#ptn fluff

The chief of MBCC was currently buried under a mountain of paperwork that would make even the toughest of 9-5 workers weep. Stacks of paperwork on the chief's desk were high enough to qualify as a structural building—each paper ranging between the MBCC budget reports, reports on mania spikes, sinner requests, Ninth Agency reports, and the latest activity logs of some of the most unruly sinners that is currently residing in the building.

The chief simply hadn't seen the sun for 29 hours straight.

That's why—

"No."

—The chief said, not even bothering to look up from the spreadsheet that they were currently checking. "I have three meetings, two interrogations, and a stack of forms to sign before midnight. I don't have the time to teach you how to boil water, let alone cook."

"But chief!" Hella slammed her hands on the desk, her pipe clattering against her side. "The cafeteria food tasted like horse manure today! Hell—even Hecate said—"

"I said it would be beneficial for us to learn how to cook, chief." The latter added softly, standing like a shadow behind Hella's figure.

"The answer is still no. " Chief added sternly, hands rising up to their face to massage the bridge of their nose. "Ask any of the other sinners who know how to cook to teach you both, or better yet—ask Chelsea to hire a professional cook to teach you two."

"But Hecate and I want you to be the one teaching us, chief, come on..!"

"Hella, as I said; I have three meetings before noon and the FAC is breathing down my neck." The chief sighed before continuing; "Maybe by next month, I could teach the two of you."

"NEXT MONTH..?! Chief, we'll be starved to death by then!" Hella barked.

"I'm sorry, alright?" Chief said, finally looking up with tired, bloodshot eyes, "The answer is still no. I'm just too busy.."

Upon hearing their words, Hella gritted her teeth then looked at Hecate. The duo shared a silent, knowing look before nodding.

It was time for their trump card.

Suddenly, there was an eerie silence. The atmosphere in the office shifted. A faint shimmering light seemed to distort the air around the two sinners. With a soft "POOF", the rebellious girl and stoic nightmare-user... Disappeared.

The chief, sensing the shift of pure overwhelming aura of innocence linger in the air, finally looked up aaandddd immediately felt their soul leap out of their body.

In their place stood two tiny, round, chibified versions of themselves with Hella having the eyes the side of dinner plates, shimmering with unshed tears. She held her tiny pipe like one would with a spoon and omfg, she looks like a lost child holding a teddy bear while Hecate, on the other hand, looked up with a blank but devastatingly pouty expression while holding Nightmare—now also looking suspiciously rounder and softer—letting out a pathetic mewl.

The chief froze. Their heart, hardened by months of rogue corrupters, unruly sinners, unruly paperwork, unruly civilians, and cosmic horrors, shattered instantly.

Boy, the chief didn't stand a chance.

"I..." Chief stammered, their hands shaking as they reached for a pen only to then immediately drop it. "I... I suppose... The FAC can wait an hour. Or a day."

"Really..?" Chibi Hella squeaked in a high-pitched, ughrurh, adorable voice.

The chief sighed, completely defeated by the two before slumping on their chair.

"We're going to the store."

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Half an hour later, the trio was at the local market. The chief pushed the cart while Hella rode in the main basket, pointing aggressively at everything she found interesting (ahem, sugar, ahem) while Hecate quietly followed beside.

"Alright, let me see the list of ingredients that we need..." The chief muttered to themselves, fishing out their phone in their pocket and checking the ingredients for fried pork chops and pasta—two simple dishes.

"Okay, listen up" the chief finally spoke, tossing a bundle of parsley that they found into the cart which Hella then immediately inspected. "Cooking is like managing sinners. It's all about timing and not, well, letting things explode."

"Wait, can't we just torch the pork then?" Hella asked, eyes sparkling wide.

"No, we're searing it." Chief replied as they inspected a box of spices and herbs. "Why do we need weeds?" This time, it was Hecate who was asking the questions. "Yeah, I mean—can't you just put more salt on it? Just put more salt on it!"

