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•°♧ Seth Fluff Alphabet ♧°•

7/7. I'VE DONE I'M FREE IM FREEEEEEEE RELEASE ME FROM MY CAGEEEEEEEE *rattles the cage of my enclosure*

CW: Suggestive

A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)

He is, without a doubt in sight, a loud lover. He's proud to have ya as his partner & he is not afraid to show it. Expect that man to yee his haw everytime he's with you. You make him so happy that I doubt he would contain it.

B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)

He was! He was quite nervous to confess to you since he wasn't sure if you liked him back or not. You guys would throw around playful flirts to each other, but he thought it as silly friendly banter between you two & nothing more than that, which made him more nervous about telling how he feels about you.

He loves you, but for some reason, it hurts so much. Ah, situationships. Everyone's worst enemy when it comes to friends to lovers. Now this is the part where I fucking struggle here since Seth, I don't think, doesn't have his own separate storyline besides Bittersweet & I guess that Camping AU (Which is not canon by the way). For the sake of my sanity, I will be using the Bittersweet storyline with some sprinkles of the Camping AU. Capeesh? Good.

Anyway back to business, he takes you to the bar that you guys met for the first time & practically called you a homewrecker in cowboy terms. He still feels bad about that, lol. You notice that he's a lot more nervous & not showing his confidence demeanor. You ask him, "Hey, you good dude?". His smile says yes, but his eyes & hands are saying no. You catch it since the vibes from him were already like off as fuck.

You take him outside & ask him what's wrong then he just fucking breaks & rants how much he just adores you. He tells you that he was scared that he was just imagining things.

"I love you, I mean it."

He wasn't imagining things, however.

C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship or do they let someone else do the driving?)

I think he would flip-flop between the two. He takes care of you & sets up dates for you two. On the other hand, you do the same & you try to protect him from doing stupid shit sometimes like him seeing a shadow & chasing after it, thinking it's probably Mothman.

D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)

He loves how sweet you are to him. Despite him being a bad boy, which sorta scares people off & also he's a dick time to time, but you still stay by his side regardless of everything. He loves that more than anything.

E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)

He would make some soup for you if you needed it, or he would cuddle you to make you feel better. He would say the most reassuring things like "You're the strongest person I know, Sugar" or "I will gladly take a break with you if ya want."

F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

He would be a bit petty at the start, but of course, being petty doesn't solve a damn thing. It just makes things even worse & since it's you, that's worsens the situation even more. So he gathers up the courage to talk about the fight & how he is sorry.

He hates fighting with you. He hates fighting with everyone, but you're not "everyone." You're his Sugar & he will do anything for you.

G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)

He has a huge collection of cowboy hats. Well, duh, he's a cowboy. However, whenever he puts the hat on you, you look so silly. He likes it when you wear his hats. You look kissable, lol.

H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)

YEEEEEEEEHAWWWWW‼️‼️🤠🤠

Bro already got his stuff in his arms. He can do it he's a big muscle boy. This man has been waiting for this moment. He was just too scared to ask though, but living with you is quite a treat. He enjoys every moment & he's gonna make them all count.

I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)

He likes sweet hearted people, but he also likes it when someone who gives the same energy back in a playful manner. He says a crude joke & you say one back. Just matching eachothers energy is the best thing he could ask from someone.

J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)

Oh, absolutely. IT'S ON SIGHT, my guy. If someone makes you uncomfortable & disrespects your boundaries, that motherfucker is gonna yee his last haw when Seth catches them. However, if it's in a playful manner, like it's someone you know & if you're comfortable with it, he does get jealous, but he's not gonna make a big fuss about it. He just brings you closer to him. You're his, understand?

K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)

Honestly, letting Seth just be Seth. Makes his heart melt into a big country boy puddle.

L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)

Yeah! :D He's a biker guy, so ya'll already KNOW. He enjoys taking you on rides on his motorcycle a lot. It could be just a short ride around town because it's nice to get some fresh air or just a long calming ride to find a spot for camping. He loves it when you hold on to him like just straight up holding on to him for dear life.

"Don't worry, I got ya. Ain't gonna let a sweet thing like you fall off."

M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)

Marriage makes everyone feel nervous. Regardless if you look forward to it or not. Especially Seth. He does enjoy the idea of calling you his spouse, but he's obviously nervous about it. This is one of the most important things in his life & he doesn't want to like fuck up so bad that everything is set on fire bad. He doesn't want to end up like his mama or his dad. He wants to be better. For you & him. It's even worse that this motherfucker is scared of commitment which adds to his fear even more.

His heart is in the right place, that's for sure. He just wants you to be happy & he wants to be the best partner he can be. You already know that because he is.

N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)

Well, he does try to hide his past. He doesn't want you to be involved with the things he did in the past. Besides that, he is pretty honest with you.

O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)

He doesn't have the energy to deal with what he had to deal with. He just wants to lay down with you & cuddle. It makes him feel a bit better when he just talks about his feelings & what's currently making him stress the fuck out. He also really likes it when you rub his back & just say sweet nothings to him. He just falls asleep automatically & honestly, he's not complaining.

P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)

Cryptids. Spooky creatures that lurk all around the world. He doesn't really talk that much about it since he doesn't really have anyone to talk to about it because when he does, he looks like a lunatic & that one meme where that guy has multiple red yarns connecting to everything. You, however, listen to him rant about it & he talks about it a lot with you. He plans that one day, you guys will finally have proof that Mothman exists.

Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)

There was legit one time that you caught him making a huge ass clue board in the garage. This clue board was trying to find the Mothman. You got mad at him since the garage was a complete mess. In the end, you guys found a perfect place to put it. You got him a corkboard to put in your guys bedroom.

R = Romantic (What is their love language?)

Physical Touch. He really loves being cuddled with. He likes back hugs, kisses, your hand on his leg, hugs, you name it. He loves everything about it. He wants to feel you near him. Not only does it protect you & but it also makes him feel very safe. So technically speaking, you're protecting each other.

S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)

He doesn't really have a gift in mind that is truly the best gift ever. Well it's actually finding Mothman, but he wants to find Mothman himself. He wants to be the first person to find Mothman & laugh in the faces who didn't believe him.

However, the best gift he could ask for is already right in front of him. You. You're willing to put up with his dorky antics & his nature is something that he can not get enough of. You guys are practically unstoppable & he loves that. You treat Seth like Seth. Like he can be himself without hiding underneath a mask. All he could ask is for you to stay with him.

T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)

Well, his love language is physical touch. Why wouldn't he like PDA? You gettin' kissies from him all the time, bucko.

U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)

Despite being a massive dork around you, nobody really caught on. Well, you kinda did, but you didn't really think too much of it.

V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)

Honestly, he isn't sure. He hasn't really thought much about the future. However, there is one thing he wants & that's you. If he could spend time with you for the rest of his life, that's something he is looking forward to. Also getting a big ass dog. He loves dogs.

W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)

He almost always forgets to take a shower after coming back from work. You get mad at him & you don't let him join you in the bed until he cleans up. He looks at you with those sad puppy dog eyes.

"Sug, please. 🥺"

But as soon as you offer to join him in the shower, he shuts the hell up & he is already in the bathroom waiting for you.

X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)

Despite being a mechanic, he is pretty good at fixing some things up within the house. He ain't a plummer, but he's pretty good at fixing up the shower. He doesn't really see as anything different from fixing up cars. He just knows what's wrong with it, then boom, good as new.

Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)

He'll probably get bored without you & watch some analog horrors or those YouTube videos that go into true crime. When you come back, expect to find Seth snoring loudly on the couch.

Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)

He likes to hug you from behind as his head is in the crook of your neck. Or you could just hide your face in his boobies. That's an option, too.

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🩷 - THE CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED & IM FREEEEEEEE‼️‼️

Anyway, thank you for sticking with me for this writing challenge. This was a PAIN in the ass to do mostly because SO MUCH SHIT happened to me & stuff has been kicking me in the ass but it is done. I'm free & now as a reward for me, I shall be making my well-deserved trophy.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #seth yuurivoice #fluffy prompt #fluff alphabet #writing #im freeeeee #RELEASE MEE

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Dating Sim

Sam wouldn’t admit it, but she sometimes liked to watch Danny. Not in a creepy way! At least, she didn’t think it was creepy. It wasn’t like she was a stranger. It was just interesting. He didn’t move like other people did. It definitely wasn’t because she thought he looked good or anything like that.

(No matter what Tucker said.)

(She watched plenty of people like this.)

(Not that numbers necessarily meant anything. She guiltily closed the tab open to a google search for polyamory.)

Anyway, Sam was watching Danny as he reentered the computer lab following a ‘bathroom break.’ He had a smear of ectoplasm on the hem of his t-shirt, but no one seemed to notice. Not that it would be very hard to play off even if everyone did. At this point, more people at Casper High had had an encounter with the Fenton Foamer than hadn’t.

This meant that she had a good look at his face when he passed behind Paulina. His expression rapidly went through expressions of surprise, confusion, horror, fascinated disgust, and intense embarrassment. A blush started to creep up his neck, making some of his fainter scars (acne, chicken pox, and childhood mishaps, not ghost fights - he rarely got scars from that) stand out.

Paulina, apparently hearing him behind her, turned around with a scowl. “What are you looking at, loser?”

“Nothing,” squeaked Danny. “I’m just… I’m going, sorry.”

By the time he got to his seat between Sam and Tucker, he was lit up like a neon sign. It was a good thing the computer lab was well-lit. Otherwise, other people might have noticed his literally luminescent blush.

On the other hand, Amity Parkers in general were horribly unobservant. So, who knew?

Danny buried his face in his hands and made a sort of strangled noise.

“Hey,” whispered Tucker, looking over Danny’s hunched back. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. Paulina wasn’t doing the assignment, I take it?”

“No,” moaned Danny. “No, she was not.”

“Love letter to Phantom?” asked Tucker, waggling his eyebrows.

Danny looked up at Tucker. Although Sam could only see a sliver of his face at that angle, he still managed to look haunted, and not the way he usually did, given that he was a ghost.

“You don’t know the half of it,” mumbled Danny. “You have no idea. I’d be happy with a letter.”

Sam did not let it get to her. She poked Danny, rather roughly. “What is it, then? Is she looking at, I don’t know, body builders or something?”

Danny turned to her. “No,” he said. He lowered his voice even further and leaned forward into Sam’s personal space. “It’s a dating sim.”

“Oh… kay?” said Sam, leaning back. “So?”

“A Phantom dating sim.”

“Oh,” said Sam, baffled. “What… what would that even… What?”

“Huh,” said Tucker. “That’d be pretty niche. Wonder who made it.”

Danny let his head thump down onto the desk. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know.”

“Oi!” barked Tetslaff. “You three! Less talking, more working!”

Reluctantly, Sam returned to the assignment.

In Sam’s defense, she was curious, and everyone knows what people say about curiosity.

