#i had to get a dna test for reasons of my doctor needed to know about a specific b vitamin processing gene and 23andme was the cheapest

[creekfiend]

23andme did indeed send me an email like "oopsie whoopsie we let your DNA profile get leaked and now you're proooobably on a White Supremacist's Jew List! hehehe butterfingers" but luckily for them everything else in my life is so on fire that I was just like "sure man add it to the pile"

[emdeerm]

I'm a Grandpa? Again?!

My brain got away from me. srry

This might be a horrible, horrible idea that will have so many butterfly and directs effects on the DC canon that I know nothing about but...

Consider this: Bruce is Danny's clone/test-tube baby.

Danny has lived for many, many years and somewhere along the lines, he got his DNA stolen again (in his human form mind you) by someone and they made a clone/baby (most likely cause the child would destabilise without more DNA. Human Danny is just 1/3 of the DNA he has). Maybe the League and Ra's is responsible. Maybe some other party I have no knowledge about. Maybe it was GIW. But it happens.

Anyway, whoever succeeded, had some intentions with the clone if it had powers. He did not. Was a failure and was dumped as a 3yo in Gotham. Tom and Martha Wayne found him and adopted the child.

Now, Danny doesn't know it. He just goes around, living his best life with his partner/(s), works somewhere new every 5-6 years or so, trying out new professions when he wants. When his DNA got yonked, he was a practicing cook. By the time Batman is old enough with all his kids he is a doctor or something.

Let's throw in the Ghost King for fun. Love the trope. Could be just him being a super strong and respected Ghost in the Realms who helps himself to Pariah's treasury. Not like the guy needed it anyway.

So, YEARS pass. All parties are unaware. Meta human protection happens. Ecto Acts get ruled out automatically by the Government somewhere in a list of all stuff that change. The Ghosts haven't been sighted for over 30 years. The Government disbanded GIW wven esrlier just cause they were a moneh draining leach. The JL didn't even pay that much attention honestly (let's say Batman wasn't there for some reason to check the final copy), just one more thing that changed for the better in their eyes.

So, Danny and his kind are now legally in the clear. Does he so something with it? Well, not much. Just uses his powers more freely. His rogues don't find the Living Realm all that interesting now and just come to Phantom to play. Except Sculker. That ass is still unbearable.

...

I got sidetracked from my original idea. Anyway-

...

Damian in school has to do the ancestory assignment. And finds out that he has a weird relation to this Random DudeTM. (Maybe Tom's and Martha's DNA was indeed used in the process of creation. Who knows, maybe it was their doing all along in the name of Doctor Science. Idk. All options are fun) Came out of nowhere. The relation is unclear too.

That gets brought up to Father. Father is surprised. Investigation happens.

The Bats are flabbergasted by the results.

Danny gets the news that he is a surprise Granpa again (Dani was the first one to come with a grandchild out of nowhere. Adopted. You know what? Let it be Cass. Let her have a traveling super mom).

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group H, Round 4, Poll 2:

Propaganda under the cut

Li Lianhua/Li Xiangyi

All men do is lie. He's a "miracle physician" (citation needed) who lies himself out of every situation he's in. Didn't so much as fake his death, rather let everyone believe he was dead and then lie to their face when asked about who he really is. Convinces everyone he's just a weak doctor who doesn't know any martial arts but has a cunning mind, despite the fact that he literally used to be the head of the martial arts world before being poisoned. Somehow nearly everyone he meets is in love with him. He's everything to me

#THE LI LIANHUA PROPAGANDA LEFT OUT HIM DRUGGING PEOPLE MULTIPLE TIMES #TO AVOID (POTENTIALLY) GETTING ASKED ABOUT THE ISSUES HE IS CHOOSING TO LOOK AWAY FROM AND NOT SEE #ALSO THE TIME SOMEONE FIGURED OUT HIS TRUE IDENTITY BUT THEN THEY FELL UNCONSCIOUS #AND HE GOT AWAY WITH IT BY TELLING THEM THEY HAD BEEN HALLUCINATING WHEN THEY WOKE UP

#if he doesn’t lie thirty-seven times a day he will die #you could show him a dna test proving he is li xiangyi and he’d deny it to your face

#HE ONCE SAYS TO A CHARACTER THAT ‘HE NEVER LIES’ TO GET OUT OF A SITUATION AND THAT WAS A BIG FAT LIE #TELLS A CHARACTER AN INTRICATE STORY ABOUT FINDING HIS OWN CORPSE ON THE BEACH COMPLETE WITH PHYSICAL EVIDENCE AND ALL JUST SO THE CHARACTER #REACHES THE CONCLUSION THAT HES DEAD #HE GATEKEEPS THE VIEWER FROM KNOWING HIS FULL STORY ON RELIABLE TERMS AND YOU HAVE TO PIECE IT TOGETHER PAINSTAKINGLY

#continuously lies to the person he calls his jianghu bff to evade his questions regarding his identity #puts on a mask and defends the bff in fights#then shows up later like #🥺 wow that was so scary glad you were here to protect me! i have no martial arts skills #evades arrest by pretending like being shoved against a wall broke his ribs #'🥺 i'm just a little guy and you're so strong you'd better check out my ribs' #and then throws knockout powder at him

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

[lina-lovebug]

Bleeding Hearts

Part 7

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Miles pov

Years ago, on Earth. . .

The love of my life was dying.

At the age of ten, my love was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was unexpected, and it happened over the course of a week.

During class, she started to seize and she was taken away in an ambulance. Her lungs were filled with liquid and with hundreds of tests done, it was confirmed she has stage two lung cancer.

She was pulled out of school, but that didn't keep me from her. Every day, like clockwork, I took a bus to the hospital to visit room 23.

And over the course of a few years, she kept getting worse.

Her parents didn't want her to do chemo, but it was her only chance of living. Her eyes were sunken in, but the sparkle was still there. Her spirit was breaking but she was still smiling. Her curly hair was coming off in clumps but she insisted she looked better bald.

I wanted to see her get better.

I wanted to see her out of here.

"Nina," I said one day, catching her attention as the nurse finished taking her blood.

"Yes?"

"Once you're better, I'm gonna marry you," Her eyes widened.

"Wh-what the fuck? Miles, don't joke about stuff like that-"

"I'm not joking. I love you, and I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'll join the military and get us a house, and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again, I swear to you," She started to cry and at first, I thought my feelings weren't reciprocated.

But she kissed me and said yes.

I had asked her fathers permission beforehand. I wanted him to know that his daughter would be taken care of, and that I would always be by her side. Her mother was hesitant, but they both knew that if I waited any longer, I would regret never telling her.

Date nights were spent in her room. I would pick up her favorites and new things to try, just to see the reaction on her face when she found something else she liked.

One night, I had fallen asleep in the room. I was going to head home, since visiting hours were done, but she wanted me to stay.

I fell asleep with her hand in mine, my back getting used to the chair I would find myself taking naps in.

Suddenly, I heard a blaring alarm. My eyes snapped open and turned to Nina, who was seizing.

“Nina!” I tried running to her side but doctors were already forcing me out. Her eyes were on mine as I was being dragged out, and she tried speaking but no words would leave her lips.

“Please, help her!”

“You can’t be in here, Miles,” One of the nurses said, closing the door infront of me. I rushed to the side window, trying to see what was going on and luckily, they didn’t close the blinds. They turned her on her side, forcing out her IV and her body wouldn’t stop shaking.

You’ll be okay.

They’ll save you, just like they always do.

But her heart rate was going down. Rapidly.

“Hey!” I screamed, banging on the glass.

“Hey, don’t you give up on me! Nina, you need to fight!” Love can make you blind. I was so convinced that she would be out of there that I ignored how skinny she had gotten, and how pale she was. I wanted so badly to believe that she would get out so I could marry her that I didn’t even see it.

She wanted to die.

She was tired of fighting.

And it stopped.

The monitor that always beeps repeatedly, all day and everyday, had stopped.

That’s when the screaming started. I wanted it to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up as my fists repeatedly hit the glass window, ignoring the pain and the blood. I couldn’t see reason because there couldn’t be any good one. What reason was there to take such a beautiful person away? What reason was there to take her away?

Why couldn’t I just see her smile one more time?

All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I stared at the DNA results infront of me.

Ninat’ia, a Na’vi, perfectly matched the DNA results of Nina Gonzales, who died in 2120.

This felt like a punch to the gut. Like the world was saying “fuck you”.

“Anything come up?” General Ardmore questioned from the doorway.

“Nah, just some bullshit,” I replied, trying to keep my composure as I clicked delete.

Just absolute bullshit.

[jessjad]

Unexpected

Chapter 15 - Epiloge

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 881

Warnings: none really, again some medical freedom

A/N: Here we are. The last chapter. Do we still remember the little secret Y/N had? Well, here comes the answer to that. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

My Masterlist Series Masterlist

5 Months later...

"You really don't need to come with me." Y/N said for the third time while she was putting on her coat.

She turned around to look back into her living space just to see Ben already standing there, waiting for her. He was wearing some black jeans, a dark green Henley, his most favorite boots and a very stubborn and determinate look on his face.

"I'm coming with." was all he said, his arms crossed infront of his chest.

One thing Y/N had learned in the last months was that the supe who didn't left her side anymore was a lot more work than she had thought. It was tough for him to get used to the new world he had woken up in. The technology, the new worldview of men and women. Y/N knew that he had felt lost.

After everything that has happened with Homelander on school side, mankind screamed for a change and the overthrow of Vought. Most people didn't want to be around supes anymore and they questioned if it was still necessary to have superhuman people on the loose. The discussion did not end, especially with recurring footage that the world should never have seen. Bloody, horrific splatter that showed how much the supes just did not care.

Everything Ben had lived for, worked for, was now the worst thing of all and he did not know what to do with it. The once most loved man had lost his worth and he just couldn't handle it. This drove even her to despair sometimes.

"Okay, okay." Y/N gave in.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in Doctor Field's consulting room, waiting. Doctor Field was a specialist in DNA research and nuclear medicine. He was recommended to Y/N after she explained her new situation to her previous doctor. While Y/N sat quietly in one of the chairs, Ben paced around the room.

"Ben, can you please sit down?"

"Where the fuck is this mountebank?" Ben said, ignoring her question. "Back in my day they never left me fucking waiting."

He sounded annoyed, but Y/N heared that he was a little on edge too. And she could not blame him. She hadn't felt any different when she first told Ben about her appointment with Doctor Field. Of course he immediately wanted to know why. But she found it difficult to find the right words. By now, Y/N knew that he had an abandonment problem and it was difficult for her to know how he would react to this news.

So she explained to him that they had Alzheimer's in the family. After her grandma showed the first signs, Y/N's mum had herself tested, but nothing was found in her case. So Y/N had dared to take the test too, but her test came back positive. She had inherited the ApoE4 gene twice. Which meant she would most likely get sick. Ben then disappeared for three days.

"Sorry I kept you waiting." the door opened all of a sudden and startled both of them. "But now I'm here. So let's not waste any more time."

The doctor sat down behind his desk and opend up Y/N's file. Now Ben also sat down next to his woman. Eventhough he looked normal he couldn't deny that he was a little worried now. But only minimally.

"So? What are my results?" Y/N asked nervously, but doctor Field did not answer right away.

"To be honest, I've never seen anything like this before." Well, that did not really help. "Your original test results were several years ago now. So we repeated the tests using today's standards. Normally the results should not have changed much. But still... it's different in this case."

Y/N and Ben saw how his eyes drifted from one to the other.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ben wanted to know.

Ben had asked Y/N almost the same question after he came back three days later. The argument that had ensued afterward because he had simply left Y/N alone and then acted as if it had never happened had ended in wild, hot sex and his word that he just had to get out, getting high and brake a few things. And Y/N believed him.

"The ApoE4 gene has... changed. There is a certain blueprint for every gene, but for you it looks different now. It has changed. The radioactive radiation you've been exposed to for so long seems to be affecting the gene."

"How?" Y/N asked surprised.

Did that mean, that there was still hope? With one quick look to Ben, she saw that he seemed to think the same thing.

"To fully determine that we need to make further tests." But now doctor Field was looking at Ben, not Y/N.

"No fucking way." Ben stared back.

"To fully understand what has happened here, we need to find out how the radioactive radiation affects you. You're a supe."

"Fuck off!" he shouted. "I'm not gonna let you do some tests on me like I'm a fucking lab rat."

"Ben..." Y/N tried to calm him down, but she knew it was uselss.

"No fucking way!"

And as the discussion continued, Y/N had to grin. No matter how this turned out, she wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: This is it. I really liked these two. 🥹 Aaaand I left the ending open on purpose. Maybe I'll come back to them. 😊

Thanks to everyone who gave this story a try, reblogged or commented on it. It really meant a lot to me! 💜 And maybe we'll see eachother on my next story. 🤗

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[foreversecrets]

Uncompromising

Chapter 3 Determination

Steve Rogers x OC (Emma Dotson)

Summary: His brother's had lost everything in his life he ever cared about, so Steve being the kind soul he is decides to take an extended vacation from the Avengers to help Andy get back on his feet. He didn't intend on finding his true mate in the process.

"Babydoll, there is no reason to be nervous,” Steve pulls Emma’s apart from where she’d been twisting and pulling at them in her lap. Bruce and Helen had taken samples early this morning from both of them and been running tests all day to give their thoughts on the possibility of them conceiving. 

