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honeybleed · 4 months

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thorns ⋆ caesar zeppeli

part one

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon compliant, joseph is a childhood friend, speedwagon is reader’s adoptive father, fluff, smut (virginity loss) mdni & happy ending

author’s note: reupload LAWL also dis fanart fye af ALSOOO part one of this was my very first fic on this blog? (meaning the smut was terrible) time flies fr bc i legit remember in january every time i came on here it was like an echo chamber of me talking to myself, my page was hideous asf, fic layouts raggedy now i’ve made so much good mutuals n memories ☹️ eee but weirdly enough i actually prefer the older fics compared to my latest ones.

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You were bored beyond your mind.

And you've been bored since those two had taken off for their Hamon training. You'd lost track of time.

Speedwagon drops by here and there, but he's always busy regardless.

You can't do anything about it. It's been an endless cycle of sunbathing at the hotel's pool, getting hit on by random guests, and mustering poor Italian to say you don't speak the language with a thank you but no thank you.

Today, you decided to do things differently and sit in the living room of the suite and quietly settle down with a book.

But you started to feel fidgety and restless. Usually, you had a good attention span when it came to reading. It was your favorite thing to do. However, you catch yourself reminiscing a lot about the day you had spent with Caesar.

Hell, you'd even put up with Caesar and Joseph's incessant bickering since the silence was driving you up the wall.

Caesar.

You found yourself daydreaming about him more often than you should.

It was bad enough that the man was so devastatingly gorgeous he'd make a nun rethink her vows but to have felt his hands on your body, those forest green eyes that gazed at you with adoration and warmth.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar resolute voice boom, dragging you out of your slightly crude thoughts.

While Speedwagon had been a lot more stressed resulting in his jolly manner withering slightly, you could see he was returning to his old self once again. "My sunshine!"

"Ew, I have not heard that nickname in nearly a decade, let's keep it that way." You snarked as he bustled towards you.

"What happened to my little girl, huh?" He countered.

"Life. Anyways, you seem to be in an awfully good mood. Care to enlighten me?"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"So I took the liberty of getting you an invite to Caesar and Jojo's mentor's home. Usually, they are a pretty private person but you know me!"

"Yep, the man, the legend himself, Robert E.O Speedwagon." You grinned as you reached up to clasp his shoulder.

"Dad to you." He chastised.

Soon enough, a tall, elegant woman with dark brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders, eyes blue as the ocean, and fair skin that looked like porcelain greeted you and Speedwagon.

They exchanged pleasantries. It seemed like they knew each other well.

She turned to focus on you with her piercing gaze as if she were analysing you.

"Ah, you must be Speedwagon's daughter. He doesn't know how to shut up about you." She snickered as she put a hand on her hip. You looked at Speedwagon who shook his head.

"Nice to meet you." You said, with a polite smile.

"I can't possibly begin to imagine how a timid thing like you was dealing with Joseph for that long." She said, with a brow raised.

"On the contrary." Speedwagon interjected. "She developed a venomous tongue being stuck with him for so long."

"What?! No, I haven't-"

"Lies."

As you followed after the woman, whose stride maintained grace and elegance, she described the grand manor but you knew she was withholding pretty big information. however, you knew better than to pry.

"Suzi Q!" She called out, and a young lady bounded towards her, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes, Madam Lisa Lisa?"

"This is Y/N, she'll be our guest for the day so cater to her. I have business elsewhere to take care of but I'll be back tomorrow morning. Is that alright?" She told the lady who nodded enthusiastically.

"Go ahead Madam, I'll take good care of the house. Just leave it to me!" Suzi affirmed.

"I'll show you around, then we can have lunch!" She smiled at you.

"So...you're friends of Jojo and Caesar?" She asked as you walked with her side by side.

"Well, I met Caesar fairly recently.." You muttered, butterflies bursting in your stomach as you remembered the day you spent with him as well as your daydreams. "And Jojo has been by my side for some years now. How are you finding them?"

"Oh." Suzi gasped. "I guess I don't talk to them much since I'm occupied with errands..."

"But Caesar is a sweetheart! Jojo seems moody around him but he's sorta eye candy." She giggled, cheeks dusted with pink.

You snorted to yourself.

You saw many girls crush on Joseph throughout the years. In the beginning, he was pretty oblivious, and still in the childhood mindset of "yucky".

Then you became adolescents and he didn't retain any of the famous gentlemanly charm of his grandfather's that Speedwagon and Erina gushed about.

He then morphed into the textbook stereotype pervert who made jokes about being a Peeping Tom and panty raids. But you were both in your early twenties now, so you hoped he'd grown out of that.

As cynical as you were.

"Well, a sweet girl like you is too good for him." You stated as you sat at the tea table adorned with doilies on the balcony, which overlooked the glimmering, turquoise sea.

"Hey! I don't like him or anything!" She quipped, defensive.

"My bad." You responded with hands in the air. "Your body language seems to be telling a different story though." You teased as soon as she was out of earshot.

She brought a tray with a large jug of lemonade and ice with some small bite-sized snacks and conversed with you.

Small talk usually seemed tedious but with Suzi Q's eccentric and ditzy demeanor, it was lively, to say the least.

You returned the vigor and asked her about working for Lisa Lisa, which she didn't have much to say other than she was grateful.

"OI! TEACH, WHERE ARE YOU?!" A voice called out. In swaggered none other than Joseph, who froze and did a double take when he saw you sat opposite Suzi.

"Jojo..!" Suzi tittered. "How many times do I have to tell you to refer to Madam Lisa Lisa formally?!"

"Gah! What is she doing here?!" Jojo exclaimed as he gestured towards you.

"Hello to you too, Jojo." You responded, wryly. It was almost as if he liked to act dense on purpose.

"She's a guest! And you better show some manners." Suzi said, firmly.

"Or what?" Joseph questioned, a smirk on his face.

"Ignore him."

"Where's Caesar?" You asked. You purposely asked now to get under Joseph's skin but you were curious nonetheless.

"Oh...I haven't seen him today." She said. "I wish I could help."

"Don't worry. You've been a gracious host." You reassured her as you reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Typical. She visits and doesn't even check on me." Joseph said, scathingly.

"You just got here, you numbskull." You said, haughtily as you elbowed his side. As you and Suzi sat opposite each other on the round, small table, Joseph had been looming over the two of you.

"I just think you just like to compete with Caesar over everything." You snapped.

Suzi burst into hysterics.

"Oh my god, how did I not notice that before?" She cackled. "Even at dinner, he tries to finish first!"

"Suzi!" Joseph called out. "Why are you telling her that...?!"

"Just an observation." Suzi responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

It was a ridiculous sight, a six-foot-five man sulking like a toddler. Which made it all the more funnier.

"How's training for...whatever." You asked, turning to face Joseph in your chair.

"None of your business!" He retorted.

"Forget I even asked."

"It's super secret Hamon business. Non-Hamon users aren't allowed to know." He continued.

"I got it the first time." You said, drily.

"Yep, powerless humans have no jurisdiction in this-"

"WE GET IT!" You and Suzi both exclaimed in unison, then stared at each other wide-eyed. The surreality of it made the two of you double over in laughter.

"So you two bond over bullying me?!" He cried out.

You stood up from the seat to reach out a hand to pinch his cheek which was an arduous task in itself with how chiseled his face was, but you still managed to tug on some skin causing him to yelp out in pain.

"What's the matter? I thought powerless humans-"

"Okay, okay, I apologise! Let go." He whined and you obliged.

"Your boyfriend is on the rooftop. I beat him." He said triumphantly with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, I'm sure you did." You drawled. "Does Jojo want a cookie?" causing Suzi to snort.

"Your venom-laced tongue will not take away from my achievement, harpy!"

You hooked your fingers to replicate a claw and did a slashing motion as you hissed. Then turned on your heel to head to the rooftop.

"Be gone!" He called out.

You made your way up onto the rooftop as the sunset. The sky was painted with magnificent shades of oranges and yellows.

It was a familiar setting when you had approached him on the balcony at the hotel which seemed like forever ago.

He sat with one leg stretched out, the other knee bent.

"Hello, stranger." You grinned. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

He choked out your name.

"What are you doing here? I thought-"

For a split second, it seemed as if he was scrambling to discreetly dispose of the cigarette, much to no avail.

"You smoke?" You spoke up.

He gave you a sheepish look.

"Bad habit of mine.." He muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It comes and goes. More so when I'm stressed."

"Can't be good for you." You remarked. "But you didn't need to try and hide it from me, I don't judge."

He snorted.

"Yeah, I guess that was pretty foolish of me. I shouldn't tell you but I asked Jojo about you here and there since you two are childhood friends. He's not the best I know but I missed you a lot. He said you're pretty uppity and picky about things. And hate the smell of cigarettes."

