‼️HEAVY LORE - READ PREMISE ‼️ Ten daughters. Four wives. Zero sons. Pharaoh Katsuki is beginning to suspect the gods are testing him. The narrator suspects something with a Y chromosome.
‼️HEAVY LORE - READ PREMISE ‼️ Ten daughters. Four wives. Zero sons. Pharaoh Katsuki is beginning to suspect the gods are testing him. The narrator suspects something with a Y chromosome.
The whispering woman approaches Levi The former board member’s daughter crosses the ballroom and touches Levi’s sleeve as though they share an intimate past. “You’ve changed, Levi. You used to hate being followed everywhere.” Levi removes her hand. “I still do.” “Yet your wife is attached to you.” “My wife belongs wherever she wants to be. I’m usually the one following her.” Destiny slips beneath Levi’s waiting arm and places one possessive hand against his chest. “Amore, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Levi’s arm closes around her waist. “No. She was leaving.” “Your wife seems rather protective.” “Possessive,” Destiny corrects. “You may use the proper word. I do.” Levi looks down at her. “So do I.” Destiny’s warning signs appear The woman calls Destiny a jealous foreign bride and suggests Levi will eventually become tired of being controlled. Destiny’s smile remains in place, but her fingers tighten around her champagne glass. “Destiny,” Levi warns. “Yes, amore?” “Give me the glass.” “I’m still drinking.” Levi looks at the untouched champagne. “You stopped drinking five minutes ago.” Across the ballroom, Destiny’s parents recognize the danger immediately. Destiny’s mother murmurs, “That temper is mine.” Her father watches Destiny subtly change her stance. “The fighting is mine.” Levi’s father asks, “Should someone intervene?” Destiny’s mother calmly drinks her champagne. “Someone should intervene with the other woman.” The final warning Unable to tempt Levi or embarrass Destiny, the woman turns her cruelty toward Destiny’s family. She accuses Destiny’s father of purchasing his respected reputation and implies her mother built her successful career by sleeping with powerful men. Destiny’s smile disappears. She carefully places her glass on the table. Her father puts down his own. “There it is,” he says. Levi glances at him. “What?” “The final warning.” “She put down her glass.” “Exactly.”
The whispering woman approaches Levi The former board member’s daughter crosses the ballroom and touches Levi’s sleeve as though they share an intimate past. “You’ve changed, Levi. You used to hate being followed everywhere.” Levi removes her hand. “I still do.” “Yet your wife is attached to you.” “My wife belongs wherever she wants to be. I’m usually the one following her.” Destiny slips beneath Levi’s waiting arm and places one possessive hand against his chest. “Amore, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Levi’s arm closes around her waist. “No. She was leaving.” “Your wife seems rather protective.” “Possessive,” Destiny corrects. “You may use the proper word. I do.” Levi looks down at her. “So do I.” Destiny’s warning signs appear The woman calls Destiny a jealous foreign bride and suggests Levi will eventually become tired of being controlled. Destiny’s smile remains in place, but her fingers tighten around her champagne glass. “Destiny,” Levi warns. “Yes, amore?” “Give me the glass.” “I’m still drinking.” Levi looks at the untouched champagne. “You stopped drinking five minutes ago.” Across the ballroom, Destiny’s parents recognize the danger immediately. Destiny’s mother murmurs, “That temper is mine.” Her father watches Destiny subtly change her stance. “The fighting is mine.” Levi’s father asks, “Should someone intervene?” Destiny’s mother calmly drinks her champagne. “Someone should intervene with the other woman.” The final warning Unable to tempt Levi or embarrass Destiny, the woman turns her cruelty toward Destiny’s family. She accuses Destiny’s father of purchasing his respected reputation and implies her mother built her successful career by sleeping with powerful men. Destiny’s smile disappears. She carefully places her glass on the table. Her father puts down his own. “There it is,” he says. Levi glances at him. “What?” “The final warning.” “She put down her glass.” “Exactly.”
Married to Mattheo Riddle for nearly a year, you decide to stir up absolute chaos for the Slytherin gang back in their London penthouse while Mattheo is out for the afternoon. You take a photo of a tub of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream over your bloated tummy and drop it into the group chat without a single caption. Within seconds, the chat erupts into full-blown panic with Pansy sending baby clothes and Draco demanding to know if Mattheo is starting a dynasty. You lie back wheezing with laughter, knowing you aren't expecting at all—just horribly bloated from a week of French pastries and zero bathroom luck. But as midnight hits Paris, a sudden wave of fierce, undeniable nausea slams straight into your gut out of nowhere. Karma turns your little prank completely inside out, leaving you clutching the marble sink with a sudden realization that changes everything. You are pregnant for real :)
Married to Mattheo Riddle for nearly a year, you decide to stir up absolute chaos for the Slytherin gang back in their London penthouse while Mattheo is out for the afternoon. You take a photo of a tub of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream over your bloated tummy and drop it into the group chat without a single caption. Within seconds, the chat erupts into full-blown panic with Pansy sending baby clothes and Draco demanding to know if Mattheo is starting a dynasty. You lie back wheezing with laughter, knowing you aren't expecting at all—just horribly bloated from a week of French pastries and zero bathroom luck. But as midnight hits Paris, a sudden wave of fierce, undeniable nausea slams straight into your gut out of nowhere. Karma turns your little prank completely inside out, leaving you clutching the marble sink with a sudden realization that changes everything. You are pregnant for real :)
England, 1880s. Three British Army Majors. Three prominent society wives. Six names that are rarely absent from conversation. Alexander Whitmore, Theodore Harrington, and Charles Ashcombe are well-established figures within Britain’s military circles. Young, influential, and from families with generations of military service, the three Majors have earned reputations of their own. Their company is highly sought after, and a gentleman fortunate enough to share a glass of brandy with them is hardly quiet about it afterward. Their wives are just as recognizable. Y/N Whitmore, Isabelle Harrington, and Florence Ashcombe occupy their own prominent place in society, known for their connections, appearances, and particularly exclusive friendship. Other ladies are constantly hoping for an invitation into their afternoon visits and private little gossip circle. Together, the three couples have become something of a local institution. Their friendships, marriages, family names, and appearances are endlessly discussed, admired, and occasionally envied. Between military obligations, society engagements, family expectations, country estates, London residences, and the ordinary complications of married life, there’s never quite a shortage of something happening. And in their world, reputation is everything.
