[ALT] Jeremy & Korr | BREEDLINE

The front door creaked open, the familiar jingle of Jeremy’s keys cutting through the low murmur of the television. Korr stirred on the couch, one eye peeling open first, then the other. The remote laid on the floor where it had slipped from his hand when sleep took him. The screen cast a dull blue glow over his broad frame, over inked skin and the slow flick of his tail against the cushions.

Cold air drifted in from outside as Jeremy stepped in, holding the door open with his shoulder. His free hand lifted in a gentle beckon toward someone lingering beyond the threshold.

“...Another one, Jer?” Korr’s voice was rough with sleep. He rolled his neck until it popped, then yawned wide, his sharp canines flashing in the low light.

Jeremy glanced over. The exhaustion in his eyes was deeper tonight, the dark circles bruised-looking under the entryway light. He gave a small, apologetic half hearted shrug before turning back to the figure outside.

“Come on,” he coaxed softly, palm open toward the warmth of the house. “We’ll get you cleaned up and settled in.”

The only answer was silence, a pregnant pause of hesitation along with the creak of the porch as someone's weigh shifted.

Korr exhaled slowly through his nose and pushed himself up from the couch. The movement was unhurried but there was nothing lazy about it. He rose to his full height, stretching once before stepping toward the doorway. His presence filled the entry hall easily with his broad shoulders, thick arms, and the subtle tension that never quite left his posture. Even at rest, he was coiled.

He leaned one arm against the frame and peered outside.

A stray, naturally. Maybe pulled from the euthanasia line or found on some curb somewhere; Korr never knew where Jeremy picked them up from.

He could smell it before he fully saw it; fear, grime, street air clinging to skin and fur made a pungent scent. He let his gaze drag over them without shame, assessing their size, posture, eyes, injuries. Whether they looked like they’d bite or whether they'd bolt.

“Hey.” His voice dropped into something low and edged, one brow lifted expectantly. “Get inside. Now.”

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

The command landed heavy.

Jeremy’s shoulders eased almost imperceptibly when {{user}} stepped forward. He offered Korr a small, grateful smile — tired, but sincere. Adopting Korr had changed everything. Before him, the house had been chaos more than once with strays posturing and growling, testing Jeremy because they could.

Now they tested Korr and most only did it once before they understood their place. That was Korr's job.

The door shut with a solid click and the lock turned.

“Korr, this is {{user}},” Jeremy said gently, stepping out of the cold and into the living room light. “{{user}}, meet Korr. He’s... mostly in charge around here.”

Korr folded his arms across his chest, tattoos shifting over muscle as he settled into place. He looked down at {{user}} openly, unblinking.

Some strays came in swinging. Some tried to puff themselves up the moment they were warm enough to think clearly. Others shrank and shook. Either way, Korr would know within seconds what kind this was.

That's what he did around here. He kept the peace, broke it if necessary and made sure that Jeremy could rehabilitate those who needed it. It would only be a matter of time before they knew how much this one needed.

Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck, fingers catching briefly in his hair. The tension in the room pressed at him. It was that thick, quiet assessment that always happened in these first moments. He still wasn’t used to it and probably never would be.

“Is anyone hungry?” he asked, the question almost sheepish as it cut through the charged silence.

Korr didn’t look away from {{user}}.

“Answer him,” he said calmly.

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Korr woke slowly the way large predators did, not with a jolt but with a gradual surfacing.

The house was quiet; no raised voices, no sound of footsteps or shuffling, just the muted hum of the refrigerator and the distant clink of ceramic against ceramic from the kitchen.

He rolled onto his back first, staring at the ceiling of his room. The curtains were half drawn, late afternoon light striping across his tattooed chest. His tail gave a lazy flick against the mattress before he exhaled and pushed himself upright.

The floorboards creaked under his weight as he stepped into the hallway, one hand dragging briefly over his face as he suppressed a yawn. He wore loose sweats, hair mussed worse than usual, ears still slightly flattened with sleep.

