Weird Writing

Pt 1- amir's conundrum Pt 11- Titles

Pt 2- boredom Pt 12- on the boat

Pt 3- the discovery Pt 13- books

Pt 4- direct orders Pt 14- the question

Pt 5- panic Pt 15- stories

Pt 6- medica help

Pt 7- confrontation

Pt 8- sleep

Pt 9- conclusions

Pt 10- names

warnings; pet whump, dehuminization, carewhumper, implications of noncon

James listened to the quiet, even footsteps of his pet walk down the stairs. He was waiting on the chef to finish lunch, meatloaf sandwiches with chicken soup, and was watching some reality tv. His brothers used to make fun of him for watching ‘women's television’ but he didn’t mind. What he liked was none of their business. 

Rose walked into the room, standing off to the side of the couch, clearly waiting for instruction. 

“Hello sweetheart. Is there something I can do for you?” James paused the tv, giving her his full attention. 

“I- I wasn’t sure what to do, sir.” She still refused to look him in the eye, but that was ok. He had to have patience if he wanted to win her over.

“Like I said before, you have free reign of the house and property. You are allowed to do whatever you want as long as you don’t leave the property.” He kept his voice calm and even, trying not to scare her even more.

“But, but I’m not supposed to do anything without permission. Pets are to spend their free time preparing for their masters.” She was reciting the handbook again. He had to get it to click that she wasn’t in danger anymore, but he didn’t know how. 

“Well, what did you like to do before you became a pet again?” 

“I’m not supposed to talk about that,” she said sharply. She looked at him directly then, and it was like he was looking at the real Rose. Not the facade the facility built up. 

“Why not?” she curled her arms around her stomach again, clearly uncomfortable.

“Because only- only defective pets run away, and if I’m defective then that means that I have to go back for refurbishing, and, and…”

“And what, sweetheart?” He softened his voice, trying to seem less intimidating.

“And I don’t think I could handle that again!” She really started crying again. Not the soft crying that James had seen his brother's romantic pets do, but full body sobs that she couldn’t seem to stop. 

He stood up from the couch, and walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. “Shhhhh, I’m not sending you back. You’re ok. I want to take care of you, not hurt you. It’s ok…” She didn’t stop crying, but she did lean into the hug. That was good, that was a sign of trust. He just needed to make sure he could keep that trust. 

After a few minutes she stopped crying, but she didn’t pull away from the hug. Instead, she spoke. “Why’d you pick me?” It should have been a simple question. Just a one word answer, and that was that. James took a breath.

“I didn’t pick you, sweetheart. You were a surprise for my 21st birthday from my father. But, I want to give you the best life possible.”

“Then let me go.” She tensed as soon as she said it, like she didn’t mean to. He guessed she expected him to punish her. He would not.

“I can’t do that. I have connections in the pet liberation movement, yes, but I also have connections in the WRU that I can’t afford to go against. Besides, you’ve seen where I live, and that’s a liability.”

“Yes, sir.” She was slipping back into her training then, and his heart sank. He still couldn’t get her to come out of her shell. 

“Here, why don’t you come watch some tv with me? I’ll restart the show for you, that way you’re not missing anything.” She nodded, and let him lead her to the couch. He had her sit down on the opposite side of the couch from him, trying to give her her space. 

Once lunch was ready, the chef brought over two plates. He set one down in front of James, and one in front of Rose. James immediately bent down to grab his, but Rose didn’t move. Did she not want to eat?

James sat back, a frown on his face. Rose was staring at the food, but she wasn’t touching it. What was the matter? He decided to just ask her. 

“Do you not want the food, sweetheart?” She looked at him, then back at the food. That didn’t give him much information. 

“No, the food is nice, sir.” She still didn’t move.

“Then what’s the matter?” She just shook her head, looking out the window. “I need to know what’s wrong so I can help you.” James was trying his best to be kind, but Rose was starting to frustrate him. He couldn’t work with her if she refused to work with him. 

“I’m… I’m not allowed to eat without permission, sir.” Oh. She was probably embarrassed. That was fair.

“You’re allowed to eat here. Anytime. You don’t need my permission.” Rose nodded, and turned back to the plate. Picking it up, and eating the food. Thank god. He didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t.

warnings; dehuminization, pet whump, carewhumper, mentions of noncon

Rose had no idea what to do. Her new master was terrifying. He had gotten a hold of her old address, and gotten a hold of all of her things. What confused her was why he wasn’t using it like a reward. When pets had things from their previous owners, or previous life, it was usually used as a way to keep them in line. But this master had just given it to her. Why? What did he want from her?