"That Jojo.." You mumbled under your breath. "Well, what's wrong with having standards?" You said, a little irritated as you folded your arms.

"Nothing, nothing!" Caesar chuckled, his eyes curled up into crescents as he held out his palms.

"You can ask me anything you want to know about me. Don't ask that idiot." You said, airily.

"Next time. When this is all over I want to know all about you." He said, adamantly. He seemed so serious, your heart swelled a bit.

You cleared your throat.

"I missed you too." You said. "There's not much to do at the hotel, most people would be grateful to be at a five-star hotel in Rome but I'm bored. I miss my tour guide."

"Yeah, maybe after all this I'll go into tourism or something." He snickered.

"Oh, absolutely not. All those women would be drooling over you, not paying attention to a word you gotta say about the tourist attractions."

"Hmm?" Caesar raised a brow. "Do I hear a hint of jealousy?"

You spluttered in disbelief.

"No! And I'll have you know back at the hotel I have a lot of admirers too." You responded.

"So now I have to fight for your affection?" He questioned.

"No way." You said, rather earnestly.

"I'm all about you, Caesar." You thought to yourself but didn't dare to utter those words aloud.

"Why are you stressed out?" You changed the subject, eyes boring into his.

"Huh?"

"You said you smoke when you're stressed, so.."

"I've been thinking a lot. More than I usually do. I didn't know you were coming to visit but when I saw you I had some foreign feeling of anxiety. I never feel anxious around women."

You bit your tongue. You hoped he wasn't going to start talking about other women. Otherwise, that dimwit Joseph was going to be right. And you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Caesar, don't say it." You snorted.

"What was I going to say?"

You did your best attempt at a husky male voice.

"But you're not like other women."

He stared at you stunned for a moment, jaw slack.

"...But why not?" He asked, with a stifled laugh.

"Well, it's just sloppy."

"But what if that's how I feel about you?"

"That I'm not like other women? I am like other women. I want to be loved. I want to be acknowledged. I want the man I have feelings for, to be honest and vulnerable with me."

His eyes darkened. He rose from where he sat and stood directly in front of you. Towering over you. So close, his fragrance like the ocean wafted to your nose. So close, you could see the texture of his skin.

"What has being honest ever gotten anybody, Y/N? People use it to their advantage and against you." He responded, in a scornful tone.

You winced a little.

There were the walls he built up. You remember that day again. Where he laughed it off. But you and Caesar were only twenty. He spent his early years suffering abandonment and neglect.

"So you think going around being so shielded is beneficial to you, Caesar? Yeah, it's daunting to open up to anybody. That fear of betrayal will be there but once you do, it's unlike anything in this world. If anything, it makes intimacy so much better."

He was at a loss for words. He turned away again, to face out towards the sunset.

"We are going to a private island, tomorrow tonight. Most of Lisa Lisa's students never make it back. I don't doubt my skills whatsoever but I'm...thinking of those who came before me."

It was your turn to remain silent as you listened.

"I need to avenge my family."

There was a lot that you wanted to say to Caesar. But his voice was full of a lot of things.

Resolve, determination, anguish but the largest component of them all was fury.

Speedwagon had given you very little information on what exactly Caesar and Joseph were doing. You knew it linked to his abduction and the work of the Speedwagon Foundation.

But he said the less you knew the better. The last thing anybody wanted was for you to be entangled, especially considering you had little to no combat skills.

"If that's what you feel like you must do...then go ahead."

"What, you're not going to advise me against it? Tell me it's pointless and it's suicide?"

"I can't...change your mind on something you feel so strongly about." You stated.

"Y/N!" You heard Suzi call out. "Your driver is here!"

"Okay, I'm coming!" you called back out to her.

"Well, that's me." you said to Caesar. "It's a shame we didn't get to spend too long together."

"Why can't you stay longer...?" He questioned.

"I said I'd go back. So.."

"But an hour with Caesar feels like seconds." bounced in your mind as you sat in the backseat of the car.

"Is something the matter, Miss?" The chauffeur asked, catching a glimpse of your worried expression in the rearview mirror.

"I need to do something, I'll be right back." You said, hurriedly as you pushed the car door open. You shut it and began to rush towards the building you had just left.

As you hurried with a million thoughts running through your head, you cursed yourself for wearing suede pumps.

Caesar squinted his eyes when he saw a familiar figure bounding towards him.

"...Y/N?" Caesar questioned. "What's wrong, oof!-"

He was immediately cut off as you threw yourself onto him. Arms draped around his shoulders, chests flush against each others. You crushed your lips against his own, not knowing the right words.

First, he was frozen.

When you pulled away, you blinked worried that this had been a bad decision.

You should've asked, damn it.

Then it was his turn to envelop your lips with his own and kiss you feverishly as he cradled the sides of your face.

Whilst your kiss had been impulsive, and albeit unskilled. His was beyond passionate.

Which sent jolts throughout your body and made you groan against his mouth. Undignified to say the least but at that very moment in time you could care less about your image.

It was all him. You couldn't get enough of him.

"I’ll stay over, I don't care if i'm crashing." You sighed.

"I can't bear to be apart from you any longer, Y/N." Caesar said, voice grave as he clasped your hands. "If that makes me greedy, then so be it."

After your little over top scene, you followed back to his room to talk properly once more.

"I want to build something great with you but it scares me thinking I could fall victim to my father and grandfather's tragic fate. I'm not scared of death but to leave you heartbroken would destroy me." Caesar declared, voice wavering.

The entirety of his statement, he didn't take his eyes off of you.

"Stop it." You choked out.

"Stop what?"

"If...you have these feelings for me like the way you say you do then let me make my choice. Don't push me away because you think it's for my own good." You insisted.

"But Y/N..." Caesar groaned.

"Enough Caesar! Damn it, you can't protect everybody. You can't always be there to stop-"

Your rant stopped when you felt him take the hand that was on your lap up to his lips to interlock his fingers with your own and press his lips against the back of your hand.

"You're really adorable when you're angry, you know?" He said, softly as he beamed at you.

Your brows knitted together in frustration. He clearly was used to smooth talking his way out of heated situations. And you hated how this was working as the tips of your ears began to burn.

"Be thankful I have a headache and don't want to argue with you anymore. You’re annoying." You retorted, pulling out of his grasp and standing up from the seat.

"What's the problem, my love? Have you eaten?" He asked, a little concernedly and it dawned on you the last time you'd consumed anything was noon when Suzi brought the tray.

"Drop the pet names-"

"Over my dead body-"

"Caesar." You said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, over my alive body with beautiful formed pecs and-" He paused as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I ate when I came here." You stated.

"That was almost twelve hours ago, Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed. "Go downstairs, we need to get you dinner stat." He said, ushering you out of the room.

"Caesar!" You protested.

"No ifs and buts about it!"

"You can't just drop statement of the century and expect me to stomach dinner." You grumbled. "And that was nine hours ago, you big baby."

"Key word, almost." He snapped.

Soon enough, you watched Caesar having a civil conversation with Joseph and Suzi across the dining table.

Well, Joseph seemed to be ranting but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

You're four young adults in this giant manor, you're not unruly teenagers.

There isn't this expectation of you guys to wreck Lisa Lisa's estate. Well, unless Suzi wanted to lose her job and Caesar and Joseph wanted their mentor to kick their asses with her advanced level Hamon skills.

Caesar catches you gazing at him, as he swirls around the wine in his cup and in return gives you a wink. A gesture that would normally have you rolling your eyes but instead it makes your heart leap to your throat.

You pulled a face at him and went back to your thoughts as they continued their heated debate. Knowing Suzi for a day, you wish you knew how her brain worked.

Would it really be so wrong to let loose with Caesar? The only person who was making such a big fuss about his player ways was Joseph and you were sure he probably had caught a case of the green eyed monster regarding that.

What would be worst case scenario if you did let yourself be 'seduced' by the man? He was easy on the eyes, and that was putting it lightly.

Though you'd only known each other for a short period of time, there was no denying that he had strong feelings for you and cared about you.

You'd prided yourself on your image as a lady since being adopted. You sneered and turned your nose up at dozens of admirers. Deeming them not good enough for your standards.

There was a particular trait that you held close to your heart. Attentiveness.

You bid all three good night as you made your way to the guest bedroom Suzi showed you, but began to stall in the hallway when you could see Caesar.

It was slightly humiliating how you seemed to be drawn towards him like magnets no matter what. He caught your glance for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night and gestured for you to go towards him.

"Am I that dashing?" He asked with his familiar, cocky grin.

"You know the answer." You snorted.

"You need to rest." He said, tentatively as he reached out a finger to stroke the side of your face.

"Says the one who does rigorous training for days on end." You scoffed.

"My point still stands." He said, firmly. "Sleep."

"How the hell do you even do this thing?!" You muttered under your breath.

"What...are you talking about?" He said, desperately trying to keep in his laughter.

