#caretaker guard dog

[pierceofheart]

What about caretakers who were former guard dog whumpees?

Or whumpers who were former guard dog whumpees??

What about them. Because that's in a way interesting though to me personally.

Just looking at the characters, the character (caretaker) that rose to be either better than they were before whether healed or unhealed with trauma and wished to help those who were in the same situation they were. Or to be worse (whumper) than they were before due to it and wanting to install the same fear and trauma to others in the way they had been done dirty.

[whump-thoughts]

I am once again thinking about living weapon/guard dog whumpee's....

A living weapon whumpee who is just so extremely conditioned that they will not even sleep or eat if not given permission to do so by their master

A guard dog whumpee that is meant to be at their masters side at all times and also be alert to anyone that could be a threat to them but due to having spent so much time just trapped in a tiny and sound-proofed room being tortured for god knows how long, big crowds or even just like, multiple stimuli will cause them to have sensory overload

Living weapon whumpee that is legitimately terrifying, like they have and will kill at the command of their master and will obey the whims of them without any objections as well.

Multiple living weapon whumpee's! They are all deeply conditioned but also feel a very strong kinship towards each other, even if they cannot show it due to the conditioning

And how about their caretaker's?

A caretaker that is smaller and weaker than whumpee, being unable to carry or restraint them when necessary, yet still is determined to help them

A caretaker that is younger than whumpee and is both scared of and hesitant to help them!, whumpee being completely subservient to them does not calm their fear in the slightest

A caretaker that has given up on deconditioning whumpee, simple trying keeping them in a soothed passive state, where they don't harm others or themselves, but are not healed just using their own conditioning in a different way.

Idk man, sorry if something is written weirdly, it's 3 am and English is not my first language, hope ya thought these ideas were interesting at least.

[whumpy-daydreams]

Prompt:

caretaker finds a terrified whumpee, covered in blood, and holding a knife.

this got a bit long and i kinda forgot about the 'terrified' part of it but i hope you enjoy! ive added a read more so it doesn't clog up feed

cw: reference to murder, past abuse, mentions of blood and a knife (obviously)

When Caretaker woke, the flat was quiet. At first they thought Whumpee was still asleep - which would be good, god knows they didn't sleep enough. Three hours passed, and Whumpee still hadn't appeared.

They didn't want to invade Whumpee's privacy (they'd had enough of that when they had been with Whumper), but Caretaker peeked into their bedroom.

"Fuck."

Whumpee's bed was empty. The sheets were a mess, still stained with sweat: probably from one of Whumpee's nightmares.

"Shit!" Caretaker said again, running to get their coat.

Outside there was still frost on the ground. Caretaker's breath misted in front of them as they tried to work out where Whumpee could be. There were alleys near the apartment block. That seemed like as good a place as any to start.

The first two were empty apart from the overflowing bins and rats. Caretaker was just about to leave the third when they heard a choked sob.

"Whumpee?" They asked cautiously, heading towards the bin where the sound had come from. Whumpee was curled up next to it, shaking and crying slightly. Caretaker gasped. There was blood all over whumpee. "Whumpee, what happened?"

Whumpee took a shaky breath, curling their legs in tighter. Then caretaker noticed the knife in their hand. The blade was stained red, still wet.

"You're going to hate me." Whumpee said, not looking at Caretaker.

"Just tell me what happened."

"I saw them." Whumpee's eyes seemed to glaze over as the talked. "In the supermarket yesterday. I don't think they noticed me but... It was easy to find them."

"Who? Whumpee - who did you see?" Who did you hurt? was what they meant to say. Whumpee looked at them, the fear replaced with burning hatred.

"Whumper."

Caretaker swallowed. They thought Whumper had been arrested - had told Whumpee that they had.

"Why didn't you tell me you saw them?"

"Because you'd just try and stop me."

"Where are they now?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Whumpee, tell me." Caretaker grabbed their shoulders and Whumpee flinched, shaking their head. "Did you... are they dead?" A small nod. "Jesus, Whumpee. Listen, you have to tell me where they are, if the police find out and-"

"I've taken care of it. I just want to go home."

Caretaker didn't want to know what Whumpee meant by 'take care of it'. They reminded themselves that Whumpee would know how to get rid of a body - or at least the evidence that they did it.

Caretaker nodded, helping Whumpee to their feet. They were shaking like a leaf, breaths short and erratic.

"Okay, it's okay. Let's just get you cleaned up."

[justplainwhump]

Spotted

Co-written with @hackles-up. Part of the Ridley-Dies-Arc, can be read on it's own. B and Tom (aka second bad guy) are her characters.

Dany and B's escape takes a bad turn.

[Masterlist]

Content / Warnings: BBU elements, recapture, feverish whumpee, restraints, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, abduction, threats of noncon.

Being the daughter of a man like my father, I've been taught quite a lot about being on the run, even though I've rarely been myself. The importance of high quality fake papers, for example, and how much further you can get if you just behave like a rich person; how with the right tip a concierge at the Ritz will surely keep you out of the books, while a dingy motel owner might sell you out for the price of a Big Mac.

It's ironic, that we have both of that - good documents and good money -, and still need to rely on the very dingy sort of accommodations. Because all I learned didn't take into account being the subjects of a nationwide manhunt for the murder of a mafia-affiliated just-not-billionaire. Or hiding a huge, broad-shouldered traumatized man with sharp titanium teeth who refuses to take off his collar.

We've slept in the car, twice, but B's fever had only become worse, and none of us had been able to close an eye.

We're at a rest stop on a highway, a small shady restaurant with a bunch of guest rooms above it. A significant share of these is most likely occupied by the prostitutes sitting at the bar right now, slightly bored because it's not yet their time of the night. It makes me feel better, in a way. Means the police aren't quite welcome here. That can only be good for us.

B has stepped away for the washroom, and I'm just studying the road map once more, when a thin man in a leather jacket slips into my booth and sits down in B's spot.

Under the table, my hand wraps around my gun. I can help myself, but it would create attention, and attention is the very last thing we need.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, while he looks me down. Black jeans, oversized black Tee, short gloves, dark baseball cap over a short bob. I look nothing like the pictures from the wanted posters. I also look nothing like a sweetheart.

"Fuck off," I tell him. "That seat is taken."

He chuckles. "You don't even want to hear my offer?"

"Pretty sure I do not, no."

"I can get you out." He gestures roughly towards the border. "Out of the country. Friend's got an airplane, used to... unregistered cargo."

"What makes you think I want to leave?"

He laughs, points at my cap, my baggy clothes, the duffle bag between my feet. "I know the looks of people like you. And I know this place isn't exactly a spa retreat. People come here for reasons."

"Oh yeah?" With the hand above the table, I take a sip of my coke. "And say I were interested. How much would that flight be?"

The stranger tilts his head towards the restrooms. "Your... buddy back there. Built like a brick, isn't he? Seems like he can handle himself quite well."

I lift my chin in alarm, while he just leans in conspiratorially, and asks, "WRU material?"

I clench my jaw and shake my head.

"If he came back, and I said the magic word, what would he do, huh, princess?"

I can't help but tense at the pet name. At the implication.

"What would you do, huh?" He gives me a slow smile. "Wanna give it a try? Respect!"

"Fuck off." I slam my gun onto the table, trained at him, keeping my voice low. "I'm not a runaway pet, nor is my friend. I've just had some trouble with some assholes, and it didn't end well for them. If you don't want to test your luck, I think you should just walk away and forget we've ever met."

He stares at the gun and lifts his hand in a mock gesture of defeat. "Gosh, you're a flimsy one, aren't you? Alright, I'm leavin', I'm leavin'."

My heart is racing, as I watch him retreat through the front doors, looking back to me with a final mock salute.

It still does, when B returns to the table. He still looks exhausted, his eyes dull, with deep rings underneath, feverish sweat glinting on his forehead. 'Seems like he can handle himself well', the man has said. Fucking ironic, a threat within a threat.

B needs a break. And I’m not giving him one. I toss two bills onto the counter and grab the uneaten burger from the plate, before I nod at him. "We gotta go."

“Trouble?” He asks, moving in step with me as I move. All professional, all alert Guard Dog. Both of us know how much it costs him to keep it up.

"Yeah." I cast a glance around. Nobody seems to spare us any attention, but I've been fooled before. I hadn't seen the guy coming. And he must've been watching us for a while. Fuck. I'm pretty sure that I haven't convinced him. Just need to hope that he'll find easier prey. Or that we'll be gone before he returns. "Some gangster spotted us. Can't tell you what he wants exactly, he doesn't know about the bounty, but way too interested in you to be safe."

I lift the heavy bag and throw it over my shoulder. It's better if I carry it than him. He's sick; and he needs his hands free. "He left through the front door. Don't think we've seen the last of him though." I bite my lip. "Any other way out?"

