#you think you can just show up and bring our clan out of order???

[spottedmischief]

Shenzi: *tells him the truth about Scar*

Cheezi: Okay, I think we made a mistake.

Shenzi: *asks him to join her clan so they can be safe*

Cheezi: how dare.

[sofasoap]

NOTE: this is my OLD MASTERLIST, please check my description for new updated masterlist LINK

Update:

9/Apr/23 - Touch - Johnny Soap MacTavish x F!Reader. Explicit theme.

7/Apr/23 - Life of captains - task 141 boys

7/Apr/23 - Miss Sunflower - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader Gaz and you started long distance… friendship?

5/Apr/23 - Sweet - Din Djarin x F!reader + Grogu Happy Early birthday to my friend, hoping this little drabble piece will bring you happiness :)

WARNING: R18 ONLY. UNDERAGE DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN INTERNET CONSUMPTION.

MORE BELOW THE LINE.

-The Mandalorian -

Story time. -- Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu

Din loves to read, but it’s been a difficult life for him to keep up with his hobbies. Until you and the baby came along.

Nightmare -- Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu Din’s biggest nightmare is losing his family, his clan, losing you.

Heartbreak -- Din Djarin x F!Reader The only time Din says no to you. Din sucks at communication. 

Wrenching heart  --Din Djarin x F!reader Part 2 to heart break. Going into bit of reader's backstory.

Mending Heart - Din Djarin x F!reader Part 3 to heartbreak. Din the di'kut is trying to make amend.

- Interlude : Fracturing heart  - Din Djarin x F!reader Interlude after Mending heart. Reader's past catching up to her.

Scarring heart  -- Din Djarin x F!reader Din explains himself. And offers you a solution.  Part 4 to Heartbreak.

Healing heart - Din Djarin x F!reader The Di’kut proposed a solution. Would you accept it? Part 5 to Heartbreak.

Ner Kar’ta - Din Djarin x F!reader Din claiming back what is rightfully his. His place by you. Finale to Heartbreak series.

Little Heart - Din Djarin x F!reader Little drabble post- heartbreak series. Both of you surprised each other.

Comfort - Din Djarin x F!reader Short drabble, before all the major event in the heartbreak series, Din and you just started travelling together, and he shows his care through action. -- Comfort - Extra -- extra scene where Din goes to the market.

A quiet moment - Din Djarin - Din Djarin x F!reader. Short drabble, after Little heart. Domestic fluff for our Clan Mudhorn.

Sweet - Din Djarin x F!reader Short drabble piece, Pre-relationship, when clan of three still travelling around in search of Jedi.

- Call of Duty -

This is where my fic which i dubbed " The Mini MacTavish Universe" goes. Inspired by @saltofmercury fic which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe from me ( my MUSE )

Just to guide ppl the order which they can read the story in chronological order, I added in numbering system. also which " route " you take. Choosing König or Simon. Or both. We love the big boys.

PLEASE NOTE: some people might think this is not a true "reader" fic, I apologise, as it is too specific so I am tagging on warning that this is bit of reader and OC fic. Be warned. ONLY proceed down if you don't mind.

1. “The Favorite MacTavish” - BY @saltofmercury. (König x  f!Reader )

To understand any of the background of my Ghost and König story in this universe, better to read her wonderful story first. And while you are there, check out her König fics too. It's a wonderful series exploring the difficult relationship between a soldier and a civilian.

König

2a. "You are very huggable" - (König x  f!Reader )

Continuation of " The favorite MacTavish " from König's perspective if you like König. Poor König totally out of his element in this new social situation.

3a . " First step" - (König x  f!Reader)

An unexpected coffee date. Right after " You are very huggable."

4. Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist - (König x  f!Reader )

König and alcohol doesn't mix well.

5a. Fate, brought us together again. - (König x  f!Reader)

Reunite with König, again, under very undesirable circumstances.

6a.Thank you for everything. (König x  f!Reader )

Time for Mini to introduce her new boyfriend to the family. Breaking Ghost’s heart a little bit. and new found family for him.

7a. Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness. - (König x  f!Reader )

Bit of family moment. Family love all round.

8a. Forget me not. - (König x  f!Reader )  

The bad news you never want to hear, and more.

9a. Remember me?- (König x  f!Reader)  

He couldn't remember you. Your heart is broken into pieces. Is there a chance?

Epilogue A. Come what may. - (König x  f!Reader) Family life afterwards. And the boys learn very fast about never piss off your wives.

Epilogue Valentines Drabble - Warmth - (König x  f!Reader )  Valentines piece for our lovely König. Domestic moments. Because our big teddy bear deserves it.

- Drabble - Feral -- König x  f!Reader Meeting Horangi officially for the first time, him dobbing König's recklessness on the battlefield.

Drabble - Quiet Moment - König - König x  f!Reader Family moment with König and his son.

Simon " Ghost " Riley

2b. "Up for a challenge" - ( Ghost x f!Reader)

Same with above, Continuation of " The favorite MacTavish " but Ghost is the main interest here..

3b. "Love, do not pass me by" - (Ghost x f!reader)

This story sets quite a while after " Up for a challenge". Life turns upside down for the better, and the worse, and rock bottom.

4b. "Am I full of sorrow, or filled with love" - (Ghost x f!reader)

Sequel to "Love, do not pass me by". Self reflecting moments by Ghost. And shocking news.

4b. "Happy ever after, please stay for a while" -- (Ghost x f!reader)

Mini and Emma moving into the new place. Johnny is the best big brother you can have.

5b. "Why the strife and flow of tears". - (Ghost x f!Reader)

Sequel to ““Happy ever after, please stay for a while” .Babies, and finally opening up to each other.

Epilogue B : Eternal happiness among us - (Ghost x f!Reader)

Ending to the Simon's Series. Confession time

Epilogue B1 : "Death, Comes easily" -( Ghost x f!reader)

set after the epilogue. Threat never cease.

Epilogue Drabble : And life goes on. -( Ghost x f!Reader + 141 members + OCs ( the children )

life and snippets or mainly how Ghost is overprotective of his daughter. Family moments.

Drabble : Injury - Ghost x f!reader Simon Comes home with multiple injuries.

Monologue + Pre-4B " You are my light. " ( Ghost x f!reader)

how Simon found his light. Can be read as a standalone or can be part of the Mini MacTavish universe. Little insert of what happened the night leading to “Love, do not pass me by”“

Epilogue Valentines Drabble - "Home." ( Ghost x f!reader)

Happy Valentines people!! bit of soft domestic fluff. Because our dear Simon deserves it.

Epilogue drabble - Still healing ( Ghost x f!reader. ) Coming home after long deployment, old wound opens up again.

Drabble - Quiet moment – Simon  ( Ghost x f!reader. ) Short drabble about Simon and children.

Alternative ending: "Thistle and Thorn" - ( Ghost x f!Reader + Johnny " Soap" MacTavish)

Kind of in same universe as Mini MacTavish, where every active soldiers and service people's families worse nightmare comes true....PURE ANGST YOU BEEN WARNED.

Captain John Price

Little secret. - John Price x f!Reader

When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is a shit stirrer . This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”.

Learning to let go - John Price x f!Reader Price doesn’t want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

A quiet moment  – John Price  - John Price x F!Reader Life, marriage and baby.

Thinking of you - John Price x F!Reader After a hard mission, Price has some time alone. Thinking about you, and his son.

John " Soap " MacTavish

Hello There. - John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

How you met Soap. had a crush on him. Does he like you as well? This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish.  - John Soap MacTavish x f!reader  Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Surprise - (John Soap MacTavish x f!reader) Summary: Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. Continuation of A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish. 

Soap’s Sleepy time story - (F!reader+ OC children) Very short drabble Crack fic stemming from Neil Elice’s Soap’s sleepy storytime. I absolutely love that guy. 

Touch - (F!reader) Soap desperate for your touch after coming home from mission.

Squirrel - (F!reader) You are not the usual type Soap goes for. But he is interested in you. Or How Soap put his own foot in his mouth.

NOT part of Mini MacTavish verse.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

Miss Sunshine - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader How Mr Sunshine meets Miss Sunshine.

Miss Sunflower - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader Gaz and you started long distance… friendship?

[hihhasotherfixations]

Changes in the Forest - R!Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader | Part 4

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Sitting in the barren room, you were calmly up against the wall.

After arriving at what Quaritch called ‘Bridgerhead’ you were led inside by the recombinants, getting either horrified or disgusted looks by the humans around – it was clear that most weren’t a fan of Na’vi.

Yet you noticed that it wasn’t just you. The recombinants were getting those looks just the same.

Footsteps outside of the room caught your attention as you felt your ear turn to the noise, keenly aware of the double sets of prints. Yet they walked past the room you were in and you huffed silently, leaning your head back to lean against the wall, your eyes closing.

You just hoped No’gue and Yalai made it home safe.

-

“Colonel, I cannot authorise this.”

Swallowing softly, Quaritch stood before Ardmore, his ears angled slightly back and twitching ever so nervously.

“You bring one of the people who kill my men here.” She chastised, an angry look on her face as she turned a screen to directly face the recom, showing a scan of your face from within the prison cell, dots of the face-tracking program matching to the still image beside it – taken from one of the shipment raids.

“I think-“ “I don’t care what you think, soldier.” Ardmore interrupted, her gaze stern. “Not only has she reportedly killed good men and women, you have also just returned with a dead recombinant. That is five billion out of the RDA’s pocket. Thrown down the drain!”

“Rowan-“ Quaritch emphasised the name, “-was killed before any of us could react. With all due respect, we were sent out there by your order, general. That was a casualty of the forest before it was any mistake of mine. You wish to do this the hard way? That’s what happens.”

Crossing her arms, Ardmore couldn’t fight with that, looking from the colonel back to the hologram of Bridgerhead as she picked up her coffee mug.

Shifting slightly, Quaritch then breathed out sharply before he put his hand on his hip and bent forward, turning the screen in his face back to be right in front of the general. “Look. A soldier is precisely what we need. Sully is still the greatest liability. He was conducting the raids. Now from this native-“ He pointed at your face. “-we’ve learnt that Sully’s fled. Since then, no raids have occurred.”

“What are you saying, colonel?”

“You wanted my team to try and trick the immune response of the planet. We now know the animals won’t attack us directly but any transport we take? Doesn’t change; it will get taken down.” Quaritch spoke, standing back up straight as he crossed his arms. “Making an alliance with the Na’vi – she can teach us how Sully does it, making us able to get in his head and find him. Not only that, I say we rehash the plan from fifteen years ago.”