(Satisfaction probably wasn’t what brought Danny back, though. All things considered.)

So. She went ahead and looked up dating sims with Danny Phantom in them.

There were… more than she expected. She scrolled down. He was apparently in at least three dedicated to various cryptids, and those ranged from silly and irreverent to full horror… Sam wasn’t exactly a dating sim kind of person, but wow. Mothman was popular, huh. Wasn’t the Fresno Nightcrawler just a pair of legs or something? Okay, and that one was for famous ghosts and hauntings… but also set at a high school… okay. Whatever. Okay. That one was Amity Park ghosts only, and it had either been commissioned by Vlad himself or that artist had been really thirsty for the Wisconsin ghost. She did not want to know which one.

“This,” mumbled Sam to herself as she kept scrolling through the results, “this feels illegal. This… It is illegal, right? Illegal. Illegal.”

She didn’t know if she was referring to looking up dating sims about her best friend, or the way these video game people kept using the names and likenesses of dead people to promote their products.

Both were sort of gross.

Would Sam be able to look Danny in the eye tomorrow morning? Who knew! Either way, she was sure glad they hadn’t scheduled a patrol for tonight.

“Oh my gosh, this is horrible.”

Danny could never know. Given how embarrassed he’d been just finding out they existed, he’d combust.

Sam’s phone rang and she practically threw herself off her computer chair in surprise.

“Not Danny,” she muttered as she groped for the phone. “Not Danny, not Danny, not Danny.” She looked at the caller ID and let out a sigh of relief. “Tucker!” she said, more loudly than she really should. “What’s up?”

“You looked it up, didn’t you?”

“No!” said Sam, quickly. “I, um. Looked what up?”

“Come on, I looked it up, too. Phantom dating sims.”

“Maybe,” said Sam.

Tucker snickered. “You’re going to admit you like him someday.”

“Shut up. Why are you calling me?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I’ve found the one Paulina was on. And it is hilarious. I’m going to send you the link, but you need to be cool about it, okay?”

“Between the two of us, you think I’m the one who’s going to be uncool?”

“Ouch. But, anyway, it’s on its way to your inbox. I need you to play it, because if I don’t have someone to talk about it with, I’m going to lose it.”

“Wait, wait, what do you mean by hilarious, exactly? Is this, like, a so-bad-it’s-good type of deal?”

“Oh, no. They put a lot of effort into it. Did their research. Tried really hard. Go ahead, look at it, you’ll see what I mean. Go ahead and play it, then call me back.”

“Fine, fine,” said Sam, navigating to his link. “Bye.”

Sam did indeed see what he meant.

She called Tucker back.

“Hey,” he said, “what part are you on?”

Sam wheezed in response.

“I told you it was funny.”

“What era do they think he’s from? Would that I could but hold thee without stealing thy breath, for thou art of life but I have long been of the grave? Really? Really?”

“Ancient Rome, I think? That’s what the laurels are for in his ‘true form,’ I’m pretty sure.”

“There’s just. So much going on here,” said Sam. “What’s with the volunteering at the hospital subplot? The narration is getting really weird over some of those coma patients.”

“Oh, that’s because there’s a secret ending where you can get Phantom to possess someone who’s brain dead.”

“That’s so unethical.”

“I don’t think dating sims are all that concerned over ethics. Have you gotten to the part where he invites the main character to a date in some gothic mansion? I think it might be based off Vlad’s. Can you imagine Danny breaking into Vlad’s mansion for a date?”

“The worst thing is that I can.”

“Most in-character thing in this whole mess. Like… You weren’t wrong, but knowing Danny…”

“Yeah, that whole ‘master of the spiritual arts’ thing. I’ve seen Danny run into so many walls. Just. So many.”

“I know,” whispered Sam into the phone. “I’m going to have to call out sick tomorrow or something. I won’t be able to look Danny in the eye without laughing.”

“I know what you mean. I will never be able to forget sparkly anime chariot enthusiast inverse tuxedo Danny. Don’t you love that art?”

“Where did the chariot thing even come from? Is it because they thought he wouldn’t understand cars or…?”

“Wait ‘til you get to the ‘disguised at the theme park’ arc.”

“I shouldn’t,” said Sam. “I should go to bed. I should go to bed and never think or speak of this again.”

“Yeah,” said Tucker. “Same. But you’re not, are you? You’re invested.”

“I kind of want to do a bad ending. Does my soul get eaten?”

“Hey,” said Tucker, “want to know the worst thing?”

“What?”

“They’re making a sequel.”

“Oh, no. No. This is already bad enough. We can’t do that to Danny. We’re his friends.”

“I think that makes it so we have to do it to Danny.” Tucker snorted. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“I sent him the link.”

“Tucker! No! You’ll kill him!”

Tucker cackled.

Danny turned off the family computer, then turned to face Jazz. “We’re never speaking of this again.”

“You know, googling yourself is a completely reasonable thing to do,” said Jazz soothingly.

“Not speaking of it.” He picked up the computer.

“Uh,” said Jazz. “I need that for my homework.”

“No,” said Danny, carrying it to the portal with a crazed look in his eye. “It needs to burn.”

“Danny!”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2022 #dannymay 2022 day 14: simulation

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sugarakis-p2 · 1 year

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AKADMD Ch. 25

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, Dabi and Lyra fluffy smuts, death, references to knotting, cussing

Captured by the Order is not so bad. Things come to a head as You fight and struggle for your people. Worse, you go into labor.

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

Ch24 < previous chapter

Chapter 25

The cell was nice as far as cold stone goes.

"It would have been better had we killed the children and made a stand against the Mothmen invaders. They are not that innocent, and those Mothmen were not your people," Your sister, Imogene, huffed, pacing. Scratching at her eye scars, she plops down next to you. Gently you moved her hand away from her eye.

"Scratching only makes it worse. Then it burns. I see things with this eye. What I saw made me think this is our best chance," you tell her.

"Lucky. I can't see anything out of this eye anymore. I hope it's worth it. I hope you're right. It's been an entire day. You felt those tremors? Those tremors are explosions. They always blame strangers. We are the strangers," Imogene snarked.

"Family is always worth taking a chance on. Is that not how mom raised us?" You shrugged. Casually changing the subject. There was no point in doubting yourself now. Rubbing your belly. A few hands or feet pressed against your palm. It felt like playing a game when they are not even born. You want to cry. They are so beautiful, and you haven't seen them yet. You had to stop. Otherwise, you will end up bawling.

"You barely remember her. But yes. Those were her views. Did Maude teach you that?"

"Maude and the book she left to me. Mama left a lot of little messages in it. Do you know why she named me differently from the rest of you? I've never been able to figure that out," you tell her. She looks around, then leans in.

"Because it was Pa who named you. You were his pride. Then mom died, and he gave up," Imogene shrugged. Sitting there in the cold, it is easy to mull over your past. Regrets and grief bubble to the surface. Maude scolds you for feeling pity for such a pathetic man.

"At least Shigaraki fights for what is his," Maude harrumphed in your head. Shut up! You viciously thought. You agreed, but you want it to be your thought. Not Maude's.

"I have been hearing and seeing Maude in my mind since her passing," you tell her. She should know you are going crazy. Imogene looked guilty as she stopped scratching.

"Maude is in a coma," Imogene said quickly. You process this news and are not sure if Imogene is lying to you to keep you sane or if it's true. You decide it doesn't matter in the here and now. You sign to Imogene you loved her and thank you for telling you. Blood welled in your black eye.

You felt numb around Shigaraki at first. You knew he was evil and wanted to survive. Slowly seeing a spurting open wound, you did everything possible to please him. At the center, a lonely black need to be loved and accepted. You saw yourself echo in Shigaraki and thought Maude was wrong. Love is possible. It was when he beamed with pride, and doted on you, the same way Pa used to before Mama died, is when you started to feel a healing in you begin.

"And then he got greedy and killed me. I haunt you because I have always loved you more. Because I worry for my precious little sister. Your heart will break, and you will head down the same path as Pa. You carry the last of Mama's spark. Pa was weak. He had to go. Ask Imogene," Maude coaxed in her soothing lullaby tones.

You're not even dead! The weak have no rights. I'm not weak. What? Maude is a voice in your head. One that you thought had disappeared when you discovered Maude was alive. How can she know something you don't know? Your face twisted in confusion as you turned to Imogene.

"D-d-d-did Adam or Maude kill-," your question breaks off when two men stop before the cell and peer in. The orders robes are starting to rankle you. A dying yellowed-haired man and a sleepy dark-haired one had a minor exchange before entering.

"Can the wingless queen follow us?" The dying man asked. The both of you scoff. The grubs stirred at his voice.

"But of course," you and Imogene respond simultaneously. You force yourself not to stare at your sister with the same dumbfounded look the men give you. A lot of surprises today. More importantly, ignoring the grubs. You can't let them know you're the one that's pregnant.

"Just the queen," he nervously chuckled. The grubs writhed at the sound of his voice.

"Impossible and unreasonable. It would be foolish to allow myself to be separated from the caregiver of my expectant condition," Imogene said. I shudder to think that Shigaraki might not notice if I'm gone. Imogene is that good.

"Or is the Order that fearful of a wingless Queen we must be treated like animals? You would think hundreds against two would be proper caution. Oh, how mighty," you pick up where she left off. The dark-haired one puts his hand on the dying one's shoulder and steps forward.

"I'm Aizawa. This is Toshinori, a member of the orders counsel board. Forgive our mistreatment. Of course, your guest can join us for a meal. Please follow us," He gestures. Imogene helps lift you, and you waddle down the hall after them. You will be so happy to get them out. The grubs are starting to get uppity inside you again. You signal Imogene to be on guard, both waddling after the men.

They seat you at a much shorter table for the Counsel can look down at you. A least an audience of 300 watched to witness the Counsel's mercy. The table is covered in delectables you cannot resist. See their mercy? They gave you a feast for a last meal. These people are backward. You shovel food in your mouth in the most un-ladylike fashion. Not that it could be helped. They only gave you spoons. Who knows when these pious monsters will feed you again? Your sister mimics you. Pouring water for you while you give her a roll you know she'll like. Your sister's mimicry makes you feel closer to her. It's sick, considering what you like most about Imogene is yourself. Upon reflection, maybe not. Maybe it's normal to love in many different ways.

"Don't worry. I like being you too," Imogene signed. You giggled at the shared secret. But began to consider how much of a lousy sister you are. Imogene knows you. However, she is an outsider to you.

"You are a most brattish sister. Extremely lazy. Didn't even take my lessons on manipulation to heart," Maude tsked. Lazy. Manipulation. You consider them closely.

They watched and waited until you had your fill. You've never seen these people before. Although, you recognize the high priestess from her mural at the church. Madam President, the only female member of the Order allowed to cut her hair. You assume the smug fool in a crown next to her is the king. They wait until you've had your fill before addressing you both.

