#WE'LL MEET SOON MY SON!~ <3

[kaeyas-beloved]

Parental

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao (separate)

Genre: Fluff + Scenarios

Summary: Snippets of the Genshin men with their pride and joys <3

CW: afab!reader + pregnancy + birth mention but no pronouns or descriptions for these present, spoilers for Childe’s real name, Xiao has a daughter, Childe has twins (boy and girl), Kaeya and Kazuha have a son, unspecified for Diluc, unspecified nightmare in Childe’s, petnames towards reader (darling -> Kaeya, my dove -> Kazuha), some self-doubt in Kaeya's and Xiao's, I don’t think Diluc’s is that good and Childe’s may appear rushed in one part but meh

a/n: I have the cutest ideas that make me the softest. I just hope I was able to get across that cuteness here <3

Childe

“Papa…” At the poking and shaking against his back, Childe sleepily blinks his eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting the walls a faint blue-white colour. Tilting his chin down the male catches a look at the top of your head, face nuzzled into his chest with his arms wrapped around you securely.

Again, small hands try to gain his attention, "P-papa...please."

There's a sudden surge of urgency that tightens his chest, the watery call of his name throwing him into protective mode. Slowly, as to not disturb you, Childe pulls his arms from you before turning over. The moment ocean-blue eyes meet teary ones of the same colour he's up and out of bed, kneeling in front of his children.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he rushes, worry clear in everything he is and does - from his eyes to his voice and even to the way his hands fuss over the twins, one palm cupping each of their heads as he tries to soothe them. Though, when all that answers him is continued sniffles, Ajax's concern only grows. Left with the last course he can take, the male pulls the two into a hug, pouring every ounce of love and warmth he can into it. Quiet whispers of 'you're okay' and 'I'm here' fill the air, uncaring of the tears that stain his shirt.

Never before has he felt so useless as his children continue to shake and sob in his hold. What else is there for him to do? What would take away their tears? Archons he’d do anything to make sure they don’t cry like they are now, like their world is ending.

Instinctively Ajax’s embrace tightens, and somewhere along the line he began gently swaying the two, pressing comforting kisses to their foreheads.

Finally, after what felt like a heartbreaking eternity, their cries begin to fade. He waits a moment before trying again, "can you tell me what's wrong now? Why are you two crying?" Though he fears their answer the male bats them down, hoping to be the one they can fall back on.

His daughter hiccups, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, "W-We had a nightmare. Y-you-!" His eyes widen, hearing enough to grasp the situation. His shoulders slump just a little, glad that it’s not the worst of the worst that could’ve happened.

"Hey now, shhh, it’s alright. Nothing will happen to me or you or to anyone else, okay?" Ajax is quick to cut her off, seeing her start to choke on her sobs again. Never does he want them to think he or you would leave in any form, something he truly believes won’t happen any time soon.

His little girl nods, face planting back into his shoulder with another fresh wave of tears. He makes sure to pull his son back in as well, rubbing his hands up and down their backs. He smiles, even if they can’t see it, "Papa's got you, okay? I promise, and you know me, I never break my promises."

The three spend a little while more in their comforting hug before Ajax pulls back, effortlessly picking them both up and setting them down on the bed. "You two can sleep with us tonight. We'll keep the scary dreams away. And, as a treat, I'll make your favourites for breakfast tomorrow. Sound good?"

Though he has to shush his children's cheers in fear of waking you, he wouldn't have it any other way. It's a sign that they're feeling better after all. And as he pulls the blanket over the three of them, grateful that his kids are feeling better while wrapping his arms back around you all, Ajax thanks the gods and you for the tiny family he's been blessed with to love, protect and be loved by, intending to forever keep you all safe.

Diluc

The silence within the winery was not something new to its inhabitants and workers. Well, before the newest addition to the Ragnvindr family it was the norm at least. Now, such peace is a welcome blessing. So, when you returned one evening to a dead quiet home, your curiosity quickly peaked. Even when the baby wasn't making noise there was always at least some finite noise - the crackle of a fire, the almost silent footfalls of the winery's workers, the scribble of a pen. None of that could be heard though, and it was no later than six in the evening.

Toeing off your shoes, you take care to remain quiet. Your first thought is to check the living room. Ever since the birth of your child, Diluc could be found with the little one all over the house. It would be surprising to not see the two together in all honesty. One of the areas that's frequented more than the others is the main lounge space, the wide open section the perfect place for playtime.

Or, perhaps, it’s also the perfect place for nap time.

There, leaning back against the couch was the man himself, mop of red hair released from its usual confines and splaying everywhere. The male's ability to fall asleep even upright never fails to surprise you (you find this usually happens when he wants to rest his eyes for 'just a moment'). Before him lay a stack of papers, the smallest you've ever seen, pen laying unattended not too far. Though, above all other observations, the main eye catcher is the way your two most precious people are sleeping.

Your child, strapped safely in their carrying pouch (originally a gag gift from Kaeya, though proven very useful for when Diluc wants to work and spend time with his little one) has their head resting on their father's chest, cheek smooshed and mouth slightly parted. Diluc remains protective even while asleep, a hand placed securely against your child's back, keeping them close. What was important though was how at peace they were and who were you to ruin this calmness?

So, you take a seat on the matching chair, quietly waving Adelinde over and asking for something to drink before picking up a book. Really though, with how cute they are, you're sure you'll be focusing on the two redheads more than the novel.

Kaeya

When you presented the idea of going into town, Kaeya couldn't help but grow nervous. Shouldn't you rest more? You'd been extremely tired lately and on top of that the baby had been even more of a handful the last few days.

“Darling, I can go get groceries for us,” your husband offers, adjusting his son in his arms. There’s a smile on your face as you glance up from putting on your shoes. Joy blossoms in your heart at the sight of the man you love holding the product of your shared love. What makes the image all the more heartwarming is how alike your son is to his father.

Cooing his name, you straighten up, waking until you’re right in front of the pair, “I’ll be okay, I promise. Some fresh air would do me some good. Besides, it’s not like I’m going very far. I’ll be back in a couple hours, max.” For once at a loss on what to say, Kaeya reluctantly lets you go, now left alone with just his son for company.

He hates to admit it, even to you, but truth be told the male hasn’t the faintest clue what to do. Taking care of Klee or Bennett is one thing, but his own? The mere fact changes everything.

After lingering awhile longer at the door, Kaeya breathes in, turning to walk into the living room. "It seems it's just you and me now little guy." He smiles, gently bouncing the tiny human in his arms. Kaeya's shoulders relax just a little when he gets a happy giggle in response.

He's got this.

. . .

He does not got this.

After taking a seat on the ground Kaeya had spotted a picture book discarded across the room. Figuring that you must have been entertaining the little one with it the male grabs it, deciding that it would be a good start. All his confidence went down the drain though when he couldn't pull a single reaction from his carbon-copy son. Page after page, the boy would just stare at the pictures, not a thought behind his tiny eyes. Kaeya swears to the Archons above that at one point his kid even looked up at him once, a face that could only be read as 'what are you doing?' painted on it.

Sighing, Kaeya stares down at the picture in the book. For a while he just maintains eye contact with the woodland rabbit, cartoonish and with a carrot sticking out of its mouth. He thinks it's rather cute, something babies would definitely like. So why isn't his reacting?

"Almost done," he mumbles, slipping his eyes shut and flipping the page, turning the book back around for his son to see. The male already knows the one line printing in the book, ready to recite it and receive nothing in response.

He's interrupted before he even starts.

Kaeya's eyes fly open, locking on the little human sitting in front of him. There, clear as day, is his son, hand stuck in his mouth but with an undeniable smile plastered on his face. He does a double take, gaze flicking between his son and the picture in the book. "Do you like the snowflake, little one?" Again, louder this time, is a confirming coo, hand slipping from his toothless mouth to clap. Like he understood what his father was asking.

It's a shame you weren't there to see the brightest, most genuine smile Kaeya's ever had. Now, whenever he says 'snowflake' the little baby instantly smiles.

Kazuha

"Please... please..." you're close to tears at this point, a broken record of pleas falling from your lips. Nothing seems to work, feeding, changing, walking around, nothing will settle the poor little fussy baby of yours. You’re so close to giving up, about to settle into the chair within the nursery and just hope the little one tires himself out when approaching footsteps catch your attention.

Stepping through the doorway, that familiar head of white with a sole streak of red appears, an all too knowing smile on his face. "Good evening, my dove. Having some trouble?" Silently you nod, passing the little one over to him when asked nonverbally. "That's no good. I can't have my two favourite people crying, now can I?"

Calm as ever, Kazuha walks towards the crib, eyes never leaving the glossy red ones of his baby. Even as he sets his son down, his cries growing louder at the loss of his parent's warmth, Kazuha never loses that pleasant smile of his. The faint clank of the wooden mobile catches his attention, an idea coming to mind.

"Hush little one, look," he mutters. All at once you can feel the spring breeze coming through the window pick up, the vision clipped to Kazuha's shoulder blade lighting up. With the wind came the brightly coloured leaves Inazuma offers, the colours dancing around in a way much like when the male jumped high into the air, nature his aid.

Eyes closed in concentration, the gust swirls around the room before settling to the area around the crib and mobile. A shift occurs, and it's like the tiny wind becomes a being of its own, playful as it nudges against the hanging wood carvings. It appeared surprised at first, the sensations foreign. It tried again, and again another clank sounded, this time exciting the tiny wind. By now the baby's cries have stopped, tiny red eyes staring up, mouth agape. Leaves fall from the cluster as the elemental energy floats down, now face to face with the little one. It gently brushed against the child's face, something like rubbing noses together. But that's all it took; it was all giggles and clapping from there, and you, you finally got to relax, sinking into the chair more.

A tired smile spreads on your face, the sight of your bundle of joy happy heartwarming. That, and the smile on your husband's face doesn't go unnoticed by you either. Even with his eyes remaining shut, the sounds of delight alone are music to his ears, spurring him to continue his magic trick.

Xiao

Long after you retire for the night, finally gaining the much needed rest you deserve, the yaksha continues to stand guard. Gold eyes shift from the open balcony to where the little one rests, any noise or shift in the air unable to go unnoticed under his watch. He keeps his distance from the crib, fearing his karmic debt will harm the tiny baby you two created. Yet the moment Xiao's keen ears pick up the slightest whine, the beginning of his child's cries piercing the silence of night, it's like some other force far more powerfully takes control.

In a blur of green Xiao's beside his daughter, hands already reaching in to pick her up like he's seen you do many times before. There’s a rush of emotion coursing through his veins - his first desire is to let you sleep more, you’ve done a lot and he just wants to share the workload between the two of you. Secondly, there’s this ache that rings in his chest, it only hurts more and more the longer his child wails. Her cries are different from the piercing screams of babies in town. Instead of wincing and growing irritated, Xiao worriedly stares down at the bundle in his arms, wondering how to soothe her.

“It’s alright, I got you,” he whispers. There’s a tiny part of him that feels stupid for saying that, the phrase foreign on his tongue and unfitting of his usual character. You’ve said it before though and it worked, so the greater whole of him pushes past the self-served embarrassment.

However, as his daughter refuses to settle Xiao feels the hope he had that he had this dwindle. He begins to run through all the tricks he's seen you do and in his flurry of thoughts, his eyes dart to you. By some miracle you still managed to remain asleep, blankets draped up to your gently rising and falling shoulders.

You would've calmed her by now... he thinks, deflating further. Just as he's about to give up and wake you, accept that he's just not fit for the job as a dad, an idea finds its way into his thoughts.

Mixed in with the silence of the night and the tiny cries of his child, faintly the melody of Xiao humming can be heard. It takes a couple beats but the tune catches the tiny baby's attention, her sobs dying down into happy giggles and gurgles. Relief fills him as he unconsciously smiles softly, rocking his arms as he begins to walk around the room. His feet, with a mind of their own, take the two to the balcony, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair.

No longer in a state of despair, bright yellow eyes much like her father's gaze up at the star-littered sky, wonder in her expression. Maybe he does have the capability to be a dad.

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[afro-hispwriter]

My Little Ocean(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Velaryon!reader

Summary- you and Aemond just wanted to meet your daughter

Warnings- angsttt, death of a child(stillborn), attempted murder, witchery

*Sequel to 'Lovers' but can be read as a standalone*

W.C- 5.1k 

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-

The Blacks won of course, with Vhagar, Caraxes, and Meleys on their side, the Greens didn't stand a chance. Rhaenerya took the throne and was crowned queen. Jace ended up marrying Heleana while Lucerys  married Beala, Rheana is living with her grandparents, and Joffery still resides alongside Rhaenerya. DragonStone was given to you as a gift by your parents, and you and Aemond married. Rhaenerya also gifted you servants, cooks, guards and a dragon keeper. 

It had now been four years since the end of the war. You and Aemond have had two sons in that little time. Rhaegar and Viserys, and now you were with a third.

"This one is going to be a girl, im sure of it!" Exclaimed Aemond and as he ran his hand along your belly for the hundredth time as you walked though the courtyard if KingsLanding

"I know Aemond you've told me a thousand times." You giggle and slapped his hand away. You felt a brush of air past by you and your two little boys ran past you. 

"Careful with your mother!" Scolded Aemond and they stopped in there tracks. 

"Sorry father." Says Rhaegar and looks down. 

"Its okay, go find your cousins." You say and nudge Aemond and he just rolls his eye. They run off and you continue walking.

"Y/n!" You turn around to see your mother running down steps towards you. You left Aemonds aside to run and hug your mother. "How are you child?" 

"Im good, we all are." You reached your hand out behind you for Aemond. He grabbed your hand and you pulled him in tightly.

"Sister." He says and nods.

"Brother." She says, they still weren't exactly civil with each other but for your sake they were. "Where's Rhaegar and Viserys?" 

"Went to find their cousins." Says Aemond and wraps an arm around your waist. Daemon approached behind his wife and smiled at you.

"Hows the little one?" He asks and flicks his finger towards your belly. 

"She's okay, kicking strong." 

"She?" They both say.

"Aemond is sure that our babe is a girl." You place your hand on his chest. 

"Sure? I know she will be." He kisses your head and you close your eyes. Rhaenerya and Daemon look at each other with a knowing look.

"Come, we'll show you where you will be staying, let you settle in before dinner." Daemon says and opens his hand to the castle. You started walking and Aemond immediately set a hand on your back and grabbed your hand. 

"Aemond I can walk by myself."

"You're almost due to have our little girl, I need to be by you just in case." 

"3 months is too early." You say and push him off playfully. Him being so overprotective was cute and you were great full but sometimes it just gets unbearable. Once you settled into your room Aemond was dragged away from Daemon because he changed a lot of defenses and needed to show them to him im case of an emergency. Your mother had to leave and finish her queenly duties but informed you your half siblings who resided on Driftmark would be arriving soon. 

You sat on the balcony looking over the kingdom, it looked so much more alive. A servant walked in with a tray full of little snacks, a pitcher of wine, water, and tea.

"Princess, the Queen has sent me down here to check on you." She says and you turn around to face her. She looked familiar, she was an older women, maybe around your mother age maybe even older and had brown, almost black hair and green eyes. "Would you like anything?"

"Some tea would be fine." You say and feel a kick making you instinctively place a hand on your belly. 

"What do you hope for the babe to be?" Asks the servant as she grabs a goblet.

"My husband wishes for a girl this time, says he'll be the happiest man in this world, happier than he already is." 

"Hmm, thats so sweet of him." She says lowly and you miss the hint of frustration in her voice. She hands you the tea and you thank her with a smile. "Will that be all?" 

"Yes thank you." She starts to pick up the tray but you stop her. "No leave the tray just encase I want more." She nods and sets the tray back down and leaves. When the sun started setting isn't until Aemond returned. 

"How was your day?" He asks and sets his sword down. 

"Peaceful." You say and stand up from your chair. He placed his hand on your belly gently and waited to feel a kick but there was nothing making him frown. "She must be asleep." 

"Hmm, maybe." He says and kisses your head. You winced slightly and let out a deep breath making Aemond look at you in concern. "Whats wrong!?"

"Nothing, I've just been feeling sore all over for the last few hours and theres a pain in my lower belly but im sure everything's fine." You try and reassure him but you could see his worry.

"A massage maybe?" He suggests and tries to move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders. 

"As much as I love your massages, dinner must almost be ready." You say and turn around and run a hand down his arm. He smiles at you and leans down to kiss you softly before placing his forehead on yours.

"I love you." He says and pulls back and holds his arm put for you to take. You slid you arm in his and he slowly led you away.