Putting down her cup, general Ardmore narrowed her eyes, looking up at the recombinant. “Explain.”

“We sent Sully into the Omaticaya clan so that he could get them to move.”

“Which resulted in your- and hundreds of soldiers’ deaths, if I recall correctly?” Ardmore spoke, her brows furrowing angrily.

“Correct, ma’am.” Quaritch responded, walking over to the hologram of the hallelujah mountains. “However, if we want to bring earth here, we need to make sure hostiles aren’t attacking soldiers, let alone normal citizens.”

“You want to learn their ways to… what? Know what they do in a day?”

Closing his eyes, Quaritch breathed softly to try and keep himself stoic, the general’s stubbornness getting on his nerves. “Taking out Sully is step one. But once that is done, then what? We need to make sure no other natives pick up his mantle. Like it or not, we cannot murder every Na’vi on the planet. If we know how they tick, we can figure out how to best integrate human life. If I know they like to bathe in mud, we can build our cities away from their mud ponds.” He spoke, moving his hands while he talked to point to a proverbial pond and city site.

“Are you suggesting co-habitation, colonel?” General Ardmore questioned, straightening up a bit.

“Yes I am.” Quaritch nodded, turning a little more professional as he straightened up. “Ma’am.”

“And you want to be the pioneer of that project?” Ardmore raised a brow but the recombinant shook his head.

“Negative, general. As I said, Sully comes first. Yet using this plan, it is simply two birds with one stone.”

Sighing, the general turned to the control panel in front of her, leaning on it as she inwardly conceded, turning back to the colonel. “Alright. What did you say the condition for this was?”

-

Playing with your own fingers by slowly moving and squeezing them, you sat, bored out of your mind. You’d been stuck in this forsaken room for who knows how long. Your thoughts felt slow and you didn’t know what to do. Yet despite all of that, you hadn’t gotten any less alert as you instantly heard the heavier steps approaching.

Moments later, the door opened with a soft hiss and you had a good view of Quaritch crouching through the doorway, both your heights not made for the smaller sized room.

“Afternoon.” He hummed, his posture more relaxed than you’d seen him before and your eyes squinted slightly as you took him in.

Keeping his stance open and relaxed, the colonel analysed you back while the door closed behind him.

You’d gathered yourself at the far wall, curled up on the ground. From his point of view, you were sitting just beside the table, the corner of his mouth lifting just a bit as he thought about it. You looked comically big compared to the table and chair, reminding him of how small Spider had seemed just a few days earlier, fitting perfectly between the furniture. It made sense why you’d chosen the floor and wall over either of the metal contraptions – your knees lifted up as you sat.

If he didn’t already know, it was clear from your outfit that you were a warrior back in your clan, the hunter cummerbund around your midriff and the knife sheath evidence enough. Yet as his eyes moved up, he noticed something very different. Furrowing his brow in confusion, he tapped at the oxygen mask hanging around his neck, seeing it permanently around your mouth.

“Why are you wearing that, darling?”

“It was put on.” You grunted back, seeming unamused by his presence and Quaritch briefly bit the inside of his cheek. He’d been having to do way too much diplomatic talk lately.

“You’re not supposed to keep it on permanently, the battery pack will run out.” Turning slightly, he showed the black device hanging on his hip, tucked into the waistband of his pants.

“It. is. stuck.” You repeated, demonstrating as you lifted your still tied hands up, pushing at the thing yet being unable to budge it even a single bit.

“What goddamn idiot did that?” Huffing in exasperation, Quaritch put his hands on his hips and you were a bit taken aback. “Can I come take it off?”

Swallowing softly, you then nodded, keeping a keen eye as his taller figure approached, crouching down to one knee right after he passed the table, scooting a little bit closer before he motioned you over with a reassuring smile.

Not entirely comfortable, you still did as he said, scooting closer, feeling how cold the floor was now that you were no longer sitting on the part that you’d heated with your own body.

“Thank you.” Quaritch hummed, leaning forward so that he could reach behind your head. Having him at such a vulnerable spot, your eyes were wide while your heart was racing in fight or flight, yet the man worked carefully, un-tying the knot before loosening the straps of the mask.

Leaning back, he then carefully took hold of the mask for you and pulled it down, cringing slightly as it stuck to your face, revealing deep creases in your skin from how tight it had been.

“There.” Smiling a bit at you, the colonel then let go of it, sitting down on the floor as he held up his hands, showing he meant no harm. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“You threatened to kill my family.”

Your deadpan response made Quaritch kiss his teeth, looking down briefly as he grabbed his own mask and took a breath, lowering it back down before sighing out softly. “And that threat still stands.” With his words, he raised an eyebrow while your own brows furrowed, your tail swishing in agitation behind you. “But I have a different proposition.”

Narrowing your eyes, you said nothing but nodded, waiting for him to speak.

“You teach me and my team the Na’vi way, you get us to Jake Sully, and I will make sure any search for the Omaticaya clan stops.” Tilting your head slightly, you looked at the colonel, seeing no deceit in his eyes. “As long as they stop raiding our shipments and trains, I’ll make it so that no one there is in danger anymore. You see, I really don’t wanna hurt kids if I can avoid it.” He smiled slightly, motioning with his right hand.

You were silently for a moment, processing his words. “I teach you and the clan is safe?” You questioned, your eyes taking him in while you thought.

“I swear.” He nodded, that small smile once again present, though you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Why should I trust your words?” You then asked, Quaritch raising his brows as he nodded in thought, slightly looking up at the ceiling.

“That’s a fair question” Looking back down, he then held out his hand for you. “Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Miles Quaritch.” He spoke, pausing for a bit before he continued. “I know I’m a lot of things, but a liar I am not. If you trust me, I will trust you.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you looked from him, down to his hand that he reached out for you, only for him to lower his thumb and push up a black device that had been resting in his palm, now held between his fingers – the same one as on the aircraft.

Understanding, you lifted your arms and he put the unlocking mechanism to the cuffs, to which they instantly snapped straight, magnetised to the key and leaving you free to move for the first time in hours.

“You can trust my words. Can I trust you to not kill me or my men first thing?” The colonel asked, leaning forward a bit to look at you with a small, teasing smile.

“Yes.” You breathed softly, pulling your arms back to your chest.

“Well that’s good. Can you tell me your name at least?”

“Y/N.”

- - - -

The next time Quaritch came to your cell, he had a small shadow.

“Y/N!” Breaking off from the man, Spider jogged over, stopping in front of you with a little smile on his face as he looked up at your standing form.

“You seem happy.” You smiled back, purposefully ignoring the colonel, to which he fully knew that you were doing yet let it happen anyway, simply crossing his arms as he watched you two.

“Happy to finally see someone normal in this place.” Spider joked back and you chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve never been to a place like this.” You mused, walking over to the table and sitting on top, keeping your back to Quaritch. Spider’s eyes darted to the colonel, failing to stifle a laugh as he took in the man’s annoyed stance and expression, his tail flicking.

“It’s pretty similar to the homes back at the mountains that were built.” The boy then answered, turning back to you, pulling out the chair and jumping to stand on it, making him on eye height with you.

You’d never actually been inside one of the human settlements back at the clan so you’d have to take his word for it, simply humming a bit. Yet with that out of the way, your expression softened slightly as you looked at the striped human in front of you.

“How long have you been here, what happened?” You asked softly, tilting your head a bit, which made some of your braids fall down your shoulder and clack together.

“Asshole over there held me and Jake’s children under gunpoint. There was a fight, they got out. I didn’t.” Spider mumbled, your brows furrowing as you looked at him. He was just a kid still. Human or not, he was alone in a world he shouldn’t be in and a protectiveness flared in your chest – the same that you felt back in the forest when you first spotted him, right before your own capture.

You were about to answer when Quaritch instead stepped up. “I might not be fluent but I have learned some actual Na’vi. Watch what you say about me, kid.”

Immediately, a scowl took over Spider’s face as he – even though he was standing on the chair – looked up at the taller man.

Huffing silently in amusement, you shook your head before taking a breath through your mask while turning to look back at Quaritch. “Can you blame him?”

At that, the colonel smirked a bit at you and shook his head. “I can’t and I don’t. I can still warn him though.”

Puffing out his chest a bit, Spider glared, though you knew it wasn’t truly genuine.

“Anyways, I came to take you out of here.” Quaritch then spoke, resting one hand on his belt nonchalantly while you turned to him in confusion. “We’re rolling out into the forest tomorrow. But given there’s not much of a room or space here to sleep, might as well take you to the barracks and introduce you to the team properly.”

Looking from Quaritch to Spider, the boy smiled encouragingly and you turned on the table, now permanently facing the recom.

“I can even get that checked out for you.” The man pointed at your left arm, where the graze shot still sat, only hastily tied with a cloth before.

“Alright.” You nodded, not particularly feeling like staying in this room.

Smiling slightly, the recom stepped over and you scooted back a bit, your ears angling down in warning. “I need to put this on, sweetheart.” The man hummed, holding up a black circle.

“What is it?” You questioned and Quaritch – embarrassingly enough – felt his ears perk at your accent.

“It’s a tracker. We’re gonna let you out into the forest but we do need a little insurance that you’re not gonna run.” Holding out the device for you, you tentatively took it from him, inspecting the strange looking – metal, you assumed. “It goes around your wrist.” Quaritch then spoke, making you look up and watch as he held his right arm up, wrapping his left hand around his wrist to emphasize.

Making a little disgruntled click with your tongue, you slipped it over your hand on your left arm, only for it to beep softly.

Pulling your hand off of it like it burned you, you watched the small circle unfold, rolling down your wrist and tightening around your flesh, looking more like an arm guard than a bracelet now, covering your entire wrist.

Hissing in surprise, you then snapped a glare up at the colonel who quickly held his hands up. “Need to make sure it stays on. It’s flexible so you can still move just fine.”

Narrowing your eyes, you then glanced down slightly, rolling your wrist a bit before huffing. You were stuck with it now.

“Let’s get going then.”

