#And cats knead and clean each other

[purple-yarn-rp]

(gentle cleaning ur cheeks and around your gills)

no thank you darling, i have to make us some supper and greet mama, after if you wish me and mama can come cuddle?

hey little dove, how are you? (happy mum kissie ^^)

*Curled up on bed, slowly munching on dark chocolate, is in a bundle of pillows and blankets.* Good :3

[pit-and-the-pen]

Azriel NSFW alphabet

Literally just Azriel brain rot. Buckle in

NSFW below the cut (18+ minors don’t interact)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m a firm believer that this man is the biggest cuddler after sex. He will fully wrap you in his arms and wings and just hold you close to him. He’ll give you sweet kisses on your forehead and the top of your head, humming as he does.

If anything is particularly rough (Which I am a firm believer in dom Azriel) he’ll draw you a bath and smooth out any sore muscles with his hands.

Basically this dude knows what it’s like to be left alone and would rather die than make you feel like that after being intimate

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, like any good Iilyrian baby, it’s his wings. Besides the normal ego the wings normally come with, he’s able to look at them and see all the good they’ve done. Proof of how far he’s come in life. He’d learn how to fly, become one of the top Iilyrian warriors and had an amazing family. Looking at his wings, the same wings he shares with his brothers, he can’t help but feel his pride stir.

On you, everyone always goes back and forth on boobs or ass but are missing the best option. Thighs. Azriel adores your thighs. Something about the soft feeling of them under his hands instantly comforts him. And not only in a sexual way (although he has pushed your thighs tighter around his head on multiple occasions) but comforting like a cat kneading on a blanket. He loves using them as a pillow, you playing with his hair as you talk about your different days or you both reading a book. He loves your thighs no matter the size, the stretch marks, he loves every inch of them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like all the fae males cum a ton. Probably left over from centuries of breeding being the most important thing, but Azriel takes the cake. For sake of not having to find something to clean up the sheer amount, he’s almost always coming inside of you. And even then it’s still enough that it runs out of you, something that normally is enough to make you both want round two.

I also feel like if he’s in one of his more dominant moods that once he does cum inside you he’ll use his finger to push it back in, mouth parted as he sees just the sheer amount that pools onto the sheets

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like you and Azriel would be pretty open with each other. He doesn’t want to hide things from you and he wouldn’t want you too either

That being said, I do think he likes you being dominant more than he would ever let you know. The way the tone of your voice drops slightly, the way you tease him is enough to drive him crazy. You always seem to know when he needs it too. There's not one particular thing he could point out to say he loved but you doming him is something he enjoys a lot when it happens.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is quiet but that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t had plenty of experience. I mean, look at this man. Tell me you wouldn’t have to fight off both males and females when the mating bond first snapped. This man fully knows what he’s doing and I firmly believe his spymaster skills make him perfect at learning exactly what you need to make you into a complete whining mess.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him. Something about feeling your thighs spread out on top of him and having full access to your chest and throat just does something for him.

I also live and die by Azriel having a breeding kink so I think he would love having you in a mating press. Your legs perched up on his shoulders as he presses so deep into you you can’t do anything but scream his name. He would still be free to pepper kisses all over your neck and face and he can feel how deep his cum is pumped into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious overall. It’s that dom persona but sometimes when you try a new position or play and something twists the way it's not supposed to or your bodies just make the noises bodies do, you’re both laughing and giggling. On slower nights you two can make jokes but overall it’s pretty serious because the love you two have for each other runs so deeply.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it trimmed. He defo has a happy trail that you love to kiss down. But he doesn’t really care about what’s going on down there, especially when it comes to you. As long as he can get between your legs, he doesn’t care how much or how little hair you have. And I think his hair is a little lighter but not by much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Azriel can be tooth rotting sweet when he wants to be. I’m talking rose petals and candles, full body massage. He would pull out all the stops when it comes to spoiling you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away on missions he would try. Some errant thought of you would cross his mind and since he has a hard time sleeping on missions, he would try to rub one out but it never feels the same so he doesn’t really bother with it. He has you and you’re more than happy to help him whenever he has one of his random moments of need rushing through him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Restrains- He loves holding your wrists down, whether it’s with his own hands wrapped around your wrists pinned above you heads, or his shadows holding down all of your limbs as he absolutely worships your body, something about seeing you desperately trying to reach out and touch him makes him go feral.

Wing Play- At first you both were very tentative for you to touch his wings. He’s so proud of them and despite the fact that you’re mates, it felt too intimate. But after much begging on his part, you finally did and gods. His usual perfect timing was fully broken the first time. He came in his pants like a teenager and spent the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you. From then on, if you ever wanted to have him on his knees, you would just run a nail softly along the membranes and he would be a whimpering mess for you.

Brat Tamer- This male would love it when you talk back to him. The way you would puff up your chest, staring up at him trying your best to be intimidating. He would just coo at you and whisper something about keeping up that attitude later in the bedroom. And of course the moment the door closed to your shared bedroom, you would be apologizing for your words. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you off but if he’s not. You would definitely be limping around the next day.

Breeding kink- He would love to fill you up. As much as he adores seeing his cum on various parts of your body. Theres nothing he loves more than seeing it drip out of you, fucking it back into you with his fingers or his tongue.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers your bedroom truthfully. The two of you have made it so comfortable, bits and pieces of the both of you filled the space. The way your smell mixed with his lingers around puts him instantly at ease.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For real, you could just look at this man and he would be hard as a rock. Seeing you sparing with Cassian would also be a sure fire way to get him going. Or if you are trying to get him really riled up, placing your hand on someones arm as you’re talking to them would have him literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to remind you exactly who you belong to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No temperature play of any kind, no ice or fire. Fire/wax for obvious reasons but cold/ ice because it reminds him of the winters at the war camp and those memories are not something he wants to imagine when he’s having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will eat you out like he has been stranded in the desert for a hundred years. He cannot get enough of you. He’ll hold down your hips, shadows holding your arms down. Absolute filthy noises would be spilling out of his mouth as he lapped you up. You would literally have to pull him away by his hair and his face would be covered in your arousal. He could go down on you for hours if you would let him and he would still probably whine as you pulled him away.

That being said, this man does love a good blow job. I think he would have two moods. One where he’s just letting you explore, tongue lapping at him and he’d let you set your own pace. Just taking everything you would give him. Now. On nights where you have done nothing but tease him. Strap in because this man will (consensually) push you down to your knees with your hands tied behind you back and use your throat like it was a damn fleshlight. He would keep going until spit was trailing down your chin, eyes glassy with tears. When he finally did cum he would make you hold it on your tongue before telling you to swallow, sticking out your tongue afterwards to show him that you were a good girl and listened to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man is the best of both worlds. Depending on both of your moods it can be soft and slow or wall shakingly rough. Sometimes he’ll being going slow and you’ll push his hips to make him pound into you and the little bit of control he’ll have snaps and before you know it, he’s flipping you over and fucking you hard enough to have you seeing stars. But on nights when both of you need to show your love to each other, he’s simply just grinding into you. Hitting that perfect spot inside of you and I love you’s are spilling past both of your lips unhurried.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not totally against them. When the mating bond first snapped all you had to do was look at him the right way and he was taking you against the nearest surface. More than once during trips to the court of nightmares you two were found tucked away into corners, both in various states of undress. His shadows were particularly helpful during these moments because he could wrap you in them and make sure no one saw that the front of your dress was pulled down or how your skirt was hiked up to your waist. But for the most part, he likes taking his time with you. He wants the time to take you apart piece by piece and have you screaming and shaking beneath him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

SJM told us this man was a freak and I firmly believe it. There’s very few things that he isn’t willing to try at least once. If he thinks it will make you happy then he’s game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man could go all night if you would let him. Your stamina would give out long before he would. And he’s almost always making sure that you get off at least once but we all know there would be many many more before he would even think about his own release.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I have no idea what toys exist in this world but lets pretend the ones that exist in Crescent City are available. I think he would for sure have a vibrator. More than once he has had you tied up in your bed, vibrator strapped to your thigh and just stood at the other end of the room. You would be half delirious with the amount of orgasms the toy had pulled from you before he turned it off with a smirk at how totally fucked out you were.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease. He knows how much you love his muscles so he would just walk around the house shirtless. Commenting on how your eyes followed him like he was a snack you wanted to devour. He would tease you for that glazed look in your eyes and how your pupils would dilate. If anyone was ever around when this happened you would blush as he slowly raised a hand to shut your slightly open jaw. Laughing softly as everyone else started to slowly leave the room because they knew what was about to happen.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Listen. For how quiet this man is around the inner circle, he would be moaning and panting into your ear. His dirty talk alone is enough to reduce you to a shaking mess. But when he’s pounding into you he’ll be cursing and roaring against you. More than once you’ve had someone pounding on the door because of how loud the two of you were being. He would only make it a point to be even louder when that did happen and when the two of you finally crawled out of your bedroom, the house would be empty.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Azriel was terrified the first time you two had sex. It’s no secret that he’s insecure when it comes to his hands and he was afraid that you would be wary to have him finger you but that fear was quickly dismissed when you begged for his fingers. Now whenever he seems to get too far into his head, all you have to do is slip one of his giant fingers into your mouth and he would snap out whatever funk he was in and he would go absolutely feral. You made the mistake of doing it at dinner with the rest of the inner circle once and everyone just stared at you two with wide eyes as Azriel just sat back further into his chair, legs spreading as he smirked with pure male satisfaction.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Our shadowslinger is hung. I think he’s at least 8 inches but he’s also thick. Like if you wrap your hand around him, your fingers just barely touch. The illyrian joke about wings is definitely true and he’s the biggest of the three males. The rest of the girls nearly fell out of their chairs when they held their hands out trying to get you to spill just how big he was. All three sisters and Mor are just sitting there like 🫸 🫷“What do you mean , keep going??? Girl are you okay???”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mother. This man’s sex drive is ridiculous. Despite having many partners over the years, there was a lot of time between then and he never let them be truly intimate, opting for quick fucks that were satisfying on the surface level for sure but he desperately yearned for real intimacy. So once he found you he couldn’t get enough of you and you him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll always wait for you to fall asleep. And you normally fall asleep pretty quickly after he’s rung orgasm after orgasm out of you. Some nights we would just stare at you as you slept soundly besides him, wondering how he got so lucky to have you next to him.

