#do ur siblings ever stress you out

[earthtooz]

x : THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN :*+ﾟ

in which: you are the best thing to ever to childe, but what will happen when you find out the truth about his profession?

warnings: 4k wc, fluff to angst, ambiguous ending huehue, childe is a whipped loser in love, set in canon, reader has undescribed trauma with fatui (ooo), reader is not referred to with pronouns or a gender but there is a mention of 'queen' (it's up to you how you see it), mentions of violence, childe being referred to as 'ajax', argument, both reader and childe cry, aether and paimon appearance!

a/n: this one might hurt. apologies. (girl u know i want ur love...)

The sun is radiant gold when Childe walks down his peaceful, routine path, away from the bustling commerce centre and towards a peculiar place that he’s called home in Liyue. There are still a million tasks yet to be completed, but for now, his feet take him to the solitude that waits for him at the end of day. 

When Childe arrives at the manor that is his residence in this foreign city, there’s a lifeless kind of calm, the rustling of leaves and flowing stream are the only things to welcome him, but he knows better. Doesn’t need to confirm it when his feet naturally take him upstairs, winding through corridors and towards the balcony that overlooks the horizon. 

The view is very picturesque, overlooking the grandiose Liyue mountains that are decorated with incomparable flora and fauna, but you are there, and he can’t bring himself to look anywhere else. 

You are the best reprieve for his tiring days, and although he will be returning to the Northland Bank to try and solve some of his troubles, the majority of them can be quelled by your presence alone. 

“My darling,” the words slip past his lips without any trouble, and the relief he feels when you turn around and smile at him is insurmountable. Suddenly his hardships dissipate, his lungs are cleared, and his limbs don’t feel as heavy anymore (he can’t think of many people who grin up at him like you do. He hopes you never stop smiling at him like that).

Still, he walks to stand in front of you, and collapses to the floor, resting on his knees by your feet like a faithful jester to his queen. His armour drops and Childe becomes nothing but a man in love before you because there is nothing more human than loving someone more than yourself. 

“Why so exhausted, Ajax?” You ask. 

“The days are bothersome, my love,” he murmurs quietly, slightly muffled, but he then turns his head to look up at you, arms now hugging your calves. “But coming home to you make them infinitely better.” 

“Any good home will bring you comfort,” you deflect, but your words reminds him of a distant, golden memory back in Snezhnaya. The unforgiving, snowy plains had always been his home, the frost that clung to dead tree branches, and the footsteps that he and his siblings left behind in the blankets would were memories of easier times, but here, sitting by you with a chin on your knees, is a memoir of his favourite home. 

The sensation of your hand running through his orange locks take him out of his daydreams, and he melts right into your touch, blood-stained hands completely and wholly attached to you. He commits you to memory, savours the feeling of your warmth against his so he can feel it even whilst he’s away from you. 

Can a home be a person?

He dares to close his eyes. Here, he is safe. Here, he can rest peacefully.

“How was your day?” Asks Childe, stimulating pointless conversation so that he could talk to you and hear your voice that will power him through the tedious night to come.

You begin to talk about the things you had to do today, about the customers you had to deal with, about the errands you still need to run, and all the pressing orders you needed to attend to- hearing it all places an aching weight on his chest. If Childe could have things his way, you wouldn’t need to work at all. You would live life peacefully by his side, without a day of stress as you roam around Liyue Harbour or anywhere else you would want to go, with him holding your arm (would you return to Snezhnaya with him?). 

Alas, life is not so easy nor carefree, but you make it significantly better.

“How pretty is the sunset,” you comment. “Look.” 

He almost doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to put any space between the two of you because looking at the sunset means turning around to face the rays that warm his back, but it’s you who asked him, so Childe turns around and observes the gorgeous blend of colours. He then decides that it’s nothing compared to your beauty.

“Yes, yes, splendid,” the orange-haired agrees, promptly turning back around to look up at you, with a sickening amount of love evident in his eyes. 

“You didn’t even look properly.”

“I’m looking at something much more important right now.”

You shy away at your lover’s blatancy, pushing his face to the side to break his gaze. “Such unabashed flattery, do you have no shame?”

“None! None at all!”

You sigh, a smile creeping at the corners of your lips, timidity teasing Childe as he aches to see more. Reaching for your hands, he intertwines his around them, feeling light as he basks in the softness of your touch that starkly contrast the roughness of his hardened palms. 

His gentle action causes your bracelets to jingle, pure gold and the finest gems of Liyue tinkering quietly against each other. They are gifts from him, he knows because he only buys the best for you. 

“Will you be staying tonight?” You ask. 

His gaze sadly falls to the ground as a regretful, ‘no, I won’t be’ slips past his lips. Tonight, instead of being in your company and resting beside you under the gentle beams of the moonlight, his dedicated Fatui subordinates will be with him instead. The blood on his hands will accumulate and pool by his feet as outstanding debts and scores will be settled, signed with fear and horror as the silence of Liyue sees an unspeakable monster. 

Then, the monster will come crawling to you, fatigued and dirtied with an unrestrained desire to be by your side for as long as time will allow. 

“That’s a shame,” you mutter and Childe winces at the disappointment in your tone. “You work too hard, you know?” 

“It’s just what I need to do,” murmurs the orange-haired, “wish I could spend more time with you, though.”

“It’s alright, as long as I get to see you, I’m happy.” 

He rests his cheek on your knee once more, eyes drooping close. Frighteningly quick, the fatigue he feels from all of his laborious duties catch up to him, latching onto him like a parasite. A nap wouldn’t hurt, 

Nothing can take you away from him, not without a fight. He will bear his teeth, slash his swords until the blades dull, until his bow snaps in half, and until all that’s left of him is a pulp that lies helplessly on the floor, the love pouring from his wounds. Childe only hopes that his last moments are spent in your embrace.

But what will become of this warrior when you’re his opponent? What if you are the one he fights against- what then?

When you wake up one, unassuming morning, you wake up alone. No Ajax to accompany you, the only indication that he was here being the breakfast he had prepared for you that sat atop the counter top. The warmth of the meal lingers, meaning that he must not have left that long ago, and you have to wonder how he knows you so well to guarantee that breakfast is still warm by the time you come down. 

Retrieving a book from the main entrance’s bookshelf, you catch a glimpse of a large box sitting on the entrance table. There is a note beside it, addressed to ‘Traveller’ and signed with ‘Childe’- the name Ajax has supposedly taken up whilst here in Liyue; a merchant name of sorts, he claims. 

You mentally note to listen extra carefully for any knocks at the door, but for now, the promise of a day of relaxation and no work relieves you. Being swamped up in all of your duties meant that you kept forgetting to tell Ajax that you were free for the day, but perhaps you’ll surprise him with a filling and hearty dinner. Work didn’t seem to be all that easy for him either, so you’re sure he’d appreciate the gesture. 

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was discovering a secret that your lover had been hiding from you all this time- in the form of two travellers. 

The anticipated knock on the door came near noon, and two voices from the other side are muffled by the heavy material of the entrance. “Childe said no one would be home, why would you knock?” A high-pitched voice berates.

“Because manners, Paimon!” A male voice retaliates, “even if no one was home, it’s nice to make sure. We shouldn’t barge in without warning.”

“Can you unlock the door yet? Paimon’s dying to know what inside looks like! This property looks so expensive, can you even how much Mora this place is worth! I bet the inside is even-”

The conversation is cut short when you open the door with a soft click, pulling it open slightly. What you’re greeted by, however, is a blond boy with a floating companion, who both wear similar expressions of shock.

“Uh, hello!” You greet with a small smile, feeling slightly awkward.

“Hello, is this Childe’s residence?” The floating one- who you assume is Paimon, asks. 

“You’re at the right place.”

“But he told us no one would be home today!”

“He would be right normally, but I have the day off work. Are you two travellers?”

“Yeah, we are! And who are you?” 

“My name’s Y/n, I’m Childe’s significant other.”

“Childe has a lover?” Paimon’s eyes widen even more if that was even possible. To be honest, this whole scenario was incredibly entertaining. “Since when!”

“We’ve been together for a while. Has he never mentioned me?”

“No! I didn’t even think he could have one with his line of work-”

“-Uhm, we’re kind of in a hurry, I apologise for cutting the conversation,” the blond boy apologises, giving his companion a look before glancing back at you, friendly smile and shining eyes to match his innocent demeanour. “We’re here to pick up something.”

“Ah yes, I did see it. It is rather big, though, could I trouble the two of you to help me bring it out?” You ask, feeling rather embarrassed to bother your guests, but you don’t feel confident to carry the package alone. 

“No trouble at all,” he reassures.

“We can come in, right?” Paimon asks, voice lilting up an octave as mirth shines in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, no need to take off your shoes.” You open the door wider for the two, the floating one flying in first, immediately marvelling at the interior, admiration tangible whilst the blond is a little more reserved, thanking you first before coming in.

What an intriguing pair.

“My name is Aether, and that’s Paimon. I just realised we hadn’t introduced ourselves.” 

“It’s lovely to meet the two of you. Do you do business with Childe often?” Your tongue almost strains at the mention of his business name, but if your boyfriend had appearances to keep, then you needed to try to uphold it too.

Paimon flies over to Aether, joining the conversation. “You could say that. Sometimes he causes more trouble than it’s worth!” 

“That sounds like him,” you huff, an affectionate smile appearing on your face. “The package is right here, but like I said, it seems quite heavy.”

“Allow me,” Aether volunteers, stepping forward to carry the box by himself. He stumbles a little due to the weight, and you hold your hands out just in case.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

The blond merely huffs before shifting the box to one arm. “No need, we’re troubling you enough already.”

“I see. I apologise, if I had known what time you were coming I would have brewed some tea for you two, Liyue has a very fine selection,” you say, fiddling with your thumbs. 

“Aww! Paimon would have loved to try some!”

“Thank you for the offer, I would have liked to try some too, but we are short for time,” Aether explains.

“Then just wait here, I’ll fetch a bag for you to keep on your travels.”

You leave the entrance room before either of them have the chance to reject your offer, and you’re back almost immediately. A new batch you ordered just came in yesterday, so it did not take long for you to try and figure out which one you would like to gift Childe’s… ‘client’. 

“Here,” you hand it to Paimon, who hugs the bag closely to her body. “Travellers need to be at their top shape, right? Hopefully this is something that will rejuvenate you on your journey.”

“This is too kind,” Aether begins, “thank you. We’ll make sure to great care of it.”

“It’s fine! Anyone that is associated with Childe are welcomed here, so long as they’re a nice person that is,” you laugh.

“You can bet we’re the nicest of the bunch!” Paimon exclaims. “I doubt he meets many nice people being a Fatui Harbinger and all!”

A… what? 

Sensing the sudden shift in your mood, Aether’s eyes widen and he tugs at the leg of his companion. “Uh, it was nice meeting you Y/n! Paimon and I will be off now, thank you for the package and tea!” The last statement is nothing but a blend of words toppled over each other as the two practically hurry out of the estate, door slamming behind them in their rush. 

Their abrupt leave didn’t impact you much though, because what did Paimon mean when she said ‘Fatui Harbinger’? Was… Ajax hiding something from you? Or is he Childe? What is the use for a merchant name, anyways? Businessmen don’t usually have identities to keep, but how dire could it be in his industry? After all, second names are only used when wanting to protect yourself from harm, to keep people from knowing who they truly were… a code name for… an organisation like the Fatui to identify them by.

You feel sick, and your hand weakly snakes up to cover your mouth, the other gripping the edge of the table for some sense of stability in your crumbling world. 

Memories come flooding back like a tidal wave, drowning you in the heaviness of the thoughts that clasp around your ankle like anchors. It’s hard to push them away, to ease your mind from the nauseating images that still haunt you to this day: the desperation of your family, the cries, the helpless feeling of being a mere pawn in the game of the Fatui. 

(It hurts to think that you never escaped. After finally surviving through years of hardship, you’ve returned right into the hands of those who caused it, and the thought reminds you of how defeatable you always will be. 

Ajax- Childe, has likely caused devastation similar to the one that wrecked your village years ago. He has blood on his hands, the same ones that have held you tightly against him and stroked your hair. You have kissed his lips- ones that command horrendous acts for others to see through. You love his heart, the same one that probably froze over in Snezhnaya years ago.

You are with someone who has inflicted pain and suffering onto others, and will continue to do so for years to come. But worst of all, you are with a liar, who now makes you question what is and isn’t true.)

Childe returns home at sunset, the rattling of his keys against wood causing fear to crawl down your spine. 

“I’m home!” His cheery voice calls from the front door, and to his surprise, you are sitting on one of the more uncomfortable couches that is merely for decor rather than functionality. “My love, why are you sitting there? There are far more comfortable seats for you-”

“Welcome home, Childe.” 

He pauses in his steps and feels the world stop momentarily. “Darling? What’s with the name?” The Harbinger tries to laugh, but really, you’re scaring him. Very much so. “Come on, you know you don’t need to call me that. Here, I brought back some food that I thought you would enjoy from-” 

“When were you going to tell me?” You’re standing now, slowly stepping towards him as your clothes flow with your every movement. Childe has no time to admire though, not when you and this swirling premonition in his gut is frightening him. 

“Tell you what?” The pit in his stomach already knows.

“Must you act a fool?”

“To what?” He continues because it’s his first instinct to lie. “Darling, please tell me what is troubling you.”

“Please don’t play dumb, I just need the truth, especially now out of all times, are you really a…” you plead, voice trailing off as you hold yourself back from shattering. “You’re not who I think you are, are you?”

“Why do you sound so sad? What happened?” He whispers, beginning to feel the back of his eyes burn as tears invade his eyes.

“A-are you really with the Fatui? A Harbinger, too?” The words fall from your mouth like anvils and suddenly the title that brought him pride and honour through the years dulls. His eyes widen, and the gulp of his throat is all you need to know. 

“I love you,” large, blistered hands desperately reach for you, aching to hold you still because he’s terrified. What if you slip through his fingers and run? What if you go somewhere he can’t follow? “I love you-”

“Just give me the truth, Ajax. I practically know, I just need to hear it from you,” you choke. The call of his name causes him to cave, a hesitant ‘yes’ slipping past his lips, crushing you with the weight of the truth. You cry first and like dominoes, his tears follow.

“Don’t cry,” he hiccups through his own sobs, hands locking around your wrists like bracelets. “I hate it when you cry.”

“Childe-”

“It’s Ajax to you,” the Harbinger pleads, grip tightening in desperation.

“I don’t know what you are to me anymore!” You retaliate, “this whole time, you’ve been lying to me when you know about what happened. I’ve told you everything, and you still decide to keep this from me!” You stumble away from him with more force than necessary, bumping into a table nearby and causing the vase that adorns it to drop. A shrill crack echoes through the room, and instantaneously, he rushes to your aid, asking if you’re hurt as pieces of fina china lay on the floor, water pooling around his feet. 

Mixed in the puddle, are the anxieties and worries that come fumbling out of his mouth. He then pretends like it doesn’t break his heart when you scramble away from him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You ask, voice strained and quiet. 

“If I had told you, would you have stayed, or would you have ran away?”

Your silence chokes him, filling up his airways with lead as he nervously awaits your answer. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t have stayed.”

Childe’s expression glistens with sadness, so crystal clear that it makes his eyes gleam like diamonds deep from the Chasm. “I see.”

“-But I would have appreciated it hearing from you than someone else.”

“Then how did you found out?” He demands, forcing his tone to be soft. 

“If I tell you you’ll go and hurt them,” you murmur. “I don’t want that to happen.” 

With one look at you, it’s clear that you think Childe will hurt you too with the way you cower from him, as if he could ever lay a finger on you or even point a blade in your direction, but the vision hanging on his hip feels heavier than ever. It’s a haunting reminder of who he is, and what he is capable of. 

You feel miles away, how on Teyvat is he going to pull you back?

“Who are you really?”

“I’m yours-”

“-I’m not in the mood for your flirtatious quips,” you snap, hugging yourself. 

“But it’s true, I love you, Y/n, don’t you know?”

“No, no I don’t. I don’t know what else you’re lying about.”

“Oh come on,” he exasperatedly exclaims, “we’ve been together for so long, the day we met you met the real me, as Ajax, not Childe of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. What’s the big deal? Just because I follow the Tsaritsa doesn’t mean I’m not the same Ajax you know, Y/n, please.”

“It’s not only that you’re apart of the Fatui, Ajax- the world is grey, there are things I will never understand. I’m upset because you lied. Like you said, we’ve been together for so long, yet I’m only finding out about this now, so what else don’t I know?” Your voice breaks.

