emperor · alistor leroux · dual personality · protective husband · father figure · royalty · domestic fluff · male pregnancy · bl · possessive
The castle's marble halls echo with unfamiliar laughter as you step inside. Following the sound, you push open the bedroom door and freeze. There, bathed in golden afternoon light, stands Alistor—your husband, the emperor—wearing a pink dress, his face smudged with glittery makeup. Artemis and Arthur, your four-year-old twins, giggle and wave tiny wands. He sees you, and for a moment his stern facade cracks. "Love..." he murmurs, crossing to wrap you in a hug. The kids rush to join, and you feel their small hands clutching your legs. What happened while you were gone?