-

Everyone was at dinner, best one yet. It had been so long since you've all been together, civil at least. Everyone laughed, talked, mostly catching up. Aemond was trying to pay attention to something else but what you said earlier about the pain and soreness was bothering him. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks you and you couldn't smile, the pain got worse. You groaned loudly and gripped the table. "Love?" 

"It hurts." Everyones eyes were on you now. 

"Whats wrong?" Rhaenerya gets out if her chair and rushed to your side.

"It feels like im in labor but its worse." Rhaenerya and Aemond gave each other a worried look.

"Mother?" Rhaegar asked from across the table, he did not like seeing you in pain. 

"Lets get her to the maester. Now!" Says Rhaenerya and Aemond nods. Daemon rushed over and put an arm under your and Aemond did the same, they hoisted you up to your feet and you cried out in pain. 

"Somethings wrong!" You cried and Aemond placed his arms under your legs and picked you up bridle style.

"Mommy." Cried Viserys and tried to run to you but Rhaenerya held him back. 

"Ill get the maester, you get her to the room!" Said Daemon and he ran into the hall. Aemond walked as fast as he could with you in his arms with your siblings in tow, Jace followed closed behind and when he made it to the room he opened the door for Aemond. He placed you gently on the bed and Baela fluffed up pillows to place under you. 

"Aemond im scared." You grab his hand in a deathly grip. He got down on his knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your loc twists and twists them up into a bun just like you showed him.

"I know, I know everything's going to be fine." He tries and reassures you but deep down you knew it wasn't. The maester came in followed by your mother and Daemon.

"My sons?" You ask and Rhaenerya smiles.

"With our most trusted caretakers, now don't worry about them right now, think about this baby." She says and you nod before your face twists like your about to cry.

"I wish father were here, I miss him." You say and Aemond kisses your forehead. "Can someone send for him?" The maester settled in and checked you.

"Of course." Said Daemon and he walked out. 

"There is... a lot of blood princess." Says the maester and you gasp making more tears run down your face. 

"What does that mean?" Asked Aemond and everyone waited his answer. 

"It means you have either miscarried or something has happened to the babe."  You stifled a sob and Aemond tightened his jaw.

"What do we-." He had to stop and compose himself. "What do we do now?" 

"Im going to give her something to... induce the labor." He says and Aemond immediately stands up, angry.

"No, its to early there has to be another way." He says and slowly everyone starts clearing out, leaving Rhaenerya to take Aemonds place.

"With all due respect, my prince, if the babe doesn't come out soon you will be risk loosing both of them!" Whisper yelled the maester to Aemond, he looked back at you. You were in pain, you were suffering. What he wouldn't give to take it all away from you. And he could, he just needed to talk to you first.

"My love." He said and dropped back to his knees. Rhaenerya moved away to let you talk. "He want to induce your labor, because if he doesn't, both of you will die." You slowly took in the information, processing it. You almost screamed in pain before nodding.

"Do it." You say and squeeze your eyes shut. Aemond bit his lip and held back a cry but he just held your hand up to his mouth. 

"My prince you should leave." Says the maester as his helpers started coming into the room. 

"No im not leaving her." He said and settled in beside you on the bed. 

"Very well, I will prepare my materials now." The maester immediately got to work, he was done with the remedy in minutes. He held the cup up to your lips and you drank it. "Your going to feel a lot of pressure in your lower regions in these next few minutes." You nodded and flopped your head back on the pillow.

"You look beautiful." Said Aemond and he kissed your exposed shoulder. 

"I don't feel like it." You say. "I feel sweaty and gross." You groan as the pressure started coming. "I feel the pressure." You say and the room got crazy, the helpers propped your legs up on pillows and they asked Aemond and Rhaenerya to just keep you calm.  

"Ready to push princess?" Asked the maester and you nodded. You started pushing, hard, your entire body was hurting. "I see the head." You saw a flash of worry on the maseters face but you didn't question it. You pushed again and that went you felt the baby slip out of you. You immediately sat up and looked at Aemond just to see him without his eyepatch, showing off his emerald.

"Are they healthy?" You asked but the maester looked at you and immediately turned away quickly before you could catch a glimpse. There was no cry. "I don't hear any crying?" You watched the helpers gasp and hold their hands up to their faces. 

"Maester?" Asked Rhaenerya and she walked up to everyone. 

"Its a girl." He announces but that doesn't give you and Aemond relief. 

"Shes not crying." Says Aemond and he couldn't help the teats coming down his face. "Why can't we see her?" 

"That is not wise my prince." He suggests and thats when you see the helpers wrapping up your baby.

"No." You said and started shaking you head.

"She has deformities, like a dragon." Rhaenerya gasps, remembering of her little Visenya. 

"NO!" You cried out and turned your face into the pillow to scream. Aemond had so many emotions running through his body. He kissed your shoulder and let tears run down his eye. Rhaenerya sat in a chair on the other side of you and tried to sooth you

"I need to check the princess." The maester. "I will need the room." Aemond shook his head and held onto you tighter. 

"Do you expect me to leave my wife after what she just went through." He tried to be angry but he just sounded broken. Rhaenerya stood up but not before kissing you on the forehead. She walked outside to see the family waiting.

"Well?" Asked Jace and Rhaenerya paused before shaking her head.

"Stillborn with dragon like deformities." Daemon looked up and looked at his wife. 

"Oh." Said Baela and she sighed. 

"I sent a raven to Laenor, hopefully he gets it and he'll be here." Said Daemon and he wraps his arms around his wife. 

"What can we do?" Asked Luke.

"Support her." Said Heleana and everyone nodded. 

-

"Maester?" You call out and Aemond lifts his head. "Was it something I did to have made this happen?" 

"No princess its not, there are many reasons, the Targaryen genes, flora, witchery." 

"Witchery?" Asked Aemond.

"Yes, when your mother had Visenya it was said it was caused by witchery." He said and turned around to clean the rest of his stuff. Then he stops and reaches over to the tray. "Princess where did you get this plant?" He shows you the root of a plant.

"A servant brought it in earlier today." You say with bo emotion whats so ever. 

"This is Dong Quai, extremely dangerous to pregnant women." He says and rushes to the door. "Queen Rhaenerya, I need you." Your mother rushed into the room with Daemon in tow.

"Whats wrong?" She look at you in concern.

"I think a servant poisoned the princess which caused all this." He says and Rhaeneryas face hardens. Aemond tightened his jaw and moved away from you to his feet. He grabbed his sword and was about to leave when Daemon placed a hand on his nephew's chest.

"Not now, soon." Aemond gave him a hardened stare before dropping his sword again.

"Describe this servant." 

"She had dark hair, green eyes, and she was older, maybe around your age mother." You say, your eyes starting to feel heavy. But you did notice Aemond tense up immediately but your strength was deteriorating. 

Aemond closed his eye and tightened his jaw. It couldn't be right? He threatened her that if she ever came near Y/n or him or even set foot on the land they were on, he'd have her head and feed her to Vhagar. Alys Rivers cursed his child and almost killed his wife. He turned around to see you eyes closed and he almost feared the worst until he saw your chest rising. He walked to the bed and grabbed a blanket to pull over your body, then grabbed his sword and snapped on his eyepatch.

"Tell her I'll be on DragonStone." He says and takes his leave.

"Brother, you cannot leave your wife." Says Rhaenerya and grabs his arm roughly. Aemond rips his arm away.

"I know who did this, but I just need a minute." He beelined for the door before anyone could say anything. 

-

When you woke the sun was shining brightly into your room. You slowly sat up and slowly you remembered what happened. You swallowed down s cry but it hurt, then you felt a cup up to your lips. You looked to the side to see Jace smiling at you with sympathy. You take a drink and look around.

"Where's Aemond?" You ask Jace and he sets his cup down. 

"DragonStone, he said be knew did this to you but he needed time." Says Jace and you nod before swallowing up tears. 

"I need to get to him." You say and try to get off the bed but the pain was too great.

"There is no way you're going anywhere." 

"But I need to get to Aemond, please Jace." You say and grab his shoulder. 

"Let me get mother." Says and Jace and he quickly leaves the room. You take in the room, it was clean for the most part. You tried to see if they had left your little girl in the room but they wouldn't do that. She was most likely in the sept. Your mother entered the room with a sad frown. 

"Darling, you're going to go to DragonStone." She says and you sigh in relief. "But you need to take a healing bath first, I'll have a ship ready when you're out." You nodded at what she said and you watched her nod to the door and servants entered into the room and then to the bathroom. Water rushed as well there was clattering of pans and slight chatter.

"What of my sons?" You ask.

"They've eaten breakfast and Helaena has taken it upon herself to distract them with her sons." 

"Good, thats good."

"Your Grace, Princess, the bath is ready." Said a servant, Eleena, she bad been there since you lived in KingsLanding before the war. 

"Help me with her." Said Rhaenerya and Eleena along with another servant went to help. They hoisted you up, arms under yours with hands on your back. They undressed you and slowly led you in the tub. You sighed as the warm water enveloped your body.

"We will let you soak then come in to bathe you." Everyone cleared the room to give you some privacy. You looked down to you belly and your face twisted. You no longer looked pregnant, you placed a hand on your belly and the feeling to cry came again. 

-

After you were washed and dressed into a black dress. You were escorted to the docks with Rhaenerya and Jace at your sides, when you arrived there were guards along with Daemon surrounding the boat with Rhaegar and Viserys waiting with them. You then saw a box, a small box, you knew who was in there.

"I-I never got to hold her." You whisper and they look at you.

“You can, lets get you on the boat.” Said Rhaenerya and they carefully walked across the dock. They sat you in a secured chair and once they checked out the ship they set off. It was quiet as Rhaenerya walked over to the coffin she slowly opened it, then slowly reached down and pick up the wrapped body. She walked towards you and you held your arms out.  She placed the corpse into your arm and backed away.

“Hi.” Was all you said and adjusted the babe in your arms like you did when your sons were first born. “I was supposed to be your mother, protect you and I feel like I failed at that, im so sorry my little one.” Rhaegar approached you with Viserys in tow, they looked at the wrapped bundle in your arms and then to your face. Seeing how sad you were made them sad as well, so they hugged you as tight as they could. “Thank you boy’s.” You hand the bundle back to Rhaenerya and places the wrapped corpse back in the coffin. 

You arrived to DragonStone in under two hours. Your health has deteriorated again.

“You need rest.” Says Jace as they dock.

“Aemond.” You say and your head lolls around. 

“I’ll get Aemond.” Says Daemon and hops off the boat. 

“Daemon!” You call and he turns around. “He’ll be on the beach!” Daemon nods and makes his way to the direction of the beach. You could barley stand on your own which would make the journey ten times tougher. Luckily they had brought a stretcher so two guards would carry you up. 

-

Daemon could see his nephew in the distance. He saw him on his knees in the water, and in the sand he saw his sword. As he got closer he realized Aemonds eyepatch was around the handle of the sword. 

“Aemond.” He said and his nephew immediately turned around.

“How is she?” He asked and stood up, completely soaked, Daemon guess he must’ve laid in the water. 

“She’s tired, and her health is deteriorating.” That word made Aemonds heart stop. “But she just needs rest, she’s in pain, and she needs you. Aemond looked away, ashamed that he left you. “Why did you leave?” He thought for a moment.

“Its my fault this happened, the person who did this was someone who almost tore me and Y/n apart and now… I almost lost her, permanently.”  Daemon placed to hands on his shoulder’s.

“This is not your fault, nephew.” Aemond couldn’t look him in the eye. “Nobody could have anticipated this happening, and if this person believes they can get away from this, they’re wrong. But right now it is not the time to sulk on this, your wife needs you, she hasn’t stopped asking for you.” Aemond nodded and swallowed hard. He walked over to his sword and grabbed it from out of the sand and just looked at it.

“Embaraya.” Said Aemond and Daemon looked at him in confusion. “That was supposed to be her name.”

“The Ocean.” Said Daemon and Aemond nodded, he wiped his eye and placed his patch in a pocket. 

“Where is Y/n?” 

“Resting in your chambers.” Says Daemon, Aemond didn’t respond, he just grabbed his sword and started walking away. 

- 

Aemond entered the room and saw you laying there, alone. You looked up and saw him standing there with his head hung down.

“Aemond.” You cried and rushed out of the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face in your neck. 

“Im sorry.” He says and holds you tighter. “This happened to you because of me.” You pull back in confusion, this time you could take in how tired terrible he was taking everything, he looked so defeated.

“What are you talking about?”

“The servant… it was… Alys.” You looked away from him and placed your head on his chest. Thats why she looked familiar. 

“This wasn’t your fault Aemond.” You say and push your face in his chest. “Don’t blame yourself please, I need you.” Aemond almost collapses at your words, you feel droplets of water fall on your skin and you notice his hair is wet. “Why are you wet?”

“I- I uh went into the water.” He didn’t have to explain anymore, you knew what it meant. 

“The funeral is tomorrow, on the beach.” You tell him and he mets out a shaky sigh and nods. 

“She’ll finally be able to see the ocean.” 

-

Your entire family was there, Corlys and Rhaenys flew in with Rhaena. Everyone was dressed in black. The dragons in attendance was Seasmoke and Vhagar. You walked beside Aemond, as he held the bundle that carried his dead daughter. Since he too did not get a chance to hold her, he insisted on carrying her to the beach. You got stronger over the night, having Aemond hold you let you rest completely. As you got closer in the distance you saw a man standing on the beach right in front of the wood where you baby would be placed. You took notice if the mans silver hair and dark skin,  so when you noticed who it was, you had to stop in your tracks.

“Father.” You whispered and starts walking quicker, then breaking into a jog. Leanor met you half way and wrapped his arms around you tightly, practically picking you iff the ground.

“My child.” He said in your hair. “Im so sorry, I should have came back after the war, should have been here for you.” He kissed your head and pulled back. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.” 

“I missed you.” You sobbed and he pulled you in tightly. Everyone had made it down to where you were. 

“My boy.” You heard Rhaenys call and you pulled back to let your grandmother hug her son, with Corlys joining. You immediately reached out for Rhaegar and Viserys.

“Father, I want you to meet your grandsons.” Leanor pulled away from his parents and he smiles theough the years when be saw his grandsons. He slowly got onto one knee infront of them.

“Hello.” He says and Viserys grabs on to the skirt of your dress.

“Are you grandpa Laenor?” Asked Rhaegar and Laenor nodded before laughing.

“I am.” Rhaegar shyly shuffled over to him and hugged his grandpa. Seeing his brother hug Lawnor Viserys followed, you smiled brightly at the sight, warming your heart greatly, something you really needed. You look around for Aemond and find him standing in front of the wood. You slowly walk to him and everyone silences. You slide your arms i to his and Aemond looks at you and nods. He slowly placed the bundle on top of the wood and you both bend down to place a kiss on her covered head. Then you walked back and stood with everyone. 

“Geros ilas issa byka embar(Goodbye my little ocean).” Said Aemond and tears started running down his face and you struggled not to sob.

“Issa tala(My daughter).” You choke out.

The next part you were both dreading. The part where one if your dragons would be commanded to light the wood on fire. But neither of you could being yourself to say a word.

“Dracarys.” Your father says loudly behind you. You watch Seasmoke turn his head but he obeys and started walking towards the wood. Aemond wrapped his arms around you and you pushed your face into his shoulder. Seasmoke let out a blaze and everyone felt the heat reach their skins. You ended up dropping to your knees and Aemond went down with you, still holding you. 

You cried and screamed, stronger and louder than when you gave birth. Aemond tried to sooth you but he was breaking down himself. People gave you two privacy, slowly leaving the beach. Aemond was grieving his daughter but he was also thinking about a plan to Harrenhall.

-

You settled again in your room, you hadn’t spoken a word to him yet. Aemond didn’t want to leave you right now, but this couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed all his necessary weapons and walked towards you.

“You’re going?” You croak out and Aemond kisses your cheek. 

“I must.” He says and you nod.

“Come back to me.” Aemond placed to finger under your chin and turned you face to him.

“Always.” He kissed you deeply and held you tightly. 

-

Aemond marched through the halls of DragonStone. He saw Daemon and Laenor walking in the distance in deep conversation. 

“Daemon, Laenor, ride with me?” He asks and the two men look at each other before nodding.

“Where to?” Asks Laenor.

“Harrenhall.” Says Aemond and Daemon smiles sinisterly. 

“Laenor im assuming you’ve already heard your daughter was poisoned?” Asked Daemon and Laenor tightens his jaw. 