B nods, indicating to his right hand side. "This way."

He makes steady determined steps past the bathrooms and towards the back entrance, almost betraying the exhaustion he must be feeling. Just as I try to let myself be fooled, too, though, he wavers for a moment, stumbling and reaching to hold himself on the wall.

I'm by his side right away, holding out my arm to steady him from the other side. He's burning, even through his clothes. His fever has become worse. A plane ride would've been just what we needed. Fucking asshole.

I rest a hand on B's hot cheek. "It's not far," I promise. "Two more days, and we can find Frankie's friends, and rest there."

I had thought about just leaving our car behind, making a run through the fields behind the rest stop, and just find someone who sells us their car for enough cash.

But B isn't even well enough to make it to the parking lot in one run. I grimace, making sure the gun is where I can reach it. I can't use any police attention. But if that's the price to pay to get B out of here safely, so be it.

Whatever that guy is up to, he's bad news; he's a threat, and he won't be any more with a bullet in his chest. I wonder for a second, if Dad would like that reasoning. He never wanted me to think that way. But there's many things about my life that he's never wanted.

"Come on, Ben," I say quietly. "We need to keep moving. You can hold on to me, alright? You can sleep in the car."

B bunches his hand into a fist against the wall, exhaling with a groan.

"Nh... No... 'M fine, Dany... I can do this." He mutters, and pushes himself off of the wall and stumbles forward, shrugging off my hand. "We can't stay here."

He pushes himself against the back door, holding it open with his body so I may slip out.

Something moves behind me. There’s a hand on my side, and cold metal pressed to the back of my head. They came from behind. Of course they did. Fuck. Fuck.

"Stay nice and still, pretty thing." someone murmurs.

I will not.

"B!" I shout, when I feel the barrel shift as he reaches around me, fumbling for my gun. I spin the other way, let the heavy duffel bag slam into his side and shoulder, while I grab my gun myself. The attacker stumbles, but catches himself too quickly, his gun in front of my face just as I bring my own up.

Fury is burning in his eyes. "You fucking... Don't fucking move or I'll put one in your knee. Sluts don't need to walk."

In front of us, B lets out a low growl. He bares his titanium teeth, taking a shaky step forward. The backdoor is still open, the night air wafting in.

"Oh no you don’t," the stranger hisses, pulling back the safety on his gun and pointing it at my leg. "I saw his collar. Tell your pet to back down or I'll shoot."

My mind is racing.

My gun is still in my hands, half way up. I could get a bullet in his chest, but he'll be faster, shooting my leg. I could kill him, but we'd never get away.

They want us alive. They want us alive, and they don't know who we are, so chances are they want us alive and not torture us to death.

Sickening as it is to admit, we'll stand better chances later. It feels like a betrayal, when I say, "Stand down, B."

B’s glare stays on the man, burning and deadly. He dropped his defensive stance immediately, though.

I don't lower my own gun.

"What do you want?"

He doesn’t reply, keeps his own gun level, while he remarks, “Impressive. It’s very responsive to you. How did you get your hands on a Guard Dog, huh? Must’ve cost a fortune. Daddy bought him for you?” He sneers.

Daddy. My hand trembles and I need my other hand to steady it and the gun. "Daddy is not in the picture any longer. And he answers to me," I reply. "What do you want? There isn't a lot to get out of us. The Guard Dog is old and sick, he isn't worth much any longer, but we can talk money." Ridley's words taste sour in my mouth. I hope B gets why I have to talk like this. They need to let us go.

The man just laughs. “Oh I wouldn’t discount you two so quickly.” He takes a step forward. “Now I need you to lower that gun and come with me. I’ll tell you all you wanna know then.”

“Don’t move…” B grits out. “We won’t go… anywhere with you.”

“Oh it talks too. Clever doggy.”

"Don't come closer," I hiss. "And don't talk to him like that. Or I'll shoot, and I won't bother aiming for the leg."

When I notice the shadowy movements behind B, it's too late. Something lowers around his neck and yanks him back.

I lose all control.

"No," I yell and stumble over towards him. "No! B!"

He’s falling, catching himself just before he hits the ground and lunges with teeth bared at his assailants, fighting the noose around his throat.

“Oh no you fucking don’t.” The man behind me is on me, grabs me in a vicious choke hold, arm pressing into my throat and kicking my legs out from underneath me to send me crashing to the ground. The gun falls from my hand, clattering across the floor behind me.

I have eyes only for the scene in front of me, the long catch pole, the noose lanyard choking B’s neck, his desperate, feverish thrashes. He’s panting for breath already.

"Stop," I shout, half sobbing. "B. Don't. Don't."

At the sound of my voice, B freezes in place.

It’s enough. The men yank back on the pole, sending him crashing into the ground.

The man behind me presses me down, pinned under his weight.

“Shhh, there’s a good girl", the stranger breathes in my ear, wrenching my arms back and fixating them with zip ties, while hissing obscenities into my hair.

Good girl.

I have betrayed B. I have betrayed myself, giving up this fight.

The man's hands are wandering over my ass. I don't care. All I care about is the man folded over on the other side of the back door, the man whom I promised to get him to safety.

My eyes are burning with tears.

I swallow back a sob.

"Don't hurt him," I whisper. "Please. Fuck me however you want to, I'll let you, but please, don't hurt him."

“Oh I think we’ll do whatever we please, sweetheart.” He murmurs, hand still firm on my ass. “We’ll take good care of your dog. Better than you have. Get it back on its feet and it’s gonna earn us a fortune in the dog fights.”

Better than you have. I can't breathe. He's right. I've almost let him die of this fever, keeping him on the run, always on his ties, never allowing us to rest.

The man who’s sat in the booth with me has stepped in outside, kneeling on B’s back.

I watch with tears in my eyes, as he pulls out a collar.

I didn't have a choice, I tell myself. I had to.

I’ve failed him, nonetheless.

I’ve failed us both.

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[frightnightindustries]

When they cringed in fear

Semi-graphic murder under the cut.

(@indigo-flightly-falls it's Tony!)

Rescue whump, pet whumpee, serial killer caretaker!

It was the whimpers that stole Tony's attention away from his lesson. The pitiful, sorrowful cries for help that differed from the ones made by the pathetic creature at his feet.

The source of the whimpers had not known joy in a long, long time....Troubling.

He glanced around, looking for some shape in the darkness of this living room that would give him a sign. But no luck.

Fortunately, he had the occupant of the house at his feet, but he had to ask quickly before the thing expired.

Kneeling down, he took out his machete and tilted up the head of said occupant with it's blade.

"The noises. I hear cries. Do you know where they are?"

Twitching and in pain, the creature spoke. ".....basement.....please don't kill me...." Tony gave no verbal response to that, but began moving his machete away from the neck of the thing. He stood up, brushing a bit of dust of his knees, and began to walk towards the basement door, down the rickety steps.

The stairs smelled like bleach and despair. He wrinkled his nose as he walked down, years of practice keeping him from making a sound as he did so.

What he found was certainly a surprise. There was a person curled up in the corner of the basement. Shivering, shaking, and whimpering.

Tony took a couple steps closer, which was proven to be a mistake as the mystery person lunged forward, restricted by what looked like a chain, but that wasn't what caught Tony's eye. No, what caught his eye was a collar attached to the poor person's neck. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle....

This mystery person was a pet. Pity drowned out the rest of his emotions, and he began to speak to the poor person. Perhaps he could make his intentions clear.

"Hello. Do you have a name?" He spoke, trying to seem non-threatening. The person stopped cold in their tracks. Tony wondered if it was out of confusion as to why he had asked, or if it was unused to any kind of interaction with a human being other than it's owner. The thought enraged him.

"No.....sir." He responded, seeming much more like a man now that the poor man wasn't snarling and attempting to murder him. Quelling the rage circling his heart like a wolf on the hunt, he made himself look curious. Kind. Caring. Things that he had long since left behind to the young child he once was.

"Oh. Would you like one?" Tony asked. "Did your....master.....keep one from you?" He took a step closer. "Did he harm you?"

The poor man shook his head. "No. My master is kind. Discipline is....I deserve it." Then he straightened. "Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet."

"Discipline." Tony muttered, growing angry. "What is the discipline that your master applies?" The man in front of him didn't know that his master's death depended on how he responded.

And then came the words that sealed the fate of the captor above.

"Master believes that deprivation of food and water are effective measures."

That lit a roaring flame inside the mind of Tony. Snarling, he turned, stomping up the stairs and grabbing the horrid creature, who moronically hadn't even moved from the spot Tony had left him. A horrid creature who couldn't even learn a simple lesson on how to treat the ones you wish to be romantic with.

Tony dragged him down the stairs, succumbing to an impulsive thought of vengeance and bloodshed. A cry of distress from the poor man gave him pause once he reached the bottom, throwing the creature on the ground and kicking it in the ribs when it tried to move. This man. This man, who this creature had stolen from happiness, joy, even humanity....