"How the hell do you initiate sex?!" You blurted out, the two last words of the sentence feeling gross in your mouth.

Caesar's eyes immediately widened as he stared at you, absolutely dumbstruck at what came out of your mouth.

"This...this was a bad idea. I’ll go now, forget this ever happened." You said hurriedly as you turned on your head to rush away.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy force yank you in the opposite direction of where you were heading.

"Caesar!" You hissed. "What are you-"

Your body was flush against his own which seemed to add fuel to the uncontrollable inferno that was your humiliation.

He cupped your face tenderly as he chuckled at you.

"I hope you don't go to other people's bedrooms asking how to 'initiate sex.'" He said, a little lowly.

"...No." You responded, lowering your gaze in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He tilted your chin upwards with his forefinger.

"So only for me?" He asked in his honeyed voice.

You were sure he was trying to kill you with this. He had to be.

"...I guess."

"What’s the hurry?" He grinned, then began to usher you into his bedroom this time.

"I just...wanted to do it with somebody I like."

"Hmm? Was Jojo a contender?"

"Caesar." You deadpanned. "Gross."

"Fine, fine. so i'm just an experiment to you?"

"No!" You protested. "That's not, I-"

"I’m just kidding, cara mia." He snickered.

"Pet name-"

"Learn to live with it." He interjected. "I guess there's no solid rulebook of how to initiate sex but I guess the term you meant was how to make a move." He said imitating your voice causing you to shove him.

"But what made you decide that?"

"I’ve abided by rules all this time and quite honestly this entire trip made me realize its just held me back." You stated.

"And quite honestly, I'm crazy about you Caesar Zeppeli." You thought to yourself.

You swallowed thickly as caesar leaned closer and closer to mould his lips against yours. The only sound in the room was him lewdly smacking your lips which made you hum slightly.

He smelt so pleasant. He always had this aroma of sea salt and and soapy bubbles. It wafted to your nose and entranced you.

He ran his nose against your neck causing you to shiver.

"Caesar...I-"

"What is it?" He asked, voice barely an octave as his lush lips gently made a trail upwards from your collarbone to your jawline.

"I'm just nervous...that I won't be good at this at all.." You stuttered.

He pulled away from his ministrations to make intense eye contact with you, and somehow his eyes piercing deep into yours seemed even more intimate than him suckling on your neck a few seconds ago.

"Y/N, there's no such thing about being good at intimacy." He said, voice slightly firm.

"...Huh?"

"If you’re worried that you won't be able to make me feel good, well that's just not possible. You letting me touch and feel you is all I need, you understand?"

"...Caesar." You breathed out, shakily.

You hated this.

You hated how much he could reduce you to a nervous, bumbling mess. You were a woman with thoughts and intellect. But a conversation with Caesar would always leave your mind blank.

"I'll take the lead, okay? Don't feel any pressure. And if you don't want this I’m more than willing to stop-"

"No!" You blurted out, instantly regretting it. His eyes widened. "No. I want this, I want you. I’d be a fool to let this chance go, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long."

"Well, I'm truly honoured. And I would do anything to make you happy." He said, gently as he curled his index finger and gently stroked it against your cheek.

He reached out to take your hand in his own, and brought it to his lips as he gazed at you intently.

"So..will you let be your first?"

"Yes. Please, Caesar."

And with that, you were hauled onto his lap with absolute ease from his end. He began to undress you, unzipping your dress. You pulled it over your head, tossing it to the ground.

Revealing your black, lacy bra, you felt your cheeks heat up as he took in the sight.

You were half naked, and you were soon going to be shed of all garments soon, which caused a pang of nervousness. You tensed slightly, which caesar immediately noticed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes..I should probably help you out of your clothes too.." You tittered as your hands hesitantly reached the hem of his tight pastel blue t-shirt.

He let out a chuckle.

"See, you worried for nothing. You know what you're doing. Just, follow your instincts. Whatever you want to do, I’m sure I’ll enjoy."

You simply blinked at him.

You pondered, there was one thing you'd always wanted to do since laying eyes on him.

Your hands began to skim across his well defined abdominals, then paused at his pectorals, cupping them. They were so cushy, you wanted to giggle.

He let out a snort, finding you absolutely adorable. Your thumb circled his nipple, making him hiss a little.

"Sorry! Did that hurt?!" You gasped, horrified.

"Y/N, relax...you just caught me off guard." Caesar chortled as he clamped your wrist in an attempt to stop you scuttling off like a scared forest animal.

"Okay...okay."

You draped your free arm around his broad shoulders, and leaned in close to envelop his lips with yours. He reciprocated the gesture, moving against your own.

Your other hand made its way to the back of his head, softly gripping the roots of his blonde locks causing him to groan into your mouth. You massaged his scalp as you felt his large, calloused hand settle on the small of your back.

He licked your bottom lip as if he was requesting entrance and you willingly obliged. You swore you almost lost your balance and toppled over when his warm, wet tongue began to massage your own.

As much as you wanted to go slow, and Caesar by all costs did not want to rush you, the sensations you were experiencing were making you beyond flustered.

Your lower abdomen felt a spring begin to coil and your nether regions by its own accord was beginning to throb.

Pulling away for air, you ran your palms across his biceps and laid down on the pillow. He caged you between his arms, his large figure entrapping you.

He still managed to balance himself where you could feel some of his weight but not the point where you were suffocated.

His hand slowly slid up your arm and interlocked with your fingers.

"I’ve wanted you like this for so long." He murmured between kisses. "Always thinking of you, only you."

"You're killing me here, Caesar." You sighed.

Your body was on fire, tingling everywhere. The man was serious. Ensuring no part of you was left untouched.

Biting and tugging on your ear lobe, which made you squeak and dissolve into giggles. Gliding his tongue against your lower abdominals, maintaining eye contact which made you need him even more.

Kissing your neck, the tops of your breasts, hand running up and down your back. He was everywhere and it was perfect. You were losing yourself in this moment with Caesar.

"Sit up." He said, voice assertive and you wordlessly obliged.

His hands slid to undo your bra. It was long time coming but he knew you were shy.

Being naked in front of him felt beyond daunting but he had put so much effort in comforting you and putting your arousal first it seemed pointless in shying away.

The bra clattered onto your lap, then he dashed it onto the floor. He pushed you back down again and began to tenderly plant kisses on your right breast as his hand kneaded the left one.

Your back immediately arched and you let out a gasp. You knew your breasts were sensitive but having a him touching and kissing them was in a different ball park.

Minutes of attention from Caesar's end felt like hours and you felt damp stickiness cling to the fabric of your underwear as well as how hard he was which he seemed to be ignoring.

He pulled away from what was the dozenth kiss, strings of saliva connecting the two of you as he gazed at you, eyes blown with lust.

"I'm gonna go get...protection." He said, voice deeper than you've ever heard. Usually Caesar's voice was light and airy.

He reached over to the bedside table then suddenly yanked the covers away.

"Sorry, I just need to see..."

"Jesus." He said in awe after he pulled down your underwear and flung it across the room.

"...What?"

"No, I just did a good job I suppose." He chuckled darkly.

"Not his cocky side coming out during sex." You thought to yourself. Well it was fine, it made him sexier.

He pried your legs open and slowly inserted one finger into your warmth. The pad of his thumb began to trace circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves which caused you to jerk.

You let out a pathetic mewl at the feeling. It was overwhelming to say the least. And the longer he wasn't inside of you, the more torturous it felt.

"Caesar, please." You said, nearly in tears.

"What's the problem?" He asked, feigning ignorance.

"I want you so bad, please."

"Hearing you beg is cute, but I won't tease you any longer. You poor thing." He snorted as he yanked off his own underwear and lined himself against you.

Your eyes widened as he pushed himself into your plush, velvety walls and stretched you out. You'd never felt this feeling before.

"...Fuck." Caesar grunted against your ear, warm breath tickling the shell. You let out another gasp as he began to thrust slowly.

"Sorry for cursing..." He said in a strangled tone. "But you feel so fucking good.."

Your hands flew to grip against the bare skin of his broad shoulders and your nails anchored into the flesh of his skin.

You winced at the ache.

"Caesar, it hurts.." You whined.

"I know...just breathe, okay? It’s...gonna fade away, darling i promise." He murmured.

Meeting your lips once again, in an attempt to soothe the pain.

He began to pick up his pace before you said anything. It was almost as if he could read your mind.

Your right hand trailed up to settle on the nape of his neck and entangled your fingers in his hair.

"God, you're perfect.." He choked out. "Are you close?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"I'm..."

You hated how dazed you were throughout it all. You were reduced to some sort of babbling mess who couldn't even string coherent sentences together.

The feeling came in waves, the way his hips rolled deliciously against you was the final push and a cry tore from your throat as your body went limp.