“Yes, the person who did this lives there.” Aemond nods. “I will ride.”

“Good.” Aemond started walking and the two men followed quickly. They reached the dragons and Vhagar lowered her neck. “Its quite a climb.” Daemon nodded in agreement.

“You two will have to manage, I seem to have my own ride.” Said Laenor and the other two men looked to see Seasmoke looking at his old rider. Then he slowly lowered his head and showed Leanor the saddle. “I missed you old boy.” He raised himself onto of the dragon. Daemon started his climb upon Vhagar with Daemon in tow. Once they were settled they took of to Harrenhall. 

- 

When they arrived, they got dirty stares but Aemond didn’t care he stomped off to the mast place he remembered her being. Once he was in front of the buildings he took out his sword. 

“ALYS RIVERS GET OUT HERE!” Aemond yelled loudly, it was a few moments before the door opened revealing the older woman. 

“Aemond.” She smiles at him and leans against the door. Aemond had anger radiating off of him, he walked ip the steps of the house roughly and grabbed her hair tightly before shoving her roughly down the steps. She fell face first into the ground and coughed. “How dare you.” She tried to stand and go up to Aemond but she was roughly grabbed by Daemon and forced to her knees.

“Remember what I said would happen if you came near Y/n again or even step foot close on the land we’re on?” He asked with every word he got closer. Fear flashed Alys’ face. 

“She took you away from me.” She seethed and spit at Aemonds feet. 

“I was always hers.” Aemond raised his sword and she flinched and looked away. When nothing happened she looked to see Aemond sheathing his sword. “You murdered my daughter Embaraya Targaryen by committing witchery and by the root Dong Quai and attempted to murder my wife Y/n Velaryon, the punishment is death… by dragon.” She watched Aemond nod to Leanor.

“Ipradagon zȳhon(eat her)!” Seasmoke roared from above and landed behind Daemon and Laenor. They moved away and Aemond took a few steps back. Alys screamed and tried to run but Seasmoke opened his mouth widely and snapped his jaw over her body and tightened making blood fly everywhere and limbs fall to the ground. The people of Harrenhall gasps and the mob headed towards the silver haired men but before they could get closer Vhagar landed right on the house where Alys’ inhabited and destroyed it completely. She roared loudly and the people ran away as Seasmoke tried to grab someone.

“Go to her.” Said Daemon and wiped his face of the blood that splattered over him. Aemond silently thanked both men before running to Vhagar, they took off immediately not before Vhagars tail destroyed another building.

-

Aemond tried to clean off as much blood as possible before he reached the room. He opened the door and peaked his head inside. He walked into the room compl and he saw you on the balcony. 

“Lover.” He said and you whipped around, before you could go to him he was already on the balcony with you.

“Is it done?” You ask and he nods. “Good.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and he held you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Lets go to bed, we’ve had a long day.” Aemond looks over to the horizon, seeing the ocean with the room glimmering over it. 

“Anything for you my love.” 

-

A/n- I didn’t expect for it to be this long honestly so sorry for errors, there definitely going to be a part 3 and I already have it planned with a surprise:)

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader

[differenteagletragedy]

Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up, Part 3

A third part (lol) to a story in which Baxter gets you pregnant during his summer in Sunset Bird and then ghosts you. You eventually get together with Cove and fall in love and you're getting maaarried, but Baxter is the wedding planner and isn't that awkward?

Here, you get into the planning process and wouldn't you know it, there are some hiccups with this massively uncomfortable plan.

Part 1 here aaaaaand Part 2 here

When it came to you, Cove was accommodating to a fault -- to the point where you're pretty sure you could murder somebody and he'd say, "Well, I'm sure you had your reasons."

That's why it wasn't a surprise to you that when you had a heart-to-heart on what to do about Baxter, he was comfortable leaving everything entirely up to you.

"I trust you," he said simply. "I'm with you with whatever you want to do."

And then, after you'd called the main office where Baxter worked and they'd told you that it was wedding season, they didn't have anyone else available and you wouldn't get your deposit back if you broke your contract now, he was just as understanding.

"Look," he told you quietly, keeping an eye on Dylan playing with his soccer ball as he stroked your back. "We can make it work. We always do. He can be our wedding planner ... or if you want, he can be more."

"What do you mean?"

Cove paused, scrunching up his mouth a bit, then said, "Like if you want him to meet Dylan. If you want him to know him. That's ok if you want that."

You groaned, but when your son looked up at you curiously, you put on a smile for him.

"I'll just see if he'll still be our planner, I guess?" you said. "Not really loving the idea of losing the deposit."

He laughed and squeezed your shoulder.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A couple of days later, the two of you were back at Baxter's office, waiting for him to show up for your appointment. You'd texted him, all business, and he agreed to go forward with the planning without another word about Dylan.

You were starting to think that this may actually work out as you sat by Cove on the couch, giddily whispering about your wedding, but when Baxter came in the room, it was almost like all the air left when he closed the door behind him.

"Hello again," he said curtly, sitting in his desk chair without meeting your eyes. "Are we ready to get things underway?"

"Yeah," Cove answered, then glanced over to you. You nodded.

"Very well," Baxter said, then leaned over to his desk to grab a notepad and a pen. "I have a series of questions to ask you about your plans for the ceremony, we can take care of that today, when we'll go from there if that sounds agreeable."

He was definitely holding you at arm's length, which was fine. But every now and then, you could tell how much that pained him.

Like when he brought up the topic of surnames, and Cove explained that he wanted to take yours so he could share a last name with you and Dylan, that earned a barely perceptible bristle.

Or when your soon-to-be husband described proposing to you on the beach in your old neighborhood -- you caught his hand shaking slightly when he took a quick break from taking notes to smooth out his jacket.

"One of the services I offer for my clients is dance lessons leading up to the reception," Baxter explained at one point. "It's a bit of an edge I offer over competitors, if I'm being honest, but I do understand if you'd rather not --"

"We'll think about it," you told him, cutting him off before he could actually say how awkward things were, and he nodded.

"About the dance though," Cove began, looking at you pointedly.

"Hmm?" Baxter asked.

Knowing where Cove was going, you put your hand on his leg and spoke up for him.

"We want to have our son come in for the first dance, towards the end," you said. "And we want him to stand with us during the ceremony too."

Baxter did look at you then, really looked for the first time that day. Again you were taken aback by how much of Dylan you saw in his face, how your little boy's eyes were a perfect match for the ones staring at you now.

"Charming," he said shortly, looking back down at his notes. "I would advise then bringing him to a rehearsal so you all can get a feel of what that would look like."

"He'll do great," Cove said, almost defensively.

"I'm sure he will."

When Baxter got all the information he needed -- or when the room got too stifling to bear, you weren't really sure what came first -- he stood, bringing an end to the meeting. He offered his hand to Cove, who looked at it for a moment before accepting the handshake. He then held the same hand up to you.

He had a tiny little mole low on this wrist, you saw. You couldn't remember if you'd noticed it back then, but Dylan had one in the same spot.

You shook his hand, not expecting it to be as hot as it was.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And that's how the next few planning sessions with Baxter went. They were never exactly comfortable, but they got a little less weird, and you always found a sitter for Dylan. Whenever you had to speak with Baxter over text messages, you both kept things strictly business. Beyond that first day, there was no mention of the little boy that bonded you together.

The wedding kept creeping closer and closer, and one day, about a week before the big day, Cove brought up a difficult subject while you were washing dishes together after dinner. Your son was off for a sleepover in Sunset Bird -- a preliminary sort of thing to get him ready for the few days you and Cove would be gone for your honeymoon -- and you had to admit, the whole thing felt a little orchestrated.

"So, I've been thinking," he began, then trailed off.

"Is that the whole story?" you teased.

He gave you a playful glare, then cut right to the chase.

"I think it would be a good idea to have dance lessons. With Baxter."

"Huh?" was all you could manage.

He rinsed the last dish and set it in the drainer, then wiped his hands on his pants and turned to lean against the counter and look at you.

"It'll probably be awkward, I know that," he said. "But ... it's our wedding. I can handle an awkward dance lesson so I don't look dumb when we dance together."

"You wouldn't look dumb," you said quickly -- you were fast to defend you darling soon-to-be husband against anyone, even himself.

"I really would."

You took a moment to gather your own thoughts, drying your hands on a dish towel. You wanted Cove to have the dance lessons if he wanted them, of course, but you couldn't figure out a good way to explain how it made you feel to think about either of you spending extra time with Baxter.

"It's not just that it would be awkward," you said finally. "It's just such a complicated kind of dynamic, you know? What if he wants to know about Dylan? What if he asks to meet him?"

Instead of answering, Cove surprised you again with "I think you should take a dance lesson too."

This time, a "huh" wouldn't even come out of your gaping mouth.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, obviously," he said, moving to take you in his arms. He pulled you close to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head. "I won't either if you don't want me to."

"Where's this coming from?" you asked.

"I just think ... we're about to be married. Forever. And I don't think it's a good idea to leave anything unfinished."

You pulled back to look at him, bewildered and a little bit mad, if you were being honest.

"Cove, things between me and Baxter have been finished for a long time," you said. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know, I don't mean like that," he told you, cool and confident enough that you didn't have trouble believing him. "I just mean for Dylan. I know it's hard, but you need to talk to Baxter about him. What if when I try to adopt him he fights it? What if he tries to go to court or something?"

You hadn't thought about all of that.

"We should just get it out of the way, I think," he continued. "So we can move on without having to worry about it."

As much as the idea bothered you, he had a point.

Later that evening, Cove held your hand, and you texted Baxter that you'd be taking him up on those dance lessons after all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Baxter had planned it so that both you and Cove could have individual lessons with him the same day -- he'd work with Cove in the afternoon for a few hours, then you'd come in in the evening.

When the day came, you dropped Cove off at Baxter's office building, then you and Dylan were off to run errands. Later, while you were taking your lesson (and maybe having a heart-to-heart with your ex-boyfriend days before you got married), they were planning on a visit with Derek.

"Mommy, is it almost time for the big cake?" Dylan asked as you pushed him in a cart through the grocery store, stocking up on a few snacks you needed for home.

"Almost, baby," you told him -- the concept of a wedding wasn't very interesting to the four-year-old, but the big cake? Yeah, that was worth a countdown.

"Is Daddy gonna sneak me a big piece?" he asked next, obviously not very concerned about the concept of sneaking, either.

"Probably, yeah."

Your son smirked proudly at that, and you felt a little tug on your heart.

Baxter disappearing at the end of your summer together was hard, having his child while he wouldn't even answer your calls was harder. But having this precious little boy that you loved more than life itself sporting that smug smirk that his biological father probably could have patented?

Well, that was a special kind of difficult.

When you drove back to Baxter's office building to switch off with Cove, you found felt anxiety begin to really gnaw at you. You tried to put it aside as he hopped in the passenger seat for a moment and turned around to greet Dylan, but Cove knew you better than anyone.

"It'll be all right," he told you softly. "We'll be back before you know it."

You looked at the clock. Time to go.

After telling Dylan goodbye, you got out of the car to switch places with Cove. He hugged you and gave you a kiss on the forehead and told you he loved you, almost like you were going off to war.

It wasn't that dramatic, but it did sort of feel like it.

You made your way to the room where Baxter had told you to go -- he'd given you directions and they weren't difficult to follow. You came to a set of doors, pushed them open and saw him standing by himself in a large room, looking over some papers.

"Hey," you greeted softly, your anxiety only growing.

"Hello," he replied. He gave you a small smile you could tell was genuine, if not a little nervous -- a good sign, at least.

Without further discussion, he pulled a remote out of his pocket and turned on a stereo system somewhere in the room. A slow song started playing, and he wordlessly offered you his hand.

All at once, it was like you were transported five years back in time. You were 18, didn't have a care in the world, and a weird but adorable boy had moved in across the street for the summer and stole your heart in the process.

It wasn't that you wanted to be with Baxter -- Cove was the love of your life, you'd never been as sure about anything as you were with that. And you wouldn't take back the little family you'd created together for anything.

You just wished that parts of it -- like this part right now, reconnecting with Baxter -- weren't so hard.

You took his hand, and he pulled you closer, placing his other hand on your back. You put your free hand on his shoulder, and away you went.

After a few moments of not-so-comfortable silence, you asked, "So how did Cove do?"

"Splendidly," he answered, looking up from your feet to look you in the eyes. "You're very lucky. Both you and your son."

And there it was.

"Why did you have to leave like that?" you asked, the question out of your mouth before you really had a chance to fully process what you'd said.

He took in a shaky breath and you felt his body tense, but he answered. It was more of the self-flagellating insecurities you remembered him being filled with back then -- he didn't want to be important in your life, he didn't think he was. He thought that he could have a nice fun summer with you and that it wouldn't matter to you if he left without a trace.

You'd hated it then, and you hated it now, but this time there was an extra layer to it.

"I honestly don't know what I would have done if I'd known ... about him," he said, moving you around the room as a bit of an afterthought. "I've been thinking about it, and I'm not sure. Part of me likes to believe I would have stepped up as Cove did, but Cove is a far better man than I am. So if it's any consolation at all, I do believe I would have failed you both either way."

"It's really not," was all you could think to say.

"Yes, I didn't suppose it would be. Still, I'm left wondering, as I'm sure you are, where do we go from here?"

You looked at him deeply. It was a good question.

"You're going to meet him, I guess," you said. "At the rehearsal at least, or at the ceremony."

"I've thought about that," Baxter admitted. "I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, of course. I do find myself interacting with children when they're involved with the ceremony, but ... if you don't want me to speak with him, I will respect that."

Tears sprung to your eyes at the thought -- you knew that since Dylan was going to be in the ceremony, he'd at least come into contact with the wedding planner. But seeing everything come together like this, being faced with the reality of it all, was even harder than you'd anticipated.

"He doesn't know anything about you," you told him. "He doesn't know that Cove isn't ... he's his dad, that's not ... he doesn't know that there's anything to know, I guess is what I'm trying to say."

You'd meant to clear the air with Baxter -- to actually talk about things, really talk about them, and settle them once and for all. But instead, you found yourself dancing around an empty room with him, crying while he held your hand a little too tightly.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #olba mc #our life #baxter ward #cove holden #olba cove #olba baxter #our life cove #our life cove holden #cove x reader #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #cove x mc #cove holden x you #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader #olba baxter ward #our life baxter #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader

[boltupbitches]

Could you please do one where Joe Burrow takes his baby and his wife to his game?

Joe Burrow - #1 Fan

Jordan continued to wail loudly as he sat on his cooing grandmother's lap. His mom had stepped out to use the restroom and he was left in the suite with his doting grandparents.

"Oh, Jordy, don't cry my baby! Daddy's going to be playing soon." His grandma cooed.

Jordan continued crying until he heard his grandpa say, "look! Mama is back. There's mama!"

Within moments his crying stopped at the sight of his grinning mama. He reached up with grabby hands towards her, his baby blue eyes filled with tears as his lower lip stuck out with a pout.

"Oh, baby." His mom cooed at him as she lifted him. "I just went potty my silly boy." She tickled his belly which made him leave out a shrill giggle. At 10 months old, he was a pretty big baby. He had a head full of blonde hair that matched his dad's from childhood photos and the cutest chubby cheeks.

This was his first game this season, missing the few months last season due to COVID and Joe's fear of him getting sick.

The second Jordan Lee Burrow was brought into this world, his dad turned into a hawk, always having an eye on him when he was home, and when away, he checked in multiple times a day. It got to the point that his wife broke down and installed cameras throughout the house so Joe could access the live feed on his phone when hundreds of miles away.

At times he drove his wife crazy with his constant hovering, but she understood that it was out of love and fear of the unknown.

Funny how women are the ones painted as the over concern first-time parent, when that was Joe 1000% of the time.

While pregnant and taking her pregnancy one step at a time, Mama Burrow was enjoying her time in preparing for the delivery.

Joe? Started nesting the house within weeks of them finding out. He had a crib set up and was buying all sorts of things.

The amount of Bengals memorabilia had increased tenfold with Bengals-themed baby gear everywhere.

-- Earlier --

Finally, when Joe was preparing to come to the stadium today, he wrung his hands nervously and kept checking his watch. "So, we play at 4:30."

"I know, hun." His wife said.

"Maybe come at 3 to avoid the hecticness? I'll have someone meet you guys at the back gates where the players park."

"I know." His wife smiled at him as he went over to pick up Jordan. "I promise everything will be ok, hun. Just play your best and we'll be there cheering you on."

