#PetNapping

[the-littlest-hedgehog]

[ritaltime]

Squishmallow Pet Bed: A Perfect Place to Relax and Rest

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: When MC turns into a small, wounded animal

~ this was inspired by a short conversation in the server lol ~

You're not sure how exactly it happened, but one moment you were strolling quietly along the tree line, and the next moment in a flash of magic you were a fraction of your size and completely overwhelmed by the shift in sensory input. What had been knee-length grass towered over your head like densely-packed trees. You took off in an awkward, four-footed run when you sensed massive footsteps nearby, but your unfamiliarity with your new form quickly had you landing wrong on a small, fuzzy paw with a nasty twist. You flop on your side in shock and discomfort as the shadow of a fully-grown human looms over you, hoping that whoever they are, they'll be kind.

Julian

Saw you running away as he approached you and (in typical fashion) blamed himself for what was clearly a sprained paw

Good thing he's a doctor! He'll take you home and get you all set up and treated for your injury, no payment required

His hands are surprisingly cold when he scoops you up, but his grip is steady and gentle. He bundles you in his large woolen coat (which smells like leather and salty air) and carries you back in the crook of his elbow like you're a human baby and not a small animal

Oh, and he talks

He talks to you the whole way across the field, into town, through the streets, and into his clinic. (pausing to say hello here and there)

He wants you to know that you're going to be just fine, that he's going to make things "right as rain", and that he has an excellent pillow in the corner of his office that you'll love snoozing on

As he gets into town, he wants you to know all sorts of other things. That person mixes the best (strongest) drinks. That person is the best at darts. That person can get you anything for a price

The clinic smells like stress and pain, but he's very quick to give you some soothing scritches behind your ears as he takes you back to his office, sets you down on his table, and starts bandaging you up, distracting you with soothing comments

He has given you name already and going by how often he checks in to give you pets, he is going to take you in, he just doesn't know it yet. His raven appears shortly after to stand guard over you

Accuses you of "petnapping" when you poof back to human form

Asra

Approaches you to help, not because they feel guilty for what they can tell is partially their fault, but because they're picking up on a pretty intense enchantment that's piquing their curiosity

Takes a moment to hold out his hand and let you approach him before picking you up, and does so very carefully and gently. Has really warm, soft hands and smells like freshly burned incense

Talks to you a little bit just in case you can understand them, mostly just to let you know why they're picking you up and that they noticed magic on you and they have good intentions

Talks at you a lot more. He's mumbling and muttering on and off the whole way back to his place, idly petting your head and nose as soon as he notices you like it, spouting off ideas of what's going on

Faust opts to wait until you're back inside a safe room on a cushion before she makes her appearance. She's well aware that she looks like a predator to you right now and doesn't want to scare you

That, and she needed to convince Asra to make a proper introduction and reassure you that you aren't about to get eaten

If you're able to settle in she'll stick right next to you, coiled around your pillow to make sure you're not lonely or scared

Asra, on the other hand, is following several trains of thought at once, all out loud both to themself and to you and Faust

He's juggling the source of the spell, the solution to the spell, the fact that you'd make a good pet, and - oh yes- your injured paw

Slightly disappointed they didn't have time to solve it when you poof back to your human form

Nadia

She fully intends to just keep walking, assuming that you (the small animal) will be able to figure it out on your own, but her deep-seated sense of responsibility forces her to check on you

Oh dear. You're limping, and clearly scared and alone

This won't do. She'll have to take you to the nearest vet, or animal shelter, or maybe to what's left of Lucio's old menagerie ...

Very firm and polite about how she approaches you. You get two seconds to sniff her hand (which smells like the world's most heavenly and expensive flower garden) before she picks you up

It's clear she's not very used to carrying small living things, because as intentionally as she's marching you back to the Palace, her hold on you is very stiff and awkward. It's hard to balance

She doesn't speak much beyond giving instructions to her carriage driver and the guards as she enters the Palace. Once the two of you are alone, though, she sets you down carefully for a talk

You seem like a very sweet creature. She must admit that she's grown rather fond of you as she's carried you around. She apologizes for scaring you and for any discomfort as she held you

Now that she's considering it, she may wish to keep you. She can promise that all of your basic needs will be met, and that she will find at least five minutes to half an hour to spend with you daily

Her talk is cut short when the vet arrives, and as soon as you're bandaged up she's sweeping out of the room to get back to her duties, leaving Chandra to keep an eye on you if you need anything

Asks you where the lovely creature is when she returns that night

Muriel

Oh he's not hesitating for a second, he's carefully approaching to help as soon as he sees that you're hurt and quietly reassuring you

It's clear this man knows what he's doing. He gives you as long as you need to approach his outstretched hand, and sits unmoving for minutes on end so you can be completely familiar with him

The biggest, warmest hands you could imagine when you're finally ready to be picked up. Your whole body easily fits in just one of them, but he's snuggling you to his chest to keep you safe anyways

Will cover you with his cloak for extra comfort

Gives the best pets and reassurance. Sure he could crush you in one fist but he is scarily good at giving you scritches around your ears and chin and speaking just enough to calm you down

Sets up a very comfy spot for you at just the right distance from the fire with exactly the types of food you need to eat

Takes care of your paw so gently and expertly that you barely feel a thing, and then praises you for staying calm and calls you brave for letting him help you. Does not stop petting you at any point

Does have to leave a few times for the rest of his day's tasks, but not before he takes his time introducing you to Inanna and making sure you feel comfortable and safe around her

And goodness gracious, you're the safest little creature in the world once she's decided to look after you. She'll sit guard over you with a paw on either side of you while she watches the door

Yes, Muriel is in the hut when you poof back, and yes, he's immediately bright red at all the words you heard him say that day

Portia

Rushing over to look at you, not because she can tell you're injured, but because you're a small, cute, fluffy animal and what else is she supposed to do when she sees those? Walk on by??? Never!