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[ripnevillestrevor]

our fortress— chapter five

paring: jake sully × "reader/oc" x neytiri

summary: i rest my head on the warm bare skin of her breast, while she gently nestles me under her body. love cocoon, i think sweetly...

warnings: my worst chapter, my bad writing, mentions of spears and arrows, fluff, enemies to lovers beginning to show (i think), not proofread, LOWERCASE INTENDED

word count: 1,567

note: i don't really like this chapter 😭 but it's gonna get better promise! also, i'm probably going to switch between ney'ite and jake's pov just bc if i do it all in ney'ite's pov, the story's gonna be pretty short, so yeah. bare with me! i write mostly about scenarios going to happen in my dr (haven't shifted yet), if you think it's weird, please either keep it to yourself or message me in private, there are actually people that like this type of content and i'm writing for them. btw comments/requests are open! this is also posted on ao3 under the same name, if you see this anywhere else. please tell me :)

important: i do not allow my work to be copied, republished, translated, or reproduced. please do not use this story on wattpad or on other platforms. respect the author's work <33

we stop and turn around to see him falling off several branches before finally landing on level ground. as we turn towards him, shocked, before running back to him as he grabs the rope capturing his feet. we all look to the sound of hooves on the forest floor as a group of our clans finest warriors ride out on pa'li. 

  the man stands, shocked, before pulling out a knife and sharply turning around but the warrior's surround and clammer around him with arrows, prepared to strike at any movement. 

  he turns around once more but other warriors blocks his path on their direhorses. he holds his hands up in that 'i don't mean harm symbol but i don't think he actually means it because the time that neytiri and i make our way down to where they are, he laughs sarcastically, sighing an, "okay."

  neytiri and i jump off a branch onto where the na'vi are surrounding the man, neytiri shouting out a loud, “mawey, na'viya! mawey!” which translates to, ‘calm people. calm.’

  tsu'tey finally comes into view, disconnecting his tsaheylu from his pali before starting to walk to us. neytiri meets him halfway with a, "what are you doing tsu'tey?" 

  "these demons are forbidden here." tsu'tey speaks. 

  "there has been a sign," i finally speak up. "this is a matter for the tsahlik."

  tsu'tey looks to me before grunting, annoyed, he never could resist my asks. 

  he looks to the man then back to me before turning back to his pali and speaking, "bring him," to his other warriors. as the others start to surround the dreamwalker, "what's going on?" he asks as tsu'tey connects his tsaheylu back to his pali and galloping away.

  "wait," he speaks before being shoved along behind tsu'tey, "what's happening?" he now urgently asks us. neytiri and i don't reply as we interlock our hands and follow behind the warriors. 

  tsu'tey’s warriors on pali's ride in front of us and when we finally get close to hometree, they lift their spears and let out war cry's that i presume are for the other na'vi in the clan be alerted to their presence. we cut passed the warriors and the man to be in front of them as the rest of the clan spreads a path to let us pass. 

  i can tell by the rest of the clan's body language that they're on edge but curious about the man's role and why we were bringing him into our (like second) most sacred place.

  neytiri and i walk powerfully in front, leading the man to the front of the spiral stairs leading up to different levels in hometree. neytiri lets go of my hand and turns towards the man in order to harshly grab his bicep. eytukan looks up from where he was conversing with another na'vi just in time to see neytiri walk the man up to him. "father..." she speaks.

  "i see you," she says, gesturing her two pointer and middle finger to her head in a affectionate greeting. "eytukan, i see you," i do the same while walking up to stand beside neytiri, i'll admit it, i certainly haven't connected with eytukan as much of a father figure as i have with mo'at as a mother figure. but i was still expected to be respectful, especially to the leader of the clan i was residing in, much less the father of the woman i was mated with. 

  eytukan walks down and walks up to the dreamwalker, daring his eyes to challenge the other man’s, though the only 'greeting' the man does is nod his head to eytukan. 

  "this creature..." he finally speaks in na'vi making his way back to stand in front of neytiri and i, "why do you bring him here?"

  "i was going to kill him..." she spoke, holding a hand to her stomach, "but there was a sign from eywa," she continues. 

  "i have said..." eytukan contradicts, "no dreamwalker will come here."

  "what's he saying?" the man pipes up, as eytukan speaks, "his alien smell fills my nose." 

  "hey, what's he saying?" the man asks again, i turn my head slightly before speaking, "our father is deciding whether to kill you."

  "your father. it's nice to meet you sir," the man observes before moving to hold out his hand in a greeting before a bunch of warriors surround him and tsu'tey walks forward in a threatening manner, baring his fangs.

  i hiss, barring my fangs as well before harshly pushing him back into the arms of surrounding warriors. "step back!" neytiri and i sharply look to the stairs in which our mother is walking down, "i will look at this alien."

  "that is mother," neytiri says, looking down, i follow her lead as mo'at walks, observing the man. neytiri continues, "she is tsahlik. the one who interprets the way of eywa."

  "who's eywa?" the man looks over to us as mo'at continues to make a full circle around him, lightly brushing his shoulder, grabbing his braid and inspecting it, and grabbing his tail. 

  "what are you called?" she speaks, deep and powerful meaning to such simple words.

  "jake sully."

  mo'at takes the freshly sharpened knife from her holder, sitting on her chest before striking the man's chest. she takes the knife and slides it across her tongue. 

  "why do you come to us?" she asks. 

  "i came to learn," the man-- jake sully responds. 

  putting her knife back into the holder hanging around her neck, she says, "we have tried to teach other sky people."

  "it is hard to fill a cup in which is already full."

  "well, my cup is empty, trust me." he smirks, "just ask dr augustine. i'm no scientist." 

  "what are you?"

  jake licks his lips before speaking, "i was a marine. a..." he pauses before continuing, "a warrior of the jarhead clan."

  "a warrior!" we hear, turning towards tsu'tey as he begins to run forward, "i could kill him easily!" eytukan holds a hand to his chest in a motion that's holding his back from charging. 

  "no!" mo'at speaks.

  "this is the first warrior dreamwalker... we have seen," eytukan speaks to the whole clan. 

  "we need to learn more about him," i notice tsu'tey's ears flip back and side-eye eytukan from where he's standing beside him.

  "my daughters..." mo'at comes to us speaking, "you will teach him our way..." neytiri hisses loudly before mo'at continues, "to speak and walk as we do." 

  i get flashbacks to the first time i met mo'at and neytiri speaks the exact same words as that day, "why me? that's not fair..." mo'at holds up a halting hand, neytiri hissing and stomping a foot in petulance. i smile at her as a form of reassurance, her eyes lighting up just a little bit. 

  "it is decided. my daughters will teach you our ways," mo'at walks up to the man, "learn well jakesully."

  "then we will see if your insanity can be cured." 

the clan is chattering along as we make our way up hometree's steps to the level in which we eat on; neytiri and i walk confidently through the heaps of na'vi crouched down. as we enter, the talking starts to die down as this jakesully follows behind us. 

  "good evening," he speaks, "please don't get up," he says while waving his hand and  walking towards where neytiri and i our standing, along the way, stepping on a few tails. neytiri pushes on his arm when he's near, pushing him further until he's squatting on the ground. 

  i watch as neytiri walks forward to grab our food, when i turn my head i see jake conversating with a na'vi man beside him. 

  "hey, how you doing?" he asks, the little girl beside him, presumably his daughter starts to hold her hand out to touch him, with a smile on her face, her father pushes her back, speaking a warning out to the girl in na'vi. 

  i tune out just in time to see neytiri walk back with heaps of food wrapped in leaves, she squats, handing one to me and one to the man, "thank you," he says. at least he knows manners.

  "you know, i don't even know your names," he speaks, directing to us. 

  "neytiri te ckaha mo'at’ite," neytiri talks fast, i smile as i remember the day she said those exact same words to me.

  the man chuckles nervously, "again, a whole lot slower?" he then looks to me, "what about you?"

  "ney'ite," i speak. 

  "neytiri," she says slower.

  "neytili, neytie," he tries.

  "neytiri," she pronounces slowly, "ney'ite.." she says again. 

  "neytiri, ney'ite," he says slowly, "it's nice to meet you neytiri and ney'ite." 

  "it's nice..."

neytiri and i walk along the big branches holding our hammocks up, neytiri jumps down into our hammock and holds her hand out for me, i slide down into the hammock, starting to settle down into neytiri arms. 

  i slightly open my eyes to see jake jump in the hammock next to us, he turns to us with his head on his elbow, i feel neytiri flip us over so that she can brush the strings of the hammock with her light feathery touch, turning us away from the man. 

  i rest my head on the warm bare skin of her breast, while she gently nestles me under her body. love cocoon, i think sweetly...

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[clonemando]

And Threes Makes Three

Rex and Wolffe finally get to bring home the Cadet they're adopting together.

or read it here, under the cut:

important tags:

CT-7567 | Rex/CC-3636 | Wolffe

implied Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi/ARC-77 | Fordo

Adoption

Domestic Fluff

Rex and Wolffe adopt a Cadet Together

Disabilities

Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars)

Canon Divergence - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008)

Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars)

Anakin Skywalker Faces Consequences

Obi-Wan Kenobi Raises Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker

Wolffe squeezed Rex’s hand nervously as they walked into a busy office in the new Jedi temple. There were already clones and Jedi waiting in seats to be called and a few in line ahead of them to talk to the receptionists to check in. 

“Hello, I’m Ja’nari, how can I help you today?” A nice human looking Jedi asked, brown hair clipped back to stay out of her face. 

“I’m Commander Wolffe and this is my husband Rex. We, uh, have an appointment about adopting a cadet?” He said feeling his heart flip a few times in his chest and Rex squeezed his hand back. 

“Oh, yes! You’re here about Threes. He’s part of Sneko Clan right now, I remember Arlena mentioning he might be being adopted soon. Here, fill this out and bring it back when you’re finished and we’ll get you in soon.” She said handing them a datapad which Rex took and gestured to the seats nearby before calling up the next group in line.

Sitting down Wolffe peeked at the form as Rex started to fill everything out. “Didn’t we already fill this out last time we were here?” He asked, remembering they had been made to fill out enough paperwork to supply two full battalions and they would know. It had taken ages and been exhausting to try to figure some of the questions out since the forms had seemed to be meant for natborns. 

“These are different and there’s only two. I think it’s just finalizing stuff to make sure nothing has changed since the last time we were here.” Rex said finishing up easily enough and returning the pad to Ja’nari before returning to sit next to Wolffe. 

Wolffe fidgeted. “What if Fox was right? I might not be good at this Rex. I-” He whispered but Rex knocked their shoulders together. 

“Firstly, Fox apologized for that already and only said that because you provoked him. Secondly, Fox's opinion doesn’t actually matter in the end, only ours, even if he did actually think the things he said, which I know for a fact he does not. Wolffe, we went over this like a hundred times already. You like Threes. I like Threes. Threes likes both of us. We have the space and money and time to take care of him. We’ve both taken care of entire battalions before. We can take care of one single cadet.” He reminded him. Wolffe snorted. 