[tojigasm]

I just wanted to do more on the trimming butcher's beard cause it's so cute and fluffy and amazing. So like. Here's a lil story for youuuuu

It was easy to forget how quickly his beard grew in. At least it was until he stopped trimming it back. Growing uneven and scraggly. Leaving an ungodly amount of beard burn on your chin, neck, and even your thighs.

You had had enough. Buying cream to soothe the aching burn he left after each heated make out session was getting to be expensive enough you considered cutting him off.

So here you were, sat neatly in his lap, thighs bracketing his hips as he sat on the closed toilet lid. A straight razor to clean up the edges that had crawled up his cheeks. Anytime you pulled away to wipe off the hairs from the blade he playfully nipped at your fingers holding the skin taught.

"So good to me doll, cleaning me up" he said, chapped lips pressing a kiss to the small bite he had made. Holding perfectly still as you moved to the other side.

"It's more for my own health than your cleaner look," you muttered, always careful as you set aside the blade. The loud buzzing fills your ears and the vibrations from the trimmer, making your fingers numb after a second. After making sure for the third time you were using the right guard, you started on the coarse stragglers.

"It's not that bad," he said through gritted teeth, trying not to move too much. Still as a statue aside from the lazy rubbing and massaging of his hands along your ass and thighs. Almost kneading like a cat as he let you clean him up.

Maybe ten minutes later of careful cleaning up did you get off his lap, letting him look in the mirror. Grunting in approval as he brushing his fingers through it a few times.

"Looks wonderful, angel." he said, giving you a chaste kiss before leaving you to clean up the bathroom. Bastard.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[salternateunreality2]

AGSZC Adopt an Emotional Support Cat for Sephiroth

From the @strayheartless archives <3

Thanks @heraldofcrow and @altocat for the grammar help!

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It doesn’t go as planned.

They go to the shelter to try to find a kitten, but Sephiroth finds something even better: a feral momma cat with a single living kitten because all her other babies died. He and she stare at each other for a solid 15 minutes through the bars, until AGZC find them.

Genesis: THERE you are. Sephiroth, the adoptable kittens are this way.

Sephiroth: This one.

Zack: Oh, sorry bud, this one says the kitten is too young to leave his mother.

Sephiroth: No, this cat. The kitten can come too. *has not broken eye contact yet*

Angeal: Sweetheart, this says she’s feral and not up for adoption, and neither is her kitten. Come on, let’s go look at the ones that are available, ok?

Sephiroth: This one.

Cloud: *Looks at Seph. Looks at the cat. Looks at the kitten. Looks at Seph.* This one.

Angeal, Genesis, and Zack can all be stubborn, but they are faced with the immovable object that is Sephiroth with a fixation and the unstoppable force that is Cloud protecting someone. They convince the shelter staff they can take care of both the mother and the baby. Yes, even though she’s feral. Yes, they know they can’t be separated. Yes, they will handle medicating the feral cat.

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Momma cat immediately adopts Sephiroth as a second kitten. Then Cloud as her third. The first kitten grows up and is weaned and becomes Zack’s dog-cat. He’s friendly and cuddly and likes to play fetch, and his momma likes him, but knows he’s going to be ok on his own. Not her other kittens though. They clearly still need her.

She comes and yowls at Genesis and Angeal when Seph and Cloud need something she can't get them. She yowls at Genesis to go hunting with her to provide for the babies, and at Angeal to figure out what's wrong when they won't eat the nice mice she brings them.

She accepts Zack as a puppy, disciplines him, and comforts him when needed, but her attention belongs to her tall baby and her baby birb first.

Her new sons are idiots, but they’re HER idiots.

Sephiroth calls her “Mother Cat”. Cloud calls her “Cat”. Genesis insists she needs a REAL name (it’s only decent), and writes down "Serafina" on the vet papers. Sephiroth falls in love with him all over again.

If either Sephiroth or Cloud starts hyperventilating, she comes and sits on her boy and purrs until he calms down. If they ignore important things like feeding time or petting-the-cat time, she starts kneading her paws. If they still ignore her, she brings out the claws. She’s not shy about making sure they take care of her and then themselves.

She nips Zack when one of her boys is overstimulated and he's too loud.

She hisses nonstop at the vacuum and stands between it and her babies until they take her to another apartment, at which point she bathes them until they (and she) calm down.

Serafina: YOWL.

Angeal: Hi Serafina. Is one of them being an idiot?

Serafina: YOWL. *walks to the dining table*

Sephiroth: *hunched over a pile of manuscripts, hair a mess, muttering*

Serafina: YOWL.

Angeal: Seph, honey, have you been up all night again?

Sephiroth: …it’s…morning? Wh- *voice cracks* -at day?

Angeal: Wednesday.

Sephiroth: Oh *cough* just one night then.

Angeal: And you haven’t had water since…? Actually, don’t answer that. Clean up your papers, you need to eat, hydrate, and sleep. No, no arguing. Serafina is worried, you need to reassure her.

Sephiroth: Oh! Of course.

—--

Serafina: YOWL.

Genesis: Yes, my Lady Serafina?

Serafina: YOWL. *leads him to the front door, where Cloud is swaying and trying to put on his boots*

Genesis: Cloud Strife, when was the last time you ate?

Cloud: h-Huh? Gen? When did you get here? 

Genesis: Eat. When.

Cloud: ummmmm…breakfast?

Genesis: Yesterday?

Cloud: ……maybe?

Genesis: Sit down before you fall down. You know mako enhancements require more calories. No, stay there and I’ll get you a shake and a bar. Yes, I know you have work. You won’t be any use passed out or dead. Now thank your second mother for saving your life. *stomps off huffily*

[qverdia]

somewhat plotted starter | @4lexnilsen

mama kitty purred as she sat in abilene's lap , licking her white paws before cleaning her ears . abilene ran her hand would the cat's fur , which was always kept impeccably clean by the cat despite how she spent most of her time outside , and smiled as mama kitty rubbed into her palm . her father always used to say that the animals could sense what a person was feeling , and abilene wondered if that was true . she wondered if the cat could sense the pounding of her heart or the dread that sat like a rock deep in her stomach . she wondered if mama kitty knew what day it was by abilene's sleepless nights or quiet mutterings .

❛ as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the capitol , ❜ president snow's voice brought abilene out of her thoughts for a moment and brought her attention back to the projection . mama kitty must have sensed something , because she burrowed herself closer to abilene's body and began to knead on her legs . ❛ on this , the third quarter quell games . . . the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district . ❜

sometimes , especially the first few years after her games , abilene would lose herself . she imagined she was a bird flying free and high , and that she was watching what happened from some nearby branch . she slipped back in to that fantasy shortly after the words left president snow's blood stained lips . she saw mama kitty jump from her lap and duck beneath a chair . she watched herself wail . she watched as her body fell to the ground , s c r e a m s leaving her parted lips until her voice was raw . she watched as she grabbed for anything , breaking a glass she'd been drinking from and liquid poured onto the floor like blood .

❛ all victors shall present themselves on reaping day regardless of age , state of health , or situation . ❜ that final line echoed through abilene's mind . there were only two female victors from ten . whenever she shut her eyes she heard her father's voice , or those of her brothers . she saw herself looking in the mirror back at home , sixteen and wearing her mama's dress while tanner pressed a candy he'd gotten her before the reaping into her palm . she saw herself pressing her face into colt's shoulder as shots rang out , her mother screaming

when the sun rose , abilene still had not moved . her gaze was unfocused , and she held her knees close to her chest on the floor of her home . she heard the door open , and her eyes flickered over . her aunt , a small woman with dark eyes , knelt beside abilene and brushed some of her hair from her face .

❛ lo siento , mija , ❜ she whispered , and the statement brought abilene's focus back to the present . she rose , she dressed , and she cleaned her face as best as she could . she wore a yellow dress , just as she had during her first reaping , and her aunt carefully braided her hair . . . in a way , it was almost like those nights she would spend getting ready with her family before a performance - she could imagine those fingers belonging to her mother as they braided .

abilene's fingers trembled as she stood on the stage , fellow victors to her right and left . she squeezed her skirt tightly into her fists , but when the cameras turned to the stage she carefully smoothed out the fabric . the district escort stepped towards the microphone , but abilene couldn't understand anything that he said . her mind was swimming , and her heart pounding . she worried she was going to faint , and perhaps others were too as she felt the other female victor place a steadying hand on abilene's shoulder .

abilene looked out to the gathered crowd , everyone in district ten . she saw her mother's family looking up at her , quiet and subdued . . . she wondered if the others in the district , the children and the parents , had breathed a sigh of relief when the quell was announced - she wondered if they held their children and wept of joy . . . why were they all looking at her ? it took another breath before she could recall what name was called .

❛ abilene hoover ! ❜

[evermourning]

hi!! first of all, how are you? how've you been?

secondly, i was wondering if you could do like reader is having a bad day and they come home to their bf (skz ofc) and he draws them a bath and they just relax, not really saying much, and fall asleep cuddled in each others arms.

it can be all 8 if you want, or just one, but can we at least get binnie and/or minho??

anyway!! i hope the rest of your day is good, take care of yourself!!

i've actually been doing so well! i'm happy and healthy and surviving the best i can as a bio major lmfao, thank you for asking!

hnnnggggrghhrg this is so cute i'd loooove to write this! i'm a sleepy gal :(

cw: non-sexual nudity, mentions of makeup

minho: i can imagine he senses something is off the moment you walk through the door, eyes downcast and form droopy. he's quick to guide you to the couch, settling you down and covering you with the comfiest blanket he can find :(( he gives you a loving kiss on the forehead, his voice low and adoring.

"tomorrow's another day, sweetheart. rest here for a little while, mkay?"

you try and close your weary eyes, the soft purring of min's cats and the feeling of soonie gently kneading your belly is enough to pull you off into a land of solitude and melancholy dreams.

meanwhile, minho is hard at work in the kitchen, dicing vegetables and carefully tossing ingredients in a sizzling pan, making your favorite meal. the piquant scents cause you to open your eyes, and he's standing above you with a smile and a warm plate of food. looking down at you, the love of his life.

you end up falling asleep there with your homely family, head on his chest, your stomach and heart equally full.

changbin: changbin knows something's wrong when he excitedly wraps his arms around you and you collapse into them. you don't hug him back with the same intensity at all. taking your hand in his, he leads you to your shared bathroom.

he carefully cleans your face, your smeared makeup coming off easily from the tears you can't keep bottled up.

"'m sorry." you sniffle, and he uses one finger to wipe the corner of your eye, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your nose.