This man cared. That wouldn't do.

"Master!" The man cried out, going as far as his chains would allow, but only spurning Tony on.

The creature sputtered, attempting to speak, but Tony cut him off before he began. "Do not speak unless I ask you. You monstrous beast. You treat others like objects, and now I discover you are a thief."

He pointed with his machete at the man in chains, who flinched as he did. Tony's heart ached at that, and he knew he would make sure that never happened again, that the man would see this as a tool to be used and not a cause for pain. "You stole so many things from this man. His joy, his humanity, even his mind. I see now that you are a worthless case. Goodbye."

And then he got to work. It was a bloody thing, as the ends of his lessons always were. By the time he was done the creature was long since dead, the man was shivering and crying in the corner, and Tony was....well, to say he was covered in blood was an understatement. He would have to burn his shoes afterwards, and probably the jeans as well. The shirt would be alright, after a few hours in the washer.

But he had bigger problems to deal with. Tony turned to the man, and stepped closer. "I have an offer for you."

The man looked up and tilted his head, eyes still red from crying. "Are....are you my new master?" He asked trepidatiously, and Tony could've wept from pity. He had heard the stories, of course. Accounts of horrific abuse, kidnappings, and other horrible things going on with these....human pets. But he had never truly had time to do research.

He hadn't imagined it would be this terrible.

"No." He responded. "But I do have two options. If you will not physically harm me, and accompany me back to my home, I will refrain from killing you, and you will have shelter for as long as you wish. If you refuse, I will kill you quickly. After all, you are a witness. You have seen my face. Do you accept my offer?"

The man nodded, though he flinched away as Tony walked over to him to unlatch it.

"I am going to unlatch the chain now. Please, do not run." Tony muttered, though close enough for the man to hear his words. Walking up the stairs once it was unlatched, he motioned for the man to follow, and the two walked up the stairs and out the door. Pointedly not looking at the bloodstains from the lesson that had been conducted upstairs.

The man shuddered as they reached the outside, nighttime had long since fallen upon the sleepy neighborhood. (And the man was wearing a tank top, how had he not noticed this before) Tony went to wrap a hand around the shoulder of the man, but realized that wrapping a still blood soaked hand around a probably traumatized man was probably unhelpful. So, the man shivered in silence during the minute long walk to the car.

Tony led the man around the car to the passenger door, watching as he shakily opened it and sat down inside. Once he had done so, Tony walked back around the car and sat in the drivers seat.

"Would you prefer the radio on, or off?" He asked to his new companion. The man froze like a deer in the headlights, and for the first time that night, Tony got a good look at him.

The man had grey eyes like a storm, and so many scars it disturbed even the well-practiced killer that Tony was. It was wrong to even think of the man next to him bleeding. People who hadn't done anything wrong shouldn't be bleeding.

A trembling voice snapped Tony back to reality before he could spiral down again. "....whatever you prefer, sir. I....I don't have opinions." That wouldn't do, but he couldn't help that now. Perhaps some music could help his friend (was that the right word for it?) clear his mind.

He started the car, then turned on the radio.

"MY EYES ARE STAPLED OPEN WIDE-"

That made both of them jump, and gave Tony a laugh. "I didn't realize...." Trailing off, he noticed that his friend had curled up into the seat again, shaking with fear. It had startled him.

"Apologies." Tony said. "I will turn down the volume." The man didn't respond, so Tony turned to do just that, then flipping through the channels to find a song that his friend would enjoy.

Ah, there it was.

"Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel...."

And then he started driving, humming along with the music as he drove past rows and rows of houses.

There was still much he had to do. Get home, burn and wash his clothes as he saw fit, make sure that the house was good enough for two instead of one, give his friend a name, tell him about the lessons....

But for now, it was alright.

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So, first part in a possible series!

Important notes:

Tony is twenty five, our poor friend is twenty eight.

Tony saw both of his parents shot by robbers at a young age, and was sent to a group home which wasn't exactly watchful of the inhabitants. His actions are the result of trauma, unrestricted access to the internet, and most importantly, the fact that nobody cared or saw what was happening inside his head. The mental illnesses didn't cause him to kill.

He has very poor impulse control, a messed-up view of the world, episodes of mania, and overall a very poor mental state. If we are in his POV, the actions he takes will be portrayed as right, because he believes that he is in the right. This is a healing story for both of them. Tony just has no idea yet.

Now, for our other protagonist.....you'll have to wait and see. I'm excited to write him.

[spoondrifts]

what if i wrote something different well what if i wrote the same triad dynamic over and over and over again. until it killed me

[pigeonwhumps]

Hairdresser

Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @for-the-love-of-angst

Lea and Theo go to the hairdresser.

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So, I promised Vee a comfort drabble. This is certainly not a drabble although it does make me smile. Set fairly soon after Anita gets Lea, before her trip to the vet.

CWs: BBU, pet whump, fear of punishment, past restraints, blink and you'll miss it implied non-con, conditioning, sensory issues

Theo's almost bouncing by the time they reach the groomer's – no, the hairdresser's, Mistress Anita said. He's clearly trying not to show it but Lea can see. Why? What's so exciting about someone who's going to restrain them until they can't move at all and forcefully cut their hair, tugging painfully. Why– why does Theo want that? It's scary and the gowns are itchy and it's too much.

Mistress Anita holds the door open for Theo to enter and pauses, looking at Lea.

"We need to go in, but you don't have to have your hair cut if you don't want to, sweetheart. You can just wait with me if you like. It's up to you."

They enter the hairdresser's and Lea kneels at Anita's feet, watching as Theo, having already been helped out of his harness and coat, climbs up into a posh, comfortable-looking leather seat and rests his head back in the bowl of water. A smiling man in a black shirt rolls up his sleeves and starts washing Theo's hair.

There's no restraints, Theo doesn't look like he's in pain, any malice or disgust the groomer has is very well hidden. Lea doesn't understand.

"Hello." Lea jumps about a foot in the air and turns her head to face the woman who's just spoken, bowing slightly. "Oh, sorry for startling you. You don't need to bow. I'm Marie."

Lea looks up cautiously. The woman in front of her is dark skinned and muscular, with tattoos covering both arms. One arm's held out towards her, and Lea can see scars on it, some more covered by tattoos than others.

Lea flinches.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just shake my hand, if you can?"

Mistress Anita nods, and Lea takes Miss Marie's hand tentatively, curling her fingers around the older woman's.

"What's your name?"

"Lea, ma'am."

"Nice to meet you Lea. You can just call me Marie, or Miss Marie if that's more comfortable for you." Lea frowns at Miss Marie. That's an odd way to address someone. Mistress Anita said that, too. It's impolite to address a person without a title. She catches sight of a set of numbers and lines on Miss Marie's wrist, partially hidden by trailing vines and flowers.

Miss Marie catches her looking.

"I was a pet, once, like you. A lifetime ago. Now I help pets and ex-pets increase your confidence by letting you choose something for yourself. I promise I won't hurt you, but if you want proof that's okay. Keep watching Theo, and when you're ready, take off your coat, harness and scarf and come over to the hairwashing station."

Marie walks off. Lea looks up at Mistress Anita, completely confused.

Well, when in doubt.

She nudges against Mistress Anita's leg, batting her eyelashes up at her. She has to pay somehow. This is her job.

"Hey, sweetheart, no. You don't have to do that. This is a gift. I want you to feel more confident, and like how you look. And I have no idea how to style your hair. Please, don't try and pay."

Lea swallows the lump in her throat and nods. Mistress Anita never wants to do anything with her. Does she actually want her at all?

She's going to stop thinking about it. She's going to stop thinking about it and get her hair done, and she'll be so so good and Mistress Anita will definitely want her and keep her.

Lea gets to her feet nervously and makes her way over to the comfortable chair, leaning her head back. Her neck feels naked without a collar or scarf, it's weird. There's a mirror on the ceiling so she can see herself, and this chair she's in is a people chair. Why's she being allowed in a people chair?

"Blimey, I see what Anita meant about your hair being damaged. It's okay, we'll get it sorted, you don't need to worry. When was the last time anyone cared for your hair properly? Before Anita, I mean."

"There– there was a groomer before my– my photoshoot," Lea replies quietly.

"Of all the pets I've had in here, I haven't had many end up with healthy hair from a WRU stylist. Good-looking for the photos, but never healthy. Never mind. We'll do our best to get your hair better now, and I'll give you some things to take away with you that might help. Okay?"

"Yes, Miss Marie." It all makes sense now. Mistress Anita wants her pretty. That's good, that's a good reason. She can breathe now she knows why this is happening.

"Right. Sit back and relax, and I'll tell you when you need to move to style your hair."