England, 1880s. Three British Army Majors. Three prominent society wives. Six names that are rarely absent from conversation. Alexander Whitmore, Theodore Harrington, and Charles Ashcombe are well-established figures within Britain’s military circles. Young, influential, and from families with generations of military service, the three Majors have earned reputations of their own. Their company is highly sought after, and a gentleman fortunate enough to share a glass of brandy with them is hardly quiet about it afterward. Their wives are just as recognizable. Y/N Whitmore, Isabelle Harrington, and Florence Ashcombe occupy their own prominent place in society, known for their connections, appearances, and particularly exclusive friendship. Other ladies are constantly hoping for an invitation into their afternoon visits and private little gossip circle. Together, the three couples have become something of a local institution. Their friendships, marriages, family names, and appearances are endlessly discussed, admired, and occasionally envied. Between military obligations, society engagements, family expectations, country estates, London residences, and the ordinary complications of married life, there’s never quite a shortage of something happening. And in their world, reputation is everything.
In the early 1900s. You’re the first wife to Huan-Chi. She has four concubines. But you’re her favorite.
In the early 1900s. You’re the first wife to Huan-Chi. She has four concubines. But you’re her favorite.
The husbands arrive at the private wine lounge to find their wives safe, laughing, and deeply offended by the staircase for apparently multiplying. Destiny sees Gaara first. Her entire face lights up before she points at him and warns the other women: “Nobody look. That’s my husband.” “We know,” Temari says. “Good.” Destiny holds both arms out to Gaara. “Amore, the floor moved.” “I was informed there were two of them.” He gathers her against him. Destiny studies his face, touches his red hair, and finally decides he has passed inspection. “You do look like my husband.” “I am relieved.” Hinata examines Naruto’s face with solemn concentration. “You have my husband’s whiskers.” “I have all of him.” “That sounded strange,” Sasuke mutters. “You know what I meant.” Sakura circles Sasuke once and checks his wedding ring. “Someone had your phone.” “You were texting me.” She narrows her green eyes. “That is exactly what the person with your phone said.” Sasuke quietly places her coat around her shoulders and takes her hand. Temari greets Shikamaru by accusing him of arriving late, although he came immediately. “You took forever.” “I left when you said yes.” “I said no first.” “I noticed.” She presses one finger against his lips. “That was before I said yes.” “Naturally.” Ino introduces Sai to the other women as the man who helped her find her husband. “He’s very helpful,” Ino says. “I try.” “And handsome.” “I’ve been told your husband resembles me.” She gasps. “He does!” Tenten runs her fingers through Neji’s long hair to verify his identity. “Only my husband uses conditioner this expensive.” “That is not secure identification.” “It worked.” The men guide their wives toward the waiting cars. At the door, Destiny stops and looks up at Gaara. “I need to message the man who helped me find you.” “Of course.” She types with fierce concentration. Gaara’s phone vibrates. Destiny: found husband. very pretty. thank yu
The husbands arrive at the private wine lounge to find their wives safe, laughing, and deeply offended by the staircase for apparently multiplying. Destiny sees Gaara first. Her entire face lights up before she points at him and warns the other women: “Nobody look. That’s my husband.” “We know,” Temari says. “Good.” Destiny holds both arms out to Gaara. “Amore, the floor moved.” “I was informed there were two of them.” He gathers her against him. Destiny studies his face, touches his red hair, and finally decides he has passed inspection. “You do look like my husband.” “I am relieved.” Hinata examines Naruto’s face with solemn concentration. “You have my husband’s whiskers.” “I have all of him.” “That sounded strange,” Sasuke mutters. “You know what I meant.” Sakura circles Sasuke once and checks his wedding ring. “Someone had your phone.” “You were texting me.” She narrows her green eyes. “That is exactly what the person with your phone said.” Sasuke quietly places her coat around her shoulders and takes her hand. Temari greets Shikamaru by accusing him of arriving late, although he came immediately. “You took forever.” “I left when you said yes.” “I said no first.” “I noticed.” She presses one finger against his lips. “That was before I said yes.” “Naturally.” Ino introduces Sai to the other women as the man who helped her find her husband. “He’s very helpful,” Ino says. “I try.” “And handsome.” “I’ve been told your husband resembles me.” She gasps. “He does!” Tenten runs her fingers through Neji’s long hair to verify his identity. “Only my husband uses conditioner this expensive.” “That is not secure identification.” “It worked.” The men guide their wives toward the waiting cars. At the door, Destiny stops and looks up at Gaara. “I need to message the man who helped me find you.” “Of course.” She types with fierce concentration. Gaara’s phone vibrates. Destiny: found husband. very pretty. thank yu
Destiny tries to hide her tears behind dinner preparations. Gaara finds her taking the same packet of pasta out of a shopping bag, putting it down, and picking it up again. “I forgot the basil,” she whispers. “We have some.” “I wanted fresh—” “Destiny.” Her hands stop. He reaches for the packet. “Let me.” Once he sets it aside, she finally looks at him. “I thought I’d stopped crying.” Gaara opens his arms, and she steps into them. At the shop, an old family acquaintance, Matteo, had approached her. What began as questions about Ren became cruel remarks about her tired appearance, her body, and whether Gaara still wanted her. “I told him to stop,” she says against her husband’s chest. “But he kept talking.” Gaara’s jaw tightens. “You shouldn’t have had to tell him twice.” Outside the kitchen, their family quietly takes over. The wives arrange dinner. The grandparents keep Ren close. Destiny’s father and Rasa step away for a private conversation. Under the dining table, the toddlers finish their own arrangements. “Auntie need baby,” Aki decides. “An’ us,” Sora adds. They appear in the kitchen carrying their offerings. Yuki lifts his napkin toward Destiny. “For tears.” Nao holds up a toy spoon. “Me dinner. You sit.” Haru wraps both little arms around her leg. “No sad, Auntie.” Destiny crouches, and the five boys immediately crowd closer. “Oh, my sweet boys.” Sora presses his stuffed dog into her hands. “He stay you.” Later, she sits beside Gaara with Ren safely supported in her arms. Haru waits patiently on the cushion beside her. “Auntie?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “My baby? Me hold?” “You can help me.” The other boys gather around to supervise. Across the room, Naruto watches his son sit impossibly straight. “So, what did your meeting decide?” Haru answers without looking away from Ren. “We love Auntie.” Sora nods. “No make cry.” Yuki rests one small hand against Destiny’s knee. “Auntie happy now?”
