#Pet Shelter AU

[goronska]

Did a little fanart shetch for @emmettnet doing the wonderful Pet Shelter AU with his OCs, Dirk and Logan and others. Those characters belong to him!

[fistfuloflightning]

“I’ll have to take you out sometime—when you’re not about to throw up, though.” A careful pause, Meng Yao suddenly eyeing him with suspicion. “You’re not a secret half-sibling, are you?”

The glass paused halfway to his lips and Wei Ying stared at him. “…Do you always vet your potential dates this way?”

“After the last blind date ended up being my half-sister, I don’t think it’s unnecessary.”

“Fair enough.”

[cuteangsty]

Pet shelter whump (interactive)

ask for blond to help

The blonde kneels to his level and attempts to touch his sholder, but he recoils. his muttering is getting lower as he rubs the right side of his face with his hand.

"I can't... no more... already..." there are the only audible words you could piece together.

"we'll just bathe, ok?" the blonde rubs his back despite him flinching

You walk to the bathtub and splash some of the water. you tell him It's warm and confortable. the brunette peeks through his sholder, his glare is very suspicious of you, eventhoght he doesn't seem sure of where you are exactly.

"no...it burns..." the brunette whispers turning his back again, his hand, now touching the bandages at his abdomen.

"here, feel the water first..." the blonde pulls him to the bathtub, the brunette seems to resist a little, but not as much as before.

the blonde pulls his hand to the surface of the water as repeats that everything is ok. The brunette, seemed to be calming down at first but suddenly goes back to trying to pull away full force.

"no! NO! please! noo! n-!... huh..." he pleads until his fingertips reach the water. He stops to think for a moment. the blonde smiles

You ask the brunette if the water is in a good temperature. he peeks at you again and imediantly starts to untie the bandages through his body, strugling a lot to do it on his own, so the blonde helps him take it of.

You look away for a moment, letting them have their privacy to take of the underware and get in.

The blonde is the first one to get in and dip his head in the water, the brunette enters slowly, still unsure of the water. you accidently turn back to them to soon. and he is still getting in. the glance you took of his body is just... terrible.

You feel bad for thinking that, but, there was a reason for the bandages, clearly... what did they do to him...?

You couldn't see his back very well but the chest had huge burnt scars spreading all over it in a similar pattern to his face, it's impossible to tell what happened, a few smaller dots seem to have been done with cigarettes.

you look away imedtiately and only turn back when you hear the small splashes of them sitting down.

"master... um..." the blond calls you "can we have the duckie?" asks pointing at the rubber duck on a shelf

you smile and put the rubber toy on the water.

You pick up the soap, the shapoo and conditioner. you decide that perheaps it would be better to wash the blonde first, so the brunette can 'see' what's going to happen. You start to scrub the blonds arms and chest as he makes little waves pushing the rubber duck around, noticing that the brunette seems very interested in it.

You tell him it's a rubber duck.

"hm? the... um... yellow...?" you reply positively and push the duck closer to him as you move your hands through the blond's hair. It's very matted, you though it was 'dirty blonde' but it trully is just dirt, where did they even keep these pets?

the brunette seems a little unsure of the toy.

"is dead?" he doesn't seem alarmed just curious. You reply that no "but... It does not quack..."

You take a deep breath and tell him it's a toy, not a real duck, he doesn't seem to understand very well, but is still pleased by it's presence, soon he starts to play with it himself, making little splashes even grabbing the duck for a while, studing the texture.

you turn your attention to the blond again, when he winces in pain. you ask him what's wrong. before the response could leave his mouth you notice the spot you were scrubing, there is a deep scar on the scalp, looks very surgical, almost unoticeble, hidden under his hair.

"um... it doesn't hurt..." the blonde laughs unconfortable.

You decide not to touch on that right now, let's unpack their issues later on, they just got here...

You finish with the blond and decide to let him clean his lower half. the moment you approach the brunette he glances at your direction, but then looks back at the duck, almost like a warning 'I hear you' but somewhat feels like progress 'I'm ok with you near me'. He even seems to relax more when you massage and scrub his hair, thoght goes back to his usual tension once you finish it.

You give them a towel each and wait for them to get dry. the dryer's noise stratles them a little, but the blonde seems to somewhat accept it, but you notice him covering the scalp on the scar's spot as you dry his hair. for the brunette, you decide to disable the heat, he doesn't seem to like hot things near him. he still covered his face and ears, even shaking a bit, when it got too close to him he grabbed the blonde for support.

after you finish with them in the bathroom you decide to let them rest on the couch for a while.

