#gauntlet adopt

[make-dragonspyre-great-again]

every wizard101 and pirate101 player should be allowed to adopt a really obscure npc to care for like a baby and basically make their own original character with headcanons

[wolfietheangel]

- so darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose! ☆

[recovering-redditor]

Whoopsies! Looks like I've already visited you, just in a different form.

You’re fine, sorry for yelling

Exorcism did work though, so not too sorry Goose

[dxppercxdxver]

yeehaw!! (more of that collaboration with @chiropteracupola!!)

deep within, your hunger burns

The grandfather clock in the corner of Filomena’s study clicked steadily toward sunrise, keeping in lockstep with her sluggish, pounding heart. Reams and reams of paper sat as yet untouched upon her desk. Her night’s work was young, despite the hour, and the stacks of blank parchment spoke to the effort still the come, the anxiety wracking her body like an unseasonable winter’s chill. Looping scrawl disintegrating by the minute blurred before her eyes; her hand was beginning to cramp from the duration of her encryption, and yet, Filomena had far to go before she could rest.

While her task would be Sisyphean to anyone, the threat of discovery loomed heavy over her shoulder, sending icy chills down her neck. It would hardly do for one of her newfound teammates, or enemies, or friends, or whatever they would become to her, to find her here. Sighing, she drew her shawl tight round her shoulders, fingers worrying at the fraying tassels.

She would need to replace her candle soon.

There was a gentle tap at her door, the familiar sound of silver-bound fingers against an oaken jamb. Without looking up, Filomena already knew who was waiting for her.

“Lady Helen,” she said, never staying her duty, not even for a moment. Long ago, Filomena had mastered the art of continually writing, no matter the distraction, and Helen valued her for it. It made her efficient. Helen did not abide idleness.

“Miss Pauling.” Despite her age, Helen’s voice was slick as oil, sturdy and cutting as any blade. Only the hour demanded the hushed tone in which she spoke, but her words still carried a weight Filomena had come to dread. “May I come in?”

“Certainly.”

Filomena placed her pen back in its inkwell, grateful for the moment to stretch her arms and listen to the joints pop in quick succession, before turning to where Helen stood, regal in her rich purple gown. Her bony fingers clacked against each other under the weight of her jewelry, hands clasped at her stomach tense as the sharp line of her mouth. Eyes narrowed, flashing gold in the firelight, she did not look pleased.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” It was rare to hear from Helen nowadays. The war occupied much of her time, and the air of mystery she had worked so hard to cultivate around their hired band of mercenaries would hardly do to be shattered by too many sightings of her goings about the house, so when Filomena chanced to see her, it was always a relief and a warning in equal measure. The maddening quiet was over, but the news it brought was often a knife to Filomena’s stomach.

Helen laughed without humor. “I should hope you would be glad to see me no matter the cause.”

“Well, of course I am, my Lady,” under the force of her gaze, Filomena always felt herself floundering, a little girl scolded for staining the carpet again, “but given the circumstances, I would presume something is on your mind.”

“Hm. You presume correctly.” Eyeing the scattered papers, Helen raised a sharp brow. Filomena smiled, hesitant and apologetic. Taking a whistling breath through her nose, Helen inspected a long fingernail, flicking at it with her thumb. “Are they getting along?”

“You mean our houseguests?”

“You’re a smart girl, Miss Pauling,” Helen said. “What do you think?”

Shrinking against her mother, Filomena twiddled with her glasses. “Well, I would hardly call them friends, to be sure, but they are settling into their roles quite nicely.”

“Really.”

“Yes, my Lady.” Fishing through her files, Filomena selected two sheets of paper from her personal records, detailing her observations. She passed them to Helen, who skimmed them with a scowl, while she continued, “Monsieur Laurent and Mister Thornton have been more troublesome than most, but not nearly so much as we suspected. Their antisocial tendencies and… exuberance, respectively, have been rather tempered by the contract work and the company we keep. Extraordinarily hard workers, the lot of them. It is… commendable.”

Helen nodded, humming approvingly, before returning Filomena’s notes. “This is good news, indeed.”

“I should say so.”

When it became clear Helen had said her piece, Filomena slowly returned to her work, ears pricked for any further remarks. None came, and for a moment, she felt herself frozen in time, hours before sunrise, with nothing but hollow breathing for company. The scratching of her pen eased her back into a familiar rhythm. She had done alright for herself, she mused, and if Helen’s drawn conclusion was any indication, her mother thought so too.

“Do you think they suspect?”

The question reverberated around the study with all the deafening, omnipresent clamor of a church bell, batting Filomena about the head until it rang in harmony. Without the unequivocal reminders of the true nature of her job, she could almost pretend away the secret mission, the turning of knives in hands and the arrangements of the decks of cards; the forgeries, the lies, the killing. It stood to reason Helen would not allow her to forget.

Knot twisting in her stomach, Filomena’s hand froze.

“I sincerely doubt it,” she said, and found it to be an honest observation. The mercenaries taking up residence in the manor that had stood as her second mother since she was but a girl were too friendly, too naive, too stupid to know the purpose of their mission, and she was damn good at what she did. Her web was around them, and they would be none the wiser.

If they were, she would be dead. They were good at what they did, too.

This was how she knew.

“Excellent. Ensure that it remains that way.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

Clicking her tongue, Helen about faced and headed for the door, heels tapping staccato against the clock’s pendulum. It took Filomena longer than she would have liked to notice the off-beats of the cork abruptly ceasing.

“A word of advice, Miss Pauling?” Helen’s expression was stern, gray streak defiant against the inky black of her hair. Shadows played off the bones in her face, rendering it skeletal. When she spoke, her message crawled down Filomena’s spine and into her ribs, clutching at her heart with blackened claws. “Don’t get involved.”

Memories of joviality flitted forth, unbidden, as if reminding Filomena of her secret shame; wine around the dinner table, target practice on the expansive lawn, and games of cards in the library, among many other little pleasures she had allowed herself in the company of their guests. Their guests, who had been nothing but kind to her, even if she suspected a fair few of them never actually meant it. Their guests, who trusted her, who wanted her, who seemed to like her. A lump was fast growing in her throat, threatening to choke her.

“I won’t.” Filomena tapped the side of her nose. “Promise.”

With a conspiratorial wink, Helen said, “Good work, Filomena,” and disappeared into the hall, letting the heavy wooden door slam closed behind her.

“... Thanks.” All that answered was the empty, and the whistling of the wind outside. Beside her, the candle burned ever lower. The wax was beginning to pool atop her paperwork, and she pulled it aside with a huff, scraping it off as delicately as she could.

Damn this, she thought to no one in particular. Casting around the study, replacement candles were not to be found, and only then did Filomena remember she had run out the night before. While others could more than likely be sourced from elsewhere in the house, her legs ached, and her eyelids were threaded through with exhaustion heavy as lead.

“Damn this,” Filomena said again, as the candle winked out, leaving her in the darkness. Instinctually, she reached for the chain wended about her wrist, a token of appreciation from her mercenaries, more than likely stolen from the house of some New Jersey noblewoman. Her thumb quickly and comfortably found the etching in the bronze cross.

She was cut loose, swimming in the warmth of the metal in her palm, the euphoria of Helen’s admiration, and the grandfather clock simply continued its steady ticking march.

