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Mommy needs me! Final Chapter

You inherited to your Aunts farm after she passed from cancer. But you don’t know also inherited giant Mothman-manchild, who is pissing and jizzing everywhere in your house.

A world full of quirks scares and changes everything for you. Life in a quirk habitat, Shigaraki's old nest, was not easy. You start to learn what it really means to be a mother. To be in love with Shigaraki as he creates a family around you. It is annoying when no one tells you when you will be going home, escaping the grasp of the yakuza, Master, and the cops.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki, offensive language, violence, mommy kink, references to knotting, piss and lactation, and drug use

(chapter 5: prev)

Final Chapter:

All mine, Shigaraki thought in pleasure.

Cradling his Mommy close. You are still worn out from too much sleep, the coma leaving you weak. The little grub barley has grown. Shigaraki is nuzzling and loving you. You are carrying his grub. Mommy is pregnant with his child. He will be the man of the hive. He will do better. Gain more power. More power. If he has a son, he will have the power to keep him in line. Preventing the grub from trying to steal you for a viable mate. He grinned maniacally at these sweet thoughts. Finally, one plan was working.

Shigaraki growls and holds you tighter. He will be more powerful than his original Father. That is something he has learned. Power is all that matters. He might not be the strongest, smartest, or nicest. But he is the most powerful and that makes him better than his weak, pathetic, broken Father. His claws run through your hair, and you make sweet whimpers of pain in your sleep, so close to your whimpers of pleasure. Fuck! It was making him hard. His cock grew painfully erect. His seed leaking on your belly and hips. He just wanted a female. Power. It was only natural.

He loves this. Having a female to rut, to scent, to love. A female is power. He has the best Mommy. Therefore, he is already the most powerful. He looks at the camera in the corner. Master, he mentally seethes. He left because he recognized how weak he would be with Master who was trying to replace his original Father. He was grateful for not being "exterminated" like the other test subjects. Especially after he ended his family. As grateful as he is to Master, he will not let him have his Mommy. Your eyes flutter, and he chirps sharply to encourage you to wake up. He is on you when you groan and sit up, licking and nuzzling with coos at your smooth neck.

"Not this morning, Shiggy," you groan. Throwing your arm over your eyes, absently smearing his cum on you. Not that there was a lot of light here, you just wanted get your sex fiend of a baby boy off you for a moment. Shiggy is horny all the time. He's become more demanding since you've woken up. To the point, you want to snap at him like an annoying three-year-old. Worse, a bratty three-year-old, that knew so many ways to kill a person. He could touch and turn you to dust, drop you from the sky, or tear you in half with his claws. In your case, it was fuck you to death. You manage to sit up with him with pawing all over you.

You pull on the white shirt and panties the asshole in charge gave you. So magnanimous, you think sarcastically. Some part of you thinks the "Master" is a giant pervert getting off on watching Shigaraki hump you into oblivion. You feel the light tug and touch of Shiggy's claws. He's been helping you in your weakened state, fussing over you like a child in charge. Finishing with helping you put on clothes by caressing both breasts, tweaking the nipples, and trilling. The way Shiggy sucks at your chest, sometimes you wonder if he's happy your pregnant so he can use you as a food source again. You look towards the well-hidden camera in the corner and flip it off. Shiggy peels hissy laughter. Ignoring him while you stretch, trying to stiffly stand, you lightly smack his hands away. The two of you have had nothing but time on your hands.

"Mommy is angry this morning. Need more big boy time, make happy. I can make Mommy feel good," He laughed. He chirps and helps you stand on your wobbly legs. The way he stares at you with total devotion for so little praise forces you to be a better person. All you wanted was more of that look of worship. The time you spend together, weak and helpless, you start teaching Shiggy English. It was incredibly frustrating. You had to learn to be patient and teach him things. He was an eager student and proud of his pronunciation. All your spare time not doing essential functions is playing cards. Shigaraki beats you every time. It added to your frustration.

"I'm starving," you announce to the room, ignoring him. Shiggy growls in displeasure.

"Tests today. Many tests. Only liquid. Father says only liquid diet and water. They have not delivered mail," Shiggy struggles to say. Snorting in self-scolding, short little deep puffs in irritation, fluff from his collar float in the air as he scratches his. You reach out and stop him with a tender touch to the back of his hand. Shiggy wanted to please you.

"Thanks for reminding me. You will be the best, Daddy," you smile. He trills with a ruffle, his entire body shuddering in bliss. He rose like a dominating monolith to loom.

"Sun time. Drink water during the sun time," He demands. Falling into hisses and growls as he scoops you up to carry you to the nest entrance. You can't help it. Your heart pounds like a wild bird caged. When you first woke up confused, Shiggy did everything. He still does everything, not letting you be independent in this habitat. It's not like you could with how weak and how it's set up for someone with wings.

"Eeep!" You cringe and shriek. The look on his face tells you all. A cocky leer splits his face. A mischievous glint in his eye, that smirk dancing at his lips, tells you the tables flipped since he can navigate this world. You must hold onto him as he swings like Tarzan from the habitats nest. You squeeze your eyes shut and pretend you are not plummeting to the earth. Remembering childhood games and mumbling the prayer light as a feather, beseeching he won't drop you each time before he lands with a light jolt. He spreads his wings at the last moment landing softly.

"Soft as a leaf," he laughed.

"Yes, Little Mommy is light. Light and scared. Needs strong male. Needs me. Look. Mommy is light as a feather. Look. Look. Mommy needs only ten minutes in the sun. Then back to nest," he smirked. He is very proud of himself. He was cute like this, so cute you forgot briefly that you were trapped in a fake world. Living in the largest nest hanging from a tree you have ever seen. When you were young, you wanted a tree house. You can see now how stupid and problematic that was without wings.

The white shirt you wear clings to your curves, your hair has grown, and it cascades down your back in soft waves. Standing in a sun-drenched section of the enclosure, the light streaming through the windows cast a warm glow on your skin. Shiggy watches you anxiously from the edge. He does not like the sun and is careful to protect his sensitive eyes. He trills when he pushes a large glass of water toward you. It sparkles like diamonds in the sunlight.

You hold a tall glass of clear, sparkling water in one hand. Brings it to your lips, sipping it slowly and letting a few drops spill down your chin and onto your chest, Eyes half-closed in a seductive gaze as you savor the refreshing liquid.

Shiggy watches water droplets trickle down your neck and between your breasts, creating a tantalizing sight. The water soaking your shirt creates a peek-a-boo effect that hitches his breath. Your breathing quickens as you take another sip, lips curling into a satisfied smile, tilting your head back, letting the last water slide down your throat before setting the glass aside. You stand there for a moment, basking in the sun's warmth and the moment's pleasure. When you hear a pathetic whine, come from the shadows.

"Mommy, please. I don't know why. I feel hot. My body is out of control. My heart pounds. My skin itch. Want Mommy. It's painful. Mommy, please," he begged. Thick hard cock in hand, he slowly strokes his oozing length panting and drooling. When you walked to him, he fell to his knees, running your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you with a face full of pained desire. You could feel your heart breaking for him.

"Your speech is getting much better. My poor baby, you deserve a reward," you whisper.

Without another word, you knelt in front of him and took his length in your mouth. He tenses in surprise and need, leaning back, claws digging into the ground.

"Good, Mommy," he moans, eyes rolling. You could feel the warmth of his skin as you wrapped your lips around his cock, slowly licking and sucking it. He sighed with pleasure, lightly bucking, hitting the back of your throat. The sensations of gentle teasing were too intense and passionate. The feeling of the warm, wet mouth around his penis was incredible. The feel of your tongue and lips moving up and down is incredibly gratifying. He shuddered when your tongue teased his tip. He drank deep of all the senses you are creating. The warmth, wetness, and movement were exciting and satisfying. Hot precum slid down your throat as you relaxed and took more of him. He was so big you worried you would choke on his cock. You could feel the tension in his body melting away as you pleasured him. His face, in painful rapture, was slowly disappearing in his fluffy collar. Three fingers fist your hair, whimpering little, "Ah, ah, ah."

It's hard to breathe with a throat full of cock. You can feel his pulse against your velvety tongue. His grip tightens as he pulls you away, and jets of hot cum shoot down your throat, constricting on his knot as he pulls you away from his knot. The knot gets to be the size of a grapefruit. You are grateful for that. Not grateful for his very salty heady flavor. But your stomach appreciates the gift. His body thrums and flutters, his head thrown back as he growls his pleasure. When he finally stops cumming, you hold him close, letting him know he isn't alone. He pants and keens. You lay with him in the shade of the enormous trees. Suddenly he bolts up. Hissing and fluttering in a tizzy. His cock glistened with your spit and dripping cum. His red hot knot prevented him from retracting his twitching dick.

"Spit! Spit! Bad Mommy! Spit it out!" He demanded. Shoving his thumbs in and opening your mouth wide. Irate when you laughed and playfully shoved him.

"Liquid diet. Don't worry! It won't hurt the grub," you giggle. You gently caress his cheek, running a thumb over the scar on his lips. Your eyelids are heavy with adoration, "You are so protective. I didn't appreciate it before. But after all the scars we both carry. I understand you are amazing."

His body trembles under your touch. Your words knit into the fabric of his soul. You have never heard this keening hiss. His eyes are large and watery before he squeezes them tight, scrunching himself in his ruff.

"Mommy can never disappear. I love you. I love Mommy. You are mine. All are mine. My scent spread. Confusing. I should take all females that are mine. More power. I want to be a good big boy. I will only take the ones I know," Shiggy said cryptically.

"What are you talking about? Can you try again with more words?" You ask him patiently. He shakes his head no like he is coming out of a lust fog.

"Time to see, Father. No, argue," he growled. You are not an expert, but you worry when you look down at your stomach. Am I bloated, or is this thing growing fast? You wonder as you touch the bump forming there.

"That's a good idea," you say, letting him pick you up and carry you to the exit. He stands there holding you and growing visibly agitated, and he takes several swipes to scratch around his eyes.

"Hey! We know you see us. Open up. We have an appointment!" You shout at the door. A crackle of the speaker before the nasty old doctor tickles in.

"We are in the middle of a discussion. You can wait," Ujiko snarked.

"No, we can't. I am about to pee myself," you shot back. The doors immediately open to your shock, "Oh, I should have threatened with that before."

Squirming out of Shiggy's grip, you squealed and ran at Tanaka into a bear hug. She feels too thin to you. Tanaka grunts when you squeeze her too tight, stiffing in shock.

"Oh, we're doing this. We hug now. We're huggers?" Tanaka asks in her monotone. Shigaraki nuzzled Tanaka's hand.

"Absolutely, you bitch. Anyone who saves my life gets a hug," you laugh. A bubble of emotions turns that laugh into blubbering. Tanaka blushes and hugs you back. A low, ominous growl came from Shiggy. Tanaka pushes you away with her hands raised and shakes her head at him while you wipe away tears with the back of your hand.

"Calm down. It's not like that. What title do I get after this? If I die because my title is 'Father,' then I don't want it," Tanaka said, pointing at your belly.

"Is nature to protect mate, to protect Mommy, against everything. I will be a good boy, Father," Shiggy hissed. His claws dug into the floor, not wanting to be scorned by you or Father over scratching his flesh. Mommy likes a full ruff, he reminded himself.

"I really do need to pee. I can feel my teeth swimming," you announce, crossing your legs. The pressure on my bladder mounts when you feel movement. Making you squeal in surprise and need.

"Don't go in here. I will never hear the end of it. The bathroom is-ah," Tanaka yelped.

"Show me!" you yelled when you yanked her in the direction she was looking at. Shiggy on your heels, "No! You stay here. Only ladies!" Giving his chest a rough shove to step back. You run to the toilet, sighing in relief. You didn't bother to shut the door.

"I don't thi-hey, whoa," Tanaka said, turning her back and blushing more furiously when she caught a glimpse of you pulling your panties down, "I don't think that would work to keep him out if he really wanted to come in. What is with this ladies-only nonsense? This isn't a gentrified bathroom?" You roll your eyes at her.

"Obvi. He doesn't know that, and he will do what I say. I just wanted to have a conversation with you without cameras. I swear I had an out-of-body experience. I think I forced a guy on the wall to change his attention to other people. I know that sounds insane. I can't explain it," you say in a rush. Tanaka is mumbling to herself over what you said.

"Did you experience while you were in the induced coma?" Tanaka asked, biting her lip in concern. Drying your hands, you consider it. Little glimpses between the darkness. Mostly the horrible stench of Shigaraki's musk and his whimpering. You tell Tanaka this and shift from foot to foot. More mumbling to herself as you roll your eyes again.

"Are you going to tell me the plan?" You ask. Crossing your arms. Staring at yourself in the mirror. The woman looking back looks like a stranger. You look shallow and too thin also.

"The plan is for you to let Shigaraki and myself care for you. Stay out of trouble. Do whatever they want and keep your head down. You need a lot of tests. A lot of monitoring. You are still in critical care. You don't have to be a doctor to see that baby is growing too quickly," Tanaka says sternly. She turns on the hot water. Steaming the mirror where she writes mic. Hide in rooms next-door, before lunch, for four days. She erases and writes your quirk. Do not tell anyone. She quickly wipes the mirror clean of any traces of the message. You turn and lift your shirt enough to see the carvings in your flesh have healed. But you still have a reminder of hell. You let your shirt drop. You have no idea how you will get to those rooms.

"I understand. Thank you for saving me. I didn't think it would turn out this way," you say, melancholy. Your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt. You have never felt so useless in all your life. Now it's Tanaka's turn to roll her eyes.

"My god, woman. It's what we do for family. And as much as I despise saying this. You guys have been more like family to me than anyone. I always go along with animals better. But you two keep me on my toes enough to always keep my interest," Tanaka said. She was surprisingly humble. You think as you both leave to have tests run. You hate the little shit Doctor Ujiko. You are so happy that Shiggy stays by your side. It keeps the doctor from touching you. That was thoroughly explained to you about How grateful you should be locked up in an experiment cage. They would have kept you in a filthy cage or killed you if Shiggy didn't threaten to escape and Tanaka seduced with data. If Shigaraki didn't threaten to destroy everything he saw if something happened to his grub. If Shiggy had left your side, they would have kept you in a coma until after you birthed.

While they say these things to you, you grit your teeth and feel on edge. A painful need for relief eats at you. All you can think of is the drugs. These monsters want to cage you only after risking your life in an induced coma wouldn't keep their favorite slave compliant. You hated them. You hated the Yakuza, and you hated Master and his disgusting people. You hated them for how they treated your Shiggy. You hated them for how they treated you. You hated how they made Tanaka interested in them. With no drugs, by the way! Unable to enjoy sex! They dumped me in a nest and left me in pain and hungry! Your brain screamed. It was so loud in the lab. Your nails digging into your palms, nerves on fire, as you swallow their shit to survive. When you were questioned by Ujiko, you acted like a broken doll. You feel shattered. Saying things you don't believe or care about, to live one more day in pain.

"Thank you so much!" you beamed. The whole while, your mind screamed for your happy hour. That Chronos is worth it for your six-pack. Finally, that voice has quieted down as your rage grows.

"Well, one good thing to come out of this shit is that I learned enough about quirks. I might be able to deliver this unknown entity," Tanaka said, holding a scanning wand.

"Call it a baby, please," you said.

“A grub,” Shigaraki hissed.

"A grub indeed," Tanaka said with wide eyes showing Doctor Ujiko the ultrasound.

"That's normal. She is developing at a normal rate for Tomura's kind. Remarkable. You must undergo several injections to make up for the vitamin deficiencies. Still, this little parasite is coming along well. What a giving mother," Ujiko laughed.

"Grub," Shigaraki corrected with a low hiss. Tanaka injected you with vitamins and other medications. Drawing blood. All the while arguing with the Ujiko.

"I told you I am a veterinarian. Not a virologist," Tanaka growled.

"This will be interesting. The quirk virus is spreading rapidly. It will be interesting to see how it affects the grub. We are almost guaranteed a variant or another decay quirk since Tomura's genes appear dominant. Look at the pronounced spinal column. That will become an exoskeleton when he's older," Ujiko said.

"Wait, how does quirk work then? There needs to be more literature on it. Clearly, you've been genetically manipulating Shigaraki…um…Tomura,” Tanaka asked.

"Excuse me!" you interrupted, "I'm having a boy?" Shiggy was trilling and keening with joy at your belly. Jerking in shock when the baby writhes in response. Your teeth are clenched, knuckles white as your nails dig into the sable leather of the table.

"Oh yeah, it's a boy. Ujiko, will he have external genitals, unlike Daddy over there?" Tanaka was asking when you felt something mentally snap in you.

"Can I see?" you ground out. Close to biting Ujiko's throat open. You love Tanaka. Ujiko saw you as a thing to use and made it obvious. Tanaka's eyes darted as she pivoted the ultrasound to you. Tanaka turned bright red as she pointed to parts."

"This has a penis…..see," She points, looking away from you with a red face from the significant dangly bits of the baby. Your eyes widen. How is that supposed to be inside your baby? There is no room in your baby to hold that thing! Shiggy was fiercely proud.

"Just like Daddy. He will grow with," Shiggy chuckled.

You mentally smack yourself when you realize Shiggy manages just fine. Once you get past the huge cock and balls, his ball, you correct. With a skull, fingers, and scrunched-up legs. It is your baby. Yours. Your hands shake this time not from need, by from the redirect to kill all threats to this precious thing. Tanaka was sucking on a vape pen. Ujiko had stepped back from striking distance. Your hands are shaking as you stare at your ultrasound. They could not deny you this. He is yours. He is not entirely human looking, and you crave destruction or relief. But this is yours. This is your new addiction.

You didn't know you moved to grip the screen. To burn your son's distorted image in your memory for all time. He was not human. This must be how the first mother of a quirk baby felt. Sad your son will never be normal. But that didn't matter because it was your job to make him always feel loved. Technology has advanced enough that you see details no mother before could understand. The stubby outline of sprouting wings. The sharp pronounced spine and shoulders, stubby fat arms and legs. Their sharp edges are wholly inhuman. The eyes are too large for even Shiggy. Small leaf-shaped feelers pulled back on his large head. What you saw was a god growing in you. The outside world will never understand how special he is and how you are for being blessed with him.

"Shin," you breathe. Everyone freezes. Shigaraki chirps and nuzzles.

"Shin it is. I like. Shinnnnn," Shigaraki purred to your bump. His claws prickle at your flesh as he rubs tenderly with three fingers.

"Most of Tomura's genetic makeup was selected and picked from the test subjects. Quirks are inherited from the parents. Tomura was a variant. His grandmother had wings, and her subsequent children became more insect heteromorph. As we continued to breed that line, we added more little tweaks to his quirk. Shame about his family," Ujiko said.

"What happened to his family?" You asked. Shigaraki loomed, yanking you away from the table with a nasty hiss.

"Enough! Time to eat and rest. Take tube bag out, now," He growled, pointing at the IV.

"No. I am feeling better. Let me visit with Dr. Tanaka," you begged.

He gave in. It is concerning that he knows he could control your life this much. He did not look well. He was fidgeting and twitching like his skin was crawling with ants. Tanaka wasn't looking great, either. But once she was vaping and talking about all the exciting things, she learned about quirks. Now that you have one, you need to understand it, and it's irritating Shiggy won't be patient. Shiggy twitched in mounting boredom. He spent his time hissing anytime Dr. Ujiko came close. The more Tanaka talked and vaped, the healthier she appeared and livelier. Something was endearing and unsettling about it. You have had conversations with her in the past, whole nights sometimes, about the most ordinary things. One time it was about the best kind of chocolate chip cookie. The debate over crispy versus chewy was intense. You preferred chewy, which is the correct answer, but Tanaka took a hard stance.

"Your opinion is mute when considering whether it is chewy or crispy. You would still use milk!" She shouted. You had to laugh because you have never seen her so worked up, "In fact. Real facts! A crispy cookie is drier and therefore absorbs milk faster."

The argument stopped when you felt like you would die laughing. Shiggy snorted between you two, unable to fully understand since his position was all cookies are good. Females are insane and would like cookies and bourbon now. Pleasant memories as Shiggy brings you to the present, ripping the needle from your arm as he carries you back to the horrid habitat. You wanted to rage at him. He was pacing. His mumbles sounded dark. How do you go about this in a way that will be the least harmful to everyone?

"Shiggy, I am unhappy," you sigh, mentally and physically. Instantly he is by your side.

"Mommy needs food? Yes? Make them give us food," he growled. You gripped his wrist. He froze like your hand was a dangerous weapon, looking at you in confusion with a layer of obsession that made your heart beat faster. Loyal and loving. That was different in survival and the business world. But here he is, raised like a caged animal, doing something you struggle with.

"Shiggy. I have not seen Tanaka in a long time. I was looking forward to seeing her. You knew this, and yet you took me away. It was unkind to us both. Tell me why?" you asked at your limit with him. His eyes widened, and he twitched, eyes narrowing while his feelers dropped before his expression relaxed into unpleasant acceptance.