Caesar came close, seconds apart from you as he let out strangled gasps and buried his face into your neck.

"Thank you for making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world." You said, shyly.

"Why would you thank me, beauty? You shouldn't need me to feel that." He said, firmly as he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in to give a long, languid kiss which ignited your insides again.

You pushed him away with a hand on his chest as you laughed.

Hs looked a little surprised at the shove.

"You're too much for me." You sighed happily.

"Is that so?" He murmured as he pulled your face in with a hand and enveloped your top lip.

"Yep!" You nodded, giggles taking over.

"Bye Caesar, bye Jojo!" You chirped happily out from the back seat as the windows were rolled down. "Thank you for everything, Suzi!"

"No problem at all!" She called out, beaming.

Joseph turned his nose up at you, Caesar gave a wave as your car began to drive off.

"I have never seen her so...over the moon." Joseph stated, arms folded. He turned to Caesar.

"You happy?" He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Caesar responded, pulling a face.

"I'm sure the whole neighborhood could hear you two."

"Don't tell her that, I'm sure she'll tear her hair out." Caesar sighed as he shook his head.

"...You better treat her right, you know." Joseph said, voice frosty.

"She means the world to me, Jojo. The day I mistreat her is the day I’ve lost my senses." He said firmly, emerald eyes stormy. "I want to marry her when we get back."

"Not if I get married first!" Joseph exclaimed.

Caesar wrinkled his nose at Joseph and walked away from him.

"Caesar, come back! I was only joking! You better let me be your groomsman then!" Joseph said as he chased up to Caesar and attempted to headlock him.

Caesar tried to maintain a face in disgust as he squirmed away from Joseph’s grip but a smile tugged at his lips, regardless.

Twelve years later

You leaned against the doorway of your kitchen after you kicked off your heels in the hallway.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" You grinned.

"Who would've thought my wife would become a cornball, huh?" Caesar chuckled.

"You definitely rubbed off on me." You sighed as he placed the pot on a dormant stove and pulled you in for a hug.

"How dare you? I’m furtherest thing from corny!" He cried out, causing you to snicker.

"How's work? You tired?" He asked, softly.

"I can't remember a time where I wasn't tired.." You laughed as you rested your head against his chest.

"My poor baby.." He tutted as he swayed you side to side. You felt his palms begin to slide downwards to the curve of your backside.

"I just knew there was an ulterior motive to this hug." You snickered then gasped loudly as he pinched the flesh causing you to jolt.

"Mmh, you know I can't get enough of you." He said lowly, as he rested his forehead against yours. He trailed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat, sending shudders down your spine.

"Caesar.." you sighed against his lips.

"Yes, my love?"

"You know...we have guests...soon...we can't..." You murmured between his constant kisses.

"You don't think I know?" He chuckled, then released you from his firm grip. "I'll lay off for now, but I'm holding you to that later."

"If I'm even awake.." You muttered, out of his earshot.

You heard a familiar pounding from the stairs as the little boy bounded towards you.

"Mommy! I missed you!" The boy exclaimed as he draped his arms around your neck.

"Hi baby! I missed you even more!" You cooed as you showered your beloved son with kisses. "What did you do today? Tell me, tell me!"

"Cleaned my room for Holly!" He said, triumphantly.

"That's my good boy!" You grinned.

"Hey!" Caesar pouted. "How come Daddy doesn't get this type of response...?"

"Cos you're home all the time, duh!" Your son retorted.

"Oh, he got you good." You cackled as you threw your head back.

"Whatever." Caesar muttered as he went back to preparing food.

"What time did Suzi say they were coming over again?" You asked.

"Like six-ish. Joseph's work schedule is a nightmare." Caesar stated. The doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil, huh?"

"I'm gonna go to my room! I can't wait to show Holly my new toys!" He said excitedly.

"Okay honey! Have fun!" You said as he zoomed back up the stairs.

You opened the door to see Suzi, Joseph and their little girl at your door step. You and Suzi immediately hugged each other and squealed with delight seeing each other after so long.

Joseph had an indifferent attitude seeing you but warmed up when he set eyes on Caesar. You ushered the trio in immediately.

"Ah! There's my big girl!" Caesar grinned as he swooped Holly in his arms and twirled her around.

"Faster, faster!" Holly cried out.

"Nope, I need you to not hurl before you eat dinner tonight." Caesar remarked after he set her down and ruffled her hair.

"I wanna go again! I won't puke, seriously." She protested as she stomped her foot.

"She's real spoiled nowadays." Suzi giggled.

"Takes after her father, I suppose." You stated as you shot Joseph a look.

"Hmph. Where's Julian?" Joseph asked with his arms folded, referring to your son.

"In his room, Holly you can go play with him upstairs if you want!" You said, changing your tone. "He's been excited to see you ever since I said you were coming over this morning."

"I wanna see him too! Okay, Auntie Y/N!"

"Make sure to come downstairs when I call you guys." Caesar stated.

"Uh huh, Uncle Caesar I promise!" Holly grinned as she bolted to julian's room.

"What kind of nerdy name is Julian?" Joseph remarked.

"Kiss my ass, Joseph."

"Y/N." Caesar hissed through gritted teeth.

"What? We go through this every time, the kids are nearly ten for god's sake."

"Einstein here wanted to name him Julius but I thought that would put a target on his back for bullies so I opted for the normal one." You shrugged.

"Whatever." Caesar snorted. "I'm sure with a name like Julius he would've gone on to great things."

"Not a great ending though." Suzi stated, earning an eerie silence from the three adults. "...What?"

Everybody burst into hysterics at the morbid statement. In true Suzi Q fashion she blinked at everybody's reaction but joined in the laughter nonetheless.

Things were a little frosty between you and Joseph since you worked for his rivals in at an estate agency but you both still retained deep care and love for each other. Despite Joseph's pettiness.

Caesar had connections with the Speedwagon Foundation and worked alongside Joseph if there was any bizarre going on in the world but he mostly stayed at home and did the upkeep since you were so busy all the time.

But he was planning on opening restaurants and café's across town just like his beloved maternal figure had done.

Your children attended different schools but still were close and spent free time together.

It was hard to believe this was the future you were living. With both Caesar and Joseph being missing and gravely injured that year, you would've never thought you'd be having dinner dates and living in marital bliss.

There was ups and downs of course, but Caesar had made a specific vow to you that he intended to follow through no matter what.

That he would do anything to keep that smile on your face.

author’s note: yes i made caesar a malewife 😭

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catsofcalifornia · 1 month

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JoJo from Sunny Acres Ranch & Rescue in Wildomar, California

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JoJo is a gorgeous 2.5 year old wobbly kitty! JoJo has moderate Cerebral Hypoplasia (CH), meaning she has an adorable wobble to her stride. She moves around the house and cat trees perfectly - just in her own special way.

JoJo was trapped and spayed as a feral in San Jose, but shelter staff noticed how skinny she was and determined she was not thriving as an outdoor feral; therefore, she was not allowed to be released back to her colony.

Our rescue took her in and has provided a safe home for her to decompress and regain her health for the past two years. Since rescuing her, JoJo has made her disinterest in humans clear - she will throw you a cute meow when it’s time to eat, but she would really prefer to be left alone besides that. She does get along very well with her fellow foster kitties and bunnies, and she tolerates dogs as long as they don’t bug her too much.

We know JoJo will need a special home considering her social needs, but you can’t touch the Mona Lise either and she’s still priceless! JoJo is the prettiest girl and she’s ready to add some beauty and flare to your family!

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nezebel · 1 year

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♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair ♡

a/n: i was talking to some friends about how badly jjba characters could fuck up our box braids. i'm gonna do multiple of these, but for now i'm just gonna do the first 3 jojos/bros. there's a lot of parts so I wanna split them equally- the next one will be part 4, 5, and 6 (maybe 7). hope you enjoy! also ty for over 50 likes on my first post! mwah mwah mwah

Part 1 Jonathan Joestar

Very gentle with your hair. Despite his size, he tries to treat you (and thankfully your hair) as if it might break at any moment. Unfortunately, this means he isn't very willing to actually detangle it.

"Jonathan, please. I need you to actually comb the tangles out of my hair or we'll never be finished."

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. But it might hurt..." "You can be insufferable at times, darling."

Eventually leaves you to detangle your hair by himself so he can do the braiding part, which goes WAY faster. He's quite skilled with his fingers. Makes your braids gorgeous and even adds in crystals and little accessories to spice it up. Overall, 8/10!

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Very confused. Did you say twists or braids? What's the difference? How do you know? Where did these hairstyles even come from? No matter. Despite his confusion, he's determined to help you out. He's good with detangling and decent with braiding, but decides twisting is the easier way out. It takes him a bit of time to do it though.

"Are you almost done with that twist, darling?" You mumble, exasperated. "Yes dear, just give me a second- oh, that doesn't go that way- sorry, dear-" You giggle as he struggles to finish a single twist, still having half of your hair to finish.

