#rewrites

-You constantly talked about the future together. What sort of house you dreamed of and the interior of it. Of the large kitchen island you could share dinner with after coming back from a hard day of work, the dog you'd have and the hero agencies next to each other.

-Of course there was the talk of children. Sero wanted at least four, a comment he immediately got hit in the face by a pillow by before you protested with the fact he didn't need to get his private parts ripped apart four times. So you settled on two.

-Sero was absolutely smitten by you. The thought of coming home to you one day, seeing you in a wedding dress, cooking with you, doing laundry with you,, growing old with you. Life was short and he could not waste a single second of it.

-When your graduation had arrived, Sero got on his knee with a wobbly smile and a ring in his hand. It wasn't long after that before the two of you moved in together and married only two years later.

-Having reached the age and financial situation in which you both agreed was suitable to take the thought of having children a little more seriously was one you hadn't expected to be one that was so incredibly difficult.

-Tracking cycles, changing diets, changing daily routines, many many failed pregnancy tests and doctor's visits. Along with that came many doubts. Sero blamed himself for it all, blamed himself for being the reason it didn't work. It ate away at him.

-It was when he came back from work with his helmet in hand and zipper half way down, dirt smeared on his cheek and he was pretty sure he reeked of sweat at that point when saw you standing before him with a trembling smile with two hands tightly wrapped around a plastic stick.

-Sero couldn't remember the last time he cried so hard. His arms were so tightly wrapped around your shoulders you were sure if he held onto you like that for another 5 minutes you would've suffocated.

-The two of you stood there in that hallways for awhile just crying together while holding each other. He sniffled when he pulled back and slid onto his knees, arms wrapped around your waist before he hugged your stomach.

"T-thank you..i love you so much, god (y/n) you don't even know.."

-Throughout the pregnancy Sero is an absolute doll. The most perfect partner you could wish for in this time.

-He had already read all the pregnancy blogs and books way before you two actually conceived. Sero left for the grocery store that very same evening and came back with bags full of vitamins, fresh vegetables and massage oil.

-Sero is there when the morning sickness hits, rubbing your back and holding your hair. Telling you he's sorry and even though your hunched over a toilet bowl you still look incredibly beautiful to lighten the mood.

-Especially the first trimester he's incredibly nervous since its the most crucial one to your baby's health and he's worried about you. The minute he found out about your pregnancy he immediately demanded you don't go out patrolling anymore.

-Craving a specific kind of snack which is most definitely gonna make a normal person throw up at the thought of the combination alone at 3 am? Your husband is there in the kitchen, happily cooking it up while chatting with you as if he doesn't have to get up at 7 for work.

-Oh? That ice cream that you want so badly isn't in the fridge anymore? No worries, your husband is already holding his car keys ready to scan the evening market for it and bringing it home to you asap while wearing the mustard yellow crocs he's owned since he was 16 and his pajamas.

-Every week he brings home the fruit or vegetable that your baby's size is compared to. Starting small with blueberries and grapes but slowly and surely they turned into an apple, a tomato and a mango. It was a fun way to celebrate every single week.

-He's so fully prepared for when your stomach gets a little bigger and your back starts hurting. Sero has had to undergo a lot of physical therapy and professional massages throughout his life due to his elbows sometimes feeling sore if he overworked them. His hands are genuine magic.

-He'll make it into a whole thing too. First drawing you a warm bath with your favorite bath bomb and some candles, he'll bring you a bowl of your favorite cut up fruits and a cold glass of whatever juice it is you like. He'll sit behind you, washing your head for you and just enjoying his time with you before his hands make their way to your shoulders and back.

-You sleep like an absolutely baby that night.

-Pregnancy can cause a huge hit on your confidence, especially once you reach your third semester and really start showing. None of your clothes from before fit you anymore and you hate the way pregnancy clothes look on you.

-Whenever Sero catches you staring at yourself in the mirror just a little too long than you usually would he's immediately behind you with his arms wrapped around you from behind and his face nuzzled into your neck.

"You're so magnificent. Growing a human being by yourself and looking fantastic while doing so, i can't believe i get to call you mine."

-Sero would always be there. No matter what, you still felt as loved by him as you did when you were in high school together. Possibly even more. He always knew the right things to say and do.

-A fact proven yet again to be true when your water broke when you got up in the middle of the night to go pee. 

