#sad dogs barking in side yards

[mumblelard]

today i bought two pairs of pants and a black hoodie, ate nine leftover chicken wings, drank three faux claws, smoked one cigarette, talked to my girlfriend for one hundred seven minutes while she drove the back roads of rural georgia between family gatherings, cooked fourteen servings of boxed cornbread stuffing as part of my end of year cupboard clean out, visited with my daughter for forty-one minutes at her place, went to two stores that 'just stopped' developing chemical process film, and listened to two hundred forty-seven minutes of sad music or else

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my first of idk how many entries for @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob Wish Upon an Aide challenge. I don't normally finish and post a fic in a few hours but I was super inspired for some reason by this. This fic is set at the end of Theo's route chapter 6 the start of Chapter 7, no major spoilers if you haven't read it yet. Most of Theo and Mitsukis dialogue is pulled from the chapters except for at the end and it's written from Kings pov. I chose the yellow prompts Joy and Warmth, they are a bit subtle maybe but overall I think they come across okay. I use italics for when the pets are 'speaking' WC approx 1984.

Nice to Meet You King

Just a bit more…and got it!

There was a metallic clank and soon the door was being pushed open.

Where are you going?

That should be obvious, just look outside.

Cherie stood up on her back paws and strained to look out the window.

Vic be nice, I'm going to greet Theo of course!

Oh, have fun King.

Cherie pouted a bit and King slipped his paw through the bars of her kennel to pat the cub on the head.

I'll be back soon and I'll tell you all about it.

Do you want me to tell you a story until he gets back?

Yay!

King strode out of the kennel shaking his head leaving his friends behind. Vic would never admit it but King knew he was fond of Cherie, even if she was a cat.

Now he should be home soon. I just have to make my way to the gate and hmmm that scent…

King stuck his nose out and sniffed the air around him as a faint scent tickled his nose.

Theo has that scent on him lately…it must be her!

King started bounding across the yard at an incredible speed all while continuing to sniff at the air. The scent grew stronger and he came to a sudden stop near some bushes. Slowly he crept forward while taking a deep breath as if to steady himself.

She should be just on the other side, I wonder what she's like? If Theo likes her she must be nice.

King shook his head and peered around the bushes. His eyes widened as he examined the lady standing there. He had been wondering what she looked like, she was a bit smaller than he thought she'd be but she seemed strong and she had a gentle face.

She seems nice, I bet she'd give me lots of treats and belly rubs. I like her!

Just then King heard the distinct sound of the gate opening. He looked up tail wagging but as soon as he saw the look on Theo's face his tail stopped and head drooped.

He looks that sad-mad again, I wonder why he's always so-ah oh no!

King noticed that the lady was moving and he darted further back. He was confused, she had clearly seen Theo and yet she was hiding from him.

Why is she hiding? Does she not want to see Theo because he's sad-mad? Hmmm, oh I know how to fix this!

King bounded out from his hiding spot and leapt at the lady's back.

“Eek!!!”

The lady turned around and King got a good look at her eyes.

“Bark bark!”

Oh boy she smells even better up close, and her voice and eyes are really gentle. Sorry I scared you, I didn't mean to. I'm sure you can help me make Theo feel better though!

King knocked the lady over and began licking at her face.

“H-Hey that tickles! Shh…”

Nope, he'll notice any second now I know he will.

“King! Did you get out of the kennels again so you could come welcome me home?...Hm? Oh, Hondje. I didn't see you down there.”

See, I knew he'd notice any second! Hey what are you doing Theo? No, I want to cuddle her more!

King was wrestled off the lady by Theo.

No fair, and why do you look like that now?

“W-Welcome back. Is this your dog Theo?”

You didn't tell her about me! Why didn't you tell her about me?!

“Yes, that's right. Af, King. Hier.”

I want to go back! Better make a good impression on her though.

King swiveled his head at Theo's command and stood at attention.

Treat now? Please, I made you look good!

King gave Theo the very definition of puppy eyes.

“...All right, fine.”

Oh boy oh boy!

As soon as King saw the bone he pounced on Theo placing his big paws squarely on his chest.

This should work!

King bounced enthusiastically trying to get the bone from Theo.

“...Af! Nee, King! Sit! I said sit!”

Good boy Theo, it's working! Just a little bit more.

Just as King had planned, the lady started laughing uncontrollably.

“...Hey! What do you think you're laughing at?”

King looked between Theo and the lady anxiously waiting to find out if his plan worked.

“I can't help it! He won't listen to you at all! I think King’s the perfect name, because he's clearly the one in charge!”

Hehe, oh I really like her. I hope we get to keep her!

The lady kept laughing and King heard Theo sigh.

“... I don't even care anymore, not after seeing that silly look on your face.”

Oh good it worked. Theo's not sad-mad anymore.

“I had no idea you really had a dog, Theo”

Guess even though you spend a lot of time with her you still aren't there yet are you?

“A painter I knew just up and left, leaving King behind. So I took him in. I keep him in the kennels by the horse barn.”

Whoa!

Theo lifted King up and nuzzled his fur.

I love your cuddles. I bet she gives awesome cuddles too.

“I never thought you'd get big, that's for sure. No, I didn't!”

Cut it out, you're gonna embarrass me in front of…wait a minute what’s her name? She has a name right? Look Theo, the way she's smiling at you! Now it's gone, why did she stop smiling like that?

“He just left? And you don't know where he went?”

She's sad for me?

“Struggling artists lead very rough lives under intense pressure. He probably fled at night because he couldn't pay rent.”

Don't tell her that you idiot, you'll just make her more sad! Don't be sad nice lady, I'm really happy here with Theo and everyone else! Well I could do without Arthur, he's always with Theo though and I guess he's a good friend but. I don't like how he always seems to smell like death. Did you know death has a smell?

“But to this little one, his owner was all he had. …And I know how painful it is to lose someone who was your whole world.”

King hung his head for a moment and let out the softest whine.

At the time maybe, but not anymore. Now you're my world Theo, I just wish you weren't so sad all the time.

The three of them stood in silence for a moment. Clearly the lady didn't know what to say to help Theo at the moment and King watched as the leaves blew in the breeze.

“I’m sure he likes his old owner better.”

What? No Theo! Why do you always have to think so-

“No, I'm sure King was so happy you found him and gave him a new home, Theo. Otherwise he wouldn't sneak out to greet you, right?”

That's right! Oh your hands are soo soft.

King closed his eyes for a minute but partially opened one up just in time to see a smile on Theo's face.

“I hope you're right.”

Don't worry she is.

“...Ah, I almost forgot.”

Aww why are you putting me down? Oh is that another bone?

King wagged his tail in anticipation of another treat but instead Theo pulled something out of his bag instead.

What's that, not food. Is it for the lady? You got her a treat too!

“... That's an awfully pretty magnifying glass for you, Theo. Did your other one break?”

….I can see why you wouldn't think it was a gift but-

“No, silly. This is yours.”

Uggh don't call her silly.

“What…? It's for me?”

Ok if you keep saying things like that you're not helping yourself.

“You're helping me with work for a month, right? You need the proper tools if you're going to be examining paintings so much.”

That's right, wait what? She’s helping you with work? And what do you mean for a month? What happens after a month Theo? Theo?

King tilted his head to the side and started to look nervously between the two.

“Hey, Theo. Why are you letting me help you with work?”

King looked at Theo.

“I already told you. So I can keep an eye on you.”

“Are you sure that's it?”

No, he's lying! I don't know why but go on, tell her the truth. See she can see your holding back in your eyes.

“...Yes, that's it.”

Uggh now who's the silly one. Look you made her upset now, why can't you just be honest?

King hung his head and let out a silent growl.

“But if you don't like it you can quit at any time."

No, no she can't! Don't say something so stupid, bad Theo!

“... What?”

“Everyone's been on my case saying I'm forcing you to come with me. What? Isn't that why you asked? Because you don't like it?”

No, that's not it!

“No, that's not it at all!”

See? Are you really that clueless as to what's happening here, or do you just not want to see it?

King sat and stared up at Theo and tilted his head ever so slightly in thought. Theo started to put the magnifying glass away but the lady grabbed his hand.

“Oh? So you do like it?”

She likes you.

“I never hated it, Theo. I mean I still don't know what I'm doing-”

Heh you're not the only one.

“But coming with you to look at paintings is, you know…fun.”

Theo, Theo do you see that! Do you hear how fast her heart's beating?

King stood up wagging his tail furiously but it stopped as soon as he heard Theo laugh.

“I was only joking, Hondje. Don't worry, I'll work you extra hard tomorrow, so don't be sad.”

“Who said I was sad?!”

That wasn't funny, if you mess this up Theo…

“Go on and take it. It's yours.”

“Thanks. I'll take good care of it.”

“What are you smirking for, hm?”

“Hehe…nothing.”

King continued to look between the two watching their changing expressions. He noticed the lady's cheeks turning progressively redder before she spoke again.

“I should really go help Sebastian with dinner.”

The lady bent down to King and he sat for her as she scratched him behind the ears with her dainty fingers causing his tail to wag furiously.

“It was nice to meet you King, I hope I get to see you again later.”

Yes please, I would love to see you again and get more scratches.

“You can visit King any time, Hondje. What kind of owner would I be if I didn't socialize you properly.”

No no no, very bad Theo!

“Very funny Theo.”

King saw the lady roll her eyes before she headed back to the mansion. Once the lady was out of sight completely he hung his head and whined. Theo sighed then reached down to stroke his head.

“So what did you think of Hondje boy?”

King started to wag his tail and pant.

I liked her a lot. She's so full of life and joy and warmth.

Theo was still looking in the direction the lady had left in, he seemed to be thinking about something.

“She looked so lost and frightened when she got here. I just want to help her, make her happy if I can.”

Theo…you can.

King looked up at Theo just as he cleared his throat.

“ There's something special about her you-whoa.”

King got up on his hind legs resting his paws on Theo's chest just as he had done earlier and looked right into Theo's eyes.

She really is Theo. She was so kind and warm and gentle, do you realize how fast your heart's beating? She's everything you need and she could bring you so much joy Theo if you only let her so please, please don't mess this up.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Remember that dog that tried to bite me? Well, today he kept me trapped on Mom's porch for a full hour....petting him!

There I was, on the porch when the dog spotted me from the neighbor yard. He didn't bark like he always has but made this little whine and started running. With one leap he was on the porch beside me, shoving his head under my hand to be petted.

He absolutely did not want me to get away from my duty to pet him. He leaned his full, substantial weight against me, pinning me to the posts. Since this was the first time he'd acted this way I thought I should go easy. After half an hour I managed to get to the nearby seat, but he just got on top. If I stopped petting him for even a second he shoved my hand back.

For a while we sat there, resting our heads together on the arm rest, side by side. He licked my nose but wouldn't look at me. He never looks you in the face. Which is fine. He can just be very hard to read compared to other dogs, always stony faced, looking away, and still. His face while cuddling was the same as it had been growling.

When I finally absolutely had to go he stood behind the car and refused to budge. So, I got out, and the second I did he leapt about like a hyper puppy! I'd never seen him play before, and now he wanted to play with me. I had to lead him back home, to his home, and get him distracted with the other dog there so I could make a break for it.

So I dunno. Are we friends now? I asked him to please remember this next time. He sad nothing. I guess he wants it to be a surprise...

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 7: Noisome

Rating: G

Word Count: 522

Warnings: Extreme cuteness

Summary: Hades has just moved into Elpis Farm after his marriage to his new wife, Persephone, and is less than enthused about their third houseguest. [Stardew Valley AU]

Master Post

"Oh, come on, he's part of the family!"

"Absolutely not."

Persephone knelt on the ground, both arms slung around her massive black and brown dog, his square head tilted and tongue lolling at the newest occupant of the farm. Hades crossed his arms and glared at Cerberus with undisguised disgust.

"Such a noisome beast should be left outside with the rest of the livestock you keep here," he snipped, and Cerberus let out a little whine.

"Oh, he's not a beast, he's a precious little baby!" Persephone's voice took on a childlike tone as she babbled at the dog, who wagged his tail faster but never looked away from Hades. He scoffed.

"I'll not be sharing a bed with this mangy creature," he insisted, and Persephone draped herself more over the dog's broad back.

"If you think he smells, maybe you should give him a bath," she suggested, eyes glinting. "After all, I just have so much work to do around the farm already." Hades, clearly pushed to his limit, turned and stalked back inside to continue putting away his things, and Cerberus looked back at Persephone with a sad whimper.

"Oh, don't worry, he'll come around," she assured him, patting his wide head. "Now be a good boy and protect the chickens while I'm gone today, okay?" Cerberus barked and trotted off for the chicken yard, while Persephone turned to head to the mines.

~°•○•°~

Persephone returned long after sundown, pack heavy with metals and coal as she dragged it home, dropping it on the ground at the door to the farmhouse before heading to the bathroom.

She noticed with a frown that everything seemed to be just slightly out of place, but brushed it off as Hades adjusting things to how he liked them. It didn't bother her, so she stripped off her clothes, gave herself the fastest wash she could manage, and changed into a plain pair of shorts and a small top for bed. She padded to the bedroom and stepped inside.

And found a scene she...was not expecting.

