minutes ago."

"Oh, I was teasing you."

" You infuriate me sometimes, you know that."

The two women squabble until someone knocked at the door room. Greece get up from the bed to see who it was, opening the door, she was surprised by:

"UN! What are you doing here?The meeting is already finished, isn't it?"

"Er, er, after explaining the situation like you asked me, I... er... I end the meeting earlier than what was scheduled. Anyhow, nearly no one wants to participate in today subject, and everybody was chatting about other stuff, some were about you, France. Some States were worried, whereas others were glad. I think some will come to see you for checking how you are feeling."

France  stayed quiet , immersing herself in her thoughts, she had told herself before by talking with Greece that it would be better to not tell it to the others countries  , in any case she will not always be able to hide it , but it was not right now the good moments to tell everyone , she didn't want to put this little baby in danger .

"Wouldn't be the best , to warn them, at least the security council about your pregnancy ."Asked timidly UN , looking down, he was shaking like a leaf due to the inquisitive look of Greece.

"Those idiots are capable of involving a child in their stupid cold war. However, in the same time if they are not aware and decides to make a third world war, it would make equally risk for this future child, and who knows that knowing a new country will be born, it would maybe allow them to stop trying to kill each other, it's a rare event after all. And if that let France to rest for a bit and avoid external conflict. Maybe we can risk that."

Greece turns to France, wanting to know what she was thinking because after all they were talking about her child and how to explain it to the other members of the security council, if she wanted to tell them.

"I think that I'm going to tell them, but I would specify that I don't want for this child to be in part of this stupid cold war. After all, the birth of a new country is rare." Whispered France, as she was putting her hands on her belly, caressing it tenderly, she could feel the soul of this new country, who had to bear in a world still in war.

"Now , go to warn all the members of the council , considering that you have their phone numbers , UN." Said Greece as she was pushing UN , softly towards the door .

"Yes , madam."

[manateeteaparty]

Growing Up

Maggie will be 13 next week and I've been so emotional thinking about it. Looking at old photos and videos, taking out the box of her baby clothes I saved and all the outfits are so hilariously itty-bitty. Like something that would be made for a doll- and now she's taller than I am. My entire life I was told that I would not be able to get pregnant or conceive a child due to my PCOS and endometriosis. Every single doctor throughout my teenage years and early adulthood told me this, and I never questioned it. I accepted it as fact. So when I found out that I was actually pregnant, I was terrified. It was something I had been told was medically impossible. I was worried that I wasn't capable of being a mother at that moment- I lived in a tiny apartment in Lewiston, I was in a relationship but not married, my finances weren't great, and my biggest concern was that the medication I was on for my epilepsy would harm the baby in some way- which the doctor confirmed, yes it would. There was a high risk of heart defects, of spine defects. I made the decision to move back home and live with my dad for the reminder of the pregnancy so I could be closer to my doctors since it was considered a high-risk pregnancy, and I quit the medication cold turkey. My boyfriend remained in Lewiston, and we spoke every day- he would tell me how excited he was to meet the baby, and how he couldn't wait for us to move in together after I gave birth (he owned land and a small home in a separate town). I would see him once a month, and he always seemed happy. The way his face lit up the first time he felt the baby kick against his hand while touching my stomach- he kneeled down onto the floor and stared in amazement as the outline of a little foot pressed out towards him- he smiled so big, and kissed my belly, and hugged it. He seemed so genuinely happy. Maybe he was, in those moments.

The night I gave birth, while I was at the hospital in labor, I called him to tell him it was happening. He said he was on him way immediately. After several hours, several phone calls back and forth later, many excuses on why he hadn't left yet ("Well it's raining outside") he broke up with me over the phone and admitted that he wasn't coming, that he never intended to. That he never wanted to be a father in the first place. That he was hoping I would get an abortion but was too scared to say anything to me, and it went too far, and now he was stuck. That he wanted to be free to "Have sex with as many women as possible and explore the world and didn't want to be tied down" and that "He was afraid that giving birth would make my vagina really loose and sex with me wouldn't feel good anymore" (what... and I cannot stress this enough... the fuck. This is the most middle school, fuckboy energy statement I have ever heard in my life... jokes on you buddy). So obviously I gave birth to Maggie by myself. It was extremely traumatic, and painful. The most pain I've ever felt in my life. I did it naturally with no medicine, no painkillers, no anything. I felt it all and blacked out several times. At one point there was a total of 9 nurses and doctors in the room, and they kept wheeling in metal trays, and speaking in hushed tones. It pissed me off, and in the back of my mind I felt like there was something they weren't telling me. I was worried something was wrong with my baby. After it was all said and done, several hours after she had been born, the head nurse told me they were absolutely sure that I was going to die before I was able to push her out, and they would have to cut her out of me, so they were preparing for that. She said everyone was shocked and surprised in the best way when I was finally able to push her out. I wasn't really sure how to react to that information. Thank you? I guess?