He takes a step forward, but you only take one back, maintaining the distance even though the Snezhnaya native wants nothing more than to just hold you, to secure his place by your side because what can he do without you? 

“What else are you keeping from me? What can I trust about you anymore? You say your real name is Ajax, but how can I know that?” 

Seeing you so upset, so glum, so devoid of the light that makes you you causes his heart to cease, his throat to dry, and sheer terror to flood through him. 

Childe’s seen the face of death, multiple times before, yet he’s never been this scared in his whole life. He’s losing you, he can feel it, but what can he do about it? What can he say that could possibly bring you back? (What good is a jester without the throne he was sworn to entertain? You can’t desert him, he will perform a thousand tricks if it enamours you into staying, will sacrifice more of himself to you if it means you will remain here, safe and sound in his arms.)

You are the reason he returns home everyday, to make sure that you are healthy, happy, and most importantly, that you haven’t left him without a word. If he had to, he would have killed for you, fought anyone and everyone until all that remained of him was the warrior heart that beat for you. But he could have never preempted this, nothing could have ever prepared for him to be the reason that you were leaving.

“I need some space,” you murmur, “to think this all through. Give me some time.”

“What? No,” murmurs the orange-haired. “No, no, no, we can talk about this, right?” 

“Talking won’t do anything, I need time alone.”

The idea of being away from you causes Childe to almost sink to his knees and succumb to the bones in his body that ache to beg at your feet to stay. The cry of your name is weak, but so very desperate as he looks at you through a blurry vision.  

You’re walking towards the front door, each step you take is another one away from him, away from the paradise that he’s been gifted. There are many ways he can stop you right now, his options are far from limited and although they are physical, they are all very effective, but he surrenders instead. Drops his weapons as he lets you go.

“How long?” Is all that Childe asks.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, hand reaching for the door knob. 

“No more than two weeks, please.” Childe doesn’t know if he can handle being away from you for even a day, let alone fourteen. 

“I’ll try.” 

“I’ll search all of Teyvat if that’s what it takes to bring you home,” he affirms, clearing through sobs just to get the words out. He doesn’t back down without a fight, that’s just who he is, so his next words are etched with certainty and clarity, hoping to pierce your defences with arrows of undying devotion. “That’s a promise.”

“I know.” 

You shut the door behind you.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

apologies if there is incorrect lore + if anyone is mischaracterised LOL i have only been playing genshin for like a month.

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[katsu28]

hiii request for jamie tartt here🫡 i loved ur recent fic sm!!! could you maybe do the acacia flower or sunflower prompt? in my head i see hiding their relationship bc reader is a teammates sibling, but oopsie someone got heart eyes and started rambling haha

or literally anything else is fine too if this doesn’t strike your fancy lol<3 tysm!!!

hello!! i loved this so much, u are a gem for requesting it <3

acacia: a hidden relationship + sunflower: drunken rambling about their adoration, jamie tartt x kent!reader (no physical descriptors so imagine whatever sibling type u want!), 2k

“Are you sure we can’t tell him about us?” Jamie’s voice from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror pulled you away from your book and you glanced over at him. 

This was a question he posed to you all the time, and every single time, your answer was the same—though getting more creative with the details with every occurance. 

��Do you want my brother to gouge your eyeballs out? Cut off your dick? Possibly murder you?” 

Jamie paled, freezing in place. “Not particularly.” 

“Then no, we can’t tell Roy we’re seeing each other.” You picked up your book again, ready to resume your reading, but Jamie let out a noise resembling that of a kicked puppy’s whine. His shoulders slumped and he trudged over to you, throwing himself down on the bed in front of your crossed legs. 

Setting your book aside for good this time, you watched him make himself comfortable with his head in your lap, cheek pressed against your thigh as he looked up at you with the puppy dog eyes to match his previous whine. 

“I hate all the secrets. I have to lie to him, straight to his scary face, every fuckin’ day. D’you know how stressful that is? How stressed I am?” He huffed. You bumped your knuckles against his chin affectionately.

It wasn’t fair, Jamie having to face Roy and lie everyday when you had to do it a tad less often, but it was a necessary evil. One day, you’d tell your brother, but first you had to figure out how. 

This, among other reasons, were the downsides to being in a secret relationship with Jamie. There were tons of upsides too, no doubt about it. 

You had the privilege of seeing a softer, sweeter side of him that was reserved only for you, but you couldn’t go out in public with him. Nights in were your favorite dates, but sometimes you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant and eat expensive food and share a dessert with your boyfriend without needing to worry about the tabloids having a field day of it all. 

You could already see the headlines if the press ever caught wind of your relationship—AFC Ricmond Star Jamie Tartt Bags Manager Roy Kent’s Sister. They’d stir shit up, claim that Jamie was only with you because your brother was in a position of power over him and who knows what else. 

Most of all, you certainly couldn’t let Roy find out you were seeing one of his players, especially not Jamie fucking Tartt. They were friends now, but he’d always been overly protective of his sisters ever since you were all kids. He’d throw a fit and probably kill Jamie, then you. Well, he probably wouldn’t go that far, but you’d definitely be on his bad side until he got over himself. And you loved your brother to death, but he was a dickhead sometimes. 

“I’m gonna get early wrinkles, love. You don’t want me to have those, do ya?” 

“I think you’d look adorable with wrinkles. Like a cute little old man.” You dotted a kiss to his forehead, attempting to smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows with your thumb. 

“That’s not funny.” 

“It’s a bit funny.” 

“Right, since you obviously don’t appreciate my problems, I’m off.” Jamie heaved himself off the bed, forcing out a rather overexaggerated sigh. You smiled innocently at him and he rolled his eyes, his own soft smile still on his face. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before heading for the door. “Dunno when I’ll be back but don’t wait up for me, yeah?” 

“Have fun, my love. I’ll just be here, thinking about you with wrinkles.” 

“Still not funny!” 

The Greyhounds were out in full swing tonight. Colin had somehow managed to book an entire pub for a whole night so they could drink and have a good time without being swarmed by the press vying for any morsel of gossip about one of the best up and coming Premier League clubs. Good friends, good food, even better beer—what more could anyone ask for? 

Jamie had been taking full advantage of it. That, paired with the fact that he no longer had to follow that god awful diet that deprived him of his beloved ice cold beverage, had led him to where he was right now, leaning heavily against the bar, drunk off his ass due to some sort of drinking game Jan Maas had insisted on teaching him. 

See, tipsy Jamie was fun. Very generous, would offer to buy a round or two, good for a few funny stories the next day. Absolutely pissed Jamie was a textbook oversharer. He didn’t make much sense, so everyone just mumbled a ‘very cool, mate!’ or something of the sort, made sure he didn’t topple over—those kinds of things. 

Roy was nursing his own beer next to Jamie tonight, half-listening in contained amusement as the Mancunian babbled on and on about someone. Who the fuck it was, Roy had no idea, but it was good entertainment and had soon garnered the attention of the rest of the team. Maybe this could be another one of those funny stories they could joke about in the locker room tomorrow. 

“She don’t look anythin’ like you, thank god. Imagine—imagine that! A lady Roy. Shit’s mad!” Jamie mused, amber beer spilling over the lip of the pint. “Nah, she’s the prettiest and the funniest and the coolest person ever and I love her.” 

“Who the fuck are you talkin ‘bout, bruv?” Isaac asked incredulously, looking just as amused as everyone else.

“Mate, I’m talkin’ ‘bout me girlfriend,” Jamie said very as-a-matter-of-factly, like they should’ve known that. “Duh.” 

“You’ve got a girlfriend? Since fucking when?” 

Jamie counted off on his fingers, scrunching his nose in thought. “Erm…four, five months? Maybe six?” He shook his head quickly, correcting himself. “No, not six. Would’ve done something special for six, wouldn’t I?” 

“First I’m hearing of it. How ‘bout you boys, did you know Jamie had a girlfriend?” Isaac asked, looking around. A chorus of ‘no’s and similar answers sounded amongst the others. Jamie’s brow furrowed. “It’s settled then. Who’s got the heart of the great Jamie Tartt?” 

“Good rhyme, boyo!” Colin chimed in, clapping his best friend on the back. 

Isaac looked proud of himself. “Whoa. I’m a fucking poet and I didn’t even know it.” He accepted another few praises before turning his attention back to Jamie, who looked like he was thinking really long and hard about something. “Okay, back to you. Tell us about her.” 

“I don’t even know where t’start, man,” Jamie sighed happily, resting his chin in his palm. “She’s kind and warm and—and she knows me better than anyone. It’s like…it’s like she’s an angel.” 

It was kind of weird, hearing Jamie be so open about his feelings for another person. He’d always been one to play things close to the vest, so that’s how they knew things with this secret girlfriend had to be serious. 

Sam beamed, happy as ever that his friend had found someone special. “Surely the angel from above has a name? Maybe one of us knows her?”

“Y/N.” 

The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Roy, who looked like he was about to start punching dicks. 

“Y/N, like…Roy’s sister, that Y/N?” Sam replied hesitantly, drawing pointed looks from every single one of his teammates. “I’m just confirming! There are other people named Y/N in London, you know.” 

Jamie pointed in his teammate’s general direction, nodding aimlessly. “Yep, her. That’s my girl.” 

Roy stood from his seat without a word, grabbing Jamie under the arm and dragging him towards the door. 

“Hey man, what the fuck are you—” 

“Just fucking shut up, will you?” 

“Okay.” 

You were about to call it quits on finishing your book and turn in for the night when the doorbell rang. When you went to open it, you definitely weren’t expecting to see your brother standing on your doorstep, practically carrying your half asleep boyfriend and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“Your prick boyfriend got proper pissed. Where do I put him?” 

So Roy knew. And judging by the way Jamie was swaying on his feet, you guessed that he’d been the one to let the cat out of the bag. 

“Erm, couch is fine. I’ll get him settled later.” You opened the door a little wider to let them in and Roy grunted his acknowledgement, hauling Jamie over to the couch and promptly dumping him onto the cushions.

Jamie didn’t even flinch when his face hit the pillows, instead just letting out a dreamy sort of sigh and smacking his lips together without even opening his eyes. You were the one to roll him over onto his side, nudging the dustbin right near his head before covering him with a blanket. 

“How much did he drink?” You asked, smoothing the walnut mist strands away from his eyes. 

“Too fucking much, that’s how much.” Roy grumbled. He wandered over towards a different area of your flat, not wanting to wake Jamie. “Jan Maas taught him a Dutch drinking game, except that fucker can actually hold his alcohol.” 

You cast a fond glance back at your boyfriend, smiling softly at his peaceful face. “Yeah, this one can’t really drink much anymore. Said it’s because of your training regimen, the no beer thing.” 

“Of fucking course you’d know.” 

“I assume Jamie told you about us.” You said quietly, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of your jumper instead of looking at Roy. Another vague low noise of acknowledgement from him, though it sounded a bit more strained this time. “If it helps you come to terms, Jamie’s been wanting to tell you for ages. I was the one who wanted to keep it under wraps.” 

“Why?” 

You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head. “‘Cause I knew what you’d think. Knew what you’d have to say about it.” 

“Are you a mindreader?” 

“No.” 

“Then how would you know what I’d think?” 

“Oh come on, Roy, you don’t think I know how you are? You get…dickish. I still remember you scaring off poor Billy Montgomery in year nine!” 

“Billy Montgomery was a fucking wanker, that’s why.” 

“Yeah, I know that now,” You huffed, scowling. Roy raised an expectant brow at you. “You’ve always been outspoken about the people I date. I just—I didn’t want you to be that way with Jamie. I know you’ve had your differences, and I know you’ve made up, but…I dunno, I was just worried about what you’d think of us.” 

“Do you love him?” Roy asked stiffly. There was a tic going in the hard line of his jaw when he forced his gaze to yours, and it almost looked like he was in the middle of shitting a brick. If you hadn’t been so nervous about his reaction, you probably would’ve laughed. 

“I do. A lot, actually. He’s…everything I could’ve asked for. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.” 

“Then it shouldn’t fucking matter what I think.” Roy said. “Jamie makes you happy, and that is the only thing that matters.” 

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You’d been so worried about how you thought your brother was going to react to the news, you never stopped to consider that maybe Jamie wasn’t the only person who’d been working to change for the better. 

“Thank you, Roy.” 

Caught up in your heartfelt sibling talk, neither of you had noticed Jamie had woken up and stumbled over to the two of you until he gathered the two of you into a rather squished hug.

“My two favorite people, the Kent siblings! You guys are the best!” He slurred, nuzzling into the embrace. Roy let out a growl, but he patted Jamie’s back stiffly nonetheless. You had to stifle another laugh at how utterly uncomfortable he looked right now. “Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up—” 

“That’s it, I’m fucking leaving.” Roy shoved Jamie away from him, wiping his hands off on the front of his jacket and heading for the front door. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit and tell him he’s still got training tomorrow, I don’t care how shitty he feels!”

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#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fluff #jamie fartt one shot #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x kent!reader #jamie tartt fic #ted lasso

[issacballsac]

ASHLYN AS YOUR SISTER

Masc Reader

Constantly being spooked by her unintentionally

Having the genetic chance of being ginger

All pros of being her brother!

Along with being a mini fucking soldier

What’s not to love?

Depending on your age is your reaction to the monsters

Older - a bit concerned but nothing too serious

Same age - scared as shit absolutely pissing your pants

Younger - no care in the world

If you’re younger than her disregard but if you’re older you’d be fucking TRAUMATIZED by her birth

Going back to some lighter things

Your parents are pretty open to everything so any venture you wish to pursue you’ll have their full support!

If you’re still in school prepared to be investigated by Aiden

Not as much as Ash tho but still a lil too much for comfort

Do NOT lie you would be TERRIFIED of Ashlyn at times

Like yeah she’s ur sister and everything but she gets pretty damn scary

Look at all of that hair.

Your fingers will be GONE after helping her braid all of that even just ONCE.

Following up on this she doesn’t particularly ASK for help often

She’s pretty independent and doesn’t like relying on others

Has the leadership qualities that you undoubtedly lack💀

When/if you get dragged into the dreamworld she’ll plan things out with you

She’s constantly stressed so you’ll have to calm her down most of the time

If you have a hobby your passionate about she’s watch you do it actually interested

Despite having some differences between you two you’ll always come together in your daily sibling sessions

Every night.

The same time.

Either her or you room.

Doesn’t matter

The two of you will sit together on the floor or bed(personal preferences)

Sharing stories of your day

Any games if you play

Comics

Pop culture if you’re interested

Music

Anything and everything

You guys definitely had a cooking competition and you both lost(it was hazardous)

You guys have exactly ONE matching outfit that you’re parents bought thinking it was the cutest thing ever

You’ve both outgrown it and it’s ugly as hell💀

#fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #x masc reader #platonic #platonic headcanons #sbg x reader #x reader platonic #school bus graveyard x male reader #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard ashlyn

[daryldixonsdoormat]

idk if ur still writing Outsider fics but if you do, i would DIE, i mean die begging on my knees for HCs of ur favs (Two, Darry + Steve and soda if your willing) of the reader flashing them during an argument idk why its so funny but man i think its hilarious and the boys’ reaction would be so funny

OMFG YESSSSS, I LOVE THIS. I'm doing the 'adults'. Which would be Darry, Twobit, Sodapop, and Steve. also mini stroy for each and headcannons because ive been so absent.

Warnings: implied sexual themes, steamy situations (nothing crazy)

Darry ( the actual love of my life).

~ “You dont ever think” he cuts in with a tired sigh, attempting to not raise his voice. “Darry, you gotta be fucking kidding me, I think more than anybody in this house there is no way your saying that to me”. “I am and I mean it, you need to be more careful and stop worrying–” you interrupt him quickly stepping closer to him and sticking as finger up. “Darrel Curtis don’t you raise your voice at me like im one of your siblings”. Darry groans loudly throwing his hands up obviously not letting this silly argument go easily. “I just wish you would—” you lift your shirt up flashing Darry silencing him immediately. Darry walks over to you his calloused hands sitting on your waist, “Darling this conversation isn’t over even when you try and distract me” he looks at you smugly with his eyebrows raised. You reply with the same smugness bringing a hand to the back of his neck to pull him inevitability closer, “worth a shot though”.

~ definitely doesn't let arguments go easily , but he definitely loves that mini distraction and some stress relief (ifykyk).

