#assuming I'll need to nap afterward

[arvensimp]

YFSK Preview, pt. 4.1

I know i've been super duper quiet, but I promise there's a good reason. Please forgive me and accept this teaser for part 4.

“Hey! I dunno if you’ve been keeping track on your end, but Kiki is gonna be graduating from Blueberry, and I know it would mean the absolute world to him if you were able to attend the ceremony.” Carmine called, nearly out of the blue one day to inform you. Her brother had apparently been a part of a trial class that not only earned a high school diploma but also continued on for a few more years as part of a pilot Bachelor’s degree program in pokemon battling. From what you understood, it was basically like a feeder system to train new gym leaders and Elite Four hopefuls.

You look down at your ballooning tummy,

"Congratulations to him! When is it exactly though…?"

You wince and resist the urge to suck your teeth when Carmine gives you the date.

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry, I've got something at that time."

"For real? You can't just ask for time away from your league for even a weekend? This would REALLY mean the world to Kiki..."

"I'm sorry, but…I won't actually be allowed to fly by that point."

"Allowed? What kinda terrorism have you gotten into?"

You snort a laugh. "Pssh, nah. It's... It's medical actually. Here. Lemme, uh..." Without hanging up, you send over the most recent ultrasound photos. Your baby still kinda looks like a Munna in there, but she should get the point. Or, at least you assume she does when you hear the sound of crashing and fumbling on her end.

"You're having a BABY?????"

"Uh...haha, yeah. The due date is, like, a week after Kieran's graduation, so... I, y'know, can't fly. I'm really sorry. I'll be sure to send a gift though!"

"A BABY?"

"Yup. I can hardly believe it myself, most days."

"I didn't even know you were seeing anyone! Who is this guy? Why didn't you let your incredible Unovan friends suss him out for you?"

Another wince. "...About that. Yeah... He's not...um. In the picture."

"What? How? Why? Whomst would even dare? Do I need to kick some ass?"

"It's...." You still haven’t gotten used to talking about the subject. "It's a lot. Don't. ...Don't worry! Really! I have tons of support! It's fine. For real."

Carmine absolutely isn't buying it. "Mm. Fine. I guess I get why you can't make it to the graduation. Could we come visit afterwards though? Like I get you probably wouldn't want us there immediately after he graduates. But...maybe like a few months later? Give the thing a chance to develop an immune system?"

"I can't promise I'll be a great host, but... Well, it would be nice."

"Don't worry yourself none! I've changed diapers and stuff before if you end up needing a nap while we're around!"

-

So around the time Basil is 3 months old, the Kitakami pair head to Paldea.

Of course, Basil is having a rough time of it, screaming his little lungs out as they're knocking on the door, so you can only hope that you don’t look as frazzled as you feel when you welcome them in.

"Hey! Hello! Please, come in, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You give the pair a hug at the same time, barely able to register them beyond the fog of ‘TAKE CARE OF BASIL, TAKE CARE OF CRYING PROGENY, TAKE CARE OF BABY’ that alarms through your brain. “I'm really sorry, but I just need to feed Basil real fast. That should hopefully get him sleeping and happy again."

You usher them in and invite them to sit on the sofa, the TV is theirs, and you hide away in the bedroom to nurse. A few minutes later, Carmine gently knocks on the door and asks if she can be of any help. You joke through the wood that the dishes need doing when she presses past the feeble ‘it’s fine!’ that you offer.

"Kiki! Take care of the dishes, yeah?"

"On it!" You hear, softer.

"Okay, what else?" She continues.

"No! Just. Just relax, please."

"Nah, I'm gonna tidy up. Kay? You just keep feeding the chonklet there, and we can catch up when you're done."

You come back out to the room, and it's not Clean, but it's definitely more put together. You also hear the hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen.

"You guys...." You start tearing up, and both siblings immediately swoop in to hold you. Carmine strokes your hair, shushing you. Now that you’ve got your child content, you have a moment to comprehend your guests.

Kieran is. Bigger.

"I... I promise I'm not this pathetic! I can handle this. Plus, I... I have folks here who can help... It's just hard..." You snivel, sounding way more pathetic than you mean to sound.

"It's okay that it's hard..." Kieran finally pipes up and his voice is definitely deeper since you last heard him. Not a bass or something, but there's been a change there. "This is more or less the hardest thing in the world, right? And we all know you're the strongest person there is, so...ya know. It's okay. You...you can do this. And you can feel overwhelmed."

-

They end up staying for about a week or so, and on the night before they're due to fly back, Kieran pulls you aside while Carmine is grabbing takeaway for dinner. He's fidgeting with his hair a bit, tapping his foot, but he's doing his best to meet your eye.

"I'm staying." He declares.

"What? Like you're gonna look for a job here?"

"Yeah! I know I'm not as strong as you, but I'm certain I could get a job in your league or...or maybe even at your alma mater, maybe. I... I'd need to do a teaching cert in Paldea for that, probably, but..."

"Wow! So you liked it that much here? That's great, Kieran. I can help you learn the language if you want. I can also see if Nemona has any real estate connections. We'll try to find you a place when you're ready to get back, and hopefully by then you'll have a job, and you can get started wi--"

"No! I mean... I'm. I'm not going back to Kitakami." One of his hands grabs yours and the other rests gently on Basil, sleeping soundly in your arms. "He needs...a...a father figure, y'know? I..." Kieran swallows thickly. "I can do that. I'm... I'm a man now."

"Kieran..." You shift slightly, freeing a hand from your bundle while keeping him balanced in your arms. You trace a palm along the older boy--no, man's cheek, your callouses having grown softer in recent months. You can feel where he's begun to grow consistent stubble. Wow... He really did grow up.

"I... I'm not going to keep you from reaching your fullest potential out there. You're welcome, more than welcome, to come visit any time, but... You're not thinking clearly about this. About what you think you're signing up for."

"I AM though!" He raises his voice, showing some hints of the anger he holds onto. "I'm READY for this! God, why can't anyone TRUST me?!"

All the yelling wakes up Basil, who cries, startled. Kieran quickly scoops him up and out of your arms, attempting to soothe the baby.

"Aw, geez... I'm sorry, little guy... I didn't mean to make you upset... Shh, shh... It'll be okay..."

The momentary flare of anger you felt at having your son torn from your grip is placated as you watch Kieran hold him so tenderly. Your heart melts... You lose all affection you may have secretly held onto in your heart for Arven, that loser.

Kieran is here. Kieran is capable. Kieran... Kieran can do this.

"Okay..." You softly tell him once Basil has calmed, the single word hanging in the quiet between you for a moment.

"...Okay?" He parrots.

"You... You can stay. You... You'll be his father."

Then y'all DO IT.

THE END

april fools :)

#arvensimp kidfic

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

Word Count: 1,514

The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water  on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state. 

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something. 

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

 You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them. 

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?” 

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing. 

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity. 

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble. 

You pause. Moon can’t know. 

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do. 

You’re so screwed. 

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.” 

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

—---------------------------------

Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management? 

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon. 

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired. 

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you. 

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management. 

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #Moondrop x reader #Sundrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x y/n #Where the Stars Don't Shine

[riewritten]

i thought abt sharing this to my art blog bc... art... but then this is something i'm writing for school rn so i'm sharing it here instead ( ´ ◡ ` )

the story prompt i did last 2021 was pitched to one of my writing classes (TV script making). last sunday, a groupmate was thinking about making a character sketch (like the document) but i thought about making a literal sketch 😭

chau asked if i plan to turn this into a comic (@frenchdyer ily i wouldn't even share this here if not for your words of encouragement ILY). i need to ask permission from my groupmates first but if they ever agree, i think i'll work on this one! aAaHhHHHhHHh

for the context of character sketch, BLUE indicates the past whereas PINK indicates the present design.

her design was heavily inspired by csm's asa mitaka bc they share the same attitude and (a bit of) upbringing!

so the working premise of this story is that our main character, LISA (20), takes a tired nap at the nearby convenience store after catering to her sister's funeral. however, when she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in a timeline five years before her sister, KRISTA, died! as her uncanny encounter ensues, she targets one goal: seek revenge for the people who had bullied her, which, she believes, were the primary reason why her sister ended up dying.

moving on to the next character, we have MAXON (20)!

indeed, he is basically erwin smith with black hair. i mean, maxon is an intelligent boy (student council, too!) so i thought, why not integrate the commander in his physique? tho ofc, he is far from erwin's personality. we made him a very flawed human being.

he is a former co-worker of LISA's sister, KRISTA, at the minimart 5 years ago. he also used to be LISA's classmate.

during funeral, MAXON tries to initiate a conversation with LISA only to no avail because our protagonist isn't in the mood to talk. funny enough, he was also at the convenience store LISA took a nap in. MAXON closed his eyes & heaved a sigh due to forlorn, but then finds himself in the same disposition as LISA when he opens his eyes again—in his 15 y/o body five years ago, at the classroom, and KRISTA is still alive.

to make things more fun, MAXON and LISA will not have a clue about their disposition (like, LISA would assume that the MAXON she talks to is none but a measly kid and vice-versa).

as MAXON's regret lurks around his mind, he sets two goals: to change the way he acted with LISA's bullying incident at school and help the two sisters the best way he can. WHY THE REGRET, THOUGH? because in the original timeline, MAXON was as a mere bystander. even when LISA's disposition worsened that came to a point of dropping out of school and having KRISTA work more to support her therapy, MAXON did nothing.

the last main character would be KRISTA, whom funeral was depicted in episode 1.

no particular inspiration for her charac design but now that i look at it, she resembles the OC i made in dusk in the brightest, which, apparently, loves her younger sibling to her very core too.

LISA and MAXON blame themselves for her death bc of its probable cause: heart failure due extreme stress and exhaustion. that, and KRISTA refused to have her heart conditon treated properly bc financial constraints and her priority over LISA’s disposition). to put it simply, she will be the center of MAXON and LISA’s motivations as they go back in time to change things.

here's the catch: it is ambiguous if they really did travel time or it was none but collective fragments of their imagination to cope with the grief.

for now, our group are onto making the manuscript. i'll ask them if it would be possible for me to turn this into a comic afterward lol.

#original character #my oc #slice-of-life #time travel #parallel universe #story #comics #character sketch #anime #manga #original story #writing #sketch #rie brainstorms

[homosociallyyours]

Getting my 2nd vax shot today but really I'm excited about Treating Myself with a Starbucks afterward

It's my birthday week and I deserve it even if I can't really afford treats and shit.

#I'm getting it this afternoon #assuming I'll need to nap afterward

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Can we get a headcanon please with Silco and a pregnant reader along with his initial reaction when she tells him after sorta hiding it from him; being too afraid of what his reaction might be.

Pregnant | Silco

Reader: female

Note: BrO I REALIZED IT SAID HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF FIC IM SO SORRY

Warnings: there was an abortion mentioned ONCE it doesnt happen but during a talk with Sevika, Sevika like a laid forward straight sister told Y/n her options

"I'm...I'm pregnant."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know."

Sevika sat across from her, cup of alcholol in hand. Y/n messing with her hands, bending fingers back, rubbing her palm with her thumb nervously.

"You...know he's unpredictable..." Y/n spoke.

"He's not that unpredictable." Sevika informed watching y/n wring in nerves.

"You have a few options." She told her, "You can 1. Get rid of it, theres three diffrent ways for that, kill you, an abortion, or adoption. 2 you can run, I won't tell where you went. 3 you can woman up and tell him."

"Option one a and two are looking good right now." Y/n told Sevika.

"Im sure you should go with option three-"

The door opened as it went quiet quickly, "I need you to carry out a job Sevika, Shimmer shipment."

"Yeah Yeah Im comin." Sevika spoke standing up then looked down at Y/n who once sat across from her, "don't be a dick about it."

"Real helpful Sevika." Y/n told wrapping her arm around herself.

"I'll talk to you later."

Y/n nodded, Sevika leaving.