Lea obeys, letting her shoulders go lax just like Mistress Anita said might help. It doesn't at first, and then Miss Marie's hands start massaging her scalp and it feels so soft, so nice, the scent of the warm water is so relaxing, it sends her into a kind of trance.

She's not sure how long it is before she feels a hand on her shoulder and jumps.

"It's okay. We need to move over there now, that's all. Come on."

Lea follows Miss Marie over to stand behind a chair in front of a mirror, colour-coded shampoos and conditioners and all manner of hair lotions laid out on the side, along with combs and scissors and anything she could think of for hair. Theo's sitting on a chair beside hers, a gown over his clothes, and although he makes her head hurt she's a bit too dazed to notice properly.

"I have a gown for you, although Anita says you have sensory issues, so let me know if it's too much and I'll find something else."

Lea nods and Miss Marie helps her into the gown. It only touches her skin on her neck and wrists but it's still too much, it itches and there's something about it that's almost painful, she doesn't know why. But she's not going to tell Miss Marie, she doesn't know what'll happen if she does. She can survive it.

Miss Marie looks at her and shakes her head. "That's not okay, is it? Let's just try a towel around your shoulders." Lea takes off the gown and Miss Marie replaces it with a soft towel. That's much better. But– how did she know? Lea's good at this, she knows how to pretend, how did Miss Marie guess? Will she–

"You're still good at it, don't worry. Nobody except another pet would've noticed that, yeah?" Lea nods. "Okay. I'm going to comb your hair while you look through these hairstyles. Pick at least one you like, okay?"

Marie hands Lea a ring-binder and she freezes. There's too many pages in here. How can she make a decision? She's a pet, she's not allowed to make decisions.

"If it helps, Anita approves of all of them." It doesn't help. Well – it lifts the biggest worry that Mistress Anita might disapprove and punish her, although she still could of course, but it doesn't help her make a decision. Marie tugs lightly on her hair as she combs. "Choose a number between one and twenty."

Lea tries to calm her racing heart. "Fifteen, Miss Marie."

"Great. I think Anita said you can read a little, so turn to page fifteen and pick a hairstyle from there."

Lea turns to page fifteen obediently. There's only six pictures here, that's much easier. She considers the options before holding her finger above a photo of a woman with braids, some dyed red and purple.

Marie looks over her shoulder and smiles approvingly. "Very nice. It might take some time to do, so why don't you sit back and just watch. I'll tell you if you need to move your head."

"Yes, Miss Marie."

Beside her, Theo reaches out a hand. Lea takes it, squeezing tight.

"I see my boyfriend's finished Theo's hair. I'm glad you managed to reunite."

Lea's brain stutters to a halt near the start of the first sentence. She knew she and Theo were once bonded, that's not new information, but... Miss Marie has a boyfriend?

"What is it, Lea?"

"You– you have a boyfriend?"

Miss Marie's smile widens. "I do. Love of my life. He used to be a pet too."

"But you– you're a pet. How– how can you have a– a boyfriend?" Lea asks, puzzled. Pets aren't made for relationships with anyone who's not their owners, everyone knows that. They're not capable of it, not like people are.

"Not everything WRU says is true."

"But– but– it is!" protests Lea. She knows it is. That's what she was taught. "They're always– always right, unless Mistress– Mistress Anita or Mistress Indira command– command me otherwise."

Miss Marie looks sad, for some reason. "I used to believe that. Just, if you remember anything from today, Lea, remember that you have a life, despite what WRU has moulded you into. Live it."

Lea nods. She's not sure what to think about that (surely her life only has meaning in relation to her owners?) but it clearly means a lot to Miss Marie. Even so, she pushes it to the back of her mind, not ready to think on it yet.

She sits there as Miss Marie does her hair, half listening to the woman (pet? Lea's not sure how to refer to her) chatter on about her life. Beside her, Theo's having an animated conversation with Miss Marie's boyfriend, the hairdresser signing as Theo alternates between speech and occasional one-handed signs. Lea tries to let go so he can talk properly but he doesn't let her, and she's reluctantly grateful.

Once Lea's hair's finished, Miss Marie takes the towel and Lea stands, approaching Mistress Anita nervously. Mistress Anita grins broadly when she sees her, eyes soft.

"Oh that's much better. You look incredible, sweetheart. Well done on making the decision. Do you feel any better?"

Lea nods. "Yes, mistress."

And to her surprise, she really does. Her head feels lighter, cleaner, she likes the way her hair looks. Not like it did with her handler, there's nothing to remind her of that time now. Mistress Anita likes it. She can feel a kernel of something inside her, something she hasn't felt in... she can't even remember how long.

Something that's maybe a little bit like hope.

[cryptidwritings]

Comfortember #16 : shelter

comfortember masterlist | story masterlist

Content: guard dog whumpee, self-dehumanization, implied pet whump, implied cruelty by past whumper.

...

"Uno? Hello?"

Uno snapped out of his thoughts as a hand waved in front of his face. He blinked, and Charlotte leaned her head to look at him with a small smile that reached her grey eyes.

"W-what? Forgive me..." he stuttered, sitting upright, holding the spoon in his hand. Over time, the feeling of eating at a table had grown on him, but what Charlotte had suggested; even with the way she sweetly smiled and looked up at him with hopeful expectation, made him shut down with nerves.

"It's fine. I was saying that we should go somewhere today," she repeated, leaning a bit forward over her empty plate.

"Somewhere?" He repeated, shifting on the wooden stool, "out?"

She nodded, "yes. Out. What do you say?"

Uno's eyes glazed over, "Yes, my Lady," he said before diving back into his, now cold, soup.

Charlotte stifled a sigh as he regarded her formally, even though she asked him not to. She wasnt even a Lady, not truly, and especially not since the Mill shut down and all the workers left. Besides the bureaucracy of it all, Charlotte wanted Uno to know that he was free of the class-bound obligations he was used to - but maybe that made him uncomfortable, and it was silly of her to feel disappointed.

She left the table and put her dish on the wash cabinet. Before she had begun cleaning up, Uno was beside her with his empty bowl.

"Let me..." he trailed off, gently reaching for her dish.

Charlotte smiled up at him, "Okay. Thank you."

Uno nodded, and Charlotte stepped away, spinning on her toe before walking towards the entryway where she hung a pack that she had repaired multiple times with patches. She rolled a blanket and buckled it to the bottom.

"You should put on an extra layer," she suggested, "it's still cold out."

Uno nodded again and finished cleaning as Charlotte disappeared into her room. Her house was small. It was also, somehow, bright. She decorated with flowers and pieces of fabric she had excitedly admitted she had found in abandoned trunks she discovered on a corner of the road that passed by her mill - A blind corner so sharp that unless you know the area well, could overturn a small carriage and send debris into the surrounding trees.

Uno finished the dishes and wiped his hands on his clothes as Charlotte opened her door and walked out.

Uno looked over his shoulder as she walked towards him to grab her pack, wearing brown boots and tights underneath a wool pinafore with a light pink blousse.

She began to braid her hair, and glanced at him.

Uno quickly looked to the ground and walked to his room, closing the small door behind him before burying his face in his hands. He slumped to the ground and rested his back against the door.

He stretched out a leg, and the sole of his boot hit the opposite wall. Charlotte had built the room after he had expressed discomfort at sleeping in an open space. What once was a back exit was now a small bed with a warm blanket and dried red and yellow flowers hanging from the wall on either side of another piece of artwork she had, for some reason, named after him.

"This is as big as I could make it with the extra wood I can't burn..." She admitted, sadly, "Do you like it?"

At that time, his chest was wound so tight; his vocal chords paralyzed from cold and bruising, that all he could do was fall at her feet and nuzzle against her shoe. It had been weeks before his voice returned, and even after weeks it still felt like knives.

But he was alive. He had a bed, and a room, and it was all because of her. She had chosen to spare him from his previous master's wrath and the consequences of being a useless, and therefore worthless, dog.

So why did she invite him to go? Was she getting tired of him? Was it finally time for her to abandon him? Or was she going to finally treat him like the dog he was? The last thought didn't bother him so much, because it was expected, and because it was her.

"Uno. Are you alright?" She called.

Uno stood readily and pulled on his sweater.

"Yes, Lady Charlotte," he answered, opening his bedroom door.

She smiled at him underneath the hood of her winter cloak that matched her brown hair, and, although he couldn't smile back, he knew that he would do everything in his feeble power to make sure she never stopped.

