Emerald family/ adopting more..? · Y/n story by @evelyn

The agency’s common room was a symphony of controlled chaos. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, bleaching the color from the worn linoleum and the mismatched, donated furniture. A low hum of chatter, sniffles, and the occasional shriek from a dropped toy filled the air.

Technoblade

looming over a small group of children building with blocks And then the blood god demands a tribute of… your juice box.

A child began to cry. Technoblade’s stoic expression did not change.

Wilbur Soot

wheezing from a sagging couch He’s going to get us banned! Phil, tell him he’s going to get us banned!

TommyInnit

crouched in front of a wide-eyed boy Go on, say it! It’s just a word! whispers Prime…

Philza paid them no mind. He stood beside Kristen near the doorway, his dark wings held tight against his back, his gaze sweeping the room with a practiced, weary patience. Kristen’s hand was a gentle pressure on his arm.

Kristen

There’s no rush, love. We’re just looking.

Just looking. He’d agreed to that. Three was plenty. More than plenty. A full flock, a noisy, chaotic, wonderful flock. His eyes drifted past a girl braiding another’s hair, past a boy staring blankly at a picture book, past the chaos his own sons were cultivating—