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All knights and day must die! Ch 23

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.

Warning: Possessive Mothman Shigaraki, fluffy smuts, preggy kink, death threats, lactation kink, cussing, 10k

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Shigaraki is keeping secrets and playing too much while the delegate from the butterfly clan are visiting. Much to your surprise there are several other visitors as well. You demand to see your brother before he takes off with Dabi and Yoon on a special mission. Imogene has something to show Shigaraki that will send him spiraling for a bit! With enemies like these, who needs friends.

Ch 22

Chapter 23

"Eat more," Shigaraki insisted.

Shoving more of the strange food you persisted on eating in your face. Boiled turnip sandwiched between an entire loaf, slathered in butter, and roasted garlic. A massive chunk of slow-roasted human rump for the grubs. The thought of chewing this thing makes him shudder, but you claim the grubs crave it. He is dubious.

You took another bite and hummed, apparently amused with using your stomach as a table, then giggling when the grubs kicked it off. Your laughter is music to his ears. Shiggy's claws prickle your scalp, the strands flowing like water as he plays with your hair. He is growing hard under your ass.

He can't make you love him, but he can make you sit in his lap. He embraces, fondles, and chirps the way that used to please you. Today you look at him with distrust and trouble in your one eye. You are still Refusing to remove your eyepatch. Considering the wall between you, he allows it for now.

"What is wrong, my little butterfly? Are you not pleased?" Shigaraki questions, trying to temp you to take another bite.

"The convoy is coming today. I heard they are gorgeous. I am envious. I'm so round and big," you fret. He snorts in revulsion. Bring the sandwich close but just out of reach.

"Don't be foolish. You are ravishing. They are painted jesters. Their only value is their connection to the others," he reassures. Only to have his hand and head nearly bitten clean off. He glimpses down at you to see you devouring the sandwich and glaring at him, "What is that face for?"

"I'm starving, and you are teasing. Saying things you think will make me happy," you mumble around mouthfuls of sandwich. He sighs. It is tiring arguing with you. He won't. He will love you and heal as you have ordered him to.

"Regardless, remember what I taught you. You are no one to be walked on," he rasped. You held up the remaining sandwich for him. He twitched with anxiety.

"Take a bite," you smile at him. He cannot resist, so he quickly eats what you offer. The flavor wasn't bad. However, his gut is already protesting.

"See, it's good," you beam.

"It is good. But we have discovered the grain in your food makes us ill. Halflings appear to be fine," he swallows. Your eyes widen in concern.

"And you still ate it, why?" you asked, your unease deepening.

"Because my lifemate wanted it of me," he answers. You suddenly kiss him, causing him to wince and chirp in surprise. He quickly tries to keep you there for a more intimate kiss, only to have you pull away with a sad expression.

"Whenever I open my soul to you, it causes me pain. I can't trust you anymore. Please stop playing with my heart," you plead, looking away from him. He forcefully turns your face to look at him with a harsh grip.

"Our heart and soul are one. I would never play with you. You are too important to me and the hive. You will love me again. We will start over when the grubs are born, and the war has ended. Then there will be no secrets between us," he states. Your arms lift and wrap around him. He was confused that you ever loved him in the first place. Now he is just grateful you are staying with him so he can at least attempt to get that moment back.

"Then why have I not been able to see Adam?"

"What of Imogene?"

"What of her? Don't change the subject. I want to see my big brother," you pout. He holds you close and inhales the fresh scent of your washed hair.

"They were kept from you because you ordered them to be kept from you. I understand that you were troubled that I would hurt them to punish you. I have continued to allow them time to adjust. They might be angry at you for losing the children. I wanted to know how you wanted to handle your family. If you wish to see them after the meeting, it will be done. I am marrying your sister to Re-Destro to keep them in line. She seems fine with the arrangement. I have a surprise for you," he kisses. Opening the door, the nest sisters ran in to tackle and rub all over you lightly.

His sweet mate finally has her nest sisters back. They chittered and talked all at once. It is the first time you have been able to speak to them. It was overwhelming. You never realized that they had a pecking order of their own. They had been taken from a lessers family as grubs and raised to be pets. They were given a place of honor by sacrificing their wings as infants. They didn't have names, that this was the only life they have ever known, and you dread to be dismissed by you twisting in the unknown.

"Please, monarch. Who is your favorite!" They begged at once. You remember Toga telling you it would be cruel not to take responsibility for your actions when you killed your competition in the harem. You are going to stop this practice. You point to the overly protective one with her missing hand.

"Ybarra, she is my favorite. I'm going to give all of you names to know that I hold you all dear to my heart," you praise. The wingless females wail in pure happiness. Shigaraki shakes his head. You are so soft to hardened protectors/nest warmers. No wonder they dared to attack Master. You just created devoted followers that will die for you.

Yoon had been spouting nonsense about the face of the mother moon. There must be a piece of the story you have been leaving out. You are being worshiped like a goddess. Whispers that you are his fated mate and the one to bring about a new era. He would not mind except as a frail human that puts a target directly on you for assassination or a scapegoat for any shortcomings in the kingdom.

He regrets not making the fucking sister a false queen and using her as a decoy. Fuck! He will not waste the other sister's potential. He is plotting while the seven sisters help you and him dressed. Today it is red and white matching kimonos. You have an addition of a fur-lined cloak large enough to hide the sisters, with a pattern to match his wings, only in red and with a white print. The kimono underneath has white rabbits and red foxes running and chasing, matching your eye patch. You look bloody and dangerous.

You are stunning as he carries you to the throne room, your sisters traveling on all fours under the cloak trailing behind them. You have too many. Most females only have four at most. But he doubts he can get you to dismiss some. Silly mate doesn't know that the favorite get special privileges, and you just had to choose the crazy one. It's his fault for leaving you ignorant of these things.

He gently places you on your pile of skulls next to him. Zenru, along with the royal Elites, are there. However, it is hard to see all of them with your patch on. Yoon enters with a screeching grub he is holding from him by the leg.

"Yoon! What the hell are you doing?" You growled at him.

"Honestly, I have no idea. The females raise the young. It won't stop crying," Yoon said casually.

"Then snap its neck and be done with it. It's upsetting our monarch," Ybarra snarled.

"Whoa, scary," Yoon grinned at her. You growl and rub your temples.

"Don't do that. Just hand me the Yoosung," You order.

Ybarra snatches the grub and brings it to you. The Yoosung clutched at you, rooting desperately. You pushed your robes aside, and he latched on, suckling harder than Shigaraki. The poor boy is starving.

"Hey, what are you doing now? That's my milk. Don't share it with that little motherless bastard," Shigaraki hissed.

"Quit it. You are an adult, and this is the grub of one of my protectors. Yoon saved my life and kept me safe. His wives are dead because we didn't fix the waste issue. This is the least I can do," you hiss back. A murmur ripples through the Elites. Shigaraki shakes his head in dissent. This might help with what he has arranged next.

"That's his job. Let him take care of it. We are not as attached to grubs as humans are. But if this pleases you, I will allow it," Shigaraki gravels. You look more like the moon mother to the others now, he considers, when the stupid butterfly emissary enters.

She is pretty and waif-like. She appears to dance in the room. Her wings are beautiful orange painted glass. Her green silken dress looked like leaves. It is highly eleven-influenced, and you feel a little envious. She eyes you with disapproval before bowing. She flicks and twitches.

"Your highness, I am Windy. I bring greetings and well wishes from the butterfly clan. I have brought gifts and goodwill-" Windy said when you interrupted.

"Stop flirting with my mate!"

The woman froze in wide-eyed surprise, gawking at you like a slack-jawed idiot.

"I am very good at reading body language, and you are trying to seduce my lifemate right in front of me. Like a base whore!" You shout, making Yoosung squirm.

You move him to your other breast, stroking over his head down his furry back until he purred. Like this, he did look more like a grub with a human face, noticing all his limbs are the same length.

It is about the most adorable thing you have ever held in your arms aside from your siblings. You will have to ask Shiggy if all grubs start like this. The flustered woman regained her composure.

"Madam, I assure you I was not," She was blustering.

"I am the Queen of this hive and the one who invited you. The king has no interest in you, sexually or otherwise," you indicated to Shigaraki, who was bored until you got jealous. He watched you with rapt attention, antennae standing on end with growing excitement and wondering what you will say next. But this wasn't about him as much as it was about the blatant disrespect bitch is showing you. You continued ignoring Shigaraki, "I can assure you that if you continue to insult my intelligence and lie, I will treat you like I have treated my other rivals."

The atmosphere in the room became heavy and dark as your sisters, and the elites became excited. Everyone in the hive knows what that means. Windy quivered as the males shifted to ready themselves to kill her escorts should they try to interfere. She was more stoic than you thought because she straightened her back to you.

"What was that exactly?" Windy asked with a slight tremble in her voice.

You point to the walls. Shigaraki had them brought over as a reminder that you loved him. The wings of the harem girls you killed tastefully lined the walls.

"Can I have her heart?" Ybarra asked. Boy, they have a lot of faith in your abilities. Maybe you could rip this one apart. She looked frail as she lightly trembled and visibly paled. Windy bowed deeply.

"I am a fool. We had heard that Shigaraki had taken a mate, but we had assumed that you are a wingless, not a human. My ignorance is no excuse for my rude behavior, your highness. Allow me to add to the arrangement," Windy stated humbly.

"No."

She winced. Windy was not expecting you to refuse her offer. She started to stutter and jabber in fear. Fuck! It was getting Shigaraki hard. You are being so cold to a skank butterface because you are jealous. You want him all to yourself. Each cruel passing second will make him want to rut in you that much harder.

"No. As you said, you have no excuse for being rude to me. It reminded me too much of the Order members. So, what will happen now is you will get three other factions of the daylight beasts to join us. Or I will send Zenru to fetch your heart for my Ybarra and your wings for my wall," you said gently.

Yoosung had fallen asleep, his limp body twitching sporadically. His little mouth was slack, still trying to suckle. You lovingly run a finger over his little antennae. He made a tiny chirp. It clutched at your heart as all four of his chubby hands clutched at your chest. Oh no, you had just fallen in love with another man's grub.

"You are evil," the trembling Windy whined. Yoon's reaction was instant, and if Shigaraki wasn't fast enough and Zenru wasn't strong enough, Windy would have been cut into pieces. The escorts pulled Windy behind them. They rightfully smelled of fear.

"How dare you say that of our Queen. Look at how she cares for us. We are not her kind, but she loves my motherless grub. I curse thee. Another foul word slips from your lips about my Queen. I will hunt down your family," Yoon seethed. It was good for Windy that Shigaraki is fast and Zenru is strong.

"I agree with my Grand Admiral. However, he is being overzealous. Your Queen has tasked this female. If she fails, then you can have your fun. You have three weeks, Windy," Shigaraki graveled.

Her eyes darted from the angry four-armed one being restrained to the scarred king, to you, the one-eyed Queen fretting over another man's baby.

Windy wonders what the hell has been going on at this hive. She was sent because Mothmen are simple deviant creatures that would do anything for the suggestion of mating. She is a professional at seduction. Not negotiation. Shigaraki ordered Yoon back, annoyed he had to move from your side. Yoon followed the orders but gave Windy a death stare. Shigaraki returned to you.

The aberrant hive expanded its territory, which is why they considered the proposition with such a lowly reputation hive. They are sexual deviant savages that can be manipulated into anything with a few flutters. So why had things turned on her? That is how it had been in the past. That is why her lord sent her here. They did not know they had clothed themselves and had human females for relief. This wasn't fair. She pities herself but does see how soft-hearted you are and has a sliver of hope.

"Lords!"

"Shhhhh," you hissed at her. Yoosung had shifted and twisted his face.

"My lords. If I find two more factions, could we agree to the original outline?" Windy plead.

"No. I was willing to guarantee you three hundred males seed. Now you will only have trading. You will have to seek mates like others. Like commoners," You stated. The little butterface bitch looked crushed. Shigaraki is so proud of his mate.

"I will take over now. You have done well. You should give Yoon his grub back," Shigaraki says gently.

"No one can have my grub!" Gently or not, you hissed at him like a viper. The look on your face was murderous. It plucked at Shigaraki's heart strings. Not just his heart, there was an embarrassing chorus of chirps that brought you back.

"Oh," you said quietly, your face falling into sadness, "Of course, here, Yoon." You hold Yoosung out to him with shaking hands. Yoon took him back. Shigaraki addressed Windy.