As usual, Hades was nestled snugly down into the blankets, only his hair and face peeking out on his pillow. But at his feet -- likely on his feet if her judge of his height was correct -- was Cerberus, fur looking shiny, freshly bathed and brushed. The dog's eyes cracked open and he wagged his tail slowly, but didn't rise to greet her, instead favoring his new spot. Persephone couldn't help the smile on her face as she crossed to her side of the bed and crawled in, curling into Hades' side as he wrapped one arm around her.

"Not a word," he mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed, as Cerberus slowly crawled up to his other side before resting his square head on his paws with a sigh. Hades patted his head with his free hand and the dog let out a small noise of contentment.

"I knew you'd get along."

"Hush, you."

Persephone smiled at that, letting the exhaustion of the day claim her, content in her husband's warmth and the small snores from Cerberus lulling her into oblivion.

[Concept inspired by the mod created by @keytarsolo, if you like Stardew and Hades you should go check out their Romanceable Emet Selch mod!]

[manwalksintobar]

One Day  // Philip Levine

Everyone knows that the trees will go one day and nothing will take their place. Everyone has wakened alone in a room of fresh light and risen to meet the morning as I did before I came upon this name and this sad nature by which others know me. How long have we waited quietly by the side of the road for someone to slow and ask why? The light is going, first from between the long rows of dark firs and then from our eyes, and when it is gone we will be gone. No one will be left to say, "'He took that stick and marked off the place where the door would be," or "She held the child in both hands and sang the same few tunes over and over."                              Before dinner we stood in line to wash the grease from our faces and scrub our hands with a hard brush, and the pan of water thickened and grayed, a white scum frothed on top, and the last one flung it all in the yard. Boiled potatoes, buttered and salted, onions, thick slices of bread, cold milk, the smell of coffee from the kitchen. I felt my eyes slowly closing, you smoked in silence.                                         What life were we expecting? Ships sailed from distant harbors without us, the telephone rang and no one answered, someone came home alone and stood 66for hours in the dark hallway. A woman bowed to a candle and spoke as though it could hear, as though it could answer. My aunt went to the back window and called her small son, gone now for 17 years into the closed wards of the state, called his name again and again, and her tears fell into nothing. What could I do? Answer for him who'd forgotten his name? Take my father's shoes and go into the streets?                                        Yes, the sun has risen again, I can see the windows change and hear a dog barking. The wind buckles the slender top of the alder, the conversation of night birds hushes, and I can hear my heart regular and strong. I will live to see the day end, as I lived to see this hand grow long and spotted. As I lived to see the earth turn molten and white, then to metal, then to whatever shape we stamped into it as we laughed the long night hours away or sang how the eagle flies on Friday. When Friday came, the early hours perfect and cold, we cursed our only lives and passed the bottle back and forth.                                                               Some died. I turned and he was gone, my friend with the great laugh who walked cautiously and ate with his head down, like a bear, his coarse hair almost touching the plate. The tall one with arms no thicker than a girl's, who cursed his own swollen face as though he could have another. 67The one whose voice lilted softly when he raised a finger and spoke. Gone in pain and fear. I sat beside him, helpless, trying to describe the sea as I had seen it, but it was lost, distant and unseen, perhaps no longer there under a low sky. I wanted to tell him how the waves darkened and left only the sound of their breaking, and after a silence we learned to bear, it all came back. He turned away to the wall and slept, and I went out into the city. It was I who'd held his wife and felt the small bones of her back rising and falling as she did not cry. Later I would see my son from a distance and not call out. I would waken that night beside a sleeping woman and count each breath.                          Soon it was summer, afternoon, the city hid indoors in the great heat, the hot wind shrivelled our faces. I said, ''They're gone." The light turned from red to green, and we went on. "If they're not here," you said, "Where are they?" We both looked into the sky as though it were our only home. We drove on. Nothing moved, nothing stirred in the oven of this valley. What was there left to say? The sky was on fire, the air streamed in the open windows. We broke free beyond the car lots, the painted windows, the all-night bars, the places where the children gathered, and we just went on and on, as far as we could into a day that would never end.

[infinityblaze]

The cafe you own is "quaint", some have described it. You were never sure what that meant. On the inside it had green walls and darker wood tones for the seats and counter. The outside is white with deep blue accents. There are a few tables outside and a large oak tree hanging over the front. The sky is in a constant twilight. You and your baking associate are the only two in this place.

You remolded the place after the Art Nouveau movement much to the dismay of your associate. You think it's wonderful! Fantastical. People seem to like it. You're sure they all think it's just a weird dream.

But this is the Cafe Between life and death. You take the drinks you make very seriously.

A new person came in, she didn't have to order, you already knew this older woman wanted tea and your associate knew she wanted a scone. You both walked up to the table together with her order.

"Thank you, you two!" She smiled, the wrinkles on her face seemed like paper bark. She had remarkably dry skin. You saw a vision of her using crutches as mobility aids.

"It's our job." Your associate said curtly.

"We're happy to serve you as long as you need!" You beamed.

"Where am I?" She asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Between the land of the living and the dead." You told her. And you saw her look grave. You tilted your head quizzically and took an elbow jab for your associate. You looked over at him and he was giving you a side eye.

She shook the look of her face and drank more tea. Your college stalked away back to the counter and started organizing his section. You pursed your lips at him and turn back to the woman.

"I have three grand children," She was looking past you, but also at you. Memories played at her mind. You could see them. Twins, born to her eldest, and a single child born to her youngest. The only girl, one of the twins, was inspecting the old woman's shelf of gemstones. Asking about all of the ones that caught her eye.

The brother, chasing the woman's dog around the yard at her house. He seemed to be having fun the dog maybe not so much.

The other boy was much the same as the girl, intrigued by the stones. He far more interested then the girl, as her life long loved lied elsewhere. Unlike this boy.

You saw visions of the twins preforming on stages, her reading books to them, the girl's dance concerts. The boy's juggling. The youngest's admiration for the two.

She was sad.

"If I go to the other side," She frowned, "I know I won't be there for some of their big achievements. The twins, they're graduating High school this year! And the youngest, I have so much more I want to teach him."

You smiled at her, and effort to comfort her. But it might not have worked as intended. You could see their possible futures laid out before you. The girl, a popular artist or struggling lover, the boy a well known writer or actor. The youngest a geologist or never leaving the nest.

"Your grand kids have to become people without you at some point," You sighed, "It doesn't have to be now, but you need to be able to deal with that." You watched the woman drink her tea, her white bobbed hair falling over her face. You saw her worrying about all of the volunteer and church work she did.

"You've left an impact on so many people," You've seen people be torn like this. Her life physically is painful, she can move around much anymore, and her fall at home that caused this was because of that. She knows she's done so much, but that it's enough for her to be happy moving on. It's the kids...

"Will they be okay? My daughters, my grand kids?" She looked at you with pleading eyes. You bite the inside of your cheeks. You focused for a moment and saw them.

"It'll hurt," You said, "Loss always does. But they're all strong enough to get to the other side. You can watch. They would want you to."

You could see tears well up in the woman's eyes. She blinked them away quickly.

"You don't have to make the dissension now," You smiled, "There's no limit. The doctors will take care of you for as long as you stay here, and we will as well."

"This isn't my first time here" She laughed, "But I had less to go back to that time."

"I remember," You nodded at her. She died on an operating table some 20+ years ago.

"I'll have to think," She frowned, "Thank you, Micheal."

"No problem, ma'am!" You smile and walk back to your associate.

"Do you think she'll go back?" He asked as you past behind him.

"No, I don't. Astaroth," You looked back at the woman, "She's tired. I think she'll be relived."

Astaroth nodded. "I'll keep an eye on her." He jabbed his head in the direction of the entrance and on the brick path you see a new person coming up. A hot chocolate. You get to work. A practiced rhythm. A choreographed dance as you and Astaroth work around each other. An Archangel and a Demon Duke and the cafe between Life and Death.

You still laugh thinking about it.

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Dedicated to my Grandmother, I miss you.

You run a café on the edge of life and death. Souls who have been departed from their bodies temporarily, such as in comas or near-death experiences, can relax in your quaint cafe for as long as they need before they can either return to their bodies or begin their journey to the afterlife.

[wyatt-06]

HOW TO GROOM BEARDED COLLIE?

The bearded collie is a herding dog that came from Scotland at the beginning of the 19th century. Although the breed looks to have unlimited activity, bearded collies make wonderful family companions. Beardies are dedicated and fond of people, which means that they need a lot of care and a family owner who is eager and ready for many experiences. It is suggested that houses have large properties or at least a large yard. This extra room will assist in avoiding danger for these busy individuals since they are awake naturally and like looking at things. Bearded Collies are wonderful additions to families with children, other pets, and visitors. Make sure to begin their training at an early age so that these balls of energy are well-adjusted to their lifestyle. Obedience, agility, and training are additional ways of keeping your pet's extremely clever minds busy.

APPEARANCE:

Bearded Collies are commonly confused for English sheepdogs because of their appearance. In general, these canines are medium, lengthy, and muscular in stature. The coat and eyes are two of the most distinguishing features of the breed. It may be difficult to see behind all of these hairs, but the eyes of this breed are inspiring. Among many other things, they were termed inquisitive, expressive, intelligent, and gentle. The fur is always in the dog's eyes, which is a distinctive characteristic of the race. The bearded collie's coat is quite beautiful when well-maintained.

LIVING REQUIREMENTS:

In nearly every manner, beardies are highly maintained. Due to their lengthy, double coats, they need their coats blown dry every day to stay well, and every 6–8 weeks, a bath is required. Many owners decide to carefully care for their Beardie. Bearded Collies don't have a hypoallergenic effect, and they shed a bit. They shed extensively every year, and it can continue for up to one month, but the daily brushing will do a lot to clean up. They may be friendly to outsiders, but they like guarding and will be on high alert, barking if necessary. To keep their sharp little minds occupied, you'll need to take them outside every day and give them lots of training. They are also adept at herding, tracking, and therapeutic work. They are not a breed for the faint of heart, and you must be prepared to teach them regularly and forcefully from the beginning.

HEALTH ISSUES:

Preventative measures for your pet include taking/ her to regular veterinary checkups, brushing the teeth every week and keeping the coat clean and free of mats and tangles. Also, it may be easy to forget to check those ears hiding under all that hair but doing so will prevent dirt and wax buildup. Eye exams are recommended for this breed. Although the Bearded Collie breed is generally a healthy one, you should consider the following list of potential health issues; bear in mind your Beardie may live a long healthy life and not be affected by any of them.

Eye diseases

Cancer

Addison's disease can affect the adrenal glands in dogs, causing dehydration, poor energy, and sadness, which may be detected by a blood test.

Joint problems

Hypothyroidism is an endocrine disease that can impact many areas of your dog's health, so you should have this blood test if you notice anything unusual.

TIPS FOR GROOMING:

When grooming a dog, some people like the dog to be lying flat on its side, while others want the dog to be upright. Do what seems right to you.

Start with the bristle brush and pull the coat up, starting at the bottom and working your way up in layers, ensuring that the entire coat is covered. Brush in a coat-restorer or conditioner to help with hair separation.

Working with a pin brush, go over the coat one more. Any mats will become visible at this stage and may be worked on with the brushes first, then the wooden wide-toothed comb.

A comb should only be used after the coat has been combed using a brush; otherwise, any knots would pull heavily and give discomfort to the dog. If the dog's coat is matted, don't bathe him; the coat must be clear of tangles before you start.

Use a good quality conditioner and a protein pH-balanced shampoo for the Bearded Collie.

Blow-dry the coat while brushing it with a pin brush. To improve texture and avoid matting or cracking, use a lanolin lubricant. After shampooing and rinsing, some people apply a straightening conditioner that is brushed or combed in. However, this isn't actually necessary because a Beardie coat can be wavy in the show ring and doesn't have to be perfectly straight.

Check the dog's nails, ears, and teeth for any signs of infection.

YOU CAN USE THESE AWESOME PRODUCTS TO KEEP YOUR PET HEALTHY -

1. ANDIS STANDARD SELF CLEANING SLICKER BRUSH:

Andis standard self-cleaning slicker brush move knots and dirt. The best feature of this brush is the self-cleaning button, which removes dog hair from the brush. The pins on this brush are of high quality and are also loved by pet parents and pet professionals. With regular use of these high-quality self-cleaning slicker brushes, you will see 90% less shedding and will also increase your bond with your dog.

2.  ANDIS DBLC PULSE ZR II CORDLESS CLIPPER:

The popular heavy-duty Andis DBLC Pulse ZR II Cordless Clipper now comes with a removable battery and a longer run time, providing you more clipping time. A powerful 5-speed heavy-duty engine powers this clipper. It ensures that all the types of coats are properly groomed. For a more refined look, it runs cooler.