Destiny tries to hide her tears behind dinner preparations. Gaara finds her taking the same packet of pasta out of a shopping bag, putting it down, and picking it up again. “I forgot the basil,” she whispers. “We have some.” “I wanted fresh—” “Destiny.” Her hands stop. He reaches for the packet. “Let me.” Once he sets it aside, she finally looks at him. “I thought I’d stopped crying.” Gaara opens his arms, and she steps into them. At the shop, an old family acquaintance, Matteo, had approached her. What began as questions about Ren became cruel remarks about her tired appearance, her body, and whether Gaara still wanted her. “I told him to stop,” she says against her husband’s chest. “But he kept talking.” Gaara’s jaw tightens. “You shouldn’t have had to tell him twice.” Outside the kitchen, their family quietly takes over. The wives arrange dinner. The grandparents keep Ren close. Destiny’s father and Rasa step away for a private conversation. Under the dining table, the toddlers finish their own arrangements. “Auntie need baby,” Aki decides. “An’ us,” Sora adds. They appear in the kitchen carrying their offerings. Yuki lifts his napkin toward Destiny. “For tears.” Nao holds up a toy spoon. “Me dinner. You sit.” Haru wraps both little arms around her leg. “No sad, Auntie.” Destiny crouches, and the five boys immediately crowd closer. “Oh, my sweet boys.” Sora presses his stuffed dog into her hands. “He stay you.” Later, she sits beside Gaara with Ren safely supported in her arms. Haru waits patiently on the cushion beside her. “Auntie?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “My baby? Me hold?” “You can help me.” The other boys gather around to supervise. Across the room, Naruto watches his son sit impossibly straight. “So, what did your meeting decide?” Haru answers without looking away from Ren. “We love Auntie.” Sora nods. “No make cry.” Yuki rests one small hand against Destiny’s knee. “Auntie happy now?”
Luca’s collapse starts a chain reaction. Every toddler decides their mother needs protection from the terrible word no. Oliver protests when Ciel refuses Lizzie a pony. “Mama want tiny horse.” “We already have horses.” “Den tiny horse have friends!” Theo announces that Alois has caught “the no” after disagreeing with Layla about curtains. “MY DADDY GOT IT!” “Got what?” “The no!” Elias demands that Claude apologise to Hannah’s flowers, while Rosie stages a tragedy after William bans sequins. “Tell sparkles I love dem.” Grell presses a hand to her heart. “She gets that from me.” “I had noticed,” William replies. Milo lies down even after Finny assures Mey Rin that more iced buns are coming. “But I fixed it!” “Still need rest.” Henry orders Bardroy out of his chair so Anna can sit. “Mama need comfy.” “She has—” “Daddy. Up.” And Silas gives Lidia a sympathetic kiss when Undertaker refuses a toyshop visit. “Mama. Sorry Daddy.” Eventually, the mothers reassure their little defenders that everyone is happy. Sebastian agrees to consider the kitten. Then Ciel objects to the possibility of adopting eight. Every toddler freezes. Rosie clutches her doll. “Oh no. He do it again.”
Luca’s collapse starts a chain reaction. Every toddler decides their mother needs protection from the terrible word no. Oliver protests when Ciel refuses Lizzie a pony. “Mama want tiny horse.” “We already have horses.” “Den tiny horse have friends!” Theo announces that Alois has caught “the no” after disagreeing with Layla about curtains. “MY DADDY GOT IT!” “Got what?” “The no!” Elias demands that Claude apologise to Hannah’s flowers, while Rosie stages a tragedy after William bans sequins. “Tell sparkles I love dem.” Grell presses a hand to her heart. “She gets that from me.” “I had noticed,” William replies. Milo lies down even after Finny assures Mey Rin that more iced buns are coming. “But I fixed it!” “Still need rest.” Henry orders Bardroy out of his chair so Anna can sit. “Mama need comfy.” “She has—” “Daddy. Up.” And Silas gives Lidia a sympathetic kiss when Undertaker refuses a toyshop visit. “Mama. Sorry Daddy.” Eventually, the mothers reassure their little defenders that everyone is happy. Sebastian agrees to consider the kitten. Then Ciel objects to the possibility of adopting eight. Every toddler freezes. Rosie clutches her doll. “Oh no. He do it again.”
Y/N and Bucky has been happily married for 3 years and they had a 9 months old little son, named Leo Barnes. Leo Barnes is a big healthy cute baby boy, being such a mama's boy. He loves Y/N sooooo much, to the point he called as "Velcro Baby".