-Two weeks before your due date causing Sero to immediately stress out only for you to reassure him two weeks isn't that bad, not considered to be premature at least.

-For a man who throughout the entire pregnancy seemed to be quite calm and collected he's now shaking and cursing to himself softly as he goes to pack your bags and get the car keys. As much as he tries to hide it from you, you can still notice his hands shaking slightly and his knee bouncing up and down as the two of you sit in the delivery room.

-He's such a worry wart as you sit in the delivery room, constantly pacing up and down and looking over the nurse's shoulder whenever they come to check up on you while biting on his fingernails.

"Do you need water? Want me to get the nurse? I should probably call your mom right? Are yo-" "I'm fine, Sero"

-Sero needs to sit down for a bit after witnessing the size of the epidural needle. He knew it was a bit longer than usual vaccine needles but he hadn't expected it to be that long. For a pro hero who had witnessed all sorts of medical procedures this had been one of the few that made his head spin and face turn white.

-When the time had arrived he's there by your side holding your hand, willing to sacrifice it with the strength you were squeezing it. His complete attention is on you and only you. He's turned to you, head right besides yours as he whispers encouragement to you.

"C'mon you got this, just a little more yeah? God you're so strong its crazy! Almost there, you're doing so good i love you."

-The minute the cries of your son echo through the room he lets out a sigh of relief before laughing softly. Such a weight that was lifted off his shoulders, one he had been carrying for so long he was overwhelmed by two years of emotions.

-Sero sobs so loudly when they put your son on your chest, immediately grabbing you and littering your face with tear mixed kisses as the two of you coo over the little boy you had so anticipately waited for these last few months.

-Your son is an exact copy paste of his father aside from the color of his eyes. Its not hard to notice that his elbows are a little thicker than usual as well, you could make a pretty good assumption on what his quirk was going to be already.

-The rest of the night Sero is sitting next to bassinet admiring every little detail about the little boy while you take some hard earned rest. He's smiling to himself, once again wiping his eyes as he's overwhelmed by the love he feels for his little family.

-Great hero, fantastic husband and now an even better father. He really was the whole package.

Denki Kaminari

-You and Kaminari got together around two years after graduating. It was through a mutual friend and you couldn't lie about the fact he always caught your eye whenever there was a hero event and you saw him from the opposite side of the room.

-It was pretty casual at first, neither of you two wanting to fully commit and just have fun with it. Yet here you were with a shared two bedroom apartment in which one of those bedrooms was used as a half storage half workout room and a cat that adored you and tolerated Kaminari.

-You could say the two of you were quite committed to 'the bit' as Kaminari once called it before he spent the night sleeping on the couch.

-There were no grand plans you made for the future together such as a house or a family or anything along the lines of that. You liked living in the moment of it all. See what the future would bring you along the way.

-And sometimes three unexpected positive pregnancy tests come along your way. One to try and see why your period was late. A second to make sure and the third to see whether it was just those specific cheap brands or if you really were pregnant.

-You were very pregnant.

-The fact Kaminari thought you were joking at first and therefor moving along as if nothing happened didn't make the whole, already stressful, situation any better. To the point where you started angry crying thinking he didn't care only for him to then realize this in fact was not a joke.

"Damn i guess my pull out game is not stro- ACK" 

-Best believe he was sleeping on the couch once again that night.

-The two of you had a long conversation that night, sitting across the table from each other while thinking of all possible outcomes, possibilities and things that would have to be done in order to even consider committing to such a responsibility. 

-You couldn't lie when you said you hadn't thought of the idea of raising a kid together with Kaminari. And that that idea made you somewhat excited about the whole thing. You were both pretty well known heroes, you a little more than him, with fantastic income. There was a spare room that didn't really get used and your cat had always loved Kaminari's nieces and nephews.

-Kaminari wanted it so badly but couldn't help the doubt of him not being responsible enough for a kid. Would he even be a good father? What if he dropped the baby? What if he forgot to feed the-

-A good knock on the head followed by reassurance with the fact you two were doing this together and that he would be a good father were enough to get him in a giddy mood, immediately going on a rant about possible baby names and how cool their kid was gonna be.

-Best wish your morning fatigue isn't too bad because even though Kaminari's gonna be next to you holding your hair up and patting your back best believe he's puking along side with you. 'An empath' as he calls it.

