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Henry stood in a corner of the gym, his 13-year-old son, Ajax, by his side. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting the punching bag. Ajax watched in awe as his father demonstrated the art of boxing, his movements precise and powerful.
On the sidelines, Y/N, pregnant with their second child, watched with a mix of excitement and concern. Her mama bear instincts kicked in, as she observed every move, ready to step in if necessary.
Henry, sensing Y/N's protective gaze, turned to her with a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, love," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "We'll take it slow and make sure Ajax stays safe."
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving their son. She trusted Henry's expertise and knew he would prioritize their son's well-being.
Henry started with the basics, demonstrating the proper stance and footwork. Ajax listened attentively, mimicking his father's movements as best he could.
Y/N's heart swelled with pride as she watched Ajax's determination. She knew he had inherited Henry's passion for fitness and wanted to encourage his growth while keeping him safe.
As the lesson progressed, Henry guided Ajax through various boxing techniques, emphasizing the importance of control and discipline. Ajax absorbed his father's teachings like a sponge, eager to learn and improve.
Y/N, unable to contain her protective instincts any longer, stepped closer to the action. She watched every move, ready to intervene if Ajax showed any signs of distress.
Henry noticed Y/N's heightened concern and approached her, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Y/N, I've got this," he said, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Ajax is doing great, and I'm keeping a close eye on him."
Y/N took a deep breath, reminding herself to trust in Henry's expertise. She relaxed slightly, her focus shifting from worry to pride in their son's progress.
Ajax, fueled by his father's guidance and his own determination, grew more confident with each punch. His movements became sharper, his control more refined.
As the training session neared its end, Ajax's energy started to wane. Henry recognized the signs of fatigue and called for a break.
Y/N rushed to Ajax's side, offering him water and a reassuring smile.
"You're doing amazing, Ajax," she said, her voice brimming with pride. "Just remember to listen to your body and take breaks when you need them."
Ajax nodded, grateful for his mother's support. He took a moment to catch his breath, the sense of accomplishment evident on his face.
Henry approached them, a mix of pride and love shining in his eyes.
"You're becoming quite the boxer, Ajax," Henry said, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm proud of you."
Ajax beamed, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He looked up at his father, a newfound confidence radiating from within.
"Thanks, Dad," Ajax replied, his voice filled with excitement. "I'm gonna keep training and get even better!"
Y/N wrapped her arms around Ajax, her own excitement mingling with her protective instincts.
"We'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way," she said, her voice filled with love.
Together, as a family, they celebrated Ajax's progress and the bond they shared.

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𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.
As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.
As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.
When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.
'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'
Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.
'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.
Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.
Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.
With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.
As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.
'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.
Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.
Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.
Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.
As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

A Father's tender care

Y/n watches from a distance, a soft smile playing on your lips as you observe the scene before you. Klaus, your husband and the father of your child stands in the center of the room, cradling your precious daughter, Hope, in his arms. The love and adoration in his eyes are evident as he gazes down at her tiny face. Klaus, known for his ferocity and strength, has always possessed a softer side when it comes to his family. And seeing him with Hope only amplifies that tenderness. His large hands carefully support her delicate body, his touch gentle and protective. It warms your heart to witness the sheer devotion he has for your little girl.
You step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near them. As you do, Klaus looks up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a spark of joy and pride in his gaze, mirroring the same emotions that swell within you. You can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment, knowing that your husband loves your daughter as fiercely as he loves you.
Klaus smiles at you, his expression softening even further. "Look at her, love," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Our daughter, our little Hope."
You nod, your heart brimming with happiness. "She's perfect, Klaus. And she's so lucky to have you as her father."
His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "And I'm the lucky one to have both of you in my life."
As Klaus cradles Hope, you place a hand on his arm, feeling a surge of motherly pride. You know that, with him by her side, your daughter will grow up surrounded by unconditional love and protection.
And as you watch Niklaus dote on your daughter, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for both of them.


ᎷᎥᎶᏬᏋᏝ Ꭷ'ᏂᏗᏒᏗ ጀ ᏒᏋᏗᎴᏋᏒ


ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ
ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ


𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓
Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.
Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.
"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."
You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."
Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.
Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."
Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.
Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."
As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.
In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.
But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.
And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.
As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.
But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.
Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.

Lavern 🐦⬛ *delusional**