She hadn’t been able to sit still since Bruce called and asked them both to return. Doesn’t help that she’s been nervous about meeting the rest of his brothers tomorrow night for dinner. The pressure is on not only for the future of potential offspring but the future of themselves. When Steve explained why the rule was put in place requiring the brothers approval before he could give her his mating mark she was understanding but now she was beyond nervous. If he’s being honest, he is nervous too. The idea that his brothers could refuse him the opportunity to claim his mate nearly sends him into a fury but he keeps calm knowing he needs to focus on Emma right now. It's her emotions that are barely under control at the moment. 

“Bruce said he’d met us here, what if-”

“Don’t do that,” he kisses her to silence her. In the past six months they have been dating he has learned the greatest enemy to their relationship is her getting in her own head and overthinking things. “Everything is going to be alright.”

“I just,” Emma sighs heavily before meeting his eyes. “I have wanted kids all my life and finding out how dangerous it would be, its something I never fully accepted and then you came along and-”

“Nothing is going to change between us, there are other ways we can have kids. But regardless you aren’t alone this time and you never will be again.”

“What if you brothers refused our bonding?”

“It won’t end our relationship, if anything I will go out of my way to advertise it until I whittle them down into giving their blessing.”

“You plan on annoying them into conceding?” she laughed. The sound was a nice balm for the anxiety he too was feeling. Both of them had the same dream but Steve couldn’t let his emotions dictate their day, it didn't matter if they received good or bad news he was going to make today one to be remembered for the happiness of it. Whether it be in celebration or as a distraction.

The door to Bruce’s office swung open and both him and Helen exited with fully masked emotions on their faces. Emma expected herself to be the impatient one jumping the doctors for an answer but her super soldier boyfriend was faster than herself. He stood approaching them quickly leaving Emma to trail a few steps behind. 

“So?” Steve urged. 

“We are 97% certain the DNA passed on from Steve will pass to the fetus.” Bruce started.

“And the other 3%?” Emma’s voice had been so quiet, almost fearful. 

“The 3% chance his enhanced abilities are not passed on, you can still carry to term.” Helen gave her a comforting smile. 

“But my OB said I couldn’t.” Emma remarked.

“Your OB doesn’t have state of the art technology to assist you during pregnancy. Now I’m not saying it would be easy, you would spend the entirety of the pregnancy under observation with strict restrictions to your diet and activity but I am equipped to help you bring a child into this world.”

Emma launched herself at the doctor hugging her tightly but Steve wasn’t convinced just yet. He looked to Bruce who tried to provide reassurance.

“Some things aren’t easy but that just makes them all the more precious when we obtain them.”

“Nothing is worth the life of my mate,” Steve growled, not meaning to be threatening but the idea of losing Emma was unbearable. 

“We found no danger to Emma for either process and were able to calculate the best time to conceive would be in two weeks during your next heat.” Helen explained to Emma, completely ignoring Steve as if his opinion in this matter was irrelevant.

“Oh um,” Emma rubbed the back of her neck looking at Steve.

“We were going to use that time to exchange bond marks.” Steve’s checks flush pink as he explains. 

“Two birds one stone,” Bruce tried to joke but when no one laughed he cleared his throat. “We can run more tests when you're ready to determine when it would be best.”

“Thank you for all your help, you have no idea what this means to me,” Emma sighed, moving over to Steve to take his hand. “what this means to us.”

The wide smile Steve gave Emma as they met each other's gaze left no doubt in Bruce or Helen’s mind that these two were true mates. Bruce as a Beta had never grasped the concept but now seeing it, he could only hope all his friends could find theirs. Helen looked on, hoping she’d find her Alpha one day and that he was at least half the man of the moral man before. 

“We are extremely grateful and will be in touch as things develop.” Steve promised before the two were on their way. 

🩹🩹🩹

Steve did not want to host dinner, he knew Emma’s nerves were going to be haywire all day but cooking seemed to ease the tension in her shoulders. Even more so when Steve put on some music and joined her in preparing the meal. They worked well together, maneuvering throughout his kitchen as if they’d been cooking together their whole lives. Though she kept pausing in her task to ask about dietary needs and allergies of his brothers; even though it was far too late to worry about that. He’d distract her by wrapping his arms around her waist, dragging her back to his chest and nuzzling on her gland in a playful way he knew tickled her. Not stopping until she was pleading nearly out of breath for him to stop. The doorbell rang just as she was pulling the pasta out of the oven, she almost dropped it as the noise and anxiety reminded her how important tonight was to their future. 

“I’ll get it,” he placed a kiss to the top of her head and disappeared into the other room.

Emma placed the pasta on the dining room table in the open place setting and took a deep breath, gripping one of the chairs. “Everything is going to be alright,” she told herself. “Bucky adores you and Andy was the one who really pressed the relationship in the first place.” But Bucky wasn’t going to be here tonight, as close as him and Steve were, Bucky wasn’t part of the brothers therefore his blessing only mattered emotionally for her and Steve. “It's going to be okay.” 

“It really will be, promise.” Andy surprised her, entering to give her a gentle hug. It only distracted her from the voices in the living room for a moment. “Everyone can already see the change in Steve. I gave the two of you my approval before this was even official, Ari will adore you as well. Ransom couldn’t care less, he’ll agree just to get us off his back. It's Lloyd you’ll have to worry about but I’ve had your cooking before and Lloyd’s a big foodie. The moment he takes a bite of dinner he’ll be asking you to go home with him instead.” 

“Doubtful,” a man similar looking to the rest of the brothers but with an amusing mustache entered the room. “So you’re the sugar plum that’s got Stevie Boy so tame?” Lloyd reached over and grabbed a greenbean from the table, taking a bite as he studied her, taking in her scent and appearance before looking over to Andy. “Alright you might be onto something.”

Emma let out an exhausted but amused sigh, shaking her head playfully as Lloyd sat to the left of the head chair. Normally when it was just her and Steve that would be her chair but proper edidcate dedicated she would be across the table from him instead. Andy moved to the right of the head chair smiling widely at her before shoting Lloyd an amused glance. Emma watched as Lloyd reached for a breadroll but she reacted before thinking, slapping his hand gently to stop him. 

“Wait for everyone else,” she scolded. The approval on Andy’s face and the amusement on Lloyd’s reassured her she hadn’t overstepped. Steve had told her this was her home as well, that it was important she acted like the women of the house especially in front of his pack. It would ease them into accepting her easier but part of her still felt guilty for having slapped Lloyd instead of using her voice.

“I see Lloyd’s already gotten in trouble.” another of the brothers entered, this one with shoulder length soft looking hair. Emma was entranced by a strong desire to run her fingers through it emerging. He moved to her and wrapped her in a hug before taking a step back and introducing himself. “I’m Ari.”

“Nice to meet you Ari.” she smiled, blushing a little and the attention. 

“Don’t,” a growl from Steve at the doorway with the last brother she assumed to be Ransom. The scowl on his face was unlike any she’d previously seen. “She is mine , Ari.”

“Steven,” she snapped, all eyes turning to her. “I am not an object and I will not let you start a pissing contest during what you promised me would be a nice evening.”

“Well she’s got my approval,” Ransom smirked, entering to take a seat beside Lloyd at the table. Both men nodded, their amusement rising when Steve approached her like a kicked puppy and looked at her with sad eyes.

“Babydoll-”

“Don’t Steve.”

His pout deepened until she placed a quick kiss to his chin. His arms moved as if he was going to pull her in for more but she was quicker and sat in her seat without his assistance, further dropping his pout. She gave him a reassuring smile as he rounded the table to sit in his seat, Ari sitting besides Andy on Emma’s right. Emma looked over to Ransom with a nervous smile, Andy had told her she should be worried about Lloyd but all the stories Steve had told her, had her  more worried about Ransom. It had been Ransom who had protested Andy and Laurie’s mating the most, though Steve confided that it was done in private between the two of them. The others didn’t know because Steve kept it a secret, worried that Ransom’s pride would be hurt if such care was revealed. Apparently Ransom was still learning to genuinely care about other people after the shit show that was his true biological family. With that care came distrust towards strangers and a bar too high for Emma to reach; at least that’s how she felt. 

“I’m Emma,” she held her hand out to Ransom, the table falling silent as all eyes fell on Ransom who only stared at her hand.

“I already gave me a blessing princess, you don’t have to try so hard,” Ransom growled, reaching for the wine to fill his glass. 

“Ransom!” Steve snapped.

“No Steve, it's alright. I can be a little much and I’ll be honest, I’ve been more bubbly and overbearing lately. I apologize for Ransom.”

Ransom only rolled his eyes but the table began loading up their plates.

“Steve’s been the same way lately.” Ari noted.

“We received some good news recently and it had a giddy effect on us,” Steve smiled like a little kid having just been giving everything he’d ever asked for. His brothers simply stared him down waiting for him to elaborate. 

“Honey, don’t leave them hanging,” Emma laughed as she began digging into her plate. 

“Emma and I are compatible for conceiving pups.”

Smiles and cheers erupted from the brothers, Emma knew they were aware of her failures and had worries that would be a source of contention for them. So learning that Steve and her could, she felt a little relieved that their problems wouldn’t be with her brokenness, which meant most any reason for them to reject her was something she would most likely work on to improve herself. 

“Then you have my blessing as well.” Ari spoke up, the finally brother to give his blessing. While Emma’s worries and fears all melted away at that news, Steve’s temper flared.

“Were you really going to deny me my true mate if we couldn’t have a kid?” Steve growled, he shot Emma a look when he sensed her about to protest. She bowed her head in submission, her sadness seeping into her scent, he’d make it up to her later, for now he had to deal with Ari.

“Yes.”

“Seriously Ari?” Andy looked at his brother in bewilderment. 

“All Steve has ever wanted was kids of his own, it's the one thing he wants most in this world. If she is unable to give that to him, I couldn’t participate in denying him his desires.” Ari explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Please don’t be upset with Ari,” the sad omega voice had all the alphas in the room turning to look at her, their base instincts telling them to comfort her. “His reasons are the same reason why I tried to reject our connection in the first place, Steve. I would never want to be the reason you couldn’t achieve the things you wanted.”

“Alright, we get it, you're perfect for each other! Can we please eat now?” Lloyd shouted, making Emma laugh, her amusement inflating his head slightly as the other alphas relaxed to resume their meals.

The rest of the evening passed ‘normally’ as Steve put it. Ari and Ransom get in a drinking competition spurred on by Lloyd’s pestering of both men, while Steve and Andy try to cut them off. But Emma was having a great time seeing the drunk versions of both men, Ransom was a cuddler who wouldn’t stop touching her much to Steve’s annoyance, while Ari was a cocky drunk coming up with dangerous tasks for himself to achieve that the sober men refused to let him accomplish. By the time everyone was ready to turn in for the night, Ransom was passed out in Emma’s lap and Ari was practically beind carried out to Andy’s car by Andy and Lloyd. 

“Alright, get the hell out of my house Ransom,” Steve ordered, kicking Ransom gently. 

“Why don’t you carry him up to the guest room?” Emma suggested.

“No, he is going to be an asshole in the morning,” Steve picked Ransom up off of her and passed him to Andy and Lloyd who’d reentered the house. “Besides, we have their blessings now, I plan on claiming you tonight that way,” he bent and began pressing kisses to her lips between words. “We. can. Use. you’re. Heat. to. Conceive.” 

“Steven,” she giggled, wiggling out from under him and heading to the stairs. “Tell you what, you catch me before I get to our bathroom you can do that but if I get to the bathroom, no sex until my heat.” she laughed running up the stairs before he could protest. 

She made the deal knowing he’d catch her, he was literally enhanced to be faster than her but she knew he loved the playful game of chase they played. He caught her just as she reached the top step, wrapped his arms under her legs and carried her the rest of the way to their bedroom bridal style. Not letting her get too far away when he plopped her down on their bed.

“You’re getting cocky omega, ordering me around, denying me my spoils.” his voice had dropped in a low seductive tone. 

“I have to keep my alpha in line,” she giggled when her words earned her smack to her rear. Both their faces turned serious and she knew what he was going to ask even before he opened his mouth. “Yes Steve, I want you too.”

“Lay back omega, let me get you ready.” he smirked as his head moved lower. “I promise you the rest of my life.”

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“Well the two of you wasted no time, huh?” Tony Stark smirked seeing the married Rogers pair back in Bruce’s lab. “Only been married a week or so and already back from your honeymoon with a bun in the oven.”

Steve ignored Tony as he focused on Helen and Bruce, “She wasn’t feeling well, took a test and it came back positive. We were worried about being so far away so we came back as quickly as we could.”

“You said if the baby didn’t inherit the serum abilities from Steve I would need to be monitored closely throughout the pregnancy.” Emma rubbed her unchanged stomach as she spoke.

“I’m glad you heeded my warning,” Helen smiled but her gaze was focused on the test result in front of her. “You're about a month along.”

“And I just got the results back on the bloodwork, it looks like the baby takes after dad.” Bruce sighed relieved as the parents felt. 

Steve turned and picked his new wife up, spinning her around in his excitement. “We are going to have a healthy pup!”

“You did this for us Steve,” she whispered on his lips before kissing him deeply, not caring in the slightest about their audience. 

“I wouldn’t celebrate just yet, doesn’t this mean she’s going to be miserable for the next nine months?” Tony asked.

“Given the properties of the serum, there is some concern the pup could do internal damage which is why we want to monitor the development.” Bruce explained.

