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All knights and day must die! Ch 22

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: oh boy, so real nitty-gritty couples fighting, drinking, and lovey-dovey fluff. Puking, gore, heart eating, preggy kink, lactation nsfw, 10k

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Yoon and Dabi agree on one thing, they want you both to get along and function, dammit. You are now the power couple of the lands. It's instinctually imperative that you love him again, and he will give you whatever you want if he can have that...after the Azure rose, of course. You confess how and why you killed Master. Coming to a tumultuous agreement because you are and will always be in love with him and your grubs.

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Chapter 22

Pounding on the door.

That was confusing. You jolt awake, Master standing over you. He disappeared when you tried to gain your bearings. You checked your hands for stained blood. No, of course not. Shiggy licked most of the master’s blood off, then bathed you. You didn’t recognize the nest, and you are alone. For a brief moment, your heart raced in complete fear. You felt disoriented. Your hands searched the other side of the nest for Shigaraki before you remembered the fight.

The pounding continued. It was getting harder to move around, your belly growing round enough that you had to roll to get up. Grunting, you stand and shove on your eyepatch, groggily shouting permission to open it. Three angry-looking Mothmen with an enormous, barely clothed mothwoman stood there. Yoon furiously shoved the key into the lock.

“My Queen, you must come. I hope you order me to slaughter the lot of them. You don’t just stand there. Carry the little queen. For fuck sakes, we need your nest sisters here as soon as possible,” Yoon grumbled. The Mothwoman gently lifted you and carried you along.

He wants to die. Shigaraki has been dwelling on ways to kill himself. After he kills you, of course. It will be quick. But his little grubs. He wanted to see them. See their little toes and antennae. When he looks at them, will he see you or himself? He hopes they look like you. Little tiny versions of you he can take everywhere with him. Maybe, just maybe, once you see them, you will soften. Be all his again.

“My lord, more sake?” The whore asked. Shigaraki opened his mouth and let her pour more down his throat. Dabi, Spinner, and himself decided to drink themselves in a love lorn stupor. It was Dabi’s idea to sprinkle the prostitutes in. Dabi mourns by drowning himself in pussy. These two whores are too close to him, but he doesn’t feel like lifting his arms anymore.

His senses were so dull he didn’t even care when the door was kicked open, the woman screaming as Mothmen with swords blocked the exit, and his goddess was set down in front of him. Shit, is she so pissed she wants to really kill me? When he looked at your face, it wasn’t anger. It was hurt. You rubbed your belly. His poor grubs are hurting his gloomy lifemate. He hates himself for it.

“Who is the fat scary lady?” Someone next to him asked. Someone he is going to kill. There was no need. Yoon was yanking her away from him by the hair. Her screeches weren’t that bad. Reminded him of old times.

“That is your Queen. Ruler of the Aberrant Hive and all Shigaraki’s lands. The Goddesses of moonlight and the night sky, dumb skank,” Yoon snarled, raising his sword.

“Yoon!” You shouted, face twisting in anger. Shigaraki clutched his chest. His heart hurt. You are so beautiful it’s painful.

You sigh and rub your eye patch. Your eye is aching again. It is a good thing you are wearing it, or you might just kill them all. Yoon doesn’t release the begging girl, but he isn’t killing her either. The weak have no rights. You lean down to her.

“What house are you from? Which whorehouse?” you ask. She whimpers. You gesture to Yoon when she doesn't answer. It takes Yoon shaking her like a rabid dog before she answers.

“The endless crow,” she wailed. You growl and clutch at your moth necklace.

“That is such a disgusting house, known for blackmail. Dabi only procure your whores from Giran’s house. They are much cleaner if not cheaper,” you tell him. Dabi flops out of the nest upside down.

“Hey, don’t tell me what to do!” Dabi snarked at you. You gave him a stern look. Dabi’s eyes widened slightly, looking away, “Yes, ma’am.”

Dabi mumbled, crawling back to hide from your scary gaze. Yoon gestured at the lady with his sword. He had such a pleading look to kill her it made you sick. You stare at the poor woman. Shaking your head, ‘There for but the grace of the gods and my sister,’ you think.

“If there is a whisper of conspiracy, cut out their tongues,” you growl to Yoon before turning to the woman that had brought you, “Please take me back to my prison.”

You ask so politely. The mothwoman is shocked at first, looking to Yoon or Shigaraki for direction. When neither do, she lifts you gently to carry you back.

“What about the King? Should we take him back to your nest?” Yoon asked. You look at him. He seemed so hopeful while a prostitute clung to him.

“Why should I care what filth he lies with? He is the same man that fucked my sister. It’s not out of character for him. Yoon, I’m hungry,” you said coldly.

Twisting the knife out of spite. Asking Yoon will get to Shigaraki, and you know it. Yoon flicks that he will fetch you food. You are carried back to your prison. One of the men watched until you were out of sight and then signaled to Yoon. Yoon slices the sluts throat. Immediately there is a chorus of screams and flashes of running nude flesh.

Shigaraki is too drunk to care about the blood splashing everywhere. He can only reflect your harsh words and hurt expression. ‘Fucked my sister,' you had said. That was not his fault, dammit. 'I'm hungry, Yoon,' cruel female. How dare you! In front of the league, no less. No one moved as they killed all the females. Yoon. That little shit. Did he run and tell mommy on him? What a tool. He staggers to his feet to confront the bastard.

“You want her. You have to challenge me!” Shigaraki growls to Yoon. Yoon is cleaning his blades on the little fabric girls had on. He looks up and laughs at his face.

“You are such a brat. I never liked your attitude,” Yoon growls, reaching out and tipping Shigaraki over with the sheath of his sword. Shigaraki stagers. Yoon bows deeply, raising a palm in submission to Shigaraki, who drunkenly rights himself.

“My Queen has decreed all challenges are postponed until after our war. She understands family. Understands unity and success. Our numbers are too low to be fighting amongst ourselves. I genuinely feel she has been brought to us and ordained by the moon herself,” Yoon says.

Shigaraki genuinely feels murderous. He agrees. You are meant to be his. It’s destiny. How dare this narcissist try to covet what is his. Yoon is not worthy enough of you. Swaying to his feet, he points at Yoon, unable to say all his anger at once. This unworthy piece of trash can’t have you.

