#BABY SILAS COMING SOON

[bunnithechubs]

may your holidays be bright

[ataraxiaspainting]

360-Degree Vision.

Yan Silas x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".

Word Count: 700.

OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333

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Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet don’t touch but your eyes can still see.

It’s an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you. 

What a unique art style you have – he read in the same book that human children’s little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesn’t question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.

A snail’s shell, perhaps? 

The spirals seemed too large and too filled… 

He’ll give you points for creativity. 

Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so he’s been told – if you ever ask for a pet snail, he’ll get one for you in little to no time at all.

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“Baby,” Silas’ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. “You have to finish your dinner. It’s good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,” His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. “Mommy doesn’t want you to get sick again…”

Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height – your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.

They are shivering so much but he doesn’t notice.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t care – he’s too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.

Last time for yesterday’s meals you chose his cock – the day before that you chose his breasts.

The more you suck from him, the more you’re given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his village’s cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.

“I’ll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?” Silas continues as he scoots closer to you – he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. “Maybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.”

…

No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldn’t move back from you – if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his ‘love’. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didn’t have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly – drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works. 

You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone – staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.

You didn’t expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.

You don’t know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.

You just nod. Maybe drawing a snail’s body below those spirals can help you too.

“Good girl! Listening so well!” His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.

[darkbluekies]

I just read Jerry and Hedwig reacting to us bleeding on the sheets what about the guys👀 specifically silas (cause my daddy issues run wild for him)😩

Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund drabbles: bleeding through at a "sleepover" (or in their house)

The girls reaction male!yanderes (mob boss, doctor & king) x fem!reader Warnings?: sexual indication, disgusted by blood, yandere

Silas:

You're on a mission with him, staying in a house belonging to the second in command. Being the boss’s little darling has its benefits — especially in these situations. If you hadn't been his, chances are that you would get killed for ruining someone's sheets.

"Silas", you whisper while shaking him carefully. "Please, wake up. Oh, God, please wake up ..."

He grunts and opens his dark eyes, looking around confusedly before fixating his eyes on you. He freezes.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks raspily and grabs your arm.

"I bled through ...", you whisper weakly, body full pf panic. "I didn't know, I wasn't supposed to start now!"

Silas removes the cover to look at the stain. He doesn't say anything as he removes them all before picking up his phone to call one of his most trustworthy men.

"Don't worry about it, baby", he says tiredly. "I'll fix this."

"Will your second in command get mad?" you ask hesitantly.

"He won't. He knows better." Silas holds the phone to his ear. "I need you to bring me new sheets and to send someone to buy whatever Y/N tells you to get. Here Y/N."

He gives you the phone. You tell the man on the other side what you need. He replies politely, knowing better than to talk informally to you. Silas stands by, watching carefully and rubbing your back.

As soon as you get what you need, you get out of your bottom clothes and change. Silas sits down in bed with you in his lap. He brings his legs up to trap you in his embrace. His rough hands sneak under your shirt to massage your aching stomach.

"You know ...", he whispers in your ear, hand traveling lower. "Exercise helps with cramps ... I know something that is a great form of exercise. Want me to show you?"

You grab his hand, moving it back to your stomach.

"Come on", he smirks against your jaw. "You'd like it."

"I'll kick your nuts if you continue talking", you warn him.

Silas chuckles and pulls the blankets higher, kissing your forehead.

"Women and their temperament", he grins and softens his face. "Guess I have to wait then. Why don't you try going to sleep, little thing? It's late."

"Are you sure your second in command won't be mad?" you ask carefully.

"If he even dares to snarl at you, I'll stain his sheets with his blood instead." Silas kisses your lips with a reassuring smile. "You have nothing to be worried about, little thing, I've always got your back."

Dr Kry:

He has installed a baby monitor, just a week prior, to being able to supervise you 24/7. He wakes up by hearing shuffling from the machine and takes a look to see you grabbing all of your sheets in your arms. Dr Kry frowns. Are you going to sleep on the floor again? You have such weird ideas to entertain yourself. But the look of sheer guilt and horror paints your face, knocking those thoughts out of his head. Dr Kry hurries to grab his silk robe and hurry up to your room.

You're currently washing them in the bathtub. You freeze when you hear him unlock the door and enter the room.

"Where are you?" he asks.

"Here", you reply quietly, watching how he enters the bathroom.

Dr Kry crouches down beside you on the floor, putting his hand on your shoulder. He glances between the sheets and your face.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I-I bled through", you say. "I'm so sorry, doctor, I will fix it-"

"No, you're not." Dr Kry grabs your arm and pulls you up in your feet. "I'll fix it. You're not well, you shouldn't do this."

You feel bad. Dr Kry works long shifts and during his only rest, you've forced him up to clean up the mess you've caused.

"Y/N, it's fine", the doctor reassures you and walks over to give you a short hug. "Things like this happens. You should look at it from another angle — you can be pregnant. You're fertile. Alright? That's a good thing. A very good thing."

He's secretly glad that his poisoning hasn't affected your reproduction organs. You need them. He wants you to have them. Dr Kry wants nothing more than to have children with you.

"Let's stop crying and realize that this isn't a big thing, okay?" he says and wipes your tears. "You don't have to be ashamed. I've watched much, much worse things."

"Like what?" you ask quietly.

Dr Kry smiles teasingly. "I've seen people spill urine samples on themselves, have had people using the rear temperature stick for a patients mouth, and whatnot. This is nothing. It's natural, nothing to be ashamed of."

You try not to smile. "Did someone really use the wrong temperature stick?"

Dr Kry grins and nods, happy to see you a bit calmer.

"Let's get you some painkillers now so you can go rest", he says and puts his hand on your back to guide you. "I'll change the sheets, and you can just sit by, okay? Everything you need is in the bathroom."

He sits with you until the cramps stop, and decide to stay in the room with you while you sleep, just in case you would wake up again. He smiles slightly for himself. The poisioned air hasn't ruined your chances of ferility, he couldn't be more greateful.

King Edmund

You're terrified of telling him. Edmund is the type to believe that you can hold it in. With absolutely zero knowledge about females, risk is that he will get mad at you for ruining his expensive sheets instead of understanding. You know that he buys them from special places. One of a kind.

Edmund has never been taught how women work, it has been taboo and unnecessary for him, as a king, to learn. The only thing he knows is that a woman bleeds once a month, and that is it. Nothing more. He doesn't know how it works or why it happens.

But you can't stop the maid from telling him. He comes walking from his office with a deep frown on his face. You're dead. Before sending the maids out, he walks over to the bed and inspects the damage. When the girls are gone and the door is closed, he turns to you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"I thought that you would get mad", you admit quietly. "It's your expensive sheets ..."

"And you think that it'll help the situation by sending one of the maids to tell me, instead of telling me yourself?"

"I didn't send her. I didn't want you to know ... at all."

"Why?"

"I told you ... I was scared that you'd get mad. You'd have told me to keep it in."

He groans, hiding his face in his hands. "For fucks sake, Y/N!" He removes his hands. "Why in the living Hell would I care more about about a pair of sheets rather than my own wife?"

You don't answer. Edmund walks over and grabs your shoulders before pulling you into a hug.

"You underestimate me, my jewel", he mutters and kisses your temple. "Now, go take a bath."

He tells a maid to fill the tub with scalding hot water to soothe your cramps and tells another maid to change the sheets.

"Burn the sheets and the night gown", he tells the maid. "I don't want anyone unworthy to see my queen's blood, got it?"

And the maid nods quickly before running off.

While you sit in the steaming tub, Edmund sits on the floor beside it, keeping you company. He should be doing work, but instead he's here, with you.

"I'm sorry about your sheets", you sigh and lean against the tub. "I know that they're expensive."