[cowboyhorsegirl]

cant remember where i saw this but i do know that i have seen things abt stevetony getting wedding band tattoos instead of rings, so that they can't be lost/damaged in their lines of work. i think its cute! i think they r cute.

They and their love literally mean the whole entire world to me oh my god

[selunesfavouriteprincess]

recently decided that it was part of my Rook’s lore that when they got scouted by the Lords of Fortune (while very young) Isabela and Hawke took them in and raised them for a while. and Hawke literally never said anything about Kirkwall or the Inquisition except talking about her friends from there so all Rook knew was that their fun pirate rogue mum Isabela and their sarcastic butch lesbian mum Hawke met in Kirkwall and fell in love. then one day Varric shows up after Hawke asks him to keep an eye on Rook when they’ve left the Lords and tells them the whole story and Rook is like. HUH???

[poorwhayfairingstranger]

Gotta be some of the creatures of all time

on a whim I made a palette game dedicated to…. UNUSUAL color palettes. feel free to participate in any way you’d like

anyways send me some requests and a palette combo and i’ll try to draw stuff for my own challenge lmao (though i might just draw stuff on my own idk)

[hayleythesugarbowl]

If you feel comfortable, could you do a cute little one shot about reader and Ian telling their smosh friends that they’re having a baby? Maybe they announce it in a jokey way and everyone’s like wait are u or are u not?? Thank you!! I love ur writing so much!! 😘

Try Not To Laugh: Crew Baby Edition || Ian Hecox x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you announce your’s and ian’s pregnancy through a TNTL bit

word count: 1.2k

warnings: pregnancy, ian being ian and talking about milk

a/n: this is so cute wait 🤭. hope you enjoy this cute, short little fic!! the pic has nothing to do with this but i thought it was funny lol. fem!reader.

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  “Do you know where they keep the fake babies?” 

     You scoured the shelves, peeking out from backstage as you waited for your turn to go on for your bit.

      You weren’t exactly used to being on camera and you were still getting used to it. 

      You were participating in your first every Try Not To Laugh video, a gauntlet with all of the crew. 

      “Try the bin next to the walrus in a wig,” Ian pointed in the direction of said bin. 

      You began searching, crouching to get a better look, as you thought about what you were going to do when it was your turn.

      You and Ian had planned it all the week before, knowing exactly what you’d do when you’d first heard Smosh wanted you in a TNTL Crew video. 

      Ian came up behind you now, putting a hand on your back as he crouched to help you look. 

     You had been dating Ian for over a year now, shortly after you’d joined the Smosh crew. Now, everyone at the company had bets going on when you were going to get married and tie the knot or adopt a pet or get pregnant.

     And they weren’t far off. About the last part at least. You were currently three months pregnant with Ian’s baby.

     You two couldn’t be happier. You were counting down the days until the third member of your family was brought into this world.

     But the joy was only shared between you and Ian—none of the other Smosh cast or crew knew about it yet. You were waiting for the right moment to tell everyone. 

     And where better than TNTL.

     You’d talked to Ian about it and decided that instead of come up with a bit, you and Ian would use your turn to announce your pregnancy. 

      If that didn’t get them to spit their water out, you didn’t know what would.

      Sure, telling your friends that you were having a baby during a bit wasn’t exactly conventional. It was silly and unserious and perfectly Smosh. Some people announced their marriages on April Fool’s Day, others announced their pregnancy during a joke show.

      You smiled as you thought about it, finally finding a realistic-looking plastic baby underneath a spiky wig.

     “This’ll do,” you turned to Ian.

     “A poor substitute for the real thing,” Ian said, standing and grabbing your hand to pull you up with him.

     He placed a hand on your stomach and you laid your own hand atop his.

     “If our baby looked like this though, I’d be pretty creeped out.” You gestured to the doll in your hand.

     “Maybe if the baby inherits its looks from you” Ian teased. 

     You put your hands on your hips and Ian just laughed, leaning in to kiss you quickly.

     “Kidding.”

     Erin, who had just gotten done performing her bit, came backstage then. 

     She smiled at you. “You’re up. Should be pretty easy, though. They’re spitting like crazy today—no swallowers here.”

     Behind you, Ian chuckled. “Nice.”

     You smacked his arm. “You’re a child.”

     “Pretty sure that,” Ian pointed to the fake baby, “Is a child.”

     You rolled your eyes at him, putting the baby in between your legs, hiding it under the long dress you wore.

     “Ready?” Ian asked you.

     “I didn’t shove this baby up skirt for nothing,” you teased. 

     You walked out in front of the cast, six of them, all with water in their mouths already.

     Ian followed you.

     A couple of the cast members, seeing Ian in your bit, looked at each other in a way that said, Of course they’re doing a bit together, they can’t go three seconds apart from each other.

      You and Ian shared your own look, nodding at each other as you began your bit.

     “Wanna know the easiest way to get breast milk, free and legally?” Ian said, putting on an infomercial voice. “When you want that leche but you just can’t go to jail again?”

     This got a couple people immediately, Courtney and Anthony both spitting out their water.

     You let the baby drop out from between your legs.

     Keith spit out his water now, shouting, “It never gets old!”

     Now you and Ian both said. “Get pregnant!”

     Ian came to stand beside you. “I got my girlfriend pregnant, and now I never have to worry about where my milk’s coming from again. This doesn’t work with LaCroix, sorry Shayne.”

     Shayne lost it, laughing as he wiped the water from his mouth. 

     You stepped forward. “So get pregnant today. Call now, and with only four small payments a month, you can be pregnant too!”

     Ian added, speaking quickly, “Restrictions may apply. Does not include shipping and handling. Must be 18 years or older to order—so sorry Trevor, maybe next time.”

     Trevor spit, throwing up his arms in mock offense.

     “So what are you waiting for?” You continued. “Get pregnant, like me!”

     You and Ian ended in a cheesy pose and you looked up to find everyone spitting out their water. 

     “You guys are crazy!” Courtney shouted, clapping.

     “Ian, the breast milk again?” Anthony teased. 

     “I hate that baby,” Kieth said, laughing. “I hate it!”

     Ian looked to you. “Well, hopefully you hate the real thing a little less.”

     He grabbed your hand, and you linked your fingers with his. Ian leaned down and kissed your stomach. 

     Suddenly, Olivia, the last to laugh, spit out her water, a look of surprise on her face. 

     She gestured between you and Ian. “Wait are you guys serious?”

     Expressions of shock filled the room and everyone was momentarily silent. 

     “Guys!” Courtney shouted in anticipation. “Guys!”

     Shayne stood up, putting his hands behind his head. “No. No you guys are playing us.”

     “Wait,” Anthony looked between the two of you. “Wait are you—”

     You nodded to all of them. “We’re pregnant.”

     The room erupted into shouts of ‘oh my god!’ and ‘no way!’ and ‘wait they’re together?’—the last one was Trevor.

      It only lasted a moment before everyone was up and hugging you, congratulating you and Ian.

     “I can’t believe you guys just did that,” Anthony shook his head in disbelief. 

     You giggled. “We were waiting for the perfect moment—and I guess this was it.”

     “Well, congrats you guys,” Shayne said. 