"The crimes of the Wingless Queen are many," Madam president started when you interrupted.

"I like that title. Very appropriate. I'm assuming it's from Lyra. Where is she, by the way?" You ask, enjoying a large slice of strawberry and chocolate cake. You will have to steal the baker. It was odd feeding yourself. It was childish, but it made you smile when you thought of Shiggy. President scrunches her face in disapproval and annoyance at your interruption. Maude approved. Madam President continued by prattling off your many crimes, rage burning in President's eyes, much to your amusement. Not as good as the cake your sharing with Imogene, "What is the deviancy charge for again?"

"Copulation with a magical beast without the blessing of the king," She stated matter of fact. A seething rage boiled in your brain until you felt like you might explode. Maude's voice is niggling in the back.

"Some queen, if you let this bitch bully you. Mocking your king. Mocking your offspring. Do you think they will parade them around like the angel of the Order?" Maude taunted.

"That's rich. You recognize me as a Queen but not Shigaraki as a King? How arrogant to think you hold domain over all the magical beings. As for your other absurd charges, I don't recognize you as an authority to charge me with anything," you hiss back to Madam President. These people. A seething was twisting in you. The grubs are quiet as you let it knot in you.

"I know one of you is my Senpai. One of you has served the Order as a loyal member in the same high Order. It's for her we have not charged the wingless Queen," The calm voice of Hawks pipes up. The Angel of the Order is someone they parade around to reaffirm their divine authority. Imogene points at him and signs to you that one is not to be trusted. Watch out for him.

"Are we going to pretend that man is nothing more than someone you manufactured to control the gullible masses? I will tell you what your charges are," Imogene laughs. You pick up where she left off. Both work in tandem. Confusing the audience more.

"Only my charges have already had severe consequences. You murdered my mother. You murdered my siblings. You killed off a quarter of our village yearly with your greed. Then the worse atrocity. You tout beings like Hawks and other Knights as saviors and morale when you are a plague on our existence, rotting our society into obedience and apathy. It was easy for my family and our people to hate you. You have stolen our hopes, dreams, and lives. You moved the mana lines in your favor, and you've even stolen our nights," You spat at them like venom. Several of the Counsel shift uncomfortably. I take note. Those ones need to be removed. They knew about the curse, the one that prolonged the daylight. You rise and curse them. The timing is perfect as the earth rumbles beneath your feet.

"You WILL restore night and day equally. You will give us our lands, from the farm wastes to the black pit forests. You will release any captives you have, including Lyra and Kurogiri. Only then will we consider not wiping you out. Leave us alone. That is reasonable. That is the only way we will heal," you demanded of them.

Mera slammed an orb on the table, ordering for silence, as a ripple went through the crowd. Several looked as if they were about to chuckle when explosions reigned dust and debris from the ceiling, ruining the rest of the cake. The day turned to night. You and Imogene bellow in delight at their shocked and frightened eyes. The dragon and oracle of the blue rose scream in panic. They know their precious stone is taken. You sign for Imogene to close her eyes. She squeezes them shut and clutches a spoon.

"I sentence you!" You screamed, a burning hot pain shooting through your head as you forced your eye open. Releasing the knot that had been tightening the moment you entered this room. Pouring all your hurt, pain, and rage as you bend the evil eye to your will. It's your power, "Hate each other as much as you hate us! Feel our suffering!"

A hot jet of blood gushed down your face from your eye. The black descended on the mock court. A massive explosion rocked the earth. People screamed. The dying man shot up and stopped the roof from coming down. Imogene pounced on Aizawa, digging her spoon in a scooping out his eye.

"I'm sorry, sensei. But you will not stop my little sister!" Imogene shouted in the chaos. You thought the sudden movement in the room was the crowd trying to flee for the exits. It was for some. Others were trying to kill each other. Hawks had murdered Madam President. His eyes widen in shock at himself. If they just had some love for us , you thought in wonderment. Imogene grabbed your wrist and stumbled with you to where you came from.

"It seems in your best interest to treat your future Queen well," Imogene cackled behind us, "My mate does not take kindly to sharing my attention."

"So true!" you beam with pride at Imogene. Looking out to the sky. Your heart is swelling thinking of Shigaraki. He's alive and will be coming for you. Suddenly your knees weakened. A sharp jagged pain shot down your middle. Hot fluid gushed between your legs. Puddling around your knees. Imogene held your hand in frozen shock.

"What's happening?" you whimpered to her. Her mouth dropped open, then snapped shut as she steeled herself and wrapped your arm over her shoulder. Lifting and forcing you to walk on your wobbly legs like a newborn faun.

"You're going into labor," she growled. Dragging you as a horrid thought popped into your head. Your heart sank. It was too soon.

"The price of magic," you sobbed. Imogene paled, and that was all the answer you needed. Shiggy had warned you, but you didn't listen.

"You can't give birth here. The hospital is nearby," Imogene grunted.

Shigaraki lay there dying. His vision rapidly faded into blackness. Partially because he had used the Azure rose. The cluster of sapphire crystals that formed a spiral did resemble an abstract rose. He examined it in the last of the sunlight. It is like his perfection. I chill ran through him. That would be his only regret. He never liked anything enough to want to live before. It made him hate this world more. To give him something to live for, only to have it taken away. But he is sure he will see her again. He will wait and claw to you if his life mate is sent elsewhere. His wingless butterfly flew high without wings. Even in his last moments, he is hungry to press his hard body against your soft one and melt in you.

Shigaraki stared at the sky. He wasn't going to destroy everything. Keeping his word to you was part of his motivation. But when the Order took you, they signed their death contract. He grins. Satisfied that he created perpetual night. That will end everything painfully slow for the Order. He hopes they start to eat each other. That made him chuckle, and he gripped his side as he coughed blood. Four eyes blink down at him in frustration.

"You bastard! The child cannot live without the sun. Even the moon knew that!" Darvish growls pacing. He swiftly bends and snatches the Azure rose from his hand. Twisting it, screaming, trying to get it to work. Shigaraki laughed harder and spurted more blood.

"I guess you'll have to save me if you want to live. Such a shame you will never have my mate," He spat, spraying Darvish with his blood. Darvish jerked in disgust and growled. This was ruining his plans. After his personal meeting with the moonbeam, he wanted her. Wanted to break her. Feel her wrapped around his knot. They had not expected The Order to request aid from other kingdoms.

Stars and stripes came from a highly militant and wealthy kingdom. They had been doing so well. The woman was a fierce warrior, trained in the art of combat since she was a child. Star was tall and muscular, her long blonde hair quaffed to resemble her mentor. The Pillar of light; All Might. She wore high shined, red, white, and blue armor covering her from head to toe, and her hands were wrapped in thick red gloves. Stars smiled at them from her perch onto a pile of Nomu corpses.

"I think we can both take her," Darvish panted, wiping gore from his right eyes. Shigaraki grinned sickly, his body itching for a fight.

"Secure the blue crystal in that room. All I need is one touch," Shigaraki snarled. Darvish left him to die. The man was a monster, tearing into every human he met like a raw steak. Darvish is more than happy to kill them both and keep the glory for himself.

"Are you going to keep a lady waiting?" Star smirked.

"Not one so tacky. Ugly colors," Shigaraki rasped in broken human tongue. The two combatants circle each other warily. Shigaraki's claws extended and ready to strike. Crouched low, wings quivering, prepared to flit and dodge. They move with deadly grace, each looking for an opening in the other's defenses.

Darvish growls in annoyance. Not the first time today. A wizard key. He hates these things. Darvish kicks the door, but it's magically fortified. Only solving the stupid puzzle allows you to enter.

"Keep her entertained. This will take me a moment," Darvish chittered over his shoulder. Suddenly, Shigaraki lunges forward, slashing with his claws. The other dodges the attack and retaliates with a swift kick to the stomach. The Shigaraki staggers back but quickly regains his footing and retaliates with a flurry of swipes and jabs. The second fighter blocks each attack with their claws but is unable to land a hit of their own.

“Are you Tomura Shigaraki?” The woman asked. Panting and bleeding where his claws had made contact.

"What of it?" He snarled and swiped low. Missing again. Darvish rearranges the blocks on the door randomly. The fight continues for several minutes, with both fighters displaying remarkable agility and skill. Finally, Shigaraki manages to land a lucky strike, slicing Star's arm. She cries out in pain and falls to the ground. He snarled and growled as he advanced on the woman, his eyes blazing with rage.

The woman stood her ground, rising last moment, twisting and bringing her fist down on his shoulder. Clipping his wing. Her eyes never left his face. She raised her fists and prepared to fight as he quickly spun to meet her. The fight was intense and bloody, with both combatants slashing at each other. They moved around the room, dodging and weaving, trying to get the upper hand. Blood flew through the air as Shigaraki clawed and scratched at her armor's weak spots. Frustrated, he has been unable to get all five fingers on her.

He lunged forward, slashing at the woman with his claws. She blocked the attack with her arms and countered with a powerful punch to the chest. He stumbled back but quickly recovered and lunged again. This time, the woman was ready. She dodged his attack and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach. Shigaraki stumbled back again, feeling some of his ribs crack. She was on him, pummeling him bloody, but this time he didn't get up. The woman had won the fight. She stood over him, panting and covered in blood, as he lay defeated, motionless on the ground.

"You should have used your ability," she panted. Bending down and grabbing Shigaraki's face. It made him wonder what she thought his magic was. Not that it mattered. He quickly reached up, wrapping all five fingers around her wrist.

"Don't worry. I did," Shigaraki graveled. The woman said something perplexing him and saluted as she faded into dust. He has never been so happy to be mixed up with Dabi again. Stupid woman, he thought as Darvish helped him to the Azure rose, leaving a trail of blood it dripped from every orifice. Finally, managing to open the door and be useful. Shigaraki is not stupid. Of course, Darvish would let him die. But he had no idea why he wanted the shiny bobble. He had assumed to bring to his mate as a boon.

When Shigaraki had plunged them into the night. It left Darvish with no choice but to save him. Leading them to this moment.

"Not even my doctors can save you. Reverse this. Your moonbeam will die too. I see no motivation to help you. Reverse this so your offspring can live on or don't, and I still snare your female. What do I care for the lands after I'm dead? Reverse this for their sake," Darvish demanded.

"Your doctors couldn't, but mine can. Deliver me to my doctor, fetch my moonbeam, and I will consider allowing you into her harem," Shigaraki graveled. A concession he did not want to make.

"Guarantee me a spot," Darvish quickly jumped on the offer.

"I can guarantee you a political position. Can we hurry? I am dying," Shigaraki spat more blood.

"Unbreakable promise," Darvish insisted. The bastard, he thinks. He can't blame him. It doesn't matter to Shigaraki. The curse he made with you is still creeping into his heart. Honestly, it's what he would have done. Darvish clings to him, waking him up long enough to give the Nomu orders. His instincts rage at him.