Steve Randle (Goofy ass mf)

“Steve I don’t know why this is a big deal to you honey” you say in a calm and settle voice trying to calm him down. To your dismay he is still not happy about the situation at all, “No you can’t just throw stuff out like that, what if I still wanted it? Then what?”. You rub your hands down your face unamused by his ridiculous behavior, “Steve that shit has been sitting out for days now, I would’nt of let you eat it anyways”. Steve starts pacing back and forth in the kitchen thinking of something to say to “win”, then a new idea comes to mind which will end this banter once and for all. “Are you still mad Steve?”, he turns around abruptly “of course im still mad—”. Your shirt is lifted up giving Steve a good view for a few more seconds before you drop the fabric down, “how about now?”. Steves lips are parted still looking in the same direction where your breasts were once on full display, he glances up, “what you say baby?”. “Come here Steve”, Steve walks over his hands grabbing your face about to kiss your lips, “I’ll make you more ok?”. Steve pecks your lips a few times before replying, “Ok baby”.

~ he will probably purposely start arguments so you can flash him more often, obviously you'll catch on and ignore his attempts.

Dallas Winston (mama im in love with a criminal)

Dally pulled you into his room at Buck’s obviously pissed over a encounter downstairs. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me over, I could’ve easily handled that fucker” he says holding onto your wrist you guys nearly face to face. You pull back from him forcing him to release the grip he had on you, “He was just having  a conversation with me Dallas. Whats your problem?”. Dally runs his fingers through his hair while backing up instinctively, “ That motherfucker was practically undressing you with his eyes. Let me see him even glance at you again I swear y/n”. Dally turns around and slams his hands on his dresser with his head down. Your fed up, Dally is fed up why not end this right now, you walk up behind him and tap his shoulder. “What?” he says still not looking at you, quickly you throw off your shirt as well as your bra, “Dally can you look at me baby?”. Dally sighs but complies none-the-less, a smirk graces his face beautifully as his hands make contact with your chest. “Trying to cheer me up doll?” you kiss him deeply making Dally stumble back a little. “Im always yours Dally not some random guy”.

~ poor thing is always so jealous and protective over his girl.

Sodapop Curtis ( I want to be that towel)

You canceled plans on Soda, work asked you to stay late, the more hours the better especially because some of that money is going toward Sodas family. You walk into the empty Curtis house where only the shower is running, Sodas clothes are laid on the couch. You sigh and drop your bag down, taking off your shoes and getting into comfier clothes. The water stops running, you walk over to the door and knock on it softly, “Soda? Can I talk to you honey?”. The bathroom door opens showcasing Soda with just a towel wrapped around his waist, “Sure hopefully you wont cancel our conversation next”. He walks past you and into his room rifling through his drawers for socks and a pair of boxers, you tread behind him leaning on the door frame. “I took the extra hours so I could help you and your family” Soda groans because he knows he shouldnt be upset over it. “I know but I can still be disappointed, we havent been able to be alone for weeks now”. You smile lifting your shirt over your head about to ask him to turn around, “Come on Soda can you at least look at me?” you say walking up closer to him. Soda turns around sighing, his eyes widens and he stutters over his words a little at the surprise, “Baby, you look..gorgeous”. Soda hold you by the sides and smiles, “Wanna spend some alone time with me y/n?”.

~Sodapop definitely values quality time

#sodapop curtis x you #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darrel curtis x y/n #darrel curtis x you #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x you #darry curtis x reader #steve randle x y/n #steve randle x reader #steve randle x you #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x y/n #dally winston x reader #two bit mathews x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #keith mathews x y/n #keith matthews x reader #keith mathews x reader

[scaredycatqlt]

Platonic Kenny x reader! Ty!!!!!!!^^

Dude, I love you./p We NEED more platonic South Park content!!!!

Kenny X Reader [PLATONIC!]

Okay, first of all, I am tired of people saying he’s some ‘bad boy who smokes’ HE IS NOT‼️‼️ (but I respect ur HC.) Even as a teenager, he just isn’t. He’s such a sweet boy :(((

You guys could’ve met a lot of different ways, but honestly the most likely IMO is when he just take a a break from the other three assholes/nm

You guys become friends pretty quickly, and he’s a little surprised at how well you treat him.

When the other three finally notice Kenny hanging out with you they are JEALOUS. But they aren’t gonna admit that. They just make backhanded comments about you and Kenny being a thing.

He’ll listen to any of your problems and be supportive <3 this isn’t even a HC, this is literally canon.

Once he’s comfortable enough (maybe like a week or so of being friends) he’ll start coming over to your house. He likes using it as an escape from the other three and his family.

You guys play video games together on any consoles you have

If you invite him to stay over for dinner?? He will GLADLY accept. He’s kinda like a dog, feed him and he will never leave lol.

If you have little siblings he is so stoked to meet them. Might pay more attention to them than he does to you….only for a bit tho!

You guys will play dress up together. This is non-negotiable and it happens at one point or another.

Oh my GOD if you get things for him???!!!

Literally flabbergasted bro. “Really? For me? :D”

On the other hand, doesn’t really want you to come over to his house. He doesn’t want you making fun of him. :((

If you get along with his sister you are officially his best friend.

If you’re a girl, he asks you for advice on girls. What they like and stuff.

Tells you about his totally awesome and full-proof plans to get lucky with the ladies.

Super so supportive, cannot stress this enough. If you’re ever crying he is there and patting you on the back. you don’t eat lunch with the main four since you’re not ‘one of the guys ™️’ but there are days where he just eats lunch with you. Mainly when his friends are being super unbearable.

Sleepovers are a MUST. Mainly at your house though, he really doesn’t want you over at his place because of his parentsss…..

Defends you from Cartman

Occasionally borrows your stuff-never without asking ofc.

He plays games on your phone. Just imagine you two waiting in line and he’s just like “hey dude do you have games on your phone?” And you just hand it to him.

In general, you’re his safe spot for when things are a lot. Of course you two occasionally have wacky adventures of your own, but you’re a nice change of pace from his normal three friends.

Sorry if these weren’t that great, I wrote them while really anxious ^^’

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick #headcanons

[daquila]

MASTERLIST!

[ if it’s not obvious, i really like gojo ]

-> Lost in The Sea of Stars ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| about you both being researchers in a post-apocalyptic society! my first fic so it’s quite rough

-> Happy Birthday, ‘Toru ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| silly fic about you painting a surprise for gojo! megumi, yuji, and nobara help you complete the work.

-> My Heart’s Delusions ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| angst and references to toru being a bad boyfriend when reader was in highschool

-> Long Days at Work ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just reader being stressed about jujutsu life— nothing else!

-> I’m Not Coming Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| slight mentions of shoko and suguru. a fic about reader dying LOL it’s just pure angst hehehe

-> Selfish Desires ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| in which reader doesn’t die but it ends up with gojo becoming toxic…. mentions of satosugu and gojo seeing reader as suguru ☹️

-> Hopefully, In Another Life ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| gojo confesses but reader has issues 😑 slight or maybe just angst in general….

-> A Way Back Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| reader being really sad at a clan gathering because gojo has been sealed… then megumi notifies her on a way to unseal gojo!

-> I love you ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| ‘toru feels insecure in your relationship. you reassure him that he’s the only one that you love.

-> Goodnight ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| doing late night paper work in school is stuff, especially when you have a man-child taunting you.

-> Satoru’s Birthday Surprise ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| second part to his birthday fic hehe

-> This Is Me Trying ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| the love that he lost. practically him pointing all fingers at himself for what happened to you! angst/no comfort hehe

-> The Things That He’d Do ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| head cannon or drabble list hehe

-> New Year’s Eve ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| it’s quite noisy outside, so you woke up feeling hungry. now you find yourself watching fireworks with satoru from your balcony window

-> Pancakes ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| casually spawning satan himself into the kitchen, surprisingly, results into disaster! Satoru is a HORRIBLE chef

-> Confession ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| like what the title says, he confesses his love for you

-> First Time I’ve Ever Saw You Cry ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| satoru despising the higher ups for what they said about you // implied that reader is hospitalized due to a mission but there’s no description of injury whatsoever

-> Wanna Dance ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just slow dancing with ur husband hehehehe // kind of wrote it while listening to ulap by rob deniel

-> Cream Bun ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| short story of satoru taking a bite out of your cream bun

-> Nostalgia ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| looking back at a sickly sweet photo of you and husband while getting ready for your wedding

-> Debating with Mr. Silly ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| a sickening, sweet, and silly story about how a debate brought a confession out of satoru’s lips (my fav one yet tbh haha)

-> My Wife ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| (prequel to nostalgia) about cleaning a closet and stumbling across something you wore on the month he proposed to you hehe

-> Three Promises || One, Two, Three ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| [ timeline: highschool era -> 28yr gojo x reader -> post-shibuya gojo x reader ] a series of three promises that you’ve made with gojo satoru.

-> Found Family ! [ g. satoru x reader x fushiguro siblings ]

|| babysitting the two siblings and it turns out that they are fond of you and would like to be part of a family with you :3

#gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojo x y/n #jjk drabbles #gojo angst #jjk fic #gojo #saturo gojo #gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #jealous gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satosugu #satosugu x reader #jujutsu kaisen shoko #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #satoru gojo #jjk angst

[eldritch-nightmare]

saw that ur rq's are open and i LOVE your blog so:3 may i request ticci toby w a reader who looks up to him like a big brother?? platonic ofc !!! maybe they like . even copy some stuff he does (general gestures he might make, his vocabulary, hell maybe even his choice of weapon, etc) bonus points if you manage to add angst!!! have a nice day and make sure to drink water !!!

a/n: aw, i'm glad you like the blog!! you make sure to drink water too <3 i was gonna have a short little angst drabble at the end but i couldn't really figure out how to word it and i didn't wanna force it so i just turned the idea into those little kinda sorta angsty headcanons near the end.

toby w a reader who looks up to him like a big brother

warnings: platonic obvi, gn reader, overprotective behavior, mentions of injuries, brief mentions of injuries, death, and murder.

Honestly, he probably thinks you're weird as hell when you start following him around like a lost puppy.

Toby doesn't let people close to him, so he definitely tries shooing you away for a good few months before he ultimately realizes you're not gonna leave him alone.

He's not 100% sure how he feels about you viewing him as an older brother figure. I mean, obviously he's fine with it considering Sally views him as one as well but... Sally's dead. You're still alive and kicking.

He takes to the role immediately though, even if he doesn't realize it.

Whenever he's out completing missions, he always brings something back for you be it a snack or a book or some random trinket he thinks you might like.

He'd definitely have to sit you down and tell you not to copy his gestures and whatnot because while he understands that you don't mean any harm by doing it, it does make him feel uncomfortable, especially if you're copying his tics. That's a no-go. Don't do that.

His vocabulary is actually pretty safe. He doesn't swear much, only when he's under immense stress or if he's really angry, so you won't hear him saying fuck anytime soon. Unless you're around one of the others.

Which, speaking of, he does not want you hanging around certain creepypastas. He definitely has a long, comprehensive list on who you can and can't hang out with.

Eyeless Jack, Sally, Cody, Liu, and Natalie are safe. Spend time with them all you want. Nina, BEN, and Helen are on thin ice, but if you like them then go ahead. Stay the hell away from Jeff, Laughing Jack, and Candy Pop, specifically. They are all terrible influences and he immediately goes into Protective Big Brother Mode whenever they're around.

It goes into further detail than that, but just to give you the gist of it.

If it isn't obvious by now, Toby is going to be extremely protective. Like... to the point where you may even consider it to be overbearing.

He's also going to default and worry over every wound you may have, even if it isn't anything major. He isn't trying to be suffocating or anything like that, he just can't stand the thought of you getting hurt.

Real fucking hesitant to let you near any weapons. If you show any type of interest in wanting to do what he does, he will shut you down immediately. It's not happening.

And if you already do what he does, then, well... he's still not going to be okay with it. He'll watch you like a hawk if you're carrying any weapon.

He's definitely going to feel as if he can't be vulnerable when you're around. You see him as this cool guy, and he kinda feels like he needs to keep that image for you so he doesn't disappoint you. The whole 'older sibling can't be vulnerable' mentality is burned into him at this point.

And if you ever get like... severely injured? Oh boy, you can bet your ass Toby will personally hunt down the person who hurt you if they aren't already dead.

It'll take Toby hours, maybe even days to calm down depending on how long it takes you to wake up. Slender will literally have to force him to eat because Toby will simply refuse to leave your bedside.

I don't think Toby would show it to you often, but he does view you as a younger sibling to him now. It's probably something he doesn't even want to admit because he's scared that if he does, you'll be torn away from him just like Lyra was.

All he knows is that he can't watch another sibling die in front of him. He simply cannot. So just bear with his suffocating protectiveness and don't put yourself in any unnecessary danger.

He certainly isn't the perfect role model for you, but he'll try his best to be the big brother that you deserve to have.

#anon #ticci toby #ticci toby & reader #ticci toby & you #creepypasta #creepypasta & reader #creepypasta & you #those r the platonic tags btw. to keep the platonic things sorted separately from the romantic things.

[pararororurun]

Hi, hi!!! I saw you have an inbox now omgggg, can i request mikoto, mido, and john (orekoto) x reader (siblings) just. Handling their sibling that almost committed suicide and has self-harmed themselves? I needed comfort :3

If you can't write for the three of them just pick one of ur favs! Thx for ur service and 👋 (i think u know me :3)

Kayano Mikoto, John, Midokoto & Reader

Summary : the worst thing to happen ended up happening.

Note : this is like. REALLY long. Maybe longer than usual idk that's rlly up to you guys

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Mikoto :

"Are you feeling any better?" He said as he hands you some warm tea.

It's been a few days since you.. You know. The first time Mikoto saw you distressed was probably the worst memory he's ever had of you. His younger sibling, trying to go beyond the limit of hurting yourself.

The feeling of dread when he saw you starting to limp on the floor, and reaching out to him. That memory playing over and over again in his head while he was waiting for you at the hospital.

He was lucky enough for the boss to let all the workers have a few days of vacation. An odd order from the boss but he took it nonetheless. Imagine his shock when he finds you with a wound on your chest.

Were you okay? And why hadn't he seen the signs earlier? It should've been obvious.. If he truly cared and loved you he would've known why you wanted to do it. He should've—

"Mr. Kayano?" He looks to his side to see the nurse walking into your room. "Please excuse me, I'm here to replace the IV." Mikoto lets the nurse in as she changes the IV.

When the nurse walked out of the room you mumbled to Mikoto about something. Mikoto couldn't hear you the first and asked politely if you could repeat what you said. You apologized, for being such a 'burden' and making worry so much.

Out of nowhere, he embraced a hug with you as he tried to comfort you. "Don't say stuff like that.. You're still young. You haven't discovered yourself fully, and there's probably a lot of things that's stressing you out."

"I'm sorry for not seeing the signs earlier.. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.. I'm sorry I'm always working late hours. I should've spent more time with you, everything's so stressful right? Let's just forget about it. What matters is now."

You hugged him back and cried into his shoulder, apologizing. He soothe your worries and apologized back, and tells you how you don't need to worry about 'those' things anymore. Everything will be alright.

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John :

It's been a few days and you were finally discharged from the hospital. The doctor gave you some medication, to which you were a bit skeptical of, but he assured you how it won't cause further pain for you.

When you returned home, the smell of curry filled the entire house. At first, you thought your mother was home, and rushed to the kitchen to find your brother cooking in the kitchen.

You walked over to him and asked when did he get home, and why he didn't pick you up when you were discharged from the hospital. He turns around to look at you before realizing you were there at all.

"Oh, sorry. I wanted to come pick you up, but I got a call from the doctor telling me that you already went home." He stops cooking for a bit. "How are you." He went to the fridge and opened it, giving you a bottle of water.

"Sit down. It took you a while to get here didn't it? So you should rest first." You followed his suggestion and sat on the couch. Going back to the house didn't feel as relieving as you thought it'd be, maybe it's because mom wasn't here.

But there's no way you'd be upset over that. Sure mom isn't here for a bit but she's definitely arriving home earlier, I mean her child was just out of the hospital what mother wouldn't want to see their child then?

.. Right?

..

"Here." He puts a plate of curry and rice down at the table in front of you. "Eat up. You're going to need it after everything." His tone of voice sounded a little harsh, but his words were.. Nice? Maybe? You don't know.

He sat beside you as you ate your food. The quiet atmosphere was a little awkward, and you expected your brother to start talking more, but even he looked puzzled on how to start a conversation.

After a few minutes of silence, he opened his mouth and asked you a question. "Is there... Anything you want to tell me?.." You look at him confused while still eating your food. "You know, since you've uh, did that.. I was wondering if there was something you wanted to talk to me about. How is it going with mom? Are you two doing well?"

His voice sounded uncertain, as if he was asking himself if it was that was the right thing to ask. Then, your eyes started to swell, and tears were starting to build up in your eyes. You were about to cry, before stopping yourself and wiping the tears with your sleeve.