“She's mine!” He shouts. Yoon’s smirk deepens.

“Absolutely. You are the King that cannot be denied. We could not have whores whispering about the royal family. I did not come here of my will. Those men saw you. In an attempt to keep this disgusting display secret, I brought the Queen here to talk sense to you and rightfully shame you back in line as your legitimate lifemate. I will not allow anyone to divide the hive. You are the head of the whole and must keep the rest of the body in mind. You are the king of the aberrant hive. Emperor of the night and ruler of the goddess moon. She is the Queen of the hive. She is the moonbeam that echoes the face of the goddess mother herself. Those titles must be protected if we are to succeed. I defied her instructions because she is too soft-hearted on scum. Do you get it yet? Makeup with the Queen or those more worthy will slaughter you to become the red carpet she walks on.”

Yoon rises to leave while Shigaraki rages. Yoon goes to fetch you food. Shigaraki doesn’t care you have taken power. That just means he can focus more on what he likes. Yoon, the damn lurker. How dare you allow Yoon to feed you. Yoon made him feel small while you made him feel worse, and he didn’t do anything wrong.

“What happened to the girls?” Spinner wonders aloud. While Dabi cackles.

You lay in the nest crying.

How badly you wish things were different. You only wanted the things you loved to be happy together. It felt like you were close. Shigaraki crawled back into the nest, drunk and demanding. You didn’t feel like it. All you wanted to do was to say your peace.

“Poor little mate. The grubs need comfort. Let me relieve your aching chest,” he tried to convince with a sickly sweet tone.

“Get off of me. I’m not in the mood. I can’t see my feet. I’m so big. Go back to your filthy harlots,” you hissed at him. He growled and gave you a cruel look.

“Maybe I should. I feel bad for the grubs. Having such a cold, heartless mommy. You are so mean to me, and I am trying to make peace with you,” he snarls.

“Shiggy. Am I your queen, or am I your slave?” You ask him. His wings buzz in confusion.

“Why are you asking? Not today. No more stupid questions for today,” he growled. Flopping back and sighing, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused?”

You shoot up and backhand him as hard as you can. It stung as he felt a few of his teeth loosen. He is quick to stop you a second time. He fretted over your hand.

“Stop that! Silly mate. You have hurt yourself again!”

“I don’t care! If you ever stick your dick in another person, I will poison you and jump off a ledge belly first!” You shouted, grabbing the front of his robes. A hard part of him softened with a slight grin. He has corrupted you shamefully so. You sound like him. Fuck, your jealousy made his heart flutter. Even Yoon can now see you are fated to be with him.

“Toga has told me the temperature of the court. Even Zenru, one I thought I might have to kill. He is so damn traditional. He is under your thumb. You are my Queen. Have I not told you already? Have I not suffered enough? Without you, my world is cold. I love you. You are the queen of my heart. You carry my legacy,” He rasped. Kissing your hand and holding you to him, humming to the grubs.

“Don’t touch me. Love. As if you even know what the word means. Love me? Then why have you gone back on every promise you made to me? Why did you kill my sister? Why did you ruin everything?” You hissed at him. You are cold, but the malice of blood lust was no longer there. You didn’t jerk your hand away.

He had waited for this. This was his moment to confess and bring you close. To have you love him, bright and beautiful like the moon. What slipped from his mouth carried his old self and, no thought, a stupid drunken rant. Because you had Yoon feed you! Because you killed the master.

“It is your own fault! Had you been obedient and summited. If only you had chosen me and not her, then that bitch, Maude, would be alive! You made that hole! You demanded she be here! You insisted on loving her more than me! ME! The one who has given you everything! The one who pulled you from a pile of corpses. The one who let you have whatever you wanted and saved your family! You dally me, playing me like your fool puppet for your backwoods family! I changed just for you!” he shouted.

He was conflicted as his nature pulled from him. Roaring what a fool he was.

You damn bastard. All because you are hurt over Master. Master who took. So stupid. Look at her. Look at how she is so much bigger than you. She has grown while you have gotten smaller. SO STUPID!

“I did choose you. I became a queen just for you and the grubs. I sent away my sister and my best friend, just for you. At every turn, I chose you. I seized what you offered and became the person you needed me to be. I changed for you too. I didn't want to work this hard or admit that you would be so evil to me. I truly believed you loved me because I loved you,” you stated coldly.

Shigaraki clutched his chest. You had used the word “Loved” past tense. No. Why did his chest hurt? Why was it hard to breathe? Why was his face wet? His eyes are blurry with moister. It was confusing him. He looked at you, but you turned your face from him. That drove him insane. He grips your shoulders roughly.

“Look at me!” he growled.

He started hyperventilating when you did. Your expression is hurt and accusing. He was about to scream in your face. All you have is him left. You have his collar on while the blood bond is the damn leash. He is tempted to choke you with this permanent connection. His nature strangled the words in his throat. Screaming that would have escalated the fight he did not want to have to begin with. All he wanted was you. He tried to say anything to make you love him but was lost on how to force you to love him again.

“I will make you love me! I can’t understand why you are like this. It is because you love someone else. Is it Yoon? Let’s see him take care of you when I kill him! Cold-hearted brat,” he shouted instead. You winced from him. Giving him that eye roll that tells him he’s stupid. Oh, how he hated that the most.

“What you took from me cannot be replaced. You killed a piece of my heart. I changed for you,” You said.

Shigaraki roared in rage. His instincts took over, yanking him away. Despite you being stubborn and a brat, his grubs are first and foremost. His words upset his mate, which upset his grubs, so his instincts told him to walk away and calm down before he did kill you.

Unable to kill anything, he walked away to drink more. He whined to Dabi all night. While it was Yoon, who fed and took care of you.

“I’m sorry, little queen, you must remain behind bars for your safety and as a mild punishment for murdering a wizard. It's nice that Shigaraki has no way to punish you for some unclaimed old man. But I'm guessing the fight didn’t go well?” Yoon asked. Shoving food through the bars. You shrugged. Yoon sighs, “As much as I would love to kill him and take over.”

You shot him a dirty look, and he raised two of his hands in surrender, laughing.