That woman did something to us!

So what? She's dead.

We should be the ones rescuing our mate!

Yes. We should be. But our perfection will understand more than anyone why I did what I did.

A harem! You created a harem for her! She will be enraged!

We will add it to her current rage. What will she do? As long as she's ours, she will not leave us.

How much do you think she will tolerate? His instincts snorted, crawling around in his mind, fretting over what that woman did.

That was the question he didn't want an answer to. Later, after Darvish brings back his mate, he will be flawless for you and the grubs. After his family, he did not think he would want one. He didn't really care about living. Now that he has you. That has changed. He groans, thinking of the curse. It was fine until Lyra took the children. That bitch. That's a problem for later, like Darvish. He will fulfill his part of the deal. Then kill him later. His instincts liked this plan.

The day before Adam yanked Lyra along with cruelty digging his nails into her tender flesh. Carefully hiding timed charges along the way. There was already plenty of chaos reining in the streets with Dabi.

"Adam?" Lyra dared to squeak. He stopped and shot her a look of pure hatred. She almost didn't continue. But she couldn't help herself, "Is Ur alive? Is she alright?"

"What do you care? Traitor. Betrayer," He hissed. Narrowing his eyes ominously. She could feel his desire to hurt her radiate off him.

"She told me to run! What if she failed? Was I supposed to leave the kids there at that monster's mercy? You tell me, Adam? What would you have done?" She sobbed. She touched her face in surprise, pulling her fingers away, wet with salty tears. It was a new experience for her. She has never been this emotional. Adam swiftly backhanded her across her jaw. She gripped her jaw, throbbing in a burst of pain. She tried to step away in shock and fear. His pick shot out and hooked behind her neck, pulling her back to him.

"She's alive. No thanks to you. I would have stayed. You are a healer. I would have stayed, had faith, and tried to help the ones I love. Dabi would have punished you but nothing compared to what the Order has done. You always planned to betray us. Tell me I'm wrong," Adam seethed.

"I wanted to save Dabi too. He can not win a fight against his family. I don't want to see any of them die," she sniffled. Adam made a disgusted sound.

"No faith. The greatest sin a member of the Order can commit," he spat at her.

That sent a jolt of emotions through her. Lyra trembled. What did she or anyone gain from this? She wanted to save humanity and warn them of the Mothmen. A species none of them took seriously. They stole her book, called her a whore, stripped her of her rank, and took the children away. The Todoroki family had fought to keep them, and the Order refused. Without rhyme or reason, yes, Endeavor was not good around children, but the older sister tried. Something about humans mixing with magical species was not sanctioned. If Shoto's family had not taken her in, she would be on the streets. But more importantly, how did Adam know a core tenant of the Order well enough to know that would rock her.

"Are there more spies here?" she stupidly asked. She scolded herself. You have told her plenty of times her mouth gets her in trouble. She tried harder for you, but the lesson has never been rooted. Her family must be right. There is something wrong with her.

"Pull that silver spoon out of your ass. Did it seem like any of the humans at the hive had a love for the Order? We kill zealots. I killed my brother and pretended to be him for my revenge on the Order. We were always going to win because it takes a village. Now point to the children before I lose my temper," He growled, swinging her in front of him with his pickaxe. The pick part pressed painfully across her chest. He was deathly good with his tool of the trade.

Lyra weakly pointed. The streets are in chaos. Heroes are swarming everywhere, but no one seems to be noticing them. She quickly looks at Adam's mana aura. It's not strong, but it would explain a few things. She had never bothered to check yours, feeling immediately that your aura was extremely weak the first day she met you. That changed after the eye.

"Your family seems to have a way with manipulation," she panted, leading the way.

"A gift from our mother. Maude has all the natural talent. Quit trying to get information to tell your friends at the Order," Adam sneered. Lyra whirled on him.

"They are clearly not my friends. I fulfilled my promise to Regina. A woman I saw raped to death by Shigaraki, by the way. They did exactly as Shigaraki said they would. They changed my name to Lyle and published an edited version demonizing the entire Mothmen race," Lyra growled at him. Adam's features twisted into concern.

"Shigaraki raped your friend to death? How so?"

"He punctured her intestines. Which leads to sepsis and a full body shutdown. She died slowly with those two mentally torturing her-" Lyra trailed off. Suddenly realizing what she is saying, and moves on to the Order, "They edited everything. Editing out the family structure and the social impact of humans." Adam dragged her to a side alley.

"Social impact of humans? My little sister is bonded to a monster that raped a woman to death. What has he done to my sister?" he hissed.

"Nothing too harsh. Nothing Shigaraki hasn't paid for," She says quickly. Knowing your family values an eye for an eye.

"What did he do to my sister?" he asked again.

"Adam. Whatever you are thinking. Stop. The whole point of my thesis is we shouldn't be separating ourselves. We improve each other. They are devoted, and none of us want to be in a world where Shigaraki is separated from his mate. The man is wrath personified," She stood firm on this. Adam bit his lip, mulling her words before gesturing with his head she needed to get moving. The girls were easy to get. They went to a wealthy family.

"Put your hood up and don't say anything," He told Lyra. She watched as everyone ignored them. He looked like he belonged. Which is how he must have tricked the villagers he grew up with that he was his brother. Whom he killed. Lyra shudders. Do you know this about Adam? Maude must have known. All Adam had to do was call the girls, and they ran to him.

"We were so scared. They took us away from Aunty Lyra. Is big sister ok?" they wept and whined until Adam reassured them everything was ok. He kept an eye on Lyra the entire time. It will be difficult for him to watch her and the kids.

"Adam. You can't take the girls to find the boys. We should hide them. My family home should be safe," She whispered.

"No. Not with you. With people I can trust," he hissed. They traveled to some wine cellar. Where Mr. Duskin and Suki were waiting. Lyra's fear ratcheting new heights. She was stuffed in a hole with people she was sure would want her dead. She was about to defend herself When Suki threw herself at Suki in a tight embrace.

"When we head the Order used the chaos of the MLA fight to kidnap you and the children. We feared the worst. How you saved the kids from MLA invaders by convincing them to take the children. We knew it was time to band together and rescue you," Suki wept. Lyra stood there stupefied for a few moments before responding in a way that would have made you proud.

"I tried to keep them together. I knew you would come for me. I am so relieved," Lyra strained to sputter out. Her eyes shoot to Adam, who doesn't correct them. The children only knew of the war and the sounds coming from the other room. John wanted to leave before he had to see Shigaraki.

"What game are you playing at Adam?" She asked him when she cornered him alone.

"My sister and Dabi want you back, lost little apostate. They gave you a way back. Try not to get lost. Because if we cross paths outside the hive again. I will do awful things to you," he hissed sweetly to her.

"I won't. I know where they sent John and Peter. They placed them in the crystal mines. They have John handling dynamite because he can't hear well. Peter is with him. The mines are incredibly dangerous. You will need me. We grab the boys. Grab Kurogiri, and leave for home," Lyra husked on the verge of tears. She is going to take the way back.

"That's the plan. I must be able to trust you will not run with the girls. That you will meet us at the designated place to go home," Adam said sternly. Lyra agreed to anything.

The next day she hid with the girls. Watching at a distance in case she needed to intervene, despite Adam telling her not to. Because one way or another, she will arrive in front of you with what she took.

Adam walks to the entrance in his full mining gear. But even while he looked like he belonged the security tried to stop him. The magic users desperately need the crystals to create support and suppression items. Adam erupts into chaos and violence. Adam is a man that stands in the center of the cave, wielding a pickaxe with both hands and demanding all of the attention.

His face is twisted in rage, and his eyes are wild. He swings the pickaxe wildly, smashing it into the walls, crates, and equipment around him. Shards of wood and dirt fly everywhere as he continues his rampage. The crowd is getting too large for the heroes here to control. Many must have left to deal with the mess of Dabi. They spot the boys at the same time. That is when Adam changes.

He screams out in rage as he swings the pickaxe, seemingly oblivious to the destruction he is causing. Until the heroes realized too late that he had set up a smoke screen. Using the flat end to fling dirt in the strongest one's eyes, hooking him behind the neck, yanking them down to viciously stomp his face in. He systematically took out every single one he came across. Adam would swing, either driving the pick end into them, it doesn't matter where. The head, the ribs, punching the lungs, going through the arms, crushing bones and tearing sinew, dropping heroes to the ground. Pulling them down to crush them under his bloody boots. Bashing with either end.

When a hero got in close Adam swiftly changed his grip and poked out eyes with vicious little jabs. She had never seen a man fight with a pickaxe. She had never seen war before. A trail of destruction and broken bodies littered the way to his brothers. Adam's clothes are tattered, stained with sweat and blood his breathing is labored. He falls to his knees as the boys embrace him. The other children release themselves, crowding around Adam as the adults run. It was gruesome. It was violent. The Order doesn't know what they are facing. Adam, Maude, and you are all commoners. Commoners with a grit and determination that is unparalleled and not found amongst the Order she's been raised in.

"Adam! Is he ok, Aunt Lyra?" Mabel asked. Lyra grabbed her hand and moved. Carrying Beth and Jan trailing behind Mabel. There were a few confused looks as she ran past the heroes to Adam.

"Hold still," She ordered him as she used her spell to help him. He wasn't injured but his exhaustion was just as crippling. John was signing with his hands fast. Too fast for her to understand, "John? What is it?"

Adam translated.

"Shoto's sister came looking for you. She dropped off muffins and reassured them they were still fighting to adopt them. But she really needed you because there were rumors that the wingless Queen was captured and Dabi was extremely burned during his fight yesterday. Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" Adam roared. He looked crazed as he looked towards the capital building. Very likely where they are holding you. Lyra was processing the information and forming a plan. When a series of explosions rumbled the ground.

"They have my little sister. The capital building will be lit up like a roman candle!"

"I need to help Dabi. He will be at the Todoroki estate. It's a safe place from the bombs," She said, leading the way.

"I have to save my little sister. Even if it's one of my other sisters in disguise. I cannot leave them to die," Adam growled.

"You'll need a way in. Shoto still has a good standing. Use him to disarm the bombs," Lyra panted.

"We can help. We are experts. Please, take us with you," A small voice said.

"I'm not leaving these kids here," John lisped. Lyra looked to Adam, who was visibly shaken and chewing his lip bloody.

"Normally I would ask a six-year-old to help me with dynamite. But I don't see another way," Adam mumbled.

"Of course! Whatever! Let's just move. Now!" She shouted as she ran.

When they arrived, they were panting, exhausted messes. Adam guides them through routes not to get killed. Fuyumi, Shoto's sister danced nervously at the door when Adam pushed his way in.

"My goodness Fuyumi, you're already harboring a criminal," Lyra huffed.

"Sorry, ma'am," Adam smiled charmingly. Fuyumi blushed, and it took a moment for Lyra to catch on. Shoto popped out from a back room. Wide-eyed at first.

