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#I wake up in the morning with an insatiable lust for beefing up all the potential abusive dynamics in battle cats
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Can you tell us more about Blizzardwing and Holly's toxic marriage?
Sure! I'll leave the meta reasons for why I feel so strongly about the changes out of this, and just focus on the new HollyBlizzard dynamic
There is brief periods of peace in their mateship, but they're increasingly rare.
Sometimes it seems like Hollyflower is looking for reasons to take out her frustration on Blizzardwing. You can 'feel' it coming.
The kits quickly learn when things are about to get loud, and begin walking on eggshells around their parents
But, there's always a spark that sets off chaos.
Blackkit often feels like it's his fault. He'll do something 'wrong', and then Blizzard is paying for it, and as a result Blizzard makes him pay for it back.
Black dreads Blizzard's visits to the nursery, he wishes they would just stay apart because he can "handle" Holly on her own.
Flintfang and Fernshade were in the older litter, with Blackfoot slightly younger. About one year apart or so.
They were always huge reliefs to him. They would often show up just in time and whisk him away to do fun activities. They showed him how to hunt frogs. They taught him how to skin a vole. Blizzard and Holly would have left him without basic skills otherwise.
But at the end of the day, he would have to go back to the nursery.
Flint and Fern know what it's like growing up in that kind of environment, but at least they had each other you know?
Never, NEVER suggest to Holly or Blizzard that maybe they shouldn't be together. They will unite just to turn their anger onto you.
Blizzard: "She's my mate. I made a promise that I'd always be there for her. You think I'd just play a game with her love? Are you trying to tell me I'm not loyal?"
Holly: "Yeah sure we fight, but that's because I love him. I've never loved anyone else and I never will, how dare you try to drive a wedge between us!"
We're Drowning Together
Coming out of that environment, Blackfoot was a bit of a bully. He wanted to prove his worth to ShadowClan, and sometimes lashed out just to throw his weight around. He was a big boy that came out of the union of The Vicious Hollyflower and Son/Grandson-of-Snowtuft Blizzardwing, and that made a lot of people afraid of him.
That desperation, loneliness, and sadistic streak made him a favorite of the deputy Brokentail, who soon became Brokenstar. He wasn't his first deputy; but it was clear that Brokenstar was preparing him for the role by providing him lots and lots of opportunities for advancement at a young age.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. The Holly/Blizzard dynamic has been OVERHAULED for BB.
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I know you said you wanted some double feature requests so how about a Harry Gardner x reader where the reader knows that Harry takes the pills because he told them and they make him "protein shakes" to tide him over in between kills but they're worried that he's not getting the nourishment he needs so they start putting some of their own blood into the drinks and when he finds out he immediately gets worried for their health so it's kind of angsty but ends in fluff? Sorry if that's too weird
It's not weird at all! Harry is so fine, I'd make him a blood smoothie any day-
Protein Shakes (Harry Gardner x reader)
Warnings: Spoilers for double feature, dark themes, discussion of the black pills' side effects, accidental finger cutting, intentional finger/hand cutting, mild cursing, mentions of blood, unappetizing description of a "protein shake", reader is a simp for Harry (aren't we all)
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You and your husband, Harry, moved to Provincetown during the winter so he could work on his writing. He didn't have the inspiration he needed to finish the pilot he needed to, so when a local legend offered him a pill he guaranteed would help, he jumped at the opportunity.
Ever since he'd started taking the pill, however, he'd had this insatiable lust for human blood, which he quelled a couple of times a week by killing some random pedestrian he came across who wouldn't be missed. You gave yourself the job of making sure he was fed in between kills, not only because you worried about him, but so that he wouldn't wake up one day and start looking at you like his next meal.
Once a day you would fix him a snack, a protein shake if you will, mixed with blended steak (and the occasional roadkill). One morning, you accidentally cut yourself while you were chopping up the beef. Not wanting to have to go to the store to get 10 more packages of steak, you stuff it in the blender anyway, making sure to get yourself a bandaid after.
After you poured the bloody concoction into a mug, you walked into the living room to see Harry furiously typing away at his laptop.
"Breakfast," you say as you put the mug on the coffee table beside him, lightly kissing him on the head.
He took a quick sip before glancing at you and smiling. "Thanks sweetie," he said as he continued working.
That was odd, you thought as you made your way back into the kitchen. He would usually ignore you when you brought him breakfast, let alone thank you for it.
Then you remembered how some of your blood got on the meat that was put in the blender. Realizing that having actual blood in his diet might make him happier, you decided to make it a normal thing.
It had been a couple of weeks since you'd started putting your blood in his morning meals, and Harry seemed fairly happier: he'd started thanking you when you would bring him his meals, and he was snapping at you less than usual.
On your side, however, things wouldn't doing so great. The constant blood letting from you had started to take its toll. What started as a small finger nick that was just deep enough to draw blood had turned into you cutting open a line down your finger long enough to where you couldn't close it properly without it hurting.
The whole thing came to a head one day when Harry walked in on you cutting open the inside of your palm.
"What are hell you doing?"
You turned around just in time to see him running towards you. He took the knife from you and put it on the counter before wrapping your hand in a dish towel.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly as he rummaged around looking for the first aid kit. You could tell how much self restraint it took for him to not start sucking the blood from your wound, and it made you feel bad for putting him in a situation like that in the first place.
After he found the first aid kit, he silently started cleaning your wound.
"Are...are you mad?" You quietly asked, looking at the ground.
He sighed, throwing the dirty towel into the trash can as he began to bandage your injury. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just...confused. Why would you do something like that to yourself?"
You hesitated before answering. "I did it for you."
"What?" His head shot up, a surprised look on his face. "Why?"
"It's just...I know how difficult it can be for you, having to drink blood substitutes rather than the real thing. The first time it happened, I cut myself purely by accident. But when I saw how happy it made you to have real human blood, I started to do it more often. I guess....I just wanted you to be happy."
His features soften as he looked at you.
"Baby, I'm already happy, because I have you. I know I don't say it often, but I appreciate you and everything you do for me, and I never want you to feel like you have to do something that hurts yourself in order to make me happy, okay?"
You slowly nodded as he finished bandaging your hand. When he was done, he leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss.
"I love you," he whispered across your lips.
"I love you too," you said as you softly kissed him back.
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