#she was probably raised si well by her father

[animesmolbean]

Words Hold Power

An "The Umbrella Academy" fanfiction

Five x Reader

(Female)

Author's Note: Still no spoilers for S4, please. I'm halfway through my third watch of S1 - S3, which I started before S4 was released.

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 2: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals (A Funeral and Some Trouble)

The siblings couldn't believe their eyes. Their other sibling had woken up from her coma. She was alive.

Klaus was the first to react, hopping off the table and embracing the girl. “Oh (Your Name)! My precious sister! You're back from the dead!”

(Your Name) chuckled softly behind her face mask and hugged her brother back. She pulled away and signed, “I'm happy to see you too.”

Allison was next, hugging her sister. “Hello, honey. I'm so relieved.” She whispered. (Your Name) hummed happily. “Did you just wake up?” She asked the girl, noticing her pajamas. The girl nodded her head.

Vanya came over shyly. “Hi, (Your Name).” She whispered.

(Your Name) hummed softly but happily and the two sisters hugged gently. “I'm happy you're alive.” She told (Your Name). The masked girl hummed happily again before they pulled away.

“Hello, sis.”

(Your Name) turned to see Diego, giving her a gentle smile. She nodded her head to the man. While she and Diego didn't always agree and weren't the closest, they didn't outright hate each other.

Luther came over after, looking down at the girl. “I'm glad you're awake.” He simply said. He was still shocked over this. Having been here the longest and having reached on her several times, never seeing her move an inch. But, (Your Name) knew he was relieved and she nodded at him again, patting his arm.

But, when she turned her head towards the kitchen table, she felt her heart beat faster. There, she saw Five, face showing slight shock but his eyes showed relief. She slowly walked up to him, like she was on autopilot.

Five couldn't believe what he was seeing. (Your Name). The one he was the closest to, standing before him, after just being told she was in a coma. Just when he thought she wasn't alive.

“(Your Name).”

Hearing her name come out of his mouth, (Your Name) sniffled behind her mask and jogged a bit towards the boy; immediately wrapping her arms around him. Five hugged back, clinging onto her. The two embraced for some time, afraid of letting each other go.

They eventually pull away but they can't take their eyes off each other. (Your Name) was still in disbelief that she reached her hands out again and started poking Five's face and playing with his slightly messy hair.

Five gently batted her hands away. “I'm real. I'm right here.” He told her.

(Your Name) raised her hands up a little, backing up a little. That's when she noticed the newspaper. She walked over and picked it up. Her eyes widened at the headline stating that her father was dead.

“This must be very shocking for you.” Allison said to the masked girl. The girl nodded her head before placing the newspaper back on the table. She had no idea how to feel about this. Five, on the other hand,

“Like I said, nice to see nothing's changed.” Five turned and started to leave the kitchen.

“Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?” Allison asked.

“What else is there to say? The circle of life.” Five said dismissively.

“Well… that was interesting.” Luther said.

Everyone agreed.

Allison spoke again, “(Your Name). Do you want to change your clothes?”

The girl looked at her pajamas and nodded her head.

“Okay. I'll take you upstairs.” Allison offered.

“Come on, Allison. She's not a baby. She can take care of herself.” Diego stated.

“Oh, but Diego, she's been out cold for seventeen years. She probably can't function correctly after not moving for that long.” Klaus whined, defending Allison and (Your Name).

“She's seventeen, not seven.” Diego snapped.

Allison sighed, rolling her eyes. “Come on.” She took (Your Name) upstairs. “You remember where the bathroom is?” She asked. (Your Name) nodded. “Great. You can get cleaned up if you can do it by yourself. We'll wait for you.”

“Thank you.” (Your Name) signed. “You're welcome.” Allison said. “I'm so happy to have my sister back, alive and well.” She added with a smile before she left to go back downstairs.

(Your Name) watched her leave, feeling a comfortable warmth all over her body at Allison's kind words. She went over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She heard Five curse in one of the other rooms but thought nothing of it.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't change a bit. She looked like what she did when she was seventeen. But her hair had grown significantly longer; it was almost to her knees. She rummaged around and found a brush and a pair of hair scissors. She brushed it out slowly, getting stuck on a few knots. Once it was smooth, she immediately started cutting the strands of hair. She started by bluntly cutting about ¾ of it off. Now the length was just underneath her breasts. She started to cut it more strategically. She did it in sections and after around ten minutes, her hair was now just above her breasts and in layers. (You can do whatever style you want, whether shorter or longer.)

She turned on the shower and closed the door. She removed her clothes and mask and stepped into the shower, sighing as the warm water hit her skin. She showered until she felt clean, which took her some time, then stepped out, dripping wet. She grabbed the towel and started to dry herself off. She then wrapped the towel around herself and headed to her room to find some clothes.

However, when she got to the door, she saw a glimpse of Five in there and backed away with a soft gasp. Five must've heard her because he spoke up,

“(Your Name). Sorry about this, but I heard you in the shower and decided to pick out your clothes. It's the uniform only, unfortunately.”

The girl peeked inside her room, only showing Five her eyes and up. She reached her hands out and signed, “Thank you.”

Five hummed, giving her a nod. “I'll let you change.” He left her room. (Your Name) watched him leave, noticing his cheeks were a faint shade of pink.

‘Is it because I caught him in my room? Or because he saw me in only a towel? Or both, maybe?’

The girl shrugged, not thinking too much about it, and closed the door once she was inside her room. She slipped on the oh-too-familiar uniform. She looked at herself in her full-body mirror and sighed, not liking how the skirt looked. She then noticed a pair of pants on the bed and decided to switch the skirt out for them. Luckily, the pants fit and checked herself again. She hummed in approval and left the room.

(Your Name) headed downstairs and decided to go to the foyer. She saw Vanya heading over there too, so she walked with her. “You look good.” She spoke quietly. (Your Name) hummed in thanks.

They get to the foyer and see Five standing in there, in front of the fireplace and the portrait of him over the wall. She shyly walked to him, looking at the portrait too.

“Nice to know Dad didn't forget about me.” He said. He turned to see Vanya and (Your Name) standing next to each other. “Read your book, by the way.” He added, addressing Vanya. “Found it in a library that was still standing.”

‘Still standing. What does that mean? And Vanya wrote a book?’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

Five continued as he walked, looking around. “I thought it was pretty good, all things considered. Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. Sure that went over well.”

‘Did Vanya write about us? Was it positive? Negative? In between? I need to read it myself.’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

“They hate me.” Vanya simply said.

‘I don't hate you.’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

“Oh, there are worse things that can happen.” Five told Vanya.

“You mean like what happened to Ben?” Vanya asked.

This made (Your Name)’s eyes widen. ‘Wait. Where is Ben?!’ Then it hit her. ‘Don't tell me he's …’

Five asked quietly, “Was it bad?”

Vanya only nodded.

(Your Name) felt her heart drop. ‘Oh my God.’

☂

It was pouring out, thunder rumbling as the siblings all walked out to the courtyard for the funeral. Luther led the way, holding the urn that held their late father's ashes. Almost everyone opened up their black umbrellas, minus Klaus who had a clear umbrella with hot pink trim; basically a little kid umbrella. (Your Name) shared an umbrella with Five.

Luther separated from the other siblings, standing a little ways away while the others made a half circle.

“Did something happen?” Their mother, Grace, asked. Everyone looked at their mother. Allison was the one to respond, “Dad died. Remember?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” She replied, sounding solemn. “Is Mom okay?” Allison asked in concern. “Yeah, yeah, she's fine.” Diego replied.

Klaus pulled out a cigarette and (Your Name) let out a sigh behind her mask.

“She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego continued.

Pogo arrived with his own black umbrella. “Whenever you're ready, dear boy.” He addressed Luther.

Luther opened the urn and turned it sideways to dump the ashes. However, the ashes just fell onto the ground, making things very awkward.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” Luther pointed out.

(Your Name) secretly agreed with that statement.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” Pogo asked.

No one volunteered. They just looked around, blank faces. (Your Name) would've stepped up if she wasn't afraid to speak in general.

“Very well.” Pogo started his speech, “In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master… and my friends and I shall miss him very much.”

(Your Name) could tell Pogo was trying to keep it together. She felt a frown form on her face. She knew Pogo and her late father were close, and she wished she could go over and hug the monkey.

“He leaves behind a complicated legacy-”

“He was a monster.” Diego interrupted.

Klaus laughed quietly and (Your Name) looked to Klaus with a blank stare that immediately shut him up. She moved her stare to Diego. Even though Diego had a point, it was still rude to interrupt Pogo like that.

“He was a bad person and a worse father.” Diego continued. “The world's better off without him.”

“Diego.” Allison scolded.

“My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it.” Diego said.

(Your Name) looked at Five and she could tell that comment kind of affected him. He masked it well but she could read him like a book.

“Would anyone like something to eat?” Their mom spoke up. “No, it's okay, Mom.” Vanya replied. “Oh, okay.”

“Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.” Diego said.

“You should stop talking now.” Luther spoke up.

Diego turned to look at Luther. “You know, you of all people should be on my side, Number One.” He taunted.

“I am warning you.” Luther spoke threateningly.

“After everything he did to you?”

Things were slowly reaching a boiling point.

“He had to ship you a million miles away.”

“Diego, stop talking.” Luther growled out his sentence.

But Diego kept going. “That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!” He exclaimed, poking his finger on Luther's chest.

With that comment, Luther roughly pushed Diego's hand away and started to throw punches at the other male. Now the two of them were in a full on fist fight. Allison rolled her eyes while Vanya gently ushered their mom back.

“Boy, stop this at once!” Pogo ordered.

Vanya yelled at them to stop. Klaus encouraged the fighting. The two boys kept fighting. Pogo sighed before scoffing and leaving. (Your Name) didn't know what to do; she just watched with wide eyes.

“We don't have time for this.” Five muttered in disinterest as he left. (Your Name) wanted to follow him but stayed back, standing with Klaus.

The fight hit a low point when Luther went to punch Diego, but the latter dodged, causing Luther's fist to collide with Ben's memorial statue. It fell over and when it hit the ground, the head came clean off.

Klaus audibly cringed and (Your Name) flinched.

“And there goes Ben's statue.” Allison said, quietly fuming before she turned around, leaving.

Suddenly, Diego pulled out a knife.

“Diego, no!” Vanya yelled.

(Your Name) knew then, this has gone too far. She pulled down her mask as Diego went to throw the knife.

“Stop!”

Just as she used her power, the knife was thrown. But when he went to grab another, he froze when her power hit him, making him freeze. The blade scratched Luther's arm, revealing a lot of hair. Luther quickly covered it with his hand and walked away quickly, panting and gasping hard.

Everyone else was in shock. They all looked at (Your Name), who was breathing a bit heavily. She saw their eyes on her, and she quickly pulled her mask up and ran inside.

She ran past Allison and Five as she headed to her room. “(Your Name)! What's wrong?!” Allison called out to her in worry. (Your Name) couldn't hear her. She got to her room and shut the door. She sat on her bed, moving her head as she looked down at the floor, panting softly. She subconsciously felt her hand on to her wrist as she remembered a moment from her past.

〰️

17 YEARS AGO

“Nietzsche once said, “Man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman. A rope over an abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling, and halting.”

The seven super-powered children waited at the foot of long spiral stairs, dressed in matching green and white tracksuits. She had her signature mask on, but this one had a special invention hooked in it, allowing her to use her ability without removing her mask. Reginald said that sometimes it's needed in desperate situations or in the training they were doing today.

With the blow of a whistle from Vanya, the seven kids started running up the spiral staircase.

“As much as you strive for individual greatness, and strive you must, for it won't come to you of its own accord…”

The kids all ran as fast as they could. Luther was in the lead for some time until Diego managed to squeeze through and take the lead.

“You must also remember that there is no individual stronger than the collective.”

Out of nowhere, (Your Name) watched Five disappear and reappear ahead of Diego.

“That's not fair, Five's cheating!” Diego yelled.

“He adapted.” Reginald simply stated.

Thinking fast (Your Name) used her ability on Luther and Diego. “Pause!”

The two froze as (Your Name) ran past them. After two seconds, they came to. “What?! Now (Your Name)’s cheating!” Diego yelled.

“She adapted, too.” Reginald said simply.

Five felt a small smirk stretch onto his lips as (Your Name) caught up with him.

They both finished at the same time.

☂

“The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone.”

The kids were getting tattoos today. Allison was crying as Klaus held her, comforting her. They got theirs already.

Diego was in the chair, getting his. He was squirming a bit in pain. Their mother tried to comfort him, but he flicked away, not wanting to seem like a baby.

“They will make you impervious to the pain and hardship the world will thrust upon you.”

Reginald watched them quietly. He turned to the other four, still in chairs waiting. Luther shifted uncomfortably, trying to stay strong. Ben was panting softly.

“And believe me when I tell you, life will be hard.”

Five was the most put together, only blinking nervously and fidgeting his hands a bit. He turned to (Your Name), who sat on his right. She was also panting softly, looking down at her feet nervously. Five knew she was on the verge of a panic attack. He reached his hand out to her and took her hand in his. The masked girl turned to him, eyes shiny with unshed tears. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze to ground herself. Five let her, watching her quietly.

Vanya watched from the stairway. Feeling left out, she took a marker and drew the tattoo on her wrist.

☂

“We can accomplish anything when we accept responsibility together. This is what creates trust.”

Reginald watched his children sleep, monitoring them through wires taped on their heads. The surveillance cameras showed each of them in their room as he worked at his desk.

“Together, you will stand against the reign of evil.”

〰️

(Your Name) sighed through her nose. The action made her cough a little. She looked around her room to see if there was any more throat medication. She managed to find a lot of vials in her bathroom in a secret compartment. She took a bottle, put it in her pocket and headed back downstairs.

☂

In the kitchen, Five was searching the cabinets. Klaus was seated at the table, feet up on the table as usual, guitar in his hands. Allison came in, removing her jacket.