“I won’t, and we can’t. I know you want a strong hive. But a strong hive has joined royalty. A convoy from the butterfly clan will be here in two days. The last addition to the army is to make your vision complete. So, I must ask little Queen. What are your orders?” Yoon awaits your instructions.

You had waited. Waited for what felt like an eternity for Shigaraki to come back. Yoon was right. It was time to make peace. Some scratching at the door. You open it to see two Mothmen flopped against the outer cage entrance. Dabi was having a hard time fitting the key in the lock.

“Dabi, what are you doing?” You ask politely.

“Mphf…tryin…to uh…put this…big whiny baby to bed. I mean, I lost Lyra and Shoto…. you...you...lost the kids… and…that bitch…I never bothered to learn her name…but uh her…we all have real losses…and this Lil bitch is crying cuz you mad. I got real problems. See, I popped stitches,” he slumps against the bars with his pouty lip sticking out.

Your eyes widen, absorbing what Dabi has said before rubbing your temples and squeezing your eyes shut again. Lost the kids. Which kids is he talking about?

“Yoon! Get over here, please!” You shout. Yoon is there, immediately taking in the view and starts laughing, “Yoon, stop that. Help me get Shiggy in bed and then help me with Dabi.”

“Whoa. I do the stabby, not the helping. You want me to stab them? I can,” Yoon declares. You narrow your eyes at him. He laughs some more, “Admit it. You thought about it.”

“Just help me. Why is every Mothman a child?” You complain.

“Trauma. Wait…..No, Shiggy said not to let…. his lifemate run or get…whatever,” Dabi mumbled when you took the key from him and unlocked the door. Yoon smacked your hands away when you reached for Shiggy. Yoon has gotten incredibly comfortable with you. Which would be bad if Shigaraki saw.

“I’m not going to let my pregnant little queen lift a giant asshole that made her cry,” he grunted.

“Be careful with him and put his gloves on,” You fret before turning to Dabi. Yoon screeched when Shigaraki captured him in his arms.

“You are so mean! Heartless!” Shigaraki wailed like a child.

“I’m not your mate, dumbass king. Little queen save me,” Yoon pleaded as Shigaraki nuzzled at his chest. You laughed at him and turned back to Dabi.

“Can you walk? Come on. Up, up, let's get to your nest. Are Lyra’s things here?” Dabi nods as he climbs the wall to stand, popping several more stitches. You let him lean on you as you guide him along.

“Why are you helping me?” Dabi asked. You plopped him down in the nest and went to fetch what you needed to clean his burns. You searched through Lyra's jars until you found what he needed. You have armfuls of bandages and other things. Before you left, you noticed there was no second nest. You washed your hands, soaking the dressings in the medicine before you settled into stitch up Dabi.

“Wait, do you know what you are doing?” He asked. You dramatically sigh at him.

“Dabi, sweetie. I am a seamstress, and there is no doctor around. Hold still,” you order. Threading the needle. Plunging it into his skin at a steady rate and with skill.

“She didn’t even leave me a note. I spent years with her. Protected the ungrateful brat. I even built a nest for the both of us like you two. I hate how happy both of you are. Makes me sick,” Dabi slurred. You scoffed.

“We are not that happy at the moment,” you say quietly.

“Pffft. He may cry about how you are not looking at him, but he adores you. He craves attention like a little grub. He was always sucking his Master’s balls before you came along. Quite frankly, he was fucking thoughtless. You know you are too sweet for him and the rest of our kind? You could have run, but you didn’t. You didn't because you disgustingly care,” he grabs your throat, “You didn’t run because you were the distraction. So, tell me. What did she say? Where is she?” Dabi growled. You stab him with the needle in the tender part of his arm and hold it threateningly near his eye while you pry his fingers away.

“I know you are upset. I understand. That is why I am not screaming or angry. I won’t lie to you, Dabi. She did not say anything about you. But she did leave detailed instructions for your care. For her, I think that is a love letter. You two are not us. Find your own kind of passion,” you say.

He kisses you. Shoving his tongue deep into your mouth. You pull away, shocked and blushing.

“No! No, Dabi! You are drunk. I…don’t want to do that, right now,” you tell him. He snickers.

“Even if it’s just warming up. I am the royal pussy eater. Let me eat you like a ripe peach. Although I’m sure we could do other things, he would never know. Go to Shigaraki dripping wet, and he will be puddy,” Dabi suggested with smoldering eyes. Oh no, Dabi is very good at…no.

“Stop, you are drunk. I am just too stressed for that. Not without the Shiggy's permission,” you say quickly.

“It’s good for stress. Keeps mommy happy, keeps the grubs happy, keeps the King happy. Oh, we need his permission. Even when I already have it? You do still love him. Your sister was a cunt, and you clearly still feel affection for him. Why are you so hard on him? He didn’t even do it on purpose. Forgive him already so we can get on with our war and find our cherished ones. He has grown with you more in a short time than ever with his master. Surrogate mommy. Baby him and turn him into a King with your wily ways,” he tells you. You burst out crying.

“I want to! I have been doing my best to navigate the razor’s edge. I love my family, and Shigaraki is now a part of it. An accident! How should I know? He has yet to tell me! He just screams how it’s my fault for making him jealous!” You snivel. Dabi wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to cry in his ruff.

Dabi won’t say he cares for you both. But he will let your weak human body take comfort in his scent and his unspoken affection. Running his warm fingers in your hair. It was the nicest Dabi has ever been.

“Dabi, I was petrified for Lyra. I sent her away. She lost her temper in front of John. I beg your forgiveness,” you raise your palms to him. He touches them immediately.

“I know you are always looking out for her. I know it was just her with the tunnel. The dumb bitch was planning on running away for over a year now. Tell me…tell me where she is. I know you know,” he growled. You finish his stitches. Wrapping his limbs in the treated bandages, you listen to him vacillate between threats and seduction. He looks on the verge of genuine emotion as his face twists in grief.

“The blood bond was never complete. It will be harder for me if I don’t know where to start. Shigs surprised me. He is acting more like a leader. He said he would not punish Lyra because she is my lifemate. You must help me. Shoto and Lyra took Kurogiri, as well as all the little ones. I know she did not say anything about taking the siblings. I will find them and make it right,” Dabi states.

You slump. Of course, Lyra would do something that silly. You will have to teach her to be less selfish and thoughtless.