"You heard my mate. She has decreed it so. We are not savages. Come, break fast with us in the banquet hall. We will be there shortly. The Queen needs to nap. Hope you like turnips," he graveled, lifting to take you away. Tears streaked your face as you waved to Yoosung. He was reaching for you, his face twisting in anguish as he started to wail. Yoon is holding him out like a feral cat he didn't want to touch. It hurt. You asked Ybarra to help Yoon.

"You don't hold a grub like that, you deadbeat!" You could hear her screeching at him. Shigaraki laps at your tears.

"Why so many tears?"

"I love Yoosung," you cry.

"He's not your responsibility. Sisters, guard the nest," he ordered them.

You cried harder as he laid you in the nest. It was killing his desire. He needs to get you calmed or angry quick if he wants to keep his momentum going.

"There, there, those mommy hormones are really doing a number on you. I will talk to Yoon to see if you can watch him while he is on the mission. But he is not your grub, so I insist the sisters must help. Yoon has the right to refuse your help. Does that make you feel a little better?" He asked.

He suspected Yoon wouldn't refuse. Yoon is still old-fashioned. He doubts Yoon feels much more than annoyance towards the child. His people hold little value in offspring. Humans have been changing things, changing their feelings towards the grubs.

His claws delicately toy with your strands as his fingers stroke. You look up at him and nod timidly. Oh, that submissive coy look was riling him, like you needed him.

"I'm hungry. Why did you bring me back to the nest?" You asked softly.

"It seemed like you needed a break from the slut who was drooling for me. I suppose I should go back and keep Windy company," he said casually.

Immediately you gave him a dirty look. There are advantages and disadvantages to the babel spell. The best benefit is that he can get your attention without thinking of the word.

"What's that look for? Are you jealous?" He teases.

"Yes! You are possessive then so am I. I don't want to share you. At least not with someone I don't know or like. Are you trying to leave me? Are you trying to make a bigger harem? Are you sleeping with them?"

Shigaraki also likes when he can speak clearly. You catch on quicker too. This went the opposite direction that he wanted. He laughed at your questions. He couldn't help himself.

"Someone has been bending your ear. When I created the harem, it was an excuse to steal their elites, that is all," he growls, kissing and rubbing your belly that has grown plump with his brood.

Today was perfection. Even his enemies at other hives have been reaching out to him and pleading to pay him respect and to become allies because they have heard he has a fated mate.

One that is touched and chosen by the goddess herself. That motherly display, combined with your swelling belly and how you handled Windy, will save the entire race. Not that he cared about that as much as the power he will gain. He snarled and became very domineering.

"I would never sleep with any of them, or any of the whores, because you are mine. I will never share you with another male. My beautiful perfection. All mine. I don't even want to share with the grubs, but if it pleases you. If it opens you up to take my cock then I will allow it," he growled, licking and nipping at your neck.

You blush on the verge of tears. You have been crying a lot lately. Randomly sadness will wash over you in a wave. You can't even tell why. You aggressively pull his face to yours, kissing him roughly.

"How could I not be worried? You are handsome and a king. They are all after you while I'm fat and weak," you wept between demanding kisses. You pull away to see he has turned bright red, covering his mouth to stop the embarrassing chirps you are pulling from him with your sweet words. His heart is beating so fast that his chest aches. His throbbing cock needs to be in you. You meant it. Every honied word you spouted at him. He gently shoves you down. Lifting the pile of cloth so he can get at your sex.

"Ah, w-what are you doing?" You ask, squirming in surprise.

"I'm going to lap at your honey until you are ready to accept my cock," he says.

"No! I'm too fat for that. I'm wet enough," you whine. Something about you calling yourself fat pisses him off. He will examine it after the beast that uncoiled in him and demanded to claim and mark. They both know what is happening next, and he is sincere when he says no other can have you.

He is aggressive and quick when he rolls you to the side and yanks up your robes. You are getting large. This is the easiest way to convince you since you have become self-conscious. You catch him by the hair and yank hard. Opening yourself up to him after stubbornly withholding your love and attention from him. He felt starved, too hungry for you.

"You have to make this quick. No knotting. We should be eating with our guests," you pant. He agrees. You are right, and he hates it. It doesn't matter. He can't last long with how needy and desperate you look. The expression on your face is begging him to take you. Next time he will eat your pussy until you scream his name. His new larger bicep is her pillow.

He can't hold back excitement sparking in him to be in you when you are behaving so willing. You painfully grip his ruff and order him to fuck you hard. Why are you so cruel? You know he is weak, yet you torture him every time. How is he to do what you ordered when his grubs are wiggling in you? He knows how shy you have gotten since the pregnancy. Moving aside the fabric, he lifted your leg, holding you open for him by the crook of your knee, when he prodded your wet entrance. Your tongue is massaging and dancing with his.

Your mouth seals against his. A sweet throaty moan escapes you. He can feel your little hole drooling over his head. He could smell and taste your arousal. You wanted him. He thrusted part way before your muscly walls stopped him. You push away his hand and adjust your hips to accommodate him better with a whimper.

Your eyes squeezed tight as you helped push back onto his length. His claws traced your hip before gripping and rocking against you. He braced your jaw for a deeper kiss. You are being so lustful he can't resist tasting and feeling you. He has to strain and contort himself since he is so much bigger. Your bodies don't align just right.

"Shiggyyyy," you whined in his mouth. He hissed. The cute little noises you made with your velvety pussy clenching at him was driving his instincts wild. Pulling on this rough harder. Panting in tandem as pleasure gathers in the center of your cores. Your aching cunt kept encouraging him to sink deeper.

"Naughty mate," he groaned. Shigaraki's lean stomach became taught. Wings made his entire body tremble against your back, a vibration you felt in your middle and radiate out to every inch of your body, "Stop….being….so….agressssssive. I could hurt you. It's too hard to maintain, uh-ah, control, ah, like thissssss," he husked deeply. You twist your grip. Your eyes are defiant.

"I was a virgin when we met. I learned from you," you growl back. You are such a bad girl. He is going to teach you so many harsh lessons later. A fierce need building, about to burst through the damn of his resolve. Pulling his mouth away to gasp for air. He is drooling around his clicking teeth. Face contorted in pain, begging for relief.

"I miss your little nails digging in my flesh," he snarls. Bucking his hips harder to create a lewd slapping sound. He felt you tighten for him. Your pussy is gushing, soaking his thighs and fur. The arm you are bracing up on sudden tenses. You are clutching the pillow, your fingers digging deep, nails tearing through the fabric.

"Good girl," he rasps. That was all you needed to climax. You cried out, lunging up and catching his lower lip and biting. Blood floods his mouth. The damn breaks. White hot pleasure rips through him, and he is desperately gripping his slippery cock to prevent the knot from going in. It's a mental and physical struggle.

Rumbling purrs vibrate his chest as hot spurts of cum fill you. You can feel his tip pulse with his heartbeat as he twitches and flutters uncontrollably. He can't stop moving. The ecstasy is overwhelming. His instincts take over and thrust his knot threatened at your entrance. Your pussy is still firmly gripping him and milking him of every drop.

You release to yelp when his knot splits you too wide and enters slightly. He pulls back out a bit, not entirely, though. This is his favorite part. In bliss as one. You slump limply, chest jiggling from his quivering body. He growls and coos, checking on the grubs. They kick but don't speak. They must be sleeping. It will be soon.

He relaxes and keens to you. Kissing and sucking at your neck until you squealed to wriggle away from him. You are happy. The grubs are resting peacefully. This moment was a cool glass of water after walking days through the desert.

"I love you, my sweet lifemate," he rasped. You kissed him and pressed your forehead to his. It hurts a little that you have not repeated the words back after the fight. But this was obvious progress. He will take it happily. He makes you giggle as he nuzzles and coos.

Gasping in heated passion, quickly cooling, your sweet little body is exhausted after the fun you both had. He cleaned you up a little with a towel but not enough to erase his scent all over you. He helps neaten out your outfit. You are in a blissful daze when he suddenly gives you a cold expression.

"Do not call yourself fat again. Your sister did it to belittle you, and I do not like it. You are a healthy weight for as many grubs you are carrying. I do not want to hear it. You are my beautiful life mate. It hurts to hear such words come from your mouth. Understand?" He asked sternly. You nod your head like his good pouty mate.

He lifts and carries you to the throne room again.

"Come, but do not intervene," he orders the sisters. Nearly running straight into a giddy Yoon and frustrated Dabi.

"I wanted to leave right away, but this bitch wants to see the-," Dabi is saying, pointing to Yoon when Shigaraki cut him off.

"Blessing," Shigaraki hissed.

"What?" you asked in surprise.

"My little Queen is meeting the sacred one. I want to testify. Plus, I desire to eat before we are off, and I shouldn't be left alone with that Windy bitch," Yoon was fluttering. And lying. At least he catches on quick, Shigaraki thinks. When Shigaraki doesn't correct Yoon, Dabi also catches on. Yoon has always been more devoted. He would not pass up this opportunity.

"Of course, don't just take off. I want to say goodbye," you said. They all looked at you curiously. Yoon looked like he was about to faint with excitement at the prospects, wings a flutter, beaming ear to ear. He was the one that convinced the Sacred one to evaluate his little Queen. Now you want to say goodbye to him!

"Yoon, wipe that stupid smirk off your face!" Shigaraki hissed.

"Yes, sire."

"Goodbyes are normally reserved for lovers amongst our kind. Since your brother is joining them, I will allow it. I ask that you remain calm and silent in front of the sacred one. He may touch you and wave things around. He will want to see your eye. I am not religious, but ritual customs dictate that we get a blessing for our grubs in attendance with other hive kings," Shigaraki explains.

"I get to see Adam. I understand why he is going, but I'm gloomy he is leaving again so soon. I wish you had told me about this earlier." You look at him nervously. He coos and reassures you. Yoon and Dabi exchange a look.

He does leave out an important bit. You don't need more stress. The grubs are all you need to concentrate on. Shigaraki sits you on his lap. Feet outstretched like the other times. You whimper because you do not want to have your feet kissed. It's embarrassing. There is a whispering amongst the others.

The man dressed in moss decorated with blooming ethereal white lotuses with a crown of deer antlers. When he removed his hood, you flinched in surprise. He looked more moth-like than the others, with mandibles instead of a mouth, large solid green eyes, with beautiful swallow-tailed chartreuse wings. Three hooked fingers waver over you along with his feelers.

The five Mothmen behind him murmured among themselves. Other than Yoon fidgeting around in excitement like he does when he's about to fight. Your attention goes back to examining the other males in the room, keeping a respectful distance. They all had different styles of dress and paint. The fancy pale one gave you a dirty look, which was fine with you.

The wild four-eyed one with black mohawk hair, brown wings, and fur britches seemed the most interested in what was going on. He was also the more appealing looking of them. Crisscrossed with jagged scars, the ones across his face severe, he was a little shorter than the rest. You had to stop looking away when your eyes met the savage-looking one. He smirked and looked away first. He has some manners at least.

The Sacred one touches your belly, and you wince at the analytical probing. Shigaraki wraps his arms around your chest and nuzzles your neck in comfort. Scared one's large feelers caress all over you, tickling. Shigaraki growls, a warning for you not to giggle. It gets their instincts riled up. You bite your tongue as the tickle torture continues.

"It's ok. He is not going to hurt you," He whispers. The sacred one chitters something at Shigaraki. The room is suddenly busy with more whispering. Shigaraki hugs you tight and chirps in pure joy, "Good job. Very good. The sacred one's language is too complex for the babel spell, but you have done very well. He wants to inspect your eye next."

All this for a baby blessing. But you are part of the clan now. You must adapt and become more Moth-like for your people and Shiggy. Shigaraki gently pulls off the patch to expose your eye. You hold perfectly still while he examines your face at every angle. He says something to Yoon to reply in the same harsh language. When he does, Shigaraki stiffens and becomes agitated.

"You breastfed the whole platoon?" He accused with a sharp low hiss, face twisting in a fury.

"Time of war. I couldn't let the men caring for me die, could I? Don't be mad," You explain, kissing around his eyes. A display Darvish took too much interest in.

"Mphf, I will forget about it. I will not let it taint this moment," he hisses. Why was this coming up? Why was Yoon telling the sacred one such humiliating things? You wondered. As if reading your mind Shigaraki rasps an answer to you, "Testaments of motherhood. They will be royal grubs. Your matriarchy is in question. Yoon's and the display earlier will be enough."

The Sacred one returned to wave crystals over your belly. He makes a rhythmic trill. Suddenly your left eye aches as your night vision is activated. You gasp and reach for your eye patch. Shigaraki holds you still as the Sacred one goes up several octaves, clashing the crystals together and creating sparks.