"And me? Need me for any jobs?" Y/n questioned.

"I need you in my office." Silco spoke.

"Yeah."

Y/n followed Silco, they making there way up to his office to talk. It was what Y/n assumed, once inside she was given a kiss and he went to go sit at his desk.

It was about a job, something about delievers or shimmer- she didn't know.

"Y/n."

"Hm?" She spoke her eyes glancing at him and then back around, keeping her eyes away.

"You're hiding something. What is it?"

"Nothing." She lied, "shipment right? Shimmer?"

"No." Silco spoke, "I need you to go make a deal with that sheriff, complete it more or less. I need you at the head."

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke, "whatever you need Silco. Yeah..."

Silco watched her leave quickly. The job was simple enough, get in with the stuff get out with the stuff. Easy as pie, and it went that smooth as well. She was glad Silco's men enjoyed her company so much. They always going drinking afterwards. They were brothers.

"Im sorry your what!?" One asked, "no way!"

"Yeah." Y/n spoke, "I don't know what to do!"

"Leave em"

"For real run for the fuckin hills. You don't want to have to raise a child in the underground."

"I heard pregnat women can get into Piltover easier. Especially past the blockade."

"He'll find her in Piltover you idiot!"

"Go across contient. Thats the best choice."

Y/n sighed, rack with the decsions she was given. There was whistle and a call for Y/n to go into Silco's office.

"Run while you can."

Y/n sighed as she made her way up the oh so familiar stairs. At this point she want to go into his office lazily say "fuck you Im pregnat its yours. Peace" and take never ending nap.

Yet the moment she walked in tension filled her body, this could go many ways even though she didnt believe it would get violent- there was always a possibility something could escolate quickly.

"Ah. Y/n." Silco spoke up, he leaning against the corner of his desk "Congrats on the easiest sucess of your career."

Y/n only nodded, "Did you...uh.. need somethin?"

Silco cocked a brow.

"No."

She nodded turning around to walk away.

"But I would enjoy the company."

"I'll get Sevika-"

"Your company. "

"Right."

Y/n returned to her original spot nervous. Silco taking a sip out his mug before setting it down and walking her way. He grabbed her chin care fully turning her head back and forth and making her look up.

"Your not hurt, what are you hiding then." Silco demanded.

"Nothin." Y/n responded.

"Yes-"

"Not telling you something is diffrent from hiding something from you. Its my choice to tell you something," Y/n snapped, Silco's eyesbrows knitted together in confusion, she sighed, "Im. Im sorry. Okay. I've been...stressed."

"I need you." Silco spoke, "Your one of the only people I can depend on-"

"Yeah well you can't no more," Y/n spoke.

"What happened?" He questioned.

"I. I screwed up okay?" Y/n responded rubbing her arm nervously, "Im...Well...pregnant and. It could only be yours...ours..."

It went silent he becoming confused, starting to pace, hand running through his hair.

No. Pregnant- She couldnt be pregnant- that wasnt possible- well it was possible- fuck of course it was possible. Dad of the year was definitely not a title he could ever run for. Dad wasnt even a title he felt he could run for.

"Pregnant..." he finally spoke.

Y/n nodded, as Silco looked back at her.

Y/n was someone that could parent, the young Jinx in there care loved her with every hour of everyday, Y/n showing the same love back in her own little ways, like doing her hair or getting her a new set of crayons sitting with her and watching her draw or even drawing with her. Jinx often stuck to her hip.

"Im sorry." Y/n apologized.

"No." He spoke quickly grabbing her face, "No, don't apologize."

She looked up at him concerned, "I." He started but couldnt finish.

He was terrified. Mostly of fucking things up.

"We'll get through this its okay." Silco reassured, quickly pressing a kiss to her lips and pulling her into a hug, she hugged back tightly.

Worry still filled her head, Silco hadn't exactly responded to her news, and her family had a fair share of horror stories from giving birth. What truly feared her was doing it alone. By herself until her child came.

"Am...are...." she fell silent arms still holding each other tight, "am I going to have to get rid of the baby."

He pulled away, but still kept her in his arms, "No." He spoke confidently wipping her tears away with his thumb.

"Do you...want me too-"

"I want you to stay by my side." He confessed, "you, our child, jinx. All of us. Its not like raising Jinx. This is different, this time its not a child yet a baby...I am...scared..."

Y/n understood now, being someone from the Lanes or from Zaun, it was hard to think about the postive over the negative- the fear. Death was common at any given second. He could die right now, she could die right now. Father hood wasnt many people were very common with either.

"I love you." Y/n spoke.

"I love you too." Silco responded bringing her into a kiss.

As time past, Silco tried harder and harder, the be gentler, to be sweeter, to be father material. His happiness grew over worry over time, Y/n getting bigger and bigger by the week. The small Jinx excited as well, determined to be the best big sister. It was commidical, the two practically fighting over who got to feel the baby kick whenever it did and it often Jinx would try and have a conversation with your swollen stomach, upset that her new brother- as she thought- wouldn't answer back.

Silco on the other hand kept her bar bound towards the end of her pregnancy she only allowed to leave for small tiny errands, he worried y/n'd get hurt. She tried to reassure him multiple times she'd be fine but he wouldn't budge.

It was almost commidical she went into Labor while he was in Piltover, hashing out some deal. A tween Jinx having to rush to get her to the doctor. Thank god Sevika was there and Singed was in his usual offices.

Silco wasn't aware until he hit thr border of Zaun once again, one of this men rushing to find him, out a breathe Silco only walked around him.

"Sir....I...I have a message from...Y/n...sir..." the man spoke with labored breathe.

"She...fuck....she and jinx along with Sevika had to do tot the docs place..." he panted.

"What!?" Silco deamnded, "tell me the whole thing Dammit!"

"She's...having the baby sir..."

Note: hahaahahah I left ya'll wil a cliff hanger

#silco arcane headcannons #silco arcane #arcane x reader #arcane silco #silco x reader #lol silco #silco #silco lol #arcane

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ

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Chapter 8: Christmas Madness

"I said I want to steal the Batmobile, I promise I'll return it afterwards." - Marinette smiled sweetly at her friends as she spoke, Raven and Beastboy did not know how to respond to that

"Why!?" - Raven

"Because I want to drive the Batmobile for Christmas." - Marinette

"Great, so you have like, a week to plan your heist." - Beastboy

"You want to drive THE Batmobile? What if something happens? Oh, let me guess, you also want to paint it pink while you're at it!" - Raven

"That's... actually a really good idea, OH, should i add rainbows to it? *gasp* I CAN USE PERMANENT GLOW IN THE DARK SPRAY PAINT!" - Marinette

"A pink Batmobile with rainbows... I know what I want to see for Christmas now. Also, add sparkles if you're going all in." - Beastboy

"GENIUS– *gasp* Raven!" - Marinette

"What?" - Raven hesitantly answered, waiting for what was most likely an even crazier idea

"You know that one bread cat meme that shits rainbows?" - Marinette with a devilish grin

". . . Don't tell me-" - Raven

"CAN YOU ADD A RAINBOW EFFECT BEHIND IT???" - Marinette was practically bouncing in her spot concerningly close to the edge of the building.

"I mean... I could, but how exactly do you plan on finding, let alone stealing the Batmobile for me to be able to add a rainbow shit trail?" - Raven

Marinette thought for a moment, looked at Mushu who was bundled up in her scarf, her grin only growing more mischievous - "Mushu~"

"What? Can't you see I'm trying to stay warm here?" - Mushu lifted the scarf over his head in an attempt to avoid the conversation

"You want to use Mushu?" - Beastboy

"I mean, he has magic, but." - Raven

"Mushu?" - Marinette picked Mushu up until they were face to face

"No. Now put me down." - Mushu

"*sigh* I guess I was wrong to assume you could make it the perfect heist, sorry, I forgot that you're power is dramatic as fuck sass." - Marinette put Mushu back down as she looked to her friends

"What about Tapp? He is the Kwami of magic, so he can probably just teleport you where you want to go." - Garfield pointed to Tapp who was napping in the hoodie of Raven's cloak

". . . Blueberry." - Mushu looked up at Marinette

"Yes oh Mighty Mushu?" - Marinette with an all knowing smug grin

"Just give me your strategy, the outfit you'll wear, and the equipment you'll use so I can perfect it. Leave finding the Batmobile to Tappy." - Mushu

"... Why not just cause a situation were they need the Batmobile? Then when they leave, you take it?" - Garfield was smacked on his shoulder by Raven

"NOT HELPING!" - Raven

"No, then I won't be able to spray paint it, though a distraction would be nice." - Marinette looked over to her two friends

"No./I'll help!" - Raven and Beastboy looked at each other, staring intensely to see who would give in to helping Marinette first

"Come on Raven! I just need you two to cause a distraction, preferably some type of magical illusion, that way no one gets hurt." - Marinette

"No. Absolutely, no way in hell-" - Raven

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 24, 20𝚇𝚇, 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: 7:48𝚊𝚖.

"How the fuck does she always convince me?" - Raven mumbled to herself while looking through her magical binoculars from the top of a tall buildings' roof garden, 1 block away from the Museum

"It's because yuh love me." - Wonder Quinn stood next to Raven, giving her a side hug

"No, it's because you bribed me with a new perfected magic cloak." - Raven returned the side hug as she continued to watch the Museum

"I prefer the word bargaining and 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 it's a Christmas gift to you, I just so happened to offer it to you for a good distraction." - Wonder Quinn

"Highway robbery." - Raven

"No, all's fair in Gotham." - Wonder Quinn

"It's a miracle none of the Bats have found you yet." - Raven

"Lady Luck is on my side!" - Wonder Quinn gave Raven a thumbs up as she looked towards the Museum - "Anyway, GreenBean should soon be reporting that the Rice Batch is in the oven." - Wonder Quinn looked at her watch, 10 minutes left

"At least explain why our Codenames are food based." - Raven deadpanned

"I was hungry at the time." - Wonder Quinn just shrugged her shoulders as she went to stand closer to the edge of the building

"Why am I not surprised?" - Raven went next to Wonder Quinn and handed her the magical binoculars while keeping an eye out for the Bats

"It is what it is, PizzaRave." - Wonder Quinn said as she put the binoculars to her face

"Why did you have to name me that?" - Raven looked at Wonder Quinn, who had handed back the binoculars, and was now growing lots of flowers along the flowerbeds

"It was all I could think of in the moment." - Wonder Quinn could only shrugg as she replied before sensing a... weird soul heading towards them - "Someone's here."

"What?-" - Raven

"Shhhhhh... Be vewy vewy qwiet." - Wonder Quinn imitating Elmer Fudd from Looney Tunes

Raven rolled her eyes, but nodded as they went to hide behind the various plants Wonder Quinn grew in the flowerbeds close to the edge as they waited in silence. Raven didn't see anyone, but Wonder Quinn could still feel them.

"Hey Raven, who you got with you?" - Batgirl poking her head around the flowerbed they were hiding behind

Both girls shouted in surprise and Raven may or may not have accidentally knocked Wonder Quinn off the side of the building

"... Oh shit." - Raven/Batgirl were about ready to jump to save Wonder Quinn, but both saw all the plants grow rapidly to chase after her. They soon saw her being lifted back onto the roof by the plants.