-Kaminari and you hadn't exactly planned on this so you're making sure to read into a lot of the things that come with pregnancy. You have your books and Kaminari,, has different sources for his pregnancy knowledge.

 "Reddit says-"

-Once again he's sleeping on the couch. At least he decided to pick up on your pregnancy books and actually learn something real this time.

-He has such a hard time keeping it to himself its killing him. Especially whenever he's with his friends Kaminari really needs to bite his tongue to not just burst out that you are pregnant. The first trimester rule was gonna be the end of him.

-Makes it a whole thing when telling his friends, inviting them all to your home to show off his new 'men cave' only for them to walk into an unfinished baby room that only had a crib in the middle. Clearly unfinished but they got the idea and were very happy for you two.

-He's so proud of having put it together as well, up until Bakugou inspects it and lightly touches it before it falls apart. Kaminari's getting a good scolding from the blonde before Bakugou rolls up his sleeves and starts putting it together himself.

-The two of you actually get a surprising amount of help from Bakugou with the baby room who is apparently an expert in a lot of handiwork.

-Once the media gets a whiff of what's going on in your private lives and he's finally able to speak on it Kaminari is BOASTING about it in interviews. He seriously can't shut up about how excited he is and how he has the most amazing partner in the world. All the fans love it.

-Kaminari is the type of person to join you in whatever abomination of a craving you have. Pickles wrapped in roll-ups? Instant ramen with chocolate sauce? Oh he's making two portions of both and happily munching away besides you on the couch at 2 am.

-Poor guy can't keep up with the mood swings to the point he starts getting them himself. One minute you're shouting at him for breathing wrong causing him to get irritated then you start crying and he's crying alongside you.

-God what a burden he must carry to satisfy his pregnant wife who's eagerness is through the roof because of hormones. What a rough life it is for poor Denki Kaminari

-When you near the end of your second trimester Kaminari takes a leave from work to do pretty much all house chores for you. There might've been a chemical gas in the bathroom from cleaning supplies that should not have been mixed and a white shirt turned pink in the wash but he got the hang of it eventually. At least the spirit was there.

-He loves talking to your stomach when you're asleep. He's a little embarrassed about it so he keeps his voice down but you've caught him doing it a few times. Didn't have the heart to interrupt him so you just try not to smile as he has his head resting on your thighs while keeping his hand on your stomach.

-Talking about all sorts of things. His day, funny stories from your high school life or just random things in general. He'd always get all smiley and happy whenever the baby reacts to his voice by softly kicking against his hand.

“I love you so much, which is funny because you’re not even born yet— Only 2 months, which feels much longer than you’d think. But i guess if you’re looking forward to something times goes by slow”

-When the time is there, Kaminari is freaking out. He's running around this house, calling all friends and family to let them know, triple checked whether or not he fed the cat and looks for his car keys even though he's already holding them.

-You just stand by the door, bag in hand while you wait for him to calm down so he can drive you to the hospital already.

-Kaminari for sure passes out somewhere when it starts getting serious. A combination of nerves and seeing what was going on down there gets a little too much for the man and the light in his eyes goes out for a good two minutes.

-Do NOT show this man the epidural otherwise he's gone again.

-Constantly asking the nurses and doctors what they're doing, trying to sit still but you can feel the shaking in his hand when he holds yours in his.

-Its quite normal that during labor people end up screaming. A lot of people do especially during the pushing process,, and so did Kaminari. To be more specific, he was the one screaming the loudest as the grip of your hand on his got so strong that you managed to break it.

-He genuinely couldn't care about his fractured bones when the first cries of his daughter rang through the room, his heart immediately stopping when she was laid down onto your chest. 

-She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Kaminari always thought new born babies were a little ugly, with the way their head was shaped and they always managed to look a little cranky but she was the embodiment of the word angel. Barely any hair yet but it was so clear she had your hair color.

-He was peppering your hand with kisses while trying his very hardest not to cry.

-After she got cleaned up Kaminari was allowed to cut the umbilical cord which made him panic because he was scared he'd hurt her. It was then that the nurses noticed how purple his hand had become before rushing him to the ER.

-When the nurses and doctor left and Kaminari had come back with his hand in a cast it was finally just the three of you. It was then that you noticed Kaminari nervously fidgeting with his shirt while you were holding your daughter.