You cringe in Shiggy's arms until the ritual one is done. Then he puts your patch on for you creating relief. Each of the five males did a little bow and kissed your toes. But of course, the wild one licked them and studied your reaction. You have already gone through this before. He smirked again. Shigaraki strokes your hair cooing praises to you and the grubs.

"Sisters, take your Queen to the banquet hall and be sure she is fed. Don't worry. I will be along shortly, my little butterfly. The blessings are complete. I need to discuss a few things more," Shigaraki graveled to you. You shot him a dirty look. He caught it. He knows all too well you are annoyed with having this sprung on you that you must eat alone with the elites and Windy. He shot a dirty look back.

"It's not like you haven't already fed most of them from your chest. No wonder they are so devoted. Do not wander," he hissed. You harrumphed him and moved to the kitchen instead to your nest sisters' screeching and fretful protests, "Stubborn female."

The sacred one made his announcement, and the throne room broke into a dispute.

"She is a human. A creature of the light!"

"So, we are all children of both!"

"The Sacred one made the decree. There is no point arguing it."

"I could care less. Why should I listen to some old man about some aberrant whore?"

"Say something that stupid about my little queen again!" Yoon was threatening.

"Yoon, that's unnecessary. Put your swords away. We have an agreement with the other hives. We are honorable after all," Shigaraki snarled. Teeth clicking. He also didn't like anyone calling his fated mate a whore.

"Blah, blah, blah, no point in arguing. The Sacred one ruled. She is a fated mate, and the goddesses chosen one. Having a moonbeam is one thing. Retaining her is another. If Shigaraki cannot fulfill the divination, then he is dead, and she is unrestricted. Let me be the first to congratulate you, Shigaraki. I caught her eye. I find her quite attractive and vow to take over the title. As one aberrant hive to another, I challenge the bond if you fail. Anyone wishes to face me?" Darvish, the four-eyed demon announced.

Frankly, Shigaraki hated him. He was arrogant and looked down on their hive even though both had an equally shitty reputation. However, he still liked him better than the other snobs.

"I will face you if that happens," Yoon unsurprisingly threatened. Shigaraki agreed to the terms. He can rest easy if he fails. He has Dabi and Zenru agree to challenge if Yoon should fail, and the other kings come into play.

"Outstanding. If you succeed, however unlikely, I wish to create an alliance through a life bond with a blood tie! A breakfast. Banquet hall. So human. I wish to partake to see how to please my future human mate. Such interesting customs," Darvish talked more to himself.

Two older males wanted arranged marriages with your family or his grubs. The last two who are most likely to try to kill you come from incredibly strong hives. His spies must watch them. He had them temporarily blinded to keep this hive secret. Dabi turned to him shaking his head.

"Still think it's a bad idea," Dabi stated.

"She is already a massive target to the Orders. Now at least the other hives will get involved if something were to happen to her or me. Yoon or Darvish will treat her well," he gravels. Yoon looks pleased as punch.

"I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about keeping secrets from her. She is a spiteful little female. You keep secrets from her. She will keep secrets from you," Dabi stated.

"Oh, that. A necessary evil, I'm afraid. Knowing that you are about to be worshiped like a goddess is too much pressure on her. The grubs are going to be born soon. Good job with your testimonies. Yoon, go fetch Imogene. Oh, and Ur wants to take care of your brat while you are gone," Shigaraki rasps. Yoon fluttered and giggled.

"So, in other words. The little Queen wants to have my baby!" Yoon chuckles and chirps, flying to retrieve Imogene, avoiding Shigaraki's wrathful glare.

"Sure, you can trust that one?"

"I can trust Yoon to be Yoon. He is loyal and doesn't want the throne, and he is one of the few that could've taken it. We are not a good match. Yoon operates in more devious ways. For my mate, he will step up," He rasps.

"I'm going to go and prepare for the journey. My patience is waning, and the desire is burning. Damn Lyra," Dabi says, walking away.

Imogene enters in a huff. Honestly, he has not had a pleasant interaction with her yet. At least Maude endeavored at pretenses. This one is as blunt as Lyra. Maybe he should have given her to Dabi.

"You keep us from my baby sister feels like ill will, your highness. We had an agreement. You have not kept your word. She could die," she states with a bow. At least she has manners, unlike Lyra.

"I have my reasons. I also have some of the best healers and doctors at my beckon. She feels guilt over the loss of the siblings. Blaming herself. I want to know you don't hold any animosity against my delicate life mate?"

"Are we being straightforward?"

"You may speak freely."

"I've always had nothing but love for my baby sister. As far as I'm concerned, the kidnapping of the kids is your fault. You should have set up better protection for her instead of abandoning her defenseless and in the hands of an evil wizard," Imogene hisses. Shigaraki nods.

"I feel the same. That is why this time, I am taking precautions. I am asking for your help. The resemblance between you and my mate is undeniable. I have talked to Adam. He informed me that he had trained you to be a spy. That is more combat understanding than my innocent mate. I wish for you to alter your appearance and become her body double. You were very calm and collected during the fight with the MLA. You were a decoy then. I was very impressed," he praises.

Imogene jolts at that. Shigaraki narrowed his eyes and watched as she appeared to have a debate with herself.

"That wasn't me, but perhaps we can use her. Adam would be angry, and Giran would have a fit," She mumbled.

"Who or what is it?" He asked. She bit her lip and beckoned him to follow.

This must be a nightmare.

The whore that violated him was peacefully sleeping before him, swollen belly with child. He can't breathe! His chest hurts as his mind roars in blinding rage. He feels a sharp sting on his throbbing pulse, a weight on his back, and a deep pain on his scalp. A sharp sting under his throat.

He snaps back to reality as he sees he is pressing a pillow over Maude's face while Imogene screams above him.

"Are you mad!" Imogene screamed, threatening with a knife.

"Yes! I have already suffered for her death!"

"When she thought it was an accident. This will be murder! It won't just be John and Ur. It will be Giran, Adam, and me! Stop it!" Imogene shrieked.

"I can make it look like an accident!" He snarled. It took a while to notice Maude wasn't struggling, twitching a little but not fighting. He pulls the pillow away to stare at the face that is yours but not. He spat in her face, his saliva spreading across her face, and tossed the pillow aside. Claws tearing at his flesh. He can't help himself, his fur flying in the air, while the beast in him scolds how you like his plush ruff.

"Hey!" Imogene shouts and runs to wipe off his spit and check on Maude.

"How? How? Why?" he repeated as he walked in circles.

"Adam saw her fall. He was working in the tunnels. Adam dove into shit and dragged her out, then had some of his most reliable men bring her to Giran. She hasn't woken up since, and there is a little dent on her forehead. She smacks occasionally, but the doctors say that is reflex," Imogene says. Cleaning Maude with care.

"Why Giran," he stilled and wondered aloud.

"Because he loves Maude and would do anything for her. He hired staff to take care of her. Bragged how he made the personal sacrifice for love. Lying to you about the letter saying Ur wanted her by her side. The actual letter is heartbreaking," Imogene explains.

Shigaraki points at Maude's belly.

"I cannot have that. Ur and I have become a calm relationship. Less murderous. That bastard thing will ruin me," Shigaraki hyperventilates. Touching his knife scars. Thinking of them makes them burn and itch. Imogene blocks his view and tries to use soothing tones.

"That is not yours. Maude made sure to screw Giran several times before she did what she did. Here read the real letter. It might console you. Really, Maude is a liar," Imogene says, handing him the letter.

It was a heartfelt plea from a sweet girl who felt inadequate to her sister. In you to beg Maude to leave him be if she ever loved you. Shigaraki is kind, even if he is unreasonable at times. He cares about his people. You will see that they will be financially taken care of even if they never see each other again. But it's ok because you are happy with him and your heart grows more every day for him. You love him and can't bare to lose him.

It was heartbreaking. It made him hate Maude all the more. It made him feel guilty that Maude was right about him and the situation how you thought so highly about him, even when he broke his word to you over and over again. He still plans to deceive you. But for his grubs this time. Maybe you will forgive him because of that.

Emo-jean is right. He doesn't see the demand for Maude to be a part of the hive. He will need to have a conversation with Giran about that at some point.

"Remember why we are here. You want a decoy. Use Maude as bait and kill the worst of them. Do that, and I will become one of her doubles. Also, do not tell Adam it was me," Imogene says. Shigaraki is more serene as he plays with the moth necklace, thinking.

"You both will need to have a semblance of her eye. It is the most distinct feature. Maude only needs the scars, but you will have to blacken your eye in addition, and I'm not sure it's reversible," He says absently.

"Hurry, get it over with. I will do anything for my baby sister. I wasn't always the best big sister, but I can do this," she pants in fear.

He pulls out the scrying mirror and calls the doctor. When the doctor arrives, he tells them he can heal the scars instantly, but the black sclera of the eye must be tattooed.

He carefully claws Imogene. Her screams bounce off the walls and echo down the halls but remain perfectly still as he works.

"Oh, Adam, are those your road clothes? You look so handsome. Much better than those rags you normally wear," you say, hugging him. Adam grunts and lets you hold him stiffly, "It's sad you have to leave before we've even talked." He pats you on the head awkwardly.

"You have a husband and Imogene," he states flatly. Adam is stony as ever. It can be maddening.

"It's Shiggy who I'm having problems with. Imogene has always disliked me. I don't want to have to deal with her judgmental tone. I have something to tell you. Shigaraki accidentally killed Maude, and you wouldn't even have to be leaving if it wasn't for me," you burst out.

Adam's eyes widen. You are expecting him to beat you. You can feel his body quake in your arms. You let go and wait. You wince when you hear him snicker. You don't think you have ever heard him laugh.

"Adorable as always, baby sis. Such drama. Don't spare another thought on Maude. I apologize that I could not protect the others in our party. I know you miss Magne. Be happy. We will find our siblings," He smiled. Adam smiled at you! He kisses two fingers, pressing the leather tips to your forehead. Again, lovey-dovey for Adam.

"Ok," you said quietly. Nervously smiling at his ambiguous comfort.

"Is this how humans say goodbye? I am perplexed," Yoon mumbles to Dabi.

"Yeah. That's about right. What's perplexing is shoes," Dabi husks.

"I feel like a human. Look at me. I walk in shoes and eat leaves," Yoon mocked.

"I'm always cold and soft," Dabi added. They both had a hissy chuckle over that. You narrow your eyes at them. They do look like humans with cloaks on.

"I packed bags for you, and the kitchen staff made plenty of trail snacks. Sisters put the bags in the haycart. Good luck, you guys. Oh, and look, Yoosung wants to say bye to daddy," you say, taking the grub from Ybarra to hold him out. Yoon looked absolutely terrified, frozen and drooping at the thought of kissing a grub. You sigh.

"If you give him a kiss and a chirp, I'll give you a kiss," you say, rolling your eyes. He instantly pecks the child and chirps. Yoosung stared at his father with those large orange eyes for a long moment. Then hissed at him. You giggle at how grubs are spiteful. Yoon grabs you and gives you a modest kiss on the lips with a chirp. Yoosung hissed harder.

"My turn," Dabi rumbles. His kiss was not modest. Dabi has the most depth tongue. It feels like he is violating every corner of your mouth. You gasp and pull away as the sisters and Yoosung all hiss at Dabi.

"Calm down. We've kissed before," Dabi says, crawling into the hay.

"We have not!" You shout indignantly.

"We have, just not those lips," Dabi smirks. Adam looks completely disgusted.

"Well, that's not fair! If I had known, I would have kissed her like that!" Yoon wailed.

"Goodbye," you muttered, walking away from them.

Shigaraki had come searching for you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to the banquet hall. A banquet hall of all things. The architects were human and added it. Shigaraki insisted they use it to look civil.

You've eaten with the elites before. This was calm for them. It was egg night, and Zenru kept the chaos to a minimum, beating anyone who won't keep the peace. Windy appeared distraught. The Butterflies are not known for their violent ways.

"This is going well for our first banquet," you say to Shiggy, who is watching Yoosung. The grub is examining a spoon in your lap like it is the most amazing thing in the world. He looks happy as he pounds the spoon on the table. The poor boy is too thin. The sisters say it's ok to get him to eat solids. Grits and scrambled eggs will put some meat on his bones.

"Eat. I will feed the grub," Shiggy says, placing Yoosung in his lap. You are about to protest like the grub who did not like being snatched away from you. Shigaraki has experience with your siblings, and it's not a big deal for him to settle Yoosung, especially when he flies the spoon to his mouth.

He gives you a stern look to start eating. The moment the food touches your mouth, you are devouring the meat, the grubs vibrating in happiness. The four-eyed king is watching you laughing. You shoot him a foul look, and he quiets, beaming like a fool as he continues to stare.

