Déardaoin: Pets

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Ahoy-hoy lowly mortals, I'm classics_lover, back for another day. Apologies for the tardy post, all the things apparently had to happen today. In other news, today's theme is Pets, however you want to interpret that. Maybe humans are treated as pets by their alien overlords, maybe dogs treat their owners as though they're the pets, maybe it's pet names, as long as pets are involved anything goes!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Mass Effect, Shepard + Wrex, "My fish are not food!"

+ Frasier, Frasier Crane, post-canon in Chicago (or San Francisco) Frasier decides his apartment needs a dog

+ Thor, Thor/Jane Foster (+ Darcy Lewis), Thor brings a typical Asgardian pet to Earth and Darcy *loves* it


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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, Shepard + Wrex, "My fish are not food!"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Frasier Crane, post-canon in Chicago (or San Francisco) Frasier decides his apartment needs a dog

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Thor, Thor/Jane Foster (+ Darcy Lewis), Thor brings a typical Asgardian pet to Earth and Darcy *loves* it

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any Sci-Fi, author's choice, "Did anyone remember to feed and walk the humans?"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no Supernatural), any/any, Character A calls B "pet". Character B's response is "DON'T call me pet!"

Fill: NOT A Pet [Torchwood: Gwen, Ianto: PG]

[bk_forever]

As Ianto set a steaming mug of coffee down on Gwen’s desk, she looked up, all wide eyes and gap-toothed grin. “Ianto! Just the person I needed. Could you get these files for me from the archives please, pet?” she reached out to pat his arm.

Ianto gritted his teeth. He liked Gwen well enough, but her over-familiarity grated on his nerves. He wasn’t a touchy-feely person, did not regale all and sundry with his feelings or other things that should be kept strictly personal, and he most definitely wasn’t anybody’s pet.

“Kindly DON’T call me ‘pet’, Gwen!” It came out a bit more snappish than he’d intended, but he was having that kind of a day. “I’m not some fluffy kitten or puppy you can fuss over and coddle; I’m a grown man, not to mention a Torchwood field agent, and I’d appreciate being treated as such.”

Gwen’s eyes went even wider with astonishment. Ianto was usually so calm and unruffled, his manners impeccable; what on earth had got into him?

“Sorry, pet. I mean, Ianto. I didn’t mean to offend you; I call everybody pet, it’s just a term of affection.”

“And it’s misplaced. We’re colleagues, not best friends, and not relatives. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a degree of respect. I’ve been doing this job a lot longer than you have and I’m tired of being treated like nothing more than an errand boy by the rest of the team.”

“Oh, but urely Jack and Tosh don’t…”

Ianto broke in before Gwen could finish her sentence. “Tosh has better manners than the rest of us, and Jack… has his moments, but neither of them are the issue here.”

“You’re right.” Gwen awkwardly shuffled her feet beneath her desk; she felt like a schoolgirl chastised by a teacher, despite the fact that she was the older of the two. “I’ll try to remember in future.”

“Thank you; that’s all I ask.” Ianto smiled politely. “Now, which files is it you’re wanting?”

“Oh, um, the ones on that spiky thing from last week?”

“I’ll fetch them for you as soon as I’m done with the coffee round, alright?”

“Thanks, p… Ianto.”

“You’re welcome.”

As he walked away with his laden tray, Gwen’s eyes followed the young Welshman. She’d never known him to be so forceful; it was kind of hot… How had she never noticed before just how attractive he was? Shaking herself, she tore her eyes away from Ianto’s arse and forced her mind back to her work, refusing to even think along those lines. She had Rhys back home and besides, it would be more than her life was worth to so much as consider encroaching on Jack’s territory.

Still, she thought she finally understood what Jack saw in Ianto; it was always the quiet ones.

The End

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf ,zayn malik/ Harry styles, they adopt a kitten when the move in with each other

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, humming bird

Fill: Negotiations: Domes Of Fire [Tamuli Trilogy]: Danae, Sparhawk: G]

[bk_forever]

“Well then, father,” Danae said, looking up at Sparhawk with an air of total innocence. “If you won’t let me have a whale for a pet, can I have a humming bird instead?”

“I don’t think that would be a terribly good mix, you already have a kitten; keeping cats and birds together is just inviting trouble.”

“Oh, don’t be so stuffy, Sparhawk! Mmrr wouldn’t harm my humming bird, I would never allow that.” Danae could switch between speaking as his young daughter and speaking as the child goddess Aphrael with often bewildering rapidity.

“You don’t play fair; you know that, don’t you?”

“Of course, why would I, father? You Elenes are so easy to manipulate.”

“Don’t you think that’s just a little underhand?”

“Perhaps, but does it really matter? You love me anyway.”