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@wolfeyedwitch

@skysayshi

@whumpsday

@batfacedliar

@whumpdreamz

@litsuki

@oddsconvert

I'll give them the names you guys chose on the next one, I'll probably write it fastes, since I'm on college recess :3

[bonefall]

Forgor if I asked this. But a question about Millie's Radio Collar AU. Would something like an under the skin microchip be possible? Idk if they actually make those kind of tracking devices, but would a Clan cat notice something was in their scruff and have it taken out?

Microchips don't have GPS; they are a thing that is scanned when a cat is taken to a vet or shelter. You can't track an animal through an implant.

Or, certainly not in the 2000s when Millie was collared. I referenced the Sirtrack catalogue for the device she wears, the same product that was used for Meerkat Manor. It was absolutely top of the line at the time, that show couldn't have happened without the advancements put into that collar.

So... short answer is no. That's not how microchips work lmao

[pigeonwit]

davey owning a gorgeous and terrifying russian blue cat named lady macbeth vs davey owning the scraggliest dopiest hairless cat ever named Scrunk

[dokidokisadness]

From pet shelter whump here

[obsessedwithegos]

Permanent Home -@emmettnet 's Shelter Pet AU

CW: Pet whump, implied threat being taken as comfort

Note: This takes place in @emmettnet ‘s Shelter Pet AU, as the title says :>, there's also more under the cut! So please click that to keep reading!

Cyrus belongs to @emmettnet !

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Bebê’s eyes scanned the large, majorly empty, room as they waited to see the pet the front desk person recommended they meet.

They looked back to the door and stopped tapping their nails on the bench as they heard the door open. 

A tall employee with black hair, brown eyes, and a name tag that read ‘Cyrus’ walked in. Clinging to his leg was the pet with white hair, wide blue eyes, and various scars littering his body.

They smiled, despite their own excitement they chose to stay sitting down so as to not startle the pet. “Hello, this is Runa I’m guessing?”

“That’s right.” Cyrus looks down to Runa, he reaches down to very gently nudge him. “It’s alright, little one, you’re safe to say hi.”

The pet glances up to him before looking at the person sitting on the bench. “Hello master..” His voice was soft as he hesitantly moved to sit on the ground beside the employee but continued to hold onto his leg. Now that he was no longer hiding behind him, he couldn’t help but tremble.

“Hi Runa!” Bebê cooed as they would talking to most animals. “I’m going to get off the bench and crouch down, okay?”

He glances at Cyrus again before nodding.

They moved slowly to not scare him as they slid off of the bench and into a crouch to be closer to eye level with him, in an attempt to not look as big and scary. “Are you scared, dear?”

He nodded as he clung to Cyrus a little bit tighter. The term of endearment caught him completely off guard and made him worried. “Mhm.”

“That’s alright. I’m sorry if I scare you.” They figured maybe the pet would find some sort of comfort in an apology of some kind.

They turn their attention to the employee he clung to. “Do you know what happened to him to make him so scarred up and scared?”

Cyrus nods. “Oh yes, Runa had to be removed from the custody of his previous owner.” He moves to pet Runa as he continues to talk. “His previous owner would show him to others and if the poor pet didn’t stay still, quiet, or crawl beside them, they would harm him. He had a glass bowl thrown at him by them while he was being removed from their property. They sounded… Relentless.”

Bebê looks at Runa with a soft expression. “Poor guy..”

~~~~~~ Bebê smiles as they write ‘Bebê Eirlys’ on the line asking for the name of the adopter. 

“I’m so glad you decided to adopt Runa! I don’t know if Cyrus got the chance to tell you but we do have in our files a note that he has a dietary preference of vegetarianism. Is that alright?” The front desk lady asked.

They nodded “Yep! I have a few personal chefs so getting him vegetarian meals will be no issue!” They chime as they write ‘social media influencer’ on the line asking what their job was.

‘Do you own any other pets?’ Not humanoid. Animalistic; 1 dog.

‘Do you have experience owning pets?’ Humanoid, not owning but pet sitting. Animalistic; yes.

“I know it’ll take him a while to warm up to his new home but I’m so excited! I hope he’ll like the room I put together for him!” They take a moment to twirl the pen in their hand to help get out a little bit of energy before continuing to write.

“You put together a room for him? How sweet, I’m sure that will help him feel safe as he adjusts.” She shuffles Runa’s records into a neat pile to put them in a folder, before digging out his picture. 

“I hope so, he seems like he could be such a sweetie once he can open up!” They finish filling out the paper and add their social media handles at the bottom with a note ‘For if you want to check in on him and see the conditions of his new home’

She accepts the finished paperwork and looks it over. “Alright! Do you also want to buy a crate for the ride home, or are you going to let him roam freely in your vehicle?”

“I’ll buy a crate, it might make him feel safer.”