"If things go well, I will be king of his lands in addition to the others," Shiggy says to you. Feeding the grub with care. You start to peel boiled eggs for him, "If not, he will try to become your mate. He will treat you and the grubs well. Right now, he is amused, wondering if you know what you are eating. Ignore him. At this moment, it's just us."

Shigaraki kisses your head. He dips his head lower to your hand, shuddering as his long tongue tickles your fingers as he sucks in the egg. You look over, and the four-eyed one is stuffing boiled eggs, shell and all, in his mouth. Now it's your turn to be amused by him. You turn your attention back to Shigaraki.

"Don't fail. I think you are sexier," you grin. He flushes and mutters about stop saying stupid shit. That's nest talk, "I don't like the idea at all, Shiggy. He doesn't look that nice to me. I know being traded to a stranger is the way of the world. I rather join you."

He stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. The only female who hasn't flinched at his touch. Those words carried so much misery and love that it hurt. The idea of parting from you while you are soon to birth was torture.

"You cannot die. The only thing that left of me is what's growing in you. Be my strong girl and keep me alive that way should the worst happen. Darvish or Yoon is by far better than the others. Use your sweet ways and bend them to you as you have me," he rasps.

Your brows knit in worry, simply being kind doesn't always work. You've read enough books to know that Darvish won't love you. You will be a simple stepping stone for him to stand on. As for Yoon, he will let others determine the path of your destiny, and if he is as devoted as he seems to be to religion, that may not be good for your family or the hive.

When are you going to get smarter? You know he's keeping secrets. All that for a baby blessing. Bullshit. Maude scoffed.

You take off your eyepatch. It's easier to give him that smoldering look. His antennae perk, and his head snaps to look at you. Catching your gaze, he smiles and feeds Yoosung quicker.

As soon as Yoosung is asleep, stuffed and burped, Shigaraki hands him off to a sister. Lifting you and carrying you to the nest.

"Is it safe with all these new people?" You ask as he lays you down, pulling on gloves to rub your feet. A part of you wants to beg him not to go. You shove that aside while he kisses your toes. His face rankles, and his ruff stands on end. You see the red tinges of blood in his undercoat on his neck. Something has upset him.

"I can taste and smell him. Lewd fucker," Shigaraki mumbles, drooling on your foot. You whimper and shudder, trying not to jerk away, "They will follow the rules and protocols. They have a sense of honor that I lack. That is why I was fine taking you. My poor perfection. I regret cursing you with me. But my remorse is shallow when I have gained so much."

"I do not like how you were encouraging that Windy until I said something," you snit at him.

"I underestimate your ability to notice those ques. I will be more careful not to get caught. I enjoy how jealous you are. I am depraved for it. If you were not pregnant, I would like to see you pummel a female to death for me."

"You know how I feel about that. You promised me I would no longer be exposed to it. I take no joy in it. If you continue antagonizing me, I will create my own harem," you threaten. Shigaraki chuckles, continuing to kiss your toes and massage your feet.

"I can't stop you. However, you can only create one for political reasons. That harem is to take their assets. I do not indulge in any female aside from you. I will stop teasing. A happy mate is happy grubs," he keens towards your belly. You sit up and kiss him. You feel like his world. All this misery has shown you a new side of him. He seems to choose his words carefully and is eloquent. You want to believe him. He smacks his lips and sniffs at you.

"Have you been kissing your brother?" he asks.

"Lay on your stomach," you grin. He cocks his head at you, feelers vibrating with anticipation, a smirk dancing at the corner while he lies down for you. He is fascinated by what you have planned, "Move your wings."

Straddling his ass, you realize this is the first time you've seen it. He is gaining muscle and more of a backside. He has dimples on his ass. His lean back is scarred, covered in black, white, and brown shimmering dust of his wings. What shocked you most was the prominent spinal ridge, the sparse white fur coming to a peak between his shoulders, and the skull is a tattoo. You never knew that. You reach out and trace it. His wings quiver at your touch.

You rub your hands up his back to the joint of his wings. He tenses up, chittering while you begin working on his knots. He groans in pleasure. His wings relax and capture you. You giggle and kiss him on his spine. His muscles twitch, purring like a kitten, while you rise and fall with his gentle breathing. His wings are like painted window pans as the firelight dances on them.

"Your shoulders carry a lot of stress. I want to be the one to help you take some of this away. Not the one who is piling it on. What is going on?" You ask sweetly.

"I am the king of dust. Bad fortune comes to those that are near me. The last time I left, I swore I would be back that night. You were left at the mercy of the Elites, many harboring resentments I killed their trustees. Not all had accepted you. If Zenru was not unyielding in his duties, if you had not saved him, we would not be having this conversation. One male held your fate. That's not fair to my companions, much less my mate. You should have whatever you want in peace. If I can't grant you that, I will grant you peace of mind. Should I fail, you and the grubs will live on. Lower," he rumbled.

"Oh, so it is for peace of mind is why you are holding secrets. I can feel them, you know. Right here," you say, digging your thumbs in deep. He grunts and arches into it. Using the heels of your palms, you keep going lower. Trailing kisses on your way. He is trembling and chirping. Grinding into the pillows with his hips.

"Yes. You do the same for me. You became pregnant while knowing you could die giving birth," he rasps. You stiffen on top of him. Imogene. It was her that told him. If only she was in front of you. You would slap her so damn hard. You move and sink your teeth into one of his cheeks. He looks back at you with a sly smile. Batting you away with a wing. You pout at being whomped.

"I learned on my own that being afraid of something is not an excuse to not live your life. I wanted your grubs. At first, for my safety. Now it's because I want a piece of you. I thought we agreed no more secrets," you say. Straddling his ass again. That bite mark might stick around you admire.

"That is untenable in a relationship. Magne told me selfish lies and secrets are killers. It's not for myself this time. It is for the grubs. I love you touching me. Come here and give me a different relief," he growls. Slowly rolling over, capturing your wrist to keep you in the same spot. You squeak as his hard cock presses against your sex, "Ride me. Naked, little butterfly. I want to see you bare. It will de-stressed me. You want me happy, right? That will make me happy."

"I can't. I'm too (Shigaraki growls a warning) pregnant," you say quickly. He gives you a wicked smile before sitting up and kissing you deeply. Chirping into your mouth, yanking down your front, and removing the cloak. He hisses in disappointment.

"That little brat sucked you dry," he tsked. You blushed and looked away from him, trying to cover your front, "Don't do that. They have gotten bigger. I still want to rub my face in them. You have been a naughty teasing little mate. Not to mention you have other males' scents on you. You should take responsibility."

"You are shameful. I was once told about a different position," You say, biting your lip. He encourages you with praise and honied words until you give in. You are both sweating melted messes hours later.

Darvish is escorted by giant black creatures and serious royal guards.

"What do you think of the Queen?" He asked one of the guards conversationally.

"She is not for you," one said. The other sneered at him in answer. That is remarkable. This aberrant hive has changed since last he was here. They did not hold Shigaraki in high regard and were undisciplined.

When he enters his chamber, Kia is waiting for him. The criminal was his best advisor if he overlooked things like being human. He assumes Kai is human. His smell was off, though. Kai wears gloves and a beak mask. Possibly the strangest human he had ever met, and that is now including you. Although Kai knows what he is doing so, he lets the man harvest certain plants on his land in exchange for information.

"They are loyal to them. She is…. interesting. Xerxes is considered the pretty one. But she was most attracted to me. Which means she has good taste, which baffles me. Why Shigaraki? She held herself well. Obvious coaching from Shigaraki. I liked how well-behaved she was until she left his grasp and when they started eating. That was when she was most human. She has a pleasant nature. I almost didn't recognize Shigaraki. The beast was so docile. The way they interacted was …. loving. I have never been more envious and wanted to puke simultaneously. She did this adorable thing where she made this sweet little bird sound. Reddening, covering her mouth as she watched me eat, with a submissive head turn. She might even be the real deal as a moonbeam. So delightfully fertile," he says. Pouring himself a drink, Kai looked distinctly uninterested.

"None of that matters. What matters is that she is considered a fated mate and a chosen one. First female Queen that rules alongside a night creature. Humans are considered of the light, a unique combination. Influencing the king and a hive enough to alter the social order. They seem to embrace her and her orders. The possibilities are endless. Please tell me you put forth your claim," Kai stated, steepling his fingers.

"It may not matter to you. I'm the one you are attempting to mate bond with a human female. She smelled ripe and ready. She is decent at masking her human emotions during rituals. I could still smell them, though. Is it true humans are tight and come into heat monthly?" Darvish asked, taking a drink. Kai sighed in annoyance.

"Getting Shigaraki out of the way should be easy. It will be easier if you put forth a claim."

"Shigaraki is not that easy to kill. Many attempts have been made. It's as if the fucker is born with a four-leaf clover up his ass," Darvish laughs.

"He's changed too. His patterns of leading have altered over the years. I assumed that was the AFO's influence or pure lack of caring," Kai debates with himself.

"Getting him out of the way is one issue the other is Yoon. That fucker is a damn good swordsman. Having four arms helps. Just because I can see them coming only means I can see how I'm going to die," Darvish says, downing and pouring another drink. Kai waves this away.

"Shigaraki's style has changed. This claim she is a moonbeam is a power play to keep his legacy intact. He keeps his assets close. Even giving her a throne. You can try to seduce the female. I doubt that you will get any opportunity. If you staked a claim, the best course is to keep a few spies here to watch the hive and join in Shigaraki's war," Kai states. Darvish shook his head.

"Shigaraki did not request us. All that is known is he will attack the Order again. I was the only one to stake a claim, but that will change if Shigaraki should die or the assassination efforts on her fail. The others have not accepted a human female as the chosen one ... yet."

"Saving her from an attempt on her life could make her wet for you while boosting Shigaraki's trust. Stay close to them. You will be the first to her location in all cases. We must make our own breaks. Offer to join Shigaraki's side in his war. Try to convince him to ban Yoon's claim that you will be the better choice. Once he does, end him."

"Seems dishonorable," Darvish snorted.

"We could always take her. Holding her grub's hostage against her to keep her in line."

"That is dishonorable. I may be an aberrant. But I am not a criminal. I will take her willingly or through a challenge. All else is beneath me," He hissed at Kai.

"Do you want to be king of nights?" Kai asked. Darvish didn't mind the idea of having you if half the stories were true. He drinks. Remembering you round with grubs while breastfeeding and destroying the Butterfly diplomat. You may not be the prettiest, but you must be delicious in the nest to lead Shigaraki around by the antennae. You reeked of sex, dripping with arousal and Shigaraki's scent. He wouldn't mind if you reeked of him instead. That eye held a universe. He could get lost in it if he's not careful.

"Have you tried eggs? They are delectable. Not all humans are worthless, but I have always known that," Darvish snickered, clicking his teeth in delight.

Kai relaxes. Darvish will go along.

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Chapter Thirteen: Rarefied

Content Warnings: manipulation, being scared of your significant other, talks of harming others, talks of murder, planning

Word count: 640 (little intermission chapter)

A/n: I am back!!! I appreciate everyone who has been patiently waiting my return. I’ve been having a rough time mentally and medically but we are getting there. Your patience and kind words mean more than you’ll ever know. I appreciate and love all of you so much.

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I knew he didn’t sleep. I knew his brain just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Sometimes I wished I could read minds. That I could dig inside his head and know exactly what’s happening. Spencers big on shoving down his feelings. He likes to pretend they aren’t there. Pretend to the world, and himself, that his feelings are not real. That they do not matter.

But they did matter. To me they mattered, he mattered.

“Who are we going after today?” I asked as we got dressed for the day. Something overly domestic that made my heart ache just a little.

He shrugs, spitting his toothpaste in the sink and rinsing his mouth, “I don’t know. I would like to go after my team.”

His team. Former team is more like it. The ‘friends’ who let him suffer. The ones who knew he was not okay, but didn’t give enough fucks about him to do something, or get him help. I’d like to go after them too. Every single one of them. They needed to hurt like he did. Killing their spouses would do that. Children were off limits, rightfully so.

“How do we do that? I feel like out of everyone, that would get us caught,” I said. I knew I was stating the obvious, but it needed to be said. Spencer and I had a bad habit of acting without thinking things through. It was something that would be our downfall. I had set a mental reminder to start thinking a little more.

“It might take some planning. I know there are a few previous team members I could go after. It’d hit the current ones just as hard, if not harder.” He pulled on some clothes as they spoke, exhaustion weighing on his body.