“We also believe your symptoms are going to be more intense than typical pregnancies, but I suspect Steve is going to be an overprotective alpha. So I don’t imagine you’ll be suffering alone.” Helen joked but Mr and Mrs. Rogers found themseleves too overjoyed to care. They were going to have a pup. Bonded for six months, married for only a week and now they were expecting their first kid. All of their dreams are coming true in less than a year despite a stubborn, broken omega.

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I was surfing on the X-Men tag after a bad day and stumbled here by accident

I have to agree with everything you and the anons said about X-Men Blue Origins and I'd like to add my two cents on it

The last thing that made me abandon the one shot and just brand it as "Writer is beyond stupid and the story is not worth anything" is that it tries really hard to go for a "poor mystique" take and do a "mystique is really nightcrawler's father I swear and kurt looking like azazel was just for show; ain't nothing about biology here just a trick of DNA copying so he looks the part of azazel's kid to fool that megalomaniac and bring down his plans" because if the overall plan destiny has is that nightcrawler had to look like azazel's kid (without actually being one of his bio kids) so he gets close enough to put a stop to his plans...

Why not have mystique, a literal shapeshifter, play that part ?

No really, mystique can look like anyone and is a really good actress

Let's rewind back on the new take this retcon has and disregard everything that came before it like it pretty much did (most specifically, disregard the fact none of azazel's children look as close to him appearance wise as nightcrawler does, the fact without nightcrawler being related to him and having his powers azazel has nothing to make his plans work, the fact azazel can know who and where his bio kids are with that working for kurt too and the part about azazel actually being there on the day of nightcrawler's birth and saving him from his fall then place him under margali's care),

azazel in this retcon doesn't realize mystique is lying to him about the pregnancy. she never even gave him any kind of test results so he only has her word to fall back on. azazel also was apparently not even there (?) on the day of kurt's birth (if he was then destiny and mystique's whole charade gets uncovered by him as it's not the baroness who gave birth that day but a maid which the doctor and nurse there know as they SAW it and then they escaped and reported to the village and all would have been for naught really... or not ? look this story was written with someone's ass)

in simpler words, azazel in this retcon never had any physical evidence of this child ever existing and he was already tricked into thinking his child with mystique was on the way

so that lie can easily be extended with mystique as main character instead until the big d-day... since the retcon's hidden trick including an actual living baby was extended until the big day

the first scenario is technically the easiest one to pull since azazel never even showed up in nightcrawler's life until he needed him for something and, in this retcon, apparently doesn't know margali (???). anyway...

it's almost like this one-shot was made without any actual thought put into its story or the characters it involved but that's crazy talk right ???

Sorry to hear you had a bad day anon, at the time I was unable to concentrate and write a response as I was making sure I released Issue 3 of my Comic as well as working on several different custom transformers.

I agree with what you said and its also just weird that Azazel is still technically biologically Nightcrawler's father but also this writer now tied Azazel to Nightcrawler's destiny even more that he now only exists to fight against Azazel, just seems like a really stupid way to try and downplay Azazel but then make him the whole reason for why Nightcrawler exists.

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I Don’t Want To Grow Up. (Doctor!Yoongi x NekoHybrid!Y/N)

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warning- mentions of malnourishment, sex trafficking, fighting rings, abuse, anxiety, ect. 

This is a one-shot but could possibly turn into a series!!

(“Please Miss. Seong, keep up with me. Wouldn't want to get lost, hm?’ Doctor Min cooed”)

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  The claps of thunder could be heard over the roof of the rehabilitation center, big crashes and booms forced my ears to fold back into my head. The ringing of static coming from the overhead lights was barely audible even to the frequency I was able to pick up. It smelt like bleach and metal, anything but comforting. They had checked me this morning after finding my lifeless body draped on the curb side. In all honesty I don't remember exactly what had happened, I just remember the faint shouting of voices from above me and the feeling of hands lifting me up into a moving vehicle. I fell asleep from exhaustion once I hand landed in the back seat. I didn't try and fight them, I simply couldn't. 

  Hybrids aren't always equal to pure blooded animals and humans. The first group of hybrids created in labs sprouted around 50 years ago, about 1,000 of them created. Majority of them died very young due to their DNA or the chemical testing, the rest stayed in the labs. Predator animals were used in labor or law enforcement across the country. They pumped their blood with lab made drugs keeping them on their feet for hours on end without basic things like food or water. Making them the perfect soldiers for whatever the government sent them out to do. Prey animals were bred to cater to human kind, things like the elderly or hospital patients. They were the caretakers for those who could no longer fend for themselves.

  In the beginning of our race we were subjected to being overworked or the weight of our man made gene pool leaving us vulnerable to diseases and birth defects. I suppose over time the scientists finally got the chemistry right, I turned out physically just fine. The worries a hybrid faces now are completely different, especially if you don’t have an owner or a permanent place to stay, unfortunately that's the case for many hybrids. 

Sex or fighting rings ran the streets of the cities for hybrids. Taking children from their mothers and throwing them into abandoned subway stations to be sold off for boxing or underground breeding. Predators were the main attraction for the consumers, big and broad, exactly what they needed them for. I suppose they liked the prey because of how small and weak we may seem, most of us are conditioned to be submissive. They didn't have to use force or violence, just deprivation of what we needed most. 

  I always found ways to avoid the ‘catchers’ as we called them, they were middle men for the actual buyers. They were normal everyday people hired to roam the streets and find stray hybrids vulnerable to kidnapping. Catchers could be anyone who needed some quick cash. Though I never escaped the hands of a catcher easily, it always left me with bruised ribs or a busted lip, but I was more than thankful that was all that happened compared to the later.  

  Hybrid’s rights were very limited for a very long time, we are seen as nothing without a legal owner. We are not allowed to vote, drive, or even seek our own housing despite the majority of us being homeless. I've watched children hybrids wander the streets unclothed and unfed, begging for anyone to help them, it’s a sight that has traumatized me. When all you know is constantly living in flight or fight mode everything feels so incredibly dehumanizing, am I even allowed to call it ‘dehumanizing’ if I'm not even treated as a human to begin with?  I’ve learned how greedy and evil humans can be, they have no one else to blame besides themself the mess they have caused. They are the reason why civil hands remain unclean, their own brother's blood is splattered on their faces. 

  I woke up in a white room on a hospital bed lined with paper. At first my eyes had a hard time adjusting to the bright lights attached to the ceiling. I'm not sure how long I was asleep because there were no windows giving me any indication of what time it was.  I reached my hand up to rub my eyes but was quickly stopped by a wire connected to my veins via a needle. God not this again.

  A knock on the door stopped me from trying to rip the wire out of my arm, my head snapping up at the door just directly in front of me. Not more than 5 seconds later a tall man in a white coat holding a clipboard walked through the door. 

  “Ma’am, I’m doctor Kim. You were brought into the center this morning after someone had called in after finding you passed out on the street. Thankfully so, they saved your life” He nodded towards me sitting down in the office chair in the right corner of the room. I was still in shock so no words were able to form out of my mouth. I just sat there in silence, my heart rate increasing. If something were to happen I would have no escape, that's what terrified me the most. 

  “I know this must be scary for you but I promise you are safe. This is a rehabilitation center for hybrids who are in need. We provide shelter, food, water, and even opportunities for adoption. When you’re ready I have some questions.” He continued on. 

  My heart was beating out of my chest and my fingertips were becoming numb from the constant rush of adrenaline, with little sense in my brain I had left I was able to control my movements enough to nod my head slightly enough for him to notice. I safely tucked my ears closer to my hand and wrapped my tail around my waist. 

  “Okay, can we please start with a name and your breed please?” He smiled, I know he was trying his best to make me as comfortable as possible. “Seong Hyejin, Cat..I think.” I croaked. He used this silence as an opportunity to write, what I assume as my answer, on his clipboard. 

  “Mk, how old are you Miss. Seong?” He said not looking up from his paper. “25”.

  “Are you lost? Do you have an owner?” He finally looked up and looked directly in the eyes. I looked down feeling uncomfortable with this amount of confrontation, “Um, no.” was the only response I could give. 

  “Hyejin, do you mind if I call you that? Yes? Well, my name is Namjoon. I have another doctor here who’s going to be your case manager, doctor Min, he deals with hybrid’s treatment plans along with helping them find permanent homes. He’s the best we have. I promise you Hyejin, you're safe.” His face softened with each word, seemingly he sounded genuine. I truly wanted to believe him, I crave nothing more than to be loved. To have a mom or a dad, to have a brother or sister. I’d sacrifice everything to have someone take care of me, I have been strong for too long. But how can I blindly put my trust in someone when I know all too well how humans can lie, all behind a bright friendly smile. 

  “He will be in here shortly, i’ll see you again Hyejin.” without another word he grabbed his belongings and left with soft quiet footsteps, making sure to not be too loud and scare me.

  My breath finally returned back to normal, slowly going in and out. It had been possibly 10 minutes since Namjoon had left the room. I took these moments of silence to observe the room around me to become more aware and comfortable with my surroundings.

  A second knock arrived on the door along with a warning that whoever was there was coming in.

  This man was a bit shorter than Namjoon was, his hair just a bit longer and a jett black color. He had these small frame silver glasses that laid gently on his nose brigid and rose blushed lips. He was much more handsome than Namjoon was, in my personal taste.

  He turned his direction to walk straight towards the desk, moving the mouse to turn on the computer. Stopping his movements, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed, reaching his hand up to take his glasses off.

  “I’m doctor Min, Miss. Seong. How have you been?” He introduced as he slowly looked up and made eye contact with me. 

  My ears popped up and my tail started to uncontrollable sway back and forth. I was so embarrassed of this I reached behind me and grabbed myself in order to stop my movements. Something about him was so alluring, his eyes or maybe the way my name rolled off of his tongue. Unfortunately, my nose started twitching as well. 

  “Miss. Seong? Is everything alright?” he asked.

  Snapping out of my own thoughts I nodded my head up and down while my eyes continued to grow wider. 

  “Well, I'm going to be your case manager. That means I'm going to be the one checking up on you and your health while you're here at the center, and as we all hope eventually I’ll be the one helping you find someone to live with.” He explained while never allowing his eyes to leave mine. “Until we start your treatment, how about I get you settled in for the night, okay? You were asleep for quite some time.”

  He nodded his head towards me and stood up, making his way towards the door. The hallway we stepped into was completely blank, I saw a couple of doors leading into separate examination rooms but other than that there was nothing giving this hallway depth or personality. 

  As we kept walking I began to hear the faint fowling and growls of predator hybrids. I saw these square rooms closed off by thick glass, so thick it couldn't be shattered by even a bullet. I saw glimpses of claws or sharp teeth breed to spread fear in anyone’s body. I felt as though the walls started to close in on me, the dark corners of the ceiling becoming darker and the gloom that collected like dust started to suffocate me. All the scary thoughts I had buried deep inside of me started crawling back to the surface like maggots, I had even considered allowing them to hurt me if they wanted to.

   Isn't that so funny? Sometimes I feel being hurt is better than ever trying to escape, there is something so familiar and comforting about pain. 

  My body was frozen in place, no matter how much my mind screamed for someone to help or even listen, nothing was working. In my own panic the first thing to keep me grounded was the feeling of two large hands encapsulating my face. As soon as I had opened my eyes again I was welcomed by chocolate brown ones looking into mine, the smell of robust coffee beans filling my senses along with the smell of an expensive musky cologne. My ears started twitching and moving from the sudden nerves I was feeling. 

  “Please Miss. Seong, keep up with me. Wouldn't want to get lost, hm?” Doctor Min cooed as he ran his thumbs comfortingly across my cheeks, my face lit up as my cheeks appeared red. Unfortunately, just as I was getting comfortable he had pulled his hands away from me, not without giving my ears a little scratch first. What is happening and why am I allowing it to happen? This is nothing but shameful. 

  We finally stopped our walking after turning down yet again another blank hallway, we came across a room that was filled with just a bed, toilet, and a desk that had empty coloring pages and crayons on it. Doctor. Min allowed me to enter the room first giving me the time and space to scent check to deem it safe to enter. I was hesitant at first but in the end I gave into the aching in my knees and sat on the hard bed. I felt awful under me but It beat anything I had slept on before. 

  “This is room 22, this will be your room for the time being. I hope-” “Yoongi.” A voice interrupted. Wait, Yoongi? Was that his name?

  Doctor. Min turned around towards the doorway and looked at a man in an officer's uniform, a tiger hybrid that stood leaning against the wall. The hybrid shifted his gaze from the doctor over to me, his pupils dilating just enough for me to catch on to. “We have a problem with the center and taking in new hybrids” the tigers eyes never leaving mine. I moved my tail to the side feeling awkward with this new attention. 

  “Um, okay. Let’s talk somewhere more private Taehyung” Min muttered, grabbing the officer by the wrist while dragging him away from my line of hearing. Their voices were hushed, almost like this was a big secret from anyone besides themself to hear. Was the tiger going to do something bad to me? The way he was looking made a pit form in the core of my stomach. Whatever had happened this morning had left me with a raging headache, I had almost felt the pain at the base of my eye sockets. I just want this to all end and go back to where I was just yesterday. 

  Doctor. Min and the officer walked back in and just stood in silence for a short period of time, “Okay, this is a difficult situation to be in. Today seemed to be a busy day for the center, this is Taehyung, he’s a part of the hybrid force for the police department. He sometimes helps transfer hybrids over safely.” he reached his hand out to introduce the man standing next to him. “There was a mistake in the system, a hybrid has already been booked in this room. Meaning there is nowhere for you to stay”.