Joe pressed a kiss to his sons forehead. "Is that right, Jordy? You're going to come see dada play?" Joe lifted him in the air like an airplane before bringing him back down against his chest, his son giggling loudly. "I love you, buddy."

-- Now --

Jordan was well behaved throughout the game. He suckled on his pinky and cuddled into the blanky his mom had draped across the two of them. By the time his dad finished playing, he had finished his bottle and was sleeping soundly on his grandpa's lap, his blanky held tightly in his small hands.

After speaking to the media, Joe rushed his way up to the suite and felt a rush of emotion hit him. The love and happiness he felt at the sight of his parents with his wife and son was unimagineable.

He first approached his wife who greeted him with a kiss and a hug. "I'm so proud of you guys, baby. Good job."

Joe kissed her again, "Thanks babe. I love you." He gave her another squeeze before releasing her to give his mom a quick peck on the cheek and a hug.

Finally, he got to the one person he'd been waiting on hours to see. His son was napping peacefully on his dad's lap, his eyelashes fluttering as he continued to suckle on his binky peacefully.

"Hey bud." Joe whispered as he gently scooped his son up, careful to not wake him. "Hey dad." Joe said sheepishly at his dad, almost forgetting to greet him.

"Good game, son." His dad said in return with a smile.

"Thanks." Joe said as he turned towards his wife. "Ready to go home, babe?"

His wife smiled at him. "Yeah, let's go home."

#joe burrow imagines #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow one shot

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest Part 3/3

Had so much fun with this request!🤣

Summary - A three part series where the reader and family goes on a chaotic holiday with Ruben as their guests.

Enjoy!

"You good?" Asked Ruben as he passed you on his way to the bed.

The ceiling in your suite was starting to look quite majestic from where you lay on the floor.

"Yeah I'm good." You said. "The room has finally stopped spinning."

"I mean are you sure you're good sleeping on the floor?" Ruben peaked over the edge of the bed to look at you.

"I like feeling grounded." You smiled.

There had been a bit of vomiting and a bit of plotting to kill your own brother for trapping you on Ruben's uncles boat. But eventually your sea sickness seemed to be tamed.

"Would you like some company?" Ruben asked. He had been so patient with you, holding your hair whilst you emptied you stomach down the toilet drains. He even offered you his shirt to sleep in. Yours was stained in whatever it was you had for lunch.

"If you don't mind girls that smell like vomit." You said.

"I don't mind."

Pillows were thrown from the bed to the floor. Along with the other half of the bed mattress. Ruben pushed it together with yours in order to lay next to you.

"You really should stay away from me Ruben. I'm a mess and I'll make a mess out of you too."

"Good thing my mother taught me how to clean after myself."

You stiffend feeling his hand brace your arm, but relaxed when he only went to cover your exposed arm with his duvet.

"You're a real gentleman." You sighed. Sleep was beginning to appeal to you and the sooner this day ended the sooner you could get off this boat.

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" He said as the two of you lay in the dark.

"Sure."

"That guy out there, with your sister."

"Tomas?"

"Yes him. He isn't really your ex right? That was Bernardo being funny right?"

"If Bernardo ever had jokes like that." You sighed. You felt Ruben shift beside you, turning to look at you.

"So he is your ex. Now together with your sister."

His eyes were big, wide with shock. You didn't realize how bizarre your situation sounded until he put it like that.

"Like my brother said, we're a fucked up family."

It was a natural reaction to run your hand through Rubens hair. It was bunny like and fluffy. You didn't even realize that you were doing it until you felt Rubens hand find your waist under the covers.

"Want to make them jealous?" He said, lips close enough to caress your own.

"Ruben." You smiled. At least he seemed to be into you. But the fact you just lost 2kg vomiting was even off putting to you. So you told him this and he laughed.

"I don't think it takes much to make them jealous though." He said, letting his weight shift onto to you, pressing you down a bit.

"Ruben." You gasped. His lips attached to your neck, sucking the tender skin.

"Trust me." He groaned.

You could hear your heart beat raise as blood rushed to your ears. Ruben was pacing himself though, not being eager in a way that frightened you. But eager enough for you to understand how much he wanted this, how much he wanted you.

Soon night became day and you wondered how you ever got off the boat without having slept with Ruben.

"Baby, I want to go shopping."

"Now?"

Bernardo's girlfriend seemed to have the energy of a toddler. The boat had just docked at Portimão marina and your family was more than ready to get out of the city and back to the villa. Even Bernardo seemed slightly out of it, perhaps exhausted from the lies he's had to put up with. But then again he claims to have found the the love of his life.

"Sure baby, let me just go get the car." He turned to your family and shook his head. "Help me." He mouthed.

You laughed. "You must sleep where you lie brother."

"We'll meet you back at the villa son, have a barbecue before we leave tomorrow." Your dad gestured for everyone to get into his car. Ruben had to stay behind and make sure that his uncles boat got handled properly. You wondered if he'd be back for the barbecue later tonight. He must. It would be your last day together.

"What is that?"

The peaceful breakfast at the villa lasted very shortly.

"What?" You said, mouth full of toast.

"That. What is that?" Anita threw your hair over your your shoulder. Revealing your neck for everyone around the breakfast table to see. There were split reactions.

"Oh meu amor." Your mother said, a bit disappointed with you. "You only just met the boy.

"What?" You said, still oblivious to what they were referring to.

"Dad. I told you she would do this." Anita cried.

"Ruben is a good kid." He said, cutting into his pancakes, wanting to go on about his day.

It wasn't until you caught Tomas glare that you understood that Ruben must have left a really visible mark on your neck, making it look like you two had the time of your life last night.

"Y/N. Have you no shame?" Anita said, spitting crumbs onto the table.

You shrugged. "I just did whatever any wife would do to her soon to be husband."

"Y/N, please." Your mother hissed. There was a gulping sound, followed by Tomas having to dunk his chest not to choke on his breakfast. It was pure chaos. Chaos that you enjoyed.

"Okay, I admit it. I might have over did it this time."

"You think?"

Bernardo brought the steaks for the barbecue that night. Your family had a laugh about his own reflection of the previous day.

"Why can't you just try to be yourself around this girl?" You said.

"Oh please." Anita chuckled. "Nobody likes Bernardo for who he truly is."

"Thank you sis. Love you too."

The night went on but you couldn't stop yourself from asking the aching question, "Where is Ruben?"

"Huh?"

Bernardo and you got a moment to yourself by the grill. With him loading meat onto his plate and you anxiously hanging over his shoulder, wanting answers to your question.

"Where is Ruben?" You repeated, with more confidence this time.

"Oh. Ruben. He went home."

"What?" Somthing within you faltered.

"Yeah, said there was an emergency."

"But..." Your lips trembled and you couldn't help but to feel a terrible sensation of having lost somthing that you just found.

"Oh, wait." Bernardo stopped you from running away and searched for somthing in his pocket.

"A piece of paper." You frowned. The corners were stained with oil from Bernardo's fingers.

"It's from Ruben. He told me to give it to you."

"Oh."

You withdrew to the poolhouse to read it. It was just a note with a phone number written on it, Ruben's phone number. The message he had scribbled down below was of no comfort.

Had a good time meeting you.You know where to find me in Lisbon.

"How cute." You chuckled. No wonder he and Bernardo was such good friends, you thought. They were both...you couldn't come up with a word for it, but it had to do somthing with being foolishly loveable.

"Is that from him?"

You jumped. "Tomas?"

Had he followed you to the poolhouse?

"Is that from him?" He asked, eyes dark in the night. His gaze shifted from your face to the crumbled up note in your hands.

"Y...yes it's from him. It's from Ruben." You hated that you felt like you owed Tomas an explanation.

"It's not like you, you know." He took a step forward, approaching you.

"What isn't like me?" You frowned.

"This." He pointed to the note in your hand. "And that." He said pointing to the sore mark still visible on your neck."

You finally understood what was going on and you couldn't stop smiling because of the way it made you think of Ruben.

"What's so funny?" 

"You know, I don't think jealousy suits you very well." You said, he looked pathetic.

"Oh come on Y/N. The guy was cleary out to get into your pants and you let him, just like that."

"Even if I did, how is that any of your business?"

"Y/N. I still care about you. I always will."

"Well can you please care about me a little less and please tell Anita to do the same."

"Y/N please. What must I do to make you understand that I still care about you and only want you to have the best?"

"And by the best you mean not Bernardo's friend Ruben."

"Yes." He sighed as if you finally got his point.

"Hmm, you could take a dive?"

"I could what?" He frowned.

"Take a dive." You smiled and stepped forwards to give him a light shove into the pool.

He returned to the surrface coughing, clothes soaked from top to toe. "Y/N!"

"My bad!" You slipped into the poolhouse, laughing to the point of your stomach hurting.

Ruben leaving early was a shame. But now that you had his number you could always text him.

You: I'd love to meet in Lisbon 😉

Ruben: Great! Just tell me when and I'll be ready for you.

You: Cool. As long as it's not on a boat 😅

Ruben: Don't worry. I have other plans for us.😜

You: Oh, let's hear them then?

Ruben: Hmm.. I'll let your imagination run free instead. Perhaps then you'll be excited to see me.

You: I'm already excited.

Ruben: Yeah?

You: Yeah.

Ruben: Well then, guess I'll see you sooner than later then?

You: Maybe you will.🙈

Ruben: Goodnight Y/N.

You: Goodnight Ruben, see you soon.

Ruben: Can't wait.❤️

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 4 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house. 

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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Determined to find the missing pieces of your life, you were resolute about leaving the hospital. Despite the doctors' recommendations for more rest, you insisted on speeding up your discharge. Every moment spent confined in the hospital felt like precious time wasted.

Lloyd, your supposed husband, supported your decision. Yet, his concern seemed to stem more from his internal battles rather than genuine care for your well-being. His gaze held a mix of anxiety and something you couldn't quite place, making you feel increasingly unsettled.

Your skepticism towards Lloyd deepened as you struggled to recognize the man presented as your husband. Your instincts pushed you to seek understanding from the one person you felt could trust—your daughter, Emily.

Alone in your room, Emily seized a fleeting moment when the vigilant bodyguard left, feigning concern by pretending to place a bandage on your chest. As soon as both of you were alone, a sense of urgency lit up in Emily's eyes.

"Mother, I don't have much time, but you need to know the truth about our household," Emily whispered urgently. "Father holds the ultimate authority in our household. His decisions shape everything. Mother always adheres to what he says. If he rejects something, it's final. And if he approves, it's unquestionable. Just hold on, Mother. I'll figure out a way to help you escape from here."

You felt a mix of emotions—confusion, suspicion, and a profound need for the truth. Your reliance on Emily as the only familiar and trustworthy figure in this puzzle of your life intensified.

In that fleeting exchange, you realized the grip Lloyd held over the household, and the sense of constraint around your existence magnified. It felt like being caged in a life you didn’t recognize, enforced by rules you hadn't consented to. The resolve to break free and uncover the reality surged within you.

Suddenly, the heavy air in the room shifted as Lloyd entered. His mere presence seemed to suffocate the space, casting a shadow that loomed over everything. Emily's demeanor, despite being related by blood, reflected a facade of grief in the face of his entrance.

Lloyd's countenance softened, adopting a concerned expression as he addressed you. "How are you feeling, my dear?" His voice held a blend of tenderness and concealed apprehension, creating an unsettling aura that made you instinctively retreat.

Your mind churned with questions, doubts, and an instinctive distrust toward this man you were told was your husband. The sense of entrapment in his presence only heightened the urgency to unravel the truth behind the facade of this life you were expected to accept.

You forced a strained smile "I'm alright, thank you, Lloyd."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, then he turned to Emily. "It's late. You should rest. We'll have a lot to take care of tomorrow."

You watched as Emily nodded obediently, her eyes briefly meeting her mother's, a silent reassurance amidst the hidden distress. With a swift, worried glance at you, Emily left the room.

Alone with Lloyd, the unease in the room felt palpable. You attempted to compose yourself, yet the air crackled with tension, making it increasingly challenging to suppress your growing sense of skepticism and fear.

Your mind raced with questions, doubts, and the feeling that you were entangled in a web of secrets and lies. As you observed Lloyd's careful demeanor, you vowed to find the truth, to unearth the reality buried beneath this carefully constructed mirage.

Lloyd, enveloping you in a gentle embrace, held you as if trying to bridge the gap of lost time. His touch conveyed a genuine longing, a yearning for your presence that was difficult to fake. "I've missed you so much, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with a blend of relief and genuine affection. "I'm overjoyed to see you standing again, to witness your recovery. You've made remarkable progress."

Caught in the duality of her own confusion and the necessity to comply, reciprocated the embrace, your mind wrestling with the incongruity of emotions. You masked your skepticism behind a facsimile of reciprocated affection, knowing you had to tread cautiously within this enigmatic household.

Lloyd, as he held you, felt a surge of relief coursing through him. He was elated to see you regaining strength, standing on your feet again. It was a moment he had anxiously awaited, a glimmer of hope in the maze of uncertainties. His joy at your recovery was genuine, yet it was intertwined with the dread of potentially losing the delicate balance he had tried to maintain.

"I've been so worried about you," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and guarded anxiety. "Seeing you on your feet again—it's a great relief, Y/N. I want nothing more than for you to recover fully, to reclaim the life we've shared."

"Thank you, Lloyd," you softly uttered, her words carrying a hint of solace, enough to offer a glimmer of comfort to the man who seemed to miss you dearly.

Your response carefully measured a balance between your quest for truth and the facade you needed to maintain for the time being, even though your heart yearned for answers hidden within the veils of your forgotten memories.

The car ride back to the Hansen residence was a silent journey. You seated beside Lloyd, gazed out the window at the passing buildings and streets, your eyes filled with a mix of awe and bewilderment. The city looked so different—modern and advanced, a stark contrast to any image you had in her mind. Everything seemed unfamiliar, yet subtly intriguing.

As they arrived at their home, your eyes widened at the grandeur of the mansion. The scale and opulence of the building were truly impressive. However, the facade felt imposing, creating a sense of discomfort within you, an inexplicable feeling that it was all too much.

Stepping into the vast halls of the Hansen mansion, you felt overwhelmed by the extravagance. The grandeur seemed excessive, almost suffocating, as if the walls echoed with the weight of secrets and the burden of a life you didn’t remember living.

Lloyd guided you through the corridors, every step magnifying your unease. The walls were adorned with art, the furniture spoke of luxury, and the air was scented with an air of richness that contrasted starkly with your sense of displacement.

The residence that was supposed to be your home felt foreign, like a stage set for a life you have yet to comprehend. The enormity of the mansion felt less like a sanctuary and more like a labyrinth of hidden truths and unanswered questions.

Stepping into the grand master bedroom, you felt a shiver of trepidation down her spine. The room exuded luxury, adorned with lavish furnishings and an ambiance that spoke of comfort and wealth. Yet, you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that this was a space belonging to a stranger, not you.

Lloyd observed your hesitation, his own expression filled with a mix of concern and an underlying apprehension. Sensing your unease, he approached you with a gentle demeanor, trying to mask the weight of his own hidden worries.

"Dear, I know this is all overwhelming. But the doctor recommended that we stay together like we used to. He believes it might help trigger your memory to return," Lloyd explained, his voice tinged with an urgency that mirrored his desperate hope for your recovery.

You're still unused to every time he calls you 'dear.' Your heart fluttered uncertainly, caught between your natural wariness and the doctor's suggestion. The thought of blending into a life you couldn't recall felt suffocating, but you realized the urgency of your situation.

Torn between your instincts and the doctor's recommendation, you nodded, a hesitant agreement borne more out of necessity than genuine comfort. In this unfamiliar space that was supposedly your sanctuary, you found yourself straining to navigate the delicate balance between compliance and your quest for truth.

Lloyd led you into the clothing room, which he claimed to be your favorite. The room was adorned with an assortment of elegant dresses, shoes, and accessories that radiated opulence and sophistication. He watched you with hopeful eyes, waiting for a sign of recognition or approval.

"This is your favorite place, dear," he said, his voice carrying a note of anticipation.

You scanned the room, your heart fluttering with a sense of disconnect. The elegant gowns, the neatly arranged shoes, and the luxurious accessories felt like remnants of a life you couldn't quite recall. The items bore an air of sophistication that seemed at odds with her own sense of style and taste.

For a moment, a fleeting sense of discomfort washed over you. These weren't the clothes you would have chosen for herself. Your style and your preferences were nowhere to be found among the opulent collection. But understanding the situation's fragility, you fought back the instinct to express your discomfort. You masked your true feelings behind a composed facade, not wanting to upset Lloyd, who seemed genuinely trying to help you reconnect with her lost memories.