Having to face the reality that I was a single parent of a child I was told I would never medically be able to have was absolutely terrifying. Not only was I responsible for her life, happiness and wellbeing, but I was the sole person on this entire planet with that responsibility. I was all she had. She was depending on me. If I suddenly decided I didn't want to be a parent- that I had made a mistake, made the wrong decision, that I was too much of a coward to do it alone- I would be denying her everything. I would be abandoning her and running away from my responsibility- one that I chose willingly. I could potentially ruin her life- the life I chose to give her- and I would never be able to live with myself. I didn't have a good childhood, or years after that. They were pretty fucked up. Some years were more than fucked up. Years that no kid should have to experience. I realized I never, ever wanted Maggie to experience what I had been through- I never wanted her to know the pain or sorrow of parental abuse, neglect, of being unwanted. Of being afraid for your life in your own home. I did everything in my power to make sure she had a good childhood, that she knew she was loved and celebrated, that she never felt alone, even if she's an only child. That she never felt as though she isn't good enough. I was so worried when she started Middle School because she's very much like me- she's independent, she's quirky, she marches to the beat of her own drum. Some people don't like that. I know how cruel certain kids can be if you don't go along with the crowd- if you don't do as they say- the bullying can be relentless. I never want her to feel like a "freak" or an outsider just because she doesn't let the opinions of others sway her... but she has made me so proud, she genuinely doesn't care what others say to her or about her. She let's it all roll off her back. She knows that as long as she's happy, as long as she's content, she's doing the right thing. She doesn't live to impress the people around her, she lives to impress herself. Her teachers have great things to say about her, her thirst for knowledge, and how she sticks up for her peers. I'm so, so proud of how she's grown and who she's becoming. It's been amazing watching her grow into a tiny adult- in my mind she's still just a little girl, and it blows my mind that she'll be 13. It's really sad in a happy, bittersweet way... my little chipmunk.

[ether-c]

I know somebody in my town. #12.18

She's a mother of six kids, and now all of them are adults.

Do you know what horrible things she has been through, and what her children have been through, because she did not have access to resources?

Her family looks very different from most. She gave birth to three boys, and then two girls, and her final child was a c-section. Her oldest son was her favorite, and now is a criminal. He hurt his siblings, more than once. Her second oldest son doesn't speak to her, and she will not call him by his name. Her youngest son also doesn't speak to her, but it's for a different reason. I don't blame either of them.

Her oldest daughter had to go to court. She had to fight to keep the custody of her child from an abusive ex. She gave up a scholarship to have enough time for court appointments. This woman's second daughter, shortly after, decided to have an abortion. Because of this, the mother does not speak to her second daughter. When she is asked about any of this, she replies, "so what, you think I'm a bad mother?"

Her youngest child moved out the day they turned 18. They're giving themselves room to figure things out. I really hope her youngest 5 kids are able to figure things out. I really wouldn't mind it if the oldest died, but truthfully I'm afraid even to say that out loud.

The mother, I heard that she grew up in a cult. She left pregnant, met someone else and then met someone else and married him. Everyone knew things were going poorly, I think it would have been impossible to hide all of those bruises. When he died, no one was quite sure if it was an accident. In one house, 5 kids grew up with at least 3 - or more on holidays - violent, older people in the house. The mother became mean enough to also become the villain in her children's story.

Sometimes I think about this family. Her oldest son isn't in prison anymore. He has three young daughters. I get worried about how much time he spends alone with them.

