Been sitting on this story for THREE YEARS. Three years I've been waiting to share all THIS FUCKING CUTE SHIT WITH YOU GUYS. God. There are gonna be a lot of cute af Legacies now that the end of the world is over LOLS


July 2020, Atlantis, Atlantis

Desmond hated meetings. Hated them so much. Especially with proeathans. Since he'd reminded all the proeathan leaders that he was in fact that one in charge now and they would be answering to him it had been a lot of back and forth. The Adjatevs were being made to pay for their war crimes, but the newly elected Cabinet was slow to enforce anything on their own people. Desmond was super close to just going back into the Selene waystation and forcing them. He was just a guy and here he was playing politics. He hated it. But he was also stadalla and even in just two short years it seemed like everyone had forgotten that. Maybe he needed to remind them.

He was leaving one such political meeting with the heads of the proeathan and human states save for the Adjatev rep. Merccion, the leader of the Cabinet, but not the Chancellor, hadn't been there. Desmond would remember that. He was trying to forge good relationships between everyone and the fucking Adjatevs fought him every step of the way. Only small progress had been made in the past two years. Desmond didn't even want to do this. He had a better project in mind to take up his time, energy, and efforts. One that was actually rewarding.

Maybe it was time to thin the Adjatev leadership like he had at first. He'd been selective in who had to die at the head of the proeathan government. It had included all of the previous Cabinet, and Chronos, and some other leaders of the other nation-states.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts on his way out of the meeting, back to his office, that he didn't notice someone come up behind him. He cried out when they jumped onto his back.

"Desmond!" Lucy called her arms around his neck.

"Holy shit! Hon, don't do that." Desmond bent his knees a bit so her feet could touch the floor.

"I surprise you?" she asked and though he couldn't see her he knew she was smiling widely.

"Yes, you did," Desmond said and grabbed her hands, unclasping them from around his neck and turning around to face her. "What is it?" he asked, still holding her hands.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Uh-oh," Desmond grimaced. "Am I in trouble?"

"Yes, and no," she said sweetly.

"Shit," he muttered. Whatever he'd done, or hadn't done, probably wasn't too great.

"It isn't bad," she promised him and popped up onto her toes to give him a peck on the lips. "I'm just annoyed."

"Shit," Desmond said again.

"You'll like my solution to my annoyance though," she promised him sweetly, coming to press up against him.

"I will—?" he sort of ended in a squeak when she grabbed his crotch. He was glad they were the only people in the hall. "I will," he said and she smirked. "Soooo… I guess I'm done working for the day aren't I?"

"You are," she said smugly.

"Okay," he said. She just walked off and Desmond followed like the good husband he was when his super amazing wife said he was done with work because she wanted him. He wasn't going to complain. He worked all the damn time, was tired most of the time, and still sometimes had nightmares, sex wasn't always on the agenda.

Their home was the one Desmond had made in the Unnamed for them, recreated in the real world. With a few additions. He'd added more bedrooms both for visitors and because he had no idea how many kids Lucy wanted so he'd just prepared. It was the same layout Lucy had liked for so long but was filled with different things because the things they'd wanted in the Unnamed didn't really exist anymore. It was in the large building that encircled the Unnamed on the highest floor and took up most of the floor so Desmond could look out on what he'd made with a smile knowing he'd made something wonderful for both the other humans and proeathans and his future children. Atlantis was still small but was growing quickly. New buildings were going up all the time and relations between humans and proeathans were healing slowly. That'd take decades yet still. They had time. Rebuilding and healing the huge wounds in the world would take time and Desmond had all the time in the world now to make sure they mended. He hoped within the next fifty years there would be mixes. It was better that way. If their two species just freely mixed and they weren't so separated. If nothing else it'd ease a lot of tensions and bad feelings that lingered and would linger for a long time. For now, humans lived with humans, and proeathans lived with proeathans.

A lot of humans from Demeter lived in the building too, on lower floors. They wanted to be near Lucy who was their Angel. That had gotten around real fast amid the other humans and it was tangible. It wasn't their nameless, faceless, man in the sky. Lucy was someone they could really see in real life and what she'd done grew in proportion every year. Desmond's role had been flopped from evil to more neutral. No angel at the battle of Atlantis two years ago could look at him and see him as he'd pretended to be. But they weren't sure what to make of him either. Cain said the Faceless were restless because of all these new religious ideas and they were trying to assimilate both Desmond and this Angel of the Lake icon into their iconography for proeathans to consume as well. But this would change things. There had never been proeathan gods like the Angel and her stadalla as the humans were calling it. The entire religion was going to change. Desmond wasn't exactly pleased by that.

Lucy was also super over the whole Angel of the Lake thing and had since dyed her hair to help hide her appearance since blondes were still so rare. She'd dyed it normal colors for a few months, brown and black mainly of various shades. She'd had gotten tired of that pretty quick. Right now it was a very light lavender color. Kinda weird, kinda cool. Jake, of course it was Jake, thought it was awesome and promptly dyed his hair indigo and somehow convinced his brother to dye his blue too. Desmond thought they were crazy but they were happy so he wasn't going to fight them about it. Weird dye jobs had started to pop up around Atlantis because of those two among the humans but surprisingly it was the proeathans who had become especially taken with bleaching their hair and dying it extravagant colors. Anything to be different.