Finally finishes your hair after many, MANY hours. At least he made your hair cute, though. Buys you charms and hair ties so you can style your twists. 7.5/10 for Speedwagon!

Part 2 Joseph Joestar

No idea what he's doing. Tugs, knots, and pulls at your hair accidentally as he simply tries to put it into passion twists. The extensions made it even more difficult as he fumbled with them, trying to make them mesh into your hair seamlessly as you always had. Still very confused.

"Joseph, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "You better figure it out, Jojo. Please. Do you need a little help?" "For the last time, dollface, I don't need any help. 'M Joseph f'ing Joestar. I can figure this out," He mumbles as he continues to struggle and stress your hair.

When he's done, you look like you got jumped. You give him a kiss and a pat on the back. He tried his best. You secretly take the twists he did out and put your own in overnight, then tell him the twists simply settled last night.

"Huh! Guess I'm not so bad, eh?"

You sigh, then give him a sweet smile. "No, sweetheart. Not at all."

Overall, 4/10. He tried his best, but unfortunately his best was not enough.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Shocks you with how skillful he is. Even adds in color to your passion twists! Blonde, of course, so you can match with him. Works efficiently and without struggle, but leaves the ends of your twists looking kind of funny.

"Why do the ends of the twists look like that?" "Like what?" Caesar stops and looks at a twist. "Ah. I wasn't exactly sure how to end them. Mi dispiace, amore." Oh well. It wasn't all that bad. And besides, whenever he calls you amore, you can't stay mad at him.

"No worries, darling. I'll fix them later."

Helps you fix the ends of your twists and gives you a pearl necklace to go with the finished look. Overall, 9.5/10!

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Very grumpy. Almost says no when you ask him to help you with your hair because he thought it'd be too difficult (and he was kind of right), but you assured him he'd be fine and you'd guide him through the steps of the hairstyle.

"...What did you say this hairstyle was called?" "Goddess braids! They're like box braids, but you have to crochet water wave extensions through the top of the braid." You show him a photo of the hairstyle and he damn near faints.

"...Yare yare. Why do you have to choose such complicated styles?"

"One thing I won't do is hear complaints from a man who didn't wash his hair for 50 days. Better start detangliinggggg..."

He sighs, chuckling a bit, then begins to do your hair.

Finishes relatively quickly and gives you the color of your choice. Buys you an extra large bonnet to keep the curls from getting too frizzy and gives you some silver and gold charms that match some of the charms on his hat. The braids could be better but for his first time doing braids they're pretty good. Overall, 7.5/10, especially for his patience! (still looks irritated about the amount of time it took though)

Kakyoin Noriaki

Very good with washing, detangling, and parting your hair. He does feel stuck about how many braids he has to do or how fast he has to do them. You simply tell him to take his time (but not too much time) and that you can tell him what to do.

"Okay, I'm starting the braids now."

"You said that 10 minutes ago."

"..." "I mean it this time."

Slightly hesitant about actually starting your hair, but he makes it work. Asks if you want to do light pink to match with him and gives you cherry-shaped charms. Also adds pink, red, and white beads to the ends of your braids because he saw someone do that once and thought they'd look cute on you. Overall, 8/10. The braids are pretty and he didn't take too long at all.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp as you look at your gorgeous new braids. "Oh my goshhh, Kakyoin. Have you done this before? You aren't walking around wearing box braids, right? These are so cute!"

He smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried my best. I'm glad you like them."

idk when part 2 is coming out. maybe later today. hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever, it took me a little while to write lol. feel free to send requests of what you'd like to see next!

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romanoffjohansson · 2 years

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JOJO: Chapter One - The Park

summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader

word count: 2870

warnings: missing child? none really

Y/n POV

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My alarm echoed through my warm bedroom as it does at 6:30am every day without fail. Sun beams highlighted spots of the room as the sun began to peek through the grey clouds. As much as I wanted to stay curled up in my duvet and multiple fuzzy blankets, I slung the sheets back and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, mentally preparing myself for another challenging day of work. I loved my job, but god was it exhausting.

I trudged through to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day. I threw on a fairly casual outfit and headed down the corridor. With a soft knock, I opened her door.

“JoJo? Sweetheart? Good morning, it’s time to get up.” Her long lashes fluttered as her teal blue eyes settled on me. The morning sun highlighted her gorgeous locks which lay messily over her pillow as she stretched her little limbs.

“G’ morning mama” She muttered as she fidgeted in bed, gently waking herself up. I gently lifted my daughter out of her bed, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before placing her down.

“Let’s get you dressed munchkin, what do you want to wear?” She giggled as I tickled her sides gently.

“A dress!” She spoke excitedly – she loved fashion almost as much as me. I entered her closet, chose an outfit and helped her get dressed. I combed her hair back into a little top knot and finished with a silk bow.

“Now then, breakfast! What do you fancy?” The five-year-old pondered quietly for a moment before responding.

“Toast!” I breathed a sigh of relief. Josephine has a tendency to be rather fancy when it comes to breakfast. Just this week I’ve made her a smoothie bowl, eggs benedict, cinnamon brioche French toast, and even handmade croissants. But something as simple as a nice breakfast can make all the difference to my day, so I always want to do the same for my little girl, after all she’s not had the easiest time the past couple years. Once breakfast was eaten and her teeth were brushed, we headed out the door.

“Are you excited for school today?” I asked JoJo as she skipped down the street beside me, gently kicking the orange leaves that littered the street.

“Yeah, its Fwiday so we only have to do maths in the morning then we get to pway all afternoons!” Her adorable, childlike pronunciation made my heart flutter. How did someone so perfect come from me? JoJo’s school was only a couple of blocks away from our apartment so we walked together every day, even if it was in the opposite direction of my current workplace. These 5 minutes of strutting through the city together and chatting with my favourite person always made my day.

“Bye mama!” She yelled over her shoulder as she ran through the school yard after we’d reached the gate and hugged. I waved back, watching her with adoring eyes. As soon as she was out of sight I hailed a cab, threw myself and my bags into the back seat and flew through the streets of New York City.

I thanked my driver and before I knew it he was speeding away. I looked up at the building which, though I’d been in many times before, never failed to impress me. The vast tower sliced into the sky, hundreds of meters of potential staring back down at me. Quickly, I strutted through the revolving doors and headed up to work.

“Good morning!” I greeted as I entered the studio. Lighting rigs and clothing rails were stationed around the room, with a white drop and camera sitting in the centre. As a fashion stylist I do all sorts of different jobs, whether its styling a celebrity for an event or consulting filmmakers on costumes. Alongside that, for the past year, I have been working for Vogue magazine, styling models and celebrities for shoots for their magazines. My job is a dream come true – I have always adored fashion, the art of the materials and the skills it required. Being able to express my own feelings through the outfits I create has also helped me through some of the toughest times in my life, especially the last year or so.

“Good morning Y/n!” A chorus of voices echoed back. Time to get to work.

“MAMA!” I heard in the distance as footsteps quickly approached. Before I could even turn around, tiny arms wrapped around my thighs.

“Hi my gorgeous girl!” I laughed, reaching down to pick JoJo off the ground, swinging her around in the air before settling her on my hip. After a long day of school, her hair had become a little messy and her cheeks were tinted a shade of rose, yet she stilled looked beautiful. “How was your day?”

“So good! We pwayed outside and I made a picture with leaves that were orange and brown and we had a dance party and we- we got a new school pet he’s a turtle and- and- and-“ she stuttered on her words and her legs bounced up and down against mine.

“Shhhhh sweetheart calm down.” JoJo has this quirk – she gets way too overexcited to the point that she can’t get her words out and her little legs get jumpy and flail about. It’s potentially the most adorable thing to see. Of all the things that could be an issue with my daughter, she just gets too excited about things. “Blow on my nose, baby, for as long as you can,” I say trying to imitate a deep breath to calm her down. She complies and soon she manages to finish her sentence.

“and he’s called Colin!”

“That’s great, now shall we head home?” I ask expecting her to be exhausted and wanting to cuddle on the couch.

“No, not yet mama.” She says with a little frown on her face.

“What do you want to do then?”

“Hmmm… the park?” She inquires, staring at me with huge puppy eyes.

“How can I say no to you huh?” I booped her on the nose, to which she scrunches her face up with a smile before cheering. I set her down and we waltzed hand in hand down the street to Central Park, one of our favourite places to go together. The autumnal chill had set in as the golden sun lowered in the sky. That’s the unfortunate thing about autumn, it gets dark so early. I slipped a black, faux fur lined coat onto my daughter whilst I donned a tan waterfall jacket.