     “You’re going to make such good parents,” Courtney nodded, turning their attention to Shayne. “And who knows, maybe we’re next.”

     Everyone laughed at the expression on Shayne’s face. 

     “Do you have any name ideas yet?” Olivia asked.

     “Not yet,” Ian said. “But I’m pulling for Ian Jr. if it’s a boy”

     “Maybe honey,” you said, patting Ian’s arm before turning to the others and shaking your head profusely.

     Kieth laughed. “So I guess Kieth is off the table?” 

     “Or Trevor?” Trevor put in. 

     “Or Olivia if it’s a girl?”

     “Well put those on the list,” you said. “Right after Ian Jr.”

     This got a laugh from everyone. You looked around at your friends at coworkers that surrounded you. You were glad everyone knew now, and could share in your happiness. 

     You grabbed Ian’s hand again, leaning into him. You had so much to look forward to together, and you couldn’t wait.

     “Can we rearrange the order?” You spun around to see Tommy peaking out from backstage, pretending to wipe a tear from under his eye. 

     “Because there’s no way I’m going after that.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ i always love writing for ian and i hope y’all enjoyed this. check out my other ian fics if you enjoyed this—i think i have 5 now. mwah! 🎀

[brucewaynehater101]

Jason is curled up in the fetal position. He is on a mattress without a frame in a derelict Crime Alley safehouse. His breath shakes, and the sound echoes in the empty room. One arm hugs his midsection while the other is wrapped around his throat. Trembling fingers trace the scar on his neck.

He doesn't cry. He's not sure he remembers how to. This crushing feeling of despair and anguish is the closest he's gotten to in a long time.

Jason would rather just cry.

It's stupid. He's laying on this stupid fucking mattress as if he couldn't solve the issue. The all-encompassing hole that's devoring his insides could be filled. He could lift his seemingly heavy limbs and pick up his phone.

If he just called him, this desperate longing would go away.

Jason won't.

He wants Bruce to wrap him in a hug that whispers safety and smells of home. He wants to hear the soft rumble of Bruce's voice as he reads aloud, and he wants to feel the callouses of rough hands carding through Jay's hair. He wants B to tell him that he's loved and wanted and good.

He wants the man who adopted him to rush over just because he asked.

Jason's breath chokes and his fingers caress the raised skin on his throat.

If he dials the number that man gave him years ago, it won't be his adoptive father who answers. The vocal inflections will sound the same, but the words will be more tense. The answers will be more clipped, and they will bring up impressions of cracked helmets, bruising gauntlets, and the phantom feeling of artificially created fear.

Jason won't call because he knows the outcome. He knows better, but that doesn't stop the unrelenting torrent of emotions that crash down on him.

Jason misses his dad.

[jadenoryuu]

Ooooooh, Shout, your mind!!! ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ

While I know most of these DC guys from PandaRed and reading it now to get the reference (Deathstroke and Klarion respectively), this seems interesting! 👀👀

(It's getting long under here, so a Read More is in order.)

Tony would really be so much annoyed: no tech could always be workshopped (I mean he managed to build a whole Mini Arc Reactor in a cave!), but decent music?? Magic (the thing that messed up Peter's life, both on Titan and with Dr. Strage)????? NO THANKS!

Although, I read once in a fic that Dr. Fate could make Deadman visible? So maybe Tony could discover this tidbit and stick around enough to get the spell done on him or get an amulet to turn it on/off at will, in exchange for fixing something for the Doctor... And while he does so, he hears that something is up with Klarion (because sometimes the Justice League Dark exchanges info among the members)? Maybe there's also something familiar that makes him immediately think: "That's Peter!!!" (while it's in fact Danny, but they're so painfully similar in shenanigans that they may as well be twins for things like this). And so after getting directions, he goes to check his son boy and finds Danny... And he goes "May as well adopt him too, after Harley, Peter and Morgan, what's one more kid?"

And the rest would be like you said, Danny and Tony get the CW's note that has written a time and meeting place (luckily written in Ghost Speak, because CW is a little shit that likes to make things interesting, but also needs things to be done, after all, so they make Klarion incapable of read the message).

Peter knows everything (not who's Danny exactly, but he knows that he has a partner somewhere else), but Deathstroke is, well, Deathstroke, so being half-rescued by Dick seems like something incredibly plausible. (≧∇≦)

And so, while Peter is "hanging out" with Nightwing in a safehouse to recover from the ordeal (and interrogate each other), the doorbell rings!

(Danny's not an animal, he does ring bells if CW says to go to a place! (≧∇≦))

Enter fussy IronDad, resigned-son-Danny, bewildered Dick and Peter.

I can see with my entire soul how Danny and Peter exchange a look and go "Clockwork?" "Clockwork." nodding to each other, while the other two are: ?(°Д°≡°Д°)?

After the Explanation™, prompted by yet another glowing green post-it (Tony totally laughs at Danny's done-face), and getting the seal of approval from Wonder Woman/Captain Marvel (because Chronos is one of CW incarnation or something), NIghtwing brings them to either the Batcave or the Watchtower to have a meeting, or something...

No, Batcave it is, because I need viscerally to see Tony bonding with Alfred and the kids and get deemed a better father than Bruce (statement said with various degrees of seriousness/mischief, depending on the kid and their will to mess with Bruce). (Plus, after losing Peter and getting Morgan, Tony has become a great father. I won't hear argument on this!)

Okay, I've got nothing more about this (for now)... (^～^;)ゞ(^～^;)ゞ

DP x DC x Marvel

This is an idea I had yesterday, but I didn't want it to be swept away from the Dannypocalypse, so let's gooooo!

The Lazarus Pits are just more than just leaked ectoplasm into the material world, they're unstable rifts that could potentially tear apart the whole Infinite Realms! (The Fenton Portal doesn't count because technology keeps it stable.)

While one or two could be somehow manageable, the League of Assassins found a way to recreate them and the new model was definitely more unstable than the old ones...

SO this clearly needed an intervention.

Luckily, Clockwork has two apprentices heroes that own them some favors...

This is how Danny Fenton/Phantom, Peter Parker/Spider-man and the ghost of one (1) Tony Stark (as an emotional support ghost) found themselves being loaned to the DC Universe to close every single one of these Pits.

(Danny became CW's unofficial apprentice after they helped him with TUE.)

(@stealingyourbones @ashoutinthedarkness @the-sprog if y'all are interested... >:3c)

(Spoilers from Spider-man: No Way Home under the cut.)

(Peter is the one from the MCU after No Way Home, but he gets his happy ending thanks to CW who fixed Strange's Spell and so MJ and Ned still remember him... in exchange for a future favor, AKA being transferred to the DCU to fix things.)

[ryder-writes]

Dad!Bakugo x GN!Reader fluff

A/n: Just some domestic fluff. This is completely gender neutral. It is not said whether your daughter is adopted or if you had her biologically.

CW: talk of having another kid

WC: 947

You had built an amazing family with Katsuki over the years. After 4 years of dating he had proposed (much to your relief and happiness), and you were married a year later. A year and a half after that, you now had a baby girl, Enya. He could not have been happier. Until you both decided to add another addition to the family. That conversation had taken place the night before, both of you agreeing that a now 5-year-old Enya needed a little sibling. 