~~~~~~

The car ride definitely wasn’t the smoothest and that certainly didn’t help Runa’s anxiety as he pressed himself as far back into the crate as he could.

His eyes darted around to look through the gaps in the crate as he was moved through the new building and eventually was settled into what he could only describe as a soft room.

He shook as his new master opened the crate’s door, but then they backed up and sat down on the dog bed?

“It’s alright Runa, we’re home now, no more rough bumps!” They smile. “This is your room!”

There was no way this could be his room, it looks too soft, too harmless, too comfortable. The bars of the crate were starting to hurt his back because of how hard he was pressing against it.

Their smile briefly falters before they light up. “Alright, I’ll be right back, try to calm your breathing down.”

He wasn’t sure if that was an order or not as he watched them get up and leave the room. …His breathing?

He didn’t realize it before, but he was breathing pretty hard and loud, and it was pretty shaky as well. He squeezes his eyes shut as he recalls the breathing exercise Master Cyrus taught him.

Inhale. 1… 2… 3... 4…

Exhale. 1… 2… 3… 4…

Doing it one more time made it a lot easier to breathe. What was that other exercise he taught him? It started with looking for five things, right? 

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He could see the black bars of his crate, the orange dog bed in the middle of the room, and there was a pink soft looking rug on the floor… He could also see the wooden door and….

The door opened, and now he could see his new master.

“I’m back!” They announced, moving to sit back on the dog bed again. “I have treats too!”

Runa looked to their hands to see they were holding a container, he looked back up to their face.

“They’re krispie marshmallow squares! Vegetarian and sweet!” They explained, taking one out of the container. “Do you want one?”

Could he say no? Was that an option? Then again… He couldn’t remember the last time he had something sweet like a marshmallow. It did sound pretty good. He nodded.

Master takes a piece off of the square they were holding and tosses it into the crate, causing him to flinch as though it was going to hurt him. 

They then took another piece off and carefully tossed it so it’d land outside the crate. Then another, farther away from the crate and closer to them. And another. “There! When you get to me, you can have a whole one!” They chimed as they took a whole square out of the container before setting it off to the side.

“Take your time, we have all day!” They say, taking a phone out of their pocket to scroll on it with their free hand. They kept the hand holding the square held out.

Runa looks down to the piece in his crate. It felt like his tense muscles creaked as he moved to kneel down and pick it up off the ground with his mouth to eat.

Marshmallows were a lot sweeter than he remembered, and the soft crunch from the krispie was really nice. It tasted really good, and he was already starting to inch more to the front of the crate so he could get the piece that was just outside of it.

He glances up to Master, who seemed to just be on their phone and not focusing on him. He grabs the small piece and ducks back into the crate to eat it.

He stares at the next piece that sat on the edge of the rug. If he wanted that piece he’d need to step outside the crate… He took a moment to build up his courage. 

He very slowly crawls to the front of his crate. His hand shakes as he sets it down outside the crate, and so does his other hand. He lowers himself as close to the ground as he could as he grabs the next piece, but doesn’t retreat completely back into the crate.

The rug brushes against his face, the fibers were soft and tickled at his nose. Maybe… It’d feel nice against his hands?

He moves one hand to the rug and runs his finger through the fibers. It feels really nice, it’d probably be warm to sleep on too. He looks up to Master, who was looking at him but then looks back to their phone.

He.. didn’t get a warning? Or a scolding?

He moves more out of the crate to the next piece of the marshmallow krispie. His mouth was already watering before he even got it in his mouth.

“There you go, you’re doing good.” Master’s voice spooked him but it was soft. They didn’t look upset, they had a smile. So far, so good!

The next one… Was the full square in Master’s hand. He hesitates. He moves closer but nudges their hand with his nose first, as if checking it’s not a trap.

“It’s alright. You can have the square.” They reassured. 

Runa glanced at them, was.. Their phone camera pointed at him? He looked back to the square, the small pieces were really good.. So the full piece must be good too, right? And Master did praise him…

He leans forward and takes a bite of the square. It was just as good as the small pieces, but it felt so rewarding.

“Good! Good job!” Master’s voice praised. 