"Shut up about those fucking sheets now", Edmund groans and caresses your cheek. "I have enough to buy a hundred more sheets. I could buy the entire world, if I wanted to. A few sheets are nothing for me."

He leans over to kiss your wet forehead.

"Are you disgusted?" you ask carefully.

"A bit ... but not as much as I thought I'd be", Edmund replies with a grimace. "I'm more concerned about you, to be honest. Seeing you bleed, in any way, makes my heart sink in a disgusting way. I'm just angry I don't have anyone to blame for your pain."

You try to joke. "Blame my parents for making me a girl."

But he looks deadly serious. "No, never. They made you ... my wife and queen. I could never blame them for giving you this pain." He sighs and taking your hand. "If there is anything i can do to take the pain away, tell me. Teach me."

"Well, you actually had this right, the warm water. It helps."

"Anything else?"

"Sugar. Just for the hormones."

Edmund nods, thinking. He shouts for a maid to tell the kitchen staff to make cakes. He then turns back to you and smiles proudly. Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought?

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 2

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for father’s day <44 😘

SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, here’s two cute moments.

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“You happy now?”

You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.

When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.

“You did so good, love”

Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.

You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.

“You know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boy” You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your son’s soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, He’d be all over your son also come morning time.

“I’m in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they don’t look like anyone right away but wow…she’s all you, Y/N” Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.

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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when they’d be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.

“They won’t be able to play with you two for a while. They’re too small right now and they don’t do much but sleep and eat”

Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. “Well, that’s boring! They’re boring!” Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. “Yes, babies are boring for the first few months”

“Why’d you go and get two more then?” Silas’s face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.

“Yeah, Lewis…Why did we ‘get’ two more?” Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. “Any questions other than that? Saint?”

“So they can’t throw a ball? or catch it?” Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ‘no’ and they both sigh.

“And they can’t talk either?” Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. You’d only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...

“If you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world records”

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💌: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!💋

[hoedamn-eron]

sick bug

Silas is ill with a bug.

Warnings: As usual, Nathan is his own warning, but mentions of throw up so emetophobia warning. Mentions of breastfeeding (a fed baby is a happy baby, whether bottle or breast). One mention of Nathan drinking and being hungover. Slightly proofread. Word count: 1,296 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Yet another dad!Nathan one shot (this is the last one I have planned for now). A part of the same universe as Shut up, Kid and Bluey! but can also be a stand-alone.

You sigh tiredly as you walk into the kitchen, Silas plastered to your chest and gripping your shirt tightly with his little fists, where he was still fighting sleep after a restless night. He had barely eaten anything this morning, only managing half a slice of toast before he had cried for you again. You gave up any other sort of food for him and took him in your arms, letting him nurse from you, the only comfort he seems to want (you were more than willing to give it to him). Nathan was pouring you a cup of coffee, feeling like you need it after the 12 hours you’d had (you wish you could inhale cup after cup, but the thought of pumping and dumping gives you hives). 

“He settled?” Nathan asks, passing you the cup as he glanced at Silas, his dark eyes looking at his son with concern. 

“Just about,” you mutter, taking the cup and having a sip as you lightly sway Silas. 

You’d been up all night with your son; he’d been hit with some sort of sickness bug and had you up from midnight, where he had started screaming before immediately throwing up in his crib. Nathan had a meeting in the afternoon, so you’d taken your son and tried to settle him, but after a while you just ended up in the living room, trying to settle him with water and snuggles on the couch. Silas – thankfully – stopped throwing up at about 4am, and had fought sleep ever since, just wanting to be with (on) you, with your breast in his mouth at all times. 

You feel dead on your feet as you drink your coffee, but you daren’t take a seat. The moment you stop moving, Silas will scream the place down again. You continue to sway, almost putting yourself in a trance as you drink your coffee. 

“You look like shit.” 

 “Thanks,” you deadpan, ignoring his cursing. You’re too tired to even scold him for it. 

“I’ll take him,” Nathan says, taking a step towards you. “You go and sleep.” 

“You have the board meeting today – “ 

“Already cancelled it,” he said, gently wrapping his hands around Silas to lift him from you. 

Your shoulders sag in relief as Nathan takes Silas. As soon as the kid knows what’s happening, he immediately starts to cry, stretching his arms out to you as big, fat tears roll down his cheeks. Soon he’s openly sobbing, his voice hoarse from all the crying he’d already done. 

It breaks your heart, but you need to go and sleep. 

“Mama loves you sweetie, but I need to go to bed,” you say to Silas, wiping his tears away as Nathan holds him. “You’ll get lots of cuddles from dada.” 

Silas continues to cry as you give Nathan a quick peck before you disappear quickly towards your bedroom. Out of sight, out of mind (in Silas’s case, anyway). 

Nathan felt Silas’s forehead, satisfied that the kid didn’t have a fever, but picked up the bottle of Tylenol just in case. He got a sippy cup and filled it with water, before looking at Silas. “Come on bud, let’s go sit down,” Nathan says gently, before walking from the kitchen into the living room, medicine and sippy cup in his hand free hand. “We can watch some Bluey, huh? We like Bluey.” 

Silas’s cries soon turned into small whimpers as Nathan places the cup and medicine down within reach and grabs a blanket that was bundled up on the other side of the couch, which was coincidentally hiding Silas’s favourite pacifier (which was promptly placed in Silas’s mouth). Nathan gets them both settled on the couch wrapped in the soft blanket, which faintly smelled of you and Silas, before turning the TV on, switching to Bluey. 

Silas goes quiet from his place on Nathan’s lap, laying his head against father’s shoulder as he watches the TV, his eyes still watery from unshed tears. After a few moments, he subconsciously reaches up and threads his fingers through Nathan’s beard, just holding on lightly. Nathan was used to it, and it comforted the kid. It wasn’t like it hurt. Silas did the same with your hair when it was in reach. 

After a while, Nathan stroked Silas’s back lightly, finding his own comfort in the closeness of his son. He never thought he’d be doing this; being a dad, sat on the TV and watching a cartoon of a family of dogs. He didn’t see his life going in this direction, settling down and having kids, and Hell, he even enjoys it. It wasn’t until he met you that he even started thinking about these things. 

Nathan gives a small huff through his nose as he takes out the pacifier and offers Silas some water from the sippy cup, which the kid accepts, taking a few sips as his eyes don’t leave the TV screen. The kid looks just as exhausted as you. 

“You feelin’ better, kid?” Nathan said to Silas before turning back to the TV. “Been there bud. Before I had you, when you were just swimmin’ around in my nutsack, before you were even a possibility, I had killer hangovers all the time. Your mom hated it, she always had to tidy up my shit after. It’s not the same, but it still didn’t feel great.” 

Silas doesn’t even react as he held the sippy cup in his hands, watching the TV. Wordlessly, Nathan took the cup back and placed the pacifier back in Silas’s mouth. It wasn’t a few seconds later that Silas buried himself back into Nathan’s shoulder, watching Bluey again, his fingers curling back into Nathan’s beard. 

Nathan went back to stroking Silas’s back for a while, but he soon felt Silas suddenly get heavier. He looks down and sees that his son had fallen asleep, his restless night finally catching up with him. Nathan lightly chuckled to himself, before releasing Silas’s fingers from his beard and trying not to jostle Silas too much as he manoeuvred the kid into a more comfortable position. 

He freezes for a moment when Silas makes a small noise of protest, but Nathan relaxes as his son settles back down. 

Nathan just stares at him for a few moments, still baffled that this kid, this kid, was his. His journey into unexpected love and fatherhood had been a tangled web of conflicting emotions, and challenging, to put it nicely. And he wouldn’t change a Goddamn thing about it. As a man who was engrained in his own brilliance and seclusion, he never foresaw himself entangled in such human...complexities. He made this kid, and not with his genius, or in his lab (although the opportunity was there). He made this kid with you. 

