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phyrestartr · 9 months

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Happy Place (HOUND) (Miguel x M!Reader)

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 3 of HOUND | w/c 3.8k

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, hurt and comfort, it's fluffy in the end, bussy loading lmao

Note: Genuinely had a really fun time writing this!! Was not really planned, but I cannot resist the idea of reader being a big softie towards people he kind of gives a shit about :sob: some angst, some miscommunication, and some good ol' FUCKIN'. Hope you like it! I have an idea for another part, but idk when/if I write it u-u we shall see.

You started behaving differently around him. Miguel rationalized it was just because of the sex–you’d suddenly found a new resource in your “owner,” and so started looking to him to find it, to get a piece of something you’d been without for a long, long time.

But primal instincts suggested something else; you didn’t just look at him like a fuck doll, you looked at him with soft eyes, slow blinks, and gentle patience. Normally, in those hellish meetings you were dragged to, you would stare straight ahead, listening to everything, but not giving away thoughts or opinions. And now?

Whenever Miguel glanced your way, he found you watching him, eyes half-lidded and lovey. The scientist forced himself to look away. He rubbed his mouth, trying to pet away the embarrassment (and will away any uncouth thoughts). Miguel liked the change, of course, but it had to be investigated.

He brought you to Lyla to get some tests done. She was all too happy to see you, calling you a “good dog” and her “best boy” to which you merely huffed and smirked smugly because, yeah, you knew you were the best mutant puppy they had.

“So? To what do I owe the honour of seeing my favourite guy?” Lyla asked as she reached up to fluff up your hair. You bowed your head like a dire wolf leaning in to let a chihuahua preen.

Miguel crossed his arms, equally enamored with your gentility as he was perplexed by it. “He’s different. Less strict and serious, more…” Miguel pursed his lips when a faint grunt of approval boomed in your chest as Lyla scritched a particularly good spot. “That. This. Whatever this is.”

“Awe, come on, he’s just a big puppy. That’s what we made them to be, right? Not a big deal.” But Miguel didn’t buy it. Still, he knew Lyla wouldn’t so easily dismiss his claims, either. “Anything change with you, big guy?”

“Sex,” You answered.

Miguel rubbed his face with a groan. “I–you–”

“Wow, getting in the freak seat, huh, Miguel?” Lyla teased. “Sex puts anyone in a good mood.”

“This isn’t just a good mood. It’s a complete 180.” His hand dropped from his face to gesture towards the teddy bear. “Look at him. He doesn’t do this. What if it becomes a problem?”

“Actually, his cortisol levels’ve been down since he got back to watching you,” Lyla argued, suddenly a tinge more serious. She glanced your way, and her expression shifted just the slightest bit before returning to Miguel. “Really don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“You don’t think?”

“Pal, buddy, come on–”

“Please, just–just run tests. Just check.” Echoes of snarling mouths rippled to the forefront of his mind. His palms began to sweat. “I need you to check.”

She must have understood.

Lyla agreed, and assigned Miguel with a temporary HOUND escort. While it was humiliating to need a babysitter around the clock, Miguel couldn’t go without one–every blind corner, every door sitting sealed sent his heart into a panic, made him want to curl into himself and disappear. Having a superhuman by his side was the only thing that gave him some sense of comfort.

Miguel paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. He glimpsed your back turned to him as Lyla dutifully prepared for the examination.

“When do I get him back?” Miguel asked, like he didn’t just demand Lyla take him.

The woman in question shrugged. “Eh. Dunno. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Probably less than that. If there’s a problem, I’ll keep him longer.”

Oh. Miguel didn’t like that.

–

You came back about an hour later, tagging out your substitute and finally, finally, taking up your spot by the door. Miguel’s shoulders relaxed with the buzzing in his mind. Things were okay again.

“So?” Miguel asked, pulling himself up from his desk to saunter towards you. “Anything?”

You glanced his way with a familiar, stony set to your stare. “Not much.”

“Really.” He could tell you’d snapped out of whatever lovey dovey daze you’d gotten stuck in, though. Your body wasn’t so open anymore, what with your arms crossed and eyes simmered down into burnt-out coal. “You expect me to believe that?”

You didn’t answer. But your silence said enough.

–

Things went back to normal. You remained distant and far off, but attentive and responsive to Miguel’s needs and wants; you stood closer to him if his stress peaked, you never left his line of sight, you fucked him if he beckoned you to the bed. You reset back into the dog you used to be.

Miguel didn’t like it. He’d taken you to Lyla to see if something was wrong with you, if you were going to break and snap, turning into the thing that’d tried to kill the both of you. He didn’t want you to reset. He didn’t want you pulling away.

–

The undead were slowing down. Another winter had hit, and it hit hard, knocking out the city’s electricity and tearing down power lines. But it’d frozen the dead, rendered their bodies useless and slow in the frigid streets of New York.

It made capturing specimens easier and faster for the HOUNDs, just as it made extermination easier for the military as they scrambled to secure a quadrant of the city before winter passed into spring. All reports suggested the reclamation efforts were going well with few accidents and even less resistance from each point of interest hit. The amount of hideaways and survivor camps were astonishing as well, all tucked away into the tops of skyscrapers or underground in the darkness of parking lots. Civilians were truly incredible.

But the HOUNDs were working double time, hardly having ample opportunity to shut their eyes before being requested again and again and again–there was always a building that needed to be cleared, a squadron that needed to be found, civilian colonies that needed to be relocated, and your sort was best suited for it all.

Thankfully for you, retrieval efforts took a brief pause after a 99% clearance was announced, and the military began construction for official sector lockdown. Finally, there would be a safe space for the public to exist in, sealed off from the rest of the decaying, hungry world.

And you would get a break. A chance to let the frostbite heal, to get shot up with painkillers, and bask in the synthetic warmth of Alchemax. Or, they’d kill you and let you rest forever if your test results came back as troublesome or unpromising. God, you hoped you were still promising.

You’d done your best, shoved away the shreds of affection you felt for your keeper to maintain focus and keep worried eyes away from you. Your mind was clear. You felt fine. You really did. But they were human, and they were scared of what they created (what else is new), even though they depended on you and your ilk so heavily for safety, and for the most dangerous of missions.

The sort of missions that had some of your kind put down after abnormalities, consistent with the incident several months ago, were detected in their DNA. The sort of missions that gave some of your kind the chance to make a run for it out in the field, daring the outside world in favour of living as a slave to Alchemax. You could understand it. You could sympathize, even; freedom was a beautiful idea, but with the world in such a state, the confines of your prison promised more freedom than the wildlands of the old world.

Idiots. Every single one of them.

The truck jostled you back to consciousness. The pounding in your head worsened, the pressure in your sinuses amplified, and your will to go on slowly withered away. But, thank whatever was left of God, you were almost back to Alchemax. Almost home.

You wished you could collapse into Miguel’s bed beside him and sleep it all off, but that uncomfortable panic your soft side threw him into wasn’t acceptable. You didn’t understand it, but you weren’t going to fight it. There wasn’t any point.

–

Miguel awoke to you standing by his door, arms crossed, back against the wall, and head bowed as you quietly snoozed. Normally, you didn't sleep on the job. Normally, you didn't look like shit either, though; you had a mask of sorts covering the bottom half of your face, probably one equipped with an air purifier to keep illness away from the rest of the building, and your skin lost its natural light to it, accentuating the deep crescents of shadows under your eyes.

He needs rest. That was the first thought in his mind, and the one that got him up and out of bed to get you. He expected a fight, honestly, but you were easily guided to where Miguel led you in your hardly-conscious state.

“‘M fine,” you grumbled, brows furrowing and weak hands lamely trying to free yourself from Miguel's touch.

“You need to lay down.” And somehow, he made it happen. Miguel got you in the bed and pulled off your boots before settling back down himself. It was strange, he realized, how he felt safe with you simply sleeping beside him, and sharing your warmth with him. Maybe he didn't need you to stand guard and sacrifice sleep for his sake anymore.

–

Miguel didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, but waking up pressed into the warmth of your too-big frame was a welcome surprise. Your limbs were tangled all around him, your legs threading through his, your arms draped around him, your nose pressed into his mess of chestnut hair while deep, rumbly purrs rolled against his back. Your claws were out, too, every now and again gently kneading against his chest and stomach when happy dreams danced through your mind.

It was when you let out a grumpy growl that Miguel smiled. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to carefully, slowly, turn in your arms, avoiding getting nicked and waking you up just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping face. Miguel settled back in, feeling you adjust and watching your brows furrow the slightest bit while you unknowingly made accommodations for him.

“What’re you dreaming about, huh?” Miguel murmured when your expression slackened again and the drone of purring resumed. He reached towards your face carefully, running his thumb against the mess of scars intersecting with your bum eye; you never let him touch your face, always shying away or wincing in a recoil whenever he so tried. He never knew if he hurt you, or if you didn’t want to be reminded. It’s not like he ever knew what was going on in your head, anyway.