"As much as I like feeling the wind in my face, please, don't do that again." - Wonder Quinn dusted the imaginary dust off her as she put the plants back and thanked them

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" - Raven walked up to WQ and saw her start to laugh slightly

"Yeah... though I'm not sure I can say the same for Mushu... his scream was so fucking hilarious!" - WQ soon started cackling as Mushu popped out

"I DID NO SUCH THING!" - Mushu

"So. Mind telling me what's going on? I felt a disturbance in the force and came here, saw you two talking and decided to come by and say hi, and now I'm seeing a Chinese Dragon?" - Batgirl tilted her head as she admired Mushu

"Um... we- her? Just talking?" - Raven was visibly sweating magic bullets... as in they were glowing slightly

"Uh-Huh, 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 believable, but really, what were you two talking about? And what's with the little dra-" - Batgirl

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚗! 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚗! 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: ‘𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚣𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚝’ 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙶𝚘!" - 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚎-𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚎

Everyone stared at each other in silence. Batgirl instantly knew it was Beastboy on the other end of the walkie-talkie

"Mind telling me what this ‘BlackTwizller Heist’ is all about?" - Batgirl

— - — - — - — - One explanation later  - — - — - — - — - —

"HAHAHAHAAA! OH MY GAWD! BATS WOULD FLIP!" - Batgirl was bent over cackling at the thought of Batman's reaction

"Yeah probably..." - Wonder Quinn looked to Raven with a slightly nervous expression as she knew the plan was ruined

"HAHAAAA... okay... hehehe... wait. Okay, I can't... hheheee, let you hahaaaa!" - Batgirl had uncontrollable laughter as she tried to be serious

"Are you okay?" - Raven/Wonder Quinn

"Hehehehe... yeah, oh man... You know what?" - Batgirl seemed to have an almost mischievously evil smile spread across her face as she looked at the two girls

"What?" - Raven and Wonder Quinn looked at Batgirl with mild confusion

"I think Bats deserves a little Christmas gift, just promise you won't do anything stupid-... well, the plan is already kinda stupid, but you know what I mean." - Batgirl seemed to have an uncontrollable smile as she took out her communication device (it's a phone, but Bats calls it that) and started typing

"What are you doing?" - Raven looked at Batgirl with suspicion

"Just texting the Bats a bet, may as well make a little profit while you're at it." - Batgirls' phone soon started buzzing with replys, she showed it to the girls with an evil grin

~—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—~

"30 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝." - BatQueen

"35 says I'm with BatQueen!" - Red_Hooded_Goof

"36 says it'll be quite for once." - Flying_Blue_Bird

"37 says the city won't be ruined in some way, shape or form." - Running_On_S̶l̶e̶e̶p̶_Caffeine

"38 says they get themselves in Arkham." - Demonic_Robin

"39 says whatever happens, Bats will flip his sh-t." - She_Who_Sees&Knows_All

"40 says it's something big." - !NINJA!_Bat

"50 says no." - THE_Brooding_Bat

"... Just be back in time for breakfast." - Penny_For_Your_Thoughts

~—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—·—–·–—~

"Y'all are gonna be rich." - Batgirl mimicking an evil villain laugh

"... Y.E.S." - Wonder Quinn doing the same thing, but actually cackling a little bit like Harley Quinn to Batgirl's surprise

"I feel like I should be even more concerned, but in all honesty, I threw my concern out the window when you bribed me here." - Raven looked to the two with a deadpan stare

"Bargained." - WQ corrected her friend

"Bribery is still highway robbery." - Raven

"So, assuming Miss Batgirl is on our side, all we need now is for Raven to- *ᗷOOᗰ*" - WQ soon saw smoke coming from the Museum, staring for a moment before looking to Batgirl and Raven...

"Wasn't me Chief." - Raven lifted her hands up in a 'Wasn't me' gesture

". . .shit" - WQ, Batgirl and Raven began running along the rooftops towards the Museum, where they soon saw the Joker's goons loading their trucks with artifacts worth millions. They saw some civilians beign held hostage with bombs strapped to them, they couldn't see the Joker until he walked out holding something small in his hand that looked rather expensive.

"... HE HAS MY BROOCH!" - Mushu was looking very angry as the Clown pinned the brooch to his suit

"Wait what?" - WQ looked closer to the brooch... and noticed it has the same energy as Mushu - "oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'? STOP SITTING HERE AND SAVE MY BROOCH AND THOSE PEOPLE!" - Mushu

"I'm gonna ignore the order you said that in." - Wonder Quinn

"I'm calling Bats, sorry, BlackTwizller Heist is a bust." - Batgirl

After Batgirl had called the Bats in, they could only keep an eye out  and not escalated the situation for at least 3 minutes until the other Bats arrived, so they wouldn't risk the hostages' safety. But then they saw the Joker starting to play Russian Roulette with the civilians. Wonder Quinn saw and could feel the terror they felt from their energy and she saw red. She started making her way down the building before Batgirl or Raven could stop her. Landing in an alley, she went around and behind the trucks, crawling under the first truck just as a goon passed where she was standing 3 seconds before. When she saw the Joker about 10ft. from the truck she was under, the first thing she did was send a vine to grab the switch for the bombs in his back pocket — and with some help from Mushu — he never noticed it went missing and was swapped with a seed. She quickly moved underneath another truck closer to the hostages, and began disarming the switch — thanking her Uncle Ed for teaching her everything that went into the making of deadly weapons — as she carefully removed the back panel of the switch. She easily disabled it before noticing the Joker walking up to the back of the truck she was under — about 4ft. from the hostages. She took this opportunity to place the deactivated switch back and started to crawl her way to the first truck 3 ft. away when one of the goons spotted her.

"Hey boss! We got one under the truck!" - Goon

Wonder Quinn froze as the Joker bent down and made eye contact her.

"Well, well, well, looks like you missed one!" - The Joker grabbed Wonder Quinn by the hood of her costume and tossed her to one of the more muscular goons

The Joker then pulled out his gun and shot the goon who had spotted Wonder Quinn - "Honestly, you just can't find good, thorough goons these days." - He turned his attention to Wonder Quinn and had a sense of Deja Vu

"You look familiar..." - The Joker bent his torso down slightly as his hand rested at the bottom of his chin, watching Wonder Quinn thrash under the grip of the muscular goon - "Hold her still!"

The goon listened, not wanting to be shot, and kept one hand on Wonder Quinn's wrists, while his other hand held her head still

"I've seen you somewhere before..." - Just as it seemed the Joker was about to connect the dots, smoke bombs went off around them. Wonder Quinn used the goon's startled state to break free and flip him over her shoulder and onto the Joker. Wonder Quinn saw Raven's illusion of the hostages disappear just as the other Bats arrived on scene with their respective vehicles. She made her way to Raven and the former hostages before the Joker could get back up.

"You're an idiot, you could've gotten killed!" - Raven whisper yelled as she dragged Wonder Quinn behind the magic wall she created to hide her from the other Bats and keep the people safe.

"Yeah, but it gave you enough time to get the people to safety." - Wonder Quinn looked over to the people who were saved and sighed in relief when she saw none of them had any serious physical wounds

"That doesn't change the fact that you could've been killed." - Raven

"Yeah yeah, we saved people, and got you out, BUT WHERE'S MY DAMN BROOCH BLUEBERRY?!" - Mushu

The Bats confronted the Joker and took him out rather quickly, they tied him up to a metal lamppost near the armored truck that was to take him. Mushu was staring relentlessly at Wonder Quinn, while she kept analysing the situation, and then she smiled.

"... Why are you smiling like that?" - Raven already knew she was going to do something she shouldn't

"Gonna kill two birds with one stone... figuratively of course." - And with that Wonder Quinn snuck her way past the police officers, the BatBirds, and up to the Joker, who was sitting on the ground with his arms cuffed behind him around the lamppost with a very brused face

"Pardon me Monsieur Cwack Head Clown, but ai believe zat Broche eez mine." - Wonder Quinn did her best French accent while she grabbed the Brooch, ignoring the offended brused face the Joker gave her

"You have a death wish." - The Joker spoke with a sick smile that promised pain, but it didn't scare the girl, quite the opposite actually

"Non Monsieur, you are meestakén, you are le un wiv a déath wish." - Wonder Quinn flashed a devilish smile that could easily surpass the Joker's as her eyes seemed to take on an almost cat like look with a glow of swirling and crackling toxic green and hints of black on the outer edges of her former Bright Blue orbs. Joker's brused face turned to faint shock as time seemed to stop. The more he looked into the girls' eyes, the more long forgotten fear and anxiety seemed to creep out of the depths of his mind. The voices were screaming for him to run, to get away from her, or she would and could 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 him. Yet he couldn't, he felt like he was frozen as those Toxic green and shadowy black eyes stared into him, looking past the Joker and into his past. It felt like he was staring into a Black hole, or even death itself. The more it sucked him in, the harder it became to see, feel, hear. He couldn't 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚.

‘𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ?’

Everything was going dark as her glowing green eyes remained in the growing darkness. It felt like he was fading. Being 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙. He didn't — 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 — feel anything. And as if it was about to fully consume him, it stopped by someone drawing the girls' attention away from him. It all just vanished, only leaving a phantom in it's leave as time and the girls' eyes seemed to go back to normal.

"Hey you! What are you doing?!" - Some police officer

Wonder Quinn snapped out of her stare as she looked behind her, realizing all eyes were on her. She looked to the Batmobile, then to Batman – who made eye contact with her for a full second – before booking it to the Batmobile. Hopping into the front seat she closed the door and started the Car without the keys – thanks to Mushu – and drove off. Everyone infront of the Museum was in silence as they all slowly looked to Batman

"Oh my god... someone ACTUALLY STOLE BATS' RIDE!" - Red Hood was bent over cackling with his right hand on the handle of his motorcycle

"Hood that's... pfff... not funny! hehehe, You know how Bats gets... hehehe, when you cackle like that!" - Batgirl said as she too, began to cackle

"SHUDUP! Hehehe... You're the one cackling like a mad scientist!!!" - Red Hood was unable to stand as he started to wheeze

"DON'T WHEEZE! HAHAHHHHHHHH... YOU'LL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE!!!!" - and soon Batgirl was wheezing as well

No one noticed the faint remanence of terror in the Joker's eyes, they only noticed him when he began his deranged laughing, his smile somehow even more crazed as he looked in the direction where the Batmobile had driven off in. They tossed him into the back of the armored truck heading for Arkham, never once did he stop laughing until they knocked him out.

•—·–·—·–·—–·•·–—·–·—·–·—•

Wonder Quinn was now driving the Batmobile. She made sure to cut all the wires that would allow them to be tracked and pulled up to an abandoned wearhouse. Once the Batmobile was parked and the wearhouse doors were closed, she put her gasmask on and got to work.

Wonder Quinn was just about done adding the glitter when Raven teleported right next to her.

"Oh, hey Rave! So, whatcha tink of my mastuh piece?" - WQ unknowingly started sounding more like her mom the more excited she got

"It's definitely an improvement." - Raven replied with a small smile

"I also got my Beautiful Brooch back if anyone was wondering." - Mushu huggin his Brooch

"Good for you?" - Raven

"Anyway, magical Brooch and Tavel Size God aside, yuh up fawh addin' de Rain-shit-bow trail?" - WQ pulled down her gasmask to show the mischievous smile that hid below

"We're already all in at this point." - Raven's eyes glowed a faint red as she began to chant her spell - "Azarath metrion zinthos."

They all watched as the Batmobile glowed before going back to it's new glittery glory

"Rev the engine real quick, I wanna see the Rain-shit-bow in person rather than on the news." - Raven

"Sure ting!" - WQ (still not realizing she was talking more and more like her mom) got in the driver's seat and revved the engine. Raven saw a puff of rainbow smoke wizz its way out of the rocket booster with a satisfied smile.

"Did it do de ting?" - WQ looked to Raven, her eyes sparkling with mischief

"Yes. It did de ting." - Raven imitated Wonder Quinn, causing the girl to grin more

WQ paused for a moment as a very faint blush brushed her cheeks in embarrassment - "I started talking like Mama HQ didn't I?" - WQ then hopped out of the Batmobile with a big grin on her face as she looked to the new and improved Batmobile

"Yeah, but it's normal for you. I'm just glad you used your French accent around the Joker, hell forbid he finds out about you." - Raven

"Yeah Blueberry, I may not know this city, but I can tell that guy is 𝘣𝘢𝘵 -shit- crazy. He is definitely unhinged on many different levels." - Mushu, still clinging to his Brooch

"I know, I know. But those people were 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱. At least my little stunt stopped them and that block from blowing up." - WQ shrugged her shoulders as she went to grab her bat

"Yeah, so pros and cons, just don't do that again." - Raven

"Okay." - WQ gave a smile to Raven as she rested the bat on her shoulders

"Now, don't you have a new glitterfied Batmobile to joyride around Gotham?" - Raven pointing to the Batmobile

Marinette looked to the Batmobile squinting her eyes as she thought - "It needs a better name."