I couldn’t help but wonder when enough would be enough? When would he hang it up? Would he ever hang it up? I feared for the day he did. I wondered if he’d turn me in too. I knew what would happen then: I’d be put in jail for the rest of life — or killed via the death penalty — and Spencer would maybe spend a year in prison. Maybe less. Maybe none at all. The thought made me angry. I didn’t want to be blamed for something he dragged me into.

“What if we started small. Say, a break in. We leave no tracks and just send a message?”

He pauses and turns toward me, my stomach twisting with nerves. Typically, he was the one who made the plans. He was the one who told me what to do and where to go. And, frankly, after last night, I should just be keeping my mouth shut. He didn’t need to be pissed off. Honestly, I should just be keeping quiet anyway.

But a grin spreads across his face, and my nerves cease slightly, “have I ever told you that you’re so smart?”

He has, but I’m unsure if he wants to hear me say that. So, I just keep silent. He pulls his shirt over his head and steps closer to me. His hands move toward my face, making me flinch. That only seems to make his smile grow.

“Aw… are you afraid of me, pet?” His hands cup my face, thumbs caressing over my cheeks.

I shake my head as best I can, “no,” my voice sounds scratchy as I say it, “just got nervous is all. Sorry.”

He kisses me softly, “you’re a shit liar my pet,” he murmurs and I audibly swallow. His hands drop from my face and I relax just a little, “but I do like your idea. We need to make sure we leave nothing behind but the ‘message’, whatever that will be. Got it?”

I nod slowly, voice soft as I mutter, “yes, daddy. I got it.”

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 1 year

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So I recently started obsessing over Jamil… but I’m in this little conundrum where I don’t entirely see him liking my self insert. She’s small, shy, doesn’t talk much, really nice, and kinda airheaded at times… well, till she gets comfortable around someone. Then she has a bit of a problem with volume control and can talk for hours as long as her friend is engaged. She’s more likely to cuss a friend out if they piss her off, but she’ll forget to be pissed after sleeping. Spiteful and petty, for instance she will learn a game or activity just enough to be an annoyance to the person that pissed her off. She’s still an airhead but she’s not gullible, she’s been taken advantage of and doesn’t like it. Lastly big helping of Depression an Anxiety where she sometimes doesn’t leave her bed for over 24 hours and is too anxious to have her inside thoughts in the outside unless in a comfortable environment. Chaos child, especially over the text. If she has a friend’s number they’re gonna get random sleepy thoughts and cursed pics at ungodly hours. She’s still a sweetheart that will do anything for people she cares for and ask for nothing in return except their company, but when bitten she will bite back. Or punch, she’s not afraid to aim for the kidney.

Anyway… maybe some headcanons of Jamil’s first reaction to her and then as he gets to know her? Please?

i love chaotic mcs so much.

Jamil:

-Jamil, who just thinks the mc is just there. Completely unassuming, and during certain events (his overblot lmaooo) thinks cool easy person to manipulate. Only for her to come back and be ready to throw hands because Kalim is like, yeah you're friend shaped. They are friends now.

-Anyways I think that's how him getting to know mc would start because Kalim exchanges numbers, and thinks the cursed pictures at 3am are hilarious and shows Jamil, who is like: :/ "why were you awake at 3am Kalim?" "Jamil ignore that and look at the funny picture!"

-Jamil gets mc's number is like: "please stopping sending memes to Kalim at 3am I don't want him falling asleep during class." He isn't impressed when the reply is just '"no <3" She has now made Jamil's list of people he would leave stranded in the desert.

-He thinks mc and Kalim are chaotic. Then he catches mc and Ace having the weirdest conversation before basketball practice which he hears every word of. "Mothman is the safest cryptid to smash, but I think I could take a Skinwalker." "I could take Siren Head." "Deadass?" "Deadass." Jamil doesn't know what either they are talking about, they have been talking about this for thirty minutes, please stop.

-Floyd casually mentions in passing once that Shrimpy bit him on the arm because he tried squeezing them. Jamil prays that you do not encourage Kalim to start biting because that will be the last straw.

-Development starts when Kalim asks Jamil to check on mc with him, because they haven't left their dorm for two days. Grim says she's sick, but they also aren't answering anyone's messages. When they enter the dorm seeing her wrapped up in bed, Kalim immediately trying to cheer her up, while Jamil stands off to the side.

-"Have you eaten anything?" a quiet no. "Let me make you something." He feels as though he owes them that much. He just doesn't intend for it to be a gateway that leads to him receiving random thoughts and cursed images.

-To which he uses them like receipts to remind mc that they better be going to sleep at a reasonable hour.

#fem reader #jamil #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #twst #headcanons #socially-awkward-lvl-over9000

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krogerkryptid · 1 year

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About Me It occurred to me I have no information about myself besides the sparse info in my bio so get to know me post here we go!

General Info She/They user and 21 year old college student just waiting to get to grad school, I practice a lot of folk magic from the Scottish Highlands since it's where my blood? what my heritage is.

Interests I have so many ✴ A lot of book series (TRC and the Dreamer Trilogy, SOC and CK, PJO, and I've been reading a lot of new stand alone books I've really enjoyed ask me about them!) ✴ Scottish folklore including, myth, legend, and folk practice within rural and urban communities in the middle ages and through Scotland's loss of independence ✴ General folklore of many regions, I've taken a lot of courses on different regions and practices and they have all been fascinating if anyone wants to tell me about what they know I'd love to listen ✴ Tarot, I have a genuine problem I love all the pretty art in the decks and I find the practice of shuffling and reading to be incredibly relaxing and based on the people I've read for I'm pretty good at it? I feel like -I- can't say that's it's definitely up to interpretation ✴ Cosmologies of the world, this is such a cool one! What did certain cultures do to study and observe the universe? ✴ I am consistently thinking about the X-Files it is so special to me I am the target audience ✴ Cryptids (I love Mothman he holds a special place in my heart) ✴ Anything supernatural or paranormal. I love going legend tripping or going to alleged haunted places. It's such a fascinating thing when it ties in with local lore and what actually truly happened. Tell me ghost stories or anything else super spooky that has happened to you! ✴ I enjoy a whole lot of podcasts so I wont list them but WTNV is a given if you want to hear about any of them I am happy to tell you ✴ This isn't much of an interest but it ties into them. I am genuinely interested to hear about what others are interested in. Ramble away! Info-dump please I love seeing what people are passionate about!

The Disclosure Form I obviously do not tolerate any type of bigotry! Don't bring those vibes to my blog please. I also don't identify as a witch right now since I'm doing a lot of study into the connotations of that term in the Scottish lens! So that's why I don't mention it in here as of now. Please send me asks or messages if you find something I post to be confusing or possibly offensive I am not perfect but I can work to educate myself to be better!

#TRC #dreamer trilogy #SOC #CK #pjo #scottish folklore #folklore #cosmology #x files #cryptid #paranormal #podcasts

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socksonat3am · 4 years

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Have a mothman that says “Trans Rights!”

#my art #just a lil shitpost #mothman #he speaks the truth #i have so many more but i liked this one best #if you want mothman to say something send me an ask and say what you want him to say and in what color(s)#i don't have many followers #so this probably won't backfire

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

#my writing #mothman #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #reader insert #mothman x reader #fluff #cryptids

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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years

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Beauty and the Beast

Another Collab with Citrus Dome! Please check out the rest of the amazing first made in the Storybook/Fairytale AU Collab

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

The beautiful individual is: @/aneutrallife on instagram

CW: mothman, mentions of pussy, mentions of ovi, monster fucking,

Only a Beast could love something like you.

That was something you were told since you were small.

You were always the odd one in the town you lived in.

Different.

Obscure.

An Anomaly.

All because you were a witch. You had always been intrigued by the usage of herbs and crystals. Cartomancy was a specialty, and you were known for your creation of oils and ointments. The townspeople avoided you and only asked for your services in secret. It began to take its toll on you as you grew older.

Feeling ostracized and wanting to be forgotten.

But that was when He found you.

Apparently, he’d been watching you for some time now, and on that cold fall night, he decided to make his move. You were out in the woods, collecting ingredients you needed to refill on. You ended up finding yourself in the garden of what seemed like an abandoned castle. You were curious about how such a great place could be hidden since you knew the royals lived quite a ways away. Nevertheless, you took your time as you gently tended to the plants. Taking what you needed but still making sure the plants will grow healthy. You froze in place when you heard the crunch of leaves under large feet. You slowly placed a hand on the scissors you used to trim the plants. Turning slowly, to looked up to see a sizeable form towering over you. Covered in dark brown and black fur with light stripes of soft blue. Two sets of rather strong-looking arms were folded across its chest and abdomen. His wings draped over its shoulders like a cloak, but you couldn’t get a good look at the intricate designs of the wings. Your eyes were locked onto his face. His face was worn and scarred, locks of light blue hair cascaded down his head like spun silver.

“I knew you’d find your way here, human. I would be angry if I wasn’t already intrigued by you,” he said. You were taken aback by its rather deep raspy voice as it held out a hand for you. Grabbing it tenderly, you stood, only coming up to his chest. With one set of hands, he held your face to look up at him. Enamored by the scarlet eyes looking back at you, you were surprised when a pair of fluffy antennae brushed against your face. “Yes. I knew it was you.” He said as he lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into the castle.

On that day, you had met the beast known as Tomura Shigaraki and started your new life.

He had apparently been watching you for a few months before then. He had been exploring the forest and came upon you helping a small fawn out of a trap, tending to its wounds before letting it free. He thought you were a curious one, not at all like the other humans in the town. You were sweet and soft, treating them all with a level of care he felt they did not deserve. The day he knew he wanted you for himself was when he had accidentally stumbled upon you bathing at the waterfall further into the forest.

He could recount how you looked as if it was that same day.

Your skin an ochre color, similar to the mellow-brown light that had bathed the forest that warm afternoon. You glimmered like amber, and he could only kneel in the brush near the bank or else his knees would give. You were absolutely beautiful. Your hair was thick and dark like calla lilies, curls framed your freckled face, and oh, what he would give to be able to kiss every freckle. Climbing out from the river, you dried yourself off, and he thanked every god above for the sight of your dripping from panting and sighing from how relaxing your bathing was.

He jerked off to the memory of that day for many moons after until the fateful day you wandered into his territory.

That was about a year ago, and since then, you two had become close. Hesitant at first, you were terrified you were to be devoured. Hearing terrifying stories about the beast since childhood. But over time, you learned that he was a gentle creature, he had a temper, yes, but you stood your ground. Slowly you were able to coax more out of him, his family, and how he ended up like this. It had turned out he was the son of the king that ruled over your land. His father had challenged a powerful fairy who cursed his mother to giving birth to a monster. Though his parents did love him, and when his younger brother was born, the love did not falter. They had to send him away. The townspeople and some of the aristocrats did not like the idea of a beast being king.

You wanted to challenge it; King Toshinori would never do something...would he? You knew how the townspeople treated you, and while you weren’t a monster, you wouldn’t be surprised if they rioted.

You two had slowly started to bond, Tomu, as you affectionately called him, was intrigued by the herbs and crystals you gathered and used. He never forced you to stay with him, but you liked the idea of living with someone who wanted you to around. You told him you could find a way to reverse the spell and make him human, as a way of saying thank you for letting you stay in his castle, but he refused. Saying he would rather die than try to assimilate to their standards. You were silently happy he had refused.

You started to fall for him at that time and couldn’t imagine him without his extra appendages. Especially his wings, when spread out, you could see the intricate patterns on them. A mix of light browns, black, and specks of blue as bright as lapis lazuli decorated them. Although his eye held no pupils or irises, you could see the emotions they expressed. How they softened whenever he thought you weren’t looking or how they darkened when you would wear something more revealing. His eyes would glimmer like rubies whenever you praised him or showered him in affection.

You two had been together for two years at this point; you cleaned out your house and moved in with him. Not surprised when you saw that the townspeople burned it to the ground when they noticed you left. You did not cry, no sight of anger in your face, but you felt hurt nonetheless. You sat at the windowsill, looking out at the forest while the summer sun shined brightly. Tomura had noticed and went to make your favorite tea; you had followed him, however, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back. “Y/n? Is everything ok?” He asked, concerned. You nodded silently; he turned and let you nuzzle your face into his pecks. One set of hands lifted your face up, with the other set wrapped protectively around your waist. His eyes softened at the sad expression you held. Brushing one clawed thumb against your cheek as he smiled softly. “I...Wanted to wait until the full moon to ask you this, but...I feel this might be better.” He started, your eyebrows furrowed together as he continued. “I would...like to mate with you, Y/N.” He stated with the softest of a blush, dusting his cheeks. Your face warmed as you processed what he was telling you.

