#if it’s possible to have soul mate cats she was it. i loved her so freaking much

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

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saw you doing Halloween requests and thought of werewolf reader fucking the brains out of lyney and lynette

I Warned You About Those Woods, Bro!

Pairings: Lyney, Lynette x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, werewolf!reader, sub/bottom!Lyney + Lynette, noncon, terato, breeding, knotting, rough sex

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: As usual, both characters are 20+ — Yay werewolf time! Time to breed the adorable cat siblings! Hope you enjoy, lovely anon~

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Ignoring warnings typically isn't a smart move. Ignoring warnings about dangerous areas is even worse. Ignoring warnings about the beast who inhabits this particular forest — the exact forest that they were about to head into for rare ingredients — was the dumbest move that they could possibly make

Now the ash blond's stupidity would land them in an undesirable predicament; trapped within the thickest region of the forest in the dead of night with not even a single soul to save them

“C-c-c'mon now...let's not be so hasty here! Ngh-! Surely you're a man of r-reason?” The frightened magician stuttered, painfully pinned down by a large clawed hand on the small of his back. The hand was big enough for the fingers to wrap partially around the boy's waist. A feral growl resonated within your chest as your eyes narrowed at the naive thing below you, wriggling within your grasp as a last-ditch effort to escape

If he was dumb enough to venture this deep into your territory, surely after the townsfolk had warned him, then you'd just have to prove that those warnings were not exaggerations

Now Lyney regretted ignoring the kind shopkeeper's pleas to steer clear of this area, as your far-too-thick cock penetrated his ass while your razer sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds. A puddle of drool built up underneath his chin as you fucked the human's deliciously tight hole, cumming inside moments after plunging in

Choked moans from the dumb boy mixed with the sound of your heavy panting, accompanied by the loud, wet noises of his cum-soaked hole. Lyney's nimble fingers dug into the dirt and grass below while you bred another heavy load of cum deep within him, bulging his insides to their limits

The soft, alluring skin of your prey beckoned you to sink your teeth into it, biting Lyney's shoulder as it peeked through his clothing. The boy's screams pierced your ears as blood trickled down his arm, staining his skin and the grass with both blood and tears

When you ultimately knotted the human, that was the moment that he finally broke. His vision darkened for a moment and his cry was cut short as the large knot popped inside, stretching his ass far too much. Lyney went limp directly after, speechless and exhausted from being bred by buckets of inhuman cum for hours all while struggling to break free, only to fail in the end

Shaky whimpers escaped from the boy with every drag of your nails on his skin, mindlessly shivering as his breathing slowed. The knot prevented you from pulling out for a long time, effectively keeping his ass lifted up while you rutted into him until you could separate. By that time, the human was brainless, fucked stupid by your cock until his hole was left gaping with cum dribbling out

Perhaps you'll keep this one. After all, he is rather attractive. His voice sounded beautiful when you bred him, so why not keep him as your mate? Force the tiny thing to accept your seed night after night as your cute little cumdump?

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“N-no, stop that!” She shouted as a cold nose pressed up against her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply with a growl. She screamed again when a wet tongue began to lap at her folds, soaking her clothes in saliva while a large, furry tail swooshed in the air

“Wh-at are you...?” Lynette's question did not reach your ears as you were far too concerned with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the orifice concealed behind thin cloth that practically begged to be filled, and you had every intention to do so

The loud squelching of the girl's pussy was music to your furry ears as your cock ravaged the warm hole ruthlessly. Having already cum inside once, the sloppy sounds only served as fuel to keep breeding her over and over. Lynette's cunt had never been so full in her life, gripping your fat cock in a way that caused your eyes to cross and your thrusts to hit deeper, banging against her cervix until another load was pushed inside

Innocent mewls were the only sounds that came from the small feline woman while you fucked her all night long. The cute sounds easily covered up by the grunts and snarls from yourself during your rough breeding session. The noises grew quieter and quieter until Lynette had gone completely nonverbal under your grasp, pushed into a mating press to keep your fertile seed from escaping

When it was time to knot your new mate, the angle that you had her positioned at was all too perfect for pushing the massive knot in, causing her stomach to bulge as her body had no choice but to make room for it. Lynette's eyes shot open for only a second, closing halfway once more while her delicate fingers flexed and went limp along with the rest of her fragile body

As the moonlight slipped through the trees, you admired the gorgeous woman underneath you. Finally unconscious after the harsh lesson in trespassing. She was truly beautiful and you couldn't bear to kill this one yet, so you opted to bring her home as a mate. This kitty would become your wife and breeding bitch, you decided. An eager hole to accept your cum whenever you needed relief

[loneamaryllis]

Snarriet rec list - Small fics (under 30k)

Where Do We Go (When It's All Over)

by orphan_account. Rated E. 4k. Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Pregnancy Kink.

Their bond is a complicated thing that knots up in a shared understanding of the two men that had influenced their lives.

One dead by his hands, the other by hers.

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Or: Harry learns of Snape's survival, chases him down and twists them up into something else entirely even as Snape does his best to show her that there's nothing worth wanting.

Why I rec it: Hot smut, an annoyed Snape who can't fight his attraction to Harry, and great banter while they're fucking.

Sharing my heart, it's tearing me apart

by @pensieveprose. Rated E. 9K, WIP. (Underage) Creature Severus Snape, Soul Bond, Mind Link.

A mistake during a summoning ritual results in a soul bond between Harrie and Severus.

As Harrie and Severus tries to navigate being bonded and hiding it from everyone else, they realize the most crucial thing. They may be able to hide the bond from others, but hiding secrets from your bond mate is destined to end in disaster.

Why I rec it: The concept is great! Harrie binding Snape to her in a botched ritual... now they have to live with the consequences. Bonus points for the image of Snape with horns.

Untamed

by sheswayout. Not rated. 4k. Smut, Bearded!Snape.

In which Harrie attends the ministry gala and Snape is set to receive an Order of Merlin. Oh and Ginny made a bet or two.

Why I rec it: Nice little oneshot with some gala glitter and sex on a desk.

Mistletoe

by spicedlantern. Rated M. 8k. Mutual Pining, Stubborn Snape, Weaponized Mistletoe (sort of).

The seventh year Slytherins just want their Head of House to be happy. Severus must live with the consequences of their actions.

Why I rec it: It's such a fun fic! Snape growing increasingly frustrated with his problem while the solution is right there...

Stone Rolling

by spicedlantern. Rated M. 16k. Succubus, Jealousy, Pining.

Inevitably, the unstoppable force will meet the immovable object.

Or: Severus Snape is in some of the deepest denial possible, but a good succubus will expose the truth of any man, even those most stubborn and secretive.

Why I rec it: Severus being confronted with a succubus taking Harriet's form to seduce him and him going 'well there's been a mistake, I don't want Harriet Potter in any way, shape or form, no, never in a million years' is just. chef's kiss.

Fortunate Misfortune

by @hirukochan. Rated E. 6k. (Underage) Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Harrie touching things she shouldn't.

Harrie gets into contact with a nasty lust potion in Snape's potion lab while snooping. Because she is a virgin she would die without Snape's intervention.

Why I rec it: Fuck or die Snarriet! Bratty Harriet arguing with Snape's while he's fucking her :D

Snape's cat

by @loneamaryllis. Rated E. 29k. Cat Animagus Harrie, Fluff, Secrets.

Harrie's Animagus form is a cat. Snape happens to like cats.

Or: the fic where an 'Accio cat' starts everything.

Why I rec it: It's a self-rec so I'm being a bit selfish here. I like the fluffy moments, the way Snape lowers his guard around Harrie when she's a cat, and Harrie as a cat in general.

Open Book

by spicedlantern. Rated M. 18k. Mind Reading, Humor, Sex in a closet.

On the Monday of the final week of the final term of her Hogwarts career, Harriet Potter is cursed in a corridor by Pansy Parkinson. The curse seemingly fails.

By Wednesday morning of that same week, Severus Snape is certain he's gone quite mad.

Why I rec it: Snape losing his mind because he can hear Harriet's thoughts while she's thirsting after him! It's hilarious, and the smut scene is sizzling hot.

Siren's Song

by @loneamaryllis. Rated E. 19k. Siren Harriet Potter, Stoic Snape, Bathtub Sex.

"Everyone loves you," Snape had once told her with a bitter sneer. What happens when it becomes true in a very literal sense?

Why I rec it: another self-rec. I loved the idea of Harriet making everyone fall in love with her unwittingly, except Snape who isn't affected by her siren power.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Whilst I'm at it, if the cast decided to write fanfiction, would they write, what tropes would they be fond of and who would be writing the filthiest and freakiest of smut you can think of.

Ok so assuming everyone had to write one and they couldn't say no this is what I came up with

Takemichi- superhero fic, very cliche, follows pretty much every trope. It's dedicated to Hina too (she loved reading it). It's probably got something to do with a 4 leaf clover in the name.