"don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. will you let me take care of you, baby?" you hesitate, looking into his large dark eyes. if you allowed yourself to fall into the bottomless abyss inside them, you'd find the tiniest glimmer of something. and it's love. endless devotion to you.

you don't protest. not when he pulls your shirt over your head, folding it and putting it aside. not when he draws you a bath, making sure the temperature is just the way you like it. not when you're bare, your back pressed against his well-built chest as he massages your scalp and combs his hands through your hair. not when he helps you out, surrounding you in a fluffy towel and helping with your skincare routine, however strenuous it may be.

and not when you fall asleep in bed beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his head in the crook of your neck. you smell like peaches and orange blossoms.

[dragon-spaghetti]

I've seen your posts and art about Husk and his kids having cat traits (purring, kneading, licking each other clean, running to Angel when he goes pspspspsps, etc.) and they're all adorable! I'm curious to hear if they have any bird traits as well? Like preening? Or bird calls? Or sleeping in nests?

THIS MADE ME THINK OF HUSK TEACHING THEM HOW TO PREEN THEIR WINGS AND NOW I AM SO 🥺🥺🥺

Yes family preening is a THING. Angel and Ollie are here as extra hands 😤

Hmmmm not much else I can think of since their traits are mostly cat & spider like, but one of Rosé's stims is whistling because I also do that a lot LOL

ALBO NOTES:

We were talking about how a fluffed up bird is happy but a fluffed up cat is Not, so it's inherently kinda funny how many mixed signals there could be 😭 I mentioned how it would probs depend on context, and her example is;

A spider bird kitten purring with puffed wings and lazy blinks is very content

But if you just have a spider bird kitten purring, but ears pinned, wings spread to make them look bigger and eyes hella dilated: scared self soothing baby

EDIT: ANOTHER!! Dai is good with languages, so she probably is very good at bird calls too/making ungodly noises in general lmfao

So yes there are a few ;v;

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 3 Semifinals 2

Pumpkin Fluff Marie vs Jack

PUMPKIN FLUFF MARIE

also known as Pumpkin Spice Latte

She's a adorable, a total diva down to the way she walks. Loves tummy rubs if she knows you, if she doesn't she'll probably just run and hide. She makes a little chirping noise and submitter loves it. She also loves running full speed around the house. Pumpkin doesn't really eat people food, not a big fan. She will however steal the bacon off your plate and lick the butter off of any food item.

PROPAGANDA

Some Pumpkin fun facts for propaganda:

her favorite type of toy to play with are springs (the cat toy kind). When we got our new oven we found at least 3 behind where the old one stood.

She's my first pet and the whole reason I lived through my sophomore year of high school.

I named her Pumpkin because years ago a classmate asked me what I'd name a cat if I ever got one and for some reason, I said Pumpkin.

Alongside bellyrubs she also loves being brushed

I am told that she is me in cat form

I swear she's a cryptic. She'll just appear and she'll be staring into my soul. I do not know where she goes or where she comes from but I'm a little afraid to question it.

She used to spiderman climb up our window screen and we had to patch it up

She likes to watch the birds and bunnies in our yard with her brother Binx (or by herself), it's the only time she tolerates him

JACK

Jack is a tiny Manx cat, if you dont know what a Manx is they dont have a tail :) Jack is also missing the top of his left ear because he was a stray; Like a typical Manx cat Jack is super curious and loves to play and LOVES to cuddle and will typically spend all day in someone's lap. Jack is also best friend's with submitter's dog Apollo (A big husky!!) they love to cuddle, clean each other and play!

PROPAGANDA

JACK!!!!!

Kneading ->

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VOTE FOR THE KITTY EVER!!!!

[francesminos-tt]

Curious cat prompt fill. Blind!joff riding his husband into oblivion.

Joffrey carefully balanced himself on top of Daeron, straddling the alpha but dared not to fully sit on him. Daeron had been a good husband to him, always tending to his needs and making sure Joffrey found pleasure in their sex sessions. He taught Joffrey about the pleasure of the flesh, exploring the omega’s body inch by inch, giving him new sensations each time.

Joffrey wanted to return the favor. Despite his blindness, Joffrey was eager in bed, not ashamed of giving in to desires. He offered to make Daeron feel good on the alpha’s 19th nameday.

“Tell me what to do, husband. I will try my best to give back to you.” Joffrey told Daeron a fortnight ago, “I will learn.”

“You don’t need to be pressured to pay me back, dear Joffrey, for your existence is my reward.” Daeron took him into a crushing hug and kissed his eyelids, “But I appreciate your gesture. Maybe we can try something different this time.”

Now, Joffrey was on top of his husband, trying to take the dominance of the alpha. The idea of Daeron under him excited Joffrey, making him feel like a real living creature, not a doll pushed around by men.

“Sit down on me.” Daeron instructed as he gently pushed Joffrey down, “Can you find my cock?”

Joffrey reached his hand down, searching for Daeron’s swollen cock. His fingers landed on soft skin. Joffrey spread his palms and felt the firm muscles of Daeron’s stomach. Joffrey knew immediately that he was touching Daeron’s stomach. He knew Daeron’s body like the back of his hand, perhaps even more familiar with the alpha’s body than Daeron himself. Joffrey was blind, but his other senses were sharper. The omega trailed his hand down, passing Daeron’s navel, until he found a small bush of soft hair. Joffrey smiled. He knew this feeling, and he knew that a few inches down, he would find Daeron’s cock.

“Good boy.” Daeron praised as Joffrey grabbed his throbbing length and squeezed gently, “Now, lift your hips a little and line it with your entrance.”

Joffrey did as he was told with anticipation building in his stomach. He was highly aroused, the excitement of pleasuring Daeron and dominating the alpha making his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“Now sit down on my cock. Put it inside you.” Daeron told him, his hands on either side of Joffrey’s waist, “Slowly. I want to see your wet pussy eating me all the way.”

Joffrey’s entrance twitched at Daeron’s vulgar words. More slick rushed out of him, bathing Daeron’s cock in a hot shower of desire.

“Am I excite you, Joffrey?”

“Y-yes.” Joffrey nodded, his lips parting slightly like a fish out of water.

“Good.” Daeron guided the omega down, feeling the wetness of Joffrey pussy slowly envelope his cock. “God, your pussy feel so good.”

Joffrey smiled, rather proudly. He descended himself on Daeron’s cock, letting the length stretching him bit by bit, until it was completely inside.

Daeron let out a low moan. How come Joffrey managed to melt his very core every time no matter how many times Daeron had put his cock inside the warm wetness of Joffrey’s pussy before? The view was magnificent in front of him. Joffrey’s naked chest was covered in beads of sweat, like a string dew on a leaf. Daeron wanted to lick them all clean.

“Come on, move. Whatever you like.” Daeron told him, “Remember how I fucked you before? Now it’s your turn.”

Joffrey bit his lower lip as he began to roll his hip. It was strange to take Daeron in this angle, but it wasn’t bad. Joffrey was free to chase his own pleasure, rolling and bouncing on Daeron’s cock, as if he was riding a dragon.

“You are doing good, baby.” Daeron said between uneven breath. His hands moved up to cup Joffrey’s breast, kneading the soft flesh as he liked. The beads of sweat dripped into Joffrey’s cleavage, down his stomach and navel. He looked so delicious, Daeron found, this blind boy he had fallen in love with all these years ago.

“Do you feel good, husband?” Joffrey asked as he continued to ride Daeron with abandon, “Tell me what to do. I will make you the happiest man in the seven kingdoms.”

“Touch yourself.”

Joffrey did. He began to rub his clit fiercely, the other hand playing with his swollen nipple. He rolled his head to the back and moaned loudly, his walls tightening around Daeron’s cock.

“Easy, Joff, or I am going to come now.” Daeron took a deep breath when Joffrey squeezed him again.

But this time, Joffrey didn’t listen. He rode Daeron without mercy, like a true dragon rider.

“Come, spill your seeds inside me.” Joffrey ordered.

Now it was Daeron’s turn to obey.

[galaxyshine24-7]

Silver Bullet Au🍹

Chapter Three Rose Margarita

Tw: Gang violence, drugs, drinking

“Ace! Oh god, Ace!” Yuu rushes over to his collapsed form having to cover their nose with their sleeve. The smell of blood is so strong it makes them nauseous. Tears start to spill down Yuu’s eyes as they try to remember what to do. Call the ambulance? No, Ace is badly wounded, and what if they don’t come in time? Plus he’s in the Mafia, they don’t do hospitals, so it might get him in more trouble.

Yuu works fast moving Ace as gently as possible getting him inside their apartment upstairs. Ace’s blood drips onto the wooden floors as Yuu hauls him onto a spare bed as they go find the first aid kit in the bathroom. Mozus Trein taught Yuu first aid knowing where they live, you never know when you or someone might need quick stitches. Rushing back to the room Yuu starts to undress Ace to analyze the wounds. He had a stab wound on his side as his body is covered in bruises. What chills Yuu the most however is the burn line that wraps around his neck. Yuu is not oblivious to what goes on in NRC, heck their teachers would warn them about the mafias that run the city. They like to collect youngbloods to fill in the ranks; each mafia is different in how they discipline lower-ranking members. Not to mention the outside dangers from other gangs and mafia groups. Yuu’s teachers have tried their best to prepare Yuu for the harsh world in the sector, but nothing compares to seeing it up close. Ace was bickering with Deuce and laughing over drinks just a few hours ago, and if Yuu hadn’t found him when he did, he might have died.

The area around the bed is covered in bloody wipes and bandages as Yuu does their best to patch him up. Once done they cover Ace with a blanket to let him rest. Yuu steps out of the room looking down at their hands to see them covered in blood. They rush to the bathroom trying to wash off the red substance. Their eyes land on their reflection in the mirror, wide tired eyes look like they’ve seen a ghost. A migraine starts to form making them rub their temples. Yuu needed to focus on another task, they walked into the hall to see the blood stains on the floor. They start by looking for the mop to get it clean. 

“What did Crewel say? Lemon juice washes out blood stains.” Yuu mumbles as they come across a gray bundle curled up by the fireplace. It's the cat from the alley. It's all gray with a fluffy tail and a small black and white ribbon around its neck. It's small and a little chubby, but seems agile enough to get around. Big blue eyes stare back at Yuu as the little cat shakes off the water from the rain outside. The rain is starting to fall hard now as Yuu rushes downstairs to make sure everything is locked. They grab the cleaning supplies and start to get the blood stains from the floor. Yuu loses the passage of time as they work away. When it's done they haul themselves back upstairs for a shower and a change of clothes. The cat sleeps soundly on the couch as Yuu lets out a sigh. 

