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Make Him A Mommy (Peacemaker Fanfic)

(AN: This is on AO3 but since I don’t use it anymore because that sight is garbage I’m putting it here. Completely self indulgent garbage but like Tumblr gets the better version because I tweaked it two align with some Season 2 factors. Idk. Enjoy. Somebody had to do it and the only other Adrian Getting Pregnant fic is centered around Vigilmaker so like. Yeah. Don’t know if I’m gonna post chapter 2 with season 2 right around the corner)

Summary: Before Goff/Eek Stack Ik Ik’s inevitable death of starvation, she leaves a little parting gift for Adrian.

Her fate was inevitable. With the cow destroyed and her people defeated, total extinction was near.

It had been days since the human, Christopher Smith, otherwise known as Peacemaker, had given her the last of the sweet amber fluid and with the cow destroyed there was nothing left to sustain herself. She was going to starve to death.

So with the last of her energy, she decided that she was going to leave one final mark for her people. With the very little remaining strength she had left, she flew from Peacemaker’s trailer to the home of one Adrian Chase, who was also known by few as Vigilante. She had left him a final message, dipping her foreleg in pen ink from a random pen Peacemaker had laying around, using it to make out a message on a discarded napkin he had in his kitchenette area, right next to his bong where she knew he’d find it eventually.

She then waited and watched by Adrian’s mother’s house, waiting until exactly 10:30pm for Adrian’s car to pull up. The man was wearing his busboy uniform and looked absolutely exhausted. He mumbled under his breath about how he couldn’t wait for his day off and that he should be out shooting bad guys with Peacemaker. When he unlocked the door, she quietly followed him inside, making sure to keep herself hidden until they were both in his basement/bedroom. She managed to hide behind his dresser, waiting patiently to make her move.

-

Adrian tiredly undressed himself, not even bothering to put on pajama pants even though he usually hated sleeping in just his boxers. Several of his co workers had called off, claiming that they had the flu, so the restaurant was severely under staffed and he had worked a twelve hour shift by himself.

“Sick with the flu my ass… I’m not stupid, I know why everyone called off, it’s April 20th..” he mumbled as he collapsed onto his bed. He barely had enough energy to take his glasses off and put them in his glasses case, on his nightstand. But he couldn’t afford to misplace or break another pair so he managed to sit up for a little longer and do it anyways.

It had been so long since he had kicked some ass with Peacemaker, he had barely seen him and he wasn’t returning any of his calls and Adrian was too busy with work to swing by his place and ask what was up.

Economos hadn’t been seen much since he went back to work for ARGUS. Everyone had tried to sway him from going back, but Economos insisted that he had no other options and it was way too late for him to start over and find another job, so he was going to stick with what he knew but he promised that he’d try to keep in touch unless he got to busy. It didn’t stop Adrian from calling him and texting him every day.

Harcourt was still in the hospital doing physical therapy. Her injuries were pretty bad and it was a miracle that she even survived. She had spent the last few months in the hospital, struggling to learn how to walk again. He couldn’t visit her as often as he wanted to, but he did drop off some feel better cards he had gotten from the dollar tree.

Adebayo visited occasionally to check on Harcourt before moving back near the Evergreen area. She had moved to Central City with her wife and dogs for a short while. She wanted a low maintenance life where they’d be safe but she had moved back to the area due to some disagreements with her wife and now they were currently on the rocks. He still didn’t see much of her though, since she was currently trying to figure herself out.

It left Adrian feeling lonely. No one had responded to his messages in the 11th Street Kids group chat in a week, everyone else busy with their own lives.

Adrian laid on his side and sighed. Maybe one day they’d all be back together again, saving the world from another alien invasion or kicking the shit out of some skinhead assholes. He yawned and closed his eyes.

He silently hoped for something big to happen. Something that would reunite the 11th Street Kids.

-

She waited until Adrian had fallen into a deep sleep. It was currently two in the morning and Adrian was sprawled out on his bed, laying flat on back, covers thrown to the floor due to being such an aggressive sleeper. His arm was covering his eyes. Now was her moment to strike.

She flew over to his bed and delicately placed herself on his bare stomach, making sure that she was placed exactly above his navel. A tube like appendage extended from her abdomen and plunged itself into Adrian’s navel. Adrien jolted awake with a gasp but quickly went back down, his eyes fluttering shut. That would be the numbing agent working its magic.