…

Bebê’s fans were going to love this video of their new pet already eating out of their hand, how brave of him!

~~~~~~

It’s been about 2 weeks since Runa was brought to his new home, and so far it’s been great.

He didn’t understand Master’s fascination with their phone and cameras, but it made them happy, and they said it also makes other people happy. They didn’t hurt him, so he didn’t mind. He actually liked it when they would use their phone or camera and then read to him what other people say from their posts.

Right now him and Master were laying down on the couch, and they were allowing him to hold onto them while they relaxed.

Their fingers running through his hair felt so nice that it felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.

“You’re such a good boy Runa.” They praised.

He liked it that they praised him so much, it meant that he was doing things right and he wouldn’t have to go long worrying if he was or not.

“I promise you, that you’ll never have a new owner again.” 

What a weird thing for them to say, but he couldn’t help but smile. He finally found his permanent home, and it was so nice. He hoped it would stay like this.

~~~~~

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Runaverse: @whumpsday

[hoperays-song]

Human Johnny: Random Headcannon

Human Johnny would have a dog. A dog he found like three years before Sing 2 when he was like 15 after a fight with his dad. Johnny ran off in storm after a fight and came across this tiny muddy, flea covered puppy in an alley and just... brought it home with him. 

Marcus of course did the usual parent thing of “Absolutely not, we are not getting a dog, we’re taking it to the shelter in the morning”. And yet, when he went down to the garage the next morning he realized that Johnny had spent the night sleeping on concrete next to this tiny scrap of fur just in case she was cold and he just couldn’t bring himself to separate the two. 

Johnny got to keep the puppy. He named her Olive and trained her himself. She likes to run next to him when he goes out skateboarding. They think she’s a pitbull/doberman/lab mix.

***Olive as a puppy.

[icyheart-and-friends]

It's so wild drawing Tael's human disguise/ him as a human but it's also so funny drawing him with blaring warning signs ddfghjds

[jaegersol]

@the-actual-last-quincy

"Is that strictly necessary?"

Ryuken folds his arms, looking first to the breeder and then to the creature presented to him standing in the centre of the room. He likes to think of himself as experienced when it comes to humans, he's been around plenty over the years and has done plenty of research before considering this purchase, but Ryuken has to admit he didn't expect the muzzle. It gives the creature a rather threatening look, not what he had in mind at all. He's meant to be a show-piece, after all. Maybe he's naive to assume human ownership is going to be as easy as it felt while he was growing up.

He scowls in confusion, more annoyed that the breeder seems to shrug off the question more than anything. Apparently this is just some recently implemented procedure, nothing to worry about. Although the presentation of his new acquisition and the tone of the breeder, makes Ryuken thinks the truth likely extends far beyond a new quirk in handling regulations. This better not be a mistake.

Mistake or not, the payment's been made and the deal done. There's no going back now. The breeder makes a start on leaving, giving Ryuken a chance to properly examine his purchase. The likeness to his picture is impressive. He's got the expected characteristics of his breed, too. He's, on the face of it, a good purchase. If only it wasn't for the muzzle, and the fact the breeder's almost halfway out the door.  He seems a bit too keen to leave.  Ryuken almost wants to stop him, question more, although he's not sure what good it would do now the money's changed hands. The human's as described, after all.

"Are you ready?" he addresses the human directly, not expecting an answer as he takes a step towards him.  He avoids introductions for the moment. That can be done once they're home and settled. Thats what all the books suggest anyway, "it's time to go"

The vampire - or at least Grimmjow’s pretty sure he’s a vampire - looks too stern for Grimmjow’s taste. He stands with a straight back and a his chin up, his hands folded behind his back as he survey’s him.

Grimmjow mimics him. The posture at least. His hands stay in fists at his sides, and his attention only sways when Gin steps too near him, blue gaze darting between the pair before returning to the vampire.

It’s abundantly clear that the man intends to leave him here. With the vampire. Grimmjow doesn’t know what to feel about it. Excitement? Grimmjow wasn’t unprepared for this, after all. He knew it was coming. Already he was older than most of Aizen’s humans sell for. Many leave to their homes when they’re just kids, but Grimmjow’s a fighter. He’s no good as a scrawny kid, an he was scrawny. Aizen had to wait till he was bigger.

He knows all of this, because he was told. 

But to actually be presented for sale is... It’s unnerving. He’s unnerved. It keeps him tense and, temporarily, quiet.

Gin had said his good-bye’s (if they could be called that) outside, so Grimmjow wasn’t expecting any now. He still follows the other to the door with his eyes, and once he’s gone, he finds himself unsure, and doesn’t turn back until the vampire speaks to him.

And.... That’s... it? No. He’s obviously not ready. Part of him wants Gin to walk back in the door, which is not a thought he’s ever had before, or hopefully ever will again, but he does have it.