"Shoto. Help Adam disarm bombs at the capital, and I will start to heal Dabi. I know how much you want redemption for your brother," Lyra said quickly. Running to the kitchen to swiftly make a fortification elixir for them. Shoto immediately agreed.

"Are there any more bombs in the city?" Shoto had asked. Lyra was about to warn him. But it wasn't necessary. Adam smiled sweetly, his gloved hand, resting on top of his blood-stained pickaxe.

"What of it?" Adam asked gleefully. Shoto's eyes landed on it, Adam's cheerful face, then Lyra's worried face.

"Nothing. Happy to be saving lives," Shoto said monotoned.

When they left, she went to Dabi, leaving the kids under Fuyumi's care. She gasped and almost dropped the hot water she was carrying when she saw Dabi.

"How are you alive?" She wept. His jaw was barely hanging on. His lips missing, piled under blankets, and in a robe up to his neck.

"Lyra," He husked.

"Don't talk," She fretted. Soaking bandages and looking up spells. Lyra didn't know he had moved until he turned her to face him.

"Heal me, Lyra," he rasped. Pressing his teeth against her lips until they part to let his tongue snake in. She was taken aback by Dabi's passionate kiss, but Lyra could feel the heat radiating from his skin. She could tell he had been through a lot, yet here he was, showing her such tenderness and love. She felt a deep connection with him and returned his kiss with equal passion.

He slowly reaches out and gently takes her hands in his, caressing them. Dabi pulled her towards the bed, shoving her down, looking into her eyes. He leans down and nibbles her softly on the lips, his hands moving up to her face, cupping it tenderly. Tears are in her eyes. He is so burned his wings are stunted burnt nubs.

He moves his hands down her body, neck, and breasts, exploring her curves and contours. His touch is gentle and loving as he tweaks her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He brushes his lips down to her neck, kissing and nibbling as he goes. He moves lower, exploring her body with his hot hands and mouth. Forcing her to part her legs with a whimper. He takes his time, savoring every moment and little whine she makes. His touch is passionate and hot, yet gentle. His tongue lathes over his bite mark sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Lyra. It has been too long after the blood binding. It's painful. I spared this part of my body for you," he graveled. Finally, he unrobed and licked back up to her face and gazed into her eyes with his icy blues. His hips wedge between her shaking thighs. He trills lovingly at her and they share a tender embrace before they make love for the first time. Their bodies intertwined his large pierced cock rubbing and slicking himself over her drooling sex. Their breathing became more and more labored. Moves his hands lower, caressing her inner thighs and teasing her most sensitive areas. She gasps in pleasure as his touch sends waves of desire through her body. He moves his fingers in circles, increasing the intensity of the sensations until she is trembling with anticipation, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. His tongue moves down her neck, sending shivers of delight through her body.

"I chose you. Do you remember?" She asked surprisingly. He wraps his arms around her. Running his claws in her hair.

"I never forgot. Lyra," He graveled. Moving his body closer to hers, pressing his hardness against her softness. She opened herself to him. He slid into her tight pussy with a groaning chirp. She hates and loves him as he pushes through her resistive walls. Filling her as she clings to him with hitching gasps. He bucks his hips. Slowly, Lyra wraps her legs around him as they move together in perfect harmony. He rubs all the delicious spots on her. for the first time, she is not afraid. She accepts Dabi. The ecstasy builds. Hot fire burning in her, becoming more and more intense until they both reach their peak. Both cry out in pleasure as they reach orgasm together. He growled and knotted. Shooting hot cum deep in her. They collapse into each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied. He is attached to her. Having her pulse and squeeze on his knot.

Lyra was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms. He wrapped himself in the bandages. She left out for him. Now that he fulfilled and stated his blood bond with Lyra, he can move on with his plans. The mix of relief and rage he felt when he discovered she was pregnant still left a strange taste in his mouth. Ashen. But he can let loose freely without his instincts nagging at him. Lyra will be taken care of. He left this in a note. Asking others to watch out for her, she is mouthy and will need more than Kurogiri. He put his seal on it and left it in her robes. Dabi took Shoto's white baptismal robes of the Order of light.

He swiped at Fuyumi when she rushed to him. He didn't know if it was for a loving embrace or not. Dabi didn't care. He is going to kill Endeavor. Fuyumi falls to her ass. Peter and the girls pull her away from Uncle Dabi. They are sweet, gullible humans.

"I will do my last brotherly duty. I recommend Adam as a mate. Times are changing Fuyumi. Chang with them or be crushed under fathers' heel," Dabi graveled before leaving.

Shoto convinced his fellow classmates to guide them. Letting them disarm and take them. Except for a few. Adam and John won't be allowing the Order to execute their sisters. When the massive explosion at the keep happened, they searched for them, letting John blow quite a bit of it up. Day turned into night.

Kurogiri's portals opened. Flooding the streets with magical creatures, Mothmen, and enraged villagers. They marched through the streets like they owned them because, at this moment, they did. Adam spotted Yoon. The four-armed man was slaughtering in complete joy, carrying a passed-out Kurogiri. Adam whistled and caught his attention. Yoon is there instantly, beaming as he hugs Adam and John too tight with one set of arms.

"Ugh. Get off me, Yoon. Listen closely. Pay attention. The little Queen is here. She's missing. Do you understand?" Adam mimed until John chittered at him, giggling at Adam. Yoon stiffened and nodded in seriousness. He lathed his tongue over one of Adam's wounds, much to Adam's personal disgust. Then straightened his feelers, beckoning them to follow.

He found you pretty quickly. You are cornered by two sidekick knights. A green one and a blonde with blue eyes. They were busy with one of the Moth princes, Darvish, and his doctor. Seems like many wanted the little Queen. Yoon has seen that look on females' faces before. Full labor. Yoon didn't have time to play with his kind. He grabbed John's hand. Letting him feel the vibration of his words.

"John. I need space between your sister and the knights," Yoon said slowly. Adam grinned, reaching into his layers of leather to pull out a crystal attached to a button. One push of that button put plenty of space between them, "Warn a man!"

Yoon tossed Kurogiri at Adam. Quickly stabbing the one that doubted you are a moonbeam in the neck, snatching up you and Imogene. John is convincing Kurogiri to wake up. He opens a Portal where Darvish and his doctor end up with them. Lyra shrieked and bolted upright.

"What are you doing here? Where is Shigaraki? His mate is going into labor. He's the one who should be here," Yoon chittered.

"Get her on the table," The doctor shouted as Lyra scrambled for hot water.

"We're not leaving without our family. That and Kurogiri wouldn't leave without Lyra," Adam gruffed. Smacking at a glitching Kurogiri, who was passing out again.

"Well, it's too late now," Kai said. Pulling his hand from between the Queen's legs and rewashing his hands, "She's fully dilated. These grubs are coming. We can't move her now."

"When the doctor says I want you to bare down from your middle," Imogene instructed. You shake your head, no, "Don't "no!" me. You have to."

"Nope. I changed my mind. I don't want to do this," You say, trying to sit up. Lyra gently pushes you back down.

"Too late for that, I'm afraid," Lyra said kindly. You grip her and pull her into a full weeping hug.

"I'm scared," you admitted. Feeling weaker. It's not like you didn't know the risks, but no, that they are here, you are terrified. Horrid pain radiates from your center in intervals.

"Anyone who doesn't have medical training needs to get out. I need to deliver multi babies with multi limbs," Kai announced. Imogene, helping to set up receiving for three grubs, "Create four."

"Four!" everyone shouted. Kai nodded.

"Four. Now get the hell out!" Kai hissed. Yoon and Darvish watched each other intensely while the rest of your family helped Shot and Fuyumi with what was left of Dabi.

"What are you doing here? Where's Shigaraki? He should be here with his mate. Not you," Yoon chittered at Darvish. Staring at their group falling apart.

"Shigaraki promised a position in the Queen's harem if I deliver her. I'm an honorable male. I'll take the crumbs for now," Darvish grinned. Yoon did not like this. Something felt off to him. He was missing something, and it felt like, at any moment, things could turn disastrous.

"The moment the Queen gives birth, we should take her to Shigaraki. Human females do not handle birth well. I had several mates at one time. There's a forty percent chance she would die with a normal birth. Multiple grubs," Yoon said, trailing off. Darvish is shaking his head in disagreement.

"I met Shigaraki's doctor. I do not trust his abilities to help the Queen. He seemed to harbor animosity towards her. My doctor will save her," Darvish stated.

"I agree. However, I am not leaving her alone with you," Yoon growled.

"Fair enough," Darvish replied.

You held onto your fluffy nursing boy and felt overwhelmed. He looked exactly like Shigaraki. Covered in white fluff, large red eyes, and tiny little antennae. You brushed his cheek, and he chirped around your nipple. Kai quickly unwrapped the umbilical cord from around your second albino bundle. He worked swiftly with the help of your sister.

"A girl. A four-armed girl is highly rare," Kai said over her screeching. Your sister cleaned and wrapped her, placing her on your other breast. She rooted until she found your nipple. Immediately settling down with a coo. Her pink eyes rolled. A four-armed little girl. Twins.

"We're going to need you to push," Lyra said somewhere far away. You mustered your strength and pushed. Screaming in pain and exhaustion. Slumping back when you heard a screeching.

"It's a boy. Pure black. Dark magic user for sure," Lyra said, hanging him to Imogene.

"You have to keep pushing," Imogene shouted. You tried to tell her it was hard to hear.

"She's blacking out. I need to cut the last one out," Kai said.

"Don't you dare!" Lyra screamed. So much shouting, yet still so hard to hear.

"Where's my baby?" you mumbled before blackness and chaos.

It is a flurry of activity. The pure black four-armed baby girl is much smaller than the other three. She is shallowing breathing and is the most human looking with a lack of fur. Her eyes are like your black ones. Twin moons in a starry black sky. Lyra uses her magic to save her life.

"Can't you use your magic?" Lyra asks Kai flustered.

"My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said, examining you. Adam burst in, taking charge. Freezing when he sees you cut open a bloody mess.

"Is she dead?" Adam asked in a small voice.

"No. She's close to it. As is this little one," Kai said.

"Right. Gather the babies. We are taking them with Dabi and us to Shigaraki's doctor. Imogene and Yoon are going with Darvish and Doctor Kai," He announced as Shoto dragged in a lifeless Dabi. Kurogiri seeing Lyra opened a portal to the Shigaraki. Lyra felt her magic stretch as she took the baby and helped with Dabi. There was no time to argue. Children piled through the portal. Yoon snatched you up, and the others went through the other doorway.

Shigaraki sat at the edge of the tank he was about to be emerged in. Tubes and wires handing off his body. Lyra shoved a dying grub in his arms and his instincts lit up. A four-armed beauty. Those rumors about Nana must have been true. She is so dark she looks like she is made of the night. Her little antennae twitched. Her nude soft human body lay too limp in his dangerous hands. Her ruff and fuzzy hair ruffled as she sneezed. He nuzzled her, and she weakly gripped his antennae.