"Guys, haven't you heard the term 'flavor'?" Chief explained, picking out multiple bags of spices and herbs before moving the cart to the veggie section and tossing a ripe tomato on the cart.

"Woah, chief, look! These pork chops are the size of your head!" Hella shouted, swinging a pack of meat near the chief's face and comparing the sizes. "Hella, put the meat in the cart gently and please—don't carelessly swing things around." The chief sighed. "Hecate, what are you doing?"

Hecate was standing perfectly still in front of the pasta section, staring intensely at a box of farfalle. "Chief, these ones are shaped like bowties. Are they... More 'useful', than the long ones..?" She inquired, seemingly in thought.

"Well, they just hold the sauce differently, Hecate."

"... I want the bowties," she said. The chief, knowing her tendencies and personality by now, signalled her to put it in the cart before then ruffling her hair.

By the time they reached the checkout, the cart was a chaotic mix of ingredients, cooking essentials, and "accidental" snacks that Hella had snuck in.

The chief leaned against the cart, a small smile finally breaking through the exhaustion as the thoughts about work finally dissipated from their mind.

"Ow-kayy, listen up," the chief said as they pushed the cart into the parking lot. "Tonight, we start with the basics. If either of you sets the kitchen on fire, you're doing the dishes for a month."

"Deal!" Hella immediately chirped, already tearing into a bag of chips that she snuck into the cart earlier and shared it with Hecate. "Watch out, chief. I'm gonna be the best chef in the MBCC. Those bastards who call themselves chef in the cafeteria are gonna be shaking,"

"I will try my best not to burn anything, chief." Hecate promised solemnly.

The chief watched the two munch on the chips, and a smile couldn't help but grace the chief's features. The paperwork could wait; some things were more important than the bureau reports.

As they reached their car—the chief opened the trunks and safely tucked the grocery bags in it, the scent of fresh rosemary and cold pork chops lingering in the air. With it, the chief sighed with relief and clicked the door shut.

"Mission accomplished. Let's get back to the bureau before Nightingale gets worried,"

The chief turned toward the driver's side door, but a tiny... Rhythmic tugging on their coat stopped them right on their tracks... The chief made the rookie mistake of looking down aaanddd—

Hella and Hecate hadn't moved.

No, they were standing side-by-side in their chibi forms once again with chibi Hella doing a wobbly little dance, her tiny hands clasped under her chin. "Chief... The mall is right there. And my shoes back in the MBCC have a hole in them. Do you want your favorite girl to get a toe–infection..?" She mumbled in a soft and teary voice before continuing. "Is that... Is that what you want?"

FAAHHH..!

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HELL—chibi Hecate didn't even need to say a word. She simply pointed a small, shaking finger toward the towering glass entrance of the "DisCity grand mall" that was right behind the grocery store, her eyes shimmering with a level of longing and yearning usually reserved for loved ones.

"But... But the groceries..." The chief, nearing their defeat, pleaded, gesturing weakly to the car. "The pork chops... They—they might spoil..."

Hella sniffled. A single, giant tear bubbled in the corner of her eye.

"I guess... We don't need... To have fun.."

The narrator and the chief could've sworn they heard a balloon deflate in the distance.

Hella sniffled once again while Hecate looked down and pouted before speaking; "We'll just go back to our cells. It's fine. We're used to it, chief."

...!!!?

'When did she learn to use THAT tone?!'

"..."

"Thirty–minutes," the chief barked, though... Though there was no authority left in their voice. "But we're buying a cooler bag for the meat first."

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The moment they stepped through the sliding doors the "chibi" facade immediately vanished and was replaced by pure sinner and teenage energy.

Cue the montage baby.

Hella treated the clothing section like a jungle gym—HER jungle gym to be specific. She didn't want sneakers, she wanted a leather jacket with "at least fifty more zippers"

"Look at this, chief! If I wear this the corruptors will die of intimidation before I even swing my pipe!" She yelled, holding up a jacket three sizes too big.

"..."