He doesn’t know this guy.

“Go where?”

[innytoes]

I am more than happy to provide if you want prompts for caleb/ray/reggie 😇 how about “it’s a good thing you’re cute”

Part of the Caleb/Ray/Reggie ABO AU.

It's never a good sign when he comes home and the first thing out of Reggie's mouth is: "I can explain!" Either the poor boy had worked himself up into a panic attack over something rather benign (and oh, how Caleb would like to get his hands on Reggie's previous Register for all the damage he's done), or he'd done something, well...

Caleb didn't use the word 'stupid' around Reggie, but there were very few other words that fit. Chaotic, maybe. Impressively damaging.

So he just sighed, took off his coat and hung it up, and raised an eyebrow.

"You weren't supposed to be home yet," Reggie said, fidgeting in front of him, hair covering his scar and fingers twisting together.

"That's not so much an explanation as it is a very worrying start to a conversation, pet," Caleb said, letting his amusement bleed through in his voice so Reggie would know he wasn't mad. Reggie didn't flinch when he pressed a kiss to his cheek, even though he was anxious, which was an improvement Caleb tucked away for later to share with Ray.

Speaking of... "I found some old towels and one of those fake sheep skins, maybe we can use those and entice- Caleb!" His husband stopped, surprised. "You're home!"

Oh, if Ray was in on it, that narrowed down the possibilities immensely. "Where is the creature?" he sighed, taking in Reggie's anxious face and Ray's barely disguised mirth. "And what did they break?"

They lead him upstairs, to the big bedroom. "You remember how you said it was fine if we fostered a cat as long as it actually went home to another family?" Reggie asked. "Well there was this cat at the shelter, she kept bullying the other cats and stealing their food, and she was overweight, so we thought it would be better for her and all the other cats in Room Three if she went somewhere where we could monitor her diet better..."

They stop at the small walk-in closet, and Reggie carefully takes his hand and pulls him inside. There in the corner, on one of his velvet suit jackets, a cat is grooming four squirmy, newly born kittens. "Turns out Big Red wasn't fat, just pregnant," Reggie said nervously. "I'm so sorry, we were trying to make a nice box lined with stuff to lure her off your suit jacket, and I'll take it to the dry cleaners and-"

"I don't think you're supposed to move them once they've given birth," Caleb said, crouching down. It wasn't one of the jackets currently in rotation for his shows. It was, however, very expensive, and very, very ruined.

"Sorry," Reggie said, voice soft and anxious.

"Ms Red," Caleb said, addressing the cat, who looked at him with an unimpressed glare before going back to grooming her kittens. "You have excellent taste."

"You're not mad?" Reggie asked when he stood back up. Ray was hovering in the doorway behind them, watching. He pulled Reggie close and pressed a kiss to his temple. Reggie leaned into the gesture, happily. Ray’s smile grew.

"I'm not mad, pet," Caleb promised. "But we are not keeping four kittens and a cat. We're fostering."

"Maybe one kitten though," Reggie mumbled, and Caleb rolled his eyes as Ray started laughing.

"It's a good thing you're cute," he said, smiling when Reggie grinned brilliantly.

They end up keeping two kittens. Ray teases him mercilessly about how easily he caved.

[starswallowingsea]

chuuya headcanons?

Ask game

A) Realistically - he keeps dog treats on him to feed local strays and tries to make sure they have clean water out somewhere as well

B) Hilarious - Has a hard time buying alcohol since people keep thinking he's underage and using fake IDs to do so

C) Heart-Crushing - Since he never had a real childhood or a normal life, given that he was a clone made to house Arahabaki and only escaped when the facility exploded, he doesn't know what a normal life can look like. He's heard about it, from Kouyou obviously, and thinks he doesn't deserve one either and fully expects to be dead before the age of 30.

D) Would never work in canon but canon is shit anyway - Volunteers at a local animal shelter with a fake ID just to play with the dogs since he can't have one himself. Kouyou kinda forced them to let him keep visiting when they realized who he is but he hasn't brought any trouble with him and he would protect that place with his life anyway so.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Pet Store/Animal Shelter Masterlist

a forever home starts with a corgi (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals)

Summary: it’s one of those things where dan’s been meaning to do it for ages. if he’s being honest with himself, he’s surprised phil hasn’t done it first, hasn’t beaten him to it the way he beat dan to everything else (saying i love you first, asking dan to be his officially, taking them out on their first date and paying for it all without ever even telling dan what it was meant to be), but he’s glad as well when he walks past the pet shop six blocks away from their new apartment and see’s…them.

a new friend, alright (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Maybe if Louise hadn't sent him that ad from Battersea dog shelter, he wouldn't be sat here getting emotional on the tube, alone. But it'll all be worth it to see Phil's face.

antisocialites watch a wilting flower (ao3) - det395

Summary: Phil's an emotionally attached and loving vet and Dan's the drained receptionist with no dreams at the animal shelter who reconnect over the poor, hurt puppy dropped off. Dan's boyfriend is their boss.