"Shhhh, I will not let you do that alone and injured," You tuck Dabi in bed. He looks vulnerable. You grab his face and lean close to whisper your plans in his ear. It was the sweetest lullaby to him.

“I understand. I will do as you order. I trust you. Trust you more if you let me taste your cunt again. It is a joy to witness someone clever and sees reason on the throne,” he rumbles, licking his chops.

“You are a drunk little moth, aren’t you? So cute. Time to sleep. Night-night time,” you say, shaking your head and stroking his fur. You shove him down. When he mumbled about tasting your milk out of curiosity, you left him drifting into the dream world. All mothmen are sex-craved pervs.

Yoon was right outside the door. Following you down the hall with a skip in his step and a flutter in his wings.

“I would be jealous if an outsider got to eat pussy and not me. I should be allowed to apply as a royal pussy eater too. Let’s try tonight,” he teased.

“Were you spying on us?” You snit at him.

“Maaaaaybeee, it is my job,” he sings.

“Good, then I don’t have to repeat myself. Don’t stick your nose in the conversation I’m about to have with Shiggy,” you order, slamming the door in his face.

Yoon opens the door and pulls you back into the hall, falling to his knees in apology to you.

“I am sorry I laid hands on my precious queen without permission. However, we still need to discuss Lyra. She is a traitor that kidnapped a portion of the royal family. The Queen cannot appear weak. Send me to assassinate her. Dabi will never know. We will find a sweet mate for the outsider. That human girl Suki is quite cute. Honestly, I have seen you crush people under your heel for less. That orgy girl still can’t find a mate.”

You wince at his harsh words. It is just strange seeing him so serious. You sigh. Thinking about what Dabi said and Yoon is not wrong.

“Lyra is many things, but she would never ever hurt my siblings. I’m sure they are well and fine. Would you say Shigaraki has changed since we have been mated?” You asked him, changing the subject. He looks up at you curiously.

“Absolutely. As is, I only vie to be a paramour or a second mate in your harem. Shigaraki was a joke until you came along. He was popular, but his inexperience had left him unsuccessful in war campaigns. Our other kings were not great, and our hive already had the lowest reputation for being aberrant. But none of them humiliated us while devastating our numbers like Shigaraki. Honestly, a revolution was brewing after the massacre of the lessers. Since you arrived, he has started trying harder to please and return to you. Winning battles and procuring us more. Alone he was ok. With you by his side, your reign will become a legend across the lands. No longer will our people be mocked. I would never interfere in your relationship. I simply wish to be a part of it.”

“Haram? You would never interfere in our relationship?” You repeat dubiously.

“Don’t you know? He made a decree not so long ago in front of you called “good for goose, good for gander” he has a harem; therefore, you can have one. I won’t interfere. I am your loyal servant. Before, if he had tried to harm you, I would stab him. I would stab him because you asked me. I would stab him a little, not enough to kill him, just cuz,” he shrugs, beaming.

“Anyway,” you start shifting uncomfortably under his lustful gaze. Not knowing if it is out of desire or stabbing. No way would you create a harem without Shigaraki’s approval, and that will never happen, “Dabi is considered Shigaraki’s brother and is blood mated to Lyra. Dabi is already a mess. It is complicated, but nothing we can’t handle as long as we keep it secret in our inner circle. It is why I only used you and the nest sisters. We must quell the scandal and continue to remain strong. Do you not trust me?”

He grits his jaw and does a sharp submissive bow, forehead touching the ground.

“I will never waver following my little queen's insanely naïve stupid orders. I trust you with my life and destiny. I must ask. What if by them taking the royal family, Shigaraki fails in our war? What if, beyond belief, she would not hurt the children? It turns out her uppers decided to hurt them. She would have no control over that, but she should still be held accountable since she had taken them from safety.”

“Then I would still want her back alive. To suffer,” you say sincerely. You know a perfect way too. You love Lyra, but no. She does not get to get away with what she has done. A wicked grin spreads across his face.

“As my little queen wishes,” he beams evilly.

“Good boy,” you smirk.

He twitches at your praise. You will think of something for Yoon as a distraction when he comes back from his new mission. He is loyal but asks for too much without Shiggy’s regard. Since his mates were killed in the walls collapsing, he deserves something. Perhaps he has always pursued you like this, and you did not know. You dismiss him and slam the door in his face.

“That’s just cold little Queen,” Yoon shouted.

You sigh, watching your beautiful man snore in the nest. The grubs delight at him, and your heart flutters. You are so torn. You adore Maude and cherish Shiggy. It is possible to love more than one person with all your heart. But you know it to be true as you rub your belly, feeling the pressure of a tiny hand pushing back. You will try to talk again.

You crawl next to him. Placing his lips near your nipple. You gush milk into his waiting mouth. He latches on like a leech. His eyes shoot open in surprise, his crimson gaze easing into eager acceptance. Suckling like a greedy infant. His claws lightly dig into your ribs to keep you in place. His eyes crack in lust and hope when they meet yours. For now, he has a nipple in his mouth and will take it hungrily.

You listen to his deep rhythmic panting as you hold him. Running your fingers through his ruff. So soft, it sends tingles through the webbing. His scent draws you to him. He whimpers when one of his unruly antennae brushes over your lips, and you capture it, flicking it with the tip with your tongue. He pops your nipple from his mouth. A little milk dribbled from the side of his mouth.

“Forgive?” he begs more than asks.

You nuzzle your face in his hair between his antennae before you talk.

“When I was a little girl, I was the last of a sweet woman’s legacy. My eldest sister was the only one who held me and told me she loved me. She sold herself to prostitution to help feed all of us. She had strange men stuff themselves in her. Hurt her. Treat her like she was nothing, all so her younger siblings could eat,” you are saying. You pause to see if he is listening to you. He holds you and waits patiently, he looks like he is withering, but Shiggy is listening.

“She wasn’t a saint. She could be selfish, greedy, and petty, but she always loved us. In a letter, she vowed she would never ever leave. No matter how hard I would try to push away. She will stay and ensure the little sister she loved most is safe. Then I heard how you let her drown in shit. It's not about forgiving. It's about stopping your and Master's lies. It was fair to take away your savior and master’s love. He was a monster,” you whisper. Shigaraki moves to your other breast. Stress suckling.