She decided not to think about it, and just take a shower. She took off the damn WRU uniform, turned on the shower, and got in. All of her things were already in the shower. Clearly they took time to organize it in the same way she had it at her apartment. It was kinda creepy, she hated the idea of people going through her things. She was a very private person after becoming a pet. She had to be for survival. If she gave things away about herself her masters would just use that against her. She wouldn’t let that happen.

But now this new master had seen all her things. She had escaped for two years, and had collected a lot of things that made her happy. Having him know about that, without her permission, scared her. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She was stuck in his home, surrounded by security, and cut off from the rest of the world. She would just have to make peace with it. 

She finished in the shower and got out, toweling off with the brand new towel on the rack and going to the closet. It was a walk in closet with a ton of space. Why had her master given her this room again? Normally she would just get a small room or a closet in her master’s room with a mattress in it. Not this massive room with a walk in closet.

She sighed, and looked around. All her clothes were in here, except for her coats and shoes. She guessed that these were either downstairs, or not allowed to be used. Master did say that he had hiking trails she could go on, so maybe she was allowed outside. This whole situation was just confusing. She wanted to go home.

But where was home now? She couldn’t get an apartment, she’d be flagged as a runaway pet again. And besides, her master had easily found her old address, there’s no doubting he could do it again. Maybe she could flee the country, but that required resources and money she no longer had. It’s not like she could talk to Angelica. She was worlds away now.

It didn’t really matter though. She was here, and she didn’t get a choice. That was final. She sighed, and got dressed in a graphic t-shirt, jeans, and a sweater. She was tired of being cold, and didn’t care if she was accessible to this creepy master. He would just have to be inconvenienced.

He did say he didn’t want to touch her, but she wondered how long that would last. She knew damn well that masters could lie to earn her trust, and she would not fall for it. She was not some naive girl who could be manipulated to trust a man who owned her. Not anymore. 

She walked out of the closet, and glanced at her desk. The first thing she noticed was a vase with lilies on it. Then she noticed the cake. It looked like the cake from Sky’s bakery. Her laptop sat plugged in next to it, and she wanted to cry. Everything seemed to be in order, and he was leaving her little presents everywhere, but it all felt fake. Like he was just trying to build her up to break her down again. She would not fall for it. 

But maybe… It would give her a taste of home to eat the cake. It would be nice. She sat down and took a bite.

It was the cake from Sky’s bakery. And it was delicious. She rarely got to go to the bakery because it was so expensive, but she guessed this wasn’t a problem for her new master. She just hoped he wouldn’t use it against her.

She finished eating the cake and just sat at the desk looking out the windows. The windows overlooked what looked like a garden covered in snow, with a pond in the center and a fountain at the entrance. She wondered what kind of plants they grew in the spring. Maybe she could have a say in it?

No, that was stupid. Pets don’t get a say in their masters' homes. And that’s all she was, right? Some misguided, stupid pet who’s master clearly knew what was best, and who was just fighting the inevitable. It’s what she was trained to be, after all. 

She still remembered her training like it was the back of her hand. Even after the nightmares, and the arguments, and trying to forget over and over again, she still remembered it. She was supposed to kneel when her master came into a room. She was supposed to always be agreeable, always do whatever they asked. She wasn’t allowed a say in what she ate, or how much she was given. She was supposed to be grateful for everything her master gave her, including pain. She. She. She didn’t want to anymore. She just wanted to be free again. 

Maybe she could try and be good for this new master. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her as badly as the last one did. If she was good, maybe he would let her stay in here at night. Maybe he’d leave her alone. No, that would be a miracle. And she knew better than to believe in those. But she could still try and be good. This could be a fresh start. 