"Females are precious. Females are power. A chance to live on. I wanted my sister. Father thought I was stupid. Not able to care for a female. When sister told I was seducing. He punished me. This time I thought to death. I used quirk for the first time. Killed everyone. I regret the females and the others. Not Father. I was happy to kill him. He taught valuable lessons," Shiggy nodded solemnly in contemplation. Your knee-jerk reaction was not your best moment.

"I am sorry for what you went through. But you are not killing our son," you snarled at him. Wrapping your arms around your belly and glaring at him. He chirped. A beautiful shudder cascaded over his body, his muscles popping out, before he pounced quickly, pressing you down. Panting with heavy lids. You are confused why he is suddenly aroused.

"Such (pant) a good mommy (pant) mine! Want to be in you! Mommy, please. Fuck. I want to feel sweet, Mommy. Big boy time," he begged. You gripped his hair and antennae, making him snarl, shivering in desire and pain.

"No! You promise me you will not kill our grubs or have sex with them. No bad boy touches on our grubs. Promise me, and you can have big boy time," you demanded. His cock grinds on your hip as the panties easily tear away. He chirped, licking your wrist, his long tongue grazing your lips. His red eyes burn into yours.

"I promise. No need to. I have Mommy. I will not hurt grub. Big boy time, now. I will make it good," he begged sweetly. You hesitantly released his ruff. Already questioning his wording.

"Ok. That is an unbreakable promise," you gasped. He thrusted himself deep and hard into you. He was unbelievably quick. Vibrating and shuddering as hot cum leaks from you. He carefully ensured he had not knotted as he slumped over you, gasping for air.

"Better than mine. Better Mommy than mine," his hot breath fanned over your neck. You held him close before you answered.

"Wasn't she also your dad's sister or mother?" You asked. You can feel him tense, "You don't have to do that. Our grub will have options. There is a world full of women." He pulls away aggressively. Refusing to look at you.

"What options? Look at me. Look at the outside world. I will no argue. I will be better. Already have a female chosen for Shin," he rasped.

"What? Who?" You bolted upright at this horrible news. Your heart slammed in fear and shock. Shiggy jumped out of the nest with ease. Leaving you to wonder.

"I get food," he hissed over his shoulder. Shiggy mulled over your words. What kind of options will his boy have? He sought Father's wisdom. Shigaraki did not like Mommy's smell. It was sad. He hated Tanaka's smell. It was growing again, and he pleaded with her to stop smoking.

"Don't give me that look. I already have it. Might as well. What difference does it make now?" Tanaka vaped, rolling her eyes.

"Mommy is questioning," he growled. Scratching his ruff, fluff flying in the air.

"Well, we will cross that bridge when we have to. Avoid the subject in the meantime. We have bigger things to worry about. Just be sure to do your part and ensure she is safe," Tanaka sighed. Shigaraki shrugs, waiting for the food and for Tanaka to finish the vitamin supplement injection.

"None will understand. You are not hearing me," he growled, scratching himself with both hands in irritation at Father's calm. Tanaka put the injection on the tray. Shaking her head.

"You're right. None of us will understand what you went through or what life was like. My mother was a real bitch. But when she died, I cried. The point is your experiences and interpretation of those experiences are the only individualism that exists, so cherish and grow from them," She turns to Shigaraki, "Your new Mommy did not reject you or your grub even after you confessed to killing your family. Go forward, one step at a time. We will learn and grow together. We will all be a happy family. A happy family. Give me four days and our family will be good. "

Shigaraki jabbed his Mommy in the ass with the needle. He can come and go as he pleases. Master can not keep him here. He chooses to stay for his grub. Happy family was code. Code that Tanaka knew everything she needed to keep Mommy and the grub healthy. Growing together meant it was time to leave. The pressure of change has been molding him into something else. He wrapped his arms around you. The first solid food you had in weeks, and you can't enjoy it. The sandwich rolls in your mouth like a pasty lump in a cement truck.

"Do you love me? Are you going to create some kind of harem? Am I Mommy because I was convenient? I just... I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. What am I really? Am I just your mommy replacement? Is that all I am to you?" you asked, tossing the sandwich back on the tray. Shiggy chirps and nuzzles the side of your head.

"Just? Just? Mommy is most important. I love you. I chose because you are kind. Filled with love, grief, and sadness. We dwell in the same house in all things. I saw a scared woman who looked at me with wonder and care. I do not know what I would be without you. I do not need more than you," he inhales your scent deeply. You reach up and touch the scars around his eyes. He leans into your touch, and tears drip from you freely.

"You're speaking so well," You mumble around tears.

"I have the best mommy," he purred.

"You're right. We make our own family. We have each other, and everything else can go fuck themselves. My Aunt said, "Please take care of him. He needs you" I feel she left the rest unsaid for me to figure out. I needed you. I love you. I'm sorry I brought this mess down on us," You wept. Shiggy's wings fold over you.

"Family takes care of family. You no sorry to me," he moaned. Nuzzling and kissing your neck, "Your neck is so smooth and exposed." His kisses turn into lustful whimpers. The ache of drugs fades as you push him down and climb over him. Straddling him between your thighs.

"Lay back like a good boy," you direct him. He nodded, laying back. Closing his eyes, trilling when you wrap your fingers around his leaking cock. Slowly lowering on his length, filling you to the brim. Shiggy trilled, his muscles rippling as he arched up into you, pressing against your cervix. The room was filled with the sound of passionate moans and rumbling purrs. You moved your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, hands pressed against his chest, vibrating down to his center. Increasing the intensity of your movements. Shiggy's eyes were blissfully closed as he felt your body move against his, his feelers drooping and shivering. His length gliding and grinding all your sweet spots.

The heat between you was palpable, and you felt your desire rising with each thrust. Shiggy could feel his arousal growing, his cock growing swelling and growing hotter. It only made you more revived. Moving faster, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. Suddenly he gripped your waist, making you yelp in surprise.

"It's ok. I can control my quirk. I would never hurt Mommy," He moaned. Careful to never touch you with all five fingers, even with his new control. Helping you roll your hips, his claws dug a little too deep, painfully close to breaking skin. You gasp for air as your body bounces on his huge cock. Your pleasure builds into hot bliss. He let out a loud snarl as he reached his climax, his knot expanding. Your hips stutter as you cum and clamp down on his knot. Filling so completely as the heat in your core spreads tingles over your body.

Smiling down in satisfaction as his body shudders beneath yours. He chirped, his crimson eyes drinking in your ecstasy, his knot getting bigger. Too big. You squeaked pathetically as the pressure on your bladder became too great. Squirting piss on his lap. Covering your face in embarrassment, stuttering apologies. Screaming in more surprise when you feel his thumb viciously rub your clit. The small circles make your pussy clench and milk him.

"You're dirty!" You pant.

"Say! Say I am good boy," he pants in your ear with a sharp tone, "Say now!"

"Good boy! Mommy's good boy! I love you. You are the best good boy!" You screamed. Shiggy smirks, biting his lip as he continues his relentless pursuit until you racked your nails down his chest and wept in pleasure. He pulled you close and smiled contentedly as you lay in his arms, the grub kicking. You had never felt so alive and so connected to him before. The speaker crackled before the voice interrupted your peace.

"Tomura. When you are done, we would like to talk," Master said. In the background, you can hear Dr. Ujiko screaming about piss and making the Nomu clean the mess. Shiggy wiped down your legs and let you sleep. Grinning, watching you as you snored so loud the nest shook. Shiggy kisses you and goes to see Master. A bucket was splashed over his groan the moment he entered. Marking is forbidden when you reach a certain age. It is bothersome.

"Kai is coming. It is time. Gather your forces. We will utilize the Nomu to return them to their habitats after they capture the new subjects. You have made progress. Your argument for capturing the Yakuza rather than eliminating them was eloquent. Dr. Tanaka is a tremendous boon. I have always known you were special. I am pleased you have proven me correct. Once things are settled, I would like you to take over the project. For that, you will take my power," Master grinned. Tomura Shigaraki trilled. An old form of respect and agreement.

"Will I have access to all the females I desire for my grubs?" Tomura asked, scratching at his ruff. Taking the Master's power was always a thing. At a time, it would have tempted him. That is why he left. He foolishly wanted to prove he had the might to handle Master's power, growing angrier by the second that it was not given to him. His rage went out of control and destroyed the facility. He would come back after he gained more power and control. Only it never happened. The closer he had grown to your Aunt, the less he cared about Master's power and the more he let his instincts take over.

"Naturally. You can create any breeding program you like when you are in charge," Master encouraged.

"I need Eerie. The child is mine. My scent. I want the females to get used to the nest. She will be a good mate for my son," He insisted, with sharp anxious clicks of his teeth.

"Oh, Tomura. I welcome the practice of grooming subjects young. However, we already agreed that Eerie is patient zero. She is your false child. Your DNA in her was manufactured. Her compatibility must be tested before we can give her to your offspring," Master beamed as if teaching a new lesson. Tomura became more agitated.

"My nature does not recognize a false child. My nature senses my child with my scent. It screams my female. Eri's child is mine. We should at least create visit. Get little female used to Mothmen and our ways. Master, do we not agree that legacy is power? Is power, not all that matters?" He asked. Master steepled his fingers.

"I think we can arrange a weekly visit," Master said casually.

"Quit marking in the habitat," Dr. Ujiko huffed.

"Mate is pregnant. If a nest was made for her lower, there would be fewer accidents," Tomura growled.

"We talked about knotting. If you didn't put so much pressure on her bladder, she would have more control," Dr. Ujiko barked.

"Asking not to breathe," Tomura Mumbled.

"If you want healthy grubs, sanitation is key," Ujiko lectured. Tomura Shigaraki. A name that he will accept as his own because he does love Master in his own way, but he is tired of the little mind games. He prefers you. His stupid sweet Mommy never played games like this. He agreed mentally to get back to you quicker, cleansing himself of the dirty deals his Master desperately made, only to be stopped in the hallway by a vaping Tanaka.

"Ujiko won't let me smoke around the equipment. I know I am vaping more but li-Whoa, hello, what are we doing?" Tanaka asked as he sniffed her more deeply. His feelers tickled over her face as he dangerously gripped her too tight and snuffled at her chest. Tanaka stood there stiffly.

"You are sniffing at the wrong tits, kid. Even if I had some kind of interest in whatever this is. There are no tits, just scars, and despair," Tanaka said with strained composure. He narrowed his eyes and released her.

"The sickness is less. Father smells like me. Smell is weaker than child. More you smoke, less I smell sickness," he chittered, confused. Tanaka's mouth fell open before it snapped shut. The vape back at her lips.

"You are saying I have a cancer quirk. That makes sense. I do feel better after I vape. I was around the kid the most other than Overhaul. I can easily test it. I do not like this quirk. We need Overhaul's research to reverse. Cancer quirk. The most fucked up part is I wonder what it says about me? I wonder if I'm dying quicker?" Tanaka started to hyperventilate as she slumped to the floor. Shigaraki was not used to seeing Father doubt herself. Even when Tanaka was afraid, she took action. Shigaraki shifts on all fours to drop to her level. On impulse, he nudged his large head under her limp hand. He trills while she pets him absently, inhaling deeply of the poisonous vapor.

"Not going quickly. We will heal," Shiggy reassured.

"We have to secure Erie at all costs. She is the vector. With her maybe, m-m-m-maybe-" Tanaka was sputtering. This gave him a moment while her brain seemed to process the error. An epiphany. He reached out and caressed her with his feeler, bringing her eyes to him.

"You take the child. Take the child and run far. Do not worry about us. I will take care of Mommy. Mommy is my risibility. How else will I be the Father?" Shiggy chuckled.

"What the hell are you saying?" She asked his retreating form. In the dark hall, she could understand how he could strike fear in those unfamiliar to him. Insects are terrifying.

His eyes glowed ominously as he rasped over his shoulder, "You are no longer Father. Take child and run." He slipped into the darkness, leaving her there sucking on her vape.

He crawled into bed with you, wrapping his limbs and wings around you in warmth and comfort.

"Mommy?" he asks with a low, breathy hitch.

"Yes?" you questioned back, half asleep.

"Do you trust me?" He asked. You didn't have to think about it in your exhaustion.

"You scare me sometimes. Fear is never a hundred percent trust. Sometimes I don't trust you to make the safe decision. Sometimes I don't trust you to respect me. I flat out don't trust you, other people, and especially not men," You snapped at him. He growls and tries to move away. You tsk him and pull him closer. He doesn't resist as you continue, "I can trust you to be brutal and heartwarming. I can trust you to have my back. I can trust you will not hurt me like your family because I can trust your word. You forget I'm new to the relationship stuff. I am very sorry about my reaction to the news about your family. You deserved more trust and understanding. I am sorry for how I reacted. Come on, baby. Let's sleep. I'm tired."

Mommy gives him too much to chew on, he thinks. It gnawed at his mind. He snuggled in close and planned. If he had known what he knows now, he would have started sooner with you.

Two days later, Tanaka's hands are shaking. She can't focus on her microscope. She did not want to ask Ujiko for his help, but it was just them, and she was feeling weaker.

"Ujiko, can you take a look at this?" She asked. Ujiko glimpsed into the microscope.

"Cancer cells. Are they yours?" He asked, eyeing her. She rubbed her eyes, trying not to cry, and reached into her coat for her vape.

"Not in here," Ujiko gruffed.

"Come on, man? I've had a rough week," She opened her eyes to see ancient yen shoved in her face.

"Go to that disgusting machine with the old expired vending snacks. Get some air. I'll have the Nomu take you," Ujiko said. Tanaka took the money.

"Thanks, man. Do you want anything?"

"God, no. Those snacks are older than me."

The best part about the old vending machine was that it had a broken lock case that perfectly fit a cell phone. Casually reaching her hand up to lean on the machine. To the cameras, it looked like she was deciding what she wanted. The Nomu are experiments, and these low-end ones carry out menial tasks. The one helping her has no way to snitch on her. Turning on the phone near the number pad, what popped on her screen made her heart stop and drop into her gut. She quickly pockets the phone, pulls out the money, and the machine eats the cash. She vaped, instantly feeling better. Wondering what did cancer quirk say about her? Munching on the powdery shrimp chips, she returns to the lab without Nomu's help.

"Feeling better?" Ujiko asked with a slight lilt of concern. Prepping a tray to draw Tanaka's blood. She sits down causally and holds out her arm and the bag of chips for him. She slid her hand into her pocket and pressed a button on the phone.

"Yeah, wants some. Not too bad," Tanaka offered him some chips.

"God no," he said, prepping her arm. Ignoring the needle's sting, she tipped the bag to her mouth, "I have been thinking it would be a waste to lose that mind. I can turn you into a Nomu and preserve that brain."

Dr. Ujiko practically vibrated with excitement at the offer. Tanaka knew animals best, and Ujiko was another animal. A complex one, but Ujiko was an animal nonetheless. She looked at the nasty creature he loved the most. He loved Tanaka in his own way.

"Uh….no thanks. I rather not be a reanimated corpse," she stated in her monotone. Ujiko's face twisted in hurt for a moment. She could see he debated arguing, but what would be the point. Once she is dead, he will take her body anyway. Tanaka could see it dance on his features, settling into an evil grin. She thinks of you and how you used sex to get what you want from Shigaraki. She was not good at manipulation, but now is not the time to be a coward, "How is Erie doing? I haven't seen her in a while."

"She is fine. Nomu and Maser are taking the best care of her. I don't understand why everyone is so worried about the brat. They are easy to keep alive," He snarked, examining her blood.

"Who else is concerned for her?" She asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Tomura has it in his head that Erie is his property because she smells like him," Ujiko gripped.

"Doctor, I find that fascinating. My last five books were on the social structure of animals. I would like to observe Tomura's interaction with what is essentially a coco bird. She is a baby placed in his nest, and he is caring for it. Can I take Erie to see him? I think she will be more relaxed around me, and I can take notes," Tanaka discussed. She watched Ujiko consider it. Tanaka was inspired enough to throw the pity cherry on top of the gooey word sundae she made.

"Can I take her now? Who knows how long I have?" She asked, with the saddest sickly look she could manage. Ujiko chewed his mustache.

"I really enjoyed your book on feral dogs of the underground train. Why not. Life is short," He said. Tanaka hops up to make a beeline for Erie.

"You are going to do it now?" He shouted after her.

"You said, why not? Life is short! Earth is beautiful tonight with popcorn!" She shouted back to him. Let him believe there is a later, she thought, huffing down the hall. Snatching the kid and running to the habitat you stay in, the girl squirms in her arms as she pants and squeezes her tighter.

Shigaraki heard the buzz of the door. It was too early. Groaning when you clung to him, refusing to let him go.

"Ignore it," you whined.

"Could be food," he graveled in his sleepy state. You immediately released and shoved him.

"Go check," you mumble, rolling over. He should be annoyed with you. He knows he can't complain. He wanted it this way. You are entirely dependent on him and treat him like a big boy. Dropping to the ground without having to carry you was lovely. But when he wanted to sleep, he regretted bringing you here. Not that he had a choice. Pregnant and injured, Father demanded, insisting he had no choice. He was shocked to see Father in front of him, briefly wondering if he was dreaming. What are the odds of thinking of someone and having them standing before you?

"We have to go now. The Chisaki gathered themselves quicker than expected. They are on their way here. The cops are hot on their heels. We need to go now. I have the data," Father wheezes. She is carrying the whimpering child, suddenly scared when she hears Chisaki. Something in him made him reach out and brush the hair from her horn.

"Father will keep safe," He trilled. The little girl looked at him with large desperate eyes. He pushed his ex-father back from the door. Father looked taken aback by the action. He points to the camera, "What are you doing here? Go! Waste time telling me. The eye is always watching."

"I am not cancer. A family looks out for each other. I thought I had at least taught you that!" Tanaka burst at him. Before he can answer, the earth trembles. Shit! Why can't one thing go the way it should? This is two days early! He screams mentally. The back rooms are a quick escape, but at this point, they will empty right into a battlefield or trap, "If you run now, you still might make it!"

Shiggy shoved her harder and slammed the door racing to you. There's a good chance no one knows. A tremor in Japan was nothing new. He had to think. How was he going to get you out? He could decay a door. But that would weaken this part of the facility and warn Master. He didn't hold animosity towards Master. He simply cared more about what he made for himself without Master. He shakes you awake, shoving a jug of water in your face.

"Drink!" He snarled.

"Whaaa? No. I'm not thirsty. It's too early for this. Let me sleep," you whined, rolling over.

"Doctor say need more water. Drink," he ordered. When you ignored him, his eyes narrowed, and he drank the entire jug. He knows one thing you have been having a hard time resisting. He leans close, his rough lips brushing against your earlobe. Pressing to your back as you lay on your side away from him.

"Want to do other things?" He asked suggestively.

You felt a thrill of anticipation as look you're your shoulder and watched him, his eyes dark with desire. His hands moved up your legs, caressing your skin as he went, his claws tickling. You shivered in pleasure, breath coming in short gasps. He paused at your hips, a knee forcing your legs to part, his fingers tracing your navel before going and circling around your clit. A warmth spreads through your body, closing your eyes, savoring the sensation. Gasping in hitches as he touched more sensitive spots, his wicked claws grazing your dripping hole. His fingers teased and tantalized you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He moved closer to you, pressing hard against your ass. You could feel his hardness against your thighs and moaned in anticipation.

"I thought we couldn't anymore because we make a mess," you say. Shiggy pulled his hand away, and you instantly felt regret and loss. I should have kept my mouth shut, you thought. His thumb hooked into your panties.

"We can work around that. Other holes can be fucked," Shigaraki rasped next to your ear. You felt a thrill of excitement when he lathed his velvety tongue up your neck. He spits on his hand, stroking and wetting it before pressing it against your puckering hole.

"Whaa?" you asked in surprise as he entered you. He moved slowly at first, stretching your asshole, his thrusts gentle and teasing. He spits another wade of saliva between you. You squeal in shock. His dick is huge. It stings. Not working up to this kind of stretch is evil. You growl at him as tears prickle your eyes.

"This different. Sucking me in. Gripping the base. Still warm and wet. I am going to cum soon," he groaned. His movements became more urgent, and you felt yourself being taken over by the intensity of the moment instead of the sting. He moved faster and faster, pushing you to the brink of pleasure with each thrust, like the waves on a beach. Your body is trembling with pleasure as he drives into you again and again. Oh god, you are drooling as tingles follow each deep painful stroke.

"Oh god, stop that. I'm about to cum. It hurts," you whimpered, clawing at the nest. Finally, with one final thrust, you both reached climax together. A wave of pleasure crashes over your body. Shiggy had the decency not to knot, but you still ached with bliss and a tinge of disappointment, wanting to be stretched and filled with that knot. His war heat spreads and fills inside as you both lay there panting in exhaustion. He didn't pull out. You are about to roll over and kiss him when he wraps both arms around you and presses you hard up against his knot.