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[teardropstale]

Deeper wound

My heart is heavy right now, I slept in tears last night, his words cutting and crushing my weakened heart, I have been under stress and pain for the past few weeks, and I haven't recovered it yet when he said I was forcing him in our relationship that I was taken him from the girl name Ana Marie, I was trying to be feeling alright, second was he was lying to me that his Ex called and text him asking for money, I was asking him from time to time but he didn't tell me about it. the third one that happened last night. When he asked me if I could get pregnant, I told the truth so he would not be worried if I got pregnant or not. but the thing that hurt me the most was when he said he was afraid that we might go to jail if his ex found out, he is very indecisive and undecided when it comes to me. the worst is he said we would never do the things that the couples do. because for him it's a sin. it's really hard to absorb it and it's not yet sinking in my mind. after all I have done he regarded me, our relationship, and what were doing as a sin, I can't believe he is capable of hurting me this way 3 times in a row. plus the fact he brought his mom into our house without prior notice, I know his mom criticized where we were living, and she's asking me if our neighbor respected us and what it means, his mom thinks that our place is rowdy. it hurts a lot this the cut goes deeper, I don't know how to face him without crying, writing this at this moment makes my eyes get teary, I feel that I getting slapped really really hard after all those who sacrificed this relationship was me, I fought really hard for this relationship to make this work, I bend all my principles for him, I made all sacrifices that even me could not believe if I am capable of. I thought were are the same page in fighting our relationship until the end but I was so wrong, In the end, I was the only one fighting alone, I didn't want to lose him because I love him so much, but I didn't want to lose myself in the process. The things that are clearer to me now are he is not a man who is capable of fighting for a woman he loves and he is undecided about what he wants and life. He is not worth fighting for... but I ask for God's guidance and extension until June next year after his birthday I have to decide either to stay or to leave. before I am thinking if I would be dead but last night I finally knew the answer and the answer was I would be dead because he was not willing to save me. they said old habits are hard to die... But I have to do this to save my pride, from now on I have to lie low and restrain my affection and emotions. I did not expect any single thing from him, I wouldn't demand anything, and I wouldn't ask if his ex was calling or texting him. I wouldn't get intimate with him from now on not even sleeping in his home. until I get adjusted again. I will put things in the right places gradually. I pray I pray to God he will give me, It's God and my parents are my only source of strength who love me unconditionally....

[zeciex]

I'm a bit petty with this but I'm glad she didn't marry Cregan or another man who's all nice, chivalrous and supports her mother's claim. That would've been soooo boring, free of drama and real angst and I love toxic shit lmao. This is a personal preference so absolutely no offense to those who enjoy those type of stories, but I generally feel like most of the times where the OFC is married, betrothed or has a side romance with Cregan or another man like him, at least half of the readers turn immediately into Aemond antis. And I don't blame them, with Aemond being Aemond and doing stupid Aemond things and fighting for his side in the war it's hard for a lot of readers, especially when most are team black, not to be like "yeah he doesn't deserve her if he does all this and won't swear allegiance to his half-sister to prove his love for OFC"…which I do get it but like we said previously, he can't betray his family for love just like the OFC can't do it either. Also, after reading dozens of chapters where a clear connection has been established between Aemond and the main female character, one that is clearly based on true love, I really can't bring myself to root for another endgame ship; anything else that is not with Aemond always seems rather forced since it will all be based on duty and all that. Plus I really like the trope in which two persons from two opposing sides do manage to end up together despite all the forces that try to keep them separated. Not to mention that with Cregan specifically, I just don't think he wouldn't keep his father's oath if he didn't get to marry a daughter of Rhaenyra…seems a bit dishonorable for a Stark if you get what I mean and using him as a plot device in a Aemond/OC story when the sole purpose is to make Aemond jealous and feel some pain that someone else is or may be sleeping with the woman he loves is a bit cheap.

Agreed about the girlboss thing. Sometimes I do like the trope and I imagine it's hard not to write a girlboss when your OFC rides a dragon but with Aemond/OFC stories specifically it's a bit overdone at this point. Besides having almost no bad character traits and never suffering any major consequences for their bad decisions, a lot of the times these types of characters also read a bit too modern for a Westerosi woman (even for a Targ princess) while Aemond and most other men still retain a majority of the characteristics medieval men have.

I wonder what decision Daenera will make that is dark and with the intent of securing/freeing herself…it most likely involves killing someone who may be innocent. I suspect she won't manage to free herself though since judging by most of your past comments it seems like she'll be with Aemond during the war? Or maybe she'll reunite briefly with her parents when King's Landing falls but then she'll go back to Aemond when he's occupying Harrenhal to kill him and Alys when hearing about the rumors? Although I've always imagined the next time she'll be seeing any of her parents would be, in the case of her father, before Aemond and Daemon's final battle. It will be a long time but I also can't wait when both of them eventually decide to choose each other. Being loyal to one's side until the bitter end, I'm afraid it would be a death sentence and neither of them will do anything that would get the other one killed so their side can win the war. While some things and crimes will never be forgiven like Luke's and their child's death, the only way both can survive is to choose themselves and be united against those whose actions led to the whole mess they'll be facing in the first place. I also imagine that if she gets pregnant again, they'll take into account their future child's life when making the decision to choose each other and be even more motivated to do so. I also hope Daemon lives to witness her getting pregnant AGAIN with Aemond's child so he can telll her "don't worry I'll get rid of this one too"