"Doctor. Don't argue with Lyra. Give her everything she wants. I'll be changing with this one," Shigaraki rasped. Dreadful regret as Doctor Ujiko shoved needles and wires into her tender flesh. They were about to sleep together when his nature raged one last time in the seizing darkness. Something severed his connection to you.

"As I said. My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said casually to you and Imogene. Reducing Yoon to a fine red mist. He needed to take him out first. He saw how quickly and easily Yoon had killed a highly trained prince, "The Men from your hive are something else."

Kai caught you and Imogene by the forearm. You are so confused. A hot searing lighting bolt feels like it is ripping you apart atom by atom. Imogene screaming somewhere in the back of your mind. A clawed hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

"Shhhh, they will hear you, little moonbeam," Darvish hissed. Hiding you under his wing as something huge slithered along. He let you go to talk.

"What is happening?" you whispered. Darvish blinked and twitched in sadness.

"Kai used your sister to save you. He killed Yoon and threw us here. Don't worry, little mate. I will get you safely to your grubs and mate," Darvish whispered. Pulling you close.

"What? Where are my babies? Where is my sister?" you asked, teary-eyed. Blood dripping from your black eye. He licked and cooed to you in the perpetual night.

Chapter 26

#moth shigaraki #yandere moth shigaraki #mothura #mothman #mothman shigaraki #yandere shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigaraki x reader #boku no hero academia tomura #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere monster #yandere male #mha shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader

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absent-enigma · 1 month

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Mothman Horror x Reader compilation pt 4

The instant you decide to open the glass door, two large bony hands shoot through to grasp you gently. Presumably for Horror to entice you outside into his four-armed embrace.

“Stop!” You whisper-shout.

True to Reaper’s earlier words, Horror listened, hands instantly going still on your shoulders.

That was a relief.

It wouldn’t be good to draw attention.

Kind of hard to explain away a giant skeleton mothman trying to (possibly) spirit you away again versus a skeleton monster hybrid with wings flying through the sky to deposit you near to home.

Horror heaved a sadly disappointed yet understanding sigh.

Horror’s hand remained motionless; you didn’t remember him, and had to tell him to ‘stop.’ All he’d wanted to do was touch his forehead to yours in order to convey his relief you’d only been momentarily away from him this time. Horror inspected you closely.

Trepidation, and a little fear.

Reaper was wrong.

Horror wouldn’t be tricked. He knew you perfectly well, being mates for 15 years. Sure, the past handful of years were difficult, with spots missing in his memory, but that was just because you’d been taken from him (or he’d been lost to you).

You needed time.

“I hope you’re not considering flying off with me again like the other night.” Horror’s hands twitch on your shoulders. You take an educated guess that he was tactile and cautiously placed your hand over one of Horror’s.

Or tried to.

Horror’s hand dwarfed yours, the knowledge lingering as you lightly pat the bony hand.

“Please let go.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Horror’s hands moved away from your shoulders to hang limply by his sides. Hunkered down, Horror gazed beseechingly at you.

You had no idea a bony face could be so expressive on a skeletal cryptid like it was with Horror.

This was unexpected.

Horror’s face crumpled, soul aching over the extent of your missing memory of time together, before and after becoming mates. A complete lack of recognition, to Horror and the shared (former) treetop home. While you’d appeared safe in the nest, the sight of it and the decorations within did nothing to jog your memory.

And now?

You were wary of even his touch.

Horror’s lower arms rested on his femurs while the upper pair’s hands fidgeted in the fur over his upper sternum.

…the flower!

Horror methodically and very carefully extracted the flower from underneath his fur.

You weren’t exactly sure what Horror was doing, rummaging through the reddish-brown fur of his upper sternum, but him producing a flower was not it.

The flower glowed a soft blue, appearing partially crystallized.

An Echo Flower.

You’d heard of them but never believed you’d see one; they were that rare, locations difficult to find, and usually deep underground.

Peeking up at Horror, you really hope this isn’t an intentioned gift for a mate. As much as you’d love to have such a rare flower, you didn’t want to encourage Horror in his assumption that you were his lost mate.

You knew of the flower.

But Horror can see in your expression that you’re seeing it for the first time; not as someone aware of its initial meaning.

Trust.

Horror had shown his mate the Echo Flowers after getting to know you. Someone he could trust with a location of the rare flowers. For Horror to trust his to-be mate at the time to not divulge the information to other humans.

Tears gathered in Horror’s good socket.

Your research meant a lot to you.

That was lost too?

“M’sorry.”

Horror would do what he could to help you remember.

You watch as Horror goes from crouching to kneeling. Even Horror’s folded wings drooped further his back, the ends brushing the porch’s surface.

Upon hearing the whisper, you aren’t sure what he meant by it. Sorry for mistaking you for his mate, or for something else?

…oh!

This was your chance to try and direct Horror away from ‘mate’ to ‘friend’.

“Horror?”

That eyelight was quick to look at you, tears gathered yet not yet falling in the socket.

“I was telling the truth earlier. I don’t actually know you, but if you’d be interested, we could try to be friends?”

Friends.

Not mates.

Horror’s eyelight dimmed, antennae flattening back. He closed his socket, a few tears sliding down his cheekbone as he processed your words. A sorrowful sigh rushed out of him as acceptance slowly settled in.

You must have suffered a terrible trauma or head injury while the two of you had been parted.

If starting over as friends would help with your memory, Horror was willing. He loved and cared for his mate so much, he’d do everything in his power to help you through this, as you’d done for him in the past, with patience and understanding.

For a split second you think that Horror may be upset over being friend-zoned. Yet Horror merely nodded, wearing a grave expression.

That seemed too easy.

“What'll you do with the Echo Flower?” You wondered. “I might have a pot in the shed-“

Horror was swift for his size, gone before you even finished your sentence, and back within minutes, the flower potted in soil. Horror’s ribcage puffed up as he proudly presented it to you on his palm.

“Friendship flower?” You test.

Horror’s socket crinkled at the edges in what was undoubtedly a smile.

You take the Echo Flower.

The underside of Horror’s wings flashed briefly into view before folding themselves down, quivering with suppressed need to shower affection on you when you took the Echo Flowers. As you admired it, Horror glanced past you.

Was your home safe?

Horror frowned, attempting to recall how he’d first met you. He’d been in the forest, watching you from behind a tree.

Would replicating this meeting help put you at ease?

Horror heaved his bulk up to hunker just out of sight of the door, peering at you with just half his skull and eyelight in view, an antennae twitching expectantly. (that’s all for this part but there’s 800 words more on ao3 in ch 11, so once I update tomorrow or Monday I’ll put up another 1000 words here again)

#undertale au #mothman horror sans #x reader #horror sans x reader #100 words a chapter aka 100 words per pov I say #and then ch 11 has two pov pts that are 300 and 400 words XD #the power of mothman horror sans compels me to write more

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orbmanson7 · 1 year

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I can't seem to go five minutes without thinking about more Logan angst today, so have this, too. It's an old thought that I've mentioned for years but never really posted here on tumblr.

Thomas' immediate reaction to Logan's appearance in Accepting Anxiety (Part 1) is to say "Ah, Logan's here, so I probably did something wrong." Logan then appears genuinely surprised and even somewhat distressed to hear Thomas say this, dismissing it as untrue before continuing to address his concern with Thomas' behavior.

The implication here, though, is that Thomas doesn't care about what he's saying but may commonly think this, even if only subconsciously, due to Logan's role in the series.

Thomas had become very accustomed to Logan only showing up to give exposition, provide knowledge and resources to better understand and discuss a topic, and to ultimately assist in resolving conflicts and issues Thomas has had. It makes sense that, through all that, Thomas may have inadvertently made a correlation of "I did something wrong" with Logan's arrival.

This is not necessarily something uncommon, both in real life and in media. Take, for instance, the myth of the Mothman. Some believe multiple sightings of the cryptid was a warning sign to an upcoming danger, based on a single instance in which several sightings of the Mothman occurred in and around Point Pleasant in a short period of time before a tragic bridge collapse that took many lives. There is nothing to suggest the cryptid had anything to do with the situation, but people were inclined to believe it merely due to the creature's appearance leading up to the disaster.

In Logan's case, even all the way back in Accepting Anxiety (Part 1), Logan was already being seen as his role of Thomas' logic and reasoning, not as Logan, a nerdy teacher character. He represents Logic, and logic dictates knowledge and advice, creates schedules and routines for Thomas' benefit, and only really exists to provide what is needed. Logan, on the other hand, is a big nerd who likes learning new vocabulary, indulging in his interests of space and watching Doctor Who, and reading mystery and sci-fi novels. He likes puzzles and trivia and Crofters and feeling like he's been useful and helped Thomas to the best of his ability.

Take another example, as it is not unreasonable for someone in the fictional version of Queens, NY to see Spiderman as a sign that crime is happening. While the hero's goal is to help fight that crime and serve justice, it is not as though merely seeing Spiderman means there is trouble afoot. But because people often only see or hear of the hero in regards to his role as the city's protector, they are more likely to see Spiderman for what he does rather than who he is.

If Peter Parker (or any other variation of Spiderman) were to walk around town, people wouldn't immediately associate his presence with danger or crime, but they might if he was still dressed as Spiderman. And that, right there, is the center of the issue - recognizing someone more for their role, but not as a person.

But Logan isn't the one who the other sides or Thomas seem to ever appreciate or want around. What they need is Logic, and what they don't want is Logan.

Virgil said it himself in Learning New Things About Ourselves with "No matter what we do, logic always has a part to play, Logan." While meant to be a positive message in context, indicating there are many different ways to address a problem, there is a negative connotation to this message, as well. The others' failure to consider Logan's difficulty in understanding their methodology only resulted in Logan believing his methods were ineffective and wrong. Being told that "logic has a part to play" indicates to him that they need Logic, but they didn't say they needed Logan (even though they spent a whole song stating that they needed all the other sides, specifically).

While some of the others also struggle with their identity separate from their role in the series, they often seek out the other sides for comfort and help with this issue. They are met with empathy, efforts to understand, and the assistance they need. Unfortunately for Logan, this doesn't happen for him, both due to what he understands for his role (he is meant to provide, not to receive) and his unwillingness to reach out to the others and break away from his role (especially as time goes on, as we've seen). Logan does not reach out and does not challenge the others' perceptions of him, and this results in his identity being taken up more and more by his role.

At this point in the series, it's a wonder he's involved at all except to provide exposition when asked. No matter all the times he's been dismissed or silenced, he adapts and finds new ways to benefit Thomas and fulfill his role while staying out of the way as much as possible. But, at some point, he's either going to adapt to something harmful (either to himself or Thomas) or he's going to refuse to keep adapting and stand up against his unfair treatment, challenging Thomas and the other sides' perceptions of him and the role he serves.