Maybe I should. A thought that plagued him far too often. As far as he knew, the others didn’t bond too well with their guards, at least not to this level. But maybe they should have taken the time to. Maybe they should have matched you based on personality compatibility, or something similar to make sure you’d get along, to ensure nothing like that abomination could have happened in the first place. Maybe then they’d care about the HOUND division more. Maybe then you wouldn’t be seen as expendable.

Your good eye opened when Miguel’s thumb dipped down into the scar resting flush against the bone of your damaged eye socket. You recoiled with a wince and sat up in a hurry, looking around the room in confusion and running a hand through your hair.

“What the fuck,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. You coughed into your arm, but the mask caught it for you “Didn’t mean to–”

“I made you lay down,” Miguel said, firm.

You looked at him, confused for a moment before relaxing into your plain, uncaring state. You rolled your shoulders a few times before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up bit by bit; Miguel was almost too distraught by the bandages and marks marring your body for him to realize what you thought he wanted.

“Wh–hey, no, no.” He sat up and stopped you, grabbing your arm to give you pause. “Just–stop. Relax.”

“You’re giving me mixed signals.” Your brows furrowed. “Don’t like me lookin’ at you, don’t want me getting too comfortable–”

Miguel’s gut twisted. “I didn’t know if something was wrong–”

“You that scared of me?”

“I’m not–”

“Then what is it.”

Miguel didn’t have the words. He didn’t know. He couldn’t straighten out his thoughts enough to give you a succinct, reasonable answer that’d make sense and cover everything. He didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling during those blurred days of the apocalypse.

“I don’t know.” Miguel stared hard at your arm. His fidgety hands fussed with the bandages.

You waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. You leaned in the slightest bit like it’d encourage him before you prodded further. “You don’t know?”

“Anything. About all of this–everything. Everything’s ending.” Ah. How optimistic of him, one of the men tasked with giving the world a fighting chance, to save humanity. “Nothing good happens anymore.” Right?

You stayed quiet for a long while. Miguel didn't know how to read that look on your face. He could only imagine what someone like you, someone hardened and fucked over by the world, was thinking, what you were judging by his words and–

“Some dinosaurs got fucked by volcanic ash,” you interrupted, “but some changed, and turned into birds. Like chickens ‘n shit. Some things turned into us, too. Somehow.” You cleared your throat and rubbed at the mask covering your mouth. “Don’t like the idea that we evolved from a fucking dolphin or whatever, but it happened. We're here, too, like those fucking chickens. Despite the world ending.” You spared him a look this time. “Things still lived, even if they changed.”

Miguel was dumbstruck. And he understood what you were saying. So much more than what you tried to convey. You were starting to make sense to him.

“Huh. That was almost optimistic. Profound, even,” he offered with a soft smile. “Didn’t know you knew so much about chickens.”

You scoffed. “My kid loved that stupid fun fact. Loved dinosaurs. Told me about them all the time…fuckin’ chickens and dinosaurs.” You were smiling, too. He heard it in your voice, saw the creases by your eyes.

“Sounds like a smart kid.”

You nodded. “She was.”

–

He convinced you to keep him company for the day, the night, and the morning. It was a relief, waking up next to you again, feeling just a little less hopeless as the hours passed in your presence while chicken fun facts echoed in his thoughts. Hell, he was even starting to like being the little spoon, especially when he felt stiff, morning excitement pressing up against his ass.

You weren’t that shy about it. You pulled his hips closer and ground up against him, grumbling and sighing through that stupid mask into his ear. Maybe you were still asleep, indulging in your body’s wants as dreams carried your subconscious into similar territory. Miguel only hoped you were dreaming about him.

He jumped when your large hand groped his hardening cock through his joggers. He started scrambling and reaching for the side table for the bottle of oil he kept on hand for the nights he had you in his bed (and for his own personal time), nearly dropping the damn thing when you started pulling and tearing at his pants, suddenly deciding you were beyond impatient to have him.

“Wait–hey, just–wait a second–” Miguel scrambled to shove his sweats down before you could do anymore damage. You huffed a laugh in his ear when you finally groped his hot skin. The sound lit an inferno in his chest. “Impatient pendejo.”

“Lube.”

“I'm working on it.” He lathered two fingers with oil and reached back, prodding before pushing in as you spread him wide. Your impatience had his fingers pumping in and out quicker, hastily convincing his tight ring to relax and loosen for the main event. Your hand gripped his cock and tugged firmly, making his hips buck back against you and lodge his digits in deeper with an embarrassing squelch. That, in your mind, meant he was ready to go.

You pulled his hand away rudely before yanking down your waistband and jamming yourself into him. Miguel gasped and struggled against you before you thrust forward, simultaneously pulling his hips back, and fully seating him. Your arms snaked around him to cage him in and stop him from wriggling away if it got to be too much–you wouldn't have it. Miguel liked it that way.

“Mierda, you–” he choked down a whine when your hand curled around his throat and held firm. “D-Don't get too carried away.” But thorny barbs pushed at his skin, teasing and kneading while Miguel's core melted and eased around you. His hand felt down, jolting a little at the bump jutting out from his flat stomach. Sometimes he forgot how big you were.

You pushed two fingers into his mouth when you started moving, rutting into him lazily and sloppily, dragging rugged moans out of his chest with every draw of your bodies together. He bit down on your fingers hard and grasped your hand at his neck to find some kind of anchor point. Another breathy laugh had Miguel opening his legs wider, his back arching off of your chest. You wrenched your fingers from his mouth and pulled him back in, adjusting yourself to make use of his compliance and fuck him better.

“Such a good little thing,” you grumbled, voice roiling with dark thorns. “You like being manhandled, huh?” And you squeezed his thigh and his throat hard, digging in your barbs just enough to threaten injury. “Like bein’ a whore?”

Miguel wanted to snap at you, to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop teasing (bullying) him, but you hit him where it counted and freed his mind from the concept of speech. One of his hands balled into the sheets while the other clawed back at you, trying to sink further into his set anchors.

“Hm? You tryna say somethin’?” You asked with such condescending mirth in your words. “You wanna tell me how good it feels?”

The hand around his throat was joined by the one leaving his thigh, and you squeezed harder. Delicious sparks of blackness muddied his vision, the near-death feeling accentuating the hard cracks of your hips into his, the white-hot blaze curling his toes and shaking his thighs.

“Tell me,” you demanded again, a little louder, a little more annoyed. But how was Miguel expected to speak when he was so close to the edge of life, death and pleasure? He was nearly there, so close, just a little more–

But you pulled out.

Miguel heaved in breaths and blinked away the fog shrouding his sight. He wondered if old wounds gave you pause, or if fatigue had finally gripped you and extinguished your desire. And it concerned him, the idea you weren't ready for this, that you might've felt pressured or–

“Tell me.”

–oh, no, you were just being a cocky asshole. Figures.

Miguel scoffed and reached back, weakly pawing for your slick cock rubbing against the curve of his ass, trying to guide it back to where he needed it. You should've known well enough how good you were, and yet–

“Words.”

“I-It’s good,” Miguel croaked, cringing at his stuttering. “I–can’t you just–” Your charge choked on a mangled cry when your claws broke skin and sunk deep. But the afterburn fuelled the explosion boiling in Miguel’s gut. God, what was wrong with him?

“Please,” he finally whined.

A pleased purr vibrated against Miguel’s back. “Please?”

Miguel screwed his eyes shut to ward off the wave of embarrassment crashing down him. “Fuck me. I have to–I need to–”

You slammed back in, and Miguel almost shattered. He half-turned out of your grip, chest brushing the sheets while his abdomen twisted to still give you his ass; but you were a benevolent menace, and rose to your knees, guiding his hips up with you while he buried his pleas into the mattress.

“Good. I'll give you what you want. I can do that.”

And after a few bullseye hits, Miguel came undone. His hips jittered and stuttered, overwhelmed and ecstatic with the electricity shooting through his body and burning him alive. You held him tightly, moaning lowly as you plowed into his stifling heat, determined to plunge off the edge yourself while torturing your partner with wave after wave of tumultuous ecstasy. You really were too good at this. It was almost unfair.

“Por favour,” Miguel gasped. He was breaking. It was too much. Too much–

“Shut up,” you grunted, but the plea must've done the trick; your hips jolted to a stop once flush up against Miguel's ass, and a familiar flood of heat filled his guts. Miguel pulled on fistfuls of his hair and bit down on his other hand's knuckles. He probably would have passed right out if he hadn't grounded his soul with a little bit of pain.

You slumped on top of him unceremoniously, like a dog flopping back onto its owner. You grumbled and wheezed in a way that sounded far too dad-like, in a way that almost made Miguel laugh and did indeed bring a tired smile to his face. As much as you were an insufferable asshole, you were just as cute and silly. Miguel quite possibly loved that about you.

“What? All that shit-talking tire you out?” Miguel asked.

You huffed. “Still sore.” Ah. Maybe your earlier torture was to disguise your need for a break after all. “You got me going too much.”

“Sorry? You're the one who started it.”

“You're the one who begged to get fucked,” you retorted like an annoying teenager. “Like a bitch in heat.”

Miguel sighed. He knew he wasn't about to win this one, but he had to try. His stubbornness wouldn't let him back down.