Mikey- Writes fic about Taiyaki kun being the hero, probably a long adventure type story, taiyaki kun rides a motorbike at one point, it's a wild read.

Draken- He'd likely be very big on the found family trope, you just know his fic would be about some rag tag group coming together and bonding to the point of becoming family (the villian is probably based on Hanma).

Hina- oh definitely romance, the hero saves the girl, the girl saves the hero. She just writes the perfect couple and then overcoming any obstacles together in their way.

Emma- Romance #2, she writes the cutest fluff you can think of.

Naoto- Probably a horror mystery with plenty of occult themes and references. He looks key really enjoys writing it so it's probably a long multiple chapter fic, with a bunch of people following it.

Kisaki- Story about the hero however with a major plot twist towards the end showing the hero was actually the bad guy. It's actually very well done and clever despite how cliche it may sound.

Hanma- ok I see two possible ones here, either he takes it seriously and writes one of the most interesting fics ever (hey he knows whats exciting and what makes a good story) or he absolutely does not take this seriously and writes the smuttiest smut to have ever smutted and attempts to annoy the others with it.

Kazutora- i think he might do something a bit different and write it in letter format, as in character's sending letter's to each other. Letter's probably mean a lot to him and he's likely the most comfortable writing in that format so he uses it in his fics.

Baji- Cat story!!!!! There's definitely some kind of big cat fight scene (baji can't resist) but ultimately it's a happy story. He probably also makes a few spelling errors but it's ok since Chifuyu helps him correct anything. 

Chifuyu- Was tempted by Baji's cat story but settles on a person romance instead. It is full of manga references and the girl eventually kisses the guy after he gave her a polkadot based surprise. Probably a soul mate au.

Mitsuya- very detailed fic, like expect everything to have every last detail described (especially people's clothes).

Hakkai- space story! Probably a self insert about him going to space and being a hero (when he comes back mitsuya is incredibly proud of him).

Pah & Peh- They do everything together including fic writing. Definitely a story about two friends (them two), is a happy story about these two friends vs the world.

Smiley- fights, fights and more fights, everyone just wants to beef each other here.

Angry- I think he would write am interactive type fic, like the type where people comment and choose what they want to happen next, I just think he'd enjoy the interactions with people.

Mucho- coffee shop/ bakery au! Actually probably writes about his friends working there, izana is the manager, kakucho the assistant manager, sanzu is a loyal customer, mucho himself prepares the cakes, the Haitani brother's face the customers, mochi handles the drive thru and shion is the dishwasher who keeps breaking things. 

Sanzu- definitely a royalty au about a king and his loyal soldier. 

Inui- probably heavily use the miscommunication causes the main issue trope, he's seen it irl and knows it really can cause a bunch of problems.

Koko- probably a fix it fic, writes about a fire but this time no one dies, the girl gets saved and ends up happily living with her rescuer. This is probably actually something he uses to work through his regrets.

Yuzuha- a cute fic about a sister protecting her brother, she probably beats all the bad guys easily (and the brother's phone lockscreen is of the sister)

Izana & Kakucho- they work together to make another royalty au but this one focusing on the king and his kingdom, the story of this king creating his new world.

Ran- oh definitely a very obvious self insert story. The main character? Flawless hair, everyone loves him, has a little brother who adores him, dresses famously, treated like a celebrity. The guys name is probably like nar or something. Just basically his perfect life, tries to make it very poetic too.

Rindou- probably actually a song fic, the type with lyrics to match the mood. He just expresses himself a lot through music so brings it into his writing too.

Shion- another one with a self insert fic, this one really does go over the top though. Writes himself to practically conquer the world, winning every fight he gets into. 

Senju- Probably a fun adventure fic, I think she would also be pretty big on it being a family adventure/ a found family adventure. 

Wakasa- ok idk exactly why but he gives me those text fic vibes, where two characters are texting each other. I feel like he'd actually kinda unexpectedly enjoying making it too. 

Benkei- Another fic very high on the action, a lot of fights, the characters are likely based on the 1st gen Black dragons.

Shinichiro- Say's he's going to write smut but then gets too embarrassed and ends up with fluff instead. 

South- ok I think he'd also write a kinda lyric fic but instead of lyrics he'd just straight up put musical notes down. He's just so passionate about it and doesn't really care if others don't understand what those mean (he'd passionately explain it to anyone who asked though)

[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 28

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

WARNING: minor nsfw (mentions and some spicy time)

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When I awoke, the world felt calmer and more peaceful than it's ever felt like. I was still wrapped up under my mate’s wing, and his breath was brushing against my forehead gently. He was still fast asleep, so I remained still, keeping my breathing even for him.

Though I’d awoken in his arms many times before, the subtle soreness and the brightly shining bridge between our two souls was new. It made it feel so much better than it had before. I opened my eyes slowly, unintentionally shifting one of my feet that was tangled between Azriel’s. I glanced up at his face, internally hoping I didn’t wake him up. All he did was huff and then curl in slightly closer.

It was adorable.

I stayed still as I could, for as long as possible, but eventually, I yawned and lifted my arm up from where it rested across his torso, stretching it slightly. As much as I could without brushing against his wing.

He yawned, stretching his arms out slightly as well from where they rested under my neck and over my body. He lifted his lips, looking so much like a sun-drunk cat that I had to take a double-take as his hazel eyes revealed themselves. He grinned as he saw me, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead.

“You sleep okay?” He asked, voice still rough.

I smiled widely. “Yeah,” I answered. “I slept amazing.”

“Good,” He hummed, and slowly retracted the wing across us, revealing the morning’s light. “You feel alright?”

I nodded, shifting my wings behind me slightly, and stretching my arms upward with a little squeak.

There was a little spark of joy coming from that bridge and I opened my eyes to look at Azriel.

“What?” I asked when I saw him staring at me with eyes like a dove. It felt like he was almost drunk on love. Not that I was much far off, but I just wanted to tease him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and tugged me back into the warmth of his chest.

I squirmed, grinning. “Alright mister,” I chuckled. “I’ve got breakfast to make. You’ve got to let me go.”

He groaned. “Nooo…” he whined. “Breakfast can wait.”

I could die just from that little whine. It was so fucking cute. I sent that burst of affection straight down the bond, watching him stretch out a little more from it. He kissed my lips softly, no heat behind it. Just love.

“Do you want a ceremony?” I asked after a moment.

He pulled away slightly so he could meet my eyes easier. “Do you?” He countered.

“Not really,” I admitted. “Seems a bit dramatic.”

He closed his eyes again, leaning forward slightly. “Then we won’t have one baby. It’s all up to you. I don’t care.”

I hummed, relaxing into the moment for a little.

Finally, I squirmed from his grip, with a little smirk on my lips as he immediately reached up to try and pull me back. “Come on mister, if you’re so clingy, you can come with me to make breakfast. But I’m making you some food. Well, both of us. I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, “Fine. I’m not clingy though.”

“Oh yes you are,” I teased. “Try and deny it love, just try. I have endless evidence pointing that you are.”

He groaned as he sat up finally, hair a little rustled before he ran a hand through it. Azriel scooted closer toward me, draping an arm over my shoulder, fitting it through the area between my wings and head so that he could kiss at the back of my neck.

“Do we have to get up?” He complained.

I snorted. “Come on,” I ordered, pulling away from him before he could grasp me any tighter and pull me right back into that warmth I feared I couldn’t escape from again.

He groaned dramatically. “I just wanna hug you,” he whined.

I turned my face away, biting my lip slightly. He was so fucking adorable.

“Get some clothes on,” I replied with a snicker as I stood.

His eyes caught on my behind and I rolled my eyes. “I’m hungry Az,” I told him. “You can fuck me again later.”

I rolled my eyes as I saw something jump under the sheets. I blushed as I realized I didn’t have any clean clothes in his room. I could just wear what I had on yesterday, but the undergarments were practically soiled, so I really didn’t feel like it.

So, like the impulsive and resourceful person I was, I opened up Azriel’s drawers and took out one of his shirts with a triumphant grin.

I slipped it on over top of me, the wing slats sagging down my back, and the shirt reaching past my waist. I reached behind to at least do up the clasps before turning back to Az. He had just been watching as if he was completely mesmerized.

“Do I need to pick out your clothes for you my love?” I joked.

He snapped out of it almost immediately. “You are ethereal.”

“I’m just wearing your shirt Az,” I chuckled. “I’ve got to get some pants from my room, but this is fine for now.”

He fell back on the bed, rolling onto his feet off the side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, and leaned his head into the space between my neck and shoulder, and took a deep breath.

“Like how I smell?” I asked, repeating his earlier phrase.

He chuckled, and kissed my neck gently. “Yes, I do.”

I rolled my eyes affectionately. “Get dressed spymaster,” I ordered. “Then I’m finding the kitchens and cooking.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, pulling away.