  I was almost glad he said this, that means they have to let me go right? Go back to where I'm meant to be? Thinking this made me let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. 

  “That means we’re going to have to transfer you over to Busan to stay at their hybrid center.” It was almost like he sighed as he spoke. Just after the last syllable left his mouth Taehyung let out an exasperated laugh, “God Yoongi, we can't have hybrids there either. When I tell you everywhere is booked I mean it.” Taehyung glared. 

  “Listen Taehyung, I’m not sure what you want me to do. We have nowhere else.” Yoongi rebutted. He turned his stance closer to Taehyung and whispered something I couldn’t pick up on. 

  “Oh.” Taehyung muttered while throwing his hair back with his hand. “Is she code red?” 

  “No, but I do have paperwork for her to start her treatment plan. We started her on a plan to help with the neurological issues and the malnourishment. She hasn't shown any signs of aggression though.”

  Hearing Doctor. Min talking about me like this made me feel a bit awkward and like a bother. 

  “House her for a few days while we wait for a room in the clinic to open up, it’s one of the only last options we have-” “No, I’m fine please just let me leave.” I blurted out without fully thinking, I rushed and pushed my weak body off of the mattress and onto my feet. I started walking towards the door when I unexpectedly felt the same two hands as before grab me by the waist and lift me back up onto the bed. 

  “Mrs. Seong, will you be okay staying with me for a few days?”

(Thank you for reading! i love you<3 Below is a reference of what Yoongi looks like in this.)

[simplysummers]

Discussing Omega’s childhood on Kamino

Maybe I’m one of the only people curious about this as we’re all very hung up on Crosshair right now (understandable, I want our king back too), but I would really like a conversation between Omega and preferably Hunter, but anybody works fine, to delve into what her life was truly like on Kamino. How she was treated, raised, reprimanded, and how this all reflects on her relationship with the bad batch, and specifically in moments where their actions have fatherly intent behind them.

So, here’s what we know so far:

She was essentially raised by Nala Se.

She’s a first gen/holds unmodified Jango Fett DNA. Whether she was created at the same time as Boba, we don’t know, although it is unlikely.

Due to the fact she was unaltered, she must’ve been raised from infancy on Kamino.

She wasn’t allowed her own bedroom, so I speculate she either slept in the medical wing or had some sort of shared quarters with Nala Se.

She was frequently tested and experimented on, quite often against her will.

She was perceived to be property and nothing more than an evaluative source to help further Kaminoan research by everybody excluding Nala Se (potentially)

Her title role was a ‘medical assistant’.

She didn’t have a very warm relationship with the other clones, as we’ve seen they labelled her a “lab scrapper”.

She made friends with the existing medical staff, who were all droids.

And that is essentially it. Of course, we can make speculations, (a few of mine are: she must’ve been tormented by the other cadets for not being like them, she knew 99 and he kept her company whenever Nala Se left her alone, and that although she was educated accordingly for her medical training and basic education, she was very sheltered from things without ‘purpose’ to her life (as we all know, the Kaminoans don’t do anything without purpose) but we don’t actually know anything else about her time on Kamino!

First of all I really want to know WHY she was created. Taking into account she isn’t the same age as Boba (it’s very much suggested she isn’t, I mean she acts, looks, sounds and is treated significantly younger than Boba ever was), and Jango also didn’t request two unaltered clones, she must’ve been created a few years after Boba. Therefore, was Jango aware of her existence? And if he was, did he want her? Again, if so, what did Boba think of her? (We don’t actually see Omega’s reaction to being told she’s different, so although she might not have known of their exact relations to her, it’s very likely she could’ve potentially met Jango and Boba at some point.) So many questionsssss.

Moving on, I’d love to know more about her relationship with Nala Se. We’ve seen that the doctor has a soft spot for Omega, most definitely because she raised and grew to love her instead of deeming her a piece of property (not excusing Nala Se’s vile actions with the other clones, she can still rot, Omega has better parental figures now.), but was it always like that? Did she neglect smaller Omega for being just another clone? Before ‘Mega could show personality and differentiate herself, did Se still view her as nothing more then a test subject? How did that affect her relationship with Omega as a young child.

Speaking of which, what was Omega then like as a smaller child (hard to believe, she’s still so smol lmao), but I’m talking toddler age here. She is basically a regular person, going through regular human changes due to the fact she isn’t altered, which means she would’ve had all of those wretched toddler phases that parents dread. We can most likely assess that she was playful and curious, she still is now, bless her, but how was it received? Smaller children don’t have the complexity to understand the level of technicality that the Kaminoans work at, she wouldn’t have understood the necessity of sitting still and behaving, would she have been severely reprimanded? Was Nala Se nice to her about it? How was she raised to interpret mannerisms of other people in regards to this?

Furthermore, I want to know what tests they were performing on her too. She’s clearly important due to her first hand DNA, but before that was an asset, before the Kaminoans needed that, what were they doing to her? Why were they testing on her? How much pain was she in? Did she receive any comfort afterwards or was she expected to dry her eyes and get on with it? (I’m speculating it was the latter.) I need to know what they were doing and why. What was the purpose!

Her entire previous life is a huge mystery to us and I want to know more! And I hope I’m not the only one!

Just looking at her precious little face hurts because we know she didn’t receive the ideal childhood, if anything it was borderline abusive (I mean, not just testing on her, but the mind games the Kaminoans played with this poor kid, the fact she was well aware she was just an asset to their research and yet she constantly received mixed messages. It’s no wonder she idolised the bad batch so much; they seemed to be the only people who hadn’t either treated her like garbage at some point up until then, or died. Honestly despite the few slip ups, props to them for actually taking her in and being decent towards her.

I mean, this isn’t the purpose of this post, but just look at the comparisons.

She finally receives her own bedroom.

Said bedroom isn’t even a proper room, but they made do with what they could. She even acknowledges this and she still absolutely loves it. It’s decked out just for her with fairy lights, blankets and toys.

As said, she actually owns toys now, we don’t know if she ever did on Kamino, but I’m speculating it was most likely very few if any at all.

She has her own weaponry and equipment, she’s actually being assisted to defend herself and her squad, she’s gaining knowledge the Kaminoans wouldn’t have ever dreamed of giving her.

As we’ve seen with the amount of times she runs to Hunter for protection, she trusts them immensely. They’re doing everything right to gain her apprehensive trust so quickly.

And of course it isn’t just with Hunter (I’m a stan so pardon my consistency with bringing him up) but she’s the same with the entire batch, even Cross to a very mild extent! She trusts Wrecker with her life, she forgave him so easily after the Bracca incident because she knows the difference between someone purposefully trying to hurt her and them having no control over their actions.

We see she’s been patient with Echo and Tech, she loves to listen to them, she’s picked up on Tech’s dialect (as seen in episode seven) and she trusts him to help her whenever necessary, she has such a touching bond with Echo too, their little interactions melt my heart.

I could rant for hours about her bond with Hunter, so maybe that should be it’s own post at some point, but honestly just how she always seeks him out specifically for comfort, protection and reassurance. It’s so beautiful.

The way she’s addressed Crosshair over their few co-existent moments too. She’s tried to reassure him it isn’t his fault, because she knows it isn’t, she trusts him because she has no reason not too, everything he’s done and said to her hasn’t been within his control.

These are all severely different reactions to how she responds to both the Kaminoans on planet, whenever they’re mentioned, and from what we know in regards to how they treated her.

I’m repeating myself from a previous post here but honestly petition to give Megs all the hugs in the universe. She deserves ‘em. 💛

[writersrealmbts]

A Natural: Part 6

Description: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader: You’re a single mom, and your son is your entire world. When you take him to get his first hybrid, his choice is pretty bewildering, until you realize that he was picking out a dad.

Posted: 03/11/2021

Tags: Taehyung, Hybrid Taehyung, Human Reader

Wordcount: 5,024

A/N: It has not been a year, I’m still sorry. It just takes however much time it takes. 

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” You asked, leaning back into the chair, dumbfounded. “He was allowed to come in last time.”

“The laws changed,” The man answered carefully. “The hybrid laws.”

You gripped the arms of the chair. “What?”

He uneasily handed you a newspaper.

You scanned over it, anger boiling up in you. “What?”

He folded his hands together. “I’m not saying we agree with this, but we have to comply or we could find ourselves in legal trouble. It’s the same for your other friend.”

You froze, thinking of Seokjin, who was supposed to work today. “I need to warn him….” You scrambled for your phone, quickly dialing Seokjin’s number.

Yoongi answered, but you gave him a quick rundown and he said he would tell Jin.

After you did that, looking at the newspaper in your lap, you sighed. “This timing isn’t good.”

“I know. I’m very sorry. But I also need to talk to you about your son’s recovery.”

You froze, slowly returning your gaze to the man. “Okay.”

“We’ve noticed in his physical therapy that he gets disoriented very quickly when we’re working with the crutches. Any time he’s in a standing position. We want to run some tests to see if there’s a reason for it.”

You nodded slowly. “Alright.”

“We want to do another MRI,” he said carefully.

You shifted uncomfortably. “Oh.”

“I understand that you’re in a difficult situation, financially. But we don’t want to risk anything.”

You nodded. “We don’t. Whatever he needs. I’ll…I’ll figure it out. Do what you need to.”

He nodded as well. “I’ll get it scheduled and we’ll tell his physical therapy doctors to keep him still until we can figure out what’s been going on.”

“Thank you.”

“And…there’s still a certification program for hybrids….” He hinted carefully, pulling a pamphlet from his desk drawer and slipping it across the desk.

You took it and nodded. “Alright. Thank you.”

He dipped his head.

You exited the office, clutching the paper in your hand, and then went down to lean in the doorway of your baby’s room.

Theo was awake, talking quietly with Jimin over the homework Namjoon had dropped off. He looked tired, and not at all as happy as normal.

You went in, not interrupting as you climbed up to sit beside him carefully.

He leaned into your hold. “Mommy, everything hurts.”

You kissed his head, holding him as tightly as you dared without hurting him. “I know. Why don’t we work on your homework some other time?”

Jimin gathered it up when Theo only sighed and closed his eyes, leaning further into your arms. “Where’s…?”

You cut him off with a look, darting a glance at Theo.

But Theo was already asleep, so you took a deep breath. “The laws changed last night. Hybrids…their freedom. Gone. Long story. Warned Yoongi and Jin. I’ll tell Taehyung when I leave. For now I just told him to stay in the car. I can’t stay long because of it, though.”

Jimin nodded. “I’ve got the day off. I can stay with him. What else did the doctor say?”

“They want to do another MRI, he’s been getting disoriented when upright.”

He frowned. “I wondered. He was okay until the nurse and I helped him to the bathroom, then he seemed to be in a lot of pain.”

You sighed. “I might drop Taehyung off at home and come back.”

“Work?” He asked.

You sighed. “Audits. We’re not allowed at the office. That’s why Yoongi is home.”

“Audits?” His eyes widened. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Well, it’s every section but mine and Yoongi’s so we’re the only ones with job security at the moment. If the company survives, that is.”

Jimin was quiet for a moment. “And if it doesn’t?”

“I’m going to have to find another way of paying these bills.” You smoothed Theo’s hair, studying the little frown on his face. He looked so frail to you. Sure, he was getting better. And he’d been in great spirits most of the time. He didn’t normally seem this frail. Maybe it was all in your head due to your conversation with the doctor.

“The nurse got permission to give him more painkiller before you went into the meeting with the doctor,” Jimin murmured, also looking at Theo.

You frowned. “He hasn’t had that very often. Only mild ones at night, to help him sleep better.”

Jimin nodded. “Thought so. Don’t like that.”

“Don’t like that at all,” You agreed, pressing another soft kiss to Theo’s forehead. “Stay close to him while I take Tae home?”

He nodded. “I’ll tell Theo you’ll be right back if he wakes up.”

“Thanks, Jimin. Everything quiet on your family front?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. They’re quiet for now. The dna test shut them up pretty well. Haven’t heard a peep, especially since you shut that lawyer up.”

You nodded. “Let’s hope it stays that way for now.”

Jimin nodded as well. “He’s really out. Go. You’ll be back soon.”

“Right,” You agreed, reluctantly, carefully extricating yourself from your precious son and his hospital bed. “If the doctor comes by with paperwork for the MRI tell him I’ll be back shortly and tell him about this?”

“Of course. Go, y/n. The quicker you leave, the quicker you’ll be back. I’m going to call and check on Jin.”

You nodded and grabbed your purse, looking over your precious baby one more time before hurrying toward the stairs.

Taehyung was pouting and playing on the tablet that you had brought for yourself, but he perked up when he saw you.

“The laws changed last night,” You told him before you were even fully in the vehicle. “If you want to visit him at the hospital you’d have to become an aid-hybrid.”

He took the pamphlet, frowning. “But…I just want to see my pup. Why can’t I see him?”

“I wish I knew. I have to take you home, though, and then I need to come back because they want to do another MRI and I haven’t signed the paperwork for it yet. He’s having a bad day,” You murmured, sighing. “He had to have pain medicine. He hasn’t had pain medicine during the day in a while.”

Taehyung whimpered, leaning across the console to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “But I want to see him. I want to see him. I know I can’t, but I want to.”

“I know. We’ll figure it out.” You told him softly. “He’s alive. He’s alive, we’re together. And if we can ever get him fully healthy, he’ll come home and we’ll all be together there. And we’ll take him to school, and he’ll grow up, and be good. He’ll be so good.”