I hope it turns out okay, at least.

#sanders sides #logan angst #logan sanders #my brain just won't shut off today i swear #long post #mothman reference #spiderman reference #it makes sense if you read it just trust me on this #orbs thought bubbles #sanders sides analysis

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shiggysimp69 · 1 year

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A Date With Death

I wrote this on a whim and just wanted to post it. Might write a part two but don't count on it. I've been thinking about Mothman Tomura A LOT so this is the result of that. I love him. 💝

Tw: Implied stalking, mentions a corpse, blood

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Death. I’d never been around a corpse before but there was no denying the putrid stench. I gagged as I went deeper in. It was pitch black, aside from the small candles lining the cave walls. I stumbled on something. Looking down to see what I’d hit, I quickly found where the smell was coming from. A body laid at my feet, their arms and legs had been ripped from their body and their stomach was torn open. Blood pooled under them and stained their skin. It looked like they were mauled. But what animal would do this? Their intestines were spilling out of them. Animals don’t do that.

A chill ran down my spine as I suppressed the urge to vomit. I heard a loud thud from behind me and I held my breath. I could feel it’s breath in my hair. I was average height but whatever it was towered over me. Panic rose from deep within me. Should I run? Would that only anger whatever’s behind me? Could I even outrun it? Should I just accept my fate? My body violently shook as I thought of everything that could go wrong and nothing that could go right. Death. The word flashed in my head again. Was this really the end? Was I gonna end up like them? A light chuckle broke my trance and I realized. This wasn’t an animal. I held my breath, gathered my courage, and slowly turned around. The thing I noticed first was that it was a man. He was naked but white fur covered his crotch and his neck. I was right about him being tall. And the antennas that sprouted out from his milky white hair added a few inches. His pale white skin glistened in the candlelight as he smiled at me. But it was wrong, twisted. He was mocking me, feeding off of my fear. I took a step back and slipped on the blood under my feet. I landed on my butt, covering my legs and palms in the dark red liquid.

I quickly turned back to him, not wanting to look away. His smile grew as he leaned over me. My eyes widened as wings emerged from his back. They resembled a blue butterfly’s but with shades of deep blue indigo instead. They were surprisingly beautiful.

“Like what you see?”

He could talk. I didn’t know how to reply, the words were caught in my throat. Suffocating me. This was all too much.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He continued.

His voice was smooth but raspy. Now that he was so close to me I noticed more things about him. Mainly his face. His eyes were crimson red like the blood that now covered my legs. It felt like he was looking right through me. His face was scarred. One ran down his right eye while another ran down his mouth. His lips were dry and cracked and wrinkles surrounded his eyes, shaping them. However, there was also a little birthmark below his lips. It was surprisingly cute. He was surprisingly cute. He reached for me and I flinched.

“Shh… It’s okay.” He cooed.

“Are you gonna hurt me…?”

“Never.” He replied.

His smile didn’t get any softer but somehow I knew he wasn’t lying. He reached for me again and this time I let him. He caressed my cheek, looking at me with complete admiration.

“Th-That person. Did you do that?”

“Food.” He replied and my heart sank.

“You…you’re gonna e-eat me?”

“No.” He simply stated.

Even though he could talk he didn’t seem to be able to form sentences well. Using simple words instead. I started to calm down a bit. Was he really not planning on hurting me at all?

“You said you were waiting for me?” I asked.

I didn’t know what he meant by that, how would he know? He nodded.

“I used my premonition. Saw you. Wanted you.”

His smile grew wider as his wings started fluttering.

“I knew you’d find me. Now you're mine.”

“Yours? I-I don’t even know you.” I protested.

“You’ll get to know me. Grow… to love me. Because I love you.”

“You love me?” I asked.

“Yes… Very much.”

I smiled a bit upon hearing that. I always loved the idea of having a secret admirer. And here he was. No, he wasn’t human and ate people. But, why couldn’t he be loving?

“Clean you?” He asked, seemingly coming down from his high.

I looked away before nodding. Pure joy crossed his face as he picked me up. I couldn’t possibly imagine what could happen next.

I sat uncomfortably in nothing but a towel as the man rummaged through the room next to me. This was all still new to me even though it almost started to feel normal. He helped me bathe, dry off, took my clothes to probably be washed. Though I don’t know how he'd wash anything in a cave. However, he simply filled up the tub with water from the faucet as if there were pipes running through the walls. I didn’t question it at the time but thinking back, It was really weird. Maybe he could get water without pipes? Did that mean he was somehow more advanced than humans?

My thoughts were interrupted by him flying up to me with a dress. He smiled and handed it to me. It was a knee length, frilly, pink dress. The sleeves were short and puffy with white ribbons tied around the ends. There was also a ribbon around the waist of the dress. I must have been staring for a long time because I could hear the fast paced fluttering of his wings showing his excitement.

“Like… it?” He asked, expectantly.

“I love it so much! Thank you.”

He helped me put it on and I spun around in it. Then he unexpectedly gave me a hug.

“I love you.” He whispered.

I hugged him back but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know his name so I couldn’t have loved him. But, just saying it is better than hurting his feelings.

“I love you too.”

His hug got tighter and I realized just how soft his fur was. It felt like velvety clouds. It was so comforting. I could get used to this. That gave me an idea.

“I have a question.”

He just nodded into my hair.

“Can we like… date? Then I could get to know you.” I asked.

He pulled away, looking at me confused.

“D…Date?”

“Do you not know what a date is?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“It can be multiple things. Couples go on dates to show that they care about each other. People who want to be together go on dates as well to get to know each other. That’s what I’m talking about.”

He seemed to be thinking for a minute before smiling at me.

“I have an idea.” He replied.

He let me go before picking me up and taking me to a different room. It resembled a kitchen but something was wrong. Everything was stone. There was no way any of the stuff worked. He sat me down at the table before going to the “fridge.” To my surprise, he opened it and pulled out a large cut of meat. He tore it in half before breaking one of them into smaller pieces. He plated it then sat one in front of me and the other on the opposite side of the table. As if that wasn’t weird enough, he slid open one of the “drawers” and pulled out a fork and knife. He sat them next to my plate then sat down himself.

“I’ve seen you humans do this. Have dinner?” He said with a smile.

Him trying to make this work warmed my heart. So much in fact, that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I couldn’t eat raw meat. I just stared at my plate as he started to devour his meal. I didn’t even know what kind of meat this was. I remembered the body I saw earlier and felt a pit in my stomach. This couldn’t be human meat, right?

“What’s wrong? Don’t like?” He asked, breaking my train of thought.

“N-No! It’s not that I don’t like it… I just don’t know if I can eat it.” I replied, starting to pick at my nails.

“Why?”

“Well, I can’t eat raw meat. But… I don’t wanna eat it if it’s a person.”

His brows furrowed in frustration. That’s when I noticed he didn’t have hair on his eyebrows. It oddly suited him. He sat his food down.

“It’s not human. Pig. It’s pig.” He stated.

“O-Oh. I love pork. I just can’t eat it raw.”

He thought about something before abruptly standing up.

“I’ll be back.” He said, leaving the room.

I watched him leave feeling a bit empty. I guess he had distracted me so much that I’d forgotten about my home. My friends, my family, my job. If I didn’t show up to work they’d fire me and I wouldn’t be able to pay my bills. Then I’d lose my house, if I even made it back to it. Did he have any intention of letting me go? He was nice but I already had a life. I couldn’t just start a new one. I felt really bad thinking like that. He loved me, I couldn’t just leave him. But it's not like I could just bring some butterfly man into my home.

My thoughts were interrupted by the man returning. He had two small take out boxes in his hand. He took my plate then sat one in front of me then the other in the middle of the table. He watched me eagerly, waiting for me to open it. I could smell whatever it was from outside the box. It smelled amazing. I opened it and steam rolled out. It was large slices of ham with mashed potatoes and cornbread. My granny and aunt used to make this exact dish. It was one of my favorites, how did he know?

“Like it? It’s cooked.” He asked.

“Thank you. I love it.”

He smiled before returning to his seat. He dumped my plate onto his own but this time he waited for me to start eating. I felt a little nervous with him just staring at me. But he didn’t seem to mind. He acted like everything that happened so far was normal. And yet, none of this could be considered in the slightest, normal. Regardless, I picked up my fork and started with the ham. Even though I was eating he was still staring. So I decided to break the silence.

“Umm… what’s your name?” I asked.

“Tomura…”

“That’s a really pretty name. Mine is Chinami.”

“I know.” He replied, turning back to his plate.

He knew my name already? He knew my clothes size too, along with my food preference.

“How do you know so much about me?”

“I knew you would come. So I found you myself. But it wasn’t the right time… so I watched. And I learned.” Tomura explained.

Emotions swirled around in my stomach. I’d always wanted a secret admirer but the reality of being watched 24/7 was weird. Did he see all the embarrassing stuff I’ve done? Or what about when I’m showering? Is that why he didn’t care about bathing me, because he’d already seen everything? I could feel my appetite fading.

“Umm, It’s not like I’m not enjoying my time here but… When can I go home…?”

He looked up at me, seemingly shocked.

“You want to leave?”

“N-No! I mean, yes! But, not because of anything you did wrong!” I frantically replied.

He looked hurt by my comment. A hint of sadness filled his crimson eyes.

“I-I just wanna know when…” I said, trying to console him.

“Never.”

My heart dropped to my stomach.

“What?”

“Never. Everything you need is here. I’ll give you anything. Everything.” Tomura answered.

I didn’t know what to think. He couldn’t just keep me isolated.

“I have family, friends, a life! I-I’m sorry but I can’t stay here forever.”

I don’t know what I said but I could tell something inside him had snapped.

“I wanted so long for you. Fed you, bathed you… And you wanna leave.”

My heart raced as fear ran through my body.

“I… I’ll come back! I promise! I never break a promise!” I frantically exclaimed.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t want to leave.”

His words stung. I did want to get to know him. Beautiful men that are already madly in love with you don’t just fall from the sky. I always dreamed of having a partner and getting married one day. Who else would love me?

“I…I… I want to love you. Please believe me. I just have other things that I was doing before this. Please…” I pleaded.

Tomura looked hesitant.

“When will you come back…?” Tomura asked.

I could feel my face light up.

“Soon. Tomorrow maybe.”

He still looked hurt but slowly nodded. It pained me to see him like that. It was a brash decision but-

“You don’t have to just watch me… You can come in sometimes if you’d like.” I offered, my face flushing.

Tomura’s antennas shot up as he looked at me surprised.

“Really?”

“Of course.” I replied with a smile.

He beamed at me with pure joy written all over his face. I was happy that he was happy. My eye caught the second box on the table.

“By the way, what’s in that one?” I asked.