Raven also looked to the Batmobile as she spoke - "... Girlie-Batmobile?"

"Nah, needs something more glamorous." - WQ shook her head before going into a handstand

"... Why are you doing a handstand?" - Raven

"I get my best ideas when my brain is unduh pressure." - WQ kept looking at the Batmobile

". . .I got nothing." - Raven

"KILLER-GLITTER!" - WQ was standing up again as she looked to Raven

"Killer-Glitter?" - Raven repeated

"Killer-Glitter." - WQ nodded her head enthusiastically

"Okay. Now that that's settled, go on and cause your Christmas mayhem before they somehow find you before you even get started." - Raven

"Oh, right! Mushu, come on." - WQ went to Mushu and extended her hand out for him - "Also, should I wear your Brooch now that you got it back?"

"...Fine, but only cause it's you Blueberry." - Mushu handed back his Brooch only for it to instantly glow and morph into a rose gold ring - "..."

"Oh, cool. This makes it less noticable actually." - WQ put the ring on her right hand and extended said hand to Mushu

"... I give up. First I deal with a lady who fought a fucking army as a man, and now my Beautiful brooch is a Damn RING!" - Mushu was a bit teary eyed as he hopped onto Wonder Quinn's shoulder before mumbling to himself - "At least it still looks shiny."

"Your attachment to a magical jewel that can change into any form –but stayed as a Brooch– is a bit concerning." - Raven

"It hasn't change it's shape in over 10 millennias!" - Mushu

"Does this mean I can call you old fart when you're acting like a child?" - WQ was already making her way to the driver's seat when Mushu gasped dramatically

"How dare you! At the very least Ancient One!" - Mushu crossed his arms while he turned his head away

"Nah, that would imply that you're wise and overall not so dramatic... Old One or Geezer if anything." - WQ got another gasp

"No! I refuse! Just give me a nickname that isn't related to my age!" - Mushu didn't notice the grin that spread its way across WQ's face

"Okay... Moo-Moo." - WQ

"... EXCUSE YOU!?" - Mushu

"Down Bessy, no need to shout." - WQ Placed Mushu on the dashboard as she put her seatbelt on

"... Is this Karma?" - Mushu mumbled to himself as the Batmobile's door closed

"Okay, ‘Rainbow Palooza’ is a go." - WQ gave a thumbs up to Raven as she gave the signal over their walkie talkies before driving out of the wearhouse

·•· – — Over to the Siren Hideout — – ·•·

"Hey Ives!" - Harley shouted for Ivy from Marinette's room

"Yes Harls?" - Ivy was on the couch with Selina, both watching a wild life documentary as Harley came running down the spiral staircase

"Have yuh seen where cupcake went?" - Harley looked to the two women with slight panic

"No, but she's probably just out with Beastboy and Raven." - Selina

"...𝙃𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙚 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 did escape Arkham yesterday." - Ivy was about to get up when they heard a crash in the kitchen, only to see Raven and Beastboy stumble in cackling

"Why are you two laughing like mad- IS 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝘿 HERE?!" - Selina

"Where's Cupcake!?" - Harley

As if on que, the TV changed to a news reporter from a helicopter and they got their answer

“𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎-”

"Oh my god she didn't..." - Ivy

“-𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋-”

"She did..." - Selina spoke as a grin slowly made its way on her face

"... Oh Sweet Mudder of Violence..." - Harley

“-𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕-”

"IT HAS A RAIN-SHIT-BOW ROCKET TRAIL!" - Harley was soon cackling with Raven and Beastboy as they saw the chase

·•· – — Inside the Batmobile — – ·•·

"WOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!!!" - Marinette was having the time of her life, she never felt more alive

"SLOW DOWN BLUEBERRY! I THINK I- I'M GONNA HURL!" - Mushu wasn't though, if he wasn't clutching the fabric of Wonder Quinn's outfit in mild terror as he watched the world whiz by in a blur, he probably would be stuck to the very back of the death ride on wheels...

"Oh come on Moo-Moo! We've only been driving for 3 minutes!" - Just as Marinette made a sharp left in an almost perfect Tokyo Drift, she spotted the news chopper that was just behind her - "...That was fast."

"JUST PULL OVER AND WE CAN GET AWAY! PLEASE!" - Mushu was begging, trying to reason with Marinette, but she wasn't listening

Suddenly, the screen on the center console starting ringing, and before she realized it, Batman –with an even bigger scowl– was loking very angrily at her

"First, what the hell did you do to MY Batmobile? Second, pull over and you won't get hurt. Third-" - Batman was cutoff

"There, that's better." - Marinette held the former wires that were for the Batmobile's communications triumphantly as she continued driving

"YOU HUNG UP ON HIM?!" - Mushu

"Yeah, now can you not yell in my ear? I can't multitask, I might crash." - Marinette then threw the wires into the back seat, as she continued looking at the road

"BUT YOU TOOK OUT THOSE WIRES WHILE DRIVING! THAT'S MULTITASKING!" - Mushu

The best way to describe the chase was complete and utter. Chaos. The Batfam were after her, as well as at least 20 cop cars. She drove perfectly, every turn and Rain-shit-bow boost was flawless. She easily lost them more times than she can list on her hands, only to get bored and restart the chase just for them to lose her again.

"Damnit Moo-Moo, you're making my escape too perfect!" - WQ made a full stop in the middle of the richer part of Gotham and noticed a very nice café. Now, normally she wouldn't go in durring a chase, but as she looked behind her and saw absolutely zero life, she decided, why not? Having Mushu with her, she didn't have to worry about much.

So, she got out and stretched a bit before walking in and ordering some pastries and coffee. At First Wonder Quinn wanted to eat quickly and get back behind the wheel, but eating too quickly isn't healthy, so she made sure to take her sweet, sweet time as she enjoyed every bite and sip of her pastries and coffee. She was there for 15 minutes, and the whole time, the Café had a screen playing the news report about her. She couldn't help the small chuckles that escaped her as she saw the utter confusion on Commissioner Gordon's face as he tried to hide his mild panic. Batman was just a bit behind him, and as always, had a poker face with his oh so charming scowl. She could even see him tapping his foot impatiently as the other cops tried to get some info on where she and the new Killer-Glitter were. That's when she noticed one of the workers acting odd and saw one of the officers run up and whisper something to Batman and Gordon.

"Time to go." - Wonder Quinn got up and made her way to the exit, watching out of the corner of her eye as the workers began to act more agitated

She stopped for a moment, turned around and walked up the the worker that was behind the counter and placed a 50 dollar bill –she may or may not have found in the Killer-Glitter– infront of the confused worker before walking out and getting back in the car just as red and blue lights were faintly visible behind her. And the chase began again. They lost her again, she restarted the chase again, then they lost her again- You get the gist of it.

This went on for about 3 hours. It was now 2 a.m., and she lost the adrenaline an hour earlier, so by this point the chase only started again and again because she didn't know what else to do. Seeing Mushu frozen in the passenger seat made her finally call it quits. She drove the Killer-Glitter back to where it all began, at the Museum, and placed it exactly where it was as if she never touched it –Aside from the new look anway. And she took a few pictures to remember this beautiful moment before walking away.

—–—–—–—–—

She was long gone when they found the Killer-Glitter all by its lonesome and Wonder Quinn was happy, though the night still felt like it was missing something. She was walking down some alleys when she felt another weird soul above her.

"I know you're up there Bucket Head." - Wonder Quinn looked up and saw the person jump down

"Will you stop calling me that?" - Red Hood immerged from the shadows and stood just about 4ft. away from Wonder Quinn

"Not until you let me fix your look Bucket Head. So what brings you to little ol' me?" - Wonder Quinn asked as she leaned on the wall of the alley

"1. You kinda stole Bat's ride, 2. You definitely don't have a license, and 3. I want in." - Red Hood

"I'm sorry what now?" - Mushu popped out of WQ's hoodie at Red Hood's words

"4. What the FUCK is that?" - Red Hood

"Yes I stole the Killer-Glitter, I learned how to drive from HQ, what's in it for me? and this is the All Mighty Dramatic as Fuck Mushu." - Wonder Quinn crossed her arms as she stared Red Hood down, ignoring Mushu's dramatic gasp

"More Jolly Chaos?" - Red Hood's tone was mischievous as he seemingly pulled out a big duffle bag from no wear and showed her it's contents

"... Eggs and toilet paper. You plan on egging and tp'ing Gotham?" - Wonder Quinn kept her face neutral as she rased a single eyebrow

"I got a bet I wanna win, and if you're game, we'll split the profits 50-50." - Red Hood reached out his hand as he proposed his offer

"Lets add some artful charcoal designs and Mistletoe while we're at it." - Wonder Quinn shook Red Hood's hand to seal the deal

"Ho ho ho." - Red Hood

"Now, where to first on the naughty list?" - Wonder Quinn

-Jingle Bell Rock!-

They first stopped by the Museum again and tp'd, egged, and charcoaled the building. Then they stopped by WE where they drew the Batfam symbols in charcoal, eggs and tp, and maybe a few inappropriate things courtesy of Red Hood, then they finished it by adding some mistletoe in the more secure areas of the building. Next up was the Botanical Gardens, and they only carefully added Mistletoe so they would thrive because of Wonder Quinn. Then they went to The Iceberg Lounge, they made sure it wasn't too bad with tp and eggs, but they did add a shit ton of Mistletoe to every room and some more profanities and a pile of coal courtesy of Red Hood. After that was the GSPC, where they just put some Tp and Mistletoe. Then they went to Wayne Manor on Wonder Quinn's request, they Tp'd the entire estate, egged drawings and faces of profanity courtesy of Red Hood, and drew with charcoal 'Merry Christmas' (Red Hood may or may not have left coal in the shape of a Katana for Damian). And last but not least, Arkham. The made sure to cover every nook and cranny in tp, eggs, and big lumps of coal. they may or may not have also added some Mistletoe near the bathrooms, the inmate cells, cafeteria, guard room, offices, locker rooms, gear rooms, utility closets... they pretty much got every doorway with Mistletoe.

And so they made Gotham a kissy profanity Christmas wonderland.

-Jingle Bell Rock End-

When the deed was done, they vowed to never speak of their actions to any soul of authority.

And so Marinette was walking down the alley not far from home as she hummed some Christmas songs. After a few minutes she entered the overgrown parking lot, walking through the gate into the lush garden before walking inside the hideout. She was greeted by Ivy and Selina at the door, and saw her friends and Harley replaying over and over the chase from earlier. After a slight scolding she spent the rest of the night with her family and friends on the couch, all falling asleep around 4 a.m.

•—·–·—·–·—–· In the Bat-Cave ·–—·–·—·–·—•

"Done, now we can finally sleep." - Steph, Cass, Barbara, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian had all finally finished washing off all the paint from the Batmobile. They had just started to walk away when they heard Cass make a loud drawn out whine, the all turned to see the Batmobile coverd in glow in th dark paint

"I'm fucking breaking Father's No Kill rule!" - Damian growled as he threw his sponge at the Batmobile, watching as it weakily hit the car and flopped to the floor. Everyone just left, not wanting to go another night without sleep, Steph and Jason were already laughing like they were on Joker Gas, a sign that they 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 their sleep. Bruce would just have to deal with it.