“You make everything sound so simple and logical… Did you steal those lines from Gen- Master Koon?” He teased and it was Rex’s turn to snort. 

“I have my own good ideas from time to time you know. I definitely didn’t get them from my own General after all.” He huffed but his expression twisted at the reminder of Skywalker and Wolffe wrapped an arm around his shoulder and squeezed letting Rex lean his head against him. 

After Palpatine had been dealt with, Skywalker had pretty much lost his mind. He wanted Fox and Cody tried for treason even with news that they had saved Obi-Wan’s life and that the Chancellor had been a Sith available. When the Council refused he had planned to go after them himself but he had gone to ask Fives for help and Fives had commed Rex who had in turn warned Fox and Cody and got help from the other Jedi. 

The confrontation had been nasty because somehow Senator Amidala had found out and showed up to confront her husband and a whole load of new information had been spilled about Anakin having killed an entire tribe back on Tatooine before the war and Padme helping him over it up. Skywalker had accused her of sleeping with Kenobi, force choked her, and then started fighting Mace and Kit who had shown up to stop him. 

Rex had managed to draw his attention when he realized that his General’s power was even too much for the pair of Jedi to handle on their own and Fives had shot him with three stun blasts before he went down. 

Wolffe had been helping with a relief mission and hadn’t heard anything until Rex commed him later and told him everything through his tears. They didn’t find out until later that Padme had gone into an early labor due to the stress and given birth to twins. Once she had recovered, Padme had apparently planned on giving the pair up for adoption since Anakin had been arrested and she had been forced to give up her seat in the Senate as her own crimes came to light while Anakin’s were investigated. 

Obi-Wan was a mess but as Anakin’s once legal guardian and a close friend of Padme’s he had offered to take the kids in once it was known that Padme’s family weren’t interested in claiming the children born of their child’s lies. Alpha-17 and Fordo had both stepped up and offered to help.

Wolffe hadn’t heard anything about it until he had returned from the scouting mission he was on with Plo looking at different planets that might work for the clones. Rex had nearly tackled him off the platform as he was leaving the ship and started crying until Wolffe had been able to get him somewhere private and coax the story from him. 

“Commanders Wolffe and Rex?” The receptionist calling them dragged Wolffe from his memories and he and Rex stood to walk back over to the counter where they were directed to walk through a door to the right and then down the hall to the last door. The office they arrived at belonged to the Besalisk Jedi who was dealing with their case, Master Arlena. “Wolffe, Rex! Good to see you! Come in and sit! I have good news!” She said using a pair of arms to guide them into the room while another closed the door behind them. 

“We were approved?” Rex asked and she nodded with a wide grin. 

“You were! Obviously things are different for the clone cadets and how adoption is working for them especially for other clones and Jedi who are interested but everything went through smoothly. I have some papers for you to add to your files but after you leave here tonight you can pick Threes up from Sneko Clan and take him home. I already called ahead and let the creche master know.” She assured them and started to spread out some papers across her desk explaining they had Threes get a full medical work up and had all his information available for them, and it was in the Temple’s system.

“Obviously Threes’ disabilities means he has regular check ups but I’m sure you’re used to dealing with Wolffe’s own appointments. He’s already enrolled in classes so you won’t have to worry about his schooling. The first home check will be next month but you both have all the numbers on this page here if you need any help at all before then. Remember there’s no shame in asking for help but letting issues fester will only lead to them getting worse with time. Do you have any questions for me?” She asked and Wolffe looked at Rex who was looking over the documents they’d be taking with them, eyes looking a little red. 

“No ma’am. We’re excited to show Threes his new home. Our batchmates are already planning a party if Threes agrees to it. Everyone is really excited to meet him.” Wolffe said and she stood. 

“In that case, congratulations and don’t let me keep you! Reach out for anything, I’m happy to help and it’s been a joy helping you both and Threes find each other.” She said shaking their hands as she ushered them out at a friendly pace but Wolffe knew that with the number of cadets they were still trying to get homed and how bust the office was she likely didn’t have time to dawdle. 

Leaving the office felt like a blur and soon he and Rex were just standing in the middle of a hallway in the temple staring at each other. 

“We… that… Did we really?” Rex asked as the tears finally spilled over even as his lips kept twitching up into a grin and Wolffe found his own smile catching before he dragged Rex in for a desperate kiss. 

“We’re parents now. We have our own kid. Threes gets to come home with us!” He cheered and Rex started laughing breathlessly along with him. 

“We should go get him then! Classes will be out in another hour. We can surprise him and stop by the shops to get ice cream on the way home.” Rex suggested and Wolffe nodded both of them holding hands as they hurried off toward where they knew Threes’ clan was so they could collect him after his class. 

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Threes bit his lip as he hugged his plush loth-wolf tightly. It had been a gift from Commander Wolffe after the second time they met and it was so soft and warm it helped when Threes got overwhelmed. He especially liked that Rex had helped him switch out one of the wolf’s eyes and sew the fabric so it looked like Commander Wolffe’s eye did. 

The day had been rough from the start. Firstly one of his clan mates had stolen his loth-wolf from his that morning and refused to give it back until Threes had gone to tell the creche master about it then they had spent the day calling him a tattle-tale and giving him a grumpy look since they had gotten a talking to. After mid-meal no one had wanted him on their team for their sword fighting games because of his messed up hands so he had ended up sitting alone in the garden until it was time to return to classes. Then he had to take the class with his least favorite teacher, Mr Frellin. He wasn’t mean but Threes felt like he had some sort of grudge against him because he always insisted on Threes having to write all his assignments by hand. Technically Threes could write on his own thanks to the surgeries that had been done and the fact he did have three usable fingers on each hand but it caused his hands to cramp up if he had to do it for long stretches of time and it hurt. 

His other teachers let him dictate his assignments to helper droids where it would get printed out instead. He didn’t understand why Mr Frellin insisted on making things harder for him when there was an easier way but the man insisted he was doing it for Threes’ own good and that he’d thank him for it in the future. 

Then as they were walking back to their rooms the same bully from earlier had finally poked the wrong nerve reminding Threes that Rex and Wolffe hadn’t been by to visit in over a month now and that they had probably gotten bored of him. Threes had tackled him and they had fought until the Creche master dragged them apart and sent both of them to their rooms where a nurse had eventually come to check on him and then check on the bully to make sure neither of them had been badly hurt. 

“Well we were going to get ice cream but that might be considered reinforcing bad behavior.” Rex’s voice broke through Threes’ moping and he immediately jumped up to throw his arms around Rex and hug him.

“You saw the kid’s form Rex, we should be encouraging a good tackle like that and it’s not like I haven’t done worse to Fox in our own scuffles. At least he didn’t bite the other kid.” Wolffe cut in and wrapped Threes in another hug from behind. 

“You came back!” He said squeezing as tightly as he could and Rex ran his fingers through Threes’ hair gently.

“Of course we did, did you think we wouldn’t? We told you we were going to adopt you. Sorry it took so long. The data-forms were all made for natborns and took twice as long to process as we expected.” Rex sighed. 

“I wasn’t sure if you really meant it. Lots of people say things and don’t mean them.” Threes murmured softly. Alpha-17 had promised that Threes wouldn’t get separated from his batch after all and yet Ka’ra Squad had been separated as soon as they were all brought to the temple. 

“We meant it, kid. We’re actually here because it’s all done. You’re coming home with us, if you haven’t changed your mind that is?” Wolffe asked and Threes looked up at him with wide hopeful eyes. 

“Really?! I… I get to go with you?” He asked and Rex nodded with a smile. 

“As of today we are officially your buir’e. You’re stuck with us. Unfortunately for you Wolffe snores so snuggling in our bed in the middle of the night won’t help you sleep. But he can make a mean hoth-chocolate so I forgive him.” Rex teased and Wolffe rolled his eyes. 

Threes moved to latch onto Wolffe in a hug next and Rex started moving around to gather up Threes things from the room packing them in a bag he had brought with him. 

“We’re going out for ice cream to celebrate and then we’ll get you settled in your new room. Since its Primeday you have a few days before you need to be in class again. Our vode want to meet you too if you’re okay with it. Cody and my twin Fox are here for the next few weeks visiting so they offered to stop by for a little party but we wanted to make sure you were okay with it first. 

“Cody? You mean like… the Commander Cody of the 7th sky? Of course I want to meet him! He’s the coolest clone in the whole GAR! He punched Grievous in the face and helped kill the Sith lord!Who wouldn’t want to meet Cody?!��� He asked bouncing now and both Rex and Wolffe shared a look Threes didn’t understand over his head but he didn’t care. He got to meet Cody!

“Way to make the rest of us feel loved kiddo.” Wolffe huffed and Threes rolled his eyes at him. 

“I mean you and Rex are cool too but Commander Cody is a legend!” He continued to babble away scooping up his loth-wolf to hug as Rex finished packing and slung the bag over his shoulder. 

“I’m sure Cody will love you too twerp. He’s actually a nerd though so don’t set your hopes too high. His name isn’t Cody for no reason.” Rex huffed a laugh as they started leading Threes out. 

“Isn’t it like another version of Kote? Like Glory?” Threes asked and Wolffe started laughing while Rex’s lips twitched. 

“He might tell you that but it started off as Codes because he kept whispering the reg codes in his sleep.” Wolffe told him while Threes gaped at him. 

“What?! No way! That’s… so lame!” He squeaked, not sure if they were telling him the truth or not but just happy to get to spend time with them again… his parents. The thought made him beam and hug Wolffe again, stopping their movement for a moment before Wolffe just scooped him up under one arm and kept moving, making Threes giggle. 

“You won’t make me late for ice cream kid, not even with hugs.” Wolffe hummed and Rex shook his head fondly. 

“We have all the time in the galaxy now. You can’t be late when there’s no deadline.” Rex pointed out and Threes felt like his heart was going to explode from just how happy that thought made him. 

They had forever now. 

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 14.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“So you told them?”

You were headed into Bella’s room so she could finish getting ready for school. You had stopped by early just to avoid being around your family after last night. Jacob had stayed for dinner and you showed him your room for the first time. When he left, you were bombarded with questions from your family.

“Hmmm, it more accidentally slipped out… someone’s been in here,” you said upon entering the room.

“What?”