“Where's Vanya and (Your Name)?” She asked.

“Oh. She's gone. As for (Your Name), I don't know. Haven't seen her since she used her ability on Diego.” Klaus replied.

“Wait. She used her ability?” Allison asked in surprise. Five took a moment to look at Klaus, curiosity etched on his face, but he was also secretly surprised.

“Yeah. To try to stop Diego from harming Luther. She looked scared after using it, though.” Klaus observed.

“You know she's afraid of using her ability. She always has been.” Allison said.

Just then, (Your Name) came into the kitchen. Klaus saw her first. “Oh, there you are, dear sister! I missed you!” He whined. (Your Name)’s shoulders went up in a quiet chuckle at his words.

Allison went over. “Are you okay? Klaus told us about what happened.”

The masked girl signed, “I'm okay.”

Allison nodded at her. Then, (Your Name) signed, “Where's Vanya?”

Klaus saw her hand movements and replied, “She's gone.”

“That's unfortunate.” Five spoke up.

Allison agreed verbally.

But Five was talking about something else. “An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee.”

“Dad hated caffeine.” Allison reminded him.

“Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us.” Klaus pointed out, laughing afterward.

(Your Name) nodded her head at both statements.

“I'm taking the car.” Five said.

This caught the other three siblings’ attention. ‘He can drive?!’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

“Where are you going?” Klaus asked, curiosity etched on his face but also intrigue as he sat up properly.

Five glared at Klaus. “To get a decent cup of coffee.” His gaze softened when he turned to look at (Your Name). “Want to come with me?” He offered.

(Your Name) was surprised by the offer, but she nodded her head, kind of excited to hang out with Five again.

“Do you even know how to drive?” Allison asked, arms crossed over her chest.

“I know how to do everything.” Five replied. He looked at (Your Name). “You know where the car is. Head over there.” He told her before he blinked away.

(Your Name) looked at Klaus and Allison before shrugging and leaving the kitchen, heading to where the car was.

She got out by the alleyway by the mansion and saw headlights coming her way. She raised a hand up to shield her eyes from the bright lights. The car stopped in front of her. The driver side window rolled down, revealing Five.

“Need a ride?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

The masked girl nodded and walked over to the other side of the car. She opened the passenger side door and got in. Five started to drive again. “We're heading to Griddy's. You remember that place, right?” Five asked. (Your Name) nodded yes excitedly.

A comfortable silence fell in the car. A few minutes passed without the two talking. Until Five asked a question,

“Why was everyone talking about you being dead?”

(Your Name) shifted uncomfortably. Five noticed her discomfort. “You don't have to tell me.”

The girl shook her head. “I was in a coma. For seventeen years.” She signed.

Five looked at (Your Name) in surprise. “Seventeen years?!” The girl nodded. “I don't know how, but I'm still seventeen physically. I should technically be 34 years old.” She signed.

‘She's like me in a way.’ Five thought to himself.

“Strange.” He muttered.

They arrived at Griddy's. Five turned the car off and got out. (Your Name) followed out and walked with him. Someone held the door open for them, and (Your Name) nodded to them in thanks. The two sit down on the high table, next to each other, and Five rings the bell on the table.

As the two waited, someone else came in and started on Five's left side.

Then, a waitress walked in after leaving the back. “Sorry, sink was clogged. So, what'll it be?” She pulled out a notepad.

“Uh, give me a chocolate éclair.” The man told her. She wrote it down and looked at the kids. “Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?”

Five scoffed. “The kid wants coffee. Black. And she'll have (Favorite Donut).”

On cue, (Your Name)’s stomach growled.

“Cute kids.” The waitress chuckled awkwardly at the man, who was confused.

Five gave her a very fake smile, making (Your Name) lightly nudge him, silently reprimanding him.

Sensing more awkwardness, the waitress started to get the orders.

Five let out a sigh. “Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked. You remember, right?” The last question was directed to (Your Name) who nodded her head.

“Simpler times, huh?” Five said to the man.

The man was very confused but played along. “Eh. I suppose.”

The waitress came back with the orders. The older man took out money and gave it to the waitress. “Here. I got theirs.”

“Thanks.” Five said. (Your Name) hummed and nodded her head to the man before she turned around, facing away from the two as she started to eat her donut.

Five noticed the man's jacket, seeing the logo on the front. “You must know your way around the city.” He told the man. “I hope so. I've been driving it for twenty years.” Five nodded a bit. “Good. I need an address.”

(Your Name) wasn't listening to the two, too focused on eating the sweet treat. She didn't realize how hungry she was until then.

She heard the door open and close, and she turned around again, facing the right way. She just finished her doughnut and pulled her mask back up. “Thank you.” She signed to Five.

Five hummed, nodding at her. He folded a napkin and put it in his pocket. He went to sip his coffee but stopped when the door opened again. In the reflection of the bell, he saw people enter. (Your Name) heard it too.

“Hmm. That was fast. I thought I had more time before they found me.” Five spoke.

(Your Name) looked using her peripheral vision and saw men pointing their guns at them. She felt panic rush through her veins, but she stayed still. ‘What is happening?’ She thought to herself.

One of the armed men spoke, “Okay. So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk.”

‘Who's they?’ (Your Name) thought.

“I've got nothing to say.” Five simply said.

The armed man then suddenly pointed his gun at (Your Name). “It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Let alone two? One that's not even involved in this? Go home with that on my conscience?”

(Your Name) swallowed nervously. She looked at Five from her peripheral vision. She saw his hands move underneath the table. He was signing to her.

“Be ready.”

The masked girl nodded a bit.

Five spoke again, “Well, I wouldn't worry about that.” He turned to look at the man. “You won't be going home.” He stealthily picked up the butter knife on the table, and with a blink of an eye, he disappeared and reappeared behind the man and threw the knife at the man. The knife lodged into the man, killing him instantly.

The other armed men started shooting, and (Your Name) immediately ducked down, avoiding the flying bullets.

“Hey assholes!” Five caught their attention before he blinked away. The armed men started shooting again. (Your Name) stayed ducked down, but she pulled down her mask, getting ready for anything.

Five appeared again, jabbing the end of a mop into one of the men in the side before blinking away again. He reappeared behind another and used his necktie to pin the guy down on a table and strangle him. One of them tried to shoot at Five, but (Your Name) quickly stood up.

“Stop!”

The man froze in place, and Five took the opportunity to grab a pencil off another table and stabbed the guy, and threw a plate at one that was behind (Your Name), knocking him down. He then pulled the pencil out of the man and stabbed him in the eye. The man screamed in pain and fell back, blood spraying out the wound.

The last two standing armed men stood up, charging at the two. Five ran to the table counter and blinked away while (Your Name) dodge rolled away, making two of them shoot each other instead of them.

Five blinked back, sighing as he walked around the carnage. (Your Name) saw one was still breathing. She turned to him.

“Die.”

With that word said, the man took his last breath and died on the spot.

(Your Name) pulled up her mask. “Great work, (Your Name). You still have it in you.” Five praised her as he got his necktie off the guy he strangled. The masked girl felt her cheeks warm up a little at the praise.

Five heard beeping and picked up a device that looked like a tracking device. He immediately grabbed a bigger knife and rolled up his right sleeve.

(Your Name) was confused at first, but when she saw Five cutting his arm, she internally panicked and went to stop him.

“It's all right, (Your Name).” He tried to reassure her. With a groan of pain, he dug into the self made cut, making poor (Your Name) whine in worry. After a few seconds, Five pulled out a tiny tracking chip, beeping softly and flashing a green dot.

‘Why does he have that in his arm? And who were those men that we just killed?’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

Five wrapped his cut with napkins and rolled his sleeve down. “Let's go, (Your Name).” He gestured her to follow him, with his head. (Your Name) followed willingly and walked on Five's right side. She watched him drop the tracking chop into a puddle near a drain. He fixed his tie with a smirk as he continued walking, with (Your Name) following beside him.

“Who were those people? Why did they follow us? What did they want with us?” The masked girl signed, getting over the slight shock she just experienced.

“Don't worry. I'll answer those questions soon. But we need to go somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Just follow me.” Five instructed. “You trust me, right?” He gave the masked girl a barely there smile.

(Your Name) felt her cheeks warm up again. She nodded, signing, “Always.”

Five nodded back at her with a hum as he led her to their next destination.

☂

The pair arrived at an apartment complex.

“Who lives here?” (Your Name) signed.

“You'll see.” Five placed his hands on (Your Name)’s arms. “All right. I'm going to blink us up to the floor we need to. Hold onto me.”

(Your Name) instinctively grabbed Five's arms, and within seconds, the two were teleported into one of the rooms. The masked girl felt dizzy but managed to steady herself. She heard Five sit down in the armchair, and she just stood by him.

They heard the door unlocking and opening. Five turned on the light switch. It was Vanya.

“Jesus!” Vanya flinched in surprise.

“You should have locks on your windows.”

“I live on the second floor.” Vanya said.

“Rapists can climb.” Five coolly retorted.

“And murderers, and robbers.” (Your Name) signed.

“You two are so weird.” Vanya closed the apartment door. She removed her jacket and sat down on the couch. That's when she noticed something red on Five's shirt. “Is that blood?”

“It's nothing.” Five simply replied. (Your Name) shook her head frantically at his words, humming in denial, but the two others ignored her.

“Why are you here?” Vanya asked.

Five sighed. “I've decided you are the only one I can trust. Along with (Your Name).”

“Why me?” Vanya asked.

“Because you're ordinary.” Five replied.

(Your Name) gently hit Five's shoulder in response, silently scolding him. “Because you'll listen.” He corrected himself. “(Your Name) too.”

Vanya agreed and got up to get medical supplies. She came back, and Five rolled up his sleeve, revealing the blood-soaked napkin. Vanya started to fix him up as she looked at (Your Name).

“What about you? Do you need any fixing up?” She asked. (Your Name) shook her head, and she tapped on her pocket before pulling out a vial of throat medicine. “Oh. That's good.” Vanya nodded before she continued helping Five. (Your Name) turned the cap on the bottle and pulled up her mask before she started drinking out of the bottle. The liquid soothed her sore throat. She put the now empty bottle back in her pocket as she heard Five explain,

“When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?”

“No.” Vanya replied. (Your Name) shook her head.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Five said. “As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but… I did find something else. The date it happens.” Five paused for a moment.

“The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.”

(Your Name) and Vanya were shocked. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

Vanya offered to make coffee while (Your Name) stayed, still in shock.

‘The world is ending soon? What will we do?’

[justafoxkit]

TFP Agere Headcanons

Human edition!

🚁Agent Fowler:

🚁Father Caregiver!

🚁Kind of confused at first, but Lord help you if you insult any little/pet in his care.

🚁Very good at setting up routines for littles who benefit from it.

🚁He finds the biggest stuffed animals in existence bc his Gramma showered him with toys as a kid and he'd be damned if his kiddos didn't deserve to be spoiled too! (Even if said kiddos are 70+ feet tall)

🚁The kind of CG who loves to watch movies with the little ones, he just has to remember that horror movies probably aren't good for regressed kiddos.

🏥June Darby

🏥Mama Caregiver!

🏥Total doting Mama: cute nicknames, gentle tones, forehead kisses, the whole nine yards! Raising Jack was a hard time for her since her husband left, so reliving motherhood is very healing for her (similar to Ratchet)

🏥Very good at dealing with meltdowns, June has a very soothing presence that helps to calm any overwhelmed or upset kiddo.

🏥Tag teams with Ratchet to keep little ones safe; she may be small, but all she has to do is say something and they instantly stop.

🏥Has nicknames for everyone, and they love it! She makes each one unique to them.

🏍️Jack Darby:

🏍️Big brother caregiver!

🏍️Like Fowler, a bit confused, but if it helps Arcee feel happy and safe, he's all for it!

🏍️He cares deeply for Arcee as his partner and friend, but absolutely adores her when small!

🏍️He becomes Arcee's official caregiver rather quickly, and Jack encourages Arcee to talk about her regression to help her feel more comfortable with it.

🏍️Like his mom, uses a lot of nicknames; he calls Arcee Putty Tat(and immediately got her hooked on Looney Toons bc she had no idea what it meant.)

🏍️He takes care of the other little ones as well, and is good at talking down an upset kiddo. He also makes amazing snacks for those that eat!

🎸Miko Nakadai:

🎸 Caregiver/little sister regressor! (Age range: 5-9)

🎸She was absolutely all for the whole regression thing; she thinks Wheeljack being a wolf regressor is the coolest thing!

🎸At first she was only a caregiver, but found that she really enjoyed slipping into that smaller headspace. She had a lot of expectations laid on her as a kid, so being able to just relax and be a kid is a nice feeling.

🎸If you thought she was hyper as a big kid, look out! Little Miko is a calm and sweet baby one moment, then a ball of energy the next.

🎸Miko is definitely the "don't tell your mama about this" type of caregiver. Mama Bear Ratchet always finds out though. She still doesn't know how.

🎸She absolutely has to be near Bulkhead when little. Miko still has nightmares of the incident with them getting trapped in the abandoned mine (which she hasn't told anyone), and if Bulkhead isn't in her line of sight there WILL be a meltdown.

💻Raf Esquivel:

💻Toddler regressor!

💻Since he has a big family, Raf often doesn't get any exclusive attention from his parents. Because of this, he enjoys being little at base and just being cuddled and loved.

💻 Bumblebee acts as a big brother for Raf, as usual. This dynamic is magnified when they're both regressed.

💻He actually doesn't like using the computer when small, he prefers to color or play with the toys they stashed at base.

💻 Nobody can say no to him; if he puts his arms up to anyone, they're immediately scooping him up. He most often goes to Miko(because she spins him around to make him giggle) and Ratchet(because he feels so small and safe when Ratchet cradles him close)

💻It's hard to understand Optimus because he has a difficult time talking when small, but Raf is one of the few besides Ratchet who can understand him. Because of reasons, no one really questions it.