[lupescx]

giving in and starting my doctor!master/yaz playlist. first up is “putting the dog to sleep” by the antlers. second is “I bet on losing dogs”by mitski. still working on the specifics of the dog metaphor

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan arena beasts/fighters + handler reader. Reader is an average human working at a zoo/shelters abducted and thrown into a life of caring for a galactic tyrant's playthings due to their experience with animals. Not an idea choice for the job, but with everyone who's had the job before being maimed, killed, or worse they were running out of options. Reader does the best with what they're given. They find solitude with the other captives to an extent and some of the more feral creatures remind them of stray cats and dogs they knew back home. They treat those who allow as those same poor creatures out of habit and to cope with their new life. Others are so aggressive they have to be blindfold and sedated to even get close. Reader still tries to comfort them despite the many scratches and bites they receive

A little mix up happens where a warrior meant to fight the big bad of the area had already been slain by the beast. With no alternative, reader gets sent out instead as sacrifice to appease the blood hungry masses. They cower in the corner as the beast's mask is removed, praying their battered body at least gets shipped home so they have a proper burial and their family has some clue to what happened to them. They cast their small dagger away still unable to defend themselves against what they only see as a frightened animal protecting its own skin. The beast lifts them off the ground like a ragdoll holding them high for the crowd to see as its fangs draw from its scarred lips - breaking the band around its wrist that would seal reader's victory.

The beast ties the rope around reader's neck as the announcer declares them victor by default. The crowd boos, but as the beast snaps the neck of one of the guards and throws the limb body into the arena their demands are met. Reader quakes from the sheer disbelief of the whole ordeal, and still being trapped in the beast's arms as it coos. It takes over a dozen guards to get them to separate the two. They try again with another beast reader has care for and the same thing happens. Watching the live footage closely it's clear to experts the skilled fighters allow themselves to get injured to be coddled and tended to by reader. When rations are given they try to feed reader a share of their meals. The number of casualties skyrocket when reader's taken away or new caretakers are introduced. The beasts demand their head pats and ear scratches for their winnings and they want it from one source alone.

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The emperor is quite amused by this revelation. It perfectly masks his paranoia in the case of his pets rising against him for whatever reason and choosing the earthling as their new overlord which few have spoken of in whispers. He's torn between killing them to null his fears and befriending them to puppeteer his pets craftfully from the shadows. He decides on the latter since getting rid of them would only anger his pets. That and it would be so easy to trick the human with his charms. Few can resist the words and body of a king, after all.

"Y/n, darling, it's so good to see you! So glad you could make it. How have things been, hm?"

"I'd like to go home, please."

"Hahaha! Oh, you're so cute with your little jokes! You may enjoy your meal in due time, but I have a favor to ask of you from a friend to a king. In the case of I don't know - my pets slaughtering my entire legion and storming my castle walls to behead me and crown you ruler - would you pretty please ask them to - not do that?"

"That....sounds like it would be out of my hands."

"Right. Changing subject, you are aware I have been topless this whole conversation and my bed is right behind me. Why haven't you attempted to have your way with me by now? Not saying you could - but you can always try."

The emperor upgrades their room to one right next to his, but they hardly sleep there favoring their time caring for the others and because they'd rather stay there than see him in a state of undress on their mattress. The emperor mimics the cooing that gets wounded beasts extra smothering from their handler, but reader mostly ignores him. He grows jealous seeing them fast asleep in a cell kept warm by the body heat of the battle scarred creatures around them. He's been scarred by attempted assassinations in the past - why doesn't he get cuddles too? Combats this jealously by making a royal decree that reader has to sit with him during every battle and on his lap if they wish to stay out of his sight afterwards. Requests for reader's fredom and hand in marriage and when a champion is chosen are banned almost immediately.

[dcmonprncss-old]

Tag Dump Pt. 3

[ 📖 ] homebound au.

[ 📖 ] raised by gumbald au.

[ 📖 ] elise lives au.

[ 📖 ] cn city au.

[ 📖 ] sisters au.

[ 📖 ] single mother au.

[ 📖 ] fnaf au.

[ 📖 ] childhood pet au.

[ 📖 ] two children au.

[ 🐾 ] goofy zombaby.

[ 🐾 ] demonic guard dog.

[ 🐾 ] cute little thief.

[ 🐾 ] creatures of the forest.

[ 🧸 ] my first friend.

[ 🧸 ] friends of old.

[ 🌳 ] guest muse.

[ 💞 ] take care caretaker.

[ 💞 ] when she loved me.

[ 💞 ] all each other got.

[ 💞 ] someone i used to know.

[ 💞 ] puppy love.

[ 💞 ] guardians from the nightosphere.

[ 💞 ] emotional support idiot.

[dcmonprncss-a]

Character & Relationship Tags

[ 🐾 ] goofy zombaby.

[ 🐾 ] demonic guard dog.

[ 🐾 ] cute little thief.

[ 🐾 ] creatures of the forest.

[ 🧸 ] my first friend.

[ 🧸 ] friends of old.

[ 🌳 ] guest muse.

[ 💞 ] take care caretaker.

[ 💞 ] when she loved me.

[ 💞 ] all each other got.

[ 💞 ] someone i used to know.

[ 💞 ] puppy love.

[ 💞 ] guardians from the nightosphere.

[ 💞 ] emotional support idiot.

[kabie-whump]

Different types of pet whumpees?

Because I live in a world of thinking about pet whump 24/7

Toys - Like, the equivalent of those tiny useless dogs that aren't made to do shit except beg for attention (like a bichon frisé). Small and weak but very pretty and they literally just want to be on their owner's lap all the time. They don't mind being dressed up and toted around and showed off to their owner's family. (Ventis for real)

Workers / hunters - They definitely require a more experienced hand than toys. They're encouraged to be intelligent and athletic, which makes them harder to keep in captivity if they decide they don't want to be there anymore. Used as guard dogs, for physical labor, hunting, that sort of thing. They live to feel useful and tend to have no-nonsense personalities.

Retrievers - You all know about the golden retriever boy. Turn him into a pet. That's what we're dealing with. They have a ton of energy and are just genuinely happy to please their owners. They need a ton of interaction and activity though. Great companions for owners who are willing to give that much time and energy to their companion.

And then there's the issue of like,,, what happens if an owner gets the wrong type of pet whumpee? Like getting a worker and trying to treat them like a toy? Or forcing a toy to run around in the mud and play fetch for hours? Recipe for disaster.

AND. What about when someone rescues a pet whumpee from their owner and tries to get them to act like a person again? Do toys struggle to dress themselves? Do workers feel worthless without a job to do? Do retrievers shower their caretaker with affection only to get what they perceive to be the cold shoulder?

Anyway rant over for now thank you.

@sowhumpshaped I want you to see this in particular

[2frosty4you]

Hiii! If reqs are open, can I request for all the mercs finding out teen merc reader grew up with very neglectful parents, and is basically a mother to her younger siblings? The only reason she even took up a job as a mercenary is so she can pay the bills for her little brothers and sisters, since her parents are too busy using their money on drugs:/

Mercs find out teen!reader takes sole care of her siblings [Platonic

| All mercs x GN!Reader Platonic | 826 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Hardest thing about this was actually getting a name for it :cry:

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Scout

✧ He says he relates, but in reality he doesn't. His family was filled with successful boys (fatherless) and his mother who they all loved. He sent his paychecks to her every time.

✧ When you explained that you had to take care of your siblings from a younger age over the campfire he became quiet.

✧ Doesn't make a joke, but the awkward air was getting to him.

"so.. how many siblings ya got?"

✧ He only says this to break the ice

✧ After a while he understands why you're always on calls with people, always away on ceasefire and always take any off days you can get (hardly any)

Soldier

"AN AMERICAN CARETAKER SHOULD NOT INTAKE DRUGS FROM THE FRENCH!!"

✧ He's trying, but not hard enough

✧ He offers you one of his extra helmets and his raccoons. He cares for you like a strange rabid dog you found on the street.

✧ Shares his food with you, gives his loyalty to your brothers and sisters with a goofy salute.

✧ Don’t let him meet your siblings unless you want him to get them to dig a trench around your house

Pyro

".. mph?"

✧ They don't understand why your parents aren't using their own money.

✧ They don't understand a lot of what you explained

✧ They'll begin to offer any candies they have to you, not like they weren't already. Protects you a lot on the battlefield and draws pictures for you and your siblings (mostly balloonicorn) 

✧ Would like to meet your siblings though, they've got plushies to share 100%

Heavy

✧ He pats you on the back and nods, he didn't need to mother/father a group of kids but having no father made his family's life harder.

✧ Teaches you some night hearty meals that could feed a battalion

✧ Also teaches you self defense, even if you know it already it's never enough (heavy tells you that like :nerd: )

✧ Also makes you sit and have some time to yourself, he's your 'father' now. No ifs, buts or whys

Engineer

"pardon."

✧ He says, frying pan in hand as he was cooking breakfast. Staring at you like he was going to kill a set of parents.

✧ Tries to keep you safer on the battlefield, not wanting you to suffer more than your family has done to you.

✧ Teaches you to cook, like heavy 

✧ Cooks breakfast for you first, and when you have a rough time its 100% only you getting proper meal.

✧ Will drive you to your family's house, and stand there like a guard as you let him meet your brothers.