“If you’re going to stay here you better earn your keep. I better not see any rats around here.” Yuu tells the feline firmly as it opens one of its blue eyes to look at them. It soon yawns rolling over on the couch as Yuu walks away. They check up on Ace to see that he is still breathing. If the condition gets worse Yuu will have no choice but to call an ambulance, but for now, he needs his rest. Yuu goes to wash up and finally slips into bed trying their best to fall asleep.

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Ace couldn’t remember much after he ran away from the Heartslabyul manor. It's a blur of street lights and speeding cars. However, he never expected to wake up to the smell of pancakes cooking in the kitchen as he lays in a soft bed with a cat staring down at him. 

“What the hell?” Ace exclaims trying to sit up, but his wounds send him back down on the bed. The gray cat kneads into the blanket staring down at Ace letting out a low growl. 

“What are you looking at?” Ace huffs about to move the cat off his chest. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yuu peeks their head from around the corner holding a bowl in their hands as they mix the contents inside. 

“Yuu?” Ace questions as he watches them sit on the side of the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Everything hurts like hell. Why am I here?” Ace reaches up to place a hand on his forehead. 

“I found you passed out in the alleyway by the bar. You were in pretty rough shape.” Yuu frowns at the memory. Ace feels the embarrassment start to spread across his body. Did he run all the way here? Why to a bar he only went to once? Many thoughts race through his head as he looks over into Yuu’s warm eyes. They were worried for him, he can’t remember the last time someone worried over him like this. He looks towards the wall feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. 

“You shouldn’t go around picking up random people on the street. Don’t expect me to pay you back for this. I didn’t ask for your help.” He scolds. Yuu lets out a small smile as they stand adjusting the bowl on one side as they pick up the cat with the other hand. 

“You don’t owe me anything, Ace,” Yuu said sincerely. “I’ll bring you some breakfast soon.” Yuu walks over to the door, setting down the cat outside the room as they close the door behind them. Ace tries to lift his head, laying back down at the pain. He really got himself into trouble this time, not even Trey could save him from Riddle's wrath. He closes his eyes for the time being thankful for being alive at least. He settles back down as he lets out a few steady breaths knowing he needs to get his energy back if he’s going to fix this. 

Yuu comes back after a while with a tray of pancakes and eggs for Ace. They help him sit up. Yuu pulls up a chair to sit close to the bed. They tell Ace that Grim; the name they decided for the cat; was eating some tuna by the fireplace. Yuu had to run and get some pet supplies for the little guy early in the morning. 

“He came in when I hauled you upstairs from the dumpster,” Yuu explains. “To be honest without him hissing I don’t know if I would have found you.” 

Ace huffs at the statement, stuffing his face with food.

“The little guy hates me, I can tell.” He grumbles. 

“I think you might have fallen on his home. I went back to the dumpster to make sure you didn’t drop anything and there was a box with ‘need home’ written on it.” Yuu eats from their own plate along with Ace as they enjoy the food with a few minutes of silence. 

“So, what happened?” Yuu speaks up, bringing out the elephant in the room. 

“Mafia stuff you don’t want to get involved with.” He turns away. 

“Is that why you decided to pass out by my bar, to not involve me?” Yuu retorts. Ace glares at them for a good minute before letting out a sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair. 

“I got into a fight with the boss, I stole a tart and the dude completely flipped out. He’s a total tyrant, and throws temper tantrums like a huge baby!-” Ace begins to complain. 

“Hold up your leader did this to you all because of a tart?!” Yuu’s eyes widened.

“Well, I guess the tart was the last straw.” Ace shrugs. Yuu could only stare horrified. Ace freezes at the look they give him 

“But don’t worry about it, he wasn’t going to kill me.” Ace waves it off. “I’ve had worse beatdowns in my life.” 

“What about that burn mark?” Yuu motions to the line all around his neck, like a morbid collar.

“It's from the boss’s unique magic.” Everyone gets punished with it if they step out of line.” Yuu knows about the use of magic by their teachers. It's been around for a long time, but it's hard to harness it and after the incident of Night Raven College it has been used as a drug that grants the user all kinds of benefits, but the aftereffects are horrible. The drug has become a serious problem in the NRC sector as it is used and sold by the thousands. It takes many years for someone to be a master at controlling the drug residue called blot so it doesn’t cause them to overdose. 

Ace’s boss must be very powerful to control magic and even gain unique magic from the drug's use. Yuu reaches over to the nightstand handing Ace some burn cream. 

“Use this if it starts to hurt okay.” Yuu places it next to him. “I gotta open up the bar soon. Will you be okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Ace gives them a smirk. “I’m tougher than I look. Just take that weird cat with you.” Ace pouts once Grim peeks his head inside the room once more. Yuu chuckles at that as they finish up with breakfast. Yuu made sure to place their number in Ace’s phone if he needed anything. Having spent so much on surprise circumstances Yuu will have to work extra hours to get by. Crowley’s allowance didn’t last long now that they thought about it. 

Well, all they can do now is get to work. Yuu brings Grim down to the bar so Ace can recover in peace. Grim starts to explore the bar sniffing at the chairs and booths until he finds a cozy spot on a bar stool. Yuu thinks about getting a bed for him to rest on as they open up shop. 

A few people came in during the early hours. It is a slow start to the day, but it gives Yuu a break to sort through their thoughts. The chime of the bell reaches their ears as they put on a small smile. 

“Welcome to the Silver Bullet, what can I get you?-” Yuu stops as they see a familiar mop of blue hair walks into the bar. “Deuce?” Yuu questions their shoulders, tensing a bit as another accompanies him. He wears a clover mark on his cheek showing that he is also a part of Heartslabyul. A hat sits on top of his choppy green hair as he adjusts his glasses giving Yuu a warm smile. 

“Hi Yuu, we’re here for Ace.” Deuce lowers his voice. Yuu raises a brow at the man next to him as Deuce clears his throat. “This is Trey, trust me, he’s a friend.” He explains. Yuu relaxes a bit looking over at Deuce once more. 

“He’s upstairs healing, I found him passed out and beaten up in the alley.” Yuu can’t help but grit their teeth. Deuce and Trey give each other concerned looks as Yuu continues. 

“I don’t know what you all got into, and I don’t want to know. But Ace is in no condition to be moving around right now.” It's a subtle warning to them both, if they truly cared for him they would let him rest. Not drag him back to get beaten up again. 

“I understand, and I actually think it is best that he stays here for a bit,” Trey speaks up much to Yuu’s surprise. “Can we please see him at least?” Yuu thinks for a moment looking around at the empty bar. 

“Fine but I have to accompany you.” Yuu places a rag over their shoulder as they lead the two of them upstairs to see Ace. Grim watches over the bar when Yuu is gone. Trey and Deuce follow them to the apartment without saying a word as Yuu knocks on Ace’s door. 

“Ace, Trey, and Deuce are here to see you.” Yuu hears a shuffle from inside. 

“Bring them in.” Ace answers. Yuu opens the door to find Ace with part of his shirt on as he tries to sit up and move around. 

“Don’t reopen your wounds.” Yuu scolds stepping inside. Trey and Deuce follow immediately, checking Ace to see his condition. Yuu doesn’t miss the sigh of relief that leaves Trey’s throat.

“I’m so glad you're okay. I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.” Trey rubs his temple. 

“It's not your fault Trey.” Ace rolls his eyes. 

“Yes it is, I’m Riddle’s right hand. It's my job to take care of everyone, especially in the state he is now.” Trey sighs.

“Well, he needs to figure things out himself instead of taking his anger out on others.” Deuce adds. “All the underlings can do is try not to step on his toes, which is hard to do with all the rules,” Deuce explains.  

“It's just his way of doing things.” Trey takes a deep breath. 

Yuu leans against the wall watching the scene before them. They will never understand this whole mafia business. Yuu’s disdain for people throwing their life away to join those groups always causes a sinking feeling in their stomachs. They can only hope to find a place away from all this in the future. With a sigh, Yuu knocks on the wall to get their attention. 

“I need to head back down to the bar. I’ll give you guys some privacy.” Yuu lets out a sigh. 

“Thank you, Yuu.” Deuce straightens up bowing to them. “For everything.” 

Yuu nods as they walk out of the room, closing the door. 

As Yuu makes their way down the stairs the sound of a voice reaches their ears. 

“Aren’t you a pretty kitty? Come on smile for Cay-Cay.” A man with bright orange hair. Yuu gives him a confused look as he’s snapping many pictures of Grim on the barstool. Grim however looks ready to claw the man’s eyes out.

“Um, can I help you?” 

“Oh hey there.” The man flashes a bright smile at Yuu. He leans against the counter looking Yuu up and down. Grim saw the first opportunity to escape somewhere else in the bar. 

“You the owner of this bar?” He straightens out his jacket.

“No, but I work here. What can I get you?” Yuu goes behind the counter as the man takes a seat. 

“A virgin spicy mango margarita please.” He places his head in his hands. Yuu starts to get to work making his drink trying to take their mind off the trio upstairs. 

“So what’s your name?” 

Yuu glances up at the man as he gives them an award-winning smile, but it seems like an act to them. Sam would teach them about the facial expressions of people. The man in front of them has a fake smile. A smile that makes people uncomfortable if they knew the truth behind it, but on the surface, it's as warm as can be.  

“Yuu.” They answer bluntly. 

“My name is Cater Diamond. Nice to meet you.” He outstretches his hand to Yuu as they slide his drink in front of him. Yuu raises a brow at him as they take it. 

“Excuse me for being too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime? You are just two cute, I know a few cafes you would love.”

Yuu stands there with wide eyes as blood rushes to their cheeks. It caught them so off guard that they didn’t see Trey coming down the stairs. Trey stops, looking at the scene in front of him.

“I’m I interrupting something?” He laughs nervously. Yuu takes their hand away from Cater, turning to Trey. 

“No.” They turn around going to clean some of the other glasses. Yuu just now noticed the diamond under his eye. Another Heartslaybul member, it's like their bar is a magnet for them now. 