 

3. TRIXIE DOG DESHEDDING MASSAGE BRUSH:

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4. GROOMER’S GOOP GLOSSY COAT SHAMPOO:

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[ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall]

i was feeling depressed yesterday and pretty down bc

monday i stopped and fed a little brown dog that ive seen hanging out at a certain corner but he has not been consistently there. i told myself next time i see him i will stop and feed him bc its cold and i dont want him to be hungry too. so i parked and walked up and left him a plate of wet food and left. i noticed he did not look malnourish or too thin, not fat but healthy i guess i did snap a pic of him to post online if i hear of anyone looking for such a dog

tuesday i did not see little brown dog but driving down the narrow road in front of the trailer park a small white grey and black chihuahua ran out of there(where dogs usually run out of and many have died from vehicle accidents as u see dead animals in the grassy median, at one point there was 4) i stopped to try to pick it up out of the road and danger but it was scared of me and was running around in traffic to avoid me in which i believe i was making things worse but luckily had a dry dog food i sprinkled to the side of the road after a lady and her bf drove by and she suggested it and forced him to give me some of his pumpkin seeds he was snacking on, he had a look on his face like he was annoyed by me but fck him honestly. i made a trail of dog food and this is the premium bil jac that tastes good and the dog went for it and i lead the trail back to the trailer park in hopes it will keep doggy out of the main road. when i drove back the opp way after picking up my son i still saw the dog eating the food i left.

wednesday did not see grey and black chihuahua or brown dog in the morning. but at 8am, the house on the corner which i seen a hairy white dog in the backyard. i saw him out there laying in the grass and looked sad and i assumed he lived outside :( backyard is quite cluttered and stored with many things a dog can hide in, but being in the cold is still being in the cold.

that night i was so emotionally upset thinking of all the strays, lost or dogs that have to live outside, we had freezing temps this winter this is so concerning for me and sometimes when i think about it it makes me feel so depressed and i get this sadness so i try not to think of it. i just love dogs so much and my dog has changed my life and i just want them all to be happy and safe and fed and i know many tragedies and unfairness they have been through before me and will continue after me and the area i am looking out for is such a small area compared to the entire city, state, country, world but if i can just help 1 dog i will feel better.

thursday morning- this morning

i said i will go to yard of fluffy white dog and give him a bil jac dry food snack to try to cheer him up. i parked my car and walked up. he was no where to be seen but he is a barky little guy he was very expressive on monday when i was feeding the other dog. while taking a stroll by, 2 dogs ran out and starting barking at me. lo and behold! brown dog was in yard with white fluffy dog and it looks like they may have came from inside the house. i sprinkled some food and left. when i got in my car and drove away the dogs went back inside i am assuming bc they were no where to be seen as i was driving off. it put my mind to rest a bit knowing fluffly white dog is not an outside dog and that brown dog has a home and must get out and roam but still there is so many cars in the area.

[yaoi-life96]

Monsters Within

Summary: After complete radio silence from nosy Reporter and informant Freddie Lounds and a mysterious email, Detective Will Graham is sent off by his boss to investigate her disappearance. The investigation leads him to the Murkoff Corporation and their involvement in the Mount Massive Asylum, which has been shut down before being reopened to house the criminally insane. Will heads to the asylum in the hopes of finding the missing Reporter. If only he knew what monsters lie inside...

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CHAPTER 3

Will finally arrives home, driving out to the middle of nowhere with his nearest neighbor a mile away. Perfect for an introvert such as himself.

Climbing out of his truck, the dark haired man makes his way up the porch to his front door. Where the sounds of happy barking greet him.

Smiling, he opens the door for his pack of dogs to rush out, sniffing him and wanting pets. Will happily pets his dogs before letting them run out to the yard to use the bathroom and play. Except Winston who stays by his side.

Out of all his dogs, Winston was the most in tuned with Will's mental state.

Kneeling down, he strokes his dogs fur, sighing sadly.

"I have to go to a dangerous asylum to look for a nosy reporter I don't like, and what's worse is something tells I might not make it back." sighed Will.

Winston whines, leaning more into his owner. Will smiles and stands back up, heading inside with the door open for the dogs.

He'll have dinner and then pack a bag for his decent into the asylum. Joyous.

But, he'll spend the rest of the day and the night with his dogs. The only beings that brings him any happiness and keeps him sane.

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Opening his bag, Will looks through it to make sure he has everything.

Video camera with night vision

Batteries

Food and water

Flashlight

System hacker from Jimmy

And the special walkie that should beat any radio scrambler

Nodding to himself, he closes the bag to throw it over his shoulder. Dressed in a gray plaid shirt with a dark colored jacket, Will heads to the front door.

Placing a hand on the doorknob, the sound of several dogs whining stops him. Looking back, seven furry heads stare at him, ears down, tails drooped with very sad eyes.

"Oh, I know, but I sadly have a job to do, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford a roof over our heads." said Will.

Winston leads the pack as all the dogs swarm Will, pressing in close with more whines. They didn't want him to leave.

Falling to the ground, the dark haired man wraps his arms around his dogs, pulling them in to press his face in soft, warm fur that smelled like home.

As he hugs his pack close, a knock sounds at his door. Reluctantly pulling away, Will stands and opens the door to reveal Alana Bloom.

"Hey Will, I got your message about watching your dogs, where is Jack sending you this time?" she asked.

"I can't say, Jack had me sign a bunch of papers about keeping all cases quiet." said Will.

The woman nods to step inside, happily greeting the dogs. But the dogs ignore her, all choosing to move back to Will, whining.

"They really don't want you to leave." commented Alana.

"They dont, but as I told them, I need the money to keep a roof over our heads." joked Will.

She just nods her head and the dark haired man heads out the door. He reaches his truck when Alana jogs a bit down the porch.

"Will, I'm worried about you, are you sure you have to go on whatever crusade Jack has set up?" asked Alana.

"He's my boss, not to mention Jack Crawford, it's impossible to tell him no." he shrugged.

Frowning, she lets Will hop into his truck and he starts it up. Pulling away from the house, Will looks back to see Alana holding back Winston.

His dog barks after him, breaking the man's heart. He really hopes this won't be the last he sees his dogs.

If it is, at least he knows Alana would take great care of them. Or at least find them good homes.

[daisylu-rocketdog-blog]

In the past few years of my adult life, I've endured many different types of suffering with the expectation that on the other side of it was the end goal where I would no longer suffer. I would reach my prize for being noble, whatever it was. That was usually the life model that events around me fell into. Frankly, the type of suffering that comes from grieving Daisy feels new to me. I can buy flowers for her grave, I can find old photos of her, I can search the attic for old journal entries and scrapbook pages about her, and I can memorialize her in all the ways I choose. But at the end of the day, I will never see her again. None of those things will bring Daisy Lu back. I will never see her run across the yard for me or bark or whine or play with her squeaky toys or give her a bite of my potato or meat.

I have to keep "realizing" this, or telling myself this, as if I've never heard of death as a concept before. I have dealt with it. My father's mother passed away while I was in college. Another dog I had passed away while I was in college, too.

I think the difference is that I was able to be emotionally distant from those things. They happened while I was away at school. I was not there when my previous dog Ole was put down. I didn't spend final moments with my grandmother, and even after I went to her funeral, I went right back to school and was distracted again by college band and studying and being surrounded by a hundred friends at once. I was sad, but honestly, I was not nearly this sad. I've felt kind of bad about that.

I guess with Daisy, it's different. I'm out of school now and I'm working. I'm not so distracted with working that I wouldn't think about it. It's all I can think about, in fact. I'm managing to get work done, but sometimes I do so through tears. I take breaks to write a post here or check on her Memorial page. I'm hurting to my core. My appetite hasn't been great, I stopped going to the gym, I haven't listened to music in a week, and I haven't seen anyone other than my partner and my parents. I don't want to. I barely want to talk to anyone.

I guess the goal is simply grieving, and healing, but even then I will never reach the end. I will always miss her until the day I join her. I'm only hoping it doesn't hurt as much as the days go on. I love and miss you so much, Daisy Lu ❤️

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

Doggo

Carlos Oliveira x GN! Reader

You and Carlos have been dating for half of a month now, and for the first time he was coming over. It made you very nervous, very. Carlos was a great guy, charming, teasing, strong, funny, etc. He was the golden retriever male that you were lucky to get. The main reason why he wanted to come over so bad was because you had a dog, that's what made you nervous.

He knew you had a dog, but you didn't tell him the breed. Your dog wasn't dangerous, he was actually very sweet and loving, although most people didn't think so. In fact, very many people walked away very quickly or changed streets because of it. A woman with two children even called the police on you multiple times for him just being outside, in the yard, in a fenced in area.

"Y/N, baby! I'm here!" Carlos called as he knocked on the door. Your dog, Pyro, started barking.

"You can come in, I'll be there in a minute!" You called back, putting away the last of your clothes. Pyro's nails clanked against your wooden floors as the door opened. You panicked, Pyro was at the door!

Slamming your closet door shut and running to the front door in fear that maybe Carlos saw him as a threat. But when you turned the corner, you froze at the scene a few feet in front of you.

Carlos had a large smile on his face, your dog was wagging his stumped tail. His large hands rubbed all over Pyro's slim body, making small wheeze sounds because of how excited he was.

You were so relieved, he didn't see your Doberman as a dangerous dog.

"As look at you, such a cute good boy~" Carlos made a kissy face as he baby talked to Pyro. He looked up at you, his beloved glory of a partner, "baby, you never told me you had such a sweet guard dog."

A large sweet smile was on his goofy face.

"Well, uhm, I didn't know how you would react. I haven't had a lot of good interactions with other people about him," you chuckled nervously.

Carlos stood up and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Softly swaying the both of you side to side, it slowly become just picking you up and twirling you around.

"Carlos!" You yelled as he twirled with you in his arms in circles until he hit the edge of the couch. Both of you falling over in a fit of giggles.

Your boyfriend held you very close as he continuously kissed your head. Your face was smashed in his chest, but you were okay with it.

Once he was done showing his affection, he just held you, it was a very peaceful moment. Until your black and tan Doberman, Pyro, jumped on top of both of you.

The door opened as nails clanked against the wooden floor, the sound of keys being set down on a side table. It's been two years since your boyfriend met Pyro. Between that day and now, he came over very frequently, he started taking him on walks, playing with him, and dealing with people who see him as a threat. Carlos even trained Pyro to be protective just in case if someone were to break in while he wasn't there.

In fact, your lovely boyfriend moved in, now you didn't have to deal with a 'cruel Carlos-less world'. His words, not yours.

Pyro ran up to you, his stumped tail wagging as he circled around you. Telling you that both him and Carlos were home. But for some reason, he seemed a lot more excited than he usually would be.

"Hey mi amor, how's dinner coming' along?" He asked as his arms hugged you from behind. His chin resting a top of your head.

"It's almost done," your right hand raised to his head and started to scratch his head.

Carlos hummed happily, he knew he was going to make the right choice. Giving your body a soft squeeze, earning a little giggle from you.

"Hey baby, would you marry me?"

You froze on sight at his question, a thousand thoughts ran through your mind. Was he testing your love? Was he maybe joking with you? Was he maybe trying to find a reason not to leave you? They quickly turned into dark and sad thoughts.

"Hey baby, what's wrong? Did I say something? I'm sorry," he began to give your cheek lots of kisses. You could hear the panic in his voice, it made you feel guilty.

"Huh, no baby you did nothing wrong. I was just caught off guard by your question," you turned your head to meet his lips.

Turning in his arms to wrap your arms around his neck. But as you turned, your hand brushed something that was in his pocket. It was in a small box shape, it made you interested.

A loud bark caught both of your guys's attention, Pyro knocked the both of your over. Overly excited as the box fell out of his pocket. The thing in the now opened box made your heart skip a beat.

"Carlos?"

The black and tan Doberman nudged the opened box to Carlos.

"Uh, heh," he picked up the ring out of the box, "so uhm, about my question?"

He had that same big stupid smile on his face, just like the day you met him, and the day he met Pyro.

You quickly nodded, it was a sweet moment, it got even sweeter when Pyro jumped between you two. He was panting and wagging his stumped tail, both of you started laughing.

Nothing else could be more perfect, and if you could be honest, you've never felt so safe in your life. A loving guard Doberman and a tall Golden Retriever boyfriend.

[shanastoryteller]

Underworld Dreams

i feel the need to clarify that this isn’t fiction writing, that these are about real dreams and real events that happened to me, and i was just thinking of them and thought - i should write these down 

i don’t remember my dreams, generally, and i don’t tend to put much stock in the meanings of dreams, generally

but sometimes i have dreams that are stickysharp, that are very vivid, and that feel very real to me for the first few seconds after i wake up, and then i’m always filled with an embarrassing amount of relief that no matter what’s going on in my life currently, those problems aren’t my problems

my friends call them my underworld dreams

~

the first one i had was one i was very young, less than six years old, and i don’t remember much from my actual life from that age with clarity that i remember this dream. i was alone on the street, searching for someone, but everything was empty. i wasn’t scared. then i come across two dogs, fancy poodles, but they’re not right. they see me and immediately begin arguing. “what’s she doing here? she’s not supposed to be here.” “get rid of her” “she’s here now, she might as well stay” “she’s not supposed to be here!” and i try and interrupt, but then they’re looking at me, looming, so much bigger than me when they hadn’t been before, until they’re all teeth, and i’m running. all i hear is barking, and i’m not nor have i ever been afraid of dogs, but i run and my chest hurts but no matter where i look i’m alone. the dogs aren’t there, aren’t chasing me, but i don’t know where to go. i look around and i realize that everything’s in black and white. that the only things that hadn’t been a shade of grey had been the those two dogs. life isn’t shades of grey, i remember suddenly, and i bend over to pick up one of the grey bricks lining the sidewalk. i hold it in both hands and break it in half and liquid cement pools from the broken brick onto the ground. “oh,” i say, with relief, “it’s not real. this is a dream. i can leave now.”

then i wake up. 