I grinned, and gave him a light peck on his cheek, watching a blush bloom on his cheeks before I snickered and opened his door. I practically sprinted through the hallways back to my room, not eager to meet someone there. When I did make it, I realized I’d forgotten my clothes, but merely rolled my eyes, and decided to leave them there.

I swiftly put on some pants, and when I opened my door again, I saw Azriel there, siphons and the dagger that was always at his hip noticeably gone, but I grinned and took his hand in mine. The scars were a texture, but one I loved. I’ll forever tell him that. His hands were perfect. They showed me he was a survivor. If he ever had memories like I sometimes had, then I would savor the moments to comfort him, and love him. In every way possible.

He leaned over to kiss my cheek as we began to walk. I felt alive with the show of affection.

We walked past the dining room, and went down to the kitchens. 

“Alright…” I hummed, dropping Azriel’s hand momentarily to think. “What do you want for breakfast my mate?”

“I don’t care, make what you want,” he murmured.

I huffed. “What do you want?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” he repeated.

“I’m asking you to make a decision,” I pointed out. “Because I have no ideas.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Eggs?” he suggested.

“Omelet it is,” I decided. “What do you want in it?”

“Bacon?”

“Got it,” I chuckled. “Now to find it.”

He snickered. “Just ask the House.”

I rolled my eyes, but acted on the suggestion. “House, where’s the eggs, bacon and cheese? And a pan. Bowl. Fork- You know what, just get me everything.”

There were a bunch of random plopping noises across the room. The ingredients appeared beside cooking materials near the stove, and plates and forks appeared on the counter across from it. 

“Thank you,” I said aloud and moved toward the stove.

I very distantly remembered my mother teaching me to cook. Eggs were rare, however, so there wasn’t much experience behind it. Omelets, luckily, were hard to mess up. I started the bacon, and then stirred up the eggs and cheese properly. Azriel looped a hand around my waist as soon as I’d poured it into the pan.

I almost jumped, but instead just smiled and leaned into his touch. I finished up the bacon, and chopped it into small pieces skillfully with a dull kitchen knife, and then sprinkled it into the omelet for Azriel, tilting the pan to cook the rest of the mixture. Azriel remained pressed up between my wings, watching me work.

“I don’t know how to cook,” he admitted after a moment.

I paused. “Hm,” I hummed. “I’ll teach you. Don’t take me for an example though. I learned a long time ago. Plus, you probably already know how to roast a rabbit over a fire, so that’s half the battle.”

He chuckled right into my ear. “Love you so much.”

I smiled and started on my omelet, repeating the steps before I had two omelets put onto plates, with a few pieces of bacon each.

“Go sit,” I ordered, getting the silverware the House provided and placing it on the plates.

Azriel obeyed after a moment, going to sit at a small wooden table. It wasn’t like the usual dining table upstairs, but I was too lazy to go up there. This was much nicer for the moment anyway. There were two long benches on either side, and I slid Azriel’s plate over, sitting beside him.

He looked at me, eyes vulnerable. His gaze seemed to say the silent phrase “You sure?”

“Eat, Azriel,” I murmured. “I am yours, just as you are mine.”

He smiled, and began to eat.

I smiled and ate right alongside him.

As I ate, many major things became clear to me. I had a mate. I had a lover. I basically had a husband, but I’d ask him about that one. I had a home. I had a family. I had a life. I had a court. I could have family with my mate-

I paused mid-sip when that thought came to me. I could have a family. I could get pregnant and have a child. I might get the chance to see Azriel–my mate–holding a little bundle in his arms, with little baby Illyrian wings poking out from behind the blanket.

“Baby?” Azriel asked gently from beside me. He must’ve noticed my frozen posture.

I snapped out of it, setting my glass down and shaking my head slightly. “Yes?”

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, putting a hand across my thigh.

Was it so selfish that I didn’t want a child yet? That’s what I was thinking. Was it so bad to want to live just with Azriel first? Experience life?

Azriel squeezed his hand slightly. He looked at me, just slightly concerned now.

“I don’t want a child yet,” I whispered, just loud enough to be heard. “But-” The words refused to come out of my mouth, but Azriel must’ve heard the silent words conveyed.

“It’s always your choice,” he began. “I would never force you to have a child. Never.” The emphasis on that word calmed some of the anxiety bubbling. “If there comes a day you give me a family, then it’ll be a joyous day, but if that never happens? I’m perfectly happy just here with you. Just you. It’ll always be you.”

It’ll always be you. Those words echoed through my head and I stopped breathing. Affection burst from my chest for the male beside me.

“I’ll ask Madja for a contraceptive tea then,” I informed.

He smiled, and bumped me gently on the shoulder with his. “Love you,” he whispered. I shook my head lovingly, and then laid my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too,” I replied, and kissed his throat.

He jerked into action quite quickly, and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was perfectly fine with abandoning breakfast as he pulled me into his lap, scooting the bench out so my wings could fit.

“Az,” I gasped as he pulled the neckline of his shirt away from my collarbone, and immediately began to press kisses then. “Not-” I choked on my words as he bit down softly on the thin skin. “Not in public,” I finally managed out.

His hips bucked up as he sealed my lips with another kiss. I moaned into the kiss, pressing down at the same time.

“Such a naughty girl,” he admonished playfully.

“Asshole,” I grumbled.

“I think it’s time I make you pay for all your little comments and the teasing you put me through,” he growled against my throat.

A bolt of sheer arousal crashed into me from those words. “Yes,” I begged, “Please.”

He chuckled, and wrapped my thighs around his waist, before picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“This is embarrassing if Nes and Cass are there,” I complained.

“Oh I have a feeling they know exactly what happened angel,” he chuckled. His voice sounded dangerous, and I loved it. “We didn’t show up for training, leaving poor Cassian all alone.”

I chuckled. “We’ll make it up to him.”

“I think this is just payback for the time when Nesta and Cassian were having fun, and I had to suffer.”

I scoffed. “What happened?” I asked curiously.

“I never ate in the middle area of the dining table ever again,” he chuckled. “I practically walked in on them. Not to mention after the Blood Rite.”

“I suppose it is just payback then,” I chuckled. “My poor mate has been suffering.”

As soon as we barged into his room again, he was practically throwing the clothes off of us both.

To say the least, he certainly made me pay for everything I’d done. Afterward, I lay in a sated gaze. An hour later, we were going at it again. The sex frenzy I’d heard that accompanies a bond was certainly fun. It ate away at my sanity without pause. The pleasure was so good though. I even got to have Az whimpering and begging for me during one of the times. That had shot to my head, and I planned to repeat it.

But during those moments after with the gentle touches where we just cuddled up next to each other? Those moments were equally as good. It was a perfect contrast to the sexy, hot moments. A gentle, loving contrast.

Azriel had actually been the one to retrieve the contraceptive brew after the anxiety got to me. He said it was just like when I’d had my cycle and he’d retrieved the pain tonic. I tried not to think too much about it.

“All mine,” Azriel whispered in my ear as we fell asleep. The moon was out again, shining high up in the sky.

I didn’t reply, but rather settled for putting a hand in his hair as he’d done for me numerous times, and began to scratch gently. He practically purred. It might’ve been a purr, to be honest. I chuckled softly, and kissed him gently, before leaning back, still scratching at his head as I fell into unconsciousness.

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𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞! You have a very strong personality; yet you are so multidimensional. You still have a sensitive soul, and when people hurt you, it hurts a lot. Rosalie would keep your heart safe. Keep all of you safe. Additionally,there are things only some people will understand about you and I think Rosalie would definitely be one of those people.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Shapeshifter (not like the Quileute Tribe). I don't believe this universe only has children of the moon (vampires) shapeshifters/werewolves. There are definitely more fantasy attributes!

So I think you would be a shapeshifting panther. (Initiually I was going to choose cat), but I think you have a lot more power than you think. Also, I honesly think it suits you.

When you spoke about your how much of a mother figure you are in your friend group, it also gave me the idea. Just you and your cubs <;3

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Shapeshifter

In your 'human' form, you have a keen sense of smell, sound, and are quite sensitive to touch. You have four canines on your top and bottom mouth (so two on the top, two on the bottom). And no matter how many times you trim your nails, they grow so fricken quickly (and sharply).

While in your panther form, it's the same. Especially your stomach, ears and nose - very very sensitive. (Belly rubs are appreciated, but only by Rosalie and those that you trust.)

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

When you first met Rosalie, you were outwardly unfazed. But on the inside, your heart was beating so fast you thought it might explode.

Neither you nor Rosalie thought anything supernatural about you. It was like your magic didn't affect the other person at all.

On your first anniversary (officially being together because she hates putting labels on it), she gave you this beautiful necklace which you were everyday.