“Hey Trey, I've been looking everywhere for you.” Cater places a hand on Trey’s shoulder pulling him off to the side to whisper something to him. Yuu goes back to tending the bar. They can see the emotions flash through Trey’s eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “So now our dear Queen is very pissed, and we have no place to hold the negotiation meeting.” Cater finishes as Trey takes some time to think. That’s when Trey’s eyes meet Yuu’s. They should have known when Trey and Cater flashed them that nervous smile something was up. “Yuu I know you might have a lot on your plate, but could we use this bar as a base for negotiations? We need a place in neutral territory and our previous place is… no longer available.” Trey asks. 

Yuu raises a brow as they clean up a glass. 

“I don’t want my bar overrun with gang activity.” They state firmly. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t dream of causing your establishment any trouble.” Cater smiles waving the thought away. 

“It will just be for tonight, and we will pay you handsomely for doing this favor.” Trey ensures. Yuu couldn’t argue with a good paycheck, they need it right now with another mouth to feed. Plus it will be interesting to meet this infamous Queen everyone keeps talking about.

“Fine, but only for tonight, and you must make sure Ace doesn’t get hurt.” Yuu glares at Trey. 

“Absolutely, I’ll make sure Ace is not harmed. You saved our skins, believe me.” He sighs in relief. 

“It seems you Heartslabyul guys need a lot of saving as of late.” Yuu places down the glass crossing their arms. Cater and Trey can only laugh at that statement as Yuu huffs going to check the inventory in the back. 

As the day goes on Trey and Cater head back to the gang's headquarters, as Deuce stays to look after Ace and help Yuu with bar duties. Yuu made sure the bar looked presentable, setting up a table on the upper level with enough privacy for this negotiation meeting. As the sun starts to go down many people start to come in for a drink. It created a good amount of white noise for Yuu as they made drinks and bus tables. In the late hours of the night, Deuce comes down the stairs in a hurry. 

“He’s coming.” He tells Yuu going to stand outside and wait for his gang. Yuu takes a deep breath mentally preparing themselves for this encounter. They had finger foods and trays of drinks already laid out in the seating area as Heartslubyal members started flooding in like soldiers lining up in a straight line. The lights are dimmed slightly as they illuminate the faces in the bar. Trey and Cater open the front door as a silence passes through the building. The sound of heels clicking against pavement makes itself known as a shadow comes into view. Yuu tilts their head to get a glimpse at this gang leader as he steps into the establishment. He was short in stature, but his presence was one of authority. His red hair is done perfectly and his suit is crisp and clean, not a spot out of place. His eyes are a sharp bluish-gray as he glances in my direction. I could only stand there cleaning glass as he walked past. A small huff escapes his lips as he walks up the stairs with Trey and Cater at his sides. Deuce comes up from behind with the rest of the gang members as they take their seats elsewhere on standby. Deuce sits at the bar by Yuu taking a deep breath, sweat spilling from his forehead. Yuu passes him a cup of water. He gives them and thankfully nods, as it now turned into a waiting game for the other side to come in. Yuu made sure there was enough food and drink for everyone, they took notice that the sweets are more favored when it comes to Riddle. The gang leader finished off a single plate by himself. Yuu can’t help but smile a little at that as they clear off the table.

“Something amusing?” Yuu stops and so does everyone else in the vicinity. 

“No sir.” They answer, picking up the plate. Riddle stares down at them from his seat, his eyes following their every move. 

“Funny I could have sworn I saw a smile on your face.” He looks towards his empty glass sipping at the last bit of its contents. “It seems I’ve finished another glass. Our friends are very late.” He states. Yuu can feel the tension in the room starts to thicken. 

“Here Riddle.” Trey takes out a bottle of sparkling cider from the table, going to pour it again into Riddle’s glass, but his leader's hand stops him. 

“Bartender, I would like you to make me a drink.” Riddle smiles.

“What would you like sir?” 

“Surprise me, but be sure I like it or else.” He frowns glaring daggers at Yuu. 

“Here Riddle let me-” Trey speaks up. 

“No Trey I need you here to keep me updated on our friends. Hopefully, this bartender can make up for their rundown establishment with their service.” He crosses his legs. Yuu knows it would be in their best interest to not piss this guy off, but his arrogance picks at their patience. Not to mention the terrible state that Ace is in, is all because of this guy. Yuu places a tight smile on their face, as Riddle raises his brow. 

“Of course.” The eyes follow Yuu’s motion as they curtsy. “Your majesty.” Yuu makes their way back down the stairs before he can say anything. Now they just have to make a drink that's better than ever so they don’t lose their head.

Yuu took notice of how Riddle has a sweet tooth, and that Trey chose to give him a cider instead of a wine, he must not be of drinking age yet. Not to mention Ace brought up that he stole a tart. So with the information, Yuu as they whip up a sweet rose virgin margarita. Yuu makes sure it has a bit more sugar than the recipe calls just for Riddle as they bring it up on a simple tray. Deuce watches them pass up the stairs his hands clutching to his sides.  

“Here is your drink sir.” Yuu places the glass in front of Riddle and carefully eyes it. With the snap of his fingers, two gang members stand side by side with Yuu. So they couldn’t escape it seems Trey can only look on with worry as Riddle takes a small sip. It moves in slow motion as Riddle’s eyes widen and his face softens a great bit. 

“Hm, this is rather good.” He takes another sip as the whole room lets out a collective sigh. 

“Your skills very much make up for your decor bartender.” He waves the guards off as they go back to their stations. 

“Thank you-

“Okay where is he!” A young thug bursts into the bar with a few of his friends as he looks around at the establishment. He spits out his cigar stomping on it to put it out. “There he is, hey Rosehearts sorry we got here late had a party across town.” He walks up the stairs taking a seat across Riddle as his friends sit beside him moving Yuu out of the way. 

“Hey, sweetness mind grabbing us a few beers.” The main thug orders as Yuu returns to the bar to get their drinks. This won’t end well anyone could see that. The Heartslaybul members are already tensing up. Yuu finds Grim on the bar stool as they safely place the cat in the safe room behind the bar. Yuu brings up the drinks quickly as the thug rambles off to Riddle, who is just sipping the beverage Yuu made him.

“So I don’t think we’ll be able to sell our territory with what you offered.” He takes a long chug of bar letting out a large burp. Yuu cringes at the sight, but still, Riddle remains silent. 

“We already adjusted the deal several times.” Trey piped up. 

“Shut up four eyes I’m talking to your shorty of a leader here!” He snaps at Trey. 

Cater grabs onto Yuu’s shoulder having them step back a fair distance away. 

Riddle stands taking one last sip of his drink. In a split second, he pulls the thug by the collar smashing the glass right on his head. 

He lets out a loud scream as everybody stands in attention, any bystanders rush out the door trying to not get caught in the crossfire. His friends pull out guns, but they explode with a snap of Riddle’s fingers. 

“I’ve heard just about enough of you lot!” He outstretches his hand towards them as fire shoots from his fingertips. Red veins grow from his neck and eyes as collars made of fire wrap around the thugs' necks. 

Cater places his hands over Yuu’s eyes as Trey covers their ears. It only seemed like a few minutes before they let Yuu hear and see again. Burn marks stand where the thugs once were as Riddle dusts himself off. 

“Change of plans Trey start the preparations to add new territory to the Heartslaybul district. We will be taking it by force this time around.” Trey nods as Riddle heads down the stairs. 

“Thank you bartender for letting us use your establishment on such short notice. Heartslaybul will cover any damages that took place in a timely manner.” Riddle straightens out his gloves as his members stand in attention holding the door for him. Yuu follows Cater and Trey down the stairs as they say their goodbyes. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve probably introduced myself.” Riddle stops turning around fully to greet Yuu. “The name is Riddle Rosehearts see to it that you remember.” He turns around again looking over his shoulder one last time. 

“For you will be seeing me more often.”        

Inspired by @jackplushie Silver Bullet au                   

[anniebear-92]

What do you think would have happened in paw prints if you already had a cat when you found bakugo on the street and brought him home? Does he get along well with actual animals that aren’t hybrid like him?

Hello! I was just thinking about something similar the other day! Thank you for my first ask. 🙏🏻 I hope this answers your question :)

If you had another cat before Bakukat.

You had adopted your cat a couple years prior to finding our lovable angry fur ball. She was a very soft tempered cat who loved to lay in your lap when you did anything. Watch tv? Read a book? Do your homework? Have a zoom meeting? You bet she was right there.

She was a model fur baby, barely got on the counters due to early training in her kitten hood and she kept her zoomies to decent hours.

You were so used to her temperament that when you found the bakubrat it turned your world upside down. At first you had placed your cat in your room with the essentials so you could tend to the sick kitty, just in the off chance he had something contagious that could be easily passed off. Then you’d have two sick animals to worry about!

You kept her shut in your room as best as you could while he recovered so you could introduce them slowly as not to create an inter-house incident. Though once the vet had given Bakugo a clean bill of health it was time to introduce the two.

You started slowly, one day by bringing out her favorite blanket for him to sniff. He had looked at you like you had killed his first born and swiped at it with a loud hiss.

Well this was going to be interesting.

After that you took small steps to inter-grain them into each others space. The first time he had actually seen her, he had thrown such a hissy fit that you had whisked her away before he had done any damage.

You sighed with your fist against a cheek while flipping through how to sites on your phone in order to get some help on putting them together without a full on battle royal.

Bakugo trotted up and ever so rudely hopped into your lap and began kneading at your thigh. You would’ve called him the cutest baker at the biscuit factory if it were not for the claws that caught your skin every other movement.

“Bakugo quit that!” You waived your fingers in his face, ears flattening against his head as he hissed in response.

That’s what you got for bringing another feline into his house!

You finally had a day off and made it your sole mission to get them in the same room without any signs of aggression from either. Your poor female had barely awknowledged the male, it was primarily Bakugo who had an issue.

You sat on the couch with your fingers gently underneath Bakugo’s arm pits. His fierce crimson eyes glaring back at you as you firmly stated, “I’m going to bring her out. You two are going to get along or I might have to find you a home sir. She was here first.”

His ears flattened and eyes widened. The prissy feline was here first? Absolutely incorrect this was his place! His food giver! Though, if he did play along with the female maybe he wouldn’t be back on the street… again.

You pecked the space between his ears and retuned him to his paws.

Slowly opening the bedroom door, the female trotted out in a devil may care attitude and paused upon rounding the couch, seeing the fiery companion.

Taking a test sniff in the air she chose to ignore him and made a beeline for the food dish since hers had run out a bit before. More like the food had scattered around the rim and heavens to Betsy she will starve in these conditions!