He pulls away with large sad eyes. He thought that was an awful story, but it’s a part of your story, so he is happy and hurt at your sharing. It is meant to make him fully understand what he took from you. Make right. Make it right, now! His instincts screamed.

“I didn’t mean it. No, that’s a lie. A part of me always wanted Maude away from you. You paid attention to her in a way you didn’t me. You listened to her and saw Maude in a special light. I hated her. But I only wanted to hurt her. Not kill Maude. I knew if I did, you would be mad. I never wanted to hurt you,” he pulled himself away to bow. He laid himself bare before her, explaining exactly what happened.

“She would not let it go. Insisting she would turn you against me if she was not made queen. I truly only meant to bounce her off the walls a bit. I did not know about the hole over the toilet. She fell through. I had my most reliable servants search for her. They couldn’t find her. I was advised to wait until her body was recovered. I was told you would hate me. I am deeply sorry for my part in this accident,” He rambles.

Holding his palms face up to you. You look away from him out of habit. His wings quiver in agitation. You kept him on the verge of another breakdown. He was about to scream how you need him for the grubs.

He will cut off pieces of himself. He’ll kill whomever you want him to. He loves you. He needs you. Anything. You grew very pale and trembled. You looked so broken to him. It shattered his heart to know he had hurt you this badly. He begged. A thing he thought he would never stoop to.

Giant tears of grief cascaded from your pretty eyes. Shigaraki is shaking, his heart racing. A bottomless pit feels like it opened in his twisting gut. Threatening to swallow him. He is frightened. This is what he dreaded. He cannot wander in the darkness alone. You are not touching his palms. His face is wet again as his long fingers wrap around his throat. He must strangle his anguish.

"You killed Master, are we not even?" He choked.

“It’s complicated,” You begin when he wails. A heart-wrenching howl from the pit of his soul. You quickly pull him to you. He clings to you as if you are his entire world will disappear if you are not here. You press your forehead to his.

“I had it all planned out nice and neat. You and I are even about Maude…but then John heard it! I can not let John feel the need for revenge because of me. His older sister, who vowed to be there for him. To always love him! I cannot give John a reason to seek revenge on his own because I have failed! You will kill him, and I cannot have that! I cannot be a failure. I would lose all my family! I can’t forgive because I fear you will try to kill my whole family if I do. I am the first human Queen. I am your mate. My heart. I feel so broken and torn. I love you! I always will, and it hurts.”

“I know.”

“We all share responsibility for Maude’s death. I knew that the hole was there. I was the one who covered it. I sent Maude away. I asked for the fertility potion,” Shigaraki cocked his head at that. You see his confusion and quickly move on. No sense in dragging Lyra more into it. Now that you know what happened, you don’t feel innocent either.

“Shhh, you are a queen. I will help you. I will not forget the pain I have caused. I can try my best to make it right for you and the little ones. Even to Imogene and Adam.”

“I don’t know what to do. John knows. John will demand reparations. We have stolen the closest thing to his mother as well. You will have to be punished harsher than being stabbed. I will always be yours. We are having grubs together. I love you,” You sob.

“You’re not leaving me? You can’t forgive, but you still remain as mine?” Shigaraki asks excitedly. So, what if he must pay more reparations to the kids? As long as he gets to keep you, he is happy and delighted to do whatever you want.

“I would never leave you. But I am still hurt and angry,” you snap at him. He fluttered. His whole body vibrated with joy. You will stay with him.

“I heard from Zenru that a portion of our hive wall was blown apart because of the gas build-up in one of the tunnels. Several Elite's mates were killed, but ultimately, casualties were low because of you and your fellow human efforts. My little mate is amazing, My perfection,” He rasped, kissing over your face and squishing your cheeks. He liked how paying you a compliment made you blush. Yet you still pulled from him. Making him angry, he could feel the practical side struggling with his instincts to please you no matter what. Has grubs, make happy, so stupid!

“The butterfly people will be here in a day. We need to appear together,” he rasps.

“Appear! Appear! We are together! You are mine. We wear the same collars,” he snarls. Flashing his necklace. Are you trying to replace him? His instincts unify in this paranoia, “Is it, Yoon? Should I kill Yoon? Kill most of the elites?” He wondered too loud.

“Quit being a child. No, you will not kill them. We are together! But we are angry and arguing. We need to not look like that when they visit,” You yank in his antennae.

“Harsh mean stoney female,” He whimpers like a puppy.

“You do look cute,” you murmur. He looks ‘cute’ to you, being pathetic and less manly. Then he shall play into your needs. He flopped over and mewled. You seem to like that. He will appear weak, just for you. More nest talk, in his opinion. Love him, dammit! His mind growls. You sigh because you know he is pulling at your heartstrings.

“Please, it hurts. You hurt me! Mean mate,” he snivels. You smile but steel your heart and look away from him. He snarled, tempted to say nasty things. He just demeaned himself. Instead, he stops and thinks.

“I do need to be punished. But hold off. We need to be untied after all for some silly whim,” Shigaraki says, realizing that you do not view apologies as weakness. How cute, you really are too naïve.

“It’s not a silly whim. They have the ear of the fey, the fey of the ogres, the ogres of the giants, the giants of the dwarves, and so forth. We need actual day fighters, not farmers with pitchforks. You are still hurt,” It annoyed you hearing him mock you. You know he was not taking you seriously. You mentally rage at him. He’s beaming like an idiot playing with his necklace. You can hear the clicking of his claws on the gold. You know it’s a better nervous habit than clawing his ruff. You like to squeeze yours because you imagine yourself crushing the jerk.

“Regardless, my little butterfly will have everything she needs. But in the meantime….Shouldn’t you give in to me? I swear I will be everything that you ever need after. My body and my soul are not my own. I am your slave and weak to your desires. You may do whatever you wish. I will gladly let you slice me apart. I will help you. Anything after the Azure rose. Now tell me of Master, then let's fuck…for the comfort of the grubs,” he reassures with the most serious face. Pulling you to him in a gentle embrace. You narrow your eyes because he was being irresistible and sweet on purpose. It is odd being attracted and bitter to a man who can conjure up the largest puppy eyes with the most exciting wings. After what you tell him. He will take you seriously.