•—·–·—·–·—–· Back to the Siren Hideout·–—·–·—·–·—•

"Breaking news, after the Batmobile was stolen late into the night and mysteriously returned, Arkham Officials found the entire facility covered in Mistletoe, tp, coal and eggs, a few other locations were also covered, the only one that seemed to only get Mistletoe was the Botanical Gardens, whoever did this, how the **** did you get Santa's traveling powers?-"

The TV was turned off by Selina as she looked to Marinette - "Look Kitten, I don't know how you did it, but I am so proud of you!" - Selina gave Marinette a hug, only to be stopped by Harley unmuting the TV

"Update, turns out the Arkham inmates didn't take to well to the Coal and Mistletoe, some are now in critical care while the others are now locked in their coal filled room-"

"D'ja rig any of de coals in Mistuh J's cell?" - Harley gave Marinette a hug as she asked her question

"They may be sharp, and he won't be able to sleep until they get the coal out." - Marinette replied

"I will say this, well done on the execution." - Ivy also hugged Marinette for a moment - "You're also grounded for driving without an adult next to you in the car."

"But Mushu is an Adult!" - Marinette pointed to Mushu who was in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and sucking his claw

"... I tink yuh broke him Cupcake."

*Sad Mushu Noises*

And that's how Gotham had both the best, and weirdest Christmas ever, Marinette couldn't go out for the next few day, both because she was grounded and because Robin was out for revenge.

All in all, it was an amazing Christmas.

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[doctordaddysir]

If you have time, I’d love some advice.

I (f) had a threesome with my boyfriend (m) and my best friend (f) last night, and again this morning. This is something we had all been conversing about for months and looking forward to, something we were all excited about, and last night we had the opportunity and took it.

Today I woke up and I just felt…. Heavy. Inadequate. Not at all good enough. And I feel so fucking guilty for those feelings bc both of them thoroughly enjoyed themselves. And I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, because I did. But the aftermath. My stupid brain. And while we all kind of decompressed together throughout the day today, (as she hung out w me/napped together while bf worked, and then we all ate dinner together before she went home) I just kept getting stuck in my head w these obnoxious thoughts. And I /know/ things are fine. I /know/ none of any of these dynamics are going to be altered by these events. It’s just my brain stuck on a loop of worthlessness and I hate every second of this.

Wow. Novel and a half later.

Do you have any advice on how to feel less guilt and feel more worth when it comes to sex and play partners and within a d/s relationship in general? I just. Ugh. I know this is so long and is asking so much in such an open ended manner. I just thought you might have some much needed insight.

I always appreciate your time. 🖤

I always have time to give advice or even just read and listen. My inbox and asks are always open.

First I want to make sure that you know that NONE of those feelings stupid or dumb, and shouldnt make you feel like crap. Everything you feel can be very normal after the first time doing something like this. Simply because you and your bf and you and your bff have amazing relationships with each other separately that doesnt always equate to having an amazing relationship or time together. If that makes sense. Many people assume that a three way will be easy, that It will just flow and be terrific and happy and not change anything after it's done and that's just not always the case.

Give yourself time to process this. Your feelings are valid and don't try to belittle your own thoughts simpler because the other two had a good time. It sounds like you all three did but your thoughts afterward are still your thoughts, regardless if they are good or bad, and you need to spend time reflecting on those feelings.

I know for me, personally, I have a very difficult time with threesomes and don't really enjoy them at all. I've even had one ruin a really good relationship. I'm definitely not saying that they are good or bad for everyone I'm saying they are different for each person.

I have many friends that have them regularly with their best friend and husband, best friend and wife, etc, and they feel it adds to their overall closeness and that's fantastic for them.

Jealousy, doubt, fear, guilt, are all possibilities here and don't dismiss those as stupid without taking time to process, come down from the night, and consider all the options. It's perfectly ok to realize that it happened once but you may not want it again and it's perfectly ok to decide that you loved it and would like to pursue it more. Whatever you decide is the right answer, and definitely take some time to figure it out. Don't be pressured to do it again because they liked it, or because he liked it, etc.

I'm sure I have followers that can tell you very good examples of how threesomes worked for them, and many followers that will tell you horror stories of how threesomes effected them.

Safety, sanity, and your well being come first. Don't tell yourself that your initial thoughts are selfish or stupid. You're having them, so you need to process them and see.

Good luck with it and if you have more questions or just need to talk something out feel free to message me privately.

As far as how to feel like you have more worth or less guilt in a d/s relationship in general I'll say this. Guilt is typically an outside influence, maybe from a partner that's pushing or trying to tell you that you shouldn't feel the things you feel. If that's the case have a talk with them about your feelings and explain why you are feeling that way and figure out changes to stop that.

As far as feeling worthy in d/s I hope you understand that d/s is about trust, belonging, and feeling worthy and good. Your partner should be lifting you up to feel worthy and you should be lifting your partner up. It's all.about your limits. There nothing to say that d/s must Include pain, humiliation, threesomes, sharing your partner with anyone, sharing yourself with someone just to please your partner etc. D/S is simply what you need it to be to feel safe and worthy to another person. Understanding what you need out of a d/s relationship and finding someone that understands those needs and helps fulfill them is what it's about. You do you and only go as far as you are comfortable going.

[kiame-sama]

28 years (1st pregnancy)- Yandere!Silva x Reader (tiny lime)

One of you lovies, requested to know what I think Silva acted like during the first pregnancy in 28 Years! I am currently working on part 3 of 28 years and should have it out sometime soon, but for now, here's the backstory of when Illumi was born! If you would like more from this vein, perhaps I'll just make 28 years into a full-blooded story!

Warnings; mention of blood, protective Silva, mention of adult themes from '28 Years', the struggles of pregnancy, mention of abusive behavior, hypersensitivity, surprisingly fluffy moments, a bit of ooc, Silva's depravity, creepy moments, ANGST, tiny lime moment, milk (women do produce it during pregnancy, after all), MORE ANGST, mention of depression,

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That night, after the female doctor checked you and confirmed you were pregnant, almost everything changed.

She had confirmed you were pregnant after her initial inspection and was promptly told to leave. Quickly following, you had fallen back into a fitful sleep, tired from your sudden sickness and the realization that you were carrying this monster's infant.

You woke up several hours later in your bed, feeling more well rested than you had in years. The room from the beginning had been rather sparsely decorated and had a few modest blankets over the slightly uncomfortable bed.

But now, everything was different.

The bed beneath you was unbelievably soft and plush. It was far more comfortable than it had been before, practically enveloping your body and supporting you. It was covered with a heavenly cloth that was what you assumed to be some kind of high-grade material that you could never afford. Many blankets and similar items had been added during your nap, and they now wrap around your figure comfortably.

Shelves, drawers, and other such things had been added to the room as well. You quickly noticed that all sharp corners and hard edges on the furniture had been sanded smooth. The hard floor had been covered with what looked to be unbelievably soft carpet.

It stunned you and you almost got up before voices came close, quickly pretending you were asleep, making sure to keep your breaths even.

"-stays comfortable. If I didn't know better, I would say you've become more than just interested in her, Silva."

"I told you from the first day she arrived, I have no intention of leaving or losing her."

"Your children are next in the Zoldyck line, so they should carry on the family business and name."

"I'm not losing her to anything, old-man. I'm not losing her to illness. I'm not letting her go. And I'm not losing her life for an heir."

"Her having your child proves she is yours and only yours, doesn't it?"

"..."

"That's what you want, isn't it? That's what you've wanted from the moment you first laid eyes on her. You've wanted her to belong to you, to love you, to worship you like you do to her. You want her to fear you enough to respect your authority, but refuse to actually lay a harmful hand on her. You need her like a drug so you refuse to let her go. You don't want to lose her? Then don't."

"..."

After another moment of silence, you heard the door to your room open for a moment before before gently closing, Silva likely checking in on you. It was odd, as he didn't usually show much concern for your desires or comfort. He would take you when he wished even if you didn't want him to, he always had that strong chain keeping you from being able to reach the door or window, he hardly cared if you wanted to leave or wanted him to leave.

But now it sounded like your captor showed more concern for you than he had initially let on. You had been so scared that he would truly kill you if you didn't obey, but Zeno is making it seem like Silva would never actually harm you like that. He likely needed you more than even he thought, so he refuses to bargain your health for anything.

"Fine. But I'm not taking contracts while she is pregnant."

"That's fine."

"And if it is between her life or the infant's, there is no question that I will choose for her to live. If she dies and the child lives, I'll kill it myself."

You shivered at the sudden dark tone that his voice had taken and you tried not to flinch or react when the door opened again. You couldn't hear the approaching footsteps but you continued your act, laying as still and relaxed as you possibly could. Just because you knew he wouldn't kill you now, doesn't mean you wanted to push him that far just to test it out.

If he thought you were resting, you may learn even more on how you might escape or what you could use to your advantage. For a moment you considered holding the life of the infant hostage, but it was clear he didn't care about the child enough to release you. That thought, however, quickly left your mind as you knew it wouldn't work and you didn't want to draw an innocent life into it.

The child may be of your captor, but an infant shouldn't bear the sins of the parent. If you really were stuck here, why would you ever allow the child to be hurt by your hands? No. As long as you could help it, your child will be safe from their dangerous father and will be protected in your arms.

The bed slightly slumped somewhere near your body as Silva sat down. You knew it was him from the moment the door had opened, but the slight trailing touch on your shoulder confirmed it. Silva barely allowed the female doctor to touch you, so of course he wouldn't let Zeno touch you.

"It seems you truly do care for the woman. At first it seemed that this was just lust, but that isn't it. You love this woman, don't you?"

"... Yes."

The sudden voice of Zeno almost made you jolt as it seems both assassins were in the room with you. Silva was closer to you, judging by the volume of his voice. Another soft touch on your shoulder slightly soothed you, as you were feeling more than a little starved for gentle contact.

You let yourself enjoy the moment, even if it was gentle affection from the man who destroyed your life. The continued gentle action made you actually slip into sleep, resting easy even with two killers nearby.

~~~~~~

You were around three months into your pregnancy and you almost felt like you were actually in a relationship with the terrifying man.

Almost.

You were still collared and your collar was still attached to a chain. You weren't allowed to go outside, no matter how many times or what way you asked.

Beyond that, however, Silva was more accommodating and gentle with you. He no longer took you against your will anymore, instead he held you close and had you sit on his lap. You weren't ecstatic about being forced to cuddle with him, but it was better than the alternative.

He spent almost all of his time with you, needing some kind of contact with you at all times. You faintly assumed it was his way of satisfying his need for you that didn't involve fucking you.

You were currently seated upon his lap, reading a book from the many he had left in the room for you. It was some kind of adventure book, but you weren't really paying attention. As you went to flip to the next page, a sudden pain in your abdomen forced you to drop it, letting out a light cry of pain.

"What? What's wrong? Answer me!"

You felt his form rigid beneath you, one of his hands on your thigh and the other on your stomach. You shook your head, getting your breath back from being so suddenly winded by the sharp pain.

"It's done... It's done..."

"What is?"

"The pain... It's gone..."

"What happened?"

Silva's voice was a low growl and his grip on your leg tightened slightly. He seemed more stressed than you were at that moment and you hesitantly rested your hands over his. At the warmth of your hands he slowly relaxed, frowning in displeasure.

"I don't know what happened. It's probably nothing."

"I'm having your doctor check you."

"I said it's nothing."

"And I say you are going to be checked. I already dislike the pregnancy, I'm not going to let you die and leave me because of it."

He moved to set you gently on the couch as he left to retrieve the kind doctor.

You almost wanted to sigh in displeasure at the idea. Though you appreciated your doctor you felt like you had seen her almost every day.

Her name was Kikyo and she served two roles at the Zoldyck estate. The first being your doctor, as she was well versed in medicine. The second being your decoy.

Apparently her family tried to set her up with Silva and quickly abandoned her afterwards. Zeno often refered to her with a cruel title, "that useless woman," as she was infertile. Her family had been slaughtered for daring to try and trick them, and only by her medical abilities was she saved from suffering the same fate.

Shortly after she arrived at the estate, Silva had brought you in as well. She was the only female there who had medical experience and so she was spared under the condition of playing her two roles.

As your doctor, she obviously took over your primary care. As your stand-in, she was the one who attended meetings and other things of the like to seem like she was married to Silva. Others only saw her and not you, meaning she would be targeted should anyone try to attack the family.

You had made a pact with her, that if anything should happen to you, she would take your child and run. She couldn't have children and you could never leave. You both suffered something and so, you both connected on a different level. Outside of other Zoldycks, she was the only one allowed to come see you.

She was an unlikely friend in your dark new life. You took comfort in her presence and she took comfort in yours. Though you two barely got to speak due to Silva's possessive behavior, you had both formed a near unbreakable friendship.

You looked up when the door opened once more, Silva entering followed closely by Kikyo. You kept a calm facade as you knew that Silva would become jealous should you show excitement upon seeing her, and you would rather not risk the life of your friend.

"What's happening?"

"Sudden sharp pain. It didn't last long, but it certainly was there."

"Centered around the stomach?"

"Yes."

You sat as still as possible, feeling Silva's eyes bore into you from across the room as Kikyo examined you. She gently lifted your loose shirt to prod gently at your stomach. You let out a small squeak of pain when she put light pressure in a certain spot, making her focus on that area.

"It just started today?"

"Yeah..."

"And localized around here primarily?"

"Yes."

"Hm... Might have to preform an ultrasound to see what's going on. Women are more likely to lose their child around the end of the first trimester at three months in. Could be the embryotic sack has been punctured, or it is just a simple pain of your body adjusting to the child. Regardless, it should be checked."

You nodded and she stood, looking over at Silva.

"Sir, I will need to retrieve the ultrasound equipment. Likely should do it soon since these pains can indicate something life-threatening to both her and the-"

"Stay here. I will send out others to retrieve it immediately."

Kikyo nodded and returned to kneeling in front of you, continuing her examination of your slightly swelling stomach. Silva paused at the door, only for a moment and looked back at you and Kikyo, his eyes cold as the darkest ice.

"If she dies or if anything happens to her, I will torture you for days on end and flay you alive. Understood?"

"... Yes, sir."

With that he left, closing the door behind him. You wasted no time in resting your hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a hug, both to comfort her and yourself.

"I wish he didn't threaten you, I'm so sorry..."

"It's not your fault. We were both thrown unwillingly into this life. We didn't choose this, it was chosen for us. I'm just glad I can help in whatever way I can."