Nicknames:

🚁Agent Fowler: Flower (an adorable mispronunciation by OP), Dad, Papa Bear.

🏥June Darby: Mom, Mama.

🏍️Jack: Jackie, Bro, Big Bro.

🎸Miko: Sis, Little Monkey, Wild Child, Rockstar.

💻Raf: Baby Boy, Honey, Sweetspark (courtesy of Ratchet)

Hope you enjoyed these, Decepticons next!

[princess-lvcifer]

five is a crowd

ihsahn/samoth/faust/preg!reader • +5K • angst/fluff/humor/implied smut

summary: reader is in a poly situationship with almost all Emperor members and she gets pregnant by one of them

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed. Esto es más gracioso en español asique si hablas español ya sabes: 🇪🇸 Crossposted on my AO3: 𖤐

Also sorry if not but here you're going to be a skinny legend like me.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

She didn't know how because she had taken precautions, but it had happened: She was pregnant by Vegard, Tomas or Bård. When had it happened? The time she had sex with all three at the same time, or one of the many times she had sex with only one of them? All she knew was that she hadn't had a period for two months.

She wanted to have it, but didn't know how to announce the news. In the end she plucked up the courage and gathered the three of them in the flat where she lived alone, a small flat but at that moment it was enough for just her. The three greeted her with a kiss as soon as she opened the door: Bård was the first to enter and greeted her with a quick kiss on the lips, Tomas was the second and kissed her on the cheek, and last but not least Vegard, who stood up to put one of his hands on her shoulder and one on her cheek to kiss her on the head.

"How have you been?" asked the vocalist after that gesture. He seemed too interested to know how she had been, but she didn't think anything of it.

"Well, come on in," she said as she closed the door and waved her arm, pointing to the living room. "Sit on the sofa."

Said and done, and she was standing in front of them. When she called them in they thought it would be for another crazy afternoon of sex all together considering the last time was quite fun, but seeing how restless she was they quickly knew something was wrong.

"I have something VERY important to tell you," she said seriously, clasping her hands around herself for comfort and support. Seeing that they said nothing and waited anxiously for her to announce whatever she had to announce, she decided to break the news once and for all: "I'm pregnant, and one of you is the father."

Bård's and Tomas's eyes widened as they separated their backs from the couch, and Vegard fixed his expressionless gaze on a fixed point on the floor, arms and legs crossed and back still leaning back against the couch.

"What!?" asked Bård, clearly surprised. And how could he not be?

"I told you so," said Vegard, and all eyes went to him.

"What do you mean, "I told you so"?" she asked with a frown, and he finally looked at her.

"Because you've been looking prettier lately," he said causing a blush to appear on her face, still confused and surprised. "Also because you haven't had alcohol in weeks," he added calmly, and she understood his behaviour better a few minutes before. "Speaking of alcohol, you owe me a beer each," he said to his bandmates, making it clear that they had even made a bet.

"But we used condoms all the time," Bård said confused and surprised.

"Accidents happen," she shrugged, "probably one would be broken or broke on the spot," she clarified.

"Are you sure it belongs to one of us?" Bård asked.

"Fuck man, I'm a slut but not that much. I only fuck you guys," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and he raised his arms in self-defence, as if he was a criminal surrendering to being caught at the scene of a crime.

"And... What are you going to do?" Tomas asked what everyone was dying to ask, what everyone was dying to find out.

"I want to have it... I know it's a difficult situation as we are young, neither of us is my partner formally, neither of us have money to spare and we can't know who the father is until the baby is born, but even if the father doesn't want to be in my life or the baby's life I will understand. I can raise it with the help of my family. I have only told you this because I think you have a right to know and so that you will understand me these months."

"I'll support you, whether you want me to or not," said Vegard seriously, pulling his back away from the sofa and settling in.

"So will I," Bård hastened to say.

"And me too, I will do my best," said Tomas.

"Really?" She asked with a mixture of emotions inside her as her eyes watered — she was surprised, confused and touched that the three of them supported her, though she didn't know to what extent they intended to. Did they support her only in her decision, in the pregnancy, or would they support her in the support and upbringing of the baby as well? She didn't want to ask the latter, she was afraid of the answer. In time she would find out.

"Of course," Vegard replied. "I think I speak for everyone when I say we love you."

"Thank you," she said starting to cry, and they all got up to hug her. "I love you too, very much."

She made it clear that the only people who knew were her closest family and best friends, and that she didn't want anyone else to know for the moment — she wanted to wait, to announce it after the first trimester.

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Although the fantasy of not knowing who the biological father was so that all her parents would be equal and none of them would be left out was quite nice, they all knew that as soon as she was born they would have to find out who her biological father was: both the baby and she would have to know his origin because of possible hereditary diseases, and it would be confusing for the child to have three fathers and three paternal families. It would also be confusing for the rest of society and for her in-laws, who didn't yet know that their children were going to be fathers. They planned to tell once the baby was born, as much of a surprise as it was, and the other two would be the godparents. Not that they didn't want to tell them, but how could they explain the situation so that they would understand and respect them? Both they and she feared they would be treated badly as they were older, more traditional and protective of their children, with good reason. (Also, to be honest, the idea of having six in-laws terrified the young woman).

They couldn't live with her completely, and she couldn't live with them — they had to live with Terje to rehearse often, and that was no environment for a pregnant woman and a mother-to-be with a baby to live in. They had to have their space as a band, and both she and the baby would need silence and quiet. Still, whether it was just one or two or all three of them, from time to time they would go to her house, whether it was for a quick visit, a sleepover or a few days.

Before the announcement, all three liked her and didn't hide it among themselves or in front of anyone. All three had sex with her, they knew it and didn't feel jealous about it. But as time went on, added to the fact that the three of them started to fall in love with her, and the fact that she was probably pregnant with their baby, the three of them started to fall in love with her. They started a competition to win her heart, although it was a healthy rivalry.

Despite not saying "I love you" for fear of not receiving an "I love you too" all three made it clear that they loved her with other words and their actions. So did she, despite not saying "I love you" when alone with one for fear of deluding or confusing him, or saddening and angering the other two when they found out she had said such a thing.

She also wanted to formalise the relationship but at the same time she was afraid to have that conversation; she just assumed that they were already dating because they behaved as such, although since she hadn't talked to them, technically they were free to leave her without explanation and go with someone else, an idea that was beginning to terrify her more and more every day. She felt she had no right to ask them for exclusivity and to be jealous. She felt selfish.

It was one day, when Tomas hinted that he should get a proper job to help her financially while they were alone at home, that the conversation came up. Whenever one of them (especially Vegard) started hinting that he should get a regular job to help her with the baby, she always replied "If you leave Emperor, I'll leave you" because she didn't want either of them to give up their dream.

"Oh, so we're dating," Tomas said once with a sly smile after she had said such a thing, resting his hips and hands on the kitchen table.

"Sure, isn't it obvious?" she asked with a shrug, standing in front of him.

"Well, not so much, neither has asked the other and you've got two others behind you..." He shrugged now, a little more seriously as she sighed deeply.

"...Sometimes this is very easy, and sometimes it's very complicated..." she said wearily.

"Yeah... We don't have examples to go by."

"I feel that if we put labels on it, it's easier to do harm, and I don't want anyone to suffer..." She said apologetically as she shook her head. "I know it's weird and greedy of me," she said as her eyes began to water, "but I love all three of you because all three of you are wonderful and important to me, and I want all three of you to be my boyfriends, but I also want me to be your only girlfriend," she said as her voice began to crack. "I couldn't blame you if you got tired of this and went off with someone else."

"Hey no, it's fine," he said worriedly as he pushed himself away from the table and moved closer to her to put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you see that we care about that much? If that were true we would have left sooner, don't you think?"

"I don't know," she answered as she wept and shook her head.

"Well, I do. It's true that sometimes we compete to stand out and for your attention but we're not going to kill each other until there's only one of us left standing, not because we don't love you but because we're friends and we love each other too. Maybe not so much as to bust each other's asses," she gave him a little smack on the chest trying not to laugh, "but you know what I mean."

It cheered the young girl up and also made her laugh, which often happened in serious moments or when Tomas tried to cheer her up. It partly annoyed her that he made her laugh when she pretended to be serious or angry, but for the most part she loved it and was grateful to him for being like that and always bringing a smile to her face at times when she needed to smile the most.

"Don't cry, okay?" He asked her as he pulled her close to his chest to finally hug her, "You look so ugly when you cry."

"What a fool you are," she said as she laughed and cried at the same time, hugging him tightly as he kissed the top of her head.

𖤐

With Vegard she used to go shopping for (or rather, just to look at) gothic clothes and jewellery, they watched romantic films she suggested, he dedicated songs to her, wrote her poems and love letters, took pictures of her, said compliments all the time and called her princess. And he wanted to take her to romantic dinners, but there was hardly any money and he wanted to save for when the baby was born.

"Never mind the plan or the food," she said opening a bag of crisps with her back against Vegard's chest, who had his back against the old grave in a cemetery they were visiting one morning, "it's the company that matters."

"But I want to give you the best..." He wrapped his arms and legs around her, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

"Don't be silly, I'm a simple girl, we don't need to go to a fancy restaurant. I'm already happy like this, here with you," that made the young man smile, who gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her tighter while she offered him the bag to take a french fry.

With Tomas she used to go to history and art museums, watch documentaries on those subjects with him, go to the library to get books, and take walks in nature holding hands where what they heard the most was their laughter, as they made each other laugh a lot.

"Do you think they are exploring their bodies?" Tomas asked her in a whisper, as they were cuddled up in her bed and the other two were outside the bedroom, in the living room using the sofa-bed they had just got so all of them could sleep comfortably in her house. Instantly she burst out laughing, and sure the other two heard it from outside even though the door was closed.

"Yeah, Bård is probably kissing Vegard right now, just like this," she said leaning in to kiss him on the lips as they both smiled, putting her hand on his cheek and stroking it with her thumb.

"Mm, good for him then," he said before kissing her again and changing position, settling down on top of her.

With Bård she used to watch scary movies either at his house or in Helvete — she often went to visit him in the shop, and they read comics and magazines together. When neither of them didn't feel like doing anything they would just cuddle together in silence or listen to music. Also, as he was Øystein's best friend, she had the privilege of being able to go to Mayhem rehearsals from time to time, where she would sit on his lap, teasing him. He was the easiest to warm up to and the most passionate.

They both excused themselves for a moment and locked themselves in the bathroom while said band rehearsed, wanting to calm their physiological needs. He was sitting on the toilet seat with his hands on her waist, and she was on top of him holding tightly to his shoulders as they both cummed and moaned without shame or fear of being heard, as it was impossible to be overheard while Necrolust was playing in the other room.

"Fuck, I never want to wear a condom again in my life," he said breathing heavily and throwing his head back after cumming inside her — that was a perk of having a pregnant girlfriend, and he had quickly gotten used to it. "It feels so good..." he added, and she laughed as she too tried to catch her breath.

In general she did a lot of things with the three of them and had tastes in common with all of them, but each one was unique and excelled in certain areas — Vegard was very responsible and romantic, Tomas was very funny and Bård was very passionate. Not that the others were not responsible, romantic, funny or passionate — but each one was different. She loved them more and more every day and couldn't bring herself to walk away from any of them.

When they finally broke the news to the rest of the inner circle they were all surprised, but congratulated. Still, the reaction she was most worried about was Terje's. She worried that he would take a dim view of her. She was worried that he would think bad of her, that he would speak ill of her behind her back and in front of them and others trying to turn them against her, that he would compare her to Yoko Ono or Nancy Spungen... She didn't want to be a busybody or cause trouble — that's why she didn't go to rehearsals even if they invited her and insisted, she just went to their concerts, helped them with make-up backstage and go to after parties.

"And what about when the baby is born?" he asked in confusion when they gathered him together to tell him the news. The only thing that was a surprise to him was the pregnancy, he already knew that everyone was in love with her and had a relationship with her, more formal every day.

"It won't change anything," she hastened to assure him, shaking her head, "you won't miss them, they won't miss any rehearsals or recordings and you can go on giving all the concerts you want."

"And what about you?" Bård asked turning his neck quickly towards her. "To look after the baby alone?" he asked almost offended because he thought the idea was so stupid.

"I can manage a few hours on my own looking after a baby — all they do is sleep, suck tits and shit. And if I need help I can go to my family or a friend, don't worry so much about me and worry about your band."

She wanted to get it into his head and the rest of them to take the band seriously and not give up on Terje and their dreams for her and the baby, apart from the fact that, although sometimes she was touched by the fact that they cared so much about her and appreciated it, other times she hated that they were so on top of her — she felt overwhelmed, she felt that they saw her as a porcelain doll that was going to break at any moment and in reality she was a strong and independent woman in many ways, despite having three boyfriends.

The moment she closed her mouth and everything fell silent she realised how serious and annoying she had sounded without meaning to, and she regretted it.

"...Well," Bård whispered averting his gaze, trying to sound unbothered by the answer he received and grimacing, unconsciously raising his eyebrows.

"Well, then..." Terje shrugged subtly, a little uncomfortable with the scene and still trying to process it all. "Congratulations to everyone, I guess," he congratulated with a forced, awkward smile.

"Thank you," said Vegard with a slight nod.

"And have you thought of any names yet?" asked the bassist trying to change the subject of conversation, but not to a too abrupt one — one that was still related to the news he had just received and that wasn't a too personal and invasive question, like "And what do your families think about it?"

The four of them were walking down the street, back to her flat in the evening. They weren't talking about anything specific, and Bård was suspiciously silent after the pregnant woman's reply. There was a certain tension in the air, and Vegard and Tomas gave them space to talk, walking faster to leave them behind and pretending to talk about something important between them. The other two understood them quickly.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to be so rude before," she said apologetically walking beside him, holding her own hands nervously and seeking comfort. "It just came out that way," she shrugged. "I'm so grateful to you and the rest, you're wonderful and I couldn't ask for anything more, but I really don't want you to give up your dreams for me when I can manage on my own."