“You're the one who woke up hard. Grinding against my ass to–” he stuttered when you pulled out suddenly before flopping down beside him in bed, “--t-to get off.” Christ he hated you. You were so fucking annoying.

“You liked it.” You watched him grab some tissues from the side table and clean up as much as he could before rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling. “You're horny as fuck.”

Miguel lamely slapped a hand at your chest, and you caught it, pinning it against your warmth. Miguel didn't mind. It felt nice.

“Yeah. Well. It's the apocalypse.”

“It's the apocalypse,” you agreed.

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mamayan · 11 months

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“…The fuck is that…”

It smelled like iron and rain tonight, the floor of the bar wet and muddy from footprints tracked in carelessly. The wood was already old and rotting, and it was wonder a hole hadn’t been broken into the mildewed boards.

“It’s a dog.”

He sneered, face turning fully where his eyes bore into you, completely away from his switch to level you with the nastiest face he could pull.

“I know what a fucking dog is, asshole. I’m asking why the fuck it’s in here—?”

“Watch your crusty mouth, boss, I wasn’t going to just leave it to die out in the storm. Some piece of shit left this poor little guy in a box by the dumpster.” He wanted to vomit at the almost motherly look on your face, staring at the filthy shaking wet puppy you held with your jacket bundled around it.

“Find somewhere else to put it, it’s not staying here.” He turned away dismissively despite his eyes still staying glued to the bundle in your arms.

“Yeah, yeah, can he just stay here for the night? Even I don’t got a place to sleep besides the streets, but he might get sick if he’s stays in the cold any longer.”

He grit his teeth in agitation.

“If it pisses in here I’m dusting it.”

He left it at that, even going as far as to get up and leave the bar. You were left alone after that, the League out for now due to the horrendous monsoons sweeping the city tonight. You weren’t fortunate enough to have a place to crash though, but you did debate just breaking into an abandoned house or something. The bar was closer though, and the little guy needed a warm bath and some food, which you couldn’t provide in a place without running water.

You washed the small puppy in the sink, soft brown fur spiked up cutely as you scrubbed away all the gunk and sadness covering the flea bitten thing. You carefully dug out each one, ridding him of all the awful vermin before giving him one more lather and rinse for good measure. Then you dried him, a stolen hair dryer kept on low and held far away, a soft dish rag you’d scrounged up used to pet and sooth while he shook.

“I know the boss scared you a bit, but he’s not gonna hurt you,” you cooed, holding the pup as you found a can of tuna and decided it would have to do as puppy chow for the evening. The little dog seemed to have enough teeth, and you made sure to stir it up some after opening the can.

He fell face first into the can eating. Hind legs even going up into the air as he balanced on his front paws eating. When his belly looked sufficiently round, you pulled the pup off and gave him a little water. He looked like a new dog honestly, much fluffier and more adorable like this.

“You need a name…” you hummed, picking the pup up and deciding to bother the boss a little. He didn’t seem happy about the dog, but you noticed he kept looking at it with some sort of longing. Did he want to pet it? You weren’t sure as you moved through the hide out, seeing Shigaraki’s room at the end of the hall. His door was tightly closed but decorum hardly mattered with thugs and villains like you. You kicked the door open, smiling at the near vampiric way your boss seemed to live in the artificially blue illuminated space. His pale skin looking almost gray in the lighting.

“Gross. Your room is fuckin’ nasty boss.” Your comment is met with a vicious glare, his lips pulled almost into a snarl as he eyes you with disdain, but his gaze wavers a bit on the fluff in your arms.

“Why’s it all squirmy?” He scowls, leaning back a bit in his gamer chair, clearly knowing you’re too annoying to scare off.

“He needs a name. Help me?”

“No. Fuck off.”

“Come on boss! He can be our mascot!”

“No way in hell. I’ll dust it if you try.”

“Woof!” You both looked down at the happy and merry little pup wiggling to get down in excitement. You smiled mischievously, eyes narrowing in a way that made him nervous.

“Don’t you dare—!” He grunts in surprise as you release the hound, the happy pup immediately scampering towards Shigaraki with a wiggly butt swinging so hard it caught up with its little tail. It’s quick to scratch at his jeans, big eyes staring up at him with so much cuteness he swears under his breath.

“Get. The. Damn. Dog. Off. Me—!” He’s seething through his teeth, furious for the interruption and the little fur ball’s audacity.

“Mhm, Dog as a name is a little unoriginal don’t you think boss?” He’s going to kill you. Dust your ass and this dog too!

“Woof!” He flinches back, hands instinctively raising high to prevent the nippy little thing from accidentally touching them as it jumped for attention.

“He loves you though!” You coo, pulling your phone out even and snapping pictures.

“If you don’t—,”

“Here, let me help,” you sooth, and just when he thinks you’re going to be sensible and remove the mutt, instead you pick it up and place it in his lap.

“…!” He’s only able to inhale sharply, face stunned and incredulous as the pup licks and kisses at him with all the affection of a loyalist.

His eyes go up for help again, but you’re gone. Having even slipped out and closed his door without him noticing.

His quirk canceling gloves are in place, so he knows he can just pick it up and set it off him, but for several minutes Shigaraki does nothing but allow the tiny monster to kiss and nibble at him for attention until it grows tired and settles down in his lap for a nap.

Wide garnet eyes stare down at the dog you’d left in his lap carelessly. Tiny and absolutely no threat to anyone. Mascot you wanted it to be, but if they had even the smallest attack it would be injured and killed. His nails dug into the skin of his neck, furiously scratching as his mind blanks.

He only stops when a little lick catches him off guard.

Dark brown eyes stare up at him, innocent and feeble with a long snout and wet nose twitching. It licked his hand.

He’s not thinking when he uses to fingers to pet the dog’s soft little head. It lets him, mouth opening to reveal a long pink tongue and it pants in happiness for the attention.

“Should name you idiot or something, dumb dog.” He huffs, but he doesn’t stop the pets. Even scratching lightly behind the ear as the pup leans into it with a shake of it’s leg. “You get off on strangers touching you or something? Freak.” His insults roll off seamlessly, the pup still happily lolling it’s tongue and rolling in his lap.

Seconds turn to minutes as he relaxes, petting the sweet little animal happily curled in his lap and sleeping.

You find your boss and the pup hours later, both passed out in his gaming chair, one hand laid over it’s back gently.

You take the pup, leaving to put it in the little cage you managed to find and the blankets you cut up to place in with it. The pup wasn’t happy but you hushed it with a few treats and left after putting a blanket on top of the cage to help it sleep.

When you went back to check on the boss, he was awake, elbows leaned on his knees as he looks up at you under his bangs.

“It’s name is Ryo and it will stay in Doc’s care. Not here. Am I clear?”

You smile, almost too sweetly it makes his chest feel like ants are crawling through it, as you nod wordlessly. He hates the smug appearance you wear but only snorts and kicks you out of his room, this time locking his door.

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Ghost Hounds (Headcanons)

Headcanons, names, personalities and histories of Eris's ghost hounds and loyal companions.

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Day 4 of @erisweek2023 (Hounds / Autumn Equinox)

a/n: okay. so. i have some very interesting headcanons for eris’s hounds, so here you go. I got bored one day (while preparing Born for Tragedy) and decided “hey! let’s write some history for Eris’s dogs!” also i apologize, i was a bit scatterbrained in this lol

WARNINGS: lightly mentioned domestic abuse (beron. again.) Down towards the bottom, it mentions the loss of a pet. If you wish to skip this, stop reading after Rue (dog name)

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Okay, so we all know Eris has 12 ghost hounds. I literally have HCs for all of them. Some more than others so let's go through them, shall we?

Eris’s first ghost hound was a birthday gift from his mother. A little puppy appeared at his door miraculously that day and his mother was extremely happy when the boy came in cuddling it in his arms asking if he could keep it. (She told him she got it for him after saying yes)

The puppy was named Percy (recommendation from LOA) and Eris fucking loved that dog. Spoiled the little shit. Percy is BY FAR one of his most loyal dogs.

Percy’s training wasn’t as straightforward as the others’ were, but Percy is also extremely, extremely intelligent and loved Eris to death so he did his best :)

When Percy first witnessed Beron yelling at Eris, he snarled and leaped in front of the boy. The hound got a whipping for it (and still has those scars…) but since then, Eris has loved the dog like none other just as the dog has done for him.

Eris also began hating his father after he hit his doggo because who wouldn’t?? Don’t hit my puppy sir. You will pay for it. Dearly.

Now, when Eris gets a new puppy, Percy is always the one to train them in the basics of being a good puppy. Like potty training, no biting, and KISSES because Percy knows his owner loves them :)

Eris of course takes on the brunt of the training for them all and likes to train them in hunting, tracking and sometimes, for the stronger ones, attacking. Naturally, however, they all learned to defend him (ex. standing in front of him or distracting someone attacking him).

Now, Eris is pretty… well, not liked in the ACOTAR world. We can agree on that. So, when Eris is out and about in the Autumn Court, he often has his doggos with him. If he’s away- the pups get so nervous for him. They just love him so much!

Now, Eris’s next dogs are two females in a litter that he bought himself: Vixen (named for her personality) and Selena (named after a female Eris liked for a while).