Hecate, on the other hand, wandered toward the crane machines. She stood silently in front of a machine filled with plush ravens, her eyes filled with longing (once again). "Chief," she said, her voice flat as ever but her aura radiating need. "That bird. It resembles Nightmare..."

—and so, chief spent twenty minutes and 700 DisCoins trying to get the said plush because, I mean, how could they even resist?

Before the chief could even pay for everything—Hella dragged Hecate and them into a neon–lit photo booth.

"We need proof that we're having fun!" She declared.

The resulting strip of photos showed:

•Hella making a peace sign and sticking her tongue out while chief and Hecate were still recovering from her sudden grasp and tugging.

•Hecate staring intensely at the camera lens while holding her new plush raven, chief awkwardly doing the same pose as Hella.

•The chief looking exhausted, being squeezed by both girls.

•And finally—chief finally dropping the exhaustion and pulling the two girls into them before showing a hearty smile, Hecate finally managing to show a small smile and doing an awkward peace sign while resting her head on the chief's shoulder, Hella showing the biggest grin ever and throwing a heart sign making sure to squish her face with chiefs', and Nightmare finally appearing above them seemingly smiling.

By the time they finally made it back to the car, the chief was carrying a new jacket, a bag of limited edition of "Bobo's Bizarre adventure" figurines and manga for EMP, a bag of clothes, a bag of books for Ninety–nine (Chief hopes she'll read it), and a very expensive cooler bag.

"Okay," the chief panted, leaning against the steering wheel. "Now, we go home. We cook. No more stops. If I see a petting zoo, I'm not stopping, if anything; I'm hitting the dash. If I see a sale on 'best boss' mugs, I'm not stopping too."

Hella, satisfied, leaned back in the passenger seat, already tearing into a bag of jerky and sharing it with Hecate. "Yeah, yeah. Get driving, chief. The pork chops aren't gonna sear themselves!"

Hecate, buckled into the back seatz patted her patted her plush raven.

The chief groaned, put the car into moving and prayed that the meat hadn't spoiled yet.

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"Hecate, I need the garlic minced. Tiny pieces to be exact, so keep your fingers tucked." Chief instructed, placing a hand over Hecate's to show her the right grip. Hecate nodded, her focus absolute as she moved the knife.

"Okay, now—Hella, you're on the seasoning. Make sure to put the right amount of salt or else you'll end up tasting the ocean." Chief instructed as Hella, usually a whirlwind of motion, watched chief set an example with the utmost focus before picking up the salt cellar.

"L-like this..?" She asked, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

She sprinkled the salt from a height, careful not to overdo it, just like she'd seen the chief do.

"Perfect!" The encouraged, stepping behind her to adjust her aim as she starts to add more spices. "Now, add a little more pepper to the edges. That's where the flavor is usually strong, in my experience."

Hella's chest puffed out. "Yeah, yeah—I got this. I swear, it's gonna be the best pork chop that DisCity has ever seen!"

And with that, the kitchen grew warmer as the cast–iron pan began to create smoke. "Alrighty, this is the most important part," chief uttered and both girls leaned in. "You see that? That's the sear,"

As the pork hit the oil—a violent, rhythmic crackle filled the kitchen. Chief and Hecate didn't pull away from the heat but Hella flinched a bit, worried about getting burned. They stood in a small circle, the golden light of the stove illuminating their faces.

"Now, we add the butter."

Hecate stepped forward, dumping a cold knob of butter, three minced garlic, and a sprig of rosemary into the pan. As the butter foamed and turned brownish, chief handed the spoon to Hella. "Now, you baste it. Scoop the butter and pour it over the meat. Keep doing it until I say so,"

Hella's movements were clumsy at first, the hot butter almost splashing near her hand but boy, she was determined. Chief placed a steadying hand on her shoulder and praised the two of them. "Nice, nice. Now, slow down, you're nourishing your family, Hella. Take your time."

Upon hearing the word family, Hella couldn't help but break into a proudful grin as her movements smoothened out. Her expression softened, the jagged edges of the "scrappy street kid" melting away into something softer.