"I know, but... I don't want you to be alone," he said sadly, crossing his arms as they began to slow their steps. "I want to be a good father and a good husband."

The pregnant woman's eyes opened like vinyls at that last word and all her blood rushed to her cheeks. Husband. She had never discussed marriage with them, the idea made her nervous because it would mean choosing one, just one. After assimilating, or rather, ignoring what she had just heard and a pause in which she swallowed saliva, she decided to speak again.

"I won't be alone, I have my family and my friends, I've said that before."

"It's not the same," he said even more saddened.

"I know, but..." she said in the same tone, pausing the conversation trying to find the right answer and understanding perfectly what he was referring to: his parents' divorce. "The baby won't notice you're not there."

"But you will," he replied and there was another pause.

"I'll be fine knowing you're doing what you love. Just don't worry about anything, okay?" she asked taking his hand and gently bumping her body against his.

"Okay," he said bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it, and then he leaned down and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips.

As they approached each other Vegard put his right arm around Bård's shoulders, and Tomas put his left arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

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More weeks went by and her belly grew bigger and bigger, and seeing her doctors confused to see her turn up at every doctor's appointment with a new boy was quite funny, their faces of confusion and surprise were priceless.

"Do you want to know what it is?" asked her gynaecologist while she was doing an ultrasound after telling them that everything was fine. The couple looked at each other waiting for the other's answer.

"Don't look at me," he shrugged, "you're the one who decides," he added and she laughed.

"Yes please," she replied looking back at her gynaecologist.

"What do you want it to be?" she asked.

"I don't care, I'll love it anyway," said Vegard.

"Me too but I'd prefer a girl, to be honest," she said slightly embarrassed, and the gynaecologist began to laugh.

"It's a girl, congratulations."

The couple looked at each other smiling from ear to ear, she had to stifle a scream and he couldn't stop himself from leaning over to kiss her.

She wanted to tell her family the news in person, and they wanted to meet their future sons-in-law once and for all, so it was time to introduce them.

She was sitting quietly on the sofa in their house, reading a metal magazine while the others were off grooming themselves, stressing out.

"Are you done already or what?" she asked wearily, craning her neck back and sliding down the sofa, putting the magazine aside.

"Not yet!" Vegard answered from the bathroom, in front of the mirror as he pulled his hair into a ponytail. To his right was Tomas removing his black nail polish with acetone.

"Get out!" said a stressed Bård, whose nerves were taking too much of a toll on his belly.

"God, and then they say about women," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and Terje, who was sitting on another sofa also with a magazine, snorted through his nose.

They put away the satanic star jewellery and the metal shirts, despite her telling them that her family were already used to such things for her and that they wouldn't freak out, that they should just be themselves.

They were finally ready and it was time for them to go to her parents' house, where they would eat. The three of them felt like they were going to the battlefield, they felt like their hearts were going to burst out of their chests and maybe other things elsewhere (especially in Bård's case) — she was the first girlfriend they had ever had, so they had never had in-laws and they had never met their in-laws before. She assured them that her family were all lovely and that they had nothing to fear, but still they couldn't help but be nervous.

Luckily she didn't exaggerate when she said that her family was charming — her mother and little sister gave each of them two kisses as soon as they were greeted at the front door, and her father gave them a friendly handshake. They thought perhaps she had paved the way by putting in a good word for them, and wondered what she said about each of them. They were welcomed with open arms and all three tried hard to make a good impression, and succeeded.

"What about the next one?" asked her best friend when they met one night in a bar with more people from the scene, being the first to arrive and waiting for their boyfriends and other friends to arrive.

"One is enough for now," she replied. "This one hasn't even been born yet and you're already asking me about the next one?" she asked laughing and raising an eyebrow.

"One boyfriend isn't enough for you, but one child is enough?" asked her best friend in the same tone.

"We are a big family, but not in a traditional sense."

To be honest, she was afraid that as soon as the two future godparents knew that the baby wasn't theirs, they would look for a bride who only had eyes for them and who would assure them of a child with their blood. She thought maybe she could get pregnant again and give them each a child, but having three children seemed too tedious for her and she couldn't see herself supporting three children on her salary alone and what little they were earning at the time with the band.

At one point a guy approached her trying to flirt with her by offering her a bottle of beer, which surprised her: between the bad lighting of the place, the table that covered her torso and the huge sweatshirt she was wearing on loan from Vegard that covered her growing belly she understood that he didn't see that she was pregnant, but even before she started dating them they didn't usually approach her with those intentions.

"Oh, I don't drink, I'm pregnant, but thanks anyway," she said kindly.

"Oh," the boy exclaimed without thinking, surprised and scanning her up and down quickly, "do you have a boyfriend?"

"Actually, I have three," she said holding back her laughter, and as she said so three figures behind him coming through the bar door caught her attention and made her grin from ear to ear. "Look, here they come," she said nodding her head behind him, and he turned to look at them as she got up to approach them to greet them with hugs and kisses. He paled and walked away.

"Who was that?" Tomas asked after kissing her, not clearly jealous but not thrilled either.

"Nobody, he was trying to hit on me," she said waving her hand, playing it down. "I've already made it clear to him that he didn't stand a chance."

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She and Tomas were in bed, cuddling and kissing. That night it was his turn to sleep with her in her bed, and the other two on the sofa-bed in the living room. The atmosphere was getting warm, and he turned on the lamp on the bedside table and took off his shirt, then tried to take off the sweatshirt she was wearing, but she stopped him.

"Don't you want to?" he asked stopping to kiss her, worried that she might be tired.

"No, it's not that," she shook her head in a whisper.

"Are you cold?" he asked worriedly, grabbing the sheet to cover her.

"It's just that I'm fat," she dared to say embarrassed and uncomfortable, her eyes watering. She had been feeling strange and uncomfortable in her body for some time because of so many sudden changes.

"No no honey, you make my cock fat," he said half jokingly and half seriously, and this made her laugh.

"Fool," she said punching him in the chest. "You're lying."

"No. And even if I were, it would be a white lie to make you feel better," he said almost without thinking and shrugging his shoulders, and this was confirmation to her that she was — that she was fat and that he was lying. She began to cry, got up from the bed and left the room, looking to others for opinion and comfort.

"What's wrong?" Vegard asked worriedly getting out of bed, and Bård did the same.

"I'm fat," she announced crying.

"Of course, you're pregnant," Bård replied holding in his laughter as he shrugged his shoulders, and Vegard gave him the evil eye and gave him a not very gentle slap on the arm to shut him up. "Ow!"

"What the hell did you say to her?" Vegard asked seriously to Tomas who came out of the bedroom behind her while the vocalist got out of bed to go with her to hug her.

"I told her she wasn't fat, she told me I was lying, I told her no and that even if it was a lie it would be a white lie," the guitarist replied stressed.

"You too..." said Vegard while hugging her. "Come on come on, that's it princess."

"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman before?" Bård asked his girlfriend half jokingly and half seriously, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Didn't you know you were going to get like this, or did you think a stork was coming?" The other two weren't too amused, but were internally grateful that he was trying to cheer her up with humour.

"Of course I did, but it's a very sudden change and I look very strange!"

"But you look beautiful, my love," said Tomas approaching them, and Vegard separated from her so that now it was his best friend who cheered her up. He said "Thank you" with silent lips, "How can you not look beautiful? You're carrying our baby. Your change is natural and temporary. I didn't mean what I said before, I'm so sorry," he said hugging her, and she accepted the gesture. "I didn't mean to offend you, you know I don't like to see you cry."

Her hormones were raging, anything could make her cry, and it didn't help her nerves that the baby was getting closer every day, as her belly was getting bigger and bigger. She could already feel her kicking and turning, settling in and getting ready to go out soon to meet them. They were almost ready to receive her, the only thing left to do was to get the house ready.

The three of them scanned the creature's face, not with the intention of seeing features that resembled them, but out of genuine curiosity, interest and love. They considered her the most beautiful thing in the world next to her mother.

"Here are your daddies, my child!" she exclaimed in a whisper, smiling from ear to ear.

For the moment, she could still say that she belonged to all four of them — they had not yet done any kind of test, but it was only a matter of time before they could register her with her biological father's surname. In the meantime, they would enjoy the moment.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

A/N: I decided not to give details of the timeline, not to narrate the crimes, to leave the ending open and not to narrate who the biological father is. If you want to imagine that they did commit crimes or that they will commit them even if they have a daughter fine, and if you want to imagine that they didn't that's fine too. Tell me which of the three was your favourite and who the biological father is for you.

If you want an angsty second part where Bård's the father, read this

[cyrusthedragon]

I'm so in love with the idea of thunder god tribe being like lil triplets for Laxus, and Laxus is like "no I can't do reckless shit no more, I have my kids to worry about", people are like "you have kids???", Laxus: "yeah", and kids are just three grown-ups looking at Laxus with heart-shaped eyes, and then he's like "okay, I need to go take care of them"

Freed is the oldest one, repeating after him, following his steps, learning and growing, best student, his pride.

Bickslow is next, lil dumb (no, he's actually a secret genius), lil crazy, lil reckless, in short - middle child, circus on feet, but he's Laxus' joy.

And Evergreen as youngest one, pretty and pretty independent, fairy with attitude, she may seem giddy, but she's very smart and cunning; they say if you look at Evergreen for a long time, you can see Laxus.

And it's so-so cute, cuz this kittens are his family, part of his life, and I love it so much, cuz let's be honest with eachother, Laxus is a big softie, and he really need someone to protect, so even if he knows for sure that Freed, Ever and Bickslow are more than capable to protect themselves, that doesn't mean he's not worrying about them. He does. Sometimes a lot. 'They don't need someone to protect them, they're strong,' he says, and then Mirajane cas clearly see that he just can't sit on that chair calmly. She wants to say how cute he is like that, but she bites her inner cheek instead, to not to scare that...openness he's showing her. And it's absolutely obvious that he's showing it, on purpose, he allows himself to be like this, because Mira knows - Laxus can hide really well when he wants to. So she's just glad he trusts her enough to show his true feelings for the raijinshuu.

He'd be a good father, she thinks suddenly, and then blush appears on her face and she hurries to hide it, going to the basement for *choose the reason* while Laxus stares after her with an questioningly raised eyebrow, until his own blush shows on his cheeks. He probably looked stupid...

Even though Laxus doesn't usually care what other people think of him personally, for some reason he doesn't want to look stupid in front of her.

Sheesh.

P.s. inspired by this, look at them. Look at them. He lllooovvvvessssss herrrr (I'm not talking about romantic love here), HE LOVES HER, THAT'S WHY HE CAN BE LIKE THAT WITH HER, AND EVER KNOWS HIM WELL ENOUGH, LOOK. COME THE FUCK ON. THEY'RE FAMILY. I'M DEAD.

Ever but like that 'annoying' lil 'girly girl' sis who can poke you just because she can, and I think if she really was his lil sis, she would simply come up to him, coquettishly extend her hand, and he'd give her money without questions (but with a heavy sigh). And Bickslow'd be like 'wow, can I have some too???', and Laxus to him with straight face, blinking: 'No.' Freed, trying his luck, quietly: "...can I?". Laxus would asked how much and would give him the requested amount, and Bickslow would explode at how terribly unfair this is!!! And Laxus'd give him an hour and a half lecture about how Freed spends money on books and stuff for self development, and Bickslow, on the contrary, always buys all sorts of crap.

"Why then are you giving money to Ever, huh?!" He rightly grumbles, frowning comically, almost stomping his foot. "She buys all sorts of crap too!"

Laxus looks him straight in the eyes. Blinks twice. And, raising his mug of beer, explains:

"I just like her more than you."

Bickslow eventually explodes, making angry noises, and Mirajane, nearby watching this scene, cannot help but giggle at how Laxus skillfully hides his grin behind his mug.

Btw follow me for more Raijinshuu and Miraxus stuff, I just wanna talk about them, seriously:'))

[deimosphilic]

3 - SAVED ME | NEYTIRI TE TSKAHA MO’AT’ITE

summary : you’ve finally decided to visit the tree of souls after months, but jake decides to take the conversation a different route.

paring : widowed!neytiri x fem!omatikaya!reader

warnings : angst, mentions of death, no use of y/n

authors note : so rushed lmfao. not proofread. reblogs r always appreciated!

word count : 873

tags : @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @neteyamforlife @ambria @ducks118

masterlist | series masterlist

"well..."

you listened intently as he spoke. you couldn't understand a single thing he was talking about but it didn't matter, because you got to see him get excited at a certain detail, or hear his voice go quieter when he got to an awkward detail.

at one point, you thought of neytiri. how she would be so happy to see him again, but how sad she would be. she was still grieving and seeing his face might make her spiral again. you missed her so much, you missed seeing the lively woman she used to be. now all you see is a widowed mother, a woman who has to raise four kids on her own.

you thought of how the children felt after losing their father, someone who had been apart of their life since they were born. it must've been heartbreaking for them, especially poor tuktirey. she probably had no idea what was going on and seeing something like that at such a young age will most definitely traumatise her for the rest of her life.

"where'd ya go up there?" jake's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. you felt bad you stopped listening at one point, but you couldn't help but think about them.

"nowhere, just thinking." you replied, your mood dropping a little.

"about what?" he asked, his voice careful.

"neytiri." you blurted out, your face turning a faint purple immediately.

jake looked at you and saw the your now purple face. in all honesty, he didn’t know what to say. how do you react when one of your closest friends. says she’s thinking about your mate? there was an awkward silence before he decided to speak up.

“i know you like her.”

“well of course i like her, she is my closest’eylan.”

“no- i mean, you like her. like you wish to mate with her.” you turned to look at him. what? you did not wish to mate with her. she was merely your friend. plus, you couldn’t mate with an already mated woman.

“no. no, no. what are you talking about? why would i wish to mate with an already mated woman? are you out of your mind?” you denied. you could never. you would never.