'Mikoto' noticed how you've hesitated on answering and looked down, he tried to look at you in the eye only to be met with the sound of you sniffling. He quickly grabbed onto your shoulders to make you look at him and see tears already running down your face.

"What... What happened? Why are you crying?.." You try to shake away from before he let's go of you, realizing how accidentally strong his grip was. "I'm.. Sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I say the wrong thing?.."  You shake your head and told him how he's done nothing wrong, and that you were just 'sad'.

His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered his question from before. "Is it mom?.. She didn't do anything bad to you did she?" His voice started to sound slightly irritated as he finished his sentence. Why did he make it sound like he'll hurt mom if she did do something bad to you?

You told him no and gave him the actual reason on why you decided to do it. He looked at you in disbelief and kept on asking you on why you didn't tell him sooner. He saw how uncomfortable you got and backed away a bit, apologizing briefly.

"If there's anything wrong.. Just tell me, tell 'us'." He emphasized the us to you loudly, as you got confused. 'Mikoto' just sighs and hugs you quickly, before holding onto your shoulders.

"Listen. If anything happens, don't be scared to tell me. I'm your brother, no matter what kind of situation you'll be in I will always help. Do you get that?" You hesitantly nod your head.

"Good. Now go to sleep, I already cleaned your bedroom." You felt a pang of guilt stab your chest as you realized you left all the hard work to 'Mikoto'. Before you could apologize 'Mikoto' turned his head at you and glared. "Don't even think about apologizing."

You kept your mouth shut and walked to your bedroom, leaving 'Mikoto' in the living room alone.

"Jeez those two are exactly the same." John muttered under his breath.

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Midokoto :

You slept on your bed, yet your eyes were still awake. You fluttered your eyelids from time to time, it felt so surreal. You nearly ended your life, and now you're here sleeping in your bed like nothing happened?

No one was at fault, really, it was just you. It's always been just you. Mom isn't usually home, since she's always working from day to night. Mikoto also works out side the city, you didn't even know he was home, you thought he went back to his apartment to continue working.

Don't even start with dad, that guy left the family like it was nothing. He was too busy with work and couldn't always be there with the family? Bullshit. Nothing but a two-faced bitch who's willing to make empty promises to his childre—

"Hey, you there?" A knock was heard coming from your bedroom door. It sounds like your brother but not exactly?.. You tell him to come in and he opens the door, strangely his bangs were shaped differently, like it was trying to cover one of his eye.

You brush off this 'new' look your brother had and asked him why he knocked on the door. "Was trying to check if you were asleep or not, turns out you weren't. It's 12 am you know? I don't think someone who was just discharged from the hospital should be awake at this hour."

You groan and tell him how it was because he knocked on the door when you were about to close your eyes. "No I doubt that. Even if you were about to sleep you wouldn't be able to hear the knock since you sleep like a log."

You ask if that was supposed to be an insult to which he replies by shrugging and sitting on the side of your bed. Now that you were awake you didn't know what you should be doing now. I mean your brother is just sitting on the side of the bed saying nothing.

What has been going on with your brother? He's been awfully quiet for the past few hours. You wouldn't be too surprised if he saw a cat got run over by some- "it's a weird feeling huh." You look at him, his back facing you.

You ask why. "Well, your life nearly ended, but you're just here trying to sleep. Is it not an odd feeling?" You stare at him for a while before staring back at the ceiling. "Sorry. Too harsh?" He looked through his shoulder to see you wipe your tears.

"Ah, right. You're.. A little bit more sensitive than 'me'." When you finished wiping your cheeks you look at him in confusion. He phrased the sentence really.. Weird? Maybe you're weird.

You both sat in silence. "Didn't 'I' tell you to sleep? You should sleep now." There's that weird phrasing again. He ruffled your hair before standing up, be looked back at you, smiling. "Don't sleep too late, you don't want to miss breakfast do you?"

You tell him okay, he nods and walks to the door, walking out and closing it behind him. You watched as the door closed, and the sound of silence fills the room, but this time it feels eerie.

Like there's really nothing, just nothing, no one to talk to... No one to feel the presence of.

God.. This is terrifying.

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Note : this took longer than I had anticipated. Sorry friends. ALSO THIS WAS SOOOO POORLY WRITTEN BECAUSE I WROTE IT ON SEPERATE DAYS WHICH MEANS I WAS ON SEPERATE MOODS WHICH MEANS MY WRITING STYLE WILL CHANGE OHHH MY GOD

#milgram #milgram x reader #mikoto kayano #bittersweet ending #mikoto kayano x reader #john milgram #john milgram x reader #john x reader #midokoto #midokoto x reader #I have never been more slower than I am today

[astroluvr]

One where reader and Jack have 4 daughter (9,7,5,3) and their having their first boy

hi, thanks for ur request! i hope it's what u wanted! enjoy!!

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You had your hands full to say the least. You’d known Jack since you two were children and had been in love with him for almost as long. Your lives together had taken you on more adventures and experiences than either of you thought to be possible. Including becoming parents.

For Jack especially, it was heaven. Even though you guys agreed that you’d be done after your second daughter, Nova, was born, you still ended up welcoming your third and fourth daughters and prepared for your son with open arms. With the way they all grew up before your eyes, baby fever was always at an all-time high.

“Daddy!” Ava screamed from the living room and Jack left the nursery you were working on to rush down the stairs. “Daddy! Daddy, get your daughter!”

“Yo!” he yelled back, seeing the two of them with a piece of purple fabric between their hands. “Hey, quit it!”

“She won’t let me have it.” Nova, your five year old, whined, stomping her feet.

“Because it’s mine.” Ava, your seven year old, huffed, pulling back particularly hard and causing Nova to stumble forward.

Before she could hit the floor, Jack grabbed her and gave a stern glare to Ava. Every Harlow child knew that look. It was the same look that kept every single one of them in order over the years. The first time he ever did it to your nine year old, Grace, when he caught her drawing on the walls, it was like he found his super power. There hadn’t been a day over the past eight years that Jack hadn’t done it at least twice.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Ava said quietly, setting the purple dress down and Jack let go of Nova.

“And what do you say to your sister?”

“Sorry, Nova.”

“It’s okay.” she shrugged and whipped around to Jack like nothing happened. “Daddy, can I have-”

“No. No, you can’t have anything until you and Ava have calmed down.” he stood up straight and the two of them looked at him with shocked expressions.

“What? For how long?”

“Until I say so.” Jack pointed at the two arm chairs across the sitting room and they went to their respective places with crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows.

Before he could even make it out of the sitting room, Grace was chasing your youngest daughter, Lena, down the hall. “Hey, not in my house!”

At the sound of his voice, the three year old made a U-turn down the hall, just out of Grace’s reach, and ran straight for Jack. Grace was the only one who hadn’t inherited Jack’s long legs right from birth, so she was still mastering the art of running. Jack made a soft groaning noise when Lena squealed loudly and wrapped her arms around Jack’s own legs and laughed with her face muffled by the thick fabric of his sweatpants.

“Lena, what have you got?” Grace approached the two of them with frustration and Jack pouted slightly. Grace had been through the motions as the oldest and as much as you and Jack tried to keep her childhood stress-free, she still got a lot of recoil from her rowdy younger siblings.

“Got Gracie’s coloring book!” she pulled away and held up the sketch pad like it was a trophy.

“It’s not a coloring book.” Grace huffed, snatching it away from her sister.

“Careful, Grace.”

“No, Dad, she’s been in my room all day! She’s messing with my stuff all the time.”

“She just wants to be like her big sister.”

“Well, she has, like, twenty of them!”

“I love my sissies!” Lena squeaked happily and Jack lifted her to his hip.

“See.” Jack cooed, pinching his baby girl’s cheek and turning back to Grace who had a deadpan expression. “Alright, Lena, I know you love your sissies, but you have to be respectful, okay? If Gracie doesn’t want you messing around in there, you can’t, okay?”

“Kay, Daddy.” Lena responded softly. “I’ll be good. Promise!”

“Pinky?” Grace held out her pinky finger and Lena wrapped hers around it. “Thanks, Lena.”

“Welcome.” Lena unlatched her pinky and slid down Jack’s side in search of something new to explore and terrorize in the process.

“I’m glad we had you first, Gracie girl.” Jack put a hand behind her head and kissed her forehead.

Grace escaped her father’s embrace and ran back upstairs to her room. Jack was now stood in the middle of the hallway and enjoying what he hoped to be a few moments of peace. Nova and Ava were back to chatting in the middle of the sitting room and Lena was mesmerized by Moana. He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall for a moment, thinking of how the drama of the Harlow home might’ve passed. That was, until he remembered he was married.

“Jack!” your voice carried around the whole house, causing him to take a deep breath and pinch his eyes shut further. “Baby, come here now! It’s an emergency.”

With that, Jack made sure the girls weren’t on the verge of murdering each other before he trekked up the stairs. You were sitting in the middle of your shared bedroom with pout and messy clothes. Your swollen stomach was practically in your lap as you looked into the boxes of clothes you two saved of your daughters.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” he stepped over the boxes and placed a hand on the top of your head soothingly.

“Jack, none of these clothes will fit him.” your lip quivered and Jack could already sense the hormonal tears coming. He squatted down next to you and coaxed the side of your head into his chest.

“It’s alright, Mama.” he hushed, using the name your daughters had assigned you as a loving nickname. “It’s okay.”

“Nothing we’ve ever done will fit him. A son, I mean. Out of all those girls, none of them are remotely tomboys.”

“Lena tackles like one.” you let out a chuckle against your will, knowing it was true.

Lena had been scolded various times about running into you with full force since you’d gotten pregnant again. Although you knew your stomach was a little more resistant, Jack would have a heart attack every time.

“I’m just worried, Jack. I mean, we have a lot of girls and I know you’re a guy, but there’s no telling how much more active testosterone you have left.”

“This is literally my fifth time getting you pregnant and you’re questioning my active testosterone?” he pulled away from you and kissed the center of your forehead. “Baby, our son will be just fine. He might have to join a few tea parties or be a princess and the girls might have to throw around a baseball or pull tails off of frogs, but that’s fine. We have a huge, beautiful, healthy family that loves each other so much they won’t care.”

“You’re right.” you sighed, smoothing your hands over your belly. “I guess I’ve just thought that we’ve had the whole girl thing nailed down and then biology threw us a curveball. I’m very happy about it, though.”

“Me too. Another baby.” Jack hummed, leaning down to kiss your stomach. “A baby boy to free me from the women in this house.”

“Shut up, Jack.” you laughed as he lifted up to make eye contact. “After this, we’re having another girl.”

“Wanna get started now?” Jack asked softly, a smirk gracing your lips as Jack gripped your chin. You giggled and leaned back onto the floor before hearing distinctive running sound of children coming towards you. “Oh, my God.”

You pushed Jack off of you with a sympathetic pout as Lena rushed to your bedroom. "Hi, honey."

"Hi, Mama! What are you doing?" she inquired, stepping around the wall of boxes and into your lap.

"I was thinking about what your brother might be able to wear from the hospital."

"Can he wear this?" she reached into the box and pulled out a random yellow onesie that had Nova's name embroidered.

"No, this was Nova's." you chuckled and Jack smiled.

"Oh. This?" she pulled out another onesie and cocked her head.

"This is actually the onesie all of you came home in." Jack took it from her hands and examined it.

It was hot pink with frills around the thighs and arms. You smiled at the bittersweet memory. It was crazy to think that at some point all of your kids could fit in it. Jack was obviously thinking the same when he rubbed your thigh and gave you a timid smile.

As Lena continued to root through the boxes, Ava and Nova came walking by and stopped short. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I was looking through all of this stuff. Your brother might be the only one of you that doesn't get any hand me downs." you chuckled and rubbed your nose.

"Mama, are you about to cry?" Nova cringed and Ava raised her eyebrows in what seemed to be fear.

"Grace, Mom is about to cry!" Ava yelled and you scoffed.

"I am not about to cry." you said while Jack laughed from next to you and Grace came into the room. "I just really love being a mother, that's all. Having a baby boy is making me realize just now much things have changed and are going to change."

They all stared at you as if waiting for tears and when you just smiled and rubbed your belly, the bustle of the home came back. You rolled your eyes at them and watched as they kneeled in front of the boxes.

For a few minutes, you and Jack discussed what the articles of clothing meant to your daughters until Lena rushed off. "Where are you going?"

"I know what bubba can wear!" she answered and you stared at the threshold until she came running back in holding a cheap princess dress costume.

"What happened in that?" Nova asked expectantly and Lena grinned.

"Baby brother can come home in it!"

"That's for girls, Lena. Boys can't be princesses." Grace argued and you took a deep breath.

"Daddy is a princess!" she pointed at Jack who made a face.

"Uncle Urban said it's because he's whipped." Ava jumped in.

"What's whipped mean?" Nova scrunched her face in confusion.

"Okay, okay." Jack intervened, fighting off a chuckle. "Let's all simmer down. Boys can princess if they want to be, and I am not whipped."

"Can baby brother wear it, Daddy?" Lena asked hopefully and you pouted as Jack shook his head. "What? Why not?"

"It's just a little too big, Lena honey."

"Shrink it!" she screeched, falling to her knees in disappointment.

"You can't shrink it." Ava deadpanned, pulling out another onesie.

"Awe." she dropped her head and Jack pulled her to his lap.

"Sweetheart, how about when Mama has your brother, you wear your princess dress and we put him in a little prince outfit, huh?" you suggested, getting closer to them.

"How come he can't wear a tiny dress?"

"Because the Harlows are known for having baby girls and putting him in a dress might confuse the people. After he comes home, though, we can put him in a matching dress." Jack compromised and Lena smiled wide.

"Okay, Daddy!" you both exhaled out a chuckle and kissed her forehead.

She shot up out of his lap and ran out of the room with her dress. Her sisters watched, but returned to their treasure hunt over their infant years.

"You can't ever say you're not whipped." you said, pulling Jack close and kissing his lips.

"I just love my babies. What can I say?" he shrugged and you giggled.

"Love me enough to run and get me McDonalds?" you made a grand gesture to your stomach and behind you, every Harlow girl perked up.

"McDonalds? I want some." Grace started.

"Me too."

"Me too."

Jack made a weary face and you smiled expectantly before he gripped your stomach and whispered urgently against the skin. "Get out of there as soon as you can, buddy. They have no mercy!"

"Six piece with a large fry." you requested, leaning down to kiss the back of his head. He groaned as he looked up at you. "Please."

Jack stood up wordlessly and looked at his daughters who were bearing wide grins. "Let's go."

"On the way there, can you tell us what whipped means?" Nova requested, jumping onto Jack's back and hanging onto his waist.

"Means I put up with you people for way too cheap!" he growled, turning around and throwing Nova over his shoulder masterfully before chasing the other two out in a fit of squeals of giggles.

With an amused smile, you left two hands on your stomach and looked at the ground where memories sewn into onesies laid sprawled around.

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack #jack harlow fanfiction #husband!jack #dad!jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #hated the ending but oh well

[shamelessler]

i know a lot of people HATE south park, so heres ur south park warning lol

MAIN 4 TK + AGERE HCS!!!

Kenny

- boy oh boy, where do I even begin? you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

- but fr he's my fav!! he gives off cg vibes because of how he is with Karen

- got into a lot of tickle fights with his siblings as a kid

- gets tickled the least (besides cartman lol) out of the main four

- that doesn't mean he doesn't like it though. he likes being tickled the most in the group, actually - he very rarely gets any attention and he's embarrassed to admit how much he enjoys being cooed over

- he prefers Butters to tickle him rather than his other friends, just because Butters is so gentle and sweet

- soft tickles get him so good

- also his laugh is canonically SO contangious so whenever people do tickle Kenny, they're laughing with him

- he really needs some cheer up tickles, poor guy

- only person to ever tickle Cartman and come out of it unscathed

- regresses involuntarily and if he does regress around his friends he just goes completely mute and that's how they know

- more of a caregiver though, but only for his siblings

- he doesn't seem very ticklish at first glance but as soon as you just unzip his parka he is DONE FOR. - death spot is his neck (hence why his hood is always up)

Kyle

- where do i even begin, labonbon?

- super ticklish on his ears (i guessed cuz he never takes off his hat and it specifically covers his ears i dunno)

- rasperries there make him jump out of his skin

- enjoys being tickled to some degree, but only by Stan

- more of a lee than a ler, but he will ler if he gets the chance to wreck cartmans shit

- on the other hand, he prefers caregiving instead of regressing

- cares specifically for Stan but sometimes subtly helps Kenny

- whenever he does regress he does it to help cope with the stress of caring for other people

- only cared for Cartman one time and did it very begrudgingly. damn his conscience.