A little surprised when you don't run away, and very pleased when you willingly approach her outstretched hand to get to know her. Which is when she sees the way you're limping and figures it out

You're hurt! That's awful! Don't worry, she'll take care of you!

Drapes a soft shawl around you that smells like detergent and fresh bread and snuggles you up. She carries you like a baby and it's the warmest, softest, safest experience you've ever had

Has the perfect nails for scritching and is giving you the royal treatment the whole way back to her cottage (she'd take you to see her brother, she tells you, but he's probably overworked as is)

Keeps accidentally flicking her hair into your face - there's so much of it, and as nice as it smells, the curls tickle you dreadfully

Doesn't like the idea of making you feel imprisoned inside, so she pulls out a basket and fills it with rags and old blankets and puts it on the porch for you to snooze in while she finds some food for you

Ends up pulling a bunch of produce from her garden and slicing it up into little pieces on a plate for you to pick and choose what you like. The whole time you eat she's petting you and listing off different names to see if there's any in particular you respond to

Has to run off after an hour because she was on her break, but she calls Pepi over to meet you before she goes to keep you company

Almost cries when she comes home to an empty basket

Lucio

Fully intended to keep walking past you. He wasn't even looking in your direction when you went sprinting off because he was too busy navigating a root and pebble filled path in heels

Mercedes and Melchior, however, noticed the tall grass rustling right away and came sprinting over to investigate. You were not prepared for how scary those teeth would look up close

The two of them can tell fairly quickly that you're not a normal small animal, and they're both so intrigued and excited that they start bouncing back and forth around you with whirlwind tails

Lucio, noticing the commotion, finally walks over to see what they found and notices you. Hey, you're kinda cute. He'll keep you.

Scoops you up without a second thought, tucks you into one arm, and keeps walking with the dogs trying to jump up and sniff at you on either side. It smells like dog and cologne and you are stressed

He does talk while he walks, but not to anybody specifically. He rambles from his ongoing train of thought to tuneless whistling to barking at the dogs to stop getting pawprints on his trousers

You'd hope for pets, but he's holding you in his human arm and the other spiky metal one with the sharp claws on the end don't look ideal for gentle comfort. Thankfully, he's pretty warm

He doesn't realize that you're injured until he gets to where he's staying and puts you down. As soon as he sees that you're limping, he's panicking and trying to figure out how to take care of it

Ties it up with a handkerchief and calls it a day. You'll be fine

Asks you if you can turn back at will when the spell wears off

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

There's someone in Amelie's flat. Well, technically two someones, but distinctions stopped being important to them a while ago.

Tal is quietly attempting to steal Willard's plushies, four arms making this much easier. They heard about what happened between Amelie and Sinclair. This seems safer than petnapping again. They spot Willard out of the corner of their eyes.

"Shhh. You see nothing."

- @eyes-that-decieve

Willard meows like a sad little baby at the sight of her plushies getting stolen. She runs over to Tal, trying to pull out a purple teddy bear out of their arms.

[mrlidocaine]

I really like the pantolone x hybrid au! Reader :] I kinda want more of it, so prettyyyy pleaseeeee write some more :]

Thank you! I did my best, please enjoy 🫡 . I’m sorry it’s so short I can pull more together later if you lovelies want, I’m just swamped with schoolwork rn

Yan! Pantalone x Snow leopard hybrid! Reader

TW: kidnapping (petnapping?), drugging, forced domestication, oh also Dottores in here and that’s it’s own trigger warning. Lemme know if there r more

It was cold. But you didn't care, happily chasing your meal through the snow. The small white mouse was hard to see, but you could hear it, and you weren't going to lose it. Your fluffy white ears keened towards the little scurrying noises as you simply failed to miss the sound of a campfire crackling, the steps of large men moving around; too excited about the mouse, your mouth watering as you chased the first living thing you'd seen in ages. Only as the mouse was crushed under a well aimed boot did you screech and tumble to a halt, slamming into sturdy and well made fabric. You sat there dazed, long spotted tail over your shoulder as your claws dug into the ground.

"What on earth?" A clicking was heard behind you and you turned your cat like eyes to the new noise, looking into a masked face. It had a long shiny thing pointed at you, frozen metal pressing against your head. You bared your sharp teeth and sprang up, only to be whacked across the head now. Your vision danced, colourful spots flooding your eyesight. you heard muffled conversation, but were unable to actually know what any of it meant

"That's a snow leopard hybrid yeah? Those rare or anything?"

"You're asking if its rare? You dumb fuck that's worth-!"

"Who's even gonna buy it? Sure its expensive as hell but it's wild, nobody really wants a wild one."

“Doesn’t matter, some sicko will take it. If there’s no luck on the market, the Doctor would gladly snatch her up.”

You could only listen, trying to comprehend any of it when the snow beside you crunched. A tall, imposing man with dark hair and glasses stood there looking down at you with a smile. You bared your teeth, crouching to lunge at any of the humans that dared to take another step near you.

“I’ll take her, it would be a waste to give her to the Doctor. Isn’t she a pretty thing? She’d be prettier put on display though, prettier if she was taken care of.” That was it, your world going dark after a blunt force hit the back of your head.

When you woke up, you were being dragged into a very white room. It wasn’t much different than the white of the snow, but the smell of chemicals hurt your nose, causing you to whine as you looked around in your disoriented state. Some muffled words were heard as a masked figure with blue hair appeared in your vision, pointing at you and then laughing at words spoken by another. You swiped with your claw at the person, but they simply smiled with their own sharp teeth and waved their finger at you. You faded back out after a small prick in your neck.

[pinksparkl]

I hope I have the right number...