The necklace is an heirloom of Rosalie's and you nearly cried when you realised. She gave it to you so nonchanlantly. Not uncaringly, no not at all. But she didn't want to make it a big deal.

Rosalie tries not to make anything a big deal with you. She wants to make your life as easy as possible because of how much she loves you.

It may be crazy but Rosalie has an amazing sense of humor. It's very dry, and it comes from a place of intelligence and wittiness. She can make you laugh so hard with one comment.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

May It Be by Enya

Everything And Nothing by The Boom Circuits

The Fruits by Paris Paloma

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Why are you babying me" (Rosalie) x "Because I know you like it" (You)

Soft for exactly one person (Rosalie) x Is that one person (You)

Likes to win (You) x Needs to win (Rosalie) 

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love Conquers All

Timeless Love

Unbreakable Bond

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

She can't just have one favourite thing about you. Rosalie adores you; you are so important to her. You know her soul and she knows yours. There's like a pull towards each other and you know you have to be Mates.

Rosalie particularly likes the aspect of you where you like being treated like a princess. You tried to play it off for a while ("oh you don't have to do that!", "no no it's too expensive, you can't buy me that!")

Then you went with it. And you have every book you have ever wanted, in the edition that you desire.

You have jewellery, all the clothes you want, Rosalie basically gives you a new outfit every week. She just loves spoiling you!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Alice & Bella! C'mon, you guys would be so close. Especially Bella and yourself. You can relate on desires; love reading and I feel like Bella would be a novelist - just like you'll be one day xxx

And with Alice ... god once you become apart of the family (which she knew would happen), you could not get her away from your side. She absolutely adores you.

I also have a surprise best friend for you -

Edward!

He can read your mind, and knows the kind thinks you have done and will do for others. He hears the bratty thoughts against people you hate and he feels a sense of kinship. (I feel like he'd be a lil gossip with you)

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Bella, Angela and Esme. You have your motherly side, doting upon those you love. Making sure they're okay. I can so see you packing lunches for friends that don't have enough food. You just have a big heart.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

There isn't a lot of lore around pets and vampires (but ... we can imagine why). However, Rosalie after all these years, would be able to keep herself under control when it comes to your pet.

She weighs up the pros and cons of ... her instincts and always sees the devastation on your face.

But you adopted the lil girl one day and haven't stopped loving her since.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲! (The book version of Ginny). You would go from feeling like enemies, to aquaintances, friends, best friends and then in a relationship ... You work together because she has fire within her veins. No one walks over her, and therefore, no one dares walk over you. She is respect incarnate.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Half-Blood

Your father is a wizard, your mother is a muggle. But when your extended matriarcal family found out, they had to show your mother something. Magic is in your family. From both sides. But it skips every few generations.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Metamorphmagus 

The ability to change physical appearance at will. Yes, the same as Tonks. As she said to Harry: "Metamorphmagi are really rare, they're born, not made."

While another ability to transform at will, Animagi, they can only transform into one particular animal - determined by their inner traits.

By contrast, Metamorphmagi could take a wide variety of forms, changing gender and age, potentially looking like anyone at all, or even just changing a part of their appearance, such as the colour of their hair or shape of their noses.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ginny hated you initially. The usual gryffindor/slytherin rivalry was alive and ready to at any moment to burst.

But what she didn't realise was that her burning 'hate' was actually a burning desire for you.

Ginny reacted in the most Weasley way possibly - by pushing your buttons as much as possible.

But you weren't the stereotypical Slytherin (and many aren't). Because you welcomed the interaction; hesitatly at first. But ultimately shocked Ginny with your friendliness and kindness.

After being friends for a few months, she made you a friendship bracelet, for when you had to leave each other (mainly for holidays)

Ginny is literally your guard dog. She has scary dog privleges, so you don't have to worry about being alone or your safety whenever she's around. She is ready to THROW HANDS.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Just A Girl by Florence and the Machine

Supersoaker by Kings of Leon

Labour by Paris Paloma

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Sarcastic Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You (But Won't Unless Provoked)

Bull-Headed & Headstrong (Ginny) x Understanding & Light-Hearted (You)

Thinks They're In Charge (Ginny) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Star-crossed lovers" or "Forbidden love"

Enemies-to-Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

God, Ginny loves when your fiery side comes out. She loves when you rant to her, letting out all your annoyances, what was said, etc. It can be as big or small as you like. She just loves that you open up to her.

That's one of the ways you two became close - by bonding over your mutual hatred of Pansy Parkinson.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would be great friends with people outside of the Slytherin House. (It's kinda sad that we don't have more Slytherin characters) but I think you would have one best friend in your House.

Luna, Hermione, Padma Patil and Cho Chang. I feel like you would create some sort of Secret Hogwarts Bestie Group. You would sit outside, underneath a large tree, Luna dreamily looking at the sky, Hermione reading a book/studing, Padma gossiping with Cho and you feel like the mother hen.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Molly Weasley, Hermione Granger and George Weasley. Just very sensitive of people's needs; wanting to help others and lighten the load. You also love to read, and Hermione is a walking library, literally (I bet she has one of those mary poppins bags that's full of books - and she would gift it to you on your birthday).

I chose George as well because he's friendly, light-hearted, funny but knows when enough is enough. He holds grudges and has a very high intelligence.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You thought you were going to get an owl. A lovely barn owl that was in budget for your family. But you found this little guy and became obsessed with him.

Black with white tufts of, black paws and loves to sleep. A very independent yet cuddling cat. Only liking certain people.

[joshscrookednipple]

Cupid Screwed Up: chapter 1

Summary: What happens when two rivals who chants even be in the same room together get paired up as soul mates for the rest of their lives..one thing they do know is that cupid screwed up.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka/female OC

word count: 2,300

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood, kinda cringy writing.

this is the first chapter and the longest fic i’ve ever written!! edits will probably be made soon!!

there are three things you need to know before you read this.

1- C.U.P.I.D is a world renowned matchmaking company, and to actually matter in society you have to be paired with your match…sound familiar?

2- i was not the one who named my cat Clawdia, she named herself. don’t ask questions about it.

and probably the last and most important thing you must know..

3- i. hate. Joshua. Kiszka.

why do i hate him you may ask?

how much time do you have?

Josh Kiszka has been determined to make my life a living hell since the eighth grade, we are rivals in every sense of the word. i got a 100% on a test. he got a 101% (how is that possible..i have no clue. i’m convinced Ms. Harrison had a twisted up crush on him)

i get a date to prom he gets 2

i get sick with the flu, he gets pneumonia and gets hospitalized

the nerve of that motherfucker.

the point is he always has to one up me, and now he’s touring the world with his band great value fleet (greta van fleet but i think my name fits it better) with his two brothers who aren’t much better than him and his youngest brothers best friend, Danny Wagner, who is objectively the best and only tolerable person on that band.

Josh loves to rub his band in my face like the time he-

“TARAAAA OH MY GOD TARA”

i’m snapped out of my thoughts by the shrieking voice that belongs to no other than my roommate maggie. me and maggie have a weird dynamic. by that i mean she annoys the living shit out of me and i hide anywhere i can to avoid speaking to her.

Maggie bounds into my room and jumps on my bed which coincidentally knocks off my colored pencils i was using to color in a sketch i was working on, which i quickly slip into my folder to avoid any teasing from my worse and more obnoxious half.

“Tara i got my match!”

“Let’s hope it’s perscription sedatives” i mumble hardly loud enough that you had to be really listening to hear what i said.

“what?”

“nothing, who is it?”

that question clearly makes her excited because she sits up and slaps her hands on her knees in a child like sense.

“so you know the band greta van fleet?”

i roll my eyes.

“unfortunately”

“well i got paired with Sam Kiszka!!” she practically screams as she shoves her phone into my face with a screen that reads.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka.

great. this is absolutely fabulous. if it wasn’t bad enough having to see their band every time i open any fucking social media app, now i’ll be FORCED to interact with them. why couldn’t she be paired with Danny. he’s nice and calm. sam on the other hand is the equivalent to a drugged up hamster who was just fed three monster drinks.

“that’s so..great” i give her a forced smile and flip my phone over hoping that maybe a notification from C.U.P.I.D was blessing my phones presence.

instead all i got was a message from team snapchat.

I’m 23 years old and probably the only one 23 year old to not have been matched yet, and trust me i’m reminded of it.

at family gatherings “oh you’ll get your match eventually, you’ve always been a late bloomer”

at parties “sorry you can’t come in, only people who’ve gotten matches can”

at the grocery store when people see that i don’t have the gold plated ring on my finger. they refused me my discount for my goldfish. i was really looking forward to eating those.

maggie falls back on my bed and smiles to herself and rests her feet in my lap to which i notice she’s wearing my wool socks, and my grey sweatpants, at least she’s wearing her sweater. wait. nope that’s the sweater she got me for christmas last year. i really need a padlock on my closet. I stand up with my notebook and place it on my cluttered bedside triable before bending down to pick up my colored pencils.