~

my mother dies a week before my tenth birthday and i have a dream that i do not forget. i am in the front yard, looking down at the highway from the large sloping hill of our home, leaning against a birch tree. 

there’s a car slowly rolling down our long driveway. once, when i was younger, i was left to play in the front seat of the car as it was parked on top of the long driveway. it was an old car. i moved something i shouldn’t have and the car started rolling and i screamed and screamed, knowing something bad had happened but not how to stop it, and then my mother’s boyfriend, who i hated, ran and jumped into the rolling car and slammed on the breaks. 

i am not in this car. it is getting faster, no one to slam on the breaks, and then my mother is standing next to me. “i’m in there,” she says. “you could save me.” 

i understand that this isn’t real. that my mother is dead and so she can’t be standing next to me. everything else seems so real and normal, but my mother is here like she hasn’t been for weeks, and that  means this is a dream. i look at the car rolling down the hill and remember her casket getting lowered into the ground and i say, “no. you’re already dead. you have to stay dead, that’s how this works.” 

she’s disappointed, but not angry, she stands next to me, silent, as we watch the car roll into the highway, watch it crumple, watch it roll into a ditch. when i turn to look at her, she’s gone. 

then i wake up.

i’m not relieved. i feel guilty for not saving her, even in a dream, even when she was already dead. 

i do not dream of my mother again.

~

my grandmother raised me after my mother died. my grandmother dies when i’m twelve and i do not dream of her when it happens. 

i will, years later, but not then. 

~

i’m in high school and i have another dream. i am in something between victorian england and modern day. everything is gray. i live in a small apartment. 

children keep appearing at my door. i let them in, i feed them, i cloth them. i go to food banks and schools, searching for who these children belong to, but no one claims them, so i keep them. it’s so hard to keep them, but i can’t leave them. 

some of the children get sick. i do my best, but some of them die. 

i put the bodies in the closet and lock the door. i tell the other, living children not to go near the closet. 

i go searching. dead children don’t belong in closets. i go to the hospital, but they say they will not take random dead children. i go to the police and they laugh at me, saying no one will take them, that i’ll have to get rid of them on my own. 

i am angry and desperate but there is a part of me that is not surprised. 

i go home. i will have to keep the dead children in the closet. the living children ask questions, reach for the closet, and i stand in front of it, standing between my dead children in the closet and the living children in front of me, knowing that they can’t open it, that i have to keep it closed, because if i open it then my living children will walk into the closet with my dead children and they will not come out.

then i wake up. 

i do not have any dead children in my closet. the relief is sharp, but not sweet.

~

i have a loft bed in college because the tiny room i’m sharing in this small apartment is not big enough for us to fit two bed side by side. 

i dream that i wake up in this bed, in a place that’s not my own. there are children there, that i know but do not recognize. they cry out when they see me and yell for me to climb down. i do and they grasp my hands, pulling me outside. 

my grandmother is there. other people that i do not recognize but that i know are there. the children are my cousins. these people are my family. we are outside and it is beautiful and bright. the grass is green and soft. 

i sit and talk with my grandmother as the children play. the children run off somewhere else. 

“i’m so glad you’re staying,” someone who i thinks might be an aunt says, patting my hand. 

the first curl of unease is easy to mistake for confusion. “no, i can’t stay, i’m just visiting.” 

“visiting?” she says, pitying. “there’s no visiting. the dead have to stay dead. you know that.” 

i am cold. the grass is still soft. it’s still beautiful. i do not want to stay. 

my grandmother is sad, not pitying, when she says, “it’s too late. they’re burning the bed.” 

i am running. i do not stop to say goodbye. 

the house is burning. the children are tugging at the long legs of my loft bed, trying to to pull it to the ground, and all around me are flames. i run through them, ignoring the cries of my cousins as i climb into the loft bed, laying down and burying my face into my pillow that smells of smoke and heat just as the legs crash and i’m tumbling to the ground.

then i wake up. 

my pillow does not smell of smoke. 

~

it’s finals week and i dream that i’m in a cave. there are bars on the entrance, even though it just leads to even more cave, and guards and a warm yellow light coming from somewhere. 

i am with people i do not know. they are not concerned about leaving. i am. i get the gate open, the guards aren’t around. “come on,” i say to everyone. “let’s go. we have to go.” 

“it’s just a waste of time,” one of them tells me. “we can’t leave. where would we go?” 

i don’t understand. 

someone else puts a water bottle and a several packets of saltine crackers into my hands. “you’ll need this,” he says, not unkindly. “don’t lose them. it’s important.” 

i can’t force anyone to come with me. the guards will be back soon. they should be here now. leaving seems too easy, suddenly, but it’s not like i’m going to stay, so i go. 

the caves are confusing. it takes a long time to find my way out, and i drink most of the water and eat the saltine crackers. when i step out of the labyrinth of caves it’s too bright, brighter than it’s ever been. 

i walk for a long time. i come across a field that is a mix of golden corn and golden wheat growing side by side in a confusing, impractical mixture. 

i see a man, dark skin and greying beard, in grey overalls and a grimy henley that maybe didn’t used to be grey but is now. he has a scythe in his hands, leaning back and swinging it through the mix of corn and wheat. 

the wheat falls to the side and the scythe passes through the corn, leaving it unharmed. 

“can you help me?” i ask. “i need to go home.” 

the man startles, looking at me. “you shouldn’t be here.” 

“i know,” i say, “can you help me? i can’t figure out how to get home.” 

he stares at me for a long moment, then nods, digging a small hole in the ground with the toe of his boot. “here. you kept them, didn’t you?” 

he doesn’t specify, but i know what he means. i take out the mostly empty water bottle and the torn plastic packets of the saltine crackers. i shouldn’t have eaten them. but it was the only way to get out the cave. 

the man sighs, as if i’m tiresome, and takes them from my hands. he empties the saltine crumbs into the dirt, then pours the last of the water on top. he directs me to stand on top of the hole, and i do, and he kicks the dirt in around my feet. “they didn’t have to help you. you’re lucky they gave those to you.” 

i am. i would not have gotten out of the cave without them. i would not be going home without them. 

the man takes a step backwards, leans back, and swings the scythe through me. 

then i wake up. 

my bed is soft and warm. i wonder if i was the corn or the wheat. 

~

my cousin has been two years younger then me our whole lives and she is two years younger than me when she dies. it is strange to think that for the rest of my life my cousin will not age and i will. i live on the other side of the country to her. the last time i was home, i had a bus to catch and she was busy talking to her boyfriend, so instead of waiting to hug her goodbye, i left and said, “i’ll hug you extra hard next time,” and the pain is too familiar to be sharp. 

i dream we are in a beach house like we visited once as children, but we are adults. i am delighted to be here, with my family, warm and content and safe. my cousin is there and we’re floating in the pool and i look at her and my easy contentment falters. something is wrong. i put my arms under her shoulders and knees, like i’m supporting a child who’s just learning how to float, and she looks very still and peaceful until she cracks open an eye to grin at me. “oh no,” i say say, looking at her, remembering, “you’re dead.” disappointment flashes over her face. i wasn’t supposed to say anything. i wasn’t supposed to remember. 

then i wake up. 

i dream we at a garden we’ve never been to. it is bright and easy and the moment i see her, i know that she is dead, but she does not. i don’t tell her, i let her drag me to look at roses bloom, and try to feel for coldness in her skin, but it’s warm. i make myself smile and she doesn’t make me let go of her hand and it’s so very warm here. for the first time i want to stay, but it’s not even a choice. she looks down at our clasped hands and when she looks up, her lips are tinged blue. “oh no,” she says, and i’m reaching for her, to pull her in to hug her extra hard, but i’m not quick enough, “i’m dead.” 

then i wake up. 

can you forget you’re dead? i wonder. can you forget you’re alive? 

~

the last stickysharp dream i had was over a year ago, and it was this: 

i am at the beach with all my friends. i love them so much. it’s hot and and the sand burns my feet so we are sitting on the shoreline, damp and hot and laughing. 

there is a bright flash of light. it’s a bomb going off. i don’t know how i know, but i do, and i run. 

you can’t outrun a bomb, but i try, my first instinct to flee and the hot sand is burning my feet. it takes me too long to realize that no one else is running, that they’re all standing perfectly still, watching their death coming for them. 

my friends are still at the shoreline. the first shockwave is coming. i don’t have enough time to run back to them, even though i want to. 

i die alone 

then i wake up. 

~

i do not remember my dreams, generally, and i don’t put much meaning into dreams, generally 

generally 

[whereisten]

Forever Yours

A Xiao Jun fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: you’re a fallen angel that can’t find her way back to Heaven, and Xiao Jun, the one person that can help you, just can’t seem to remember things. This, however, doesn’t stop him from falling in love with you more and more each day.

Pairing: Angel!Reader X Café Owner!Xiao Jun (was an angel as well)

Genre: fluff, romance, angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence, Lucifer!Jaehyun, death mention, physical illness mention, religious themes (its not deep at ALL, just mentions of God and angels tbh, please do not take offense, this is just my personal perception).

Word Count: 6.1k

(A/N: thank you all again for taking the time to read and reblog our fics!! We appreciate all the support and are having a blast with these creations! I hope you like this one and come back tomorrow for the next one! Also, I am tired and did not proofread! Sorry🥺)

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You fell through the sky hard and fast with one image in your mind.

The face of Jaehyun, God’s most beautiful angel. He had turned on you, on all of you. 

“Jaehyun?! Why have you betrayed us?!” You cried as he fought you at the edge of Heaven. His eyes displayed a deep shade of red that you hadn’t seen before.

You were one of God’s most faithful warriors and so was he, yet he had turned on God and the rest of you, starting war with his own dark angels at his side.

“Because they killed her, y/n! I loved her!” He said as he grabbed your arm and swung you over the edge.

He held your arm as you dangled from the edge.

With tears in your eyes. “Jaehyun..please, stop this, think of the rest of us, we are suffering.”

Jaehyun cried as well, the two of you had grown together like siblings. You never expected this day to come. The day when you watch your family be torn to pieces and thrown from the kingdom.

Jaehyun still held your arm in a tight grip as he debated whether or not he should let you go. 

“Please..Jaehyun. I love you, we all love you. God will forgive you.”

Jaehyun’s look of uncertainty turns to one of anger, he burns you with fire from his hands. “I do not seek forgiveness..Goodbye, y/n.”

He releases you and watches you fall through the sky, before turning back to continue the fight.

Your wings could not save you as you fell too fast, like a meteor. You couldn’t see anything but his face, you couldn’t feel anything but sadness as your heart broke.

You threw your arms about for something to grab, but you only grasped the thin structures of clouds as your world transitioned from that of Heaven and then to Earth.

You couldn’t call on God or any of the other angels. All you could do was fly down through the sky and hope for a safe landing.

You should’ve died by now, the fire created by your pummeling body should have decimated you, but you weren’t shunned out by God. You were being protected by them, for being relieved by them was the only way for you to perish completely.

And then it happened. You finally collided into Earth.

But you felt no pain as the blanket provided by God offered a soft cushion to your backside.

You sighed and relaxed into the ground. You retracted your wings and turned over to your side, holding your face as you cried yourself to sleep.

————

You squint your eyes as you feel slobber coat your face.

“Hello??” You slowly open them, only to see the long tongue of..a dog.

“Uhh..hi.” You hear a male voice say.

He was so stunned by your beauty, he didn’t tell his dog to stop kissing you. You laid there barefoot in a long white silk dress . Your skin glowed brightly as a strange aura rested around you. Gold specs decorated your skin as well, making it sparkle in the sunlight. Then he saw an imprint of a hand on your wrist.

You suddenly sat up straight, quickly wiped your face. “What is this?” A look of disgust crosses your face.

“Oh! Oh, um Bella! Stop that!” The male says to the dog and pats her behind.

You open your eyes finally. The sun is bright, not as bright as it was in Heaven but still too much for you sleepy eyes.

Then you see him and gasp.

“Xiao Jun?!” You blink rapidly.

“Wait..how do you know my name?”

You stumble to your feet. “You’re here! And your brows are still bushy as ever” you laughed out, but he stood there with a look of confusion on his face.

“I’m sorry I think you have mistaken me with someone else.”

“It’s not a coincidence that I would land here. God let me fall to you!” You were beyond happy to see him, someone that knew of the world you came from and this world as well.

“Listen, I have no clue what you’re talking about, but come with me, I’ll get you help.”

He turns to leave.

“Xiao Jun, it’s me! Y/n! We grew up together! We trained together, and then you..”

He turned back to you and gave you a frightening glare.

“Listen, somehow you’ve ended up in me and my roommates backyard..which is now..ruined like it’s been destroyed by a fire. I don’t know why you decided to set fire to our backyard then proceed to lay in it’s ashes, but I’m calling the cops.”

“What?” Your face fell. You turned to look behind you and saw that the yard had in fact been ruined by your landing.