“i see the way you look at her.” he spoke softly, almost like he was reassuring you it was okay.

you shook your head, your mind now going blank of words. too say you were shocked was an understatement. how could he accuse you of such things?

“hey, it’s okay. i promise.” jake reassured. he knew you liked her, there was no denying it. from the first moment he saw the way you looked at her he knew. to this day he still felt the tiniest bit of guilt when he mated with her. he stole her away from you. he could never forgive himself for that.

“no jake. it is not okay for you to accuse me of such things. i would never mate with her. it is not fair on you. i will one day find someone of my own.” you scolded in your sa’nu voice you once used on the children.

“well have you? you know, found someone?” he asked, steering the conversation to something less heated.

“srane. well- i did. it did not work out how i wanted it to.”

ay’olna was her name. she was a beautiful, kindhearted woman who once stole you heart. you didn’t even get the chance to mate before she was murdered by a tawtute. you grieved for months before neytiri had come back, just to grieve again, it was all too much for you.

“are you okay?” he asked, he knew you hated when people said tsap'alute si in situations like this.

“srane. i am okay now.” you said. although it wasn’t entirely the truth. you still thought about her sometimes, you tried not to but you couldn’t help it. she was one of the best women you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“well it was lovely talking to you jake.” you had to leave before you balled your eyes out. you could feel the waterworks creeping up on you.

“kìyevame.” jake said before you closed your eyes and opened them to a completely different world.

you stood there for what felt like hours, unraveling what happened.

“like you wish to mate with her.”

kehe.

kehe.

kehe.

wait.

sure, you’ve thought about a future where you and neytiri ended up mating. but everyone’s done that, right? of course everyone’s done that. you’re not delusional.

“you wish to mate with her.”

doesn’t thinking about mating with someone mean you wish it happened? you’ve heard your friends say they’ve thought about mating with someone they liked.

fuck.

you liked her.

you liked a mated woman, a grieving woman, a mother. you liked a woman who had went though everything a mated couple should with someone else. what should someone do in this situation? nothing. absolutely nothing. you couldn’t go up to a grieving woman and tell her that you’ve only now realised your in love with her.

you were in love and couldn’t do anything about it. what a sad life you live.

TRANSLATIONS

‘eylan = friend

sa’nu = mom

srane = yes

tawtute = sky person

tsap'alute si = i’m sorry

kìyevame = goodbye

kehe = no

[theguartist]

Saw the post that said "your parents are not narcissistic" and I feel I need to talk about it. TW abuse death

So yeah recently my therapist told me that my mother is a narcissistic psychopath. I knew she was a narcissist but I never knew she was psychopathic. A lot of my PTSD is from my upbringing, there was constant neglect and my low self-esteem is because of emotional neglect. While my dad isn't abusive and I get along with him well he is most probably autistic (I am as well but not as much as dad is) because he is for example not very good with feelings (when his father, my grandfather, died he stopped talking about him altogether). I constantly had severe vitamin deficiencies, practically had no enamel om my teeth because mother decided to not give us toothpaste, I frequently had massive tangles that had to be cut off because we had neither shampoo, balsam or hair brushes.

Father tried to get full custody but court went in favor of mother.

She frequently tells us of when she didn't feed my cat for several days like it is a funny story. Animal abuse is not funny. She constantly tells us of things we have "done wrong", like me having a tantrum in a grocery store when I was like 3. While she tells us of everything she has done in a positive light, like how she "deserves a medal" for raising us. I have severe mental issues because of her. Also my big sister have not talked to mom in well over 30 years because mom hit her. Mom thinks sis is the one in the wrong and have shown no remorse.

While I have been taking care of myself for many years and am physically well she keeps trying to control me. She constantly texts me asking for like "updates" and if I don't respond within a certain time she will call. She constantly wants me to visit her but for one I am severely allergic to her apartment and also I don't want to hear how bad of a person I am all the heckin' time.

Frankly I want to cut her out of my life but my big brother, my best friend in the whole world, lives with her. And I see the way she abuses him and am worried for his well-being.

[infoglitch]

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Emilia and shrigg stared each other down as Emilia prepared her sword with shrigg disrobing revealing a black shirt, dark blue coat that had the wings attached to it, and lastly wearing black pants with metal boots that took the form of a raven's talons. He reached behind him before taking out his two short swords as blue flames enveloped them.

“I advise you to walk away, Emilia. I'm not going to go easy on you just because of the past.” Shrigg said calmly as emilia rushed towards him as she rears back her blade before slashing across only to be stopped by shriggs short swords with him kicking her away sending her back.

Emilia had caught herself before seeing shrigg about to slash her, her sword disappeared as she rolled out of the way as she formed a shield around her arm along with a much smaller dagger.

Shrigg wasted no time as he turned and kicked towards Emilia only to meet her shield which blocked the hit. Emilia lowered the shield as she hit his leg with the pummel of the knife only to hear a click as she looked at him as her face went pale. “Shrigg… don't tell me-” emilia spoke before being met with the pummel of shriggs short sword into her forehead which knocked her out.

Shrigg watched as Emilia was about to hit the floor before he caught her as his face displayed a softer expression, a small smile on his face. “you always were the one to worry about Injuries. Rest Emilia.” Shrigg said as he placed her down softly before taking out his mask and putting it back on. He walked away as he grabbed his robe with him putting it back on.

Roze panted heavily as she and Tate stared at the Lyonius in front of them as she danced happily with her pumping the air with her normal fists and her giant mechanical fist.

“This brat Is mopping the floor with us” Tate said, his voice breathy as he noticed Roze was clutching her fist as Kathy soon stopped dancing as she looked at the two beaming with a smile from ear to ear.

“This is great! The boss is gonna be so happy I'm doing well in my first mission! OOOOH big sis I hope you're watching because I am so STOKED!” Kathy shouted as she raised her fists to the sky with her eyes sparkling.

Tate and Roze looked at her confused before Tate had an idea as a huge stupid grin appeared on his face as he stood up before shouting to the top of his lungs with his fists raised high.

“UTA MI MI!” he shouted as he and Kathy looked at each other both having a large grin as their eyes gleamed. Roze face palmed yet it was blocked by her helmet. She knew what would happen.

Meanwhile Carol watched through a window as she looked at the fight her tail swishing back and forth as she watched Tate. “He's such a fool… Emilia, if you keep your promise, I'll personally thank you.” She said as she watch Tate run towards Kathy as he reeled back the fist wielding the gauntlet as Kathy prepared her mechanical fist before the two clashed.

Ryuga sat in his cell as he closed his eyes and listened to the silence. He soon heard the door open and when he opened his eyes he saw a strange man, a man with faded golden hair, and his azure eyes staring at him.

“You're a new face.” Shrigg spoke as Ryuga Stared at him before standing as the chains that bound him clinked about. “May I ask for your name?” Ryuga asked as Shrigg and him stared each other down.

“Shrigg modius. I'm the leader of the brigade. And you just so happen to be?” Shrigg questioned as Ryuga took a moment before breathing in and then exhaling. “For now I'm Ryuga… say you wouldn't happen to be related to the masked man would you?” Ryuga answered before giving his own question as Shrigg grumbled softly before nodding.

“Yes, father modius is my father.. we aren't exactly on good terms.” Shrigg spoke as Ryuga nodded.

“So, Shrigg, why are you here in the prison of all places?” Ryuga asked as Shrigg looked at him closely. “I'm looking for one of my own. He's a a Reguliser, his name is Walker. White fur, he probably came in with a muzzle forced on him.” Shrigg answered as Ryuga scratched his chin before shaking his head. “I've only been here since today, I haven't seen anyone like that.” Ryuga answered as Shrigg sighed before nodding.

Suddenly a growl was heard as a guard was thrown against the wall as both looked at the sight as Shrigg smirked under his mask.

We soon see a burly large white Reguliser as he ripped off the muzzle covering his snout as he wore a dark blue coat and ripped white pants as he left his bare chest covered in his white fur with only a large gash across it being the only other thing visible, he clenched his fists as he wore fingerless gloves.

“Stupid dragmati punks. I thought you had enough dignity to not muzzle me. Guess not.” The Reguliser spoke before adjusting his gloves. He turned to look as he heard a snicker with the Regulisers eyes widen as he saw Shrigg.

“Boss! Didn't expect to see you.” The Reguliser said as he stood tall in front of Shrigg with Shrigg taking off his mask.

“Glad to see you're still you Walker” Shrigg spoke as his face softened before the Reguliser took notice of Ryuga as he peered towards him.

“You’re the bloke that crashed just in front of the damn church aren't ya mate?” Walker questioned as Ryuga nodded with Shrigg looking at the Draknian with curiosity.

“You attacked the church?” Shrigg questioned as Ryuga looked at him slightly confused but more so annoyed. “Correction, they attacked me, I simply fought in self defense.” Ryuga answered as Walker chuckled softly. “Well your “self-defense” must have been one tough defense, heard you got knocked out by four of the priests. That's no easy feat. “ Walker added as Ryuga looked at him curiously.

Ryuga was about to ask a question before Kathy stumbles down the stairs before landing with a “OOMF” as Walker walked up to her before picking her up.

“You good lass? I don't need to call ye sister , do I?” Walker asked as Kathy was still dazed as small yellow bird appeared in her vision as they flew circles around her head. “B-birdies.. pretty birdies” Kathy mumbled as Shrigg frowned before putting his mask on.

“Walker, you take Kathy out of here. I'll back you up, oh and we’re bringing the lizard.” Shrigg spoke as Walker looked at him before turning to Ryuga with both raising an eyebrow.

“Just do it already!” Shrigg ordered as walker nodded before turning to the cell gate as he put down Kathy, he soon began picking the lock to the cell with his claw.

“Wait, don't unlock it!” Ryuga exclaimed as Shrigg and Walker looked at him confused. “Look I have something I need to do, I need answers and the person who has them is this father modius, I can't go with you.” Ryuga said as Walker and Shrigg looked at each other before looking at Ryuga. Shrigg sighed as Walker took out his claw and picked up Kathy, the three ran up the stairs with Ryuga simply watching before sighing, hoping he didn't just make the biggest mistake of his life.

Emilia stirred awake as she felt someone grab her shoulders before shaking her awake. “Emilia! Emilia get up!” A voice called as she soon opened her eyes to Roze and Tate were above her as Roze was knelt down and clutching Emilias shoulders.

“R-roze.. what are you doing? W-where… where's Shrigg?!” Emilia shouted the last part as her eyes went wide before she shot up as she looked around.

“Shriggs gone… same with his teammate and one of the prisoners.” Roze spoke as she scowled at herself with Emilia sighing. She stood up and dusted herself.

“I'm gonna check to see who they busted out.” Emilia spoke as Roze and Tate looked at her before nodding. Emilia headed towards the prison as her mind raced with thoughts of who got broken out, or if Ryuga got freed-

Ryuga. Why was he of all prisoners one of the first thoughts she had? Maybe recency bias, or the fact he was able to nearly defeat her, Roze, Tate, and Alexander. Regardless he was- to her- a point of concern.

She soon descended the stair case and to her surprise Ryuga was still in his cell as his eyes focused on her. He raised a hand as he waved at her.

“Your.. still here in your cell?” Emilia questioned as she walked up to Ryuga’s cell. With Ryuga simply nodding.

“Had a nice chat with Shrigg, he seems like a good man.” Ryuga added as Emilia sighed softly before nodding in agreement. “He.. he is.. even if he did turn his back on the church he's never really tried killing or gravely injuring one of us” Emilia replied as she softly clutched her shoulders.

“You seem… uncomfortable. May I ask why?” Ryuga questioned softly as emilia looked at him before sitting down as the two looked at eachother, the only thing keeping them separated was the cell holding Ryuga.

“I don't know why but Everything is just spiraling out of control now. You landing in ashcadia, shrigg and the brigade attacking, for all I know we could be invaded by aliens.” Emilia spoke putting her head in her hands as Ryuga nodded and looked at her.

“I can agree. I don't have my memories, I am imprisoned, and I have no idea what to do now… theres just a lose of control.. but I guess that's to be expected” Ryuga replied as Emilia looked at him.

“Life can't be controlled… even if we want everything to go as planned.. It just won't… and that can be-” “terrifying.” Emilia interrupted the Draknian as he nodded in agreement.

Emilia and Ryuga sat there. Taking in eachothers presence with Ryuga soon breaking the silence. “Id hope once I'm free I can help you” he spoke as Emilia smiled at him. Emilia soon stood up and dusted herself off.

“Well it won't be long. All I need to do is explain this whole situation to father modius-” Emilia spoke before she was interrupted to father modius- clearing his throat. His eyes peering through his mask. Emilia immediately faced him and stood to attention.

“Father modius, I didn't hear you come in.” Emilia said as father modius raised a open hand as Emilia eased a bit. “Emilia, I need to ask you to do me a favor.” Father modius spoke as Emilia.

“Whatever you require father modius, I will try my best.” Emilia replied her voice filling with enthusiasm. “i require you to execute this Draknian” father modius gestured to Ryuga as Emilia soon lost that enthusiasm with Ryuga looking at father modius confused and angry, with him standing up.

“Father modius. With all due respect.. I can't kill him, he didn't intend on attacking, he's suffering from amnesia, he doesn't even know his name.” Emilia spoke trying to sound calm as father modius just looked at her before sighing. “Emilia dear, this Draknian is a danger, and with the brigades attack and freeing of their ally, who knows if they have struck up a deal with this Draknian. He needs to be executed… before he can hurt anyone else” father modius reasoned as Ryuga was about to speak before Emilia interrupted him.

“No! He's a innocent, he didn't intend on harming us, and if he wanted to escape with them shrigg would have let him join them. He chose to stay here, he's not a danger” Emilia countered as father modius grumbled.