“Amazingly good, the best, he’ll be the best person in the world—I can smell it!”

You gave him a gentle smile and then started driving, because you needed to get back to the hospital before any sort of MRI took place. You wanted to be there if they found anything. Anything at all.

You had just pulled into the driveway, when your phone started ringing.

Taehyung had grabbed it while you put the car in park, but he handed it to you with wide eyes.

You snatched it. “Jimin?”

“They-they…he—” Jimin stuttered, then let out a sound while you were throwing the car into reverse and Taehyung was keeping lookout for you. “He just…started…and they…”

“Jimin, full sentences. What happened?” You demanded, racing back toward the hospital.

“He woke up, but he was crying, and he was in too much pain and I paged the nurse and then Theo was screaming because he was in pain, and he wet the bed and the nurse hit the emergency button and they rushed him to testing and—y/n….”

You barely got the car into park, letting Taehyung take care of the vehicle as you bolted to the stairs and took them two at a time.

Jimin met you in the hall, but he was still babbling more or less, absolutely terrified.

You dragged him down the hall to a nurse that seemed to be waiting for you.

“He had a spinal aneurysm that ruptured, he’s in surgery right now and we’re doing everything we can for him. We’ll let you know his condition as things progress.”

You nodded, wanting to snap out a response about not being informed last time, but too scared.

Hadn’t you already gotten too close to losing your baby once?

Jimin squeezed your hand tight and gently pulled you away. “Did you get Taehyung home?”

You shook your head. “We’d just pulled in when you called. He’s parking the car.”

“Okay. Yoongi’s on his way with Jin. Jin can drive Taehyung back to the house.”

“You called Yoongi?”

“I was on the phone with him when Theo woke up. He wanted to take Jin over to your house to be with Tae anyway. He said somebody sane should be here with us when he texted me later.”

“Well he’s not wrong,” You breathed, the feeling of being punched finally settling into your stomach and leaving you breathless. Your baby was in surgery. Again.

It was an age before Yoongi actually arrived, crouching in front of you. “Any news?”

“Ruptured spinal aneurysm. Surgery. Supposedly getting more updates,” You croaked out. You wished Taehyung was here to squeeze the life out of you, but you opted for crushing Jimin and Yoongi’s hands.

“Ok…ok…um…Jin is with Tae, we saw him in the parking lot. I told them to go back to your house, if that’s okay?”

You nodded. “They can’t come in. It’s best if they’re somewhere they can sit comfortably.”

“I almost texted Namjoon and Hoseok but then I figured they were at work and I didn’t want them being distracted for the rest of the day. Best to fill them in when we know more, right?” Yoongi kept talking in a calm tone that was doing wonders to stop your head from spinning. “Have you told Taehyung what you know so far?”

You shook your head.

“Alright, Jin has his phone if you want to call and talk to Taehyung.”

You nodded.

Yoongi pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, give the phone to Taehyung?”

You waited while Yoongi did, feeling nauseous.

“Hey, y/n wanted to talk to you,” Yoongi murmured, looking up and rubbing the back of your hand. “If she forgets, Theo is in surgery.”

You took the offered phone and got up, pacing away to find a place you could talk and break down without anyone around. “Tae?”

“Surgery?” Tae asked quietly.

“Um…ruptured…spinal aneurysm. They’re trying to fix him…but…they told me he was getting better. They told me….” You sat on the stairs and tried to breath.

“I know,” He whimpered. “I know. I wish I could be there. What can I do?”

“What can any of us do?” You asked in return. “Pray? Wish? Hope?”

“Hyung said we both needed to drink a glass of water,” Taehyung sniffled. “And I’ll do all of those things. Okay? We’re not giving up, not until we’re forced to. Both of us will go drink a big glass of water, try to calm down enough to not go crazy and rely on the others to help us through this.”

“Yeah…yeah, okay.”

“Call or text any new information?”

“I’ll give Yoongi that job since he’s the sane one.”

“That works. Y/n? You know that no matter what, you’ve still got me?”

You managed a bit of a smile. “I remember.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” You hung up and stumbled back to the other two, letting your head fall onto Jimin’s shoulder. “I’ve been told to drink lots of water.”

Yoongi nodded. “I’ll go get all of us some bottles of water. And some snacks. We don’t want to be able to see him and then have to leave because we’re hungry.”

“And can you text them the updates as we get them?”

“Of course. Leave it to me. Thank god we had the day off, huh?” Yoongi tried, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.

You managed to nod even if your face refused to acknowledge the twinge of amusement you felt.

Yoongi kissed the top of your head. “We’ve got you, y/n.”

Jimin nodded as he rested his head on top of yours.

Yoongi kissed Jimin’s head as well, then strolled off to the cafeteria.

A doctor was the one to come out and call for Theo’s family.

An uneasy feeling bloomed within you, but you followed him into the consultation room with Jimin in tow and Yoongi promising to be right outside.

“We’ve done everything we can to help him, but there was significant damage that could cause life-long problems—”

“He’ll live?” Jimin clarified.

The doctor nodded, smiling gently. “He’ll live, but he may be paralyzed or live with significant pain. There is a minimal chance of there being no paralysis.” He kept talking about conditions and things but you were stuck in what had already been said. The word paralyzed bouncing around and echoing in your mind and not leaving any room for anything else.

You knew Jimin was filling Yoongi in, but you just couldn’t focus.

Theo was out of it when he woke up, still drugged up, but you got him to take some ice chips, and then sung him to sleep.

Hoseok and Namjoon showed up a little earlier than you expected, even with their summer schedules, but they were there.

Almost everyone was there, but the one other person that mattered the most to you and Theo.

——

“This one wouldn’t reach the threshold,” Yoongi grumbled, then shook his head. “That’s it. I’ll make the ramps you need. Come on. Let’s go pick up the supplies.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, pushing the cart with supplies after him. The two of you were picking up everything you needed to make things accessible for Theo. You’d done extensive research, and talked to a couple different companies about making your house wheelchair friendly, but all of them were so exorbitantly expensive that after crunching the numbers with Yoongi and Namjoon’s help, it turned out cheaper to just do it yourself, and since Yoongi was also on paid leave for work with the audit continuing, he offered to help set up and install everything.

“I’m sure. I took a lot of woodshop and carpentry classes in high school. Ended up helping the teacher teach the class. And my dad taught me a lot of things as well. He had a construction company and during the summers I would help out on some of the sites for some cash.” Yoongi glanced at his watch. “The class finishes in forty minutes, then we can pick up Jin and Taehyung, head back to the house and get some work done before you have to go relieve Namjoon at the hospital. Even then, Hoseok said he could take the next shift because Theo said he wanted to do some school work.”

“I never thought I’d be grateful for extended paid vacation due to auditing that might put me out of a job,” You muttered, thinking about how crazy it would all be if you had been juggling work on top of all of the things going on.

Theo was paralyzed from the waist down, which meant he would be wheelchair bound, and which meant you had a lot of work to do in the house. You’d already rearranged his room to be more accessible for him, and you’d checked the height of the dining table with the chair and your neighbor, who actually installed tubs and showers for a living, basically gave you all of the bathroom things that would help Theo, and had them installed for you for free since you’d helped him figure out an accounting thing earlier that year that saved his company from hemorrhaging money. You’d found a sort of kitchen counter-like table that you had set up now that was at a good wheelchair height. But there were still things like ramps that needed to be put in and around the house, and things in his bedroom to help him get in and out of bed, and just…things to give him more independence as he got older. Yes, a lot of that would come in the form of physical therapy, but until then, you wanted to make your house as accessible as possible.

“Jin said the class was a joke. He’s been compiling more useful information from perusing the internet and different nursing books.” Yoongi grabbed different types and shapes of wood that made little sense to you, but you figured he knew what he was doing. “He’s practically written his own guide at this point and has been going through it with Taehyung. Jimin’s been helping them, too.”

“Have you heard about that town?” You asked.

He turned toward you and nodded slowly. “I have. Jin just about cried hearing that there was a town, or at least a company, that was trying to take care of the hybrids in it. These laws are ridiculous. No, they’re cruel. A death sentence. I’m glad someone found a way around it all.”

“What are you going to do if the company goes out of business?”

Yoongi sighed, leaning against the shelf. “I don’t know. Jimin’s mentioned maybe starting our own company, so that we could employ Jin, but none of us could come up with any ideas for the company.”

You nodded. “Well, if you do come up with one, let me know. I’m a good number cruncher.”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Alright, I think we just need some paint and some sand and we’ll be ready.”

“Paint and sand? Sand paper?”

“Nah, just sand.”

You followed after him, bewildered, but unable to find the words to ask what the sand was for.

“See, when I’m finishing the ramps, I’ll mix some sand into the paint for the tops of the ramps, and that will provide more grip for the wheels and for anyone who might be walking up the ramp as well. Less chance to slip and fall, but also still saving you money.”

You nodded, still a little lost, but trusting him anyway.

Jin and Taehyung were waiting on the bench outside the building, both talking animatedly, when you and Yoongi picked them up.

“This class is a joke,” Jin huffed. “We take the test tomorrow and we’ve learned nothing.”

“Except that the teacher doesn’t have any personal hygiene,” Taehyung added. “Hyung’s going to go over things that he saw in a nursing book with me instead. And Jimin’s going to bring some more books from the library when he gets out of work. I found more information about what might need doing from an article about trained service dogs.”

“Well, Theo will still have some independence, you know. So he won’t need as much as a service dog might provide, at least, not as much as far as we know. I’m still apprehensive about the other, other, other shoe dropping,” You muttered, rubbing your temples. “And at least it should be easy for you to get certified, even if that means you learn more at home. It will allow you to go to Theo’s school and such so it serves its purpose.”

“Yeah. I just…I think it’s a shame that this is all they’re teaching hybrids who are supposed to be helping people. I think we could do better,” Taehyung had a pout in his voice.

You opened your mouth, and closed it, turning slightly to look at Yoongi.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, catching your look and nodding slightly.

That was definitely an idea.

“It couldn’t be that hard to teach us things like, how to lift an injured person, or how to help a blind person, or heck, what you need to know to help anyone. Why not teach hybrids sign language? I know it takes time to learn things like that, but come on! At least get us started, or connected to classes,” Jin ranted. “If a nurse can teach a parent how to lift their injured child to help them, why can’t hybrids be taught that? Most hybrids are stronger by nature! And we can provide more tangible companionship than dogs, who get twice the training we do! No, five times!”

“Did you want to attend the service dog training classes?” Yoongi asked, sounding serious.

That made Seokjin pause. “Wait, why?”

“Well, we could round out our company, and the world always needs more service animals and hybrids, plus then you’d have even more extensive training. Remember that abandoned building over on Fitzgerald road? It’s still in good condition and it’s probably big enough for multiple classes, and training. There’s probably more that we’ll have to look into, but getting certified might be a good first step.” Yoongi looked like he was already mentally crunching numbers.

You slowly started nodding. “Yeah. It would.”

Jin and Taehyung looked lost, but you weren’t really ready to expand as you started calculating an estimate of what it possibly could take to open a training center. Your savings would be shot when it came time to pay the medical bills in full.

Yoongi turned on music just as Taehyung started asking what the two of you had been talking about.

It appeared to be forgotten once at the house though.

By the end of the day, Yoongi had two ramps that were the perfect height and slope and fit over the steps beautifully. Only two more ramps were needed and he promised to have them done by the next day. Then the two of you were sitting with Jimin while the hybrids poured over a book Jimin had brought from the library.

“How much money would it cost to start up?” Jimin asked, looking at the list you and Yoongi had compiled after your research during lunch (you’d given Hoseok the go-ahead to take the next shift with Theo after a phone call with your baby that proved he was in good spirits and more than ready for some catch-up schoolwork).

You pushed the paper toward Jimin.

His eyes scanned it, then he leaned back with a “huh”.

“I can’t swing it with the medical bills,” You murmured, anxiously tapping the end of the pen on your hand.

“My parents want to pay for them. I say let them. And I can do this, like an investment,” Jimin said, shrugging. “Do it. I bet the shelters would love a way for more hybrids to be adopted, and it makes sense. We all still have our jobs, so it’s not like we’re going to risk too much right now. One of us will have to get certified, but I can do that since I’ve already taken some of the classes. And I bet we can work with some of the shelters. I think it’s feasible.”

Yoongi nodded. “I think so too, but Jimin, I can contribute to paying for it all.”

“Forget it, my parents settled their fortune on me after they got their heads out of their asses about Theo’s existence.” Jimin shrugged. “There was more to it than that, but after hours of arguing…let’s just say they’ll be quiet for now. I don’t promise there won’t be trouble in the future, but for now things should be okay. But back to business. Let’s start getting everything together, and working on whatever certifications we might need for this. If you guys want to contribute, you can do so in other ways, but for now it’s best if our money comes from a single source. You’re paying for the apartment right now, anyway, hyung. Think of it as the rent and groceries for the past four months.”

Yoongi was studying Jimin. “You caved and went to work with them, didn’t you? Is that where this job came from?”

“No, I negotiated and my job until I inherit is to manage updating our rental properties and everything that goes with them. It’s more basic than it sounds.” Jimin waved it away. “I’m happy with it, so I’m not complaining, and I can cover the start-up costs. I’ll probably want to work with all of you anyway, so we can just settle it with wages later. You guys do the brain-work, because it makes my head spin.”