But even more surprising was the fact that Xiao Jun didn’t remember you or have his angelic identity as he did when you knew him long ago.

And then, it all came back to you, the rumor of what happened to Angel Xiao Jun.

Xiao Jun was an angel like you, he was assigned to protect a human lady on Earth, but he couldn’t keep himself from falling in love with her. He fled Heaven just to be with her, leaving you and the other angels in shock.

God was anything but happy with Xiao Jun’s decision and decided to curse him by erasing his memory. Xiao Jun landed on Earth with his wings, but God took them away along with the vision God blessed all angels with. It was rumored that Xiao Jun essentially became a normal human. He didn’t remember his human love, his life as an angel, nor how to get back to heaven.

But if he couldn’t find his way back to Heaven, that meant you wouldn’t be able to either. 

If there was a way to get him to remember , he might be able to lead you back since he landed with his own free will.

“Hello? What are you staring at?” He waved a wand in your face to break you out of your daze.

“Xiao Jun..you have to remember.”

“That’s it..let’s go.” He shakes his head and takes you by the hand to lead you out of his yard.

“Hey! You can’t do this..I’m an—“

You hesitated, you were sworn to keep your identity as an angel hidden when dealing with humans. 

“A criminal that I’m going to press charges against? Yeah, I already knew that.”

“Xiao Jun! Please, let me explain..”

He still dragged you to what you believed was his car as you whined.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pyromaniac.”

His dog, Bella, followed behind the two of you, barking her head off as you were being dragged by him.

You can feel yourself start to lose energy, your health is failing because you are on Earth. God had ensured that all angels stayed angels by cursing them with multiple ways to breathe. Of course, you had the regular way of breathing through longs like the average human, then you had the premium way of breathing through your wings.

Your wings would start to lose their feathers and you would die a little more with each loss. 

You had to get back, you had to make him remember if you wanted to live.

“Xiao Jun!” You put your feet down, and made yourself as heavy as stone.

He nearly fell backwards as he stopped and turned to you. “What the-“

“You leave me no choice..go to sleep.”

Xiao Jun scoffed. “This lady..listen, I’m not gonna—“ his eyes close suddenly as he starts to fall to the floor.

You quickly dipped down and held him in your arms.

Bella wouldn’t stop barking at the sight of her owner helpless and in the arms of some strange woman.

“Bella..I’m sorry, but you must go to sleep too.” You snapped your finger and watched as she whimpered quietly then laid down on her side.

“Good dog.”

You turned back to Xiao Jun. He was gorgeous, even in his human form. He was still beautiful with high cheekbones and the nicest eyes you had ever seen, they were deep and commanding. He was one of God’s greatest warriors as well, but then love took over. 

You laid him down on the floor gently.

“Xiao Jun..please..think of your journey to Earth..how did you get here? At what point on Earth can I access the gate? Please remember..” you whispered quietly.

“He came out of his mom, so no, I don’t think you can access the gate.” Another male voice spoke.

You stood up quickly and turned to him. A tall gentleman stood at the front door and raised his bat.

“What the hell are you doing to him and our dog?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to do this to you too..please just go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, the police are on their way.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t have much time, you had to get him to remember.

You dropped back to your knees and raised your hands over his head while closing your eyes. 

The other man’s eyes grew as he watched strange blue and white lights apart from your fingertips as they hovered over his head.

“Hey! Hey stop that right now!”

“Lucas! Go to sleep!”

You called out.

“Wait, how do you know my-“ the tall figure fell to the floor in a loud clunk.

You tried to see Xiao Jun’s memories, but you got nothing, they only went back so far. You couldn’t find his childhood memories, you couldn’t find the moment he woke up here, nothing was clear other than the fact that God was making this incredibly difficult for you.

But you had to prove yourself worthy of your return anyway, you wouldn’t stop.

You released all three from their sleep spells right after fleeing the scene before police arrived.

Xiao Jun and Lucas were both confused when they woke up. And when asked about the woman by police, they said they didn’t know what happened or where you went.

The police got upset and left.

That night, you tried to influence Xiao Jun’s dreams by inputting your own memories of Heaven. You laid under his bed and made sure to make yourself invisible to his dog. You raised your hands and started to manipulate his dreams as he snored.

Beautiful, majestic images flooded his brain as he dreamt. He saw what you had seen. All of the angels roaming about, speaking and laughing with each other as you enjoyed your time together. You started to cry as you saw the wonderful images of your family. You wondered what had happened to them and if they were okay, you hoped that the demons led by Jaehyun didn’t win.

———

[The Next Day]

Xiao Jun arose and went to work. He owned a café not too far from his home. 

But as he drove he couldn't stop thinking about you. How beautiful and dangerous you were. He wondered where you had gone and what you had done to make him go to sleep.

And his dreams, why were they so vivid and pretty? What was this place he dreamt of because surely he had never been to it?

He shook his thoughts off and turned his car off.

His day went on as it usually did. He served up cupcakes and biscuits with a smile.

You watched from a cloud above as he smiled at his visitors. He truly enjoyed his job and you liked that, you liked that he was attentive to everyone’s needs. Even those of the old citizens that just wanted a little more sugar in their coffee or a napkin.

You winced in pain, holding your wrist as Jaehyun’s burn mark remained bright on your skin. It was ingrained into it, like you had been stamped with a hot iron.

That wasn't the only source of your pain. You were growing weaker and to even fly to this low cloud was a chore. Your wings weren’t as efficient, you found yourself using up too much of your power to raise your body onto the cloud.

Around lunchtime when he had a break, you came back down and entered. You floated through a department store before, grabbing a large brown coat and a hat to wear over your dress. You also slipped on a pair of loafers and begged for God’s forgiveness as you manipulated the camera footage as well as the vision of the cashiers to steal without detection.

You sat down at the table he sat at while he sipped a coffee from a mug and scrolled on his phone.

He furrowed his brows and looked up at you. 

“I’m taking a break, ma’am.” He said annoyingly.

“Do you remember anything?” You raise your head slowly.

Xiao Jun puts his mug down and stands up.

“What..what are you doing here? Why are you stalking me?”

You take your hat off, revealing your sad expression and wide eyes.

“I will not put you to sleep again if you just talk to me, Xiao Jun.”

He shakes his head. “I’m calling the police.” 

“No!” You stand up and the place shakes violently. Cups clink against each other and sway back and forth, threatening to fall from the high counter tops.

He looks around in terror. “Okay, fine, what do you want from me?!”

“I need you to remember.”

“Well, I don’t, okay? I don’t know where I can from, I was adopted. I was thrown away like a piece of crap by my mother and raised by someone else. That’s all I remember! Now, get out!”

He pointed to the door, causing the café visitors to gasp. They never saw the owner get like this.

He was telling the truth, he was confused and didn’t know what you were talking about and why you were pressuring him to remember things he tried to forget. 

You nodded and accepted defeat.

So you got up and left, but you still didn’t give up.

———

[A Few Days Later]

You tried to adopt human life until you could get back.

You felt sick on most days, but tried your best to power through your pain.

You slept on the clouds and showered in waterfalls. You continued to steal clothes and shoes. Luckily, you didn’t need to eat. Instead, you’d walk around and secretly help those that needed it. For instance, you guided an old couple crossing the street, or you’d sneak some candy to a child that cried because they’d drop their lollipop.

You also did your best to heal anyone with minor health issues like the flu that you passed by. With your vision, you could see weak hearts or pulses, and to those people, you’d touch them briefly to provide a helpful spark.

Watching Earth from above and being on it were two completely different things. It wasn’t pretty and not many people were nice. There’s so much heartache and pain. It reminded you of why it is so important for you to get back and help the other angels. They must’ve been suffering right now as the humans were because of the war between good and evil.

You visited Xiao Jun once again.

He sighed as he walked over to the table you sat at while reading a book. 

And once again, you looked unbelievably beautiful. Your hair shined brightly in the sun and the aura around you never left. He somewhat believed you were otherworldly.

He raised his eyebrows. “You know, if you weren’t a weird stalker, I’d probably ask you out..”

He sat down across from you.

You smiled then put your book down.

“Who was your first love?”

Xiao Jun cackled. 

You thought maybe if he remembered WHO he fled heaven for, there’d be a chance he’d remember everything. 

“Uh..that’s a weird question, but once again, what can I expect from you..hmm..how about I ask the questions today..”

He tilts his head and points to himself.

You cough into your hands, when you look down into your palm, you see black blood. Your health was quickly deteriorating, you were giving too much of your power up by helping others while being away from heaven for so long.

You quickly grabbed your napkin and wiped it before he could see.

“Go ahead.” You nod.

He smiled and you felt your chest weaken. Why were you, an angel, feeling such childish things?

“Who are you? Where are you from?”

“My name is y/n..I’m from H—Hawaii.”

“What do you do for a living miss y/n?” He looks on you sternly.

“I save people..Um like a..like a nurse!” You grinned

“Okay, so you’ll be able to pay for the damages to my yard right?” 

Your smile fell.

Xiao Jun still smiled widely. “That’s what I thought.” He got up and walked back to the kitchen.

“Xiao Jun, we might as well be friends, I mean, I don’t have anyone..”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you slowly, he glanced down at your wrist.

“What do you mean you don’t have anyone?” 

Quickly. You had to come up with a story, quickly.

“I-I came here to start over, I need help.”

He stepped closer to you. “Y/n..did someone hurt you?”

His eyes were sincere, you hoped once again that God would forgive you for lying.

You nodded slowly.

Xiao Jun sighed. He thought it was strange that you just popped up in his yard, but then he thought maybe you were fleeing from someone, maybe you really did need help. And he was just too kind. In an instant, he felt the urge to protect you. He didn’t know why he was like that, even though it had proven time and time again to only hurt him in the end. He was loyal and kind to the wrong people, people that took advantage of him.

“Luckily for you, Lucas is moving out this weekend so..I have an empty room in the house.”

Your eyes grew large. He swore he could see specks of silver in them, you were an anomaly in front of his eyes. There was something so indescribable yet familiar about you.

“Does that mean-?!”

“Yes...yes, strange woman, you can stay with me.. But only until you find a place of your own! I’ll give you three months to get it together.” He turned from you and headed to the back again, leaving you a jumping ball of excitement in the center of his cafe.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I can work for you here too if you’d like!”

“No!” He quickly shouted out from the kitchen. 

You laughed and smiled to yourself.

You were happy to get closer to him, but you knew that you didn’t have three months. You’d be dead by then.

You had to get him to remember his one true love.

———

[1 Month Later]

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom, you released your wings. They weren’t as bright and full as they should’ve been, every day you lost feathers and every day Xiao Jun would curse as he found them on his floor.

“Where do they keep coming from?!” He said from the living room.

You stepped down the stairs in a large t shirt and shorts. “I’m sorry, I think I must’ve broken a pillow or something.”

Xiao Jun threw his head back and flailed his arms.

“How in the WORLD do you break a pillow?!”

You laughed as he made a big deal out of everything like he usually did. But you missed the last step on the stairs. You fell forward and was about to save yourself, but Xiao Jun quickly grabbed your arms and held you on him to stabilize you.

Time moved in slow motion as you gazed at each other. You had never been this close before and Xiao Jun smelled your hair. You smelled like peppermint. But your skin, it felt incredibly smooth and cool, like the finest silk in the world.

“Oh..thank you.”

You stood up straight and waited for him to remove his arms, but he didn’t. His fox-like eyes stared at your lips.

You stared at his as well and swallowed hard.. oh, how you wanted to feel his lips on yours.

But you needed to cough, you quickly brushed his hands off and ran to the downstairs bathroom.

You coughed loudly, uncontrollably.

Black blood splattered across the sink. 

“Are you okay?!” He yelled as he ran after you.

You looked up at the mirror and saw a black stream escaping out of your nostril.

You quickly washed your face. He swung the door open right after.

“Are you alright? That doesn’t sound good, we should go to the doctor.”

‘We.’

Xiao Jun was so caring, he still retained some of his angelic qualities.

You pat your face dry and look away from him. “I’m fine, it’s just a..cough.”

He still looked worried. “How do you feel? Is there anything you want?”

I don’t know, I want so much, but more than anything right now, I want to kiss you.

That is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t.

“Xiao Jun..I promise, I’m fine.” You left the restroom sadly. 

He stood there in the doorway and looked at the sink, noting how a singular drop of strange black liquid rested on the counter.

———

[1 Week Later]

You sat and watched movies on the couch while waiting for Xiao Jun to come back home from work.

When he got home, he plopped down on the couch and sat beside you. “Whatcha watching?”

He got comfortable as you pulled your legs up to your chest to make space for him.

He pat his thighs. “Put them here.”

“Ehhh it’s called Nightmare on Elm Street, it’s pretty boring though.”

You stretched your leg back out and placed your feet on him.

“Pretty boring? This is one of the greatest horror films of all time!”

“And what’s so great about it?” You turned to him with a smirk, waiting for him to make a dramatic argument.

When you finished watching him speak softly as he explained it to you, you fell asleep.

He watched you in your peaceful state. You still looked perfect and precious, your long lashes darting across your cheeks and your lips perfectly pursed.

He smiled to himself.

You coughed a few times, but still slept.