Better than kittens (ao3) - LiterallyAmazingPhan

Summary: Dan works at an animal shelter and Phil comes in everyday just to play with the kittens and Dan thinks Phil is super cute but can't work up the courage to talk to him but eventually he does and you go from there. Phan, drabble, fluff.

bring me home (ao3) - whiskers (robertmontauk)

Summary:

"Hello," she says, tilting her head with a friendly smile. "Are you looking for something?" Dan can't speak. "Yes, actually," says Phil, thank fuck. "We're looking to adopt a dog."

(or: the story with the dogs.)

Dan the Dog Lover (ao3) - threecheersfrnk

Summary: Dan hasn't stopped talking about dogs around Phil. Phil had enough and snuck out to the pet shop to find get his boyfriend a fluffy companion

Daniel's Spaniels (ao3) - bathildabagshott

Summary: Dan owns a dog rescue. Phil volunteers to help.

*ft. doggos, cute boys, and coffee*

december 5th: puppy eyes (ao3) - watergator

Summary: prompt: hamsters

dan and phil take their daughter to the pet store

fish me up (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: Dan has a crush on the pet store clerk

I’m Waiting For the Day (ao3) - japhanforever

Summary: Dan has been working in the Lester’s pet store for two years now, but he has been pining after their youngest son, Phil, since possibly the beginning of time. Phil is somewhat of an enigma to everyone, and Dan wants nothing more than to get to know Phil a little better, but since Phil has never given Dan a second look, it seems impossible. That is until Phil asks Dan to accompany him to a pet expo to help expand their business. Then, a whole lot of things seem more possible.

In Deep Water (ao3) - analester

Summary: “My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of his pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so he won’t notice" ?

just this once (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: Phil can be very convincing when he wants to be. Even when they're at the pet store.

Little Shop of Phan (ao3) - theoreticalgrey

Summary: “Look at all the little Susans and Jonathans in here, Dan!”

“Phil, I think they’re just called fish these days”

mini (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan's lonely while away at university and goes to a pet store to fill the void.

Our New Chapter - oakleysfthoying

Summary: After they’ve finished their book tour, Dan and Phil decide that they want to adopt a dog. So they go to their local animal shelter and meet Moon.

regret (ao3) - lionkid

Summary: One fateful day, Phil Lester walks into a pet shop to look at some bunnies. He leaves with a dog.

Sniffles (ao3) - mollieblack

Summary: How could Phil say no to the adorable man frantically running down the street begging for his help to catch the puppy racing away from him?

Who Was This Man Called Phil? (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: After four weeks of watching a raven-haired stranger come into the shelter to play with the puppies, Dan finally got the courage to talk to this man called Phil, sparking a new friendship like one he'd never had in his life before. Sure, it was all centred around playing with puppies, but sometimes, seeing a man for two hours a week was all it took to build a friendship stronger than one Dan had ever had before.

You Come and Go (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: “Oh! Hi.” The man sticks his head around the corner, gives a smile brighter than the entire fucking store. “There you are.”

[cuteangsty]

Pet shelter Whump (Interactive)

masterlist

finally, I finished the drawing, so where did we stop? oh yeah...

no crate. just the car, back seat (caretaker route)

the lady follows you to your car at the parking lot with the 2 pets on the standard dark blue leash from the shelter, you glace at them. both visibly nervous. the brunette is gently holding the blond by shirt, walking behind him. you wonder if perheaps his sight is worse than you previously imagined. the trainer herself seems skeptcal of letting them loose in the car, but agrees to it anyway.

#984772, the blonde is very eager to jump on the back seat, although a little confuse he is a very good mood, while #860617 had a lot of trouble getting in.

"go on, honey〜! your new owner is waiting〜!" the lady sang quite impatient, trying to push him in as "not rudely" as possible.

"um..." he finally enters the car and crawls to the other pet as fast as possible. he seems to whisper something on the blond's ear as he taps the the seats, the windows and the doors of the car. you try to listen to their conversation, but the only thing you manage to pick up was the blonde huming in agreement, you guess that blind pet probably asked about the crates.