“I don’t think I can let your parents pay for Theo. There are too many strings that could still be attached,” You said carefully.

“Look, I can’t explain everything right now, but the money they planned to use had been set aside for…my brother. Since my brother is dead, I convinced them it was only fair and right that his son inherit that. The eventual agreement was that it would be used to pay for his medical bills if he had any, and then college if he wanted to go. Otherwise he would inherit at thirty. There’s a lot more discussion they want to have. With a lawyer, and with you present, in regards to the money, but this was what we managed to come to for the time being. If you refuse, then I have to go back and argue with them for another three days. Please don’t make me argue with them for another three days.” Jimin flopped onto the table with a pout.

You weighed the options out, but kept staring at him. “The strings are attached to you, aren’t they?”

He sighed. “Why am I friends with people who are so suspicious? Yeah, sure. I mean, they made me promise that I would keep them updated on his health. Give them the highlights, like, “Oh, he won the school spelling be” or “he got straight A’s on his report card, again”. But I made them promise not to try and contact you or Theo except through me, and I have it in writing with several witnesses, including their lawyers and a lawyer friend of mine. Is that okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. You can tell them they can pay his medical bills, only because our boss is an idiot that tried to embezzle and if he gets away with it me and Yoongi will be the first ones fired for reporting it.”

“Fair enough,” Jimin replied, smiling. “I’ll let them know. Now, any more objections?”

“I have an objection,” Taehyung huffed, folding his arms. “Don’t you think it’s a little rude to talk so secretively in front of other people?”

Seokjin looked nervous about Taehyung’s objection, fiddling with his flip phone.

Yoongi shrugged. “You two were reading, we were working.”

“Working?” Taehyung asked, coming over and plopping into the chair you pushed out for him.

Seokjin sat beside Jimin.

Yoongi started to talk, but the doorbell rang.

You paused, surprised, then hurried toward the door.

Namjoon held up the bags of food. “I brought dinner. Hoseok is on his way. The hospital had to do a security drill and wouldn’t let him back in because he went to the car to get his book while Theo was sleeping. He said he talked to Theo on the phone and Theo said it was okay for him to go. He still expects you later.”

You nodded. “Okay. Thanks for bringing food, I hadn’t even thought about it.”

“You aren’t going to close the door?”

“Hoseok’s pulling in, it’d be a little awkward,” You answered, glad when Jin came and took the bags from Namjoon because he looked about five seconds away from dropping all of the food onto the ground.

Hoseok hurried up to you. “I’m so—”

“Namjoon explained already. I’ll call Theo’s room and check on him, and I’ll head over as soon as we’re done eating. Come on, Yoongi was about to explain what our job-plan is for after we lose our current jobs.” You ushered him into the house and led the way back. “How’s your summer going so far?”

“I miss teaching already,” Hoseok complained.

After everyone had gotten a plate full of food, Yoongi went over the entire plan concisely. “If we can get this to work, then not only could you two work if you wanted, but we could also help other hybrids get adopted or help them get jobs when the laws change. Because there’s no way these laws are staying the same. It’s still going to be a process, but if we can get it to work….”

Namjoon nodded. “That would be cool. And I would totally be cool with teaching there too, especially in the summer.”

Hoseok nodded emphatically. “I mean, I wouldn’t want as crazy of a schedule as during the school year, but uh, income would be nice.”

“What, tutoring my baby so that he won’t be behind next school year isn’t enough for you?” You teased.

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “You’re paying me in edible food, remember?

“How did lessons go?” Taehyung asked, longing in his eyes.

Hoseok got quiet. “It…was slow. I can see his mind working, but he just can’t seem to find the answer even though I know he knows it and he knows that he knows it. I just think it will take a while for his brain to readjust. There’s a lot going on still, and he’s still getting it, it’s just taking him longer than it used to. He’ll get better at it as he gets physically stronger and things don’t tire him out as easily. He’s still a great speller. He spouts out words all the time.”

You nodded. “He’s been through a lot. He’s still bright and happy, and he’s…mentally active and able. That’s more than enough for me.”

Tae nodded, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, gazing at nothing. Probably thinking about Theo.

You knew you were thinking about your son. You just wanted to bring him home.

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I’ve had this headcanon for awhile now about Ian and Mickey starting a family and since I’m becoming more comfortable with writing, I thought I’d turn it into a fic. Enjoy!

A Life Changing Gift

“Debs, are you sure you understand what you’re offering right now?,” Ian questions, feeling a bit skeptical.

It is Debbie after all. Sometimes she’s perfectly pleasant and reasonable, other times she can be a raging bitch. But, she is his sister and he can’t imagine her offering something this monumental only to renege after they’ve gotten their hopes up. And she’s definitely mellowed out since they didn’t end up selling the house and she didn’t have to find a new place to live.

Ian and Debbie are sitting at the kitchen table in the Gallagher house. She had called him over to look at a cut Franny had gotten playing in the backyard. Wasn’t sure if it needed stitches and thought Ian could use his past medical training to check it out. In reality, it was barely a scratch. Ian should have known at that point Debbie was up to something, especially when she invited him to stay for coffee.

“Ian, I’ve been thinking a long time about this. Came up with the idea months ago but wanted to be completely sure before I said anything,” Debbie explains.

“Yeah, but, Debbie. This is fuckin’ huge. Think about how hard it’ll be on you-“

“I’ve already thought about all that shit, Ian. I’ve been through it before, you know. It’s really not that bad,” Debbie assures him.

Debbie seems sincere. Like she’s really considered every angle, every downside, upside, and in-between. He’s trying to keep his excitement reined in because he still has to convince Mickey that this is a good idea, which could be easier said than done.

“Listen,” Debbie says. “You don’t have to say anything now. Go home, talk it over with Mickey. You can even bring him over here and we can all talk about it if you want. No pressure.”

They both stand from the table and Ian goes to give her a hug.

“Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Debbie jokes. “Thought you hated me and that we don’t do hugs anymore.” She laughs, and Ian knows she’s remembering how tense things were a year ago when she thought she’d be homeless and alone and she lashed out at all her siblings.

“Would you just fuckin’ come here?” Ian smiles warmly and holds his arms out.

She steps into his embrace and he just holds his little sister. Sometimes he still likes to imagine her as that sweet little girl that was always helping people. Always loving people, sometimes so much she would get hurt. It would kill him to see the tears in her eyes.

Sometimes, he sees glimpses of that caring little girl in the jaded woman she’s become. Like when she pretended to be the bride at his wedding; staying in the kitchen, missing the whole ceremony, just so he and Mickey could get married without any problems from the homophobes at the venue. And now, when she’s offering this selfless and life changing gift to them.

Ian whispers into her hair, hair that’s the same vibrant shade of red as his own, “I don’t even know what to say, Debs. Just… thank you.”

Debbie gives him one more big squeeze before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Now, go home and convince your husband to let me have his baby.”

———

“No fuckin’ way, NO fuckin’ way!” Mickey exclaims. “No way am I bangin’ your little sister.”

Mickey hops up on the counter, takes a long chug of the Old Style in his hand.

“Mick,” Ian sighs, leaning up against the opposite counter. “That’s not how it works. You would basically jerk off in a cup and she’d use a turkey baster, in the privacy of her own room,” he emphasizes,” to… place the sperm where they need to go.”

“Don’t you need like, a doctor or some shit to do that?” Mickey asks incredulously.

“Well, you can use a doctor but it’s expensive. This way is free,” Ian clarifies.

Mickey is clearly churning the idea around in his brain. Finally speaks.

“I thought we were just gonna like, find a fuckin’ kid that didn’t have parents or somethin’.”

“We can do that too, one day. Ya know, if we like the first one enough to do it again,” Ian says lightheartedly, slight grin, trying to calm Mickey.

Ian steps toward Mickey, placing his hips between Mickey’s knees, resting his hands on his thighs, rubbing softly.

Ian continues. “Think about it though, Mick. This baby would be us, you and me. It’s the closest we can get since we don’t exactly have the right stuff to do it on our own. He or she would have your DNA and, through Debbie, a little of mine too.”

Mickey beams at this, wraps his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “It would be kinda fun to have a little version of us runnin’ around,” Mickey admits. “You know a kid that’s part Milkovich and part Gallagher is bound to be a little shit though, right?” Mickey jokes, smiling at the thought.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Ian quips, leaning in and planting a sweet kiss on his smiling husband’s lips.

Ian pulls back from the kiss and asks seriously, “So. Do you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. What about you?” Mickey questions.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Let’s call Debs right now.”

———

“I’ve done a lot of research about this. You guys know it might not work on the first try right? Don’t want you to be frustrated or disappointed if it doesn’t work this month. Doesn’t mean it won’t ever work, but it can take a little time,” Debbie explains.

They are sitting in the Gallagher living room the day they are making their first attempt at insemination.

“Yeah, we know, Debs. Don’t worry,” Ian replies. “We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay, good. Keeping your expectations reasonable is good,” she says. “I’ve also been tracking my basal body temperature and took an ovulation test, so today is my most fertile da-“

Mickey interrupts, “Thanks, Dr. Gallagher, but we don’t need all the gory details. Now where do I jerk off? Hey Ian, you gonna gimme a hand, man?” Mickey clicks his tongue and bounces his eyebrows playfully.

“Ugh, no gory details, right? Let’s just keep all the personal shit to ourselves okay?” Debbie requests.

“Yeah, this is already awkward enough. Don’t need to make it weirder,” Ian agrees and eyes Mickey scoldingly.

Ian and Mickey are forced to go into the bathroom because Lip and Tami live there now and their old bedroom is now Fred and the baby’s room. They’re not home but it would be uncomfortable seeing Fred’s little toddler bed, his stuffed animal collection staring at them while Mickey gets off. So, bathroom it is.

“Listen, Mickey,” Ian explains. “I’ll help, but we are keeping this clinical. Short and sweet. We can fuck at home later for fun; this needs to be done with a purpose, a goal. Debbie’s waiting.”

“Ugh, Jesus, man, why you gotta bring up Debbie? Doesn’t exactly make this process easier to think of her waiting in her room to squir-“

“Okaaayy, focus Mick,” Ian interrupts before that sentence goes any further.

Ian yanks down Mickey’s pants and gets to work. He knows exactly how Mickey likes it to make him come quickly. It works and Mickey finishes into the bulb of the turkey baster in record time.

Ian wipes off the edges and walks it to Debbie’s room, knocking on the door. She opens it just enough to stick her arm out and Ian places the bulb in her hand. Ian hears her say, “Uh, you guys can go home. I’ll text you later,” and shuts the door.

On their way back to the Westside, Ian’s phone dings. He picks it up and reads the text from Debbie out loud. “Transfer is complete.”

“What now?” Mickey asks.

“We wait,” Ian answers.

———

“It should have worked by now, right?” Mickey asks, an edge of concern in his voice. “I mean, it’s been almost 4 months. What if like, my fuckin’ swimmers don’t work or somethin’?”

Ian tries to calm Mickey down, rubbing his arm that’s slung across Ian’s belly. It’s midnight and they really should be asleep but Mickey’s spiraling over the whole surrogacy thing.

“Mick, this is normal. We knew it could take awhile. There’s no need to freak out yet,” Ian assures. “What’s all this about, anyway? All the worry.”

“Just… I know it took a long time for me to even wanna have kids. Then you had to convince me to do this shit, to be okay with Debbie carrying my baby. Fuck, that still sounds creepy as hell. But anyway, I know I wasn’t on board with everything at first, but now? Ian, I’m so fuckin’ excited to have a baby with you. To be a dad with you. It’s just hard to wait, that’s all. And then I think… what if it doesn’t happen? What if this whole plan just fuckin’ fails? Then what?”

“Then, we come up with another plan,” Ian assures. “I wanna raise kids with you too, Mickey, so fuckin’ much. I wanna give them the childhood we never got to have. I wanna take them to the beach with you, I want us to play blocks on the living room floor, and read bedtime stories together. All that shit. It’ll happen, Mickey. One way or another, we’ll make it happen.”

Ian snuggles Mickey closer, kisses him on the top of the head, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

They are woken up by Ian’s obnoxious ringtone at 6:00 am, well before they have to be up for work.

“Who the fuck is calling this goddamn early? Better be fuckin’ important,” Mickey grumbles while rubbing his eyes.

It’s Debbie.

“Hey, Debs!” Ian says with fake cheerfulness, still half asleep. “What’s up?”

“There’s two lines!” she screams on the other end of the phone.

“Okay?” Ian replies.

“There’s TWO lines!” she repeats, emphasizing the word two.

“I don’t know what the fuck that means, Debs. Two lines where?” Ian questions.

“On the pregnancy test, dipshit! It’s positive! I’m pregnant!” she yells.

Ian bolts upright in bed. Mickey grumbles “what the fuck” under his breath, eyes still half closed.

“Holy fuck! It’s positive?” Ian exclaims. “It worked?

Mickey’s up now too. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Debs! Thank you! I love you! I’ll call you back later!” Ian says, unable to hold in his excitement.

He hangs up the phone. Turns and looks at Mickey. “It worked. She’s pregnant,” Ian practically whispers, unable to believe it. Ian sees tears well up in Mickey’s eyes and, for only the second time Ian has ever witnessed, they spill out onto his cheeks.

———

“Damn, you look like a beached whale, Debbie,” Mickey observes.

Debbie gives him a dirty look but chooses to keep her mouth shut.