Rose looked around the rest of the room, taking it all in. Most of her paintings were hung up on the walls, her paper star garland was hanging across the posts of her bed, and her crochet blankets were in a chest at the base of the bed. The bed was facing the bathroom, with a tv next to it. Underneath the tv was a dresser, and it had her game cube and switch on top of it, as well as a little shelf with her games on it. She had no idea if she was allowed to use them, or if they were just for decoration. Normally romantics weren’t allowed entertainment. They were expected to prepare themselves for when their masters next wanted them. 

warnings; dehumanization, mentions of possible noncon carewhumper, pet whump

James stared at the woman in the large, black box on his living room floor. She was gorgeous, even prettier than her picture, and that made his heart flutter. He had prepped her room, putting her bed up and setting up the decorations in a way he thought she might like. He had gotten her favorite flower (lilies) and put it in a vase in her room. He also got her a slice of cake from her favorite bakery in town and put that on her desk as well. He would have gotten her a whole cake, but he had arrived late and they were out. 

She flinched when the box opened, and looked like she was going to cover her face before she thought better of it and sat up, kneeling in the box. She was looking at him, but not directly in his eyes. He wanted to reach out and tilt her chin up so he could get a better look at her face, but he guessed that would only scare her. It was best to keep things as calm as possible.

He waved off the delivery men, and came back into the living room to see Rose looking around. She caught herself, and flinched before looking down again.

“It’s ok, you can look around. This is your new home after all.” James kept his tone calm and even. Just like when he used to raise stray cats outside the house. If he showed fear or anger, they would react in kind and be frightened. He figured it was the same concept. 

“Yes sir,” she said, but her voice was shaking. She was clearly terrified of him. 

They had shipped her in just a tank top and pants, no coat and no long underwear, and the box she came in didn’t look insulated. She had to be cold, but to be polite he would ask.

“Are you cold? I can bring you a blanket.” She looked at him that time. Really looked at him, and it made him uneasy. Was he doing this wrong? 

“It’s ok, sir. A blanket will just make me less available for you.” Disgust mixed with the fear on her face when she said it, but she was clearly trying to follow the WRU’s handbook as a romantic. James was surprised she still remembered it.

“Alright, no blanket then. Do you at least have a name?” James knew the answer to this one, but he wasn’t sure if he should call her out on it if she lied or not. He didn’t want to show his hands too quickly. 

“You are allowed to name me whatever you like, sir. I am here to please.” So that was a dud. She really didn’t trust him then, but then again he gave her no reason to. He guessed that her previous masters had made her pretty wary of him. And technically he could do what he wanted to her. But he was not like his brothers, so instead he would work on building her trust.

“I wanted to make sure you remembered what happened before me. Can you? Or did they take that away from you again?” She stiffened, tears rimming her eyes.

“I- I can remember, sir.” She looked down at the floor now, she seemed so scared of him.

“Good. I know that this isn’t the situation you want to be in right now, but hopefully I won’t make it any worse.”

“Yes sir.” She was sticking to the script. Maybe showing her her room would help? James wrung his hands, nervous. 

“I have a surprise for you if you want to follow me.” She got up shakily on her legs. When was the last time she ate? He’d have to fix that later.

James walked up the stairs first, but he could hear Rose following him closely. Her footsteps were even, not rushed, and she was holding herself in a way that seemed very elegant. Once they got to the door he glanced back, but she was still staring at the floor. He wondered what her previous master’s surprises looked like. They couldn’t have been good. He decided the best thing to do was to stick to his script, and try to make her as comfortable as possible.

“Here we are!” He opened the door, and watched as she slowly looked up. A look spread across her face, but it wasn’t happiness. It was horror. James was confused. He thought she’d be happy to still have her things, especially coming out of the WRU. 

She looked up at his face, trying to read his emotion. He kept a placid smile, trying to show that he wasn’t a threat. It clearly wasn’t working. 

“It’s ok, this is your room. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” She looked back at the floor, clearly about to cry. “The rest of your things are in storage. If you ever want anything you remember just let me know and I will grab it.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” He nodded, and turned back to the room.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and get dressed? I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” 

“Yes sir. Should I come downstairs when I’m done?” She still thought he wanted to use her. He sighed, and then spoke.

“You have free reign of the house. I am busy most days with work and handling my family issues, so you will be left alone. You are allowed to leave the house, but you are not allowed to leave the property. There are a few hiking trails along the east side of the property if you’d like to use those.” She nodded, but kept her eyes on the floor. “There’s security around the house, a cook, and a maid. If you need anything from any of them they will give it to you. I told the maid not to come into your room without permission, so you are expected to keep it neat.” He paused to let her breathe.

“Yes sir.” She was staring at the windows in her room now. 

“Now, for the important part. I will not touch you without your permission. I know you have broken most of your conditioning so I will trust your judgment on what you want to do. Alright?”

