Run Bravely Backward

I’m working on requests, too, I swear. orz

Cross posted from this kink meme prompt:

So, in an AU where the kids and trolls have newly settled together in uneasy co-habitation, the kids start to think about reproducing (I imagine they’d be about 19-20 at this point) – Rose and John having kids (though I don’t want them to be together romantically), and Dave and Jade having kids, I want to see how the trolls react to pregnant humans, basically I would like to see Kanaya being completely fascinated and a bit protective of her pregnant matesprit, and to be realistic, a bit grossed out too.

Bonus for Karkat/John on the side and trolls getting jealous about Rose and John’s mating. 

Double bonus if Rose gets majorly hormonal and becomes vicious enough to scare even the most formidable trolls (any other pregnancy cliché’s that take your fancy would be hilarious, also)

Tripple bonus for Rose/Kanaya comfort lovin’, the fluffiest, most sensual smut ever, rot my teeth, anons.

This will eventually contain some fluffy smut, but for the most part, I’m thinking it’s going to be pretty sfw, so no label ‘til then. :)

-AO3 Mirror

Your name is Kanaya Maryam, and you have no idea what to expect when your matesprit mentions a human “baby.” Well, that’s not entirely true. You know that babies are small, fleshy beings and that human females give birth to them from their own bodies—a rather strange and impractical way to do it, in your humble opinion. But you were raised to tend the Mother Grub, and your fascination with your species’ young has transferred to a budding interest in the young of your matesprit’s species—no matter how strange and fleshy they may be.

“Kanaya? Are you all right?”

You look up at Rose, realizing you were distracted by your own thoughts while she was talking. “Yes. I apologize. I am fine.”

“What do you think of the proposed idea?”

“Of you and John… making love?” It’s taken you some time to get used to the human phrasing for the act of pailing. But you much prefer the term “making love” to the more vulgar terms John and Dave tend to use. Because that’s what it feels like with Rose—like you’re renewing and strengthening your feelings for one another. And that makes approving such relations between your matesprit and John more difficult than it should objectively be. “Your species deserves the opportunity to repopulate. The fact that our chance was destroyed in a fit of foolishness does not mean that you should not receive yours with open arms. I am in no position to object when the future of your species is at stake.”

Rose touches your arm, her fingers warming your cool, faintly glowing skin. “You are in such a position, Kanaya. If you would prefer I not engage in this, I won’t.”

“I cannot decide if your prioritizing my feelings over your own species’ survival is more touching or imprudent.”

Rose chuckles. “I might suggest that it is, in fact, both.”

You sigh, smiling slightly and covering Rose’s hand with your own. “Humanity’s propagation has nothing to fear from me, then. It would be fascinating to learn about human young from direct experience. I never even received the chance to aid in bringing grubs into the world. I do not believe that it would be an entirely unenjoyable experience for me.”

Rose’s smile widens, and she leans over to kiss you on the cheek. “Thank you, Kanaya.”

“Did you believe that I would deny you this small request?”

She raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I don’t believe it’s as small as you think it is. But,” she pauses to think for a moment, “no, I presumed that you would understand. I think John will encounter a greater challenge with Karkat.”

You laugh lightly. “I am inclined to agree. But we are ‘in this for the long haul,’ as your ectobrother would say. I would love nothing more than to help see you through this.”

Rose stands up and comes over to sit on the arm of your chair. You turn as Rose leans down to press her lips against yours. Brushing your fingers over her cheek, you lean up into the kiss. She pulls away, smiling, to look you in the eye and brush a stray hair from your forehead. With a quick kiss to the top of your head, she hurries out of the room to give the other humans the news of your acquiescence. You make a mental note to research human “pregnancy” on the internet.

How bad could it be?

[—> Chapter 2]