Vaguely based on a reddit story about a girl stealing another girl's cat back after the ex-boyfriend wouldn't give return it to her. What if Michael didn't care about the cat? And what if his new partner (original character) wasn't happy to play along with it and called Angel instead? Cat's name (Nyx) was chosen via tumblr poll.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort, petnapping, Domestic Fluff (kinda), Themes of pack as found family, Cute Ending, Mentioned Aggro

Rated: G

2882 words (read here or on ao3)

After a delicious homecooked meal care of their fiancé and his very skilled hands, Angel flopped on the sofa, sprawling out, aiming to relax for a while before even thinking about tackling the dishes. They blindly reached up and over their head to pick up their phone from the table behind the cushioned arm, hoping to scroll through at least a few of the meme posts Asher had undoubtedly tagged them in. Lazily opening an eye they saw a notification of a voicemail from an unknown number, "urgh, probably a spam caller," the “bane of their life”, as they so dramatically put it. They tapped on the notification, and brought the phone to their ear to see what they would be deleting as soon as they knew who to direct their frustration towards in approximately five seconds time.

 

"...hey, I hope I have the right number... this is gonna be awkward if it's not..." Angel took notice of the overly casual tone of the caller, "maybe it's not spam?" Their nose wrinkled in confusion, sitting up as if the change in posture would increase their understanding of what they were hearing.

"Umm, it's Michael's partner, Jordan, well, soon-to-be ex-partner, if we're being specific. Look, I know this is probably so weird, me calling you out of the blue – I mean, you don't even know me... Long story short, he's been really weird about the cat. And kinda bitchy about you every time he brings you up in a conversation, unprovoked...." A sigh crackled through the phone speaker. 

 

"He, uhh... he's not really taking care of the cat, also never told me the cat's name to be honest... do you... do you want the cat? If you do, call me back and I can, I dunno, steal her back for you? If I'm totally out of line here... just... delete this message and... go and live your life, I guess. I hope you're happy, really. Bye." As the pre-recorded voice listing off the options to deal with the voicemail, Angel's hand – and the phone – plopped onto the cushions below in disbelief. To say they were stunned would be an understatement. They were flabbergasted. “Michael hasn't been looking after Nyx...? But he said he would.”

 

Assumptions and theories jumbled up and crowded inside their head, each thought jostling for attention, they had to do something about the information they had just received, but what? David, they had to tell David. They had promised. No secrets, no skulking around behind his back this time. "David!"

 

He heard their shout and immediately rushed through the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room. The cloth he used to wipe the counters still gripped in his hand. Their use of his given name instead of one of their many silly nicknames for him caused a spark of worry to shoot through his Core. "What? What is it, Angel?" Concern apparent in every inch of his body language, muscles tensed – ready for anything – and eyes quickly roaming over them and the room to check for injury or danger.

 

Looking up at him, they felt a mixture of guilt – for unintentionally riling him up – and something warm and light, they weren't sure what to call it – that he would swoop in to rescue them from a bad situation without any second thought. Angel raised their hands, showing their palms to him, “it's not like that, I'm okay,” quickly assuaging his fears, picking them apart piece by piece before they can build up to a unreachable peak. “It's just... here, sit down,” patting beside them, wanting their mate to calm down a little more before they dumped all of this on him, as well as looking for a way to delay the inevitable of what they had to say. Their evening had been great, and now they were about to disturb that peace – if he knew what they were thinking he'd probably tell them they were overthinking things and to just get it over with.

 

Sighing, they relayed what the call was about, absentmindedly spinning their engagement ring as they spoke, the action soothing them, before David covered their worried hands with one of his own, squeezing gently, offering his silent support. “So, I'm torn. What do I do, Davey?” 

 

Looking into their soft, emotional eyes, he knew, “there's only one thing we can do,” they waited for him to continue, sensing he wasn't finished. “I guess we're cat parents now.” He never was and never will be a “cat person" but the honest-to-goodness smile that shone on Angel's face almost made him want to adopt every cat they saw if it would make them that happy every day they were together. Of course, he'd never admit that out loud, saving himself from any wild ideas they would no doubt come up with.

 

He moved to stand up now that the immediate crisis had been resolved – taking control of a situation was what he did best, "I'll see if Milo has any spare cat things. She'll need more stuff, obviously, but it's too late in the day now to go shopping, so I'll go out tomorrow for whatever else."

 

Angel’s eyes were wet and glistening, "you mean it?" They sniffed, swallowing back the would-be-tears.

 

"I do mean it. She's your cat, and you care about her, and I don't like it when you worry about things. I don't want you to feel sad about whatever condition he's putting her in, so we'll do this, together."

 

"Thank you, Davey," they jumped up and koala-hugged him, crushing their face into his chest as they wrapped their limbs around him.

 

David held them in his arms, and pressed a kiss to the crown of their head, his heart feeling at ease from seeing his mate back to their usual bouncy self. "Go call this Jordan back, and we can get this ball rolling," he said releasing his grip a little as they slid down, but not letting go until their feet were firmly on the ground.

 

“Okay!” Their thumbs couldn't move fast enough, almost hitting Asher's name instead of the not-so-mysterious number. “What will I say? What if it's a prank?”

 

--

 

The next day their plan was already in full swing. Milo had stopped by after the pack meeting with a box of Aggro's “hand-me-downs” while David was out picking up cat food and kitty litter. “Don't worry, they're all clean. The little guy didn't play much with them anyways, he much prefers chasing my feet than most toys, so he won't miss these.”

 

“Thanks again, Milo!” Smiling cheerfully, they took the box off the shifter's hands, almost put off-balance by the surprising weight of a bunch of cat toys, “how much stuff is even in here?!”