Rose just nodded, but she met his eye this time, seemingly trying to figure out if he was lying or not. 

“Do you have any questions? You will not be punished for questions, I promise.” 

“How did you find out about the apartment?” Not my apartment, the apartment. She was clearly trying to keep her lives separate, maybe for her own sanity. 

“I have connections in the pet liberation movement. They got in contact with a few of your old friends who let me in to get your things before the apartment complex cleared it out. I tried to keep the apartment for you, but they said legal wouldn’t let them since you got taken back to the WRU.”

“Why would you try to keep the apartment? I’m your…. I’m supposed to be your….”

“I don’t want that. I want you to be comfortable here.”

“Then why did you buy me?” “It’s a family tradition.”

“Ok.” She brought her hands up to her stomach and hugged herself. She was clearly uncomfortable, and she had every right to be. He didn’t know how to fix this situation.

“Alright, well I’ll leave you alone now. Let me know if you need anything, ok?”

Here's part 3! The first part in Rose's perspective. I'm really new to the bbu so I'm not the most comfortable writing in the facility. Hopefully you still enjoy!

Warnings; dehumanization, treating people as objects, carewhumper

Rose was back. She had successfully escaped, and had almost gotten out. Once she got her papers she was going to leave the country, escape the hell that was her life. But she hadn’t been able to. WRU employees had found her apartment, and taken her back.

Rose was locked in a small white room with no windows, just waiting on the trainers to come back. They hadn’t given her the drip yet, so she probably wasn’t going back to a new owner. She may be used as a prop for the new trainers, to show them how to deal with an ‘unruly’ pet. She may just be killed. She wasn’t sure.

She lifted her head from her legs as the trainer opened the door. “Wake up, brat,” they said harshly. She was already awake, but that didn’t matter. They didn’t care about her at all. 

“Yes, sir?” She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to speak or not, but decided to risk it anyway.

“You’re lucky, 46732. You just got a new owner.” No. No, she couldn’t handle a new owner. They would pull her apart, rip her open, and do whatever they wanted to the pieces. “They wanted you unchanged. Normally company policy states you have to be refurbished and retrained, but they’ve been a loyal customer for years. So we’ll give them what they want, hm?”

“Yes sir.” She bowed her head again, trying to prevent any punishment that might come her way. Her shock collar lit up anyways.

“Look at me when I'm speaking to you 46732.” Rose lifted her eyes again, looking at the handler's chest. She knew better than to make eye contact. “Don’t act like this at your new masters house, or they might send you back again. Then there are no second chances.” She knew better than to ask what that meant. 

“Now, you’re going to come with me and get a bath and some fresh clothes, then you’re going to be shipped off to your new home. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.”

Rose hated the stupid box. It was so cramped, she couldn’t stretch out or breathe properly. She wanted to be out of it, but dreaded what was to come. A new master. New rules, new tricks. Always parading herself around to be as pretty as possible. Always available. She just wished she could go back to her apartment and curl up on her bed and disappear. 

She had seen the name on the shipping label. James Andretti. Her and Angelica had talked about him what seemed like years ago.

…

“So, when you were a pet, who did you belong to?” Angelica smiled, thinking about the question before answering. 

“His name was Domonic Andretti.”

“Like, the family that owns Blackwater liquor? Aren’t they famous for under the table deals?”

“Yes, but I had no involvement in that. I was trained as a domestic and child rearing pet, so I was in charge of the household.”

“Ok. Was he at least kind?”

“God no, he was mean. He had no real inheritance, and the money he had came from his father. I think he was resentful of that.” “Is that why you ran away?”

“Yes. That, and I wanted a way to make money for myself. To have my own things again. I signed up to be a pet at an old age, you know.”

“I remember. Is there anyone in that family that you do miss?”

“His name is James. He was the youngest of the Andretti family, and he was such a sweet kid. I hope his dad didn’t snuff it out.”

“Well, hopefully you and I can stay far away from that family.”

“Yes, well if you ever do find yourself mixed up with them just remember to stay on their good side. They can bring people down even if they aren’t pets.”

“And if I am a pet again?”

“Pray.”

…

Rose shivered in the cold. The WRU had just given her a tank top and loose pants to ship her in. But it was 20 degrees out and snowing so her box was cold. She’d take this over being at her new masters house, however. Who knew what horrors awaited her there. 