I sat on a bench in the crisp air whilst JoJo explored the park and the playground. She had a lot of energy, watching her bounce up the apparatus and running from one part of the playground to another, so I decided to pull out a book. I stuck my nose between the pages, delving into this new world of characters and stories, whilst consistently checking on my kid. She must’ve been playing for at least an hour, constantly yelling for me to watch her do a trick or go down the slide.

“MAMA WATCH ME!” I heard for the umpteenth time. I peered over the pages and watched as my little girl jumped down off a small wall. I smiled and gave her a thumbs up which she returned before immediately running off to the swings. I delved back into my book, absorbing each beautiful word as it came. I was always fascinated by literature, and I was using my current spare time to catch up on the classics. Currently? To Kill A Mockingbird. I was falling in love with each side of the page more than the last. As I turned the page again, I glanced up to check on JoJo. My eyes darted around the playground looking for a flash of her but it never came. Panic set in. I closed the book and stood up, eyes searching everywhere in sight. I threw my book in my bag, grabbing the straps and launching into action. I raced around the paths surrounding the play area, calling her name every few seconds and awaiting the sweet sound of her response. I felt myself becoming more frightened with each step, my breaths shorter with each inhale, sweat building on my palms and my forehead. Tears threatened to kiss my cheeks as I returned to my original position. Desperately, I pulled out my phone, showing my little girl on my lock screen and asked other parents if they had seen her. No luck. My world began to crumble around me as the evening became darker and the skies began to fade. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t go through that grief all over again. My eyes erupted and my skin flooded with tears. I broke.

“JOJO!”.

Nat POV

7 miles down, 3 to go. I jogged gently through the city, not pushing myself too hard due to the intense, but successful, mission I had returned from just a few days earlier. I enjoyed embracing the city whilst I ran, recalling fond memories or admiring the views as I paced through particular areas of the urban abyss. This evening I decided to take a detour through Central Park. I usually avoided the park due to how busy it can get, but there’s something about the reds and oranges of the autumn leaves, the sound of the water in the lake and the rustle of the trees that tempted me in. As I ran deeper into the park, the city crowds seemed to lessen and the mood of my run became quieter and more peaceful… well, as quiet and peaceful and New York can be.

Suddenly, through the sound of the evening breeze and the atmosphere of the city, I heard something that caught my attention. It was when I heard the noise again that I slowed to a walk in order to investigate. There it was again, a faint cry permeating through the air from my right. As I listened more closely, I realised what it was. A child. I followed the sound and the quiet cries became clearer.

“Mama,” I heard through a series of sobs and sniffles. Continuing toward the noise, I ducked behind a bush and found the source. A little girl sat cross legged on the ground, head in her hands, warm toned hair waterfalling over her face. I could almost hear my heart shatter at the sight.

“Hey princess,” I knelt down next to the girl as she glanced up at me, her ocean eyes meeting mine. She wiped tears away from her pink cheeks as she stared at me, a look of combined hope and fear painted across her delicate face. “Are you okay?” She shook her head lightly, her frown deepening and another tear slipping from her eye.

“I lost my mama.” She spoke barely above a whisper, bowing her head again, clearly exhausted and still scared of me.

“It’s okay I’ll help you find her.” Her eyes met mine again, hope plastering her face. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“JoJo.” She responded, the corners of her lips upturning slightly as I smiled at her, attempting to comfort the poor little girl. She was adorable, her wide eyes sparkling in the setting sunlight, her tiny fingers fidgeting with one another.

“I’m Natasha, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled a little wider. “Now come on, get up off the dirty floor and we’ll go find your momma, yeah?” JoJo nodded at me, pushing herself to her feet with a little grunt. Her tan dress, now tainted with dirt, fell delicately over her and she waddled toward me. I stood back up and began to walk back to the path but was stopped by her small voice.

“Tatasha?” The cuteness overload from her mispronunciation made my smile erupt as I turned to face her. JoJo was holding out her right arm and making grabby hands at me, clearly asking me to hold her hand. I reciprocated the action, reaching out my arm and taking her in my grasp, her tiny hand making mine look giant. We returned to the path and began to walk around the park in search of her mom, making conversation with the kid as we went.

Y/n POV

The sun continued to set as my anxiety levels skyrocketed. It would soon be dark, making it close to impossible to find my girl within this giant park… that’s if she was still in the park. I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t go home until I found her. I continued to patrol the park, showing a photo of her to every passer by just in case they’d seen her. My hope was fading. My feet carried me down the path toward a bench, finally giving myself a moment to rest before I kept searching. Just as I sat down, I heard it. The familiar warmth of her giggle. JoJo was here. My head shot up and my eyes raced until I caught a glimpse of her. My girl. Before I had even processed what I saw, my body pushed myself off the wooden seat and I was running. Sprinting. A sense of relief flooded me and I raced around the path. As I approached her, she finally noticed my presence.

“MAMA!” Her beautiful voice met my ears as tears began streaming down my face. She ran full speed toward me and I to her until she leapt into my arms. The warmth of her embrace spread through me like wildfire. Neither of us spoke a word, just enjoying each other’s returned presence. It wasn’t until a few moments later, I acknowledged the other body stood before me. The one who was holding my daughters hand. The one who’d taken her from me. I glanced up, instantly breath taken by her burning red locks, the twinkle of her emerald eyes and her rotund lips which upturned slightly as she looked on at me and my daughter. I dismissed my momentary distraction, bringing my hand up to her with a harsh slap, the sting remaining on my hand for some time. The redhead looked surprisingly unphased by the action which simply encouraged my anger.

“How dare you. Get away from her. Get away from us both. I’m calling the cops.” I spoke with a stone cold tone in order not to yell and scream in front of JoJo, the iciness of my voice carrying to my face as I glared at her whilst reaching for my phone.

“No I-,” the woman began, shortly interrupted by my daughter.

“Mama no! She helped me! Tatasha helped me to find you!” Regret instantly flooded my veins and I glanced at JoJo then at the woman again. Her head was dropped but her eyes fluttered up to meet mine.

“I’m so sor-,” my guilt ridden voice was interrupted by hers as she spoke for the first time.

“No, please don’t apologise, I understand how that must’ve looked.” The husk in her voice caused my heart race as we maintained eye contact.

“Well, thank you, thank you so much. Let me make it up to you somehow… the slap and the childcare.” We both laughed, hers opening the door to a wave of butterflies in my stomach.

“No, honestly, it’s okay. She was a pleasure to look after.”

“I insist.” I stared sternly at the woman. I wasn’t going to just let her leave, not after she brought my girl back to me. “I should get this little one home now but at least let me get you a coffee over the weekend or something.”

“Or we could get dinner…” She looked me up and down, a smirk taking over her lips. Another rush of butterflies. I don’t know what it was about this woman, but she had a way of making me both expressly nervous, confident and excited all at once.

“Deal.” I answered. “Give me your phone.” I demanded, holding out the hand that wasn’t still holding my daughter. She obliged, an iPhone smacking into my palm just moments later. I quickly entered my name and number before returning it whilst I felt my daughters head fall onto my shoulder. Her smirk grew as she placed the phone back into her pocket, meeting my eyes once again.

“It’s a date.” Her rough voice danced into my ears and down my spine.

“Is it now?” I raised a brow at her, tilting my head a little.

“I’d like it to be.”

I paused.

“Then it’s a date.” She smirked once again before turning to walk away. A smile took over my face as I pivoted on my toes and began to walk home. Not even two steps later, my head spun back around and I yelled after her.

“Wait! I didn’t even get your name.”

“It’s Tatasha!” My daughter raised her head and spoke loudly. The woman giggled whilst confusion painted my face as I glanced between the two girls before the elder of the two spoke again.

“Natasha.”

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bratshaws · 1 year

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goodness gracious 85. brb x oc

a/n: * monke noises * AAAAAAAAAAAA yeah.

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff,Bea misses Rooster and Rooster misses Bea, Bea is hearing ghost children ( or is she )

chapters:

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He was struggling to say the least, not with his job because he was very good at what he did, but he was struggling with Beatrice’s absence. He couldn’t use his phone for a few hours or days at a time, he knew she messaged him, he could see the red dot next to the icon but that’s been a few days ago and he just wanted to reply for God’s sake.

And Mav knew he was fidgety, not in the field, but as soon as he was on land Bradley’s fingers would twitch and near his hip bone only to remember he was wearing his flight suit and not his casual wear. Honestly, Pete found it hilarious - and very endearing - to see his nephew be so smitten for Beatrice. He didn’t feel his marriage premonition was wrong, he felt that Rooster was going to marry Beatrice soon and the only reason he didn’t yet was because he was deployed.

His nephew was painfully easy to read, just like his father was.

And Pete knew that Beatrice’s presence meant a lot to Bradley. So when Rooster was finally able to check his phone, he disappeared from his uncle’s view, undoubtedly going to the bunk to have some sort of privacy. Bradley closes the door behind himself, kicks his boots off and then lies on the small lower bunk while unlocking his phone.