~~~~~~

Five months in and you were already so sick of it. Sick of being stuck in a room. Sick of being told to sit down and rest. Sick of having cravings. All of it.

Pickles and chocolate sauce? Watermelon and pretzels? And damn it, you could barely remember things at times. SIMPLE things. And not to mention all of the tossing and turning because nothing was comfortable anymore.

And the mood-swings. Oh hell, the mood-swings. You can be happily pacing as you've taken to recently, but the moment Silva tells you to sit and rest you're sobbing hysterically or shouting at him. Your faintly surprised he hasn't retaliated or snapped at you. No, he just stays infuriatingly calm and holds you until you calm down or pass out.

It was surprisingly more comfortable to sit on him than the couch or bed, as the way you can lean back and still have support around your stomach did wonders for the back pain.

You leaned back against the warm chest behind you, wanting to just sleep and relax instead of pacing as you usually did. You were starting to slip into sleep when you tugged at your shirt, feeling a wet sensation on your chest.

You opened your eyes to snap at Silva for toying with you, but his hands were resting beneath your stomach. A small bit of confusion sparked in your tired mind so you reached up to examine your shirt. Indeed, there were two wet spots on your shirt.

Out of confusion and lack of caring, you lifted your top completely to examine your chest. To your surprise, white liquid was beading up on your breasts.

"What the hell..?"

Your question drew Silva's attention, making him lean forward to see what you were looking at.

"Seems you've started producing milk early."

"But... That isn't supposed to happen until right before the baby's born..."

"It can happen early... Sometimes months early."

One hand slowly trailed up your stomach, making you shiver in stress. His movement was so slow and sensual that you felt worried he would try something, seeing as he had left you alone for months now. You let out a soft whimper when he cupped your chest, thumb gathering the liquid.

He growled at your whimper, retracting his hand from you and licking the cream off of his thumb. His pupils were fully dilated and focused only on you. He was snapped out of his trance-like state when you protectively wrapped your arms around your stomach.

He stopped himself and frowned, letting his hands rest where they had been, the lust was clear in his eyes. It seemed to be ripping him to pieces to have to resist touching you. His eyes trailed to your stomach and you could have sworn you saw hate in them. When he spoke next, it was softer, gentler. Almost like a low croon.

"You know... I have no intention of sharing you with anyone. No one gets to touch you like I do and no one should even lay their eyes on you other than me. Do you know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?"

"..."

"I thought I had died and actually woke up in the afterlife. I don't believe in any of that, even if my great-grandfather does. But I honestly thought you were an angel."

"..what-?"

"From that moment I knew I had to have you. To hold you. To keep you in my arms. I knew I wasn't going to share you with anyone or let anyone take you from me. So I clipped your wings. Now my angel can't fly away from me. Now you're for my eyes only."

His low voice in your ear made a whimper escape your lips, very suddenly feeling unsafe in his arms. You slowly wrapped your arms around you, moving your hands beneath his, not wanting him to touch your stomach anymore.