After what felt like hours, her box was lifted out of the truck. She could see out of the slits in the sides of the box that they were passing through a large yard with snow covered bushes, and Christmas lights on the house. And the house was huge. Bigger than any homes her previous owners had had. 

They passed into the entranceway of the home, and she took a breath. She could see her new master, and he was huge. He stood well over 6ft, and had broad shoulders that could clearly pack a punch. She remembered her previous owner hitting her when she wasn’t in line, would he do the same? He’d break her bones…

Here's the second part to James' perspective. Next time it will be Rose's perspective. I hope you enjoy!

warnings; dehuminization, carewhumper

At lunch James paced around his kitchen nervously, staring at his open phone. All it was was one call. He could do one call. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. He had talked to Pete countless times before, but all about business stuff. Never about a pet. He sighed, pressed the call button, and put the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” James steeled himself, and then spoke.

“Hello Pete, I have a favor to ask.”

“Anything for you man, what do you need?” Now comes the hard part. 

“I need information on a pet. Her number is 46732. She was busted out of a pet liberation group's home a few weeks ago.”

Pete was silent for several seconds. “Why do you need it? You know how I feel about people keeping pets.”

“I know, I know man. But it’s this stupid family tradition, every son gets a romantic on their 21st birthday. It was in my dad’s will, I couldn’t get out of it. I tried my best to make sure I got one that needed it. She didn’t even get the drip, she was labeled not fit for sale. They would’ve killed her.”

“Okok I hear you. I’ll see what I can do. Wait, did you say she was labeled unfit for sale?”

“Yeah man, why?”

“How’d you get your hands on her?”

“I don’t know, it was through my family lawyer.”

“Strange. Alright, well I’ll go sniff out some information. I’ll call you when I find something, ok?”

“Sounds good. And thank you.”

Pete didn’t call again until two days later. Two days of anxious waiting, James trying to fill his time with work and books and getting his moms old room cleared out. James picked up the call immediately.

“Hello?” “Hey James, I got some information on that pet you requested.”

“Yeah? What can you tell me about her?” 

“She was almost out. They were just waiting on papers for her, that’s how she got caught. She has her own apartment and everything. The pet lib who was working with her was pretty tight lipped, but it seems like she was independent. God, it must be hell for her to be taken back.”

“Yeah. Hopefully I can help soften the blow. I have a room set up for her, I just need to figure out what kind of furniture she likes. Wait, did you say she had an apartment? Do you think I could get into that?”

“I dunno man. That’d be pretty tough to figure out. I can definitely get the address though, if that helps.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’d be great.”

“Anyways, back to the information I did get. Her name is Rose, she’s 26 and has been a romantic since she was 19. She’s had three previous owners, all who got their licenses revoked for abuse, so she’s going to be pretty scared.”

“Jesus,” James breathed.

“Yeah, they don’t run away for nothing. Anyways, she doesn’t remember two of her owners because of the drip, but the scars are still there. Be careful with her, ok?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Listen, I know what kind of temper you have. If I get word that you hurt this girl I will personally come and take her back. I don’t have ties in the pet liberation movement for nothing.”

“She will be well taken care of, I promise.

“Ok. Anyways, let me see if I can get that address.”

James sat on his sofa, staring at the blank tv. He didn’t know how he would handle this, not on top of his dads estate and his job as head of the blackwater liquor company. It was all getting so overwhelming. But, it was tradition, and he would just have to push through. Hopefully he could get roses stuff out of that apartment, and into storage. Hell, maybe he could just keep the apartment for her. That would give her plenty of space from him. He felt his phone ring, and he answered the call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I got that address.”

“That was quick.”

“Yeah, well I have my ways. I have someone meeting you there this afternoon with a key. They haven’t cleaned the place out yet, so you should be able to get Rose's furniture.”

“Thank you Pete. What's the address?”

“5678 pinewell ave. Apartment 17. Bring a few people with you, and possibly a moving truck if you can get your hands on one.”

“Will do. And Pete? Thank you again.”

“Yeah, of course. Just be careful, ok?”

“Will do.”

Later that afternoon James stood in front of apartment 17 with three men, two women, and a moving truck. A bright eyed woman walked up to him, brandishing a key.

“Hello! Are you James?”

“Yes I am. I’m assuming you’re here to let me into the apartment?”