“Your master was the evilest monster I have ever had the misfortune of coming across. That day after John threatened me to take care of you, he….. called on me for more training,” You begin, only to have him promptly aggressively question you.

“Training? Training in what? Why was he allowed to talk to you at all?” He snarls.

“Using my eye,” You say tentatively. Shigaraki hisses. Angry and agitated, he scowls and stills.

“You do not use your magic again like you did with the MLA. You will obey this. Damn Master. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch you. We agreed I would teach about your eye. Could have hurt the grubs,” he hisses and mumbles. Stilling in the way he does before he is about to go hurt someone. You fake pain in your gut. He instantly calmed down and started rubbing your belly. But you will ask why you can’t use your magic later.

“He summoned me…..,”

You turn to the other Mothmen and bring them in close, whispering your plan so Kurogiri can't hear when Kurogiri interjected.

“Shigaraki requires his mate now. I have been bombarded with requests all evening. More time has passed than I should have allowed,” He says with distaste.

“Kurogiri, I’m so sorry. May I have a conversation with you alone first?” You asked. His yellow eyes narrowed, but he agreed. Zenru and Yoon were still in sight but what you had to say to him was for him alone. The man was always patience personified, and you admired that about it.

“Thank you so much for your time and patience. I always wanted to be able to tell you that. That said, I want to know to who you are most loyal. Your Master? Shigaraki? Lyra?”

“I find this questioning offensive.”

“Be that as it may, Lyra will be strung up. The nice lady who is carrying your offspring,” you paused. It was a long moment before he answered.

“What proof do you have?”

“Other than my years of experience of seeing pregnant women? Her emotional mood swings are more violent than normal. She has been queasy aside from the fidgeting teary eyes. Gained a little weight even though she attempted to stick to a vegetable diet. Shigaraki will know it was Lyra who told me about my sister. So again, I ask. Where does your loyalty lie?”

Kurogiri is torn. He would have to run with Lyra and would need Master distracted.

“I will confirm your suspicions first. I will continue to stall. If it is true, then I will ask you to distract master.”

“Agreed.” This was perfect. Taking Lyra and running is now his plan. He will never be the wiser. Kurogiri leaves, and you turn to the two.

“Yoon, Zenru, I need your help. You want to see me happy. I need revenge and to get rid of Master. A while ago, I used my sight on him combined with what I have learned his vision cannot see fruition. He has been using and abusing your Queen and King,” you tell them.

“Our life is yours to do with as you please. My only regret is that we alone won’t be able to kill him. I don’t see him allowing more than the ones he views as loyal to Shigaraki. With our ranks, we can go with you. But I will not fight if it endangers your life,” Zenru said.

“You meathead, he will do something to her nevertheless. Do you trust that thing or the little Queen? I don’t want to die just yet, little Queen. I trust you. Do you have a plan?” Yoon asks.

“Yes, we will need my nest sisters. This hand signal means to follow. This one means to attack, stay, help. The sisters know these. Kurogiri is already taken care of. I’m going to rely on your fighting skills, follow my lead and wait for the right moment to strike,” you say quickly.

“Little Queen, your eye is bleeding,” Zenru says with deep concern.

“Yes. It hurts. But I had to push it,” you tell them while they fuss over your eye.

You had Zenru carry you. Master was having tea prepared. You are holding an adorable little grub. The only survivor of Yoon’s mates and three children. You will never forgive that explosive bitch. If you ever see her again, you will leave her broken.

“Master, the children should go home. I don’t want them overhearing, along with Lyra and Shoto. This is Yoosung, Yoon’s little grub. I was hoping a few of my nest sisters could watch him?” You ask. They must be here. Master grins.

“Of course, they are with the children. Come sit, let us talk of the future,” AFO said. You hand Yoon his soft fluffy baby. You didn’t want to. He was so cute, wavering tiny feelers, covered in soft white fur, four arms, and large orange eyes. He chirped until you fed him. Yoon tried to stop you, but without a mother, he needed to be fed now. Your instincts told you that. You could snuggle him for eternity. Holding a baby like this made you think of Shiggy. Yoosung hissed at his father and clutched at you. Yoon carried his son like he was a vicious cat far away from him. You will smack him for that later.

“They are quite adorable at that age. Maternal impulses kicking in. I saw that you didn’t let the grub go. Here have some tea. It will calm your nerves and dampen those instincts a bit. I have a proposal to make,” Master offered. Kurogiri poured your tea. Signaling he will be taking Lyra away, “I have several potential candidates I wish to endow with my magic. Your mate is still my top successor. I have plenty of power to loan to the most precious Queen who has managed to gather strength to her. I am truly impressed. But to receive this power, I ask for pure loyalty.”

Kurogiri chitters something and leaves to the bedrooms with your siblings and Lyra. You blush and quietly sip as if you are thinking of this. Time is slipping through your fingers, and you do not know if Lyra is safe yet. The signal is Yoon coming back. Time is stretching too far. You and Zenru can’t kill Master alone. Stall, you hear your sister mocking titter somewhere in the back of your head.

“Master, I wish to penalize Shiggy, but for the sake of my grubs and pride, I vowed never to leave him as long as he loves what I love,” you say. Your hands are shaking. What is this mix of emotions doing to you? The grubs feel like they are infecting you with excitement while your body trembles in fear.

“No need to separate. You seizing my power and the hive will be punishment enough, and you can keep Shiggy under your thumb,” he chuckles behind his mask.

“I don’t know, Master. There is so little I know about him. I don’t think I can make a vow to you without conflict with my first oath with Shiggy,” you say. You steal glances towards the door. Still no Yoon. Your heart is beating too hard. It’s a little bird that wants to escape this scary cage. You look at the cat in front of you. He sighs.

“I can assure you there will be no conflict. Loyalty to me will not disrupt your relationship. If anything, it will strengthen it. I used to be a member of the Order. We used to go around and find potential members amongst the magical creatures. After hearing a rumor, your mate came to me and begged me to give him a gift. I granted him one. The trauma left him a little broken. That is why he clings to you. I doubt there can be anything more painful to him than this proposal.”

Yoon walks in, and your heart is jumping like a frog in your throat.

The grubs are twisting and screaming in you.