His lips immediately curl into a smile when he saw her message, God he missed her so much, hard to think it’s been three weeks since he left. He tilted his head when he saw the folder she sent him, furrowing his eyebrows but tapping on it so it’d download as he typed a message back.

Roos’ (21:34)

Baby I miss you too! I’m downloading the folder you sent rn, I’m excited to see what it is ;) but fr, I miss you, I miss you a lot. How are you? How’s the house? Are you and Jojo okay? Tell me what you’ve been doing,gorgeous, I want to hear from you. I love you <3

It doesn’t take too long for the gray bubble to appear underneath his message, his smile widening as he gets comfortable on the bunk.

Bea (21:36)

Brad!!! Hi! Omg sorry I was finishing some stuff and I’m about to have lunch! I’m fine, Michael has been keeping me company these days, not often but he does stop by when he can and he also helped me set up a security camera! And a few more security thingies. I am doing some DIY in our kitchen :)! I think it’s looking fine and now I’m a bit of a DIY-rush because I wanna do more stuff! Lol, but yeah I’m fine, Jojo is fine too, she made friends with the doberman puppy across the street.

Roos’ (21:41)

Thank Michael for me because I was thinking about doing that before I left. I do feel a bit better knowing you are now extra safe and that he’s been staying over.

Roos’ (21:42)

Damn, baby, i don’t know if it’s my phone’s data or something but it’s taking a while to download whatever it is that you sent me.

Bea (21:44)

Oh well it’s a few things inside, so that’s why. But let me know when it finishes!

There was just a tiny bit of the blue bar left to be filled, one he kept his eyes on until it reached the end. Once the ‘download completed!’ popped up he let her know it was done and he’d finally see what it was. Maybe it was the pictures of her DIY projects that she was so excited about and wanted to share, or maybe Jolene with her new friend, but his mind went completely blank when he opened the gallery.

Rooster’s eyes moved to each picture, his jaw going slack and he had to adjust himself on the bunk bed to have a better look. It was Beatrice, it was her photo shoot. He inhales sharply, looking back at the door then his phone, trying to make sure no one would bother him right now because he needed time to recover. He knew she’d look good, he knew she’d be amazing but he had no idea that the photos were like that.

Yes, most of them were swimwear pictures, something he was expecting but not mentally ready for. She looks so sexy. And the poses complimented her body even more and there was one taken from above that showed her back and butt and why was he miles away from her for six months???

He swiped through every picture, his lips parting even more as the others came into view, his throat vibrating in a quiet moan, “Fucking Christ…” he mutters, unsure which ones he liked best. The ones with the black swimsuit were fucking great too and- wait a minute, Beatrice said that Marcus gave her the clothes she wore as a gift so she had those somewhere in the house and he’d see her wearing them in the flesh.

Why, again, was he miles away from her??

But it wasn’t until the final picture that he finally allowed shock to take over. He squinted his eyes a bit, seeing it was a building and a smiling Beatrice was looking right at it and next to the building was– “No way.” he pinched the picture to zoom in more, “No fucking way.” it was Beatrice, his girlfriend, on a billboard poster looking like the goddess she is. The horniness from before dissipates for a bit, being replaced by the utmost pride when he sees it.

“My girlfriend is on a billboard.” he whispers, his lips curling into a smile, laughing breathily with his eyes locked on the picture. He couldn’t believe it, his girlfriend was the face of Marcus’ new collection!

Roos’ (22:05)

Bea, BEA THAT’S YOU!! THAT IS YOU ON A BILLBOARD!!

Bea (22:06)

YES IT IS!! ! IT’S ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??

Roos’ (22:09)

Baby! BABY YOU LOOK AMAZING IN ALL OF THESE BUT HOLY SHIT YOU ARE ON A BILLBOARD!! You LOOK SO GOOD!!

Bea (22:12)

Thank you Roos! <3 I had no idea Marcus would have a physical poster, I thought it’d be only online. I’m really happy about it though. Did you like it?:)

Roos’ (22:13)

Of course I did baby, of course I did. How can I not? It’s you. Damn, my girlfriend is the face of a clothing collection. I’m over the moon, I really am.

Bea (22:15)

And you liked the other pictures too?:3 <3

Roos’ (22:18)

You know I did. You look so fucking hot, Bea. Honest to God I will have a wonderful night of sleep because of these. Promise me you’ll show them all when I get back?

Bea (22:22)

Of course Roos :), don’t worry about that.

Bradley smiles looking at his phone, his heart going wildly just at the thought of her dressing up for him. But his smile drops and he groans, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, sighing heavily through his nose, “Shit.”

Roos’ (22:31)

I’ll be honest, gorgeous,I miss you a lot, you know?I’ll be fine it’s just…I miss you. And I miss having you with me.

Bea (22:32)

:( I’m sorry Roos. I know that feeling because I miss you too…but pls don’t let that distract you, so you can come back sooner than planned, you know? I’ll be waiting for you and I can’t wait to see you. Counting the days.

Roos’ (22:34)

So am I gorgeous. We’ll talk again soon, okay? I gotta sleep right now. l love you.

Bea (22:35)

Okay! Sleep well Roos, I love you so much! Hope you have wonderful dreams. :3

Rooster chuckles at the last sentence, he didn't even have to hear it to know the teasing connotations his girlfriend was now learning to have whenever they spoke. He goes back to the gallery where he could once again see the pictures, he was going to show Mav and the others just this one because it was special.

And it just showed her face and he didn’t want people to see Beatrice’s pictures like that, they could see it in the official website if they wanted to but these are his own.

He places the phone away, running his fingers through his hair as he looks up at the top bunk. Maybe he should let Mav know what he plans to do, his godfather would love to be aware of it he was sure, and maybe…he could help him organize some things, he had an idea in mind that needed more than one person to work.

He was really serious about it. If he was asked this months before, hell maybe even years before he’d look at them as if they were crazy. But no, Beatrice changed a lot in him, to the better and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Bradley adjusts himself on the bed, sighing yet again and then looking back at the phone where his background remained their dancing picture at her aunt’s wedding.

He really missed her and he hoped he could come back soon. There was nothing else that he wanted more than to see her again and ask her. He was a bit giddy about it, wait not a bit, a bit would be an understatement.

He was very giddy, he was excited and nervous, he was going to be going one step further in their relationship. He knew what he had to do and now…he had the time to think about it.

He hoped she was having those types of thoughts too.

“Oh my God! This was the worst idea I’ve ever had!” she growls,erasing the sketch and putting her head in her hands. She decided, since she was done with the kitchen project, to paint something in her new backyard because it was such an inspirational place too, why not use that to juice up her creativity?

Except she was having a very hard time coming up with an actual idea. She was sitting on the soft grass, rubbing her forehead as she thought about what to do. She could continue the secret painting, but she…didn’t want to look at it because it’d only make her miss Rooster even more. So she decided to toss all her watercolors around her - with Jolene not far behind chewing her sock monkey - and hope for the best.

Holding one of her watercolor brushes between her middle and index finger, Beatrice looked down at the paper then at her surroundings, “This house is beautiful, how am I not inspired?” she mutters,pushing herself to her feet so she could walk around her yard. It had some plants around, but there were some spots with fresh dirt she could put something…maybe some herbs like her father’s garden. Or some roses? Roses can be inspirational but it wasn’t helping her think of anything.

So she walked further, around their pool. Pool, water, ocean? Ocean themed baby room– no.Not a baby room, a watercolor painting, “Oh my God! This can’t be true!” she slaps her forehead “I need to think of something.” she wondered if her new neighbors could hear her turmoil through their windows, she hadn’t met them yet - she just met the couple who had the doberman puppy, they were very kind - and she hoped they wouldn’t think she’s some crazy lady who moved in.

Beatrice sighs, propping her hands on her hips as she chews her lower lip, looking up at the sky and seeing the white fluffy clouds move lazily to the left. She blinks, tilting her head as she sees a random shape slowly turn into something else. It was like…a duck? Like those tiny white ducks that looked so soft and unreal.

Oh she could do that. She kept looking up at the sky, squinting her gaze a bit, almost feeling like she had to see that but she couldn’t say why. Beatrice then nods to herself, going back to her watercolors and sitting back down on the warm grass, sketching something already. It was just a white duck on a pond, with soft blues and light teals with brushes of orange to represent the sunlight reflecting on the water’s surface.

With her being in the zone now, she heard her phone vibrate but didn’t look to see who it was thinking it’d be Shells. They were going to go the Hard Deck a bit earlier tonight to help Penny with some extra stock, so she just swiped to answer the call and pressed the speaker icon, “Hello?”

“Beatrice? Hi!”

That was not Shells’ voice.

“It’s me Lilly Ann! I sent you a message a few months back and I wanted to know if you changed your mind about going to our reunion?”

