“ worry not, they’ll never hurt me. the occasional kicks are a part of their growth. ”
yoshikage kira with a pregnant beloved.
reader possesses a stand.
— featuring: killer queen and stray cat
there he was again, trimming his fingernails with precision as he was settled down on the bamboo flooring. the mantled newspapers kept nail clippings from besmirching the surrounding area. “you should’ve treat yourself out for a manicure my dear,” you came to a stop as you saw him slumped on the floor.
“or perhaps you exclusively favor my services in accordance to your desires?”
perking up at the thought he turned to face where you stand, yet he went on with his deeds. “i would love to, dove.”
“though being considerate of your current state as of the moment,” he retracted his gaze from yours, gandering at the sight of your swollen abdomen.
“it would be best if i make do myself. you on the other hand must rest and sit still, let killer queen and third eye blind be burdened with assessing the daily house chores.”
“you are bearing the fruit of our love labor after all.”
heaving a gruff breath with red dusting your cheeks, you picked up the laundry basket. “we both know we cannot rely on them for most of our daily living. 3EB feels absolute disdain against anything wet to the touch, and may we not forget that time when killer queen vaporized nearly half of our kitchen?” with that you strided off towards the laundromat. he only watched from the corners of his eyes as you did so, rattling his head at your headstrong attitude.
manifesting from thin air he was here in a flash, projecting his signature pose. eyes expectantly trained at his master.
“do keep watch over my loving and ever so wonderful spouse. you know the situation.”
his eyes hardened yet he nodded at his master’s bidding, following to where you have treaded.
once arrived you layed down the basket onto the stool next to the washing machine; wiping away excess sweat from the corner of your brow. suiting the ‘wash’ knob for cleaning a medium load of clothes.
‘now all i need are the detergent and fabric conditioner.’
scouring the place you searched high and low as far as you can reach, only to pitifully discover that they are on a shelf. not within the capacity of your arms. you scowled, taking note of reminding your husband about misplacing objects and forgetting about you being vertically challenged.
‘this calls for drastic measures.’
they opened their shrouded eyes after sensing the feel of the atmosphere. 3EB turned to where their master’s heat signature was, eager to be of good use.
“be a dear and fetch these for me please?” wagging a finger just below the shelf of which the items were placed on.
using your fingertip as a guide, 3EB hovered a tad bit higher to touch the edge of the shelf. as they were about to take hold of the detergent and conditioner a swift, gloved hand beat them to it.
“killer queen! you didn’t need to be of assistance, third eye’s here to have me covered.”
3EB leveled back down to your height, grumbling out its battlecry. while killer queen gave you what you needed accompanied with a look rendered to slight annoyance. though it transitioned to inquisitiveness once he drunk in the sight of your stomach.
though he had experienced the growth of your offspring since the start; it was always a marvel to him that stand masters can elope and produce possible future stand users.
third eye blind went and closed their distance, greeting killer queen after their short dispute. he stared at them in return as his way of greeting. even if he knew that 3EB was partially handicapped.
“ now to just to dump all of these in. here— ”
sensing a grunt of discomfort the two hastily gravitated towards you, killer queen’s arms looping your figure while third eye blind takes the clothes and discarded them onto the mouth of the washing machine. quickly as to reprimand themself from getting in contact with the water.
killer queen caressed your belly with graceful fingers, taking in the sensation of your full womb. careful as not to trigger one of his many bombs.
feeling the growth process of an unborn blooming to life.
3EB joined in on the commotion, surprised at picking up another heat signature emitting inside you; yet intrigued on how it’s possible. they moved around as they peered at your belly from all angles.
your cheekbones now rubied at such a sight, indulging in the moment of you and your husband’s energy bonding over your child.
looking up at killer queen, he was completely enamored with you and the child. eyes wide akin to that of a cat who looks like they’ve just seen a fascinating bug.