“I can smell something extra and it’s not ours or Charlie.”

“Where’s my sweater?” Bella muttered to herself. “I could’ve sworn I put it on the chair. I was gonna wear it to school today.”

You grabbed a random sweater from Bella’s closet and threw it at her to put on. You grabbed your friend’s wrist and dragged her back downstairs.

“We need to go. Call the school and say you’re sick today.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Just do it, Bella.”

You started your car and began to drive back to your place. You texted your siblings and then went to call Carlisle who was currently on shift at the hospital.

“Dad? We have a problem… no, a serious problem… ten minutes away, okay, see you soon.”

~~

“Who is it? Someone we know?” Carlisle asked as everyone met up at the house.

“Stranger,” Edward said. “I went back to the house, didn’t recognize the scent.”

“A nomad passing through?” Esme asked.

Rosalie shook her head. “A passerby wouldn’t have left Charlie alive.”

“Scent disappeared five miles south of Bella’s house.” Jasper entered the house. “Someone’s orchestrating this.”

“Victoria?” Bella suggested.

“I would’ve seen her decide.” Alice hadn’t had a vision in two or three days.

“Then the Volturi?”

“I don’t think it’s the Volturi either. I’ve been watching Aro’s decisions too.”

“Okay. So we’ll keep looking,” Emmet said.

“We take shifts guarding Bella and her house.” Carlisle ordered.

“And I’ll tell the pack.” You pulled out your phone ready to text Jacob.

“Another protection detail?” Rosalie stared down Bella.

“Rosalie…”

“No, she’s right,” Bella said. “You guys can’t protect me, watch my dad, search for this mystery stranger, and keep yourselves fed.”

“Don’t forget about Victoria,” Rosalie added.

“I’m not leaving you defenseless,” Edward said.

None of you were sure how to proceed. Edward nodded to you as he read your mind. Jacob came over to Bella’s house to pick up the intruder’s scent. Only Jacob was needed, just from the mindlink the wolves shared they would be able to pick up on the scent if Jacob shared it with them. Jacob jumped out of Bella’s room window and met you guys in the front yard.

“Whoever it was left a major stink behind. It’ll be hard to miss when we cross it again. We’ll handle it from here.”

Edward frowned, not liking the commanding tone Jacob took. “We don’t need you to handle anything or anyone. It was just to warn you.”

“I couldn’t care less what you need. We’re done here.”

“No, you’re done here.”

You quickly got in between the two of them before it got heated.

“Will you two quit it. Jake, Edward’s my family. And Ed, you need to back off. I won’t talk to either of you if we continue like this.”

~~

“Doesn’t he own a shirt?” Edward asked annoyed.

The rest of your family had to hunt so the pack was in charge of Bella today. The three of you met Jacob at his car. You ran over to your boyfriend you picked you up and spun you around. Jacob had said something about a party at the res.

You were excited about whatever party it was because the whole pack was off patrol today because of it. The other boys were lounging around, playing with your dog back at Emily’s house. You, Jacob, and Bella were in the garage. Jake was taking his free time to fix up some issues with his car.

“This is the first time I’ve ever actually been in here.”

“I forgot you’ve only ever seen this place on a very tiny screen,” Bella said from where she was sitting on a spare tire. She threw a bag of chips to where you sat in the driver’s seat with the door open.

“Well, you weren’t missing much babe. Welcome to the garage. Do me a favor and start the car again.”

Once Jacob felt the car was fine, you all made your way back to Sam’s house. There were a few more hours left before the party. The boys were really starting to get used to you around and as long as you kept bringing your dog around, they’d probably love you even more. You came out of the bathroom to where everyone was gathered in the dining room. You stumbled a little and had to grab the table to regain balance.

“(Y/N)?” Jacob looked at you concerned. The wolves went quiet. “When was the last time you ate?”

“The chips in the garage, had a big dinner a couple of days ago.”

“Not human food.”

You had to sit down, your head started swimming. “Since Emmett crossed the treaty line, maybe? I don’t even think I finished it.”

“You need blood, (Y/N).”

“I guess it just slipped my mind. It’s not like I crave it.”

“But you said you need it don’t you?”

The wolves jumped back when you looked up from having your head in your hands. Your normally gold eyes were dark brown almost black.

“That can’t be good for you,” Jared said.

“Jake, can you hand me my bag?”

Everyone watched as Jacob scrambled to hand you your bag. You reached inside and pulled out a blood bag.

“Alice packed my bag this morning. I know she saw this coming.”

“Oh that’s disgusting,” Paul looked away. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Yeah… it’s different actually seeing you drink,” Embry muttered before turning away himself.

You drank enough to keep you feeling sustained.

“That’s barely the bag.” Jake’s words made everyone turn to you. He was right. You barely made a dent in the bag.

“I don’t want anymore. It kind of tastes bad… I’m fine, Jake.” You added seeing the doubt on Jacob’s face. “Are you sure about the party?”

You took one more sip just to appease Jacob before putting the blood bag up.

“Yeah, we don’t want to be party crashers,” Bella added.

“Technically, you’re council meeting crashers,” Sam said.

“The council leaders are Quil’s grandfather, my dad, and Sue took over for Harry,” Jacob explained.

“Okay, then we should really not be here.” Bella rubbed at her palms.

“It’s fine, we thought it’d be good for you to hear the histories.”

“The histories? Like the tribe’s histories, aren’t they secret?”

“You guys are very involved in this world, you deserve to know.”

“Plus,” Paul added. “Imprints definitely need to know. Ha, managed to make her blush.”

“Huh?”

You opened the camera on your phone to see he was right. It wasn’t really blush, but there was definitely a warmth to your face in the places a human would blush that was slightly off color from the rest of your skin.

The wolves grew nervous. Jacob’s thoughts were loud and from what they gathered, none of this was supposed to happen to a vampire. Rock hard skin meant no blushing ever, so why could he see some warmth in your cheeks.  Anything happens to an imprint and it affects the whole pack. Maybe Bella wasn’t the only one needing protection.

~~

Seth and Leah gave you massive hugs upon seeing you.

“Oh it feels like it’s been forever.”

Leah pushed you playfully. “Yeah, first Alaska and then wolves… can’t believe you’re a bloodsucker now.”

“Now, last time I checked, I’ve been like this for about four decades now, five if we count the human days. Why are you two looking at me like that?”

“We were prepared to hear a lot older. You’re not even as old as the elders.”

“I’m pretty freshly turned. You want old, the next youngest in our family is Alice… from the 1920s.”

You sat in between Jacob and Leah as Billy told the story of the Third Wife. Every time he mentioned Cold Ones, Billy wouldn’t look in your direction. The stories were what they were, there was no changing them but he didn’t want to drive the point home about killing your kind. Not when you directly weren’t involved or were ever involved. Billy felt a thousand times better when he had discovered you had never had a taste of human blood in your life.

(Part 15)...

[lurafita]

Challenge time!

I got a challenge. So I found this:

random generator thing. I typed in the different species we know from canon (tv-show canon for me), and that will randomly assign a species for a character. Like you press go for Magnus, write down result, then press go for Alec, write down result, and so on. Then, once the species have been assigned to the characters, you need to think up a prompt for them. My picks will be under the cut.

Magnus: Shadowhunter

Alec: Higher demon/prince of hell

Jace: Seelie

Izzy: Angel

Clary: Werewolf

Simon: Vampire (🤣)

Raphael: Vampire (Are you kidding me?!)

Catarina: Vampire (is this thing broken?)

Ragnor: Mundane

Maia: Mundane

Luke: Warlock (finally got a warlock in the mix)

okay, I will cap it here for now, other characters can be assigned later if need be.

uff. this is surprisingly hard.

Magnus is the only shadowhunter.

Alec as a higher demon has potential, not gonna lie.

Seelie Jace. hmmm.

and Izzy an angel. Then there could still be a sibling relationship between her and alec, actually. Alec is simply a fallen angel. Izzy didn't fall because she still follows the doctrine. though she might fall as the plot progresses.

Clary as a werewolf. Guess that is easy enough. She could be a mundane that had an encounter with a rogue werewolf, and Magnus found/saved her. Not knowing whether or not she will turn, he can't take her to a hospital. If she needed medical attention, he would probably take her to the institute, where they could also monitor if she changes, dies, or remains mundane. after the change, he can get her to the nearest wolf clan and inform them of the rogue that got her.

simon could also start out as a mundane, maybe he was even with clary when she was bitten and Magnus had to take him along as well. as both simon and clary then want to learn more about the shadow world, simon lands himself on the business end of a pair of vamp fangs. (could be Camille)

Raphael and Catarina could have history. Catarina could be leader of the clan! maybe she was the one who turned raphael in a bit to save his life.

Ragnor could be like a mundane university professor who is well versed in obscured knowledge and the history of mysterious stuff. Maybe Magnus is enrolled in one of his classes, because he has discovered that some of the mundane knowledge about all that goes bump in the dark can be surprinsgly helpful

Maia… I don't know yet.

Luke could be the high warlock of the territory.

okay, how to bring higher demon/prince of hell Alec into the mix.

obviously there would have to be some kind of summoning.

or alec himself decided to visit the mundane plain for a bit, because why not?

and maybe he just happens to witness the shadowhunter that is so uniquely dressed for his kind, fighting off demons, or that rogue werewolf, or whatever. and he takes a shine to him.

Or, Clary was supposed to be a shadowhunter (like her canon counterpart), and Luke was the high warlock who blocked her sight/erased her memories, and the werewolf thing just happened. So when the transformation seems to mess with Clary more than it should, because there is a magical block involved (which they don't know at this point), Magnus calls in the high warlock. Luke helps Clary through the transforamtion, but then in order to have the chaotic energies in Clary balance out, they need to get her her memories back. And just like Magnus in canon, Luke had given them to a demon for safekeeping. The demon in question happens to be Alec.

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Finally ready to talk about how Nie Huaisang’s revelation of his Sect’s immoral sacrifices to the Sword Spirit in Fatal Journey directly calls back to the main show’s overarching plot re: the vilification of the entire Wen clan, and the subsequent persecution of Wei Wuxian for attempting to stand up for the Dafan Wen sect.

Most notably, this parallel occurs as Nie Huaisang challenges his brother on why the Nie can heartlessly sacrifice human beings for the sake of controlling the sword spirit:

["This is not balance, but sacrificing flesh and blood."]

I don’t think I can even try to describe how this line so perfectly frames the ideological argument of the value of human life against some higher measure of worth. Especially as Zonghui tries to reason that:

["Those corpses belong to evil men."]