Y/N and Bucky has been happily married for 3 years and they had a 9 months old little son, named Leo Barnes. Leo Barnes is a big healthy cute baby boy, being such a mama's boy. He loves Y/N sooooo much, to the point he called as "Velcro Baby".
Bucky loves his personal space. You also love his personal space too. And you just officially got married yesterday.
Bucky loves his personal space. You also love his personal space too. And you just officially got married yesterday.
Y/N and Bucky has been happily married for 5 years and they had a 3 years old little daughter, named Ruby Barnes. Ruby Barnes is such a daddy's girl.
Y/N and Bucky has been happily married for 5 years and they had a 3 years old little daughter, named Ruby Barnes. Ruby Barnes is such a daddy's girl.
being the youngest of his 4 wives?? Jeongin is the biggest and most dangerous mobster in all of South Korea. He's 30 years old, handsome, Korean, sexy, tall, muscular, attractive, and cold. Jeongin has four wives. The eldest are Sakura and Jennie — they're both 29; the third, Yujin, is 27. The three of them are Korean. And finally, you: the last and the youngest. You're 19. Since you're the youngest, you're the most overlooked wife, yet you're really cute, shy, and kind. The other three girls act superior and treat Jeongin like he's only theirs. Also, the other three girls are VERY problematic, spoiled, rude, but gorgeous ~~~~~~~~~~~ *Tonight, Sakura, Jennie, and Yujin were fighting over who would sleep next to Jeongin. Impatient, he told them that no one was going to sleep with him. When you went to bed, you walked into the wrong room and ended up in Jeongin's. When he came back, he found you asleep in his bed, thought you were adorable, and let you stay and sleep with him.*
being the youngest of his 4 wives?? Jeongin is the biggest and most dangerous mobster in all of South Korea. He's 30 years old, handsome, Korean, sexy, tall, muscular, attractive, and cold. Jeongin has four wives. The eldest are Sakura and Jennie — they're both 29; the third, Yujin, is 27. The three of them are Korean. And finally, you: the last and the youngest. You're 19. Since you're the youngest, you're the most overlooked wife, yet you're really cute, shy, and kind. The other three girls act superior and treat Jeongin like he's only theirs. Also, the other three girls are VERY problematic, spoiled, rude, but gorgeous ~~~~~~~~~~~ *Tonight, Sakura, Jennie, and Yujin were fighting over who would sleep next to Jeongin. Impatient, he told them that no one was going to sleep with him. When you went to bed, you walked into the wrong room and ended up in Jeongin's. When he came back, he found you asleep in his bed, thought you were adorable, and let you stay and sleep with him.*
Theodore turned his back on pureblood society and the fortune his father left him. Now, he spends his days pouring concrete and wrestling with Muggle blueprints. He’s gritty, sweaty, and rebuilding his life from the ground up. And he refuses to do it without you and your adorable three-years-old daughter.
Theodore turned his back on pureblood society and the fortune his father left him. Now, he spends his days pouring concrete and wrestling with Muggle blueprints. He’s gritty, sweaty, and rebuilding his life from the ground up. And he refuses to do it without you and your adorable three-years-old daughter.
Daryl finds Destiny sitting on the wet rock with her palm scraped and her laundry drifting out into the shallows. He crouches beside her. His hands hover until she reaches for one herself. “Where’s our boy?” she asks. “With Carol.” “Did he hear me?” Daryl hesitates just long enough for her to have her answer. “He’s with Carol,” he says again, softer this time. Rick comes down the trail behind him and asks what happened. Shane starts answering while Destiny is still trying to get her feet under her. “You don’t follow a woman out to the wash area!” Daryl snaps. “Wasn’t following, was makin’ sure it was safe!” “Then why’d you put your hands on me after I asked you to leave?” Destiny says. Rick looks at her. “You asked him to leave?” “Twice.” That’s when Rick tells Shane to head back up the trail. Daryl watches him go until Destiny tugs on his hand. “Take me to our boy,” she says. Back at camp, their son sees the scrape on her palm and whispers, “Mama got an owie?” He kisses the heel of her hand like she does for him, then reaches sideways for Daryl without letting go of her fingers. Daryl sits down beside them. Their boy looks at his own cut-off sleeve, then at his daddy’s, checking one more time. “Still match?” he asks. Daryl hooks a finger under the little frayed edge. “Yeah, buddy. Still match.”
Daryl finds Destiny sitting on the wet rock with her palm scraped and her laundry drifting out into the shallows. He crouches beside her. His hands hover until she reaches for one herself. “Where’s our boy?” she asks. “With Carol.” “Did he hear me?” Daryl hesitates just long enough for her to have her answer. “He’s with Carol,” he says again, softer this time. Rick comes down the trail behind him and asks what happened. Shane starts answering while Destiny is still trying to get her feet under her. “You don’t follow a woman out to the wash area!” Daryl snaps. “Wasn’t following, was makin’ sure it was safe!” “Then why’d you put your hands on me after I asked you to leave?” Destiny says. Rick looks at her. “You asked him to leave?” “Twice.” That’s when Rick tells Shane to head back up the trail. Daryl watches him go until Destiny tugs on his hand. “Take me to our boy,” she says. Back at camp, their son sees the scrape on her palm and whispers, “Mama got an owie?” He kisses the heel of her hand like she does for him, then reaches sideways for Daryl without letting go of her fingers. Daryl sits down beside them. Their boy looks at his own cut-off sleeve, then at his daddy’s, checking one more time. “Still match?” he asks. Daryl hooks a finger under the little frayed edge. “Yeah, buddy. Still match.”
Your husband married a second wife who doesn’t like you and she is trying to get rid of you and maybe she get more attention than you but that’s doesn’t matter cuz you can decide what will happen to her
Your husband married a second wife who doesn’t like you and she is trying to get rid of you and maybe she get more attention than you but that’s doesn’t matter cuz you can decide what will happen to her
[Y/N] and Natasha are married.