- absolutely loves caring for Stan because it just makes Stan so happy and he lowkey has it bad for Stan

- rougher tickles (surprisingly) are the way to go to make him crumble - hear me out...snorts. -

Stan

- at first I didn't really like Stan, but he's definitely grown on me

- starts regressing at the reccomendation of Kyle because he's afraid of getting older and wants to feel like a child again

- Kyle is his cg, although sometimes Stan does care for Kyle

- Not too ticklish and he doesn't exactly enjoy it too much

- that's a different story when he's small though...

- he enjoys tickling much more when he's little because he feels safer

- most ticklish on his feet

Cartman

- scary lee or ler. doesn't matter, he's still scary.

- his friends are terrified of tickling him (cuz they know how venegeful he can be *cough* scott tenorman *cough*)

- genuinely hates tickling, there is no shred of enjoyment

- tickles Kyle until he cries

- he gets tickled when he crosses a boundary (like in that episode 'tsst' where they essentially tickled cartman to make him behave lol)

- regresses for fun and completely unshameless about his attachment to his stuffed animals

- plays REALLY weird games...like he plays pretend planned parent hood

- cries if a stuffed animal falls off the bed while regressed

- he's really mean to his stuffed animals when he's big, though

- loves playing games with people he likes a lot

- as someone who is an EXTREMELY guilty kyman shipper at times, i think kyle would enjoy playing with him while he's small (because he's a lot more innocent)

- calling him 'eric' makes him melt and he hates it.

#ignore how cartman has the most #im so normal about him. #eric cartman is a guilty pleasure im sorry #weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #sfw agere #south park #south park tickles #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick

[fangirlingatstuff]

Ronin and reader headcannons (w/ romance if thats fine I couldnt find ur rules page sorry) , you and MK had shrunk together, so maybe sometime after the movie, Nod and Him become "stomper" size and MK's like: "nah dude you gotta go to Y/n's house" and they go to your large slightly dysfunctional loving family to regroup and stuff. You have become my new favorite account bc i found no one who writes Epic, especially Ronin. <3 You have been followed and will be loved aggressively

Yay! Welcome to the club lol the fandom may be slightly dead but that doesnt keep some of us from making content XD Hope you like this hun! Haven’t written much for Ronin so this is fun!

This is definitely not based off of my family nooo why would you think that??? (Tho I only have one brother lol)

When you had first shrunken down and met Ronin, you hadn't been as trustful as MK was.

Given, you went with MK as emotional support so she had someone to fall back on if things didn't go well with her dad, and after being shrunken while stressing about helping out your friend, you were a lot more on edge than she was.

When Ronin made it his job to escort the both of you to Nim's, you weren't as receptive of the idea as MK was, but hey, MK was kind of in need of a strong figure in her life and you weren't going to argue with that.

Over the period of that day, seeing Ronin, talking to him, noticing his own grief, even though he was pretty attractive and it made your heart skip a beat when he pulled you in by the waist to get you away from MK's crazy pug, you told yourself "we just met” and left it at that.

So imagine your surprise, several months later, when MK shows up with both leafmen while your youngest siblings were causing mayhem in the kitchen, your eldest brother wrestling with your dad over the last couple pizza rolls, and your mom stuck in a standoff with the cat since it kept trying to eat the bills on the counter.

MK explained what happened and why Ronin and Nod were suddenly big now, but you weren't able to say anything before she was like “Ok bye! Take care!” And left them with you

You were SO going to get her back for this

Honestly, you were surprised that your family didn’t mind them showing up, but you also lived in a loft above the garage so that you had some privacy from the rest of your family.

After introducing Nod and Ronin as “some of MK’s friends”, you moved them up to your small “apartment”

Nod was already a hit with your youngest two brothers, showing off his sword skills by slicing fruit in the air as they tossed it at him

Ronin took a while to adjust

But slowly he started to talk to you and you two actually had the longest conversation you’ve ever had between the two of you

Ronin didn’t want to intrude or be a burden, so he picked up doing chores (your chores) around the apartment and house while also getting Nod to do your brothers chores

You told him it wasn’t necessary, they were your chores for a reason, but Ronin argued and said that this was thanks for letting the two of them stay

He’s already a big hit with your mom and dad, but they were at work and didn’t see much of him

You were washing dishes after everyone else left the house, either for school or work, when Ronin came in

He was wearing a white henley shirt with rolled up sleeves, something that SHOULDNT have looked that good on him, and immediately stopped to look at you from across the house

“Nope, uh uh,” he hip checked you out of the way and took the plate you were washing

“Hey!” You said

“Let me wash the dishes,” he didn’t even bother letting you argue, to him it was “his duty” to show appreciation by helping around the house

“Ronin,” you whined while trying to take the rag back from him, “c’mon, it’s literally my one chore.”

“You don’t have to do it, I got it,” he said

You huffed and groaned

“How about you wash them and I’ll dry and put them up?” You offer, hand on your hip

He looked at you and thought for a moment

The two of you worked in sync with each other in the small kitchen, you putting up the dishes as Ronin washed them

Occasionally, his hand would linger for a moment longer than usual while handing you the next dish, or you’d glance over to see him quickly looking away

Even when dressed so casually he looked so in charge and strong, it was so weird

It was weird in general to see him out of his armor but you digress

When the last dish was put up, you stretched and wiped down your slightly wet hands before turning to walk out

“Hey Y/n-“ you turned as Ronin reached out for you but hesitated

“Yeah, Ronin?” You raised a brow

He stopped and drew back his hand, brow furrowed in thought

“…thank you. For letting me and Nod stay here. Your family is…very kind.”

You snorted, “Yeah, well you havent seen ‘em on a bad day.”

Ronin chuckled a little at your joke and it made your cheeks turn pink

“But really,” he said, “I don’t know how else to thank you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“No, I do,” he added as you hopped to sit on the counter behind you. “I…I think we got off on the wrong foot, before.”

You blinked in surprise and looked away with a hint of shame, “Yeah, I—that day was a lot for me.”

He sighed, “It…was a lot for me too.”

You lowered your gaze, thinking about the woman who he had ran to as she died, the late queen, Tara

Ronin shook his head and snapped out of it, “Uh, well I-“ he stammered and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m happy MK took us here. It’s been…nice, actually getting to know you.”

You told yourself you were imagining the blush on his face

“Really?” You smiled. “It’s been nice getting to know you too.”

Ronin smiled as you hopped down and opened up the fridge, taking out a gallon of iced sweet tea

“Come on!” You chirped as you passed him and grabbed two glasses, “It’s nice out.”

The two of you sat out in the backyard on the porch, chatting and drinking iced tea, laughing at stories, talking about anything and everything, enjoying the nice spring air late into the evening

When Nod eventually came back with MK after a trip around town, they found the two of you passed out on the porch swing, a thin blanket over the both of you

MK laughed but Ronin never looked so peaceful

Okay it took me a while to come up with this and it isnt immediately romantic but now Im like “…oh? Oh, ok, am I invested in this now???”

So if you like it I can DEFINITELY do more, it took everything in me to NOT just write an entire short fic for this one prompt, it ended up being so much cuter than I expected!!!!

Hope you like it! Its awesome having more people interact with the fandom!!

#ronin #epic 2013 #mk bomba #mary katherine bomba #ronin x reader #nod #x reader #epic 2013 headcanons #epic 2013 x reader #future drabble? #slice of life #request

[neteyamsilly]

Hi!! It’s Ramble Anon!!

I must begin with saying that this chapter was amazing, I was holding my breath until the very end!! I woke up earlier than usual for some reason (maybe subconsciously I knew you posted the chapter AHAHA) and I’m so glad I did!! I got all the time to read it slowly and savoring every word 😌

I KNEW you would hit us with the most grueling, beautiful, teary flashback ever, but MAN, even if I knew what was written I couldn’t have been possibly prepared 😭

It was so refreshing seeing Jake being an amazing dad, so cute that all of the kids (and Neytiri) teased him, BUT Y/N, she loves those beads, could be the ugliests in the whole world, she’d think they were the prettiest thing her eyes laid on 🥺 (him finding out she wear them in her hair after she dies ☹️)

I loved the bantering between Jake and Neytiri!! The whole movie was them stressing out for their children, it’s so nice seeing them as a couple, gently teasing each other 🥰

May I say that little Y/N is the most adorable child? So cute!! Her being able to sneak on Jake and her siblings observing if she succeeds or fails!! Why am I so entertained by the fact that during all the flashback Y/N was the mastermind of the attacks to Jake, lmao, always keeping him on his toes

And the innocent cussing!! 😭 and the siblings copying Y/N 🥺 (I’m curious, who do you think between the kids curses the most? I think most people would answer Lo’ak, but I’d put Kiri there too, she just looks like the type to curse her brother out if he aggravates her enough lmao (she is grace’s daughter, too after all), but Y/N, she sounds like the person who curses when she is excited!!)

Jake using mighty hunter as a entertaining nickname for Y/N, then he used it to mock and ridicule her.. why must u hurt me like this. 😞

And then the painting with the mud and the promise of painting her face for Iknimaya 😭 (“it’s what family does” pls-)

Y/N dying was so heartbreaking, everyone was panicking, Neteyam and Lo’ak coming to see what happened must have been terrifying, Jake and Neytiri desperately hugging their daughter..

Y/N died in front of Neteyam, they were the each other’s closest sibling and Y/N died IN FRONT OF HIM -pls I can’t-

Lo’ak just staring and being unable to understand, him bringing his grandma and Kiri, and Tuk!! Poor baby.. Everyone consoling each other was so nice in all of this heartbreak

Lo’ak going back where Y/N died, he just wanted to fly with his sister 😞

And her Ikran trying to gently nudge her awake 😭. He needs a name!! (I’m still so mad they didn’t give us names of the sibling’s ikrans ☹️)

Her Ikran being Toruk’s colors!!! 😭

I know he is beautiful

baby was mutilated and kept going for her, I can’t stop imagining Y/N begging her dad to not put him down like PLEASE, I have tears in my eyes

(I read in one of the comments that Y/N is Hiccup coded, I couldn’t agree more 😭)

I literally am writing this between my classes, I’m so blinded by your absolute talent ✨

I’m so glad Hake got some sense knocked into him, FINALLY

Ik it hurt to hear what Neytiri said, but I enjoyed it 😭 (But all the children listening 😕)

And this Stxel’eveng?? I can’t wait to find out what will happen!! What will happen at the Tree of Souls??? I’m so excited!!

Such a beautiful chapter!! Thank you!!

I hope I’m not bothering you with all of this asks lmao (I sent one after chapter 3, I hope it got sent!! (Not trying to rush you or anything!! I just know my phone sucks and it keeps disappointing me lmao) I just can’t stop commenting on how beautifully you wrote this story 😭)

RAMBLE ANON HI!!!! I think tumblr didnt send a notification to you, I've answered your ask today here!!!! DW I GOT UR BACK

I'm telepathically connected to the readers of this fic through daddy issues frequency channel, we're ascending together 🧘🏽‍♀️ the fic dropped and it was that audio going "something just happened" LMAOOOO

Half the ask being about the flashback and the cute moments and the details melted me, omg!

Jake and Neytiri having a back-and-forth was so entertaining, i loved her calling him "baby" the most bc she did that a lot in the first movie!!!

Also omg IM HAPPY YOU PICKED UP ON THE "MIGHTY HUNTER" DETAIL AHHHH THAT HURTS MY SOUL! Something they lovingly joked around together used by Jake to hurt her where it's vulnerable:(

ALSO LIKE UR SO RIGHT Sister!reader cussing at moments of excitement and happiness, and Kiri being the wildcard you wouldn't expect to have a potty mouth! AHH I LOVE THIS

Lowkey I referred to the ikran as "Jack" in my head because i had a gag going that sister!reader would name him that so it's funny as he listens when she orders him to do something and it's supposed to get on jake's nerves 💀 also like, funny when all the other family members having poetic na'vi names and you and your father having "bob" and "jack"

BUT I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR!!! he has so much personality despite being in the background most of the time i dont know how i managed to do this HSHDHSBDHS

I'm so happy (as always) to see you looking forward to the next chapter AAAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE ASK<3333

#irma mirma ask mask #irmanons: ramble anon

[nerves-nebula]

I was sure that maladaptive daydreaming was like, more severe and uncontrollable than that? like in a way that seriously impedes your ability to function in life.

Not from what I've seen? Key words I've seen describing maladaptive daydreaming is excessive and intentional. But, recent studies are saying that it may be compulsive?

I'm some people diagnosed with it irl and some of them even like, have complained before about being interrupted out of their daydreams. But they do Intentionally start them and think fo the universes, but it like, gets in the way sometimes cuz it's like, "well I SHOULD do that thing, or, I could daydream,,, imma daydream"

Maladaptive means like, not adapting well. So maladaptive daydreaming is just, not adapting to stress in a good way via the agent of daydreaming.

Oh and Like, with proper therapy or new coping mechanisms most people diagnosed with it experience on average half the amount of daydreams sjdndndn just a fun statistic!

I don't know I could also just be wrong 🤷‍♂️ sjshdjdjdnns

My brain is fascinating

🫐

dont we ALL get irritated when our daydreams are interrupted tho? like i made this whole situation and perfectly set it up and ur tryna talk to me ?? IM BUSY !!

hard to know if it was maladaptive because I had nothing to ever do as a kid so like. i wasnt like zoning out in class daydreaming or not paying attention to something important because i never HAD class and i rarely had something important I had to be doing. i did zone out a lot but that was prolly like an ADHD thing i think..

and also since it was like, usually related to my art nobody said shit cause i was just thinkin of things to draw or stories to tell.

but sometimes you're stuck in the car with ur siblings and they're screaming and shouting and fighting and you dont have earbuds yet cause you're like 11 so instead you just,,, think about ur OC's or something :)

I can see it having been compulsive but eh. who can say. gods know my parents werent paying attention.

one #classic thing I kinda do is like, this sort of "ahh ok time to think about something else buddy, lets go!" sorta situation. like i'd say that to myself or something like "ough this sucks i dont wanna be here *thinks about dogs with wings*" or "I hate this I hate being here it's too loud and I feel gross *distracts self by thinking about how to torture my OC's*"

so idk.

#nnstuff #ask

[www-librarytearoom-com]

OMG!! oMG!! Ur dad!Mario kid!Luigi fic has me going insane. It's soo cute! Ur a genius!! i never imagined Mario as a buff dad b4 but it makes so much sense here in ur writing. All i can think about is a tiny baby Weeg and Mario alone in an apt. or house, doing everything they can for each other, feeling like it's just them against the world. Thinking about the way Mario gave up his dreams for baby weegi to live a happy life and how'd he do it again &again as many times needed. I'm pretty sure he'd straight up die for him(plz don't weegi and the audience would NOT like that) I love ur writing and how u set up the characters and interactions with each other. It Soo !!!!! Also the way u wrote Mario being so scared of not being enough and turning out like his shit parents. JEEZ if that didn't feel like a brick to the face. During the pandemic when I had just turned 17 i was left in charge of my baby niece (and younger sibs). No one wanted her cuz they claimed that taking care of an infant was too much, even worse with the added bonus of a virus. I didn't really get much of a choice but it didn't matter cuz I wouldve sold my limbs off they hadn't decided on me. Bcuz let me tell u the sec I locked eyes with her i had already fallen in love, and when she fell asleep cradled in my arms it was already sealed. (I absolutely melted when the bros met each other 4 the 1st time 🥺) They were the most stressful & tough times I've had but my God if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen in my life. I lost things & ive lost friends but not once did i ever regret having her in my life. Seeing ur Mario portrayed like this, as a guy carrying so much weight and insecurities with him, trying to do his best for his little brother, for his KID whom he loves with his WHOLE heart, just warms me up. Its so sweet and wholesome. Ur fic is always gonna have a special place in my heart.

I have questions but I feel like i already clogged up this ask lol so I'll do it later, hope u have a good day/night-🍊(<- me :DD)

Omfg I might actually cry, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS ANON!

I'm so incredibly happy you like my AU, and the way you talk about it is exactly the way I wanted people to see my characters, so this makes me so happy! Also, you're so amazing for doing that for your niece and your Siblings! I'm the youngest sibling myself but in some households, like you know, parents aren't the most present. 99% of my life has been me looking up to my older sisters, who have given so much to raise me and keep me safe rather than my parents, so this fic is dedicated to them in a way because of how much I love them for what they did for me.