To the contrary, this only serves to strengthen Nie Huaisang’s conviction, because it doesn’t matter to him if they were good or evil. He looks straight into his older brother’s eyes as he counters:

["Aren't they human beings?"]

Consider the weight of the entire chronological plot of MDZS, of Wei Wuxian’s character arc, until this moment:

How, at this point in the main story’s time-skip, Nie Huaisang may still be grieving the loss of his friend and trying to reconcile his experience of Wei-xiong's character with the reputation of Yiling Laozu - and how that reputation was both built up and torn down by the very Sect leaders who remain in power: his brother included.  

Consider how Nie Huaisang, in this moment, may remember that his dear friend stood up against everyone - again, the Nie included - when he dared speak out against this same polarised judgement of good and evil, and how Wei-xiong died for it.

And so now, here, Nie Huaisang finally dares to ask - 

“Are you qualified for deciding their fate?”

Of course, at this point, we know that Nie Mingjue himself was a young leader newly minted by war, trying to balance the welfare of his clan against the will of the more powerful sects, and that (more pertinent to the plot of Fatal Journey) he is simply trying to maintain Nie tradition and carry out the role he has been taught to assume since childhood.

But just like his friend before him (and with a fair amount of desperation, considering this might very well be the moment Nie Huaisang fully comprehends the consequences of Dage’s illness - that he will eventually, and is already, sacrificing himself for the same end) Nie Huaisang dares to ask his brother, “Even if [our ancestors] are wrong, you would follow their lead?”

This scene is, of course, much more than an echo of past prejudices from the war against the Wen. It becomes a question of Nie Mingjue’s sanity - how much his illness is influencing his perception of reality, and how it not only perpetuates the prejudices from the war, but also actively harms the Nie by exposing the skewed morals at the core of their clan identity.

But that aside, it is this conflict of ideology that Nie Huaisang exposes which brings us right back to Wei Wuxian, and his stand against the main Sects and their systematic prejudice. In this moment, Nie Huaisang recognises that same flaw, and calls it out in his brother - not only for his current actions, but (with some internal, existential horror) for the crimes of their ancestors the Nie are built upon: sacrificing human beings in order to maintain a fallacy of harmony that is ultimately corrupt.

I wonder if Nie Huaisang would later think back on this moment and grieve in understanding for his friend.

I wonder if his choices from then on - from this moment of Fatal Journey to the resurrection of Wei Wuxian, and further - Nie Huaisang's actions were partially guided by the example of Wei Wuxian.

Am I thinking about a demonic cultivator Nie Huaisang now? Yes absolutely.

I could go on, but I’m gunna stop here. I’m just so full of feelings for the character growth of Nie Huaisang in Fatal Journey.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 172

Chapter 172: "Free"

Oh, Peter's about to fall alright but it ain't gonna be graceful. Also, so silly of him to think that a knife would be enough to kill Emma. The girl survived being stabbed by Leuvis for fuck's sake, the hell is a small blade gonna do? Ain't no way the boys would even let him get close enough to do any sort of damage to Emma either.

As much as I hate him, that slight pause he takes before he breaks out into that stupid, over-exaggerated grin is hilarious.

I love that Emma responds just as passionately as Gillian did at the start of the flashback, showing us how real her feelings are and that she's not just saying this to appease everyone. So many people (within the story and among readers) believe Emma to be this kind and generous soul and while it's completely true that she has a heart of gold, she's also capable of harboring such negative emotions. She's just real good about not always acting upon them.

This whole page is full of pain and I don't wanna dwell on it long since it'll only upset me, but damn, these kids are gonna need some therapy once they reach the human world.

She wants the killing to stop so badly that she'll even hold back on any more violence and I love her so much for it. Of course I wouldn't want her to experience such depressing emotions either. Our girl deserves to be happy and free!

I think of Nigel's words so often, honestly. Also, a rare moment that Ray & Ayshe share a panel. Literally the only reason why I wanted included that row of everyone. Just to look at 'em.

Emma is absolutely a dreamer and we adore her for it. Seriously, you gotta be so strong to be this optimistic while living in such a cruel world. Being soft ain't bad either, she's just got lots of feelings! And it's great how often the kids bring up doing everything they can so they won't have any regrets. I really gotta start living by that idea. & that panel of surprised Emma & Ray is so precious.

Okay my Isabella bias it totally jumping in here but I wouldn't necessarily call her or the other moms & sisters weak. If they gave up their lives at the gate when they were shipped, then maybe, but those ladies fought so hard during their caretaker training to stay alive, ya know? Sure they might not have taken any chances to change how the world works, but with how much they feared for their own lives, I wouldn't blame them. I get where Emma might be coming from though, such as being weak in terms of following the orders of the farm system. But yeah, no one really had control over their own lives in this world with fear being such a prominent force behind everyone's actions.

Kinda amazing how many Emma Ratri fics and fanarts have resulted from this one panel by simply existing.

I dunno about that, honey. Yeah Peter cries after James' death, but he seemed perfectly fine giving the order to the clan to kill his brother anyway.

Favorite panel/moment:

It fills me with great joy seeing the boys continue to protect Emma throughout this long conversation. Probably the only reason why Peter held his hands up the entire chapter despite Emma lowering her weapon and eventually dropping it on the ground.

[sugarakis-p2]

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

[yahoodarling]

Kazuha X (GN)Reader X Aether PART 1

Warnings: Mentions of Tomos death, obsessive reader, manipulation

This is a base to build on for PART 2, more notes at the end of the fic.

The air was in unease, a looming presences lay heavy over Kazuha and Aethers shoulders. They stood in the wild, enjoying some time wandering Liyues hills together until the scent of danger hung over them.

"I cant tell what it is." Kazuha whispered, eyes and ears on alert as he scanned the trees and bushes.

"I cant either. This is weird, i don't like it."

"Lets just get out of here!" Paimon said, hinding behind Aether.

"Get in the teapot. Ill call you when its safe, wait for me." Aether says as he brings the teapot out which Paimon hesitantly enters.

"Now that thats done we should focus."

"Agreed. Lets just make some distance." They both move to walk out the sandwood forest, still on high awareness.

"This alludes me. I cant figure it out." Kazuha said slightly frustrated at being unable to detect what he usually could.

"What do you think it could be?"

"Im not s-"

"Im rather hurt Kazuha." You jeer, appearing out of thin air thanks to the electro vision sat on your hip. "You used to be able to notice my sound even in storm yet you couldnt here, should i take offense to that?" You laugh with a smile. 

"Who-" Aether was cut of by himself as he looked to Kazuha for help, the look of clear dread on Kazuhas face made Aether hault in his words. 

"Hey! Whats wrong?!"

"Id say. Cant even say hello back to an old friend?"

Kazuhas face molded from shock to a slight grimace, his teeth gritted together. 

Aether was surprised, he had never seen Kazuha like this before. He stood on guard but mind ran with questions.

"Hmmm… i have time, why dont i explain the situation to you my dear golden traveller?" You say with a perky voice. "Come sit." You sit down on the grass and lay your sword to the side out of arms grasp, a show of temporary peace. Aether hesitantly sat down too, not sure how else to respond while Kazuha sat close next to him.

"You see, ive come for his head." You say with a smile. The blunt words made Athers stomach churn.

"Heres the story…"

The Kaedahara clan were masters of iron, their smiths skilled at smelting swords only true warriors could weild, every sword a unique build to match a unique person. Your family were a high ranking martial clan for the Shogun, masters of many wepons and worked in the shadows for her almightys wishes. Together the two clans joined, the one smelted the blades, the other gave each blade a purpose. You and Kazuha grew up together, both training to weild swords, enjoying practise together as kids, running in the wilderness as teens and striking down foes as young adults. Kazuhas skills were refined in order to understand a blade but yours were mastered and focused on. The skill difference never mattered, you both simply enjoyed the time spent. Two good friends became three and Tomo joined, a tight group forming and many nights spent laying in fields with swords and visions to the side and laughing at memories and stories to share. A close bond knit between the three of you, a bond that was put under a great strain.

"Just do it! Its the almighty Shoguns orders. We dont need our visions, we can fight just as well with out them." you tell your friends.

"Thats not the point, its what they mean." Kazuha rebukes with Tomo nodding along.

"I must agree, there is more from the future we can unlock. I cant just give my aspirations away."

"So you choose power over loyalty?" You sneer, disgust on your face.

"Its not that and you know it."

"Then what is it?! They wont stop till each vision is in their possesion and it is our duty as Inazumas citizens to follow our archon. What ever reasons she has is just enough for me."

"But its not for me"

You huff but you swallow your anger. "Fine. Im still handing mine in but i wont report you guys. Just, dont cause a mess." You give up dissapointed in your closest friends.

"Thank you" Kazuha says with a smile back on his face. "Even in disagreement we can still find acceptance, in that i find our bond special."

"Im gonna follow my families orders, i just hope they dont collide with our friendship."

"We will stay safe." Tomo nods with a confident smile.

"You watched him die." Kazuha interrupts. "You stood to the side and watched him give his life with out even a glance to protect him."

"It was his choice and i was under orders."

"Ive come to terms with his passing but… it still hurts that you just watched emotionlessly, unblinking at the death of our dearist friend. Does it not hurt you? Do you not feel sorrow in your soul?" He asks, almost pleaing. 

"Anyway, …" you continue ignoring Kazuha

"How can i forgive you?"

"It was his fault. I warned you." 

The rain blurred out your meeting with the newly declared criminal.

"What now?" Kazuha asks dejected, eyes empty as he held Tomos dim vision.

"Pass me the vision." You say sternly. 

Kazuha looks up with a face of disgust. "You cant suggest that… You wish to give his vision?! All we have left?! Handing it away would be like surrendering him to them, i cannot allow that."

"Its the law."

"What happened to you excusing us?"

"There is no more 'us', just 'you' so give it to me by orders of-"

"Shut it! Shut up please!" Kazuha kneeled down into the dirt, rain soaking him that his tears went unnoticed. He couldnt keep himself stable, faced with a friends death and anothers betrayal, the comfort he wished for was not recieved.

You let him cry, you wernt a monster and you were his friend but you also had a duty, to your family and the Electro Archon.

"Two weeks. In two weeks time i must begin my hunt to take you down. After Tomos stunt you revield yourself and i cant hide you any more. I apologise but i cant hold my promise, i did what i could but my hands are tied." You turn around and walk away, not allowing grief to take hold of you and only the battle lust and mix of frustration and anger take its place, what your family provoked and army demanded of from you. "For the Shogun" you say and leave.