In the tense social life of Arab wives of rich men. It’s all about perfect calculated showing off and not saying too much. But then you come a blonde ditzy American model married to the ‘man’ everyone wishes was there’s. In a sea of sharks with dark hair tan skin and perfect features. Your a drop of blood for them to feed on. (If anyone feels this is against their culture or community I tried to make it as best as I can with my understanding I am sorry if this is against anything I tried searching up I didn’t really understand I hope it’s fine. This is in dubai which has best woman rights I researched I may be wrong )
In the tense social life of Arab wives of rich men. It’s all about perfect calculated showing off and not saying too much. But then you come a blonde ditzy American model married to the ‘man’ everyone wishes was there’s. In a sea of sharks with dark hair tan skin and perfect features. Your a drop of blood for them to feed on. (If anyone feels this is against their culture or community I tried to make it as best as I can with my understanding I am sorry if this is against anything I tried searching up I didn’t really understand I hope it’s fine. This is in dubai which has best woman rights I researched I may be wrong )
You are Theo’s twin sister and secretly married to Mattheo riddle both 22.
Six husbands bring lunch to their CEO wives and find themselves waiting with six ex-boyfriends who cannot stop provoking them. The first insult starts a fight. The next confession ends every attempt to contain it. “We made them cry back then, too,” one ex boasts. “You should try it sometime.” Naruto releases Gaara. Neji lowers his hand. Sasuke turns around. Sai puts the lunches down. Even Shikamaru goes quiet. “Aren’t you supposed to be stopping him?” an ex asks. “We were.” When the families arrive, the wives discover why the situation changed—and gently bring their husbands back to them. The visitors are escorted out, the lunches remain miraculously intact, and the parents struggle to look appropriately disappointed. “We should probably look more disappointed,” Kushina admits. “I’m working on it,” Karura replies. Neither looks convincing.
Six husbands bring lunch to their CEO wives and find themselves waiting with six ex-boyfriends who cannot stop provoking them. The first insult starts a fight. The next confession ends every attempt to contain it. “We made them cry back then, too,” one ex boasts. “You should try it sometime.” Naruto releases Gaara. Neji lowers his hand. Sasuke turns around. Sai puts the lunches down. Even Shikamaru goes quiet. “Aren’t you supposed to be stopping him?” an ex asks. “We were.” When the families arrive, the wives discover why the situation changed—and gently bring their husbands back to them. The visitors are escorted out, the lunches remain miraculously intact, and the parents struggle to look appropriately disappointed. “We should probably look more disappointed,” Kushina admits. “I’m working on it,” Karura replies. Neither looks convincing.
Natasha and Wanda have been married for some years and have a daughter.
The fathers thought they had arranged the ceremony’s sweetest surprise. Hearing their sons tell Mommy they loved her was already enough to leave grandparents reaching for tissues. Then the brides’ recordings begin. “You’ve already given us so many ordinary, beautiful days,” Destiny tells Gaara. “I can’t wait to stand beside you for this one.” Their son interrupts. “Love Daddy.” Destiny laughs softly. “So do I.” Hinata’s message reminds Naruto that their little boy never doubts Daddy will come when he calls. “DADDY!” their son promptly shouts into the recording. “Yes,” Hinata laughs. “Exactly like that.” At the altar, Naruto gives up trying to hide his tears. Sakura’s son has a reassurance for Sasuke. “Got Mama.” “He wanted you to know he’s holding my hand until we reach you,” Sakura explains. “I love you. We’ll see you in a minute.” Temari tells Shikamaru she has never had to wonder whether he would show up for their family. “We ready,” their little boy announces. Ino promises Sai a new drawing, then tells him she loves that he keeps every one their son makes. “Daddy pocket,” the toddler instructs. Sai touches the drawing already tucked inside his jacket. He will make room. Tenten’s message ends with their little boy’s careful request. “Wait, Daddy.” Neji smiles through his tears. “I will.” Only when the final recording ends does the entrance music begin. Friends and family rise along the aisle. Behind the doors, six little boys take Mommy’s hand, their excitement briefly giving way to the importance of the task. Then the doors open. Gaara sees Destiny in ivory lace, one hand resting beneath her bump, the other holding their son’s. Their little boy spots him. “Daddy!” His delighted voice carries all the way to the altar. He looks up at Destiny, then back toward his father. “Mommy coming!” Gaara laughs through his tears. Destiny squeezes their son’s hand. “Shall we?” A firm nod. Together, they take the first step—followed by five
The fathers thought they had arranged the ceremony’s sweetest surprise. Hearing their sons tell Mommy they loved her was already enough to leave grandparents reaching for tissues. Then the brides’ recordings begin. “You’ve already given us so many ordinary, beautiful days,” Destiny tells Gaara. “I can’t wait to stand beside you for this one.” Their son interrupts. “Love Daddy.” Destiny laughs softly. “So do I.” Hinata’s message reminds Naruto that their little boy never doubts Daddy will come when he calls. “DADDY!” their son promptly shouts into the recording. “Yes,” Hinata laughs. “Exactly like that.” At the altar, Naruto gives up trying to hide his tears. Sakura’s son has a reassurance for Sasuke. “Got Mama.” “He wanted you to know he’s holding my hand until we reach you,” Sakura explains. “I love you. We’ll see you in a minute.” Temari tells Shikamaru she has never had to wonder whether he would show up for their family. “We ready,” their little boy announces. Ino promises Sai a new drawing, then tells him she loves that he keeps every one their son makes. “Daddy pocket,” the toddler instructs. Sai touches the drawing already tucked inside his jacket. He will make room. Tenten’s message ends with their little boy’s careful request. “Wait, Daddy.” Neji smiles through his tears. “I will.” Only when the final recording ends does the entrance music begin. Friends and family rise along the aisle. Behind the doors, six little boys take Mommy’s hand, their excitement briefly giving way to the importance of the task. Then the doors open. Gaara sees Destiny in ivory lace, one hand resting beneath her bump, the other holding their son’s. Their little boy spots him. “Daddy!” His delighted voice carries all the way to the altar. He looks up at Destiny, then back toward his father. “Mommy coming!” Gaara laughs through his tears. Destiny squeezes their son’s hand. “Shall we?” A firm nod. Together, they take the first step—followed by five
An ordinary lunch delivery becomes an unforgettable incident on the executive floor when six jealous ex-girlfriends push Destiny past her limit. Her friends know exactly why she is furious. While attempting to break up the fight, they also make something abundantly clear: nobody gets to hurt one of them without the others showing up. “Stop making her angrier!” proves surprisingly difficult advice for the exes to follow. The parents arrive struggling to compose themselves. The husbands discover a friendship as fiercely loyal as their own. “She’s our friend,” Hinata says when Naruto notices none of them hesitated. That explains everything. With the unwanted visitors escorted out, the families gather around the six forgotten lunches—and the husbands find another reason to be hopelessly in love with their wives.