He always noticed your persistent cough, but whenever he asked you about it, you brushed him off and changed the subject.

———

As days went by, you did your best to help Xiao Jun remember her, but he couldn’t. You tapped into his memories once again, but couldn’t gain a clear picture of who he was. He was the only one that knew deep down.

Your hope started to fade as your health did. Why didn’t any of the angels come down to retrieve you? Why did you feel alone?

Bella came up to you as you sat at a desk in your room and thought about what to do.

She rested her head on your thigh and looked up at you with big brown eyes.

You put your hand on her head and out of curiosity, you got into her mind and saw her memories as well.

You closed your eyes and saw images of her dog food, Lucas petting her or throwing a toy to her, and then her memories with Xiao Jun.

He was laughing and smiling as he let her. He walked with her on the beach, or through the neighborhood, he’d cuddle her. He looked so happy. Then you saw a memory that troubled your heart.

It was of Xiao Jun sitting on the bathroom floor and holding his head in his hands, he was sobbing. Something had hurt him deeply and Bella was the only one to see it.

You wondered what it was that made him like that.

When you let go of Bella’s head, you got up and looked for Xiao Jun.

“Hmmm..where is he?”

Bella led you outside.

Xiao Jun laid on the grass, snacking on an apple as he hummed a tune to himself and watched the stars above.

You laid down beside him.

A moment of silence rested between the two of you.

“Xiao Jun..what is it that makes you hurt?”

He chuckles. “A ruined backyard.”

Your face grew into a smile. You turned over on your side. “No, seriously. Tell me.”

He looked down at you and blushed. He couldn’t help himself. Everything you did was cute to him, from the way your eyes grew when you got excited to the way you pouted when he didn’t answer your nagging questions.

He swallowed hard and thought of your question. 

His face grew more serious. “I don’t remember much..my memory..it’s so bad..”

You knew exactly why.

“But I remember the feeling of disparity, heartache, and just pure pain. It feels like I’ve lost something, but I don’t know what it is. Some days..the pain is so unbearable, all I can do is cry.” He looks back up to the sky.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Xiao Jun. you know, living with you isn't that bad.”

He turns over to look at you as you watch the night sky. The stars dazzle in your eyes.

“Well, it sounds like you’re getting too comfortable. What can I do to make it bad enough for you to leave?” He laughs.

You laugh as well and shake your head. “I don’t know, you can start off with not looking as good as you always do.”

“You think I look good?” He put his chin in his hand and raised his brows.

“Of course, you look wonderful..” you felt your face become warm.

He leaned over you as you laughed. You stared at his lips and waited for the moment. You knew it was coming and you wanted it more than ever. He kissed you.

You felt something new in your body. A spark of energy ran through you as he caressed your lips with his.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back softly before raising yourself up on your elbows to get closer to him.

He holds your face in his hand and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

He turned his head as he deepened the kiss and enjoyed every moment. Your smell, your taste, your warmth. It was refreshing and made him feel like he was vacationing on the beach somewhere. You felt unreal, his mind went blank as he felt a strong breeze against his face. He saw sunshine and clouds, he felt silk on his thumb and joy in his veins.

And when he pulled away to breathe, he placed his forehead on yours. Both of you still close your eyes and breathe heavily.

Everything feels good and fuzzy, you feel love towards him and don’t want to stop.

Then you feel it again. You quickly turn to your side to avoid coughing up black stuff on him.

“I’m sorry.” You croak out. Your happy feeling fades as reality sets in. You’re dying. You can’t do this to him, you can’t fall in love and leave.

So you stand up and lick your lips. “I’m sorry Xiao Jun, but we can’t.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you turn away and walk into the house quickly.

———

[Two Weeks Later]

You take another look at your wings. There are almost no more feathers left. You break down in tears in the bathroom.

Your time with Xiao Jun had been wonderful, even since that night. He taught you how to roller skate, you went to the dog park on the weekends and you even got to try alcohol for the very first time with him.

There were many stolen glances and moments of admiration, but there was nothing official and you didn’t allow for another kiss even though he wanted it so badly.

Then one day, Xiao Jun is frozen in his tracks. She’s there, the woman of dreams. He feels a pull to her that is undeniable.

You walk into the cafe just as Xiao Jun begins to speak to her. You notice that change in his facial expression, the way that he is just so happy to be looking at this woman, and it clicks, for something changes in the air.

“That’s her..” you say to yourself quietly.

You feel jealousy, and it’s not good. How can an angel have any sense of that in their heart? Maybe you weren’t worthy of being an angel anymore.

Maybe you had lost your way. You should be excited, this meant that he could possibly remember everything.

Xiao Jun doesn’t notice you so you walk out of the café and head home.

You flew through the sky, dipping into it as you struggled to hold yourself up. Why were you crying? He was happy, as he should be. 

Once Xiao Jun gets home, he has the biggest smile on his face. “I met the loveliest woman today!�� He yells out to you.

“I know..I saw her.”

“She’s beautiful! She gave me her number and told me she’ll be back tomorrow!”

“That’s great to hear..because..”

“Because what?” Xiao Jun sits next to you at the table.

“I have something to tell you, Xiao Jun.”

“Go ahead.” 

“I am..an angel. That day when you found me..I had fallen, or well, been thrown from Heaven. I lost my way, I needed you to take me back.”

Xiao Jun can’t hold back his laughter. “Ahhh you’re funny.”

“I’m serious...the girl that you met today..she’s the one you were assigned to protect when you were an angel too.”

“Stop it, you sound crazy.”

“You were an angel,  Xiao Jun, that’s why you can’t remember anything. You left heaven for her and God cursed you by removing your memory of everything, including her.”

He stands up from the couch. “How dare you insult me for my memory loss by creating such ridiculous stories.”

“I wish it was just a story, but it’s not.”

He starts to walk away. “This is bullshit!”

You release your things wings, causing a swooshing sound to enter the house.

He turns and looks back at you. His eyes widen when he sees your nearly empty wings, bones expand from your body as feathers dangle loosely and in sparse areas.

“This is the only way for me to prove that I am telling you the truth..”

“I-what are you.?” He says with fear in his eyes.

“Xiao Jun, if you can remember how you got here, you can help me get back. Or I’ll die..please.” You step forward and hold your hand out.

“This is crazy!” He backs away, running out as you stand there with tears in your eyes.

———

[1 Month Later]

You lay alone and gasp for air, taking your final breaths.

Things never worked out with Xiao Jun, you terrified him with the truth and ran away shortly after. You no longer lived with him, you slept in an abandoned cabin and went back to showering in waterfalls.

You hoped that he would remember everything now that she sparked love in his heart, but you were wrong and now you were left to die a fallen angel, cold and alone.

“God..please forgive me for failing you..I call on you..in my most desperate time of need, oh God.”

Your eyes close and everything fades.

Xiao Jun was now dating his first love and one night, he dreamt of everything, with some strange and possibly Godly intervention, he saw his past. He remembered everything. 

He woke up and knew he had to find you, for he knew of the gate and where it was.

He searched in his backyard for you and found nothing. He looked all over town, nothing.

Then, one day, something drew him to a particular point in town.  He furrowed his brows as he drove and looked everywhere for you.

“Ahhhh..Xiao Jun, long time no see.”

Xiao Jun nearly drove off the road when a voice spoke out from his back seat. He hadn’t noticed that someone was there. He looked into the rear view mirror.

“What the?!..who are you?!”

“Come on, Xiao Jun, I know you remember me now. Who do you think gave you your memories back?”

“Winwin?” He quickly turned to him.

Winwin nodded.

“Yeah..it took you long enough.”

“Where is she?”

“Oh, I know where she is, but God has kept me from telling you where she is..” Winwin looks out the window.

Xiao Jun scoffs. “That’s ridiculous! Tell me where she is so she can live!”

He starts to drive faster.

“It is not God’s will for you to hear it from me.” Winwin says smoothly and shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay, first of all, why are you here then? And also, tell God they can f-“ 

Xiao Jun is interrupted by a random lightning strike just a few feet from his car.

He grasps the steering wheel as the car spins and becomes unbalanced.

Winwin only chuckles. “Oh, God did not like your tone.”

Xiao Jun finally straightens up on the road and turns back to Winwin with a frustrated look.

“A little birdy tells me her time is almost up.” Winwin nods his head slightly to the right then disappears.

Xiao Jun glances to his right and sees an advertisement for the local bird sanctuary.

“A little birdy...that bastard.”

———

Xiao Jun finally finds you in the center of the sanctuary. Your wings are out and completely featherless.

“Y/n..” he shakes you gently. 

Birds fly over his head as he tries to wake you up.

“Please...God..please save her.” Xiao Jun begins to cry. He wished he had believed you, he wished he could just see your smile one more time. “I am so sorry, y/n..please forgive me.” He cries harder and rocks your body back and forth in his arms.

“Oh, Xiao Jun, this is what happens when you leave the kingdom..God has given you two options.”

He is startled by the voice and looks around for the source of the cool, low voice.

And there he is. Winwin sits on a tree branch and watches him below.

“God said to tell you to choose between staying here and living with your lover but watch y/n die, or come back to the kingdom and bring y/n..you can never leave again.”

Xiao Jun scoffs, how could God be so cruel?

“Winwin, I messed up, please take her back with you.”

Winwin flies down the two of you and lifts your arm, but it’s as heavy as stone, you can’t be moved by him.

“As you can see..it is not God’s will for me to take her back.” Winwin steps back.

“What will you decide, Xiao Jun?”

———-

You peel your eyes open as someone delicately taps your forehead with a wet cloth. You expect to see the dull world you were just in, but instead you see beautiful skylines and specs of gold in the air. You hear the singing of angels, and smell peppermint mixed with rosemary.. You’re back home.

You sit up straight, you can feel that you’ve healed a little bit.

“What happened?”

“He brought you back, y/n.”

“Who did?” You furrow your brows.

“I forgot how beautiful it is here.” A voice from beside you speaks out. You didn’t notice there was a body beside you on the recovery bed. Then you saw Bella jumping around at the foot of the floating bed.

You look over to see Xiao Jun and without much more thought, you smile widely and pull him into a strong embrace.

“Xiao Jun?!”

You look at him with his full set of gold wings and wide smile.

“What happened?”

“I remembered everything, then God gave me two options.” He still smiled while he looked at your bright face.

Your smile fell as you searched his eyes.

“No..” you said quietly. You knew him being here meant that he couldn’t be with her, his first love.

So why did he choose to be with you?

Xiao Jun nodded.

“I liked her..don’t get me wrong..but I-“

He hesitated while he looked deep into your beautiful eyes.

“I love you.”

Your mouth rose again into the sweetest smile he had seen.

The two of you lived in the kingdom, protecting and healing others together. You’d watch more scary movies and roller skate on the clouds.

And when the sun set real low, you made magical love in the clouds.

Xiao Jun kissed your cheek as you cuddled and watched the sun rise for Earth below. His wings encapsulated around your body, keeping you warm.

“I’m forever yours.”

Come back tomorrow for the next spooky story...

[petboymart]

it’s me again. you’ll never get rid of me. head empty only petboys and haikyuu boyfriends. it’s gonna be all the pairs but with one human boyfriend and one pet boy. you can’t stop me.

sooooo this time it’s little guard puppy!kyotani and boyfriend!iwaizumi because i love them

so you go to the shelter looking for a companion because your lonely while your boyfriends away the fucking workaholic, anyway your browsing the cages and kennels and you come across little puppy!kyotani and he just looks so sad sitting hunched over in the corner of his cage. so you call the worker over and they tell you that he was rescued from neglecting owners who never let him in the house and treated him so poorly. and obviously you take him home because he needs love goddamn it!

so you get him in the car and all the while he’s just like.. side eyeing you not really doing anything. just sitting there playing with his hands. and then you get home and you get him out of the car, and you open the door to your house, walk in, and then realize that he is not also walking in and you’re like wtf. so you go back to the door and he’s just sitting. on the porch. and you’re like ok, apparently he does not know that he is a house dog now. so you’re like kyo! and he looks up at you, and you’re like you’re allowed in the house! you’re going to live in here! get in the house! and he slowly gets up and walks into the house while glancing around, the poor awkward little baby.

so you show him around the house, and give him a bath, and put him in some of iwas clothes, and it’s another whole fucking thing explaining to him that “yes kyotani you’re allowed on the couch”, and then iwa comes home, and this poor abused baby just LOSES IT. he’s like growling, ears back, teeth bared, the whole nine yards, and you’re just like 🧍‍♀️hey babe this is our new dog don’t you like him.

so it’s ANOTHER whole thing explains to him that iwa is nice and he’s not an intruder kyotani he lives here, your wearing some of his clothes. and he still is testy around iwa and he doesn’t like it when he hugs you, he growls and barks at him. so you can imagine how difficult sleeping was. you had to do it so that iwa was the big spoon to you and kyo had a little area in front of you where he wasn’t touching anyone and he couldn’t really see that iwa was touching you. but when you woke up kyo had is face buried in your chest all curled up to you, sweet little touch starved boy.