Vixen is the equivalent of “I will only listen to one person” and Selena is just happy to be there. Vixen was the first to be trained in “attacking” (also known as Schutzhund for my dog nerds out there) and she was really good at it. She could take down a full-grown fae easily.

A little HC I have about the ghost hounds is that because of their fae blood, some of them can winnow. Vixen is one of the ones who can winnow- but she can’t go very far. (maybe like 15 feet)

Eris was still terrified and overjoyed when he learned of this power though and instantly was trying to strengthen it so that she could use it for every advantage it held.

Selena is a good girl and is very happy. If Eris is sad, she’s coming over there with a big goofy grin and then licking his face and pinning him down like a puppy that won’t sit still while being cleaned. In her mind, Eris is both her owner and her puppy she has to take care of.

The next dog Eris gets is once again bought for himself, but instead of a litter, it was an adult male. Now, this male has already been through a lot. His name was Cadoc and he used to have a mate. The reason his owner was selling him was because his mate died of an incurable sickness.

In my mind, ghost hounds are very like fae. They can winnow, and they are extremely intelligent, just like doggos in real life! But, they also have lovers in the same way. Mates.

So, when Eris did get Cadoc, he was a very sad pupper. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t get up, wouldn’t even drink. Eris took to taking care of him very gently. Bringing him his food (more on this in a minute) and water and even hand-feeding him when Cadoc wouldn’t even raise his head. And yes, sometimes it did get down to force feeding, but Eris would not give up on Cadoc. He knew the hound had more to him. He was more than just a breeding stud- he could be amazing!

Briefly, let’s also just mention that Eris feeds his dogs very well. Raw diet with a variety of meat, and other healthy things. (so, envision that really expensive raw dog feedings that we see on social media named the BARF diet for doggos)

Cadoc was still suffering however. Eris did his best, but after a year, there seemed to be no hope.

Unknown to Eris, however, Vixen, his spunky little female who listened to nobody, seemed to take pity on the sad male. She growled and forced him to his feet when Eris arrived and then practically dragged him outside to come on a walk.

Eris found it very endearing, to be honest. Vixen wouldn’t give up on Cadoc either.

Cadoc eventually began to stand on his own in greeting, if even just to avoid a nip from Vixen when she urged him to his feet. He began to trot outside and smell things.

Eris began to train him as well and he took to schutzhund training very easily. The male was bulkier than Percy and was perfect for taking down either fae or deer. Cadoc’s condition began to look up steadily.

His personality began to come out. He was very protective and obedient. He liked to please and he was kind of like the equivalent of a big, gentle giant.

Vixen and Cadoc also grew a lot closer. Because they were trained in similar things, they hung out a lot.

Now- I want you all to imagine a tragic, romantic scene between Vixen and Cadoc and then- yeah. Basically, they become mates. Spunky female and gentle giant.

Cadoc is one of Eris’s most loyal doggos (right behind Percy).

The next puppers aren’t bought by Eris, however. Mama Vanserra has been keeping an eye on Eris and his pups and has the perfect gift in store.

It’s three littermates. Three ghost hound puppies. Nimbus (male), Sorrel (female) and Soot (male). Eris could barely contain his excitement at the gift tho. Like literally, he was close to squealing. He for SURE was catering to his mother’s every need for at least a month. Checking up on her, offering her tea, getting her lunch personally from the kitchens- all little ways to show his appreciation.

Now. Sorrel and Soot are the troublemakers, first off. Nimbus is a little quieter, but he’s one of the strongest ones.

Sorrel is by far one of the fastest ghost hounds Eris owns. Absolutely blazing speed. If only there were enough ghost hounds to race them, huh? Eris tries to find one and manages to get one little competition, but literally, it's just three dogs and obviously, Sorrel wins. The ghost hounds are much too fast to race against like greyhounds or something. And not many have them in the Autumn Court- most have hunting dogs for their good noses.

Nimbus is Eris’s sweet little boy who’s one of the best at cuddling. (though, Selena does come close). The pup just sneaks into his bed in the middle of the night, undetected, and Eris wakes up with an armful of ghost hound. (he loves it)

Soot is forever the troublemaker (equal with Rue, who we will talk about later)

He gets into the food, the chicken coops, the farms, the sheets, the kitchens– all of it. He is a chaotic pup and while Eris can try to tame that troublemaker spirit, he will never break it. Soot is one of his worst in obedience for that reason. But, Eris still loves him of course. How can he not with those adorable almond-colored eyes?!

The next pup actually, is not bought, nor gifted. Vixen was found with a more swollen-than-usual belly and exhausted in her kennel one day (when she didn’t arrive to greet Eris like usual) and Cadoc right beside her, licking her ears.

Eris at first panicked, of course, and thought that Vixen was sick and dying of some horrible thing. A vet reassured him that she was in fact not sick, just tired, needed more food and rest, and that she was pregnant.

After that, he’s honestly even more panicked. He knew this was a possibility, but he’d expected it later! When he’d done his research already!

As soon as possible, he reads every book ever on ghost hounds, pregnancies with dogs and everything related. He even managed to request some books from Day Court’s libraries temporarily.

After he’d done his research, he was still anxious, but less so. He knew what was going on now and what would happen once the pup(s) were born. And what he needed to do to support his pupper.

The pup is born without any issues at all. And Cadoc and Vixen turn out as wonderful parents.

The one pup is a male that Eris names Ash.

Ash has adorable quirks to him. He always barks when Eris comes in and rolls over onto his back once Eris does start petting him and is especially playful with the other dogs. (after all, they were like aunts and uncles to him!)

The next two dogs aren’t related, but I’m grouping them together because I don’t have too many headcanons for them actually:

The next pup is Taunya (female), bought by Eris. She kind of has that “mother” personality. As a pup, she always was licking the other dogs and when she grew up, she often was found urging them toward their food, or resting with them when they were tired.

Nimbus takes a fascination to Taunya specifically (and let’s not get on about some age gap thing. Just look at feysand or nessian, alright?). And yes, they do become mates. Nimbus is extremely protective over Taunya and Eris always laughs when he seems to panic as she goes to cuddle with some other dog as if he’s thinking “you are so darn hard to protect woman! goodness! quit cuddling with the threats! gods!”

Taunya doesn’t change though, of course. She’s always gonna be the sweet one.

The next pup is a male called Pyro, also bought as a pup by Eris who is just loving the fact his ghost hound obsession is growing and Beron doesn’t seem to mind. I mean, honestly, they’re quite helpful. They come with him to the military and are perfectly behaved, they help him win hunting competitions… all of it.

Pyro is named for his more amber-colored eyes.

This pup has the farthest ability to winnow out of any of the ghost hounds. He’s quite powerful, to be honest. When Eris fully tests it, Pyro is able to winnow from the Winter Court border to the Forest House with ease. Even from the Summer Court border!

Eris doesn’t dare take his dog outside of the Autumn Court except for missions though. He doesn’t want to risk any rumors or threats or harm to his pups.

The next dog has a bit of story. This dog’s name is Rue. A chaotic, insane little pup.

Rue was gifted to Eris by Hue, his brother. Hue actually wanted Rue’s name to be “Hue,” but Eris was not going to allow it and simply settled for something that rhymed. It’s not like it was that bad of a name either. Just confusing when both his brother and dog responded to his call.

Rue is a troublemaker like Soot. However, he’s a bit better at paying attention than Soot and better at sitting and staying. Soot has no self control compared to him.

Rue loves to hunt. Whenever Eris pulls up on his horse with a bow around his shoulders, Rue is up and at ‘em and ready to sprint through the forests to his heart’s content. Even if he’s not as big and strong as Cadoc or as fast as Sorrel, he’s perfectly happy just being there. He’s so enthused when he gets the order to track an animal or catch a rabbit- just so happy.

But, to be completely honest: Rue is the most lazy of the dogs. He groans as he gets up to greet Eris and then proceeds to lay right back down to take a nap. Absolutely loves to nap in the sun.

Eris did have another dog between Jack (later) and Rue. He used to have a dog named Adria. A female who was the best tracking dog that he ever did have.

She was the pup to grow up with Lucien.

However, on that fateful day that Lucien had to run to the Spring Court, Adria followed. Unluckily, she caught an arrow to her chest and died.

She loved to chase deer out of anything, just bounding through the forests.

Eris still misses her (as does Lucien. He didn’t expect the pup to follow him)

The last dog is another pup of Vixen and Cadoc. Eris’s last ghost hound. Jack.

Jack is like Cadoc but not ever having been sad. He’s a happy pup who’s always wagging his tail and barking excitedly at anything and everything. Almost similar to Percy as well.

He was raised before Adria died.

Adria was actually still quite young when Jack was born so they were the best playmates. Even after the female’s death, he was still happy as can be. Eris does see him staring off into the woods she ran off into every once in a while though.

Eris never got another dog after Adria’s death. It hit him so hard. Like a blow to the chest, he just couldn’t do it anymore. So, afterwards, he took to putting most of his energy into the dogs that he already had. He spoiled them rotten after he found Adria’s body on the border that day. He’d care for any future pups that arrive but never buy another dog.