“He is a still a danger. Whether he wanted to attack or not, it took four out of ten battle priests to defeat him, and you four barely beat him! He can't be allowed to be here or even live knowing he could just attack at will.. I'm sorry my dear but this Draknian needs to die.” Father modius spoke as Emilia just looked at him. Before her sigil glowed as her great sword formed in her hand. Her eyes glow before pointing the sword at father modius.

“I'm not going to kill someone just because there is a chance of them being a threat. I was taught that by YOU.” Emilia spoke harshly as father modius raised his hands up. “Emilia you aren't thinking straight-” father modius was cut off as the sound of shackles breaking were heard as Ryuga had broken before ripping the cell bars off the hinges. He proceeded to grab Emilia and transform into his dragon form before he barreled through the prison and past father modius.

“R-ryuga what are you doing?!” Emilia shouted as Ryuga had her held between her claws before placing her on his back.

“I'm sorry Emilia, but that man.. that man is wrong in the head” Ryuga replied as he soon burst through a window, his wings shielding Emilia. Once through Ryuga opened his wings and started flying. As Emilia looked back at her once home.

(End of “Branded Dogma” page 3)

[camaro-and-smokes]

Eve

Chapter 3: Into the Belly of the Beast

Chapter summary: Eve—still toying with Billy—seemed to be open to collaborate with him in order to find Eddie and Steve. Okay, mostly Eddie, probably. Because she and Eddie...well, they have a complex relationship.

MIND THE TAGS - S E R I O U S L Y. This is a horror/scifi/creature movie crossover and loyal to the film. If the image below makes you queezy, this is not for you. Unless you like that queezy feeling, then, happy reading :)

Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of the gory and disturbing process how Eve was created. Human & alien bloodrelation and unnatural, potentially disturbing parent & offspring dynamics mentioned. Tags: Aliens (1986), Alternate Universe - Aliens, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Xenomorphs (Aliens), Science Fiction, Military Science Fiction, Crossover, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, unnatural parent & offspring dynamics, alien & human relationships

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Eve raised herself on her hind legs, reaching up to her full height. With her crown raised up and spread open, she easily hit twenty. Thankfully to Billy, her tail still swished calmly behind her, and the crown still remained closed, calmly rippling behind her head.

However, she kept her maw pointed at him for a while, as if measuring him, then turned it to follow the rest of her body as she turned towards the habitat door.

Billy hoped she would remain calm. At least until they got out of the ship. He didn’t oppose her killing xeno drones or unfriendlies, but he himself wanted very much to stay alive.

The only one who really didn’t have that much to worry with her was Eddie. Because of course he had a strange—no, a totally fucked up relationship with the Eve.

Everyone knew xenos were intelligent, and the queens even more so. Including that they had zero desire to please anyone, they were pure hatred from eggs to face huggers and to their very source.

But Eve…She was something else.

No, she wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t want to do. In fact, if anyone except one of them three—Eddie, Billy or Steve—got on her way, she just bit their head off. Literally and without hesitation.

From the start, they could see that she was exceptionally intelligent, even for a xeno. It was Eddie’s modifications of her DNA speaking. Even so, what she was agreeable in doing first and foremost was what only benefited her. If it benefited anyone else while at it, so be it.

Then at some point she’d started—albeit begrudgingly—doing also things that were mostly beneficial to others. Okay, well, one specific other, that is: Eddie. Which meant that she was getting something in return and Eddie sure as hell didn’t feed her treats after a trick.

So, it was a fairly valid assumption that Eve felt good when Eddie praised her. Which truly was both amazing and fucking scary, if you’d ask Billy. Eddie, a mere mortal given the kind of power Eve granted him just for a figurative pat on her crown?

And the first time she had cooed at Eddie—yeah, actually cooed in this odd purring kinda sound—the man had come back to the living quarters at their base shaking all over and his jeans wet because he’d been sure that she’d used the sound to locate him and kill him.

Maybe it was that Eddie had made sure his own blood and cloned guts were used to feed the embryo inside the fake womb. So, biologically, the queen was his offspring as much as a xenomorph could be—and she clearly considered Eddie as her…father.

Which was twisted, but not as twisted as Eddie being affectionate towards her. Like a father to a daughter, of course, in all healthy way, you know. Not that anything about Eddie’s and Eve’s relationship was healthy, mind you.

But yet, Eve definitely wasn’t always safe to be around, even for Eddie.

That was then again why Eddie had created the artificial intelligence named Little Sister, or Sis for short. The AI’s sole purpose was to help control Eve and keep her calmer and less unpredictable. Eddie had implanted a biological circuit for Sis in Eve’s brain when she was still developing in the fake womb. As Eve grew, so did the circuit, allowing Sis to take over certain areas of Eve’s brain.

It didn’t mean Eve was under the AI’s control in full and that she couldn’t play tricks around Sis. In fact, she did it frequently, coming up with new creative ways to try to slither away from the AI’s control.

Because what does any caged creature with a high intelligence want more than anything? Get out of the cage.

And that was why Sis was an AI and not just another piece of rigid code, but something that could rewrite itself, add to it and grow. Sis could do the math on all possible outcomes in a nanosecond and outsmart the queen before she could take her plan into action. Eve had still managed to get close to escaping her habitat a few times. Because she, too, was creative.

Even Eddie didn’t question the fact that she would find a way to outsmart Sis one day—it was just a matter of time. But he also trusted the fact that Eve didn’t want to leave him, so there was that.

Billy, though, had never felt confident about Eve or around her. Her plain existence was terrifying for everyone with half a mind and if Billy didn’t play together well with most humans, trying to do that with an intelligent alien species was pretty much an impossible equation.

Which was why Billy had loudly resigned from having anything to do with the xeno. He wouldn’t go alone to her habitat at their base or to the cargo hold when she was there, no matter how much sedated or calmed by Sis she was.

Being left in charge of her while they were docked on this fucking piece-of-shit of a station was such a shitty move from Eddie and Steve. Billy knew Eddie was not the most attentive guy, and he needed someone to go with him to the station or he would’ve gotten lost for sure, or at minimum, forgotten the number of the space dock they were docked in. Billy would’ve liked it to be him Eddie would’ve asked, but Steve got dibs this time.

Whatever.

No matter the reasons or how little Billy wanted this, he was the one who was here. He was the one who had to take Eve out and make her understand he needed her help in locating Eddie and Steve. Billy steeled himself. At least the alien killing machine and he shared affection towards one human being, which would have to be enough for them to play together, for now.

He took a deep breath and told Sis to open the habitat door.

It opened with a quiet whoosh. Eve walked out with heavy footsteps, her maw pointing at Billy as if glued, as her skeletal body moved to match the maw’s position.

Billy fixed his posture and stood unflinching in front of the monster that had stopped to measure him.

She could just step on me and I’d be done with, Billy thought to himself.

Eve leaned down on Billy’s level with a swift move and opened her lips, drool spilling from the both corners of her mouth.

Billy went even more rigid, trying to will even his eyelids to blink calmly at a fairly normal pace. Trust Eddie, trust Eddie, he repeated in his mind. Do not fucking let her see your fear.

Eve leaned closer to Billy, her maw slowly moving around as if she was sniffing.

Billy didn’t think she’d spend time on something like sniffing, though.

Then she opened her horrid mouth in full, displaying the length and sharpness of her first set of teeth. The smaller mouth came out slowly, closing in on the visor of Billy’s helmet.

Billy stood in place, trying to calm his breath and keep himself from shaking, when the tool that so easily crushed a man’s head with one quick hit stopped an inch away from his visor. She moved her maw just a little so that when the small mouth closed the distance, it slowly nudged his shoulder instead of his head.

Did she just...fist bump me? Billy steadied his breathing. He was just this far from shitting his pants.

Eve closed her mouths and stood back up, cocking her head as if asking, ‘okay, what now?’

Billy swallowed and showed Eddie’s shirt to her. He opened his external speakers to talk to her. “See? The shirt is empty. It should have someone in it. I was wondering if you could help?”

As if she could understand my words, he thought. But maybe she understood the lone shirt. Billy trusted Sis to help the monster to understand.

She cocked her head to the other side.

Then, after a while, Sis spoke to him, “Let’s go find father.”

So, yeah. Eve could speak through Sis. If she chose to. The implant at work and all that.

Not terrifying at all.

They walked into the airlock where Spot was already waiting. It could hold a lot of cargo, but with Eve so close it suddenly felt very much smaller than it was. She had to crouch down on all fours to fit the spikes in her back in and her maw was way too close to Billy—yes, still directly aimed at him—as he waited for her to curl her tail around herself.

Once she was all in he glanced at her. “Okay, big girl,” he said, trying to convey confidence he didn't quite feel, “Let’s go find father.”

He pushed the button that opened the outer airlock doors and walked out behind Spot, all the while Sis was keeping an eye for him on Eve who crawled out the doorway and followed close on his tail. He tapped a lock command to his wrist computer to make sure the doors to the ship were sealed. There was no chance in hell he’d risk having another xeno slipping on his ship. One was way more than enough.

His boots connected with the cold metal floor of the station with a hushed thud that seemed far too loud in the silence. Eve stood next to him, now in full hight, her steps eerily quiet considering her size and weight. It sent a shiver through his spine. She could bolt off and he wouldn't know a thing before she was gone. “Sis, let me know if...”

“I will,” the AI replied, clearly knowing what Billy meant.

Another reason that made Billy sometimes uncomfortable was Eddie's skills to create stuff straight from his worst nightmares. An AI that behaved like humans, an seemingly lifelike entity that could control their lives—or help control a beast, one Eddie also created—and yet be only seen in the shape of code.

Maybe the one he should fear wasn't the giant killing machine next to him or the AI that controls her but the creator of both.

His gaze swept over the dock in the light from his helmet and from the one attached on top of his plasma riffle, the light slicing through the darkness. Mutilated bodies here and there, and blood and gore everywhere. Poor bastards who’d been on the dock had been slaughtered before they even knew what hit them.

He kneeled next to one of the bloody heaps and touched the part that—based on hair that still was there—used to be a head. There was something stuck in the hair and as he pulled his fingers back from it, a string of transparent goo followed. The slaughter on the dock was analysis enough for Billy to guess what was going on, but this confirmed it.

This part of the station had definitely been overrun by xenos. They were right inside the belly of a beast—not a mere metaphorical expression this time.

The only wish Billy had right then was that there would be just a few xeno drones around. Sure, he could work with a lot of xenos with Eve. But he only hoped that there wouldn’t be a hive. Because if there was…

He didn’t really want to think about it. But maybe that was exactly why the thought forced itself through.

If there were enough xenos, one of them would inevitably turn into a queen. The xenos were funny like that. Of course, unless one egg carried an actual queen embryo and some poor fucker was impregnated by it.

And if there was a queen on board, Eve might have other things to think about than finding Eddie. Because she was a xeno, too.

No matter what, Billy just wanted to find Eddie and Steve and return to the ship—with or without Eve—as soon as possible and get the fuck away from here.

He looked for the signs that pointed the direction to the commercial part of the station and they followed them to the corridor that Eddie and Steve had vanished to earlier.

“Lead the way, girl,” Billy said and waited Sis to communicate the prompt to the beast.

Eve leaned down and entered the corridor, her strong, bony tail with the deadly stinger in the end curved over her shoulder, ready to strike anyone she didn't reach with her teeth.

The flicker of overhead lights cast erratic shadows all around, making the walls pulse as if breathing. Even though Billy was on this side of the xeno queen and not in the receiving end—one definite show of trust from Eve to turn her back to him freewillingly—his breath hitched at each stuttering blink of the fluorescents as he scanned and cleared the surroundings and each junction of corridors, half-expecting some chitinous horror to emerge from the strobe-like effect. But there was nothing—nothing but the echo of their own movements and a distant, rhythmic scuttling that played tricks on his ears.

“I am losing my edge,” he muttered to himself. “I do this stuff for living.”

But the truth was that he wasn't usually doing this stuff alone. He always had Steve to cover his six. A team mate, someone he could trust, someone he could strategise with on the run. While he now had far more lethal tools with him, none of them replaced Steve. Nothing ever would, in any of the ways Steve was important to him. Which made his heart clench. He needed to find both of them and bring the safe back to the ship. He could never forgive himself if he couldn't do that.

He glanced to Eve. Her sleek exoskeleton reflected the artificial light in eerie ways, blinking on and off on it, and in the dark still shining in the bleak light cast by the lights he and Spot had.

The maw now pointed straight ahead. She was in operating mode. Ready to kill anything that came her way.

Billy was a little sorry if that anything happened to be any other human than his lovers. Not much though. Everyone on this station was already doomed, even him, unless they could get out of here. The people here would never have the chance he and his team had.

“Stay sharp,” he reminded himself, eyes darting to the motion tracker on his HUD. It remained a calm green, but he knew better than to trust calm. Calm was merely the prelude to chaos.

[neechees]

some may imagine calliope being atreus' younger sister in their au's, but i headcanon that since she was born first that makes her the big sis ;w; i also headcanon that pandora survived and is the adopted daughter of kratos. that makes her the eldest! so i like to think lil atreus having two big sisters, pandora and calliope ! and when they get much older, and atreus introduces his gf angrboda to the family, they're all overjoyed because that means another daughter/sister! i like to headcanon that pandora, calliope, and angrboda often have girls' day out together ;w; oh and you can bet thay kratos is the proudest father ever! he loves his children!

God you are SO right <3 Honestly if Calliope & Pandora were still alive or came back to life somehow & Kratos kept raising them, I think he probably wouldve been a better dad to Atreus & not as depressed as he was in gow 4. I also wonder if Calliope being alive means some of the ashes on his skin are somewhat gone? Like maybe he has some of his brown skin back, but hed just look REALLY anemic & grey instead of white.