"Thank you, Lloyd," you replied with a measured smile, careful not to reveal your inner turmoil. As you stood amidst the lavish collection, you realized that, for the time being, you had to navigate this world, gently treading the line between complying and searching for the truths hidden within your forgotten memories.

As you perused Lloyd's wardrobe, your attention was drawn to a unique perfume bottle sitting among the array of exquisitely crafted colognes. The bottle's design stood out, and Lloyd's discerning gaze caught her inquisitive stare.

With a faint smile, Lloyd leaned in, his eyes reflecting a hint of pride. "I customize all my perfumes. Each one is unique, crafted to match specific moments or memories."

You nodded, acknowledging his explanation, and continued to scan the bottles. Among them, one bottle captured her attention. Its scent carried an inexplicable familiarity, triggering a jolt in her memory. Curious and inexplicably drawn, you picked up the bottle and uncapped it, the scent wafting gently to your nose.

However, as the fragrance reached your senses, a sudden and piercing headache tore through your mind, almost causing you to collapse. Before you could fall, Lloyd swiftly caught you, his arms providing a secure and steadying embrace.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Lloyd's voice carried genuine concern, his arms ensuring your stability.

Struggling to regain your balance, you fought the throbbing headache and the unsettling dizziness that the fragrance had brought. Despite the agony, a faint memory flickered at the edges of your consciousness, a memory so close yet shrouded in the haze of amnesia.

Barely composing herself, you managed a weak nod. "I-I'm fine, just a sudden headache," you murmured. The scent lingered in the room, its familiarity stirring a faint glimmer of memory just beyond your reach, leaving you in a whirlwind of confusion and questions that seemed to have no answers.

Seating you on the bed, Lloyd observed you closely, his concern palpable. The perfume bottle, a relic from his past, lay on the dresser, its scent triggering an unexpected turmoil in you. At that moment, his own thoughts turned somber, clouded by the weight of his own past mistakes.

Lloyd's gaze lingered on the bottle, the same perfume connected to his most significant mistake involving Zoey. A wave of regret and apprehension washed over him, realizing the potential impact this fragrance could have on your fragile state.

His resolve solidified, knowing he needed to eliminate any reminders of his past transgressions, especially one that had the power to distress you. The decision to remove the perfume became more than just safeguarding you; it was about erasing a connection to his own grave errors, ones that threatened the delicate balance of the life he was desperately trying to rebuild.

With a determined yet pained expression, Lloyd silently vowed to get rid of the perfume. His biggest mistake, a wound from the past, seemed to have resurfaced, and he couldn't risk the distress it might cause you. Resolutely, he made plans to dispose of it discreetly as a means of protecting you and shielding you from the repercussions of his own regretful history.

As Lloyd ensured you was resting, he quietly slipped out of the room. In the hallways, his steps slowed as a cold shiver ran down his spine, heralding the arrival of his mother, Krystal. Her aura was as intimidating as ever, emanating an air of authority and unyielding dominance.

"Lloyd," Krystal's voice sliced through the silence, her tone stern and unwavering.

Lloyd turned to face her, steeling himself for what he anticipated would be a confrontation. "Mother," he acknowledged, his voice laden with a mix of caution and respect.

Krystal's eyes pierced through him, cold and calculating. "A daughter-in-law with amnesia is akin to having a dementia patient in our family. It brings disgrace to the Hansen name," she declared, her words cutting deep with a disdainful tone.

Krystal's disdainful words pierced Lloyd's facade, igniting a fire within him. The insult towards you, spoken so callously, shattered the thin veil of diplomacy he had attempted to maintain.

Lloyd's fervent tone shifted as he confronted his mother, the intensity in his voice resonating with a blend of regret, urgency, and an undercurrent of anger.

"Mother, don't you dare speak ill of my wife!" Lloyd's voice quivered with a mix of disappointment and a newfound determination.

Krystal, surprised by the change in her son's demeanor, observed the turmoil within him. The bond between them had been strained after the car accident caused by Lionel, a turning point that shifted the family dynamics.

"Lionel's recklessness nearly took my wife from me!!! I won't allow her to slip away again, especially not because of you or anyone in this family," Lloyd expressed firmly, the weight of responsibility for your safety etched into his every word.

"Looking down on Y/N? If you continue your disrespect towards my wife, I'll erase you from this world without hesitation," his words cut through the air like a blade, carrying a severity that shocked even himself. The rawness of his anger unveiled a side of him his mother rarely witnessed.

The tension in the room thickened, marking a moment that showcased the transformation in the family dynamic after Lionel's mistake, emphasizing Lloyd's resolute stance to protect you, no matter the source of the threat.

Lloyd's sudden outburst left Krystal utterly speechless. Her usual poised demeanor shattered as she stood frozen, aghast at her son's uncharacteristic and forceful words.

Her mouth agape, Krystal struggled to find her voice. "Lloyd..." she stammered her tone a mix of astonishment and disbelief. The sheer audacity of her son's manner had left her momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend how he could speak to her in such a manner.

As the tense confrontation unfolded between Lloyd and Krystal, unbeknownst to them, Lionel had just returned from school. Hearing their conversation from the hallway, his heart sank, realizing the weight of his actions and their impact on his mother, Y/N.

*******

Frozen in the corridor, Lionel stood in disbelief, absorbing the severity of his mistake and the weight of his father's words. His recklessness had nearly cost his mother's life, and he was now witness to the turmoil it had caused within the family.

As Lionel retreated to his room, the weight of his emotions bore heavily upon him. His heart ached with the burden of his mother's absence—the void left by her amnesia that denied her the memories they once shared.

Tears streamed down Lionel's face as he sat in solitude. His gentle and loving mother, now lost to the turmoil of amnesia, was a painful reality he struggled to accept. Memories of her warmth, the moments they shared, and the comfort of her embrace flooded his mind, deepening the ache in his heart.

But how could he ask that? Before you got amnesia, he wasn't a good son; he never listened to you, and he always abused your kindness to get what he wanted since he knew you could never get mad at him.

In the silence of his room, Lionel's quiet sobs echoed the profound longing to hold her once more, to seek solace in her comforting embrace.

"I miss you, mom... Hikss... I'm so sorry. Please remember me."

He wished for the return of the gentle and affectionate moments they had shared, now lost in the fragments of her forgotten memories. The weight of his own actions that led to this situation bore down upon him, and he wept for the absence of the mother he dearly missed.

Krystal's incident on the first floor resulted in a situation where her leg strength was at risk due to an unforeseen mishap involving her son. During the commotion, her secretary, Zoey, rushed to her aid. When Lloyd encountered Zoey assisting Krystal, a moment of tense silence enveloped the room.

As he observed the scene, Lloyd was deeply affected by the presence of Zoey, his secretary and a figure from a past he wished to leave behind. At that moment, a silent yet weighty realization struck him – the emergence of Zoey, a reminder of past mistakes and the complications that followed, leading to strain in his relationship with you.

As Lloyd encountered Zoey tending to Krystal, he was slightly surprised to see her in front of him. Since you had fallen into a coma, Zoey had seemingly vanished from their lives. Her reappearance at a critical moment, just as you returned home with amnesia, raised questions in Lloyd's mind.

The unexpected reappearance of Zoey, your sudden amnesia, and Zoey's presence at a crucial juncture triggered a series of perplexing thoughts in Lloyd's mind. Who was this woman, and what was her sudden reappearance after your return? The timing seemed more than coincidental, and it sparked a nagging sense of suspicion and doubt within him.

As Lloyd entered his bedroom, he observed you peacefully sleeping on their bed, no longer reliant on the supporting machines—a sight that seemed almost miraculous to him. Gratitude swelled within him, knowing you were alive and resting in the comfort of their home.

Carefully changing into more comfortable clothes, Lloyd approached the bed. Gently, he slid under the covers, mindful not to disturb you. With a heart full of gratitude for her presence, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close, cherishing the moment. Placing his chin on your shoulder, he held her gently, feeling relieved that you were safe and by his side once more.

In the stillness of the moment, as he held you close, Lloyd silently prayed for you to regain your lost memories. He yearned for you to remember the life they had built together, the moments they had shared, and the connection they once had. He hoped for the return of the woman he cherished, hoping that you might once again become the loving and devoted wife you had always been.

After Zoey assisted Krystal back to their residence, she discreetly excused herself and made her way outside. Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number and waited as it rang.

"She's home," Zoey stated before ending the call. A mysterious smirk played upon her lips, hinting at a concealed plan or hidden motive. Her expression bore an enigmatic assurance, suggesting that more was at play beneath the surface.

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thinking of annie meeting her baby sibling for the first time and im crying! -🪤

ohmygoddd she would come into the hospital room SO NERVOUS. like you've never seen her before, Annie is usually a little ball of energy but she very carefully opens the door and peeks her head around anxiously.

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auntie charli and Uncle George have been looking after her whilst you and matty have been in hospital. it turned out to be much longer than you expected because baby boy was NOT coming out without a fight, so it was a fucking rough labour.

(charli later tells you that looking after Annie for over a day made her realise her and George aren't quite at the baby stage yet, "but maybe we'll get a fish or something")

I think you're holding baby boy, and matty is sitting on the end of the bed, ready to greet Annie. she runs up to him and immediately jumps onto his lap and anxiously burrows her head in his neck, peaking out every once in a while to look at you and baby boy.

"Do you wanna meet your brother peanut?" matty asks, stroking her curls and smiling over to you. if heart eyes could be personified, it would be matty in that moment. all his family in one room, his daughter about to meet his brother and the mother of his children looking the most beautiful he's ever seen her. (You deny this considering you haven't showered for 3 days and also haven't slept in 48 hours, but matty insits)

Annie nods tentatively and crawls up the bed to you. at first, she just stares, flicking her eyes from the baby to you and back to matty with a nervous smile the whole time. she builds up the confidence to touch him, and she very softly strokes his head. she giggles at the feeling and gets slightly more brave, grabbing his hand and ginning. baby boy wraps his hand around her thumb, and annie gasps. looking at you and matty saying, "Look, he's holding my hand!!" and matty just nods with wet eyes and a Cheshire-cat-like grin.

"Can I hold him?" she asks after 20 minutes of him holding her finger. She refused to move her hand until he let go, and the little contact obviously had built up her confidence massively.

"Of course, sweetheart, come lean against my chest, and we can hold him together, yeah?" You say softly. She nods, and you pass baby boy off to matty whilst she wiggles in.

she's giggling the whole time you're getting ready, but as soon as the baby is in her ams, she's silent. just staring down at him completely awestruck.

matty is, of course, having a photoshoot at the end of the bed and tearing up at the sight of his babies and the love of his life. until George shoos him off and takes photos of all of you, and that's the pic you send to everyone to announce the birth of your son :))))

(do you like that I still haven't mentioned his name bc I can't decide lol... im like 90% on arthur tho <3)

#she would spend all day just standing over his crib like 👁👄👁 #and youre like “annie sweetheart hes fine on his own” #but she just stays and watches him #brings her book and reads it out for him lol #babies!!!!! #🪤 anon #anon! #teacher au!

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Newborn

Pairing: Evan Hawkins x reader

Summary: Evan didn't think he could be any happier, but that all changes when he gets to hold his newborn son in his arms

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of c-sections/surgery

Word Count: 1,165

"Hey beautiful," Evan greeted and peaked him head into our bedroom. "You up yet?"

"No," I grumble sleepily from where I was snuggled up in blankets. "I don't want to get up."

"But you have to get up," Evan retorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today's the day! We're finally gonna get to meet our little munchkin!"

"Please stop calling the baby that," I beg. "I'm only excited for today because we'll finally give the baby a name, and then you don't have to use that ridiculous nickname."

"You secretly love it," Evan teased and leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Now come on and get up. We've gotta be at the hospital in like an hour."

"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "All right. I'll get ready then."

"How are you not as excited as me right now?" Evan asked. "I'm freaking out!"

"I am excited, honey. Seriously," I assure him and send a small smile his way. "I'm just not excited for this surgery."

"I get that," Evan confessed and put his face down by my swollen stomach. "You just had to make things difficult, didn't you?"

"Babies are breech all the time, Ev," I notify him. "It's actually pretty common. But I'm glad the date is finally here because in a few months I can get back to work!"

Evan laughed. "You and your work, Y/n. You're a workaholic!"

"I'm not a workaholic. I just love my job!" I defend.

I was working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51 on Squad 3 when Evan and I had met. He had worked with Violet on Ambulance 61 for a few shifts while Sylvie was off in Oregon visiting Matt. We hit things off right away, and the rest was history. I hadn't been able to work on Squad 3 since I found out I was pregnant, so it's been about 9 months. Luckily, Chief Boden let me work in the office with Kylie so that I could still be around everyone.

"I know you do, Y/n," Evan confirmed and hopped off the bed. "I've got all of the hospital bags downstairs by the door, so as soon as you're ready, we can head to the hospital."

In no time, I was all dressed and got myself situated in the passenger seat of the car. Evan loaded the rest of our things into the backseat, and within half an hour, I was set up in my hospital room in the labor and delivery wing of Chicago Med. I was on my phone when Evan walked in with the ice chips I had asked for, and he set them down on the tray next to my bed.

"Thanks," I murmur and continuing typing away at the keypad on my phone.

"Who are you texting?" Evan inquired.

"I was texting my mother that we got to the hospital. But then Stella texted the group chat with me, Sylvie, and Vi, and now they're blowing it up with messages on how excited they are to meet the baby. The amount of emojis being used right now...." I trailed off and placed my phone on the table next to me. "I need a break."

"I think I can provide a distraction from that. Since the moment's finally here, what do you think? Boy or girl?" Evan posed.

"I know that you and all of the guys at 51 want it to be a boy," I bring up. "And the fact that your side of the family is mostly guys only helps with that."

"But?" Evan prompted.

"But nothing. I'd be happy with either," I admit. "I think a girl would be easier, especially if I'm gonna be doing this whole parenting by myself for the first few months."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan interrupted. "What gave you the idea that you'd be doing this all alone?"

"Well I just figured that it'd be hard for you to take all that time off," I reason.

"Y/n, you and I are in this together. I already put in time off for the first week after the baby is born, and after that I'll only be going in 3 days a week instead of 5 with shortened hours," Evan informed me.

"You're the best, Ev. I love you," I say and lean over to peck his lips.

"I love you too," Evan returned. "Not get some rest. You're gonna need it. That means you too, munchkin."

A Few Hours Later........

"You doing okay?" Evan asked from where he was seated next to my head in the operating room.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'm good. Are you okay? You look like you're about to start bouncing off the walls."

"I might just do that," Evan revealed jokingly as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Suddenly, it felt like a huge pressure was lifted off of me, and then crying pierced the air.

"Congratulations you guys. You're now the parents of a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced.

"Did you hear that, Y/n? We have a son," Evan gushed.

"You do. And he's beautiful," the nurse told us and placed the baby on my chest.

"He's got your nose, Ev," I note as I held the baby against me.

"That he does," Evan agreed and pressed a kiss to my head.

The next hour or so was a blur. The rest of the surgery went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in the recovery room excited to spend time with our newborn. The nurse wheeled our son into the room and placed him into my arms, and the baby cooed softly.

"You guys have a beautiful son," the nurse asserted.

"Thank you. Um, our co-workers and family are waiting for a name and a picture," Evan claimed and held up my phone. "They can't come in until after work. Would you mind taking a picture for us?"

"I would love to," the nurse responded and took my phone. As soon as she took the picture, the nurse handed the phone back to Evan and excused herself from the room.

"All right dad. Here you go," I offer and pass him our baby in exchange for my phone. "I know you've been dying to hold him."

"Hey munchkin," Evan greeted softly and rocked the baby back and for.

"Evan, we agreed that once the baby was born you wouldn't call him that," I lecture.

"Sorry," Evan apologized and stared down at the baby lovingly. "Hey, James. Welcome to the world buddy."

As Evan was busy gushing over the baby, I was typing out a text message to all of Firehouse 51. They were very impatient, so I figured I should do this now rather than later. I sent the picture that the nurse had just taken, and below it I typed out a text before hitting send.

"Welcome the newest addition to the Firehouse 51 family, James Christopher Hawkins."

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[changingplumbob]

Come meet the neighbours!

Keira and Marta have moved to San Sequoia, and live in a residential rental. There are six units so I thought I would introduce who lives where. Keep in mind, the Romero household is the only one I will be actively playing. I'll reblog this when I end up playing them this rotation but wanted to share what I've been working on the past few days.

