Wednesday: Pets

[clay-roses.livejournal.com]

Hello, all! I’m clay_roses and today's theme is pets. Has your character always wanted a cat? Are dogs ruining your characters day? Is someone else contemplating goldfish? It's all up to you!

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Hannibal (TV Series), Will, Homeward Bound
+ BtVS, Dawn, cat scratches
+ Supernatural, Cain, beginning his apiary

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

Comments

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven + TARDIS, "I am not your pet!" "But I take you for walks, feed you..."




EDIT because I can't spell

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom, any, I want a pet dragon

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom, any, I shall squish it and it shall be my Squishy

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, you know dragons aren't real, right?

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, free hugs and puppies?

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Nick gets protective when someone tells him to "keep your 'pet' on a leash!"

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel - a world where humans own supernatural creatures

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Crowley - a world where humans own supernatural creatures

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Cas - a world where humans own supernatural creatures

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - a "claim" for his own protection

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

"But I guess pets are always cuter when they are little, right?" - Raven from X-Men First Class (2011)

X-Men Movieverse Fill: Charles' Stray

[scribblemyname]

Sharon Xavier didn't seem to mind Raven as long as she was small and cute and clearly Charles' responsibility.

"I'll get this," Charles would promise in frustration one more time. Sharon's mind had proven unmalleable; his mother never forgot that Raven was a new arrival by way of adoption, not birth.

Raven just shook her head, not seeing what Charles had, that allowing him to keep a stray would not guarantee her future. It didn't. It didn't.

When Raven got older, became difficult, Sharon made it known she hadn't written her into the will. "I gave you an excellent education for you to make use of."

Charles argued long and hard with his mother, but Raven said nothing, just disappeared to curl up on her favorite window seat. When her brother finally arrived by her side, hand stretched out to comfort her, she bit out before he could touch her, "But I guess pets are always cuter when they are little, right?"

He stared at her, mouth troubling into a frown, then dropped his hand, realizing she didn't want the pity. "You were never a pet."

"Yes, I was," she hissed. "I was always Charles' little stray." She scowled into the window at her reflection and watched as eyes went gold, then skin went blue. She pretended to ignore that Charles looked around to make sure no one could see—in their own house. "I've grown up, Charles." She looked at him, narrowing her eyes to slits. "I don't need to be cute."

"I'll take care of you, Raven," he whispered back fiercely.

She stared at him, wondering if he even realized how little she liked his words. Then she smiled, red hair sliding to blonde, blue whorls fading into girlish pink. For a little while longer, she would let him. A little. "But only if I can take care of you."

He smiled back, his smile genuine. "Consider it a bargain."

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, looking like a kicked puppy

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Pokemon AU

Fill: MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Pokémon – “Mornings”

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Clint sighed when he heard quiet noises coming from somewhere next to him. He wrapped the comforter tighter around himself, but the sounds did not stop.

He was about to cover his face with a pillow when he felt additional weight settling on top of his legs, and then something touched his face.

"Come on, it's Saturday. Just five more minutes," he murmured, but then his cheek was nudged again, and only then did he open his eyes. Pidgeot continued to nudge him with his beak, clearly wanting to get his attention.

"Okay, okay, I'm up," Clint yawned, scratching Pidgeot’s wing gently. "What's going on?"

"Pidgeot!" Pidgeot jumped down, landing right next to the Pokémon sleeping by the door.

While Pidgeot and Lucky, Clint’s Poochyena, were usually sleeping in Clint's bedroom, the rest of his Pokémon preferred to stay in other parts of the apartment and Clint didn't mind. He wasn't a fan of keeping Pokémon in Poké Balls when he didn't have to and his Pokémon did not complain about it at all, especially Lucky, who liked to travel between the couch and Clint's bed at night.

Just as Pidgeot jumped closer to Growlithe, the Pokémon opened his eyes and looked back at Pidgeot, then at Clint, before standing up and walking towards him. He pressed his head against Clint's hand, his tail waggling, and Clint smiled at the greeting.

"Hi there," Clint continued to scratch Growlithe's head as the Pokémon tilted his head slightly, looking up at him.

"Growl."

Clint saw Pidgeot settling in the spot on the bed Clint was occupying five minutes earlier, and then Growlithe nudged his hand, looking at the bed as well.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Go ahead. It's not like I'm using it at the moment," Clint answered and Growlithe licked his hand, jumped on the bed and settled on top of the covers, closing his eyes right away.

Clint just stretched his arms above his head and went to take a shower, since it looked like he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep anyway. After putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen, where he saw Phil putting food into a small bowl. It was clear that he just got back from his morning meeting with Fury. Lucky was standing right next to him, observing intently, clearly waiting for Phil to give him something to eat.

"Here you go," Phil knelt down, putting Lucky's bowl on the floor before patting the Pokémon on the head gently. Clint couldn’t help smiling at them.

"When did you get back?" Clint entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist as Phil ran one hand through Clint’s hair.

"About a half an hour ago."

"So, how about a breakfast for everyone, then? I thought about getting back to bed, but it's currently occupied, and I doubt Pidgeot would want to move," Clint offered and Phil just snorted at that.

"Sound good."