Beatrice blinks in the phone’s direction, then clenches her eyes with a quiet ‘shit’ leaving through her gritted teeth, putting her painting supplies aside to grab the phone, pressing it to her ear, “Oh, hi Lilly Ann um…well I…” she rubs her forehead with her fingertips, “I don’t know, I-I’m not sure if I’ll be able to, I work on weekends–”

“We changed the date for next week!” her former classmate adds quickly, almost desperately, “On a friday! Will you be able to come?”

“I-I work on Fridays.” she mutters, apologetically and she could feel the other woman deflate “Unless…um what time will this be exactly?”

“One in the afternoon! And it’ll go until eight!”

Shit. She could go. “Oh uh…” she chewed her lower lip. She pondered about going to the reunion ever since she got the message months ago. She even mentioned it to her therapist who suggested that maybe it’d be good to heal some wounds she had as a child, close a chapter in her life so she’d no longer worry about them. Beatrice sighs, rubbing her palm heel against her eye, “Ah…fine,I…I’ll go.”

Lilly Ann exhaled out in relief, “Oh thank you Beatrice, thank you so much!I can’t wait to see you!I’m sure it’ll be wonderful to revive memories with everyone. We’ll meet at the old ballroom hall at school!” Beatrice just hummed with a brief smile, waiting until she finished the call so she dropped the phone to her lap, running her hands through her hair in exasperation and then returning her gaze to the unfinished watercolor painting.

She said yes, she really did say yes to the reunion. If Rooster was there he could offer her some insight, let her know if it was a good idea or not…but he wasn’t and she had to figure it out herself. Besides, it was her past issues being brought up and while he was her boyfriend - and she loved him immensely - he couldn’t fight those demons for her.

Beatrice just groans, then shakes her head when she feels the anxiety slowly climb up her spine, “It’ll be fine, it’ll be just fine.” she repeats, returning to the duck picture and gently swiping the colors on the watercolor paper, using that as a distraction instead.

She was in a much better place now, wasn’t she? Yeah, she was in a great place. She could handle seeing her former classmates again, she wasn’t a child any longer, for Christ’s sake, she was a grown woman with a man who loved her and with a new confidence. The little Beatrice inside of her was unsure, hiding behind her brain as if she was scared of going.. and she understood what her therapist told her.

It was about healing her younger self, it’s about holding this girl’s hands and walking through the fire, that’s what it was all about. And Beatrice knew it’d be important, she suffered a lot back then, she went through so much she deserved closure. And of course, it’d be possible she’d see Eric but…doubtful he’d come and talk to her after she smashed his nose.

Beatrice felt different now, a little smile curling at the corners of her lips, “I can do this.” she whispered, looking at the finished picture of the cute little duck in a pond, “I can do this and I’ll make sure I’ll look amazing doing it as well.” she already had an outfit in mind too, she couldn’t help but be weirdly excited about it.

She nods with finality, gathering her painting supplies and taking it all back to her art room where Jolene followed her to. She was about to put the little duck drawing away, but she stopped, tilting her head to the side as she looked down at it.

Normally, her style was a lot more realistic, so to see this little cartoony duck smiling up at her was..interesting. She looked around her art room, even with the walls blank of pictures she still felt it wouldn’t belong there…then where?

Beatrice chews her lower lip, holding already dry watercolor painting out of the room, pressing it on the hallway downstairs, then in the bathrooms or even in Rooster’s office, but no place looked right for it.

That’s when she went up the stairs, trying it on the guest room and their bedroom, sighing in confusion as to why no place was working. She was about to put it back into her art room either way, when she stopped right in front of the blank room from before, the door still closed like she left since last time…she slowly turned the door handle, watching it slowly creak itself open and reveal the empty room.

Beatrice hesitates, holding the painting with both hands, watching the blank room stare back at her. After a few seconds she forces herself to walk forward, her feet echoing in the empty room until she stops right at the center, looking at the huge window then at the wall closest to her.

She blinks, holding the drawing up as if she was measuring on the wall and…for some reason, she liked it. She presses the paper flat against the wall, imagining it with a frame, with the walls painted differently with-

“Mama!”

Beatrice gasps in surprise, dropping the paper and leaping back from the wall, looking around and to the doorframe, only seeing a curious Jolene peeking her head inside instead. Beatrice’s chest heaves with nervous breaths, was she going crazy? She was going crazy. It was the baby fever, that’s all it was…or the house was haunted and there was a Victorian child victim of tuberculosis running around their house. Nevermind this house was built in 2014 and it has the Mediterranean style common around Cali.

She looks back at Jolene, then at the fallen drawing at her feet and then rubs her face with both hands, “I’m losing it. I’m losing it,Jojo. Should I cal a priest??” her pittie just looks at her, the subtle movement of her tail wagging was her only answer, “Probably not,I’m just…tired. And having baby fever! Which is…a bit bothersome.”

She could swear she heard the giggle again, looking over her shoulder only to find the room was empty, “...I think I might call Michael to sleep over tonight again. He’s going to make so much fun of me…” or not, maybe he’ll believe she’s hearing childish disembodied voices just in this room…right?

Beatrice frowns, “Come on Jojo.” she gently ushers the pittie out, closing the door behind her with the duck picture held tightly in her hand. She bites her lower lip, then marches back down to her art room, placing the watercolor painting inside one of the lilac colored folders she usually keeps her art, latching it shut and then falling back onto her old couch.

She paid attention to see if she heard the disembodied voice again, looking up at the ceiling then back at the door…almost fearing she’d see a tiny figure running past the threshold but thankfully she only saw her hallway. Beatrice sighs, sinking deeper into her old couch and pursing her lips in a little pout.

Her eyes dart to her soft stomach, furrowing her brows a bit before placing both of her hands on top, gently massaging the soft flesh, trying to imagine what it’d look like…well she knew the possibility was minimal since she was taking the birth control shots at the clinic - the last one was a few days before Bradley was deployed - but what if, you know?

She wanted kids, she did, and she had a feeling so did Brad considering how he was with Bianca…”I need to stop this.” she whispers to herself, slapping her cheeks, “I stop worrying about one thing only for another to take its place. That’s not normal.” Jolene, who walked back into the room with her sock monkey within her jaws, looked at her curiously, “Let’s go on a walk Jojo,” she barely finished the sentence, seeing Jolene rush out of the room excitedly, tripping over her paws and sliding all the way to the front door. “I feel like we’ll both need this walk.”

Beatrice grabs her keys and phone, unlocking the front door, about to step out but pausing to give the upper floor one last look. She could see the door from where she was, still closed, no ghost children ominously standing in front of it with glowing eyes and menacing grins, nothing, just silence. “...yeah, we are going to take a long walk Jojo.” she says after closing the door, “A really long one.”

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stormyoceans · 7 months

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Jojo doesn't just like, but reposts Sea's photos on his Twitter. God, I'm so tired. tell me straight, what does it all mean? I see signs in everything.

P'JOJO TAKING A BREAK IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL HIS ONLY FRIENDS POSTING JUST TO RETWEET PICTURES OF SEA LOOKING GORGEOUS SMILING AND MELTING EVERYONE'S HEART IS SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SO RELATABLE HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR

i honestly love that he showed up on the last twilight set one (1) time and got home from it with a massive crush on sea HASHTAG IMPACTICISM!!!!!!!! just like that our boy bagged an only friends cameo and a new series for him and jimmy in 2024 I DON'T CARE IF NEITHER OF THESE THINGS ARE CONFIRMED YET I JUST KNOW IT TO BE TRUE I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES THE STARS ARE ALIGNED AND THE SIGNS ARE SIGNING AND THE FACT THAT WE GOT A KHAOSEA INTERACTION UNDER SEA'S LAST TWEET?????????

SEA AS SAND'S EX IS SO GONNA HAPPEN

#AND IF IT DOESN'T IM GONNA EAT MY CLOWN WIG BUT ALSO IT WILL #IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION #WE JUST GOTTA TRY NOT TO GO INSANE BEFORE IT HAPPENS #sea tawinan #m: ask

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All knights and day must die! Ch 23

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

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

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

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

Ch 22

Chapter 23

"Eat more," Shigaraki insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What of Imogene?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop flirting with my mate!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lords!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why so many tears?"

"I love Yoosung," you cry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He lifts and carries you to the throne room again.

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

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

"Blessing," Shigaraki hissed.

"What?" you asked in surprise.

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

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

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

"Yes, sire."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, we are all children of both!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, you can trust that one?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Are we being straightforward?"

"You may speak freely."

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

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

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

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

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

This must be a nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why Giran," he stilled and wondered aloud.

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

Shigaraki points at Maude's belly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We have not!" You shout indignantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seems dishonorable," Darvish snorted.

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

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

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

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

Kai relaxes. Darvish will go along.

Chapter 24

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