“Yes, if you would follow me please?” She walked up to the unassuming door and opened it with the key. The inside was gorgeous. It was all pastel colors, with floral prints everywhere. Crochet blankets lay across the couch, and a small wooden desk was in the bedroom. Rose had a laptop, a switch, and a game cube. Clearly she enjoyed gaming. She also had a lot of makeup products in the bathroom, and a few more fragile items on the bookshelf. It would be hard to fit all of this into the one room he had, he may have to put some of it into storage. 

“So. How much do you think you want to take?” The lady who had brought him in was looking at him with curiosity mixed with hate. He knew she was a pet liberation member, so helping him was the last thing she wanted to do.

“I want to take all of it. If that’s ok with you?” He turned to her, giving her his most convincing smile.

I wrote a new whump story, this time in the bbu! hopefully you enjoy.

warnings; dehumanization, slavery, carewhumper

James was the youngest son to the Andretti empire. His father had died three months ago, leaving him the role of head of the business and head of the family. He was the most equipped, after all. 

His twenty first birthday was in two weeks, and every son of his fathers got a romantic pet as their twenty first birthday gift. James hated the idea of pets. His eldest brother had killed their domestic pet when he was ten, and he had never forgiven them. She was his favorite, and he was hers.

But now, the lawyer overseeing fathers will was asking him what kind of romantic pet he wanted as his gift. He had simply told them that he wanted one that would fight back. One that remembered. Now he was waiting on the email telling him which pet he got, their number, their preferences, their appearance, everything ‘important.’ Of course he would do his own digging after that. He wanted her to feel at home, after all. He wanted her to want to be there, not be forced by some company brainwashing her. 

James lived in a large house, three stories not including the attic suite, with an open floor plan and three bedrooms on the second floor alone. He was also on a large property, 30 acres. It had been his fathers house before him, but when his father got too sickly to live in it James had taken it over. He had kept most things the same, just changing specific rooms to fit his tastes better, but keeping the overall feel of the house to be a cozy cottage in the woods. He had state of the art security at all the necessary checkpoints, as well as a cook, a gardener, and a maid to keep up with the domestic work. He enjoyed his life, and wasn’t sure how he would have to change his lifestyle to revolve around a pet. 

His phone dinged. The email came through. He immediately spun from looking at his phone and the window behind him to the front of the desk he was sitting at, opening up his laptop. His email was already open, he had been responding to some emails earlier, and the new one was right on top. His hands shook as he opened it, but he did not hesitate. Just clicked on the email and opened the photo attached. 

The pet was beautiful. She had golden brown curly hair, and piercing brown eyes. Freckles danced across her face, and she had a nice slim build. It was going to be hard for him to keep his eyes off of her once she came, but he figured that was the point of romantics after all. Although she wouldn’t be used in that way. James had no interest in people who couldn’t consent.

Once he opened up her file, he saw why his lawyer chose her. Taken from a pet liberation group, no drip, not fit to be sold, were written in big bold letters. He wondered how his lawyer got their hands on her. It couldn’t have been easy. But now he had her, and he had to take care of her. 

James was a well connected man. He knew people in the WRU, the pet liberation group, hell even the police. So it wouldn’t be a problem for him to get in touch with any of them to get more information about his new charge. He would just have to ask. He decided to set aside time at lunch to call Pete. Pete was a low level pet lib, but he had a knack for getting information quickly. He was perfect for this job. James wanted to know everything about his new pet. The file didn’t give him much, just told him she liked the color yellow and she was allergic to shrimp. But the WRU didn’t really care about the people it sent through its system. Why would it? They signed their life away after all. 

He sighed and sat back in his chair, thinking. He could renovate his mothers old room to fit her needs. It had two large windows against one wall, and flower wallpaper, with a bathroom connected to it. It would be private, and give the pet some space to acclimate. If she was coming straight off of the pet liberation group's heels her training wouldn’t be up to par, and she may be uncomfortable being around him, so giving her her own space was crucial. 

I've decided to restart eternity to characterize Theodore in a more realistic way, so I hope you enjoy!

Tw; mentions of noncon, feet mutilation, pet whump

Amir was stuck. It reminded him of those flies stuck in sticky traps that his master liked to laugh at. But he wasn’t in a sticky trap. No, it was much worse.

His master had labeled him a runaway so his feet had been sliced and nerve endings exposed. Now he couldn’t move without excruciating pain and had been like this for two weeks.