Fuck, he loves you so much he willingly made a kid with you. 

He sighs in content as he sits back on the couch, his head leaning on the back of it. He closes his eyes, happy to just sit and feel the rise and fall of Silas breathing against his chest. 

Hours later, you emerge from the bedroom with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It's suspiciously quiet. You were half expecting the sounds of an upset infant. You walk towards the living room, where you pause, your heart melting at the sight. 

Nathan was fast asleep on the couch, his head hanging over the back, his hands securely on Silas’s back as the kid sleeps against Nathan’s chest, one hand in Nathan’s beard, the other curled up towards his own chest. Bluey was still playing on the TV at a low volume.

You snap a quick photo, giggling quietly to yourself. You deem it Nathan’s newest desktop wallpaper. 

[rawrkki]

Rawrkki's sims cc dump

Hello eveyonee!

the time has finally come to showcase my sims cc collection that i promised you all. this is all the cc i have collected from july - september. it has taken me ages to put this all together so thank you for your patience :D

Hair ::

dahlia hair , jenn hair , silas hair , helia hair , helena hair , farah buns , suki hair , cassandra hair , page braids , aventia hair , bordeaux hair , byrdie bun , haven hair set , queenie hair , julie and cassie hairs , katniss braid , flowers bun , lucia bun , rachel hair , rin hair , futaba hair , laura ponytail , henrietta hair , gladys hair , libby hair , cassie hair , bonnie hair , funke hair , the curls collection , hye hair , nia hair , camille hair , iris hair , meiko hair , alexa hair , eylen hair set , bellatrix hair , gia hair

Sets ::

(g)i-dle - tomboy set , the downtown collection , romantic pajama set , y2k style set , the solstice collection , the scream collection , winter essentials , year of the rabbit , affection set , girlieZ collection , juicy tracksuit , fairy grunge lookbook , sweetie set , the mimosa collection , meadow winds set , vellichor set , nostalgia set , the thrift set , the gossip collection , bohemian child set , karaoke set , secret society collection , lovebirds set , sunday nights collection , senior year collcetion , kumikya sweater collection , agos dress , neve set , cyber cargos , brand new set , random top collection , silky dress , luna leggings , ankle biter set , bizochito set , recolor dump (you'll have to find the meshes yourself sorryyy) , sunny skies , star collection , baby doll top , skirt collection , fold down pants , band tees , silly shirts , stripes bikinis

Makeup ::

nya eyeliner , gyaru gals , spiderlike eyeliner , graphic liner set , countess set , sour fruits set , sophia lipstick , bad bixch eyeliners , pastel y2k collection , eyeshadow n212 , sukeban eyeshadow , starliner , magbay eyeliners , nose graphic liner

Presets ::

elven ear presets , nose presets , mouth presets ,

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Thank you all for being so patient, and im sososo sorry this took sooo long to make, ive been having some personal problems so that has taken away a huge chunk of my time. There is more i couldve included but honestly this wouldnt have ever made it out of the drafts if i tried to add all of that. If you want to see some more mods ive collected, my pinterest where everything is here: :D Thank you again for all the support, and hopefully some new content should be out soon for you guys!

Love you alll

-Atlas

[changingplumbob]

What is your OC bringing to the class for show-and-tell?

*Bell rings* Come on young ones, time to grab your favourite piece of random!

High School Class

Onyx Pancakes: These are all my horse books. And here is my short essay using them to try and convince my mother to get me a horse.

Carson Foster: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle! This is the trash bag representing how much rubbish my household generated in a day. (wouldn't take real rubbish because that is not a healthy choice for managing our OCD) Every one of you produces a similar amount that will likely NEVER decompose *begins rant about recycling*

Artemisia York: This is my praying mantis. She and her species engage in woohoo canibalism so she may have killed dozens of unsuspecting mates as well as her usual prey for feasting

Middle/Primary School Class

Fergus Pancakes: This is my camera. I know we mostly use the camera on our phones now but I love photography so mother and dad got me a real one.

Milton Goth: This is the collection of outfits my older brother and Uncle James use to dress up their cats

Heckler: Your brother shares cats with your uncle???

Milton: Uncle James is my brother in law, so he married my brother, but that's not the point. Look how cute these vampire and knight outfits are

Silas Knightstone: Today I brought some pictures of me and my younger brother Pollock. He's the best baby brother you could ask for. He's going to be a toddler soon. Here we are playing peek-a-boo

Savannah Chopra: Here are some locusts I caught on papa's crops. Mama and papa have promised we're going to go to Granite Falls and I can collect more. Bugs are amazing

Mercedes Chopra: Umm... I got some... sheet music. Mama says she... composted (composed) it when she was pregnant with me and Savannah. When I get... older she says she's going to teach me how to play it.

Daycare Darlings

Alfred Villareal: I like... birbs. This birb toy *waves bird toy* mummy got. Mummy know birbs. Mama got birb *points to self*... top!

Rilian Villareal: Sammich, no like, no like *waves half sandwich he hid in his bag to avoid eating it at home*

Viola Chopra: Egg! *chicken noises* (she absolutely bought some boiled eggs from the coop and would say that Cluckton lay them)

Pollock Knightstone: *chomps on squeaky toy*

[r0-boat]

Got inspired by reading some fanfics about a reader giving the silent treatment to their f/o and it got me wondering…

How would your ocs Silas, Cole, and Holt react if their s/o got upset with them and gave them the silent treatment?

👀

Hell yeah

OC's: Holt, Cole, and Silas reaction to S/o being upset and giving silent treatment

(hey I have OC's and I write OCX reader if you're interested ;) )

Holt

As soon as you see your tears well up from the argument he just rolls his eyes and goes out for a smoke. The next morning he wakes up usually you're so chatty but this time, you're silent. As quiet as a mouse, even as he grunts a 'morn'n', you don't say anything. Silent treatment? Really??? Whatever, He doesn't care.

Spoiler: he does. He cares a lot, He's grown so used to your constant chatting He gets antsy when he can't hear you. Even if he doesn't respond back he's always listening. He's more irritable. He just wants you to stop that stupid silent treatment, That shit's for babies anyway not like it's working.

When he finally hits the boiling point he just yells He breaks "fine, I'm sorry there?! Can you stop being so quiet now? Freaking me the fuck out. I'll do anything."

You're angry at him and it's not right He doesn't feel right when you're not talking to him like normal. And he's weirdly upset when you're mad at him. What the fuck is happening to him??

Cole

He goes away to cool off storming out the house. When he comes back dinner is being cut but you don't say a word to him. You must be so mad at him, All right he'll give you some space then. However the next day you're still mad at him. It's starting to worry him. His heart is starting to hurt. He misses you so much. You're physically there but you're not there... He must have hurt you pretty bad.

Cole can be soft, under that hard snarky exterior that's a man who loves you. He wraps his arms around you. He sets a freshly picked (very messy) bouquet of wildflowers on the counter "I'm sorry darling. I did not mean to say those words. I did not know how much they hurt."

He knows that sometimes he can be a bit of a blockhead His anger gets in the way, and he says things he does not mean. He needs to work on that, which He is trying to figure out.

When he wants to make it up to you he means that. He's grateful to have you and he doesn't want to lose any more people he loves.

Cw: Yandere character below, unhealthy relationship dynamic ahead, manipulative behavior, obsessive behavior, love bombing

Silas

Oh...oh dear. It must be something about rules that he set that he will not budge. Silas thrives on his lover's attention and he does not do well with silent treatment. He is royalty and he is used to getting whatever he wants.

He will find a way to get your attention back. Without changing his rules. His rules are there to 'protect' you and his rules are firm. Whether it be physical gifts or affection He will crank up his normal love bombing behavior.