‘ could he feel the touch of his own stand? ’
bemusing at the thought you looked at the hallway’s walls out of curiosity.
kira gasped as he struggled to clamp down on the nail of his ring finger, his calloused hands visibly jittering. ravishing in the sensation of killer queen’s fingers ghosting over his spouse’s womb. “oh dove, you make me feel... so..”
quickly breathing out a quivering breath to calm his racing heart before continuing, “...bizarre. stirring up such emotions that bubble right up my throat and show. yet—”
he rubbed his head against his knee, not finding the right words to string the sentence together. this was all shiny and brand new to him. you deem him stupefied at times he left you under killer queen’s care. perhaps this has come along with being an upcoming father.
gulping in an amount of air to relieve him from this mushy feeling, he went on with finishing on making his hands and toes pristine as his showcased image.
you sighed, patting killer queen’s arm to break his embrace. needing to spin the washing machine for another time.
he let you go, deciding to that a trifling matter isn’t hard for you to do.
“and please help me with drying and folding after it has been washed, okay?”
the two complied, seeing that you were more joyful in having a set of hands to fasten things up.
an hour has gone by and all remained was to retrieve the freshly washed linen back inside the wardrobe.
“ come, our deed is halfway finished. ”
you cheered by dancing like a waddling penguin. third eye blind was clapping energetically and killer queen remained unmoving from his neutral attitude.
“ we’ve done well with our labors today and i say we shall treat ourselves. to the kitchen! ”
you’ve decided on putting together some sandwiches and a pitcher of orange juice, for you and kira to delight in. for the beings however you still needed to think upon.
‘ might as well give them playthings as an alternative.. ’
3EB sat this one out on a chair, clacking utensils together to relieve off creeping boredom.
and killer queen, remaining true to his master’s word, stood nearby. waiting for yet another request.
“ hand me the knife now would you dear? ”
he did so whilst pointing the edge downwards.
as you prepared he let his gaze wander back onto your stomach, realizing he also had something in him as well.
a small tap called your attention, making you look at him expectantly.
he pointed at your stomach then back at his, repeating the movement until you receive the message he was conveying.
“ you..? are you telling me that there’s something inside there? ” rearing your head to the side with a quizzed face.
“ oh! well then, could i take a peek perhaps? ”
his abdomen slided upwards! much to your surprise, you thought it would just.. bust open.
“ a.. plant? it’s a... cat plant..? ”
it seemed to have been woken from one of its naps, it’s ‘ears’ and leaves rustled slightly. the stem elongating upwards as if it’s mimicking a stretching motion, it’s eyes flickered to you.
you looked at it then back at killer queen, wondering if it’s one of his abilities.
you knew most cats were known to be feral, yet your adoration for such critters rose above that fact. lengthening your arms for the ‘cat’ hoping that it would let its potted body be carried.
at first it was reluctant to let you do so, since it is distasteful of her. although it saw that you were someone new and distinct from her. very very distinct.
so it thought to spare you a chance. mirroring your actions as it’s lush leaves moved towards you.
lurching forward and getting a grip on its pot, bringing it in towards your belly. cradling it close like a newborn.
it observed your every move, looking around and back at killer queen every once in a while.
you went to rub the tips of its ears once deemed docile, sounding out little mews once you gently scratched it. its leaves swaying happily at your touches, coddling against your hand. purring can be heard from it as well.
“as much as i find joy in gaining a new friend, i have to finish what i have prepared.”
you gave it one last pat before setting its pot down on the counter, it only mewled for more of your affection when you withdrew your hand.
third eye blind approached you again, the plant piqued at them out of wonder. though it went frigid of their sudden presence, hissing once they brought their face close for its comfort.
third eye blind entertained themself by poking its leaves, nose, and ears. making a silly game of tapping its markings. to which the plant flailed when they tapped an unfavored pattern.
while it was bothered by 3EB, it swung its head at everything you did. noticing the way your belly bumped against the edge of the counter.
it hollered out to you, motioning to your midsection with the leaf on its right.
“ this little one right here our child, a precious jewel. ”
there was a twinkle in your eyes as you explained, that this moment is worth more than all the seven wonders merged into one.
though it didn’t quite comprehend your happiness; if he or she were one to turn into those spoilt and loud brats then it would be a waste.
but since the baby is yours then he or she would be far from children like those.
the plant is certain of that fact.