 

“No problem, mini-alpha, now, uh, when’s this reverse cat-thief s’posed’ta show up, huh?” His dimples becoming more prominent as he smiled, clapping and rubbing his hands together, as if to ready himself for a fight of some kind. Angel had become well used to various shifter behaviours by now, everyone in the pack had different personalities obviously, but they all had this innate need to protect each other at a moment's notice, even at the detriment of themselves.

 

Angel pulled out their phone to check the time, eyes lingering on the lockscreen picture of them and David from that time they went camping, he had begrudgingly obliged them cute couple photo, kissing their cheek and everything. Almost immediately, they changed the picture, replacing one of David's sleeping face – they'd had to be really careful about checking their phone around him with that as their lockscreen, but it had been worth it to look at the softness that only they got to see, even when they were apart. “Uhh, at least another couple hours or so.”

 

“Want me ta stick around ‘til David gets back?” 

 

“Nah, it's okay, I don't wanna waste your evening,” they hand-waved away the offer, not wanting to be a bother. Angel knew Milo, and the rest of the pack, didn't think of them as such, but at times they couldn't help but see it as some sort of obligation the pack felt they were bound by to protect them and associate with them.

 

Milo looked them dead in the eye, all previous humour abandoned in favour of a more serious tone, “you're family. Not by blood and not legally, not yet at least, but in a way that matters. You could never waste my evening.” The careful meaning behind those words touched them, soothed an ache they didn't even know they had, chasing away those bad thoughts that had resurfaced without merit.

 

“Thanks, Milo,” the pack had opened their arms to not one but two unempowered humans, and didn't dare treat them any different than the rest of the wolves. It was a fact, and may as well be written out in black and white, but something they still had trouble accepting every now and then. “But really, I'll be okay, I've got home advantage anyway,” they stated, affecting their best tough-guy pose before breaking into laughter, they never could keep a straight face.

 

“A'right, but call if y'need to, okay?” His eyes squinted as if to make his words more authoritative, as he pointed his index finger at them for emphasis, but the smirk lining his lips ruined the act.

 

“I will, now get outta here! Your mate'll be wondering why you're taking so damn long, Greer,” playfully punching him on the shoulder to get him to leave. They knew for a fact it didn't – couldn't – hurt him, but they refused to shake out their hand until they closed the door behind him. “Oww! What do they feed shifters as kids?! Damn those muscles!”

 

--

 

David had since returned from the pet store and they were both waiting impatiently for Jordan to arrive. He sat, half-listening to the newscaster drone on and on at minimum volume, but mostly watching Angel as they paced the length of the living room, peeking out through the window every time they got near, before going for another lap, until he'd had enough. “Angel, c’mere,” gesturing with his head and opening his arms, he ushered them in for a hug, knowing they needed reassurance that this was all going to be okay. “Jordan will get here, when they get here. You gave them the address and they texted back a thumbs up. Relax. There's nothing more you can do right this second, so just relax for me.” His thumbs pressing into their muscles, urging them to release the tension that wasn't doing them any favours.

 

Angel accepted his words and leaned fully into him, letting their mate take their weight, both physically and emotionally, sinking into his sturdy, reliable form, allowing their eyes to slip shut for a moment's respite until the doorbell rang. At which point, they shot up like someone had lit a match under their ass – racing to open the door – David just about stifled a snort at the complete shift in their mood.

 

He followed behind at a more reasonable pace, though it didn't matter his speed, because in Angel's haste, they had some trouble unlocking the latch. The door creaked open, “note to self, oil the hinges tomorrow.” David thoughts were like a never-ending checklist at times, once a task was completed, there often were two more to take its place.

 

“Here you go, kitty, safe and sound, just like I promised.” The stranger was holding what just looked like a rolled-up blanket, but it turned out to be a cat wrapped up burrito-style, presumably they couldn't find a cat carrier so last minute. 

 

“Oh my god, Nyx! I missed you!” Angel cuddled the fluffy black ball, her ears perked up in recognition of her previous owner. “Thank you so much, you literally don't understand how much it killed me to leave her.”

 

David stretched out a hand for Nyx to sniff – just because he wasn’t the biggest fan of cats didn't mean he was unaware of how to best approach them – and looked into her bright green eyes. Eyes that tracked him as he moved closer, calmly and without any unnecessary movement. Eyes that looked like this void-like creature knew things, like she was much wiser than most people gave her credit for – much like someone else David knew.

 

“Was it difficult to sneak out without Michael noticing?”��

 

“Well, since he sleeps like the dead, as you’re probably well aware, the sneaking out part was pretty easy. The difficulty came in the form of him wanting to drive me home, like come on man, you've been drinking, I'm not letting you drive me anywhere like that! So, he gave in, eventually, and promptly fell asleep, and... here I am!” There was something about this Jordan person that seemed familiar to David, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

He stood behind Angel, small smile on his face, happy to see his mate happy, even if it would mean having to share their attention and also live with a cat. As he said before, he doesn't hate cats, he just doesn't prefer them. The loyalty of a dog is more his cup of tea, but from the stories Angel had told him about Nyx's behaviour, they shouldn't have too many problems getting along.

 

Angel looked up at David with a kind of look, glancing back at Jordan, David’s core ached with how transparent he was to Angel no matter what walls he tried to put in place – they clearly wanted to invite Jordan in, to go some way in thanking them for their good deed, but they were wary of his desire to keep their home a private sanctuary. This person who he absolutely butted heads with on first meeting has become so integral in his life that they knew his thoughts even before he did, and for that, he supposed that compromised should work both ways, “d'you wanna come in for coffee, or something?”

 

“Oh no, I couldn't,” stepping back from the porch, Jordan started turning to wall away.

 

But David had been brought up better than to allow a guest to leave this soon without some form of refreshment, “you wouldn't be imposing, I mean, we are offering.”

 

“It's not that. I kinda told my roommate that if I didn't get back by midnight, that they should call the police.”

 

Angel looked at them worried and confused. “D-did you think something was gonna happen to you?”

