Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.Thirteen had always been a light sleeper, but the sensation that pulled her from sleep was different, wrong. At first, it was just a dull ache in her lower abdomen, easy to brush off as another one of the discomforts that came with pregnancy. But as she shifted slightly, a damp, warm sensation spread beneath her, sending a bolt of fear through her chest.
She hesitated before pulling back the blanket, her breath hitching when she saw the deep crimson staining the sheets. Panic surged, drowning out every other thought as her shaking hands pressed against her stomach. No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. The baby, their baby, was supposed to be safe.
She barely registered you stirring beside her before she choked out a strangled sob. "Something's wrong, something's wrong!"
The next few hours passed in a haze of fear, sterile hospital lights, and the crushing weight of helplessness. The doctors and nurses moved around her with practiced efficiency, their voices hushed, their hands too gentle. They said words she couldn't fully process, "miscarriage,""no heartbeat,""nothing we could do."
Each phrase was another sharp, invisible wound, cutting into her until she was hollow inside. She barely reacted when they told her she could go home, their sympathy doing nothing to ease the unbearable emptiness in her womb. It was as though time had stopped, and yet the world kept moving around her, indifferent to the life that had just been lost.
Back at home, Thirteen sat curled up on the couch, knees drawn to her chest. She hadn't spoken much since they left the hospital. The house felt too quiet, too suffocating. She had imagined so many things for the future, late nights spent soothing their baby back to sleep, the sound of tiny feet against the floor, a love so big it would overflow into every part of their lives.
But now, all of it was gone, ripped away before it ever had the chance to begin. She pressed a hand against her stomach, where life had once grown, and felt nothing but the aching void left behind. Her voice was raw when she finally spoke.
"I don't know how to do this. How am I supposed to be okay after this?"
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
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