She’s a week past her due date so they are at the clinic today to make sure everything is good. Debbie is up on the table and Ian and Mickey are sitting in the two available chairs when the doctor comes in.

“Hi, Debbie! Hi, Dads!” she says cheerfully. “So we are going to measure your belly and do a quick ultrasound just to make sure your amniotic fluid looks good.” Mickey grimaces at the term “amniotic fluid”. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy, guys!” the doctor says as she whisks Debbie out of the room.

They spent the last 6 months getting everything they needed for their new baby. Tami even threw them a shower where they got clothes, bottles, a swing, a carseat, and about a billion diapers. They decorated the nursery in light gray bedding with tiny white stars. Gender neutral because they want to be surprised. They have everything ready, all they need is the baby who is taking its sweet time.

Around 20 minutes has passed when the doctor pokes her head in the door.

“Sooo, I have some news. Debbie’s water broke while we were doing her ultrasound and her contractions started coming really fast. From what I’ve been told, her first delivery was pretty quick so we’re transporting her to the hospital just down the road, just to be safe. You are welcome to head over there now. I will be delivering so I’ll see you guys there!” and her head pops out as quickly as it appeared.

Ian and Mickey just look at each other, stunned. Finally Mickey regains his senses and breaks the silence. “Well, let’s fuckin’ go!”

They finally make it to the OB floor after a couple wrong turns inside the hospital. A nurse points them to Debbie’s room and they walk in when she’s in the middle of a pretty intense contraction. Once it subsides, she greets them and informs the epidural is on its way.

Once it’s been administered and Debbie is blissfully pain free, she asks, “Do you guys want to be in the delivery room?”

They both look at each other. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” Ian replies.

“Fuck, no,” Mickey says. “I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Mick, you don’t have to watch. We can stand up by her head. Hold her hand. Be supportive since she’s bringing our baby into this world.” Ian turns to Debbie. “Are you sure you don’t mind? We understand if you want to keep things private.”

“Ian. I gave birth to Franny on our kitchen table in front of… like, everyone. Kev saw my vagina. V saw my vagina. Fuckin’ Sean saw my vagina. Trust me, I don’t care if you two are in the room.”

Ian looks at Mickey. “Fuck… fine. We can be in there,” Mickey relents.

A nurse comes in to check Debbie and informs her she’s 100% effaced and 10cm dilated. It’s go time. Things move at a quick pace after that. More nurses come in, turning on extra lights, bringing in supplies, wheeling in the heated bassinet.

Ian and Mickey stand side by side to Debbie’s left, Ian holding her hand, while she pushes. It’s fast. She only pushes for ten minutes before they hear cries and the doctor’s holding the baby in her hands, declaring, “it’s a girl!”

The next thing they know, a nurse is throwing a clean blanket over Mickey’s chest, and another nurse walks over and places the baby, his daughter, in his arms, blood, vernix, and all. Ian expects him to be grossed out but Mickey just stares in awe at this beautiful baby. This baby that looks like him in the face, but has a head of red hair.

Ian steps up to Mickey and wraps an arm around his shoulders, placing his other under Mickey’s arms that are holding their daughter. There is not a dry eye in the room. Ian and Mickey are crying, Debbie is crying, even the doctor and nurses are crying.

The next hour or so is spent getting the baby, and Debbie, cleaned up and dressed. They take the baby and run the normal tests and give her a vitamin k shot.

Once Debbie is in a room, the nurse brings the baby in to her dads. Ian sits in the rocking chair snuggling her while she sleeps and Mickey is right next to them.

Debbie just gazes at this new little family from her spot in bed. “So,” she finally says. “What are you naming her?”

Ian and Mickey just smile at each other before Ian responds, “Debbie, meet Margaret Laura Gallagher-Milkovich. Maggie for short.”

Debbie’s eyes tear up. “You guys gave her my middle name?”

Mickey surprisingly fields this question. “We wanted her to be named after the person that’s responsible for her bein’ here. For helping’ create her for us. I know I give you a lotta shit, but I love ya, and I appreciate the fuck outta you, Debbie.”

“Aww, Mickey, I love yo-“ she begins before being interrupted.

“Don’t get fuckin’ used to it. I’m emotional today,” he snaps with feigned grumpiness. Then smiles at her.

They let Debbie snuggle her for a bit before being released by the pediatrician to take her home. Thankfully they had already installed the infant seat in their car so they were prepared.

They walk through the door of their apartment 30 minutes later. Ian sets the carrier down and picks the baby up out of it, snuggling her tiny body to his chest before passing her off to Mickey.

“I’m not sure what you were so worried about, you’re a natural, Mickey,” Ian says as he gazes at his handsome husband tenderly cradling their beautiful baby girl.

They walk over to the sofa and sit down, thinking about the whirlwind of a day. Not knowing when they got up this morning to take Debbie to the clinic that by evening, they’d be holding their daughter in their arms.

Ian wraps Mickey’s shoulders with his arm, places his hand on their swaddled baby and says, “Welcome home, Maggie Gallagher-Milkovich. Your dads love you so much.”

[briarpatch-kids]

hi! i hope this is okay to ask, i'm sorry if it isn't. do you have any advice or knowledge about getting tested for mitochondrial disease? i have had chronic fatigue, weakness, pain, dysautonomia, and various other random symptoms for about four years/since i was fifteen. i also have diabetes and am autistic. i haven't received a definitive diagnosis for my symptoms. i have read that some of the symptoms i have plus stuff like diabetes can be associated with mitochondrial disease, and i want to look into this but i don't know if any of the tests i've had or my family history would have already excluded this, but i'm scared to ask my doctor as i have been dismissed a lot by doctors in the past and i don't even know if my doctor would know enough about it to refer me to the right place or anything. i don't mean to dump any of this on you, i'm just not sure what to do and if you had any advice i'd greatly appreciate it!! no worries if you don't or if you don't want to answer this though!

You're okay! So the "gold standard" for mitochondrial disease testing is a muscle biopsy. It's a short surgery where they put you under, take a small piece of muscle from your shoulder or thigh, then that'll be tested for issues. It's a bit hard to get this unless you've ended in a specialist familiar with mito's office and they strongly suspect you have it, from what I've heard though. It's expensive (mine was $30,000 for surgery and testing before insurance) and a real "surgery" in the sense that it's very invasive. It will find mito issues if you have them though.

There's also genetic testing, but that usually only shows if you have the "capacity" for genetic mito issues and you'll need both mtDNA testing and regular DNA. I think they call that "whole genome" testing or something. This one costs a lot less, only a couple thousand dollars, but it can totally miss non-genetic mito issues along with showing genetic mito issues that aren't actually being expressed. (Sometimes you can have messed up genes that don't cause problems for one reason or another.) Doctors won't take a positive genetic test as a definite diagnosis because of that and often do muscle biopsy after. It's more of a way to justify the muscle biopsy to insurance I think.

[antisociallilbrat]

Poly!Loser Club Kids HCs

These headcannons take place in my Poly Losers Club universe and these are what I have in mind for kids. A reminder that Stan is NB in this universe. Sorry for them being so long!

Having seven people in one relationship is a lot, but they make it work

Kids wasn’t something any of them thought about, just figured it wasn’t in the cards for them

Despite how badly some of them wanted to be parents

So imagine the surprise when they were busy unpacking into their forever home that Ben had built for them when Bev stood up on the box and announced that she was pregnant

The room was completely silent when the room erupted into chaos

Fear but excitement in different percentages is what every loser was feeling

Yes they were all in the middle of building their careers, but between Richie and Bill who’s careers had taken off, they were more than comfortable where money was concerned

The timing was great too since they had just moved into this beautiful house on a huge piece of land, where Ben could easily add on to the house when need be

Bev was super nervous but she felt like they were ready, they could do this

Stan and Eddie kept up with all the vitamins and doctors things that go along with pregnancy

Bill and Mike were in charge of decorating and getting the nursery ready

Ben was her moral support, her rock through the whole thing

They decided to wait and see the what the gender would be at birth, none of them caring what gender it would be

Bev decided against Stan and Eddie’s wishes and chose to have an at home birth

She wanted all of them with her during the birth

On a fall night a little baby boy with curly dark hair and hints of a Tozier nose came screaming into the world

They decided to name him Oliver James Denbrough

Oliver after Eddie’s dad and James after Ben’s

The last name Denbrough just kinda made since because even though they’re not officially married, they all know they would take Bill’s last name

Yes everyone cried when he was born

All of the losers had fears about being a parent but Ollie really helped them conquer them

All of the losers had fears about being a parent but Oliver really helped them conquer them

I could honestly make another headcannon list on the them being dads but that’ll have to wait

Eddie insisted that at least Bev knows who the biological dad was for health reasons, different diseases ran in each of their families

For them it didn’t matter who the dad was, they didn’t want to know, that was their kid

After an unneeded DNA test (the kid looked just like him) Bev found out he was biologically Richie's

That didn’t matter, she kept that information to herself like they asked her too, I can not stress enough how much they just saw their kid

When Oliver grew up, he turned out to be a mini Stan, even taking over the accounting business as an adult

Bev found that hilarious

Two years after Oliver was born, after they had finally settle down in some sort of routine with their two year they decided to have baby number two

Well baby number two turns into baby number two and three

She was having twins, fraternal ones

That was one of the only time she felt the urge to kill her husbands

Ben added on to the house, the losers fell into the rolls they had during the first pregnancy

Eddie was little more frantic because twins could have health complications and he was worried for Bev and the twins

Bev agreed to have the babies in the hospital to help ease his nerves

This pregnancy was a little rough on her, but she powered through it

She had to be induced and last minute had to have a c section

Only one of the losers could be in the room with her and before they could talk it out, Eddie volunteered

They agreed, Eddie was the best person for it, yet they were surprised because he was conquering his fear of hospitals for Bev

Eddie stayed by her face and he’s not much in words of encouragement like Bill, Ben, and Mike are, but when he said that she’d get through this, she believed him

She never loved him more in that moment

A bald headed blue eyed baby boy and a baby girl with caramel skin and big beautiful brown eyes were born

When the other losers and Oliver were finally allowed to see them, Eddie was passed out in the chair next to her bed, still holding her hand

The twins were next to Bev, sound a sleep after their rough journey into the world

Luka Wentworth Denbrough and Jessica Elfrida Denbrough

Jessica for Mike’s mom and Elfrida for Bev’s

She still had a DNA test done on Jessica, but everyone knew she was biologically Mikes

Didn’t matter, she was still their daughter

Luka got his name from Bill, who had heard the name a while back and fell in love with it

They didn’t tell Richie that they were giving Luka his dad’s name, Wentworth, and he still denies that he cried when they told him that

She was able to guess who’s Luka biological dad was, the DNA test confirmed it, there was only one person he could’ve gotten those beautiful blues from; Bill

Luke also grew in Bev’s fiery ginger hair and she was a little smug about it

Oliver was very excited about having two little siblings

Five years passed and they were all very content, a full house at home

A house full of happiness and laughter

They weren’t expecting any more kids, they were done

Being in their early thirties with fulfilling careers each, three kids at home they all completely adored

So when Bev got pregnant she wanted to kill her husbands and her gynecologist

Her birth control had failed and now she was pregnant with her fourth kid

They feel bad now, but in the moment they didn’t know if they really wanted to bring a baby home

They loved their kids, but they were still a handful

Especially Luka, if Oliver was a mini Stan, Luka was a mini Richie

Jessica was more than happy to play the peacekeeper between the two boys

She was a lot like Mike and Ben in that way, always comforting and humble

After a very long discussion, and Bev threatening them all to personally give them each a vasectomy, Bev decided she was going to have this baby

This was going to be the last one though dammit

This pregnancy was the hardest

In and out of the hospital constantly, the losers were growing really worried for the birth

When the time came, Bev was forced to have another c section

She asked for Ben to go in with her this time, she needed her rock

The baby was so small when he was born, too small

He was underdeveloped and had to be kept in the NICU for the first month of his life

The losers took turns staying with him

Luka asked why their baby brother had to be kept in a ‘fish tank’

He was with Mike and Eddie at the time, and Mike of course explained it softly while Eddie was checking to make sure the doctors were doing everything they were supposed to be when it came to his son

When the baby came home, they finally had a chance to think of a name, as they were too busy being worried when he was in the hospital

Tobias (or Toby) Sampson Denbrough

Stan asked for the named Tobias after their grandfather, and Sampson was just a name they pulled out of a baby book

They were running out of people to name them after okay

Like Oliver, Toby had dark curls so Bev was under the impression that Richie maybe had biologically fathered another kid

There was nothing wrong with that of course

But when the DNA test came back, Stan was the biological parent to Toby

The losers never questioned or cared whose kid was biologically whose, they were just their kids

The first night with Toby at home, they all knew their family was now complete

Yes, they all had vasectomies after Toby was born

They made a day of it

[morimakesfanart]

Sindria's Prophet #13

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[AO3]

((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

---

News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

---

~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

---

Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

[dumb-little-trans-writer]

Rust and Black Thorn Trees. Chapter 1.