"You are having that water one way or another," Shiggy hissed. Before processing what he said, you feel a torrent of hot liquid invade your intestines. N the crest of your first orgasm, you had another wash over you as Shiggy filled you to the brim.

"Son of a bitch! Bad boy! Very bad boy! Do not piss in me! Oh god," You screamed, gasping from the second orgasm. It oddly felt good until it hit your gut. It roiled, and you could hear Ujiko screaming over the speakers as Shiggy lifted you and rushed you to the front entrance.

"Open it unless you want her to make a mess," he snarled to the camera. The doors instantly parted, and Shigaraki rushed you to the bathroom. But not to the nearby bathroom. You don't know how long to hold it, so this was a horrible surprise. He was moving so fast the wind was whipping your hair.

"Where are we going? What's happening?" you panic with a high pitch squeal when he roughly sets you down on a dingy toilet on the far side of the facility.

"Mommy, safe here. My ally Spinner takes to shelter. Do not leave this spot. I was here when built. Is safe. Stay!" He growled. Stalking away to the lab when a tremor turned into a ground-shaking explosion. Ujiko came over the speakers in a panic.

"The cops and the Yakuza clashed. They are coming for Master. Where is the vector?" Shiggy could hear him huffing and panting to release nomu.

"I know. I signaled my people. I killed child and female doctor. Hid, my mate. I am coming to destroy the lab. Less evidence," Shigaraki growls. Speeding his way to the lab. He had to erase any trace of you, his grubs, Father, and himself. In the chaos, you will slip away. He will eliminate as much of their presence as possible.

"No, not that mind," Ujiko breathed.

"You have less than a minute, then I destroy," He grinned.

After you had emptied your bowels in what you hope you will never remember. You hid in the corner. Jolting in terror every time dust fell from the ceiling and the ground quaked. The woman crouched in the bathroom corner, your heart pounding in your chest. Hearing the faint sounds of shouting and crashing trickling in from outside the door. You didn't know what was happening but knew it was dangerous. Hugging your knees to her chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Terrified, stay quiet and still when a whimper escapes you from the most brutal shake. Forcing yourself not to cough from the dust in the air. If you made any noise, whoever was out there might find you. Your baby kicked, and your mind flooded with bright red rage.

How fucking dare everyone. How dare your Aunt for dumping her crimes on you. Making you an accomplice. Your Aunt knew more than you, yet you still found out he was….was…Oh my god, you thought. No wonder they don't trust you with anything. They think you're a moron. It just occurred to you that your Aunt didn't commit a crime. There was no one safe your Aunt could have given Shigaraki to. Ok, your Aunt is a Saint, but how dare Dr. Tanaka and Shigaraki think your too stupid to tell you what the fuck is going on? You were in a coma after being tortured. They could have told you there would be a fight, and it would be ok. This felt like they are winging it. Where was Tanaka? You would love some of those drugs about now.

You crave to be anywhere but here. You felt it. A river of thoughts riptides your body, pulling you away into the darkness of voices. There was a horrid monster shrieking with many voices. You learned to cup your hands over your ears and let the flow carry you. You can search better by keeping the flood of foreign thoughts out of your head. You see the torrent of thoughts and a giant shape fighting that green boy rookie. Shigaraki is arguing when you hear it. A sad whisper that you could feel more than hear. You swim towards it to see Tanaka doing a shit job of comforting the child as Tanaka is gasping on the ground.

"I'm sorry, kid. I wanted to find your new Mommy. Family doesn't leave family behind. If I wasn't so weak and we had just left. We might have made it in time. I have no idea where she is," Tanaka wheezed.

"You're not my mommy?" Erie asked with a sniffle.

"Trust me, kid. You don't want me as a mommy. Your new Mommy is beautiful inside and out. Your new Daddy, well. You will have a good mommy," Tanaka said drolly.

"I'm in the bathroom, not that far!" You screamed. Tanaka wrinkles her brow and looks toward where you are, "Oh my god! I can do this! That way!"

Tanaka grabs the little girl's hand and starts running with her. The ground shakes, and you toss into a wall. Your body slams in real life, Slamming back to your body. You squeaked at the horrible jolt of pain in every joint. Your craving for the warm hug of Kronos drugs makes your joints ache worse. Is this part of it? One of the things Tanaka jabbered about this. All quirks have a negative effect or weakness. No power comes without a cost. All your joints scream in throbbing pain that matches your heartbeat. Your skin itches and crawls. Your track marks feel too hot. How dare they turn you into a junkie. Bracing against the wall, you use it to reach the toilet, where you hopefully peed for the last damn time. Staggering to the door on wobbly knees, you pull it open with a swirl of dust and shout for Tanaka. Her hand comes out of the shadows and falling ceiling to clasp over your mouth.

"Shhhh! I'm here. Take the kid," She gasped. You pull the little girl to you and run to the most reinforced corner. Locking the door, Tanaka collapses next to you and huddles, her lab coat over all of you.

"Hi, sweetie. We are going to leave here. We are going to leave here and live an average life," You soothed the girl, "What's your name? I'm." She cut you off with the most pitiful expression you have ever seen.

"Are you my new mommy?" She asked with a wobble in her voice. You would have run for the hills if it had been a year ago. Terrified and wondering if you are cut out for this job. But the moment you saw her in Tanaka's arms in that hellhole. A strange swelling of your heart made it hard to breathe. You wanted to protect her. You knew she was yours. It was almost the same feeling as Shigaraki. You held her close. She jumped in surprise when she felt Shin kick her. For a brief moment, you saw the look of wonder. She didn't look like she would go comatose in fear. You understand completely. That look is a deeper reflection of your own.

"Yes, baby. I'm your new Mommy. I was at the compound too. We will take care of each other. What's your name?"

"Eri," she sniffled. Staring at your stomach, trembling in your arms

"Eri. What a pretty name. Do you want to listen to the baby? I'm told he makes cute sounds, and I can promise you'll feel him kick," You encouraged Eri. She was hesitant initially, but then Eri melted against your stomach to the light vibrations. You covered her ear because you didn't want her to hear what you had to say.

"What the hell is going on, Tanaka?" You hiss at her.

"Well. Looks like we're going to die. Just wanted to say I loved you. I know I can't do anything about it. Even if we lived, I couldn't do anything about it. Platonic love," Tanaka mumbled in her monotoned way. Something broke in you. You snapped and saw bright red.

"Oh wow. That does not answer my question. That's ok. I know you think I'm dumb. Clearly, you think I'm dumb. Well, I want you to know I am not dumb. I was on track to be CEO of a multimillion-dollar corporation because I am amazing at flow charts. If we had ever discussed the projection numbers of sugar cane transport, I would have shined. I love you too, Dr. High and Mighty," you growled. Tanaka's brow furrows in confusion, and a chuckle escapes her.

"I'm sorry. The Dr. High and Mighty was very cute. I was not expecting that reaction at all. Makes me wish I had my recorder," She said seriously. You gently pull Eri from you. Standing, you walk over to the paper towel dispenser and shove paper down your pants, "Can we discuss what you're doing?"

"Nope. You never bother to tell me anything. I'm getting us out of here," you tell her. Panting, you work yourself up into a need for escape and fear. A sour taste floods your mouth. Eri whimpers in terror, "I'm going to direct people away from us. When I do this, sometimes, I pee myself. I have no idea what I look like when this happens, but don't be scared. I think I did it for weeks and turned out fine."

"What?" Tanka asked. It was the last thing you heard as you clutched at them and used your quirk.

Shigaraki felt you before he heard you. His face was covered in sweat and dirt, slumped over a lab bench. He is wearing a tattered lab coat stained with blood and grime. His hands shook as he concentrated and touched the ground towards the pests entering the lab. That rabbit bitch killed half the Nomu and stole the doctor. He didn't recognize her from the forest or Yazuka, so the doctor was safe. He will be locked up for a few years at most, Shigaraki guessed. The damage to his arm cracked his skin. Blood dripped from his rough hands. His eyes are sunken, and his skin is pale as if he has not slept in days. Just when his wings healed, they were ragged and torn again. Master was fighting his own fight with the cops. He can already smell his defeat.

Shigaraki looks up at the remains of the ceiling, his expression one of exhaustion and destructive elation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stands up, his body trembling from the effort. He takes a few steps forward and collapses onto the floor, his body too weak to continue. A shout in the distance he could not understand, a tug and prickle at the back of his neck forcing him to turn in another direction. He lays there for a few moments before slowly getting back up and continuing his work. Mommy is right. Mommy is always right. To protect the nest, he needs to be sure Kai is out of the way. Mommy left. He could no longer feel you as he headed toward Kai. That plain green rookie brat was struggling. He wasn't going to be able to bring him down alone.

The man had morphed into an absolute monster. The damn kid was jumping around uncontrollably. Without precise strikes, the dumb kid will die, making bringing down Kai more challenging. The green brat is strong but lacks real skill. Shigaraki hates the sun. He is practically blind in it. But it's predictable where the child will reach his leap's peak. Like a lightning strike, he builds up speed until he is a blur. The wind whipped his hair, stinging his already burning eyes and face. Using his antennae to scent and guide his trajectory. Shigaraki's stomach provides a base to jump from, and the kid's shoes tear at his flesh as Deku flings him back from Kia's swing.

Kia was directly hit. Shigaraki reached out and clung to the massive hand. His claws digging in had no effect. He could still feel the fight in him. The dumb kid was falling again. They needed to end this before the cops decided to go after him next. He lets loose and decays the arm. In an awe-inspiring sight, he spreads his wings wide and dives down from the sky in swirls of dust. His wings create a powerful gust of wind as he plummets toward the ground. Catching the boy who had broken his arm. As they get closer to the ground, his wings spread again to pull them up sharply, creating a powerful lift that propels them back into the sky.

"Who are you?" The kid asked. Screaming over the rush of wind.

"No one. You never saw me. Put the monster down," Shigaraki gaveled to the boy. The boy shuts his gaping mouth and gives him a determined look of a warrior.

"Got it. Drop me from above!" Deku shouted. This child has a blood lust in him that Shigaraki doesn't want to smell near his nest. They circle around, gaining more altitude. He can feel the child's labored breath as the air thinned before he dives again, rolling to the side as Kai heals his arm and sends it swinging at them. It's a thrilling experience to watch and a testament to the strength of human flight. Duke used him as a springboard. This time he went all out and beat Kai down. Their broken bodies lay beside each other. The others are still busy. He lands and looks toward where his Master is. Losing the fight. Master might have learned to use people but never learned how to work with them. That is his downfall, Shigaraki thinks as he searches for the smell on Kai. It smells like Eri, and he will flat-out kill this bastard if he touches his grub. Instead, it came from a tin with blue and red injectors. No better time than the present to test them. He injected Kai with the red one. His mass disappeared as Kai went back to his original form with three men appearing beside him. Kai is barely conscious when he injects him with the blue one. Nothing seemed to happen.

"I think I understand. Red erases quirks, and blue activates them. How useful. I will keep it. I hated your arrogance the most. Your quirk will be a waste to lose. I will leave it. Maybe one day I can take Master's power and make it my own," He graveled when he ripped off Kai's arms and turned them into dust. Kai whimpered, but there wasn't much he could do. He looked at the boy staring back at him with burning anger, his body a broken mess as he panted and heaved. Perhaps the green kid just realized who created all this destruction. Murdering many of his friends and his own people. He is the king of this forest. Maybe it would be better to kill the brat now.

"I never saw you," Deku said suddenly. Shigaraki smirked darkly.

"That is good. Be well. The next time I see. I will kill you," Shigaraki rasped. Turning to find you, he doesn't sense you in the forest. If one thing goes right, that means you are heading toward home. Shigaraki makes a beeline for the darkest deeper part of the woods. He needed a bit of a rest. He should feel something betraying most of the denizens of the former facility, but he doesn't. He latches onto a tree, blending with the shadows and the bark. When he closes his eyes, he hears a sigh of relief that is not his own. He needs just a moment to rest his eyes and his tattered wings.

"He's ok!" You gasped, awake in a new location. The rush of pain is like electricity sizzling your nerve endings. You had astral projected and subtly directed the war in your favor. Making sure Spinner found you and then took you to La Brava and Gentle when Tanaka told you who to locate.

"About damn time. You're in full-blown labor! Push!" Tanaka shouted.

"Whaa?" You questioned, realizing you were in your Aunt's living room. La Brava and Gentle running around. Tanaka looks pale and thin as her hands are in a place you did not think they would ever be.

"I said to push, for fucks sake. If I was ever horny, this killed it. So push. Don't let my sacrifice be in vain.

"We need Shiggy here!" You shout, bolting upright, while a scaled hand pushes you back down. The lizard man blushes and looks away when your eyes land on him.

"I'm Spinner. He would want his mate and grub to be alive and healthy so I will take care of you," He sputtered.

"Please stay here, Mommy. Your quirk hurts you," the little voice of Eri drifted through the pain. You took a deep breath and pushed. It went on like this until you were cussing and cursing Shiggy. May he die for doing this to you. The searing pain radiating from your center. You grit your scream. Feeling like you are being split in two. Pulling out a screeching squirming mass. Drained of all your energy, you slumped against the bed. A bed that is completely ruined, and you will burn it.

"Holy shit! We! Did! It! Blanket. Tie. We have to cut the umbilical cord," Tanaka laughed. A pale figure steps into the room and bites the cord. Tanaka swaddles the baby after checking his airway and wiping him off.

"Here you go, proud daddy," She says, handing Shin over to Shigaraki. He nuzzled the wriggling bundle that hissed at him viciously. Shigaraki smirks at his grub.

"I like title. Daddy. We keep title, elder Tanaka," he growled.

"You made it," you panted in relief. Shigaraki holds you and your grub with a sweet Trill. Quickly passing out. He used the rest of his energy to get here. He trusted these people would watch over him and his kin.

"Our Mommy. I love you," he purred.

"Both of you look like shit," Tanaka said bluntly as her eyes darted between you.

"I am never giving birth," La Brava whispers to Gentle.

Two years later…

"Mine!" Shin screeched repeatedly. Shin knew three words, and he screamed them all day. Waking up from your conversation with La Brava, there was the usual pain and the elation of good news, getting ruined as the screeching reached higher pitches.

"We can share, little brother," Eri says. You sit up in bed, about to shout how sharing is caring when you hear Shigaraki.

"Yes. It is important to care for your future mate, little Mommy," He rasped. You already feel the throbbing of a migraine.

"Shiggy!" You scream. Stomping into the living room. Groaning when your swollen feet howled at you to stop that. Panting in utter rage, you stand in front of him. He stared up and ate a cookie, "Family meeting!"

"Holy fuck. What did you do now?" Tanaka growled, putting on a nicotine patch. Shigaraki shrugged, giving Eri another cookie while Shin was distracted. He sniffed Tanaka and trilled she needed to add another patch. Dabi, Toga, and Spinner trickled in. These guys! You fed them once, and they never left. They did help La Brava and you, but still. You don't know why they are here, and you don't care. You get very cranky after projecting.

"First off. Shiggy, we discussed this. Telling Eri that Shin is her mate is grooming. I will not stand for it. No brainwashing. Eri, honey, you can grow up and be with whoever you want. Your Daddy has lost his damn mind. Clearly, he never wants big boy time ever again," You barked at him.

"What's big boy time?" Eri asked.

"It's fucking," Tanaka says before you can answer. You're mouth drops open as the other three giggled. Shin is babbling and drooling on a cookie.

"What's fucking?" Eri asked.

"It's when-" Tanaka started.

"Tanaka!"

"What? You said you didn't want her brainwashed. I'm giving her straight facts. Subject B is easily flustered with adult topics," Tanaka stated into her recorder to a chorus of laughter. This bitch, you think. The worst part is you know she is actually serious and will write this down in some fucked up paper or book.

"The three of us will do it together. Later. Not right now," You hissed at Tanaka. You rub your temples and plaster on a smile, "I have good news I want to share."

"You're pregnant," Shigaraki said.

"I am not!" You spat at him. But when your eyes connect with him, you see he is not lying.

"Ummmm… how? Haven't you been taking your monthly pill?" Tanaka asked you.

"Bad candy? I ate and replaced with better candy," Shigaraki says while bouncing Shin on his knee.

"We're having a baby!" Toga squealed.

"I'm not giving up my room," Dabi mumbled. You feel like you are going insane.

"Secondly. With over seventy percent of the human population and thirty percent of other mammals showing signs of quirks. Having a quirk is no longer illegal. You guys can wander freely, and our kids don't have to marry each other. No grooming necessary. We can even send Eri to public school with other kids her age. Eri, you can grow up and be whoever you want!" You delivered impatiently. There was a commotion as everyone talked at once.

"Even a criminal?" Dabi asked. The room falls silent to this. Your mind is now settling. You're pregnant and not about to live in hiding anymore. Why is Dabi shitting on this moment? You look to see if Shigaraki would intervene. He gives you the same cold stare.

"I will support my kid in whatever they want to do," you grit out.

"Ok then," Dabi said cheerfully. You were even swept up at the moment. Eri smiled and asked questions enthusiastically. You hugged Tanaka for the first time in two years. She had become paranoid that her quirk might hurt us.

"Tanaka. You can see real professionals and peers. You can be saved," you whispered to her. A strange look crossed her face as she twirled a tin in her robe.

"I can do long-distance research. I don't need to leave that often. The day-to-day stuff can be done in a lab here or over the internet. I can teach the grubs and be by your side forever," Tanaka grins sadly.

The only one who was not interested in the good news was Shigaraki, who gathered up Shin and took him to the nest to nap. He talked to his son in his hissing chittering language, staring at him with the same bright red eyes as Shin drank in his wisdom. It was unusual for one so young to have red eyes at birth. It was another worry.

"Females are fickle. Females are power. In the past, it could only be one male in the female's lives. I learned that you do not have to be the only male. The male that holds their attention is the one that ends up with all the power. Make Eri only look at you. Normally I would encourage you to imprint on your sister. But your mother will not stand for it. Focus on Eri," Shigaraki rasped. Tanaka stood in the doorway.

"Ewy mine," Shin yawned and chirped. His antenna flicks as he curls into Shigaraki's ruff.

"Yes, good boy. Eventually, she will take pity on you and start to love you little by little. Then she will belong to you. The females of this world are soft-hearted and do not understand our nature. They do not understand how our love destroys. We love so much that we kill and destroy to keep our claws dug in. Strangely, our hunger for love makes us want to devour our mate completely. I will suckle at your mother's love until she dies. Even then, she can't escape me. I will follow her," Shigaraki grinned.

"You want Master's power still?" She asked, twirling the tin in her pocket.

He lays Shin down in his nest. When Shigaraki first saw him, he had to stop his instincts from wanting to lay down all five fingers. You wanted to see and hold Shin before him. It drove him insane. He is better than his Father. You do not understand how far he would go for you. You don't know how far an imprint drives the men in his family. He was only allowed to live because Master wanted it and offered his Father compensation with more females. But his Father hated the attention he received from the females. He often beat him for it.

"Yes. We will need it. I am the king of forest. I need to stay king. War is coming. Where is Mommy?" He asked.

"She's talking to Eri about school supplies and clothes," She answered. Tanaka smelled nervous when she stepped forward. Lowering her voice and showing him the tin he took from Kai," We have these as a contingency. We don't need Eri." Shigaraki smiled drily at Elder.

"Do you want me to kill Shin? I will not let Mommy go. Do you want Mommy to be sad?" He asked. Tanaka paled and nodded.

"We'll call Eri's ability plan B," She mumbled as she left. Tanaka will not get in his way. She understands. Shin will imprint on Eri instead of you. That will keep Shin alive. If Shin imprinted on you or your new daughter, he would kill Shin in a heartbeat. He reaches into the nest, brushing his son's pudgy cheek with the back of two fingers, and feels something. Not strong as he has for you. It weakly pulses in him. He hopes it will grow stronger.

"Shiggy?"

He turns to see your sweet face twisted in concern for him, and his heart beats faster, his pulse rushing straight to his cheeks and cock. You reach, come over and wrap yourself around him. He twists around your little finger. You tug him back to the nest you now share, pulling him on top of you where he melts.

"What's wrong, baby?" Your doe eyes burning into his soul. He sighs, seeking comfort in your warm embrace before he answers.

"Nothing changes. Do not know about before. Was war. Master has shown me. It will be brutal. There will be blood and dust. War is always the same. New quirk war. Not safe for family. Still must hide," Shigaraki whispered.

"If you are worried about Eri going to school, I already have La Brava creating all of us fake IDs," you say. Snuggling his chest, planting little kisses.

"I no leave. Only new babies will have heteromorph traits. I stay. Mommy and grubs need to stay with me. Stay safe. Eri needs to stay safe. We keep here. Have the Elder teach," He rasped. You bite your lip in worry.

"Eri is a little girl with a lot of trauma. I will not leave you. Eri and the grubs will not go to school unless it's safe. But I feel we should enroll her for the sake of Eri's mental health. The moment we hear about war, we pull her out," you tried to reason with him. Shigaraki growls and you become flustered. In the years you've spent together, he has stopped being a sweet little boy and turned into an aggressive man. That intense, serious gaze makes you wet and flustered.