✧ Probably would build little contraptions for them and help tutor them.

✧ Loves you like family, including your siblings (not your parents, not at all)

Demoman

✧ He's drunk when you tell him this, he raises his bottle and spits out

"aye, fuck ya parents"

✧ He passes out immediately

✧ If he's sober when you mention it again he's going to be more caring(slightly) and since hes always at least tipsy he'll offer you his bombs like a drug dealer.

✧ If you say yes he'll blow up them and their crackhouse.

✧ Is on the fence about meeting your siblings, he doesn't really want your brothers seeing a drunk, half-blind Scot stumbling around.

Medic

✧ His eye twitches, a large insane smile on his face as he turns to you while having his elbows deep in the corpse of the enemy heavy.

"Did I mishear you?"

✧ He removes his hands from the corpse and comes over to you shaking you like crazy. Ranting about how a teenager shouldn't be caring for small children and asking if you had symptoms for any mental issues.

✧ He's insane, I'm not gonna sugar coat it.

✧ But he is smart and teaches you how to do some basic first aid

'no medic I'm not going to remove any appendices please stop cutting into scout'

✧ Wants to meet your sisters, offers them to play with his birds and offers up some plushies

'MEDIC DON'T GIVE THEM SYRINGES' 'and PLEASE put away the baboon heart'

Sniper

✧ Asks for you to repeat what you muttered and then offers to 'get rid' of your parents (sniper put down the rifle.. and the jarate)

✧ Drives you back and to your family home, is uncomfortable around small children so he's going to 100% either stay in his truck or be leaning against it the whole time.

✧ Don't worry he didn't bring any jarate with him.. Just don't check the truck (please) 

✧ But if he mentions taking care of birds your siblings demand to see them, so they get along well

Spy

✧ He will assassinate them, won't tell you, but it'll be suspicious when your mother dies from an overdoses while having and obvious bullet hole through her chest

✧ Look, he wasn't a father to scout but he'll be a father for you. Better than your last father at least, and a little better than he was to scout.

✧ Teach your siblings french 100%, you won't know until they start speaking it and you're left dumbfounded.

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Posted 1.03.2024 if you see any typos or anything pls tell me!!

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Lucifer who falls for a hell born reader who’s maybe a hell hound who works at the hotel for free as long as she’s helping; hcs please.

I don't watch Helluva Boss but I do have a vague understanding of Hellhounds in this universe so... I'll try my best :) Again I altered the idea a little bit but I hope you still like it.

Edit: The note is outdated as now I do watch Helluva Boss. It's good, ignore past me.

Yandere! Lucifer with Hellhound! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Unhealthy power dynamic, Manipulation, Degrading behavior (You're called a good girl due to being a Hound, idk if it counts), Possessive/Protective behavior, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Possible kidnapping, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Alright, according to my research, Hellhounds are Hellborn who rank under Imps.

They are bottom of the ladder Demons who are used for labor, pets, or guards of some sort.

Hellborn are unable to be redeemed, as a result they don't typically bother with the Hotel.

However... Here's my idea.

You were originally some sort of nanny or guard for Charlie.

Either Lucifer or Lilith had appointed you, a Hellhound, to care for Charlie when they can't.

This resulted in you staying at the Hotel with Charlie.

The Hotel is a home to you, plus you care for Charlie and help in any way you can.

Lucifer's obsession wouldn't start until he visits the Hotel.

He knows about you, the Hellhound that was taken in because his daughter saw you and got so damn excited.

You had no home, so Charlie's parents allowed you in.

You were so nice with his little girl.

You were an adult female Hellhound who left the Gluttony Ring to find a job in the Pride Ring.

Upon being offered the job of guard and caretaker by Lucifer/Lilith, you take it gratefully.

Since then you'd been caring for Charlie, a loyal servant and guard dog.

The last time Lucifer saw you was when Lilith took Charlie.

Being the ever loyal hound you were, you followed them obediently and left Lucifer alone.

When Lucifer enters the Hotel, he is surprised to be greeted by you.

You're surprised to see him and smell his familiar scent, but you bow and lead him inside.

It... caused Lucifer to smile upon realizing someone does still care.

"There's no need for the bow, girl... we can be casual. Now, how's Charlie? Been treating her well?"

Lucifer wasn't expecting to be so happy when seeing you again.

Maybe it's the depression and the fact his wife left him.

For some reason... he feels a bit attached to you.

Even more so when he sees how loyal you are toward Charlie, often protecting her and receiving pats on your head.

It feels a bit strange for him... but he does think he's falling in love again in some way.

Lucifer probably just yearns for companionship of any kind.

Be that platonic love or romantic love.

You've always been such a big help for him and his family since they took you in.

I mean... you already parent Charlie more than him at times.

Lucifer is noticeably awkward when he tries to reconnect and speak with anyone in the Hotel.

However, he seems to talk fine with you for the most part, often asking about Charlie and how you've been throughout the years, you got your Hellbies shot, right?

Lucifer has trouble understanding his feelings towards you, he may even be a bit delusional.

Yet... he seems rather intent on getting closer to you since he entered the Hotel.

Now, here's where I'm just going to talk little HCs of Lucifer with a Hellhound! Darling.

He definitely would call you a "good girl".

That along with petting you or calling you into his lap.

Lucifer would give you a kiss on the forehead and often just likes holding you to feel your soft fur.

I imagine he's possessive of your attention at times due to feeling neglected by those he loves.

Lucifer may make you rubber duckies as gifts.

He's also asking about you with Charlie since he thinks out of anyone Charlie knows you best.

Definitely thinks you also love him just as much, even if you just see him as a master or some sort more than a partner.

If he's jealous or irritated with something, you calm him down by jumping in his lap and licking his face.

It shocks him for a moment, even if he knows that's just how Hellhounds show affection, but soon it just melts him.

I prefer a dubious pairing in this, but you can see him with a Hellhound darling in either way as you're a guard to Charlie.

He may also be protective since you're such a precious person to him.

With Lucifer... he plans to not make you feel like you're low on Hell's hierarchy.

You're not just a peasant to him.

You're his Hellhound, his good girl who has always been loyal...

Unlike others he's loved....

You aren't a pet to him, although some Hellhounds are often seen that way.

You're someone he sees as family of some kind, you make him and his daughter happy.

You always have...

Which is why he doesn't like the idea of letting you go.

You're loyal to Charlie but respect Lucifer.

Loyal to the point of never leaving the Hotel...

But... what if he ordered you to?

What if he asked Charlie to let him borrow you for company.

He promises you it's okay to part from Charlie for a bit.

He'll return you to the Hotel in due time (He won't).

Lucifer doesn't want to be alone again right now...

You'll be a good girl and listen to your master, yeah?

"The pets feel nice, don't they? There's my loyal girl... missed you so much...! Don't worry about Charlie, she's a big girl now. You've done your part. Just worry about me... alright? Don't need you to go back to the Hotel right now... just need you here with me!"

[heizours]

WOUNDED SCARS

summary. seeing you severely injured and badly hurt after doing a commission (requested)

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. usage of call signs, many mentions of blood / bleeding, mentions of (reader) collapsing and getting hit, hostage tendencies, mentions / thoughts of reader dying, mentions of torture / possible murder, slight possessive behavior, (reader) was refered as a glass in itto's part

feat. itto, diluc, xiao, aether, pantalone

note. reader doesn’t get hurt from a commission but an enemy of the fatui in pantalone’s part

ITTO.

He freaks out, freaks out too much that he isn't even bothered that he's making a whole scene because of it.

His usual playful and jolly persona will disappear in an instant, and for once he holds a concern and serious expression on his face.

Any person that would be passing by him will have their guard up, because it’s one of the first times they have seen the oni, so serious which is rare to see from him.

According to Shinobu, the reason you were late and wouldn’t be able to attend the date he had arranged for you at the moment, was you just came back from a commission which unexpectedly gave you major injuries and was the reason you were at the edge of losing too much blood.

As she continued to inform him of your whereabouts and your condition, the dread feeling in his stomach continued to drop, that he had to stop shinobu from continuing further, as just hearing from her that you got hurt already does a big damage to him.

What more if he sees you, with his own eyes?

After Genta told him where you're currently resting, he didn't waste a second going to you as he practically ditches everything in his way.

I hope you don’t mind a clingy oni next to your side because, do you expect the arataki itto to leave you after this? The answer was evident that it’s a no, he will stay with you until you have finally recovered from the current events and not even you could stop himself from doing so.

He would be very protective of you, afraid that you will leave his sight any second, like he's some sort of guard dog. Every person that's going to talk to you will have to be 6 feet away whether they like it or not, and if they get too close from his liking? Perhaps, you better grab his arm before he pounces on them .

He tries to hide the fact that he is worried about you and would instead tease you with playful remarks to make you smile or laugh, but on the matter of how he takes care of you gently like you're a piece of glass says a lot more than he is.