"C-can i hold her..?" "She's your daughter, Denki."

-Something about Kaminari holding the car seat with your daughter in it while walking out of the hospital that really made you fall in love all over with him again.

The darkness in the Harding vault was absolute, a thick and suffocating weight that seemed to press against Friedrich's very skin.

There was no lantern to guide him and no moonlight to offer a silver lining to the gloom.

As he reached the spot where his family had been entombed, his hands searched blindly through the dark, only to find the jagged, empty edges of stone boxes.

His heart plummeted as his fingers brushed the caskets.

The lids had been heaved aside, discarded in the pitch-black as if they were nothing more than paper.

A sharp, clicking sound echoed from the corner of the room, vibrating through the floorboards.

Friedrich turned his head slowly, his eyes straining to make sense of the shifting shadows.

In the deep, unyielding black, he saw them—the small, pale shapes of Clara and Louise stirring with a jolting, insect-like logic.

They crouched at the feet of a towering figure that rose slowly, its height seemingly impossible in the cramped confines of the vault.

Anna's eyes snapped open.

Even in the dark, they possessed a famished, predatory light that seemed to burn with a life of its own.

Her skin was the color of salt, her limbs elongated into something lithe and lethal—a strigoi that had reclaimed its place among the living.

A cold shiver of terror raced down Friedrich's spine, but as he stared up at the sharp, commanding line of her jaw and the terrifying majesty of her new form, a traitored heat flooded his face.

He was a man of Victorian starch and logic, yet he found himself helplessly blushing.

He was horrified for his children and terrified for his soul, but he couldn't deny that his Anna had never looked more breathtakingly powerful.

...

The heavy stone doors of the vault groaned open, the seal of the crypt breaking to admit a rush of biting cold and a flurry of pale, dancing snow.

The natural, grey light of the winter afternoon spilled, illuminating the interior of the tomb in a flat, ghostly wash.

Thomas, Professor Von Franz, and Dr. Sievers stepped inside, their boots crunching on the frost-dusted stone.

They did not find a scene of carnage, but rather a sight of delirious, lovesick ecstasy.

Friedrich was on the floor, clinging to the elongated, marble-pale form of Anna.

His face was flushed with a terrifyingly misplaced warmth as he looked up at them with glassy, frantic eyes—his mind finally unraveled by the plague.

"Thomas!" Friedrich cried out, his voice airy and cheerful. "A miracle from God! My Anna—my sweet girls—they have returned to me. Is she not more magnificent than ever?"

Beside her, Clara and Louise crouched with their small, twitching limbs, their eyes reflecting the flat light with a predatory glint.

Anna let out a high-pitched, metallic screech that rattled the stone walls. She leaned down, pressing a cold, bloodless kiss to Friedrich’s burning cheek, before effortlessly tossing him aside like a discarded toy.

Friedrich collapsed into a dazed heap, still smiling.

Anna and her children began a slow, rhythmic advance toward the three men, their movements jerky and famished in the pale light.

"What do we do?" Thomas stammered.

Von Franz reached into his coat, pulling out three heavy wooden stakes. He shoved them into the hands of Thomas and Dr. Sievers with grim efficiency. "The only thing we can do, Hutter. We fight."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, clinical growl. "A strigoi possesses two hearts. Only one pumps their foul lifeblood. That is the one you must stake for their destruction to be successful."

Thomas looked at the stake, then at the towering creature that used to be his friend's wife.

He wanted to save Friedrich, even if it meant destroying the miracle he clung to.

He nodded, his face pale with terror.

"Good," Von Franz said, his eyes already tracking Anna's movements.

"Once we win this battle, I shall celebrate by opening a cat cafe for the town's stray cats. It is my greatest ambition."

Thomas blinked, his fear momentarily replaced by utter confusion. "A... cat cafe? Professor, don't you mean we go back to saving Ellen?"

Von Franz paused, his brow furrowing as he momentarily struggled to bridge the gap between the monsters in front of him and the woman they were trying to "save".

"Huh?" He looked at Thomas, then let out a sharp, distracted breath—the sound of a man trying to juggle two different crises at once.

"Oh! Yes, yes. Saving Ellen. Quite right. But we cannot save the living if we are devoured by the dead. First the hearts, then the cafe, and finally Ellen."