"Horn. She will be tested. Discovered." He parts your lips and dips his long tongue in your flavor. Becoming more aroused by your whimpers. You try to pull away from him, but he is not ready to continue this frustrating conversation. But somehow, you escaped him.

"Then let's hire her professional kid psychiatrist. Someone Tanaka chooses. Doctors are not allowed to share anything. Please?" You beg him sweetly. Your hand grips his thick hot cock, stroking him, slicking him with his own precum. It wasn't long before you were swept up in the heat of the moment. He knows your body so well. It's not long before you squirt on him, nails digging into his bunching muscles.

"Yes, Mommy. Yes, Mommy. We'll do what Mommy wants," Shigaraki panted. Sucking at your chest. He will never let you dry out. He sucks your milk down his throat while he fills you with his knot and cum.

"I'm so happy. Thank you. I love you. You are my good boy," You purr to him. He rubs clit with his thumb. Eyes hooded with reverence.

"This one will be a little girl. Let's name her Tsuyu. We made her during the plum rains," he rasped.

"That's perfect. I love you, my sweet Daddy."

He shudders. He loves how obedient you became with the new title. He wonders if he should have 'groomed' you sooner, and none of this would have happened. Your Aunt wouldn't let him, though. He got milk, whiskey, and rabbits if he swore to leave you alone. You are so silly. Never questioning why. Why didn't he kill you for being in his territory? Why were claw marks around your guest bedroom deeper and older than the others? Why were there no pictures of you in the house? Why did your Aunt stop inviting you over when your breasts started showing? Because he wanted you, and Aunt tried to curb his instincts while keeping you safe from him. He saw you first. Sneaking onto the farm to poach livestock. A beautiful female close to his age. Your Aunt caught him because he was stalking you in the shadows, lurking for days to capture you, his nest built for two. Had you come closer to the edge of the forest? Oh, what he would have done to your body would have been a crime. He left you alone because your Aunt convinced him to let you grow. She was right. Your Mommy training was needed. To mature and ripen. He needed the time as well to grow with you. He will do the same for Eri and Shin. When the time is right, he will kill the mind doctor and destroy any trace of the building or anyone else threatening his family. He and Elder Tanaka have already come to an agreement. They will keep you, his sweet dumb Mommy, happy for the rest of your life.

"Daddy. I'm thirsty," you mumbled. He smiled, and with a sharp chirp, he got up to get you water.

"I love you, Mommy." You will always be his. Mommy will always need him.

[Writers notes! I hope you were entertained. If you like it I wouldn't mind the love. Here it the first part of the Mommy series.]

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darbyallinsskateboard · 9 months

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can you make one for the bloodline (when they were all still together) 🙏

female reader attacks rhea whenever she tries to challenge one of the guys in the bloodline or something (i suck at explaining oml)

A/N ofc I can, I genuinely love to write for the bloodline!

The Bloodline's Own Angel (The Bloodline X Wrestler!Reader)

Tension's in the Bloodline were high, Roman was stressed, the twins were kicking themselves for disappointing Roman and Solo was....well Solo, I stare into the mirror checking out my outfit, a stunning scarlet red dress draped over my body, complete with black heels, the representation of the bloodline.

it was almost time for our promo with The Judgement Day, I walk to guerilla where everyone is waiting "hey lil mama, took you a while to get here" says Jey "yeah sorry about that" he nods and slips off of the table he's sitting on and walks over to me "You ready to go?" I nod and he leads me over to Roman.

"Here" Paul walks over to me and hands me one of Roman's titles "He said if you were holding it, it would make you look better with the bloodlines image" I nod and hold it close to my chest.

Roman's music starts and we all slowly walk out, I watch Roman raise his title and I take it as a queue to hold up the one I'm holding, the crowd goes wild and we all make our way to the ring, I sit on the ropes and blow a kiss to the crowd before Jimmy helps me in the ring, Roman comes in last and we're all lined behind him.

The arena goes dark and then purple starts to bleed in, as well as a sinister theme, I roll my eyes as the lights come on and The Judgement Day all walk out, the crowd boos loudly as they all come over to the ring.

Jey is the first one to speak as he grabs the microphone Paul has "Woah woah, excuse me, what are they doing here?" he questions towards Roman "Well, now with tensions running high, we need friends"

"Just to be clear, this is only for our benefit" says Finn and I can see that Rhea is staring Solo down with intent, Jimmy switches places with his younger brother, but Rhea mirrors Solo's movements, smirking at him the meanwhile, before anyone can react, Dominik, Finn and Damian are pushing everyone else out of the ring, ensuing on a brawl but Rhea and Solo keep maintaining eye contact.

"You got no one to help you now grub, well not anyone who can fight, cause now you only got the wiseman and The Bloodlines little house wife" she points directly at me and I glare at her, I look down to the sides and see the boys trying to fight back against the others, but failing, they've got Roman, Jey and Jimmy all limp over each other.

I quietly pop my heels off as Rhea is pushing Solo around, I take advantage of the fact that she is distracted and superkick her right in the jaw, sending her down, the crowd goes wild and it starts to hurt my ears, but I run over to the ropes and jump on top, it looks like I'm going to go back onto Rhea but I jump out and crossbody the rest of The Judgement Day, I stand up and raise my hands.

I kneel down to make sure the boys are okay, one by one I help them stand "Oh my god I didn't know you had that in you mama!" Jey says excitedly and I smile at him, I slide back into the ring as Rhea's getting up, I stand in the corner and pound my fist against the ground, mimicking the way Roman does and I run towards Rhea, superman punching her.

Solo walks over, quietly staring me down before grabbing my arm and raising it to the crowd, I laugh and smile at Solo, the rest of the bloodline get into the ring and Roman comes over and holds my other hand up "Anyone who challenges my boys has to face the Bloodline's own angel!" I shout and the crowd goes wild.

The announcer desk is going completely crazy it seems "Did we just see The Bloodlines house wife have her wrestling debut?" I smile and Jimmy grabs the microphone from me "So, how about you 4 fools, verse me, my brothers and our angel? tonight!" he smirks at the bloodline as they glare at us and retreat down the ramp.

Soon after we retreat up the ramp and into guerilla, Jimmy and Jey are all jumpy, hugging me and talking about how I beat Rhea and the guys, Solo is...smiling? and Roman is just stoic "You proved that you're worthy of the bloodline today, but you better keep that energy in your match tonight" "Yes my tribal chief, thank you my tribal chief!"

Suffice to say, after the match I was pumped and Roman offered to take me and the boys to waffle house! I called shotgun as we ran to the car, today was a day I'd never forget

#wwe x reader #wwe #the bloodline #the bloodline x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #jey uso #the usos #the usos x reader #jey uso x reader #jimmy uso #jimmy uso x reader #solo sikoa #solo sikoa x reader #the judgement day #paul heyman

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theredofoctober · 11 months

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MANNA PART 3

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse etc.

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It's October when you wake in the night to realise that Hannibal was telling the truth: Will Graham watches you while you sleep, standing, back-lit, in the doorway as thunder runs like gravel over the house.

You lie, tangled in sheets, your hair static from fear, and the storm. That evening, Will had force-fed you by hand, Hannibal holding your arms firmly at your sides, as cool as a sentinel as he'd observed his friend's aggressions. You had swallowed, and swallowed, and half-choked, yet you had finished your plate, and kept it down, sweating with the effort of it.

Will had looked at you with unfamiliar eyes, softer than you had yet known them, a kindly stranger's.

"Good girl," he'd said, and the shock as he'd caressed your cheek with his hot hand had sent your stomach into carnival turns.

After therapy sessions he rarely lingers, returning home, or to work on whatever case has currently arrested him, sometimes accompanied by Doctor Lecter, leaving you alone, dosed, and chained to his bedpost like a dog; past misbehaviour has led to this measure, the demotion from precious girl to uncouth animal.

If Will does stay, then he sits with Hannibal and talks, drinking wine, each of them so intent on the other that you comprehend they are, on some level, in love.

They scarcely notice you on nights like that, keeping you in sight, expected to read a book, or use your sketchpad and pencils. How often they ignore you as you sulk, and lie on your back watching rain beat against the windows.

If you cry, or attempt to move in any way that might be considered exercise they break from their quiet corner to correct you, as they call it; quickly you learn that it is not in your power to keep to your old rules before them.

On other nights they make love to you together, sometimes with a sickening tenderness, other times with a violence that suggests you are a panting vixen in the teeth of two savage hounds. You have not yet seen them touch one another sensually, but from the fire in the air you judge that it is only a matter of time before they do.

Tonight, however.

Tonight you had been sent to bed early, for your own sake, it was suggested, medicine for the girl overwrought. You had been glad of the time alone to return to your old obsessive patterns in private, taking a vicious joy from the control of it. Sleep evaded you for a very long time as you lay, thrumming with glee, and guilt, and more life than you have felt in a very long time.

Then, as the wind broke its fists against the window panes, you had slept, forgetting, for a moment, that you were not home.

Now Will Graham looms by the doorframe like a malevolent wisp, and your first thought, as you go rigid, is that he knows you have misbehaved, and has come to put you across his knee for your efforts.

"You're still here?" you ask, softly, and Will starts; he hadn't known that you were awake. "Are you... staying the night?"

"No," says Will, after a strange pause. "I can't. I'm teaching tomorrow. Can't skip it."

He looks damp and pasty in the dim light, a grub dug up from the earth. You sit up in bed, oddly moved and rather alarmed by his sudden illness.

"You're sick," you say, quietly.

Will shakes his head slowly. Coils of dark hair cling damply to his brow.

"No," he says, then adds, "I don't know. I just remembered something. A dream."

The words send such a chill through you that you draw flat against the wall, away from him.

"What was the dream?" you ask, although you don't want to know.

Glancing down, away from you, avoidant as always, Will reads some shape in the darkness.

Then he says, "I don't know if I should tell you."

Against you better judgement, you enquire, "Why not?"

"Feel like it'd be speaking it into being, somehow."

You wrap icy arms around your knees.

"I thought you didn't believe in that stuff."

Will swallows audibly, clenches a hand on the side of the door.

"I... don't. But this dream is different."

You feel how badly he craves to come to you, to hold you, and to be held, both of you vulnerable and pathetic. You know how much he itches to run away, to hide in his house, a fortress of solitude. Still he remains in the doorway, the threshold between two needs.

"Wait," you say, suddenly. "I don't have to know."

But Will is wetting his lips, swaying like a drunk, though he has likely only downed a glass or two in the room below.

"In this dream," he says, "you escape from here. You run away. It's mid autumn; the trees are dripping with so many orange leaves around you it's like I'm chasing you through a field of fire. Yes, I'm chasing you. It's like my blood's up at the sight of you pounding the earth ahead of me. Like you've triggered some instinctual urge in me to hunt."

Will closes his eyes in recollection, and you see them flicker below the lids as though he is slumbering, still.

"It's raining," he says. "Just like tonight, it's raining, and your dress is wet against you, and you're dirty, and your hair is full of leaves. You're like something born in the forest, yet I'm angry because I know, even in the dream, that you belong with me, and with Hannibal."

"Don't," you mumble, but Will doesn't seem to hear you, returning to the red place of sleep.

You smell the copper scent of his sweat, and the smoke of his cologne; you are revolted by him in every way, and yet there is an attraction, too, and an affinity that is only just beginning to unfold.

"I catch you from behind," he murmurs. "My arms around your waist, pulling you down into the leaves with me. You're screaming, begging me to let me go, but you don't use my name. You call me 'Daddy', and that's a mistake, because it reminds me exactly how mad I am that you dared run away from me. The thrill of chasing you, of all that rage.

"I hit you. I kiss you. I stuff your mouth with dirty leaves like a scarecrow, and tear your stupid little dress off your body, and I thrust inside you as the rain falls against us, and it is—"

Halting, Will mops his face with an erratic hand.

"But that's not all," he confesses, the broken sentence lost. "I enter you in two ways, because in my hand I have a knife."

You moan aloud in horror, and Will stares at you as though he's forgotten that you're in the room.

"I stab you as I move inside you, and in that moment I can't decide which sensation is more pleasurable. There's warmth both ways, the feeling of taking what I want, of having complete power over you, your fate, and it's overwhelming. I woke up sick to my stomach, but I wasn't as horrified by that dream as I should have been."

Stiff, frail as an invalid child, you wrap yourself into your sheets as though they might protect you from him.

"You want to get rid of me," you rasp. "I was right: you want to kill me."

"No!"

This, spoken with an urgency that startles you.

"No," Will repeats, in a softer voice. "I don't. But if you ever try to run I can't say for sure that it wouldn't end like that dream. It was potent, and it felt... real."

Thunder roars like the pain of a goliath beyond your bedroom window, and you reach up to draw the curtains shut.

"I'll never run away," you say, in a pinched voice. "Hannibal's too smart to let me do it."

At this Will looks at you with eyes of such blue darkness that it's like gazing into the endless graves of the sea.

"He might let you try, some day," he says. "Just to see what you and I will do."

#dark fic #ao3 writer #manna fic #darkfic #dark!fic #hannibal lecter x will graham #hannibal lecter x reader #dark hannibal lecter #dark will graham #will graham x reader #tw noncon #tw death #tw murder #knifeplay #tw eating disorders #hannibal #hannibal lecter

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seraphimcollections · 1 year

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gentle giant | ch.2 | Konig x medic!reader

warnings: mild nudity, typical COD violence, gun violence, blood, angst.

summary: the truth of what's got the 141 on the run and now KorTac involved comes to light and is slowly catching up with you.

Callsign is Wren.

Words: 3.3

a/n: I am...so sorry. I'm not dead, and this series is still going, I just haven't had the time to post. Sorry for the long wait!

ch. 1 | ch. 2 |

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Grub time went as expected. Well, almost. You and the rest of the 141 sat at their own table, KorTac all sat at their own. Once you had grabbed your tray, you blinked in shock as Konig went to leave the cafeteria. You grabbed his sleeve, asking where he was going. He sent you a nervous look.

“I usually eat on my own, you know,” he pointed at his hood. “It’s more private.”

You felt stupid for not piecing together on your own. Of course he’d want to eat on his own, he wouldn’t want people to see his face. You should’ve known, Ghost was the same way. All you could do was watch as Konig bent his head down as he passed through the doorway, disappearing from view.

“Oi, Wren! Over ‘er!” Soap called from across the cafeteria.

You finally tore your gaze from the door, walking over to your squad all huddling around one table -- well, minus Price, who must have been dealing with more important matters. The man constantly stayed two steps ahead, and he wasn’t too uptight to let you know. You had to keep in check sometimes, “doctor’s orders.”

You placed your tray on the metal table, sliding on to the bench next to Soap and Gaz.

“‘Bout time you showed up, Gaz, heard you got lost,” you smirked.

“Huh, I wonder what birdie is spreading that rumor?” Gaz said sarcastically, casting a glance toward Soap who sent him a winning smile.

“You boys got settled in fine?” You said, beginning to pick at your food.

“Yeah, got bunked with Soap because Ghost didn’t wanna share,” Gaz grumbled.

Ghost grunted making you giggle, “you actually thought Ghost would share? Come now, you should know better than that.”

“How about you, love? You seem to have settled in just fine, having that big oaf following you around,” Soap said, cocking a brow.

Your expression softened slightly, “Konig is…nice.”

“So he told his name,” Gaz hummed.

“Nice?” Ghost said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

You cast him a look but was quick to divert from his piercing gaze.

“Well, he’s quiet, but harmless,” you shrugged.

Ghost continued to bore into you, “there is nothing harmless about that man.”

“No one is in this line of work, lass,” Soap said midchew.

“Anyway,” you said, eager to change the subject, “when are we moving out?”

“Soon,” Ghost said, “the Captain is ironing out the details with Laswell, trying to keep this within as tight a circle as possible.”

“Much appreciated,” you said, your expression becoming solemn.

There was no escaping it. You were running from the devil himself and all his shadows. You remember it clearly.

You were scavenging for supplies in the small town the task force had cleared out of men who swore their allegiance to Ghohbrani and to his lackey Hassan Zyani. You were running low on the essentials, the fight becoming trickier than the team originally thought. Nonetheless, you all made it out in one piece but you still needed at least antiseptic to stop infection. You kept your gun out of its holster, carefully making your way through the tiny house. You made your way up the creaky stairs, careful to check each corner and small hiding places, eventually deeming the floor clear. Gently pushing the splintering door open with an annoying creak, you entered a small room gun first.

Quickly scanning the room you let out a shaky breath relief, lowering your aim. The room looked to be a makeshift office of source, wires running across the hardwood to the three desks shoved against the wall. Approaching closer, your eyes squinted seeing familiar faces. It was your team, all of their files with their specialties and military history listed, along with candid pictures. They even had pictures of Ghost. A chill ran down your spine. How was this possible, this is classified information, how did it fall into enemy hands?

You tore your gaze away from your own file, your eyes landing on the buzzing of an old monitor. It was a blurry image but obviously a video paused. You moved the mouse before clicking on it to start. The footage was shaky at best, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, not believing what you were hearing. It was the Shadows, Graves’ team, and they were making an illegal transaction in enemy territory. Under General Shephard’s demand.

You felt your chest tighten as a million thoughts shot off at once. The American missiles found in Hassan’s warehouse were Shephard’s all along? He must have known the whole time, but who else knew? Did Laswell know? Price? You took a step back, hearing the creaking of the door behind you. Immediately you spun around, seeing a masked man you didn’t recognize, and pulled the trigger.

It was a sure shot, your assailant taking the bullet directly in the chest before collapsing to the ground. He groaned and gasped, blood gurgling in his throat. Quickly you rushed him, kicking his rifle out of arm's reach. You kept your aim, as the man hazily looked up at you. You still had time.

“The missiles, is it true you stole them from the Shadows?” You said, trying your best to not let your nerves show.

The man coughed, blood spurting from behind his mask.

“Kill me, I won’t tell you anything,” he said.

Your eyes narrowed, “you’re already on your way, might as well help your chances when you pass over. Now, answer the question: is it true?”

The man’s eyes squinted as he laughed at you, “you already know the answer, soldier. And now you are as dead as I, he…he won’t stop, until he destroys every last one of you.”

“He wouldn’t-”

“Doesn’t matter, your time’s ticking,” the man laughed again, the light fading from his eyes, “I’ll see you in hell.”

You listened to his last breath leave his chest in a wheeze before the dread settled in your heart. You slapped a shaky hand over your mouth as you stumbled away. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you killed a man, and it wouldn’t be last, but you had entered the Devil’s ring, and he was going to burn the earth and everyone in it to bury his sins.

“Wren? Wren do you copy?” You heard Price over the radio.

You felt your throat go dry, you couldn’t formulate anything. You stumbled back until you were leaning against the desk, your gaze never leaving the dead man. Your mind melted away into panic. You had indeliberately put everyone in danger. They would be tracked until the end of the earth, taken out one by one, all because of you.

You didn’t move as Ghost and Soap stepped through the door, their eyes finding the dead man first before looking over to your sorry state.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost grumbled, his cold eyes stopping on you. “What happened?”

You gulped painfully, violently shaking your head. Soap approached you, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“Are you hurt, lass?” He said, his bright blue eyes washed in worry.

You felt ashamed, the guilt sinking in that you couldn’t look the Scot in the eye. All you could do was point to the monitor, the video paused on the exact moment Hassan’s men apprehended the missiles. Soap’s eyes widened in shock, looking back to Ghost. Simon’s eyes hardened, his head tilted over as he pressed his radio.

“Come in, Bravo 6, we’ve located Wren,” Ghost said, “you’re gonna want to see this.”

Your eyes snapped open wide upon hearing a gentle knock at your door. You laid in your cot, your clothes stuck to you from your cold sweat. After grub, you just wanted to be alone, but knowing the boys weren’t going to let you leave on your own, you made sure to slip away while they were distracted. You didn’t remember falling asleep, only staring up at the ceiling as your mind raced at all the possibilities.

Your chest rose and fell rather quickly as you looked to the door. You heard the person knock again before a gentle voice came through.

“Ah, Maus? Are you sleeping?” Konig said.

You let out a sigh, brushing your damp hair from your brow as you swung your legs over the edge. You walked over to the door before cracking it open, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment due to the bright light. Said bright light was blocked out by a towering shadow, your eyes opening to look into his watery gaze.

Konig’s eyes widened a millimeter, seeing your state. Your skin glistened, more exposed from your flimsy tank top and shorts, the fabric clinging to your frame. All of the curves and divots of your muscles, the way your shirt ride up your navel revealing your little bit of your pudge. The way your nipples perked up through your shirt. He could see everything. He choked on his breath, breaking his gaze from yours.

“I-I didn’t see you leave the cafeteria. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you sooner…I came here as soon as I could,” Konig said.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man’s sheepishness, “I’m glad you came to check on me, Konig, I just wanted some alone time, that’s all.”