Now he was stuck in a bed, waiting for his master to return and the punishment to start all over again. But it had been nearly an hour and his master still hadn’t returned yet.. It was starting to become concerning. 

Amir started to listen closely to the sounds outside the room, and he could hear shouting. It sounded like it was slowly getting closer. Amir shook, not knowing what this meant. Was he going back to his cell?

Usually Sneherr wanted to tell him what was happening directly, mostly because he liked to hear amir beg, but now he had disappeared. Did that mean that Amir had been left to the soldiers? God, that would be a terrible fate. 

The shouting was almost outside the door now. something else was there too, almost like a gentle murmur. It was too hard to tell through the wooden door though.

What amir could tell was that there were three voices. One sharp and shrill, one commanding and loud, and one soft like velvet. They were the ones talking, while the others were shouting and angry. Amir dreaded what they would do with him once they reached the room. It couldn’t be any worse than Sneherr. The only thing worse than him would be a new master, learning all the rules would be hell and he didn[‘t know if he’d survive it.

The only reason he had made it this far with sneherr had been because of the point system. They needed points for everything, including food, that’s why he hadn’t eaten nearly anything but scraps for the past two weeks. It was excruciating. He was so hungry.

Suddenly the door at the front of the room crashed open. Amir let out a cry, but stayed perfectly still. His master had told him to stay, and he wasn’t sure if he was wearing a shock collar or not. He really didn’t want to get shocked today. 

Two incredibly large creatures walked into the room. they had large leathery wings, and were different shades of brown and red. They had pointy ears and hair like humans. Amir started to shake. He looked like a child compared to these things. Was he supposed to satisfy them? It would hurt so bad…

One sat on the side of the bed, while the other started to sift through the desk. Amir wanted to say something, wanted to protect his master's things like he was supposed to, but the sharp gaze from the creature to his left stopped him. What did they want with him? Was he finally useless to his master and being sold as a pet? No, that couldn’t be right. His master wanted to show him off like a prize. Shenerr told Amir that directly.

Then why was this large creature interested in him? Was it really just curious?

Amir didn’t have time to finish that thought before the creature moved. He flinched, and nearly his head on the headboard, but the creature paid him  no mind. It was busy gathering up the blanket on the floor. Once it had folded the blanket it looked towards amir with a piercing gaze. It took the blanket and set it across Amir's body, properly covering him for the first time in weeks. His master had said that clothes were for obedient pets, so he wasn’t allowed to have any. But clearly this creature didn’t care what his master thought. 

Amir gave a careful smile as a thank you, since he didn’t know if it spoke east common, and it grinned and turned to it’s larger companion. Speaking with a melodic language, with a velvet-like voice, the two started gesturing towards amir. He shivered, not wanting to think about what they wanted from him. Hopefully it would be quick. 

After two long minutes of waiting the larger creature picked up a box of papers and made one final gesture towards amir. The smaller creature turned to him and started to slide its arms under him. No. he was not just going to be taken. He couldn’t, it wasn’t in his nature. 

Amir was dragged out of the bed kicking and screaming. The creature wrapped the blanket tight around his arms, then pinned his leg under its arm. It seemed like it was trying to be careful to to touch his feet, which was strange. Once amir was fully pinned down it moved to leave the room. Amir started to cry. He dreaded finding out what this thing wanted outside of this room. He couldn’t bear the thought of it.

“Shhhhh…” the creature moved Amir to a bridal style position and Amir was too frazzled to fight it. Instead he settled into its chest. His instinct telling him to act as cue as possible. Maybe if he was good the creature would be gentle with him. Maybe it’d leave him alone. 

The creature made a content noise, then moved to walk further down the hallway, following its other half. Amir shuddered, not sure what was about to happen, but knowing it was about to happen in front of all the guards around him. Now that he thought about it, the guards with wings were smaller than the creature holding him. By a lot. 

Amir glanced down, and realized that his feet didn’t hurt as much as they normally did. At least, he wasn’t fighting back tears or screaming like he normally did with sneherr. He wondered what happened…

He glanced down, and realized that a cut on the side of his foot had healed. Did that mean his whole foot was healed. That would be a miracle. Or maybe… No. It couldn't be. Magic didn’t exist. 

He shifted in the creatures arms, wanting a better look at his feet.

“Shhhh… ----- —- —---” it spoke again in the same melodic tone. Amir decided to wait until he was set down to look at his feet. He didn’t want to anger the creature further.