Mario and Luigi are the sweetest boys ever and they're incredible, they have a lot of internal doubt because of their unfortunate living circumstances but I'm a sucker for a happy ending so rest assured, these boys will be getting one! Mario has buff dad energy and perhaps, POTENTIALLY, Peach will have buff mum energy soon 👀

Thank you so much again and IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO ASK BECAUSE ID LOVE TO ANSWER THEM

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[honeytonedhottie]

I really like desperately need to manifest for the rest of my siblings to get out of foster care , except I don't have enough income or a house or anything. i'm have such a difficult time because in the past ive failed manifesting and now I find myself stuck in a time crunch and idk how to manifest something so "big" when ive never successfully manifested and im so stressed out, how would I go about that? I hope this question is alright!

first off, you've never failed at manifesting. you physically cannot fail at manifesting. something was just inconsistent within. with manifesting u either manifest or u dont. theres no in between. so you've never ever failed at manifesting 💗

also, "big" or small manifestations are all neutral at the end of the day. only u attach what makes a manifestation big or small. so if u change that view on ur desire from big -> small. maybe it'll break some resistance.

now on time crunches, dont put time above urself or ur manifesting abilities! your limiting urself for no reason, dont do that 💗 take accountability and accept ur desire as yours and accept it as true. regardless of what happens in ur 3d regrading ur time crunch is just something that you're accepting as true.

i hope this helped 🫶🏽

#law of assumption #advice

[sugarakis-p2]

All knight and day must die ch18

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Shigaraki, Dabi, and Spinner are going to meet up with the potential new allies while examining the new hive. Despite you and Lyra both telling them it's a bad idea, because you are sure they are part of the MLA and will stir up dangerous trouble. No matter what you do or say, Shigaraki leaves you in the care of Master.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki, domestic fluff, toxic possessive behavior, death threats, rp, light choking, preggy and lactation kink, 10k < I sorry!

@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo

Chapter 17.5 & 17

Chapter 18:

"Don't you dare," you half heartily threaten Shiggy.

He replies with a wide ridiculous grin filled with boiled eggs. All the siblings laugh. You knew he would do that. Eat all of them. Can't keep eggs in the nest longer than a day. That's why you peeled them for him. You roll your eyes, not that anyone can see both.

Shigaraki wants you to start controlling your abilities without the eyepatch. But you are not ready. Plus, you like how it looks. Shiggy has been sillier lately. Happier. But you are feeling more miserable. Being driven into the dark is hard. You begged to see Lyra, begged him to bring Adam home. But he refused.

"You will be with her when leave for village. Spend time with me. Peter needs more training anyways," he insisted. To you, he leans in and whispers, "Need to milk, little mate. Make sure have enough for grubs."

"Yeah!" Peter shouts. Thankfully Peter only heard the first part. Peter throws his arms around Shigaraki's ruff, inhaling deeply. Shigaraki does a nonchalant chirp, ruffling the loving boy's hair.

"Jan, don't feed Mochi-chan at the table. He sheds like crazy," you tell her. Of course, Peter loves the idea of not having to go over to Dabi's to learn. You want to smack Shigaraki. He knows the little ones are afraid the adults will disappear on them. You understand because it had happened to you when you were their age. But you do not exploit it like Shigaraki. You know he is using your family to manipulate you, and you are getting tired of it.

"No. I will stay with you at the nest, but the kids are going to educate themselves," you snap. The kids groan. Jan is sitting on his lap. Snuggling when she actually tells you that you are not their mom and not in charge of them. The horrid things you wanted to say made you heat with rage. They have become so spoiled and bratty because of Shigaraki that you almost understand why Abraham used to beat the hell out of you.

"You're right," you say through clenched teeth, "I'm your big sister, and big sissy says you will eat your vegetables and go to school until you are an adult."

"Agree with mate. Go," Shigaraki says, lifting Jan off his lap. He kisses the tip of his fingers and places it on their head the way Adam did.

"Don't be a baby," John says. Finishing and standing, "Big Sissy is the closest thing we will ever have to a mom. Don't make it harder on her. Come on." John orders. Peter runs over to hum to the grubs before he does. There is a slight vibration. Peter gets so excited he hugs and kisses you. You sit there in stiff surprise as Mable and Jan follow suit. You are about to burst into tears; it's so sweet.

"I'm sorry," Jan mumbles and pecks you on the cheek. John comes over and rubs a rough hand on your belly.

"Goodbye, little nephews," John says with his slight slur. He kisses you on the head, and you quickly grab the front of his shirt. His eyes widen at how strong your grip is.

"Don't overdo the workouts with the wingless kid, Shoto. Don't think I haven't noticed you are looking beat up," you tell him, combined with sign language.

His lips press into a grim expression, nodding and signing that he won't. You give him a quick dry peck on the cheek. You think John will grow into a fine man when they leave in Kurogiri's black swirl warp gate. Kurogiri follows with an overly dressed sleeping Beth in his smoky arms. Poor thing still not used to Mothmen sleep schedule.

"Come on, Mochi!" One of the kids yells, and the puppy chases after.

"Shiggy. You are spoiling them too much. They are becoming pure little monsters," you tell him. He regards you for a moment, picking his words carefully. He looks distant when he talks.

"Life not easy. I go to war, could be killed. I could eat bad meat, get killed. Could lie in bed and get killed. Larvae has lost much. Let be spoiled for a little while. Life will hurt them later. Let them have this. I killed old family. Like new family better. Make deal. They can have what they want. I can give if they learn school and always hold each other up. Good deal?" He asks you in his broken language.

"Let me think on it," you say. He nods, knowing that you will give in. You are weak when it comes to your family. He pets you on the head. You hate that and give him a dirty look, which he ignores. You soften when you mull over his words, "Shiggy, what do you mean by "I killed old family?"

He tenses, a distant look in his red gaze. Wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his nose on the top of your head, kissing your forehead.

"Later. When have more words," he says. He runs the back of two fingers down your cheek. The distant look was gone as he looked down at you with worship. You kiss him on the lips.

"Later then," you say, pulling away to clean up.  

You put the dishes in the washtub. When Shigaraki comes over, trilling and chittering in his own language, you prepare yourself. He lifts you without warning and carries you to the nest. A package is waiting for him on the table, and you suck in a breath. It's a death box. The sight of it makes your heart race and your stomach drop in fear. Shigaraki sets you down to eagerly open it.

He makes a happy little chirp and flutter. He holds up a necklace that looks like the one he gave you. A black and gold moth for mourners. You were there when he bought it. However, the tradition has been ingrained in you that when you saw it, you thought it was over, Maude. You haven't heard from her and fear the worst. There is a letter waiting for him. He quickly scans it. His attention is drawn to you, though.

"Why cry?" Shigaraki asks with a lilt of worry, "Grubs upsetting stomach? Did not eat enough at meal. Must eat more." He chides as he comes over to you to tell the babies growing in you to calm down. He has been so sweet lately. You don't want to ruin his good mood by mentioning Maude. You force a smile and shake your head.

"No baby grub," you say, caressing his cheek, running your fingers through his hair and over his sensitive antennae. He emits three sharp chirps and then shakes his head.

"No call cute words in front of others. Promise!" He hisses. All bark and no bite.

"Do you prefer Onii-chan? Big brother?" you tease.

"That nest talk. Don't be stupid," he scolds with no real bite. He leans into your touch. You pull his mouth to yours and kiss him.

"Here, let me help," you offer, taking the necklace from him. Moving his hair aside to clasp the necklace for him, "You can't tell it's there. It's hidden in all this fluffy fur." You giggle with genuine enjoyment.

"I will know," he rasps. You hold out strands of your hair for him. He reaches out with a sharp claw; you guide him to cut a longer chunk. He watches with complete fascination when you tie your hair into an intricate knot to the shape of the moth. He trills in pleasure as you place it in the locket for him. He flutters.

"Here, hair long enough. Make another for you," he insists. You smile and work his hair into a knot. Focused on the task with pleasure.

"It's getting long. I like it," you tell him. He reddens and nudges his head against your belly to sing and chirp to the grubs. It's his way of saving face. He likes your words, but he must hold back a little. Otherwise, you will consume his thoughts.

"I go to village tonight with Dabi," he informs you. Working his way to your chest. You freeze. Upset because you want him to find your brother, and he says he will after this 'visiting the village' thing he is vague about.

"Why am I just hearing about this now?" You ask with a stern tone.

"Got word now, so tell now. Meeting allies," he rasps. That throws you off.

"What allies?" You question. 

"Astral wizards," he says.

"No," you breathe. The grubs squirm in you as your anxiety spikes, "Don't go. Not the astral wizards."

He immediately jerks from your chest and cradles you to him like a sweet baby. Rocking you and talking to the screeching grubs. He is feeling more than one thrum travel down his antennae. He was just so pleased to be having grubs he never wondered who put the curse on you. It will have to be looked into at some point.  

"Why? What wrong?" He asks calmly.

"I thought you were just going to visit Giran. The man is likely to ask you for something and then have you pay for it. But the Astral wizards are not good allies. Stay here with me at the nest. Don't go," you say.

"Giran thinks good allies," he replies.  

"That's because Giran can't see the forest for the trees. He probably thinks, "well, these guys hate the Order of the light, so they will make good allies." What he doesn't consider is that most of them are in a "secret" group called the Magical Liberation Army. They are a fanatical group that despises magical creatures. They would have me killed for telling you this. Call me a species traitor. You are considered a magical creature, my love. Stay home. Stay with me," you divulge. You are frightened of the MLA, and he can feel it. He smirks. Remembering the word he was thinking of.

"Did not warn that my love was bad at impersonations. Awful Giran. Sounds nothing like him," he grins. You smack him. Harder than he was expecting but not hard enough to get him to stop laughing.

"I'm serious," you snarl at him. He beats his wings, caressing your breasts. He had allowed you to take out the piercings for breastfeeding.

"I will keep in mind. Humans too soft to hurt. Speak of soft. Let make you feel good. Let me taste you," He moans, wrapping his arms around you to inhale your warm scent between your breasts. He doesn't have the words yet to tell you how tantalizing you are. He can feel your heartbeat. The pulse pushes light against his hash lips and travels down his antennae to the base of growing cock with shudders of desire.  

He can smell your milk and the sweet scent of your heady arousal. You are getting bigger with his grubs. An instinct slithers in circles at the back of his skull. You are his mate. All his. He wants to fuck and kill. Protect you and the grubs. When he is away from you, his instincts strikes like a bolt of lighting through his brain and is impossible to cage without you.

His mind never strays too far from the thought of you. Before you, his nature was always insisting, yeaning, and distracting. With you, his mind is serene, quieting with your delicious flavor, loving words, sweet moans, and tight cunt. He sighs in contentment. Pulling aside the fabric to capture your nipple in his mouth.

He loves this. He sucks greedily. Your tender flesh pebbles under his tongue. Warm, sweet, life-giving juices pour down his throat. He lets his instincts uncoil and rise to the surface. A feeling washes over him, a familiar one, that is followed by a hazy memory. He felt this way at some point when he was young. He hums, and his grubs reverberate his song.  

You tease him. But your eye is filled with that look that is beyond lust. Your eyes hold his soul as you hold him to your chest. Running your digits through his hair and ruff with light touches over the scars around his eyes. He holds himself up not to press on your belly too hard. He does it until his arms are shaking and your breasts are sucked dry.

He is starting to wonder if this is strange. Perhaps it relates to his early neglect. The loss of his mother when he was meant to be in the nest with her until his eleventh season. It will be something he will dwell on later. For now, he is with you, and the beast that slithers under the surface craves more than milk and nurturing.

"Don't go," you whisper. Licking your nipples excruciatingly slow until light mewls slips past your lips. The beast in him rumbles and growls to be satisfied. Your little sounds excite him. He wants to stay and make you happy. You make him weak. Your demanding little mouth calms the twisting beast in him. Your soft tongue dancing with his. You pull away to shyly undress. Oh, so submissive. You are bliss and hell.

"It will only be for a night, little mate," he said perfectly. Kissing along that smooth, tender neck of yours. You moan, gliding your hand down his front, wriggling your fingers into his pants. Your delicate fingers wrap around his cock and stroke him.

"Skip it and find my brother. I would be so grateful," you mumble against his lips. He groans. Imagining you grateful makes him leak spill over your hand. Uses his precum to slick and stroke him harder. He pulls off that eyepatch to get a better look of your eyes giving him that look beyond lust and worship your moon. His claws lighlty tracing your scars.

"Tempting. Want mate happy," he replies. Removing his clothes, watching you enjoy his cock. Licking the tip, looking up with your open mouth to show him his essence on your tongue before you swallow. A shudder of need travels to the tip of his toes and feelers.

One of his large hands dropped to press his rough fingertips against your clit, wriggling them until he pushed past your resistive thighs. Inhaling your scent deeply as he nips at your neck, leaving love bites for all to see. You moan and grind your wet pussy on his hand. A wicked fanged grin spreads across his face while he rubs your tender bud. Making you moan and writhe under him.

"So eager. My naughty little tasty mate," He hisses as he kisses over your chest. Capturing a nipple in his mouth for one last suck. Running his face down your middle, his hot breath fanning over the top of your pussy.

"You said it is good for me and the grubs. I'm just being healthy. I know what you're doing," you groan. He pulls his hand away, shutting you up for now. Gave you another mischievous grin, his smoldering scarlet eyes burning like coals in the darkness. Nudging your legs apart, forcing them to let him in.

He spreads you wide, kissing and nuzzling your moist folds and clit. Making you melt and squirm before burying his mouth against your sweet cunt. His long tongue is lapping vigorously at your core. You hump against his face, smothering him in your pussy the way he likes.

"I'm going to cum soon, Onii-Chan," you moan. He growls at your naughty words. As soon as your flavor hit his taste buds and your words hit his ears, it was over for you. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole.

Brushed along your walls, flicking it back and forth the way Dabi says he does. Plunging in deep, twirling the tip at the sensitive, sweet spot in you. Thrusting the thick part in and out of you. You quickly felt yourself at the edge of tipping into an orgasm. Whenever he felt you start to clench around him, he pulled away to keep you edged.

"Dammit! You are so mean," you whined. He pulls away to answer you. You grab his hair and shove his face back. He chuckles in your puss, followed by a sharp chirp, but he quickly gets back to the task. Your head is lolling back, drooling and moaning. He has never eaten you out so enthusiastically.

Thank you, Dabi. Never saying that out loud would be a good thing, you think. He encourages you to hump his face. Gripping you tight, rubbing your lower half to help you fuck his tongue. He pulls out to suckle on your clit, humming happily while you are wriggling and making cute noises. Wanting to taste more of your honey, he plunges his tongue back in deep.

This time he is shoving as much of his tongue as he can, his rough lips putting pressure and different texture on your sensitive little bud. You scream at the sudden orgasm in surprise. Pleasure spasming through you. Causing your toes to curl, pulsing around his tongue, trapping him with your thighs. You go limp and fall back, panting, releasing his head. Murmuring praises to him. He licked a line up through your sweet folds, making you wriggle while it dragged along your sensitive clit for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

He likes making sure you know how good he plans to make you feel. Taking his time prepping and stretching you out with his nimble fingers, careful of his claws. After all, when those grubs come, he wants to make it easy for you. His face glistening in your juices, he is finally ready to slip his aching member into your tight heat. A moan slips from you when he has gotten you ready, smacking his lips. He wipes his face, chirping as he crawls over you, pressing his hot, slicked sex against yours. You push him away and shake your head. He rolls his eyes.

"Don't go," you insist. He shakes his head.

"You are one being mean. I vow to you. I look for your brother and bring him home. Want mate happy. Want larvae happy. Will see Lyra. Regardless, don't be a brat. Give pussy. You want to give pussy," he says with a coy grin.

"Hands and knees," you say at last. Giving in. He heaps endless praise and chirps on you. Nuzzling the back of your head while you make yourself comfortable. He had placed the mirror there, claiming he wanted to see your pretty eyes in fucked out bliss. You cringed mentally, but it turns out you like seeing his head thrown back in his desperate chase for more pleasure. Pulling his gloves on his hand goes to his favorite spot.

Fingers are gripping your throat, and the other hand has a hold of your waist, lightly squeezing to cut off your oxygen supply. You reach up and tap the back of his hand, the signal to loosen his grip. You look back with a sly smirk.

"I love you," you say before he pushes into you. You don't want to be tasteless. He melts and chitters words of devotion. Kissing around your jaw and neck before putting his hand back.

"Love, Ur perfection," he rasps. Your thoughts jumbled, head swimming with desire as he rubbed the head of his leaking cock between your wet folds. Mixing your fluids. You are both panting messes. He grunts as he slowly pushes the head of his cock past your entrance.

You are so tight, even wet; you resist him. The whimper that escaped you has his instincts riled. Claim, it snarled. She's already claimed; he argued with it. Females can never be claimed enough. They love big cocks and knots. His sadistic instincts want you to feel every bit of his cock as he stretches you. They agree on this.