The longer you go with that silent treatment the crazier he becomes. Please darling talk to him He can't stand at this quiet!! He needs you in his arms, don't you see?! He needs that attention. He'll try to get your eyes to look at him one way or another. Perhaps he should fake a sparring accident. He might be wounded... But it's worth it if you could hear your pretty voice repeat his name.

[antiquatedsimmer]

"Please excuse her," Lucile said as soon as they were inside, her voice trembling, "She’s not feeling well, and I think the weather has only put more stress on her… She’s not normally like this."

Nia’s eyes softened, "Lucile, I'm old. It takes more than a sharp tone to ruffle my feathers. Besides, I remember how hard it is."

A brief moment of silence stretched between them, before Nia continued.

"Do you have any children, Lucile?"

Embarrassment welled up inside Lucile, the same feeling she had as a child when she felt out of place. Women her age usually had several children by now. She sighed, disappointment coloring her words. "Not of my own."

" From an experienced mother...When I was carrying my youngest, it was difficult to move around. You can ignore my advice if you like, but I don't think straying too far from home is wise. She could end up hurting herself and the baby.""

Lucile nervously steepled her hands, tapping the tips together anxiously. This was something she had always hoped to discuss with her own mother, but with her gone...

"Lucile." Nia’s voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. She realized she had spaced out without responding.

"Oh—uh, you're right," she stammered. "We just got caught up in the rain. I'll make sure she rests more."

Nia’s face had hardened into a stony expression, her brow furrowed. The look made Lucile feel like a child about to be scolded. She tried to hide the anxious fidgeting of her fingers.

"Lucile, come here."

Nia's tone was firm as she ushered her toward one of the empty tables. "I’m going to ask you again—what’s wrong?"

"Woman to woman, I can tell something is off. Whatever judgment you might face outside of here, I promise it won't fall on you while it's just us in this room."

"Forgive me, I…" Lucile struggled to maintain the polite tone she had practiced, but exhaustion and stress broke through. Her shoulders slumped. "These past months have been awful…"

What began as a small confession about her and Josephine being alone, struggling to find work and living in the woods, snowballed into a torrent of emotion.

Her parents' deaths, her brother's betrayal, their neglect, and the harsh reality of leaving the home her father had meant for her all poured out in an avalanche of words.

Nia listened patiently, occasionally nodding. At one point, she got up from the table and poured them both glasses of wine. Lucile stared at the purple liquid in Nia's glass, her own glass already empty from stress-drinking it all.

"I know what that feels like, Lucile. You're not alone," Nia said, her voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of Lucile’s despair. She gently rested her chin on her hands.

"You do?" Lucile perked up.

"Of course."

"My people were forced away from their home years ago. We walked for miles, and thousands of my people perished from starvation, disease, abused by the control of US the army."

Lucile's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't heard anything about this, not even in her history classes with her father.

"I-, that’s horrible. I… had no idea. Papa never mentioned anything like that."

"Imagine writing a book about your life. Wouldn't you be tempted to leave out the most unflattering chapters?"

Silas always had a way of painting changes at home in a positive light, even when they served only his own interests. Those memories flitted through Lucile's mind like fleeting ghosts.

Nia’s voice broke through her reverie. "People like us are often seen as mistakes, something to be erased. My point, Lucile, is that I understand the pain of losing family, the toll of disease, the upheaval of moving, and the challenge of starting over...That type of pain, never truly goes away. "

"And raising a child in such harsh circumstances? It's a immense task to take on alone."

A choked cry escaped Lucile's lips. "I don't know what to do. Everything I've done… it's never enough."

"Nizééʼ!" Nia's words cut Lucile's cries short, her words like a lash. "Life will give you plenty to cry about if you don't do what needs to be done."

Lucile squirmed in her seat, straightening her back and doing her best to stifle her sniffles. "Well, wha—what can be—I mean, what can I do?"

"You ask for help."

[cain-e-brookman]

Proud Tag

Thanks for the tag @eternalwritingstudent!

Rules: Post a snippet you’ve written that you’re pleased by/proud of and tag some friends.

gonna post a snippet of my in-progress short story that will eventually be available on the second tier of my (soon to be) patreon

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“You let people call you Granny?” Ignat said between bites, cutting off Miss Clementine’s sweetness.“In our country to call a Mage old is an insult. Mundanes grow old. We do not. Not under the blessing of Japhine of the Great Fire.”

Miss Clementine's lips pursed. Great Fire. Bless their hearts. Japhine was the sun. At least Marshers were grounded enough to call their god what he was: Lord Nybiegh of the Silver Moon. Son of Death. 

Hallow’n dry, hallow’n dry.

“Well, you wouldn’t rightly know it, but I’m the oldest Shadow Mage in the Marshes,” boasted Miss Clementine. “My daddy fought with Saint Silas back in the Mage Wars. Drove the Fae Lords from these very swamps, romanced my mama, and had me and my brother down off the Wild Paths, a skip and a jump from Bayou Neiv.” Miss Clementine paused, thinking. “Reckon he did alright. I grew up alongside the Marshes. I’m older than the Shadow King’s throne, let alone her castle. Older than some of these trees what built this house even! Can you imagine what I’ve seen? Had two babies of my own. And they both had two babies. And they did too. My kids are gone now, left off to wait for our Lord when His daddy comes to end this whole little world of ours. I see my grandkids here and there when they wander back through. I think I deserve the title of Granny.”

“You certainly do, ma’am,” spoke Aristarkh, sending a scalding look toward his companion. Miss Clementine knew he didn’t believe her. Most outside of her little town didn’t neither. But no one whose family lived there ever questioned it. There were very few constants in life, but her town knew them all: Death, the light of the Silver Moon, and Miss Clementine. “You must have seen much change in these marshlands.”

Miss Clementine frowned. “These ain’t marshlands.”

“I’m sorry?”

“These ain’t marshlands. These are swamps. Feller who named these lands didn’t know the difference. Swamps got trees. Marshes don’t.”

“Then why—”

“Cause we like being Marshers,” Miss Clementine said, high falutin with her eyebrows near her hairline. “They told us after the fact that these weren’t marshlands. We said shoot, guess we ain’t Marshers, then. Then we tasted those words and we didn’t much like them. So this here’s the Ixoryn Marshes. We are Marshers. And we live in a swamp.”

gonna tagggg @illarian-rambling @topazadine @dearunreliablenarrator @writing-with-melon @seastarblue and @spideronthesun but as always, no pressure!

[starry-hughes]

when merritt and the twins get to meet silas, he is still in the nicu. they can’t hold him or anything but they were allowed to come and see him.

“hi boys,” eden smiles. “momma!” tucker shouts dropping the hand of matt’s mom who has been watching the kids. he’s got a fistful of handpicked flowers for her. “hi baby,” she whispers with a smile. “baby?” merritt asks.

the family takes a walk down to the window into the nicu. eden is in a wheelchair still and harrison sits on her lap calmly. “your baby brother is in there,” matt explains. “why can’t see?” merritt asks. matt kneels down and takes the three boys in front of him. “boys, your baby brother just came early and he needs some extra care by the good doctors here until he’s strong to come home. you will get to see and play him soon, okay?” the three boys all nod.

“momma come home?” tucker asks. “tomorrow baby, you’re staying with grandma one more night,” eden frowns. tucker’s lip wobbles.

“baby come home?” harrison asks. “no sweetheart, silas has to stay here for a little,” eden soothes her boys.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Okay I have more crossover thoughts, except this time the crossover involves my original story, "The SOS Chronicles".