 

“Well, my working theory was that if Michael caught me stealing the cat- sorry, Nyx, that he might call the police, so my roomie would've been left to pick me up from holding.”

 

“Uh huhh." David looked at his watch, refusing to voice the thought in his head that Michael definitely had a type, and it had nothing to do with appearance. “Well, you might wanna get home then, it's past eleven and seeing as I don't recognise you from around here, I'd say it's safe to assume you're not local?”

 

“Yeah, I'm out Borden-direction, so I'd better get a move on. Have fun with Nyx, and umm, have a good rest of your night, bye!”

 

“Wait! Would it be weird... if I asked you to text me when you get back to your place, just so I know you got there safely?” David could feel the tension wound up in his mate under his fingers despite his close presence. They truly cared for people, even someone they didn't know existed until yesterday, and still didn't really know, if they were being honest. He was constantly in awe of the person he'd chosen to life his life with, and how they found countless ways to express their warm-hearted nature.

 

“Sure. I can do that, if it'll make you feel better. Okay, bye, again.” And with that Jordan was sprinting down the driveway to their car, how they still had the energy to be so upbeat after such a long day was beyond David's imagination.

 

Excitement over, David closed the door as Angel set the new addition to their little family on the sofa. “Right Miss Nyx, what're we gonna do with you? Oh. David, look! She likes your hoodie almost as much as I do!” He turned around to see – or rather, not see – a black ball of fluff curled up on his black Shaw Security hoodie. She was almost hidden in plain sight with how dark her fur was. 

 

 “Let her stay there for the night. At the very least, she'll get used to me faster this way, recognising that my scent is something safe for her.” His logic was sound, and because he was so focused on the purring feline making itself at home on his hoodie, he didn't notice the broad grin painted on Angel's face.

 

“Aww, you really are a softie under all that gruffness, ain't'cha Davey?”

 

“Don't push it,” he grumbled. “Come on, it's been a long day for all of us, let's set up the basics for her highness, and then head to bed.”

Their grin softened to a heartfelt smile, “love you, Davey.” Hugging into his side, as he wrapped an arm around them.

 

“Love you too, Angel.” 

 

“Mraww.”

 

“And we love you too, Nyx.”

Notes

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Oh dear, it looks like Detective Wright is sick again!

Detective Wright lives in a small, quiet town, where he uses his detective skills to solve petty crimes that occasionally plague the residents. Though Wright can be a bit bumbling at times, and has very little self-preservation instinct, he has solved his fair share of robberies, acts of vandalism, petnapping, and lost citizen cases. Granted, they are almost never very serious, but he treats each case as if it’s a life or death situation. All with a worn trenchcoat and a fake British accent.

Unfortunately, Detective Wright, with his obsessive nature with solving cases, often has one case of the sniffles or another. Whether it’s a cold that he can’t shake off or the beginnings of a new one, Wright is always sneezing and sniffling up a storm. He always brushes it off as allergies until he can hardly get out of bed. Without a doctor nearby, there’s no one to ask after his health.

Perhaps he needs an assistant~

[itzpris15634]

Not Just Yet (ft. Blythe and Sue)

While all of my previous fics were based in Human and Aged Up AUs, this one is based in the original LPS. Like, teenage Blythe, animal pets.

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"You wanna adopt a pet?" Blythe sat on the side of her bed, watching as Sue paced around her room.

"Yes! And I need your help," Sue responded, sounding very determined, "Because, you know, you helped Youngmee find Nutmeg and all. Can you do the same for me?"

Helping Sue find a pet? Sure. The whole scheme that involved needing to rescue a dead man's dog from men that were going to use her as a means to obtaining his wealth? Definitely not. Though Blythe only thought about that to herself, of course.

Instead, what came out of her mouth was, "Oh yeah, absolutely! Is there any kind of pet in specific you're looking for? Knowing you, I'd like to guess that you want a pet that's… active and athletic?"

"Uhhh… maybe?"

"Or not! Maybe a more chill one that you can relax with after a long day of running and so."

"That doesn't sound too bad… but, I dunno. You just… you're supposed to know when you know, you know?"

"Hey, that's what Youngmee kept saying at the auditions! Maybe I could set one up for you too-" Blythe stopped before she said too much.

Sue raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Auditions? And what are you going on about?"

Right. She doesn't know yet. And I'm not telling her. Yet.

"…N-nevermind. Inside joke between me and Youngmee."

"Woah, you guys have inside jokes?" Sue took a seat next to Blythe on the side of the bed, playfully jabbing an elbow into Blythe's side, "Should I be jealous?"

Blythe laughed and gently pushed Sue's arm away, "It's not much, really. Anyway, you were saying about pets?"

"Oh, right! It's just… yeah. I know I want a pet to love and care for. But I don't know what I want from it…"

An idea popped into Blythe's mind.

"How about we… go visit an animal shelter?"

"Animal shelter?"

"Yeah! You could go around, meet all the animals inside, and see which one is most fit for you!"

"Ohh yeah, that could work! Are you busy? Maybe we can go today."

"I mean… other than my designs, but those can wait. And sure, we can go!"

"Awesome!"

===

Day 22: animal shelter

Did petnapped ever stay a secret between Blythe and Youngmee? I think. Maybe.

Lowkey wanna write people's reactions to Blythe's talking to pets ability. We only got it out of Youngmee and Roger. HHhh

[hunty627]

Coming up on Little Einsteins: New Missions, Leo was celebrating the anniversary when Melody the music pet came to his home. But then, Big Jet came around and petnapped Melody! Can the Little Einsteins rescue Melody before Big Jet takes her to the poachers? Find out in this upcoming episode of Little Einsteins: New Missions, music petnapped! Featuring the music “Humoresque number 7″ by Antonin Dvorak.