Konig nodded, looking down at you again, “are you going to be here the rest of the night?”

You let out a sigh, picking at your sweaty clothes, “ah, it looks like I’ll be taking a trip to the showers before then.”

You almost thought you saw something shift behind his hood, his body language changing.

“Ich komme mit dir,” Konig’s voice was somehow deeper as he spoke in his mother tongue.

A blush sprinkling against your cheeks at his words. You could only laugh bashfully.

“Ah, watch your words Bar, don’t want people to get the wrong idea,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“Ha, I suppose you’re right,” Konig said, diverting your gaze, “but I shouldn’t let you be alone.”

Seeing the determination in the Austrian’s eyes all you could do was nod, “alright, yeah, just give me a sec.”

You walked from the door, leaving it open for Konig to peer inside. You gathered your things into your shower caddy, slinging both your towels over your shoulder. You joined Konig out in the hall, closing the door behind you.

“Sollen wir?” Konig said, his voice almost cheerful.

“Folge dir, Bär,” you smiled up at him.

The two of you walked in silence for a moment. Konig made sure to keep his strides shorter than his usual so he can stay beside you. After awhile, the silence became awkward and you were desperate to break it.

“So, where were stationed before, I mean, before KorTac?” You said.

Konig looked down at you from the corner of his eye making you uneasy under his piercing gaze.

“U-unless that’s too personal,” you were quick to back pedal.

“No, I’m just surprised you’d like to know,” Konig said, and you wanted to think he was smiling underneath his hood. “I was seventeen when I joined the military. I wanted to be a sniper.”

“Why couldn’t you?”

Konig looked down at his gloved hands, “ah, they said that my grip was too shaky, but I think they just wanted me to kick down doors for them because of my…size. Die Idioten.”

You giggled, “well, I can’t exactly blame their decision, I’d be terrified if I had run into you on the field as an enemy.”

Konig frowned, “do I scare you, Maus?”

You could feel the hurt in his words and you eager to correct your mistake. You could hear Ghost’s warnings to keep on your toes when around the giant, but didn’t see it. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you could actually breathe when you were around him. You smiled putting a hand on his arm.

“I haven’t been able to think about anything but the mission since we’ve begun, but speaking with you has eased my nerves,” you said earnestly, “so, no, I’m not scared of you, Bar.”

Konig felt hypnotized by you, unable to find the words to speak. His heart felt like it was beating a million miles a second, his face and ears warming.

“I-I am happy to hear that, Maus,” he said, his gaze not lifting from the floor as he walked.

“Do I scare you?”

“Very,” Konig laughed softly, grinning as he was gifted your laughter.

You both arrived at the showers, all the stall doors open and empty. You were grateful for this, more time for you to be alone. Well, besides the behemoth behind you. Speaking of, the man hadn’t moved from your side, just kept looking ahead of you.

“Uh, Konig?”

He looked down at you, waiting with baited breath.

“Yes, Maus?” He asked.

“I kinda need to take that shower now…” you hinted.

Konig’s body language became frantic as he stumbled over his words.

“A-ah! Yes of course, I’ll wait out here for you,” he said before quickly retreating back into the hall like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

You smiled and shook your head, stepping into one of the stalls and sliding the lock into place. You placed your caddy on the small shelf before you began to strip. You turned the faucet, allowing the water to heat up before stepping under. You couldn’t hold back the long moan that tumbled out of your lips, forgetting who was standing just outside the door.

Konig felt air leave him at once, as if sucker punched right in the stomach. How much more perfect could you be? If he hadn’t known better, he would say that whoever was up there pulling the strings was playing a cruel trick on him. His face felt so hot he was sure he was sweating. And, embarrassingly, he could feel the blood rushing down between his legs. Before he could help it, images flitted into his mind of your plump lips, glossed and parted as he dragged more divine sounds from you. Your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him in, nails digging into his skin. A sight sent from the heavens.

Konig removed his gloves, bringing one hand underneath his hood to feel his warm brow, trying to center himself.

“Get ahold of yourself, täuschen, they’re your comrade,” he cursed himself.

He leaned his weight against the wall, casting his gaze to the ceiling above. It would be an understatement to say that Konig wasn’t having the greatest of times here at KorTac. Sure, it was an improvement from his last station for the German military who merely treated him like a living battery ram, but anything would be an improvement from that.

But Konig was no fool. He knew what the others whispered about him, why the boys of the 141 looked at him that way. They saw him as a monster, a beast, a demon who will accomplish the mission at all costs. Everyone, but you. From the moment you spoke to him, it was different. You were kind to him, when no one else paid him such attention. It made him guilty for thinking of you in this way, what way this was exactly, Konig was only on the cusp of understanding.

Distracted by his own thoughts, Konig hadn’t noticed your soothing humming had ceased. Konig didn’t think twice, entering the showers now clouded in steam.

“Wren?” He called.

He could still hear the shower running the stall but no answer. His stomach dropped, stepping quickly to the stall door, tugging on it and making it rattle. Of course it would be locked, Konig thought. Standing tall, he easily could see over the stall. His eyes widened in shock seeing you curled up leaning against the tile wall, unmoving.

“Maus!” Konig exclaimed, and without hesitation reached over the stall and slid the lock open.

Pushing the door open, Konig rushed to you, kneeling before you and taking your face in his hands.

“Maus, Maus wake up, answer me!” Konig said in a panic.

You let out a groan, your eyelids heavy as you slowly opened them to gaze into the deepest of jades. Your brain was foggy, the exhaustion from the countless sleepless nights finally coming to take its claim on you. You smiled, your eyes squinting, as you looked into those eyes. They were like laying a meadow and being warmed by the sun’s beams.

“So warm,” you hummed. “Mein Bär, halte mich warm.”

Konig’s eyes widened. Being so close, he could see the dark circles under your eyes and your bloodshot eyes — were they always present?

Worry laced his tone, “Maus, when’s the last time you’ve slept?”

You let out a hum, leaning into Konig’s hands. Konig let out a shaky breath, his fingers skimming over your soft cheek. He was painfully aware that you were naked underneath his large frame, the temptation pulling at him. You were falling asleep right in his hands, letting him know he had to move fast.

Carefully leaning your head back onto the tile, Konig turned the water off before stepping away. He grabbed your towel, throwing one over your damp hair. He tried his best to keep his mind out of the gutter, a nearly impossible feat seeing how tiny you were compared to him. An undeniable truth.

Even so, Konig tried his best to awkwardly wrap the towel around your body, taking a little time around your curves. Carefully he moved his arms underneath your legs, the other supporting your back, almost folding you so your head could lay against his shoulder. You barely stirred, your arm laying limp in your lap. Slowly, Konig stood to his height, his eyes never leaving you. Time was lost on him as his gaze never left your sleeping expression. Your lips parted as gentle breath left you, your brow slightly knitted together.

Were you having a nightmare? He wanted to wake, but fearing that would make the situation even more inappropriate, he opted to let you slumber. You felt so small in his arms, like a rabbit cuddling with a wolf.

“Come on, get it together,” Konig chided himself.

He turned to leave the stall, once more checking that you were mostly covered in the damp towel before stepping out into the hall. Your wet hair began to soak his sleeve, slowly becoming cold from the chilled air.

“I need to get you to bed or you’ll catch a cold, Maus,” Konig murmured.

Of course you couldn’t hear him but seeing you nuzzle closer to his chest had him half convinced. His gaze through the slots of his hood couldn’t be torn off of you. How could someone be as perfect when they’re awake but also when they sleep? It didn’t seem possible until he met you. A lot of things didn’t, but he was beginning to understand.

Lost in his own world, Konig hadn’t noticed the extremely light footsteps rounding the corner, until his eyes shifted to the floor in front of him only to find black combat boots. He choked on his breath, his head snapping up to stare into dark vats of brown cast under the shadow of a grim facade. Stopping in his tracks, Konig felt his spine go rigid as he looked nearly at eye level who they called Ghost.

To say that Ghost looked unimpressed would be an understatement. The stare the Brit was giving poor Konig would have sent him to the rings of hell. Ghost’s gaze flickered to you held protectively in the Austrian’s arms before letting out a grunt.

“Get her to bed,” Ghost’s voice gruff, “idiot has been putting herself through hell past hours, knew it only a matter of time before she knocked out.” Konig gulped before nodding, “I-I was posted out in the hall and she fell asleep in the shower, comrade.”

Ghost grunted, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, “get a move on then.”

Konig nodded, brushing past the lieutenant, and continuing down the hall. Ghost watched the man go, something else swirling in his dark eyes.

“Better take care of them, idiot.”

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good-night-doll · 1 year

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Tis the season~

•Part 3–Ice Skating

: As the Christmas season creeps around the corner, you can't help but want to show your girlfriend all the different activities there are to the season other than decapitating the jolly fat man.

Word count: 900

Warnings: None

Tis the season to appreciate the outdoor activities alongside the indoor ones too. An activity like ice skating- for instance.

The ice rink has been my best friend growing up, a place where I would go to find all my best and worst memories. It has an irreplaceable place in my heart as it's always been my comfort zone, a place I'd go to cry and a place I'd go to cure my boredom for a while.

I've missed the place as it's been years now since I last visited, and with new journeys comes new people- like Wednesday, who I've dragged out the house on this freezing night to skate around with me before it closes in a few hours time.

"I really don't see the point" Wednesday scoffs, standing by the entrance to the rink- her hands grasping the railing beside her for that extra support.

I roll my eyes, breathing in a steady deep breath to calm my adrenalized nerves from overpowering me. I gleefully look out over the sight with a recalling mind- a sense of pride washing over my top layer of skin.

The smooth, oblong ice rink has a low wall with a metal railing atop that outlines its perimeter. Street lights illuminate the streets around the rink- looking like spot lights for the criminals looking to snatch any last minute grub at a conveniently unguarded house.

Snow-dusted trees and snowdrifts litter the local park just across the road. There's a restaurant on the other end of the park- lit up in golden colours of rich red and fine green to match the festive season's colour palette. Skyscrapers stand in the mist of night just beyond- barely recognisable if you weren't to squint.

But the most exciting part- the few people skating the night away around the rink. It just shows unity in an odd but seeable way, and it has me smiling silently at the view.

Memories from childhood seem so real now, almost so real that I could just about taste the bitter cold sensation I would get when our local Hockey team would lose because a key player was in a world of their own- just enjoying their time on the rink. But did I ever care? No. I cared solely for the rink- not the small flimsy trophy we would've received back in the early years of the 2000s up until the later ones of 2010.

My parents never really gave my addiction much thought, especially since there's a long line of yetis in my bloodline.

How the bright lights around the rink tormented me as I messed up the teams streak with my joy for purely just skating- how the local mothers and fathers would yell at me to do better and how my own teammates and coach looked down upon me. It all seems so hazed now.

"Do we have to do this? Why can't we go home and just bask in the warmth of its confinements?"

"Because" I pause to look at Wednesday, her face sour with a scarce demeanour "this is special to me"

Without another word, I take Wednesday's hand and slowly but surely lead her into the icy terrain. Her ankles wobble from the new balance required, her hands grasping my snow glistened coat tightly and her bottom lip tucked so delicately between her snow-like teeth.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" Wednesday only nods to this, complying with a heavy heart as I drag her along the oblong ring that forms the rink.

The blades on our skates cut along the ice, leaving trails and indents in the frozen over floor. Very faint chatter off to the sides are evident and even the faint music playing from the speakers around apply that Christmas-like feeling as they place all sorts of December hits.

"How do you feel?" I ask, sensing Wednesday's graduate build up of confidence.

"Better…"

"Want me to try and let go?"

"I, uh-" she evidently gulps, looking at her own feet "okay"

I slowly release Wednesday, allowing her to slowly separate from her only beam of support- me.

Her knees are bent, hands flimsy by her sides as she struggles to keep herself up. Her eyes are still glued to her bladed feet with black skates- her braids frozen still against the cold weather as they stand like icicles.

However, just as she tries to stand tall, she loses her footing and falls forward- causing her to fall straight onto me. Luckily though, I was able to stabilise her fall before we had both fallen to the hard floor beneath us- causing us to become some twisted meat pretzel on the white ice.

Her gloved hands squeeze into my arms as she regains recognition, looking up at me to confirm she isn't yet on the floor. And when she registers my smiling face, her own shifts and contorts into swirls of mixed pinks and reds. Even the very tips of her ears are heated with the warm colour.

"You okay?" I ask, staring obviously at the blushing girl as she cautiously turns away.

"We're going home" she mumbles back, turning as she grabs onto the railings that are a good five feet or so away- shuffling herself over over the exit.

I laugh watching her as she gradually makes her way to our locker- face ever red and eyes glaring at anyone staring.

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mccall-muffin · 1 year

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Hi! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are I was wondering if you could write something fluffy l for Joe Toye? I adore your writing and I have already written three papers since Monday and your writing, amongst a few others, has not so low key helped me through so much if it <3

Well hello dear anon :)

First of all: thank you soooooo much for your kind words! This really made my day 🥰

So, I got a little something for you and I really hope you like it!

Warnings: Language, Fluffy Fluff, War wounds

The price I pay // Joe Toye x Reader

June 6, 1944 - St. Marie-du-Mont, Normandy, France

"Hey guys," Mike Ranney says as he opens the hatch to the truck where Guarnere, Lipton, Malarkey, Buck, Toye, and Plesha are sitting. "Hey Ranney, what's up?" asks Bill, and they all look at him curiously. Mike, however, looks primarily at Joe. "Y/L/N's here," he then says curtly, and Joe exchanges a quick glance with Bill before getting up and jumping out of the truck.

"Where is she?" he asks, looking urgently at Mike. The latter points to a house a bit further back.

As fast as Joe can, he runs toward it. He stops when he spots you taking off your helmet and shaking your hair. "Y/N," he breathes, and you turn to face him.

Your face is still dirty from the grease, and you look drained. "Joe?" you ask in surprise as you look at him, but he has already covered the few feet and takes you in his arms. "Fuck," he mumbles, hugging you to him. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up." You hug him to you as well, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Well, I'm here now," you say, slowly breaking away from Joe.

"Hey, Y/N! Good to see you," Bill, who has followed Joe, greets you. He also hugs you, but your gaze stays on Joe. "We thought you'd gone off the deep end." Now you smile briefly at Bill. "Don't worry. You won't be getting rid of me that quickly." "Not that we'd want to," Joe says, putting an arm around your shoulders again. You smile at him from below.

"You guys got any grub? I'm starving," you say as the two of them lead you to the truck. "Maybe the guys left you something," Bill says, opening the flap. However, the air that pours out of the truck toward you is anything but pleasant. "Holy shit, what is that?" you ask, looking at the guys sitting in the truck.

"Nice hello to you too, Y/N," Buck says with a grin. You smile tiredly. "Sorry," you say, rubbing your face. Again, Joe puts an arm around your shoulders. "Don't worry; it's only Malarkey that stinks, not the food. You got any left?" "Ah yeah, insult first and demand later," Malark quips, holding out the box of cooked food to you. You take out your plate, and he scoops up a portion for you.

"Do you want to join us?" asks Buck then, making a move to scoot over, but you shake your head. "That's sweet of you, but I'll just find a quiet corner and eat peacefully."

You thank them again for the food before heading back out. In a quiet alley, you sit down on the ground and eat. The day has sapped your strength, and you are just plain tired.

"Mind if I join you?" Joe asks you, and you look up as he suddenly stands before you. You nod with your mouth full, and he slides in next to you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks after a while, during which you've been sitting next to each other in comfortable silence, and you've finished your food. "Exhausted. I'm just exhausted. I've been wandering around aimlessly like a lunatic for the last two days, not knowing where to go. This is definitely not how I imagined my first jump."

"Neither did I, believe me. But the main thing is that you're here now, and I can keep an eye on you again," Joe says with a smile, and you look at him from the side. "You know you don't have to, don't you?" "I know, but I want to," Joe says softly. "I was really worried about you, Y/N." Your eye contact lasts for a moment before you turn away, blushing.

"Y/N, I-," Joe begins, but then Bill approaches you. "Hey, fellas, we're moving out. Winter's orders," he informs us. Sighing, you stand up and put your helmet back on. Just as you're about to follow Bill, Joe holds you back.

"Y/N."

You turn back to Joe and look at him questioningly. "Yeah?" Joe doesn't say anything at first, then he comes up to you, takes your face in his hands, and kisses you demanding. You are caught off guard for a millisecond, but then you kiss him back with equal determination. You grab his jacket and pull him even closer to you.

As Joe slowly pulls away from you, you look into each other's eyes. "Wow," you breathe with a laugh and take a step back. "What was that for?" "Simply for you. Because you're you, and you're perfect the way you are," Joe says, biting his lip briefly. Joe stares at the ground briefly before taking your hands in his. "Y/N... I have to tell you before we go. You don't even know how much you mean to me. My feelings for you have grown stronger over the past two years, and when you didn't show up at the venue, I realized how strong they are."

You listen to Joe's words, and warmth spreads through you. "Joe-" you whisper, "No, please let me finish. Ever since I first saw you, you've messed with my head. I didn't realize it until later, but I'm more aware now than ever. I'm in love with you, Y/N." For a second, you look at Joe. Then you put your arms around his neck and kiss him again before grinning, stepping away from him, and walking back towards the others.

January 3, 1945 - Bois Jacques Woods, Bastogne, Belgium

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?" you exclaim as you spot Joe in line between Penkala and Skip. "Uh oh, here it goes," you hear Skip say, nudging Webb, a replacement. "Now it's getting interesting."

You stand in front of Joe and poke him in the chest with your finger, "What the hell are you doing here?" "Hey, whoa... I just wanted to get back to you guys. I ain't vegetating on no aid station like this," he returns. "Where'd you been hit?" Webb then asks, and you give him an annoyed look. "What's that?" asks Joe. "Oh, that's Webb. Replacement," Skip explains to him, which also earns him a nasty look from you.

"Really? Thought it was some guy I've known for two years, and I forgot his face," Joe then says, drawing his attention back to you. "Don't change the subject now, okay?!" "Joe got hit in the arm. A new years eve gift from the Luftwaffe," Penkala then says. "That's right. Three days ago! So again: what are you doing here?"

Behind you, you hear Bill laughing to himself. Joe grabs some food, and the two of you walk a little away from the other's prying ears. "What was I supposed to do, Y/N? I didn't want to stay there." "I know, but you should rest! You know that as well as I do."

Joe puts a hand on your arm. "Now calm down, babydoll. It's all good. Winters knows I'm here and has given his OK. I didn't want to be away from you any longer, don't you understand?" Your expression softens. Joe knows exactly what that means. "Come on, you're glad I'm back," he teases, and you can't suppress a smile. "I'd rather you get better, but I can't deny that I'm glad to see you." Joe takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to it. "I knew it, baby."

Later that afternoon:

You arrive back at your old position at the front as Joe jumps into his foxhole. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he immediately exclaims, and you look down at him. A small smile appears on your face. "Someone's gonna die. Someone's gonna fucking die. Guarnere, Y/N, look at this shit! One of those 1st Battalion fuckers took a dump in my foxhole." You exchange a quick glance with Bill, who looks around. There are exploded trees all around you. "I think they shit in everyone's foxhole, Joe. I don't think they wanted to spend much time above ground." You nod in agreement, then look back at Joe, climbing back out of the foxhole.

He walks up to you and stops in front of you. "Those assholes," he grumbles. "Come on; I'm sure we wouldn't feel any different if we were in their situation."

Joe looks around for a moment, then pulls you behind two trees. "What are you doing?" you ask with a laugh, but Joe immediately presses your back against a tree and kisses you passionately. "I just wanted to say hello to you properly." You giggle and kiss him again. "Hi."

"Hey, Y/N! You think the foxhole will fix itself?" you suddenly hear Malarkey call out, with whom you and Bill share your foxhole. "I think I should go," you whisper to Joe, and he nods. "I'll see you later," he whispers back, and you nod before saying your goodbyes. You head towards the foxhole and hear the familiar sound of artillery fire before you get to it.

You jump into the hole with Don and Bill as quickly as you can. "Damn bastards!" you curse, fervently hoping that Joe still made it to his foxhole. For several minutes, you are bombarded. When it finally dies down, Bill looks at you with concern. "Everything okay?" he asks you, and you nod. "Yeah, everything's still there." "Maybe we should see if anybody's hit," Don says, and Bill looks at him with a frown. "Malark, that's what they want," he says. "The Krauts are trying to draw us out in the open." "I think Bill is right. We should wait," you agree with Bill.

Silence has fallen around you, but you hear what sounds like a groan. Confused, you look at Bill again. "I need my helmet. I need help!" You hear the words more clearly, sending a shiver down your spine. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. "You hear that?" asks Don. "Is that Joe?" adds Bill, and the three of you look in the direction the cries for help are coming from. "Help!" "Fuck, that is Joe! I need to get to him!" you then say, already wanting to climb out of the foxhole, but Bill pulls you back. "You stay here, Y/N! Do you think Joe would forgive me if something happened to you?"