It had been an experiment in progress but before they could actually get results, everyone had to focus on moving the cow, which ultimately led to their demise.

Her people had tried to come up with an alternative to repopulate, to grow their forces. She had a few fertilized eggs left from their home planet and the plan was to see if they could grow in a human body, to see if they could develop the likeness and characteristics of humans, with the ability to survive off of human food while possessing the advanced strength and agility of a butterfly.

With life draining from her body, she steadily pumped the eggs into Adrian, hoping that at least one would attach itself to him, that one would grow and survive to be the final mark of her people.

Adrian was the perfect candidate. The human didn’t know it yet or was just too stupid to realize it, but his body was remarkable. She was pretty sure that he was what humans called a meta human. She had learned about them when she was using Senator Ryland Goff as a vessel. Adrian was a complete idiot and she knew that he wasn’t the sanest of people. But his body was all she needed.

Peacemaker was originally her first choice but Adrian had an amazing healing factor. She had noticed it when he was walking just fine right after she had partially severed his toe. He had been majorly concussed and shot but he still walked around just fine. He could still fight and protect himself even when he was severely injured which made him the perfect candidate.

Plus, when she was trapped in the jar listening to his inane questions, he expressed the desire to experience motherhood, and that only sealed his fate. So in a way, she was making his wish come true. And with how many times she electrocuted him in his nether regions when they first met mixed the fact that he was a mentally insane weirdo who couldn’t get a girlfriend, this was probably the only way he’d ever have kids, so in a way she was really doing him a favor.

In any other instance, she would have just crawled into his mouth to take over his body, but she was far too weak and if he had woken up, he surely would have caught on and crushed her in the attempt, killing both her and the last remaining eggs. This was for the best.

And with her job finished, Queen Eek Stack Ik Ik used what little strength she had left, to fly herself into the woods behind Peacemaker’s Trailer, passing on with one final hope that at least a small piece of her race would go on to survive.

-

Adrian felt like crap. His stomach was sore and he felt dizzy. Maybe the flu was being passed around at work and his co workers didn’t call off to get stoned all day.

He dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom, where he proceeded to hug the toilet bowl for a good ten minutes, hurling his guts out. When he had finished, he went to the sink to rinse his mouth out, only to notice something off. His navel area had a red circle around it.

That wasn’t there yesterday. Maybe it was just a mosquito bite. He shrugged it off and went back to his bedroom to get ready for the day. He had taken some old appliances from his job that were to going to be thrown out to use as target practice and he wasn’t going to let a little stomach bug stop him from blowing off some steam.

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Actually I’ll do it anyways @syntaxgardenstudios is a racist ass bitch

Stop inviting white people to the “cookout” for the bare minimum when black people were literally slaughtered for drinking out of their water fountains. They killed us for literally wanting to live amongst them. We had to fight tooth and nail for them to legally consider us people and to just exist in spaces with them and they still don’t want us anywhere near them.

Kyle from Utah doesn’t deserve to be invited to the cookout just because he can rap a stupid ass Eminem verse.

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Blood and Tears (OW Fanfic)(Cassidy x Reyes)

(AN: This fic is on AO3 but I’m not planning on using that anymore so I’m transferring all my fanfics onto this account. Probably won’t update them, but if I do it’ll be on here instead. Starting with this one because it’s one chapter)

(Synopsis Synopsis: After having a secret love affair, Cole Cassidy was knocked up by his commander, Gabriel Reyes. He never got the chance to tell Reyes that he was going to be a father after Talon attacked base and Reyes was believed to be KIA. Now after tackling single parenthood and being recalled into action, a familiar presence starts popping up.)

(Notes: Since Overwatch can’t seem to figure out its own Timeline I made my own in this fanfic because I’m not going to figure all of this own and try to untangle all of this. Cole will be 25 at the start, Reyes will be 38, their age gap is 13 years, a year after their daughter’s birth Overwatch gets disbanded and it’s disbanded for a decade Cassidy will be 35, Reyes will be 48. That’s the basics, I’m done with it.

Reyes also isn’t a willing traitor in this fanfic. I won’t say too much but I decided to change that too.)

-

“You know, you aren’t going to be able to hide it for forever. You’re already 13 weeks along.” Angela said, sipping her cup of coffee. “And everyone is already suspicious as to why they haven’t seen you smoking or drinking, you might as well come clean”

Cole let out a deep sigh as he kicked his feet, having perched himself on the examination cot Angela had him laying on for his ultrasound over twenty five minutes ago.