A few more minutes later, the plates were set. Hecate plated the pasta she had boiled to perfect al dente, her eyes tracking the steam as it rose. She looked at chief, a tiny, rare spark of warmth in her eye causing the chief to ruffle her hair.

Chief then cut a piece of the pork that Hella had basted earlier and offered it to her first. She took the bite, chewed slowly, and burst into a loud victory–speech.

"It's better than the ones we had this morning in the cafeteria!" She loudly declared, wiping a bit of grease from her lip. Chief reached out, ruffling Hella's messy hair and giving Hecate's shoulder a gentle squeeze before they all dove in and ate.

The paperwork was still waiting, and the world outside was still as messy and dangerous as ever, but here in the quiet warmth of the kitchen in MBCC; they were just a small family sharing a meal.

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The chief sat back down at their desk—the blue light of the monitor illuminating the fresh stacks of reports Nightingale had left while they were gone—Hella and Hecate retreated to the sofa in the corner of the room. Hella had claimed a heavy wool blanket and dragged chief's spare laptop over to watch a movie, the volume turned down low so as to not disturbed their working "parent"/"boss" at work.

For an hour, the only sounds were the soft clicking of the chief's keyboard and their pen sliding across countless stacks of paper and the muffled dialogue of the film the duo were watching.

"HAH! Chief, look at this guy's haircut–" Hella started to whisper (if you could even call it whispering..) but a yawn cut her off halfway. "Quiet, Hella.." Hecate murmured, though her own head was already nodding, her eyes dropping as she leaned against Hella's shoulder.

By midnight, the room had already fallen into complete silence. The movie had long since ended and the screen had gone black.

The chief paused on their work, stretching their aching back, and looked over the two. The sight immediately brought a genuine, weary smile to their face.

Hela was sprawled out, her head tilted back against the cushions snoring softly with her mouth slightly ajar while Hecate had curled into a small ball beside her, her hand still clutching the plush raven even in dream.

They... Looked small.

Like two normal teenagers just trying their best.

With a tired sigh, the chief stood up and made their way over to the two—careful not to wake them up. Carefully, they scooped Hecate up first. She was light, almost impossibly so, and thankfully, she didn't wake—she only shifted a bit, tucking her face into the chief's shoulder.

After tucking her into the chief's own bed, the chief returned to the room for Hella.

Hella was.. well, a different story. Even in sleep, she was a chaotic bundle of limbs as ever. As the chief lifted her, she grumbled something about "stupid corruptors" and "more pork chops," but she didn't struggle. The chief made sure to be careful with her, mindful of her suspiciously bruised shins.

As the chief tucked Hella in and covered the two with a blanket, the girl's hand shot out, grabbing the chief's sleeve for a split second as she muttered; "No... Don't go...yet.."

"I'm right here," the chief whispered, gently prying her fingers loose and smoothing her hair away from her forehead before continuing. "I'm not going anywhere... I promise."

And with that—the chief stepped back into the office, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

The chief's eyes travelled over the desk and onto the mountain of paperwork. Their eyes burned with exhaustion but the fatigue was tempered by a strange familiar warmth.

They picked up a pen and sat back down. They've finally come to the conclusion that they wouldn't be sleeping tonight; Nightingale would be expecting these files by the morning and the bureau isn't going to run itself.

But as the chief started to continue where they left off, their gaze drifted to the photo–strip from the mall sitting on the corner of the desk. In the fourth frame, all three of them were smiling.

Genuine smiles, genuine warmth, and genuine bond.

"..."

“mornin’.” you whisper softly, closing your eyes when her hands splay across your stomach, dragging underneath your top to feel the warmth of your skin.

to zoya this was her favorite time with you after a late night of intimacy and relaxing. the morning after. she’d probably never admit it out loud, though you don’t mind because her soft touches and murmured words of “I love you” against your skin gave it away.