Bakugo watched begrudgingly as she dug into the food he had been eating while under the weather. He had lost interest in the kibble and bits type food anyway!

Raising his tail in the air he huffed and marched his sassy way back to his normal spot on the chair. Finding this a success you squealed a bit and left your door open just a event your cat needed an escape from Bakugo.

Invading his space you began running your fingers through his soft fur, he let out a huff to let you know exactly how he felt but closed his eyes all the same.

The next few days went smoothly, your female avoided Bakugo and he didn’t go out of his way to seek her out either. Continuing to repeat in his mind he didn’t want to be back on the street, so he’d have to deal with this extra.

However if she did pass by within swiping distance he definitely didn’t miss a chance on that one.

Though the first day you left for school after break, coming home to loud snarls and distressed sounds. You found yourself shocked to find that your feline had Bakugo pinned against the floor, teeth bared and a whimper escaped him.

You called her name in a warning tone, he was instantly released and his body a streak as he hid under the couch for the remainder of the evening. Clearly your easy going cat had enough of his attitude!

From then on the two got on swimmingly, your female had asserted her dominance and as annoyed as Bakugo was he left her alone… for the most part.

Though after he became his “human” self you found him on the floor on all fours once with his face in hers. “Whose the boss of the house now princess?”

He stuck his tongue out as she took a swipe at him.

“Last I checked I pay bills in this house so that’d be me.”

He shot up and looked at you with wide eyes, grumbling he didn’t mean it.

Needless to say I feel like Bakugo would be jealous of another cat. Taking up your time and giving you snuggles when you should be paying attention to him! Though even after he turns into his hybrid form you’ll probably catch him snuggling with her while watching tv. He becomes like the I don’t want/like cats dads that become best friends.

Especially if it was the other way around. You didn’t have a cat, and then brought one home after Bakugo thinking he needed a companion. Lord help you if you unknowingly brought home another hybrid!

Especially a tabby stripe with strange green streaks… :) I hope this was up to your standards!

[laziestgirlintown]

Something Sweet, chapter 10

Happy dates, but also cw: panic attack, sorry about that. Also on AO3. First chapter here.

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First date: walking around an exhibition, talking art, ending up with drinks, talking more.

Laughing together in the café when the curator comes for new cakes.

Second date: a concert or play, followed by dinner, lots of talking. (Among speech bubbles of art and pastries and cats, also a few of various pride flags)

On the way to the bus/tram stop, the baker reaches out, and they hold hands for the rest of the walk. The curator suggests a walk in a park for their next date.

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Third date: walking through the park the curator suggested. They hold hands. Both pleased, happy, radiant. Pointing out trees, clouds, statues, talking about all sorts of things.

The baker, feeling confident and safe: “I actually live just over there. Would you like to meet Sable?”

*heart eyes* “I would love to meet Sable!”

Sable thoroughly approves of the curator. He chats with her while the baker makes tea.

They sit on the sofa, turned to each other, Sable stretched out across their drawn-up legs (knees nearly touching but not quite).

The curator, closing his eyes over his steaming teacup: “Oh, this smells lovely.”

The baker: “Hey, I think there’s something I should tell you. Just so that … so that I won’t have not told you.”

The curator considers joking (‘You’re married, right? As long as you’re both fine with poly, I’m fine with that��), realises how serious the baker is, grows serious too. “All right.”

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The baker: “After your first Saturday in the café, M_ said they’d recognised you as a café critic.” 

[the curator cracks in two, cut clean off with a clack; nothing shows outwards and the baker goes on:] 

“So we looked you up to see if you’d reviewed us.”

The curator looks away slightly, struggles not to turn off completely. “But that’s not what you found,” he manages. His voice is frail, far away; his body tenses against waves of shivers; his heart races, thundering in his ears.

“No. And I can’t possibly pretend to understand it, just from what I read, but obviously I’m incredibly sorry it happened and I’ll support you in any way you want me to. It was beginning to feel strange knowing of it but not – K_?” He realises something is really wrong.

“It …” the curator tries, but can’t speak.

Sable sits up and looks at him worriedly, purring.

The curator’s hands twist, splashing hot tea, and the baker swiftly takes his teacup, setting it and his own on the table, taking one of the curator’s hands in both of his.

“K_?”

The curator opens his mouth again, to no avail. His vision is beginning to go black, his face and hands are pale. He shakes violently once, then sits frozen, trembling. Sable immediately walks closer, kneading his leg, rubbing her head against his face and chest, purring loudly.

“K_,” the baker says shakily, trying to keep his terrified voice calm. “Breathe, please, breathe. You’re having a panic attack, but you’re safe, and it will pass. I promise. Sable will help you. Breathe. Listen. Like this.”

He breathes in deep through the nose, breathes out long and slow through the mouth.

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The curator is seeing stars, spiralling, body numb and distant, but Sable’s purring is getting through to him, and, little by little, so is the baker’s voice and the warmth of his hands.

“Breathe, please. With me.” The baker takes another deep, long breath. “K_. You’re safe. I know it’s hard to breathe, but I’ll help you. It’ll come. You’ll come back.” Another breath.

The curator gasps, sobs.

“Can you lift your hand to Sable? She likes it when you pet her. She’s warm.”

The baker lets him hear another clear, deep breath. The curator lifts his free hand to Sable’s soft fur and gasps again, pulls in a very shallow breath, coughs it out.

“Good,” the baker says. “That’s good.” He breathes in, breathes out. The curator gasps more than breathes, but shakily strokes the cat, who curls up against him. Little by little, the baker’s distant voice comes closer, and, so slowly, K_ relearns how to breathe.

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When K_’s body finally unlocks he crumbles against the sofa’s backrest, trembling but breathing, petting Sable with a very unsteady hand. His cheeks are wet with tears.

The baker hunches up. Tears roll down his face too. “Shit. I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realise it was that bad. I should have been much more careful. Or minded my own damn business.”

“I …” The curator coughs, tries again, weakly: “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to apologise for,” the baker says indisputably. “Would you like some water?”

“Yes. Please.”

The baker moves as unthreateningly and softly as he can, comes back with a glass of water and a tin of biscuits, set on the table for later. He helps the curator hold the glass to take a few sips.

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“I swear I’ll never bring it up again if you don’t,” the baker says.

“I’m … It’s …”

“And we don’t need to talk about it now if you don’t want; but if you want, I’ll listen. I know it was bad, I hate that it was, and you’re safe here, no questions asked.”

The curator nods slowly. “Thank you.”

“Would you like a biscuit? Good for the blood sugar.”

“Not yet. Some more water, please?”

“Of course.”

After he’s drunk more, the curator comments quietly:

“I see Sable knows what to do in case of panic attacks.” He reaches out with the hand not petting her, and curls it gently over the baker’s hand. The baker squeezes back just as gently, in mutual, reciprocal support.

Chapter 11

[catwheels]

Cat paws are a mesmerizing and integral part of our feline friends' anatomy. These soft and delicate appendages serve numerous purposes, ranging from providing stability and balance to serving as a means of communication. In this article, we will delve into the captivating world of cat paws, exploring their unique structure, functions, and the behaviors associated with them.

The Structure of Cat Paws:

A cat's paw consists of five toes on the front feet and four toes on the back feet. Each toe is equipped with a retractable claw, allowing cats to extend and retract them as needed. This retractable mechanism helps to keep the claws sharp and ready for hunting or self-defense. Additionally, the front paws possess an additional fifth toe, known as the dewclaw, which is positioned higher up the leg and doesn't come into contact with the ground as frequently as the other toes.

Beneath the soft and velvety exterior of a cat's paw lies a remarkable network of tendons, ligaments, muscles, and bones. The bones in a cat's paw are similar to those found in a human hand, including the metacarpal and phalangeal bones. This intricate skeletal structure grants cats a remarkable dexterity, allowing them to maneuver objects with great precision.

Functions of Cat Paws:

Balance and Stability: Cat paws play a crucial role in maintaining balance and stability. The soft pads on the undersides of their paws act as shock absorbers, enabling cats to land gracefully and silently when they jump or climb. These pads also provide excellent traction, giving them the ability to navigate various terrains effortlessly.

Grooming: Cats are known for their meticulous grooming habits, and their paws play an essential role in this process. They use their front paws to lick and clean their faces, removing dirt and debris. Additionally, their paws act as a natural grooming tool to clean their fur by running them through their bodies.

Sense of Touch: The pads of a cat's paws are packed with numerous nerve endings, making them highly sensitive. This heightened sensitivity allows cats to perceive subtle changes in their environment, aiding in their hunting abilities and alertness to potential threats. It also enables them to navigate their surroundings with precision, ensuring they land safely and securely on different surfaces.

Communication: Cat paws are not only functional but also serve as a means of communication. When cats are content and relaxed, they often knead their paws against a soft surface, such as a blanket or their favorite human's lap. This behavior is often associated with feelings of comfort and happiness.

Marking Territory: Cats have scent glands located on their paws, which leave behind pheromones when they scratch or knead surfaces. By doing so, they mark their territory and communicate their presence to other cats.

Cat Paw Behaviors:

Kneading: As mentioned earlier, cats engage in kneading behavior, which involves rhythmically pushing their paws against a soft surface. This action is often associated with contentment, relaxation, and a throwback to their kittenhood when they used kneading to stimulate milk flow while nursing.

Scratching: Cats have a natural instinct to scratch objects, which serves multiple purposes. Scratching helps them shed the outer layers of their claws, keeping them sharp. It also helps stretch their muscles and mark their territory through the scent glands on their paws.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Part 9 - Couldn't leave you for too long on that cliffhanger

The morning caused an ache in Nesta’s chest that no activity could mask. Rovena had invited Nesta to the living room to teach her to knit. She already knew from her days as a mortal. She cast on her stitches, knitted a few rows then wanted to stop. Then they moved to embroidery, but Nesta’s work as a child had been exemplary. She’d spent years repairing their fragile clothes, darning socks, or even making bedsheets into nightgowns as they grew.

It was too cold to leave the house; the wind and hail battered the window panes and came screaming down the chimney. Nesta had helped to clean the previous day’s dishes, drying them off and hunting for the correct cupboard as quickly as Rovena scrubbed them.

Rovena had tried to teach Nesta to bake, sensing that she needed to keep her hands busy. Azriel’s mother only ever spoke encouragingly, and never too much. She knew when to let a silence wash over them or when to pull them from it. Food turned Nesta’s stomach, so when Rovena suggested Nesta sit by the fire because she looked cold and she would continue, she was grateful for it.