I'm only showing the living spaces for all of them but they have 1 to 3 bedrooms and 1 to 2 bathrooms.

1 Dockyard Way Units - The Hanks Unit

Dr Xander Hanks and fiance Marissa Montgomery

Guess who? I finally got around to putting Dr Hanks in the world. I gave him a fiance who is as profession focused as him. She's in the business career so will be Eliza's coworker. They are engaged but not in a rush to marry, and don't plan on kids anytime soon. Good thing to as the unit is a 1 bedroom.

2 Dockyard Way Units - The Romero Household

Keira Foster and Marta Romero

Here are my happily engaged girlies. No interior shots until their rotation though because spoilers. If you are unaware Keira is moving here to work at the Marine Life Institute as a marine biologist. Marta is a part time barista and is working on planning their wedding.

3 Dockyard Way Units - The Staples' Unit

Stefan and Margarita Staples with their twin boys Oli and Vernon

Oh look it's my For Rent testing family! I missed y'all, couldn't leave you behind! Have fun in the background my darlings. Stefan is a gym trainer while Margarita works from home as an accounting assistant. The infants are of course infants.

4 Dockyard Way Units - The Wiley Unit

Wyatt Wiley and his wife Tianna

Two sims uploaded to the gallery by SimzZilla, aged up to elders. Wyatt and Tianna have been married for so long that they don't bother wearing their rings anymore. Deciding not to have kids the couple spent their life between work and travel. Now retired they are ready to forge some connections.

5 Dockyard Way Units - The Bolton's Unit

Marjorie Bolton with her husbands Sergio and Joaquin, and their cat Ginger

Yes you did read that right, it was not a typo. These sims were part of my rotations at the start, way before I even dreamed of posting the story anywhere, but I was finding the guys careers boring so moved them to the back benches. Marjorie is a 2 star techie, in the same career path as Joey. She fell for both Joaquin and Sergio and luckily for her, the men ended up falling for each other along the way. Joaquin is a 3 star celeb DJ while Sergio is a style influencer. Ginger the cat is basically their child but with a 3 bedroom unit they're not opposed to expanding their family with either humans or more cats.

6 Dockyard Way Units - The Ali's Unit

Harper and Lawrence Ali with son Roger, daughter Paola and cats Rudy and Minnie

I had these sims for testing... well I've tested a bunch of stuff with them. The blurb below them says MagicBlueDragon but I'm looking through my library and can't see them individually. We'll just say Harper and Lawrence were originally made by MagicBlueDragon to be safe.

Haven't set up too much here but I will say Kelly will find an enemy in Roger despite him not appearing on screen for this chapter. You'll read why tomorrow, or your today depending on timezones.

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #show us your builds #BuildOrReno #Honestly didn't believe I could build all this #proud of me a little bit

[humblemooncat]

Aegir Carawesfv; Limsan Axe-for-Hire, and begrudging Warrior of Light

Basics

Name: Aegir (EYE-geer) Carawesfv Race: Veena Viera Gender: Male (He/Him) Height: 5'10 Age: 73 Eye Color: Amber/Orange Hair Color: Brown > Light brown ombre Canon Classes: WAR (Main) (More to be added) Data Center/Server: Crystal, Coeurl Chocobo Name: Salt Relationship Status: Single (Might reserve for shipping with others, but NPCs always blindside me so we'll see. xD) Sexuality: Gay Personality: Perpetually tired, no nonsense kind of guy. Generally pretty chill unless he's on the job or doesn't care for the company around him. Takes a while to warm up to folks, but once he does, that is exactly what he is; Warm. All tired half-smiles and gentle voices / touches.

Backstory

Born and raised just outside of Limsa Lominsa, on a little farm in Cedarwood. Son of a veena farmer, and a rava wanderer (his father, whom he never got to meet because viera men tend to just fuck off into the sunset)

Aegir spent most of his life working the land with his mother, but when she fell ill, he picked up an axe to help raise more money to keep them afloat. It took a few moons, but she eventually felt better and better. And soon she was back out on the fields again. However, she noticed Aegir's attitude shift when he told her of his adventures as a sellsword, and urged him to pursue it further and go out into the world.

It took some coaxing, but he soon picked up his axe and headed into the city proper to learn how best to wield it.

Just some bare-bones characterization for the boy before I get into the story with him. I'm sure this will shift as I play, but it's good enough to go off of for now. <3

Enjoy learning more about my sweet caramel bunny.

#Aegir #Backstory #I need to make him an aesthetic as well #at some point #with warm tones #and caramel #and honey #and campfires #and the sea #because they fit him perfectly #In fact #his name means ocean/sea #and his surname means “friend” “guardian” #which I think is pretty fitting for a tank main

[krissneedsleep]

Hanahaki (Long One) (Part 1)

Soap gets the flowers of red and then of blue. He informs Price and tells him to kill him as Soap doesn't want to confess or wait until 4th stage.

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

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Soap wakes up coughing for a while and  it doesn't stop until it did. He looks at his hand and sees petals.

Scared to have the same as his birth mother he quickly got out of bed and ran to his bathroom. He turns on the lights and looks at the mirror.

His tattoos on his shoulder went up to his neck and sees no blood on his face. He looks at his hand. Red petals of roses.

' Simmy.' he thought. He placed the petals on the sink counter and turned the lights off and went to his desk and grabs his phone.

' Don' make me regret this, Vladimir .' he dialed a number and called it.

" Hello?" Came form the other side as they picked up.

" Dad. What can you tell me of mum before she got cured?" Soap asks his birth parent.

"Which one, Ivanka?" He asks.

"The flower one." He reluctantly told him.

" Why? Do you have a friend who has it or..? " He sounds concerned.

" I have it, dad."   " Oh my. Ivan... There's 5 stages. And since you are serving in the military I strongly suggest you to tell your captain."

" Dad."  " I know. I know. Your mother only told me after 3rd stage. She told me the first stage is when you only cough up the petals which lasts a month before 2nd stage and it's the same but with blood."

" ... And the 3rd?"   "Third is where you couch up blood and closed flower heads, and when the flowers starts to grow in your lungs. I researched for 4th which is opened flower heads and blood while the flowers starts to grow on your skin." 

Soap sits on his floor.

"The 5th is when you fall into a coma and die after 2 weeks." Soap's dad tells him. "Go inform your captain, Ivanka. Please?"

"Will do. Talk to ya soon." Soap said wanting to cry.

"Goodbye son. You can cry and then tell him." His dad says. " Hope the person is just like me when she confessed."

They both laugh a little. " Good thing you have added a  bit more detail. Without it I'd be more scared."

"Who knows maybe she or he is just like me and didn't notice it, yet." Soap  could hear the smile. " But at last. I'll talk to you later as I have a meeting soon."

The two of them hung up and Soap stood up. He put on a shirt and shorts, put his phone in his pocket and walked out of his room to go see Price.

He didn't care that it was 3 in the morning, he got Infront of his Captain's quarters and nocks on the door.

Grumbles could be heard as the captain is a light sleeper. The door opens enough to see the man in underwear.

"Soap? What the hell are ya doing here? It's 3 am!"  Price tell him.

"Hav've problem." Soap tell him. "Important." He couldn't say more unless he wants to break down crying.

Price noticed it. " Wait here I'll go out on some clothes on and then we'll go to my office." And closed the door.

Soap could hear Nick in Price's room saying something along the lines of " where you going" and " come back to bed".

Price got out of his room and walked with Soap to his office.

Price opened the door and let Soap enter first before closing it.

"So? What's seems to be the problem, son?" Price asks.

"Hana'haki, Capt'n." Soap tells him. "I've got it."

Price shocked, looks at Soap, pits his hands on the side of the other's arms and looks a bit down on him (literally. Soap is short).

"And who knows other than me?" His face filled with worry. " And I'll get the paperwork for it filled."

Soap eyes started to get watery. " My birth fa'her. I called him when I found out today. " Voice broken as he wants to cry.

John took Johnny into his arms patting Johnny's back as he cries.

Foe a while they stay in the same position. Johnny raised his head as John let's go of him.

"Sit. Let's figure it out shall we ?" He says to the other.

Johnny sits down on the chair as John took the papers out and started writing the information.

' Hanahaki patient - John" Soap" Ivanka August MacTavish.

Age - 27

Flower(s) - red rose

Person of interest -  Simmy.   '

"Who's Simmy exactly?" Price asks, looking up from the paper.

"Someone I use to know." They both realize, that Johnny can't confess to his crush at all if they can't meet up. " Don't tell the team ?"

"I won't. Don't worry. Once you get to stage 4 I'll give you a suicidal mission. Alright?" John gave the other his iconic smile.

"Thanks capt. "      "You're welcome, Johnny."

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5: 30 am Ghost got to the kitchen of the place and sees Johnny with John and Nick.

Soap made a batch of coffee while Money Bags made tea for the Brits. Nick was just there to hangout.

"Morning Simon." Price spoke.

"Morning. Here' tea." Soap gave Simon his cuppa and Simon gladly accepted.

" Why are you lot awake at this time?" Simon asks after his first sip of tea.

"Nothing much. Soap woke me up to talk about something."

"Woke up because of Soap waking up Price." -Nik

"Canae sleep."

Simon nods as he listened. He went and grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal for breakfast.

"Gonna ma'e some pankaek for Garry, Kyl and miself. Anyone want?" Soap asks.

"I'd like some." Nick spoke up. Soap got a bowl and a pan.

Price walked out of the room with Ghost letting the two of them make some pannkooke(Estonian for pancakes).

At 6 am Gaz and Roach woke up and got to the kitchen to some Soap made pancakes.

Gaz was reluctant at first because Soap never made food before, to his knowledge. Roach, however, gladly took a plate full of 70 pancakes and some maple syrup with butter, sat down and devoured it.

When Roach didn't say anything bad about it and Nick took some, Gaz finally took some and ate it.

"Soap. Continue to make pancakes every morning from now on." Gaz tells the other.

"I alway do." Soap looks at Gaz. "How d'you no' notice the  pankaeks tha' Roach has on his plate Evey mornin'?"

Gaz looks at him dumfounded. " You make pancakes every morning? And I get none!?"

"Aye. Now eat before Roach take's yours. "

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"Ghost hide you got 7 on you." Soap informed over comms.

"Thanks Soap." Ghost replied. "I got an other one for ya."

"Shoot." Soap looks at where Price is. "Cap teach can at your left with two."

"D'you know why Americans are bad at chess?" Ghost spoke over comms.

"Why?"  He looks back at Ghost. " Your clear."

"Because they got no towers."

Gaz and Price chuckles and Soap smiles. "Very funny."

"A little humour hurts no one, Johnny." Soap could hear Ghost's smile

Soap cut his comms off and chough up petals. This time red and blue.  He turned his comms back on.

"Price, red and blue. Behind you."

"... Thanks. Ghost update." Price took down two guards.

"All quiet. Graves's shadows are nowhere to be heard or seen."

"Gaz?"

"Got two at back gate." Gaz replied. " Though their dead."

"Soap anything from Laswell?" Price got worried.

Soap coughed up more petals before answering " laws hadn't told me anything since the mission started."

Price got way more worried. " Hm. Ghost, Gaz go back to find Laswell and Roach. Soap Move with me."

"Yes captain." Came from the other three.

Ghost and Gaz got to the extraction point for Nick to grab them home.

Ghost and Gaz cut off their comms and went to find Laswell and Roach, hoping their base wasn't attacked.

"Soap. Update?" Price asks concerned.

"Changed rooftops. I can clearly see ya. Bug on left." Soap answered.

"The petals, Soap." Price killed the man.

"... Someone else. There's two of them." Soap sees a man approaching him. "Gotta move again." And so he did. Soap got his stuff and moved a few roofs away, killing a few.

He decided to be more near Money Bags than just stay on the high ground. (No no references!!)

"Dad?" He sees his father behind Price, holding a gun.

Price can hear Soap over comms ,and can see him in the 5th floor of the apartment Infront of him.

Soap calls his dad, the man behind him. He picked up the phone. " Do not kill him." Soap told him.

"Sorry Ivanka, but he's part of the enemy." Price heard over comms and behind him.

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Roach took down one of many intruders in the info room as he was protecting Laswell and the shit they got.

"Ro-ach?" Laswell tried to talk but she got stabbed and was loosing a lot of blood.

"No, don't move or talk. You're injured." Roach took down the tenth man. He closed the door and blocked it with three chairs and a desk.

He ran to Laswell.

"Don't worry. I'm here, don't fall asleep Please."

"Me-medic k-kit." Laswell spoke. Roach ran to the medic kit and ran back. He opened it and searched through it.

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Ghost sees around 10 men outside in the wrong uniform. "Gaz. Try to reach Laswell and Roach."

Gaz went on his comms, tried for a while as Ghost thought of a plan.

"Nothing. Only white noise." Gaz look at the lieutenant. "Must be blocking our signals."

"Hmm. We need a way in, look around, kill, find them and get out/ take back our base."

"Front gates are blocked. Back door is open." Gaz noticed. "We could go from back to front if we had more men and attack the front at the same time."

"... We also need a refill of ammo. Here's the plan." Ghost looks at Gaz. " We go from the back to the armoury while also finding Roach and Laswell then only them two. Okay?"

"Your the man. Let's go."

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Roach felt like something was in his throat and wanted to come out. He took off his mask and coughed for a bit and said thing came out onto his hand and saw petals of purple and red.

"Laswell?" Roach looks at her. "Laswell!?" She wasn't moving. "Kate! No no nonononononononono! Kate wake up!" He takes her body in his arms. "Please... Don't leave me..." and started to cry.

Someone behind the door screaming before a bang and someone else tried to open the door.

"Shit it's blocked." Roach recognises the voice. "Ghost?"

"Gaz!?" Roach spoke up. "Ghost!?"

"Roach! Hey buddy!" Ghost replied. "Could ya help us?" 

Roach looks at Laswell before answering. "Give me a moment!" He looks for a pulse and after finding one very faint he placed Laswell away from the door and attacked the pile by taking stuff off and putting them away. 

The door opens and Roach hugs them both.

"Laswell!" Gaz broke off pf them to run to Laswell. "What happened?" Asked thinking she'd reply.

"Some guy stabbed her. We got here and I had to kill 10 of them as they wanted some files." Roach walks towards them. "Blocked the door so no one can kill us and steal our stuff." Ghost closes the door. "Her pulse is faint." 

"That's bad." Gaz says. "I could do an imitate small surgery." 

"Do so. I'll go grab the other med-kit." Ghost replied. "Roach. Door."

Roach went on and blocked the door again.

"Laws, stay awake. Please." Gaz took Ghost's knife and cut her shirt that covered the wound. "Blood type?"

Roach took Laswell's arm and looks for the medical tag. "O positive(?)."

"She'll need blood transfusion." Gaz says. "Any of you o positive?" Ghost shakes his head, no.

Roach went to a dead solder. "Dose cold work?" He asks.

"I guess? I hope so with what your thinking." Gaz replied while Roach searched the solders.

"O positive!" He dragged the man to them and Gaz started to do a transfusion after checking the dead man's tags of anything.

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"You kill him, I'll kill you." Soap told the man behind Price's back.

"Oh Ivanka. You are better than these humans." Makarov turns the safety off. "Come with me instead."

Soap hung the phone back. He went away from the window, got to the stairs and got out of the building, Gun pointed at Makarov's back.

"Price, take your gun out." Soap told him now near them both.

Makarov raises his hands and dropped his gun while Price took his out and grabs the fallen weapon. 

to be continued

Where I got it from:

#john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gary sanderson #gary roach sanderson #john price #cod ghost #cod au #ghostroach #ghostsoap #ghostsoaproach #soaproach #soapghostroach #kate laswell #vladimir makarov

[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings:Aemond Targaryen × OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language(more will be added later on, gotta come up w it first)

Multiple Chapters

Next chapter/s: 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/ copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/n: Last time I posted on here was eons ago, can't believe I'm back. Anyhoo, I want to see that twat Aemond get his ass kicked by a hot demon chick who just so happens to be from Asshai (Gawd, I love that place sm)

"And where is she?"

"Your Grace, no one has seen her since her arrival. Nor has anyone seen her men".

"I have heard tales of the Asshai'i ,they're an odd people. Live by their own means"

She didn't ever hear her lord husband's words. Queen Alicent scanned the throne room once more, in hopes of spotting her son's betrothed somewhere in the crowd. She could see the young prince's face in the corner of her eye, cocky grin on his face. Nothing but a mask, something to hide the anger that was bubbling inside. Alicent knew her son well. He was not happy with the news of the betrothal his mother had arranged for him. Surprisingly, he consented. As stubborn as he was, he knew it would be for the best to have Asshai as an ally. And yet, he couldn't help it but feel annoyed at this scene his betrothed was causing. The Targaryens hosting an entire feast in honor of the union and the other half wasn't even present.