“ i would really love it if you were to meet them one day, to aid their understanding if they were to attain an ability like mine and my husband’s. ”
its gaze never abandoned your figure as it listened to every word that rolled off the tip of your tongue.
once done with presenting a simple food plating all of you tidied up and headed for the living space.
your husband glanced from reading a news article upon the beck of his name, the appearance of you killer queen, 3EB, and stray cat tickled him. painting him a picture of a mother duck and their little ducklings faithfully in tow.
“yes dove?” he questioned, leaving the newspaper on his crossed thighs.
next you cued the three energies to do their assigned poses before shouting—
killer queen uplifted the tray of snacks up high, on the left third eye blind extended one hand outwards and shook them; stray cat was in the crook of the other arm imitating 3EB’s actions by flitting its leaves. and you on the right as you presented your little get-up to him.
his lips stretched into a curve whilst he cupped his chin, stiffling a laugh at another one of your shenanigans. after your little skit you continued your way next to him, killer queen arranged the tray of goodies on the wooden table. third eye blind placed stray cat some spaces away from the treats. the two returned respectively to their masters.
“what happened to be the occasion my dove? have i missed out on a particular thing worth all of this?”
“oh not much, just a thought of wanting to spend this afternoon onwards with you. and to destress them since they have been of generous help.” you chirped, resting down on the loveseat next to him. already taking your snack and nibbling away at the end.
“though i don’t mind letting these babies play together.” you turned to the three, 3EB poking stray cat while he waved his leaves at them. killer queen was right by his side, watching the other two like a show. recalling earlier’s thoughts you stood up abruptly, making a beeline for the little container inside the cabinet. fishing for a ball of yarn, feather on a string, and a tube of clay.
you waddled back when you got what you needed, seeing that the manifestations cannot consume anything you intake. you saw it best to entertain them with little amusements. 3EB went on with squishing and molding the clay into shapes of what they see once given to them; killer queen received the balled up twine, rolling it between his two palms and tossing it up the air. you let the bunched feathers dangle before stray cat’s face, doing its best to paw at the soft tips.
a sigh flew out as he began pouring the both of you a glass of refreshments. “has it left your mind of what explosive power killer queen reaps onto our foes, heightened further with the combined ability of stray cat?”
folding the newspaper back to its original state before laying it by stray cat’s pot, he took his sandwich and chewed at the middle.
“or 3EB’s unique quirk of letting their victims fall into a tormenting trance that seems to rage on and on until you deem that the poor thing has had enough?”
“so that’s the plants name.” you bemused, uttering your thoughts out absentmindedly.
“i tend to let it slip i admit,”
you thanked him for his kind gesture and sipped on the orange juice, resting your other arm on your knee from playing with stray cat. to which it growled at.
“but ever since i’ve made it known that i’m bearing our child, they’ve been narrowed down to domestication. yes i am aware of the foul crimes these three can and will commit, i have it ingrained on the forefront of my mind.”
you set your eyes on them once more, third eye blind has sculpted vague figures of everything and everyone it has come to cherish. including that round belly of yours. killer queen had trouble with the yarn as it webbed around his body, shaking his way to freedom. stray cat had grown tired of the feathers and now turned to witnessing killer queen struggle with himself. you couldn’t help but let a smile dance on your lips.
“though i wouldn’t mind this change of scenery, gracing them with time to roam free and learn about our customs. without jumping at anything with malice and ill intentions.”
he reached for your hand, the one adorned with his everlasting promise of fidelity until death has come to whisk you away, and guided it to his lips. imparting your knuckles with a soft kiss, his slender fingers entwining with yours after.
“i see,” tracing his thumb along the side of your index finger as he watched you blossomed into scarlet.