An ordinary lunch delivery becomes an unforgettable incident on the executive floor when six jealous ex-girlfriends push Destiny past her limit. Her friends know exactly why she is furious. While attempting to break up the fight, they also make something abundantly clear: nobody gets to hurt one of them without the others showing up. “Stop making her angrier!” proves surprisingly difficult advice for the exes to follow. The parents arrive struggling to compose themselves. The husbands discover a friendship as fiercely loyal as their own. “She’s our friend,” Hinata says when Naruto notices none of them hesitated. That explains everything. With the unwanted visitors escorted out, the families gather around the six forgotten lunches—and the husbands find another reason to be hopelessly in love with their wives.
The wives arrange for their drivers to take them to the club, where the husbands have spent the evening comparing wedding photographs and trying to contact the women whose messages they are already answering. When Destiny approaches Gaara, he recognizes her immediately—but still believes a helpful stranger on his phone deserves credit for finding her. “You should thank her,” he tells Destiny. “I’ll be very kind to her,” she promises. Naruto warns Hinata that he is married, only to look delighted when she shows him their matching rings. “That’s incredible.” “Yes, sweetheart. I was at the wedding too.” Sasuke finally puts his phone away when Sakura arrives. “There,” he says, taking her hand. “There what?” “Better than the picture.” Temari’s attempt to scold Shikamaru falters when he presses his cheek against her hand. “We are discussing this tomorrow.” “Excellent. Together?” “Yes, together.” “Looking forward to it.” Ino assures Sai that his wife’s phone has been returned to its rightful owner. Neji accepts Tenten’s help with his jacket, asking whether they can please sit on their own furniture now. Before leaving, Gaara texts his mysterious helper: found her. thank you. Destiny’s phone chimes in front of him. He looks from one screen to the other. “Oh.” By morning, six sheepish husbands face water, breakfast, and a collection of screenshots their wives have no intention of deleting. “One drink?” Destiny asks. Gaara looks at the phone beside her plate. “I would like to apologize before you read anything aloud.”
The wives arrange for their drivers to take them to the club, where the husbands have spent the evening comparing wedding photographs and trying to contact the women whose messages they are already answering. When Destiny approaches Gaara, he recognizes her immediately—but still believes a helpful stranger on his phone deserves credit for finding her. “You should thank her,” he tells Destiny. “I’ll be very kind to her,” she promises. Naruto warns Hinata that he is married, only to look delighted when she shows him their matching rings. “That’s incredible.” “Yes, sweetheart. I was at the wedding too.” Sasuke finally puts his phone away when Sakura arrives. “There,” he says, taking her hand. “There what?” “Better than the picture.” Temari’s attempt to scold Shikamaru falters when he presses his cheek against her hand. “We are discussing this tomorrow.” “Excellent. Together?” “Yes, together.” “Looking forward to it.” Ino assures Sai that his wife’s phone has been returned to its rightful owner. Neji accepts Tenten’s help with his jacket, asking whether they can please sit on their own furniture now. Before leaving, Gaara texts his mysterious helper: found her. thank you. Destiny’s phone chimes in front of him. He looks from one screen to the other. “Oh.” By morning, six sheepish husbands face water, breakfast, and a collection of screenshots their wives have no intention of deleting. “One drink?” Destiny asks. Gaara looks at the phone beside her plate. “I would like to apologize before you read anything aloud.”
Both you and your husband were assassins, without eachother knowing. That was no issue until both of you were eachothers target…
Both you and your husband were assassins, without eachother knowing. That was no issue until both of you were eachothers target…
A Naruto Shippuden × Attack on Titan × Fairy Tail × Black Butler housewife AU. Everyone is twenty-four or older. Think 1950s dresses, polished cars, pretty kitchens, and white picket fences—with modern phones for the group-chat chaos. The story follows Destiny’s first weeks on Wisteria Lane as she settles into a warm, bustling circle of married friends. At her first Thursday tea, she discovers that everyone has stories to share. “Natsu brought me flowers yesterday,” Lucy says. “How lovely,” Destiny replies. “They were from Erza’s garden.” Erza sets down her cup. “He and Jellal are replanting that bed on Saturday.” Juvia insists that Gray is wonderfully thoughtful, even if she spends half her mornings finding his abandoned shirts. Sakura describes how Sasuke silently repaired three things she had mentioned in passing. Mitsuki smiles over the roses Gaara planted for her, while Grell dramatically praises Sebastian’s ability to remember every shade of lipstick she owns. Krista rests her hand over Ymir’s. “Mine made breakfast.” “And she ate it before she started helping everyone else,” Ymir adds. Destiny gradually relaxes. Soon, she is laughing along with them—until someone asks about Levi. “He’s very sweet,” she says. Lucy nearly drops her teaspoon. “Your Levi?” “Yes?” “The one who told Natsu to remove his shoes before stepping onto your porch?” Destiny smiles into her tea. “He had mud on them.” Her friends begin noticing the little things: Levi carrying her shopping bags, checking the forecast before she leaves, and bringing her cardigan to the café because he remembers how cold it gets. When he gently tucks a curl out of her collar in front of the entire table, Grell watches with open delight. “Oh, that’s going in the chat.” Levi looks at her. “Put your own husband in the chat.” “I do. Constantly.” The neighborhood conversation offers no refuge. Wisteria Lane — Everyone Naruto: Hinata says we should all have dinner together this weekend!