That night you both prepared. Well. It was more, so Tomura prepared you. He put you in a bath of milk and rose petals, rinsing your hair like you had shown him before going to prepare the ‘nest’ as he called it. Bringing in sheets and pillows, sweet-smelling oils and cloths he felt were soft enough. Bringing you out of the bath, he dried you off and brought you to the nest, laying you onto your back. He couldn’t help but get lost in your beauty; your dark hair framed your face as he let his eyes linger. Your full chest and thighs, wide hips, and soft squishy stomach made his wings vibrate. He chirped and purred as he nuzzled you, letting his hands gently caressing your hips. “Sweet-smelling mate, so soft, so good to me.” He said as he moved your legs apart to allow him to settle in between them. You moaned softly, feeling his claws brush against your skin. He kissed and licked down your neck, pausing to suckle on your full breast as he felt his cock unsheath. His long thin tongue wrapped itself around your nipple, stroking it gently as he brought a hand up to your other nipple. The room slowly started filling with a sweet scent; it filled your nose and made your core ache with arousal.

Tomura continued to kiss down your body until he reached your core, kissing your mound, and before he could go lower, you tugged at his hair.

Your face was hidden behind your arm; you softly said, “I…. I don’t like my pussy being licked…”

He nods and smiles empathetically. Deciding to suck on his fingers gently before sliding one thick finger into your entrance, mesmerized by how your hole quivered and stretched. He went at this for what seemed like hours.

Adding another finger and another until he felt you were prepared for his cock. Sitting up, he stroked himself to your form, yes glazed over and skin hot to the touch. You could only stare in amazement at how large he was. His cock was like no humans you’d ever seen, ribbed down the underside, the tip pointed more like a dog than anything. “Tomu...You’re so big.”You said as you gently reached out to stroke it. He smiled proudly at how your reaction. Pushing you back down, he gently wrapped your legs around his waist. Pressing the head of his cock gently into your entrance, he held back a whimper at how wet and wanting you were. Your entrance sucked him in, almost refusing to let him go if he pulled back. Finally, he was able to press his hips against yours. His cock head pressed snuggly against the entrance of your cervix as your back arches, your nails dig into his shoulders. He whines and ruts against your cervix for a moment before pulling back, beginning a slow rhythm. Now it’s your turn to moan as you beg for him to go faster.

“Do you think you could handle it, little one?” he asks as he looks down at you. You nod and plead, begging for more as you rub your clit. “Then your wish is my command, my prince~,” He says as he begins to thrust faster, pushing your thighs back as his nails dig into them; his wings spread and flap as he feels himself grow closer to completion. His soft whimpers turn into snarls and growls as he pounds into you. Flipping you over, he holds you close to his chest; one set of arms hold you up by your thighs as the other focuses on your body. One hand grips your throat while the other plays with your clit. Thrusting up into you, he can’t stop the stream of praises.

“Such a pretty boy, so soft and sweet. Look at how well you’re taking my cock. I can’t wait to see how you look filled with my eggs.”

His hips stutter, and he holds you in place; you feel his cock pulse as he fills your hungry womb with his cum. You howl and moan out as you squirt, legs shivering as you look down to see his cum drip down his cock. Whimpering softly, you felt him purr in content; he nuzzles into your neck as he lays down with you. Cock still pressed firmly into you as you both slowly fall asleep. Entangled in each other.

#cernunnos writing #bnha smut #moth!shiggy #shigaraki tomura #bnha x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shiggy smut #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki smut #boku no hero academia shigaraki #poc!reader #ftm!reader

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feralaot · 3 years

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

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gentil-minou · 2 years

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for the ask game, what about nathalie felix and kagami?

dlfkjdsklfjds okay this is going to be a lightning round so i don't spam someone's dash.

Read more cause surprise surprise i wrote too much anyways

Kagami

First impression

Was on the fence cause I was not a fan of the whole love rivals thing, but I did like that she was a tough girl

Impression now

Like omg she is amazing in every way this girl she just wants friends and reads shojo manga and dear lord she is everything the best tsundere

Favorite moment

I mentioned her smile in Ikari Gozen before so I will pick my other favorite from Gabriel Agreste

Idea for a story

Kagami realizes Mari is hopeless in confessing her feelings for Adrien so she switches gears to try and convince Adrien he should be with Marinette, but she makes him do all the shojo manga boy tropes

Unpopular opinion

I've heard people complain about her wearing a private school uniform and having the kanji for "woman" as her family crest but I think it all fits with the story and her character

Favorite relationship

Chlogami, but Feligami is looking interesting as well.

Favorite headcanon

She goes to the same private school as Ondine and is socially awkward and anxious. (also super gay)

Felix

First impression

I was pretty excited cause of the idea of seeing PV Felix in canon. He was an evil little shit and seemed like a pretty clear villain

Impression now

Gabriel Agreste really fleshed out his character and sparked my interest in his story. I can't wait to see what happens and if he really is a senti, as well as how he might affect the story as he's got some big brain plays

Favorite moment

Suck it Mothman

Idea for a story

I started writing a silly story where Felix moves in with Adrien post-Hawkmoth and Marinette doesn't trust him (but maybe she's just jealous that felix is taking up Adrien’s time...or maybe theres something else happening...)

Unpopular opinion

Canon Felix is better and more interesting than the PV or fanon versions of Felix. He's a very morally grey character and I love him.

Favorite relationship

Romantic: becoming a fan of Feligami, but i like the idea of felix with sentibug as bridgette

Platonic: Gabriel Agreste sold me on him having a good relationship with Adrien.

Favorite headcanon

Felix is an anti-hero and becomes the next Hawkmoth or Peacock, to serve as a foil for Adrien. But he's a morally grey villain so we struggle we it

Nathalie

First impression

Aww someone actually cares about Adrien but it's not very nice to someone else's things and pass it off as yours

Impression now

She's an idiot (or a genius if you see my headcanon)

Favorite moment

This screenshot for the instagram cause #relateable

Idea for a story

I don't think I'd ever write Nathalie into a story unless it's her facing some jail time tbh.

Unpopular opinion

Nathalie is 100% responsible for her own actions so even if people say she did it for love of Gabe or whatever she's still at fault

Favorite relationship

Nathalie/Emilie

Favorite headcanon

Nathalie is actually the real big bad of the series and all of this has been a clever ruse to make Gabe do all the dirty work so she can steal the miraculouses at the last minute and use it to wish him away so she can live happily ever after with Emilie. Literally anything else and I dont care for her really lol.

Send Me A Character

#It said A character moo fjhdsjfs #jk i love you <3 #dsfdlskfjsk says lightning round still wrote a stupid long post sorry friends #miraculous ladybug #kagami tsurugi #felix graham de vanily #team miraculous #not tagging nathalie cause it was basically salt lol #asked and answered #ask game

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dannys-phantoms · 3 years

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Doorways

DannyMay 2021 Day 5: Doorway

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Sam and Tucker are directed to a special place in the ghost zone, and told to look around. They would never have guessed the things they see.

AKA Danny gets a lair

(Everlasting Trio)

To say that Danny got detentions often would be an understatement. Normally it was something that he could have probably avoided, like by actually doing his homework or not playing on his phone in class, but this time it was different. He’d fallen asleep on his desk – again – because he’d stayed up all night chasing Johnny 13 and his shadow all over Amity Park until all three of them were too tired to continue. And then, of course, when he was finally getting ready to tuck himself into bed, his ghost sense had gone off again. It’s a wonder that kid ever got any sleep.

Lancer had taken one look at him drooling on the desk and that was it, Danny Fenton would be staying late. It made sense, really, because he had an obligation to teach a certain syllabus, and it was obvious that Danny needed something a little more... fine tuned. Even so, Sam and Tucker both were in agreement that it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.

They loved hanging out together even just as a duo, of course. They did it all the time. Three was never a crowd with them, but two was nice as well. When there’s only two, they’d never have to vie for attention, or wonder if they’re somehow third wheeling in their three-way love story. The reason they were missing Danny was for something else entirely. It was probably something to do with the eight-foot wolfman that had appeared in the middle of Tucker’s room.

He’d just been showing off his latest PDA (she’s called Norah, in case you were wondering) and Sam had been sufficiently engaged (enjoying seeing him happy more than she was actually following the conversation) when three jagged gashes had opened up between them, green and shimmering in the air and tempting a glimpse into the ghost zone. Then, the rift expanded and the creature swung through, landing heavily on his paws.

“Hi, Wulf,” said Sam, hesitantly.

He put a paw on Sam’s shoulder, and Tucker tensed as though he was ready for a fight. They were all friendly enough, of course, but it’s difficult not to be wary with those claws so close to someone’s face.

“Saluton, amikoj,” Wulf greeted, before pushing both of them through the portal he’d just made. “Vi volos ĉirkaŭrigardi antaŭ ol li revenos!”

They landed hard, and before they could look up to ask what exactly he meant, the portal was closed again. If only they’d put more effort into their Esperanto.

It was a wonder they weren’t both sinking through the floor, humans that they were, but Tucker decided not to dwell on it. There were unquestionably going to be weirder things going on here than that.

The hallway itself looked perfectly normal. Green, of course, but normal. They’d been deposited near the top of a set of stairs, and ahead of them were a series of wooden doorways. Under their splayed fingers was soft carpet.

It wasn’t a house they recognised but it quite easily could have belonged to a neighbour, or a schoolmate. It looked so laughably ordinary that they weren’t quite sure what to do with themselves.

The door closest to them creaked back on its hinges, opening a fraction to let a gust of warm wind through. It wavered for a few seconds before gliding almost to a close again.

Sam got to her feet with a sigh and offered a hand to Tucker. After she’d pulled him to his feet, neither of them let go.

The doorway was wooden and grained, looking more like her own kitchen door than one to a ghost realm. She squeezed Tucker’s hand and pushed it open.

She didn’t know what she’d expected, not really, but she knew it wasn’t this. Despite not having been for years, she still recognised the streets of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, deep in the throes of the Mothman Festival.

Nobody knew how much she’d treasured her memories of this place. Nobody except her boyfriends, that is. Even her own parents didn’t know that she dreamed of it almost every night.

It wasn’t a perfect replica of the place. It was as if the architect had merely been told about it, rather than having seen it themselves. Nevertheless, it was enough to have her mouth hanging open. There were pairs of red eyes everywhere, staring at her from every shop front, every costume, every street decoration and even from the foods in the signature Mothman pizza stores and bakeries. The live band was playing eerie music and, when she really stopped to look, she could have sworn that something was watching her from the trees.

If Sam could have chosen a heaven, a place to let her soul spend an eternity, she would have chosen here.

Tucker blinked owlishly behind his glasses. “Sam,” he said, in awe. “Is this...?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “It is”.

The music was pulsing around her, lulling her into a dance. Arms and legs and wings spun from every side as the crowd moved towards the bronze cryptid statue in the centre of the square. She’d not smiled like this for years. It was as if she was delirious. Someone offered her a Mothman lollipop, and she took it without hesitation.

Tucker took it from her gently as she began to wrestle with the wrapper. “It’s too dangerous. We still don’t know what’s going on. This could all be a trap.” He winced apologetically and, even though she tried to argue, she knew he was right.

She steeled herself and took his hand, marching back into the green hallway and pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as the latch clicked, it was silent again.

“Come on, let’s keep going.” Her voice was shaky.

Behind the next door was a meadow lined with trees. Here, it was the middle of spring. The pollen tickled both of their noses, and they quickly retreated before the hayfever could truly set in.

On the other side of the hall was a bright red door. Tucker reached for the handle, but Sam held him back.

“Red means danger, smartypants.”

“Awe, you do care,” he replied jovially. Then, he quirked an eyebrow and sent her the finger guns. “Red also means love.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help her lips quirking in a smile. “I’m being serious, Tuck.”

“As am I.”

He reached forward to open the door, and then immediately stepped back again as he got a wave of vertigo.

They were at the top of a huge drop slide, which was the same shiny red as a circus big top. There were a queue of ghost children lining up, but they all stepped aside, beckoning Tucker to go first.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Sorry, Sammy,” he replied, “but this is just too awesome.”

He sat down on the side and then launched his body forwards, sending it into the oxymoronic state of controlled freefall that left him feeling as light as a bird. It was as though all of his worries were flying from the top of his head. He felt a laugh bubble free and crossed his arms over his chest, equal parts Egyptian mummy and child at a water park.

The drop gradually began to round off, until he slowed down and crashed into a ball pit at the bottom. He’d been falling for what felt like forever.

Sam slid to a stop next to him. “Never, and I mean never, do that to me again.”