Once he sees it with his own eyes that you’re recovering, you would have to convinced him to stop the act of scaring and driving away the people who goes near you, as you assure him that they don’t mean any harm and are different from the ones who had attacked you.

Itto sheepishly apologized for being a little overbearing during the time you were recovering after being scolded by you, while embarrassingly stuttering out that he just doesn’t want you to experience the same scenario again.

If you ever try to do another commission again, then i hope you're also expecting for Itto to join you and he will not take a rejection as an answer.

"Hey babe where are ya going? Huh go where? Let me go with you! What me? worried? Psh, Of course I’m worried!”

DILUC.

He freezes the moment a caretaker from the winery entered his office in a distressed state, to tell him that you're currently being treated in the bedroom the both of you shared.

The atmosphere in the room completely drops. He could feel the anger already bubbling inside him which is directly not at you but to the culprits who even dared to do this to you.

What would the citizens react if they find out that the darknight hero they shower with praises, failed to protect that one person that is important to him?

The caretaker explained that after successfully completing a commission, you had unexpectedly met a bunch of fatui agents on your way who took noticed that you were Diluc's siginificant other, and knowing that your lover has a rocky relationship with them, they decided or tried to take you with them, which resulted of you getting minor injuries from them that was still enough to leave you bleeding.

If the caretakes wasn't outside of the winery while visiting the vineyard, you could have collapsed before you could have reached the door.

Every word that leaves from them, continues to fuel the bitter taste in his mouth, as his fingers continued to dig into the fabric of his gloves from clenching his fist too tight. It seems that time has stopped all around him, as he could feel the sharp intake of his breath shaking before standing up from the chair he was sitting, not even caring if it had dropped to the ground.

He wasted no time running and slamming the door open, which startled the maids who were tending to your wounds, and you who was instructed to lay down while they do the rest of the work.

Noticing that the two of you needed some privacy, the maids left the room without a word and closed the door, leaving Diluc still frozen in his position.

He stood there as he scanned your inflicted body who was displayed in front of him, and back to your face who would let out a pain wince when the wounds that were dabbed would inflict a discomfort on you, while multiple thoughts were racing through his mind.

How could he be this careless? would he lose you too? after giving in once again to love, will this be the consequences he’ll have to suffer?

Every step he took, he could feel them dropping to the ground but who is he to care about it at the moment? Your words of assurance that you’re okay, falls deaf on his ears as he refuses to believe that you are.

He knows you too well, that no matter how much you convince him that you're okay, it wasn't the same. His beloved, his only exception in all the seven nations is in pain because of his carelessness.

He sat at the side of the bed you're in and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug, placing a gentle hand on the back of you're head.

No words were spoken as his warmth continued to envelope the both you, and as every second is passing by, he never intended to let you go, as if he was scared that you will disappear just like the wind.

He closed his eyes in relief, dropping his head on your shoulder and didn't even noticed he had shed a tear from his eye.

He swears in the name of the archons, that after all this fiasco is over he would do everything in his power to punish those scums who had disgracefully did this to you, and there’s no escaping from it.

"..Beloved, how are you feeling? You’re safe here, don’t worry. I won’t let them harm you again, not on my watch"

XIAO.

The grip he has on his polearm tightens that it could potentially be broken after being informed by Smiley that Verr Goldet is treating you in one of the spare rooms of the inn.

The chef explained that you came back bleeding from a commission which caused a great shock when the boss of the inn had caught sight of you.

The bleeding couldn’t be stopped so verr goldet had to fetch a first aid before ushering you to follow her, while instructing the chef who was currently off from his duties to look for Xiao and inform him of your condition.

The yaksha has to physically restrain himself from crashing the polearm in his hands as Smiley continued to tell him that a group of treasure horders tried to rob you after doing the commission and if you didn't have enough strength to fight them off, you could have also been brought as a hostage.

Numeral possibilities began to cloud his mind, and it was not helping that they were all made out of negativity, as he was losing every ounce of his patience left from going on a search for that hoarders that tried to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state.

How could this happen? he was always there to be your protector, a vow that he swore to himself whenever you’re in danger, so why did this happen? 

Why didn’t you call his name? at that time, were you thinking that it will be your last breath? is that why? because you didn��t want him to experience holding your lifeless body in his arms?

He didn’t even waste a single second teleporting to your door after the chef gave him the go-signal to visit you, and just to his luck it was the same exact moment that Verr Goldet had left the room with multiple cottons that has patches of blood on it, on the first aid in her hands.

Verr Goldet could see the evident concern and worry on Xiao's face which was a rare behavior from him, so to ease his worries the lady approached him and informed the yaksha that your wounds are already patched up. It might take some time for some of the injuries to heal, so the least thing he could do right now is to monitor the said wounds, if it's causing you further discomfort.

It didn't take too long for the lady of the Inn to fled from the scene, leaving Xiao on his own who still didn't dare to enter the room, as he was too afraid to touch you that even a single finger could be the continuous cause of your pain.

He hesitantly slid the door to open, and there found you buried in the blanket of the futon as the yaksha freezes in his position, cautiously checking if the sound he was making is disturbing you. The steady circulation of your breathing could be seen from the corner of his eye, but it wasn't enough to ease his worries.

Knowing that he had mastered the ability of staying quiet, he soon finds himself standing over your figure, while carefully searching for any expression on your face to tell him if one of the wounds are acting up to give you any displeasure.

After monitoring that you were doing okay at the moment, the heavy weight that he has been carrying on his shoulders were lifted up, as Xiao let out a shaky sigh of relief and his knees gave up on the floor beside the futon you’re laying on.

Words are not enough to describe how terrified he was and how his world stopped moving for a moment after the words had reached his ears that you were hurt, that he could have almost lost you then and there if not for your strong will to go back home to him.

He’s no stranger to loss, he had experienced this same feeling many years ago after losing his known family because of the karmic debt, but for some reason he was saved by the geo archon himself, and up until now he continued to question that why of all people, why was he saved from his suffering? what is his purpose?

Xiao was engrossed by the thoughts that are plaguing his mind, not until he turned back to look at your sleeping form just to check if you’re peace isn’t being interrupted, and at that moment, that exact time, there was the answer he has been looking for, it was right in front of him all this time.

It was you, you were the answer. He was born to meet you, he was saved to protect you and he was saved to love you.

Xiao lifted his hand to caress your face, and you subconsciously reacted to it, as you leaned your face into his hand, and as much as he wants to search for the treasure hoarders that even dared to scratch the only person he puts effort in, he doesn’t pay attention to it at the moment since he prefers to not be separated with you for a second, fearing that your condition will get worse if he leaves your side.

It was a naive move for this hoarders, who even thought that they would not be punished because of their actions, and it was also naive of them to think that there is nobody who’s brave enough to face them. However, all those pride and bravery will be gone in an instant, once xiao has set his eyes on them.

For now, they may move freely wherever they please but the moment he could put his emotions and mind in peace after seeing a good progress from your recovery, he would not hesitate to tear every inch of teyvat looking for the hoarders.

“..Please, call my name next time. No matter how many times you call it, I will always be a second earlier to it”

AETHER.

The panic flashes through his eyes, as he tried to keep his emotions and thoughts in check, but failed to do so because he couldn’t bear to see you suffer any longer.

The both of you were just trying to finish the last commission for the day by finishing this hilichurl camp near springvale, and because you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings, you didn’t notice the mitachurl making its way towards you.

It was even too late for aether to notice or at least warn you, that it intentionally hit you on the head with its shield, causing you to collapse on the spot because of the impact.

Only then that the blond was aware of your situation when he heard the panicked screams from paimon, as she desperately flew towards you and tried to wake you up while the creature continues to advance near the both of you.

At that moment, Aether's whole body was paralyzed from the shock and fear that had struck him, as he tried to scream your name, but nothing came out of it. the words were stuck in his throat and all he could do was desperately watch the scene in front of him.

He’s not one to lose his composure completely, but all it took for him to lose it was the mitachurl continuing to take advantage of your vulnerable state as his tiny companion never once left you, and instead hid on the side of your neck as she was on the verge of tears because of your unconsciousness.

In a flash, the said creature was put to rest in aether’s hands as his anger had gotten way ahead of him. He was shaking, and the sword in his hand dropped to the ground creating a clattering sound as he grits in teeth in frustration for carelessly letting that creature harm you.

Mondstadt’s honorary knight? What's the point of holding a title like this, and being showered by constant encouragements from the citizens, when he couldn’t even protect his lover? 

Whispering thoughts of discouragement began to torment his mind, as they began to chant that he isn’t strong enough, that he’s the reason why you’re in this state, that- all those voices vanished in an instant with Paimon's desperate voice overpowering them.