A Naruto Shippuden × Attack on Titan × Fairy Tail × Black Butler housewife AU. Everyone is twenty-four or older. Think 1950s dresses, polished cars, pretty kitchens, and white picket fences—with modern phones for the group-chat chaos. The story follows Destiny’s first weeks on Wisteria Lane as she settles into a warm, bustling circle of married friends. At her first Thursday tea, she discovers that everyone has stories to share. “Natsu brought me flowers yesterday,” Lucy says. “How lovely,” Destiny replies. “They were from Erza’s garden.” Erza sets down her cup. “He and Jellal are replanting that bed on Saturday.” Juvia insists that Gray is wonderfully thoughtful, even if she spends half her mornings finding his abandoned shirts. Sakura describes how Sasuke silently repaired three things she had mentioned in passing. Mitsuki smiles over the roses Gaara planted for her, while Grell dramatically praises Sebastian’s ability to remember every shade of lipstick she owns. Krista rests her hand over Ymir’s. “Mine made breakfast.” “And she ate it before she started helping everyone else,” Ymir adds. Destiny gradually relaxes. Soon, she is laughing along with them—until someone asks about Levi. “He’s very sweet,” she says. Lucy nearly drops her teaspoon. “Your Levi?” “Yes?” “The one who told Natsu to remove his shoes before stepping onto your porch?” Destiny smiles into her tea. “He had mud on them.” Her friends begin noticing the little things: Levi carrying her shopping bags, checking the forecast before she leaves, and bringing her cardigan to the café because he remembers how cold it gets. When he gently tucks a curl out of her collar in front of the entire table, Grell watches with open delight. “Oh, that’s going in the chat.” Levi looks at her. “Put your own husband in the chat.” “I do. Constantly.” The neighborhood conversation offers no refuge. Wisteria Lane — Everyone Naruto: Hinata says we should all have dinner together this weekend!
Dinner begins with teasing, cake, and Destiny’s parents happily imagining grandchildren. “Whenever you two are ready,” her mother says. “I would simply like enough warning to prepare a nursery.” Naruto grins. “They’ve already planned shared custody.” Destiny laughs with everyone. Then her mother asks whether she still wants children. “Yes,” she answers. “If Gaara still—” She stops. Temari’s fork stills. Sakura looks up. Hinata’s smile fades, while Ino and Tenten exchange a glance. “When the time is right,” Destiny finishes. Gaara turns toward her. “If I still what?” “Oh, nothing.” She touches his hand. “I lost my sentence.” He lets the conversation move on, but keeps watching her. When she excuses herself again, her phone goes with her. “That’s the third time,” Temari murmurs. “Since we sat down,” Tenten adds. Their concern reaches Destiny’s mother. “Has something happened?” “We don’t know yet,” Sakura answers. “We’re going to check.” ⸻ They find Destiny trying to compose herself in the bathroom. She opens the door with a smile that almost holds. “Honestly, you didn’t all need to—” Her voice catches. Ino shakes her head gently. “You don’t have to do that.” “Do what?” “Make sure we’re comfortable before we’re allowed to worry about you.” The women sit with her. Nobody demands her phone. Nobody rushes her. “I know he loves me,” Destiny whispers. “He does,” Temari says. Then the phone vibrates. Destiny reaches for it too quickly. Ino’s voice softens. “Is someone messaging you?” Another vibration. Destiny’s face crumples. “I haven’t answered them.” “Them?” Tenten repeats. “I thought if I ignored it, they would get bored.” Sakura kneels in front of her. “How long has this been happening?” Destiny looks down at her ring. “And I didn’t want him to think I believed it.” ⸻ Gaara has followed them into the hallway. Her parents stand behind him when Destiny’s voice carries through the partly open door.
Dinner begins with teasing, cake, and Destiny’s parents happily imagining grandchildren. “Whenever you two are ready,” her mother says. “I would simply like enough warning to prepare a nursery.” Naruto grins. “They’ve already planned shared custody.” Destiny laughs with everyone. Then her mother asks whether she still wants children. “Yes,” she answers. “If Gaara still—” She stops. Temari’s fork stills. Sakura looks up. Hinata’s smile fades, while Ino and Tenten exchange a glance. “When the time is right,” Destiny finishes. Gaara turns toward her. “If I still what?” “Oh, nothing.” She touches his hand. “I lost my sentence.” He lets the conversation move on, but keeps watching her. When she excuses herself again, her phone goes with her. “That’s the third time,” Temari murmurs. “Since we sat down,” Tenten adds. Their concern reaches Destiny’s mother. “Has something happened?” “We don’t know yet,” Sakura answers. “We’re going to check.” ⸻ They find Destiny trying to compose herself in the bathroom. She opens the door with a smile that almost holds. “Honestly, you didn’t all need to—” Her voice catches. Ino shakes her head gently. “You don’t have to do that.” “Do what?” “Make sure we’re comfortable before we’re allowed to worry about you.” The women sit with her. Nobody demands her phone. Nobody rushes her. “I know he loves me,” Destiny whispers. “He does,” Temari says. Then the phone vibrates. Destiny reaches for it too quickly. Ino’s voice softens. “Is someone messaging you?” Another vibration. Destiny’s face crumples. “I haven’t answered them.” “Them?” Tenten repeats. “I thought if I ignored it, they would get bored.” Sakura kneels in front of her. “How long has this been happening?” Destiny looks down at her ring. “And I didn’t want him to think I believed it.” ⸻ Gaara has followed them into the hallway. Her parents stand behind him when Destiny’s voice carries through the partly open door.