“i invited him and his brothers over tonight” she hums staring up at the ceiling.

i freeze and drop the colored pencils.

“you. what?”

“i invited them over” she repeats as she sits up crossing her legs over one another “really you should thank me, im really the only person you interact with”

“that’s because i’m forced to interact with you mags.” i state before recollecting the colored pencils and placing them in a glass jar by my notebook and turn back to look at her “plus i also have to study for my midterms, you know this.”

“come on you can’t hide from them forever!! i know you left Frakenmuth because of them, but it’s time to make amends”

i huff and shake my head “i didn’t leave because of them, they’re just the reason i never wanted to come back.”

“and look where you are, back at Frankenmuth! see everything happens for a reason”

it’s true i left to pursue a career in digital art, but after that ship sank i had no choice to move back. i moved back when i got offered a internship with an amazing cartoon artist who happened to be only two years older than me. his name is Dylan and for a quarter of my life i had a huge crush on him, and he coincidentally doesn’t have a match either.

i choose to ignore her as my cat, clawdia comes strutting in and rubs her head against my feet. i smile and pick her up cradling her like she was my new born baby, which in a way she was. not the new born part though.

Maggie rolls her eyes and sits up “well they’re coming in two hours so put on something presentable, and try not to embarrass me”

“anything for you, your majesty” i give a dramatic bow as she leaves and closes my door. i look down at Clawdia with my hands on my hips.

“what should i wear, clawdia?”

she however is not much help because all she does is meow before propping her self onto my pillow before drifting off into one of her many naps of the day.

i sit on my bed and stare at my closet, i usually wear the same four articles of clothing everyday, it’s either my mom jeans that make my ass look spectacular or my black leggings, and a long sleeved form fitting V-neck and a state of michigan crew-neck. i’m assuming neither of those things will live up to maggie’s standards but i honestly don’t care. i pull on my faded mom jeans with my crew neck before pulling on warm toned wool socks and my Boston birkenstocks. good enough.

i turn and look at myself in the mirror before shifting my eyes to the messy knot that’s tied up on the top of my head. my hair is what you would describe as in between wavy and curly, never quite one or the other. i grab my brown translucent claw lip before skillfully (or so i like to think) putting it in my hair and pulling a few stray strands out. i settle for some mascara and chapstick before i hear the door open and the sound of four pairs of feet walk into our apartment.

i hear a murmur of greetings as i walk out and my breath catches in my throat when i see him. Josh definitely grew into his unruly hair, with it being once again shaved off at the sides. he always grew some facial hair, which usually is a turn off for me but for him..he definitely makes it work. but all of that doesn’t change the burning hatred i have towards him.

Tara interrupts my train of thought by dragging me over to the boys.

“This is my roommate Tara, Tara this is josh, sam, ja-“

she’s cut off by the cocky voice that sounds exactly identical to his twin brothers. jake motherfucking kiszka. “we’ve met”

jake is a cocky son of a bitch, not as much as his other half, but very very close. he had teamed up with josh in highschool to get me voted out of being prom queen. just because i accidentally broke his pencil.

i give him a tight lipped smile before i turn and see danny’s warm eyes and my face lights up.

“hey bunny” he speaks before giving me a hug

i had gotten that nickname when i refused to dissect a bunny in my freshman year biology class and made Danny do it for me.

i loop my arms around his tires and smile into his chest before mumbling just loud enough so only he could hear “why couldn’t you and sam just have came, why did you have to bring dumb and dumber”

he lets out a quiet laugh before letting go and i turn to look for maggie only to see she was clinging to sams side throwing her head back in laughter to something he said. gross. i pad my way to the couch and much to my distaste josh follows me and sits on the other side of the couch.

“so, tara have you gotten a match yet?”

“Have you”

“That’s not my question”

i roll my eyes and cross my arms. josh has also never been matched, which leaves millions of fan girls to believe they’re his possible match.

before i could respond jake and sam and danny join us

“so tara” sam starts “how’s the- what do you do- coloring?”

“i work as a intern at a illustrators office”

“so coloring” josh smiles smugly and tilts his head

i’m not even going to argue with him. nope. not happening.

instead i slam my cup down on the coffee table and go to my room before slamming the door

sam looks at maggie in confusion “what was that about”

tara sighs and shakes her head “she’s been acting different lately”

josh, being the genius he is pushes himself off the couch “i’ll go check on her”

and he did exactly that. he goes to my room right when i’m pulling down my pants and i’m left in light yellow cotton underwear with the word “wednesday” in light pink writing across the back and my crew neck

“actually it’s saturday bunny”

i scream and quickly pull on cotton shorts to try to preserve as much modesty as i possibly can and turn around as i see him roaming around my room, searching and touching everything like he’s fucking inspector gadget.

“get the hell out of my room Joshua” i say pushing on his chest in an attempt to get him out of the room. this back fires when he pushes me back into a wall and smirks down at me.

“bunny this is why you don’t have a match”

i clench my fists as i look up at him “neither do you dumbass”

he rolls his eyes at that and pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head up so i can get a perfect view of his eyes.

“but unlike you bunny” he starts “people would pay their lives to fuck me and you..well you probably have to pay a guy to even get close to you”

i don’t remember what happened next, all i remember is my hand colliding across his cheek and my silver ring on my index finger cutting his cheek causing a trickle of blood flowing down his cheek.

i freeze and i’ll never forget that look in his eyes..but i’m not going to get him win. so did something completely stupid and i run my thumb along the trickle of blood and put it between his parted lips and to my surprise he actually starts sucking it, god his lips are so soft.

my cheeks are flushed pink as he pulls away and he smirks “do i make you nervous bunny”

“get. out.”

he throws me a shit eating grin before leaving and slamming the door and that’s when the tears are about to start falling when i hear another knock and i throw the door open

“Josh i said get the-“

but it’s not josh behind the door. it’s Jake. what the hell?

“i uhm-“ he starts “i heard what josh said- and i just wanted to apologize”

i roll my eyes and start closing the door but he puts his hand flat on the door to stop me. “just listen to me Tara- in highschool i was just trying to be cool- i shouldn’t have said those things. you’re not worthless or-“

“jake” i interrupt him “i’m appreciate it but please go, we can talk later okay?”

he sighs and nods before leaving and i turn out my light after closing my door and i plug my phone in when i hear a notification. THE notification. i quickly open my phone and see the notification from cupid

C.U.P.I.D

Hello! you have been successfully paired with your perfect match, you will meet up with your significant other at 7:30 pm december 1st at Honey B’s Eatery. down below is your perfect match.

Maybe it’s a NFL player.

Or a professional chef.

Or maybe-

Oh.

Oh god no.

Pairing: Joshua Kiszka

little did i know that on the other side of Frankenmuth josh was in his bathroom after a particularly messy one night stand, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with the same exact notification but with her name on it.

and for the first time in history they were thinking the same exact thought.

Cupid.

Screwed.

Up.

[bapydemonprincess]

Hi hii, big fan of you and grelleswife's fics and stuff. My favorite is The Butler, Big Brother, with Amy. I love Amy so much.❤️ So I want to know some things. Like would Amy count as an Aunt to any of Sebastian's kids you have made? Does she want to have a mate eventually too? Maybe get married? Can she make a contract and have a master or is that not possible being a President? Does she count in Hell as a child demon despite being a President? Like does she need looking after?? Does she know other demons seen like Claude and Hannah or do they not count because different universes? XD I remember she got really sick too going without eating a soul, so does she need to constantly eat souls? Also, I think, one more thing. I remember early chapters in the manga Sebastian said Hell has Xenomorph looking creatures not cats. Does Amy have those at all or any pets? And does she have a favorite animal like Sebastian?? ^^ Okay. I think that is all!! Thank you and I can't wait to see more stories from you! 😘😘 Hope Amy comes back especially!!! 😁❤️

Hello, Anon, and thank you so much for sending me this message and these interesting questions, and loving my and @grelleswife's writing!! It feels sooo good to get feedback, especially on my end when I'm only here on tumblr and not AO3 at the moment. So thank you overall so much for reaching out!! 💖

I'll try my best to answer all your questions!!

would Amy count as an Aunt to any of Sebastian's kids you have made?