Katsuki was walking home. He had asked to take patrols closer to the house so he could make sure that your family was safe. He reached the front door and got out his keys. He always enjoyed coming home. Once he stepped through that door, it was like all of his anxiety left his body. And, that’s exactly what happened.

"Daddy's home!" He yelled as he swung open the door. He crouched down and held his arms out as he saw his pride and joy, his daughter, running towards him. He now left his gauntlets at the agency, because one time, Enya had accidentally jumped head-first into one while trying to give him a hug. Poor Katsuki felt so bad.

"Daddy!" Enya yelled, jumping into his arms. 

"Hey, squirt!" He grinned. He hoisted her up and kissed her forehead. "You have a good day?"

"Yeah! We made cookies!" She giggled. He smiled as he walked into the living room, listening to her talk about her day. He made his way over to the couch and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. 

"Hey, baby. Missed ya." 

"Missed you too, Kats." You smiled. "How was your day?" Katsuki sighed;

"Better, now that I'm home." He set Enya down before bending down to her level. "You go wash your hands so you can help daddy with dinner, got it?" She nodded and ran off toward the bathroom. Once she was out of view, Katsuki walked to the front of the couch. He flopped down on top of you and nuzzled his head into your chest. You chuckled and led your hand to his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. He let out a content hum.

"Tired, baby?" You asked. He have a soft grunt in response. "You sure you wanna make dinner?" 

"Mhm. Can't have you fu-" He could feel the glare you shot him. "messing up my sauce."

"It's not your recipe- its your mom's." You countered. He grunted.

"Fine. I want you to relax." He removed his head from your chest and looked up at you. "You take care of Enya every day. You literally hold this house together. It's the least I could do." He kissed your forehead. You smiled sweetly. 

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" You chuckled. He stood up and shrugged.

"Exist." 

-Fast forward 30 minutes-

"Okay, now scrape the onions into the skillet." Katsuki explained. Enya followed his instructions, scraping the onions off of the cutting board and into the sauce. "Great job, squirt." He praised. "Now ya need to stir this for bit. I'm gonna get the pasta." Enya contained to stir the sauce as Katsuki strained the pasta. He then slowly poured the pasta into the skillet. The pot got placed to the side as the sauce was mixed into the pasta thanks to Enya. She smiled up at her dad.

"Is this good?" She asked.

"Perfect." Katsuki smiled. "Now," He un-tied Enya's apron and slipped it above her head, "you go wash up an-"

"On it dada!" She yelled as she ran to clean up and get you. Katsuki chuckled under his breath and started plating the food. He really couldn't have asked for a better life.

"So, baby, I was wondering: do you like being an only child?" You asked, both you and your husband curious as to what she thought about bringing someone new into the family. You had both decided that Enya's opinion was important in this decision. If she 100% did not want a sibling, she was not going to get one. Enya paused her eating and tapped her chin, deep in thought. 

"Well, I like playing with Daisy…" Daisy wagged her tail at the sound of her name from where she was laying on the floor, between Katsuki and Enya's chairs. Katsuki had insisted that you get a guard dog once you decided to get married. He wanted to make sure you were safe when he was away because of hero work. So you got Daisy, a sweet but attentive German Shepard. "But having a sibling could be nice! I could play with them when you and Dada are busy." She smiled at the thought and went back to eating her dinner. You and Katsuki exchanged knowing glances. It was decided.

Later that night, you were laying in bed reading when Katsuki walked in, having just put Enya to bed. You patted the spot next to you and he happily got under the covers with you. Not even a millisecond after you had put down your book, he pulled you into his chest. You chucked and wrapped your arms around him. He nuzzled his head into your hair and rubbed your back softly.

"I can't wait to add someone else to our family." He confessed.

"I know, Kat. I'm excited too." You smiled. "And, I'm sure Enya will be a great older sister." You looked up at him (causing a soft grunt to escape him because he was forced to leave your hair). "And, I know you'll be an even more amazing father, Katsuki." He smirked softly.

"Not as amazing as a parent as you, my love."

A/n pt.2: btw I just wanna say tysm for the love and support on my other fics and stuff; I really appreciate it <3

My reaction to seeing said support:

[monkie-kid-oc-showdown]

Yeva (@chuitu)

Chang'e 's adopted daughter, a former Queen of a Siberian monarchy

Has weird magical abilities that are vaguely similar to technology...

Basically she has telekinesis, barrier shields, uses giant mechanical gauntlets to move around (optional), can do finger guns like Makima (wow), can portal around, can eat anything that has "Chi" in it...

Though the downside is that she has all these powers that it kills her gradually, which is why she subconsciously almost anything she can get her sights on.

(Especially doors)

Well not that severe anymore thanks to the Celestial Realm chucking suppression shackles on her arms! (Though at the cost of her mobility and emotions)

Season 5-esque spoilers... She's actually an alien hybrid thanks to the "Divine intervention" that happened to her great great great 6x great grandfather long ago...

Julia (@ghostenluvs)

[He/Her]

she lives in megapolis with her dads and her two best friends.

they run an online news blog together but he's the main passion behind it.

they all run around the city interviewing people for news about the magic drama to give the people * knowledge *.

they once spent a week chasing macaque down and failing only to bet swk he couldn't catch the guy without using his powers by monday.

he's interviewed yin and jin in different costumes 8 times now and have not noticed.

their dads play dnd with her and have for years so she's got a great evil laugh and acting/improv yes anding skills.

his cat is named sally.

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Jane, Medical Technician

Part 2

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Without the useless procedures or petty vandalism, the Med Bay was actually kind of boring. Besides the occasional cold or sprained joint, nothing was really holding Doctor Jane Shaw’s interest. She did get to meet a few of the crew, and that was nice, but otherwise it was boring. She knew the mission had only been underway less than a week, but she’d been expecting a little more excitement. Like landing on an asteroid or dogfights with space pirates. Jane had been watching bad sci-fi movies since she was a little girl so her expectations were a little…unrealistic.

Jane was about to hit the mess hall when Doctor Huhuma came through the door, the 3 other simian like Indoprime in tow.

“Hey you guys, sorry, I’ll clear out of here right after I finish these papers.”

“No, Jane, stay and have lunch with us,” Huhuma said, “I already brought you a plate. It’s mostly fruit though, so I’m not sure how much you’ll enjoy it.”

“Well… alright, if you insist.” Jane had said polite greetings to the other Indoprimes when they’d come into the Med Bay previously, but she hadn’t really met them properly yet. In retrospect she hadn’t really met a lot of the crew yet, aside from that minor assault on Simms the Gally, and that wasn’t exactly putting her best foot forward.

Jane left her desk and came over to the exam table where the four aliens were enjoying their meal. Huhuma wore her lab coat as usual over the green medical uniform she always wore, which suited her in Jane’s opinion. Two of the others were in maintenance worker orange, and the fourth was in security personnel gray.

“Alright, you’ve met these guys before yeah? That’s Hayte there from Security, and these two are Marrin and Kub, they work maintenance with that other human who stole the service droid.”

“I told you, he didn’t steal it, it’s more like he… adopted it, the weirdo.” Kub laughed.

“Well is it cute?” Jane asked.

“Is what cute?”

“The droid.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

“Then yeah, that tracks. Humans are suckers for anything cute,” Jane said, eyes flicking to Huhuma.