Pandora & Calliope would've made great older sisters to Atreus! I dont really understand the reasoning behind Calliope being somehow younger than Atreus in those AU's other than that she was a child when she died, but if she lived she would've been an adult by the time he was born. I also think Kratos would've trained the girls, because you know he ain't letting his little Spartan girl NOT learn how to use a weapon, & he wants to help Pandora be self sufficient as well

I think Calliope is miserable in the cold Norway weather & is like "Father why couldn't we have stayed in Egypt or moved to Rome 😩". She likes that mild Greek weather. I imagine she has some kind of power relating to speech and words and has a way of speaking to people, & she's good at reciting poetry & history. I think she'd get along REALLY well with Faye and Mimir for this as well

For Pandora living with Kratos + Faye as well I always think of that scene in Easy A where Olive's little brother brings up that he's adopted & the dad is like

That scene but with Kratos in a deadpan tone dhtudtg5. (The scene is even complete with a strawberry blonde mom & auburn haired sibling fbdhfts). And by God we need all the girls together I LOVE them. You know Atreus's sisters would be teasing him about Angie lmfao

[thaidakar-is-hot]

I don't feel like being flowery this morning.

Canonically, the Wrynn family ends with Anduin, who seems incapable of attracting a woman to marry him and bear his kids. I don't blame him; the mans fucked up.

In MY lore, the Wrynns have a branching line, as Varian remarried and had two more children. Let's talking about that.

Shortly before the events of Cataclysm, Varian met Kayleigh, a commoner down on her luck who nearly drowned during a horrific hurricane in front of the keep. I won't go into all the details but he fell in love with her and vice versa.

Kayleigh bore Olivia Wrynn, the Wrynn families first daughter. Eight years pass (Remember my lore is stretched out, Pandaria took a very long time.) and Kayleigh has another child, a son this time, named Torstan. (Varian named Olivia, and Kayleigh, Torstan, who is named after her father.)

Olivia (And to an even greater extent, Torstan.) is just like her father. Headstrong, precocious, she was spoiled and was never trained in the running of a kingdom, as the family line was to go to Anduin. She was just seen as another child, and the prized Princess of Stormwind. She loved learning to fight and was naturally gifted at stealth. During the events of Pandaria and Anduin's injury, she actually attempted to sneak into SI:7 to find out what the hell happened, as the family couldn't get a communication out. (Dw, Shaw finds her. She isn't THAT good.) With thick dark brown hair and high cheek bones she's the spitting, if far more feminine, image of her father.

Anduin loves his siblings and is very excited at both of them being born. He was 13 when Olivia was born, so quite the age gap between them, and even older when Torstan was. (Worth noting that Kayleigh and Varian are only 3 years apart.)

Anyways, years pass. Varian dies at the hands of the Legion, leaving a widow (Who goes from being Queen to Lady.), two sons and a daughter behind. Anduin takes the throne, and through various events grows more and mroe diallusioned, finally abandoning the throne after his ordeal at the hands of…whatever The Jailer was. My lore does really go into Shadowlands, but I had to include this as I enjoy the final act of this arc of Anduin's life.

Turalyon took the throne as regent for two years, but after two years and still no sign of Anduin, he tells the royal family a Wrynn must sit on the throne, and the only one it could be was Olivia.

Who was PISSED. She was never raised to be Queen, she wanted nothing to do with the appointment, and in a fit of rage, she runs out during a storm to scream into the wind at her fathers memorial. (It's such a good setting, I love this place.)

But she handles it well. Meets a Kul Tirin noble named Aiden, whom she marries, and has two children, a boy and a girl by him.

Worth noting that prior to his disappearance, Anduin was also busy; the human heart is a very interesting thing that, in times of great stress, can lie to you. He thought himself very in love with a beautiful barmaid named Rosaline, who in turn thought herself in love. He asked her to marry him, and of course she said yes.

Trouble is, neither were really a good fit for each other. Anduin disappeared, and Rosaline was left pregnant. Oh dear.

She of course gives birth to the legitimate heir to the throne, Elaine Wrynn (Placeholder name for now but I like it.) who, like most of the Wrynns, carries the trademark dark brown hair. (Whom he probably got from his mother.)

Now, I don't want to get into my bonds. The Planore bonds of the Wrynn family are drama onto themselves, especially Marcus, who loves Anduin like a brother and best friend. But he falls for Rosaline, who falls for him in turn, and they marry. Oh dear. Anduin's best friend marries his fiancee? What else can be done to his mind?

When Anduin is returned to them, Olivia feels very resentful that she was left to take over the throne while Anduin, wrecked and destroyed. (This happens PRIOR to the radiant echoes line, btw.) is coddled by her mother, who sees him like a son.)

It leads to a pretty decent fight between the two of them. I think my favorite image of the stuff I've written is when Torstan returns from adventuring on the Dragon Isles. He's built like a tank and looks just like his father, wears his hair the same way, but he's obviously youthful. Anduin, returning from a walk with Kayleigh, believes him to be his father at first glance, and shouts his surprise.

Only to be embarrassed that it is, in fact, his half brother.

Anduin never heals but he does grow stronger, through methods I'm still working out, and we deal with the questline we're working with today.

I haven't written the Wrynns in AWHILE. Anduin running away from his responsibilities really soured me to the character, but I've warmed to him, especially upon reading this:

So yeah. The only issue I'm having is finding Varian's voice upon flashbacks and other magical bullshit, but I'll get there. I haven't written my favorite in so long. Still sucks he's fucking dead.

[sbrown82]

Wow i'm a longtime Stones fan and i knew maybe 5% of what went on between Mick Jagger and Marsha hunt. this was really shocking Also can't believe she had to clean peoples houses because he didn't want to pay her. he really was a jerk to her and didn't respect her. she deserved so much better than how she was treated. i'm shocked she did not sue him and bianca Jagger for defamation she wouldve been well within her right to after all they said about her publicly to the media #TeamMarsha

Yeah, I don't think most people know the real story about them! I mean, I was also pretty stunned to hear some of the things he did. to her. Now y'all finally get to see how much of a piece of shit Mick Jagger really was. Not sure if Marsha would admit it, but Mick wasn't just mean, he was...abusive (emotionally and financially). I think he just wanted to hit it and somewhere in between caught feelings, and when he got bored and uninterested, especially when he got with his new bitch Bianca, he dropped her. He made the whole world believe she was some gold digging ho out to ruin his marriage and get his money, and that wasn't the case at all. Like, he completely deserted her and forced her to raise the child HE asked for on her own. Any yes, having a baby father who's a millionaire while you're cleaning people's houses and collecting food stamps is absolutely CRAZY. Sis was waaaaay too nice (probably because I think she really loved him) but I would've put PAWS on his monkey ass AND his wife who liked to pop a lot of shit too.

[jmagnabo92]

Prongsfoot Microfics - 24 Calm

@prongsfoot-microfic

“You have to be fucking kidding me, Si,” James yells, angrily.  He’d only been back alive and reunited with Sirius for probably an hour, but he’d spent most of that hour about to lose his mind.

He had demanded to know why Harry was only just brought over from the Dursleys (as James refused to enter the house without him) and why Sirius hadn’t been the one to raise him.  The explanation of what happened (and Sirius’ fugitive status) had been outlined vaguely enough that James got the gist, and he was angry.  Well, angry was a misnomer.  Pissed off was a better and more accurate description.

“How could Dumbledore do this to you – both of you, either of you – who gave him the right?” James demands.  

“Dumbledore only did what was right – if you should blame anyone, you should blame Sirius,” the redheaded woman that James couldn’t be bothered to remember her name says.  “And you need to calm down, you’re scaring the children.”

“Stay out of this lady – if you honestly think what Dumbledore’s done to my son and husband is okay or acceptable in any way, you’re part of the problem,” James retorts, not taking his eyes off Sirius and Harry.

Sirius flinches and Harry looks confused.

“Husband?” Harry questions.  “You – what?”

It’s that innocent and confused question that actually calms him.  Harry deserved better than this from his father’s first return.  

James takes a deep breath.  “I guess you didn’t tell him.”

“There was never a right time – you can’t say something like that in a letter and I wanted it to be a conversation we had when it was just the two of us,” Sirius says, looking around pointedly.  Unfortunately, they both know the group around them has no intention of leaving.  Sirius looks at Harry, “James and Lily never married.  James and I married.  Lily was our surrogate.  We had a small wedding and there were very few people in attendance.  When Lily got pregnant for us, everyone assumed that she was a Potter, and we didn’t correct them.  I was already a big target because of most of my family.  And I didn’t want to risk that endangering James, Lily or you, when you came along.  So, we pretended that it was James and Lily that married rather me and James.”

Harry seems to search his eyes for a second, as if trying to determine if he’s telling the truth before looking at James.  “I guess that explains some things.”

“I know it was a bad decision, now, to have you during the war, but we just wanted to some happiness hold onto and you – you were the best thing about the war.”  James gives him a small smile.  “I am sorry that you didn’t get to find out under better circumstances.”

“Story of my life,” Harry jokes.  “Still, that does explain why I had no problem seeing Sirius – er – dad – Pads – as a father figure.”

Sirius grins, “I liked knowing that that bond was still there.”

“And now, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but first, I’m getting my husband freed.”

Sirius laughs, “Good Luck with that.”

[kidge-planet]

Kidge headcanon part 15: Pidge's third pregnancy! ( last part of the pregnancy headcanons!)

TW: ANGST

(A/N: Before you start reading this, I just wanted you to know that I wrote this with three houres of sleep... well, maybe less. But I really wanted to write that for you guys, I love writting Kidge for people to read it because Kidge is amazing and kidgers too. My point is; if this headcanon seem a little rushed or just seem a little weird, im sorry, I did my best with my last brain cells functioning lol. I still hope you will enjoy it! Nah, because I wrote it for you despite of sleeping so I really hope you like it at least a lil 😂)

This time, they wanted the baby before she got pregnant: it had been 5 years since Pidge's last pregnancy so their oldest, Kayden was now 7 and Anaïs, their lil girly was 5.

Pidge was looking back to some old baby pics of their kids and looking at their baby tshirts and stuffs. She would get emotional.

One night, the family had a movie night: Pidge and Keith were in the couch as the two kids were laying in the ground (with some pillows).

During the movies, Keith and Pidge would have that talk:

Pidge: they're so adorable...

Keith: I mean, you're the mother, I wouldn't expect less.

Pidge: you're right, I'm adorable. Anyways, I still feel like something is missing...

Keith: what do you mean?

Pidge: a third one.

Keith:

Keith: are you telling me you're pregnant?..

Pidge: no-

They then (at the end of the movie) had a talk about having another kid.

They both liked the idea so, since then, they tried to have a baby whenever they could.

They tried. And tried....

Then Pidge started to feel nauseous every mornings! Yay!

She did the test when Keith wasn't there and decided to surprise him.

father's day was in a few days. PERFECT.

During father's day, the kids gave Keith their handmade's gifts. Pidge aprauched:

Pidge: I also have a surprise for you.

Keith: really? What is it?..

Pidge: open that and discover it. *She handed him a little box*

Keith: *takes the little box and open it. In the box, their was a small tshirt with "happy father's day" written on it*

Keith:

Keith: ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU'RE PREGNANT?!

Pidge: probably-

He jumped on her and held her close, this made him SO happy.

The kids were still here:

Kayden understood what was happening very quickly.

But Anaïs had no clue...

Anaïs: mama... I don't think that shirt would fit daddy... He is way too big for it...

Pidge explained what was happening to Anaïs.

Anaïs was very happy! She will be a big sister. SHE CAN'T WAIT FOR IT AND SHE WANTS TO TAKE CARE OF THE BABY.

Kayden was also very happy but wasn't as exited as Anaïs. ( she was jumping everywhere and asking a thousand questions...) Kayden just came around and hugged his mother. He was glad that his family was going to get bigger and he will protect his future sibling with his life ( he is already very protective of his lil sis when some other kids try to annoy her. He would always protect her.)

Anaïs would daily ask when the baby is coming. When she understood that she'll have to wait nine month, she pouted and said that it was unfair.

Pidge had morning sicknesses. WORSE then the last times... She was pinned to her bed and could barely eat or move.

When she felt better, she invited her family for dinner.

They had a nice time together but then Anaïs came to Colleen:

Anaïs: Nonna! Did you know that mommy had a baby in her tummy?

Colleen along with Sam, Matt and N7 raised their eyes towards Pidge.

Pidge: well. That's a way to put it, yes. But I swear I was about to tell you... But She did first.

Colleen wasn't expecting her daughter to have another kid. She rushed to her Katie and looked like a fangirl.

Sam got emotional, AGAIN.

And Matt. Well, he gave a hug to Pidge ( happy that he was about the be "the best uncle of the universe" a third time) and then hugged his brother in law too. ( Colleen hugs Keith too).

Shiro, again, was so PROUD. He was already fan of Kayden and Anaïs, always melting at how cute they were. He was also collecting theire drawings ( Shiro also adopted twins but I'll talk about them in another headcanon;) ).

Hunk, because he is still the cinnamon roll of the team, will again give them a warm hug and ask the kids ( so kidge's kids and shurtis's kids...) If they wanted to help him to bake a cake to celebrate. They obviously agreed.

Lance, again happy, and again couldn't help but tease...

Lance: wow, so you guys really don't know what a condom is?..

Anaïs: what's a condom, uncle Lance?

Pidge and Keith: *death stare*

Coran, well, as always, not surprised. Galrans have a lot of kids in there lifes. But he still mentioned that he was happy and that Allura would also be.

Krolia, happy, three grandkids. Now, she has to wait for Pidge to get pregnant of the 27 other kids. ( she told everyone about Pidge's pregnancy. Like on every planets she goes, she would go to random people and tell them: "you know, I'm the grandma of two kids. AND I'm going to be the grandma of a third one. Then, of 30 ones... But in the future!"

Kolivan is like "great." But he is still very proud of Keith and happy for the family. ( that because, just like Krolia and Coran, he expectes them to have way more kids in there lifes.)

After 5 month of pregnancy, Pidge did an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok with the baby.

But something seemed wrong... The doctor mentioned that the baby seemed to have a strange development... But his vitals were still good. They couldn't explain what they were seeing...