Not exactly sure what triggered it but I've been thinking about Avatar the Last Airbender a lot again recently, specifically my boy Zuko. And as I was mulling things over it occurred to me how funny it would be if the Avatar Gaang met my OC's, Oliver, Silas, Silvie and Cassie.

Part of what would make this so funny is because, y'know, everyone in the Avatar world is pretty prejudiced against firebenders after their nation tried to take over the world. But the SOS kiddos would love firebenders because in their minds that's one of the most useful abilities to have like, ever. Because they're coming at it from the perspective of being slaves/alone at a very young age. So the ability to just, manifest fire whenever you want? SUPER useful. You can use fire to purify water, cook food, and stay warm. Not to mention as a defense against hostile people/animals. (In case you're curious, their pyramid of element usefulness goes: firebending because of the above, waterbending because having fresh/clean water for drinking, cooking, washing is very useful. Then earthbending because you can use it to make shelters and chuck rocks at people. And then airbending, which they have a hard time coming up with practical uses for, but they acknowledge that it's still very important because they immediately understand that it represents freedom. They can't see much of a use for lightning bending tho (except Cassie, their little inventor/engineer who loves that idea), the idea of bloodbending terrifies them (tho Silvie says it'd be very useful for subduing enemies), but METALBENDING, now dang the three kids who used to work in a mine extracting spaceship fuel? Oh yeah, they can see the uses of that immediately. Silvie brings up how useful it would be for escaping from the Enforcers since their prisons are mostly metal. Oliver- when he has Almitak's power- can basically already energybend so that'd be a fun conversation for him and Aang to have. But I digress.)

So anyway, I'm just imagining the kids meet the Gaang and within ten minutes they're just hovering nonstop around Zuko, which freaks him out a little bit, and when he asks what they're doing their only response is, "You're warm." and now he has to deal with them following him around... or climbing him, in Silvie's case. Baby Aguithans just climb the tallest nice person they can find by default. (Silvie is NOT put off by his temper. She yells right back at him. He's not hurting her and baby has been treated so much worse by so many people it doesn't even phase her. The other three kids will drift away until they're done yelling.)

The best way to get at least Oliver to leave Zuko alone, they find out, is by Aang showing how he flies with airbending. Because as soon as he soars into the air, Oliver starts bouncing with excitement and squeaks, "I can do that too!" and shoots into the sky but. with no glider or visible airbending. Almitak is just sighing in resignation but also a deep fondness. Aang is very surprised but delighted to have a flying buddy.

Cassie would LOVE to talk about inventions and things with Sokka. The little bean would take one look at an airship and demand to know exactly how it works. She'd also love Toph just in general, she's got a similar sort of personality, but she's more go-with-the-flow after having been a slave for most of her life. She'd have Toph throwing rocks at her and be trying to hit them with a wrench like a very dangerous game of baseball until Silas yelled at them to stop.

Silas would like either Katara or Sokka most depending on who was being the parent of the group at that moment. Because Silas, as the oldest of his group, is the de-facto parent. He'd be THRILLED to talk about navigating by the stars with them tho (Sokka at least would have to know this since Water Tribe).

Almitak is glad the kiddos are having fun but not really enjoying himself until somebody in the Gaang brings up spirits/dragons and then suddenly he's manifesting his ghostly self like "did somebody say dragon spirit?" and half the Gaang is panicking, Aang is just excited, Toph is the most unnerved she's ever been because there is no way to sense this creature. Almitak feels bad about that and apologizes and is also forced to explain his existence.

At some point Aang and Oliver talk about how they both have No Killing rules and don't really want to hurt anyone and lament the positions they've been put into and it's really good for both of them to be able to admit that to someone in a similar situation who agrees with them. They're besties after like ten minutes.

At the end of the day all the SOS kiddos creep over to snuggle with Zuko because warm. He grumbles about it, but secretly he's kind of pleased and amused that these kids like him so much. The Gaang is extremely amused and Almitak is trying not to laugh and directing them to the futuristic equivalent to a camera in one of the kid's pockets so they can take a picture and savor this memory forever. Zuko is unaware of this until later. The SOS kiddos are DELIGHTED.

Anyway, those are just some fun thoughts I've been ruminating on recently. I have some more I might type up later but this is already long so. Hope it was a fun read!

[jacelandon]

He had started appearing on the streets of Dalaran only a few weeks prior with violin in hand, busking on the corner near the bank. It wasn’t his normal stomping ground, although with the tips he had been given lately perhaps it should become part of his route. The rich and spoiled ate that classical shit right on up, especially when he ditched his typical suspenders and loose-fitting Henley for a fitted dress shirt and vest. He looked and acted every part the strapping, young, respected student of the Dalaran Conservatory. At least that’s what he told anyone if they asked, the tips would likely be far less if he said that he was actually a musician with the Darkmoon Faire. However, he wasn’t here to promote the Faire, he wasn’t even here to earn tips; although that had become the icing on the cake. 

He was here to find someone, and he had actually already found that particular someone; he just hadn’t approached them yet. But it wasn’t that easy, was it? He was always the type to observe first, then go and dig up every ounce of intelligence he could on them before acting. Maybe if he treated this situation like one of his private investigation jobs he did for Silas Darkmoon, that would make the whole thing all the more simple. It wasn’t that difficult to come by information on her and her family, they were public figures and given the events of the past year, they were also the center of a lot of drama and rumors.

But not her, specifically, she remained on the fringes of much of that. No doubt one that casually pulled strings behind the scenes; a thought that made him smirk. They had that much in common, at least. He didn’t much understand the noble courts, and the more he learned, the more convoluted it all became. It also made him understand, in a way, why she would give him up after his birth. He would have made things even more complicated for her, especially given that his human genes overshadowed the elven ones. While these days mixed races were becoming more and more accepted, back then she would have possibly been ostracized for it.

Maybe he was also trying to make excuses to feel better about himself, who knew. He was grateful to have been adopted as a baby as a half-elf, his human parents had done their best to give him a good life. They were both bankers living comfortably in the upper-middle class of society, who were unable to have children of their own. They always wanted what was ‘best’ for him, but what they considered to be his best never aligned with his own wants. It wasn’t a terrible childhood, but growing up as a half-elf among humans was not easy.

It wasn’t until after his adoptive father had passed away the previous year that he finally decided to see if his biological parents were still out there. His father was a ghost, very possibly literally. His mother, however, didn’t restrict her information with the adoption agency - which came as something of a surprise to him. It was almost never that easy, maybe she wanted him to find her eventually?

The first time he saw her, he nearly stopped playing his violin mid-caprice; fumbling a few notes before getting back on track. He had already attracted a small crowd, and she joined them, even left him some coins in his open case. There was a brief moment of eye contact and he thought for sure in that moment she would just know. Maybe she did, but upon finishing, everyone abruptly returned to the hustle and bustle of the city. This would go on for a few weeks, and he had become a staple of that particular street corner on certain days, at certain times - that perhaps happened to align with her own schedule. 

While he never considered himself short on confidence, he found himself absolutely terrified to actually approach this woman and introduce himself. One day soon, hopefully, but for now he would continue to stand on that street corner and play for her.

[darkbluekies]

The track runner reader fic w/Silas got me thinking👀

Hear me out okay..

Ballerina reader x Silas

How would he react to see her practice,her shows

Swan lake, Giselle..

Italian fouettés, Entrechat quatre x3 royale, Developpe A la Seconde etc

Yk the high extensions,leg holds the whole shebang

Just a thot👀

Stolen part

Yandere!mafia x fem!reader

Summary: you've finally been granted to do ballet, but when Silas sees you upset, everything turns into a nightmare

Warnings: yandere, mentions of blood, broken bones, a lot of guilt and confusion, panic attack(?), reader just feeling horrible

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I took some creative liberty with your request, I hope that's okay. And uh, I know 0 about ballet, so take this with a handful of salt<3

One performance — that’s the deal. One single performance and then you’ll go back to normal life. You nearly fainted when he told you that you could do one dance, after months and months of begging, pleading and crying. You almost started threatening him when you became desperate enough. 