"Awesome," Clint pressed a kiss to Phil's neck before stepping back and walking up to the counter, petting Lucky's head. He noticed that Lucky was observing his every move, as if waiting for something. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You have your breakfast right here."

Lucky let out a whine but got back to his food, and Clint just shook his head, taking out some more meat for Lucky from the fridge.

"I'll cook, you make coffee," he told Phil, who reached for mugs right away.

"That I can do."

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Bear is the ultimate cock-blocker

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Reese couldn’t believe his luck. Finch had admitted an interest in him, and more than just a passing interest, a very passionate interest. One that meant they had started removing items of clothing as soon as they had come through the main door. Nevertheless Reese gently guided Finch towards the bedroom, even as he removed Finch’s belt. Then, as he pushed open the door with his foot, they became aware of the sound of snoring from inside the bedroom. There, stretched out in the middle of the bed, twitching slightly in his sleep, was Bear, drooling peacefully on the pillow.

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid + any, the team discovers that a cat has adopted Reid

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, team, "this case needs more dinosaurs..."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, you don't realize how much presence a cat has until they're not there anymore

Fill: Constance (Within the Wires season three)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

For the most part, Michael only puts up with Connie. She's really Vivi's cat, and as long as she makes his wife happy, he's happy enough having her around.

Until the day they come home to their house broken into and the cat gone. Michael doesn't even realize at first, too caught up in the confirmation that he has been begin followed after all, the harrowing search of the house with his wife, knives in hand, that uncovers nothing missing and no one else present.

That's when Vivi cries out from the living room, and Michael rushes in to see the spots of blood on the cat's bed. His stomach roils even as his hands find his wife's arms and offer comfort. She must have fought the intruders, their brave bet, he reasons. She's probably fine. She could be hiding anywhere in the house right now.

Reassured that they're not in imminent danger, they search the house again, calling Constance's name softly and peeking into every nook and cranny. Nothing.

She must have gotten out, run away from whoever entered their home while they were gone, Michael says. Yes, Vivi agrees tearfully and picks up the phone to start calling neighbors, asking as she holds back the franticness in her voice if anyone has seen their cat.

Michael sits on the couch and waits for her to finish, strangely numb as he listens to her and thinks. He should be worried about the men following them. He should be worried about his life, about Vivi's life. Instead, he's worried about the damn cat.

He's only ever put up with her, loving the sparkle in Vivi's eyes as she cared for the injured thing after they found it and eventually claimed it as theirs. Connie has always liked her better, always climbing into Vivi's lap when she became bold enough to stop hiding from them all the time. He's only actually gotten to pet the cat himself a handful of times since that first night he picked her limp body up off the ground.

Still, he'd gotten used to her presence. An orange blur at the corner of his vision. Watching him from her spot atop the bookshelf as he went about his business.

It's strange not having her here. He never noticed how much Constance had lived up to her namesake – always there, a steady presence in his life he hadn't realized how much he'd taken for granted.

When there's a scratch on the door late that night and they open it to have the orange blur dart in between their legs, Michael's knees go weak with relief. Fear darts through him when he sees the way her ear has been removed with surgical precision – a threat from their unwanted visitors – but as Vivi explains it away, crooning about their girl having gotten into a fight, he lets himself forget it for now.

Michael puts an arm around his wife where she's cuddling the cat and gently strokes Connie's back, taking a moment to appreciate the small blessing of having her back alive and mostly in one piece.

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), author’s choice, Mad Baggins – the first Dragon Lord in an Age

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit, Smaug + Bilbo, a very long time ago, hobbits were given dominion over dragons. But things, as they do, happen, and now it is no more than a story that parents pass down to their children. However – when Bilbo appears in front of Smaug, Smaug calls him little master.

[tigriswolf]

Despicable Me, Gru + the girls, Gru creates a winged, fire-breathing unicorn for Agnes

No fill (yet)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

YES! THIS THIS THIS!

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, some people like cats, others like dogs - and then there's those who like dragons

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, Reese never thought he'd be jealous of a dog

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, Bear keeps watch

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Somehow they’d managed to get back home, Reese becoming more uncoordinated the nearer they were. Finch thought it must have taken all Reese’s powers of concentration to stumble the last few steps to the bed; he had lost consciousness as soon as he toppled in. Unbidden Bear had appeared at the bedside and watched as Finch undressed the other man and tended the more serious wounds. The dog had then nosed the exhausted Finch away before resuming his seat by the head of the bed.

Later, when Reese began to moan and thrash his arms around, Bear barked twice and Finch returned instantly to redress the wound the movement had re-opened. As Finch left once more he saw Bear rest his head on the bed, his nose pressed against Reese’s shoulder.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, he's never had a dog before

Fill: Could possibly follow on from the above

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

He’d never had a dog before, never really seen the need, but now, with Reese having been injured, he finds himself burying his face in Bear’s fur. So the tears he would deny, as he recalls how close to losing John he had been, are hidden from all but his canine companion.

He’d never had a dog before, not one of his own, although he had grown up with dogs in the family. He’d certainly never talked to an animal in the way he talks now, admitting his feelings for Harold, aware that these are longings he must keep hidden.

Bear, although he enjoys the attention, wonders why the two humans don’t just talk to each other.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock /or+ John, Sherlock's surprisingly good wit dogs