Adria’s grave sits outside of the heated cabin that houses the dog’s kennels. (anyway, im sobbing now, im sorry for that)

List of the Hounds in Order: Percy, Vixen & Selena, Cadoc, Nimbus & Sorrel & Soot, Ash (V+C), Taunya, Pyro, Rue, Adria 💀, Jack (V+C)

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Btw, feel free to ask more questions about the headcanons <3

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book-of-arts04 · 1 year

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Do you ever wonder if running is worth the speed? Is the pounding in your heart worth it in the long run? Because at this point, I don’t know either.

“Licorice!” a small voice cried. I turned back to see my friend, Licorice Cookie being helped up by his little brother Poison Mushroom Cookie. “Come on, Lico! You can’t die here!”

“Not planning on it, Mush! I’ll let all the jam in me spill rather than go back!” There was no arguing with the cloaked cookie. Running from Dark Enchantress was our only mission for survival. If anything, we either escape or we’ll be executed.

The two brothers, once allied with Dark Enchantress Cookie, were escaping alongside me, Red Velvet Cookie? Cake? Cookie Cake? I have an identity issue with that. Once a general of Cake Hounds and Wolves, now I flee for my life from my adoptive mother, who, right now, is fed up with failure and decided to execute us three for incompetence and uselessness. She claimed we did nothing to help her cause and deemed us worthy of death. Mother of the Year.

Either way, Licorice, the older of the two, was aptly named, for even if his locs of dark licorice strands wasn’t obvious, he carries the spicy smell of his tribal people from the Northern shore wherever he went due to the high amounts of it present in his dough. He was experienced in some forms of magic I had only heard about from meetings. He bore his usual dark cloak and necklace of skull beads while carrying his weapon of choice, a scythe made of bone? I never knew what it was. Most of the time, he’s nicknamed Lico.

Poison Mushroom Cookie was the same. A toxic mushroom was implanted into his dough, giving him a natural defense should anyone dare eat him. He would smell or taste like a cortinarius mushroom, sweet but deadly. Luckily, his power is to throw mushrooms that make someone experience hallucinations. Not that he is immune though. He has them himself at times. In our rush to escape, he wore his tiny purple robes and his favorite purple cap with violet polka dots on it. His nickname is Mush.

“Red, move! MOVE!” Contrary to his boney appearance, Lico shoved me hard and fast as we heard the baying of Cakewolves.

My beloved Cakewolves, the ones I have raised from puppyhood, had turned on me and were now seeking my jam. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them suddenly bark and snarl at me like I was an intruder. In fear, I ran with some still loyal Cakehounds in my wake, forcing me to leave my sword behind. Which was probably for the better since I don’t want to hurt them.

Licorice slung his scythe over his back and scooped up Mush as we ran from those ever so close howls. I could feel my heart pounding to deliver more energy to the cells in my muscles. Even so, I was not as fast people would think. The Tower of Sweet Chaos was one singular place. The Berry forests, however, were not. I could traverse them, yes, but not when I was already weak from hunger and scared for my life.

“We have to find those other Cookies!” I yelled to the brothers over the howls. “It’s our only chance for survival! The wolves will keep hunting for us if we stay in the open- Whoa!”

Out of nowhere, a cliff opened up over the sea at the edge of the forest. Luckily, Lico, my still loyal cakenines and I stopped before we tumbled and became soggy cookie dough corpses. Lico held his little brother close to his robes as we inspected the drop. 2,000 feet. We’ll die on impact.

Mush whimpered and clung tighter to his brother. Licorice and I panted heavily as we tossed some ideas.

“Should I summon some servants or that black thing from the Cacao Kingdom?”

“Too risky. Should I become my dragon form?’

“Do you even have control over that thing?!”

“Well, I don’t have any other ideas!”

My dogs whimpered as the howls grew closer. The puppies jumped into my arms and I hid them in the multiple pockets of my jacket. I couldn’t think of anything other than surrendering and praying for the best or jumping and risk trusting my dragon form.

Suddenly, a flash of blood red light appeared out of nowhere and a roar like that of a lion was heard. I’m pretty sure even the far northern Cacao Kingdom heard it.

“Dragon?” I cautiously asked Licorice.

“Do it,” was the reply.

I sigh and breathe out all the air in my cookie lungs. The adult cakehounds scrambled behind Lico’s robes and bit them nervously. I focused on picturing myself as the Red Velvet Dragon, a creature most assume was a creation of mine, a child I made out of the same baking materials as I was made. However, that wasn’t it. Dark Enchantress cast a spell on me that let me become the dragon. And I needed it now to ironically escape her tyranny.

Pain exploded around my body, letting me know it worked. My right arm became more vicious and cruel, my left becoming a mirror of it soon enough. My body expanded, changing from a small tiny cookie to a dragon the size of a witch’s cat. In other words, big. To better describe it, imagine a dragon. Now paint it white and red like a red velvet cake, with red sprinkles on the white. Red spikes on my spine that run from my head to tail, jutting out of the white cream. All while smelling like freshly baked red velvet cake with vanilla creme with cocoa chocolate in my dough. Again, the size of a real cat.

I shook my head and roared as loud as I could, unfortunately, not as loud as my soon-to-be opponent, but I accidentally gave away our position. Some General I am.

I lowered myself so the brothers and remaining hounds could climb onto my spine. I was so very unlucky to be brightly colored like my namesake cake/cookie. White and red weren’t stealthy on a full moon clear night!

Licorice tried digging his heels into my scales to make me fly as if I was a horse to make me go.”Fly, you buffoon, FLY!!!”

As if that worked. I was still woozy from transforming on an empty stomach and running beforehand. Actually, transforming in general, whether I ate or not (same with exercise), was disorienting enough for a multitude of too many reasons. I was so exhausted. I just wanted to lay down and nap in either form. But then again, luxuries were rarer than blue moons in my life. I didn’t get them often to recognize them in their glory.

My wings were slow to unfurl. As they reached their full length (the length of a casual open book that a witch would own), the earth began to shudder at a sudden, steady rate. They’re closing in on us! I flapped my wings to get momentum, tired, but determined to escape this mess. I peek over the cliff…

… And jumped over it. Just doing it was enough to make me glide away from the coming Cake Witch, away from the betrayal of my dogs, away from my sadistic sister who tortured others for fun, away from my dead emo brother who took his own life, away from the ancient tower, away, away, AWAY!!! I couldn’t take anymore drama!

The scent of the sea was torture, salt and fish in one massive cauldron of water. Seriously, how can one cookie control all of this?! I was disgusted, even when I tried to focus on the wind flowing around me as I flew.

Flying! Not too often I did this form and even after so many years, flying was always a wonderful experience! Wind, which would often tangle my long dark hair, would now part for me and allow me to forget what made me so scared of others. Just the feeling of freedom through the smooth currents of wind made me feel weightless and liberated from expectations.

The roars behind us faded away to white noise the farther away I flew. If I could talk like a cookie in my dragon form, I would have screamed “Sayanora, jerks!”

Luckily, Licorice did that for me with an extra fist shaking. I let out a chuckle, which sounded like a throaty growl due to my current form. My loyal cakenines growled and snarled behind me, howling at their former members of their pack, shaming them for what they did. Even Mush threw a shroomie, though it fell way short of its mark into the moonlit mess of sea. The message was still sent though. I could only imagine the anger painted on Dark Enchantress Cookie’s face watching this.

I don’t regret my actions. I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret anything.

#cookie run kingdom #canon divergent au #red velvet cookie #licorice cookie #poison mushroom cookie #red velvet dragon #brief Dark Enchantress Cookie #cake hounds #i just want these boys to have a better future #please understand #brothers au #poison mushroom he/him

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totally-not-an-awkward-okapi · 1 month

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Carmella puppy has the cutest little wrinkles on her nose and somehow that made my brain jump to “What if Rachel Summer’s hound marks looked like the folds of a snarling dog’s face?” which. Why not?

#my art #Rachel summers #x-men Phoenix #X-men askani #I’ve never drawn her before.#please be nice.

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guaranteedlover · 6 months

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Unnamed for now (Korrasami vampire)

I shuffled a bit through the heavy white blanket of snow, though cold outside, my heavy clothing felt warm. I blowed into the air, my breath making visible air. I finally made it to my destination, a spot in the woods by a lake. The lake was surprisingly not frozen so I whipped out my fishing rod and hooked a bait to the hook. After that, I threw the line into the lake. My nose ran, feeling the warm liquid running down, I wiped it.

I sat, watching and feeling carefully for a tug on the hook.

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Sometime later, I got 6 fish. A smile appeared on my face as I ripped off the head of one of the fish. I dug my teeth into the fish and sucked the blood out of it. I did that to two different others before I noticed something moving in the snow. I flinched, holding my fish close to me and backing up.

A whimper escapes from the snow as I noticed a black nose and brown eyes appearing in its white blanket. "Who's there!?" I snarled, quickly stopping before seeing the polar bear puppy. "Oh hey, little buddy, want a fish?" I wagged a fish in it's face before throwing it at it. The puppy jumped and caught it.