With those words, Bill climbs out of the hole and heads toward Joe's foxhole. For a moment, nothing happens, and you and Don look anxiously in that direction.

But then it happens. Fire is opened on you again. "Fuck, Don!" you shout, ducking further into the hole while holding your helmet. Again you let minutes of horror wash over you until the bombs finally fall silent. Again you make moves to climb out of the foxhole, but this time Malarkey pulls you back. "Are you crazy? Haven't you learned anything right now?" he asks, upset. "I just want to check on Joe, Malark." "I know, Y/N, and I understand, but there's no point in putting your life on the line right now. At least wait a few minutes."

"Medic!"

You both look up at the call. It's coming again from the direction Bill disappeared. "Don!" you say urgently, but he shakes his head. "Doc's got this covered, I'm sure. I'm not letting you go," he says, and you give him a dirty look. "You really think you can stop me?" you ask, and Don raises an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah! And if I have to sit on you!"

You sigh and look again in the direction from which the screams came earlier. You stay in the foxhole for a few minutes. Again and again, you glance nervously at your watch. "It's been almost ten minutes Malark." Don still looks nervously in that direction before looking at you again. "All right. Go," he says, and you don't wait long before you climb out of the foxhole and start running.

Slithering, you arrive at a small clearing and falter, for what you see nearly tears your heart.

Joe and Bill are lying on the ground in front of you. Both look pretty battered, and you quickly realize that Joe is missing one leg entirely from the knee down, and Bill's doesn't look too healthy. You are frozen in shock for a moment, but then Joe's gaze finds yours. You can see the pain in his face, but you're unsure if it's just physical pain. It snaps you out of your thoughts, and you immediately kneel down to Joe.

"Hey," you say softly, looking at him. "Y/N," he gasps, and you take his hand in yours. Doc Roe is already sitting by his leg, bandaging it. You look down for a moment and then back at Joe. "Doc, what can I do?" you ask, and he presses something into your hand. "Hold this." "You got a smoke?" Bill asks, and you look up at him. You reach into your pocket for a second and toss him your pack.

"Jesus, what's a guy gotta do to get killed around here?" Joe then asks through clenched teeth, and you look back at him. "You won't die here, you understand me?" you clarify. "Y/N, how am I supposed to-?" he begins, but you immediately interrupt him. "No! Stop it right now, will you? You can do this. We can do this together," you say, looking at him urgently.

"Bill, you're going first," Doc says as two more medics come in and put him on a barre. "Whatever you say, Doc, whatever you say," is all Bill says as he tosses you back your smokes. You take two out right away and give one to Joe. "Thanks," he whispers.

At that moment, Lip comes running up and looks at his two men. He rubs his forehead, and your eyes meet. You're still stroking Joe's hand, who s sitting on the floor, cramped.

"Fuck, Y/N. That's it," he says, and you look at him questioningly. "What are you talking about?" "Well, about this," he says, pointing to his leg. "How am I supposed to take care of you with this? I... I can't be the man I want to be for you like this. I - Jesus! You can't want me like this anymore." For a moment, you look at Joe in irritation. "Joseph John Toye, now listen to me very carefully, will you? I love you. I don't care if you have two legs or just one; you got that? And I've told you a thousand times; you don't have to take care of me!"

Joe holds your gaze. "You still want me?" he almost whispers. "Nothing would change my mind about that," you say, smiling slightly. Then you lean down and kiss him. "I'll come to you as soon as I can."

Two men then kneel beside Joe and hoist him onto a barre. Joe is still holding your hand. "Take care of yourself, Y/N, will you? And don't die, babydoll!" "I don't plan to," you smile wearily as they take him away.

November 22, 1945 - Hughestown, Pennsylvania, USA

Nervously, you stand in front of the entrance door. You look again at the address Winters gave you and then again at the door before you ring the bell. It takes a moment before the door is opened.

An older woman stands in front of you and smiles kindly at you. "Yes, please?" she asks, eyeing you. "Good afternoon, ma'am; I'm sorry to bother you. I am looking for Joseph Toye. My name is Y/N Y/L/N-" The woman immediately begins to smile. "Sure thing. Come in." She opens the door a little wider and lets you enter.

Still nervous, you knead your cap in your fingers. "Come," the lady says and leads you into the kitchen. She offers you a chair, and you sit down. She puts a cup of coffee in front of you, and you begin to wonder if coming here was a wise idea. The woman, you now assume to be Mrs. Toye, Joe's mother, stands there, eyeing you with a smile.

"Ma?" You hear someone call out, and warmth instantly spreads as you recognize the voice. "Who was that?" The footsteps come closer, and then Joe appears in the kitchen doorway. Dressed in civilian clothes, leaning on crutches, he stands there, and when he spots you, his face lights up.

"Y/N?"

You leap to your feet and toward him as quickly as you can. You take him in your arms, not thinking that his balance is not as good as it used to be, and you almost fall. Tears of joy run down your cheeks. Joe drops his crutches and pulls you toward him. "Oh my God, you're finally here!" he whispers in your ear. As he gently pushes you off of him, he wipes away your tears before kissing you passionately.

"I missed you so much!" he says, and you both sit at the table. "Ma, this is... This is Y/N," Joe then says, smiling at his mother. "It's an extraordinary pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Joe hasn't stopped talking about you." "Maaa!" "What? It's true," his mother says with a smile. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?" Joe looks at you for a moment but then shakes his head. "Would you give us a moment?" Mrs. Toye nods and then leaves the kitchen.

Joe immediately takes your face in his hands again and kisses you again. "You don't know how happy I am to see you here before me, alive and well!" You force yourself to smile and nod at him. "Is everything all right?" "As far as it goes, yes... When you were gone, it wasn't easy. I'll be honest with you; we saw things..." You break off. The memory of the concentration camp is still deep in your bones.

Joe takes your hand in his. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to talk about it. I know what it's like."

You look at Joe and then smile before touching his cheek. "How are you doing?" you then ask. Joe lowers his eyes for a moment. "Well, I finally got out of that fucking hospital two months ago. Then I came here and my ma... Well, she took care of me. I have to learn to make it on my own first." "You don't have to," you say directly. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." Joe puts his hand on yours, then smiles.

"I have something for you," he says and stands up before disappearing from the room. Confused, you watch him go. It's not long before Joe comes back and sits down again.

He takes your hand in his again. "I'll be honest with you, Y/N. The time in those hospitals wasn't easy. Luckily, I had Bill to keep me company. In any case, I was worried about you. I had nightmares that you had died, and it was hard every time I woke up and realized I couldn't see you. I was relieved when we got the news that the war was over. I hadn't received any news that you were dead until then, which is why you could come home now." He lowers his eyes for a moment. "Then came the fear that you wouldn't return to me after all. That you'd changed your mind. Who wants to be with a one-legged cripple. What can I offer her anyway? Those are just a few of the thoughts I've had."

Slightly shocked, you look at Joe, and tears form in your eyes that he even had such thoughts. "Joe-" you start, but he interrupts you, "No, let me finish first. Bill has been helping me. He assured me that you'd come back to me. That you loved me. And I wanted to believe him; I really did. But I only believe it now. Now that you're finally standing in front of me again. And so..." He rummages in his pants pocket and pulls out a small box. "I've been carrying this around for a long time, Y/N, and it's just for you. I love you with all my heart. Because of you, I survived this fucking war and this." He points to his leg. "Just the thought of you loving me gave me strength. And that's why..."

Joe grabs a pillow and throws it on the floor before kneeling down on half his leg. "Y/N Y/L/N. I can't live without you anymore. I don't want to live without you anymore. I want to spend my life with you and always have you by my side. So will you do me the honor, and will you be my wife?"

The tears have now found their way down your cheeks anyway. You look Joe in the eye before smiling. "Sure I will! Jesus, I love you, Joe!"

Joe gets back up as quickly as possible, but you're throwing your arms around his neck at least as fast. Joe smiles and then kisses you tenderly. "How did I ever deserve you," he whispers between kisses to your lips. Joe gently pushes you off of him and then slides the beautiful ring onto your finger, making you smile.

"If my leg was the price for letting me see that beautiful smile every day, I gladly paid it. Just for you, my love."

#Band of Brothers #Joe Toye x Reader #Anon Request #LOVED TO WRITE IT TBH #bobedit #hbo series #hbowar #ww2 #Joe Toye #Kirk Acevedo #Joseph Toye

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downwiththeficness · 10 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Nine

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count:~3600

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Eva rummaged through the kitchen pantry, pulling out anything that even remotely looked like a snack and throwing it over her shoulder to land on the island. Having dug around on every shelf and in every drawer, she stood before the mountain of chips, pretzels, cookies, and candy with her brows drawn together.

“This is about as good as its going to get,” she said to herself.

In the cabinet storage beneath the island were all of her platters, bowls, and serving utensils. She tugged a long serving board from the bunch along with several of the less valuable bowls. Quickly, she plated the snacks in what she hoped was an appetizing spread, making little adjustments as she went. Then, she picked up the board by its handles and carefully walked around the corner and down the hall to The Lounge.

Crossing the threshold, Eva took four steps into the room and waited to be acknowledged. The band was sprawled out around the room—the drummer was standing next to the bar talking to Mr. Jimenez, the bass and guitar player were looking at Josh’s (rarely used) stereo, and the singer was sitting on the sofa opposite Eva talking with Josh.

She shifted on her feet, looking to catch her husband’s attention. He was preoccupied with a rather effusively gesticulated story being told by the blonde next to him and it didn’t look like he would notice her any time soon. Her arms were starting to hurt from holding the heavy tray. She didn’t want to drop it, but she also didn’t know if she would be allowed to set it down without Josh’s approval.

Thankfully, the drummer, a man with hair that reached his mid-back, glanced in her direction and hurried to assist.

“Let me take that,” he offered, already halfway to relieving her of the tray.

“Thank you.”

“No,” he replied with a wide smile, “thank you. This looks awesome.”

She returned his smile, “Its no problem, really.”

“You didn’t have to do this,” then, to the room, “Hey! We got grub!”

Conversations stalled as the group dug in. Eva stood near the bar and folded her hands in front of her as she watched them pick out handfuls of what they wanted. There were nods of approval all around, which she tried not to feel too proud about.

The singer spotted her and called out to Eva around a mouthful of marshmallows, “Come sit with us.”

Eva glanced at Josh and, not seeing any censure in his expression, perched beside the blonde on the sofa. She was a beta, smelled like flowers.

“I’m Lizzy.”

“Eva.”

“Josh’s wife, right?”

Eva nodded.

“Thanks for letting us hang out,” Lizzy said, “Your house is huge.”

Startled by the frank assessment, Eva could not keep herself from a nervous laugh, “Thank you.”

“Our place is kind of a shit hole, but its home, you know?”

The drummer made a sound of disapproval, “That shit hole is a nice place, man.”

Lizzy was unconvinced, “There’s rats, Gene.”

“There’s rats everywhere, Lizzy.”

Eva leaned a bit towards Lizzy, “I can confirm that. Rats can get in almost anywhere.”

She learned that lesson the hard way. One of her first hidden stashes of money got eaten up by the little creatures when she didn’t wrap it carefully enough. Now, every bit of her money was stowed away in metal boxes.

“Alright, alright,” Lizzy conceded, “Its not that bad.” She held up a finger, “But, this place is really nice. Josh told me he was a doctor. You must be head honcho somewhere, right?”

Eva hesitated before saying, “I’m the accountant for the family’s pharmaceutical company.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, “That’s a big deal, right?” Not waiting for Eva’s response, she turned to Josh, “She’s a big deal.”

Her husband was all smiles, “Eva is pivotal to the finances of the company.”

Across the coffee table, Mr. Jimenez had taken a spot next to the drummer. He rested his weight on the arm of the sofa, observing silently. Eva could not meet his gaze, not after what he’d said at dinner. She was too afraid that she would reveal something in any small, shared look. It was a mistake Eva couldn’t afford to make with Josh so close.

“So, you pay her the big bucks,” Lizzy said with a tease in her voice.

Eva brushed her hand over her brow to conceal the wince. Josh didn’t pay her anything. At least, he didn’t pay her anything that could be considered a salary. She got a weekly allowance that covered the occasional wardrobe update and gas for the car Josh let her drive. Everything else was put on the company card where it could be tracked.

“I don’t pay her nearly enough for all the benefits I get. She handles all the boring paperwork so I don’t have to.”

Lizzy case Eva a sly smile, “I bet she’s good at it.”

“The best,” Josh said. He was no longer smiling and there was a tension around his eyes. Eva began a desperate mental search for a way to change the subject.

“Careful,” Mr. Jimenez cut in, “You keep singing her praises and I might be forced to have Eva come work for me.”

She nearly dropped her face into her hand. Did he have to antagonize her husband?

Eyes narrow, Josh’s voice was firm, “She’d have to want to work for you first.”

Mr. Jimenez was undeterred, “Kidnapping, then.”

What the fuck are you doing? Eva thought, hysterical. Having dinner with them, complimenting her, being nice to her, these were all excusable in light of their business partnership. But this was almost a threat—no, this was blatant threat. Open. Honest. Clear as day.

It was some kind of miracle that none of Josh’s new friends seemed to notice the rise in tension between the two men.

Certainly not Lizzy, who asked, “Are you also in the pharmaceutical business?”

Mr. Jimenez shook his head, “I’m in shipping and transportation. But, Dr. Moore and I are working on a project together.”

Lizzy made a soft ‘oh’ of intrigue, “What kind of project?”

“The boring kind,” Josh answered with an air of finality, “Eva, we haven’t offered our guests any drinks.”

That was her cue to become invisible. The conversation had revolved around her enough and it was time for Josh to re-take the spotlight. She stood and walked behind the bar to mix a large batch of cocktails. In her absence, Josh led the group towards another topic. The band, apparently called Stag Nation. Like, stagnation as in standing still, but two words, as the drummer explained. They were working on their first album. According to Lizzy, the studio guy was a real creep, but Jim (the guitarist) set him straight after he made a pass a Lizzy.

Rather than pour individual glasses, Eva stirred up a pitcher full. She set it and enough glasses for everyone on yet another tray and carried it over to the coffee table. As the drinks were poured, the bass player mentioned the stereo sitting along the back wall near the sliding glass doors.

“You don’t have that many albums,” he said, “for such a nice set up.”

“Ah, man,” Lizzy groaned, “Leave him alone.” Then, to Josh, “Marcus is an audiophile. Half his room is records.”

Marcus was almost convincingly offended, “Those are classics.”

“Most of them don’t even play. They’re literally falling apart.”

“That’s because they are classics!”

This went on for a while as the cocktail in the pitcher was slowly drained. Eva got up and made another. The topic still hadn’t changed by the time she returned with the second round, much to the annoyance of everyone but Marcus and Lizzy.

Gene leaned forward and dug around in his back pocket, “If y’all are gonna keep this shit up, I’m gonna need a joint just to listen to it.” He produced a baggie of what was clearly pot and held it up, “You good if we smoke in here, brother?”

Eva looked at Josh with raised brows. He was no stranger to pot, often smoked with Alexei on their nights out—which Myra could absolutely never find out. But, these were strangers, not his best friend.

“As long as you’ll share,” Josh replied.

Apparently, he didn’t care. Eva hid her surprise by taking a drink from her glass. Quick, effective hands rolled the joint and Gene lit it with Jim’s lighter. Puff. Puff. Pass. Around the circle it went. When it got to Eva, she demurred.

Lizzy poked her arm, “C’mon, its not gonna kill you.”

Josh laughed, “It might not kill her, but Eva’s a real bitch when she smokes. Isn’t that right, Eva?”

It was true. Sort of. Eva didn’t mind the high so much, but it made her less careful. Her words, her facial expression, all revealed what she actually thought and felt. She was a bitch when she smoked because she smoked around Josh and Josh always made her feel like a bitch.

“Its better for everyone if I don’t,” Eva said with a tight smile.

Lizzy shrugged and the joint kept going around—until Mr. Jimenez, too, refused. He had work in the morning and needed a clear head. Eva assessed him for sincerity, then looked down at the coffee table where his half empty glass sat. Had he refilled it even once? How many drinks did he have with dinner?

Mr. Jimenez caught her looking and he cocked his head to the side in question. Was she going to call him out? Eva held his stare for a moment, then looked away. She didn’t have the courage.

When the joint was nothing more than a tiny roach, Marcus got up and started up an album. Frank Sinatra crooned through the speakers. Jim razzed Marcus for picking such an old record, but Marcus just said that it was one of his dad’s favorites.

“At least he still talks to his dad,” Lizzy said as she picked up another handful of marshmallows, “I haven’t even seen mine since last Christmas. He’s convinced I’m singing the devil’s music.”

Eva sympathized with Lizzy. Her parents were equally strict about the kind of music she listened to growing up, “Maybe he’ll get used to it.”

Shaking her head, Lizzy began putting the marshmallows onto the tips of pretzels like tiny skewers, “Nah. He kicked me out when I was sixteen. I only go back to see mama. You got family around here?”

Eva flinched, then worked to correct herself. There was no way Lizzy could know the minefield she’d just stepped out into.

Josh, his eyes drooping, laughed, “She hasn’t had family for a couple years, now.”

Lizzy’s mouth opened in confusion as she looked between Eva and Josh. It was clear that she sensed that there was something being said between the lines and that she was looking to walk back the conversation to a safer topic.

Eva took pity on her, “They died in a plane crash.”

Looking over Lizzy’s shoulder, Eva silently asked Josh to leave it alone. They had guests and they didn’t need to know all the dirty secrets of her marriage. Josh’s mouth thinned and he grabbed his glass to drain it.

“I’m so sorry,” Lizzy breathed.

“Its fine,” Eva replied, “It happened a long time ago.” Then, because she needed to get as much distance as she could, “That pitcher’s almost empty. Let me get y’all another.”

Grabbing up the pitcher, Eva stood and put the bar between herself and the rest of the people in the room. Her hands were shaking as she measured out liquor, mixer, and ice. As she worked, Eva viciously swallowed down the need to cry from grief, from guilt. By the time she poured the drink into the pitcher, Eva was almost as numb as she needed to be in order to get through the rest of the night.

Sinatra’s voice faded away, replaced by CCR.

Eva looked up to find Mr. Jimenez approaching the bar, glass in hand. He set it on the bar and leaned on a forearm beside it. There was a softness in his eyes that unsettled her as much as it made her want to press her cheek to his.

“Did you not like the drink?” Eva asked, needing to talk about something completely innocuous.

“Its a little sweet for me.”

She nodded, reflexively reaching over and grabbing a decanter, “Try this. Its got more fire in it, less sweetness.”

He watched her pour, caught the glass as she slid it across the bar at him, and drank. Eva replaced the decanter as she waited for his verdict.

“Better,” he pronounced.

Eva let herself smile in pleasure. She was about to give him the name of the liquor when an excited squeal took the attention of the entire room.

“You guys have a pool!” Lizzy turned and grinned at Josh, “We gotta go swimming. Right now!”

Another excited yell and the sliding door was pulled open so that Lizzy could run out into the back yard towards the in ground pool. Eva looked at Josh, who was already moving around the sofa. He was smiling, which was good. Her shoulders dropped and she released a slow breath.

“Looks like its time to take this outside,” Eva said as she rounded the bar, pitcher in hand.

Mr. Jimenez watched her the whole way, waiting for her to pass him before he followed. Eva felt the weight of his eyes as she cleared the sliding door. An unwilling smile crossed her lips as she watched their guests disrobe and cast their clothes aside, some of them balancing awkwardly on one leg. At the far end of the pool, near the ladder, Josh was shrugging out of his slacks.

“Eva! Come swim with us!”

She shook her head at Lizzy, “Its too cold for me tonight.”

It was not too cold. Though the summer was near its end, the water would still be warm enough to swim for a few more weeks. Eva set the pitcher down near the edge of the pool and moved to sit on one of the lounge chairs. She gathered her skirt around her legs and folded them beneath her.

Movement to her right. Mr. Jimenez sat on the chair next to her.

“You’re not going for a swim?”

“No,” he replied, eyes on the water, “There’s no place to hang my suit. It would wrinkle.”

“God forbid,” she murmured beneath her breath.

“You aren’t swimming.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “There’s no place to hang my dress.”

He laughed and the hair on her arms stood on end. The sound of it made her stomach flip in her belly, made it difficult to breathe. She swallowed hard and focused on Jim who was doing a front flip into the water. A round of rallying cries went up all around, which made her chuckle.

From this distance, they were just a group a friends having a good time—drinking, laughing, getting high. If Eva didn’t let herself look too closely, she could almost believe that this was a normal night in a normal house.

But, only if she didn’t look too close.

And so, Eva looked at the sky.

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents.”

Eva sighed. If she had a dollar for every time that was said to her she wouldn’t have to steal from her husband. She let the silence hang, tugging back the barb on her tongue. It wasn’t his fault. People often felt compelled to acknowledge her grief.

“It happened a long time ago.”

“Years?”