so afters a few weeks of kyo getting used to touches, praise, living in the house, and iwaizumi everything is very nice. kyo now sees iwaizumi as the alpha and he listens to him, he listened to you from day one because you were sweet to him and you let him in the house and you scratched his ears. he’s so exited to see you when you come home, and he tries to hide it but doesn’t do it very well. like you open the door and he’s just standing there holding his tail, and you’re like…. watcha doin kyo? and he’s like…. i was just standing here and… my tail.. hit.. something.. and you’re like ok i’ll pretend that i believe that, but when you go up to him to hold his face and scratch his ears he lets his tail go and you can see it wagging so fast.

it takes even LONGER for him to get comfortable with intimacy and sex but once he his, baby, you’re fucked.

you see iwa tops puppy!kyo and puppy!kyo tops you, so you’re the bottoms bottom. since iwa is so busy it end up being just you and kyo a lot, but that is more that enough.

he loves you so much, and he doesn’t know how to express it well, so he sees sex as a way to make you feel good to let you know that he loves you. he’s also a sucker for after care.

he’ll have you in doggy style because he likes to spank you and pull your hair, he’s not very verbal during sex but he’s definitely vocal. grunts, whines, whimpers, and a lot of growls.

he cums very fast but he won’t stop fucking you until you’ve cum at least 3 times because that’s how many times you cum when iwa fucks you. which often leaded to him over stimulating himself and getting teary which he HATES so be sure to wipe and kiss his tears away and tell him how good he made you feel, and you’re such a good boy kyo, you’re so good.

he LOVES to eat you out, another thing he picked up from iwaizumi. he loves the noises you make, he loves how you scratch his head and play with his ears, he loves how you taste, he loves how you praise him, it’s a win win win win for him.

and when iwaizumi is there oh bitch.

the first few times you had sex together kyo would try to compete with iwa and obviously iwa would spank his ass red to put him in his place, so now he sits patiently waiting for instructions from iwa, tail wagging, ears perked up.

the main positions are, you in doggy iwa in your pussy puppy!kyo in your mouth, because iwa likes to spank you and kyo gets to pull your hair. you in missionary kyo in your pussy iwa in kyos little hole, because this way it reminds kyo that iwa is the alpha, and it reminds you that your the most bottom bitch in the room.

one time iwa was fucking kyo while you were out with friends, and obviously puppy!kyotani turns into a little subby baby when you’re not around, and he felt so good that he let a little “alpha!” slip when iwa played with his balls while pounding his little hole, and iwa smirked and went harder and said “yeah? you wanna cum for your alpha? you gonna be alphas good little bitch?” and kyo came on the spot, so now you also call iwa alpha in bed because he started loving it after that.

and one time oikawa came over. i think we all see where this is going.

so oikawa, being oikawa, flirted with you, as per usual. and before you had adopted little guard dog!kyo, oikawas visits always ended in jealous, possessive sex with iwaizumi. and now you have a guard dog who has his ears flat, teeth bared, growling his little head off, ready to rip oikawas throat out, and you just think…..fuck.

obviously oikawa is rushed out by iwaizumi so he doesn’t get mauled, and then both of you boys take you into the bedroom. iwa fucks your pussy while kyo marks all over your neck and then they switch. by the end of the night you’re covered in hickies, cum, sweat, tears, and some blood because kyo bit you too hard. all of your holes are leaking a mix of your boys cum, and puppy!kyo is all curled up between your boobs and iwa is spooning you.

overall 10/10 would adopt, very good boy.

-✌️

i literally stumbled a little jesus FUCK

Yesyeysyeysysysy

pls never leave u are making my brain ROT

kyo 💞 good doggy kyo who thinks you are the most amazing thing and the whole entire world and would literally die for you and you’re NOT allowed to leave the house without him

like u tried to get iwa to agree that kyo should stay home but Iwa likes the idea of you having constant protection

kyo best guard dog

bites men right on the dick when they mess with u

has tried to maul all of ur guy friends

mmmmh and bf iwa.....

Mmmh beefy athletic trainer...

MMH BEING SANDWICHED BETWEEN BEEFY MEN...

BOOOOOOBS

Im sorry my brain automatically goes to tits

[all-the-love-harold]

Fine Line

Chapter 1 - Lovin’ you’s the antidote 

The First installment of my new series, let me know what you think about Harry and Clara

December 16th 2019

Clara was sitting on her window sill staring out at the rain falling down onto the street below her. People were battling with their umbrellas against the wind and she felt a sudden feeling of warmth as she stared into her living room, her best friend's new album playing through her TV and grateful that she wasn’t outside and that she didn’t have to leave her flat now until tomorrow morning she turned it up. The sound of Harry’s voice singing “Just let me adore you” echoed around the room and in that moment, she couldn’t help but feel lonely. Harry was still in LA after the release of his album and the rest of her friends were back in their hometowns for Christmas already. Normally she would call her boyfriend, but less than 2 hours after Harry boarded his plane to LA, Will called her and said that he wasn’t in love with her anymore and it was probably best that they stopped seeing each other. And just like that 8 years was over in one phone call and her shoulder to cry on was on a plane halfway over the atlantic.

Clara had met Will on her first day of university and they’d been together ever since but apparently his work had become too important and he didn’t have time for her anymore. She knew this was a load of bullshit, she knew that he’d been spending a lot of time with his assistant, who was very skinny and very blonde and everything that Clara hated about the world.

“You’re better off without him” Harry had said to her over the phone when he finally had the chance to call her back

“Doesn’t feel like it right now” she replied

“I know,” Harry sighed “I wish I could hug you”

“Me too” she said, Harry’s hugs always made everything better, they had ever since they were little and the worst thing that happened to them was falling off their bikes onto the concrete.

Clara sighed deeply as she sunk down into her spot on the bay window. She hated that she couldn’t enjoy having one night to herself, but she had gotten so used to having people around her, people she had to look after or take care of in some way.

“Maybe I should get a dog,” she thought to herself. Then she would never really be alone and she’d always feel needed.

But she lived in a small apartment so she would need a dog that was ok with being left inside while she was at work. Or maybe even a dog that she could take to work with her. Or a dog that Harry could dog sit for her when he was home. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and googled her local shelter. This was the most excited she had felt for months and the advice her mum gave her when she was young kept replaying in her head

“A dog or a baby will never be a mistake, they might make things harder sometimes, but you’ll love them so much that you’ll never feel like you made the wrong decision” and love was exactly what Clara needed right now. Because after Christmas Harry would be leaving for an almost year long world tour and she couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in London for that long. And her job meant that she couldn’t move back home to Holmes Chapel.

With just nine days left until christmas the shelter was full of dogs that needed new homes, dogs of all shapes and sizes, some who had been there for months and some who had only spent a few days there so far. If she had a bigger space, she'd adopt them all, but for now, one would do. She scrolled through and looked at all the profiles on the website before deciding that she would need to meet the dog before making any kind of concrete decision. And that was that, tomorrow morning she would pick Harry up from the airport and take him straight to the shelter to help her choose her new baby.

***

“Good Morning Ra” Harry said, shoving his bags into the boot of her car. The advantage of having a best friend that lived in London was not having to feel like an ass who needed a chauffeur to drive him around his home city.

“Good Morning Harold” she smiled trying to contain her excitement. Sleeping on the idea of getting a dog had not changed her mind, if anything it had only made her more sure of herself. And maybe slightly nervous.

“You’re very cheerful for someone who’s just been dumped” he said as he sat down in the passenger's seat and buckled his seatbelt.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be today?” she asked, ignoring his attempt at mentioning the elephant in the room

“I have rehearsals tonight, but until 7 I am free, don’t you have to be at work?”

“I have the day off”

Harry frowned “You never take days off” he said suspiciously “What’s going on?”

“We’re going on an adventure” she handed him her phone, “You’re in charge of the music”

“Da da da da da da ddada” The opening line of Golden echoed through the speaker, and Clara drove off,away from the airport, rolling her eyes at Harry for playing his own album.

They drove mostly in silence, Harry didn't want to ask where they were going and after the way she ignored his comment about the break up he didn’t want to bring it up in case it made her sad when right in this moment she seemed happier and more excited than he’d seen her in months.

They pulled up in a dingy looking car park on the outskirts of London and Harry furrowed his brow

“Where are we?” he said, half tempted to lock his car door

“I’m getting a dog” she smiled widely

“A dog?”

“Yeah, you know four legs, barks, like to go on walks, looks really cute when it’s asleep”

Harry laughed “I know what a dog is” he said, “But you’re not home enough for a dog”

“Office dog” she smirked “and I didn’t think you’d have any objections to dog sitting when you’re around”

“I mean, I don’t” he half smiled “but are you sure”

“Harold, in the very wise words of my beautiful mother, a dog or a baby is never a bad thing. And since the other half of my baby decided to up and fuck off a week ago, I’m getting a dog”

Harry sighed and unclipped his seatbelt, “You know most people find a rebound after a breakup, but a dog suits you better.” Harry knew when to stop arguing, he’d known Clara his whole life and, in a way, he knew she was right, a dog really was exactly what she needed.

They walked into the shelter side by side and anyone walking past would guess that they were a happy couple, looking to add the first addition to their little family. But that wasn’t the case, Harry and Clara had never been and will never be more than friends, despite what their mothers might think.

“Hi” Clara said as they walked into reception “I’m looking to adopt a dog”

“Of course” the girl smiled eyeing Harry off “just follow the hall all the way down to the end and one of the girls will help you once you’re down there.”

“Thanks” Harry smiled, winking at her as they walked away.

“Do you you have to flirt with everyone?” Clara said to him once they were out of earshot

“Just helping you get a really cute one”

Clara rolled her eyes and ignored him, she found that sometimes if she indulged him too much he became even more annoying.

They walked through the door at the end of the hallway and Clara’s heart immediately split into two. The dogs were all in tiny cages and a few of them looked unwell and malnourished, and that sympathetic feeling she felt when scrolling through their profiles last night only increased tenfold, staring into their lonely little eyes.

“Hi, my name’s sarah” a girl came around the corner, a wide grin on her face “are you just having a look or are you here to adopt today?”

“I’d like to adopt” Clara said definitively

“Yay!” Sarah said, “These dogs here have only just arrived and they’re not quite ready for adoption yet, but if you really fall in love with one of them you can come back in a few weeks and pick them up once they’ve had their needles and health checks or, if you go a little further down, those guys are ready to go - do you have a yard for a big dog, or were you looking for an apartment dog”

“I have a flat” Clara said, “but he has a yard just around the corner from my flat where I would take the dog to run around”

“I think I have the perfect boy for you!” Sarah exclaimed and started down the hallway, stopping outside a cage.

Clara smiled up at Harry and followed, almost at a run she was so excited.

“This is Larry, he’s a 10 month old greyhound and he’s been living in this shelter for 7 of those months”

Clara turned to face the dog and instantly fell in love, she crouched down and let him sniff her hand and instead he gave it a big lick and snuggled into it.

“He’s a sweet boy” Sarah said “but he’s not without his issues, he’s been seen by our behaviour therapist and he’ll need ongoing training and support but a little bit of love will go a long way with this little guy”

“What did he need to see the behavior therapist for?” Harry asked, knowing that Clara wouldn’t.

“He’s displayed a few guarding behaviors, they’re not uncommon for his breed, with the right training, he’ll grow into a wonderful dog”

Clara had stopped listening, she was kneeling down now, with her hand outstretched so that Larry could sniff it. But he didn’t want to just sniff, he greeted Clara with a great big lick and she knew right then that this was the dog that she would be taking home today.

“I’m sold” she said, without taking her eyes off the dog, who was now sitting very elegantly, staring up at her.

“Really?” Sarah said “Great, I’ll go and get him and take him to the play area and you guys can get to know each other while I get all the paperwork sorted - any questions?”

“Just one” Clara said thinking of the only obvious issue with adopting a dog named Larry and being publicly linked to Harry “Can I change his name?”

“Of course” Sarah smiled “He’s still a pup so he’ll learn his new name very quickly”

“Perfect”

Harry smiled at Clara as Sarah walked away “Are you sure Ra?”

“I’m sure as hell H, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life”

“Alright then” he smiled “guess I’m becoming an uncle today”

***

“How about David Bowie” Harry said later that afternoon, sitting on Clara’s living room floor, throwing Larry the tiny tennis ball that he’d gone out and bought after they got him home.

“Bowie for short” Clara mused “I really like that”

“David when he’s in trouble” Harry laughed

“Bowie” Clara called and Larry’s ears pricked up

“Bowie” she said again, and he bounded over to her.

“Well that’s settled then” Harry said.

Bowie sat down on Clara's lap while she petted his head gently.

"I'm so in love with you already little dog"

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon watching as Clara turned into the dog mum she was always meant to be and he felt his heart swell every time she smiled at something Bowie did.

"Loving you's the antidote" he thought to himself although in that moment he wasn’t entirely sure who was helping who.

***

December 19th, 2019 - London’s Electric Ballroom.

Late was one thing that Clara hated being. If she was ever late for something it usually filled her with so much anxiety that she would have to call someone and let them know that she was in fact on her way. But tonight she was running late because she couldn’t tear herself away from a snuggle on the couch with her beautiful boy and she hadn’t called anyone because couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone that she was late to her best friend's album release because she was too busy snuggling her dog and that she wasn't sorry at all. So instead she snuck in the back door, slipped into the dressing room and pretended she had been there the whole time.