Ohh I'm excited about the latest preview!! Alicent will try to force Aemond to marry whoever she wants until the end isn't she? Too bad Aemond won't listen to her this time! Even though I'll be hurt seeing Daenera forced into the (official) marriage with him, I'm also glad he took the opportunity to marry her. I feel like it was always going to be the only chance he was going to have so yeah…

I hear about the stories other people write a lot, but I don't read them since I have paranoia that I will accidentally plagarise it lol But I always go with 'to each their own'. I also prefer my stories where two people who should be enemies and should hate each other, fall in love. I love stories when there's a brutality to their love, when it has teeth and claws--but that there's also this deep seeded love that can't be dismissed. I love stories where no matter how flawed and awful a character is, that there's something to love about them anyway. And that is why I'm writing this. I also chose Baratheon because it would be DRAMA! If she had married Cregan it would all have been tame and just... I wouldn't work. It might have worked with a Lannister, but since they're pro Green, they likely wouldn't support Rhaenyra anyway. Boris Baratheon provided me with the drama and angst I wanted, and it was a plotline that could easily fit into the story -- and his death will also have consequences.

Daenera will have her own girlboss moments, as she's always had. But actions have consequences (for the most part, I do need some level of freedom) and I want to keep to that. Aemond burned Dae= she poisons his sword He exposes her scandalous letter = she sets him up with a whore Aemond helps Boris beat Aran=Boris wants Dae as wife/he basically introduced them lol Daenera fucked aemond = She needed to be married off Daenera stars an affair with aemond = she gets beaten up and is threatened to become a brood mare = she kills him Boris dies = loss of an alliance And so forth. Some consequences are bigger than others, and some are a domino effect. I also fear that if I keep her the same throughout the story, it will go stagnant, so having her lose power and fight to regain it will battle that stagnancy.

I wont reveal anything more, but the act is dark, and it is a way of securing/freeing herself, though she will remain with Aemond and in King's Landing. I am not entierly sure where she'll be, but I am leaning towards her going to Harrenhal before King's Landing falls. And she'll only meet Daemon again to confront him. With Rhaenyra it will be far longer, and Im not to sure when they will meet again.

"I also hope Daemon lives to witness her getting pregnant AGAIN with Aemond's child so he can telll her "don't worry I'll get rid of this one too" Are you kitting me?! This is great! lol I hope by the point that they choose each other, that by doing so they will each work to win the crown, and weave their way into it. It will take great machinations, but I'd like to see them (and especially Daenera) in a crown. But I am not entirely set on the ending just yet, though I really do hope it will end with them on the throne.

Oh, Alicent does NOT want Aemond to marry Daenera. She thinks that it will only bring him ruin and destruction, and with her knowing about the affair, she'd try and force his hand.... though, we know Aemond, he will drag his feet and push it as far off as it can get, and then everything happens and he's like 'this is my opportunity! Aegon gets a crown, I get Daenera its a winwin' and Alicent will have brain bleed trying to wring that idea out of his head. But a marriage with Daenera is sound. Politically it makes sense.

[fqiryspit]

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

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cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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Chapter 5: 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘢

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Today was perfect.

almost too perfect.

You and Eren spent the day together, laughing and chatting

he turned off his phone so his attention would be on you. and you only.

Have you been stripped from affection for so long that getting it all back at once is too much?

or...is something going on

-Fuck, I'm finally getting what I want and now I'm suspicious again? I need to just enjoy Erens company, not ruin it on why he is here.-

You decide to go with that, and you hung out with Eren all day...

until night falls around.

3:00 AM  DEC.3

you open your heavy eyes, seeing the bright red alarm saying three in the morning. rolling over to escape the brightness the alarm clock provided, you saw Eren slipping past the door.

-Is he seeing Alma?-

you thought. usually, you'd think nothing of it...only this time, a nagging feeling with a sense of dread followed along with that

-Stop being paranoid, Eren always does this.-

you leave it at that, you were too tired to fight yourself on a seamlessly harmless thing.