That really worried the couple. Pidge had to do more tests but non of them resulted to something.

They went back home, it was very silent. They were both worried and sad.

Pidge just went to bed while Keith cuddled her. He knew that it wasn't the moment to talk about it, she was completely destroyed and anxious.

The next day, they talked. If the baby had any problem, they would do anything them. They already love them so much and would never give up. They were still exited about having another family member and that will never change. They are ready for anything.

Pregnancy cravings are HORRIBLE this time. She eats for ten people.

She took weight and feels bad about it. When she sees other womens ( especially Romelle, Acxa and Veronica) she feels like she is horrible. She can't even look at herself in the mirror and she feels like Keith wouldn't like her like that. That she won't desire her anymore.

Keith explains her that she is overthinking. That the fact that she took weight doesn't make her less pretty. In fact, she is pretties to him. He would end up telling her every things he loves about her. She now feels a little better.

Anaïs and Kayden take great care of their mother.

Her water broke one month before the supposed birth date... The cramps were worse then it has ever been.

They were at Shiro's house when it happened. And everyone was there ( Lance, Hunk, Shay, Coran, Romelle, Veronica, Acxa the kids and Curtis) they were having dinner all together.

Pidge started to feel weird, then cramps started and everyone got worried because it seemed to get worse every time.

Eventually, Hunk and Shay took the kids in a walk while she gets better because she was literally screaming of pain and they obviously didn't want the kids to see that...

Then her water broke.

Keith, Lance and Shiro drove her to the hospital.

Arrived in the delivery room, the doctors had worried expressions. That worried Keith and the others too.

They immediately told her that she will have to push. Now.

Keith came to her side as the others left the room.

She looked at him with teary eyes:

Pidge: I don't think I will make it, Keith... I'm so sorry...

He stayed silent a moment, trying to understand what she meant.

Keith: what are you talking about?! You will do it! You've been through this and you did great!

Pidge: Keith, I'm so tired. I don't feel like what is going to happen is going to be good... if I don't make it, take care of our kids... Tell them every days that their mother loves them so much. I love you, you know that?

Keith: don't you say that! You're going to be ok! I know you will!

She shed a tear before she started to push.

Her words break Keith's heart but he had to be strong for her. Besides, he knew she would make it.

After a long moment of pushing, the nurse had the baby in her her arms... But he wasn't crying.

Then, Keith looked at pidge. She had he eyes closed and seemed like she had stopped breathing. The beeps that resouned in the room became faster and doctors jumped on her.

Keith felt like the world had stopped. He couldn't hear, couldn't move, couldn't talk. He only could see her and the doctors around her.

Then, he doesn't remember anything before he wakes up in an hospital bed with Krolia next to him.

He immediately jumped to know where pidge or the baby were.

Keith: WHERE IS SHE ?! IS SHE OK? WHAT ABOUT THE KID?

Krolia placed a hand on his shoulder.

Krolia: the baby is ok. It's a little boy, congratulations.

Keith looked at Krolia for a while, trying to process.

Keith: and Katie?! What about her?!

Krolia: she should be fine. But, she almost... Died. The doctors were able to save her and the baby. But she is still asleep... Doctors says that she might stay like that for a while. No one knows when she'll wake up. They called it a "coma".

Keith froze.

Keith: I need to see her.

Keith saw Pidge. She was laying in an hospital bed, looking like she fought for her life.

He sat next to her and couldn't help but cry.

Keith then met his son, Thomas. He looked more galran than his siblings, even more than Keith, actually... Maybe that's why this pregnancy was harder... That why she almost...

Keith blamed him self.

He, along with the Holts took care of the baby and the kids while pidge was recovering.

They were visiting her every days, praying for her.

But a few weeks later, she finally woke up.

I let you imagine the release that Keith felt when he saw her eyes opened and that she was moving.

He hugged her, making sure to not hurt her.

She remembers almost everything. She just doesn't remember the part where she delivered.

When she got back home, everyone would make sure she is comfortable. And everyone would love baby Thomas, even after all that happened, he was loved and safe.

After months, she recovered and they decided to never have a baby again ( RIP Krolia).

Anyways, everything came back to normal and the family loved the smoll Thomas.

again, sorry if this is short, I did my best to correct my mistakes and all. I also wanted to inform you that the next headcanon like this will be "Pidge and her period" because you voted for it and I think I can write funny and fluff stuffs with that prompt! after that, I will do the headcanons about the kids and then, on my planing, I have to write a fic that had been asked moth ago... so I think I have a good planing! ( on my list, I have 11 fics to write with a few comissions...)

ANYWAYS! I hope you liked that serie of headcanons ( pregnancy ones...) I'll keep going with the kidge headcanons but you have to know that I write them only when something comes to my mind so rn, I don't have anything... I mean, It often comes when im trying to sleep so... ALRIGHT, IM TIRED HIBUTUOHNTHTSHSIOTHNS GOOD NIGH AMAZING PPL!!!!!!!!!!

Don't forget to "kidge" A LOT.

[princkleeatscookies]

personal cookie run headcanons!! :0

My drawing tablet's arriving soon so I guess I'll have to share some of my personal headcanons in cookie run as promised (most of them are clotted cream cookie's,,,, ehehe-)

admittedly, it's a pretty "short" list but I will update this once I thought up with new ones :>c without further ado, let's start those headcanons~! ٩(⊙‿⊙)۶

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- Clotted Cream Cookie owns a stuffed teddy bear/jelly bear as a gift from his mom from childhood / v \ He still holds onto it to this day and doesn't want to admit that he still owns that due to embarrassment ahaha.. He hides it in his room (specifically under one of the pillows in his bed) and pulls it out whenever he was having such a hard time

- Clotted Cream Cookie doesn't know modern slang or anything that Cookies around his age do for fun in the casual. He was raised in a much higher-class so he was only taught proper manners and eloquence. If he was exposed to such stuff, he'll be extremely confused or fascinated and wanted to mimic it himself (basically he's a young boomer lmao, but he is learning~!)

- Clotted Cream Cookie is a bit of a book nerd, as he always reads books (ranging from fantasy books to history books) during his leisure time. He also has his own reading area in his room!

- He never shows it to anyone, but Clotted Cream Cookie is surprisingly vocally talented (in other words, HE CAN SING-). Though he never does sing in front of anyone because he's self-conscious ahaha. He usually sings alone whenever he's in his room or during work aaa,, though Financier Cookie did hear a little bit of it (although it was very faint and didn't believe it was Clotted Cream Cookie at first) (uhuhuhu this is just me inserting the "secretly vocally talented but is too afraid to show it in front of anyone" hc ;v;)

- I'd imagine Clotted Cream Cookie to be around in either in his early 20s or just about to turn 20 (19 years old)

- Clotted Cream Cookie does have a biological father... but let's just say he isn't in the picture anymore, although Clotted Cream Cookie is very much traumatized. not gonna elaborate on that due to how dark it is. (well not yet at least)

ok that's enough Clotted Cream Cookie headcanons for this post HHSDSJDFDK let's continue~!

- Espresso Cookie and Affogato Cookie are related as brothers, but they have long been since separated each other. They don't even know if they know of each other's existence as brothers, but Affogato Cookie does recognizes Espresso Cookie a bit and has a soft spot for him, just a little bit. (I'd like to imagine that only some of the coffee cookies are indeed related to each other. not all but some.)

- Financier Cookie being a big sis to, not just the orphan cookies, but to other cookies as well ehehe (Kouign-Amann Cookie and, to a lesser extent, my cookie run oc for example)

- There were a lot of times where Licorice Cookie kinda regrets being in the Cookies of Darkness All he ever wanted is some sort of validation.. He had no other option after all. He wanted to turn to the good side but Licorice Cookie just believes there's no way for him to be good. I mean, Licorice Cookie isn't all that evil- He's just now trapped on his own decision.

- Cream Puff Cookie sometimes visits the shore to play with Peppermint Cookie during her days in the Parfaedia Institute. Though ever since she became an alumna and busied herself with studying her magic further, alongside protecting the city. She never had time to visit the shore, Which made Peppermint Cookie a little sad.

- I'd like to see that Madeleine Cookie and Financier Cookie are a little bit older than Clotted Cream Cookie (maybe 24 or 25 respectively)

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【☆】 ★ 【☆】 ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ 【☆】 ★ 【☆】 I think that's it for now ahdshasd, I told you this is gonna be a short list, ;v; thank you if you read this far ~! I'll probably think of some stuff but for now, here's the current list this definitely tells that Clotted Cream Cookie is my favorite character lololol

notes:

fun fact, the bit about Clotted Cream Cookie being secretly talented at singing and is reluctant to sing in front of everyone is based on the crk 2nd anniversary stream where his eng va, aaron dismuke (aka miyuki shirogane in kaguya-sama love is war s1-s2 and william james moriarty in moriarty the patriot), was asked to sing in-character but he straight up refuses HAHSHSAHD

the last headcanon was based on the drawing I saw on twitter where young Madeleine Cookie disturbed baby Clotted Cream Cookie. In the drawing, Madeleine Cookie was depicted to be a kid and Clotted Cream Cookie being a baby Which means that Madeleine Cookie is older than Clotted Cream Cookie and I just personally find it both cute and hilarious

The bit where I mentioned my cookie run oc... I might reveal it here on tumblr sometime. But not right now.

once again, thank you guys so much for reading these stupid headcanons of mine ahahsdhsd

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(sigo sin ganas de escribir nada pero al menos puedo publicar esto)

Un fanart de la versión de Guinevere de @ultravioletqueen , pero está vez como la "amante" de Lancelot, les presento a Ginebra "Ginny" Cameliard, media hermana de Jennifer.

Prácticamente para crear el diseño ultravioet y yo pusimos absolutamente TODO lo contrario a la Loli Guinevere, ¿Tiene el pelo largo? Pues Ginny lo tiene corto¿Pelo negro? Pelo castaño¿Edad cuestionable? Ginny es un año mayor que Lancelot¿No respeta el espacio personal y en general es insufrible? Pues Ginny es más bien alguien que nisiquiera inicia el contacto por si cuenta, por si habilidad de ver el futuro es alguien muy asustadiza y temerosa, está en un estado constante de "pelea o huye" y más con el reino del caos respirandole en la nuca, por lo que no se permite ser como la Loli del canon.

En términos de historia vendría siendo esto(según ultraviolet): su padre es un vidente muy famoso que la tuvo con la reina de Carmelide después de que Camelot cayera, pero cuando vio el futuro que le esperaba a su hija huyó de ahí y la crío lo más lejos posible de su familiar a real.

Ella ya conoce a Lancelot desde que el estaba con Jericho, y en general son bastantes amigos(por lo mismo está Ginebra no quiere decirle a Lancelot de su futuro como "amantes" porque cree que arruinara su amistad, sin saber que Lancelot ya lo sabe pero bueno, detalles)

Por lo mismo cuando si padre desaparece Ginny va en busca de Lancelot por ayuda, lo que le pase lo decidiremos cuando avance la historia de 4kota, pero probablemente se desarolle más su relación con Lancelot, no lo sé.

Ojalá les guste

A fanart of @ultravioletqueen's version of Guinevere, but this time as Lancelot's "lover", I present Guinevere "Ginny" Cameliard, Jennifer's half-sister.

Practically to create the design ultraviolet and I put absolutely EVERYTHING opposite to Loli Guinevere, does she have long hair? Well, Ginny has short ,black hair? Brown hair, Questionable age? Ginny is a year older than Lancelot, Doesn't respect personal space and is generally insufferable? Well, Ginny is rather someone who doesn't even initiate contact on her own, because her ability to see the future is someone very scared and fearful, she is in a constant state of "fight or flight" and more with the kingdom of chaos breathing into her neck, so it is not allowed to be like the Loli of the canon.

In terms of history it would be this (according to ultraviolet): her father is a very famous seer who had her with the queen of Carmelide after Camelot fell, but when she saw the future that awaited her daughter, she fled from there and raised her as far as possible from her family of the royalty .

She already knows Lancelot since he was with Jericho, and in general they are quite a few friends (which is why Guinevere doesn't want to tell Lancelot about their future as "lovers" because she thinks it will ruin their friendship, not knowing that Lancelot already knows it but hey, details)

For the same reason, when her father disappears, Ginny goes looking for Lancelot for help, what happens to her will be decided when 4kota's story progresses, but her relationship with Lancelot will probably develop further, I don't know.

I hope you like it

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liv i’m incredibly noisy so i’m gonna ask 👀👀👀 what did you came out as to your parents? 🫢 also i’m glad they were supporting! i’m sad about the grandparent but i understand cause for me the people close to me know apart from my father 👀

Hello my darling! My parents are not around so I dodged that bullet (terrible joke, I know 🫣🤣) I was raised by my grandma and we’re actually pretty close but she doesn’t even dream about my sexual preferences and let’s keep it that way lmao

There are two main reasons why I’ve never had this conversation beyond her mild conservative views. The first is that my sister might come out as aro/ace at some point and I don’t wanna add more stress on them both! I know that my grandma is intrigued by the fact that she’s never dated anyone (she thinks my poor sis is just hiding her boyfriends lol) and I wanna give them room to discuss that without adding my own piece of news.

Second reason is that I’ve been in a relationship with a man for a long time and I wonder how beneficial it would be if I came out as bisexual. I reckon she’d be more worried about how solid/ healthy my marriage is than with the label itself which is a small comfort but I also know that non-monogamous relationships are still a hard concept for older generations to grasp and in her case I think she’d really struggle to accept that we are happy this way. I’ve made my peace with that, tbh this is not something I feel the need to disclose because her knowing or not doesn’t really change my daily life but it might affect our relationship. I’ve been living abroad for the past 5 years so if anything she would probably stress about me getting a divorce and being all alone in another country 🥹

Do you plan on coming out to your dad at some point? If so, I’m sending positive thoughts and hoping it goes well! Thanks for the ask xo