Tomura looked down at it before standing up and walking towards it. He picked it up and presented it in front of me. He opened the box and It was a baby pink mini cake with pretty pink piping. There was writing on it that said “Happy Birthday.” That was all I needed to tell that he stole it.

“Happy birthday! It’s your favorite.” Tomura exclaimed with a huge grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not my birthday but thank you.”

He seemed confused by my comment but was still content with his surprise. Maybe being with him wouldn’t be so bad.

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#shigaraki tomura #mha #mha shigaraki #mha tomura #boku no hero academia tomura #my hero academia #boku no hero academia shigaraki #bnha #bnha shigaraki #bnha tomura #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #tomura x self insert #shigaraki #writing #tomura shigaraki

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sunnydaleherald · 8 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter - Monday, September 18

XANDER: (slightly nervous) So, a burrito. OZ: This is a burrito. XANDER: Damn straight.

~~Gingerbread~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Zeppo with the most Challenge (Beetlejuice crossover, not rated) by Dragonninja20

everything in the world changes, and nothing changes at all (Spike/Buffy, R) by disco-tea

[Chaptered Fiction]

Because I could not stop death Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Desicat

I remember who you are Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Desicat

Bound Chapter 50 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by RavenLove12

California Sun Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by To Be Hers

A Place in the Sun Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

The Art of Dying Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, R) by disco-tea

What the Drabble? Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

Buffy 2.0 Chapter 15 (Gen, FR18) by BlueZeroZeroOne

Chasing Midnight Chapter 1 (Gen, T) by Harley_Writes

When the Past Meets the Present Chapter 1 (Spike/Giles, E) by Bitter_Rabbit

Third Time's the Charm Chapter 3 (Buffy/Giles, T) by Bitter_Rabbit

better than revenge Chapter 1 (Angel/Jenny, T) by The_Eclectic_Bookworm

[Image, Audio & Video]

PODCAST: Hell’s Bells S6 E16 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by lisalilly

[Reviews]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E17 (part 1) by jvstheworld

[Fandom Discussions]

Willow was wrong for doing the forgetting spell on Tara, but... by aphony-cree

Notes from my rewatch so far by mothmans-wedding-photographer

Spike has me in an absolute chokehold by spicy-talaxian

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Monsterfucktober - Day 3, Mothman

For as long as I’ve been dating, I found myself absorbed in flings and moments of passion. Relationships would start in scandal then quickly fizzle to dust, and before even the one-month mark I’d have ended things. Things got boring, and as often as people would encourage me to ‘give it a try’ or ‘give them a chance’, I would struggle just to go on a third or fourth date. After my last real relationship, I swore off romance for a good while; not until I fixed whatever was wrong with me. But then, everything changed because of him.

Three weeks ago, I met Mothman. Three weeks since that first passionate encounter, on top of and over the largest bridge in the city. I’d gone out there to cry and ask myself the tough questions. “What’s wrong with me?” The sky was cloudy, but dry, with a sharp wind that blew my dark hair out behind me. My eyes strained against the bitter chills, but I felt that suffering in the wind would make facing my psyche easier.

It was while I stared out across the bright lights of the city that he swooped down from beyond the clouds, landing just shy of where I stood. I didn’t see him, or even hear him; we must’ve watched together for tens of minutes, blissfully unaware of each other and enjoying the silence. Then my phone went off, and I heard him chirp in response to the ringtone. At first I was shocked, and nearly screamed thinking some stranger had followed me up to the bridge, but when he flared his wings I felt enchanted by the mysterious creature. They were beautiful: florescent, perfect designs shimmering in the moonlight. And to top it all off, he had the most hypnotic eyes I’d ever seen; bright red and glowing, absorbing every ounce of my focus.

When I first spoke to him, I thought “You’re beautiful,” but tried saying “Hi, nice to meet you.” What I wound up saying was “Beautiful meat, you.”

He chirped, head tilting in confusion. I lost my voice, too stunned to speak, and instead drew near. All of my unease, all of the questions, they fizzled out. Suddenly all I wanted was to be close to him, and when I moved, he kept in place. All I could think to do was come closer.

I felt it growing inside me, the need for him, the longing for his touch. I could feel the same energy from him too, radiating out from his dark, insect-like body. Maybe we were destined to meet like this, maybe it was the view, but it felt like we were almost enchanted by each other. I pulled up close and felt the embrace of his legs, protruding out from his sides and holding me in his grasp. His proboscis, though I didn’t know it was called that at the time, came out and met my lips, and I felt excitement rush throughout my body, and yearning between my legs.

Before long, my shirt was rolled up to my shoulders, and my pants were loosely hanging from one ankle. I felt him inside of me. His member was rather different; shorter than an average human’s, but much, much thicker. It hit all the right spots, and was wet to the touch even before insertion. Who doesn’t love a self-lubricating dick? I sure did.

He didn’t know the techniques; there was no clitoral stimulation, or adjustments made to the speed of his thrusts. But none of that mattered. What really did it for me, what really turned me on, was how exciting it felt; all the emotions I had bottled up being released in a heated moment. It was just the two of us, in the open air, going at it like nothing else mattered.

In the middle of it all, Mothman spread his wings and readied himself to take off. He loosened his clutches, but with him still inside me to the base I wrapped myself around his body. Wherever he wanted to go, I was desperate to go with him. His wings beat against the wind and in the blink of an eye we were in flight.

We fucked in the sky. I'll never forget the feeling of sir rushing against my bare back while I grinded my waist against his. It was like the mile-high club, only even more exciting. His stamina was unrelenting: I’d already cum more in that flight alone than with my last three partners combined. By the time he landed, I was giddy and sore.

He took me to his lair, a cave in the woods, where we kept fucking until the sky outside began to regain its colour. It was heaven, and after a good rest throughout the morning followed by a trip back from the woods, I was longing for more.

Two days was all I could take. I started feeling apathic towards my friends, working at the bare minimum. Some of the people closest to me reached out, asking if I was going through ‘one of my flings’ again. I lied to them. They wouldn’t understand that he was different, that I had fucked Mothman and I felt better than I had in any of my past relationships. It was perfect, he was perfect, and on that second night I wanted him so bad that I ran out in the dead of nigh to find him.

At first, I waited on that bridge once more. My thoughts from last time flooded through my mind but I didn’t care for them; all that mattered was being with him again. After an hour of waiting, I realised he wasn’t coming, so I took a taxi back home and set off for the woods. I felt desperate and pathetic, coming straight to his front door, but if desperate and pathetic got me another night with him, then I’d play the role happily.

When I got there, Mothman was gone. I thought maybe I’d missed him, and that he’d gone out for food. So I let myself in through the open entrance and lay where we fell asleep together before: a nest of hay and scratched fabric. I waited for easily another hour, and must’ve fallen asleep, because next thing I knew I heard the beating of wings and he was back.

I was on my feet immediately, running to him and hugging and kissing him. His hypnotic eyes were alluring even in the darkness of the cave, and staring into them almost felt like enough for me. Of course, we ended up fucking until daybreak once more, and this time was even more passionate than the last.

He took me in the air again, and I rode him until my legs were wet. I got thirsty pretty quickly, and he must’ve noticed, because he landed us at an empty campsite and released me to find water before we went back to it right by the empty fire pit. While his proboscis left marks all over my naked body I glanced over to one of the log benches. I’d ended my first relationship there. It was at this camp where it all started, where I realised I couldn’t commit to anyone. But then he turned me onto my front and took me from behind and it was all gone: I just wanted him on me and I was loving every bit of his attention.

By the third hour it truly dawned on me how much he must’ve missed me. He took me to fuck in so many beautiful spots. We were on an island in the middle of the camp lake when I gave him a blowjob. Then he took me into the city and on top of the bell tower where I rode him while looking down at the entire city. Finally, I showed him the way to my home, and he fucked my brains out in my own kitchen before finally cuming all over me.

We cuddled afterwards and I felt his insect heart flutter inside his chest. Or maybe it was mine, I wasn’t sure anymore since being around him made me feel so happy. We slept till evening and he kissed me goodbye before flying from my bedroom window.

After that night, I started getting more messages from my friends. They kept telling me to be rational, to break things off before I hurt whoever I was with or myself. But there was no way I could give up on us. I lied to them repeatedly, and when they called me out, I ignored them. I felt bad about it every single time, but I was determined to get it right this time.

I kept seeing him, every few nights I would trudge up to his cave and he would fuck my brains to mush all over the county. I even started leaving clothes there so I knew no matter how heated we got I always had a spare pair to walk home in. At one point, I even considered asking to stay with him, but while mulling it over, I saw it: a tuft of fur, discarded in the corner. It was different to his, made more from thick hair than feathery hide. I didn’t want to bring it up, so instead I just held off on staying with him. Other than that, things were perfect.

By the third week, I’d grown some concern over Mothman and what he was up to when I wasn’t around. I knew it wasn’t my business, we weren’t official, but that wasn’t my problem. My feelings were starting to fizzle: even when I stared into those hypnotic eyes and rode him until we lost our breath, I could feel the passion slipping away. When I went home, I cried on the phone to one of my friends. I went on for ages about how unfair it was, and how badly I wanted to like him the way I did on that first night. Nothing either of us said helped, but the crying did some good. When I was all out of tears, I knew I had to end things. For real this time.

I made my final journey up to his cave just as nightfall hit. I’d done this countless times before, but never while some of my feelings were still there, and so I had to steady myself before I approached his lair. It was there that I heard the grunting.

I glanced around the tree I’d been leaning against when I saw them: Mothman and some werewolf, going at it just like we had been. Only now, Mothman was the one receiving. The werewolf held him above its penis like a fleshlight, pumping him full of dick effortlessly. My heart didn’t shatter, but I felt the twinge of betrayal inside me, then something else; a want for the werewolf. I shook it off immediately, then reassured myself: I was done.

I watched them for just a moment longer, willing myself to turn around and not come back, when suddenly it all clicked. It was as I saw Mothman being forcefully—yet consensually—pinned to a tree and ravaged by the werewolf that I realised: Mothman was not limited to the monogamous expectations of human society. He was in fact, a cryptid. Limitless in his passions, and unburned by the conventions to which humanity holds themselves so dearly. I felt an ounce of jealousy as I watched them passionately fornicate in the woods, for as much as I longed to be boned by the erect, messy member of a widely feared creature of the night, those conventions were still a part of me. And until the day came where I could choose either to embrace Mothman’s lifestyle, reject it, or find some kind of compromise that didn’t leave me sad and unfeeling, I couldn’t be with him. I walked back home with questions burning in my mind; questions about myself, questions about why I felt so different to everyone around me. When I got to bed, I felt prepared, finally, to address who I was and what it was that made me different.

I wrote it down, everything that came to mind, then breathed. Then, my hand wandered down, underneath my covers, where I felt I needed it most. Taking a hiatus was a big commitment, and a stressful one at that, so of course, I was going to masturbate before calling it a night.

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