Elta slunk into her lap again. The cat kneaded through a blanket and a gown to Nesta’s skin. The needling sensation gave her a focus. Even the roaring fire didn’t panic her today. She was happy to stare at it, slipping into a trance as the flames devoured each other. Her mind was elsewhere, not on that battlefield watching her father die, but in another battlefield.

Nesta’s mind lurched to awful conclusions and outcomes. Truth-Teller remained in their bedroom, but what if Cassian drew a weapon on Azriel and she had made him surrender his own? What if the sun set and Azriel never came back to Rosehall? If something serious had happened, she would never know.

A choked sob tore from her throat.

It took only heartbeats for Rovena to reach Nesta and pull her to her body, comforting her. She had not known how badly she had needed the love of a mother until she received it.

The female did not tell Nesta that everything would be okay. Did not tell her that her worries were ridiculous. Just like her son, Rovena said nothing, only let Nesta cry against her while a hand caressed the back of her head.

Even when Nesta managed to stop her tears, Rovena remained with her, hunched over on the arm of the chair taking care of her.

‘I’ve ruined everything,’ Nesta said, pressing her palms into her eyes.

They had settled with a peppermint tea in the living room. Mint was supposed to be calming, Elain had told her once. Unlike Azriel, Rovena’s emotions were not difficult to read. She poured them both a cup with a shaking hand then reached down to bring Kotso, the grey cat, to her lap. Her knuckle brushed beneath his chin until he purred. She was as nervous as Nesta, also needing to keep her hands busy.

‘Why do you say such a thing?’

How could Nesta tell Rovena about the wretch she was? Of all the failures in her life that led to this? Two brothers were pitted against each other because of her. Azriel would likely lose the family that he had spent five hundred years with for her.

‘He will lose everything for me.’

‘My son did not have a good start in life. I don’t know how much he’s told you. Cassian and Rhysand – they’re his brothers and I thank the Mother every day that they found each other. But there was always this sense that part of Azriel was missing. And I know love doesn’t complete a person,’ she said, brown eyes becoming filled with tears, ‘but he’s never had enough love. I was never able to love him properly. Just one hour a week was all I was allowed. Then they left him in Windhaven. and I didn't see him until he was grown.’

Nesta reached for her hand, unable to see her in pain.

‘If they cannot see how much better he is with you then they do not deserve him. Azriel doesn’t like to be here, he feels like he failed me, like I’m ashamed of him, but last night, Nesta,’ she squeezed her hand. ‘My son was happy here for once, smiling with the female he loves. He’s gained an equal in you – and for me, I hope a daughter.’  

***

‘You’re not in trouble, are you?’

Azriel had arrived early. Rhys too. He set his jaw, reminding himself that telling the inner circle was a courtesy, not an obligation. He and Nesta broke no rules with their love.

Violet eyes searched his skin for any wound, any clue to why he had likely been dragged from the arms of his mate on a bitter February morning. Rhys was not one who could cast judgement; his mate had been the bride of an enemy. One he’d stolen away to Velaris.

‘Be here,’ he said flatly. ‘Be ready.’

The static of Rhys’ magic crackled in the air – a sure sign that he was always ready for whatever life tended to throw at them.

‘Should I be worried?’

Azriel said nothing as he stalked away, closing the distance to the meeting point he’d allocated for Cassian. It was far enough that Rhys wouldn’t see their faces clearly, but he’d be able to reach them quickly by winnowing or flight. From the direction of the wind, Cassian wouldn’t scent his high lord there either.

The minutes ticked by. Cassian was rarely late. A life as a soldier had drilled that into him. No, he would arrive exactly on time, to the second.

Without Truth-Teller, Azriel felt exposed. His hand kept flitting to the empty hilt, touching a phantom blade that he’d left in Nesta’s hands. He’d done the same to her sister then Nesta had decapitated a king with it. Maybe they were more similar than he knew.

Cassian’s wings stretched out behind him as he soared downwards. He’d always been the best flyer. The quickest. Most agile despite his bulk. He took risks where others would balk, banking at the last second with pinpoint accuracy. He had no fear in the air; he had no fear of anything.  

His face was still lined from sleep and his black hair hadn’t been combed.

Azriel ran through all the differences between his brother and Nesta, cementing why they weren’t a good pairing. Nesta preferred the quiet where he could be loud and abrasive. Nesta never did anything unless she had thought it through where Cassian rushed in. They had no shared interests, no hobbies, nothing to converse over. And he thought of all the times that Cassian had roused Nesta’s anger, how he fanned the flames to incense her rather than actually sharing a peaceful conversation.

‘Rita’s. Mor,’ he said, explaining his dishevelled appearance.

Another reason to add to the list. Mor would always insert herself between them. She’d latched onto Cassian for years and wasn’t inclined to let him go to Nesta. Nesta didn’t drink. She never drank at home. She never wanted to go out until the early hours, preferring early mornings or early nights tucked up in bed with her books.  

Azriel had never been easy to read. He’d mask every emotion as a child, giving the answers his father wanted to hear, walling up every hurt or pain. But Cassian had always guessed his emotions, always been able to get to the heart of them somehow.

‘What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need help?’

He pushed forwards with a concern that Azriel didn’t deserve. Cassian had never needed to reserve his love; his was endless, given freely and without care.

Azriel rotated through his mantras – reasons why he shouldn’t feel guilt. Cassian had hurt him over and over with Mor. He’d been able to read his emotions, knew it pained him, but continued because that was better than altering the status quo that they’d established five hundred years ago.

‘I’m with Nesta.’

His brother peered around, taking it literally. Hoping to see her beautiful face like an oasis in the frozen Illyrian hills.

‘No, Cass. Nesta and I. We’re together.’

Blood thundered in his ears until the drums popped. The secret had finally been given life. To his left, Azriel saw Rhys already moving, walking steadily in their direction. The bastard was listening in with his powers. He’d shifted so that his wings were on full display, readying themselves to snap inwards to lift him from the ground.

‘What?’

Even as Cassian stepped closer, Azriel held his ground. A part of them would always be the boys with everything to prove, scrapping daily against each other because only one bastard could survive Illyria. There had never been a possibility that two of them might rise up together as allies until Rhys had carved that path for them.

The emotions were painted so openly on Cassian’s face, he had to wonder how Cassian ever took the upper hand in a fight. Anger, betrayal, hurt all flashed across his features. Then confusion.

‘Since when?’

Rhys stood to the side at an equal distance from both, feet ready to leap in either direction. To protect or prevent. Azriel didn’t know.

‘Since the restaurant. I went to Nesta’s that night and I haven’t left.’

‘That was in October!’ Cassian screwed up his fists, pacing like a distressed beast. His boots pounded over the untouched snow. ‘You came to Solstice. You both came to Solstice. You fucking walked her home for me! I got her that gift, you knew I did that. Did you fuck her that night?'

'Do not speak so crudely of Nesta,’ he warned. The only warning he’d give.

No, that night had been the spark of change where their relationship had shifted from mindless sex to something more, something better. They’d shared the bed, curled up together after Cassian had shouted her on the bridge and it was the first time Azriel had slept all the way through the night. Because Nesta was his sanctuary. Because he’d found his equal. One who would never run from him.  

‘You’ve been fucking Nesta for months! You know what she means to me.’

His composure was slipping rapidly, far quicker than it ever had. The need to protect Nesta was at the forefront of his mind.

‘What does she mean, Cass? What did she mean when you never prioritised her? When you argued with her two days after her father died because she didn’t want to eat dinner with us? You had months to go to her. Months to express anything but you didn’t because you’re a coward.’ Azriel tried to quash down his anger but it was bubbling away, seeping through his grasp. It was like a Faultline had torn itself through the prison of his wrath, leaking out. ‘She does not want you. She is not yours. Nesta has never been yours.’

Cassian gave a horrified shake of his head. His eyes moved between him and Rhys in disbelief.

‘Az, she is my mate.’

A lurch of his stomach had him staggering back a step. His whole body suddenly ran cold.

It would make sense. Cassian had been drawn to Nesta even when she was mortal like a moth to a flame, unable to prise himself from her, volunteering to fly to the mortal lands despite the journey. How had he missed it?

Azriel stared at Rhys, demanding another say it. Demanding to hear the truth that he had been oblivious to.

‘It hasn’t snapped,’ Rhys said evenly.

Cassian laughed bitterly. ‘I know it. Feyre knows it. You know it, Rhys. You know she’s my mate.’

Then Azriel, the bastard that he was, said, ‘And she still doesn’t want you.’

A blur of fists was upon him, but Azriel had always been quicker on his feet. He turned his body, let the bone of his wing snap into Cassian’s jaw. They winnowed with Rhys trying to grab one of them to pull them apart, but they were a mass of bodies, throwing undisciplined punches at any exposed skin. They were dragged wherever Rhys took them in his futile attempts at stopping a fight.

Azriel was almost glad when Cassian’s knuckles rattled his skull. Glad for the pain because it took away some of his guilt. The more he hit him, the further it would push Nesta away. And Cassian was too blind to see it. Just as Azriel had been too blind to see the potential of them being mates.

His brother had been bleeding out in Hybern’s throne room, still twitching towards Nesta as her screams had rung out. There was a reason why she had cradled his body with her own and had been ready to die with Cassian.

Eventually, Rhys managed to prise them apart, putting distance between them.

All three were panting. Azriel’s eyebrow had split, he could feel the skin stretching as it swelled, the hot blood streaming down his face. Each inhale was painful, a burning sensation clawing at his ribs. Cassian’s mouth was bloody. It stained his teeth. His hair had been torn from its leather tie so tangled over his swollen face. Rhys had been hit beneath his eye so it was beginning to bruise. They were lucky it wasn’t worse. Lucky that they hadn’t resorted to magic.

They’d fought plenty in the past. Never like this. Azriel hated it. Hated to see his brother hurting at his hands.

‘We didn’t want to lie to you,’ he swallowed, taking sharp, painful breaths.

‘But you did. You have. For months.’

Azriel shook his head. ‘I love her, Cass.’

Those words were worse than a knife between the ribs. He saw the pain lance itself to Cassian’s chest. The betrayal of his brother. Of Nesta. A simple fling might have been forgiven. They’d both taken plenty of lovers, swapped them even in the past without jealousy. This was not just a few nights of pleasure. It never would be.

Again, he said, ‘Nesta is my mate.’

‘There is no bond,’ Azriel spat.