"So, am I in trouble, or am I not in trouble?" Desmond asked when they were finally inside their home. It was still sort of empty. They both worked so much they didn't have time to live in it or collect things. Not to mention he and Lucy weren't really 'things' people. They liked things to be clean, orderly, undecorated. It was how they'd been raised. Altair promised that in a few decades they'd start to accumulate 'stuff' as that teaching wore thin and they became more distant from their mortal lives and childhoods. That and he promised they'd have all sorts of weird things in their house once kids came into the picture. You just had things when you had kids because kids just needed or wanted things and toys and a thousand things to get underfoot. But for now, it was pretty utilitarian.

"Both," she said, turning around and looking at him smartly.

"How can I possibly be both?" he asked as she came up to him and undid his belt.

"Usually you don't get any when you're in trouble," she said.

"This is true," he agreed.

"But, you're still in trouble."

"But like you said about the whole getting laid thing," he said and followed her when she dragged him away from the door by his undone belt. "What'd I do?"

"Its what you didn't do."

"Okay, then what didn't I do?" Desmond huffed as they came into their bedroom.

"Remember when we were in the Unnamed?"

"How could I forget?" Desmond asked and leaned down to bump his nose against her. "Would never have come out if not for you."

"This is true," she smirked. "Well, do you remember what I said?"

"We were in there a relatively long time. Lots of things were said. Which one am I forgetting?" Not like Desmond didn't have five thousand other things to remember or anything. He didn't say that. He should remember things his wife thought were important. He'd made this entire place for her. So they could have a safe place to have their kids. Anything she wanted was important to him.

Lucy took his hand and put it on her flat stomach, "I'm not going to die in three years, but you promised we'd have kids," she said.

Desmond blinked a few times. "And I fully intend to keep that," Desmond said seriously. "But we both know that it really isn't a good time."

"I don't care," she said. "I might not age until I feel like it, but I'm still gaining years. And unlike you boys, girls don't have all the time in the world to have babies."

It came to Desmond slowly. He was an idiot sometimes, was working on that. But it clicked. "Oh… oh," he said and looked at her in an entirely different way. Lucy wouldn't look different than she did now unless she told Desmond to make her mortal again. But the two of them weren't true immortals. They didn't go Under, their bodies weren't remade. The bodies they had were the ones they had. All women had a set number of years before their eggs just, basically, went bad. Didn't matter if they were immortal or not.

"You promised me before we left. It's important to me because I want it, and no one else is making me."

"I know, I know," he said softly and leaned down to kiss her. "But you have to agree, it's horrible timing."

"I know. I don't care. I don't even know if my body works differently because I'm a synth. I might have less time," she frowned unhappily at him.

Desmond let his breath out in a huff, his lips making a sort of motorboat sound. "I just… in good conscious I'd feel bad," Desmond admitted. "Like, it isn't the end of the world, but its pretty close. I literally just got out of a meeting where Od informed me if that something wasn't done about the Adjatev Cabinet to bring them to heel or into the Fold he'd force them to. We just got out of a war and these proeathans are ready to go into another one. I don't want to bring a kid into that."

"But I want to."

"I know," Desmond said. "But they'll be my kid too," he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm also reaaaally busy. I want to be able to not have to do anything for when we have our first baby. You know I'm doing like ten things at once. You think that'd be fair to any of us if I couldn't spend time with you?"

"No," Lucy agreed softly, but also sort of heartbroken. She knew he was just being realistic. "But I'm worried if I don't now when my body is still 'young', I won't be able to later.

"We will," Desmond promised, kissing her lightly. "And it'll be fine. If it'll make you feel better Demeter can hold onto all of your eggs so we can use them whenever we want."

"… I never thought of that. That is really smart. I can't decide if I'm impressed with how smart that is or annoyed I didn't think of it and you did," she said. He just chuckled.

"See, good for something," Desmond grinned.

"Yes," she said. "I'd still rather try it the old fashion way and not with Demeter's help," that made him laugh a bit. "Good ol' college try and all that."

"I really think it'd be better if we waited," Desmond said. "We're young yet, we have time," he reminded her.

"I hate waiting."

"Oh, I am well aware. You dragged me away from work for this," he teased.

"You hate it anyway."

"I do."

"I'm much more interesting," she tugged him down by the collar, their mouths almost touching.

"You are." He kissed her.

"Say yes," she said softly.

He gave an annoyed whine and tugged away from her a little so he wasn't completely influenced by her because she would absolutely try and change his mind, "Yes, we will definitely have kids. But… not right now. It isn't a good time. I promised you in the Unnamed I'd make it safe. It isn't safe yet."

"You're the stadalla," she reminded him. "My stadalla," she added. She grinned when he gave her an unamused look.

"Yeah. I'm the stadalla, and the stadalla says we should wait."

She groaned at him and let him go, "Fine," she huffed. "Fine. We'll wait more."

"Just until I get the stubborn idiots of the Fold to come to some sort of actual truce and treaty," a task easier said than done. "Then we can have all the kids you want."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She eyed him and then held up her hand, pinky extended to him, "Pinky promise."

He grinned, "Pinky promise," he said and hooked his pinky with hers. "We'll go visit Demeter, she can put some of your eggs on ice and we won't have to worry about if the proeathans made you any less perfect than I know you are."

"Oh now you're just laying it on thick," Lucy said, grinning.

"Have you met me? Thick is practically my middle name."

"Oh, I know," she gave him a look.

"Does this mean we can still have sex even though we're not going to try for a kid?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes," she said after a moment.

"Awesome," and then he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck. He reached down and picked her up easily. She kicked off her shoes while he carried her to the bed.


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