You say good bye to the trainer and start the car, #860617 jolts in his seat. It will be quite a long trip, the shelter was pretty isolated from your small town.

you didn't even notice it, initially but, the blond pet has already opened his window and is enjoing the breeze, tho his good mood isn't enough to calm down the brunette. he is in a very unconfortable position, trembling and clawing the seat. it seems like he has never been in loose in a car before, it makes sense considering he has only had one previous owner. every move of the car causes him to jolt or flinch. you start to think perheaps it wasn't a good idea to let them loose like this.

about 1 hour has passed since you've been driving, the blind pet seems to have calmed down a little, but not much. You're already getting in your neighborhood.

your current inventory:

1 bag of cheap dry pet food

1 sample of a more expensive pet food

2 chewtoys

2 collars w/ leashes (they are wearing)

6 chocolate chips

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, drugging

fem reader

Thinking about a human collector who decides he wants a new pet to add to his collection...

The air of the animal shelter is polluted by whimpers, howls, and growling as he parades past all sorts of rareties locked up in their cages – all for him to pick and choose from. 

The warden is telling him about the new swan hybrid they wrangled a week ago, wings like an angel with the grace of royalty, a true prize jewel of any collection. 

He thinks it sounds promising before strolling past you.

Placed in one of the smaller cages on the floor, seemingly tucked away so as not to catch anyone’s attention. 

You’re a sorry sight to behold – all starved and shaking – the collar around your throat too heavy for you to lift your head, having to look up at him through your lashes as he crouches down in front of you.

Your eyes are wide like two moons as he sticks a finger in through the bars.

It’s thick like a carrot, and for a moment, you seem like you’re about to scurry away into the very back of your cage – but instead, you inch closer, sniffing at the digit before suddenly snapping at him.

He backs away with a hiss, drawing the warden's attention – who rushes back and knocks his cain against the cage with a growl in his throat, “Stupid critter.” 

You’ve narrowed your eyes, nose wrinkled in anger – something akin to a snarl forming your lips. It’s a funny expression to see on such a normally docile breed.

“I’m really sorry, sir. Bunnies aren't usually aggressive, but we’ve had issues disciplining this one for weeks.” The warden rushes out the apologetic excuse, expecting to be sued.

But the collector only chuckles – a deep sound that makes your soft fur stiffen. “That’s fine.” 

He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, all movements calm and collected as he wipes the spill of blood trickling from the small bite mark you’d left on his finger.

“It’s only a nibble, after all.” 

You spit the bitter taste left in your tongue out on his shoes with another sneer.

If it angers him, it still doesn’t show through the lofty smile he wears. His leer is just as poised and heavy as he looks down at you.

“Does she talk?”

The warden had turned to lead him towards the more desirable and tamed section but halted at the question.

He had a puzzled look on his face before he answered, almost in a question himself, “We don’t know.”

The collector scoffed out another small laugh, then pulled out his phone. “How much?”

The warden seemed appalled then. “Sir, we have exotic pets more up to your standard in the back. Are you sure-”

“I want this one.”

The warden looked snuffed at his firm tone. But straightened himself out after a moment. All business as usual. “We can’t guarantee she’ll behave. It could be dangerous-”

But he’s cut off yet again, this time with another rumbling chuckle.

“That won’t be an issue.”

And those dark eyes with that deeply dominating look within them were the last thing you remember seeing before becoming a sleepy heap on the floor of your cage – drooling with a blank stare as you’re carried to the trunk and driven off with.

The tranquilizer makes you fall asleep, waking to heat swallowing you as you’re lowered into a bathtub.

“Let’s get you groomed first.” The same man murmurs in a coo. Petting your head with a heavy hand when seeing your weary eyes try blinking off the sleep – but still left too drowsy to thrash.

Instead, you can just moan as he washes you with a tender smile on his face – his big hands coarse against your creamy skin, rubbing your plush limbs with soap and oil.

“My pets have been an awful handful lately…”

He’s talking about something, but you only catch bits and pieces of the words being said. Something about ruts and scratched furniture – someone’s been pissing in the sofa, and all the pillows are ruined.

He messages the lops of your ears, then rinses them gently.

“But it’s my fault. I’ve been neglectful.”

He cups your tits next, lathering them with the warm milky water, circling your nipples with the gritty pads of his thumbs until they perk.  

Then he delves under the water to find your puffy cunt, letting the hot water rush the sensitivity, making it swell with heat as he splits the lips and pets your clit. 

You buck your hips, and he awes with a light chuckle, crooning down at you. “It's okay, little bunny.”