“I just don’t feel ready yet” he huffed. “Every time I try to work up the nerve to tell Reyes, he looks at me with those eyes and I just chicken out.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And I’m not ready to be taken out the field.” He then looked at Angela “And what if we get in trouble ? There has to be some code against getting your soldiers pregnant when you’re a commander”

“Well you have to come clean at some point. You’re already starting to show.” Angela hummed. “It’s best you just get it over with.”

“Luckily I’ve been able to pass it off as a beer belly, and too much food and all.” Cole said, resting a hand on his tiny swell of a bump. “Moira’s comments on it still cut like a damn knife though.”

“If you break the news, I’m sure we can all figure out how to tell Jack and we can all figure out how not to get you in trouble.” Angela said, sitting her coffee cup next to the journal. “But you just have to tell Reyes first”

“I know I know, I’ll tell him by the end of the day I swear on it.” He said holding his hands up. “Now can I go now or are you gonna keep houndin’ me ?”

“Have you been taking your prenatal vitamins?” Angela asked.

“Every day, like you said.” Cole said, not mentioning that he did indeed might have forgotten to take them this morning.

“And what about your caffeine intake ? Have you cut down ?” Angela asked

“One cup of coffee a day, decaf.” Cole replied, not mentioning that he fact that he might have had two cups today, that definitely weren’t decaf.

“You are a terrible liar Cassidy.” Angela said, shaking her head. “You’re going to need to start shaping up soon, for the sake of you and your baby.”

“I know, I know…” Cole said before staring at the ceiling. “It just feel strange that’s all.”

“Just promise me that you will tell Reyes about your condition by the end of the night, don’t make me have to break the oath just because you’re too scared to tell him.” Angela pleaded.

“Alright, I promise that I’ll tell him !” Cole said before getting off the table. “Can I go now ?”

“You can go now.” Angela nodded, watching as Cole sauntered out of the room.

Cole just hoped that he could work up the nerve to tell him.

-

Cole stared as Reyes ate his dinner, a real treat tonight, roasted chicken and rice. Genji sat next to him, sipping a cup of green tea. Moira was absent for dinner, as she usually was. Cole had opted for the second option, beef stew, since the smell of the chicken had made his stomach turn.

Cole took a deep breath and cleared his throat, which made both Genji and Reyes look up at him.

“Uh, jefe ?” Cole asked, his voice cracking a little. “Can we talk after dinner ? It’s kinda important.”

“I wonder what you screwed up this time” Genji said, in an attempt to make a joke. He was getting better at socializing with the team, but his joke still sounded harsh when coming from a scary cyborg with piercing red eyes.

“I’ll make time after dinner” Reyes said with a huff as he went back to his food. Cole stiffened up and absentmindedly put a hand on his stomach underneath the table. This was it. He was finally going to tell Reyes that he was pregnant. He was going to bite the bullet and tell him.

Cole took small bites of his beef stew, not really having an appetite. It felt as if his stomach was in knots and his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

Would Reyes be pissed off ? Most likely. Would they be able to figure it out ? He didn’t know. Would Reyes even want the baby ?

All of these questions raced through his mind as he started to panic slightly, that he didn’t notice that Reyes had finished his food until he suddenly spoke.

“Walk with me cowboy” Reyes said, in that deep husky voice that Cole couldn’t resist. Cole abandoned the last few swallows of his stew and stood up to follow Reyes out to the hallway.

It was silent for a few minutes, as they continued to walk down the long stretch of hallway until Reyes broke the silence.

“So what do you need to tell me ?” Reyes asked, not even glancing at him. Cole froze.

This was it. He was going to tell him the truth.

“Well I..” he stopped as Reyes stopped in his tracks to look at him. Cole froze in place as Reyes leaned in and pressed a kiss against his neck.

Cole muffled a moan and pushed Reyes away gently, though he was still close.

“What’re you doin’ ?” Cole asked, feeling his face heat up as he gazed into Reyes’ eyes.

“You’ve been eyeing me all night” Reyes huffed, as he leaves back in to nip at Cole’s neck. “Figured you wanting to ‘talk’ was your cover story so you could get me to yourself” he chuckled “Unless I was severely mistaken.”