“just got up to grab some water,” you tell her, interrupting her thoughts. “we can get back in bed if you’d like.”

she hums, pressing her face against your neck, trailing her nose along the column of your throat where she places soft kisses against your skin. the hands on your stomach stroke along softly, goosebumps forming on the flesh.

you sink into her, hands joining hers under your shirt, just resting there.

“I take that as a yes?” chuckling softly, you tilt your head to allow her more access to your neck. a shudder wracks your body when her lips part, teeth sinking into your flesh ever so lightly. her tongue smooths over the faint mark, followed by the press of her lips.

“yeah,” she murmurs, “let’s head back to bed.”

untangling yourselves, you grab her hand and lead her back to the bedroom, fingers intertwined, the soft patter of your feet against the wooden flooring filling the quiet space.

when you get to the bedroom, you’re the first to sit on the bed, pulling zoya to stand between your legs. your hands settle on her hips, fingers trailing up the sides of her waist before leaning in.

a soft kiss is pressed to her bare stomach, the touch of your lips feather-light. one of her hands lifts to stroke along your jaw, tracing shapes into the soft skin.

had you been anyone else, zoya would’ve never let this happen. but it's because you're you that she allows it. only you got to see her like this—sleepy, eyes half-lidded, and hair a mess.

only you got to touch her like this. only you got to experience her in her most intimate form. and only you got to hear her whisper those three little words during these acts and after when you’re in each other’s arms, washing each other up.

pressing one last kiss against her stomach, you scoot back to settle in your side of the bed. zoya joins you, throwing the blanket over your bodies. her arm wraps around your waist to pull you into an embrace, her hand finding its way under your shirt again, resting over your beating heart.

her lips find your shoulder, trailing soft kisses as she makes her way up the side of your neck before brushing the shell of your ear.

“zoya.” your voice is a whisper, not wanting to ruin the intimate moment that’s taking place. it was rare you got moments like these, so you attempted to cherish them for as long as possible.

“hm?”

“I love you.” you whisper, almost shyly. as if it was your first time uttering those words to her.

her grip on your tightens, one leg slipping between yours as she wrapped herself in everything that was completely you.

“I love you, too.”

it always made your heart beat a little faster when she returned your words. sure, her saying it herself meant a lot, too. but having her respond directly to your confession held a different kind of weight.

“let’s head back to sleep. we can have a late breakfast.” she hums in agreement, sighing softly. her fingers trace small patterns over your chest, the feeling making you shudder and melt more into her touch.

your eyes flutter softly, closing shut as you begin drifting off to sleep. that’s how the two of you nod back off, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of the bed embracing you.

✧ CHELSEA

• Chelsea absolutely spoils her children. She will buy them everything, from clothes to toys to pets. If they want it they'll get it, there are no exceptions.

• She's rich, money isn't even the slightest hint of concern for her. She's usually spending every jewel she can make on herself or you, but having her new bundles of joy in the world? Well then, now she's going to spend even more on them too.

• She'll 100% end up being the "Cool Mom," whether that was by accident or not. She doesn't like to be strick and usually allows your kids to get away with things, but she will lay down on them if they go to far.

• Just because Chelsea is pretty relaxed and allows minor things to be swept under the rug if it involves your kids, she isn't gonna hesitate to ground them if they do something bigger than drawing on the walls.

• Be prepared for Sitri to be very overprotective over your kids. Sometimes you'll both wonder if the gem panther considers them hers and not yours.

• It really isn't uncommon to find one of your kids missing, and when you both go into panic, you'll stop and see Sitri holding them by the back of their shirt or cuddled tightly around them.

• It's comical to see how much Sitri and Chelsea are alike when it comes to your kids. Protective and downright aggressive in situations that threaten your kids.

✧ CINNABAR

• Cinnabar is a great balance for a mother. She's fun, protective, loving, and gentle with her kids.

• She's the type of parent that can be found playing on playsets with her kids. Acting like a sea monster when your kids play pirate, or the dragon that kidnaps you, the princess, when they want to play knights.