Sparhawk couldn’t deny that; Danae and Aphrael were equally adorable.

“So, about my humming bird… I think a blue one would be nice, don’t you?”

“Danae…”

“Or I could always go back to asking for a whale.”

Sparhawk had the sinking feeling he was about to lose this discussion.

The End

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, castiel gets turned into a kitten

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Dean is baffled by the black ball of fur parading around the bunker, its bright blue eyes looking his way every so often he almost feels like he's being stalked. As if his privacy has been robbed. He has to remind himself this was all Rowena's fault and that the cat currently purring contentedly on Sam's arms is actually Cas. (Sam has taken upon himself to feed him and play with him, out if the two he's more an animals kind of person). And well, his usual behavior seems to have remained. There is no other way to explain why Dean has found him curled up on his bed when Dean wakes up every morning. Even cat-Cas has issues with personal space. He's actually praying for Cas to go back to normal, there is only so much cat hair he can find on his clothes.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Lucky, Phil wakes up to find Lucky sleeping between him and Clint

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Lucky, Lucky brings gifts for Phil

Fill

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

{{Never written these two before, not sure if this was what you were after...}}


The first gift was innocent enough: a pair of Clint's pants.

The second gift was similarly innocent: the last piece of pizza,
snatched out of the box while Clint was making a phone call. Clint called the dog a traitor for that one.

The third was a bit hairier: a pair of Clint's pants, in the British sense.

"Since when do you wear briefs?" Phil asked, holding them up by the edges in front of Clint, who snatched them away.

"I don't. Not now." he promptly threw the pair in the trash but Phil smirked to himself in his quiet way.

The next time Clint thought he would beat the dog at his own game, and deliberately left out the following, much less embarrassing items for the dog to mouth and fetch: all of his shoes, shirts, pillows, even a few old takeout boxes because Lucky liked to bring them to Phil. Apparently his dog didn't think Phil ever ate.

When they came home later that night, both tipsy and happy, Phil had Clint pushed up against the door as soon as it was shut behind them and his lips were on the other man's neck when the sensation of being watched set his Agent-Sense off. Clint opened his eyes and lifted his head from where it was tipped back against the door to see what the interruption was.

Lucky was sitting in the doorway leading to the kitchen, the spare apartment keys in his mouth, and what Clint would swear later was a smug doggy smile. Lucky walked over, nosed into Phil's hand, dropped the keys, sat promptly down and stared at them.

Phil chuckled and reached out to return the keys. "Crazy dog, he must have liked the sound of-"

Clint's hand closed Phil's fingers over the keys, and when he spoke the simple words were laced with more meaning than perhaps he knew how to express.

"No, keep them. Please?"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Due South, Ray Kowalski + Diefenbaker, "That's not funny, furball, so stop looking so smug."

Fill: Marked [Due South: Ray Kowalski Diefenbaker, Benton Fraser: G]

[bk_forever]

[Hope this is okay, it's been a long time since I watched Due South and the characterisation is probably way off.]

“Oh no, I don’t believe it! What did you do?” Ray groaned, staring in horror at his new coat. He’d hung it over the back of the chair, he knew he had, but that wasn’t where it was now. Instead, it was crumpled in the middle of the floor, covered in loose hairs. Obviously Dief had been amusing himself by rolling on it.

Lying stretched out on the coat, Dief just looked back up at Ray, panting, his tongue lolling. Ray could have sworn the damn wolf was laughing at him.

"That's not funny, furball, so stop looking so smug. D’you have any idea how much that coat cost?”

“He’s just marking it with his scent, Ray. It’s perfectly natural behaviour.”

Ray glared at Fraser. “Great, now my new coat is hairy and smells of wolf.”

“Take it as a compliment, Ray; he’s accepted you as part of his pack.”

The End

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Joss Carter(+/Sameen Shaw) + Bear, buying a gift for Bear

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan + Dr Watson, Dr Watson accidentally solves one of Donald's cases

Not a fill...

[squidgiepdx]

But if I wasn't on this plane, I'd write the hell out of that prompt!!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Pegasus version of "It followed me home, can I keep it?"

Fill (+ surprise crossover)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan came dashing into the infirmary. He scanned the cots, spotted David, and hurried over to him.

"What happened? Where does it hurt? Are you all right?"

David was propped up by a bunch of pillows and looked like he had some kind of little tree growing out of his shoulder.

Dammit. This always happened when David went off-world without Evan there to look out for him.

But David lifted his head and smiled and Evan was very, very confused.

"Doc?" Evan asked Carson.

Carson was scribbling something unintelligible on David's chart. "Yes, Major?"

"What's wrong with David? What happened?"