"Well, what are you? Boy or Girl?" I smiled. The puppy run up to me and licked my face. I picked it up and noticed it's a female. "Alright girl, what's your name? Do you have an owner?" I asked. She barked. "How about Naga?" she panted, though she shivered. I frown. "Aw. Here, let's go." I put my hat on her and my glove on her tail. Then I picked her up and brought her home.

"Mommy, mommy. Mommy?" I looked around the outside of the house then cautiously went inside.

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"Yes, Korra?" Her mother appeared, kneeling down. "What is that, a dog?"

"A Polar bear dog. She found me while I was fishing." Korra answered. She looked down at the named dog she just picked up then back at her mother.

Senna frowned but covered it up with a smile. "You know how your dad feels about dogs..I suppose he'll allow it. But keep her outside, okay?"

Korra grinned ear to ear. "Yay, do you hear that, Naga?" Her mother perked up to the name. 'She named it already.' She smiled.

Korra took Naga outside near their sled hounds. The sled hounds were particularly nice to Korra out of everyone, especially Tonraq.

She laid Naga by the fire and left to hunt food for the dogs. Once she came back, she saw the sled dogs cuddling around Naga and keeping her warm. Korra fed them all and played with them before it was time to sleep.

"What the fuck does that have to do with me?!"

"Tonraq, please!"

"Shut your mouth, you don't get to do that anymore! I should be the one crying right now!"

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Korra abruptly woke up from her sleep in a cold sweat. She breathed semi heavily before quickly calming herself down.

She laid back down and glanced up at her open window. "Morning, Naga." Korra smiled weakly. Naga's head filled the space of the window in only seconds before letting out a small bark.

"I know, today's a Wednesday. I switch into Kuvira's school today." Korra sighed. "I've missed those idiots." She sat up once more and got off her bed.

Naga licked her, which caused Korra to giggle and pet her. She then watched as her owner left the room and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Korra stretched once she got out then put on a black tanktop, white shirt and a white hoodie along with black jeans. She put her earbuds in then put her hood over her head. 'Time to get out of here.'

Korra grabbed her book bag then her phone and walked downstairs. She noticed her step adoptive father sleeping on the couch. He must have had a drunken night and is missing work. Korra ignored him and every thought to wake him up and went outside after grabbing a donut from the fridge.

Naga greeted her with a wagging tail outside, panting. "You ready to go?" Korra asked. Naga barked. "Shh, Alec is still sleeping." She used airbending at her feet to push her up so she could sit on Naga. "Remember the school we passed the other day?"

Naga waited till Korra was situated on her back then started running down the side of the road. As she rode, Korra started to remember bits of her past flooding back in memory. She could barely remember her parent's faces.

Korra had known she was the avatar since she met with Tenzen. Nobody knows except Alec, since he's taking care of her, The chief of the police force, and the chiefs of other places such as the southern and north poles. Korra had been training under Tenzen for some time now, she stopped Amon, in the end learning air bending, however she did so anonymously. Nobody knows who it was that stopped him, but they do know that they're the avatar.

Ever since everyone had learned she was a vampire and could possibly bloodbend, the police force had put a thin collar at her neck. It asked her vitals and adrenaline, when sensing she's in danger or at risk of putting others at danger, the police force and Tenzin will be alerted.

Naga stopped abruptly once they reached the coffee shop, throwing off Korra. Korra yelped as she fell onto the ground. As she was falling, Korra turned the ground beneath her into soft dirt.

She groaned, sitting up. A shadow casted above her. "Hey, you alright?" A foxy woman's voice said. Korra looked up.

A beautiful woman with long wavy raven black hair and emerald green eyes. She wore a nice leather Future Industries jacket and black pants with boots. The woman put her hand out. "That was quite the fall. I hope you didn't damage that pretty face of yours." Korra cocked an eyebrow and gave a nervous chuckle before taking her hand. "Thanks?"

"Don't mention it. Asami Sato."

Korra hummed. "Korra Smith. Sato? As in the Future Industries people?" Asami nodded. "You sure you're okay?"

Korra shrugged. "I have a hard head, I think I'll be fine." She turned the ground, that she had turned into soft dirt, back into hard concrete.

Asami smiled. "Alright then. We're in the same school right? Wanna get coffee together?"

"Sure..Naga, stay."

Naga huffed, sitting near the outside seating. Korra smiled and tossed her a treat from her pocket. Naga hurriedly snatched the treat out of the air and laid down comfortably, biting on her treat.

Korra and Asami walked into the Cafe. They spoke lightly or not at all, Korra was comfortable in the silence, used to it even. Asami, not so much.

"So what classes do you have? I'm not sure if we have one together." Asami asked.

"Are you in advanced?" Korra replied.

Asami nodded. "I am, yes."

"Then we probably have a couple together."

"What about your electives?"

"I have gym, bending classes, self defense. A lot of stuff that has to do with physical."

Asami perked. 'So that's where I remember her from. She's the one that I saw the coach sparring with while I was going to the bathroom.'

"Do you have self defense for 4th period?" She asked.

Korra nodded. "Yeah."

Asami noticed how sharp her canine teeth were. Like a predator's canines. Animal teeth. She also noticed how Korra responded and how she acted.

"Then we have the same class together."

Korra stared at her, Asami feeling like prey underneath her gaze. "You can't bend can you? Sorry if I'm being rude."

Asami shook her head. "No it's alright, I'm a normal person. I can fight though, don't underestimate me." She gave her a challenging look. Korra chuckled then smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it. You look like you can handle yourself."

"Hey, you're the one with the private trainer at school."

"...You know about that? Then you're stalking me?" Korra cocked an eyebrow. Asami blushed a bit, flustered. "Uh no, I'm not stalking you, you just happen to catch my eye when I pass the bending class. 4 at a time is cool."

Korra sighed. "I guess. Wu has told me about you. You're his little crow, aren't you? Cause of the black hair?"

Asami laughed a bit. "Yeah. I didn't know you spoke with Wu? He's a bit crazy, but he makes friends mostly wherever he goes."

"I know." Korra smiled.

The two spoke more comfortably. But Asami felt like Korra was hiding something. Not that she shouldn't, the two aren't friends yet. But it felt like something serious. After having their breakfast and grabbing some drinks, Korra offered Asami a ride, to which she agreed.

Asami held on tightly, never riding a polar bear dog before. Once they made it to the school, they walked inside together then went their separate ways.

'Korra Smith...When you fell, you thought I didn't notice...I didn't hear any thud, nor when you got up, only dirt came off of you, you weren't injured at all. We were on hard concrete sidewalk, I know, I watched my dad help build this sidewalk.' Asami thought. Though she seemed to not be, she was very perceptive. 'You could have earth bended the floor beneath you..but you're not an earthbender are you? Earthbenders don't particularly wear blue. They have a liking for green, like Bolin.'

'Could she be the..Avatar? No..that's too rash. But it has been long enough since Avatar Aang has died..and she resembles Katara, maybe she's of the same family? There's been a rumor that the avatar resembles the last avatar's lover, maybe that's a myth though.'

"Asammiii"

"Asami!"

Asami flinched out of her thoughts. "Y-yes Mako?"

"Get out of the clouds already, can't you see Bolin is trying to talk to you?" Mako scoffed. He wore a red shirt with black jeans. "Mako, chillax, it's not serious." Bolin sighed, holding his sandwich. He wore a dark grey shirt with a green jacket and black pants. Asami glanced over at Bolin. "Sorry Bolin, what's up?"

"Don't pay any mind to him, he's just salty because the coach benched him. Anyways, I saw you came to school on a polar bear dog! That was Korra right, the closed off girl?"

"The weird loner." Mako added. "I heard she fought Beifong, didn't hear the results though. I bet she got her loner ass kicked."

"Right cause if you can't beat her in a spar, nobody can." Bolin said sarcastically.

"Exactly. You finally get me."

Asami shook her head. She doesn't know why she even began dating Mako. He was a sweet guy, now he's just cocky. 'Come to think of it, I met Mako kind of how I met Korra. Except Mako, I nearly ran him over.'

"ASAMIIII!"

Asami looked behind her. "Wu?

He jumped in Asami's lap. "Asami, Joseph touched me!" He said. "What?"

"Jospehhh! He acknowledged meee! Asami, I think I'm in love!" He shook her. "Calm downn." Asami shook him as well. "So you two are talking?"

"Yes!! And its all because of that hot water bender."

"Who?"

"Forgot her name, but, I think she saw me tweaking over him and went over to talk to him, then suddenly he started talking to me and we got along pretty quickly."

"...Was it Korra?"

Wu cocked an eyebrow. "Uhm..something like that. You know her?"

"Basically just met her." Asami shrugged.

"Korra? Stay away from her Asami, you too Wu." Mako said in a serious tone. "She's not someone you want to be around. A wolf in sheep's clothing if you will, she's crazy strong. I remember some kid in our grade had tried to fight her and he ended up dead. Another kid that fought her on school grounds was bloody all over. His face was bashed in with a fist."

Asami and Wu stared at him in a bit of confusion and concern.

"Try not to interact with that demon at all. She has a short temper, anything you say could tip her off." Mako warned.