• Whatever her kids want to do (as long as it isn't dangerous and life threatening) she's all on board to get involved whenever your kids want her to.

• Another thing is that Cinnabar can be quite an awkward parent. When it comes to the talk of "birds and the bees," she's a flustered, stammering mess as she tries her hardest to explain - you'll end up having to be the one that does.

• When your kids are older and start bringing their parents over to meet you both, she's a mix of silent intimidation and social awkwardness.

• Cinnabar almost always has an eye on your kids as well. She worries about them hurting themselves she always wants to have them in her sights. She does this more when their toddlers, because she knows she shouldn't be some kind of "helicopter parent" when they get older.

• It's such a beautiful sight to watch Cinnabar cradling her newborn baby, because she holds them with such delicacy and looks at them like they're her whole world - because you and them are.

✧ DEREN

• Deren - despite what people may think - is anything but lazy when it comes to your kids. She may desperately want to be, but she forces herself to be awake and with them at anytime she can.

• She makes it a real effort to attend every single one of their extracurricular activities. Whether it be seeing their soccer game or attending their piano recital, she'll be there in the crowd cheering them on.

• She doesn't hesitate to leave sights early where she's filming her newest movie - or ending production early that day to get home and be with you and your kids.

• Deren will also take your kids on set quite often, because she wants them to see what she does and also spend time with them as much as possible.

• It's common to have a family movie night, where Deren will play one of her favorite movies (or yours and your kids) because she wants them to have a love and appreciation for movies just like her.

• The cutest thing you can find when you're home is Deren asleep on the couch, or in one of your kids bed with them wrapped up protectively in her arms.

• It's an adorable sight that you've caught sight of many times, and you have enough pictures to show it. Depending on the night you'll tuck them both under a blanket or will crawl into bed with them, a smile usually spreading across her sleeping face when she feels your arms around her.

✧ RAHU

• Rahu is the definition of protective parent. She will go full on fight mode at even the smallest threat. One time she completely destroyed a thorn bush when you child was lightly pricked by it.

• She wants to ensure yours and your child's safety, meaning she is by your guys side almost 24/7. She's not overbearing by any means, she's simply just intent on making sure your safe wherever and wherever.

• On top of being quite protective, Rahu is one of the most awkward parents. It takes her a long long time to get the ropes of parenting.

• It takes her so long not because she doesn't know what to do, but rather because she's afraid. She's afraid of accidentally harming one of your kids because of her strength.

• It's a reason why Rahu is so apprehensive on holding your children when they're first born. She needs personal encouragement and reassurance from you before she'll take your small, newborn baby into her arms.

• It's a beautiful sight to see the usually stoic Rahu just completely melt and become vulnerable as she cradles her child close to her chest, gazing down at them like she would burn the entire world for them, and you know she would.

• There's nothing more important to her than you and her kids, and Rahu would rather die than ever see any one of you get hurt. Your all her world after all.

✧ ZOYA

• Zoya is probably one of the most perfect parents out of everyone. Sure she's violent and dangerous and many become petrified at the mention of her name, but when you give her the gift of her first child, she'll completely melt and become a woman you wouldn't expect to have done violent things.

• She dedicates everything to your kids. She'll push herself away from the Legion (as much as she can while still leading it) and spend her time with you and your children.

• Each kid you have is going to have Zoya wrapped around her finger, and there is almost nothing she wouldn't do for them. She loves each one so immensely that sometimes you wonder if she's going to drown in the love that she holds.

• There are plenty of times that you'll come home to Zoya ropped (willingly) into any shenanigans your kids come up with. From having them to her makeup, to dressing up for tea parties, or playing the role as the valiant hero or dastardly villain.

• If you stumble upon her during these moments and she notices you, be prepared to be pulled into their games and become her dear princess that she saves or the hero who stops her crimes and falls for her.

• When your kids are young and wake up in the middle of night, Zoya will make sure you go back to sleep before tending to them. She'll often be the one to check for monsters in closets and under beds as well.