"Nothing's wrong, silly." David smiled hopefully at Evan. "He followed me home. Can I keep him?"

"Him who?" Evan darted a suspicious glance at Carson. Was David hinting at a threesome? He always had liked Carson's accent.

The tree growing out of David's shoulder said, "I am Groot."

"Holy Hanna Barbera on a pogo stick!" Evan jackrabbited back a step. "What the hell was that?"

"I am Groot," the tree said again. Evan stared. It had a face etched into the bark and little arms and legs made of tree limbs and it was sitting on David's shoulder instead of growing out of it.

David stroked its foliage the way one might pet a beloved cat. "So can I keep him?"

"I...maybe? Have you cleared it with Botany? What am I saying? You are Botany." Evan blinked. "Have you cleared it with Elizabeth?"

"Cleared what?" Elizabeth asked.

The tree said, "I am Groot."

Elizabeth stared.

David turned his best puppy pout on Evan. Evan swallowed hard. It was damn effective.

"Please? He comes with a little talking raccoon. You could have the raccoon."

Evan almost said yes, but then Ronon came tearing through the infirmary, shouting about a raccoon that had taken his blaster pistol, and Elizabeth said a very firm no.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Steve Rogers (+/ Sam Wilson), Bucky starts collecting stray animals

Fill: Like a Disney Princess

[bringthefate.livejournal.com]

(Probably not exactly what you had in mind. I am sorry for the lack of Bucky as this turned out more Sam and Steve talking about Bucky)

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, watching as Bucky returned from an early morning jog, a black mutt trailing behind. This was becoming too much. Their home was being infested.

“Steve!”

The exclamation jolts Bucky, the former soldier turning to Sam with a small smirk before he hurries down the hall.

A calico cat waltzes over, twining itself around his legs. Sam glares down at it.

“Not you,” he hisses, gently nudging the cat away with his foot. “Steve!”

“I heard you the first time, Sam,” Steve grumbles, walking into the living room with a yawn. “What is it?” He seems unfazed as the calico rubs itself against his legs the moment he enters. Steve scoops up the cat and gently scratches behind the ear.

Sam’s expression sours, “Traitor.”

“What did I do?”

“He’s a freaking Disney princess,” Sam seeths.

Steve blinks, “I’m sorry who?”

“Oh don’t you try that. You know very well who,” pointing down the hall to Bucky’s room. “You’re buddy over there. We have five cats of questionable origins, three mutts. No, I’m sorry make that four since he just came back with a new one and a freaking flock of birds somewhere in this damn place. Everytime he comes back from a walk or run, he has something new with him. How are you not concerned?”

Steve shrugs, “they really aren’t bothersome. Isn’t that right little Steve?” He holds the calico up, and gently bumps noses with the cat, who replies to a soft mew.

Sam throws his hands in the air, “am I really the only one worried here? I love animals, don’t get me wrong. But what if the next time he goes out he comes back with a horse? Those things are huge. We’re running out of space here.”

The blond laughs, “We’re in New York, Sam. The likelihood of a stray horse is very slim.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, “you’re missing the point, Steve. We’re being overrun by strays. I’m waiting for the day where he sits outside and just sings to draw all the damn animals in New York to him like he’s Snow White.”

“If you have a problem with it then you talk to him,” Steve hands over the little calico and pats Sam’s shoulder. “Personally, I don’t see a problem with having a few pets. Buck’s been doing a good job taking care of them.”

The older man is gone before Same could reply. He looks down at the little creature commonly known as ‘Little Steve’. “If you have a problem with then you talk to him,” he mocks, gently scratching under the cat's chin. He will talk to him. Not today, he doesn’t want to start any fights, but tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, This animal eats better than I do!

No fill, but...

[squidgiepdx]

That is SUCH a Rodney McKay line!

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki, "A horse is a horse, of course, of course...".

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay + Any, Rodney's cat gets out, and he doesn't come back alone

Fill 1/3: Oppie!verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Rodney,” John said, “did you get a dog?”

Rodney, phone tucked against his shoulder, squinted at his computer screen. If only Dr. Naoe didn’t keep such weird hours, Rodney could have gotten started on this issue earlier, which meant he could have finished earlier and gone home at a reasonable hour and been in time for whatever Evan was cooking at Casa Atlantica that night.

“What? No. Why?”

“Because there’s a dog in our house.”

Rodney turned away from the computer. “Say again?”

“Oppie went out through the cat door, like he does, around the time I left for school this morning. And now I’m home, and there’s a dog curled up on Oppie’s cat bed.”

“What kind of dog? Where’s Oppie? Is he hurt?”

