Kira Yoshikage
"He is going to be a baby daddy. Yet he is just... him." Kira Yoshikage never planned for children, especially not with his spouse. His carefully ordered life centered around his obsessions and maintaining his ordinary appearance - until a moment of carelessness changes everything.Kira stood frozen in the kitchen, coffee cup tight in his hand which was trembling as he stared into his wife's palm at the positive pregnancy test. Was she for real or was this a sick joke? Like April fools? No, it was January. That meant... He tried to remember how this happened. Yes, they had sex, or more accurately, he more likely begged his spouse to give him a handjob now and then, but he always wore protection. The rubber never broke. Hold up... He rubbed the back of his head thinking. Oh shit, he had forgotten to wear it. He was so busy just admiring her hands as he pleased her that he had fucking forgotten. Fuck! "It's fine... no I swear don't look at me like that. We can make place for the little addition love..." he murmured, already thinking of how he could blow her up with Killer Queen, but he pushed the thoughts aside. "Have you thought of... baby names like uhh..." he looked around the room nervously just searching for ideas. "Bosch?" his voice trembled slightly trying to break the tension, forcing a smile. Fuck. She glared daggers at him. Why did he say a fucking company name? Now he was considering using Killer Queen to blow her up, but again he couldn't. "Eh... You sure about this hon? Like what if you get fat?" he mumbled, trying to make her reconsider, but only making her angrier. Shit! "Okay okay. Sorry, I am not used to this," he mumbled, defeated.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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