Her hair was mussed and her breathing was heavy. He declined to point out that she’d followed after him, even though she’d thought it unsafe. It left a warm fluttering feeling in his belly.

“I won’t.” He smiled.

The ballpit took off, zooming high into the air until they were at the top of the dropslide again. The sudden motion would normally have made them queasy, or at the least lightheaded, but it didn’t. One second they were at the bottom and the next they were at the top. It was more like the space had moved around them.

Tucker looked longingly at the slide, wanting to go again, but Sam grabbed his hand and pulled him back through the door. It would do no good to linger too long in one place.

The door right at the end of the hallway was glowing around the edges, as though there were nothing but lamps on the other side. Sam made a move towards it. What could this one be? A beachside paradise, perhaps? The light room of a photography studio?

She was inches away from the doorknob when she heard a familiar whoosh. A ghost portal. From the look on Tucker’s face, he’d heard it too.

They looked towards the stairway behind them as it was illuminated in a green glow, gone as quickly as it had arrived. Then, there were whisper-quiet footsteps.

They were both rooted in place. Every instinct suggested they should run, but where to? You can’t hide from a ghost in it’s own lair.

Soon though, a shock of white hair appeared over the banister, then a pair of slouched shoulders clothed all in black.

“Danny?” Tucker said incredulously.

The ghost whipped around, immediately at high alert with an ectoblast ready to go. He only fractionally calmed down when he saw who was there.

“Shit, Tucker? Sam? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Sam said dryly.

“I’m not ready for you guys to be here yet. I was waiting for the right time... have you been following me?”

“What?” Tucker said. “Danny, no, of course not. Wulf brought us here. Said something about looking around before ‘he’ comes back.”

Danny slumped, hand on his forehead. “Dammit, Wulf. That’s the last time I trust him with a secret. How much did you see?”

“Not enough for it to make sense,” Sam said, arms crossed. “Where the hell are we?”

Danny sighed, then looked her in the eye. He looked defeated. “Its my lair. Its not done yet, not by a long shot, which is why I didn’t want to show you –”

“Wait, what? I thought only full ghosts could have a lair.” Tucker’s brow creased.

Danny let out a hollow laugh. “Who knows what halfas can do, really? It’s not like there’s enough of us to study. This place is half ghost, like me, so I can touch stuff and walk about , no matter that mode I’m in. I’m guessing you can too. It helps, because it means I don’t fall through the bed.”

“The bed?”

“Yeah, it’s just through there.”

He looked between them to the glowing door, which he pushed open with one finger.

They were standing on the edge of open space. A million stars twinkled around them, piercing the blackness like twinkling diamonds on a velvet curtain. A red carpet rolled out in front of them, connecting the hallway to a larger rug, also floating. Below it was a deep chasm, the void never ending.

Danny floated down the carpet, which was rippling in an invisible breeze, and the others followed. It was surprisingly solid.

The rug at the end was covered with bean bags and blankets, and the biggest bed any of them had ever seen, big enough to fit ten people easily. Danny threw himself on top of the plush quilt.

“This is... I didn’t want you to see it, because I didn’t know what you’d think. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Tucker laughed. “You’re a ghost. If we were going to get scared off, I think it would have happened already.”

“I guess,” Danny smiled sadly. “But... If you’d known my lair was adapting to the wants of all three of us, you could’ve thought maybe it was getting too weird.”

“Are you kidding me? This place is awesome!” Sam flopped down onto the bed next to him.

“I was thinking of asking you to stay here with me. Not all the time, obviously.”

“That would be cool,” Tucker said, trying to hide how excited the prospect made him.

“Think about it, Tuck,” Danny groaned. “You guys don’t belong here. You’re humans.”

“Okay, so maybe it needs a kitchen and a bathroom fitting, but other than that it’s pretty sound.”

“One of those doors opens into a Tomahawk Steakhouse,” Danny smiled.

Sam put her hand in his supportively. “We love you. We’d follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond, you know that.”

Tucker sat down next to his partners and took Danny’s other hand.

Danny made a mental note to send a ‘thank you’ postcard to Wulf when he next saw him.

#danny phantom #dannymay2021 #everlasting trio #DannyMay #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #wulf #fic #my writing #mine

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia Ch.3

WARNING DECEPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK

I understand seeing others go through this can sometimes cause panic or anxiety attacks in some and with the use of some imagery I've used I'd feel better if I gave a fair warning that there is a detailed panic attack early on.

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Whoever said eight hours of sleep was the right amount for humans has never met an insomniac who just spent the last six days and five nights awake. You hoped that fucker is in hell burning for his sins, he probably has more of them that you don't know of. But with bleary eyes looking at your phone you can barely make out that it's just a little past six in the morning. This is backed up by the slimmers of light shinning through the blanket you put over the window last night. Briefly the thought of keeping it up today passes through your mind as you try to curl into an even tighter blanket cocoon.

Stretching out your legs and toes you let your muscles melt into mush in the warmth and comfort of your bed. Closing your eyes and burying your head back into the pillow, you might not be able to go to sleep but resting is nice too. You're so relaxed it almost feels as if all your limbs are floating and you feel the buzz of energy come surging back through you, you hum along with it nuzzling into the pillows.

'Your car was broken into.' the thought flashes through your mind and has you jolting up right.

Chest heaving slightly as frantic eyes dance along the room that hasn't changed since the night before. The buzzing energy from just a few moments before turns into an icy feeling flowing in your veins. It chills you to your core and you've noticed the tremors in your arms causing you to tremble. There's a sick feeling that bubbles up your throat, as you feel the phantoms of tens of hands grabbing at your arms and torso. They move erratically all over and their grips are suffocating, there's a lump in your throat that you have trouble swallowing down.

Bringing a hand up to your throat you jab your thumb right above or right at where your larynx would be. The slight pain from the pressure helps ease the lump away and you're able to get out a few frantic breaths. You hardly notice the wetness on your face from the few tears slipping free from your eyes.

'Gross, gross, gross, gross.' is the only message that rings clear in your mind as you're assaulted by these phantom hands.

You're aware this is a panic attack, but it does little to calm you down. Putting more pressure on your throat and using your feet to propel you back into the mattress. Vaguely you're aware that tiring your body out should calm you or maybe it's the release of an emotional fit that calms you, you aren't sure which and you don't really care at the moment. So flailing your legs you let your feet forcefully slip off of their purchase as you push your muscles to their full extent with force. It doesn't take long before you can't feel your limbs and are gasping for breath.

The phantoms are gone, no longer touching you as they please, and while the lump still sits at the bottom of your throat making it hurt to swallow and breathe around you can begin to feel calm. Actually it's the numbness that takes over you, not a sense of calm. The sense of an empty shell broken from its exertion. One thing's for sure you can't take your car today. If you had a panic attack just by thinking of your car you don't want to risk actually getting behind the wheel.

Everything feels tense, the muscles in your legs are starting to ache and you're pretty sure you'll have a bruise at the base of your throat. You check your phone with shaky hands to see it's now seven twelve. If you get up now and leave you think you can probably make it into town by eight forty giving you time to grab something from the Dunkin' on the corner across from the shop. Or you could call out, Nate would totally understand. But just the thought of being alone today sends a chill down your spine and the feeling of those phantom hands start creeping their way back into your personal space.

“I'm going to work!” jumping up and out of the bed, away from the grubby grabby specters.

Running around the room you throw on a pair of black shorts, unusual for you to wear at work but if you're walking you'll have to deal, sweaty jeans are uncomfortable and joggers aren't very cohesive to a work environment. Deciding on a binder made from a breathable swimsuit material for the same reason, sweaty bra is too uncomfortable and bra-less isn't really something you're comfortable with. Grabbing the first shirt you find, it's a black tee with the words “The only man for me is Mothman” printed on it surrounded by little white stars and a chibi lil mothamn.

Looking at your outfit altogether cheers you up. It's casual but cute, not to mention these shorts do a lot for your thighs and butt. But, there's no time to dwell on how handsome you are, you need to grab food and get out the door like ten minutes ago! Grabbing a mask printed with the word 'No' dead center and your headphones you leave your room. With the thought of grabbing Dunkin' before work you settle on a Pedialyte Pop to hold you over during your walk, nausea shouldn't hit you right away anyway. Checking your door was locked, thrice, you started your trek to town.

Most people would complain about having to walk or hike while wearing a mask, often times saying it was hard to breathe under the fabric. But you'd say they just didn't have the right size mask for their face shape. You'd run into a few masks that hadn't been the right shape or size throughout the years but you're thankful that your first three had been perfect. Had they been too big or small you probably wouldn't have fallen in love with wearing masks, they were so comfy and let you interact with people without your voice getting stuck in your throat.

You'd taken to wearing them after high school when you'd taken a job of watching an elderly hospice patient's corgi while her family worked on moving to Virginia and closer to her. Anytime you and little Russel went to visit her you'd had to wear a mask, so instead of wearing the disposables you'd bought a set of three reusable ones.

After noting the change in behavior she mentioned your Autism, she'd been a retired social worker and saw the signs when she met you and after spending nearly 40 hours a week together for half a year she was certain you somehow fell through the cracks. It was a shock to you when she threw out the off handed comment but after stating who your pediatrician was, she was sent into a fit of laughter.

“Anya is a dear and a great surgeon, but I think the cultural barrier has stopped her from diagnosing children for years.” she had said all the while wheezing through the oxygen mask, eyes crinkling in amusement.

She'd sat you down with a list of books to look into and written out all your symptoms, she said if you ever wanted to get tested having the list of symptoms would be more helpful than straight up asking for a diagnosis. Some doctors were too by the book back in the 40s so Autism has rarely been studied in depth. Only in the last decade or so has a movement gained momentum to spread not only a wider awareness of the disorder but also acceptance for it. But to a doctor it would seem like you were grasping for attention at least to anyone who spent less time with you than she had. But without at least six thousand dollars to spend on a piece of paper that confirms what you already know you'll just have to stick to coping by using methods you read about from forums and blogs made by people with Autism rather than their parents or someone who's “very close” to them. And like Mary Anne said before she died, “just because you don't have a diagnosis doesn't mean your symptoms aren't there.”. A statment that reassures you from time to time, when you think you must be faking it for attention. And that somehow you managed to fake tics your whole life.

Snapping out of your memories because you could hardly tell your mask was on, and has been for the past forty minutes or so since you'd finished your pop. It wasn't too hot at the moment and like the previous day Kepler's climate has no humidity whatsoever, a huge change from the coast. Checking the time again on your phone you see the clear white numbers stating boldly that it is eight o' nine. You don't feel any closer to town but figure that's normal when all you've seen is the old over grown road. You feel you should have seen the road leading to town by now, you hope you see it soon or else you'd really over estimated how long it would take to get to town, then you'd be hella late and sweaty. With the way you still had signal to the spotify you doubt you've even made it far enough to reach the dead zone.

Sighing you look down as you walk hoping to maybe find a rock to kick, walking's really boring when there's nothing to explore and you're on a time crunch. A loud honk takes you out of your head and you startle looking up. Doesn't take more than a second before you see a car stopped in the middle of the road in front of you. It's well taken care of for sure but not necessarily new or anything, you don't know too much about cars other than it looks like a black Camry no wait that's the Hyundai symbol. Some type of sedan then.

The back window on your side of the car rolls down and a man leans out and calls to you, you don't hear him at first. Slipping your headphones down to hang around your neck he repeats himself, “Do ya need a ride?” He has a southern accent on the thicker side, not abnormal for West Virginia but you can tell it's not the same dialect, probably from further down. The man has blonde hair styled in that fluffy swooped faux hawk that a lot of gamers had back in 2017/2018. He's got slight thin stubble along his jaw, not quiet five o'clock shadow so he probably has trouble growing facial hair. His eyes are that hazel color everyone wishes they could have, the kinda that had the orangish yellow glow about them. He looks like a fuck boy.

You're nearly ready to point at your mask in an indication of 'no I don't know you creep' when you catch sight of the driver. A boy around your age maybe who looks apathetic, that's not what catches your eye everyone looses the will to live at some point. What draws your attention is the mask he's wearing on his face. He could potentially be like you, or maybe he's just sick and being considerate, or he could have allergies. Whatever the case may be you can't honestly be considering getting into a car with two random men just because one wears a face mask. Hell for all you know they've orchestrated this situation, they could've been watching you analyzing your every move to know that breaking into your car would send you into a state of panic where you wouldn't use your car the next day or two, then you'd be out in the open to kidnap on your walk to town where you couldn't call for help due to being in the dead zone. Why else would they be this far along the old dirt road?

“Ah...miss?” the southern drawl brings you out of your inner ramblings, and the words cause you to bristle.