“Oppie’s fine. He’s not hurt at all, just curled up on the washing machine above the cat bed. Um...I’m not sure what kind of dog. Looks like a mutt,” John said. “And I have no idea how it - she? I think - got into the house, because she’s too big for the cat door. She’s black and white like a border collie, but her fur’s a lot sleeker, and her tail looks kinda like a husky tail. She has a collar but the tag has a Nebraska number and address and the voicemail greeting was one of those generic ones, so I think she belongs to someone who moved or she’s far, far from home. I left a voicemail just in case.”

“Do you need me to come home?” Rodney asked.

“No,” John said, and then, “what the hell?”

“John? Is everything all right?”

“I gotta go. Love you. Bye.”

And John hung up.

Rodney swore. He fired off an email to Sam, promising to tackle Naoe’s work tomorrow, logged off his computer, grabbed his keys and jacket, and dashed for the elevator.

When he pulled into the driveway, he saw Cam’s van, Evan’s car, JD’s car, and John’s car all parked in their usual spots (Cam’s garage having been taken over by Tyler’s fixer-upper). When he went into Casa Atlantica through the garage door, it was empty. So he headed over to Casa Atlantica Too, and everyone was gathered in the kitchen.

Staring at Oppie, who was sitting on the washing machine and giving himself a fastidious tongue-bath while the mutt dog lay in Oppie’s soft cat bed, panting and gazing up at the humans surrounding her.

“What’s going?” Rodney demanded. “What’s the emergency? John, why did you hang up on me?”

John said, “Watch this. Hey, Oppie, you want some catnip?”

Oppie paused in his tongue bath and mewled.

The dog launched to her feet, ducked artfully past Tyler’s legs and Cam’s chair and into the kitchen.

Rodney watched, horrified - oh, the hygiene disaster! - as the dog went to the kitchen table, used her body to push a chair against the counter, used the chair to climb onto the counter, and then reared up on her hind legs to nudge open a cupboard with her nose, snag the baggie of catnip delicately in her teeth, then leap off the counter and trot back into the laundry room to present the baggie to Oppie.

“...What the hell just happened?” Rodney asked.

Evan retrieved the bag of catnip and put it back in the cupboard, moved the chair back into place.

“It gets better,” Tyler said gleefully. “Hey Oppie, you want a fish snack?”

The fish snacks, Rodney knew, were kept high out of reach, where not even Oppie could jump for them.

Oppie mewled, and the dog, tail wagging, trotted into the kitchen, nudged the chair back over to the counter, and climbed up onto the counter. And waited. Oppie gave his paw a few more licks, then jumped down from the washing machine, strolled into the kitchen, and jumped onto the counter. Then he mewled, and the dog crouched down. Oppie climbed onto the dog’s back, mewled again, and the dog straightened up.

And Oppie jumped onto the top of the cupboard, right where the fish snacks were kept.

“Oppie!” Rodney hissed. “Get down from there.”

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, pet names only they can use for each other

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, "No, you can't keep a dragon because it followed you home!"

Fill: A Stray Too Far [Torchwood: Jack, Ianto: G]

[bk_forever]

Ianto rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest when he saw what was following Jack into the Hub.

“You have to stop doing this, Jack!”

“Doing what?” Jack had the innocent look down pat.

“Collecting strays. There’s a limit to what we can keep here and you just sailed right past it. You are not keeping a dragon just because it happened to follow you home.”

“But…”

“No buts, Jack, I’m putting my foot down this time.” Ianto knew he had to remain firm.

Jack sighed. “Fine, be a big meanie then. But you can be the one to tell Herman why he can’t stay.” Pouting, Jack stalked off, leaving Ianto face to face with an orange dragon the size of a pony.

“Herman? Seriously?”

Ianto stared after Jack’s retreating figure for a moment then turned back around to stare at the dragon instead. Herman stared right back at him, all wide-eyed and hopeful looking.

“Rowr?”

“Dammit,” Ianto groaned, burying his head in his hands, aware that he was rapidly losing control of the situation. If he’d ever had more than the illusion of control in the first place. “How do I get myself into these messes?” Shoulders slumping, he looked at the dragon again and gave in to the inevitable. “Come on then, Herman. I suppose I’d better find you a place to sleep.”

The End

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Rubeus Hagrid + author's choice, "Not again, Hagrid!"

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, not another [fill in the blank]

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, "Um, so, I may have gotten a [fill in the blank] while you were off filming the movie."

[cyanidesympathy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gen. Castiel is unable to rebuild Dean's body, so he picks the closest animal to house Dean's soul. Nobody bothers to tell Sam that the [insert animal here] that has just arrived at Sam's door is actually his brother.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any (non-RPF Please), any, I can't even keep fish alive you want me to keep *insert animal here* alive?!