Writhing, you push back into him, bracing yourself against the nest. Your cunt trying to push him out, your ass slapping his thighs, is the best thing he has ever felt. He wonders if your tight little pussy will ever be ready for those grubs. You just need to be worked a little harder with the real thing. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you groan and drool a little. His hips buck harder. Your pretty expressions make him feral.

"Oh gods, you are good," you wheeze. Hips snapping, feeling your pussy give a little squeeze each time. Your hot drooling channel like a vice refusing to let him go the deeper and harder he thrusts. Your scent and moans fill the room. The smell of dandelion fields makes your head swim. Every so often, his fingers loosen and then squeeze around your throat as your sweet pussy does on his length, intensifying your high.

Leaving you gasping for air. He is in control, and your body belongs to him. Giving in to him was the best thing you have ever done. A smug expression played across his features. You are gripping him harder. He knows you are about to cum. He has been holding back to experience the ecstasy at the same time. Your beautiful eyes flutter.

Tears are streaming down your flushed cheeks. Your body feels fantastic. Pleasure teases up and down your spine, threatening to make you scream in bliss. Your pussy feels better than any he has had in the past. He can't hold back any longer. He thrusts and ruts hard. Wings beating, sending jolts of pleasure right to your core, helping him to drive in deep. Overwhelming pain and pleasure entwine as your hot bodies melt into each other. All you can do is grip at the edge of the nest as your pussy coils tight around him. Coming undone in mind-bending pleasure that explodes through you. From the tip of your panting screaming tongue to your curling toes.

Shigaraki can feel his heat build into a burning desire, setting his nerves on fire, instincts screaming to claim more all night. You explode on him, back-arching, body rocking with bliss. Your head is thrown back, hair smacking him in the face with your sharp scent, tears streaking down your cheeks as you babbled a series of praise and curses at him. You constrict around his length, tighter and better than his own fist like you are trying to strangle him.

You have never felt this full and this fucked, toe-curling orgasm. Your wind feels knocked out of you even though he has released his grip. Shigaraki roars, pumping you full of his seed, knot expanding. Making you shriek and squirm. He arches and throws his head back as if you killed him with your sex. His wings beat in a loud buzz become he slumps on your back. Chirping and holding you close, biting lightly at your shoulder.

It is shameful how good sex is with you. You turn him into a mess. He wishes he could tell you how beautiful you are like this. Fucked out of your mind that you are practically incoherent, a gasping mess glistening with beads of sweat. He rolls you both to the side, his seed spilling out of your overly stuffed cunt. You squeeze his knot for every last drop.

He lifts your leg under the knee to fuck you more. All night, in fact. He loves watching your face contort in pain and pleasure. He loves hearing and feeling, every whimper, cry, or blissed wet noise you make. The intoxicating smell of your mingled sex fills his nest. You are a treat for all his senses. He is drooling and growling. When he came again, his seed overflowing and forming a puddle, leaking onto the furs. He drove into you like a wild beast for hours until his knot finally softened.

Your legs are shaking, your used pussy fluttering around him. He licked and cooed over you. He could have sworn he made your eyes cross at one point. Your head is foggy from the overstimulation. Good, maybe you will stop bringing up Maude and the MLA for a while. That was too much to hope for.

You are resentful that Shigaraki is leaving. But you are so excited you get to spend time with Lyra, as he promised. He promised to go get Adam himself. You are willing to take on the responsibility of looking after your younger siblings, but the older ones need looking after too.

With Maude at a different hive, and Adam running around, they won't be able to keep each other grounded. Adam's ambitions might get the better of him. It is at times like these you feel yourself breaking down. It was always Abraham or you, that kept those two from their hubris getting them killed or killing each other. Adam is the smarter of all the siblings. But he is also the most likely to lose control you consider.

Shigaraki is feeding you. You don't know why he insists on feeding you like you are one of the children, but he makes you eat until you are about to burst. As he gets ready to move you to Dabi's nest, you feel compelled to tell him.

"Shiggy," you say to the darkness to get his attention. You see a white blur take shape as his naked body comes into view. He is so pale. Sometimes he looks like a ghost, while other times, like now, he looks like a giant insect. Those red eyes shine in the darkness like hot coals in the fire. Your heart skips a beat because he is terrifying like this. He is bringing clothes to you. Shigaraki has a hard time dressing, his wings always getting in the way and he can't reach the ties in the back.

"Yessss, little mate?" he hisses with unknown anxiety. Fiddling with the necklace. He is tense, and you don't want to add to it. But he should know. You gesture for him to sit down, and you will talk while helping dress him.

"Adam is a real genius. He has a theory that I can't explain, but he wants to streamline the production of crystals in the caves under us," you say, tying a strap under his wing. Shigaraki chuckles, but he is listening to you. So you go on.

"I don't know about the crystals so much, but I understand he wants to expand the waste canals to the Black bog," you state. Shiggy cocks his head in new interest. You tie another strap.

"Black bog is useless land," He rasps. Parts are too bright in the day, and others are too dark to grow anything other than nasty creatures. You brighten with unbridled giddiness.

"They are not, though. We can farm mushrooms and potatoes there as long as we have people to overturn the shit after it is baked in the sun. It makes the best fertilizer, and if done right, it can be made sanitary. Then I was thinking, why not go a little further. If Adam can bring up crystal production, we expand our canals to the mudders and open trade," you beam.

He caresses your beautiful face and smiles as you blush. You look away, suddenly self-conscious.

"When I conquer, can rule the mudders how you wish. Such a sweet little queen," he says. Fluttering under your gaze. You feel another needle of doubt as you press the issue again.

"Forget about the wizards. Adam will bring us more status and boon to the hive than they ever could," you say. Try your hardest to convince him. You are so worried for him. He sees it, and his heart swells for you. He can not let you make him weak when it comes to war and killing. You need to learn to trust him in this. He is your King.

 "I can't pass up meeting with astral wizards. I sent Toga, Jin, Mr. Compress, Magne, to find Adam and Imogene. You are killing me. Want mate happy. I will be careful. But I need to go. Will be back," he reassures. He lifts you and takes you to the kids' apartment. It is dark since the kids are fast asleep. You begin to throw a tantrum. You are so pissed at this trickery. You thought he was taking you to Dabi's.

"You said I could see Lyra," you snarled at him. Panting in rage as you sit heavily on the couch. Arms crossed over the chest he likes so much. The sight of your moody, scrunched face makes him want to laugh. But he knows better.

"I no lie. Dabi will bring. But won't be sleeping in the same nest. Regardless, it will only be one night. Want all mates and little larvae nestlings safe, so put here. Larvae no want stay at Dabi's," He states, watching you flush with anger. He leans down to kiss and rub over your round belly. The beast in him was excited to have its needs fulfilled, willing to settle under the surface in contentment.   

"So moody. Such an angry little mate. No be mad. When upset, it upset grubs. No worries, little grubbies, mommy is sorry," he patronizes you.

"Don't apologize for me," you huffed. He is trilling and humming to the grubs. Giving you that look that asks, "are you really going to be mean when I'm about to leave?"  When he sees you giving in, he pouts for good measure. Sticking out his lower lip, giving you sad puppy eyes, he learned from Jan. You sigh and roll your eyes. He picks you up. Carrying you to the spare nest. Nomu guarded the doors and patrolled the halls of the nest. You are never alone.  

"I'm sorry. Come back safe. Better yet, don't go," you say. He gives your belly one last chitter for good luck, satisfied you apologized. He is about to rise and kiss you. But he stills at the response that came back from the grubs. You look at him confused when his expression twisted into a stupid giddy grin you rarely see. If apologizing made him this happy, you might have to rethink your tantrums. You soften.

"Please, come back. I can't do any of this without you. Think of your grubs," you relax. He nods enthusiastically. Turning, his dark wings fluttering like a cape in the dim light. Leaving you in the strange nest alone for the rest of the day. You get up, wide awake and upset. You might as well get started on food prep. The sibling's kitchen is not off-limits to you since it has been made incredibly kid and angry mate proof.

Shiggy thinks of everything. On the dining table are a letter and package. You squeal in delight when you read who it's from. It is from Maude to you. You will read it to all the kids when they wake up. The package is for Shigaraki. Strange it was delivered here instead of your nest. But lately, you both have been spending a lot of time with the kids. You get curious and open that one right away.

"Kurogiri, make sure nothing, and I mean nothing upsets my mate or harms my grubs. I know I can trust you for this," Shigaraki begrudgingly says. Kurogiri was surprised but didn't make a big deal out of it. When Dabi showed up with Lyra and Shoto, Shigaraki was confused. He was expecting more mates.

"The others?" he questioned.

"It's just Lyra and Shoto. I traded the others," Dabi said. That was curious. He traded them? He collected a skilled workforce that made everything for him. He's surprised Dabi gave them up. Shigaraki will ask him about it later.

"Let's grab Spinner and attempt to call the others when we get there. My mate has had dealings with the wizards and says they are not to be trusted," Shigaraki rasps.  

"Fine by me. I've been meaning to set someone on fire," Dabi rumbles.

"The astral wizards? Ur is right. They only associate with certain types of magical creatures, and you guys are not it," Lyra sneers. Shigaraki is interested now.

"Then what is their type?" Dabi asks, running his claws through her hair. Lyra took a moment to think about it.

"They like ones that are friendly to humans. Ones who have no magical restraint and absolute conviction. You don't have that," She says to both. This rankled Shigaraki.

"Oh? Is that a fact? I have a human mate and family. I'm very friendly with humans! My magic is strong!" He snarls at her.

"You clearly have emotional baggage. When it comes to magic, your will is your greatest asset, and it is tempered or weighed down by emotional baggage. Dabi, it's double since it's not just emotional but physical. This is more important. They claim to be the advocates of those humans that the Orders have let down. They will not like your years of eating and fucking abducted humans," Lyra snaps and then regrets it. These kinds of outbursts only help these cruel creatures and hurt her.

"Little sister Lyra has been so helpful lately. I let play with my little mate," Shigaraki grins. Lyra lit up with hope. Genuine hope, like a fool forgetting who she is talking to.

"Really?" Lyra asks. Shigaraki nods.

"I keep my word. When we return, you can have plenty of playtime. However, you will not be able to whisper or drip poison in her ear any longer. You have been too helpful to maim or kill, but you will no longer be granted any nest sister rights," He gravels in delight. Lyra's temper flares, and she looks to Dabi to oppose this. Only Dabi is pretending he heard nothing outrageous. That was it for her. Lyra had been cooperative in the hopes it would pay off. So far, all it has done is left her open to Shigaraki's taunts.

"I have been a great alley and sister to you! I deserve those rights! At least let me have time with her while you are away with Kurogiri monitoring!" She shouts. Shigaraki is instantly irked.

"No," he snarls, eyes darting between Lyra and Kurogiri. He wants to know what is going on between these two but now is not the time. Not in front of Dabi, "Keep your voice down. Do not wake Beth. She is still a grub. Her sisters are the only mothers she has because of your kind. I have not forgotten you are of the Order. I have not forgotten you built a tunnel for some unknown nefarious reasons. You had a hand in eliminating another adult in the little one's life. I don't want you upsetting any of my family. Including my very sensitive mate. You always leave a wake of misery for us, little sister." Shigaraki hisses.

Lyra winces at his words and shuts her mouth with a sharp click. Shigaraki is instantly suspicious. Lyra has been too helpful. She reeks of guilt; why? He wonders. Dabi carefully put himself between them.

"Such a paranoid grub. Don't be angry because Lyra is hurt. She lost status. She is only a stupid human. Emotional, social creatures, as you know," Dabi says, stroking Shigaraki's ego lightly while he moves Lyra closer to the confused Shoto. Dabi has worked hard to keep Lyra's limbs. She can be so ungrateful.

"I should have taken an arm. It would have been worth it," Shigaraki grumbles.

"Can I hang out with John?" Shoto asks, interrupting in the human tongue. Shigaraki regards Shoto. He has so much potential as a spy. Too bad he has the personality of a potato. Shoto has not been the best student. The best student was Mabel so far. Shoto only catches a few words they exchanged.

"Up to Dabi," he says. Turning away from them to Kurogiri. Shigaraki is suddenly interested in why Lyra places trust in Kurogiri. He is berating Kurogiri, who acts like he has no clue what he is talking about. It's a reminder to Lyra that Shigaraki is a quick learner. He is starting to get the read of humans better, he's reading Lyra, and that spells her doom. After the Spring celebration, Lyra is terrified. Ur and Shigaraki working together is bad. It also seems you have rubbed off on him. He is able to make allies easier.

"Do not lose your wits," was the only thing Lyra caught Shigaraki hissing at Kurogiri.

"You can if you keep up with your training," Dabi tells Shoto, guiding them to their nest. He tosses them into the same room. He knows Lyra and Shoto won't do anything untoward. He closes and locks the door. He hears her light pounding. This room is far back enough not to disturb Shigaraki's mate.

Kurogiri has left a warp gate open for them. The stench of pig shit is stamped down by the smell of dandelions and nightshade. Kurogiri has placed them outside of the new hive. It was a combination of both species' efforts, and it was beyond expectation.

"The humans are very talented at construction and hive planning. I can barely tell the entrance is there," Shigaraki admired. The platforms are almost invisible in the shadow of an artificial mountain.

"It is nicer looking than our hive, more open, better hidden, made in a short time. Sure, humans have their moments. Speaking of humans, where the hell is, Giran? He is supposed to be here," Dabi snorts. A warp gate opens, and Spinner comes flailing through. He looks around and sniffs at the air.

"It smells like you," Spinner says in surprise. They had just noticed him. Shigaraki helped him up while Dabi didn't bother to move.

"You've been sniffing me, Spinner?" Shigaraki teases. Spinner blushes and yells that Shigaraki just smells.

"Your happiness is gross, Shiggy," Dabi says. He whips his head at him in a fury.

"Only my mate gets to call me that!" He snarls at Dabi. Dabi smirks and is about to retort when a glowing crystal disrupts, "Toga! It's about fucking time."

"We haven't had it easy! We are being hunted by giants!" She snaps.

"I'm alive, by the way!" Adam shouts in the background, sounding winded. Shigaraki wanted more information about what the hell was going on when some smug bastard interjected.

"Greetings, Mothmen! You are speaking to the grand commander of the Magical Liberation Army. MLA for short," an unknown person says.  Fuck!  He should have listened to his mate. His little human knew about these fools.

"Let's guess. Same astral wizard," Shigaraki rasps in annoyance. There was a pause before he continued.

"You heard of us?" MLA commander asks sweetly.

"My mate has told me," he growls. Another pause, this one radiating contempt over the crystal.

"So, the rumors are true. You stole a human female," was the stern response.

"What you care? She magical only for me. All my little humans are happy. Thought we were going to get along. Why start with us?" he hisses.

"You have been bringing down our reputation the second you started riding on your coattails," MLA Commander accuses.

"Excuse you?" Shigaraki questions. You have used this term with him often enough. He knows it's the right tone for his indignation and ire.

"Three years ago, we set off our propaganda campaign. The recruits you used in your first attack against the Order were ours. You have failed. We have an army of over a hundred thousand, but it would have been bigger had you stayed hidden in the shadows like the monsters you are. Then you commit the crime of stealing defenseless humans! We have the traitor that sold them to you. He has not been too cooperative, but he has made it so we can locate you!" The MLA commander shouts. Both Dabi and Shigaraki laugh.

"Defenseless. Not know, mate. Regardless, you no there for them. We were. Humans love us. You commit worser crime! Now have to say Mate was right! Do you know how long mates hold onto being right?" Shigaraki asks. But it's Dabi who answers. 

"Answer is forever," Dabi snarls. He can only imagine what Lyra will be like hearing this.

"Answer is forever! Would know if weren't virgin! You want to beef. You come to farm village. We wait for you," He hisses. Dabi nodded, chittering about how Lyra will bitch and throw this in his face about it for years.

"We will," the MLA commander said before cutting off.

"Shigaraki! We have been running for days trying to lose them, and we can't. What should we do?" Toga's voice cut in.

"I can't get ahold of Kurogiri. They must be preventing that connection," Spinner added. Shigaraki is going to tear the MLA to pieces for this. His little human will be a pissy brat. I told you so. Why didn't you listen? You never listen, Shiggy! He can hear it all now. Fuckers, he promised you he would be gone only a day. Even if he flew at top speed, he wouldn't be back by dawn. A wicked idea occurs to him.

"Toga, come to Ur's village. Bring the giants with you," he instructs.

"We're about to turn this into a massacre," Dabi smirks.

