Can you make separate senerio where like the reader is pregnant and the gachiakuta boys are very protective of her
Gachiakuta: The Pregnancy Chronicles
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Arkha doesn’t say much but the way his presence changes is unmistakable.
The moment he knows you’re pregnant, he positions himself between you and the world. Always half a step ahead. Always watching. His hand rests on the small of your back when you walk, fingers tense, ready.
Anyone who raises their voice near you gets a stare so cold it silences them instantly.
“You don’t lift that,” he mutters, taking the weight from your hands.
At night, he kneels beside you, ear pressed to your stomach, listening like it’s a holy ritual. He doesn’t pray but if something ever threatened you or the child, Arkha will show his thrid eye to the world.
Entrusts Semiu of your protection when he is gone. Slay girl.
Enjin tries to act normal. He fails miserably.
He hovers. Constantly. Snacks appear in your hands without explanation. Your seat is always the safest one. Missions? You’re nowhere near them.
When someone jokes about danger, Enjin snaps,sharp, furious, explosive.
“You think the baby will have a big head as mine?''
''SO like.....where are your organs going if that takes so much space?''
''Im serious....like....its a watermelon-''
''They definetly got my big head,its on me''
But all jokes aside,he makes sure you are taken care off.
ALSO LIFTS YOUR PREGNANT BELLY UP TO TAKE THE PRESSURE OFF YOUR HIPSBONES.
Gris becomes soft in a way no one has ever seen.
He treats you like glass. Not weak, but precious. He learns everything: what hurts, what helps, what scares you. He memorizes your breathing patterns. Notices the smallest changes.
When you’re tired, he carries you without a word. When you’re scared, he distracts you with quiet humor, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.
Anyone who threatens you?
Gris is the type of husbands totally be shy but bragging about his baby.
Not of you,of failing you.
He becomes relentless. Builds safer spaces. Reinforces walls. Double-checks exits. Cleans obsessively because “germs.”
He talks to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep. Apologizes for the world. For his past. For the danger he lives in.
“I swear… I’ll be better. For both of you.”
He would tear the Ground apart if it meant your safety.Littarlly.
Will not give the kid his gloves,for their own good. And because he knows you will give them all your love so they wont go insane or miss a part,and he shall give his soul if he needs too
Zanka is loud, dramatic, and terrifyingly serious.
He appoints himself your personal bodyguard, healer, chef, and emotional support idiot.
But the jokes vanish the second someone disrespects you.
“That’s my family,” he says calmly. “You don’t get another warning.”
At night, he sits nearby, cleaning his weapon, eyes never leaving you. He hums softly—something from childhood—so the baby can hear.
Bought a piece of fabric-ready to sow it on his jinki and make it a fishing net to capture the baby when it decides to go rouge.
Goka becomes rigid. Disciplined. Absolute.
You don’t strain yourself
He enforces them without compromise.
But when you’re in pain or exhausted, he kneels, removes his gloves, and holds your hands like they’re sacred.
“If anyone harms you,” he says quietly, “they’ll wish death came sooner.”
He doesn’t smile often—but when the baby kicks, his eyes soften in awe. When you're asleep? that growing life in you becomes his world as he holds it.
DOES THE THING WHEN HUSBANDS LIFT THEIR PREGNANT WIFE'S BELLY WHEN YOU ARE IN AGONY.
Tamsy becomes unsettlingly attentive.
He watches everything. Everyone. Tracks threats before they exist. People who look at you too long suddenly disappear from your vicinity.
He brings you strange gifts—rare food, soft fabrics, charms “for luck.”
“You and the child are untouchable,” he murmurs.
There’s something frightening about how calm he is.
You also find a thread attached to your clothes,very similar to his jinki thread
''Protection'' He said as he got a slipper thrown at him.
Bro Santa turns into a gentle giant.
He insists you ride on his shoulders when walking long distances. Brings you food constantly. Laughs loudly to keep spirits high.
But if danger approaches?
His massive frame blocks everything. His voice drops low and dangerous.
At night, he stands guard like a mountain that refuses to fall.
Dear santa? Always besides you,drawing you,bro,him and the baby in a drawing. He was charged upon the duty to stay with you when Bro was gone (probably to buy you something)
Delmon is careful, quiet, methodical.
He plans routes. Evacuation paths. Backup shelters. He checks supplies daily. Medical gear is always ready.
When you’re anxious, he sits beside you in silence.
“I’ve accounted for everything,” he assures you.
“And if I haven’t… I’ll adapt.”
Anyone who threatens you faces a strategist who has already decided their fate.
Follo becomes emotionally overwhelmed.
He’s nervous, excited, scared, and fiercely loyal all at once. Constantly asking if you’re okay. Offering help even when you don’t need it.
But when someone mocks or underestimates you?
“She’s the strongest person here,” he snaps. “Show respect.”
He proudly tells anyone who listens about the baby, eyes shining like the future finally feels real.
August is quietly reverent.
He is already designing baby clothes and headwear.
''You think their face is fat and big?Mine was when i was a baby''
Lets his sister check up on you many times,he is hyperficated yknow.
Singing songs to them even where he didnt even saw them, makes handmade toys of wood and paints them himself. Diaper? stacked to the ceiling like he robbed a baby company and the hospital.
''MA BABAY,MA BABAY!'' He said as he feels a kick.
Later you catch him designing pants and clothing for when they grow up''My kid is going to be the toughest kid on the block''
Zodyl becomes territorial.
His presence sharpens. His aura turns oppressive to anyone who comes too close. He places a hand on your waist possessively, daring the world to challenge him.
Any threat is met with brutal efficiency. No mercy. No delay.
He presses his forehead to your belly at night, voice low and reverent.
“I’ll raise them strong.”
''And they will know the taste of raw ins-''
He laughs more but it’s edged with madness. He circles you like a predator guarding its den. Anyone who gets close feels his gaze like teeth.
“Careful,” he hums. “That’s precious.”
But with you? He’s gentle. Surprisingly so. Awkwardly tender when he feels the baby move.
“If someone hurts you,” he whispers happily,
“I’ll enjoy making them regret it.”
''Do you think the baby will be born with dreads?''
''Would it be light skin or-''
''We GOT to gve it a durag immdeadtl-''
''They will never catch their fade''
Bundus becomes stern and unyielding.
He enforces order around you. Noise is minimized. Chaos redirected elsewhere. Anyone who causes unnecessary stress is removed,politely or otherwise.
He places a protective hand on your shoulder.
“You’ll be safe,” he says.
“I won’t allow another outcome.”
He stands like a wall. unmoving, dependable, and unbreakable.
Already softlign the finger tops of his prostetics dull so they dont hurt the child.
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