“See, I told you to be nice,” Marrin said, jostling Kub with her shoulder.

“So are you guys like siblings or what’s the deal here?” Jane asked, sitting to the Doctor’s left. She picked up a spiky red ball fruit, hoped it was edible to humans, and tried peeling it.

“Not exactly. Most Indoprime live in tribes, so we’re closer to what you humans would call cousins. Same tribe, different tree.” Huhuma reached over and pierced the fruit Jane had with her nail. “Now try.”

Once the fruit’s skin had been torn it peeled easily, like an orange. It smelled sweet.

“Thanks.” Jane took a bite. It was sweet and dark, like black cherries on steroids. “Oh my god this is fantastic, what is this?”

“It’s a makla fruit from our home planet,” Marrin explained. “Your Vending Machines get them almost perfect, but the ones back home are still better.”

“Well you’re all troopers for making due I guess,” Jane teased. The table laughed, and she relaxed a little. The 5 of them chatted throughout their breaks, Jane and Huhuma telling them about Simms the Gally and his unofficial punishment. Hayte approved, saying that security chief Ducane would probably agree with it but that he wouldn’t spill the beans on them.

Hayte told them about the chief, ‘Ducane the Destroyer’, and how the security teams were shaping up into ‘special forces’ like the humans had on E24.

“The guy is a monster, nothing can stop him. I’ve seen him in the GRID, it’s like he grows twice his size! I’ve never seen anyone run the gauntlet like him before in my life!”

“Well you know if any of you actually do get hurt in there, come see us immediately Hayte,” Huhuma said.

“Yeah, don’t bite it from just a simulation, we need you guys in case we run across pirates or something. I can’t use a blaster to save my life. Deadliest weapon I’ve ever held was a scalpel,” Jane said, popping another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“I thought all you deathworlders were trained soldiers?” Kub asked.

“Nah, not me. I got through the academy purely on brains. Can’t fight my way out of a paper bag but I can diagnose an ear infection at 20 yards.”

“Says the girl who tackled that Gally guy into next cycle,” said Huhuma, chuckling.

“Okay, fair enough. Maybe I got some fight in me somewhere,” Jane smiled at her. Then she noticed the rest of the Indoprime looking at her, Marrin smirking, the boys just with a blank stair on their faces. Jane covered her face with her drink as she took a long sip.

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Their respective breaks ended, and everyone returned to their stations. Huhuma went to her office to finish a paper she’d been working on, leaving Jane to take stock of the equipment in med bay. She went down the checklist on her work pad, counting off items as she went.

3 emergency med kits with body stabilizers, check.

6 dozen microscopic sutures, check.

4 short wave laser scalpels… not check, there were only 2 there.

Thats odd, where’d they go? Jane thought. She’d grabbed one just the other day to get that pipe out of Simms the Gally, and she was sure she’d set it back to recharge, but now it and a second were missing from their slots in the port.

Jane hit a button on her work pad.

“Computer, has anyone checked out equipment from the med bay storage?”

[Negative]

“Crap.”

Jane knocked on the doctor’s office door. It hissed open, and Doctor Huhuma looked up from her computer. Her tail flicked behind her.

“What is it Jane?”

“I was doing the inventory out there and it looks like two of the laser scalpels got misplaced or something.”

“Are you sure you put it back from the Gally incident?”

“100% sure, and it’s not just that one, two are missing from the kits. If someone came in here and took them, those can be used as knives or weapons or…”

Jane’s imagination was overclocking at an alarming rate. Suddenly she was in the midst of a mutiny and pirates were taking over the ship, or someone used a scalpel to cut a hole in the ship and let all the oxygen rush out, or…

Jane took a deep breathe.

“Jane, calm down. I’m sure it’s just a clerical error, but what do you say we send a report to the captain and the security chief, okay?” Huhuma came out from behind her desk and put a hand on Jane’s shoulder. “You okay in there?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just… this is my first posting out of the academy, and I really wanted it to go well. I’m really glad now that you got the division head job, because I don’t think I could handle the pressure if I get done in from just inventory being off.” Jane chuckled weakly.

“Everything is going to be fine. We’ll report the issue to the captain and Chief Ducane, they’ll sort it out. But maybe we’ll change the code to the medicine cabinet too, just to be safe,” Huhuma walked on light feet to the storage room and began typing commands into the pad on the door. It tripped and beeped and glowed green, accepting the changes. “There, all done. And I’ll report that to the captain as well. Just be ready to assist the nurses with this if they need anything from in there, alright?”

She’s so nice, Jane thought. So in control of her shit. Kind of jealous actually.

“Thanks Doctor,” Jane said.

“Please, you can just call me Huhuma if we’re not in surgery,” she said laughing softly.

“Thanks, Huhuma.” Jane felt a blush coming on again, so she quickly turned and got back to her duties. The good doctor went back to her office, most likely to inform the captain of their inventory issue. All was quiet in med bay for the rest of the shift.

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As much as she enjoyed having a meal with the Indoprime troupe on the ship, Jane chose to have a quiet dinner by herself in the mess hall that evening. She hit the vending machine, got a nice pasta dinner with a savory red sauce, and sat down at a corner table to read a medical journal on her work pad while she ate.

She’d just opened what she’d hoped to be an interesting article about new lumbar puncture procedures for different species when some ruckus caught her attention. Someone in a yellow communication division uniform apparently hadn’t chewed their food all the way, and seemed to be choking.

“Someone call med bay!”

Fuck, Jane thought.

She was once again on the move with no real conscious thought about it. A crowd had formed around the victim, blocking Jane from her newest patient.

“Move, move, I’m a doctor, please can you GET THE HELL OUT OF MY DAMN WAY!?” She hollered, progressively louder as she elbowed and shoved her way through the throng of people. Hearing her shout, the crowd parted and gave her the space she needed. Jane got to the man, prone of the floor, and rolled him over. He was a Scrib, a bipedal humanoid, bald, pale pink skin now turning blue. Thankfully Jane was very familiar with their anatomy.

“He’s not choking, this is anaphylactic shock, probably something he ate.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“His airway is closed, he can’t breath. His anatomy is basically the same as a human’s though, so I can probably fix it with…”

The Scrib’s eyes were glazing over by now and they slowly closed. His lips were a fair shade of blue.

“Fuck it, no choice,” Jane grabbed for the nearest table, slapping a tray of food to the floor. Thankfully the steak knife she’d spotted before was within reach. “First one of you to cry about this doesn’t get any good drugs for the rest of the mission,” she called out while slicing the man’s trachea open.

“Straw, pen, ANYTHING AT ALL?!” She shouted at the onlookers. They scrambled around frantically, coming up with the odd bendy straw from god knows where. Jane slowly inserted the straw into the incision, listening for any wheezing or airway problems, back burner-ing the thought about how many possible infections she’d have to treat because of this mess.

“She’s killing him!” Someone cried.

“Shut up!” Jane shouted back. “Somebody had better already be getting the nurses in here!”

Jane straddled his prone figure, balling one fist up and putting her other hand on top, placing them on the Scrib’s chest.

“Starting compressions SOMEBODY COUNT!”

Nobody started counting.

Damnit. Old school it is.