• But nothing, nothing makes Zoya the most vulnerable than lying in bed with you wrapped up in her arms along with each of your kids. The sight of you all sound asleep and safe besides her will bring tears to her eyes, and she'll thank anyone listening for being gifted with your family.

ENDING NOTES: Probably will make a part 2 of this with other characters, so feel free to send an ask or comment on which characters you'll like to see me write parent headcanons for next.

Zoya doesn't act on her feelings whatsoever once she realizes she harbors them for you. She wants to stay professional, putting her job first of keeping you safe, and being in love with you only jeopardizes her ability to do so. You both go so long not acting on the others' feelings, not until one night you end up getting drunk at a club.

You're being escorted back to the car, clinging onto Zoya, who helps you along the way. She's just gotten you inside it when you suddenly pull her down and brush your lips against her ear. "I love you" are the words you utter to her before kissing her ear softly. For once, Zoya is frozen and flushed, not knowing what to do.

"You're drunk." Zoya finally mutters, trying to pry herself away from you, her heart racing in her chest. But you don't let go, clinging onto her tighter.

"But I'm not lying. I love you, Zoya." You state back, pulling back to stare into her eyes. She can see how sincere your being, and it takes everything in her to not kiss you. After all, you're still drunk.

"Let's talk about this once you've sobered up." Zoya says in a breathless tone before finally pulling away from you and shutting the passengers door. She stands by the car for several long seconds, trying to calm her racing heart before getting in the driver's side.

It's easier to get you home and into your bed after that as you quickly pass out. She stays by your side for a long time, watching your sleeping face and staring at your parted lips. She wants to kiss you, but she doesn't. Instead, she gets up and leaves your room, deciding to do a perimeter check of your house.

The next morning is nerve-wracking for you both, and it takes a long time for either of you to face each other. The memories are foggy of last night for you, but you can remember confessing your love to your bodyguard.

When you see Zoya again, you both stare at one another for a few seconds before you immediately begin to apologize and tell her to forget everything you said last night. You were drunk and not thinking after all.

"But do you mean it? That you love me?" Zoya asks after you finish your apology. You're taken aback, noticing her neutral expression as she asks the question.

"Y-Yes..." You mutter under your breath with a nod of your head.

Zoya approaches you, towering over you while gazing down into your eyes. She raises a hand up and cups your face, whispering softly, "I love you too."

There's a moment of silence before you lean in, your lips connecting as you kiss one another. It doesn't take long for all of your emotions to spill out, the ones you've both harbored for one another for so long. You shouldn't be doing this, kissing one another, but you can't stop, and you both never want to stop.

I've had thoughts on surrogacy recently (strange, I know). Which lead me to thinking of becoming a surrogate mother for an [Insert Ship]. Really this idea can be used for any wlw ship, but there was one that stood out to me, that @sea-lanterns so kindly gave me thoughts for. That ship being IronAnne; Iron x Anne from PTN.

So, just hear out the idea I have. Maybe I'll expand on it more in the future if people want me to. Also feel free to let me know what other ships you think this idea could work with.

It wasn't exactly an- ideal situation in Iron's eyes, at first. She didn't like kids and didn't want them, she found them to be pretty disgusting and insufferable. But, Anne did want them. It was a conflicting situation for the doctor- she didn't want to have kids but she desperately wanted to see her beloved happy.

It took some time and convincing for Iron to give in, but she made it very very clear to Anne that she wasn't carrying it. It was a disappointment to the nurse but she didn't fight it, just happy with the fact Iron ended up agreeing and being more open to having kids with her.

The disappointing part was that Anne couldn't have kids of her own, due to health reasons and high risk of death during birth. It left the couple with few options, but in the end they decided to get a surrogate.

Anne would lend one of her eggs to the surrogate and they would then get an anonymous sperm donor. It was quick and easy- well everything except finding someone who they thought and trusted could carry their child. It was a long process of countless interviews with different people, but finally in the end, they found someone.

They found you.