“Well … we’re here”, Silas sighs as his men stop the car. “You know the rules, don’t you? Do we have to go through them again?”

“No, I know them”, you smile. 

You take his hand while exiting the car. Silas smiles and squeezes your hand softly. It’s worth all the trouble, he tells himself. If you’re happy, then it’s all worth it.

When you enter the practice room, you’re met by a dozen other girls wearing the same clothes as you. It’s been such a long time ago that you’ve felt so … included. There’s a certain feeling about wearing the same thing that creates a unity you can’t explain. 

“Run along”, Silas tells you, giving you a small push towards the group. 

He walks over to the instructor. He can tell right away that she knows who he is. He braces himself. She can either call the police or let him go. If she decides to call the police, he’ll have to create a blood bath and snatch you back in the car. 

“Can I have a word with you?” Silas asks politely. 

“Sure”, the woman answers hesitantly. 

“I can tell by the look on your face that you know very well who I am, so I want to make a deal with you.”

“What type of deal?”

“If you don’t call the cops on me and give my girlfriend an honest chance — because I know that she’s magnificent — I will fund your entire club. All clothes, all expenses, all props, venue, is on me. Fair?”

The woman thinks for a moment. Silas know that the club is underfunded. He knows that she has to agree.

“Okay”, the woman says shortly. 

“Good”, Silas replies and waves at you to come over. 

You skip over with sparkling eyes. He pulls you in to kiss him, in front of everybody. His kisses are always controlled by him, but they always show extremely much love for you, a deep hunger nothing can satisfy. 

“My men will stay to supervise, to make sure nothing happens to you”, he says and gives you another kiss. “Have fun now, little thing. I’ll see you soon.”

You nod. Silas squeezes your shoulder, gives the group of ballerinas a warning stare and then leaves. 

You return to the group. The people who knows who Silas is give you nervous gazes and the ones who don’t look at you with jealousy. 

Well, this is starting off great, you’ll absolutely make many friends.

Time goes on. Silas enjoys seeing the wise smile on your face every time you exit the building after a practice. Every time you’re in practice, he takes the opportunity to do some errands. He always makes sure to come pick you up clean, never covered in blood. 

But one day, you’re crying when you meet him. His heart drops in an instant and he thinks that putting you in ballet was a mistake. It wasn’t worth it at all. 

“What happened, baby?” he asks worriedly and takes you in his arms. “What did they do to you?”

You struggle to talk through your violent sobs. He believes that you’re having a panic attack, but you can still move relatively well. Silas grabs your shoulders and waves at his men to come over. 

“Y/N, what did they do to you?” he asks and looks at his men. “Did any of the others hurt her?”

The men shake their heads. 

“Y/N!” Silas says sharply. 

“I-I didn’t … get … the ... lead role”, you manage to get out through your sobs. 

You know it’s silly, of course. Honestly. It’s childish to cry over not being the main character, but this was your only chance to be on stage before you’ll get pulled back into capture. You’ll never have this much freedom again. It’s embarrassing to cry about this, and you know that very well, but they don’t know how much you’ve suffered to even be in the practice room. 

“You didn’t?” Silas asks shortly. 

“No”, you cry. 

Silas turns to his men and hands you to one of them. 

“Bring her to the car”, he says. “I will be back soon.”

He disappears into the building. The practice room is empty, apart from the constructor who is cleaning up after today's class.

“Oh”, she says, noticing him. “Can I help you?”

“If you're smart, you can”, Silas says coldly. “I heard that Y/N didn't get the lead role. I'm just wondering why?”

“She wasn't exactly what I had in mind for this particular role … I mean, she's extremely good, but just not what I had in mind when I visualized the lead. She's a runner up, though.”

Not good enough, Silas thinks.

“Okay”, he says and nods. “I see.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and leaves. Anger is burning through his chest. Seeing you so upset makes him see red. He would burn down the entire world for you to watch you smile. He walks back to the car where you sit in the backseat and the two men in the front. 

“Hey, baby”, he smiles and sits down beside you. “Are you feeling better? Should we get some food on the way home?”

You nod. Silas smiles and wipes your tears. His men are forced to hear how he sucks the air out of you in the backseat. He devours your lips, trying to comfort both you and himself. He holds you in his arms, letting you cry. The more you cry, the more embarrassed you feel. You’re ashamed because you can’t understand why you are so upset over it. It’s just a role, you’ll still be on stage, won’t you? Is it because you think that you’re better than the others? That you deserve the position of the lead? Do you deserve it because you’re so good or because this is your only chance? The others have many more opportunities to get the role you want, why can’t you just get one? You’ll never be seen again, why can’t you get it?

Why are you thinking like this? You’re not entitled to anything. Has Silas imprinted the narrative that you’re so special, so wonderful that deeply into your brain? Do you believe that you’re this special, one of a kind person that deserve everything because you’re so special? 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Silas asks, caressing your cheek. “You look so thoughtful. Let me in.”

“I- … I- …”, you start, but can’t seem to talk — you can’t even formulate your own thoughts.

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay, you’re with me now.”

“I am breathing … I just …”

“Just …?”

You shake your head. 

“Just hungry”, you lie. “And tired.”

“It’s okay, you’ll get some food soon”, Silas promises and kisses your lips once again. “We’ll stop by McDonald’s.”

You get your food and you eat together with Silas in your bedroom, but you can’t stop thinking about the lump in your stomach. Why are you so upset? Why can’t you put words on your feelings? 

You lay awake the entire night in your empty bed (because Silas is out working) and think. Crying over not getting the lead role won’t make you enjoy the last few weeks in the club. Ballet is your true love, you should do everything you can to enjoy it — specifically because you’ll not get it back. You should be happy with your role — you’re even a runner up! That’s fantastic. You breathe out. Ease sets into your heart. It doesn’t matter what role you get, as long as you have fun. 

When you enter the practice room the next time, you can tell that something is wrong right away. The girl who got the lead part … has crutches. You feel a shiver run down your back. Mortified, you shake your head. Silas. He must have done something to give you the lead role, that you so desperately wanted. He never got to know that you became satisfied with your original role. Guilt washes over you, suddenly you feel extremely sick. You need to take a hold on the wall to not fall. One hand presses against your chest to not vomit. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” one of the body guards asks as they hurry over. 

You nod sloppily. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god. This is all my fault. 

This is what you had been feeling bad about — finally you can put words on that weird feeling in your stomach. You were scared that Silas would do something to the girl that got the lead without even noticing it. If anything, that shows how close you know Silas.

“He … he did this … didn’t he?” you whisper, feeling distant. 

“The boss couldn’t stand to watch you be upset”, one of the body guards answers quietly, only for you to hear. “He made sure to get you the role he wanted.”

You’re freezing. That poor girl. Suddenly you don’t want that part anymore. The part is dirty, and your hands are covered in blood. 

Your mind is anywhere but in practice when you dance your stolen part, but your body works for you. 

Silas is standing out in the parking lot a wide smile when you walk out. He opens his arms for you, but you don’t walk into them. 

“Are you happy now?” he asks. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Silas …”, you say quietly and shake your head. 

He tries to grab you, but you jerk back. Silas frowns. 

“But you wanted it”, he says. “You had a panic attack. I gave the part to you.”

“Silas, I feel extremely guilty. I stole her part. It’s not fair.”

He grabs your shoulders and force you to look at him. 

“The world isn’t fair, little thing”, he says. “If you have some power, use it. I want to use my power to make you happy, baby. You’ll do better than that girl ever could. You should have gotten that part from the very beginning.”