“Uh uh uh uh, staying alive, staying alive,” Jane sang, compressing in time to the beat. The aliens around her were panicked, incoherent, and generally distracting.

“You’ll crush his sternum if you keep that up!”

“The Human is trying to kill him!”

Jane barely heard them.

“Broken ribs can heal, but we can’t treat a dead patient! Stop distracting me and shut up already!” Jane kept up the compressions. “Uh uh uh uh, staying alive, staying alive…”

Doctor Huhuma and the nurses crashed through the doors to the mess hall, gurney in tow, right as the Scrib man opened his eyes. He flailed weakly a bit before Jane calmed him down.

“You’re okay, you’ll be okay, but don’t try to breath through your mouth right now. Listen, listen to me, I had to open a small hole in your throat so you could get air in, so just stay calm. These guys are gonna get you to med bay and get you all fixed up, okay?”

The Scrib looked dazed and confused, but nodded anyway. He slowly touched the straw sticking out of his throat and looked Jane in the eye. Jane put a hand on his shoulder and he clutched it in his own.

“You’re going to be okay.” Jane said it slowly and deliberately, squeezing his hand, willing the idea into existence. Huhuma and the nurses came over and loaded him onto the gurney. He seemed distressed at the idea of separating from Jane but once she assured him she was coming along he relaxed. Or relaxed as much as he could with a hole in his throat.

At least the aliens in the mess hall had stopped screaming.

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“That was a brave thing you did today, Doctor Shaw.”

Captain Skitch had arrived in the med bay not long after the Scrib man had finished surgery. Jane had gotten to close up the incision herself after they’d administered epinephrine and he’d gotten his air way open again.

The insectoid captain had never heard of anaphylactic shock before, so when they explained it, he was stunned.

“It was nothing Captain. Scrib biology is basically just smaller human anatomy, so the two are close enough that I could wing it without a problem.”

“Absolutely not, that man would have died if not for you,” Huhuma interrupted. “I never would have thought of that. Leave it to humans to figure out that more damage would be the fix.” She laughed that hearty laugh again from deep in her chest. Jane enjoyed it.

“I’m putting you in for a commendation, Doctor Shaw. Doing your job or not, that was nothing short of miraculous. And I’m sure Ensign Mirn would agree with that.” The captain gestured to the Scrib, Mirn, now peacefully asleep on a recovery lounge.

The captain left, but not before hearing about the two missing lasers, saying he’d look into it further.

Jane dropped into a chair. She realized she’d never actually gotten to eat anything for dinner, and was starving, but the last thing she wanted to do now was eat.

Huhuma dragged a chair over to her and sat down beside her.

“Busy day, huh?”

The sheer simplicity of the question made Jane burst into laughter, so much so that her sides ached and there was more than one tear in her eyes. Huhuma joined her, and together they filled the med bay with stupid, laughing relief.

“You know,” Jane started as the giggle fits died down, “I was actually bored this morning. Like bored bored, like I was daydreaming about hostile takeovers of the ship bored.”

“I know, you were looking at the same file on the computer for 20 minutes without blinking.”

“Shut up, I was not.” Jane laughed again.

“Anyway, that was this morning. After all that with ensign Mirn, I think it’s good. Being bored I mean. Like, we’re the doctors, if we’re busy it’s probably not a good thing, right?”

“You’re not wrong there. Just remember, the ship hasn’t even been out a week yet. There’s still plenty of time for things to get… interesting.” Huhuma bumped her shoulder into hers, smiling. Jane could feel another blush coming on.

What is with me lately? She thought. A cute monkey lady smiles at me and suddenly I’m a teenager all over again!

“Well anyway,” Jane said, getting up before her face got redder, “it’s getting late, and now I’m too exhausted to eat, so I’m just going to go sleep until the end of time.”

“You’ll be here on time or I’ll come get you.”

Damn, not getting out of here without blushing.

“You got it, boss. Good night.”

“Good night, Jane.”

Jane rushed down the halls to her quarters. This job was going to be anything but boring it seemed.

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

✧₊⁺ Gentle ✧₊⁺

Pairing: None

Arthur's Note: All the chatter about Primarchs and Astartes with babies got to me. Raserei was a father before he got locked in stasis and purged from the records. Before his home world and kingdom were destroyed. Father was the only title he held that he held deeply and cared about the most.

Summary: Some unassigned Primaris marines find an abandoned baby and look to the primarch leading them for help.

Warnings: General Grimdarkness. Proofread? Never heard of her

Tagging those who I saw all over my dash about this: @beckyninja @jaghatai-khock @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond

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The cry was shrill and like a desperate wail. The astartes quickly halted their move through the rubble and began to search for the small survivor who was desperately trying to make sure it was heard.

And thre under some rubble safe in it's mother's lasting embrace was a small babe, screaming for a mother who could no longer care for it as she gave herself to save them. There was a quiet, "oh no" from the Primaris who found the babe.

"Over here and don't be too loud." he said calmly.

His brothers made their way over and saw the answer for why they needed to be mindful of their voices. They didn't need to know anything about babies to understand that smaller often meant weaker. There was no telling what their booming voices could do to something so tiny. Throne it was so small.

"What...do we do? Emperor's mercy?" one asked.

The one who found the babe glared at his brother through his helm, "Are you insane, brother? Did you not hear what our lord with us did to a Black Templar for doing that? Rather fight Daemon Lords."

"Right, but how do we move it and stop it from crying? It's so tiny. Throne it can fit in my whole hand!" another said.

The founder of the babe sighed, "Do any of us here know how to pick up a child?"

They all looked around at each other bewildered, they knew many things when it came to violence and warfare, but how to pick a small baby up and not crush it? Well, it seemed the Codex Astartes didn't cover everything.

"How hard can it be? Just got to be gentle right?" the one who originally asked if they should end the babe's suffering figured.

"Longarson you are an idiot. How gentle, look at it! Throne what if crush it on accident, that would be worse."

"Can't be worse than screaming to death like it is now."

The three fell silent once again, before the finder spoke, "Emperor preserve us we are astartes! We got this, just need to bend down and do it. Easy."

"You got this Ulric." Longarson encouraged.

Ulric slowly knelt down and with care moved the mother's body away, the whole time uttering how small the baby was, and nothing should be this small. Why were human babies so small?! And over and over reminding himself to be gentle, and it wasn't going to be that hard.

The moment his cold gauntlet touched the babe, it wailed harder causing UIric to recoil and straighten up like he'd seen a ruinous god.

"Shit, I think I hurt it!"

"You barely touched it! If that hurt how do we move it?" the third asked now worried.

Before they could continue a massive gauntleted hand was on Ulric's shoulder, and the unmistakable aura of a primarch was upon them.

"Watch out, I got it." Raserei said calmly, allowing his adopted sons to move so he could kneel down.

The primarch smiled sadly at the babe, "Hey little one, I know you're scared and looking for momma," with ease and care he scooped the babe up and cradled it close, "I'm sorry momma can't be here, and my armor is so cold too." he spoke so softly to the little one.

How he made it look so easy, so natural. Was this the power all primarchs had? The babe was even slowly calming back down, being lulled by the cadence of Raserei's speaking and tone.

"Come we need to get back to our safe zone and the other survivors, maybe a woman there can help feed this one. They are tired and hungry." Raserei said, his gaze not leaving the babe in his arms.

