Pancake polycule + q!baghera 👉👈
anon I had so much fun writing this. kissing you on the forehead
It was always quite interesting to see the reactions people had when all of Empanada's moms dropped her off at school. Usually it was just one of them. They would get to know Bagi most of the time. Everyday like clockwork she would drop off Em at the same time, with a face full of kisses and endless praises in Portuguese.
Tina would be by her side sometimes with an awkward smile and a “fuck it up kid.”
Bagi would slap her. “YOU CANT SAY FUCK IT UP TO A CHILD?”
"Why not?” Tina would sob as the teachers looked on in a bit of confusion.
At first they thought that was all of the moms. Tina and Bagi were clearly a couple and Empanada must be their first born daughter.
Then two new women came in, a tall blonde with a wild grin and a shorter dark haired woman always spotted in a business suit. “Hi!” The dark haired woman said. “I'm Jaiden. This is Baghera. We're here for our daughter Empanada.”
"We thought her moms were Tina and Bagi?” one of the teachers asked.
Baghera laughed then spoke in an accented voice. “Our daughter has many mothers.”
Em screamed with joy when she spotted them and ram straight into their arms.
“EMPANADA!” They cried in unison gathering up their daughter in their arms.
Maybe, the teachers gossiped once they were gone, one of those women was with Tina or Bagi and now they're a divorced couple with a kid between the four of them.
For a while they were convinced this was what it was until halfway through the school year when Baghera walked in, hand in hand with Tina, another woman trailing behind them. This woman had bright pink hair twirled up into giant pigtails on either side of her head and was considerably shorter than Baghera.
“Hello!” Baghera called out in her crisp accented voice. “We are here for our daughter.”
Empanada came barreling out and grabbed the new woman's legs. “MOUSEY!”
The woman, Mousey?, laughed loudly. “Hello darling. How was school?”
As Empanada left, carried by yet another one of her mothers, the teachers were left in abject confusion and varying states of disbelief.
“Polycule?” One said faintly as the rest of the students left with their parents.
“Must be,” the second said, sighing heavily. “Let's just hope it's only the five of them.”
The next day another woman with pink hair, much tamer then the first, walked in with Jaiden. Her sweet smile was blinding. “This is Niki,” Jaiden introduced. “My girlfriend.”
“I thought Baghera was her girlfriend,” one of the teachers muttered but Niki's incredible hearing heard it.
“Baghera is her girlfriend. And mine.” She smiled, a feline smile of teeth before her face softened as Empanda joined their group.
The teachers all stared at each other as the women left. “Six mothers?” one of them said.
“That child is going to grow up loved,” another said shooting a glare as she shot down what was sure to be a rude comment. The rest murmured their assent.
“She's going to be incredibly loved.”