He gives you a kiss and brings you to the car. 

When the day for the performance arrive, you refuse to come out of the dressing room. The costume looks horrible on you. You can only see the other girl in the mirror. None of the other girls have talked to you after the lead girl ended up with crutches. They all know why you got the role. And how you got it. 

“We start in five minutes, get out!” the instructor tells you and basically pulls you out on stage. 

You see a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. Silas has brought as many of his men as he possibly could. Silas himself is sitting in the front row with his right hand man beside him, smiling at you. You look around. All his men are smiling at you. Weirdly enough, it’s somehow cute. They all look like they could kill anyone in any second, but the second you look their way, big, genuine smiles creeps up on their faces. Turning them from killer machines to teddy bears. 

You dance to the best of your ability. This is what you’ve been begging and pleading for. Better enjoy the spotlight while you can. You can’t help but feeling dirty throughout the performance. Silas, however, has never looked this proud before. 

The second the applauds roll in, you fall to your knees, crying. You fulfilled your childhood dream, but at what cost? A girl broke her leg because of your emotions, you stole her role … you’re covered in dirt that you can’t wash off. You don’t deserve these applauds. You don’t deserve any of this. 

“Y/N!” Silas gasps and runs up on the stage with his right hand man by his side. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I want to go home”, you sob. “Get me out of here.”

Silas nods and waves at his men to walk out. He picks you up and follows his men. 

“You did so well, baby”, Silas smiles while walking. “I’ma always proud of you, but this was something else. Everyone saw how absolutely fantastic you were. You’re an absolute badass, baby. I fucking love you so much.”

You smile slightly. It’s finally over. You’ve achieved your dream — although you wish that you never had done it — and now, you’re going back to your locked bedroom. You almost long for it. 

[vulpes-fennec]

@elainweekofficial Day 3: A snippet of the shenanigans that ensue when Elain and the Band of Exiles dog-sit Eris's smokehounds 🐶

“What in Cauldron’s name is happening?” Lucien’s hands were planted squarely on his hips as Eris Vanserra wedged past him. The High Lord of Autumn had shown up to the Band of Exiles’ manor with his entire pack of smokehounds bright and early.

“Oh!” Elain popped her head around the corner. “Good morning, Eris! Hello Isabella! Quenby! Yana and Collin!” She rubbed the passing hounds affectionately on their heads. With the dogs’ soulful brown eyes, soft and short hairs, lolling tongues, and wagging tails, who wouldn’t fall in love with them?

Eris tipped his head in acknowledgement. “Good morning, Elain.” 

“Smokehounds,” Vassa breathed in amazement, joining the throng at the door. The human queen’s sapphire eyes sparkled at the magical dogs jostling their way down the hall.

“I volunteered to watch Eris’s dogs while he went on his honeymoon,” Elain explained, turning her doe brown eyes towards Lucien. 

Lucien’s frown softened at Elain’s hopeful expression. They had only started courting very recently, taking things slowly the old-fashioned—human—way. It seemed Elain had taken the initiative to win his brother’s favor by not only memorizing all of Eris’s dogs, but by also offering to care for them.

“But agreeing to watch your dogs for the week is not the same as letting all of them move in,” Lucien protested. For Eris was unloading box after box of belongings into the living room. Beds, toys, food, treats, leashes, blankets…even little jackets. All twelve members of the pack, colored in varying shades of sleek gray, were sniffing furniture with their long, elegant noses.

“My dogs are very high maintenance,” Eris said defensively. “Besides, they like you the most out of all our brothers. You should take that as a compliment.” Eris smacked a thick packet into Lucien’s chest. Lucien flipped through the pamphlet, eyes growing wider and wider. 

“Give Collin a hot soak every night. Bridgett must be fed promptly at 6 in the evening. Silas only plays with the green wool ball. What is this?” Lucien read incredulously. 

“Those are the care instructions.” Eris rolled his eyes, implying obviously at the end of his response.

“You have twenty pages of—” 

“I don’t want to hear it, Lucien,” Vassa interrupted, giving Lucien a queenly stare with her blazing blue eyes. “I approved of having the dogs come over as well. I hope you enjoy your honeymoon, Lord Eris.” She bowed her head at the Autumn High Lord.

“Dogs!” Jurian’s voice echoed from the hall. “They’re here!” 

“Oh gods, here he comes,” Lucien groaned. The Mad General barreled into the room, his shoulder-length brown hair frazzled, shirt half-buttoned.

“I love dogs,” Jurian said enthusiastically as the hounds jumped up and down excitedly at the prospect of a new friend. “I used to be a dog whisperer back in the day.” 

“I’m sure you were,” Vassa muttered under her breath. 

“Saoirse, down,” Eris commanded as one of the females practically bowled Jurian over. “You know better than to jump on strangers.” 

“I’m sure they won’t remain strangers for long,” Elain giggled as Saoirse licked Jurian’s face eagerly. Vassa and Jurian’s faces bore huge smiles as they gave each hound plenty of attention.

After several minutes, Lucien looked at Eris expectantly. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t you have a honeymoon to pack for?” 

“I don’t want to leave them,” Eris said gruffly, turning away. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re crying.” Lucien sighed, rolling his eyes.  

“You wouldn’t understand, baby brother,” Eris snapped, wiping his eyes. “When you have children one day, you will feel the same way.” Elain blushed at the implication of Lucien with children. 

“They’ll be fine, Eris. I’m sure they’ll forget all about you soon enough.” 

“Lucien, don’t be cruel.” Elain swatted Lucien’s arm. “Your dogs will be in good hands, don’t you worry, Eris. Time will fly by sooner than you think.”  

Eris sniffled, glaring at his brother. “Thank you, Elain. At least someone here has some compassion.” 

***

Lunchtime feeding had been utter chaos. 

“Sit! Sit!” Jurian had instructed repeatedly. “You’re not getting food until you sit!” The hounds only wagged their tails at him, not a single coherent thought behind their eyes. 

Of course, they only listened to Lucien, whose flaming red hair and cadence of voice was most similar to their master’s. The fae male managed to get the hounds—Arienne, Bridgette, Collin, Erick, Isabella, Lea, Mateo, Phillipe, Quenby, Silas, Victoria, and Yana—chowing down grains, vegetables, and premium cuts of meat in somewhat orderly fashion.  

Now that it was afternoon, Elain and Vassa lounged on the lawn, watching Jurian and Lucien play with the dogs. An hour of strenuous exercise per day, Eris had instructed. Jurian and Lucien were both hardy warriors, but the dogs’ boundless energy seemed to be running them ragged. 

Several smokehounds—Phillipe, Isabella, and Arienne—ambled around, taking their garden sniffs very seriously. Elain kept a careful eye on them, making sure they did not ingest any of her carefully cultivated plants. 

Lea and Erick sat beside her on the soft blanket, their sweet eyes gazing as she munched on cookies and miniature cakes. “Sorry, darlings,” Elain apologized, “no snacks for you.” 

“Give the dog a little treat,” Vassa grumbled, her nose buried in a book. “They deserve the world.” 

Elain frowned. “Eris would not forgive me if he came back and found them several pounds heavier.” 

Vassa rolled her eyes with the confidence of a self-assured queen. “Trust me, you should be more concerned about getting Daphne and Helion’s approval. Lucien’s parents, remember?” 

Elain gave her friend a pointed glare as she threaded daisies into a chain. “Trust you? You’ve never had to meet Jurian’s parents.”  

“Fine, you have a point there. But why wouldn’t Lucien prioritize what his mother and his newly-found father, the High Lord of Day, think?” 