Cole bit his lip. On one hand, he really needed to tell Reyes that he was pregnant. On the other hand, feeling Reyes’ breath on his neck was enough to make him crumble. He let out a soft whine and wrapped his legs against Reyes’ waist, rutting against him, signaling to take him to his quarters.

Reyes grinned, his hands gripping Cole’s ass, holding him up as they made their way to Reyes’ office.

He’d tell Reyes the news another time.

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Excerpt for an upcoming fic

His Kingdom For A Kiss Upon Her Shoulder (Doom x Storm) (Not full fic)

All of her closest friends and family were more than welcome to attend the ceremony. She had even invited her ex husband, King T’Challa, the man who ruled over Wakanda. The RSVP had been declined. She didn’t know if it was out of bitterness or if he was just busy. Most men wouldn’t care to see their ex wife marry another, especially if that other man was Victor Von Doom, the man who was deemed worthy by T’Challa’s own ancestors to be able to use vibranium as he pleased, unlocking the powers to the metal that the royal family didn’t even know existed, and Doom had kept the mystic secrets locked deep within his mind, refusing to share them with Wakanda’s own leader.

Although the wedding invitation had went ignored, Wakanda had made a nationwide announcement that anyone who associated with Latveria would be considered an enemy and would not be permitted to step foot in Wakanda’s borders.

Storm had gotten the message loud and clear.

Doom had assured her not to worry about it. A country that squandered such a resource was not worthy of being an ally of Latveria. Needless to say, the bridge with Wakanda had been thoroughly burned.

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Hey hiya again since you want to be insane and stalkerey i can too. And i can do this all day until you leave Jenry alone

This just in: It's called being lazy lmao

And you call it 'rubbing it in' I call it me living rent free in your mind cuz thats the only reason for this 💀

@ororoiqaditchalla

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Multi-Love Miracle (2)

Gambit stared at the ceiling, absolutely miserable. He couldn’t sleep and he was starving, despite having dinner just two hours ago. But it wasn’t his fault. He was eating for three.

The only reason why he didn’t get up was because he was currently sandwiched in between both Rogue and Ororo and he didn’t want to risk waking either one of them up.

It only took a few minutes for him to finally decide to get up and out of bed, even at the risk of waking up Rogue and Ororo. He slid out of bed, clumsily moving over Storm to get out of bed, even though it caused her to stir and sit up a little.

“Remy ?” Ororo asked groggily, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“Go on back to sleep Gal, Remy’s gonna be back soon.” Remy assured, cupping her cheek tenderly before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. “You go on and get back to your beauty sleep” he then pulled himself away from Ororo and headed out of their shared bedroom.

Remy looked down the dark hallway that led to the stairs before rubbing the small of his aching back.

“Give me strength…” He mumbled to himself, feeling alongside the wall before eventually grasping the guard rail to the staircase. He carefully walked down the steps, running out of breath quickly, not even halfway down. He groaned, leaning against the railing to catch his breath, pressing one hand against his side as he felt one of the twins shift against his hand.

“I know, I know, Papa is sorry but this didn’t used to be so hard until you two got in there.” He chuckled then grimaced as he felt a rough kick. “Okay, okay I’m sorry” he winced and straightened himself out, continuing his struggle down the stairs.

When he had finally managed to reach the bottom, his lungs felt like they were on fire. Not even the most strenuous workouts in the danger room made him feel as winded.

“Whoo, you two sure know how to wear papa out” he said as he continued his journey into the kitchen, his legs aching from the short trip down the stairs. When he finally made his way to the refrigerator, he opened it only to be met with disappointment. There were only leaves of lettuce, a bag of baby carrots, a carton of eggs with only two eggs left in the carton and a swig of milk left. The leftovers from that nights dinner were no where to be found, devoured by the other X Men no doubt. Guess they didn’t think that their fellow pregnant teammate would get hungry.

Remy pouted and let out a few curses as he glared at his pitiful choices. None of which his kids wanted to eat. His stomach growled and he frowned, resting a hand on his abdomen.

“I’m sorry chers, but these are our only options.” He said, his frown deepening. “Papa would go out and get ya somethin’ but it’s late and ain’t nothin’ open, I’m sorry.”

“Remy ?”

Remy jumped out of his skin when he heard a familiar voice, gasping and putting a hand on his abdomen to steady himself, as it was just Rogue and Ororo, with worried looks on their faces.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle ya sugah.” Rogue apologized, going over to Remy, Storm following. “What’re ya doin’ up so late ?”