‘And when it snaps into place?’ Cassian demanded. ‘You’d give her to me?’

A white-hot anger blinded Azriel. He surged forwards, hands outstretched, to launch Cassian onto the ice before he had even registered what he was doing.

Cassian skidded backwards, wings scraping on the ground. His eyes had gone wide from the attack. Rhys hadn’t even moved off the spot because Azriel had moved so quickly across the snow, so incensed by Cassian’s words.

‘Nesta is not a possession. Don’t you ever speak as if she belongs to you again. Ever.’

His hand flitted to Truth-Teller’s hilt and found it missing. Then he was glad Nesta had the foresight to take it from him because he would do something he would forever regret.

Before Cassian could launch his own assault, Rhys stepped between them, magic swirling around his hands. ‘Stop.’

There was nothing but power in that command, but Cassian could never stop where his heart was concerned.

‘What is it, Az? Revenge for Mor? A maidenhead for a maidenhead? You steal my mate beca-’

Rhys deflected the bolt of power that Azriel had hurled at Cassian so it ricocheted off the mountain.

He took a moment to steady his breathing. Shadows flicked around his ankles and wrists in warning not to let it go too far. ‘Nesta chose to be with me. You were not even a thought. I didn’t steal anything because Nesta was never yours. And if you speak again of her, as if she belongs to you, I will fucking kill you.’

Cassian streaked across the sky, hurtling for Velaris. It would take him an hour or two; with his temper, likely the former. Azriel knew he’d aim straight for Nesta’s apartment, but he’d find it empty. He would keep her out of the storm for as long as it took Cassian to see reason.

Beside him, Rhys blew out a breath. ‘I asked you the morning of the snowball fight why I could scent Nesta on you and you lied.’

Azriel shrugged. ‘We weren’t ready for people to know because of situations like this. Because of how you treat Nesta. Despite that, she didn’t want me to lose you all for her.’

With his sleeve, Azriel pressed down on his eyebrow trying to staunch the blood. Streaks of it stained the snow from all three of them.

‘Am I telling the others?’

A harsh wind rattled from the mountains, although it did little to cool the fire burning in Azriel’s gut. It had been about as bad as he expected it to be. Cassian hadn’t helped himself. He didn’t deserve the pain – but he didn’t deserve Nesta’s goodness either, her guilt that they hadn’t told him as if they owed Cassian anything.

She surely did not know that Cassian was her mate. She wouldn’t have entered into this relationship if she knew that. A mate bond was so rare and sacred that Azriel felt disgusted that he would deny his brother that – deny Nesta it – but Nesta deserved the choice. Another difficult conversation he’d need to have that day.

‘Done,’ Rhys announced, blinking out of his trance. He was thankful for Rhys for taking that mantle on – and for not telling him the outcome. ‘Az, if the bond snaps into place?’

Azriel’s eyes shuttered closed. ‘Then Nesta chooses. And all I want is her to be happy.’

For a long while, Rhys regarded him. ‘That’s what I thought about Feyre when she was about to marry Tamlin. Cass will come round, eventually. I knew something was different with you. You seem more settled. Your shadows,’ he said, nodding towards them, ‘move easier like they’re finally rested. Less jittery. You’ve been with Nesta since October?’

‘I didn’t go there looking for a relationship. It was never our intention to hurt anybody. I love her, Rhys. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t.’

‘You’re willing to risk everything for Nesta?’

‘A thousand times over.’

There was no intention to return to one of their shared residences with Nesta. Firstly, she wasn’t comfortable amongst them. Secondly, she wouldn’t want to flaunt a relationship in front of people who would always have an opinion on them. He just wanted them not to be a shameful secret. Wanted to be able to take her places and show her the world she was part of.

Azriel liked having another home – one that was only theirs. It gave privacy and comfort. Nesta had never cast judgement on him, just as he had not said a bad word on her. He wished he’d gone to her sooner. Wished he could have found happiness with her sooner.

‘You know Cass will go and hammer at her door until she answers.’

Azriel nodded. ‘She’s not there. I anticipated that.’

‘Do you two play chess?’ Rhys joked, attempting to inject humour into the situation. ‘I’d never met anybody who analysed every situation and outcome like you until I met Nesta.’

‘We do,’ Azriel admitted. ‘It takes us about six hours to finish a game.’

‘Do you win?’

‘Yeah,’ he said, some of the tension easing itself from his spine as his wings relaxed from their defensive stance.

‘Do you cheat?’

He snorted then. ‘It’s the only way I’ll beat her. She’s too smart.’

Rhys clapped him on the back. It was not an easy situation to navigate, but already he felt relief from letting it out as if poison was seeping from a wound and it could finally start to heal.

‘The circumstances aren’t ideal. I wish it could be different,’ Rhys confessed, spreading his hands. ‘But you’re my brothers and I want what’s best for both of you. I’m still glad that you have love, Az. That hasn’t changed.’

If Rhys and his mother hadn’t taken pity on two of Illyria’s bastards, both he and Cassian likely already would be dead. When they climbed Ramiel together, they had forged a bond that was unbreakable. It hurt now and the future was murky, but Azriel had to have hope that there would be good days again for them.

‘Is Nesta somewhere safe?’ By that, Rhys meant somewhere where Cassian wouldn’t find her. In the state that he was in, however, there didn’t seem to be a stone his brother wouldn’t leave unturned in his search.

‘She’s at Rosehall.’

His breath hitched as they walked across the frozen ground. ‘You took Nesta to your mother?’

Briefly, Rhys had met her once, with Cassian, when they prepared to take her to Rosehall. That had been almost five hundred years ago once Rhys had become high lord and the war was finished. He hadn’t let them know the location of the house. He’d ensured it was protected with charms only him and her could release. Helion’s predecessor had weaved a spell for him in return for intel on the Dawn Court. A witch from the Continent had created the wards from his blood; it was black magic so thick that even Rhys wouldn’t be able to penetrate it without losing a part of himself. The whole area was glamoured so it wasn’t visible and if any got near, they’d be tugged away by urgent business. Nobody else had ever been near her and known who her son was. Not Mor, not Amren, not Feyre. Azriel had never had an inclination of letting anybody near his mother – except Nesta.

‘I love her,’ he repeated. ‘There is no other for me.’  

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WE'LL LIVE OUR COTTAGECORE DREAMS (we'll be together)

warnings – none. characters – diluc, albedo, childe, thoma, ayato x gn!reader genre – domestic fluff. a/n – just you and him living your best cottagecore lives <3 | please reblog!! it rly helps me ><

[diluc.]

this man likes his snap decision of partially retiring from the dawn winery, and leaving some of his responsibilities to elzer. he works remotely from the little cottage the both of you spend all your time in, so more than half of his day is typically spent baking bread and collecting flowers from the meadow, and pouring wine into two glasses at the end of the day. it's a life path no one had expected him to go down, but he believes that he wouldn't have made any other choice, if he had to do it twice. he genuinely loves being with you 24/7.

[albedo.]

he had never retired from his job – choosing to experiment with the fields and flora and fauna around him instead. he has a politely dubbed "office" in the cottage, but truthfully... its a room you never want to step into because of the contrast of environment, let's just say. the room is full of death and decay, and you never dare to go in. he loves helping you tend to the meadow and grow herbs around your cottage, and can often be found playing with the cats outside. he takes klee to the cottage sometimes too and watches her play there.

[childe.]

childe ended up leaving the fatui due to "personal reasons"; dottore scoffs at that. your husband argues that wanting to spend more time with his family is something that he feels strongly about – and the archon of love insists that he spend more time with you. he spends his time at the cottage with you folding sheets and collecting firewood for the harsh winter nights, and dances with you at the fireplace. he loves cuddling you to bed and at the same time two of you often curl around each other like a question mark.

[thoma.]

once his contract had ended, thoma bid farewell to his life as the fixer, with promises to visit every now and then. now, the blonde spends the rest of his time with you, cleaning the cottage and making food. his hands spend the rest of their days kneading, kneading, kneading dough and butter and churning pots of jam and such. he accompanies you to the farmers’ market to sell and exchange money and smiles with shopkeepers, and his charm certainly wins over people as you walk home with free bottles of honey and spreads.

[ayato.]

ayato has never once regretted his decision of leaving the yashiro commission in the hands of his sister. he enjoys this simple and quiet life spent with you, taking care of what the archons have given him. he feeds the wildlife daily, stroking antlers of deer and watching the rabbits curl up beside him. ayato isn't the best in the kitchen, preferring to leave the preparation of foodstuffs to you and instead finds his place in the cottage with the rags and buckets, cleaning every inch and corner instead. he enjoys walking the well-trodden path with you every sunset, before the two of you retire for the night.

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Bracket 3 THIRD PLACE BATTLE

SIMON versus JACK

SIMON

he's two years old but still looks like he's six months old. he also recently cost his father and submitter 4k because he likes to eat random stuff off the ground :) luckily he's adorable, loves to beat them all up in the morning to wake us up, and his little meows sound like, "ba-hoo!"

PROPAGANDA

he is scared of everything that is not his mom, dad, or brother. everything else is to be treated as an very scary, dangerous enemy

he once cost us over 4,000 dollars in vet bills because he loves to try to eat random stuff off the ground. my fiancé and i both work minimum wage so you can imagine how happy we were

he went missing for 15 hours once because he pushed through a window screen and jumped. he is the last cat who would ever willingly go outside so wtf simon ....

he is a gremlin who thinks the world revolves around him (it does)

he loves letting me dress him up in hats, dresses, and shirts!

he loves to lick my fiancés face at 5am and will dig up the covers to get to him

he helps himself to any glass of water left out, even if you're also drinking it

he doesn't understand why people aren't always willing to share their food with him- he wants some!! give him a lil taste!

he also sat like this once ?

anyways i reached the mobile photo limit i hope you like my boy!!

SIMON SWEEP ACTUALLY

SIMON HAS EVEN MORE PROPAGANDA!! click here to watch it on his human's blog

JACK

Jack is a tiny Manx cat, if you dont know what a Manx is they dont have a tail :) Jack is also missing the top of his left ear because he was a stray; Like a typical Manx cat Jack is super curious and loves to play and LOVES to cuddle and will typically spend all day in someone's lap. Jack is also best friend's with submitter's dog Apollo (A big husky!!) they love to cuddle, clean each other and play!

PROPAGANDA

JACK!!!!!

Kneading ->

VOTE JACK!!!!

you can also see EVEN MORE jack pictures here

because i hit my pic limit again