[shrub-jay]

Cujo the Bathound Cont.

“Damian, we talked about this. You can’t just steal people’s dogs!” Tim pinched the bridge of his nose in a very Bruce-like gesture of exasperation. He’d been waylaid stopping a mugging and Damian had disappeared into the shadows. He was lucky the dog was so loud, neither of them were dressed to bury a body.

He could almost hear Dick chiding him about “Damian changing his ways.”

“You have certainly changed your tune, Drake. Last time you deemed it perfectly acceptable!” Damian snapped, clearly resisting the urge to stamp his foot in defiance. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth! That was different, that dog was being mistreated, that was a rescue mission, this is petnapping!” When a civilian was spotted walking the glowing, green slobbering image of Ace the previous week, they knew that it could not be coincidence. They also knew there would be no stopping Damian. “The plan was to talk to them, not threaten to exterminate their bloodline for the crime of having a pet.” “I did not threaten to exterminate their bloodline!”

“That’s growth!” a voice chimed in. Dick dropped down alongside them soundlessly, making a show of looking around like a sailor scanning the horizon for a storm. “Guessing I missed the dog?”

“Ace, you missed Ace,” Damian insisted. “I am certain that it’s him. We must bring him home as soon as possible.”

Across town, Cujo scratched at his ear on the floor of Danny’s apartment as Danny flopped onto the couch.

“Someone needs to teach Ra’s to send flowers, or something. Or a nice gift basket,” Dick mused. He clapped his hands down on his brothers’ shoulders. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time in our crime fighting schedule tonight to track down a random civilian. I’m sure we’ll find the glowing green little guy again soon, how common can green dogs be?”

—-----

Not very, Jason figured, as he looked up from the group chat back up at the green dog staring at him through the coffee shop window. It sure did look like Ace, down to the way he tilted his head and placed his paw expectantly on the glass. He snapped his book shut and groaned. He normally wouldn’t be caught dead knowing what’s going down in the family Batchat, but this was Ace. 

The bell above the door chimed as he exited the shop, stooping down to give the dog a scratch behind the ears. The dog leapt up excitedly, barking wildly, seemingly torn between playbowing and launching himself at Jason’s face. Any doubts Jason had evaporated.

“Welcome to the zombie club, old boy,” he whispered, letting a rare smile grace his face. His eyes definitely weren’t wet. Dry as the Sahara. Dry as the toast Bruce made with his horrifically expensive toaster. He hoped Alfred’s petition to throw it out had succeeded. Scooping Ace into his arms, he absentmindedly scratched him under the chin. Adjusting his grip to hold him at arm’s length, he looked Ace in the eye. “Think I could just drop you off in Bristol? I know you know the way.”

“Cujo! Cujo?” Ears perking up, Ace expertly squirmed out of Jason’s grasp, trotting towards the source of the voice, an older teen, or perhaps a twenty something, sporting a slightly too long fringe and a Mars orange Curiosity rover themed t-shirt. Ace circled the newcomer’s feet, before darting quickly back and forth between them. “I’ve been looking all over for you, I can’t believe you chewed through your leash, you little menace.” Jason cleared his throat. 

“A Stephen King fan, then?”

“Nope! I liked Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter though.” Jason could feel his brain blue screening. He was startled out of it by a laugh and the stranger waving a hand dismissively. “I’m just messing with you. I see you’ve met Cujo, I’m his pet human.” Cujo yipped happily.

“He bears an uncanny resemblance to my family’s… To my childhood dog,” Jason admitted, reaching out a hand tentatively towards the dog. Cujo/Ace pressed a wet nose into his hand. Ace was softer than he remembered, soft in a way that made Jason’s fingers go numb. He flexed them experimentally. The Pits were a strange thing. “He had quite the attitude in his puppy years.”

That was a lie.

Ace was the calmest dog Jason had ever known, not that Jason had known him as a puppy. Dick had adopted him along with Bruce long before Jason joined the family. 

“So did Cujo! When I first met him, he had just destroyed the local lab– laboratory, not labrador, he’s pretty chill around other dogs– but he calmed down eventually! He seemed so angry all the time, but I think all he needed was a good place to put all that energy.” Jason’s mouth set into a grim line, and he anxiously rubbed at his palm, a habit developed to keep him from clenching his fists.

Ra’s al Ghul really couldn’t just let dead dogs lie. Something hot and angry twisted in his chest, but he forced a smile. Ace’s owner was glancing at their phone. 

“I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting my sister at the park, it was nice meeting you..?”

Gotham really was not the type of city to be meeting people in parks.

“Jason. Ah, before you go, could I get your number?” Look at him go, using words. Jason pulled out his phone, swiping over to his contacts before forking it over. 

“Why does this contact say Dickface?”

“Brother.”

“That tracks. We should meet up at the dog park sometime, I’ve gotta scram!” Jason waved an awkward goodbye to– Danny, according to his contact– and the very, very green Ace. Jason would never take his non-greenness for granted again. 

“Wait, dog park?”

Danny was already gone, and Jason had a call to make. 

—----

“Good evening, Damian,” Jason said, gritting his teeth. Maybe dog theft wasn’t such a bad idea, but the Crime Alley kids would judge him for it. But really, what was one more crime for the rap sheet. Are there punch cards for that?

“What do you want, Todd?” Jason found himself missing the comfort of his grave. Dead boys don’t need to ask for favors from their annoying little brothers. “Unless you’re calling to share news of Ace, I’m sure whatever it is can wait.”

“It is related to Ace,” Jason reassured him. He could picture Damian leaning forward in anticipation. “I need a favor.”

“Spit it out then!”

“I need to borrow Titus.”

Sacrifices were made, texts were exchanged, and the dog was acquired. Jason didn’t know what he did to deserve having Damian on his comms while sitting in a dog park on a Saturday afternoon, Titus’ drooling head sitting in his lap. 