After two weeks you took on your task and began to track down your old friend. In the months to pass it was a game of cat and mouse, a hunter and prey. The fact Kazuha still had his vision while you did not have yours put you in great dissadvantage but you persisted and soon your battle lust grew, the chase excited you, everytime you saw Kazuhas shocked and hurt face excited you. This became a game, a game that hooked you. You missed what you once had with him and Tomo but that was all gone. What you were now was one of the Shoguns dogs, happy to fufil your masters demands.

Kazuah took to sea and you could not follow, bounded by the law you had to hault your chase over Kazuha and move onto other targets. It was dissapointing and in time you missed him greatly in both lust and genuine sorrow but the praise from your family you recieved got to you, rising in ranks every reward and promotion you got resulted in the lust taking over more and more of what was once genuine until the only reason you thought of Kazuha was for the rush it gave you. 

The next time you saw Kazuha that same rush came, his aid to the resistance brought him back and you ate it up sadly it was short lived, you could not savor the hunt as the war ended so quickly. All of a sudden the Shogun took off the decree, vision holders could have their vision and Kazuha was removed as a criminal, it broke you, after so long of waiting for him to come back and now you just had to sit by and watch him go free? 

"It is done. The war is over." Kazuha says before you. 

You keep your head down, refusing to look at him to his face. 

He sighed, "I am finally going to put Tomo to rest, please, join me." He pleas softly.

You scowl, unable to accept the defeat.

"I will not." You say simply, ignoring the reminant of pain you have by habit.

Kazuha was about to tell you off, how you were being immature and selfish but he held himself back. To him you were a sad person, fulled with hate, confusion and unsettled anger so he withdrew, not willing to fight you over it.

"Good bye" he says and walks away, he never knew a few days after you ended up visiting Tomos memorial to grieve for the first time in a long time. 

It was a spark, perhaps you could embrace a better path, perhaps you could forgive and accept your mistakes but that spark was immediatly drentched away.

"How can she do this to us?! We gave her our everything, followed each of her rules and this is how she repays us? With a slap to our face?!"

"I cannot accept this, we lost. Its as simple as that and so easily too. Just what was the shogun thinking?"

Your family and other members complained, there were many outraged at how the war ended.

"My child," your parent called for you. "I want you to hunt down each main member that aided the resistance. You may start with whomever you wish but your new life duty is to erase them all, you hear me? Till your last breath you fufil this role. The Shogun has abandoned us, you may not listen to her rule any more."

Their order was conflicting, to go agaisnt your archon, the one you betrayed your friends for? But as the same time the news was exciting. You could choose who you wanted to hunt down first? You had someone on mind.

"And with borders opening and getting my vision back, im here, in the flesh. Liyue is quite different to Inazuma, its a nice breath of fresh air haha." You laugh. 

Aether looks at you stunned, the story you just told was not one you should just laugh about afterwards.

"So you are continuing persuimg me even if it goes against the Electro Archons rule?" Kazuha asks but more so tried to make you follow back into your loyalty for her.

"Im in the land of Geo, her word cannot reach these mountains." You chuckle and stand up, grabbing your blade causally and stretching your shoulders. Your movement immediatly gets Aether and Kazuhas attention as they leap to defence. 

"Now, we have the wandering Kadehara Kazuha and the golden traveller, Aether, two big roles in the war. Im rather lucky i can take down two birds at the same time haha." 

"Ready your blade Kazuha, i wish to see your improvement!"

Ayy, this DEFINITELY needs a part 2 BUT in what direction shall it go? Comfort/redemption or Dark content? I coukd turn it smut ngl… comfort smut or dark content smut. What ever way this gets recieved ill write the second part to the majority reaponse.  

Should i stick with this colour coded system? Does it make it easier to read?

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (IDW) #13: Sins of the Fathers - part 1

Read Date: September 21, 2022 Cover Date: August 2012 ● Writer: Kevin Eastman ◦ Tom Waltz ● Art: Andy Kuhn ● Colorist: Ronda Pattison ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: Bobby Curnow ●

Synopsis: The Turtles are at their current home (April's parents' unused antique shop) playing Shapester, a Twister knock-off. Splinter sits in meditation, thinking on the Foot Clan, and what fighting them will entail. While the Turtles understand the seriousness of the situation, only Splinter grasps just how truly dire it is. He knows the Foot will not rest until they have destroyed them. Suddenly, Casey stumbles in, looking pretty rough. He tells them his dad had been drinking again and really went off on him. Raphael loses his temper and storms off to Casey's house, followed by Splinter. As Splinter leaves he passes April, arriving with donuts. April is upset over Casey's condition.

At Foot Clan headquarters, Karai is training. She takes out a whole group of Foot ninja, and Shredder orders her to do it again. Karai is disgruntled by the fact that the Shredder does not think her capable of leading the Foot, when she is the one who restored it from the state her father had left it in. Karai reminds Shredder that is was she who found the means to bring him back to life. The Shredder tells her if she thinks she's ready, attack him now and challenge him for leadership of the Foot Clan. She picks three Foot ninja and strikes at the Shredder, but he defeats them all easily. Shredder tells Karai that she was never fit to lead the Foot Clan, and she will always be a simple soldier, nothing more. The time has come for him to find a more suitable second-in-command.

At the antique shop, April tells Casey that he should have told her about the situation with his alcoholic, abusive father. He says he was too embarrassed but April says they're closer than that. The Turtles advise Casey to wear some protective gear next time he goes home.

On Burnow Island, Baxter Stockman groggily awakes, not knowing where he is. Stockman begins snooping around until he finds a room full of Utroms in stasis. Krang finds him and tells him the two have much to discuss, revealing that he is not of this world.

Casey's dad is watching T.V. at home when Raphael bursts in, out of control with anger. He begins to fight Casey's dad and is about to finish him off when Splinter arrives. Splinter tells Raphael that he fights with too much rage, and he will show him the true way of the ninja.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Sins_of_the_Fathers,_part_1)

Fan Art: KARAI in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 by elyoncat

[jin-zixun]

MDZS Rereading - Chapter 3 (Part One) - The Prideful (Arrogance 6-10)

Manhua Chapters 13-who knows this is a Part 1 now

Should I do this in character as Jin Zixun? I'm not going to do that.

Hey it's our good friend 'yeah pretty much'

"Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but miss his sword, which was most likely now hanging on some major clan leader’s wall as a trophy."

"If an ordinary clan—one without generations of accumulated reputation to stand on—wanted to join the higher ranks and become famous, wanted to gain prestige and respect among the cultivation world, then they had to show tangible achievements. Only when they hunted down ruthless monsters or disaster-bringing malicious fiends did their words gain any weight."

Yeah, what am I adding that for? No reason, nothing much.

Can I use it to defend (and by defend I mean implicate in several murders probably) Moling Su Sect like way later on? Maybe.

This is here because it's cute. A+ commentary, no notes

Wei Wuxian being an edgy boy.

"It didn’t sound fake—even though nine times out of ten, cries for help in the wild were evil spirits out causing mischief, luring the ignorant into a trap. Wei Wuxian, however, was thrilled.

The eviler the better! It had better be evil enough!"

"He was in need of a band of tyrannical ghost generals to do his bidding, so he, too, decided to head to that “Rice Mountain” to try his luck. If there was one that proved useful, he’d capture it for his own use."

Ok but why though? What actually is your plan going forward here? I get that it's probably because best boy Wen Ning is actually here, but like he says he's already captured a few low level ghosts? I don't think he's joking? I feel like Padme in that meme.

Oh hey it's Jin Ling. Mr. Extremely Young and Incredibly Rich, according to Wei Wuxian.

I have nothing to say here, just more of a 'have you seen him? Now you have!' sort of situation going on.

I'm sure much has been said about how and whether since he's with the Jiang Clan here, it's actually Jiang Cheng who is super rich now. So I won't bother to say it. Canon Sugar Daddy Jiang Wanyin. See, I said nothing. Nothing was said.

"An immortal-binding net was already considerably expensive, and he’d still set up over four hundred of them in one go. As expected of the Jin Clan of Lanling—an even slightly smaller clan would have been reduced to poverty and ruin."

"...the Jin Clan of Lanling now led the clans and sects; the head of their clan was even respectfully addressed as “Cultivation Chief.”"

What was wrong with 'Chief Cultivator'. Was it overly incorrect? It conveys the same information, but if I dare to say it, it does not convey the same vibes. Were the vibes wrong all this time? Should it be Cultivation Chief? ...I don't want it to be.

"Could it be that Mo Xuanyu’s father was not some random small-time clan leader but the infamous Jin Guangshan?!"

I guess Mo Xuanyu didn't mention that in his notes? That's kind of funny tbh.

"Of his many illegitimate children, only one had been outstanding enough to be recognized and taken back, and that was the current family head of the Jin Clan of Lanling, Jin Guangyao."

A-Yao!!! Yeah! Glad Wei Wuxian kept up with all the hot gossip while he was dead. Like enough to know this next part:

But not enough to know about like. Jin Ling. Like what kind of priorities do you have here, buddy?

"Furthermore, even the way Jin Guangshan died was an embarrassment. Old, but fully confident he was still robust, he’d fooled around with a bunch of women at once in order to challenge himself. However, he unfortunately overestimated his vitality and died during the orgy. This was simply too embarrassing to speak of, so the Jin Clan of Lanling unanimously declared that the old sect leader had passed due to overexertion, and the rest of the clans, in tacit understanding, all pretended not to know the full truth of the statement. In any case, that was the real reason for his infamy."

"Wei Wuxian felt he had a responsibility to humiliate the boy back."

No, uh, you really don't. You don't have to. (WWX: No I'm gonna)

"So, he countered, “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”"

"I'm his Uncle" iconic. Like. Top Iconic moments list? So far, this one right here.

Jiang Cheng more like... Damn

Wow there sure a lot of these this chapter. Suibian, Ghost Generals, Widower Wangji... I'm sure there's some I missed.

eh lan zhan is alright too if you're into that kind of thing.

"Furthermore, no matter how thoroughly Lan Wangji was praised as an unrivaled rare beauty, nothing could help the fact that he looked profoundly embittered, as if he had lost his wife."

"Jiang Cheng was exceptionally handsome, but he was still a little inferior to the one standing before him"

No comments. No notes. I don't even know why I...