'She didn't seem like that...but maybe Mako's right? No, don't judge until you know completely. Korra Smith, I'll find out about her on my dad's laptop..'

#korrasami #avatar korra #asami sato #legend of korra

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of-thieves · 2 years

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@berserkerofrealms;

"You reak of sweat." The grey eyed man stated with such a snarl to his lips. Almost dog like than human as he bore his large great sword coated in glowing nordic runes that seemed to flash violently with excitement. This was no mortal he thought.

No this thing was a god. But not of these lands. For a moment he mistook the stranger for Odin's lapdog, Heimdall. But the dress was too clean. Too fancy for the likes of any ordinary nordic dress. It was light and clearly made for far warmer weather. Cocking his head the pale souless nordic warrior smiled a sharp toothed grin." Ah..a Greek. Its been..far too long since I had the taste of Greek god between my teeth."

Licking his lips his mouth was clearly covered in blood." Tell me Greek. What brings you to the nine realms? A death warrant? It's rather clear that Norse don't take kindly to the likes of you."

For only a moment, Hermes stood puzzled at the boldness of the apparent inlander. Who was this disdainful loudmouth? What business did he think he had to be vomiting arrant crass at an immortal? Not even a completely mindless simpleton would be so stupid to hurl fighting words!

Unless... this was no mere mortal. The Olympian squinted, then smirked, before responding.

"Ooooohh," he scoffed and pointed to the other, "You must be the puppy! How cute." Hermes had to admit, he wasn't quite expecting the oh-so-feared hound of Hel's gate to appear so... sapient in the flesh. It was a suprise indeed but not one that was enough to intimidate the god.

"Garmr, was it? Yes. Hello to you too. I am flattered by your heartfelt greeting, but, I haven't any time to play fetch on emissary duties as you know." Hermes gave a shooing gesture.

"So, do me a favour- and heel."

#ἀποκρίνω ||》 ANSWERED #berserkerofrealms #// throwing an apple at a hornets nest in classic hermes style

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...Isaac turned back to the dogs, snapping and snarling at their dinner. “Grupphund? That means ‘wolf’, right?” he asked.

“That’s what the outsiders call ‘em,” Hundelgi answered. “These ain’t full-blooded grupphund though. I couldn’t train ‘em if they were. No, they got the blood of Folkvaran mountain hounds in ‘em, that’s what makes ‘em smart ‘n loyal. But make no mistake; they’re no house pets! They’re vicious beasts! They’re bred for draggin’ sleighs and slayin’ draggers, so don’t go stickin’ yer hand anywhere near them bars, understand?”

“Okay,” said Isaac. He watched Hundelgi walk away. Her heavy boots crunched through the snow, fading into the distance. The second she turned a corner, he slipped through the creaky gate and dived into the horde of dogs.

“Puppies!” he squealed. The dogs’ aggression seemed to melt away in an instant. Suddenly they were bouncing and yapping all around him, tails wagging and tongues licking. They tackled him down into the snow and piled on top of him in a flurry of flying fur and drool. Isaac couldn’t control his laughter. He rolled around with the mongrels, wrestled them and ran circles with them in their pen until they were all worn out.

So much for vicious beasts, he thought, slipping back through the gate. He slid the lock shut, then turned around and bumped right into his captain. Evan glowered down at him with a scowl of disapproval, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His fur hood and eyelashes were tinged with frost. He’d been standing there the whole time, hadn’t he?

“Boy,” warned the captain. He needn’t say more, for his tone said it all.

Isaac’s gaze fell to his snow-caked boots. “Sorry,” he grumbled.

--Excerpt from "Age of the Grupphund"

Hundelgi: Don't touch those dogs! They're wild, vicious beasts! Seriously, they're not tame! They'll rip your face off!

Isaac:

Questions/Comments?

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"If Zack is the puppy, are you the hound?"

the general faces dead ahead - eyes away from the lad, a perpetual frown on his face. chadley's question comes with a sincerity that would have heidegger want to question the boy back.

he shoots a look toward him - sharp eyes beneath sharper brows, the hues of his gaze (though a warm honey), are hardly sweet.

"you compare us to dogs-?"

ironically, his words are a snarl - the curl of his lip, the very same as a hound's sneer.

heidegger could deny it all he wanted; tell himself he's always been more than that. more than the mere mongrel at shinra's side - perhaps the reason it hits a nerve is because it's true. the boy means nothing by it; a jest, nothing more. and yet, heidegger; heidegger sees the detractors of his enemies. derogatory comments said to him since he were a young man.

'nought more than shinra's dog' - shinra's bitch!

eyes perched on the boy; he holds gaze for a moment, a whisper in the back of his mind that tells him - the boy's kidding, he's playing around. he doesn't know any better.

were it anybody else...well, maybe he'd have snapped.

"we're men, chadley." his voice is firm; the old-fashioned notion that who they are somehow matters. "allow no-one to tell you otherwise."

and with that he takes his leave; turns heels and walks away. recalls the whisper that reminds him he really is nothing more than a hound. shinra's cur.

man's best friend - without the 'best friend'; merely 'man's'.

#(answered)#(ic)#chadley - :) heidegger - >:(#ksnvlksdv hes such a hipocrte tho this guy calls peeps dogs all the time #buuuttt i imagine its cause he sees it as an insult

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chilopodacrudus · 3 months

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Who do you Want to Be? Chapter 18: Round and round

CW: Graphic depictions of violence; cannibalism, cults, (extremely NON romanticized) physical and verbal abuse, major character death, death, blood and torture.

Piers found himself in the dark; alone, the static grew louder. He felt hands on him; ushering him over to the operating table, he thought he heard Johnny’s voice, he ignored it. A laugh; yea that was Johnny’s laugh ‘bastard’. He felt himself being strapped down; he felt the pistons and bolts of the muzzle being snapped back onto his face, he flexed his jaw and clenched his teeth shut before the latch in the muzzle sealed his mouth again. “Can’t have you barring your fangs at me until I give you your next present puppy.” He heard him that time; rolling his head to the side his vision snapped back as he felt himself being giving a shot causing him to snarl.

Johnny: “Whoa whoa; don’t worry...nothing like you gave your little girlfriend...no no no this is much more FUN, for both of us.” Johnny seized Piers by the chin and rested his forehead against his staring deep into his eyes. “You’ve been a bad dog Piers a very bad dog but bad dogs sometimes still get treats. Just a little something to...loosen you up, that’s all.”

Piers: He didn’t like the sound of that but his words wouldn’t come; time flickered past him and before long, something gripped him by the heart and wouldn’t let go a smirk on his face a sense of euphoria. He found himself laughing; Johnny took this as his cue.

Johnny: “Piiiers.” He snapped his fingers and patted along his cheek. “Got some questions for you before I turn you loose.” He licked along his teeth and spoke firmly. “Who was your last victim?”

Piers: His mind raced as he tried to think; spots before his eyes, flashes of color and faces as he tried to focus on Johnny. He rolled his head to the side and blurted out. “Bella.”

Johnny: An amused sneer on his face as he rested his hand on Piers’ chest. “No no no...Bella was MY last victim...you were just the weapon I used against her. Now Piers...really think back...your victim; who was YOUR last victim.”

Piers: The latch inside of him sprung open; a presentation of names and faces, he sorted through them, with a smile, yes, his last victim. “Lacey.”

Johnny: Sick satisfaction washed over him; he looked over to someone else seemingly in the room with them. “Good...good boy Piers...now...why did you kill your Lacey?”

Piers: ‘I loved her’ he blurted out “She Knew.” A smirk on his face; eyes struggling to focus now.

Johnny: “I see; so you had no choice then Piers...don’t worry about that…Now...a more personal question. Do you regret it?”

Piers: Pain washed over him but all he could do was laugh. “I hate myself.” These words came naturally. He tripped over his voice as he felt Johnny start to untie Piers from the table. He reached up and patted Johnny on the face just testing if he was real. “I hate myself...more...more everrrryyyy day.”

Johnny: Flinching in fear and excitement from Piers hands on his face; he gripped Piers wrist and kissed his palm resting his hand along the top of his head. His voice felt strangely sweet on Piers ears as the man whispered. “Well you don’t have to worry about any of that anymore boy...weapons don’t feel guilt.” Pulling Piers off of the table and onto his feet he held his hands out towards someone huddled up in the corner. “Got someone here to see you Piers. You two play nice and I’ll have something else very important for you to do...oh...quite soon.” He kissed Piers cheek and tugged him forward; briefly taking the muzzle remote out of his pocket to unlock his hounds fangs. “See you later boy.” Flashing a dark look to the someone in the corner he made his way up the stairs; locking the cage doors behind him.

Piers: Flexing his jaw as the muzzle unlocked; he laughed under his breath and rubbed his hands over the metal fangs, laughing harder as he saw how deep they cut. “Ouuuch…” Exhaling and stumbling forward; the splash of psychedelic color gave way to a visage in front of him, a visage that made him fall to his knees. “Ava?…” His voice sobered. “Ava...is that you?”