I have definitely imagined some crossovers in some situations, like an older Amy in modern 21st century appearing to hunt down her sibling and popping up right at Seb's and Agni's place- wherever that may be -and meeting Aarushi and/or Ambrose. OR maybe at one point the meeting happened on purpose where Seb really WANTED their new, first heir Aarushi to be introduced to their family.. and then YEARS LATER.. Amy arrives to meet the SECOND one Seb popped out >:3 (*insert image of no-nonsense business wear pencil skirt Amy with heels and sunglasses and nails done looking all the world like a Wine Aunt, minus the wine*) Or of course her getting introduced to Wolfram and Seb and Wolf's babey Ulva, or Amy appearing in the sebagrellerin universe to meet the sweet babey Aidan.. OR... well... there are many verses, it seems, where Amy's big dumb sibling just can't resist a human mate and despite their differences.. 😏

2. Does she want to have a mate eventually too? Maybe get married?

Well, as I've established, in the uhh MAIN AMY UNIVERSE (*snort*) she's stumbled upon a teen reaper boi Adam Borders, under the mentorship of Grelle Sutcliff, and well... let's say she didn't stand a chance in the Tsundere Game >:3, though her veteran older sibling of said game is not too happy with this development! The Protect Family Urges growing STRONGER than EVER in Sebastian 🤭 Even against all common sense! And I've basically established that they are pretty much like mates at this point.. minus the mental bond connection.. Who knows, maybe they'll get there eventually! 😉 As for marriage, well... it's much more complicated to imagine overall because Amy is a demon. And yes, we've written SEBASTIAN getting married, but I'd say the difference is Seb is more... a "domesticated" demon. Because, in this fanon at least, Seb is way more into human concepts like marriage. Not to say maybe Amy ISN'T but.. she's also a young, teenage-like demon too, so.. gehstdjfuy that's the best way to put it, I think. 😅

3. Can she make a contract and have a master or is that not possible being a President?

I personally believe she COULD make a contract, and any demon has the ability in most cases. In this universe. In That Butler, Big Brother, in fact, she tried to make a contract- if VERY poorly -with Prince Soma. Basically if she'd had more experience and know-how, she likely could have done it. Although in that case, it also depends on the human being targeted, and despite if Amy WAS experienced, I doubt even then it would have worked, because well.. Soma. But there's a time and place for everything, so, if the scenario was different, like Amy was facing a human in perhaps a much more desperate situation, and the human needed to chose either a contract or.. y'know.. DEATH likely.. Then that definitely would be a more likely way for Amy to make a contract! And pull it off despite being a President! I think, personally, with her job at home much more better handled and stuff, she could definitely go off and make a contract or two somehow. 😌

4. Does she count in Hell as a child demon despite being a President? Like does she need looking after??

Well I do not see her as a "child" by demon standards anymore, but much more in the pre-teen/teen area of her immortal demonic like. Though there is most definitely a hierarchy in hell, a ranking system, where the higher in the ranks you are, the less you have to do for yourself, really, because you have servants yourself at that point. Though somehow, the rank of "President" counts as still a hard working sort of rank and not a "sit on your ass all day" rank. Somehow. 😜 And I definitely wanted to keep a lot of the "official lore" of Amy the demon from the actual real life Lesser Key of Solomon that includes the fact that they do influence humans in some way.. specifically teaching them things like astrology and liberal arts like the page says! Though my version of Amy is definitely a demon who has been coddled and stays put and, well, despite what they've described Amy as, She or He is much ... smaller and youthful.. (Though there is art of Amy the Demon in HUGE firey forms, and I think despite age, she CAN become like that 🔥 because as we've seen with Seb in the manga, size and shape certainly don't matter~)

5. Does she know other demons seen like Claude and Hannah or do they not count because different universes?

I do believe I've answered these questions before actually! Here about Hannah, and here about Claude!

6. I remember she got really sick too going without eating a soul, so does she need to constantly eat souls?

The main reason she got so weak in that case was from coming to Earth by her own means without all the typical summoning help of a human on this side, and offering up a sacrifice to her like we've seen in the manga done. And, for a younger demon like Amy to just go off and use what power she has to pop up on earth, it was pretty risky on her end! I wouldn't say she has to, normally, constantly eat souls, but compared to a much older demon like Sebastian, it's a very vital thing to keep up her energy if she wants to keep staying on earth and hanging around!

7. I remember early chapters in the manga Sebastian said Hell has Xenomorph looking creatures not cats. Does Amy have those at all or any pets? And does she have a favorite animal like Sebastian?

I definitely can imagine these Totally-Not-an-Aliens-Reference "pets" of hell are the type of animal that are like guard dog-like, and maybe many higher-up demons have them for security or pets.. But I also see Amy as the type to trust other demons for security over creatures that are more animal-like. I'm not sure if she has a favorite at the moment right now, really. I just see Amy as a jumpy little demon, who just can't exactly trust any of the four legged, furry, non-furry, or no legged creatures of earth just yet 😂 (She's still a babey in those types of situations you could say~🖤)

WELL, I hope I've answered all your questions to your liking, I've been busy and tired lately so it was a little bit of a struggle when to find the best time to answer these.. But I really wanted to, so here I am, while at walmart, doing my best fgrhdkyfug 💀

But again, thank you so so much for the questions and your message overall!! I love getting feedback, really I do!! And it was fun to think up answers for this!! So feel free to return and send me more at any time!! 🥰🥰🥰

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! This feels like a rather peculiar and selfish way to let someone get to know me a bit, but might I request no. 9, please? My current biases are in favor of Riddler and Scarecrow.

I'm laughably short (4'8" lol) but I make up for it in ardor, when I'm comfortable around someone. I'm a bit chubby and generally regarded as cute and looking much younger than I am. I have shoulder length light brown hair and wear black cat's eye shaped eyeglasses. Especially in the colder months here, I tend to have a bit of a "haunted librarian" motif to my wardrobe, i.e. cardigans and sweaters in black and darker colors and my batty spectacle chain. Otherwise, it's mostly jeans or sweatpants and a geeky or horror themed t-shirt. Favorite colors are green, purple, and black.

Outwardly, I project a friendly personality when needed as a result of being a people pleaser, but I try to shrink away from strangers whenever possible. I'm not nearly as naive or trusting as I seem. In relationships, I can be a bit avoidant and emotionally distant, but I do show I care through acts of service and attempts at quality time. I'm a fan of parallel play, content to read or do my own thing while in pleasant company. I have a dry, sarcastic sense of humor for the most part but can be goofy from time to time. I think I'm equal parts spooky and nerd, and my interests include books, music, art, video games, dead things, all things horror, and anything I can pick apart and analyze and overanalyze. I flunked out of college for computer science and programming, but I think I want to go back and study mortuary science. I took the Myers-Briggs test and got INTJ but I think I may be INTP, if any of that helps? I tend to think very logically and separate fact from emotion, although I can get very emotional over my need to stick to the facts. I have a strong sense of justice but a gray moral code. (Obviously I tend to sympathize/empathize with villains more than heroes. Right vs. wrong is more important than written law. Rules sometimes are very much made to be broken.)

Apologies as I know this was a lot to read through, but I try to be a thorough person. 😅

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: not peculiar or selfish at all!! for you, a gift of the most creative little green bean 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

right, so someone short and adorable would be ideal for him, since he gives off short king vibes and is also himself an absolute cutie

i also just know that the only kind of partner miss tuesday would approve of (since you'll be co-parenting her essentially) would be a kinda gothy/alt type person with clothes she could borrow

so cardigans and spooky things? ideal. but then you're also playing into eddie's preference for a sweet little nerd

and purple compliments green so well!

ok so eddie shrinks away when he's not going all out as the riddler, which is usually when he's at his most outgoing. someone with the capability of appearing to be naive and trusting would be so advantageous to a criminal like him, you can both be outwardly one thing and inwardly the other, like secret identities only you two know about

i think he would be quite happy to have someone who wasn't full on or co-dependent in a relationship. he seems like he would have a tendency to isolate himself in his work, so wouldn't feel comfortable with someone who needed to be around him constantly. but parallel play is 100% one of his favourite things, where he can do his work and you can enjoy yourself, and bond silently with each other

god the dry humour, the sarcasm, the absolute silliness of it all, this is literally just him all over. and we're gonna go spooky and nerdy? the man is a total geek who is also a criminal. soul mates

it's difficult, because eddie would 100% be in support of you picking up computer science again. it's one of his beloved skills and hobbies. miss tuesday on the other hand would encourage you to follow mortuary science. so spooky, so creepy. she'd love it

logical is eddie to a t. and yeah, he can sometimes forget that emotions need to come into play, so if you're there to remind him of that, even better

and what is a riddler without a sense of moral justice? creating havoc is fun, sure, but they're all down to embarass the bat and show their own moral judgements on gotham and it's citizens

[everybody-loves-purdy]

It will forever rub me the wrong way how Moth Flight implemented the "Medicine cats shall not take a mate nor have kits" rule into the Medicine Cat code. Especially given that her specific set of circumstances was both tragic and unique.

Moth Flight was young when she took Micah as a mate. When he died, she was left to raise their four kits alone while juggling the duties of a medicine cat. Not to mention that this was during a time where knowledge about herbs was scant and where apprentices weren't really a thing. Not yet.