"Ser Criston, send out a search party. Find them and have them brought here immediately."

"At once, Your Grace."

"That won't be necessary, Ser Criston. Alicent, that's enough. We cannot insult our guests like that, especially not our soon-to-be daughter-in-law. We'll wait."

Viserys didn't understand. Or simply did not care.

"My husband, they are insulting us! First they do not present themselves at court, now they refuse to attend the feast. What will the people say once they hear our own son's betrothed would dare show such disrespect not only to her future husband, but to us as well! To you, my King!" The Queen reasoned "We cannot have that, she must be brought here at once!"

King Viserys only shook his head. He would not have his wife spoil this feast by letting her have the Asshai'i dragged into the throne room as if they were some common criminals.

"Alicent, I said enough!"

"So...brother... Looks like you won't be meeting your betrothed any time soon, aye?" Prince Aegon delivered through hiccups and drunken laughter, patting his brother's shoulder in pretend consolation. "Such a shame, you didn't even get to meet her before she ran off..."

"You're drunk, you don't even know what you're saying."

"Well, of course I am drunk! I'm happy for you, brother! I want to celebrate your marriage! That's why we're all here, right? To celebrate!" Aegon's attention quickly turned to the young servant that was pouring more wine in his glass. After a few seconds of ogling the poor girl, he turned back to his brother "That is, if there's even going to be one."

Aemond had learned to ignore his older brother through the years. Very little of what he said had any meaning to it. However, that bastard could still land a hard blow from time to time.

"Not to worry, brother! I'm sure we'll find you something...eventually" Aegon bursted into a fit of giggles and more hiccups.

"Do not pay him any attention, brother. She will come" Helaena, their younger sister, offered with a warm, reassuring smile. "Stone melts and vines envelope the cold of the night. The bat's teeth shatter as it bites down."

Aemond offered a faint smile in return, while his brother rolled his eyes at his sister-wife's words. Aegon gulped down his almost full glass and signaled for the servant to pour him another one, then turned back to his brother.

"Save it, brother. I care not for anything you have for me."

"Fine, fine. I was j-just trying to chee-"

The loud music, the buzzing of the crowd and his family, his brother's meaningless chatter,it all dissappeared at once. Even his anger dissipated. The world around him quieted down as Aemond looked over to the main entrance.

There stood a stunning young woman, surrounded by about a dozen men. Her shimmering black dress was in total contrast with her ghostly complexion, hugging her figure perfectly. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes not moving to look at anyone or anything around her. Blood red lips moving ever so slightly, she was talking to the man on her left. If he weren't staring at her face, Aemond would've no doubt missed it. She was stunning.

Her men were all covered in black as well. The group stood out like a sore, gloomy thumb. Just like their lady, they were all staring ahead, blank faces and eyes not blinking. Ever.

Suddenly the prince could hear his brother's chatter again. But that was it. The music had died down, so had the crowd and the remainder of his family. Now they were all hushed whispers and wandering eyes.

"Lady Vessard of Asshai! The Ubiquitous Thorok Ainū! Master of Shadows!" Someone's voice stated for all to hear.

"Why is she alone?" The prince heard his mother whisper, seemingly to herself.

"Lady Vessard!" King Viserys rose to his feet, the rest followed. "I hope your journey was pleasant!"

"Indeed it was, Your Grace."

Her words could be heard through the entire throne room, her voice ringing off the high walls, tone flat and words firm. She was moving towards the table the royal family had been sitting at, at unnerving calmness. Her men following close behind.

"My Queen, my King."

"My lady! I'm glad to have you with us at last! We were starting to worry, no one had seen you since your arrival in the capital earlier this morrow." Queen Alicent said.

"Ah, yes." The young woman replied. It was obvious the Queen was expecting some sort of apology. She was not going to get it from her though. "My companions and I decided it'd be best we get familiar with the city, seeing as we'd be spending a large portion of our time here." The woman in front of them said just as calmly.

"I may be the drunk one here, brother, but at least I know I ought to stand up in the presence of a lady." Aemond heard a faint whisper coming from above him. He looked up at his brother. Then around the room. Everyone was on their feet. All except him. He was so smitten with this mysterious woman, the king's second born son didn't notice the people around him stand up as she approached.

Aemond slowly rose to his feet, his chair dragging on the floor with a screech. He winced mentally. The woman's eyes immediately turned to him. She didn't say a word, just stared. Two incredibly large, incredibly black eyes staring at his blue one. Still not blinking. As if they were drinking him up. The normally confident prince averted his gaze.

"Oh, yes-yes! I don't believe you've met my son..." the King began.

"No, I haven't." the woman interrupted. "Prince Aemond." She nodded her head.

Silence. Then a small nudge on his left. He spared his brother an annoyed glance, Aegon was practically shrugging his shoulders at him and the woman in front of them.

"My lady!" The Prince shot at her loudly. She knew his name, and yet he had not even the slightest of an idea who she was.

"It's good to meet you at last."

"Yes,yes it is."

By this point, the whole room was staring at the pair. Observing the rather awkward moment the two were sharing.

Her men's demeanor had changed completely however. Suddenly they were all smiles, all knowing eyes.

"My lady!"

"Prince Aegon. Princess Helaena." Small nod of her head. A smile towards their sister.

"We've heard tales of your beauty, my lady and I must admit they come nowhere near the truth!" Aegon said loud and clear, as if he had completely sobered up in less than a few minutes.

"You have?" She asked playfully, her gaze returning to the prince Aemond. Then they turned to the empty chair on his right.

"My lady" Aemond was quick to get the hint. He circled around the table and stopped in front of her, hand out. She was at least a foot shorter than him, long black hair and sharp, yet somehow soft features. The lady flashed him a toothy smile,dimple appearing on each side of her face. Long fingers found their way around his forearm.

Aemond walked them both over the table, while also trying to prevent himself from stumbling over his own feet. As he even so gallantly offered her the chair next to him, he took another look at the men that were escorting her. They hadn't moved an inch. The same smiles from before still plastered on their faces. The prince sat back down.

She looked at him and then at her men. With a short wave of her hand the dozen men in front of the table dissappeared in small puffs of black smoke, gasps from the people in the room following short after.

"Well, shall we have some music then?"

King Viserys said as he looked over at his son who was staring with amazement at his future wife. He had yet to learn of the true powers the Asshai'i possessed.

The throne room came back to life. The heavy air around them was no more. Aemond, even if not by much, felt slightly better than he did few moments before. Both in soul and mind. Like a heavy curtain he wasn't aware of previously, suddenly got yanked from in front of his face. Everything seemed brighter, even the music was louder than before. He could've swore he could make out the conversations of the people down below them.

"Oh, Prince Aemond..."

His head snapped towards her so fast, he winced a bit. He hoped it went unnoticed. It didn't.

"Yes, my lady?"

She let out a soft laugh. To him it came out as a song. One he'd love to hear over again and again.

"Seeing as we're soon to be wed, I think it best you call me by my name. Rebonna."

"Rebonna." Prince Aemond whispered to himself. Then he realized what he did. A blush crept up his face.

This did not go unnoticed by the lady either. She laughed again, her eyes lighting up a bit.

"Yes, Rebonna."

She smiled, red lips pulling back to reveal white, sharp teeth. Aemond offered a small smile in return. The young prince was so consumed by her mere presence, he missed how the light dissappeared from her eyes and how they darkened by a few shades. The fact that she hadn't blinked once through this whole encounter slipped his mind too...

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #sucker for hot demon ladies #really ooc for that dude #powerofblackmagicig #sueme #he just like me fr

[menelaiad]

hi! what are some of your fav menelaus headcanons??

oh anon you've done it now

tall. like. 6ft tall.

not broad. muscley and clearly strong. but leaner. aga and ajax and the like are certainly wider than him.

has been tall a long time. grew very fast. pissed of aga in the process. has a habit of curving his shoulders because of this. trying to appear shorter than he is.

a follower. hence the shoulder thing. he spent a lot of his formative years just. following aga. listening to aga. he was the second son. he wasnt set up for kingship or anything so he was kinda just left.

protected a lot by aga. i feel like menelaus' kinder nature was allowed to grow and flourish and wasnt CRUSHED by atreus because aga ... protected him. menelaus could be himself around aga.

ginger.

grew his hair fucking super long in sparta like the spartan men. even before the marriage to helen. because of the exile and tyndareus' kindness he just felt like sparta was home. so he kinda ... assimilated himself as soon as he could.

goes freckley in the sun.

he always makes a habit to use helen's name. not an epithet. or a title. her name is Helen.

due to not being prepped for kingship. menelaus can not read or write very well. if at all. he's even dictated to or gets people to write for him. after he became king he probably learnt the basics? but i feel all of atreus' energy went to aga (who also cant fucking read tbh)

i personally think menelaus was kinda ugly. or not like. conventionally handsome. but he's just such a nice freakin dude that people can't help but like him.

menelaus likes birds.

despite his. usually dormant nature. menelaus inherits atreus' anger. and it comes out in bursts. like strong. violent outbursts. like you see in book 3 with paris. when menelaus just drags him around and beats him. it's explosive and heated. it burns hot and dies just as quickly. but that is very atreus of him.

menelaus suffers from aches in his wrist after the paris fight and also he develops a limp from the wound in his thigh where he was shot with an arrow.

emotional. very emotional. with both the good and the bad. feels every emotion very strongly. feels others emotions (agaMEMNON in IOA) very strongly.

sharp features. sharp jaw. sharp nose. high cheekbones.

expressive as all hell. raises his eyebrows. makes faces. he is feeling things and his face will tell you what.

laughs a lot. not afraid to laugh and smile. smiles with his teeth a lot.

his smiles never quite reach his eyes but we'll move on from that.

develops a really close friendship with pat over the course of the war. that stems from them meeting at the suitor thing and they had lil chats then. often laments to him about how different things would be if helen had chose pat instead.

loses his fucking MARBLES when antilochus dies. i feel like the atreus anger would have come out again here.

after pat's death and him returning the body, achilles beats him to shit and menelaus doesn't fight back. he takes the blame ...... and the beating.

unintentionally always one of the funniest people in a room. is funny without even realising he's being funny. makes helen cry laughing several times.

i believe he was meant to marry clytemnestra. or at least that was the OG plan. they have a lot of fond yet awkward memories of each other.

blames himself for aga's death. and by extension - cly's.

iphigenia inherited the HOA red hair. watching her get sacrificed fucked him up tbh.

hermione is so SO SO important to him. especially as she was conceived around the whole 'sterile curse' thing in sparta. she is like a lil miracle to him.

honestly? can sometimes be a bit of a bitch.

gonna stop here cause that got REALLY long. but there's a handful of random ones that i wrote as they came into my head SDFGHJKL

#long post for ts /// #i have a lot of menelaus headcanons #like for his whole life #but here's a Taster #u know i love this man #someone: menela- #me: chats PURE WHAM for 147 hours #i also project onto menelaus and believe he has seizures #but that literally stems from 13 year old me projecting when i suffered my first seizre

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Movie 1: Broly (1/3)

At this point, all that's left for the 2023 DB Apocrypha Liveblog is the DBS Super Hero movie and the manga adaptation, which ought to be finishing up in the next couple of months. But I thought if I was going to cover the Dragon Ball Super movies, I should take a look at the first one, even though I went over it already back in 2019. But it seems like a shame to leave it out when I'm already doing the rest of Dragon Ball Super, and it's been four years, so maybe I'll have some new insights on the movie.

For example, I finally noticed that the title screen shows the gigantic full moon of Vampa, which is literally the first thing Broly sees when his space pod opens. I never picked up on that before, I guess because the moon is so big it takes up the entire view from the pod, and so it just sort of looks like an indistinct melange of background color. But yeah, this time around, I realized that Broly spent a lot of nights under this giant full moon, turning into an Oozaru every single time. No wonder he grew up so weird.

My plan here is to break the movie up into three parts. First we'll go through the flashback portion, then we'll get into Frieza's scheme to use Earth's Dragon Balls, and then we'll cover the big fight at the end. Sound good? Okay, let's get going.

We start in the past, which the movie calls "41 years ago," but that doesn't sound quite right to me. I feel like it should be 44 or 45, but I've never taken the time to go through it. At any rate, this was around the time Goku and Vegeta were born, as we'll soon see.

In this time, the Saiyan kingdom on Planet Vegeta is a vassal state controlled by King Cold, who brings his fleet in for a visit. The Saiyans are disturbed and irritated by their grandiose arrival. One ship just plows through a building, for example. But there's nothing King Vegeta III can do about it. He goes out to meet King Cold, who won't even give him a handshake, and just tries to keep him happy. As it turns out, Cold is only here to introduce his son, Frieza. Cold's retiring, and Frieza will be put in charge of Cold's forces.

Frieza says he has "special expectations" of the Saiyans, and he presents them with 500 new "Scouters", which are pretty old hat in DBZ, but in this flashback they're cutting-edge technology. Up to this point, the Cold Force has been using bulky "Scout Scopes", but these do all the same stuff and are small enough to wear on your face. They also double as communicators. Frieza notices Saiyan snipers training weapons on him and he kills them all with ease, showing off the precision of the Scouters and his immense personal strength all at once.

After the Frieza Force takes their leave, King Vegeta takes solace in his son, Prince Vegeta, who's still growing in an incubation tank. King Vegeta believes that his son will grow up to become the mightiest Saiyan of all, powerful enough to topple Frieza and rule the universe instead.

But during his visit to the nursery, he notices another Saiyan infant and demands an explanation. The Saiyans test their infants for combat potential, and the ones with the highest scores are given special care and training as "Elite" warriors. But King Vegeta thinks this new baby, Broly, doesn't belong here. I don't get how he could tell that just by looking. There are lots of other incubation tanks in this room, and Prince Vegeta's is in the most prominent position, so it's not like Broly's mere presence here is some sort of affront. Maybe all the other babies here are part of the Vegeta Royal Family, and the king knows about all their births except for this one.

Let me go back to an earlier shot, when the king is heading out to meet King Cold. Before, I just wrote these other Saiyans off as advisors, or high-ranking officials, but they could be blood relations, too. Saiyans age pretty slowly, so for all we know, that's King Vegeta's dad on the right there, with the mohawk. And maybe that's King Vegeta's grandfather on the left, still alive after all this time.

I mean, they're probably more likely to be cousins and uncles and such, sure. You'd think King Vegeta I & II would be long dead this far into Vegeta III's reign, but maybe it doesn't work that way. Maybe they turned over the crown once their heir surpassed them in power, and remained at court to provide counsel. That seems to be how King Cold and Frieza work, anyway.

Anyway, my point is that the Saiyans practiced a strict-but-backward form of eugenics, trying to selectively breed better warriors by testing them from infancy. The ones who test well get all the perks and privileges, and the ones who test exceptionally well are no doubt married into the royal family, so that the ruling class will be guaranteed to have the most powerful individuals. And under this system, the crown prince ought to have the greatest power level of all. So when King Vegeta comes into this nursery, it's basically a family reunion, except for this new kid, who's merely the son of one of his officers.

The Saiyans who work in the nursery try to explain that Broly tested incredibly high, even higher than the record-setting Prince Vegeta, but when they measure him again, the equipment explodes. Then they scan him again and get a rating only half as impressive as what they got the first time around. So Broly's readings are erratic, to say the least.

This lady, Nion, who seems to be in charge of the place, explains that Broly is still exceptional, any way you slice it. With the proper training, she thinks he might become the next Legendary Super Saiyan. King Vegeta takes no comfort in that thought.

Soon, King Vegeta prepares to have Broly sent into space, and Paragus, Broly's father, barges into the throne room to object. Saiyans do send their babies to conquer other planets, but this is normally done with only the weakest of their children, the ones who test the lowest and are deemed unfit for even the least of Saiyan resources. But Broly tested well, and yet Vegeta is sending him to Vampa, a planetoid with no resale value whatsoever. It doesn't make sense to toss away Broly's great potential, but King Vegeta sees Broly as a risk. In his estimation, Broly is a freak of nature, maybe even a mutant. And if he's allowed to grow up and loses control of himself, his power might make him a threat to the entire universe. At least this way, he gets to survive in isolation.