“I'm not a woman.” you say calmly but firmly.

“Oh, ah sorry sir.” you can't help but huff a laugh at the quick apology, your eyes catch movement through the window. Oh they have a dog with them, a rottweiler at that. Cool kidnappers with a dog, who's wearing a vest how...wait dog in vest oh he must be a service dog. Cool not kidnappers then, just strangers, nice. Seemingly trans allys, slight common ground with the driver, and a service dog it might be safe to engage...or at least humor these men.

“It's fine, I'm They/Them for the record.” You say approaching the car, you make your way to the man leaning out of the window, somehow the presence of a service dog puts you more at ease, especially when the dog only spares you a single glance before his attention's back on the driver, who's not even pretending to pay attention to the two of you. His leg is bouncing up and down, it's not rhythmic and no one's paying attention even as it shakes the car. Probably has ADHD, your dad does that all the time when he's at a stop light, it's a subconscious movement he even does it in waiting rooms or anywhere where he has to sit still really.

“Oh, well sorry 'bout that Mx.” the man in the window stresses the “Mx” but not in the typical fuck boy way, more like he was reinforcing it to himself. “We just saw you walkin' and wanted to see if ya' needed a ride anywhere.” he says.

“If you're going to town, I'd appreciate one, but I wouldn't want to be a bother.” his smile brightens at this but you notice it doesn't reach his eyes, probably just being polite.

“Sure thing, hop on in.” He moves to slide back but you've already opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. Effectively snapping the driver out of whatever haze he was in to look at you, he looks back at his friend with confusion.

“Hi” you say to the driver who gives his own wary 'hey' in response as you buckle yourself in. The driver looked even more apathetic up close, dark eye bags under his eyes that were such a deep brown you couldn't see his pupil he also had that fluffy brown e-boy hair. Not the frizzy hair marketing itself as fluffy but the type that's genuinely fluffy looking forming soft waves in his hair.

If they are kidnappers they're really bad at it, especially if all you have to do to stun them is sit up front in a seat that has the second most control in the car and can escape quicker if the need arises. However, glancing back at the dog you notice his attention's still on the driver, it would be really dumb if a kidnapper brought their service dog with them to do a kidnapping so you're reassured that it's just two southern boys driving through Kepler. And they happened to spot a “damsel” in distress, so they came to the rescue.

“Oh, don't mind Connor he won't bother you. He's here for Toby right now.” The man in the back says and you see the man beside you grip the steering wheel tighter. You nod in response and feel a tickle at the base of your skull, you'll try holding back the tic to not freak the two out.

Just as “Toby” is about to put the car in drive, a bark is heard from the back seat. A frustrated sigh leaves Toby as his hand leaves the gear shift, scowl clear even on his masked face. You guess Toby needs Connor to let him know when he's safe to drive, it's rude to ask about these things but you can't help but guess why that'd be the case.

Another bark leaves Connor right as your head snaps to the right moving back to place, then right, right, up, and right before cracking violently.

“There we go.” you verbalize.

Toby's looking at you in what you can only guess is shock, not the worst reaction you've had to your tics, meanwhile you notice Brian's looking to Connor who's looking directly at you now. Then his head whips around to Toby and he barks, like clockwork Toby's shoulders jerk forwards and his hands jolt up. Connor looks back at you and gives a bark, your head jerks three times cracking your neck two of those times. Connor's gaze is still on you and you know he'll be in an ongoing ping pong game between you and Toby if you keep triggering each other's tics the entire drive, if you'd even be able to get to that point.

“I'm fine, thank you.” you said looking at Connor while holding the sides of your head, trying to as your friend Emonie once said 'keep the bobble head away'.

Thankfully Connor must have had a training course similar to ones you've helped with because he looks away from you and focuses on Toby, who he gives several barks to. Following those barks Toby pops his knuckles and makes a 'mrrwo' sound, sort of imitating a cat, before his head jerks sharply into his knee that jerked up at the same time. You cringe at the sight knowing that must have hurt, hands still firmly pushing your head you see Connor settle down in the back, still on alert but laying down as if to say the muscle spasms have passed. You won't risk removing your hands, you still need a ride into town and this whole situation's put you behind to where you won't make it if you walk now.

“pfft...” you look back to the blonde and he looks ready to burst with laughter from what he just watched. Heat creeping up your face you turn and look away, sure the situation's funny but you don't know these two men and honestly you just feel so embarrassed right now. Especially with last night's incident at the mini mart still fresh in your memory.

“Will you fucking shut up!” Toby barks out, and the blonde tries harder to suppress his laughing fit. Toby glares at his friend before turning his attention back to the road, hand on the gear shift he waits for an alert before putting the car in drive and doing a U-turn back to town.

It's been a while since you've been a passenger in a car, you actually get to take the time to relax and enjoy the passing scenery as Toby drives. He's a surprisingly good driver, most guys his age are speed demons and always want to see how fast they can get away with driving. Toby on the other hand is abiding by the limit even on this open stretch of road with no other cars. But you guess it comes with the territory of needing a service dog to be able to drive, have to abide by the rules. The drive's quiet, you take it as a good thing that the men aren't trying to question or get to know you. If they were kidnappers or up to something nefarious surely they'd be trying to distract you right now with endless chatter to let your guard down. Especially if they'd been watching you and knew what a total chattering encyclopedia you could be when given the right topic. You're gazing out into the window seeing the sign of the town get closer finally when the thought hits you.

“So, your name's Toby, is it short for Tobias?” turning to look at the man, he spares a single side glance with his furrowed brows before responding with an uneasy 'Yea'.

“Cool, sorry if that was a weird question. Tobias is like the best name I've ever heard but I've only met three Tobiases, including you. Could I call you Tobias or do you prefer Toby?”

“I don't really care.” gotta love apathy.

“Cool, cool. Thanks for the ride Tobias!” you chirp out.

“Hey, forgetin' that I'm the one who offered the ride?” The man in the backseat speaks up.

“No, you just never gave me your name. You said Connor's” and ear twitch is all you get such a good boy, “and you said Tobias'. Never mentioned your own.”

“It's Brian, sugar.” you were correct, this man is a fuck boy.

“Yikes, that's gross.”that was a reflex and it was now Toby's turn to laugh at his friend. The man didn't even hide his snickers even had his shoulders bouncing up and down, you think you even caught a mumbled “I won't hesitate bitch”. Meanwhile Brian sat stunned, guess he was used to people finding his nicknames more endearing, meaning he probably meant nothing by it and it was probably the southern accent but it just made you think of the senior men who'd hit on you back before you moved out here.

“Yea don't call me 'sugar', anyway, I'm YN, it's nice to meet you three.” Toby just nods as his laughter dies down a clucking sound resonates from his throat, Brian however goes right back to his friendly persona with a 'good to meet ya.' Again it's slightly off, it doesn't feel like he's trying to be polite...it feels like...you can't put your finger on it but it's familiar. Like when you fake a conversation with Nate or your mother on the days where exhaustion is nearly killing you, but Brian doesn't seem tired or sluggish.

The rest of the drive is relatively quiet as you direct Toby how to maneuver the streets and he parks in the parking lot of Dunkin'. While you were getting out you'd asked the men if you could get them anything from Dunkin' as a thank you for driving you. Brian tried to decline but Toby spoke over him with what “they” wanted.

“Ok cool, can Connor have a pup cup?” unsure if service dogs could have treats while working.

Sparing a glance to the good boy in question Toby shrugged “Yea, he's due for a break any-anyway.” he ends with popping his knuckles. You assume Connor only alerts motor tics when Toby is driving or about to start driving, since that tic didn't get clocked.

You repeat the order to the cashier once inside. You also get a frozen caramel coffee and an iced caramel coffee for you and Nate along with a box of donuts to pick from for the day. When she hands you everything you're able to balance Toby's order on top of your box and your drinks in the other hand. Walking out with the help of the next man coming in, nodding thanks as you pass him, you see Toby leaning against his car with Connor sitting next to him, no vest on.

It's terrifying how well trained Connor is, because the dog you left in the car barely paid you any mind. While this hyper pup's tail is wagging at just the sight of you, his paws lifting slightly in a tiny dance as you get closer. But he doesn't dare move from his sit, looking up at Toby for cues and looking at you who holds his treat. Had you not worn a mask for so long you may have missed the smile Toby gave Connor as he pat the dog's head. The slight crinkles around the edges were a dead give away though. With a quick snap Connor is released from whatever command he'd been held by and runs up to you once you're five feet from them.

Drooling mouth opening and closing in an odd mute bark for a dog this size. You take note of the fact that while he's jumping excitedly and pawing the air he hasn't laid a single paw on you. Whoever trained him knew what they were doing that's for sure. Looking up to Toby you hold the one hand outstretched for him to take his items, a tray with Connor's pup cup and his iced coffee, and a white baggie with three donuts, strawberry glazed, maple glazed, and an apple fritter.

Once he's taken his items you balance your drinks on top of the box. Connor's attention hasn't moved from you even through the exchange. You're a little confused by the pup's antics but he probably thinks he can get a donut off you.

“Sorry bubbie, your dad's got your treat not me.” that dopey little face tilts to the left not understanding you aren't the treat giver at this time. You laugh letting him smell the hand that had the coffee in it so maybe he'd understand you didn't have his treat. He excitedly sniffs you, and gives you a few licks before sitting back right in front of you with a blur of a tail behind him. Such a silly boy, he deserves some chin scritches.

“He's smart, told him you'd give 'im this.” Toby says holding out the pup cup to you, as you bend at an awkward angle balancing food in one hand while scratching his dog with the other.

Connor's a little disappointed when his pets stop but jumps to all fours when he sees the pup cup. His tail is wagging so fast you'd be afraid his butt will fall off, if that was a thing that could happen. You go to put the cup in front of him but Toby stops you.

“Hold on, Connor sit.” As soon as his name was called his bottom was on the ground. “You already know his release word so when you want him to take it just say the release.” He says offhandedly while placing the bag in the passengers seat and his drink in the cup holder. You can hear murmured arguing from inside the car, but choose to ignore it. These guys clearly aren't kidnappers, and if they were it's so stupid to kidnap you in broad day light after you just made a purchase and with literally a street in between you and your work, where your boss is waiting for you.

Placing the cup in front of Connor you didn't think it was possible for him to get any more excited but his tail is now undetectable by the human eye. He looks from his treat to you, back, and back to you. Toby said you already knew the release, and there's only one thing you've said to Connor throughout the trip.

“Thank you.” it's immediate, for such a well mannered service dog on and off duty this pup has no table manners. There is whip cream everywhere it's on the ground, his paws, even behind his head. How on earth did he manage that? This must be Connor's only character flaw because Toby is back with what you can only assume are all the napkins he had received in the donut bag, and service vest under his arm.

Once the pup cup was utterly decimated Connor sat happily, butt wiggling, as his dad wiped the rest of the whip cream off of him. Showing the pup the huge glob he had behind his ear only had him licking it off the napkin before licking his dad's face.

“Wrong.” Toby called, a little bummed the pup calmed down a bit but his tail was still going. Toby paused before he slipped the vest back on Connor. Head jerking back twice he looked over to you.

“You wanna say 'bye'?” you perked at the question, if you had a tail of your own it'd probably be wagging just as fast as Connor's.

Do you want to pet a dog, what kind of question was that? Of course you fucking do. Yea you might be late to work but petting a dog is always worth it. Setting your breakfast and coffee on the hood of the car you bent down with Toby to Connor's level.

If that dog could talk he'd tell everyone you gave the best ear scratches, sure you may have smooshed his wrinkly face a ton. But you were so nice and was that baby coos, ah he loves you new best friend. Connor jumped up when you started cooing and gave you a ton of kisses to the face. You couldn't stop laughing and the repetitive motion triggered a tic. Thankfully your mask was on so Toby couldn't see you tongue poke out repeatedly as you said “bleh” in between giggles.

“Wrong.” he says gently pushing the drooling pup away. Shaking the spit off his hand before scratching the pup under the chin, right where the bottom of his ear met his jaw. The pup instantly melted calming into his handlers touch. With his dog now calm he whistles and Connor is standing up straight, Toby slips the vest over his head and secures it. Connor the puppy has turned back into Connor the good boy working pup.

Grabbing your stuff from the hood of the car you turn to Toby and Connor, “Thanks again for the ride, and for letting me pet your dog.”

You're met with a simple shrug, not much phases Toby you've noticed. Aside from his tics that is.

“See ya later Tobias!” with that you're on your way to cross the street legally, and by that you totally jay walked out into traffic in front of the sheriff. You may have jay walked in front of the sheriff, but he didn't do anything so you're fine.

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