Although in the end, Moth Flight became overwhelmed and made the decision to give up Spider Paw, Bubbling Stream, Honey Pelt, and Blue Whisker, her experiences being a young mother should not have meant that no medicine cat after her should have been robbed of the opportunity to raise a family while healing their Clanmates.

When it comes to cats like Yellowfang and Leafpool, who had cats in their lives who would've helped care for their children, or cats like Alderheart, Jayfeather, and Spottedleaf, who seemed responsible enough to be able to balance love and duty, is this really a fair thing to impose onto medicine cats?

Should wanting to heal your Clanmates and commune with StarClan strip you of your right to find love and raise a family?

I think a better situation that would've called for the implementation of this restriction into the medicine cat code is if a medicine cat chose their mate and/or children over their Clanmate, resulting in said Clanmate's death. A death that would've been prevented had the medicine cat remained impartial.

I wrote a whole thing out for like 5 mins then tumbr got rid of it rip so here’s attempt 2

I completely agree!

Adding on, Moth Flight did not have a nursery system nor an additional qualified medicine cat for support during this time. Nowadays the nursery system can either give you a permaqueen or the means for someone else to step in and help look after your kits whether it be another queen or if needs be an elder or a clanmate who has experience raising kits that wouldn’t mind, maybe a parent who isn’t running the clan like Wind and Gorse were?

Also it’s a weird rule because medicine cats do usually have siblings and parents to care about, why would one of those cause your judgement to be more clouded than children or a mate? I feel like I’m most cases a medicine cat wouldn’t look at their mum bleeding out and have the same emotional reaction as they would for most their clanmates. Jayfeather literally stops visiting the Moonpool for a while over Leafpool’s death and mixes up herbs which he never does, so you can’t try and pretend that only kits and mates have the potential to produce a significant emotional response in a cat if something were to happen to them Erins.

I feel like they should have kept it similar to the original religious celibacy thing they were going for rather than stretch out the explanation. Until Moth Flight’s Vision it just seemed a case of them wanting to dedicate as much as they could to StarClan and healing so they forfeit certain paths that other cats take for granted in order to leave as much time in their minds and souls for StarClan as possible. To me that does make more sense than hinging everything on the very first medicine cat’s exceptional and unfortunate experience.

[percontaion-points]

Fearless (HMA 4) chapters 27 & 28

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Chapter 27

“Ada told me the Frost Wind was blowing on your mating night with Trey.”

 “She shouldn’t have,” I snapped, anger surging through my veins. “All that crap about being wild and free. It was just an excuse for him to do what he always did. Which was whatever the hell he wanted, and damn the consequences.”

I’m surprised that she even cried over Trey at all. 

As soon as she snapped out of her tears, this was pretty much the first thing she said to Jasper. 

 “You never wanted me to want him, so why are you trying to push us together now?”

Jasper feels free to say this shit about Trey being Vail’s mate… BECAUSE TREY IS FUCKING DEAD. 

“To be honest, I’m not sure I’m even Michael Warren’s daughter. He denied it more than once.”

It’s quickly getting to the point of “He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn't your daddy.” 

Friendly reminder that Michael faked his own death and left Vail behind. Claimed that it was to “protect her”, but Driftwood sold Vail to the first person who fucking asked. 

“They will say we are impure, to love as we do. That we are lost souls, infecting the blood of others like a poison. But they will not be able to deny the strength of claw, wing and hoof when they see the golden promise in our eyes. As we once were, as I believe we were always meant to be, they will know the strongest bond is the one that unites all families.” 

You know what would have made this series great? If the shifter genes were written as a metaphor for racism. 

It was already halfway there to start with. Might as well go all the way. 

“That’s the golden promise, Vail. Beyond pack, beyond rank. The bond that unites all the families.”

Chapter 27 summary: Vail mopes around in a mute grief until Darkness calls her up. He was only told that Trey died in a “drunken bar fight”, not the actual truth. Vail kind of would like to keep it like that. They act like they’re going to see each other for next Christmas, but there’s an air of “we probably won’t ever see each other again.” 

Later, Jasper comes in and starts saying all this stuff about “Your mate, Trey”. Vail gets really angry over the entire thing, saying that Jasper had been trying to get her to reject Trey this entire time, so what changed? While somehow 100% missing the point that… Trey fucking died??? That’s what fucking changed????

Anyway, Vail goes to Theo, and says that she’s not even sure that she is part wolf, like everybody has been claiming. After Trey died, her cat vanished, and she feels so empty inside. She doesn’t think the wolf exists. Theo says that he can sense other things in her. Mainly bird, but also bear. She doesn’t know how that’s possible. They talk about the strength she brings to the table. But she doesn’t think that this power actually exists inside of her. 

Chapter 28

Her last thought was both a purr and a sigh. Mate.

Chapter 28 summary: Vail asks Jasper to take her to the panther lands, which he does. There, they briefly meet up with Ada, but Vail takes off on her own. This is her first shift since Trey’s death… Although it’s honestly only been like 4 days, so I’m not that impressed by the entire thing. (The party was on the “longest night” aka the winter solstice. Darkness called her on the 24th, and it’s now the next day.) 

Vail runs through the forest, but she’s eventually joined by Jasper in his wolf form. They go back to Ada’s house, where the two of them curl up in a room together. Vail’s cat finally acknowledges Jasper as her mate. 

[fantasyfairytalereviews]

This was another great addition to this series. When the cat who has been living with Connor, a member of the Dallas SWAT Alpha Team, suddenly transforms into a human woman named Kat, it leads not only Connor but his pack members down a dangerous path. The warlock who cursed Kat is kidnapping children, and the SWAT team needs to figure out why before he becomes to powerful to stop. To stop him, and possibly save Kat from ever having to transform into a cat again, Connor and Kat will risk everything for a chance at a life together as soul mates.

I think I liked this one more than Wolf Hunger. I really loved Connor as a character, and his relationship with Kat. Connor's level of love and protection was off the chart, how much people mattered to him and what he would do to keep them safe. Kat had suffered so much but she was still willing to go through excruciating pain to defeat the warlock who cursed her.

The climax of this book, the fight with the warlock, was intense. Action, drama, heart wrenching sacrifice and intense love all combined for an incredible showdown. Tyler really knows how to write action and mystery well. The reason the warlock wanted the kids was woven throughout the book and it was like getting individual puzzle pieces at a time until you could assemble the whole picture.

This is a fantastic series, and I can't wait to read more.

[romanticfictionreviews]

This was another great addition to this series. When the cat who has been living with Connor, a member of the Dallas SWAT Alpha Team, suddenly transforms into a human woman named Kat, it leads not only Connor but his pack members down a dangerous path. The warlock who cursed Kat is kidnapping children, and the SWAT team needs to figure out why before he becomes to powerful to stop. To stop him, and possibly save Kat from ever having to transform into a cat again, Connor and Kat will risk everything for a chance at a life together as soul mates.

I think I liked this one more than Wolf Hunger. I really loved Connor as a character, and his relationship with Kat. Connor's level of love and protection was off the chart, how much people mattered to him and what he would do to keep them safe. Kat had suffered so much but she was still willing to go through excruciating pain to defeat the warlock who cursed her.

The climax of this book, the fight with the warlock, was intense. Action, drama, heart wrenching sacrifice and intense love all combined for an incredible showdown. Tyler really knows how to write action and mystery well. The reason the warlock wanted the kids was woven throughout the book and it was like getting individual puzzle pieces at a time until you could assemble the whole picture.

This is a fantastic series, and I can't wait to read more.

[rrorritam]

I'm not choosing one, fuck that, all of the above.

Missa wakes up and finds his family has fallen into a possibly eternal sleep. He blames himself and vows to protect them for as long as his immortal life will allow to.

One day on his work carrying souls to the after life, three very familiar people hop into his boat and ask for a ride. Missa cries the whole way, apologizing while his kids hug him and his 'platonic' husband lovingly laughs at him at him and reassures him "It's all good mate." It makes driving the boat across the river of souls very difficult but no one complained about the trip taking a bit longer.

Once at their destination, Missa is ready to leave his family behind once again (wet cat energy intensifies), not only feeling undeserving of staying by their side but also aware he still has job to do for Lady Death.

His family says "Fuck That."

They basically kidnap him and drag him to a place unknown, his partner promises him that he and the kids will love it, that it has something for everyone and they'll definitely be safe there unlike the cursed island they just left behind. Missa has no choice but to surrender to his beloved families' wishes.

On the way there, they notice the world shift. Suddenly, they are walking on air with the endless void surrounding them. The blond with stripped hat doesn't falter in his step, quite the opposite, hurrying them along through the ominous darkness. Even their kids have somehow relaxed, yet they keep close to their parents and stick to each other.

Missa recognizes the place a second too late, the presence starting to loom in the distance, making him become a nervous, jittery mess.

He can't remember the last time he saw Lady Death in person, and now at the worst possible time the reaper has the startling realization that he has been kinda, sorta, maybe, probably married to his boss's husband for a bit over a year.