"Well see Jiang Cheng, on my hotness rating scale, you're just a little bit behind Lan Zhan, but you're still exceptionally handsome so-- Wait where are you going? Jiang Cheng? Jiang Cheng?"

(Yes I know the hotness rating scale is canon)

"Lan Jingyi was the blunt and outspoken sort. “Isn’t Sect Leader Jiang here too?”

Jiang Cheng replied coldly, “Tsk. An elder is speaking, who are you to interrupt? The Lan Clan of Gusu pride themselves on being a clan of etiquette. This is what disciples are being taught?”"

Things that make you go 'hmm' (but maybe that's just because you can't make any other noise)

"This silence spell was what the Lan clan used to punish its disciples.

Wei Wuxian had fallen victim to this little trick on many occasions. While it was not complex magic by any stretch of the imagination, only those of the Lan family could undo the spell. If one attempted to speak by brute force, then either their lips would be torn to shreds by the effort or they’d lose their voice for days. The penitent one had to keep their mouth shut and self-reflect in silence until the punishment period was over."

"He had originally come to assist Jin Ling: the boy was fifteen this year, the age to make his debut and fight for experience with the juniors from other clans. Jiang Cheng had reviewed the options carefully before deciding on Mount Dafan as the hunting ground. He had then set up nets everywhere and scared off all the other cultivators, making it so difficult for them to move that they’d be forced to back off—all so Jin Ling would emerge the winner without anyone fighting him for the title."

Oh. Oh buddy. That's. That's just. No. Don't uh... Don't do any of this. Oh god this is so misguided-but-well-intentioned I'm--

"While over four hundred immortal-binding nets were extremely expensive, the price was nothing to the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng."

And yes, the answer to that question is yes, Jiang Cheng is big dick sugar daddy with all the cash money one could want.

Ok let's break up this next one...

"Ever since the decline of the Nie Clan of Qinghe,"

Number One, couldn't happen to a better clan. Alright, I'll try not to bully the Nie too much today!

"of the current three great clans, the Jin Clan of Lanling and the Lan Clan of Gusu had always been close due to the strong personal friendship shared by their clan leaders."

Number Two, this is such gals being pals energy. Jiang Cheng at the sect leader meetings like 'wow those guys are such good friends.' Like buddy. Come on.

"Jiang Cheng ruled the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng alone, so it could have been said that he was in a state of isolation."

Number Three. Oh.

"Lan Wangji’s guqin (also named Wangji)"

ok this was just kind of funny to me, just the way it's written.

I don't know Jingyi he just had a whole long ass exposition, but I guess you didn't get to read that part.

"After they had gone, Lan Jingyi posed a general question: “Why is Sect Leader Jiang like that?!”"

"His voice was deep and captivating. If one stood close, it would make the heart flutter."

lmao Wei Wuxian is like back to life for a day and he's down this bad. Heartbreaking.

I feel more like I'm just recapping here at this point, but what else is there to say? I mean we all want to be the edgy ironically detached necromancer, but even the edgy ironically detached necromancer can't be that.

"There were so many disciples in the Jin Clan of Lanling that he’d genuinely never imagined he might run into Jin Ling. Had he known, he would never have mocked Jin Ling with that comment of his, “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” If anyone else had said that to Jin Ling, Wei Wuxian would’ve taught that person what “a loose tongue spells trouble” meant. But the tongue that said it had been his own.

After a moment of standing in silence, Wei Wuxian raised his hand and slapped himself across the face."

Honestly, this I feel like needs to have a part two. It's just too long at this point. I think this is about the halfway point of the chapter. And this post is like. Really long.

"He had truly thought his heart was made of stone. But humans were no stalks of grass, not unfeeling, and in the end, he was human after all."

[rubywithin]

Scrolls of Mudorius 6

We spent the next 2 days travelling till we reached a town that had a tower relatively close! (Violet) "That tower is where Soalien Knight's base of operation is, what's the plan to get in?". (Orulumi) "You are a fool to think I would trust a former ally of his with my plan!". As cold as ever I guess....but I get where she is coming from there is a chance that Violet would backstab us. (Torami) "Master will the three of us be the only ones too enter the tower?". (Orulumi) "Yes, Soalien is the only one I see being a major threat. Torami like you he is in possession of a legendary weapon, Soalien is his family's name but he chooses to use it as his first name after exiling his clan!". (Torami) "Wait what? how could he betray his own family like that?" (Violet) "He is making sure no one who shares his blood can get close to his weapon, who knows maybe you would do the same". Suddenly Orulumi raised her blade too Violet's throat...I could feel pure anger from her.

(Orulumi) "Torami is what an heir should be, someone willing to fight for the lives of others!". Then suddenly Violet smacked away Orulumi's sword....(Violet) "You know nothing about Don....forget that. Just stop judging all heir's by your limited scope" (Torami) "I am sure Orulumi feels sorry for insulting the Abeuis clan!". She nodded but did not seem to show much remorse...I never asked about either of their pasts. But they seem to have two different experiences with their respective clans! Suddenly a group arrived in the Town on horses with some of the face's looking familiar. (Orulumi) "Torami and Violet show Commander Kiyen's squad to the inn I have some things to discuss with him". I followed masters orders but was curious about what she had to say to him. She told us that it would just be the three of us attacking the castle! (Torami) "So um will you guy's helping us siege the tower?" a girl shook her head. (???) "We will be stationed here to protect the Town and only provide back up if need be". I still wasn't sure we could handle this mission with just 3 of us!

"It makes no sense why Commander Shilumi would bring you two as backup over Commander Zienzen or me!". I just looked down she was right I lacked the experience for this battle, (Violet) "Maybe she trusts Torami to actually fight for the peace of all the villages in danger over a snob like you". (???) "That's pretty rich coming from someone who was a key part of said attacks. Maybe I should punish you for your crimes here and now!" she drew her sword. (Torami) "Please stop, me and Master need Violet in case there are traps set up in the castle. I know you out rank me but please believe in us..." she put away her weapon but didn't say anything else. She was not even willing to introduce herself to me, (Inn Keeper) "Order up her are the Potatoes and Roast Beef". We all ate, (Violet) "Hey Torami thanks for sticking up for me I really appreciate it". (Torami) "No problem we are allies after all" we ate until the two commanders came in.

(Orulumi) "Torami and Violet I suggest the two of you rest now, the attack on the Tower will be at 2AM". -Gulp- the idea of attacking at night made me feel even more nervous. I looked over at the girl from before and she gave me a disappointed look, I have to show her what I am capable of. Me and Violet decided to go to our rooms and rest up before the attack. I noticed that master was still talking to that Kiyen guy....I wonder if they are good friends? She never seemed like much of a socializer no I can't let myself be distracted I will need all the rest I can get. (Kiyen) "Are you sure about putting your trust in these two? one is a rookie and the other could be a traitor!" (Orulumi) "Yes, Kiyen I believe that they could be shaped into warriors that will help shape a better future for us all!"

[the-firebird69]

I've never heard of a president being charged with so many things and getting an office I guess except Clinton because I think Trump has a character which is Clinton so he thinks he can get away with anything and he's led to believe that by the Max and it's coming out I hear also this is the federal case it's not Georgia it's a second gag order and the guy can't keep his mouth shut. He should keep in mind this is a federal case nobody wants him as president and the FEDS are bringing charges and they usually don't so there must be something wrong with him I know what it is he's a huge f****** a****** he goes after his own people and other clans too and other races of his own kind it is a massive f****** any committed treason tried to take over the United States by force still is because it's obvious nobody wants them as president. The federal case about election fraud is different than a state case now they're two about the election is starting off on the wrong foot in an election time

Zues

I've also had enough of this idiotic attitude he shows up says he has the right to be here just doing things to Ken says I have to pay for it this is what are you talking about you don't know what you are it just sit there saying it so I'm starting to hit him with it and all his people and he says he gets more money huge piles of money from the form of the poor boron and he dies quite a bit because of it and he's saying stupid things so we're going to hit him again but really what a pain in the ass zooming around changing costumes telling everybody what spy work is ruining everything for his own and all because he thinks he has a program that other people are showing him physically that they have and took it from him that guy is a massive loser and he should be putting TV and should tell people this guy is just worse than a puppet he is a nightmare and I want him out and I'm riding up why I'm going to add in our personal stuff

Hera Zeus

We need to preempt but this guy is trying to do it for real long time and I mentioned that in a meeting and we're going after him very hard and yeah this case is real there's a law if you have a charged with a crime you can't run for office I'm going to start to get people to do that

Frank Castle hardcastle

Duke nukem Blockbuster

Olympus

I'm going to hope he gets charged with it soon

Thor Freya

[underwoodzamora]

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Our staffs have experts in building, geotechnical, passage and also village house growth.

It comprises three tenement buildings created from the 1920s to the 1950s - heaven Home, the Yellow Residence and also the Orange Residence.

The rock wall surfaces that can not be preserved due to top quality troubles were also stacked as well as saved as well as restored in their original placement.

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We are proficient at lawful conformity, task monitoring, obviously style and building, also on the Outlying Islands as well as delight in close connections with the native clans as well as their management.

For Exempted NT Homes, we have suggested and also been a part of tasks in Clear Water Bay, Sai Kung, Tsuen Wan, Peng Chau and Lantau entailing everything from financial investment, redevelopment, concept design, litigation support, style and construction as well as correction on projects amounting to some HKD200 million. ASG town home development working as a consultant covers the government application for new or redevelopment of New Region Exempted Home as well 村屋設計 as other non- exempted village house. NTEH, although being fairly basic in their basic setup and also layout, possess essential structural elements such as cantilevered balconies which are important to building safety. Critical architectural aspects include cantilevered terraces as well as canopies; long period beam of lights, long period slabs and also structure grounds.

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The conviction prompted the question of whether the marketing of "ding" rights entails criminal offenses. This would not only render the enhancements, alterations or small works as unsanctioned building works, but would certainly likewise turn the NTEH worried into unsanctioned structures. Any type of enhancements, modifications or minor jobs which cause the specified elevation, roofed-over area, and so on of these residences being surpassed would revoke the exemption. Upon invoice of an application for supply of water via e-submission, subject to the checking of the efficiency and format of the submitted files, the WSD will certainly send an acknowledgment e-mail through the e-mail address of the sender. Applications without all the called for sustaining documents or submission not adhering to the defined format stated above will be rejected. Public collections can be seen by the public, consisting of various other shoppers, and might turn up in referrals and also other locations.