“What do I have to do?” You ask quietly. Playing with your necklace, opening the front of your robes just enough to tease. Your other hand slipped into your robes to clutch the bottle hidden in the folds. Master stretched out his hand to you.

“First, you will have to hand me that bottle of poison,” he ordered. Your chest wasn’t that distracting. You pull it out, quickly yank the top off and swallow the contents. He rises and looms, his rage feelings like a physical presence bearing down on you.

“Foolish girl! What have you done!” He shouted.

“Waiting until it kicked in. Now!” You scream. Basilisk eye, you mentally roar. The world was chaos as shouts and movement shifted around you. You used your quirk and screamed in horror as it felt like a hot knife shot through your brain. You clapped your hand over it in confusion. Yoon went after the Nomu. It gave AFO enough time to move, the stone part of him sloughing off as Zenru barrels towards him. Your seven sisters screech as they tear at him. Four fists pummel to keep him down, only he lets his flesh be torn away as he claws his way towards his room.

“No!” you scream, using your magic again. Oh gods, it hurts! But you don’t blink this time. It’s not enough. He is retreating to his spells. You can’t have that. You love these moth people. Yoon is at the Nomu like a god of death. You grab a knife off his belt. A hand shoots out to snatch you back. He catches the top of your robes and loosens them more. You don’t care. They need your help. You slipped from his hold, pulling your robes further down.

“NO! No, little queen. You could be harmed!” Yoon shouted after you, only you couldn’t understand him. The damn Nomu was giving him trouble.

When you burst in, they have him pinned to the bed, struggling with excessive flesh and spikes. You only need to do this one more time. Just enough time to finish this. You puked. It was sudden and frightening. The air was a sickening stench of gore and blood. You grab your robes and force your way into the pile.

“Move. I need to see him!” You screamed. Zenru pulls you up, protecting you with his arms from the spikes. You used your magic eye again, stopping him. He laughs.

“You ungrateful bitch!”

“Monster! Die already!” You screeched, plunging the knife into the middle of his chest. You scream louder as your vision blurs. Your brain feels like it is on fire. Strong hands wrap around yours and help you drag it down his middle, slicing him open. Hands spread his cage and expose his still beating and wriggling organs. Not human! Yoon is hacking and sawing at his neck until his head bounces off. His intestines writhe as they start to pull themselves together. Several hands grip the beating heart and thrust it into your mouth. You don’t want to, but your primal mind sinks your teeth in. The hot blood shot down your throat. The moment it hits your gut, the wriggling calms. The grubs are pleased, and you rip and chew more of it. The doctor came in, saw what was happening, and grabbed the head to run for his life. A black inky portal opens behind you.

“And the rest you know,” you finished. You look at him, and his expression scares you. He grabs your shoulders and rages at your face.

“You swallowed poison!”

“No…no….I switched the label. Lyra would have had a fit if she saw I was using a booster.”

“There's a reason for that! All magic has a cost. Look at my wings! They are blackening because of it. Look how ragged they are. Look at my arm, my skin! If it is not physical, it is mental! That is why so many wizards are insane! Damn you! Only in emergencies. Never! Never again. I will grab the leash and parade you around. I need you, and you can’t be risking yourself like this,” he snarls, pulling you to his chest and squeezing you tight. His chest heaving, his heart pounding. You can’t help but lean into him.

“You don’t hate me?” You ask. Troubled by his lack of reaction.

“You didn’t let any of them touch you? Especially Yoon? That fucker is sneaky, and has been sniffing around you a lot lately.”

“No. Zenru would never allow that. Yoon is loyal to the hive and wants us to be together,” you lie. Half-lie, Zenru did let people touch, but he kept everyone in line. Yoon is dedicated to the hive and has thoughts of being a part of your harem, Shiggy doesn't need to know about that. But Shiggy seems satisfied and kisses you.

“I never could. I could never hate you. I love you. From now on, you will let me feed you again and be mine entirely. You can punish me for John later, agreed?”

You nod, snuggling against his more as he rubs your belly. What choice did you have? Three grubs. They are too much for you alone. He pats you on the head, then runs his claws through your hair. You want to smack him. He treats you like a dog still.

“Good girl,” he says, nuzzling your hair and chirping. Most of the things you told him disturbed him, but right now, all he can think of is the chain on the hoop of your clit. He wants you now. He flops over with you and looks up at him with those innocent eyes. He winces when you kiss him. But soon, he is tasting you back. Melting for you. Why are you always so nice to me, he wonders.

“I don’t want to stop. The beast inside me won’t be satisfied with this. I want your pussy. It feels so good. Let me make you feel good,” he purrs.

“What? Why? I’m huge, and you are still injured. Not to mention sore when you forced me to take your knot,” you whine. He shakes his head at you.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are? You are powerful and fertile. With battle scars. Do you have any idea how many challenges I had each week? It was a feast. Mmmmm, tasty just like you,” he mumbled between kisses. He’s not bothered with his own pain.

“Ok. But be gentle and with my clothes on,” you whimper. Your bashful expression makes his heart and cock throb in tandem. He loves how red your cheeks get. It’s a silly request he will indulge. He swore he would never be gentle again because you felt too good. He was never quite able to break that rule. But today, as long as you never leave, he will give you what you want.

He fluffs the pillows and lays you on your side. His stab wounds still hurt, but he feels all the annoying hard work has paid off, and he is not about to regress that progress now. He doesn’t want to think of the past. He only wants to be in the present with his perfection.

He kisses near his mark, smelling how mad you are, still resistive and tense at his touch. He chuffs while kissing over your shoulder. Lifting your robes. Running the tips of his fingers over your ass and thigh.

“Pretty butterfly. My perfection. My moon. You deserve to be worshiped. Your pussy feels so good,” He moans. Lifting your knee, running his tongue up to your bare thigh, he kisses planted along the way. Notching himself at your little entrance. You are so tight he has trouble sheathing himself fully. He should have been working your body daily. Relief is washing over him as you give enough for him to shove the head of his cock in. Working himself inch by inch in your hot, slick walls.

“It hurts," you whined. He shivered in need, a rumbling purr building.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you feel me for eternity. I'm starved for you," he whispers huskily.

"You are such a sweet talker when you can speak,” you mumble at him.