Elain dropped the daisy crown onto Lea’s head. The hound tucked its snout between its paws contentedly. She chewed her lip worriedly. “Do you think he—” 

Vassa waved her hand. “Oh, goodness, no. That male? He’s clearly in love with you. And you clearly possess strong feelings for him. Why you want to take things at a snail’s pace—”

“Snail’s pace!” Elain sputtered.

“Yes, Elain Archeron,” she intoned slowly. “The main characters in this novel have only known each other for six days, and they’re fucking already. You and Lucien have known each other for three years…have you even kissed?”

“Of-of course we have! I am not a prude!” 

Vassa tapped the cover of the book she was reading. Selkie’s Cove by Sellyn Drake. “This is a great story, by the way. Here, you should read it. For some inspiration.” The human queen winked, making Elain blush at its implication. 

Elain cocked her head. “Do you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” The sound of distant yelling grew closer and closer. It was Jurian. 

“Aaaahhhh!! Help meee!!” The human general came sprinting out of the woods, three smokehounds hot on his heels. Jurian zig-zagged around tree stumps and hopped over muddy patches, commanding the dogs to stop chasing him. Unfortunately, that only seemed to excite them more.

“Some dog whisperer you are,” Elain called out to Jurian. 

“Stop running!” Vassa shouted. “Use your assertive general voice, Jurian!” 

“Afternoon, ladies.” Lucien jogged over, grinning mischievously. 

“Something tells me you know why the smokehounds won’t leave Jurian alone,” Elain’s brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

“I may have slipped a piece of beef jerky into his pocket,” Lucien laughed softly. “He’s been lagging during our sparring sessions, so I figured he needed to work on his stamina.” 

“Stamina?” Elain nudged Vassa with a sneaky grin. 

***

Preparing dinner for twelve hungry hounds had been no easy feat. Thankfully, Jurian and Lucien’s expert knife skills had the vegetables and meat chopped up within half an hour. Promptly at 6 in the evening, per Eris’s demands.  

Vassa brushed Arienne and Quenby’s shiny coats with a soft bristle brush, while Elain read Selkie’s Cove by the crackling fireplace. Silas had his head on her lap, while Phillipe dozed off next to her. Lucien and Jurian were somewhere in the kitchen, opening up bottles of wine. A cozy night seemed to be in store.

“Hey, you! Mateo! Or is it Erick?” Jurian rushed into the room, for a smokehound was standing on the pink couch. 

“It’s Erick,” Elain remarked distractedly, engrossed with the utterly sinful smut. “Can’t you tell?”

“Well Erick is peeing on the couch!” Jurian wailed. “Shoo! Shoo!” The smokehound jumped off the hot pink cushion without a care in the world. Jurian dabbed at the dark stain with a cloth towel. 

“Good riddance,” Elain said offhandedly, returning to the book. “It was about time that pink monstrosity was disposed of.”

“What is happening?” Lucien sighed for the umpteenth time that day. 

“My couch! Noo!!” Jurian howled. The smokehounds around him howled in unison, bringing out a fresh round of giggles from Vassa and Elain.

Lucien ran his hands through his long hair, groaning, “I’ll bill Eris for another couch, Jurian.” 

Elain glanced up at Lucien, eyes glimmering with delight. “As long as it’s not pink, right?” she said innocently. “It was a shit interior design choice.”

[mozukumi]

100k Shirosieg? I know you may never have time to write, but how do the plot/vibes go in your head

Anon thank you so much for asking!!! I am so happy to talk about this AU which has remained dormant in my brain for like. A year and a half now.

For context - I started cooking all this up while I was playing fire emblem: revelations, which I did after I had already beat conquest once and birthright like… 3 times? '

I try and do different pairings each time I play, while keeping things as strategically and romantically as interesting as possible - but not every pairing can end up perfect. Notable for this au is that I ended up with a Peri!Siegbert and a Felicia!Shiro

i actually have published a bit of fanfiction about Peri!Siegbert, because I find it to be really fascinating. It gnaws at my brain.

But the basic genesis of this fanfic was this: how the hell is Siegbert supposed to have any optimism and pride and hope for his country when his mom is fucking Peri. Like. It goes deeper then that. But truly - how do you reckon with that?

Well. Maybe he's just barely keeping it together. Maybe he's going to explode soon. And maybe your best bud from the war happens to notice this. And in an act that will not fix any of the structural problems, he decides to arrange a marriage between Siegbert and his cousin Caeldori.

Normal. Normal! Further plot summary + some bonus drawings under the cut.

This all takes place in modified version of Rev, where Corrin sided with Hoshido at first but was able to recruit some Nohrians to her side towards the end of the conflict. But the consequence is that the ending political situation isn't just "now we're all friends" it is very much more leaning towards "Heyyy can we keep Nohr trapped in the torment nexus for 400 years". This is partially due to the fact that Sakura died in this version, and partially due to well. How the game treats Nohr to begin with.

Half of the second gen were in the canon deeprealm space time ovens during the war - Siegbert, Shiro, Caeldori, Forrest, and Ignatius are the relevant ones. They're anywhere between 16-20 when they're recruited from their deeprealm.

The other half of second gen are born post-war, and are normal babies. Kiragi, Percy, and Rhajat are the ones I have firmed up. Percy literally never comes up in this AU I just have a soft spot for Arthur x Beruka and I want them to have a normal family life. Or as normal as they're going to get lmao.

The exception to all of this are Sophie and Dwyer, who were Normal kids who had their parents killed during the very beginning of the war. Silas and Jakob, who in this version had years of romantic tension and basically got married immediately after the war started, adopt them. You just have to trust in my weird yaoi.

Sophie and Dwyer aren't sent out into battles - they stay in the mycastle as a butler and maid. Sophie is REALLY BAD at being a maid.

About 1-2 years after the war, at a celebration of the birth of Prince Kiragi (whose mother is Mozu btw. I'M LITERALLY MOZUKUMI! I'VE GOTTA DO IT!), Siegbert has a breakdown in front of Shiro. He confesses that he doesn't know if he can do this anymore - he had all these ideals about being a great king like father, but his resolve is starting to crack, and he doesn't know if he can believe father even is a great king. Not after all he's done, and especially not after he continues to not just tolerate, but love his mother - Peri.

Shiro offers his best bro a way to get out: get into an arranged marriage with his cousin, Caeldori. Since everybody still hates Nohr due to stuff from the war, it can be posed as like, a political bargain/punishment to take their crown prince and marry him into Hoshido, as well as a potential olive branch for future unity.

And Siegbert is conflicted... but he accepts the offer.

For her part, Caeldori accepts this because of her loyalty to Shiro and her country. She's conflicted - she's a romantic at heart, and she's been nursing feelings for Dwyer for ages. But her duty must come first. She knows the pressure that Siegbert faces.

So now we have a couple of plotlines going on: Siegbert as he adjusts to this new country, Shiro realizing that maybe the reason he made this offer was because he kind of wanted to marry Siegbert himself, Caeldori struggling between duty and love, and the folks back at Nohr scrambling to make sense of the new normal.

Nobody in Nohr wants to be next in the line of succession. Elise, whose an adult at this point (I haven't gotten a firm timeline yet, but the war took a couple of years + this is a timeskip to after the war), just had a baby with Hayato. And now everybody is kind of just sitting there hoping that this kid grows up to really fucking love being a ruler.

Also - Felicia ! She's Shiro's mom, remember? And... she was a political hostage from the Ice Tribe. And what's happening to Siegbert isn't quite the same - he had a lot more say in the matter then she did. But it's still an echo of her bast experience, and she proves to be one of his biggest allies. He's winning the mother-in-law competition.

The vibe of the whole thing is like... mainly interpersonal drama? It's also partially about examining some of the insane stuff Fates puts out into the lore and then never elaborates on.

if you have any follow-up questions, i'd be happy to answer them!! tysm for letting me ramble.