It had been too long since he cradled a child. He missed it dearly. Holding his own children, cradling his nieces and nephews.

"We cannot feed them, My Lord?" Lonarson asked with clear confusion.

Raserei began to walk, snorting and holding in the bellowing laugh he wanted to let out, "Do you they really teach you Astartes nothing but war?" before they could answer he continued, "No, we do not have the means to in many ways. But in regards to which I speak now, none of us here have the...parts. Unless there is something they do to you I am not aware of."

His adopted sons looked at each other lost, and Raserei sighed, "I will explain back at the safe zone."

The Astartes keep looking at the babe as they move, still going on about how small they were and how easy Raserei made it look. Lamenting they couldn't hold the baby, and how holding one would make them look bigger, stronger even. Also would look good for the civilians.

"Lord, when we get back...can you show us?" Ulric asked.

Raserei had an idea of what he meant, it was such an innocent question to come from such a hulking figure. It pained him, but also brought him joy.

"I can, but the little one might want to sleep, and we do not want to overdo it with them, yes?" Raserei explained.

"They will need a place to rest then. They can stay with me." the third Astartes chimed in.

"Thorne it is. I will rest with me. I shall hold it with great care and guard it." Ulric snapped.

"Brother you couldn't even pick it up earlier." Longarson pointed out

"But I'm going to learn." he pointed out.

Longnar snorted, "Assuming after I learn I let either of you two hold them."

Raserei rolled his eyes under his helm and looked back down at the babe, "What are we going to do with them? Hm? Never thought I would be teaching grown men these things...guess I'm a father again after all."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Charybdis Reader

Adam has just defeated Zeus and he stands panting but alive. The first to notice something off is Brunhilde. Adam has far fewer injuries than he should actually have, almost as though someone took them upon themselves for him. Then the gauntlets crack. Charybdis appears, completely free from the curse that Zeus forced her to bear and is smiling wider than anyone would think possible for a child dying. “Thank you Papa, I don’t feel hungry anymore.” Her final words said she passes on

The reactions of the crowd, Adam, and especially the Valkyries who didn’t even know Volundr could be used like that

Especially the reactions of the gods when they learn just who that child was (Shive, Odin, Thor, and all the others but definitely the Greeks)

This is going to start off like the original one when Charybdis is partnered with Adam (because I’m kind of lazy).

-When the valkyries first found you, a small child just asking for some food, they instantly melted and took you in, assuring Scylla, who brought you to them, that they would keep you safe.

-Brunnhilde and Randgriz were furious to find out who you two were. They all knew of your ‘crime’ which they couldn’t even call a crime at this point, as you were just a child, desperate for food, and for your theft, you were cast into the ocean, trapped by Zeus.

-Scylla was the one who helped rescue you, after she took pity on you, seeing you as the thing you were, a child, trapped in the same strait she roamed after the jealous Circe transformed her into the beast she was today.

-You didn’t see her as a beast, you saw her as a friend, and the maiden who saved you, taking you to safety as she couldn’t bear to see a child in such a state.

-You had been adopted by the valkyries, becoming their youngest sister, the one they all doted on, treated you with such love and kindness and you never had to go hungry again, always making sure you had been fed.

-Your voracious appetite, which stemmed from not getting much food growing up, as your parents had both abandoned you in the sea, leaving you to perish or survive on your own, had calmed once you started to get food on a regular basis.

-You were a shy child, afraid of the gods, as they had done nothing but treat you so cruelly, never going anywhere without one of your big sisters by your side, and even then you hid behind their legs if someone approached, be it human or god.

-Hercules was distraught when he saw you with Thrud, giving you a bright smile and saying hello, as kids normally loved him, and you immediately burst into tears, apologizing loudly as you cried.

-The two tried to calm you down as you cried, Hercules confused as he had never met you before, and he froze, learning your name from Thrud, seeing that the one who had stolen his cattle during his labors, was a child, desperate for food.

-He had not known that you had been a child, the guilt eating away at him as his heart broke, as he knew that Zeus trapped you at the bottom of the sea where you had to create a whirlpool, just to try to get some food.

-He put his large hand on your head, ruffling your hair gently before he smiled softly, “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I forgive you.” You sniffled, shocked that he forgave you, and he quickly became your big brother shortly afterwards, as he wanted to make amends with you.

-The valkyries were not bothered by you bonding with Hercules, happy to see that you two were getting along, seeing that you were growing in confidence.

-When Ragnarok was announced, Brunnhilde gathered the valkyries, telling them all that they were going to help humanity by forming bonds with the human champions, to create a Holy Weapon, one that can kill the gods.

-Brunnhilde kneeled before you, after teaching you Völundr as well, and spoke, “Y/N, I will not force a child to fight, but I will ask if you want to fight against the gods.”

-The other valkyries expressed their concern over you fighting, you were strong, but you were still only a child, but you were being given the choice to fight against the gods who threw you away so cruelly so long ago.

-You swallowed, a little afraid before you asked, “Which god would I be fighting?” her smile surprised you, but also confused you just for a moment, before she answered, “Who else, the one who punished a child desperate for food, Zeus.”

-Your jaw and the jaws of the other valkyries dropped, hearing that she wanted you to fight against Zeus, to fight alongside the human warrior that she would choose to fight Zeus.

-You swallowed, a bit afraid, before you gave a tiny nod, not wanting revenge, but wanting to stop the cruel gods from hurting anyone else.

-When Adam met you, he was surprised to see a young child peeking out from behind Brunnhilde, and he instantly kneeled, smiling gently at you, “Hello little one, are you my partner?”

-You gave him a shy nod, taking his offered hand, holding onto it as he looked up at Brunnhilde who bowed her head to him, “This little one is older than she looks, just like the other valkyries. I am entrusting Charybdis to you, Adam.”

-He nodded, smiling down at you before he kneeled again, swearing that he was going to keep you safe before he opened his arms, hugging you to him and you fused with him.

-Adam walked out with a pair of matching apple red gauntlets, munching on an apple as he was introduced.

-The fight was, for the most part, one sided, Adam easily handling Zeus, punching him hard across the field with ease.

-Zeus then transformed again, morphing into his Adamas form, Adam froze, seeing memories flashing across his mind, memories that were not his own.

-Adam had to focus on dodging blows, landing his own, seeing the memories of a child, being abandoned by her parents, a child who stole a cow because she was so desperate for food and then was cast down to the bottom of the sea, forced to form a whirlpool, just to get some food.

-Adam clenched his teeth together, speaking to you, “Are these your memories?” he saw you floating beside him, hugging him around his neck, like you were scared, nodding into his shoulder.

-He punched Zeus across the field again, showing his strength as Adam put his anger into it as you faded, “Who did this to you?” your memories flashed across his mind, showing him that the one who punished you, a mere child, for trying to eat and trapping you at the bottom of the sea, was none other than Zeus.

-An almost evil aura surrounded Adam, his heart rate increasing as all he could see was red.

-As a father himself, he couldn’t even begin to imagine hurting one of his children like this, he couldn’t understand how anyone could hurt a child like this!!

-He felt you hug him again and you spoke, “Put the gauntlets together to fuse them!” he listened to you, putting his arms together and the gauntlets started to glow brightly, reforming into a different form, a re-Völundr.