“The little ones were hungry” Remy answered, gesturing down to his bump with his eyes. “But there ain’t nothin’ in the fridge, reckon Wolverine finished off the leftovers.”

“Oh Remy.” Ororo sighed, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You should have told us that you were hungry, Rogue or I would have gotten something for you.”

“Didn’t want to wake ya, Gal.” Remy said, putting his hand on hers. “ ‘sides, you two do enough, I’m capable of gettin’ a midnight snack on my own.”

“Oh don’t give me that hog slop, ‘Ro woke me up ‘cus she could hear ya huffin and puffin to get down the stairs from the bedroom” Rogue said, crossing her arms.

Remy’s face turned red as he sheepishly looked away. He wasn’t that loud going down the stairs was he ?

“I didn’t mean to wake ya.” He said, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turning pink, embarrassed that they heard his struggle down the stairs. If they heard him, the whole house must of heard him.

“Now, what is it that you’re hungry for ?” Ororo asked, snapping him out of his embarrassment.

“I dunno, somethin’ sweet an’ salty ? Like…chocolate covered pretzels ? Or potato chips dipped in chocolate ? Hell, I’m even thinkin’ bout a pickle dipped in chocolate.” The thought of the snacks made his mouth water.

“How about I get my keys and drive on down to the nearest convenience store and grab ya some chips and a chocolate bar ? Will that satisfy ya ?” Rogue asked, letting out a soft chuckle at the thought of Remy eating a chocolate covered pickle of all things.

“Aw cher, you don’t gotta do all that, it’s late.” Remy argued “I’d feel bad if I ya went out in the dark just for me.”

“Now why on earth would ya feel bad ? My man is hungry, and ‘sides, it ain’t just for you, it’s for the babies too and I sure as hell can’t let them starve, what kinda mama would I be ?” Rogue asked, as she got up to get her keys. “I’ll be back lickity split, you keep our papa entertained, alright baby ?”

Ororo nodded, guiding Remy to the living room, helping him sit on the couch.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet dear.” She said, placing herself next to him “You’re ankles are so swollen”

“Tell me about it” Remy groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Sho’ hope Hank was right about twins comin’ early cus’ Remy don’t know how much more he can take.”

“You’re doing great” Ororo assured, putting his legs in her lap. “Now, just relax yourself, Rogue will be back soon, I hear her car pulling off now.”

“Might as well turn on the TV.” Remy said, shifting a little to adjust his weight “Think they usually show Twilight Zone reruns this time of night”

“And you know this, why ?” Ororo asked as she started to gently rub his ankles. Remy chuckled sheepishly, averting his gaze from Ororo but deciding to tell her anyways.

“Well… I cant sleep when y’all are out on late night missions, I get restless and the twins get restless too, cuz I wanna be out there helpin’ but I can’t.” He rests his hand on his bump, rubbing over it gently. “So I stay up and watch TV till I get tired and The Twilight Zone has been a favorite, comes on around ten and keeps my attention and it’s better than the dreary news.”

“I never took you for a horror sci-fi fan, Remy.” Ororo mused with a smile, as she continued to massage his sore ankles.

“It’s pretty good, only one episode I don’t really like.” Remy said, reaching for the remote on the coffee table, turning on the tv and flipping through the channels.

“Oh ? And what’s that ?” Ororo asked out of curiosity, wondering which of the many episodes Remy didn’t like.

“The one with that one kid who controls the town.” Remy said with a frown, as he finally found the channel he was looking for, that was indeed showing Twilight Zone episodes. Thankfully it wasn’t showing the episode he didn’t like.

“I vaguely remember that one, care to tell me why you don’t like it ?” Ororo inquired, noticing Remy’s frown.

“It had me thinkin’…. What if one or both of our babies turn out that way ?” Remy asked. “Silly, I know, but we all powerful mutants, wouldn’t be so far fetched, just bothered me, y’know ? Imagining them turning out so powerful that even other mutants are scared of them, that they turn into tyrants at the age of six and we can’t do nothin’ bout it. Just scared me is all.”

“Oh Remy, I can assure you that they won’t.” Ororo said, stroking his leg “Our children won’t turn out to be evil tyrants who’ll use their powers to harm others, because they’ll have you as a father and Rogue and I as mothers to steer them in the right path.”