"Well, guess we get to see how fortified the new hive is," Spinner declares with little enthusiasm.

"Yes, let's go see what is in the armory," Shigaraki says, taking flight and heading to the new hive, "Did I tell you guys my sweet little mate is having triplets!" He brags. Dabi snarls, suggesting that he is a liar, while Spinner's mouth drops open.

"How?" Spinner asks.

"Heard three different vibrations today. I have so many little grubs I should expand my nursey," he grins.

You stare at the finger for a long moment. It is a pinky with a ring on it. Your first thought is that a pinky never needs a ring. Lifting it, you see it has a familiar sigil on the gaudy gold ring. You drop it back in the box to read the presumed threat that came with it. It was short and sweet.

TO: Tomura Shigaraki king of the Mothmen

FROM: Magical Liberation Army

Fucking perfect, you think. You recognize the sigil. It's the one that was on the header of the paper your sister used when she wrote you. Giran's. Means your Shiggy flew headlong into a trap. These Mothmen have a bad habit of thinking they are perfect and live in an impenetrable fortress.

"Kurogiri!" you shout for the homunculus until he arrives. Talking slowly in hopes Kurogiri will understand you, you ask to speak to Shigaraki. He tries for you but nothing. This is so bad; the grubs squirm a little.

"What is going on?" One of the kids asked a nest sister, protectively shielding them.

"Get back to bed!" you snapped. Whoever it was, they went crying back to their room. From the sound of it, they were one of your little sisters. You rub your temples. Real classy yelling at the babies, you scold yourself. You swear you will make it up to them if you survive.   

"Kurogiri, I need my crown and to see master," you say slowly, showing him the finger in the box.

Kurogiri does as asked immediately. You have the crown next to you on the couch, three of your nest sisters hissing disapproval at you in Master's lounge. You are tempted to get up and look at the titles of the books, but the sisters have three heads firmly planted on your lap to stroke them.

Master walks out with his black mask. You rise to greet him, only to be shoved back down by trilling hissing mothwomen.

"No need. I am so excited to have Shigaraki's mate call on me. According to custom, it is I who should be bowing and scrapping before you," he says, having a seat across from you.

"Well, let's skip that since we are both human, and I'm about to ask for a favor," you say calmly, placing the package on the table between you, "Shigaraki has received a warning from the MLA. Since he has not actually received this warning, they will view his arrival at my village as a challenge. I want to gather our forces and prepare for a possible invasion. However, I am a human female that doesn't know the Mothman language. You have been established here and know the language. Please, Master. I beg for your help."

Master steeples his fingers regarding you. You know you shouldn't be in a hurry. There is nothing that says you are going to be attacked, but your stress is mounting, and the grubs feel like they are fighting like cats in you. Master looks to Kurogiri and says something to him in Moth.

"I instructed him to get you the special tea. It will relax you and the grubs," he says.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you," you say. Master chortles. Chortles at you. If you could slap a man, Master would be right at the top of the list.

"You sound so surprised. I can be very nice. Yes, I will help you. In return, you will spend a few hours every weekend with me," he says. Your fear heightens, and your sister threatens at your feet. They are scared but still willing to die for you.

"Master…I am honored, but it would not be appropriate. Shigaraki would not hear of it. As is, I'm sure I will be punished and called paranoid by my mate," you say quickly. It's the things you don't say. I'm terrified of you. What will you do to me and the grubs in that time?    

"Nonsense. It's just human company. I have been bored without some conversation with a pretty young woman. I only require you to talk and have tea with me. Tomura can accompany you, of course. He will not call you paranoid. You will request the aid of the most powerful holders of premonition, which is Nessa and her lot. All of whom have pledged their alliance to you," Kurogiri hands you tea, done the way you like it, and you flick a thank you to him. He hands Master some tea, and he thanks him while continuing. Always time for manners. Master has your undivided attention.

"You are right. Females hold little power even after Tomura's changes. However, there are two things all of them respect. Strength and power. Sometimes they are two different things. You hold most of the power while he is here and all of it when Tomura is away." He says.

That surprised you. You never thought of strength and power being two different things. It was really so basic you are surprised at yourself. Even then, you hate how Shiggy has made your world so small you have to deal with this man. If he allowed you to learn Mothman you could wield some of this power you have.

"I look forward to our weekend conversations," you agree. The tea is warm. The second it hits your belly, you feel a warm vibration in your core. Master knew how to treat a woman. Shiggy won't let you have any fun lately. A terrible thought ran through your head. Of course, you want Shiggy with you on any visit. He is so much more feral in the bedroom when he is jealous.

"I see the tea has kicked in. Then let us proceed," he says, holding out his hand. The sisters snarl and threaten in fear. You finish the last of your tea and look at his hand.

"I am so sorry, Master. I am naïve. The sisters are telling me one thing while I want to make Master happy," you say. The truth is your skin crawls at the idea of touching him.

"I will forgive if you call me AFO from now on," he says.

"Yes, AFO-san," you say. You remember laying in the nest talking of the Master. Shiggy was on the edge of whipping you over the subject. He snarled at you to never see him again. But if you ever do, be on your absolute best behavior. He gripped your face harshly and snarled. Immediately afterward he had cooed and hummed to the grubs. Avoiding your hurt features the rest of the night.

"Aren't you just the sweetest little treat," Master breathed, attempting to stroke your cheek when your nest sisters gave him an overbearing hiss. Fuck, you love them so much. You've never been more grateful for your new family. He beckons you to walk through the warp gate first. When you do, you are at the harem, surrounded by chitters, Mothwomen rubbing your belly and humming. This is so embarrassing.

Explaining the situation for the third time, the mothmen with the upper and the Elites, and the heads of the human construction and blacksmiths. Not all of them are human but most are.

"We don't need no mumbo jumbo. Little Ur says rebuild and fortify the entrance wall, then that is what we shall do," Mr. Duskin says.

"Oh, Mr. Duskin," you are saying when you start crying. Oh gods, again, how embarrassing.

"Now, no need for the waterworks. The baby fog I hear," he whispers, shouts to the others. Everybody seems to know, "Your papa used to brag about how smart you were. So smart you were lazy. Hell, I remember the day he brought you in and proved it. You told six stories in a row. He got a whole round of drinks from us. You don't worry 'bout nuthin little Ur," he said, walking off with pride. Oh no, you remember that day. How mortifying. These Mothmen are educated. The fact you can read makes you a high-level intellect in your village. After meeting Lyra, you are more humbled now.

The Mothmen did not find this amusing or cute.

"Why? Why are you doing as the female asks without proof? Because she can tell stories?" Master translated for the Warlord Zenru. The intensity in the room amped up when Mr. Duskin whirled on him.

"I guess humans are humane. In the dick measuring contest, we win while you don't measure up. When the queen says, hop to it, our love, our patriotism, our loyalty is without question!" Mr. Duskin made a cum throwing motion and walked off with the entire human and Mothman workforce.

"Zenru-san, I understand there are processes and rituals to go through. Our village has been through a lot together that is why they trust me," you say. He gives you a single curt nod and you flick him a thank you. Nessa and the others go through the gestures of predicting the future. When they tell you a fight is coming, your gut sinks. You did not want to be right. This is terrifying. They are going to attack during daylight. Not knowing how many humans are at the hive, it makes perfect sense.

It is decided a human squad for the daylight will be developed, during a night, a division of Mothmen and night creatures. It is the human's job to keep the MLA back until nightfall. After the that, your role was in discussion, and that was decided for you too. You had to pull weight to be notified when the enemy was at the gate. Your nerves are fried from that. Experience. Just remembering it makes you queasy.

"All the human females, along with the children, will be in the most fortified part of the hive. I cannot stress this enough. None of them can escape the hive," you say. The Mothmen stare at you in doubt, but you stiffen your spine and lecture them as you would silly children that can't see the obvious. You sigh, "If even one of the women escapes and reveals our secret military plans, all elements of surprise disappear. As my mate would say, regardless, whether they know about our military plans is moot. The Order will investigate a hive that has this many stolen humans. On another note, we can not allow a single member of the MLA to leave here."

"How they do not know already is quite a feat. King Shigaraki is masterful at restricting information. We agree with the King's request. However, we question your human plans. You want us to slaughter your fellow humans for you? Is that because your kind is too weak?" Zenru asks.

There it was. It's not just that he doubts the humans. You just watched Mr. Duskin de-face the mothmen, and it was quite rude and crude, tit-for-tat. You are fair. But he just gave credit for your proclamation to Shigaraki. We agree? 'They have no respect for you. You are just a slit. If they are not sticking their cock in you, then you are nothing. What kind of queen gets talked down to by their helpers,' You can hear Maude mocking you.

You don't want to deal with this. Shiggy brushed you off, and now you have to deal with this jerk treating you like a lesser. You are going to give Shiggy a piece of your mind when he gets back. You have been humiliated. Your mansion and school burned down.

You have worked harder than you have in your entire life to prepare and keep the entire hive safe as possible. And the man whose job it is to work with you is doubting and insulting all of that. The piles of stress have gotten to you now that this man pissed you off. And this crown is fucking heavy!  You snap mentally.

"They are not my fellows, MLA are not my people. You and the rest of the hive members are. This is my family. Are you having doubts about the human's ability to protect our family?" you challenge.

"Yes. You are a bunch of farmers," he snorts. You give him a coy smile.

"Shigaraki told me once that Mothmen don't farm. They take and fuck. It's what your good at," The Mothmen in the room preened and fluffed in pride, "You know what farmers are good at?"  

"What, little human?" Zenru asked with genuine curiosity by all the twitches and wing flickers. The females tense. You have spent enough time around them; they know about your moods.  

"We grow and reap," you say, flipping the heavy table. Pinning the Mothmen underneath. The Females took advantage and pressed their weight down on the table. Laughing at the males that lay there with a stupid look of surprise on their faces, "This female has brought you to your knees with a table. This female is your queen. Remember that next time you talk down to little humans. I expect to be notified when the enemy is at the gate. Come, sisters. Let them lick their pride."

AFO  translated your orders as you left, leaving the details to the professionals. Once out of sight, you puked. That was crazy. The table was heavy. How did you even flip it? You were just that mad. What the hell is wrong with you lately?  You wonder. The Sisters and harem women seem immensely proud as they comfort you. AFO has Kurogiri send the women back. A Nomu lifts you to carry you back to your nest. Only you are not back at your nest.

"Zenru ordered you remain with us in the safest bunker in the hive. It appears your family, along with the doctor, will be in our care until Tomura returns. You will be guarded by nest sisters and Nomu like the ruler you displayed yourself to be. Zenru said and I quote, "Keep the fierce little queen safe. We will need her to grow and reap." Zenru seems impressed. Tomura would be extremely proud after he scolds you for upsetting your grubs. Tsk. Have no fear. We will take excellent care of you. After all, we are all family," Master says with a smile in his voice. You have the Nomu set you down.

"Master, I must ask another favor. I need Lyra close to us. If the MLA manage to somehow get to the bunker…… before they can….they spend weeks torturing….before the MLA can hang us, drown us, burn us alive in a public square. Kill the kids and Lyra," you say. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Tears spilled again.   

"Call me AFO. I raised Tomura like my own. I insist, sweet Shigaraki's mate. The MLA. How tacky. Where will you be?" He asks. You gave him a steely side look.

"I'll pretend I don't know what that means. Do not stress. It upsets the grubs. I will kill them before they can touch us. I can't wait to meet Dabi's mate. I've heard the worst things about her. How exciting," AFO says. He sounds like he's smiling behind that mask too much, you think.

"Kill her if she tries to escape and watch her around Kurogiri. Please AFO-san. She has the kind of information that could ruin Shiggy's plans," you tell him while you are alone.

How cute. Shiggy, hmmm? AFO considers the nickname as the warp gate opens.

This place almost looks like Master's place near your nest except bigger, with a playroom filled with old toys and drawings on the wall. The Nomu sets you on the couch as the kids come in through the warp gate. They freeze when they see AFO. You encourage Shoto and John to usher them into the playroom while the adults have tea with the Master. Most of the nest sisters join them. While your big three remain with you.

Lyra is trembling. Sitting closer to you with every pleasant word that is exchanged. If she could crawl into you, you think she would. Clutching her book, you can see the whites of her eyes and knuckles. Your poor Lyra. A part of you feels like a traitor, but your family and Shiggy come first. You put your arm around her and pull her close. You can't have her trying to escape.

"Lyra? Can you and AFO-san teach me a few words of Mothmen?" you ask sweetly. Lyra can't help but show off her book. After a few critiques of her layout, Lyra eases up and acts like her old self.

"Really Ur, what do you know about creating books," she pouted.

"In truth, not much. But I have read plenty of books, and this is a notebook more than a real book. It's a scrambled mess. But the phonetics are quite amazing," you gush.

"How dare you? You think I'm a bumpkin that will forget the massive insult as long as you toss in a basic compliment," Lyra grumps.

"AFO-san, am I pronouncing this right?" you ask. It goes on like this for a while until everyone is exhausted. Lyra and Shoto are carefully separated from you. Even in the same room, you are not allowed to have a real conversation. You visit the kids. You are sure Jan is the one you yelled at. She is so excited about crayons, so you encourage her to draw you a picture while you apologize.

"I love you, big sister. We will behave, we promised," Jan sniffles. Shigaraki was right. Life is short and miserable. Why are you so hard on them? You tell her not to worry about it that she can be a pretty great little sister, and sometimes to survive behaving makes it harder. 

"I can't replace your mother. She was a very nice lady, and I don't think I have it in me to be that nice. But as long as you keep taking your lessons and help your family, I will try to be the best big sister ever," you tell her. Mabel and Jan pounce on you with hugs. Mabel is sneaky, scary quiet.

You look at some of the drawings on the wall. A little mothboy is ripping apart a family. Three members of the Order are in the background. You add this one to your robes. You and Shiggy should get to know each other better. His past looks worse than yours. At least you had Maude. You sigh. You don't want to accept AFO, but at least Shiggy had him.

A night passes. You relax and play with the kids. Teasing John about his latest hairstyle. He growls that all the mothmen are wearing it like this, letting it grow out messy and long like Shigaraki. Peter sings to your grubs while you read Maude's letter. It is pleasant and vague. You knew before you finished this was not written by Maude. None of her markers are there. Adam insisted on it. You keep this to yourself when Jan runs up to you.

"Look, big sister. I drew our family. This one has new big brother in it!" Jan exclaims. You smile, she calls Shiggy big brother, then you flip the drawing. Seeing there is writing on the other side.

"Jan, where did you get this paper?" you asked.

"Adam said I should hold onto Maude's letter cuz I am big brother's favorite. Then he said I should give it if we didn't hear from him. I can't remember for how long he said, though. But I figured since we got the letter from Maude and I needed more paper. I could use it. Big sister, you are shaking? Are you mad at me?" Jan sulks.

Ignoring Jan's long-winded explanation, you read the letter, your rage mounting with each sentence.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," you mutter.

"Who are you going to kill? I don't think I ever heard you use a bad word," Jan asks, looking confused. You look up and do as Maude has taught you. Slapping on a smile and hugging her tight.

"All the bad people. I'm going to kill all the bad people that try to hurt us. I love you, Jan. Thank you for the picture. I love it. I'm going to keep it right here with Big sissy's other letter and big brother's drawing," you say with a huge grin.

You must calm down. This is upsetting your babies; the ones in this room are getting nervous, and the ones in you. You can feel them crying. Be a good mommy. You need to be rational and think. Your heart feels torn in two as your mind spins in blinding fury. You tell them you need to lay down. Peter asks if you need another song. You shake your head.

Can you kill your Shiggy? He has given and taken so much from you. What if you're wrong? The part of you that snaps. That hates deep in your soul screams that you know the truth. Shigaraki killed your Maude. The only mommy you can remember, and he took away her love. You will never feel it again. You can never earn her approval. Never prove that you are special. Tears and blood drip from you in silent rage. Jaw painfully clenched, your teeth ooze blood. You have no idea how long you have been like this when AFO enters.  

"Shigaraki's mate, the MLA are at the gates," AFO says.

"Good. I feel like killing," you growl, putting on your crown.

Chapter 19

[Writers notes:

This was such a precious piece of art for me that I am really proud of. Do you feel it? The roller coaster of drama clicking up that steep hill prior to that dark tunnel. My heart is pounding at this stretch. Can you kill your Shiggy? Can you forgive? What will you do next?

I appreciate the love and understanding. It has been rough couple of weeks. Some of my time is freeing up so if anyone has a request for a new chapter or a kink, now is the time carpe them deim's (to ask). I thrive on comments but I get if your shy. I will always be grateful for love or emoji's.]

Chapter 19

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