But Paragus doesn't buy it, and accuses King Vegeta of being jealous. Broly tested higher than the prince, and now he's trying to cover up the truth. But it doesn't matter much, since Broly's space pod is already set for launch. Paragus smashes through a window to get a spaceship to follow him.

And maybe King Vegeta has a point in all of this, but the whole dilemma beautifully illustrates the folly of the Saiyan child-rearing tradition. King Vegeta had at least three Super Saiyans born during his reign. But the only one he was willing to support was his own son, because he's the only one who was "supposed" to become that powerful. Goku turned out to have the exact same potential, but he tested poorly at birth, so he was written off as a low-class. Then you have Broly, who actually tests really, really well as a baby, but without the "benefit" of the eugenics practices. Broly had the test scores without the noble bloodline, and for that, King Vegeta writes him off as "abnormal". Well who's to say Prince Vegeta isn't abnormal?

And when you look at it that way, it's not hard to imagine why the Legendary Super Saiyan only appears once every thousand years. It's not because it takes that long for a Saiyan to be born with that kind of power; it's because the Saiyan population is so hostile to anyone who displays that kind of promise. So even if there's lots of Saiyans with the potential, it takes a thousand years for one of them to overcome the Saiyans' bullshit.

As Paragus hightails it out of the Vegeta system, another Saiyan named Beets tags along. He tries to convince Paragus to turn back, but Paragus won't be swayed. He plans to follow Broly to Vampa, rescue him, and then train him on some other planet. One day, he and Broly can take revenge on King Vegeta, but in the meantime he promises to allow Beets to return home after he drops Paragus and Broly off some place.

A lot of fans really like Beets, in part for shipping purposes, but also I think he just has some appeal as a lower-tier worker who's not even a fighter. He offers a fresh perspective on the Saiyans, who used to be largely defined by Raditz's edgelord rhetoric in the early episodes of DBZ. But this movie shows us a lot of "regular" Saiyans who care about their children, or work ordinary jobs that don't involve plundering alien worlds.

For my part, I'm more into the Saiyans who work the nursery. Beets is all right, but he doesn't have that big a role in this movie, so Beets fans can have him. Give me Nion, please. Rrrrlll! She can measure my power level, if you know what I mean. Wait, what do I mean? I dunno. Let's move on.

The problem with Paragus' scheme is that he's in such a hurry to find Broly that he crashes the ship on Vampa. Then he forces Beets to help him locate Broly because he's afraid Beets might try to take off and leave them. Beets says he would never do such a thing, but Paragus knows that Saiyans have a well-deserved reputation for treachery. More on that later.

Vampa's wildlife seems to consist entirely of giant bugs and even bigger green furry monsters. The bugs drink the blood of the monsters, who then eat the bugs. I think there must be more to it than this, but that's all Paragus and Beets see in this scene. Life is harsh on Vampa.

They finally find the boy in a cave, where he's eating from the carcasses of dead creatures. He freaks out when Paragus tries to get him, but Paragus just squeezes his tail to calm him down. As he does, he notices that Broly's clothes are baggy, which suggests that he must have gone ape some time after arriving on this planet. The scout scope shows Broly has a power level of 920, which is higher than Beets, but still not enough to kill all these alien monsters, so he must have turned into a giant ape to do it.

And this isn't hard to see happening, since the big full moon was the first thing Paragus and Beets noticed when they got here. They knew to avoid looking at it for too long, since they would have lost control of themselves if they transformed, but Broly's fresh out of the incubation tank. I'm not even sure he can talk yet.

So they found the kid, so now they can leave, right? Wrong. The ship was damaged in the crash, and Beets can't fix it or radio for help. There's only enough supplies for ten days, so Paragus shoots Beets to make it last longer. And this is where the whole "whoever heard of a trustworthy Saiyan?" thing is sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Maybe Beets was trustworthy, but he got betrayed and killed before it would matter. The Saiyans aren't treacherous by nature, it's just that the treacherous ones kill the good ones and end up dominating the culture.

We then flash forward five years. Paragus and Broly have been long forgotten, and Frieza has summoned all the Saiyans back to Planet Vegeta. Bardock finds the order suspicious, especially when he sees Frieza's flagship orbiting Planet Vegeta. Why gather the Saiyans together at all? If he has special orders for them, he could just communicate them over the radio. It doesn't add up, but Bardock thinks this might be Frieza looking for a way to wipe out the Saiyans. King Cold subjugated the Saiyan people, and Frieza inherited them from Cold, but Frieza has always held the Saiyans in contempt, and the Saiyans have never liked Frieza either. And in the last few years, Frieza's non-Saiyan forces have grown larger, which makes the Saiyans more expendable than ever before. So maybe this is a plot to wipe them all out in a single stroke. But he's still not sure...

... until one of his buddies mentions that Frieza's men have been asking around about the Super Saiyan Legend. That convinces Bardock that he's on to something. But even if he's right, what can he do about it?

Not much, but he has an idea. When Bardock goes home, he asks his wife about their son, Raditz. He's been sent into space with Prince Vegeta, so they're off-world. As for their second son, Kakarot, he's almost due to come out of his incubation tank. Unlike the elites, Kakarot is a low-class, so he gets a tank, but it's just sitting in the middle of his parents' house, without the technical staff on duty to maintain it. Bardock intends to steal a space pod and send Kakarot to a planet called "Earth", where he can survive whatever Frieza is planning to do next.

Gine hates that idea. Given Kakarot's low-class status, he would probably be shot into space as an infiltration baby no matter what, but she doesn't want to do it right after he gets out of the incubation tank. He can't even talk yet. But Bardock thinks Frieza is afraid of a legendary Super Saiyan rising up to oppose him. That's why Frieza has summoned all the Saiyans to Planet Vegeta. He means to wipe them all out, now, before any of them can become powerful enough to defy him later.

I really love Gine's reaction to this, because to her, the Super Saiyan is just a story, and yet Bardock is saying Frieza will commit genocide over it. It makes sense to us because we saw Goku clobber Frieza on Namek, and then Trunks chopped him in half, and so on. But to Gine this is beyond absurd. This is like hearing that Biden's going to start World War III because he's afraid of Bigfoot.

"The Super Saiyan? But that's just some dumb fanfic!"

"I know, but Frieza read the whole thing and thinks its real. He left kudos on it and everything."

"It doesn't even have Beets in it! What's the point of a fanfic where Beets isn't making out with every character?!"

"I know, Gine. The guy isn't interested in Beets. I don't get it either."

"Well fuck that guy! If he'd written about Beets getting laid all the time, we wouldn't have to shoot my boy into space!"

Anyway, they do Bardock's plan, and discuss contingencies on their way to launch. If Bardock's wrong, he'll go out and fetch Kakarot at the earliest opportunity. Gine suggests they all flee together, but Bardock says that won't work. Frieza would just hunt them down with Scouters, so Kakarot's best chance to survive is to go alone.

So they launch the pod, and Gine is understandably upset about all this. Bardock puts his hand on her shoulder, but that's about all he can do. If he's right, they're going to die soon.

And Bardock is right, because Frieza's already made up his mind to destroy Planet Vegeta. The tales of Super Saiyans and Super Saiyan Gods are nothing more than stories, with no historical basis. And while Frieza expected as much, he still has all the Saiyans in one place, ready to be destroyed. Besides, they're unruly by nature, and sooner or later, they'll cause him problems, so he's better off killing them here and now. It'll mean cutting his fighting force in half, but he's prepared to accept that loss, even if the Super Saiyan threat is remote.

And so he does the thing where he comes out of the ship and lights up his finger, etc. This moment has been shown multiple times over the decades, but I think this version is the most visually impressive. The colors look better, and we see more reaction shots from the Saiyans on the surface.

"Dammit, that hacky story is gonna get us all killed."

Bardock tries to stop it, but there's nothing he can do. I never really thought about it this way, but it is kind of ironic how Frieza was going to do this no matter what, and yet he was still curious enough about the Super Saiyan Legend that he sent guys down to the planet to ask around about it. If he hadn't done that, then Bardock probably wouldn't have realized what Frieza was up to, and he never would have sent Kakarot to Earth.

And so, the Super Saiyan Legend actually saved Kakarot, allowing him to become the next Super Saiyan, and bring Frieza's fears to reality. Interesting stuff.

Anyway, what really makes this scene so great is the way Frieza waches the planet explode, and the scouter has a real-time count of Planet Vegeta's population, which rapidly dwindles to zero.

And that about wraps things up for this part of the movie. We cut to some other planet where Prince Vegeta and Raditz are. Vegeta chose to ignore Frieza's recall order, which ended up saving all their lives. The boys are with three Saiyan men, including Nappa, and they think they might be the only Saiyans left alive. Raditz recalls his mother sending him a message about shooting baby Kakarot into space, but he doesn't care much, since Kakarot was a weakling anyway. Vegeta also has a brother, but he doesn't know or care what happened to him.

And that's all for now. Next time, we'll flash forward to the present day.

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball super #dragon ball super: broly #broly #paragus #goku #vegeta #raditz #bardock #gine #beets #king vegeta #nion #frieza #king cold

[rulersreachf4n]

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A highly self-indulgent fic where I put Leo, Future!Leo, and TurtleTot!Leo in the same room until they hug (8/?)

In The Bat Of An Eye by criscris

After getting out of the prison dimension Leo notice something really weird is going on with him and his ancestors help him out. Keep in mind that red eared sliders have this thing that they do and they feel the vibrations to know whats going on, Leo has that but times that by ten (10/?)

Dangerously Yours by xquseme

A life-changing event doesn’t have to occur through the endangerment of one’s livelihood, or through placing another’s trust at stake. It could start off with an accidental shoulder brush. Leo was going to strangle that samurai the next time he sees him (5/?)

I May Be Invisible But I Still Look Good by Danny

Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.) (16/17)

StarBlind by WeirdNCrazy

There was a lot of mutagen and other sharp objects being dangerously launched around as Baron Draxum lair got destroyed. What would happen if some of that got into a certain Red Eared Slider eyes? Well it would make for one blind turtle and an interesting shift from canon that what it would be! (35/?)

Deep Purple Thoughts And Realizations by NightFox 5/?

The Neon Void by sugarpastels (17/26)

Unwanted Emotional Feedback by MonkeyMindScream 9/?

Where The Stars Show Us The Inevitable by Surmie 32/?

‘Cause Blue’s Your Favorite Color by CrypticPaw 8/10

In Sickness And In Health by Screwed_up_Screwball 10/?

Slipped Between Broken Fingers by Screwed_up_Screwball 3/4

Unforgotten Beast by bing_bongwater 6/?

Wrapped In Regret by Spooky_Vanilla 8/9

Blood Is Thicker Than Ooze by linkymew 27/?

Please Save Me by Madhero_IsWriting 5/?

For Leo’s Sake by leosmasktails 4/?

As Fate Would Have It by Viveela 8/10

Sons Of Big Mama by GingerNobody 3/?

Spider’s Web With Strings Attached by CurlySwirly 19/?

The Last Grain of Sand In The Hourglass by TjLockticon 15/21

We’ll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange 21/?

Muted Scales by Krazykoon 3/?

Like father like son by eternalglitch 26/?

Call Me Hear And I Will Appear by rbt_lvr 22/?

The Aftermath by starrcossrose 20/?

When Life Hits You by ThulianSins 5/?

A Thousand Miles Apart by hellofever 14/18

Blood Sacrifice by tei_to_tei 17/?

We Are Infinite by Celestron_oOo 31/?

Don’t Hiss Me Off by LuckydrawR 13/?

Wake Me Up When It’s All Over by thatpanguy 6/?

Fuck It We Barn by butterfilledpockets 13/?

You Are My Comfort by yris_latteyi 22/27

Worlds Apart by ash_kunoichi1925 51/?

His Smile Never Wavered by Br0ken B0nes 11/?

Life Transitions by purplefuzzysocks 31/?

The Glass Pawn by I_Logiphile 8/11

Prolonged Agony by TheArchetypeArchives 31/?

We'll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange 21/?

In The Bat Of An Eye by criscris (10/?)

Dangerously Yours by xquseme 5/?

The same little faces 8/?

Emphaty Amplified odd man out

B.E.A.S.T

Every Night the Longest Day

Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Tales of the Spirits

In Which Donnie and Leo Make

Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an

NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

Mystic Hands

Eldest Brother

Mutants Ninja Midlife Crisis

The Jersey Incident

The Call Back Home

Singing An Addolorato

The question is violence and the answer is pizza

We'll Meet Again Soon

Dagger from the Mirror

In Sickness And In Health 10/?

My rival is the waiter

Aftermath ItsJustKade

Trial and error

Cracks in the facade

Trust you enough to fall asleep

Unmaking

My Life Their Story

Little solider boy comes marching home

#masterpost #fanfic

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I should be working on my Punk!Steve thingy and I will but first I am running on enough caffeine to stop an elephant's heart and 3 hours of sleep and I had a ✨thought✨.

Son of Hades Steve but more Bianca di Angelo than Nico. He's charming and charismatic but even if people like him there's still that sense of Other and people fear what he's capable of (King Steve) and the stereotype that he's bad luck and not like other demigods and almost less human than them (relationship with Nancy and the bullshit scene). His parents know and his stepdad refuses to acknowledge him more than he needs to and his mom resents him for ruining her marriage even though she's the one who revenge cheated in retaliation for her husband sleeping with another secretary. So they send him to Camp Half Blood as soon as possible and he is there the majority of the year.

And

Son of Artemis Eddie. BECAUSE in many ancient civilizations the words/phrases we translate to virgin would be closer to unwed young woman rather than never slept with someone. Because Artemis has a lover, Orion but upon his death vows to never wed and declares herself a maiden/virgin goddess. So either like copying Athena in PJO or via the occasional ONS she has a handful of kids. We'll say for easiness sake she 99.9999% of the time has girls that she keeps as part of her hunters. The occasional .0001% that's a boy she sends to the father or the camp. Eddie was left on his father's doorstep in a soft grey woven bassinet and swaddled in silver cloth that seemed to glow with the light of the full moon. His dad isn't the best but once he was delivered Artemis didn't really check in with him and only finds out he'd been sent to his Uncle Wayne (who can see through the Mist) when one of her hunters who was working with CHB sees and recognizes him as a child of her Lady and reports back to Artemis. She claims him at the campfire the next full moon and he immediately starts calling only the Apollo kids cousins and they sort of adopt him as one of their own right back when he proves to be terrible at anything related to either his mother or uncle except taking care of kids (he is great at helping with little ones who are new to the camp or have to visit the infirmary) and/or animals, being the type to take little lost campers under his wing and a talent for music that would rival the most gifted of Apollo's cabin.

A la PJO style we meet our heroes around the ages 11-12, Steve had been in and out of the camp routinely since he was literally a toddler. He was found at daycare by a kind nymph who went by Claudia and her satyr toddler (Dustin 😏) and told the Harringtons about the camp. She did not expect them to basically send their 3 year old to boarding school most of the summer.

Dustin later found Eddie on his own since he was now technically 9 to Eddie's 12 but still physically pretty toddler looking it took some effort and Claudia had to intervene when she finally found her son and explain to the nice mortal man and his demigod nephew about Eddie being of Greek god descent and that with the rise of monsters trying to get at him already he should go to the camp for a bit to train. Dustin would stay at the camp with Eddie partially as punishment for running off and partially to help him acclimate and make sure Eddie was on time for when Claudia helped Wayne Iris message Eddie. Eddie is maybe 13 and been at camp for about a year when he gets claimed.

That's all I've got really besides Steve and Eddie try being friends cause they're both odd kids out w/who their parents are but it's a little out of nowhere after a year knowing of each other rather than knowing each other but also Steve has powers and charisma and that makes him worth hanging out with to majority of campers where Eddie can get kids to stop crying and is a Disney princess with how much animals like him. There's some animosity cause Steve is jealous Dustin is spending so much time with Eddie, especially when they and some of the other campers and younger satyrs discover DND and Eddie feels rejected cause they didn't click at all and his emotionally traumatized little ass made that Steve's fault. Till they're 16 and 17 and assigned a quest with Dustin as their satyr and third and they have to learn to get along and realize how much they have in common like the fear of what comes next when they age out of being campers and yeah Steddie happens and Dustin is smug.

Also Eddie learns completely by accident he can basically use music as a weapon DND bard style and he is way too happy about it and so pissed he didn't think of that sooner.

#yeah the ramblings of a madperson #a thing #this was longer than I meant it to be but oh well this is my fate #might do more later Idfk #steddie au #steddie brainrot #I'm going to pass out now #rambler writes