His carrot-sized finger teases your hole before sinking inside you, filling you in slow and tentative pumps. Sitting next to the tub, just as composed as before, while your cunt squeezes his knuckles.

He hums, watching your body fight the tranquilizer as you seize up and ripple with release.

He retracts his hand, patting them both on the fluffy towel placed next to him. A content smile on his face. “You’re gonna do perfect.”

After he’s finished drying you, he fixes a collar around your throat and carries you out to the others.

“Gather ‘round, pets.” He announces, placing you down on the soft carpeted floors beneath.

Your limbs are still heavy, too weak to stand just yet. But that all changes with the adrenaline kick.

“Come say hi to your new rut-puppet.”

The stench in the air coats your skin with sweat.

“She’s a fragile thing, though, so make sure to play nice.”

Your big eyes skitter around. 

On your left, there’s a wolf, fox, and hyena who all lick their teeth at the sight of you.

Next to them lies a bear that wakens from his slumber. He licks his snout with a huff.

Drool drips from the hang in their lips as they start panting. 

And they aren't the only ones.

On your right, there’s a panther and leopard whose eyes all blackout into nothing but a deep pool of darkness.

Their tails slowly meander behind them as they arise from their beds to stalk you.

You whimper, backing up until your back hits the legs of your new owner.

You lift your head to look up at him, only to see him smiling down at you.

“Don’t be shy now. The smell of fear only makes them wilder.”

part 2

[dante-mightdie]

pup!141x pup!reader x owner!price didn’t hurt enough please make me cry

okay but remember you asked for it

c/w: just pure angst/no comfort, hybrid!au

you’d lost your spark recently in the past few weeks. your usual bouncy, playful self was now reduced to a melancholy shell of what you used to be. you spend your days curled up in bed, your favourite toy clutched in your arms as you stare blankly at the wall

no one had really paid you any mind. simon, johnny and gaz were far too busy with their new playmate and you had a funny feeling that she was gonna be more permanent than price claimed

speaking of price, he’d tried to liven you up. take you on walks, buy you toys or offer you treats but you just didn’t seem too interested. far too distraught over your pack basically disowning you

so he left you he for a couple of weeks, hoping that you’d break yourself out of this rut. until, one morning when you awoke to the sound of your leash clinking around your collar and the sight of john crouching next to your bed

“c’mon, love. we’re going a for a drive…” he said, offering you a closed lip smile. you tried to protest, snuggling further into your bed but he wasn’t having it. he gave your leash a firm tug, not even to hurt but enough to get you moving, albeit begrudgingly

the drive was silent, an uncomfortable feeling in the air. as if you were driving towards your own demise. you leant your head against the window, watching the buildings fly past as you keep your favourite toy clutched in your lap. the one john got for you when he first bought you home

in the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you every once in a while. you’re sure there’s a frown on his face each time. you ponder where he could be taking you, probably to the park like he’d tried before in the past few weeks

but your wondering didn’t last long as you soon approached your destination. you feel your heart drop in your chest, am your head perking up for the first time during the whole car journey as the dull building comes into view

a pet shelter

you snap your head at john when he parks the car, hands trembling in your lap as you head starts running through all the possibilities as to why he’s bought you here but your brain can only come up with one singular reason

“john? I-I don’t understand…” you stutter, eyes watering up with tears. your breathing picks up with a panicked rhythm meanwhile john can’t even look at you when he utters up a response

“I’m so sorry, love…” he says, shaking his head slightly as he looks down at his lap. he doesn’t waste anymore time as he soon begins climbing out of the car, coming round to your side and pulling you out with a gentle tug of your leash

you dig your heels into the concrete, adamant you’re not moving when he tries to take you inside. pleas and begs leaving your mouth as tears begin to slip down your cheeks. john’s face is stoic as he collects you in his arms, walking inside where he’s met with a woman ready and waiting to take you off of his hands

there’s a kind sympathetic smile on her face when john places you at her feet but you don’t care as you wrap your arms around his leg, preventing him from leaving. you sob and cry into his trouser leg

“please, don’t leave me here. I just wanna go home. I’ll be good, I promise. please, just don’t leave me here, john.” you wail, clinging onto him even as he leans down to undo your collar before slipping it into his pocket

“I’m sorry, love. you be a good girl, yeah?” he mumbles, placing a kiss to the top of your head before giving you one last smile. the look on his face indicates that he’s having a hard time getting through this without breaking himself

he says nothing more as he pries your hands off of him, the kind woman keeping a firm grip on your leash as you sob and reach for him. but you’re only granted a view of his back as he walks out the door and out of your life :(