R.I.P Jo March, you would've loved Hermione Granger.
R.I.P Laurie Lawrence, you would've loved Cardan Greenbriar.
R.I.P Jason Grace, you would've loved Matthias Helvar.
R.I.P Kaz Brekker, you would've loved Artemis Fowl.
R.I.P Amy March, you would've loved Feyre Archeron.
R.I.P Aleksander Morozova, you would've loved Tom Riddle.
R.I.P Dorian Gray, you would've loved Henry Winter.
R.I.P Daemon Targaryen, you would've loved Rin.
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The Yule Goat
Warnings: pet whump, collar, branding, burns, conditioning, cruel whumper
"Kneel," the Master ordered as they stood in front of the Pet.
The Pet quickly dropped to their knees. It had only taken getting slapped a few times for them to realize if they didn't do as the Master ordered, there would be pain. "Yes, Master. Anything you say, Master," the Pet added hurriedly, trying to remember everything the Master wanted to hear.
"Good. You learn fast, my Pet," the Master reached down to stroke the Pet's hair.
"Thank you Master. You are too kind, Master." The Pet leaned into the Master's touch.
"I think I will keep you, my Pet. I wasn't sure at first, but you learned. And you are just so lovely to look at," the Master fisted the Pet's hair, bending the Pet's head back so they could stare into the Pet's eyes.
The Pet struggled to contain their cry. They struggled to remain pliable in the Master's grasp. But they did not struggle to avoid the Master's gaze. That had been one of their more painful lessons. The burn on their side was still painful from where the Master had slapped them with the hot fire poker.
"Don't move, my Pet," the Master said as they released the Pet's hair. "I have something for you."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." The Pet held themself as still as possible as the Master circled them.
The Master placed something around their neck. "A beautiful collar, for my beautiful Pet." The collar was tight, but not too tight. It was heavy and felt thick. "The gemstones match your beautiful eyes, pet."
"Thank you, Master, you are far too kind, Master." The Pet tried to keep their eyes wide open to disguise the tears that filled their eyes. They were collared. How could this have happened? How will they ever be free?
"Oh, I'm not done yet, pet. I have one more thing for you."
"Thank you, Master. You are--"
But the Pet couldn't finish. The words died on their tongue as a scream wrenched from their throat. The Master pressed a burning hot branding iron to the side of the Pet's neck. "Hold very still, pet, I would hate to have to do this again."
The Pet screamed and wailed as their flesh blistered and burned. The world became a blur as waves of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed them. The Master's strong arms kept the Pet upright. "This is so lovely, Pet. Now everyone will know you belong to me. Forever."
"Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master," the Pet whispered as they struggled to keep awake. "Th-Th-Thank you, M-M-Master."
The Pet's tenuous grip on consciousness began to fade as the Master removed the branding iron from their neck. They slumped against the Master. The Master's strong arms wrapped around them as their world grew dark. "Sleep, my Pet. Rest. You and I will resume your training once you wake."
The Master's voice was distant. The Pet knew they should respond. Knew they should thank the Master. But they couldn't speak through the heavy darkness that consumed them. They only hoped the Master would take mercy on them once they woke.
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