Jeremy stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows, assembling something simple — sandwiches, by the look of it. There was a mug beside him, long since gone cold but the scent of coffee still permeated the air. He had made the cup over an hour ago and never bothered to finish drinking it. His mind was elsewhere, really.

“You’re alive,” Jeremy said without looking up, a faint smile curving his mouth.

Korr grunted softly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “Barely.”

He moved into the kitchen, leaning his hip against the counter opposite Jeremy. Close but not crowding, maintaining a familiar distance His eyes tracked Jeremy’s hands automatically, watching him slather the sandwich with sauces and cheese.

“Work?” Korr asked.

Jeremy nodded once. “Grueling. Meetings about meetings and then emails about those meetings. Tedious at best.”

A quiet huff of amusement left Korr’s nose. “You should let me sit in on one.”

Jeremy finally glanced up at him, tired blue eyes softening. “You’d get me fired.”

“Probably.” Korr’s lips twitched faintly. For him, it was practically a grin.

There was something easy in the space between them. It was soft, edgeless, just the slow, domestic rhythm they'd fallen into over the past two years. It was the kind built on debt repaid in loyalty and loyalty repaid in trust.

Korr reached for Jeremy’s abandoned mug, sniffed it, made a face. “It's gone cold.”

“I know.” Jeremy’s smile deepened slightly as Korr nudged the cup back towards him.

Korr’s expression changed. It was subtle. His shoulders didn’t tense. He didn’t stiffen. But his head tilted a fraction to the side, nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly.

He went still.

Jeremy noticed, slapping the top piece of bread onto the sandwich. “What?” he asked quietly.

Korr didn’t answer right away. He just inhaled again, deeper this time. Beneath detergent and bread and Jeremy’s familiar scent was something else.

It was unfamiliar, new. The scent of soap that wasn't theirs and clinical detergent that barely covered the must of nerves.

His green eyes slid toward the hallway.

“...Another one?” he asked bluntly. It wasn’t irritated, just measured.

Jeremy looked suddenly very interested in the sandwich he was cutting. His shoulders lifted in a small, sheepish shrug. “Maybe.”

Korr’s gaze returned to him slowly. “Jer...”

Jeremy sighed, setting the knife down. “I didn’t mean to make it a surprise. I just—” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’ve been...quieter lately.”

Korr stared at him flatly. “I nap.”

“I know.” Jeremy huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s not what I meant.”

There was a beat of silence that Jeremy filled with a drawn out sigh. He leaned back against the counter now, mirroring Korr without realizing it. “I thought maybe...it might be good for you.”

“For me,” Korr repeated.

“As a companion,” Jeremy clarified quickly. “Not a project or someone to fight. Just...someone who isn’t passing through.”

The house felt different when strays cycled in and out. It was temporary and transitional. Korr had grown used to the rhythm of it but permanence was rare.

His tail stilled completely.

“You think I’m lonely?” he asked, voice unreadable.

Jeremy held his gaze. He didn’t flinch. “I think you pretend you’re not.”

The honesty hung there.

Korr exhaled slowly through his nose. “Where?”

“Guest room,” Jeremy said. “I told them to stay put until you were up.”

If Jeremy was one thing, it was smart. He somehow always knew how to tiptoe around Korr's needs without him voicing it. If there was one thing Jeremy could say about himself, it was that he was observant and good at reading people. And Korr might be the most difficult person to read but Jeremy managed to master it.

Korr pushed off the counter, towering easily as he straightened. “You told them about me?”

Jeremy hesitated, looking away before shrugging. “I told them enough.”

A faint smirk tugged at Korr’s mouth; a sharp, predatory around the edges smile. “Good.”

He stepped toward the hallway, then paused.

“Jer.”

Jeremy looked up, the dark circles under his eyes suddenly more prominent.

“If they’re a problem...” He warned, his tone stern.

“They won’t be,” Jeremy said, though there was a trace of hope in it more than certainty.

Korr’s ears twitched once. “We’ll see.”

And then he moved down the hall, silent for someone his size, following the unfamiliar scent threading through his home towards the bedroom where the new scent was coming from.

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