-Only one of his arms was heavier as the new weapon was revealed, what looked to be a reverse drill, to describe it simply, with razors at the bottom.

-He squeezed, turning on the weapon and it began to suck in air, creating a vacuum, the razors turning like a chainsaw.

-Many gawked at the gruesome weapon, even Brunnhilde who then calmed, remembering that this is what you looked like when you were trapped at the bottom of the sea.

-Zeus was met with another harsh punch with Adam’s free hand before he tried to grab Zeus with the new weapon, to finish the job, but only managed to grab his left arm, tearing it to shreds.

-The gods were gawking, seeing the strongest of the gods being torn to shreds by a human with such a violent weapon, but it quickly sobered them up, seeing that the humans were going to fight and that they weren’t going to give up.

-When Zeus lost and was beginning to fade away, you and Adam split, and Adam kneeled next to you, hugging you as Zeus looked at you in confusion, “Who is that? That’s not a valkyrie.”

-Adam put a hand on your head, soothing you, “You probably won’t recognize her, but this is Charybdis.”

-Zeus’ eyes went wide, seeing that the one he punished so long ago or stealing a cow during Hercules’ labor, was only a child, a young child, a hungry, abandoned by her parents child.

-Adam panted softly as Zeus slowly faded away, having beaten the strongest in Valhalla, much to the shock of everyone in attendance.

-The arena was so silent, as the shock was so great nobody could utter a sound louder than breathing, eyes wide, unable to look away from what they had just witnessed.

-As Zeus faded, so did the gauntlets, breaking into pieces, much to the shock of others. Brunnhilde gasped sharply, not even realizing it until that moment, that Adam was not as injured as he should have been.

-She saw the gauntlets chipping away, slowly fading as she and the other Valkyries realized what you had done, you used your body- the gauntlets, to take the more severe damage, protecting Adam.

-They had no idea that Volundr could be used like that, not even Buddha, who was watching with wide eyes, a feeling of dread building up inside of him as he realized that this technique was causing the death of child.

-Zeus vanished first and everyone was stunned when the gauntlets on Adam’s hands started to glow brightly and the shock grew when a child appeared before him, slowly fading away as well.

-Adam was quick to realize what you had done, taking the damage to keep him safe, but it was your smile, warm and bright, like you were truly happy, that stunned him, making his throat tighten, feeling tears welling in his eyes.

-You cupped his cheeks as the crowds were quickly alight with shouting, seeing a child, and many learned who you were, Poseidon’s daughter and the fearsome beast that Zeus trapped at the bottom of the ocean as punishment for stealing a cow.

-Hades had wide eyes, turning on his brother, “What is the meaning of this Poseidon? Why is your child fighting?!” Poseidon was just as stunned, he had honestly forgotten about you, after he deemed you weak, and after learning of your punishment, he believed you deserved it. To see you so strong and yet still so young now made his heart break- he felt anguish that he had abandoned you.

-The other Greek gods weren’t much better, Hercules was fuming, glaring harshly that you had sacrificed yourself, as he knew your desire to protect others, and he knew there was nothing that could be done as he held Goll who was sobbing in his arms while Brunnhilde was on her knees, her face buried in her hands as well.

-Ares didn’t care- tears in his eyes as he shouted at Poseidon, demanding to know why your father didn’t protect you. Hermes himself was furious, trying in vain to hold Ares back, equally as mad while Aphrodite had actually stood in rage, watching you disappearing slowly, furious that Poseidon had treated you so cruelly.

-Shiva was stunned stiff, he couldn’t even react, seeing that Adam’s partner was a child, Poseidon’s child, and how cruelly him and Zeus had treated you- you were just a little girl desperate for food after being abandoned! He didn’t even know he was silently crying, tears streaming down his cheeks, not hearing the sobs of his wives who couldn’t begin to even think about treating one of their kids so cruelly.

-Odin was furious, silently staring, he was a harsh person, but to children, Odin was very gentle, and to hear of another father treating their child so cruelly, he felt sick.

-Loki was nearby, strangely silent as he was biting his bottom lip, trying to hide that he was crying himself, at least halting his sobs, but not his tears.

-You cupped Adam’s cheeks gently as he wept quickly, trying not to sob, just letting the tears flow, your smile was gentle as you spoke, “I’m okay Papa, it doesn’t hurt- and I’m not hungry anymore!”

-Your words made throats clench as he cupped your cheeks in return, smooshing your cheeks gently, making you squeak which made him smile gently, not wanting you to go but there was nothing he could do to change it. The least he could do was send you off with a smile.

-He swallowed hard, as his throat felt tight, like he couldn’t even talk before he inhaled deeply, “I’m proud of you- so proud of you.”

-Your eyes lit up, happy tears coming to your own eyes, “Really?” he chuckled softly at your elation, giving you a small nod, “I am- I couldn’t be any prouder to have a daughter like you.”

-You smiled brightly, your tears finally falling as you closed your eyes, “Bye Papa- I love you!” he embraced you, feeling you crumbling away until his arms were soon wrapped around nothing.

-Adam didn’t blame Brunnhilde, as you chose to fight, and you were able to get your own revenge, at the cost of your life and keeping him safe, and others didn’t blame the Valkyrie, as this could have been prevented if Zeus, and especially Poseidon, hadn’t been so cruel.

-Your loss lit a fire under humanity, the other warriors furious, wanting to fight and survive for you, so your sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Many gods started to argue, wanting to call of the tournament and punish those who had done such terrible things, like Poseidon.

-Hercules immediately defected to humanity, declaring his intention to fight for humanity, as did Buddha, who was planning on surprising everyone later, but decided to do it now, to make more gods side with humanity in the hopes of halting everything.

-Hercules and Adam both comforted Brunnhilde, who could do nothing to halt her tears, she knew this was a risk, but she was in anguish that you chose to protect Adam and give your life for him.

-A child should never have to make a decision like that.

-It was with their support and encouragement that Brunnhilde stood strong once again, the tournament now halted as the gods were furious and wanting to call everything off as Odin called an emergency meeting with him, Shiva, and Hades to discuss the future of Ragnarok.

[honoriotsusuki]

||𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬|| FEM!READER

WARNINGS:N/A

🥮Wriothesely is ridiculously sweet, like a teasing sweet.

🥮depending on your job PDA will vary.

🥮If you're around the fortress all the time you at most give eachother pecks on the cheek in public

🥮Id your job keeps you away from the fortress you are going to be alot more lovey dovey since you want to embrace every second you have together.

🥮Of course Sigewinne is the adopted daughter, is that even a question at this point?

🥮You are gonna have to tend to alot of wounds.

🥮If you're a fighter as well then you two spar eachother alot, obviously you take precautions so neither gets hurt.

🥮I imagine Wriothesley would put on the record player occasionally and you two just dance around the room

🥮Honestly I get such "ain't no mountain high enough" vibes from him, like you cannot tell me this man would twirl you around the room while dancing to that.

🥮Teasing, like this man's love language is just teasing the ever loving shit out of you

🥮I can picture him letting you make tiny braids in his hair that fall near the back, like if you're bored he just let's you go at his hair.

🥮laughing with him as he takes stickers off his gauntlets that you helped Sigewinne put on

@𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