3:00 AM DEC.4

a click of a door opening, your eyes reluctantly open to see Eren leaving the room again.

a sick feeling filled your stomach, to a point you couldn't sleep

-He is probably fucking her-

-Why am I not good enough?-

-I'm so fucking stupid-

-What does Historia have that I don't?-

These thoughts wouldn't leave your head, you felt like you were about to vomit all the dread that wouldn't leave your stomach.

He wouldn't go to Historias at this time just to see Alma because she wakes up roughly at seven.

It's unlikely there would be a crying emergency two nights in a row...

so what was your boyfriend doing there at three in the morning every night?

you roll over to escape your thoughts, to see that taunting light screaming four in the morning

you were worrying about your boyfriend fucking another woman for a whole hour.

yeah, you weren't going to sleep tonight.

you got up, made yourself some coffee. and sat at the island counter, sipping the substance

the hot liquid traveled down your throat, replacing the warmth your lonely body ached for.

staring at how your coffee swirled in a mesmerizing pattern, you got lost in your thoughts once more.

-if this happens one more fucking time. I'm going to follow him to see what's so fucking important at Historias house at three in the morning.-

your head snapped up at the sound of the door turning.

you look at the microwave time, 4:30

the door opened and low and behold Eren Jaeger was back

"Oh...Hey baby" a very tired Eren said

"Hey." you said as your lips made contact with the cold porcelain of your coffee cup

he walked over to the coffee maker, pouring some for himself.

you both sat in awkward silence, that nagging feeling of wanting to ask what was so urgent he had to run over there at three in the morning, but you kept silent

"So-"

"I have to get to work." You interrupted him. you honestly didn't mean to, the word practically fell out of your mouth, afraid you'd hear him say "it's over" or "we're done" and confess what those late-night outings really are

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staring at the twisting pattern the blender made as the chipped up ice mixed with the matcha drink, you thought about what will happen tonight, will you walk in on them fucking on the couch? the bed? fuck it, the hallway? Eren loves walls, you know because he fucked you on them more than you can count.

"I think it's blended."

will her moans sound sweeter than mine? will her walls clamp around his dick better than mine?

"Brat."

is her pussy that good you'll cheat on your fucking girlfriend for it?

"I said it's blended" a hand lifted yours, stoping the blender before the drink became overly mixed.

"sorry" you mumbled, pouring the liquid into a plastic cup

"Hey, what's with you today?"

"nothing just stood up late studying"

"I know when your lying. I'm all ears"

"I think...I think Erens cheating on me..." you muttered

"what the fuck"

"I'm not sure tho-" "where the fuck is he" "Levi, it's fine. he is just acting weird"

Eren, you don't know how fucking lucky you are. if I told Levi about your outings, your face would be too swollen to talk

"I swear if he is. I'll personally kick the shit out of him" he says making you giggle

Levis has been known to be protective of you. not in a weird way, he'd always walk you to your car, tell customers to fuck off when they'd flirt, or be downright disgusting with you

Eren on the other hand was possessive. when anyone dared to look at you, he'd glare at them, having his grip on your waist go a little tighter. one time, you both were at a party and you were chatting with this one guy...he made you laugh, and after that Eren took you home immediately and fucked you for hours to "remind you whose pussy this is" you honestly found it hot, but now... it's just ironic.

3:00 AM DEC.5

you were practically sleep trained to wake up at three am now, you roll over to see Erens toned back.

-Wait...he stayed?-

-I'm so fucking paranoid...I made this one thing up.-

then it hit you

Did he stay because he saw I was catching on?

the anxiousness that has been building up in you finally popped

you snuck out of bed, tiptoeing over to your unconscious lover...you snatched his phone away and ran over to the bathroom where you slid down the wall, phone in hand, and typed in his password

incorrect

incorrect

incorrect

this is your last chance before it's disabled for one minute

incorrect, disabled for one minute.

he changed it. now you really feel like you're going to throw up.

that one minute felt like five, when it finally was able to work again, you got up and decided to use face ID.

hands shaking over your oblivious boyfriend's face, the locked key clicked.

sitting on the bathroom floor again, you hesitantly opened messages

you clicked on "Hiso" to see the last message sent was on December 2d when Historia was blowing Erens phone up

Thu, Dec 2, 1:43 PM

Hiso: 'ren...I'm sorry please answer me

Hiso: I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry.

Hiso:  I'll never be so fucking careless again...just please answer me

Eren: Good.

Then that's it.

That's where the messages end...almost like someone deleted them.

What the fuck happened on the night of December 1st

Chapter 6

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