His eyes flickered for only a moment, to you stomach and then back at you, a displeased look in his eyes. You began to feel more attached to the life growing within you, now wanting to keep both you and your child safe from the man who claimed to love you.

~~~~~~

Eight months.

Eight long months.

You've begun to notice how Silva has been acting more and more aggressive than usual. He is becoming visibly irate whenever he looks at your stomach, seeming to dislike how he had to leave you alone. He was antsy, he was impatient, he wanted nothing to do with the impending arrival of the infant.

It was only now that you realized what could happen to you. Silva already disliked the child and he had spoken many times about refusing to share you. The child you have been trying so hard to protect would be taken from you.

You just knew it. He would never let you keep your baby.

You began to refuse to let him touch your stomach. You refused to let him hold you. When you would sleep, you did so on your side, facing away from him.

Your actions seemed to bother him in a whole new way. At one point, he seemed to be affectionate towards the life inside of you, even waking you in the night while speaking to it. But now, he was a completely different person.

It seemed he disliked sharing your attention with the soon to be born infant. Like he no longer saw it as a way to possess you, but a threat to his time with you. A threat to him.

Your actions of turning away from him only made it worse. Instead of protecting the child, you only made him begin to loathe it. It threatened him now, and it was taking the attention he felt entitled to.

You worried what would happen when the child was finally born.

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The unconscious woman awoke with a start, panting heavily and looking around. She was in bed. The lights in the room were turned off, and a figure slept next to her.

The first thing she noticed was that her stomach was no longer as extended as it had once been. An emptiness within that made a whimper escape her lips. Her hand resting over her stomach.

"You're awake."

A deep voice from the figure beside her rumbled out, slowly sitting up.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"You know who! Where is my baby?"

"..."

"Damn it, answer me!"

"Dead. Died during birth."

The world shattered in that moment. Nothing was real. Nothing made sense.

"I don't believe you... I don't believe you! You killed him didn't you!?"

"(Y/n), stop. This isn't-"

"I heard him cry. I know my baby didn't die during birth. I heard him cry."

The tense silence was nearly deafening, only to be broken by sobs as her anger gave way to crushing grief.

"(Y/n)-"

"Don't touch me you murderer! You killed my baby! You couldn't stand me looking at anyone but you, so you killed him!"

"I did not kill the infant-"

"Stop lying to me!"

She slowly stumbled out of bed, covering her eyes and sobbing. Silva let her go, knowing she would react this way. Of course, he could have told her that the child survived, and the both of them almost died after she gave birth. But he didn't want her to know the child was still alive.

He believed lying to her was more merciful so she could move on faster. But, if she learns the child is still alive, she will never let it go.

But he was wrong. He was so wrong. It had been weeks, and still she wept. Still she paced. Still she pulled on her chain desperately towards the door, hand stretched out as far as possible.

She refused to be consoled, practically feral every time he tried to touch her. She suffered. She would sit for hours, nearly choking herself in attempts to get out to search for any sign of her child being alive. She would pace with empty eyes, arms wrapped around herself as if to try and keep it together.

She was lost. She wailed until her voice was gone. She clawed at him until his arms bled- a rather impressive feat on its own- leaving scars behind.

Then, three weeks after being separated from her child, she disappeared. Her collar on the floor, door open, and nowhere in sight.

"No one saw her leave!? All of you, eyes everywhere and not one of you saw her get out?! Search for her. Now. If any of you dare come back empty-handed I will slaughter all of you."

The butlers scrambled and scurried from the room like rats, all terrified to look back at those cold blue eyes.

"Where is the infant?"

"She wanted him to be named Illumi, and he's in the nursery. She didn't take him. I doubt she even knew he was still alive."

"She's convinced that he is."

"And she's right. It was a foolish mistake to take him from her. She-"

Silva's fist silenced the chastising words of his father, the very wall cracking and breaking. His hand was sunk into the concrete and the metal behind it was bending under the pressure. He had done it with his own raw strength and rage at his little darling being allowed to slip away. He didn't use his Nen, but his bare hand.

"I know. I'm well aware it was foolish. But someone let her out."

"What do you mean?"

"She was set loose by someone. The collar was opened, not torn. The door was unlocked, not burst open. Her tracker was removed, by someone who knew it was there."

"Someone helped her escape."

The soft sound of heels clicking against the ground drew the attention of the two men. Kikyo had arrived.

"There is no blood in the room. So she wasn't taken by force. There were no prints either. Nothing but her own. There is a slight residue left behind, likely from disposable gloves. She was let out by someone who knew what they were doing. Whoever it was likely told her the true fate of her infant."

"If that's so, why didn't she take him?"

"Perhaps she knew not to. She could have assumed that the child is alive somewhere else, or she could believe that the child is safer if she didn't take him."

Silva was about to turn his rage against Kikyo before a soft knock sounded. Silva did not move from his spot, fist still sunken deep within the wall. Zeno was the one to open the door and receive the news, knowing what would result the moment Silva heard it.

"She's been located."

"Where?"

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Empty eyes.

Devoid of light, of emotion, of anyone still left within.

Like a doll with all of the stuffing having been torn out. She doesn't move anymore. She doesn't eat. She doesn't make a single sound.

She sits with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms around them. She hasn't blinked for who knows how long. Her arms and legs covered in blooming purple marks shaped like hands. She doesn't even cry anymore.

"What is wrong with her? Answer me now."

"She's checked out completely."

"The hell does that mean?"

"It means she's so mentally, physically, and emotionally broken she's not there anymore. Maybe deep inside, buried away, but that isn't her anymore. Humans can withstand many things that should kill them. But those who go through extreme loss, or abuse-"

The doctor was cut off, a hand wrapped tightly around her neck, causing her to choke. She tried weakly to claw at the iron grip, though her nails didn't even break the skin.

"Choose your next words wisely. I do not abuse my wife. She needed to learn that running from me solves nothing for her. It only results in suffering to leave. She will not leave again. And if she doesn't leave, she won't be hurt again."

With that he dropped the choking woman to the ground, watching with cold eyes as she gasped and fought to breathe. Still, the woman in the corner did not move, her eyes staring through everyone. She was gaunt, pale, and seemed lifeless.

"She won't come back. Not on her own. You say you taught her to not run? She won't. Not anymore. She isn't even in there anymore to think about running."

Even in his anger, he knew she was right. He knew he had gone too far. He knew his little wife was broken. He hadn't intended on pushing her that far or harming her as he did. Her flame was gone. Her eyes were empty.

That was not his angel. That was a shell.

"Then how do I fix it?"

"I don't know."

"How do I fix it!?"

"I don't know!"

The cry of an infant was heard clearly throughout the room, nearly echoing off the walls. It had come from the door that led out of the cell, and was getting louder.

"What the hell is that old fool doing? Does he honestly think bringing that thing will help-"

"Baby?"

A croaking and strained voice met Silva's ears, silencing him and drawing his complete attention.

She had moved.

She could barely crawl, let alone walk, but still she was drawn to the door, like a moth to a flame. She reached the length of the chain and still kept trying to reach the door, whining in desperation.

"Baby..! My baby..!"

Her voice was strained and gasping but still she extended her arms as far as she could reach, choking herself with the collar. Then it finally opened as Zeno entered, a swaddling of blankets in his arms fussing and crying.

"Baby! BABY!"

Her voice was screeching at this point, fingers tense with stained muscles, all of her energy focused on reaching out to the tiny life in the arms of the elder. He did not hesitate to place the crying infant into her arms, allowing her to retreat to her corner with the bundle held close.

Curling her body protectively, she gently moved the blankets from the face of her child. A soft cooing noise coming from deep within her as she rocked the infant.

"My baby... My Illumi... My light..."

She continued to coo low hums and soft whispering to the now quiet child. Her entire being seeming to strain and hurt, but she still smiled, rocking the infant slowly.

Zeno then joined the two who were silenced by the sudden revitalization of the previously broken woman.

"How did you know that would work?"

"Boy, do you think you're the only one in the entire family who has found someone this precious to them? It tends to run in the family. Yes, you went too far. We all did. Wonder why you're an only child? Why I am an only child? The only difference is she was able to be brought back, and you had better not do it again, do you hear me? You don't know what that loss truly feels like. It will destroy you if you let it. I didn't let it. My father did."

There was a silence in the air at the revelation. The realization of what could happen and what has happened.

"You do not harm her again, because she won't survive it. You will not take that child away until she has healed. And you damn well won't allow this to happen again."

The gentle cooing continued, followed by soft sounds of an infant babbling. Small hands rest against the pale (s/c) cheeks of his mother, large doll eyes gazing up intelligently. He knew who she was. He had heard her voice many times. She was comfort, and her heartbeat gently pulled him into sleep.

"Baby... My baby."

Her soft words carried as she curled on her side, cradling the infant and using her arms as a bed. Her back turned to the others, facing the corner and humming softly, joining the infant in slumber.

"I won't let her get like this again."

#Silva Zoldyck #hxh silva #Silva #daddy silva #silva x reader #yandere #yandere silva x reader #yandere silva #Female reader #fem reader #pregnant reader

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Hey hey hey, chapter 4 . Please remember if you want to be tagged you have to message me and not just like the post. Reader and the boys get more interaction. I'll probably spend the next few chapters having the characters get to know each other more. Anyways enjoy!💖💖

Tw: decapitated head

Pairings : Axel x reader Otto x reader Oscar x reader

Runaway

Chapter 4:

A Fish Dinner

They had stopped at a house. Pulling the truck up to the curb. Knocking on the door a plump older women coming to answer. She hadn't bothered asking about the unconscious body they were holding. It wasn't her business to care. They were informed there was only one bed open. The boys came in anyways, getting rid of her quickly. She would just be in their way. Otto layed you down on the couch.

The womens many cats already jumping up on you. Stinky wasn't to fond of the other cats being near you,hissing at the other cats, purring and taking his rightful spot on your chest. Axel and Oscar went to unload the few thing the had brought with them. That being only their weapons and then decide to sit in the living room. They needed to talk about what to do with you.

"Why did you let them live?" Oscar , having the shortest temper out of the three, wasn't too happy that they haven't gone home yet.

"Did you not understand the part where they had to help their brother?" Family was always the most important thing for Axel. He didn't fully understand how you felt, he wasn't good with sympathy, but he did understand what it's like to do anything for your brother.

"Yes , but I dont understand " Oscar wasn't as good with English as Axel was. Otto was even worse, which is why he didn't even bother asking. He assumed that if his brother thought this was the right thing to do. Then he too would do it. Oscar didnt agree with it though.

" Okay then let me explain it easily " Axel decided to explain it in Swedish, since it was easier for Oscar to comprehend, and easier for him to explain.

" They ran away from the commission because they had to save their brother."

" Would you not do the same for me if it was you in that situation?" Axel glanced quickly at you then back to Oscar, who had a down cast gaze, knowing his brother was right. Oscar would do anything for his brothers,but he couldn't help shake the feeling that what they were doing would put them in a lot of trouble, with a big sigh and crossing his arms he agreed "okay, fine".

Oscar and Axel explained the situation to Otto afterwards, Otto being okay with it. Getting up Axel decided to cook some food, knowing he and his brothers were all starving. Taking out some fish that was stored in the freezer and turning on the stove, and putting on the apron, he started cooking. He figured that if you were hungry you'd be able to make your own meal. They were going to help you,but they weren't going to do everything for you.

Otto and Oscar were left in the living room. The cats still around you trying to get Stinky off. Oscar grabbed one of them , he liked cats, and then walked away to one of the bedrooms to rest up before dinner. Otto sat in a chair across from you, waiting for you to wake up so he can alert his brothers. He noticed cat fur everywhere;he'll have to vacuum it up later.

You had woken up to a pounding headache. Getting up on what felt like a couch and many many cats on you, which all jumped off because you disturbed them, you were quick to open your eyes. Confused as to where you were and why you were still alive. Otto had shot up out the chair when he heard you get up,he had taken a short nap, and rushed over to your side pushing your shoulders down trying to calm you down. You had a panicked look in your eyes,you were confused as to why they took you, weren't they trying to kill you?

" You okay" he helled his hands up trying to show you he wasnt going to harm you.

He had done enough by knocking you out. A knot forming on your head. Axel and Oscar had heard the commotion from their rooms. Coming in quickly all three standing infront of you.

Looking up at them with slight fear in your eye you only said one thing " I'm hungry " . Axel had rolled his eyes the other two sighing. They had expected you to put up a fight, not demanded some food. Axel pointed at the stove silently telling you to cook your own food. Getting up, with great trouble and a slight frown that they didn't help you, you shuffled over to the kitchen. Screaming when you saw the decapitated head of an older women and slamming the fridge shut. You had a lot of questions for them, but you didn't want to question about the head, heading back to the living room you sat back down on the couch releasing a big breath.

They had all looked at you slightly amused of your panicked state. Looking at you they waited for you to say something. " So .. umm.. what's up?" With an anxiety ridden face and a not so happy laugh you looked up at them. Boy , was this trip just getting weirder and weirder.

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#the swedes x reader #the umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #tua season 2 x reader #tua season two #tua season 2 #tua #the swedes #runawayswedes

[siconkus]

Your English is fine! And I'm sorry this took so long my brain and body have been bleurgh (also I didn't do the opposites sorry, I'll try to do them at some point! I just really wanted to do something for the stuff in my inbox haha)

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- connor tends to only cry if he gets really really overwhelmed, stressed out or frustrated

- so when it does happen it's very unsettling to say the least

- connor struggles with a particularly difficult case that involves a string of androids being murdered

- It's difficult enough when he can't solve it within a few weeks, there's no rhyme or reason for these murders of seemingly unconnected innocent androids yet they're all killed the /exact/ same way

- it gets all too much when the 21st victim is a PL600.

- simon finds him crying, and gently tries to get connor to tell him what's going on

- connor sums it up, hitches when he talks about the latest victim

- simon assumes connor is especially upset at the last bit bc of daniel, as it's common knowledge to connor's friends at this point that that's one of the many things connor has extreme guilt over

- connor gets confused at this, and corrects him telling him that actually it just made him think of simon. and about how if he couldn't catch this killer then they might end up killing simon or anyone else he loves

- simon's a little shellshocked at that, he pulls connor into a hug and reassures him that he and the others can take care of themselves, and that they can talk to markus about it and be on alert for any suspicious-going-ons

- he gets connor to take a bit of a break, just for a little while to clear his mind. his presence is comforting enough to connor that connor can nap with him for a while

- with a clearer head connor is able to catch the killer a few days later

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- Another time connor has a nightmare that amanda takes control of him again and that he kills markus

- connor purposely avoids markus for days after this and markus is hurt bc he doesn't know why

- eventually he confronts connor about this and is alarmed when connor just. starts crying.

- connor can't even speak clearly this time, so he just gets markus to interface with him

- connor expects markus to either be angry or scared of him

- markus is neither, he assures connor it was only a dream and not amanda coming back

- he decides connor needs a distraction

- so he encourages connor to try painting, just for fun to take his mind off things