“Gem!” she exclaimed when she spotted Harry’s sister “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

“No you haven’t” she smirked “You just snuck in that back door, you were late”

“Shhh” clara hushed “Don’t tell H”

“He won’t care, not today, anyway - Have you met the latest piece of arm candy?”

Clara batted her eyelashes at the news that Harry was dating someone new

“No” she shook her head, “I didn’t know there was anyone new”

“Oh they only met a few days ago, just before he left for LA I think, but she’s pretty clingy and so far she doesn’t seem that nice”

“Blonde?” Clara asked, a tone of bitterness evident in her voice

Gemma nodded

“Skinny?”

“You bet” Gemma sighed

“Checks out” Clara nodded, “That’s why he hasn’t told me, I think he’s afraid I’ll get sad if he’s dating someone that looks like the girl Will slept with 2 days after he broke up with me”

“What a prick” Gemma said “Will, I mean, not H… maybe H a little bit” she added

“Is she here?” Clara asked, raising her eyebrows as if she was on a mission.

“Yeah” Gemma nodded towards the closed door to Harry’s private dressing room “They’re in there together, doors locked”

“Gross” Clara rolled her eyes.

All of Clara’s gulit about being late seemed to disappear after that, Harry would never know, or care if he was too busy having sex with a girl he’s only just met in the dressing room just before the show. Especially if hadn’t deemed her important enough to tell Clara about.

Go time was fast approaching and eventually Jeff and Tommy, Harry’s managers, started ushering all the guests into the concert hall, so that Harry could get ready and warm up. Clara had never been to this venue before, but as herself and Gemma stepped out onto the balcony, she understood why it was called the electric ballroom, the room was buzzing with excitement and she felt herself become excited too. She did always love watching Harry perform. She had ever since they were babies and Harry would dance in the kitchen play area at daycare and she would giggle along.

“Just there” Gemma whispered to her, pointing at the tall blonde that just walked into the room.

Clara shrugged and handed Gemma the glass of wine that she herself had just been handed “Well if H won’t introduce me, I’ll just introduce myself”

She walked over to where the girl stood, looking lonely and out of place and held her hand out to her quickly withdrawing it, thinking about where it might have been not too long ago.

“Hi, I’m Clara” she said, keeping her hands firmly by her side, “I’m Harry’s best friend, Gemma told me that you guys are dating”

The girl looked her up and down “I’m Shelly” she said, sounding bored with the conversation already “If you’re his best friend you’ve probably been to one of these things before right”

“Yeahhh” Clara nodded, not sure where she was going with this “Once, this only his second album”

“How long do they go for? I’ve got a somewhere to be later”

“He’ll be on stage for about an hour and half” Clara said taken aback by the lack of support she was showing “but it’s a release show, so he’ll want to hang around celebrate the album going to number one already”

Shelly scoffed “Oh well I Probably can’t stay for that, I might even have to leave before he gets off stage”

Before Clara had a chance to reply the house lights turned off and a voice began to echo around the room.

“Right” Clara nodded, not wanting to say too much, although it was becoming pretty clear to her that they both seemed to only be in this for sex “Well it was nice to meet you, I’m going to go watch from over there”

“She’s a delight, isn’t she?” Gemma said, handing Clara back her glass of wine, glad that the screams were echoing around the room loud enough to drown her words out from any eavesdroppers.

“I give it a month”

Gemma didn’t have a chance to retort, because Harry had made his way onto the stage and the screams filling the room became deafening, but she thought a month was ambitious.

“Golden, golden, golden, As I open my eyes' ' A smile as wide as Harry’s cheeks spread across his face as he looked out into the crowd and he winked at Clara when he found her standing next to Gemma on the balcony.She always loved that his first instinct was to find her in a room full of people. She smiled back at him and tears filled her eyes. She was so proud of the man standing up on that stage, he’d come so far since the last time they were standing in a room like this and she’d been there every step of the way.The smile on his face said it all, he was happy and he was proud of the album he’d written and so was she.

“I’m Harry, nice to meet you, thank you very much for having me, how are you? Harry said after playing Golden “The crowd cheered and Harry moved his gaze back to where Clara and Gemma were standing, tears streaming down both of their faces “Good! Before we start the show properly, I’d like to point out that my beautiful sister and my beautiful best friend are already crying, after they promised they would wait until I sang Falling”

The crowd laughed and Clara only cried more while Gemma tried to hide her tears from everyone who had now turned around to look at them.

“So my new album came out a week ago, and tonight I’m going to play it for you. London is home. You are my home, it only felt right to sing it in front of you before it goes on tour. So welcome, and sing along when you can”

As Harry began to sing Watermelon Sugar, Clara glanced over at the space where Shelly had been standing and noticed that she was gone. Clara shrugged and turned back to face the stage. All she wanted to do now was dance, and enjoy the art her best friend had devoted himself to for the last year and a half.

When the first notes of “Falling” echoed around the room Clara’s heart sank and she was taken back to the day he’d written the song. It wasn’t that long ago, 4 months maybe, and he was heartbroken, a complete mess, he had been so in love and camille had ripped his heart right out of his chest and walked away with it. He didn’t know what to do with himself, so he found comfort in Clara’s apartment, pretending that none of it ever happened. And that’s exactly how Clara felt now, Will was gone, she was alone, and she felt like maybe that was it for her, she’d had her one great love and now she was someone no one would want around. Life had it’s funny ways of letting you know that you’re on the right path, and for Clara, listening to Harry on stage, reclaiming his heart for himself in a room full of people who loved and supported him through his worst moments, was one of them, if he could do it, so could she. Each song after that filled her heart with more and more pride and by the time Harry came off stage she felt as though she was going to explode.

“Harry fucking Styles” she said running into his arms when she finally got backstage

“Clara fucking Riley” he wrapped his arms around her

“I want to stay and party but I have to get home to my Bowie”

Harry kissed on the forehead “If I could I’d skip the party to hang out with Bowie too.”

“He’s pretty much the best”

“I’ll stumble in at some point later on though” he smiled “So we can head back home for christmas early tomorrow”

“Good idea, alright, Love you H - and we have to talk about Shelly in the car!”

“No we don’t” he smirked

[obeymeluv]

Could I please request an MC who has two male Doberman, who wondered in the Devildom somehow and found them? They are both very aggressive and protective of their owner, following them around RAD and anywhere really. Also I imagine them smelling MC and having the brothers scents on them, and they don’t like it so they start rubbing their scent over MC instead, and becoming territorial over them. Thank you and I love your work!❤️

I’m not sure which characters this was for since there weren’t any tags so I just did the bros. Enjoy! School is starting to kill me but I’m also trying to get ahead so things don’t get as messed up as they were last semester. The likelihood of it messed up is very high and out of my control and I’ve yet to come to terms with that. Anyways, enjoy :)

Lucifer:

He quite likes dogs so when these two wandered through the portal on accident, he wasn’t against letting them stay.

They look like proud, tough dogs. He’s a fan. They look like they could make some serious faces and he’s quite amused

Almost makes him sad that he can’t have Cerberus close like that

Did NOT expect them to be so aggressive and protective over you

Good boy statements retracted for the BOTH of them!

Super salty they see him as a threat (HIM? HOW DARE THEY?!) and will actually growl back at them and flare his wings if no one’s around and it’s on the wrong day

They are CONSTANTLY rubbing up on you and making efforts to separate you and he hates it

They jump up on the furniture and stretch out on it so obnoxiously! It’s ridiculous! One of them even took his chair when he got up to get something and you didn’t make them give it back!

His only reprieve is spiriting you away to his study and even then, they whine until you come out

Tries to be very subtle about spraying you down/wiping you off if he thinks you smell too much like them. He’s starting to hate the smell.

Mammon:

All pets are good pets to this one (birds are just the best).

He might be planning to steal your dogs. They look regal and badass and perfect for someone like The Great Mammon, you know?

Wants to play with them and is very sad when they want nothing to do with him, and borderline get aggressive with him. 

Boy is super offended. HE’S THE GREAT MAMMON!

Mammon goes to you for comfort (TAKE THAT, YA DUMB DOGS!) but has another freak out when they thread themselves through his legs to separate you.

He somehow accidentally ends up straddling one and it tried to bite him in the Grimm (and he’s not talking about his wallet!). He backs up so fast he trips over one of them and tails go waggin’ as they smugly snuggle up to you and he gets smacked with puppy tail

All of his openings to sit or wiggle his way next to you have been replaced with puppy face. Or they’ll lay in front of the space and growl at him when he moves towards it

They’ve basically trapped him in the hallway outside your room because they just sit in the doorway and growl at him

He pouts and goes to complain to his crows

Levi:

Didn’t trust the dogs when they came in, and his sin animal isn’t even a prey animal! They make him skittish and he’s not sure why.

They just look loud and he’s not a fan.

He gets very flustered when they stand between the two of you, growl, or give those airy barks.

Levi usually triggers his demon form to protect himself and has wrapped himself in his tail

The dogs sometimes run him into the wall if he tries to walk down the hall with you. You try to wrangle them and keep them on your side only, but one has broken off, fallen back, and come up and nudged him in the back. He nearly hit the roof!

They don’t seem as focused on him as his other brothers, so he’s grateful for that. In fact, the worst thing they ever did (besides pretending to bite but not actually getting close enough to do so), was farting in a space HE wanted to sit in! AND OF COURSE SOMEONE CAME IN AFTER AND THOUGHT HE DID IT! HE DID NOT!

They seem to steal all your pets and affection and it definitely send him into a muttering spiral in his room. 

Satan:

Also admires these proud looking doggos, although he’s partial to cats

Probably has the worst relationship with them out of all the brothers because he KNOWS what they’re trying to do and is ready to play this game

What’s this? A ball? GO GET IT! Given how demons can throw, the dogs may be gone for a while

100% reads about animal psychology in his spare time. Anything about canine or pack dynamics, too. He WILL speak their language and make himself acceptable enough to hang out with you like before they came along. If they do not accept him, they will submit to him.

If they make angry noises at him, he makes angry noises back. It’s not childish, it’s training them! He and Lucifer have the most success with this ‘backtalk’ because of the aura they give off

These are not dumb dogs. They will get back at him, too. It’s very much a ‘2 vs. 1, distract him!’ where one of them grabs a book and leads him on a chase while the other snuggles up to you and takes his spot

He may stay away from you a bit after that, nursing his precious book

If they watch you leave from the House of Lamentation during school days, he makes faces at them as you leave. Of course, he doesn’t know Diavolo gave you and Lucifer clearance to bring them to RAD so he hears the door open across the yard and just starts booking it because they’re coming for him (he has no regrets).

Asmodeus:

How could anyone (or anything) hate him? Have you seen him?!

Definitely compliments them before he realizes how territorial they are. Admires their shiny coat

Asmodeus can negate most of the bad blood with his charming gaze but it does get exhausting. The dogs always seem on the cusp, even with it

Still cuddles up to you and snuggles with you but does so sparingly because it takes a lot out of him to use his charm on animals (harder than people), especially when he can’t feed to keep his energy up

Starts telling himself things that make it sound reasonable for not being around them (”I don’t want to smell like dog,” or “I don’t want to ruin my outfit.”)

Thinks their territorial behavior is cute but also annoying. He already has to deal with his brothers and now he has to deal with DOGS, too? Ugh...

Realizes he can outsmart them with some basic demon transportation and often uses that to steal you away. He’s grown up in a house full of brothers so he can block out some whining. It’s fine.

Asmo: 1, dogs: 0.

Beelzebub:

Would any animal actually hate Beel? He seems like such a cinnamon roll soul that I can’t really any animal hating him. He’s basically a Disney princess in a demon body

These dogs may be territorial but he thinks they’re more bark than bite

They may make an exception for Beelzebub because Beelzebub = food.

Do they stand in his way or try to herd him away from you? Beel honestly thinks they’re playing and will pick them up and move them, too.

The dogs are kind of stunned after that. HE JUST PICKED THEM UP?! Their confidence is shaken

If they bark at him, he’ll make a noise back. May get a little too into it and turn it into a ‘who can make the biggest noise?’ thing. He wins that, too, not realizing demon vocals are different for dog hearing.

All the dogs really have to their name when it comes to Beelzebub is that they can make it into your lap faster or that you’ll stop what you’re doing to scratch their head if they put it on your leg. That’s it.

Beel is the only one they don’t really bother because they’ve tried and lost that fight too many times.

Belphegor:

He is the failed Beelzebub prototype. Where Beel succeeds because of his strength and mannerisms, Belphie cannot. He’s too quiet and passive.

Honestly, he scared the dogs as much as they scared him. He was probably asleep when they came through the portal one day after a quick trip back home

The dogs literally start barking and prancing forward. Belphie is annoyed. Too much noise. Cracks his tail like a whip to make it stop.

The dogs honestly don’t even track him that much or make a fuss when he shows up because he’s gone most of the day. It’s a constant ‘forgot you were here, you’ve done me a frighten!’ with Belphie

He’s definitely scared them so bad they’ve peed on the floor (but he’s only done it twice). The first time was when they tried to take his pillow from him, and the second time was when one of them bit his tail and tried to pull him off  the couch after you’d slid in beside him

Overall, these dogs have learned not to mess with Belphie.