“I know, I know, it’s just a stupid fear, pregnancy anxiety and all that.” Remy said, waving his hand. “With you as one of their mama’s there’s no way our chirren gon’ turn out to be bad eggs.”

Ororo smiled, but then turned her head as she heard Rogue enter the room, plastic bag in hand.

“My, that was quick.” She said, amused at how Rogue was back so quickly “You didn’t break the speed limits again, did you ?”

“What could I say ? I wanted to get back and feed our papa” She said, walking over to the couch and giving Remy the plastic bag “Mind if I join ?”

Remy moved over a little to let Rogue sit down before leaning against her, smiling as she put an arm around him. Remy opened the bag to see a bag of plain salted potato chips, a king sized chocolate bar and a bag of dill pickle bites. He immediately went to open his snacks, snapping off a piece of chocolate and putting it on top of a potato chip, or a pickle bite. Eventually he got the bright idea to sandwich the pickle and the chocolate between two chips. It definitely hit the spot.

“Oh I can’t thank ya enough cher” Remy moaned through bites of his odd snack “This exactly what tha babies ordered”

“Glad I could be of service to ya sugah.” Rogue beamed as she ran a hand through Remy’s hair.

Before the trio knew it, Remy had finished his snack, while they finished three Twilight Zone episodes. Storm had happened to look at the grandfather clock, seeing that that it was a little past midnight.

“We should all retire for the night.” She suggested, taking Remy’s legs off her lap “It’s getting late and I promised that I would take Jubilee to the mall in the morning.”

“A mall trip ? Count me in sugah.” Rogue said, never missing an opportunity to go shopping. Remy sat up and stretched, rubbing the small of his back

“Remy comin’ too.” He said “It’s been ages since I been out dis’ house.”

“Are you sure you can handle it ?” Ororo asked, concerned “You couldn’t even get down the stairs without a struggle”

“Remy will be fine, they got escalators an’ if I get too tired, there’s always benches.” Remy assured, standing up from the couch with a struggle “Just don’t wanna be stuck here”

“Well then, let’s head back to the bedroom Sugah” Rogue said, scooping Remy up into her arms. Remy let out a surprised yell and and clung to Rogue.

“ Mon Dieu, what you think you doin’ ?!?” He exclaimed, not exactly used to being swept off of his feet.

“You had to struggle goin’ down the stairs by yourself, so I figured I’d carry ya.” Rogue let out a laugh and headed towards the stairs, Storm following right behind her “You just hang on tight and let me carry ya, okay ?”

Remy clung to her until they got to the top of the stairs, but Rogue still didn’t let him down. She was determined to carry him to the bedroom.

Once they got to the bedroom, she laid Remy in the middle of the bed, Ororo and Rogue getting in next to him.

“Sleep tight dear” Ororo said, pressing a kiss on his temple. “You and our precious cargo need your rest.”

“I know, I know.” Remy settled himself into his side, trying his best to get comfortable. He never was much of a side sleeper, preferring to lay on his back, but Hank told him the dangers of sleeping on his back while pregnant, so he reluctantly had to sleep on his side.

It wasn’t all bad though. With his two girls cuddled up to him and his stomach full, he was bound for sleep in no time.

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Multi-Love Miracle (1)

One in a million, Hank said it was. Extremely rare. But what does that mean for a trio of mutants who already break the status quo ?

Remy had already known the risks when he let Ororo and Rogue take turns on him like he was their toy. Hell, he was even sure both of them were inside of him at some point. That night was a blur of passion and heat, where he had blacked out during some of it. He did briefly remember telling both of them to finish inside of him, that he wanted to be filled up by both of his girls. And they obliged. Obviously.

When they found out that Remy was expecting, they had automatically made an agreement that it didn’t matter who the baby’s sire was, they’d have two mama’s and a daddy either way so they had declined the DNA test that Hank had offered.

That was, until they found out that they were having two. Sure, it still didn’t matter who the sire was but it did make Remy a little curious as to which of his lovely ladies had managed to knock him up with two little ones instead of one. So in secret, just a few weeks before he was due, he had asked Hank to go ahead with the DNA test. He had already had previous blood and other DNA samples saved from both Rogue and Ororo from medical tests in the past, so it would be easier to keep discrete and their little secret.

Or so he thought. Nothing was ever easy when it came to them.