If he was a more truthful man, and a touch less traumatized, he even might have admitted it was nice. He tapped his foot impatiently, checking his watch. Danny was late, but this was Gotham. For all he knew, Poison Ivy could be causing some major traffic jams right about now. 

Not that Danny seemed the type to drive anywhere. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he twisted to look behind the bench.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late!” Danny made a show of putting his hands on his knees, panting heavily, but Jason didn’t see a single drop of sweat. Ace tugged at his lead, poking up face up through the gap between the bench’s back and its seat. Titus pitched forward, rearranging his lanky limbs beneath himself. “Didn’t know sidewalks could have a rush hour.”

“Not from around here, then?”

“Obviously not,” Damian hissed in his ear. Jason resisted the urge to take his comm out of his ear and crush it. It was just a simple dognapping. Dog rescue? Dog repossession. Titus and Ace were in the process of tangling their leashes. 

“You sure clocked me fast. I moved here from Illinois a few weeks ago. I needed a change of pace, ya know?” Danny smiled, crouching down to unclip Ace’s lead. Titus nudged at Jason to do the same. 

“Most people go to Metropolis for that. Or Starling City,” Jason pointed out. Gotham was only good for goons and rock bottom real estate prices. 

“Do I look like I have Metropolis money?” Danny raised an eyebrow. His own jacket had a few holes singed in it. They looked surprisingly old. “Someone tried to rob me the other night and all I had to offer was a Bat Burger punch card.”

“Fair enough.”

“--I thought I had fifteen cents, but it turned out that nickel was a peso– I don’t even know how it got there, I’m not one to travel!” Jason tilted his head, gesturing at Danny’s Yosemite t-shirt. Danny looked down at it and blinked. “Ah, that was a gift from my older sister. She had a van life stint and said it was, I quote, ‘Probably the closest I had gotten to touching grass in weeks.’”

“You seem close,” Jason commented.

“‘You seem close.’” Damian mimicked in his ear. “Todd, never let anyone tell you you are a good conversationalist.”

“We are. I trust her with my life,” Danny piped, then chuckled as if he had said something funny. “She’s part of the reason I moved here. She’s continuing her studies at Gotham U. I’m thinking of taking some community college classes, but…” Danny pressed his lips together in thought.”

Titus and Ace raced around the expanse of scraggly grass. There was no one else around to see the glowing green canine. No witnesses. He could outrun this guy. Now, if only Ace’s spectacular recall could make a reappearance. 

“--really sure it’s my scene, you know?” Danny nudged him gently with his elbow and Jason stiffened. “Sorry, I’m a bit rambly sometimes.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck as the dogs circled back to them. Jason grunted in response.

“How eloquent,” the Demon Brat said. “Really reminds me of a certain som–”

“Fuck it,” Jason muttered.

“What?”

Jason grabbed Ace and booked it, Titus hot on his heels. Ace’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, flapping in the breeze, as if their dramatic exit was a joy ride. Jason’s heart was pounding in his ears. He glanced back over his shoulder for a split second to see Danny standing there in shock.

Jason didn’t slow down.

“What would B say, hm? You’re making a criminal out of me, why couldn’t you have just come home?” Ace licked his face and Jason shuddered with a skin crawling sensation. He did not remember Ace’s gaze being so unnerving. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”

He didn’t stop glancing back until he was on the train towards Bristol. Even then, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He still couldn’t shake it when he raised his hand to knock on the door of Wayne Manor. What he would do for this dog. Titus panted beside him, but Ace was oddly quiet, even as he followed at Jason’s heels.

The door slowly creaked open, and there stood Alfred Pennyworth, as wise and wizened looking as ever. 

“Hi, Alfie.” “Welcome home, Master Jason.”

“I found him. I found Ace.” Alfred swung the door open, gesturing for Jason to come instead, already reaching out for his jacket. Jason did not move to take it off, and Alfred’s hand fell to his side. “I may or may not have… You don’t need to know how I got him.”

“That’s Titus, Master Jason. You don’t need to make up reasons to visit, you know.” Jason froze before slowly turning around. 

Ace was gone.

—----

Danny knew he was right to trust Cujo to come home. He offered Cujo a piece of microwaved noodle. Jason hadn’t seemed too weird, aside from the dog theft. They would have to hang out again.

Cujo the Bathound

“Hand over the dog.” Gotham’s reputation for crime and many flavors of strange preceded it, but Danny did not anticipate being robbed at sword point for a dog. Granted, a green, glowing dog does attract some attention, but this was a city with rampaging clowns and toxic sludge. Cujo wriggled excitedly in his arms, tightening the leash wrapped around Danny’s wrist. “This dog?” Danny freed his other hand to point at Cujo emphatically, cartoonishly looking around the deserted alleyway as if the sword swinging child might have been mistaken. “Are you sure? You can have my wallet, it has 15 cents and a Bat Burger punch card, only one more visit for a free side!” “Don’t be absurd.” “Yeah, I heard you used to get a free combo. Punch cards aren’t what they used to be.” The edge of the blade pressed into Danny’s throat, Cujo jumped down and Danny raised his hands placatingly, keeping the leash out of reach of the would-be petnapper. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, what kind of person would let someone take their dog?” The kid’s face softened slightly at that, and Danny took the opportunity to swat the sword away, scoop up Cujo, and run. “STOP!” Danny kept running. Faintly, he heard the click of a device, but no one pursued him. It was a good thing too. He lied about the punch card.

Cujo was Ace the Bathound. Need I say more???

[elladcat]

【 Life as a Cat 】

Cat!Shigaraki Tomura and Cat!Reader imagines.

Warning: fluffy, maximum cuteness, petnapping, kinda dark.

This is just a scenarios of you or him being a cat, also shiggy is kinda creepy here. No zoophilia i hate them just platonic.