She hummed in confirmation, hoping that the starlight would dry the tears that threatened.

“My mother once told me that grief has no expiration date, that you can’t put it on a schedule. She said grief was how we knew we loved.”

Eva turned to look at him, her face a mask of confusion. How could he say something like that so casually? Mr. Jimenez—Diego—was just…sitting there. Drink in hand. Legs outstretched. On a fucking lounge chair.

“Thank you,” she croaked, meaning it.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, meaning it.

A loud shriek drew her attention to the pool. Josh was lifting Lizzy and throwing her into the water while her band mates cheered him on. Gene dove in after her, waves rippling outwards. Jim, in vengeance for Lizzy, used both arms to slosh water at Josh. New friends playing old childhood games.

“I need a drink,” Eva announced, slapping both hands on her thighs.

She rose and skirted the edge of the pool, hustling towards the house. Inside, she headed for the bar and grabbed a decanter from it, pouring a healthy amount and taking a long pull from the glass. This night wasn’t going at all like it was supposed to. Eva didn’t, exactly, know how it was supposed to go, but it definitely wasn’t this.

From outside, she heard Diego call out to Josh, asking where the bathroom was, followed by Josh’s muffled reply. Eva refilled her glass and capped the decanter, setting it back in its place. Her first step toward the door was more of a stumble, Diego’s body blocking her intended path.

“Its through there,” she pointed towards the hallway, “first door on your right.”

He nodded wordlessly, his eyes focused on her. Eva stood still as he moved forward. His steps were slow enough to give her time to make a decision about what she was going to do, how she was going to react. Even that extended courtesy wasn’t enough.

Eva held onto her roiling emotions by the skin of her teeth. She was unable to move, to think. All she could do was breathe—which only made things worse. Her nose was filled with his scent. It invaded every synapse of her brain, loosening the muscles of her shoulders and neck until she felt as pliable as taffy.

Diego lifted a hand a ran the back of his fingers down the open neckline of her dress. His wrist turned so that he could press his palm over her stomach. The weight of it grounded her against the burn of hormones that rejoiced in the touch. Eva was reduced down to her omega core as it recognized the alpha before her.

Encouraged, Diego stepped closer, the hand on her stomach smoothing around to her side. He leaned down, nose brushing her jaw, and inhaled. The exhale was not much more than a low groan, but it was enough to startle Eva out of her stupor.

“You have to let me go,” she whispered, checking that no one had noticed their absence.

He shook his head, free hand taking her other hip and pulling her closer. She wanted to be closer, wanted to know what it felt like to be pressed against him. Only long held fear and self-preservation could overrule her body.

Palm on his chest, Eva dipped her chin to catch his gaze, “Diego. Let me go.”

The use of his name seemed to bring him back to the present. He blinked rapidly, then stepped back and around her, walking steadily towards the hall. Eva drew in a cleansing breath and forced herself to walk in the opposite direction.

Outside, she took a sharp right and ducked under the raised terrace. Setting her drink down on the concrete, Eva opened a storage box and pulled out several pool noodles and tossed them into the pool.

“So you don’t drown,” she explained with a smile. “I’m going to bed.”

Lizzy pulled one of the noodles down around her hips and sat on it, “Good night! Thanks for letting us come over!”

Eva waved at her, “No problem.”

Bending down, she picked up her glass and walked back inside. She grabbed the tray of half eaten snacks and dumped most of them in kitchen trash can. After setting the bowls in the sink to be cleaned up the next morning, Eva turned off the light. She crossed the hall, one hand on the banister, when the bathroom door opened.

Diego stopped, one foot in the hall, and stared at her. Eva took the moment to memorize his face, the openness of his expression, before she gave a small nod and ascended the staircase. He watched her until she cleared the landing and turned down the upstairs hallway.

In the safety of her room, Eva closed the door and leaned against it. This was getting out of hand. She didn’t know why Diego was inserting himself into her life—no, she knew. Eva knew.

Every omega knew the stories of finding an alpha that was so compatible that staying away was impossible. It started with cartoon princesses and white knights, moved on to angst ridden teen movies, and finally evolved into R-rated thrillers that came out every Fall.

Eva never placed much stock in those kinds of stories, though she heard local gossip now and again about a pair of lovers bonding within weeks of meeting. It never occurred to her to want such a thing or to think it would ever happen to her.

And, here she was, knee deep in it.

“I hate this so much,” she said to the empty room.

It was sort of true. Mostly, it was a lie.

Eva closed her eyes as she remembered the heat of his hands on her. Her nerves still trembled in the places where they touched. She wished she had the courage to kiss him, to take what he so clearly wanted to give her.

She couldn’t let that happen.

She couldn’t.

If Eva kissed him, she knew there would be no turning back. Her whole world would be shattered into bits, revealing a whole new existence where he sat at the center. She wouldn’t be able to hide it from Josh, certainly not from the ever perceptive Alexei. Eva would be caught red handed and there would be no escaping the consequences. Not for her. Not for him.

They would never survive.

#Shadow and Veil #Narcos #horacio carrillo #carrillo #AU #a/b/o dynamics #maurice compte

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jade-parcels · 2 years

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🌵 Revisiting my cowboy/southern au 🏜 pt.1

🌵 (Essentially this is just a self indulgent old west au thing idk what to tell you. It’s background info on my previous horny cowboy Diluc posts 0-0) 🏜‼️Death mentions, blood mentions, gun mentions, general criminal behavior

•Sheriffs office chain of command: Sheriff, Undersheriff, Chief Deputy, deputy/officer

•Old schoolhouses were not separated by grade, all kids were taught together in the same room

Crepus: he’s dead but I gotta talk about him for a sec lmao so he used to be the sheriff. Very respected guy, loved his family. Lost his wife when Diluc was four, he took Kaeya in 2 years later after a massive fire took out the poor kiddo’s whole family. Crepus raised the boys well, taught them to respect their elders, be kind, noble, strong, polite and crafty. He taught them to build things with their own 2 hands, taught them to ride horses, shoot guns, tame dogs, fix pipes, everything a “Real Man” needs to know. The boys both followed in his footsteps, enlisting to the sheriffs office as errand boys when they were 12, working their way up the chain of command as the heads passed. By the time they were 19, they were officers. Crepus was killed by a robber, shot right through the chest in front of his sons, he sputtered and wheezed and then was gone. He was buried in the far northeast corner of the ranch where his own parents, wife and sister-in-law were buried.

Diluc: took over his pa’s ranch when he passed away, as the oldest all of it was left to him much to Kaeyas frustration. The two had a falling out over the property which led to them beating the everloving shit out of each other. Diluc kicked Kaeya off the ranch and resigned from the sheriffs office. Now he’s his own man who protects his own property. He’s built a shed, a barn and an addition to the house he grew up in. He plans on having a family one day and needed more space to make that dream a reality. He bought out the run down, water damaged tavern that no one could fix up and used his wealth and strength to fix it up himself. It took a full year of renovation and hard labor to get that place looking (and smelling) good enough to re-open. Now it’s the talk of the town and the local hub for all activity. Everyone’s there at least twice a week for some grub, entertainment and a drink. Diluc is well respected because of his father and his own status in general but he doesn’t respect the sheriffs office. He used to but since they never caught the bastard that killed his father, he can’t stand them. At night, he dawns a black mask and all black clothes and goes out on the town to catch criminals while the local deputies are slacking off. He ties them up and dumps them on the front steps of the sheriffs office with letters telling them they’re incompetent or too slow. Now that Diluc is rapidly approaching 30 and all the hard labor he’s done in his life is catching up with him, his vigilante duties are becoming harder for him cause dear god his back hurts x_x (I know 30 isn’t old but it wasn’t uncommon for people to be ‘worn out’ by their early 30s from physical labor in the old west!!)

Kaeya: Kaeya is currently second in command, undersheriff, to Jean. He never really tried to climb the ranks or anything like that, he just did his job and ended up at the top. He’s a trusted fella, real good at training newbies because he’s patient and skilled. Kaeya is loved by all the local old folks, he stops mid-patrol to chit chat with them and tell stories about chases or criminal captures that might be just a little exaggerated for the sake of entertainment ;) he loves going to the saloon to drink and hang out with the ladies. Though he also uses his saloon time to try and talk to Diluc. Admittedly, he misses his brother. If he has to drink himself into a coma in order to spend time with his brother, he’d do it- not that he’ll admit it. He misses how they used to crack jokes and ride their horse side by side and everyone would say ‘look at those Ragnvindr boys, they’re so reliable’. He currently lives in a small house next door to Albedo and Klee while saving up his money to skip town. He dreams of waking up one morning, turning in his badge, and hopping a train to the east coast to live in the city. (Kaeya could never go through with it, he cares too deeply for his brother and his dear friends, he could never leave them all behind… but the silly dream he has keeps him going, keeps him working in a profession he isn’t very passionate about in a town that he feels disconnected from). Kaeya has a lot of little things he enjoys, he likes to sing with Venti at the saloon, he likes to go shoot cans with his coworkers, he likes to bet on bull riders, he likes dancing, and he enjoys blowing smoke rings up into the air while laying in the grass. He likes pestering Ajax too, he’s a funny fella.

Childe: local rapscallion, always causing trouble at the tavern or riding wild bulls to win bets for quick cash. Lives in his family home with his parents and four siblings, two have moved out and have families of their own now. Takes great care of everyone. Walks his younger siblings to school every day and picks them once school lets out. Always sunburnt cause he never wears his damn hat >:( he’s kinda gotten in with a local group of criminals, they all work under the cloak of night, sneaking into elderly peoples homes to steal their valuables while they sleep. They commit various other crimes but this is one they’ve yet to be caught doing so it’s been easy to get away with it. He and his buddies take turns going 2 cities over to sell their loot and bring back the cash to split. He tells his family that he’s a salesman, he sells wooden products. Wooden toys, wooden stools, benches, wheels you name if he does it. It’s an intricately woven lie. Ajax can’t build shit!! Somehow word got to Kaeya that Ajax sells wooden goods so he’s asked for a rocking chair about ten times. Every time he sees the ginger, he’ll yell a little “Hey~ Where’s my rockin chair at? Still haven’t got it yet!” Ajax can’t avoid him much longer… he knows he looks suspicious “You’ll get it when I’m done with it pretty boy! Real art takes time!”

Jean: Jean’s the reliable town sheriff. Any time she’s needed, she’s there, it doesn’t matter what time it is or who needs help. She was there when the school house kids needed help putting up a flagpole, she was there to catch a bandit who was wanted in four towns nearby, she helped coral a herd of sheep when they broke out of old man Laurence’s fence, she was there to comfort the Ragnvindr brothers the night Crepus was shot. She’s always around and for that, she’s well respected. She taught her sister Barbara to read, she tends to her garden and gives away her fruits/veggies to families who need them, she helps local farmers when their cows or horses are sick. She ain’t afraid to her her hands dirty. Jean doesn’t drink though. Her parents did all the time so she refuses to drink while her sister is relying on her. However, she does go to the tavern to unwind with her coworkers and chat with the locals.

Lisa: Lisa is the local teacher for the kiddos :) the local schoolhouse was sponsored by Crepus and his old cop buddies way back when it was first built. Now it’s a bit rundown but it does the trick. Miss Lisa’s class has 17 children ranging from 7-15 years old. They all share a classroom and learn to read, write and do math together. She is very patient and kind, she always listens to the stories the kids tell her. She isn’t afraid to indulge in their imagination, sometimes a school day will just be pretending to be flightless dragons or fairies who turn sheep different colors. Many kids would be absent, only about 6 showing up on any given day since kids have to help out at their families ranch or family owned shop in town. But when they could come to school, it was always enjoyable. Miss Lisa lives next to the schoolhouse, her own home is quiet small but she likes it. She spends a majority of her time outside anyways. She’s always tending to her chickens, rearranging the rocks in her front yard, reading a book in the sun, sweeping her front porch. She loves the sounds of nature and the warm breeze on her face. Her weekends are full of lazing around and visiting the tavern to see her friends. She isn’t a drinker but she enjoys the music and atmosphere. Additionally, she collects books. Their town doesn’t have a library but Miss Lisa’s house is the closest they’ll get. People stop by to ask if she has a certain cook book, storybook or old literature they can borrow. She’s happy to lend her books out but if they’re not returned, she’ll find that persons house and refuse to leave until the book is returned! It isn’t easy getting these books! They’re brought in by merchants from other cities or even countries! She values the stories within those pages so return them!!!

#series: cowboy diluc au #series: southern au #genshin impact #genshin impact writing #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact childe #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact jean #genshin impact lisa #genshin impact Crepus #genshin impact headcanons

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wickedlehane · 1 year

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@ncmcrcy gets a night shift starter, circa 2003

Night life meant a little something different in every city. Granted, she hadn’t been old enough to experience the most of it back in Boston (not legally, anyhow...) and nowadays a lot of her evenings were spent patrolling for vamps, demons, and now the newly activated Slayers. Faith loved the darkness and the night - there was something powerful about doing her work when most of the world was asleep. But those who didn’t sleep were the reason she had to work.

This particular greasy spoon was not exactly one of LA’s most famous, but those places could be overrated anyways. The Slayer found some of the best grub at the smaller places that were just happy to have a customer or two. And for her, food that baseline edible was still a luxury most nights. She’d started with a coffee (which her metabolism would burn through in an hour, tops) and probably had just enough change in her pocket for something simple to eat, but thankfully this patrol hadn’t been working up a massive appetite.

Actually, eating was a part of the stakeout - Faith spied a lone vamp in a booth in the corner, away from the windows. A basic but solid place to pick up a bite if you were one of the undead, given there were few clients and the hour was late. Everyone was keeping their heads down mostly, save for the cute but tired waitress keeping pulse on the front of house. She needed a plausible excuse to sit and linger.

“Hey,” Faith said, breaking the silence with a voice that spoke of prison cigarettes to keep the hunger down, “If that guy back there gives you any guff, just holler at me. M’kay?”

#ncmcrcy #v: once upon a time in the valley #crossover: cobra kai #interaction: oc #//sorta #oc interaction: eliza nichols #//no icons since im still laptop-less #ncmcrcy eliza #ncmcrcy eliza 01

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Mutucule Farm #16

2023-04-24, Session #16 of Mutucule Farm! Ranging from Summer 4—11, Year 2!

Cast:

me (@mothmute)

Belle (@snacco)

Cam (@amanitaspore)

Erin (@salamand3rin)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

pre-game discussions—

Cam’s gotta leave early tonight ... but he’s about ready to put a pendant on Emily, what happens if he proposes and leaves?

doing a little ASMR

Erin said she’d be late and to start without her, “which is fine ‘cause she has no real responsibilities anyway” (this is not true)

oh right, I’m married to Penny!

Belle changes out of her wedding outfit

Cam embezzles some money. Cambezzling, if you will

definitely making Potato Juice for Pam, not hard liquor

Caroline wishes Pierre would make dinner. girl, leave him!!

Pig #8! Suggested name was “Chinley”, which is quite good, but this is Constable

(Belle gets a steel watering can)

why are there so many broken glasses around Pelican Town??

we later speculate maybe there was a manufacturer around here that shut down

Belle gives Jas some ice cream, which was definitely for her birthday and not just good timing......

Cam claims to be capable of focusing and organizing??

after a side-by-side price test, raw iridium truffles are the way to go, at least ‘til somebody gets Artisan and boosts the oil’s value

Found a super meal in a crate! It did not come with a baja blast.

Cam successfully answers the ghost’s riddles and gets a mermaid’s pendant!

oh right, summer means luau, luau means sturgeon!

Belle struggles in the grub hub

this crab doesn’t want Belle to kill it. which is fair, really,

Erin is planning on rooming with Krobus someday

is not trying to get “Krobussy” (to quote Belle)

Impromptu fish-off with Cam!! (I lose)

A train is passing through stardew valley??

oh. all passengers. disappointing.

wait, how late are sturgeon open? ‘til 7? okay I’ll come back tomorrow

Erin can’t be seen with me, my not-hat is too ugly

We’re unable to process enough “Potato Juice” for Pam. MISSION FAILED oh no!

There was a quest to catch a bunch of Rainbow Trout and we come up one short, alas, MISSION FAILED again (Rainbow Trout are also only open ‘til 7)

Erin finds a dino egg!!

Cam caught their own Sturgeon, but says having one from me would be more meaningful, so alright, back to the fish-mines for graded fish

Trufflebucks making real money. Cheese money? Not real anymore, the money goalposts have been moved.

... items have been placed in the town lost and found??? what?

finding a diamond in the trash can near Joja??

Belle steps away, and we absolutely did not talk about imprisoning her somehow

Cam has to say goodnight early :(

The worst thing about dust sprites is when they run away, ‘cause then I feel bad about killing them. They’re afraid!

Wizard wants ectoplasm!

Stardrop from Krobus! It reminds me of Synthesizers...

Sebastian tells Belle about how welcome he feels here! ... as he stands in the corner, in the dark

Krobus said something about the conditions in the sewers being just perfect, I wonder if they’re related?

(nobody checked the lost and found......)

I continue to fund the pigs, the corruption goes all the way to the top

while Erin still lives in squalor!

time to do some ghost-hunting!!

less like those TV shows where they try to get recordings, and more like hunting

“gotta hunt ghosts to feed my family” “have you heard of this show called Supernatural?”

non-canon shirt?

TO-DO:

Luau!

Currently at 8/12 hogs...

House upgrades! Tool upgrades! Coop upgrades!

“Better fences, better pastures” is still on the list, oops

Still gotta do some bundles!!

Cam needs to propose to Emily!

also I still need 1 cloth so I can make the non-canon shirt, canon

(more Krobus stardrops for everybody, we’ve got spending money)

#stardew valley #mutucule farm

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icleanedthisplate · 6 months

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Dine-Out Meals of October 2023, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

I got into burgers this month.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Apolonia ‘Classics’ Tasting Menu (Yellowtail Crudo, Roasted Mussel Toast, Fiorentini al Sugo, Mediterranean Branzino, The Pistachio). Apolonia. Chicago, Illinois. 10.1.2023.

Samantha’s Steak Salad. Samantha’s Tap Room. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.9.2023.

Signature Sweet Hot Burger w/Fries. Copper Grill. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.10.2023.

Half Rack of Ribs, Broccoli, Baked Sweet Potato. Corner Grub House. Sulphur Springs, Texas. 10.25.2023.

Chopped Sirloin w/Mashed Pots, Creole Salad. The Faded Rose. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.23.2023.

The Ranch Salad w/Salmon. Standard Service. Heath, Texas. 10.27.2023.

Whiskey & Aged White Cheddar Burger w/Steamed Veggies. Yard House. Irving, Texas. 10.26.2023.

Fried Chicken Livers w/Pepper Jelly (shared), Eggs Benedict. The Second Line. Memphis, Tennessee. 10.22.2023.

Baleadas Con Todo w/Carnitas. El Sur Street Food Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.9.2023.

Chicken Spaghetti Lunch Special, Side Salad. Cache. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.16.2023.

Meatloaf w/Green Beans, Baked Potato. Samantha’s Tap Room. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.30.2023.

Veggie Sandwich w/Potatoes. Blackberry Market. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.17.2023.

Angry Wife Roll, Hibachi Chicken Lunch. Wasabi. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.6.2023.

Santa Monica Cobb Salad w/Chicken. Summer House (ORD). Chicago, Illinois. 10.4.2023.

Chicken Leg Quarters, Peas, Broccoli & Cheese Casserole. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.18.2023.

Chicken Leg Quarters, Green Beans, Broccoli & Cheese Casserole. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.5.2023.

Steak Sandwich w/Steamed Veggies. Huey’s (Germantown). Germantown, Tennessee. 10.21.2023.

Noodle Bowl w/Tofu. Three Fold Noodles + Dumpling Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.19.2023.

Lunch Catering (tacos, chips, etc.). Blue Coast Burrito. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.22.2022.

Bangkok Noodles w/Shrimp. Bangkok Thai Cuisine. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.24.2023.

Buffalo Tempeh + Sesame Cauliflower. City Silo. Memphis, Tennessee. Germantown, Tennessee. 10.21.2023.

White Bean & Ham Soup. Cache. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.31.2023.

Catered Buffet (buffalo chicken chimichanga? Shrimp tacos, assorted pizza, fried chicken sliders, etc). Acebounce. Chicago, Illinois. 10.2.2023.

Breakfast Catering (Bacon, Eggs, Fruit, Pastries). Gaylord Texan Resort & Convention Center (Catering). Grapevine, Texas. 10.26.2023.

Catered Buffet (Pasta, Pasta, Pasta, Minestrone Soup, Doughnut). Hilton Chicago (Catering). Chicago, Illinois. 10.3.2023.

Catered dinner (Steak & Chicken pieces, butternut squash, Brussels, mashed potatoes, ice cream w/toppings). The Glass Cactus (catering). Grapevine, Texas. 10.25.2023.

Tacos (Tipsy Chick, Crossroads, Mr. Orange). Torchy’s Tacos. Rogers, Arkansas. 10.12.2023.