At first he had thought there was something wrong when Hank had called him down to his lab. Maybe one twin had ate the other, or something else had happened but no, Hank had actually had an excited look when Remy had finally managed to get down there.

That’s when he had sat him down and told him that the results were indeed abnormal, but it a good way. One twin was biologically Ororo’s child, and the other one was Rogue’s due to a rare medical phenomenon called heteropaternal superfecundation. Remy’s body had released two eggs at the same time and due to the nature of their steamy night, one was fertilized by Ororo and one was fertilized by Rogue. Two babies, by both of his girls.

The news almost knocked Gambit off of his feet. One, because he couldn’t believe that he had given both of his girls each one baby and two, because he’d have to reveal to both that he got a DNA test done behind their backs.

At the moment, Remy was resting in the lounge with his feet up, staring at the ultrasound printout Hank had given him. Baby A, the girl, was Ororo’s and Baby B, the boy, was Rogue’s. A full set, a son and a daughter.

He couldn’t wait until to see what they’d look like, if both of them would take after each of their mama’s. He felt himself getting giddy at the thought of one having Ororo’s blue eye’s and the other having Rogue’s green eyes. Or would they both have his eyes ?

“There’s our little seahorse papa” a familiar voice snapped him out of his racing thoughts. He looked up from the ultrasound photo to see both Ororo and Rogue standing in the doorway, Rogue leaning on Ororo, a hand wrapped around her waist.

“We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya sugah, haven’t we ?” Rogue asked, turning to look at Storm.

“You disappeared after breakfast and it did worry us quite a bit.” Storm said, placing a hand on her upper hit. “Is everything alright ?”

“Ol Gambit was just in a world of his own, sorry for worrying ya gal.” Remy said with a bashful smile. “But since you’re both here, I do have some news.” He looked off to the side. “About the babies.”

Rogue and Storm both gave him a concerned frown, as Remy put both his hands up to try and ease the mood.

“Woah, easy there, ain’t bad news it’s just…” he rubbed the back of his neck “Don’t be too cross with Gambit, a’ight ?”

“It’s been gettin’ real hard to stay cross with ya when you’re carrying our babies sug.” Rogue chuckled, before leading Storm over to the couch, both of them on each side with Remy placed in the middle. “Now spill.”

“Well, ya know how we said we weren’t gonna do a DNA test ?” Remy asked, watching as they both nodded. “Well… I got one anyways and I know I shouldn’t have done it behind your backs but… Beast found something exciting” he grabbed both of their hands, placing them on his abdomen. “Gambit’s carrying both your babies at the same time.”

“Of course you are Remy, we knew that ever since we found out about your condition.” Storm said with a smile.

“Non Gal, this is different.” Remy said, shaking his head. “I mean one baby is yours, one baby is Rogue’s. Biologically.” He said, trying to remember the exact words Hank had relayed to him. “Said I released two eggs at the same time and they both got fertilized, one for the both of you.”

“Wait, Remy, are ya sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’ ?” Rogue asked, eyes widening. “Are ya saying-“

“One’s blood related to Storm, the other is blood related to you, but they’re still blood siblings in the end, amazing ain’t it ?” Remy asked, a grin spreading on his face. “I know it was wrong to go get a DNA test done without tellin’ the both of ya but Hank says it’s a one in a million medical phenomenon”

“While I am a little upset that we didn’t find out this news together, I can’t be mad at you.” Storm said, an astonished look on her face. “This is amazing news.”

“You mean to tell me that both of us knocked ya up ?” Rogue asked, standing up from the couch. “Remy I can’t believe it…”

“If you wanted a DNA test, why didn’t you tell us ? We could have talked about it.” Ororo said, putting a hand on his back.

“I was hopin’ to keep it a secret, just wanted to know who knocked me up with twins” Remy said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I knew we all agreed on not having a DNA test done but I just… got curious.”

“Oh Remy, if ya wanted one done, we woulda supported ya, no questions asked.” Rogue said with a chuckle “Silly ol swamp rat.”

“So, I assume you know who’s is biologically who’s ?” Ororo asked, gesturing towards the ultrasound photo on the coffee table before picking it up.

“The little girl is yours, Stormy.” Gambit said with a grin “And the boy is Rogue’s, of course.” he then chuckled “And they’re both gonna be all of ours.”

“And that’s all that matters.” Ororo said, as both she and Rogue pulled Remy into a tender embrace.