The process went smoothly and in no time you were pregnant and carrying Iron and Anne's child. Because of this you moved in with the two, and they both took time in caring for you in anyway you needed.

Iron always made sure you and the baby were healthy with weekly checkups she could easily do from home. She may have been cold and quiet most of them time, you knew she was genuinely appreciative of you for agreeing to be their surrogate. She would make this known with small gestures, either with soft touches, or going out of her way to do minor things for you without a word.

Anne was quite the opposite. She was basically glued to your side, always telling you how thankful she was for what you were doing. She was kind and open, always helping you with minimal things, like helping you up from the couch, bathing you, or feeding you dinner during times the pregnancy got hard. She was so caring to you, always making sure you were alright and comfortable.

It wasn't a surprise that you'd fall in love with them.

At first you'd try your hardest to kerp your feelings at bay and push them aside. You were simply a surrogate, carrying their baby. They were a happy couple so obviously in love with one another that you didn't want to ruin anything between them because of your feelings.

But on one particular night, where Anne was being especially attentive of you, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. You had pulled away quickly, apologizing profusely to her. But Anne simply cupped your face innher hands, kissed you again and told you she had been waiting too long to do that.

You were relieved to know she reciprocated your feelings- but then you remembered Iron. You liked her as well just as much as Anne, but how were going to tell her that? How would she react to her lover liking and kissing you back?

Anne didn't hesitate to answer when she began talking about how her and Iron had begun to fall for you during your stay with them, that they weren't sure how you'd react to their feelings. But lucky for them you liked them back as well.

Telling Iron about what occurred and about your feelings, it wasn't long for you to join their relationship. It was perfect, they were perfect. Always showing you love in their own special ways, making sure to care and love you. They were also quick to accept you as a parent of their child, and you were ecstatic to give birth to their- no your guy's baby.

• Raven absolutely adores children! She loves nothing more than sitting them down and helping with anything they need - whether it be homework, writing a letter and so on.

• She's always known that she wants kids at some point in her life, she was just waiting for the perfect person to enter it. Luckily for her, you came waltzing in and she was head over heels in love with you the moment your eyes met.

• When you start having children together, Raven has never, ever been more full of joy until she's cradling your new bundle of life in her arms. She'll be smiling so wide, her sharp teeth full on display but there's no hint of threat behind them - just purely a smile of pure, unadulterated love.

• She is going to spoil your kids purposefully and unintentionally so much. She'll get them whatever they want and will do anything that they want to do. There isn't a hint of hesitation in her mind.

• Considering she loves helping children in anyway that she can, be prepared for her to take your kids future school projects into her own hands. Doesn't matter what it is she's going to be there helping (rather doing it for) them.

• Raven gets more excited about working on a school project than her kids do. It's amusing to see how over the top she gets, yet you'll scold her on numerous occasions saying, "Don't do all the work for them, they need to learn!" She'll ignore your words as soon as your out of sight.

• Besides being a rather laid back and down to earth mom, Raven can be quite protective over your children. She's not as obvious about it like most PTN women are, rather she does it more subtly.

• You'll often get calls from the school saying that your children seem to be talking to themselves quite a lot. It'll leave you confused because they don't do that at home..?

• Your unaware of the fact that during the school days, Raven will send her trusty pet raven to look after your kids. It can usually be soon peering through windows into your kids classrooms, and perching on low branches near them when they're at recess.

• It's the reason why teachers think your kids talk to themselves, when in reality it's them talking animatedly to their mothers raven.

• Another big thing Raven does is read stories to her kids. Whether it be reading them to bed or just doing a casual story time in the middle of the day. Be prepared for her to do wild gestures and all sorts of voices for each character in the story.

• She's really such an amazing mom, probably one of the best. She cares so deeply for your kids and would do anything to make them happy and ensure their safety.

• Raven will get baby fever quite a lot, meaning she's gonna wish for more kids with you. But, if your the one with baby fever and say something about it to her- be prepared for her to not hold herself back as she drags you to your guy's bedroom in five seconds or less.