TW: religious themes, religious abuse, reality alteration, dissociation triggers, abusive parents

Dasha. Her parents chose this name because it implied purity. A gift from God, or Mother Miranda. And they wanted their girl to be devoted only to Mother, as a pure virgin girl. Her days consisted of being a housekeeper, always making sure her family’s house was as clean as possible, for the blessing of Mother. She hated this life. But the one time she spoke up, she was forced to pray to Mother Miranda on hot coals. At eight years old. “Please, Mama it hurts-” she begged her mother, hiccuping as her Mother forced her down on the coal. She screamed, “You will make our situation worse if you keep doing this, Mother is an all-loving being, and you dare to speak ill of her likeness?” her mother cried, fingers in her daughters long, dark brown hair. The child’s hands shook as they were in a prayer position, she sobbed, unable to think straight. However, in this child’s mind, she deserves it. I dared to speak against my creator, i deserve it, she thought. When she was nine, she decided to make offerings herself of flower crowns and rose stems. When her parents came home to their daughter praying at the altar, and a house that was cleaner than when they left it, they gave her love. And validation. This repeated cycle from birth taught Dasha that her only source of affection was from being devoted to a false God. Until she got chosen to come with Mother Miranda, on her tenth birthday. She pointed at the girl, staring in awe at her presence. “I want her.” she said. The girl was nervous. But she felt a pull to get up, almost like she was hypnotized. She turned around, and caught a glimpse of her parents for the last time. They were crying. They were happy. That was the last she saw of them when the blindfold was gently placed on her, making her blind. She felt Miranda’s cold hand touch the middle of the girl’s back, through the white calf-length dress. She walked forward, and felt so cold. It pierced through the skin and confused the girl. She heard the maternal voice of Miranda, “Take the blindfold off, my child.” she gently ordered. “Yes, Mother.” she obediently replied, fumbling with the soft fabric. The girl noticed the sterile smell in the air as she took the blindfold off. She was in a doctor’s room. The lights were uninviting and made her uneasy. Miranda sat on a stool next to what looked like a dentist’s chair, but it had straps. “I have chosen you to bear a gift, but for me to give it to you,” she paused, gesturing at the chair now wearing doctor’s attire, “you need to sit in that chair for me, can you do that, love?” Miranda asked, lovingly. “Yes, Mother.” she said, sitting in the chair. Miranda started closing the straps. first around her legs, then her torso, and then her upper body. All the girl could think about was how excited she was, A gift? What did I do to deserve a gift from Miranda? She thought. Mother pulled in a tray, with a syringe and a small jar filled with a pitch black liquid. “Mother, I hate to ask this of you, as you know what you’re doing, but what is the gift?” The girl innocently asked. When she didn’t respond, and instead cut the girls dress, revealing her stomach, she thought she had done something wrong now. “Did-Did i do something wrong, Mother?” the girl asked, slightly frantic as Miranda used a cotton ball soaked in some kind of orange liquid, and dabbed it on a specific area. It was freezing, and she started to panic. Thoughts running wild as she filled the syringe with the viscous, black liquid. Miranda paused before injecting the liquid into her abdomen, and put a hand on the child’s cheek. Gently rubbing her cheek with a thumb. She moved a lock of hair out of the girl’s face, exactly like how Mama would do to calm you down. The girl immediately relaxed, her mind going blank, looking into Mother. A small pinch on the girl’s abdomen didn’t faze her. Then the feeling of dread started as Miranda coldly injected what she knew wasn’t a gift, else she was too delusional to realize how sick this was. She finished the injection, and took out a pen and clipboard.

What..?

The girl was confused. She had complied. Why did this hurt so much..? Why was she so weak..? She started hyperventilating. She couldn’t control her body as it started convulsing. The girl’s frail body and mind went unconscious as her eyes and nose started leaking the same viscous black liquid that was injected. Miranda was quickly confused and took a sample. She smiled, for this one had potential. Normally, they don’t go unconscious, and usually the limited mental capacity starts first, along with the slight greying of the skin. She would’ve started to look like a corpse, normally. But it seems the alterations to the Cadou worked. A sample of Miranda’s DNA mixed with the Cadou seemed to change the progression in only female individuals. Miranda wondered how this would affect cross-species organ implantation. She knew that at the least, this would make the passed out girl in front of her infertile. It could eat away at her organs too. She decided to use fresh organs from a female wolf, and implant them into the girl. She only used the reproductive organs and the entirety of the digestive system from the wolf. Everything else was...unethically harvested. It was long, but successful. Dasha woke, confused, and in pain. She was now in a hospital room. It was uninviting and made a poor attempt to look comforting. Miranda walked in, seemingly proud and with her chin high when she realized the child was awake. “Mother, what did you do to me..?” she groggily whined through the throbbing pain throughout her body. “I gave you a gift. The Cadou, mixed with a part of me,” she paused, stepping closer, “you are a part of me.” she said, delusion plaguing her mind. She seemed so excited. The girl was scared. Being scared of God was a horrifying thought for a child. After the child healed, Miranda let her stay in her house. Unsettling. After Dasha settled into her new home, she would be subjected to horrifying psychological torture. The first time Miranda got in Dasha’s head, she created small illusions. She would reach out to touch a vase and it would go through her hands. Small things, to make her rely on Mother for her sense of reality. Eventually it grew to Miranda making her see her parents. Then came the reason for these tests. Miranda was priming the child for this. The child thought she was with her parents again. In the forest, at the place she loved to let her imagination run. She heard multiple growls, they overlapped each other, and she looked around, attempting to find the source. They seemed to be coming from all directions. As she turned to face her parents again, she saw three lycans mauling them. Her Mama’s arm was being torn from it’s socket. The girl felt herself growing taller, hair sprouting rapidly everywhere, and her body changed from that of a human girl, to a tall, lycan-like monstrosity. She became mindless, tearing the flesh from the lycan’s fragile bones, tearing their heads from one of their bodies, the spine with it. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of her was a gutteral croaking sound. Once she had used all of her rage, she felt so tired. She felt herself floating, the tall, muscular form she once had dissipating into a black mist, absorbing back into her body. She fell, with no one to catch her. Once she had regained her balance and composure, Mother would come running. The girl leaked the same viscous black liquid from every facial orifice. She started puking this liquid, and these symptoms, along with intense abdominal pain, as well as emotional mood swings, was the cost of this transformation. This cycle persisted for seven years. Until her parents were taken by Lady Dimitrescu. Presumably for feeding, and maidwork. Miranda realized she would never be able to be useful. The conditions for the transformation to occur, as well as the recovery, were unable to be used properly. So, assuming she would be dead in the forest, she told her the truth about the illusions, as well as the truth about her parents being taken, and drained of blood like pigs. And she cast her out into the wilderness at seventeen. God had now abandoned her. At first, she had the drive to attempt to save her parents. But then she realized this was done to her by the same person her parents deified. Made her do all the chores, primed her for being a nun of Mother Miranda. The people who beat her for questioning Mother’s decisions.

The God who abandoned her.

She had suffered for nothing.

A/N: i changed a bit of the canon because i really wanted to stick with my idea, dont worry, there will be spice and karl heisenberg content

[kessilover]

Mergana 111

Thanks for the prompt anon. I hope you didn't expect something fluffy.

From this prompt list

Summary :

After a period of silence, she finally spoke. “I think Uther might be my father.” He certainly wasn’t expecting that. His eyes widened, “What? Are you sure?”

Suddenly, Morgana laughed, but the mirth didn’t reach her eyes. “If I was, I wouldn’t have done a DNA test.” She waved the small package in the air.

Merlin was in the living room, working on Gwen's computer when the doorbell rang. He sighed and put the RAM stick aside.

It was a deliveryman with a package for Morgana, Gwen's flatmate.

Merlin signed and accepted the thin box. It didn't weigh much, perhaps less than 10grams.

What could it be?

A slight frown creasing between his dark brows when his eyes landed on the address of the sender.

Amata Labs.

It was a pathology laboratory.

"Is that for me?" A voice spoke from behind, startling him.

Merlin almost dropped the box.

He whirled around and found Morgana standing by the door to her room, her gaze fixed on the item in his hands.

What was she doing here? And how come he didn’t hear her leaving her room?

"Uhmm,.... I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry I didn't mean..." Merlin swayed his weight slightly from side to side.

Morgana pursed her lips together and walked to him, "is that for me?" She asked again, outstretching her hand to take the box from him.

"Yes," He tentatively handed it to her and she began to inspect it. He couldn't ignore the way her entire body tensed when she read the sender's address. Morgana recovered quickly though. She tried to look unfazed as she set the package aside on the table to his left. She cleared her throat. "It's nothing important," she told him with a dismissive wave of her hand.

It didn't look like it was nothing, but he and Morgana were not close enough for her to feel comfortable to open up to him. She was Arthur’s ‘sister’. He only got to know her this past Christmas. Not long enough for the two of them to form some sort of deep friendship. "Gwen's computer was starting to get slow. Arthur asked me to check it out for her." He answered the unasked question of what he was doing there.

"Gwen gave me the key to the flat and... I didn't mean to bother..."

Morgana cut him off, "You're not," Her features softened, realizing that she was rude to him. "She mentioned it this morning before leaving. It just slipped my mind for a second."

Merlin gave her a small smile. At least she knew about it. "I'm almost done. Perhaps another 30 minutes to fix everything."

Morgana prickled uncomfortably, glancing from side to side briefly then rubbing the back of her neck with her hand, "It's no problem. Take as long as you want. No need to rush."

Merlin just hummed, noting how her gaze darted toward her mail before she looked at him again.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything." She said and turned around.

"Ok."

Merlin didn't know what came over him but the words left his mouth on their own accord. "Are you okay? You're not sick or anything, right?"

Morgana stopped and slowly turned to face him. "What? Why... why would you ask that?"

He gestured with his hand at the table. "Amata Laboratory. It's near where I work. "

Morgana walked to the table, grabbed the box and held it with both hands. "I'm fine, Merlin. Physically speaking, at least.” With her fingertips, she began to tap on the box. “It's not that kind of test."

"So you're fine?"

“I am.” She assured him.

He wasn’t convinced, “Are you certain?” She opened her mouth to say something, Merlin continued, “You can trust me, Morgana. Whatever it is, I won’t tell anyone.”

Merlin’s words chased the objection right back down her throat.

Morgana spent a long moment mulling this.

After a period of silence, she finally spoke. “I think Uther might be my father.”

He certainly wasn’t expecting that. His eyes widened, “What? Are you sure?”

Suddenly, Morgana laughed, but the mirth didn’t reach her eyes. “If I was, I wouldn’t have done a DNA test.” She waved the small package in the air.

“Oh, wow.” Merlin breathed out. Perhaps, he shouldn’t have asked her to confide in him. This was a huge moment. A life changing moment. He shouldn’t be intruding on it. He should have kept his mouth shut. “Do you want me to go?”

She took a deep breath, “The results won’t change whether you stay or go. But, I rather not be alone when I read them.”

Merlin felt her words swell up inside of him, painfully filling his lungs until it stopped his breath entirely. “I won’t go anywhere.”

“Thank you Merlin.”

Morgana sat by the kitchen island and he took the seat next to her.

She placed the box in front of her and just stared at it. She continued her tapping on the table.

Clearly, it was her way to relieve her anxiety.

He didn’t know what was going inside her mind, still he could understand what she was feeling. It wasn’t an easy thing to accept that your entire world was based on a lie and Merlin didn’t want her to allow hate and anger to control her actions.

“What made you suspect that Uther could be your father?” He asked gently.

Morgana stopped her hand movement, “Do you know how they say that people in coma can feel and hear when there are people around them?”

He just hummed.

“Well, three years ago, I was in a car accident. I was in a coma for twenty days and I had to undergo two head surgeries to stop the haemorrhaging and swelling. It was bad. Real bad.” She took a deep breath, “…and he was there. Uther, I mean. And I could hear him talking to the doctors and saying ‘save my daughter’ and he was repeating the word daughter over and over again. After I woke up, I thought I must have imagined it, because he wasn’t the same man I heard speaking to me and pleading for me to wake up. He just wasn’t. So I tried to let it go.”

“But you couldn’t.”

She shook her head, “The longer I tried to push the thought away, the more it bothered me. And things, weird things, started to make sense. Why he shipped me to a boarding school ever since I was eleven. Why he didn’t allow me and Arthur to spend any time together when we got older. It’s like he was afraid that something might happened between us.” Morgana looked away, he could see her eyes glistering with unshed tears. “I feel disgusted just thinking about it. Because what if-”

“You don’t do yourself any good thinking about that.” Merlin told her. “He must have had his reasons not to tell you.”

“The only thing I can think of is that he didn’t want me.”

“You don’t know that and until you read what’s written in this,” He pointed to where the test results were, “you can’t think like that. You’re just going to hurt yourself.”

“Are you really listening to what you are saying right now, Merlin. It’s an absolute rubbish.” She snapped at him, “If Uther is truly my biological father, it changes everything. Every goddamn thing.”

“It shouldn’t-”

“Stop it.” Morgana hit the table with the palms of her hands and stood up. “It’ll mean that for the past 15 years, he let me believe that I was an orphan. That I had no one and all along he was there. I had a father and a brother. Instead, he let me feel like I was nothing more than a burden. Like the only reason he took me in was to honour the wishes of his dead friend.”

“Maybe that’s why he never told you.”

“If he wanted to honour his best friend, then perhaps he shouldn't have fucked his wife.” She snatched the package and ripped the seal open. She opened the envelope, and then extracted the paper. She unfolded it and started to read it.

Her hands were shivering.

It was the longest 5 seconds in his entire life and he watched as different emotions washed over her face. It was fear, then shock and eventually anger.

“Morgana-”

The paper fell from her hands and she collapsed down, “He’s my father. That son of a bitch is my father.”

Oh, shit! Merlin thought.