He wondered what it was saying. Maybe just maybe, it was trying to comfort him. But most likely it was a threat for amir to stay quiet. Masters didn’t like to be disturbed, and this thing was his new master, right? It must be, it had killed sneherr, so amir was its prize. It only made sense.

Soon they were out of the fortress and headed towards what looked like a camp. Hopefully amir would get some sleep before anything happened. He hadn't had sleep in weeks, and he was so so tired. 

The creature brought him into a tent full of cots. There were other people in here, but none that amir recognized. Most of them appeared to be guards, but only a few looked familiar. But not threatening.

He was set down on a cot, and the creature turned to the nurses who appeared to be nekos. He wondered what happened for them to serve these winged creatures. 

Nekos were a proud species. Always bragging about how they couldn’t be broken, about how they were ‘independent’. It made them a target.

But here they didn’t appear to be bedwarmers. Actually, from what Amir could tell he was the only bedwarmer here. Were they assigned to the super wealthy, or were they just in a different spot?

Amir didn’t have a chance to ponder the question anymore because the creature was setting him down on a cot. One of his feet brushed against the bed and red-hot pain shot through him. He screamed, and thrashed, trying to get his feet to stop hurting. Suddenly, amir couldn’t move. He was on his stomach, and the creature was putting a blanket on top of him. His feet weren't being touched, and he was ok. It was just for a second.

For the first time since his master left him, Amir spoke. “Sorry sir, I didn't mean to panic. The creature smiled, and patted his head before speaking in that same sing-song language. Amirs head spun. How was he supposed to communicate with this master if they couldn’t even speak the same language? He was used to being a bedwarmer in the east, where they all spoke eastern common, what was he going to do?

“Hey little one, what’s wrong?” one of the guards had walked over, and was attempting to talk to amir. Amir recognized them, they were the only reason Amir got water for these past two weeks.

“Nothing, I'm fine.” no matter how nice this guard was, he was not to be trusted. 

“You don't look fine. Do you know what’s going on?” Amir shook his head no.

“Well this is the sand devil prince. He is heir to the most important throne in the west. He has taken a liking to you, and sped up the process of getting you medical help by days.”

Days? Did that mean without him Amir would’ve been left to rot? Also, what did a powerful figure want with him? Entertainment? Then the prince spoke to the guard for a few seconds, and the guard turned back to amir.

“The prince wants me to tell you not to worry, that he’ll get a translator and start teaching you his language so that you both can communicate.” 

“Can you.. Can you tell him thank you?” the guard relayed the message, smiled at Theodore, and then left.

Before Next

Warnings; mentions of noncon

“Bo, bo wake up!” Amir sat upright, scared out of a nightmare.

“Yes, master?” he didn’t want to. He couldn’t handle…

“Come on, I want to show you something.” Gentle hands guided him onto a… wing? That's right, he had a new master now. Theodore.

“Yes sir.” he let himself be taken out of the captain's quarters and onto the deck of the ship. Why was the water glowing?

“Have you ever seen the eastern sea before?” Amir's master had a huge smile on his face, like he was about to tell a secret.

“No sir. Its beautiful." Amir could hardly take his eyes off of the water, little bright blue specks glowing with each wave that hit the boat.

“It's my favorite part about sailing home instead of flying. We pass through it every time. Sadly it’s only visible by night, otherwise I might have to take a break from my paperwork” Amirs master gave a small chuckle and turned to amir. “What do you think of it?”

“It's fascinating. What is it, sir?”

“It's the last remnant of the goddess Celeste. Have you ever heard of her?”

Before next

Warnings: noncon mentioned, emotional abuse

Amire froze. His master hadn’t touched him except to move him from place to pace and comfort him. He was curious as to why, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer.

“No sir.”

“So my Uncle views friends as a distraction. Every time I make one he forces them to enlist in the front lines of our expansion and I'm not allowed to talk to them. So from my perspective you're the first friend I have who can’t get taken from me.” so he wanted the companion part of a bed warmer. Amir could do that.

“I’m sorry to hear that sir. It sounds like you’re in a tough situation.” Amir really didn’t care how this royal felt, but if it meant keeping the perks of being his ‘friend’, Amir could pretend.

“I appreciate that, thank you Bo.” Amir was glad the fake name had stuck. He really didn’t want to give up that part of his identity yet.