【 Shigaraki Tomura as a Cat 】

You fucking adored him.

Got him from the pet store cuz you want a companion and you love cats.

Can't pick which one but saw the little blue devil eyeing up at you with those big ol' red eyes, and you choose him cuz he's cute.

You showered him with love and effection.

He likes it.

You name him Tenko and got him a collar so someone will return him to you if he got lost (he won't), and often called him Tenko-chan.

The blue devil hates everyone except you.

You're upset that you can't greet people or animals if he's there with you cuz he'll immediately hiss at them and attack them.

You're his owner and you should always love him, why can't you understand that? Unfortunately you can't speak cat language.

You gave him a bath cuz he's covered in dirt and red stains, probably he killed a small animal despite you gave him food.

He didn't mind the bath as long as it's you.

You went to bed and fell asleep, the blue devil snuggle up on top of you and he too drift to sleep.

He'll protect you because you're his owner and his forever.

【 You as a Cat 】

Everyone could tell that you're a energetic, friendly, happy-go-lucky cat and they weren't wrong.

You love to greet other humans and animals and wanted to be their friends, though sometimes you leave them alone to give them their personal space.

You love going outside, your family let you out so you could get some fresh air. The strangers knows you and often greets you or pet you, even the weird blue haired human seem to like you as well.

You don't know why the hooded man picks you up and carried you away, but you assumed that he wants to be your friend so you became his first friend.

He's name Tomura and he kept hugging you and kissing you, calling you angel despite it's not your name (he throw the collar away) but you don't mind it nor would you mind his effection to you cuz you love it!

He also gave you food and you love food! You would quickly gobble up all of it in your bowl and Tomura is surprise by it but was happy that you're enjoying the meal.

You would see him play with his computer in his room, sometimes he's happy for whatever reason and other times he'll be angry to the point that he'll throw things in his room and you're scared of him.

Tomura saw you and called you but you're afraid to go near him, he comes to you and says sorry while hugging and kissing you, and you understood and goes back to loving him cuz he deserve it.

The man didn't let you out and you're sad about it but he told you that it's dangerous to go outside and he's sad to be alone in his house, but you didn't want to see him sad so you stay with him to make him feel better.

You would often look out in the window and miss being with your family, and you wish to go outside again until you saw a poster of you and above it reads 'missing' and Tomura just shred it, you wondered why.

Tomura decided to let you out and you're happy about it but first he needs to put you on a leash and tied you outside the backyard, it kinda upset you that you can't explore the neighborhood but it's enough to leave you happy to finally feel the fresh air and the warmth of the sun again.

You met another cat and you tried to befriend them but Tomura shooed them away and take you back inside the house.

He said that that cat will hurt you and didn't want anything bad happen to you, he's very protective of you because he loves you but you just want to make friends despite it's dangerous like he said.

Why can't he just let you go?

Tomura is asleep and all the windows and doors are lock, you fell asleep with him and he hugs you in his sleep.

You like Tomura, the human is nice and he gives you love and food, you like to be his friend but you wish that he'll let you be with your family again. You don't know how long you been staying here in this house and you miss them so much.

But Tomura will be sad being alone again if you leave so you decided to stay with him to make him feel happy, forever.

[wanderervenom]

From FOX 2 Detroit - Amazon worker drives off with family's puppy on video in Center Line

Amazon worker drives off with family's puppy on video in Center Line

[froggylovespotatos]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT A CROW FRIEND NOT HUMAN A LITERAL CROW IF I CANT GET ONE I WILL KIDNAP A FROG

[phantom-dc]

Too bad for Constantine, who now has to get a stubborn intangible, invisable puppy away from a stubborn, stabby Robin. Danny won't give him the Grimoire unless he gets his dog back. Petnapping isn't cool, man.

Constantine:*summoning the ghost king* Come onnn, come onnn. Danny:*putting on a show* Who dares summon the King of All Dead? Constantine: I have summoned you to bring me the Grimmoire of Scath! Danny: I will require a service in return. Constantine: I offer you my-. Danny: Can you watch my dog while I'm gone? Constantine: ... Cujo: *evil panting* Constantine: Can't I just offer you my immortal soul?

[fromcenotaphy]

montage elements that we SHOULD have gotten in the finale:

dean disentangling himself from cas’s arms and groping for the alarm clock

eileen and sam making breakfast in the bunker kitchen

beers around the library table

random monster getting beheaded

dean fishing with jack

cas crankily drinking coffee

sam and rowena playing chess

hand-holding

dive bar karaoke

claire showing cas how to shoot a crossbow

eileen jody and donna drinking wine on a porch

sam and cas reading in the library

dean in an apron

kaia taking a nap with her head in claire’s lap

sam rinsing suds out of eileen’s hair

animated arguments in cramped diner booths

sam and dean singing in the impala

dean kicking down a door

cas signing with eileen

charlie and stevie descending the bunker stairs with their arms full of craft beer

slow dancing

kevin teleporting into the back row of a princeton lecture hall

dean and claire playing mini golf

sam sorting spell ingredients in the archives

cas resting his head against dean’s shoulder

jack in heaven frowning down at a stack of blueprints

movie nights

eileen and dean sparring

row of labeled landlines in the bunker war room

cas in dean’s clothes

eileen feeding sam french fries

bobby at jody’s giving the girls a boxing lesson

bunker holiday decorations

fond looks

cas laughing

sam throwing a handful of popcorn at dean

patience and alex with fake fbi badges

dean losing at monopoly

cas and jack people-watching on a park bench

salt and burns

sam on the phone surrounded by lore notes

garth writing a stack of christmas cards

eileen skyping max and alicia

sam and jack frowning at a stone tablet

uproarious birthday celebrations

the impala driving along a forested interstate

dean kissing cas at sunset on a beach