“i sincerily apologize for my false judgement, i was wrong to upset you even in the slightest. stress isn’t good for the baby”
bringing you in for a kiss on the temple as an additional apology, you returned the endearing act on his lips. he beckoned you to rest on his lap instead, though you refused due to the thought of being too heavy for him to have on his lap. in the end you went along with it when he offered to sweep you of your feet himself. you squirmed around to make yourself comfortable, clinging your arms around his shoulders once you’re fit and snug against his torso.
you looked him in the eye with flourishing adoration as he reciprocated the feeling. pursing the ends of your lips as you wanted to make this man, the man you sworn of undying empathy through all odds, your husband fond of your growing affections.
you faltered and let the rest of the declaration die on your tongue. yet he waited for you to finish, being as patient with you as always. rather than picking up where you left off you smothered yourself on his chest, tightening your hold around him.
“...you know what i mean.”
even if the both of you are bound for life, such words were still foreign for you. it isn’t that you wouldn’t rather it left a tinge every time you dare try. though this isn’t the only moment to speak of such, so you let it be. there are many and many more to look forward to after all.
he peered down at your mop of hair, closing his arms around the dip of your hips.
“i understand wholly my dove, but you mustn’t fret. for i too requite your love with all i have to offer and share.”
your husband was certainly one oddball of a man; with peculiar tastes coupled with a mind brewing up ill-flavored concepts. aside from that however he was as posh as an english gentleman with manners up to par. the day he spilled his grotesque fantasies all over you would be one to remember. with wobbling hands clutching your own as he sang what filled his heart in a rasping tune. of what he pleased to do with you. you only offered one of your smiles once he was finished. you were shaken of course, but you still sought the good. you told him that you will remain with his presence. to guide him about this vague concept that he had slight knowledge of, a promise of helping him if you will.
from then onwards it all has ended with the two of you remaining together ‘till the wake and fall of the sun, preparing for a little one to take after each of your own attributes. until now you upheld your words, to grasp each situation with new perspectives. he may be challenged with having to care for your child but he knows he has you; who will surely be there to help shape them just like how you did with him, with promising patience and kindness. so why be intimidated by the situation? when he has all the help he can get. by the time the little one is knowledgeable and had come to know of what he did? then he’ll set his worries aside, for now. all what matters is you and him being the best parents that both of you can ever be.
at that you became the object of attention, with hands latched on your belly in an alarmed state.
“what seems to be of trouble? are you hurt?”
your husband placed his hand on top of your own for comfort. third eye blind was by your foot at once, sensing their master’s distress.
“no, no. i’m alright, it was only the baby. they gave me quite a startle with another kick, a strong one too.”
he faced your stomach with a stern look that crossed his face.
“little sweet don’t you hurt your mother too much or i would have to scold you.” he told your baby as he still had his eyes on your stomach, to which you only snickered at his attitude.
“calm down dear, it’s what babies do. don’t make such a fuss about them. now try and feel around, they might kick again.”
that he did, caressing his hands all over your womb until—
“my, they are strong indeed.” you beamed when he tilted to you, albeit a bit surprised at your baby’s strength.
you asked for the beings to near you, with killer queen picking stray cat up by its pot. requesting them to put their hands or leaf on your stomach so they can feel the baby too. they did as they were told, covering your rounded womb with hands and a leaf. a few minutes gone by and they had kicked again. dearly frightening 3EB as they lurched backwards, killer queen and stray cat wore the same curious face.
“dear it’s alright, i’m okay. it was only the baby.”
third eye blind pointed at your stomach then at you, the gears in their head visibly grinding. once they were done they clapped enthusiastically, thinking that the child is doing well and healthy. their hand was on you once more, in hopes that they would kick again. stray cat only poked back at them, with the thought they might kick once more. killer queen went with looming you, keeping you under his quaint eyes.
this might not be an ideal standard for a ‘family’ most will say, though you pay no mind to what society dictates; you, your husband, and three manifestations are all that you have. and soon a little one to run around and play with. you were content with it. he’ll have to resume his work once you had conceived the baby, but that didn’t bother you one bit. as long the both of you are able to provide the sufficient needs and wants of a family then there wouldn’t be any problem.
note: this is an altered reality wherein i’ve pacified the villains to an extent. i advise you to never commit and devote yourself to people who bear intentions of draining you and burdening you with torment.