“I’m always talking dirty to you. Only it’s in my language. I’m going deeper into you. Fill you up with me. Try to be calm. I don’t hate this. Squeezing your tits and being one with you. All mine. It’s so relaxing,” he sighs and pulls you close.

He is sickly sweet like this. But…..you don’t mind it, though. A new side of him makes you heat up hot for him. He rotates his hips in a way that creates light circles deep inside you. You shouldn’t have agreed to this. You want to stay mad at him.

It’s so hard when the guy you stab still thinks the world of you. For just this moment, you will let your anger go. He stopped, studying your expression with crimson eyes. His soft cheekbones redden as he grins at you knowingly.

“Nice face,” he chirps. Kissing passionately as he thrusts his length in and out of you. You pull away from his mouth.

“Will you always love me? I stabbed you,” You ask him. He laughs and nibbles at your neck.

“What a stupid question. Always. I’ve been stabbed worse. It’s sexy. You can be a vicious little brat for what is yours. I’ll allow it. Fuck, you are getting so wet for me,” he chuckles. Back to ravishing you, invading your holes with intrusive tongue and cock. He lets your knee drop to grip your hip and pull you more into him. Your slick walls allow him to buck his hips harder. Creating tingles deep in your core. You clamp a hand over your mouth.

“Stop that. I like hearing your voice,” Shigaraki growls, pulling your hand away.

“I know. But it’s embarrassing….ahhhh…. when the accommodations are so close…uh… to each other. Slow down,” you groan.

“Mmmmm, stop saying such cute things. We've screwed in front of the court. Makes me want to fuck deeper,” he grunts, increasing the snapping of his hips. The slapping sounds of your skin sharply connecting overpower your squeals. He is getting rougher, panting and growling directly in your hair. It felt like he was growing bigger in you. His presence pressing heavy on you as sends shivers of pleasure through you. You are starting to feel guilty. You know once you cum you will start losing that grip on your rage.

“Nnnngh……no, enough. I will make you climax another way,” you snap at him.

“Huh? What? No, you are so close. I can smell it and feel it. Your pussy is drooling on me. Your tight cunt sucks my cock so well. I promise not to knot. I know you are still sore from my neglect. While I’m healing, I’ll protect and take care of you,” He rasped. Pumping his length in you at a tender, even pace rubbing over your sweet spot. It was building too quickly.

“No, get off of me. Uh-uh-uh, please!” You beg. Ecstasy hits you hard. Tingling in your middle and radiation through your body. You scream and lean into him as he growls and sporadic jerking of his hips.

“All mine,” he snarls as he reaches down to squeeze his knot. He’s trying so hard while you are being a brat. He twitches and shudders against you. Shivering in bliss, you feel that flame, a rage dwindle. Moves to your feet.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” You panic. Is he going to take your legs? He is so paranoid about you running.

“I can control my abilities. I’m going to take care of you. Rub your feet and anything else that will make you happy. Make the grubs happy, so they hurt you less,” he says.

Kissing your toes and purring. You hate how he is being kind. Leaking cum and getting your feet rubbed. Your life has gotten strange. He watches you in the bath, and you try to ignore him. He coddles you until you are fast asleep.

He watches you snore lightly. You are so significant with happy grubs. He is mulling over all the information you have given him. The grubs enjoy anger and human flesh. Imogene said twins are not uncommon in your family. Also, death in childbirth wasn’t unusual either. He should have waited like Master told him to.

Lyra is pregnant with Kurogiri’s grub or baby. He’s not sure what Kurogiri is. He knew something was going on with them. That is the only way Kuro would betray master. Dabi usually is on top of it. Shigaraki is certainly not going to tell him. He goes to the room he created for the master and uses the scrying mirror. He tries Kurogiri first. Nothing. He calls the doctor. He man better pick up because Shigaraki’s wings still need to heal.

“Doctor, it’s Tomura. We need to talk. Rest assured that no one will hear this conversation. You are safe.”

“Your insane mate wants me dead!” Dr. Ujiko shouted.

“I don’t blame her. I asked if they had foolishly let you live. After all the things I heard Master had been doing to her behind my back, I am furious. He had touched and trained my mate when he knew how my species feels about that. Worse, he kept the secret that I begged him for my ability from me. I don’t remember much back then, so I can let that go. I would have been tempted to kill him if I wasn't grateful. I will have the call for your head reversed, and you will continue your work in peace as long as you don’t plot anything against my mate,” Shigaraki rasped calmly.

“Don’t have much of a choice. Agreed, the queen is too powerful anyways. How do you feel about that?”

“How do I feel about that? I feel like it is great. Less work for me. I have stronger feelings about how Master offered her some secret power while bragging about how he had others in the wing. I want their names.”

“He always meant for you to have the pure raw power when you are ready. That hasn’t changed.”

“Mmmmm. It must be fate. We are both hearing voices. Have you ever heard of a blood bonding doing that?”

“Possible. Master said he could see your corruption altering her. Now she is too powerful.”

“I disagree. My mate is powerful, and she is mine to control. I will consider master’s gift after I take the Azure rose. It’s one thing to take. It’s another to keep. You keep working, and I will keep you safe. You will see to it when my mate gives birth, she and them will survive…..or I can’t promise your fate if I lose her,” he warned. Ujiko agreed. Of course, he would. It has been Dabi and him supplying Ujiko with more than funds and security.

He crawls back into the nest with you.

“Where were you?” You mumbled.

“Just helping others take their medicine,” he rasped, wrapping himself around you. Half asleep, you snuggled into your favorite spot on him. Inhaled his scent.

“You need healing more. Rest and be with me. Here feel,” you yawned, placing Shiggy's hand on your belly. He felt a little hand, then a foot press against him. He vowed to take care of the grubs if anything happened to you. You must have known it was dangerous, yet you still wanted his grubs. How could he continue without you? His life is not his own anymore. He will follow you anywhere. Even death.

He stares at the curse slowly creeping up his arm. It is at the crook of his elbow. Lyra has gone too far stealing his little ones. He had just become attached, and she had just played with everyone's emotions. He will not forgive her. He watches you sleep, twitching and wincing in fear.

Holding you close, he purrs and soothes your nightmares. You smiled and nuzzled closer, dreaming of picnics in fields of dandelions.

Chapter 23

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