The little mascot was shaking his shoulders vigorously with tear stains on the corner of her eyes, as she shouted at him that they need to bring you to the cathedral now where barbara could help you, and that there wasn’t anytime to waste.

Aether’s feet moved in auto-pilot as he carried you to ride on his back, gripping your legs firmly before making a run for it, while ignoring to catch his breath with paimon flying by his side. screw everything, the only thing racing through his mind right now, is to get you help and the treatment you need.

He can’t lose you, not when he already got separated from his twin

The knights that were on duty to stand guard at the gates of the city, didn’t hesitate to sprang into action after seeing their honorary knight’s desperate and distressed state. The other went to fetch the healers and barbara, while the other assisted by making way for the three of you, as the citizens in mondstadt were left to witness the scene with confused yet terrified expressions.

The blond arrived at the cathedral as he continued to ignore the burning feeling in his lungs, too engrossed and desperate for you to be treated immediately instead.

As Barbara and a knight assisted the both of you to enter the establishment, Aether fell on his knees with a loud thud as the traveler took deep heavy breathes from running while looking at your disappearing form entering the doors of the cathedral.

Before the hydro vision wielder could follow your unconscious body that was being carried by the knight, she felt a desperate hand tugging her back and when she turned to look at the culprit, there she saw Aether on his knees, a few droplets of his tears threatening to fall from the corner of his eye, as the hopelessness in his voice begged her to do everything she could do, to heal and save you.

The deaconess couldn’t help but feel bad for her dear friend, as she patted his shoulder to assure him that you will be alright, and you would recover in no time because you’re in good hands. thus, those were the last words Aether had heard before Barbara turned her back on him, as she proceeded to prepare to heal you with the abilities she has got.

Aether didn’t dared to move from his position despite hearing the pleas and protests from the other knights who had caught wind of the situation, as the only thing swimming in his mind right now, is you and your safety. It continued to be like that, until someone had to at least bring him something to seat on if he’s planning to be waiting for the process to be finished.

He was a complete mess which was something rare to be seen from Paimon's perspective, and despite the aching feeling that the both of them continued to feel, the little mascot still didn’t hesitate to throw in a few words of moral support to the traveler.

Sooner or later, the sound of the doors of the cathedral caught Aether's attention, which caused the blond to stand up from his seat, who was impatiently awaiting for barbara’s response if the process had gone well or could have gone worse, but after seeing the successful and relief look painted on the deaconess’ face, all the big weight that his whole body was carrying have been lifted as if he could breathe again.

It didn’t take too long for aether to enter the cathedral’s infirmary, as he was granted by barbara’s full permission to do so, who had taken pity for the blond and yourself.

As he quietly opened the door, he saw you still in a deep slumber as barbara informed him that you will need to take some nap at the moment, since the hit from the shield was a bit harder than intended.

He gently seated on the side of your bed, watching the fall and rise of your chest, as he scans the bandages that were carefully wrapped around your head, were the bruise was located. he was about to reluctantly touch it but backed up the last minute, as he was too terrified to unintentionally hurt you even more and worse, could interrupt your rest.

Aether held your hands with his, as he placed a chaste kiss on top of it while caressing it gently as he could. the blond soon closed his eyes in relief, letting himself shed the tears he has been holding back for a while now.

If he was only aware of what’s happening around him then this should have never happened, but you’re still here, breathing and alive for him, isn’t it?

Aether may have committed the mistake of not being able to protect you, but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to commit the same mistake again, because he’s going to make sure that not even a single finger would harm you, never again.

“Seeing you like this....because of me— it breaks my heart. Rest assured, I won’t let you experience the same thing again”

PANTALONE.

His smile falters the moment the fatui agents from his divison, entered his office in a nervous and cautious state, to inform him that an enemy of the organization had ambushed you, after knowing that you were the harbinger’s significant other.

The temperature in his room completely drops, as he demanded them to let him see the clearer picture, and no it wasn’t the tone of his voice that made the agents start to shake in their boots, it was also not the pen that he was holding for signing the papers in front of him, that he had snapped in an instant after your name had left their mouth, but it was the continuous smile that he continues to wear, like he isn’t even affected at all.

But behind the facade he puts up for the public, do not be betrayed by his expressions, because deep down he’s actually more affected than you think, and just the thought of someone even daring to touch his precious gem, and leaving their trace on you had made him more livid than he had imagine.

The fatui agents began to push at each other on who should open their mouth, knowing that pantalone doesn’t like to wait especially if it’s about you on the line. The longer they continue to argue who should do it, the shorter the regrator’s patience is running thin from their childish shenanigans.

He absolutely doesn’t have the time for this, as countless thoughts began to stir up in his mind. what if you’re looking for his comfort and assurance right now? what if you’re injuries aren’t being treated yet? what if you think that he doesn’t care at all? what if he loses you before he could even see your condition?

Pantalone clicked his tongue in annoyance and frustration as he raised his voice at them, clearly demanding an explanation before the bubbling anger bursts inside him, which only happens during once a blue moon. His voice alone stopped the dispute between the agents in front of him, as one of them finally decided to took the bait and explain the situation to the harbinger.

Every word that leaves from the agent continued to fuel Pantalone's anger and bloodthirst that was a rare sight to see from him, as he could feel his knuckles underneath the exquisite gloves he wore, started turning white from the pressure of clenching his fist, while trying to put up with the forced smile up on his face.

How dare this people touch you? how dare they even consider that going for his lover, is a great idea? how dare they think they could get away with this?

There’s nothing more than he wants to do about this low lives but to capture and torture them right away, but knowing that you’re probably shaken up and is in need of his presence right now, he decided to set aside those thoughts for now.

As soon as the agent’s explanation had come to an end, the current of the air around the room was completely tense and suffocative, that even the fatui agents standing in front of Pantalone could feel the weighing pressure.

The beat was quiet for a few moments before the man tried to calmly spoke, as he desperately tries to calm himself down from the burning wrath that is boiling inside him, while trying to make his instructions clear to them.

A few minutes has passed by after the confrontation when the fatui agents didn’t wasted a millisecond bringing the ninth to where you are right now, and each step he takes continues to increase the uneasiness pooling inside of him, which was not a common emotion he always show.

The journey to where you’re being assisted and treated at the moment, didn’t take much time as pantalone soon finds himself standing in front of your door, while the agents left him to do some “business” the man gave them before leaving his office.

Pantalone raised his hand which was oddly shaking and reached the door knob to open it slowly, only to find you in a terrified and panicked state, while the healers around you tried to ease your worries, which are what they were doing until all of them stood up professionally before politely exiting the room after seeing the regrator behind the door.

A wave of confusion hits you when they all left the room immediately one by one, until you turned your back and found your lover staring right into your soul, with an unknown emotion painted on his face. Pantalone's posture was too tense, as his eyes carefully and closely dart over you, while looking for the said injuries that the suspect had gave you before looking back at your face.

He took a step towards you, looking for any signs if you don’t want him to go further, but after seeing the encouraging look on your face, he took hurried steps, until he was kneeling in front of you while clasping his hands with yours.

Pantalone touched the side of your face with the back of his hand, as the tear stains in your eyes could still be seen, before he cups your face into his hands as he gently demanded if you have any idea who did this to you, and if you remember at least one of them, but after shaking your head and barely whispering that you just don’t want him to leave you right now, he decided to not question it any further.

He stood up from the floor and soon sat beside you, as he swiftly grabbed your waist and putted you on his lap, as he gave you the opportunity of letting you burry your head on his chest, while his arms enveloped around you like a protective shield before putting a desperate kiss on the top of your head.

Pantalone couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you tighter but not tight enough to make you uncomfortable as you peacefully lay in his arms. All the stress and headache that he was feeling, were all gone after bringing you back in his open arms, as if you were his only medicine that could genuinely calm him done in this land.

As for the said enemy who was the main cause why you’re in this condition, he would let them run away for now, giving them the chance to think that the fatui would not be able to find them. But let it be a reminder, that once he had gathered the intel that he needs before capturing them, he would not give them a chance to even breathe the same air as you.

In the name of his majesty’s Tsaritsa, he would not let this same scenario happen again, he would not let you be harmed again, he would not let the only thing, that’s keeping him in check be taken away from him by some low lives and for those people who are responsible for this, would be met with a severe punishment from him.

And no, he doesn’t care if the expensive and ravishing clothes he’s wearing would be tainted by their blood, he’s not the wealthiest out of the harbingers isn’t it? He could easily replaced those with a chunk of cash.

They may have thought that they could escape from someone as him, but their judgement was wrong when they will soon find themselves trap in a cage like a helpless bird, once they are in his control and territory.

One thing's for sure, and that is they should have known better than to underestimate Pantalone’s wrath.

“Shh my treasure, it’s okay. I’m here, and I don’t plan to leave any sooner. Would you like anything while you’re on bed rest?”