Please, someone kill him..... again.

However, he is not smited the moment the enormous figure of a beautiful woman known as the Goddess of Death sets her gaze on him. On the contrary, he is scooped in her hands, along with his family, and gushed about for a solid few minutes.

She says that she has been doing her best to keep up with them, to try and help, but whatever was on that island kept her from actually reaching them to offer some help. The only exception being during the first Purgatory, where she was able to give her angel his wings back (if only temporarily) and to the reaper's surprise she was also the reason he was able to avoid that particular hell entirely by bringing him back to the Underworld.

"Speaking of." With wave of her giant delicate hand, the blue-eyed father of the family momentarily disappeared in a cloud of what Missa could only describe as stardust. Once he reappeared, magnificent void black wings spread behind the Angel of Death, now completely healed and back to their full glory. His smile was blinding, and the reaper couldn't help but smile back.

Their kids gush over the shiny, healthy feathers, and the avian let's them with pride evident in his face. Missa holds back, but he makes sure to compliment them and relay how happy he was as well that he got them back.

Then, just as suddenly as they were in the void, they were transported to a different location (still within the void if the stars and darkness were anything to go by), this one had actual structures that looked an awful lot like an altar.

"Kristin?"

"I'm done watching you dance around each other, and I don't know when I'll get the chance to do this again, so I'll be damned if you don't get married right here right now."

"Pwahahah-What!?"

"Cómo?!" Missa must have fallen asleep on his boat. There's no way this was happening right now.

Their kids were jumping and squealing, signing happily at lightning speed as they very obviously agreed with the plan of death's deity. He had to stop this ridiculousness.

Missa turned to the man in front of him, ready to apologize and propose they forget about everything, but the moment his eyes locked onto him, the words got caught in his throat. Because his wonderful partner had gotten on one knee and had a gentle, hopeful smile on his face.

"Not really how I planned to do this, but it seems as good a time as any." Philza holds out his hand, a simple gesture that has Missa on the verge of tears once again.

"Are you sure? Am I allowed?" The words escape the black haired man. Gaze shifting to the beautiful goddess that nodded at him reassuringly with an expectant gaze.

"I wouldn't choose anyone else to give my dear husband to, for him to have in the overworld where I can't join him, you're perfect for him Missa." Her words washed over him and relieved him of the invisible weight that had settled on his shoulders ever since that first day on the adoption center. "Oh! And don't worry about Mafer. She said she's fine with it as long as she gets to propose to me as well." She giggles at her husband's perplexed squawk.

Missa can't help but laugh as well. He thinks he's okay with that. It feels right in a way that the ocean could find some kind of bond with the only thing that could rival its vastness.

"Pos', si mi señorita novia lo dice, then who am I to argue." He focuses back to kneeling man in front of him.

He gazes back. Through their eyes, a thousand unsaid words, a myriad of held back feelings are conveyed with both of them understanding all of them and everything in between.

"So?" Missa thinks he imagined the slightly nervous tone in the angel's voice, but the slightly trembling hand holding his tell him otherwise.

"Get up here, Felipe Minecraft." In a sudden burst of bravery, the reaper pulls the avian up to his feet before gently but surely holding the blond, dipping him and kissing him like he always wanted to.

He is overjoyed when Philza kisses him back, feeling his taloned hands finding his neck and shoulders for stability and to hold him even closer.

He is only a little embarrassed when he pulls back to loud cheering and hollering from his children and his... wife-in-law?

They spend the next hours (or days, time in the void is finicky at best) talking, Philza and Kristin catching up as much as they can before they have to inevitably part ways again. The Goddess of Death makes every second count, listening to her husband's stories, talking to Chayanne and Lullah, and even whispering a few tips to Missa's ear on how to ruffle their husband's feathers in the best ways. (Missa makes note to remember every single one of them, even the ones that make his undead skin flush furiously).

But all good things must come to an end. They aren't meant to stay in this place for long, so regrettably, they must leave the realm and it's Goddess behind. They say their goodbyes, some taking longer than others before Kristin points them in a specific direction.

The family of 4 walks along the darkness for a while with nothing to really guide their way. Until it's not so dark anymore.

Blaze rods appear seemingly out of nowhere, and under their warm light, they are now able to see a path of roses leading them further along (when they take a deep breath they can smell a hint of the ocean in the air). The family smiles at the familiar sight and follows.

From one moment to the next, they are out of the endless void, and they lay dazedly on soft grass. Missa and the kids take a moment to regain their bearings, trying to recognize the bright world around them.

There are floating islands, giant trees, different biomes, and a shore right along them, as well as a few structures dotting the horizon and the land they stand on.

The reaper and the two dragonlings are startled from their thoughts by the sound of wings, big ones.

"Well? Welcome to my Hardcore World!"

Philza looks perfect, black wings spread to their fullest, surrounded by sunlight and the air ruffling his hair and clothes. He is finally surfing the sky like he's meant to.

Missa smiles widely, hurrying towards his beloved husband along with their beloved children.

Death family is home.

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Okay! So I don't know what took over me there, but here u go! This is entirely self indulgent so do with it as u please.

I'll probably write some more stuff for pissa and death family because I genuinely fell in love with them and I don't think I'll get over them soon. But I'm not used to posting my stuff here or... anywhere really so I won't make any promises.

Anywaays, hope u enjoyed reading this and please keep supporting the pissa, deathduo, death family tags! Have a great one everybody!!

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[bonefall]

For the dead warrior thing, how's about the non-ThunderClan dead meddies from arc 1? Mudfur, Barkface, and Runningnose.

(And on the note of fleshing out StarClan-as-deities, I'm curious, do you think Clan cats would pray to specific cats for divine intervention or to StarClan as a whole? If the former, who would the cats get in contact with for, say, good luck in romance or help conceiving a litter?)

a) Mudfur

Mudfur joined StarClan at the worst possible time, and spent his first few years agonizing over the fact he couldn't get in touch with Mothwing. Once he could rest assured that Willowpaw could receive the visions for her, he was so done with stress and responsibility that he turned down several prestigious positions around StarClan.

He would have made excellent signs, he could have been excellent at crafting newborn spirits, and he would have been able to blow the clouds away with a mighty breath. Instead, he likes to nap in the dappled starshine, and spend time with his beloved mate and kits.

He's ready to fade now, actually, he's made his peace with his life and would like to move on; but he wants to be the last to go. Since Leopardstar is so venerated, he won't fade for a very long time.

b) Barkface

Barkface is a natural at dreamweaving. Like a spider, he can lace together memories, wishes, and desires, and gently unravel them into the minds of sleeping cats. Of course he's called on for very important prophetic dreams, but more than anything, he loves to grace the minds of elders with images of their glory days.

He lived a long life, and he's been reunited with many lost friends in StarClan. He also loves what he does, so it will be generations before Barkface decides that he'd like to pass on.

c) Runningnose

(in my rewrite, runningnose is actually a very different person and also a dark forest cat, so this one's for the canon Runningnose fans out there!)

Runningnose is still trying to find his peace. He went through a lot in life and had to make a lot of hard choices, he was even a cat who went through a trial (though it was unanimous in the end that he was worthy of StarClan). He joined StarClan as a weary spirit.

He was pretty quiet at first, not having the willpower to do very much, but with the help of his friends he's found a place in growing herbs. They don't make him sneeze anymore, and he defies a StarClan stereotype that Medicine Cats are usually bad at floramancy.

This is because he's patient and humble, he won't resort to pointlessly chasing away clouds and making perfect weather. He will gladly lay, wait, and coax the smallest stem through the thickest snowbank, as long as he knows it will help at least one clanmate through leafbare.

When Littlecloud joined him, it was like he suddenly had a burst of great energy. He's still not the vibrant soul he was in youth, but he has all the time in the world to regain his spark.

d) Do the clan cats worship individual spirits, or StarClan as a whole?

Answered below the cut

I hadn't considered it before, but, sometimes yes. Overall, StarClan is a shifting clan, full of cats who are relevant to the living. Cats fade away when they're ready to rest, so bothering a random spirit would be fruitless or perhaps even rude. Generally, if the cats are praying, it's to StarClan as a whole.

There are exceptions of course. Leopardstar will pride herself as an avatar of battle and gladly bestow favor if she's contacted. Firestar will show up if you so much as think about him too hard. But sometimes, a cat will pray to a direct ancestor, or a friend will "lend" one of theirs.

"My grandmew had NINE kittens, if you ask her she'll totally help you have a litter!"

"My grandpaw's brother died at sunningrocks, dragged down TWO RiverClan warriors with him! He'll help me claw their ears off tomorrow!"

"Remember the wisdom of Tallstar the wanderer, who visited many lands and guided his clan across them. Pray to him tonight, and he will protect you on your journey to the mountain."