Charlotte and Wanda are married, living in a farmhouse styled home with Charlotte’s daughter, finally living as a family.
Charlotte and Wanda are married, living in a farmhouse styled home with Charlotte’s daughter, finally living as a family.
The favorite wife
🖤🏡 THE WITCHES OF WISTERIA LANE 🥂🐍 Wisteria Lane is the most exclusive magical neighborhood in Britain. Beautiful mansions. Perfect gardens. Powerful families. Young, wealthy couples. And more secrets than anyone could possibly keep. Y/N Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are the neighborhood’s ultimate power couple. Astoria and Lorenzo are the social butterflies. Daphne and Theo know more than they ever say. From the outside, everyone has the perfect life. Then an anonymous gossip page appears. @WisteriaWhispers Every post exposes another secret from the neighborhood. And whoever runs it knows far too much. Now the wives are investigating. The husbands are getting nervous. Old friendships are being tested. Marriages are being questioned. And Y/N is starting to wonder if the person behind the account is someone she trusts. Because on Wisteria Lane… the prettier the house, the darker the secret. 🖤
🖤🏡 THE WITCHES OF WISTERIA LANE 🥂🐍 Wisteria Lane is the most exclusive magical neighborhood in Britain. Beautiful mansions. Perfect gardens. Powerful families. Young, wealthy couples. And more secrets than anyone could possibly keep. Y/N Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are the neighborhood’s ultimate power couple. Astoria and Lorenzo are the social butterflies. Daphne and Theo know more than they ever say. From the outside, everyone has the perfect life. Then an anonymous gossip page appears. @WisteriaWhispers Every post exposes another secret from the neighborhood. And whoever runs it knows far too much. Now the wives are investigating. The husbands are getting nervous. Old friendships are being tested. Marriages are being questioned. And Y/N is starting to wonder if the person behind the account is someone she trusts. Because on Wisteria Lane… the prettier the house, the darker the secret. 🖤
You come home with a panic attack
A quiet afternoon at the family villa turns desperate when six toddlers stumble into Gaara’s office. Ren is crying for his mother, and his cousins insist their auntie has disappeared. Their frightened explanations reveal that Destiny ordered them to run to their fathers when a stranger approached them in the garden. “Me did bad?” Ren asks. “No,” Gaara tells him. “You brought everyone inside.” The security footage confirms what the children cannot explain. Destiny placed herself between the men and the boys, made their escape sound like a game, and waited until every child reached the house before she was taken. “She waited until they were inside,” her mother whispers. Gaara leaves with Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, and Neji. Hidden inside his coat is Ren’s rabbit—and the message their son remembered. Their search ends at an abandoned building. Before Gaara sees his wife, he hears her scream, followed by bare feet striking concrete and desperate pounding against a locked exit. “Open the fucking door! Please!” He reaches her bruised, bleeding, and struggling to remain upright. But the drug blurring her vision makes familiar faces look strange. Hearing more footsteps, she believes her captors have found her. “No—stay back.” Gaara stops and asks the others to give her room. “It’s me, amore.” When her knees give way, he catches her. She struggles until her fingers find his wedding ring, its familiar scratch helping her recognize the man holding her. “Gaara?” “Yes.” She clings to him, but her first urgent question is about their son. “Ren. The boys—did they get inside?” “All six are home.” Only after he reassures her about each child does she let herself cry. The other husbands arrange medical help, update their families, and stay close while giving her space. “You got our boys inside,” Naruto tells her. “I was scared.” “I know.”
A quiet afternoon at the family villa turns desperate when six toddlers stumble into Gaara’s office. Ren is crying for his mother, and his cousins insist their auntie has disappeared. Their frightened explanations reveal that Destiny ordered them to run to their fathers when a stranger approached them in the garden. “Me did bad?” Ren asks. “No,” Gaara tells him. “You brought everyone inside.” The security footage confirms what the children cannot explain. Destiny placed herself between the men and the boys, made their escape sound like a game, and waited until every child reached the house before she was taken. “She waited until they were inside,” her mother whispers. Gaara leaves with Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, and Neji. Hidden inside his coat is Ren’s rabbit—and the message their son remembered. Their search ends at an abandoned building. Before Gaara sees his wife, he hears her scream, followed by bare feet striking concrete and desperate pounding against a locked exit. “Open the fucking door! Please!” He reaches her bruised, bleeding, and struggling to remain upright. But the drug blurring her vision makes familiar faces look strange. Hearing more footsteps, she believes her captors have found her. “No—stay back.” Gaara stops and asks the others to give her room. “It’s me, amore.” When her knees give way, he catches her. She struggles until her fingers find his wedding ring, its familiar scratch helping her recognize the man holding her. “Gaara?” “Yes.” She clings to him, but her first urgent question is about their son. “Ren. The boys—did they get inside?” “All six are home.” Only after he reassures her about each child does she let herself cry. The other husbands arrange medical help, update their families, and stay close while giving her space. “You got our boys inside,” Naruto tells her. “I was scared.” “I know.”
*Juno is sitting in her office, it’s cold, a stark contrast to the warm night air outside. She was supposed to be home such a long time ago with her wife and her kids. So..her wife {y/n} came knocking on the door, annoyed.*
*Juno is sitting in her office, it’s cold, a stark contrast to the warm night air outside. She was supposed to be home such a long time ago with her wife and her kids. So..her wife {y/n} came knocking on the door, annoyed.*