Allison: Johnny hadn’t filled her in on his plans; he hadn’t said anything to her at all. She got the picture pretty quickly. ‘This is bad this is really bad oh god Piers...what did he give you.’ She had to play it smart but she felt the string that firmly bound them together start to unravel. “Piers no; it’s Allison. Allison.” She got to her feet keeping herself flat up against the wall; watching as the beast crawled closer.

Piers: He was gone; reality had been tightly sealed away from him, out of his and everyone’s reach. He crawled forward until he reached her; pulling himself to his feet he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her into his chest. He sobbed. “Ava...am I dead?…” Pulling her away he stared into her eyes. “Are you a ghost?…” His mind flickered; he thought of her last moments, he thought of the song he played to her on his guitar, he had always wanted to know. “Did you hear me Ava?” He smiled sweetly; running his shaking fingers through her hair. “I played our song for you; did you hear it? I was never sure...I didn’t know if you were still there...but I played for you...like I always did...did you hear me play?” Desperation on his face as his hands tightened around her.

Allison: It was worse than she had thought. ‘You’re gone I lost you. We lost you. God Piers.’ “No Piers I’m not Ava...I’m Allison...I’m ALLISON.” Panic took her; she forced Piers down on his knees and back handed him across the face as hard as she was capable of, praying she change the channel in his brain.

Piers: A blinding white as he was hit; he steadied himself on his knees then looked up in a daze. Holding his hands on either side of this woman in front of him; looking up at her. The light again framing Allison’s face like a halo; who was this angel. “Heeeey there...you’re kinda cute.”

Allison: A new issue arose but one she much preferred to deal with. She placed her hands on either side of Piers cheek as he rose to his feet and loomed down. “Piers it’s me...Piers do you know me?”

Piers: He exhaled; he felt a crack inside of him making his whole body flinch as the latch snapped open. Laughing under his breath he spoke in a sing song voice as he picked this woman off of her feet and cradled her in his arms; spinning around and snapping his back against the wall. “I’m gonnna eaaaat youuuu~”

Allison: Fuck fuck fuck this was going south quick. “NO Piers...no...don’t do this.” She spoke loud and firmly; Piers found this cute.

Piers: “Just kidding! Oh...unless you want me to? Do you WANT me to eat you?” His vision flickered again causing him to nearly be sick; choking back bile. His attention turning back to Allison in an instant; a darker tone on his lips. “Just a taste though…?” His mouth watered; saliva dripping down the fangs of the mask. “Just a little taste…”

In an instant Allison felt a sharp heat in her shoulder as Piers seized his fangs into her flesh; a deep rolling groan escaping his lips. ‘What was this taste?’ It felt familiar to him as Allison’s blood poured down his throat. ‘I need more of it...maybe not too much? I don’t want to spoil my dinner…’ clenching his fangs in deeper as Allison stiffened up. ‘Don’t move; don’t fight this.’ Frantic thoughts entered Allison’s mind. ‘You just have to wait; he’ll be sober...he’ll have to be sober eventually. We can make it through this.’ Her heart fluttering; she steadied her breathing; slowly she reached up and slid her hands along Piers face. “That’s enough Piers. That’s enough.”

Piers: His mouth felt sore from how hard he was biting down; a voice rang out ‘That’s enough Piers’ ‘Ava?’ he thought briefly. No...this was someone else’s...scent...this scent...someone newer...someone...still alive? His eyes snapped open as he slowly opened his mouth; blood dripping from his lips, he whispered. “Allison?”

Allison: Flinching slightly from the relief of the pressure in her shoulder as pain took over. She gripped her hand over it and slid her fingers over the fresh wound. ‘It’s not as bad as it could have been…I won’t bleed out at least.’ Hearing her name she stirred to action. “YES Allison; it’s Allison Piers...Allison...it’s ME.” She needed to shut his mouth before he decided to bite again; seizing his face she clasped her lips against his, the taste of her blood in his mouth but she could barely register it.

Piers: His eyes went wide; back sliding down the wall as he felt Allison’s lips meet his own, partially blocked by the metal that covered them, nipping against her flesh but she didn’t care, he sighed into the kiss and met it in kind, slipping his tongue into her mouth and holding the back of her head with his hands as he sit tucked against the wall.

Allison: Holding her hands along Piers cheek she slowly pulled from the kiss and pressed her forehead against Piers’; tears streaming down her face. She now had a firm hold on the string that tethered them, she yanked at it as hard as she could, twisted around her wrist and tightened it. I’m not letting you get away from me that easily.

Piers: He chuckled under his breath; his mind spinning but he felt blackness coming. “Hey Allison…” He spoke in a hushed tone. “Are you flirting with me?” He poked the tip of his tongue out as he slid down the wall further; struggling to stay conscious, his arms loosely resting along her back.

Allison: She smiled; narrowing her eyes as she laid down in his lap, reaching up to his face and patting it softly. “Idiot.” She spoke out loud but not necessarily referring to Piers. “Go to sleep Piers...go to sleep.” ‘Idiot’ she thought again; a smile on her face. ‘This is who you picked as your savior? Idiot.’ Clenching her fingers into the bite wound on her shoulder; her eyes narrow and unfocused. She wrapped the string around in her mind; ‘My last hope, this mad dog on a hair trigger’ but somehow, that thought gave in to comfort and that comfort gave into peace at least for a short time.

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cainconfessionals · 4 months

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the whispering dog

i've never caught love that i didn't have to hunt down like a dog, but im tired of tracking your scent. my bones weigh me down like lead, and arthritis creeps into every last joint. soon my hearing will grow muffled, my sight blurry, and my howling hoarse.

the problem is that i was bred for the chase, for the vast rolling fields and the wide open sky. i was born for the scent of grass after fresh rain, to run until my panting breaths were one with the whistling wind, in relentless pursuit of my prey. and what that really means is that i was trained to retrieve with laser-focused precision, to go when called and fetch on command.

but now my legs are too long and my muscles just atrophy, and i don't think i've caught my breath since losing you. so i sit and wait for someone to let me out, but i've never been on the receiving end of obedience.

does desiring the leash make me any less feral? i pledged a lifetime to you, only to find i was counting ones while you were counting sevens. it was enough for me to curl up at the foot of your bed, or beneath your dinner table. waiting for you to come home, day after day. so please don't send me back out onto the streets. i didn't mean to bark, i just don't know how else to say i love you.

and loving is to a hound what hunting is to a human. maybe something went wrong during my domestication, or maybe i'm just the runt of the litter, but i've never known affection without fighting for scraps. so i'm sorry for licking my lips the moment i tasted our love in the air, sorry for biting down too hard when i knew it couldn't take the pressure. i'm sorry for baring my fangs and snarling, and i'm sorry i sink my teeth into every hand that reaches out.

all you ever taught me was to sit, stay, and go. now it's time for your last command, and it doesn't matter how hard i try to fight it, submission is coded into my genes. all i've ever known is loyalty, all i can do is obey. so i know you still don't want me, and i'm sorry that it's all my fault. i know you tried to teach me, and i'm still not good enough. it turns out i'm just an old dog, and that's one trick i can never learn.

and i know now that you can't just sit in a shelter and wait to be picked, making puppy eyes at every last visitor. now my fur is matted and turning grey, and my claws are blunt and chipped. no one wants the worn out stray, and my begging has gone from adorable to abhorrent. so if you will not keep me, then just put me down. spare me from closure if it will just feel like rejection. you have stripped me of my pack, of my instincts, of myself. what's one step further in the name of mercy? what's one more instruction to a lifetime of compliance? make this as quick and painless for the both of us, and all i'll ever be is grateful for it. ask me to roll over one more time, and i will never get up again.

you can do whatever you want to me. i will do whatever you want of me. why can't that be good enough?

#writing #poetry #longing #canine poetry

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jamietukpahwriting · 5 months

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And then, just when Henry had consoled himself by utterly despising the outlandish half brother who seemed to have no idea how to conduct himself, Rom would confound him by some spectacular act of courage, climbing fearlessly to the top of a tree so slender that even under Rom’s light weight it bent and swayed as if it must break. It was Rom, not Henry (though he too was present) who jumped into the river by the millrace to try to rescue a little village girl who had played too near the water’s edge—and even then Rom couldn’t behave like other children, for when he would have been a hero he lay down in front of the church door refusing to go inside because “God shouldn’t have let Dorcas drown.” It was Rom who found the black dog, snarling and wild, with his leg in a trap and who risked rabies and heaven knows what to free him—and soon Henry, dutifully walking his hound puppies, had the mortification of hearing Rom’s wonder dog—with his intelligence and fidelity—spoken of wherever he went. It was Rom—not Henry, the eldest son, the heir—who smelled burning one wild night in October and led the white Arab—Henry’s own horse, rearing and terrified to safety. No wonder Henry hated his younger brother, but there was nothing anyone could do. Mrs. Brandon’s efforts to shower her stepson with attentions began to border on the ludicrous; the General never betrayed by one flicker of his wise gray eyes that his younger son held his heart. Rom himself, at the beginning, looked up to Henry and longed for his companionship. It was useless. The jealousy that enslaved Henry was the stuff of myth and legend, and it grew stronger every year.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

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