- connor is terrible at it, so he gives up on trying to make any sort of specific design and just. paints random splashes of colour. it's a mess but it is fun and connor feels much better afterwards

- much to connor's embarrassment, markus actually really likes it. it's a reflection of connor's individuality and that's what matters to him

- connor realizes he's been able to forget his fear and has felt nothing but safe with markus for hours

#og #siconkus #well more just connor/simon & connor/markus in this case #and i think this is #accidentally more pre-relationship? #whoops

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Fallen Star: Chapter 6

AO3 | FFN

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Fic Summary: The Clone Wars have raged on for three years. With Dooku dead, the war’s end is finally within reach, and peace may come to the galaxy.

For Jedi Knight Padmé Amidala, Senator Anakin Skywalker, and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the world seems to have too many other plans to let it.

[Or, a Revenge of the Sith Roleswap AU]

"Senator Skywalker, are you alright?" Anakin lifted his head to see Bail, who was standing at the doorway by Threepio. He nodded, trying to desperately ignore how close he had been to catching a little bit of extra sleep. "Are you sure, sleeping in your office isn't normal behavior."

"I'm fine, Bail." Anakin stretched slightly, trying to force himself to wake up. Ever since Padmé had started having nightmares, he'd found himself having them as well. At first, he'd been determined to get full nights sleep afterwards, but as it got harder to reassure her that he wasn't dead and he was fine and nothing was happening to their unborn child and her 'visions' meant nothing, he'd found himself getting less sleep afterwards. "Just tired."

"Worrying about the baby?" Anakin had told Bail about his child with Padmé, using the same excuse she had. He was going to need an explanation when Anakin suddenly showed up to Delegation meetings with a baby strapped to his chest.

Still, the baby (Leia, he was sure she was a girl and would be his Leia) wasn't what had him worried. "Their mother, actually. Padmé hasn't slept well since she returned to Coruscant. I'm worried about how that could affect the baby, but that's not the biggest deal."

"Do you want me to come back another time? I can leave you to your nap."

Anakin shook his head. "No please, stay. Anything you're coming in here for is bound to be important. I'd rather not wait to hear it."

Bail nodded. "I believe it's time the delegation becomes more than just a group of signatures. Palpatine's newest act is doing far more than just simply increasing his power in the Senate this time."

It took a moment for Anakin to remember just what the newest bill the Moffs had insisted on presenting was before he closed his eyes, attempting to calm down.

The Moffs had passed a bill that allowed the Chancellor and Moffs to immediately intervene in Jedi business when deemed necessary by the Republic (the Republic being the Moffs and Chancellor). The Chancellor had passed a bill that allowed him to begin to take over the Jedi.

That sleemo Tarkin had suggested it.

Anakin let out a curse. "I think you're right. We'll need to start coming up with a plan soon." He pulled out his schedule, trying to find a free block of time during the week he hadn't planned on using to catch a nap after everything with Padmé kept him up far too late. "Can you and Mon bring a few other delegation members and meet then." He pointed to an empty space on his calendar a few days from now.

"I'll see what I can do." Bail nodded, turning to Anakin. "While we're discussing, have you heard anything from Obi-Wan, or Padmé?"

Anakin shook his head. "No. The Jedi are still spread out all across the outer rim trying to hunt down Grievous." Unfortunately, meaning the war was still going on. Not that it was easy to come across this information. Padmé hadn't been told a thing by the council.

That had been another thing that was most definitely bringing down Padmé's mood. Since she was stuck on planet until the baby came, the council had been less open about the war effort with her, leaving her with more questions than she could get answers to as she found herself treated more like a civilian than she ever had been before. While Anakin assumed it was most likely due to the council attempting to avoid putting more undo stress on her, neither of them was sure what the case really was.

"So then the situation has hardly changed." Bail let out a sigh, pulling Anakin from his distracted thoughts. "I'd hoped that when we were ready to act, the war would be over. Forcing another leader to take the seat to broker peace in the middle of a war does not sound like a popular option."

"It won't be." Anakin clenched his fist. "But if things continue as they are, it's unlikely that we'll have any other choice."

Palpatine had to step down. If he wouldn't do it by choice, then the delegation would just have to do it by force.

-x-

At this point, Padmé was starting to grow numb to the nightmare, or rather she would have been if she wasn't fully convinced at this point it was a vision that could come true at any moment.

Well, that wasn't a complete truth, if it was likely to come true at any moment it would first require Anakin to be somewhere there was an active volcano and her to at least no longer be pregnant so there was a fair amount of time before the nightmare became a reality, but as of right now, there wasn't any sense of rhyme or reason as Padmé sat in bed with her husband as she clung to his bare chest, sobbing both from fear of losing him and the relief that he was still alive.

"Padmé. Padmé it's okay. I'm not dead yet, we can take care of this." She wasn't sure if Anakin believed her visions were more than just dreams, the Chancellor had proven time and time again that it was difficult for others to understand the consequences of the Force without the Jedi's training, even somebody who was as Force Sensitive as Anakin, but right now Padmé didn't care. Just hearing him speak and having him hold her was enough.

She focused on the feeling of his hands on her back, and distantly, she thought of how her upset emotions probably weren't good for the baby. She needed to calm down, she needed to think logically. She needed to release her emotions into the Force.

She was so tired she wasn't sure that she could think well enough to do that. So she went with her next best option.

"Ani...Ani I'm so scared. I can't lose you and the baby both."

"You won't." Anakin reassured her, and dimly she was aware of how tired her body was and how just being held by Anakin was starting to help her go back to sleep. "I'm not going anywhere Angel, and I would never let something happen to our child." He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it, perhaps realizing a joke wouldn't be helpful in the moment.

"I know." It wasn't the first time somebody had had a vision of Anakin dying in the war. Ahsoka had managed to thwart one a little over a year in. Perhaps this one would be able to be averted. "I know, but I just…"

"I know." Anakin let go of her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I know you're scared, but we'll make sure of it. Have you talked to Obi-Wan again about this?"

"No he...I know he won't understand." He hadn't before. He'd convinced her to view it as a nightmare, but even she knew deep down at this was a vision. He was her mentor and closest friend. Shouldn't he have known about all this?

...No, that wasn't the right attitude. Obi-Wan had done nothing wrong and Padmé knew that. She just didn't want to bring it to Obi-Wan. His advice wouldn't work. She knew it wouldn't stop this from happening. Wouldn't save her kids and Anakin.

Anakin nodded, although she could tell he wasn't happy with her decision. "Alright, then we'll figure this out just the two of us. We're both smart and powerful. One of us is bound to come up with something. We can look again tomorrow night."

Padmé nodded, her eyes closed as the need for sleep started to pull her under as her physical and mental exhaustion kicked in. "I might talk to Obi-Wan anyways...just in case…" If there was one plus, at least she was beginning to be able to sleep afterwards.

Anakin chuckled, laying down and pulling Padmé down with him. "Good night, Angel."

"Good night, Anakin."

It wasn't long after that she was out once more.

It wasn't long before she could feel the heat of the lava on her skin.

-x-

Padmé finished her explanation of the dreams once more, causing Obi-Wan to sigh as he attempted to figure this out. Anakin dying on a lava world while her children were taken from her being entirely consistent meant that it was unlikely these were anxieties of a new mother worrying for how she'd do. "Obi-Wan, I really just don't know what to do anymore." She took a sip of the tea (not caf, Obi-Wan had made sure she wouldn't have caffeine whenever she came to him.) "If these nightmares keep coming, then I…" She buried her head in her arms. "I feel like I can barely sleep before I start to have the visions again, and the fact that I could lose them…"

"A stressful time, I know." Obi-Wan frowned. In truth, short of keeping Anakin locked on Coruscant (something the senator would never agree to) or keeping the baby somewhere Padmé could be with them at all times, there wasn't really an easy option.

"Do you Obi-Wan? You never–"

He stopped her, not letting her finish that thought. "Satine." Padmé quieted down immediately. Whether she'd forgotten his relationship with the duchess Obi-Wan wasn't sure, but it did cause Padmé to quiet her protests, at least for now. "Padmé, have you tried meditating to figure this out."

"I have, but…" She shook her head. "None of it makes sense."

"You will get through this Padmé, I have faith." She glanced down, and Obi-Wan had a feeling she was thinking of the deception she was currently right in the middle of. Her relationship with Anakin was, of course, a problem, but it did make her happy, even if she wouldn't tell him yet just how far it had progressed.

Padmé looked up at him, and in that moment he didn't see a confident twenty-eight year old, but a scared fourteen year old, receiving her Padawan braid and being officially set on the path of the Jedi.

She was in turmoil, she was hurting, and there was nothing that he could do to help her through it as he had so many times before. He couldn't stop the visions until the time they were meant to occur had passed. He could only help her try to understand, and do what he could to help her stop the terrible future she and Anakin both were seeing, were experiencing.

"If something happens to Anakin, and somebody does take the baby...please, promise you'll be there to help me." Padmé looked away.

Obi-Wan put a hand on her shoulder. "Of course, my Padawan. I'll do my best to stay on Coruscant until we're sure the danger has passed."

And Obi-Wan meant his word. Short of the discovery of where General Grievous was hiding, he would stay with Padmé and make sure she was okay. He loved her, and there was no denying that. Somehow Anakin and Padmé had become two of the most important people in his life, and it would take something terrible to turn him away from them on a normal day, let alone as they became more and more desperate to stop this nightmare.

In the back of his mind, Obi-Wan thought back to Mortis, and everything Padmé had said when she'd been shown the future by the Son. When she'd fallen to the Dark Side after hurting and losing them.

He wouldn't let this nightmarish vision lead her to that end point. Not if there was anything he could do to stop it.

The foreboding feeling he had was just that, a feeling. He wouldn't let it be anything else.

-x-

Sidious watched Padmé as she sat in the chair near his door, largely to intimidate any who tried to come after her. As the weeks had passed, she was becoming more and more unsteady. He'd known there was something going on with her beyond just the pregnancy of course, she'd seemed more tired than usual when she'd stepped into his office the first time after revealing that she was to be his guard, but she'd simply become increasingly unsteady the more and more time passed.

Though right now she seemed slightly better than what had become the new normal for her, it was easy to tell from her demeanor she wasn't holding up any better than she had been before. He knew her too well to think she was. "Padmé, would you come over here for a minute?"

Padmé jumped and smiled, approaching his desk. "Of course Chancellor, is something the matter?"

"No, nothing at all, nothing at all." Sidious smiled. It was time to truly start pushing the wedge between her and the council, now that she may have been willing to listen. "I was simply wondering how long you'll be staying on as my guard."

"At least until the baby comes." Her answer was immediate. "After I've recovered from their birth, I'll likely be on the front lines again. If they're willing to take me from my son."

"So you've gotten your child tested?" A son...a boy powerful in the Force if he was right about who the father that Padmé was so desperate to keep under wraps was.

"No, I just have a feeling he is." She smiled, putting one hand on her stomach. In that moment, despite her clear worry, her Force presence became more even and calm, more like the Jedi she had been at the start of the war.

That most definitely wasn't acceptable. "Surely you must be worried to be away from your son for so long then."

Padmé nodded. "Of course, but I trust An-the father to watch over him until the war is over." She paused, as though trying to figure out where she wanted to go. "Afterwards, I think I might start helping Master Nu in the archives for a while, so I can stay on Coruscant to watch him grow up."

She would most definitely be on Coruscant with her son if Sidious had any control over the situation, but right now, he couldn't let her think that. He had to make her want to go back in the field. "Of course, I'd imagine the Jedi wouldn't want to waste somebody of your power by keeping you here any longer than necessary."

Padmé nodded. "No, they wouldn't. It's why Obi-Wan and I have been away for so long." She laughed slightly. "I don't mean to make your kidnapping sound like a good thing Chancellor, but without it, I'm unsure if I ever would've been pulled back from the rim, not unless something truly terrible happened."

"Of course not." Sidious gave her a kindly smile. "And I would never accuse you of thinking so positively of my kidnapping for no reason either. But I do have to wonder, what if they don't send you out because of all this."

"I think I'd be relieved." Padmé sighed. "Not having to go out and fight in the war would be nice."

"I can understand the sentiment, but...wouldn't that mean they no longer trust you enough to lead? Forgive me for asking since I know you claim to have broken the Jedi Code, but if they no longer trust you out on the field I can't imagine they would ever let you in on the council or any other position of importance, or perhaps they'd simply be worried you could no longer handle yourself out in the field."

Sidious watched as the gears in Padmé's head began turning, as she took in what he said and began putting all the pieces together.

Because the answer was simple, if the theory he was telling was true, the Jedi keeping her from battle so she could heal from birth and recover would become something much more sinister.

When he felt a flare of anger from her, and her previously calm Force presence spike, Sidious knew he had succeeded in having convinced her of what he wanted. "Of course, I might be wrong. Perhaps they will let you stay on Coruscant so you'll have the chance to know your child, although you did say family attachments were forbidden among the Jedi."

Padmé visibly deflated, exhausted and angry. "Perhaps you're right, Chancellor, but it's what I deserve."

She didn't believe that, or else she wouldn't have been hiding her relationship under everybody's nose. Sidious knew that right away. "I apologize for prying my dear, perhaps you're right. I suppose I'm just not as trusting of the Jedi as I used to be?"

Padmé seemed to weigh his words. "You mentioned on the Invisible Hand that some Jedi might aid Dooku?"

"Of course, there's been rumors of a Separatist plot to manage to win over multiple Jedi after the likes of Krell proved that some Jedi could be won over to their side when properly motivated." This was, of course, a lie, but Padmé didn't need to know that. "It's why I had accepted Governor Tarkin's proposition of a law to allow me to influence the Jedi. I didn't want to, of course, but until we can be sure that they didn't succeed in winning over some council members, I figured it would be easier to err on the side of caution."

There was a time when Padmé would have defended the council to her grave, but with her Padawan having been expelled (he still had to figure out what to do with Padawan Tano now that she was no longer a member of the Jedi Order. The chips weren't prepared for non-Jedi who posed a threat, just Jedi) and General Kenobi's betrayal in faking his own death to stop an earlier attempt at the kidnapping over Coruscant, he knew Padmé was significantly less trusting of the council, even if she didn't admit it. Instead she remained silent, neither contributing nor talking about the decision.

"Of course, I wouldn't be too worried about it. I'm sure it's nothing, and once the war is over, the Jedi will be able to resume their own pursuits to aid the Republic, though I have been putting some thought on putting my own representative onto the council, but I wouldn't want to press too far at once." He saw Padmé perk up at that.

"Of course, Chancellor, the Jedi wouldn't be happy with that." She gave him a tired smile. He noted her wording, and had to fight a smile. The Jedi wouldn't be happy with that, but he saw the hope that appeared at her desire for a council seat, just as he'd instilled in her the ambition and desire years ago to take over the Jedi.

"Of course not, perhaps soon, but not now." He stopped. "You would, however, make for a wonderful council member, but thoughts for another day. I'm sure you don't want to talk about the state of the council and the Jedi. I called you over simply for an easy question, and perhaps to learn more about your child. You'll have to forgive me for going so off topic. There's a lot weighing down my mind."

"I don't mind at all." She gave a tired smile, one that he could tell was only half faked. "Besides, I'm perfectly fine discussing politics. I have a knack for it, as you said."

"Of course." Sidious smiled once more. He'd need to out Grievous's position soon, it was just a little more time.

Padmé was falling for his bait without much prompting or difficulty on his end.

Everything was going exactly as he'd planned it.

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