Chef Salad w/Turkey, Pizzas (Pineapple, Sausage). Vino’s Brewpub. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.20.2023.

Chicken Wrap (?). Unknown Caterer. Irving, Texas. 10.26.2023.

Chicken Fingers w/Side Salad. Stickyz Rock’n’Roll Chicken Shack. Little Rock, Arkansas. 10.11.2023.

Oatmeal, bacon. Residence Inn by Marriott. Germantown, Tennessee. 10.22.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Benton, Arkansas. 10.25.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Chicago, Illinois. 10.2.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Chicago, Illinois. 10.3.2023.

Turkey Sandwich, Pasta Salad, Cookie. McCormick Place. Chicago, Illinois. 10.2.2023.

Chicken Sandwich, Pasta Salad, Cookie. McCormick Place. Chicago, Illinois. 10.3.2023.

#october 2023

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Story Update: “The Lawman, the Thief, and the Outlaw” // Chapter Four

I sincerely did not mean to keep anyone waiting this long for another chapter, but all I can really do is apologize and try to be more prompt from here on out. It is summer, so maybe I can actually manage that! ;p

***So many, many thanks to @kmomof4 for being such a super second set of eyes on this and catching silly inconsistencies, logic lapses and typos for me. I’m indebted for your help and encouragement. ***

Summary: Sheriff Killian Jones has done his best to leave behind a troubled past and bring law and order to the town of Blanchard Ridge. However, when he upholds his duty in the face of the most feared and dangerous outlaw gang in the area, allies are few and he dreads trapping them in the same situation he finds himself. The small Western town is about to become a powder keg, and one lawman, his deputies, and a resourceful woman too stubborn for her own good are all that stand in the way of bloodshed and lawlessness…

Previous chapters can be found here on Tumblr: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Or on AO3: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Chapter Four

The rooster’s crow the next morning came much too soon for Killian’s liking; especially since, though he would admit it to no one, he’d gotten little sleep or relief from his mind racing with possibilities for how the house of cards stacked precariously around them might come tumbling down at any moment. Once he heard Scarlet’s voice jibing and laughing at Smee about how maybe they ought to fit him with his own apron he cooked so well, Killian roused himself reluctantly. Usually, he had to make sure Will didn’t lie abed, so if he was up and about his usual antics, Killian had almost certainly overslept.

The whole place did smell exceptionally good, Killian conceded, breathing deeply of the mouthwatering aroma of thick-sliced ham sizzling away on the small hob installed in one corner of the jail and the aroma of coffee already brewed and hot in the kettle over the fire. Smee did know what he was about when it came to the vittles, and it had saved them all a hefty amount of change that he would almost certainly have been taking across the street to Mary Nolan’s establishment otherwise.

The deputy in question was at that moment swatting at Will with his spatula; the younger man dodging him easily, when Killian made his way over from his bunk to fetch his mug off the hook on the wall. “Morning, mMates,” he greeted blandly, abruptly canceling the odd game of tag and gaining a reciprocal greeting from each of his deputies in turn as Smee spooned fried potatoes and ham hot off the griddle onto the plate he then held out to his boss automatically.

“Thank you kindly,” Killian spoke sincerely, cutting his eyes to Nightshade, who was pointedly ignoring them. “Did he eat?”

Smee shook his head, clear affront and irritation on his flushed, round features. “Not even a nibble, Cap’n,” he answered, as Killian had expected. It had been the same for the whole of his incarceration.

“Don’t let it trouble you,” he offered with a shrug. “You’ve done your part and then some, offering him good meals - better’n he’d get out there on the run with his gang. He’ll eat when he’s good and hungry, or he won’t, it’s none of our concern.”

The older man was still grumbling to himself as he shuffled in his rocking gait over to ladle out his own grub and back over the worn floor to sit down across the table with it, using his fork to dig in with relish and leaving them to eat in contented quiet for several minutes. Will had already headed out to the head of the street, the other end of town from where they were located at the jail, and the entrance into Blanchard Ridge proper. Killian would spell him for the afternoon shift once lunch was past; no one should spend the whole day out in the full sun as they would be there. By the same turn though, ever since they’d brought Nightshade in from the stage robbery three days prior, they had found it only sensible to keep watch for any unfamiliar faces, suspicious types, or known associates of Malcolm and his cronies entering or leaving the town limits. They were already outnumbered and rather stationary targets. Pan Malcolm knew exactly who they were, where they were holding his trusty lieutenant, and had a fierce desire to make his move. The last thing they could allow themselves was to be ambushed or taken unawares along with the poor odds they already faced.

Passing Smee the list of supplies he’d begun the previous evening, Killian stood, stretched, took his hat from its peg by the door, and placed it on his head, then told Smee to add anything he could think of which they might need if hunkering down completely for some days. He stepped out into the morning air, and his eyes scanned the sparse morning travel - a buggy here and there, coming in to visit the general store or to see the farrier or blacksmith. A few folks here and there spoke briefly to one another before continuing on their way, but it seemed a normal, calm morning in the small outpost. Of course, he had thought as much yesterday as well, before all hell had broken loose, and he studied the street and the darker mouths of alleys as his gaze traveled down the street, but naught seemed amiss.

It was only as he turned once more from his perusal, that he noticed Miss Emma Swan emerging through the swinging door of Nolan’s boarding house across the way, seemingly seeking a bit of sunshine and fresh air to start her day. Almost against his will, Killian allowed the golden sheen of her hair to emblazon his sight, appreciating the way it fluttered in loose waves on the breeze, not yet gathered up for the day in the tightly intricate knots and chignons women seemed to favor or deem proper. Her eyes were closed and a soft, almost unconscious, smile curled her soft, pink mouth upward at the corners, merely savoring the light, cool breeze.

Before he realized he had done so, Killian was down the steps and walking across the hard packed earth toward her, as if drawn by a string. Blinking, he tried to reason that he needed to make his rounds of patrol and see that all was well anyway; the inn and restaurant were as good a place to begin as any. But that was an excuse. He was pulled right along in her direction, the last sort of trouble he needed. Regardless, it would have done him little good to try fighting the compulsion. It was too strong to even want to resist, and he was already halfway across the dusty street. Short of stopping in the middle of the road and aimlessly changing direction like a lost calf, his wisest course was to keep moving forward.

With all the surrounding noise- hoofbeats, a broom on wooden planks further down the walk, the clatter of dishes behind her in the boarding house kitchen- Miss Emma Swan did not seem to hear his approach, with her eyes closed and her face tilted up to drink in the early sunlight as it was. Not until he cleared his throat and wished her a ‘good day, Miss Swan’ did she startle and see him standing before her with a playful smirk quirking the corner of his mouth, eyes sparking in mischief. After how much she had taken him aback at their first meeting, he admittedly enjoyed catching her off guard for even a second.

Nodding curtly, the blonde beauty before him recovered quickly from her surprise. “Sheriff Jones,” she clipped, her voice clearly attempting nonchalance, but her body turning slightly to angle toward him, as if working under the same sort of compulsion which had pulled him across the street moments before.

Killian noted the tight composure she was working to project and couldn’t help wondering guiltily if she was still trying to appear calm and unflustered, or if he had done irreparable damage by bringing up her accused crimes in the wanted poster. Though she seemed well able to hold her own - he had no doubt she could fight as fiercely as her namesake protecting its nest were she provoked - Killian found himself wishing to take back any hurt or offense he might have caused. It might well be wishful thinking, but he wanted desperately to believe the claims of cheating and theft were false. Something behind the dazzling green of her eyes spoke of a pain and loneliness he felt echoes of in the hollow of his own chest - the need to trust, and yet having no one to turn to for it.

Vowing to get to the bottom of the situation, and hopefully clear her name and put things right between them, Killian tipped his hat to her politely, lingering on the sidewalk with her, rather than continuing on his way to speak to the Nolans. “I hope all has been well for you so far, here in Blanchard Ridge,” he offered kindly, attempting to stick at least somewhat to his self-assigned task as well.

Emma Swan tilted her head in consideration before raising her chin and then tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sniffed, “Other than being falsely accused and manhandled by local law enforcement, it’s been lovely.”

Oh, she had that tart tongue sharpened this morning! Killian nearly sputtered in surprised reaction, almost taking the bait as well, but managed - just barely - to keep his cool, sidling right up beside her to whisper in her ear, his warm breath rustling the soft, downy flyaway of her hair, his own blood rushing at the shiver he saw run through her in reaction. “Come now, Darling. I’d hardly label it manhandling, or harassment, when you were the one hoping for it to carry on…”

Sucking in a harsh gulp of air, Miss Swan lurched away from him instinctively, eyes wide and mouth gaping, shock coloring her features a mighty fetching pink indeed. He’d known he was toeing a line with his words, true as they were, and had intended to get a rise out of her. Still, her quickly furtive glances at the mostly deserted morning street around them and the narrowed gaze she aimed at him certainly didn’t disappoint. It took her a moment to recover her voice, mouth opening and closing soundlessly several times before she placed her palm directly in the center of his chest and gave him a shove for emphasis once she managed to sputter, “Speak for yourself, Sheriff! I’ll have you know that was nothing more than a momentary lapse, and certainly not something to be spread about or repeated at my expense.”

“Momentary lapse, eh?” he repeated doubtfully. “Next you’ll be trying to convince me you could return a kiss that passionately and claim it was a one-time thing.”

She tipped her chin higher still in defiance, returning with a huff, “It was a one-time thing. If I had harbored any doubt in the matter, you’re now doing a fine job of erasing it.”

Killian found himself merely staring back at her, wordless in the face of her quick retorts yet again, a habit which was rapidly becoming unsettlingly familiar where she was concerned. He removed the wide-brimmed hat he wore to run his hand across his brow and back through his hair awkwardly, just barely resisting the temptation to scratch nervously behind his ear; a tell he knew a player like Emma Swan would pick up on easily and revealing just how off his game she had put him.

Needing to regain some control of their exchange rather than retreating tail between legs as it were, he turned the tables rather more abruptly than he might have normally. “Doubtful a Sheriff should consort with a card thief anyway,” he tossed back. The minute he did, the hurtful barb grated on his tongue, making him wince at his own ungentlemanly conduct - exploiting a weak spot he knew to cause her distress. Accurate and earned or no, had he not just vowed to get to the bottom of the situation, learn the facts, and try to reach an accord between them? Why did he seem to find himself doing the opposite of his intentions whenever he got near this woman?

Indeed Swan pulled back, coming stiffly to her full height and putting several feet between them on the mostly empty boardwalk. A clouded expression swam into her normally clear green eyes, turning them murky as a still, mossy pond. Her chin wobbled the slightest bit, her head shaking minutely in dissent at his words. Then, however, her entire aspect hardened - mouth thinning as she pressed her lips together firmly, her back ramrod straight, her shoulders drawn up as if braced against being struck. Those expressive eyes narrowed, as if in refusal to give anymore away to him, and in a low hiss, almost under her breath, she struck back with equal force. “Serves me right for thinking you might be different! That we might be able to understand each other. You’re just like all the others, only see what’s right under your nose…” She sniffed suspiciously then, and Killian’s heart smote him that it might be due to held back emotion, though she passed it off well as haughty indignation. “Why don’t you take another long look at your beloved wall of handbills? See if you don’t find one for Walsh Baum. Maybe then you’ll put two and two together!”

Seething, she stood there, practically nose-to-nose with him again, though he couldn’t have said when she moved back in his direction, her shoulders rising and falling noticeably with her harsh breaths. He sensed she wanted to turn on her heel and march off with the last word won. Yet, by the same turn, she refused to back away and give him even the inch it would take her to do so. Oddly bemused, Killian found himself half aching to apologize for his words spoken in poor form, and strangely tempted to grip her tense upper arms and haul her forward to kiss her thoroughly, finishing what they had started upstairs in Nolan’s hall the day before.

Before he could do anything foolish, Killian withheld judgment on whether it were lucky or not, his attention was arrested by the regular, steady cadence of a horse traveling down the main thoroughfare toward them. Realizing almost belatedly, that while he and Miss Swan had been facing off, the activity on the street had all but disappeared. There was a sort of hushed expectancy in the air, as if the townsfolk who had been out beginning their day were watching from hidden safety and waiting with held breath to see what would happen.

Turning toward the approaching noise, he faced three riders, the one in the middle riding slightly ahead, while the riders flanking the first on either side remained just a step or two behind. He recognized the first rider, slight with russet-tinged sandy hair and a deceptively youthful face sitting straight in a feigned appearance of height and mass atop a striking buckskin. Pan, his mind growled in vengeful warning, wanting to pull the evil imp from his perch unceremoniously and see him crushed in the dirt.

Instead, he straightened, looping his hand over his gun belt in false ease, making certain to draw attention to his pistol, worn at the ready. “Pan,” he greeted roughly, matter-of-fact but far from welcoming. “What are you doing here?”

He knew the outlaw to be just twisted enough to immediately zero in on any weakness an opponent possessed. Anything - or anyone - a person showed concern or affection for became a target in the blink of an eye. Still, Killian could not keep himself from subtly moving to lean against the doorframe, with seeming nonchalance in the hope of inconspicuously blocking Emma Swan from view. When Malcolm glanced back over his shoulder with a nod for his two henchmen, Killian rapidly cut his eyes to Miss Swan with a fevered urgency, attempting to gesture wordlessly for her to slip behind him into the boardinghouse and out of sight.

Stubbornly she jerked her head ‘no’ in response, though thankfully she remained silent as she stood her ground. He couldn’t decide if she truly didn’t grasp the potential danger or merely didn’t wish to heed him. For his own part, Jones merely found he was almost desperate to keep her from attracting Pan’s attention. All things bright and shiny attracted the brigand for his own use, and the Sheriff feared that Emma Swan could all too easily be considered both.

Thankfully, whether she finally sensed the tension in the air and how the peaceful, relative quiet of the morning street had turned to eerie, absolute silence, but he could see the change on her face when she grasped that he was not simply ordering her about on a whim, but that the men before them were not ones to be crossed.

Despite the disagreement they had been enmeshed in mere minutes ago, her eyes held his for several anxious beats of time, and though he felt he should know better, KIllian would have sworn he saw fearful concern in her eyes for him. Another blink, and the moment passed. She faded backward through the open doorway into the boarding house and out of sight. Killian found, to his own troubled surprise, that her escape from Pan’s notice alone made it easier to draw a full breath into his lungs, square his shoulders, and move back across the street to meet the outlaw leader in front of the jail.

His nemesis had already caught sight of him and waited, seemingly at his leisure, for Jones to approach.

Killian let none of his apprehension or concern about how many others might be with the outlaw unseen or what sort of calamity Pan meant to incite show in his face or bearing. Instead, he merely stood before them, feigning for all the world a casual - if wary - curiosity as he looked up to stare into Malcolm’s face and asked, “Just what brings you into our town this morning?”

The jovial, disquieting expression of mirth didn’t fade from the outlaw’s face for a second, if anything, his insidious smile grew and stretched like the spidering cracks spreading out from a fissure in a leaking dam. Raising his bandolero, he let it fall off his head, to hang down his back until needed again, secured by a string. “What indeed,” he intoned smoothly, at last dismounting quickly, slippery as a fish, to land on the ground. His henchmen did the same, though more slowly and with a strange air of invulnerable certainty between them. Gaston, Killian had heard the one called before, when previously trekking into the saloon and blacksmith shop on his gang’s errands. Some French Canadian trapper who was lured into more and more dubious mercenary work as his traplines ran dry of his accustomed prey. At some point he had joined up with Malcolm and his gang, the raiding and looting serving his purposes just fine, and making for rather impressive backup muscle. The other Killian had only heard called James; he spoke little, but a cold, cruel smile was said to cross his lips before the gang attacked, a vicious smile that brought no light to his eyes. Seeing them both flanking their boss now made Killian especially vigilant, awaiting attack on their part.

“Why indeed?” Pan drawled, strolling forward as if he had all the time in the world to stand facing Killian on the steps of the building. “Why I’ve come to check on my man you’re holding here, Sheriff. Naturally, I intend to see that you’re treating him humanely.”

“You’re one to talk of humanity,” Killian challenged hotly, thinking of the savagery and carnage in the aftermath of the last strike Pan and his men had mounted against a stage coming through and its passengers.

“All the same,” Malcolm reiterated silkily, almost relishing Killian’s abhorrence. “I do mean to speak to my lieutenant. Mr. Nightshade is, after all, still a human being due his rights. If you don’t aim to see reason, Jones, and negotiate his release with me, then you can be damn certain I’ll see he’s receiving food and shelter, and not suffering any abuse.”

Killian chose not to justify that insinuation with an answer, though a disgusted grunt escaped his throat without his even attempting to stop it. The muscle in his cheek clenched visibly at his holding his tongue so tightly not to retort that Pan, Nightshade, or anyone in their gang had long ago thrown off their humanity, that he had seen Nightshade’s work firsthand and it was nothing short of the signature of a monster. Rising to the outlaw’s taunts - in truth, showing that their violence could still upset him after all these years - would do no good, and the last thing he wanted was to entertain the fiend.

By this time, Will had come to the door to meet them, looking out the peephole to ascertain Killian’s permission before swinging the solid portal open and showing he had heard the last bit of their exchange with his affronted growl. “Abuse?” he scoffed, no attempt to check the vitriol Killian felt roiling in his own gut too. “He’s bein’ treated better’n a vicious animal has any right to expect.”

Killian gave his deputy a sharp jerk of the head, in indication that such tirades would have no effect. But Malcolm’s eyes practically shone with glee as he paused while Killian quickly searched him for any hidden weapons, the leering pleasure at the raw nerve he seemed to have prodded reflected clearly in his expression.

“Oh, you have found you a fiery one for your second, haven’t you, Jones?” he chortled, unconcerned that he was now surrounded by three armed men in their own space as he crossed the threshold. He nodded as if to himself before adding, just loud enough for Killian to hear. “Reminds me of you, back when we first met… though dear elder brother kept you on a bit tighter leash.”

Killian jerked his head away, refusing to even look at Pan Malcolm’s gloating face while he dared speak of Liam. His teeth ground together so hard while he fought for control over himself, his voice, and the roaring in his veins, that he felt the pain. Breathing a deep, harsh breath out through his nose, he turned back to level Pan with the sort of dark glare he’d once struck fear with before donning a sheriff’s star. “You’re wasting time with your jibes,” he spoke low and evenly, but with a veiled threat in his tone. “Get over there and say your piece to Nightshade. Prisoner’s only allowed fifteen minute visits, and your clock is ticking.”

He turned his back on Pan then, moving several steps away to gather himself more fully, knowing both Smee and Will had their weapons at the ready and eyes tracking their adversary if he tried anything. The ache inside howled as though he had been sucker punched in an open wound. Malcolm might as well have reached in and squeezed his bleeding heart with grubby fingers bringing up Liam so callously. And the man knew it. Though he might feel as though he were gasping for breath, brought to his knees, he could not afford to show it.

Malcolm spoke in lowered tones to his man through the bars, and though Nightshade said little in response, the heavy-lidded ease that crept over his face did little to soothe any concerns Killian harbored for Pan’s intentions. The prisoner nodded his understanding at intervals, and though Killian did attempt to see if he could make out any plans or directives, a word here or there- quite probably purposefully dropped- were all his ears could catch.

Before he could warn the outlaw leader that his time was up, Pan pushed himself away from the bars, bidding Felix a cryptically bright farewell.

Coming to stand shoulder even with Killian’s once more, he spoke with a cavalier sort of insouciance, a roll of his neck as if to say it made little difference to him, Pan offered, “Sure you won’t see things my way once more, Jones?”

Killian glowered at him wordlessly, his stony silence making clear his answer needed no deliberation.

“Have it your way,” Pan chuckled lightly, even affecting a sorry sort of shake of the head, as if he hated to see it go this way. “You know we have more man power, more fire power. We’ve got the town surrounded, Sheriff. Those Marshalls can’t help you if they can’t get in, you know.”

He paused, as if savoring the pall he’d cast over the room, reveling in the dread realization that he spoke the truth. “Just what are you hoping to prove?” he continued. “Are you willing to die over one outlaw’s punishment?”

Tsking in mock dismay, he leaned into Killian’s space. “One would have hoped you wouldn’t be so foolish,” he murmured with a sadness anyone could see was feigned. “It must be something in the Jones blood that leads them to spill it needlessly.”

Before he knew what he was about Killian had lurched forward violently, fisting the front of Pan Malcolm’s fine shirt in his good hand and tightening his grip enough to cut off the other man’s airway. Pressing him firmly against the doorpost he seethed, fire in his eyes. “Possibly you can’t understand honor - you’ve never shown a hint of it. Now, get out of here before I throw you in the other cell, and let me worry about the Marshalls and this town,” he warned.

Slipping from his grasp as easily as a wet eel, Pan only grinned, a feral light twinkling still in his eyes. With a tip of his hat in a mockery of politeness, he slipped out the door with the parting shot of, “Be seein’ ya, Sheriff.”

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