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Twisted Tails (Chapter 1)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / (Future) Poly!OT7 x Reader / Hybrid!BTS x Human!Female!Reader Warnings: angst (Jimin is upset) Words: 5.5k words (GOOD LORD.)

Summary: When you meet with your later sister’s lawyer, you’re not expecting to suddenly own two hybrids. Of course, things end up being a tad more complicated than that once you get to the shelter. Upset Jimin inbound.

Hybrids: GermanShepherd!Namjoon, BirmanCat!Jimin, more to come later!

Notes: Well, looks like I’m jumping on the Hybrid!BTS train. For now, this is mostly Jimin and Namjoon centered, but the other boys will be introduced down the line (feedback depending). I hope I didn’t make Jimin too clingy or anything. I’m so excited yet incredibly nervous to post this fic tbh. I hope y’all like it! Depending on the feedback I get, we shall see if there’s future chapters on the horizon! ;) Special shoutout to @mygsii for help with this fic title! <3

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“Your sister left her hybrids to you.”

“Wha-? I’m-I’m sorry, what?”

“Her two hybrids. She left them to you.”

“There has to be a mistake, I...I don’t know how to take care of a hybrid.”

“Her Will states it so, there is no mistake.”

You’re downright flabbergasted. When you had received the call from some lawyer’s office last week about your late sister’s estate, you hadn’t been expecting this. On top of the fact that you’d been shocked to hear that your sister had a Will; she was only four years older than you, for Pete’s sake! Leave it to your sister to give you grey hairs from beyond the grave. She’d left everything to you, including her two hybrids.

You knew about hybrids, of course. One would have to be living under a rock to not heard anything about them before. It had been a wild craze for decades now: “Own your own Hybrid! Companionship, pets, and more!” It made your stomach queasy just thinking about it. You heard the horror stories about hybrids being forced to participate in underground fighting (more often than not, to the death), subjected to hard labor, or used as sex slaves. You literally shuddered, and not in a good way.

Hybrids were half human, exhibiting the physical traits of whatever species they were crossed with in the form of tails, ears, claws, and eyes. Usually hybrids displayed one or two of those traits, although it wasn’t uncommon for them to display all those traits. In addition, hybrids also displayed the instincts of said species, some more than others.

You were somewhat familiar with your sister’s hybrids; you had met Namjoon and Jimin several times. They were both sweet and docile, and despite the fact that you had never owned a hybrid before, you were certain you had lucked out with the two. At least you weren’t bringing home two hybrids that didn’t know you..

“Where are they?” You straightened from your thoughts as you realized you hadn’t seen the hybrids yet. You hadn’t thought to ask about them last week when you’d been asked questions by the police; you had been too upset, wallowing in the grief of losing your big sister. How could you have been so heartless in not inquiring about Namjoon and Jimin? They had surely been grieving just the same as you at the loss of your sister.

The lawyer sitting at the desk in front of you glanced up at you over his thinly rimmed glasses, eyebrows furrowing slightly before he relaxed when he seemed to know what you were questioning him about.

“They’re at the shelter downtown, the police too-,”

“What!?” You shot up from the chair you had been uncomfortably perched in, barely aware of the man jolting slightly at your sudden movement and your shout. They took them to the shelter? While most shelters weren’t bad, you could only imagine the stress Namjoon and Jimin were going through right now.

You were almost to the door when the lawyer stopped you, “Wait! You have to sign some things. I have documents and folders for you from your sister. Please, Miss L/N.”

Your shoulders slumped before you whirled around and hurried back to the desk, hoping this signing wouldn’t take long.

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“It won’t take long, Miss. It’s only a few signatures and then you can be on your way.”

You grumbled sarcastically under your breath as you drove through downtown, fingers tapping impatiently on the wheel. What you thought would take ten minutes ended up taking twice that. The few documents and folders from your sister ended up being a box full. The said box, black and heavy, sat in the passenger seat of your SUV. The thin folder resting on top contained the papers for Namjoon and Jimin.

You wanted to look through the box, but you decided you could do that later after you got Namjoon and Jimin from the shelter. They didn’t need to be there any longer than they already were, it had been at least a week or so, according to the lawyer. God, what if someone had come in and adopted them!? Your sister would be rolling around in her grave if that were true. You’d seen how much she’d loved the two hybrids, if anything happened to them under your watch...she would come back to haunt your ass, you just knew it.

Your heart was fluttering in your chest as you pulled into the parking lot of the shelter and pulled into an empty parking spot, turning off your vehicle before taking a moment to survey the building. The parking lot had a few cars, which you assumed was mostly workers. The building was nice; a little too nice, if you really thought about it. The concrete walls were painted beige, the sign printed with the shelter name was big and neat, like it had just been put up to hang on the front of the building over the set of glass doors.

Taking a deep breath, you snag the folder on top of the box before sliding from your SUV and shutting the door, pressing the lock button as you made a beeline for the glass doors.

As soon as you stepped into the front lobby, you shivered slightly at the coolness. Someone apparently had the air cranked down. The lobby was a decent size with white walls, a few aesthetic paintings of flowers, and a row of chairs along one wall. The main desk was directly ahead, and you frowned at the sight of an empty chair. Clutching the folder in your hands, you approached and peered around.

“Hello?” You called out, wishing there was a bell or something you could ring. You jerked your attention towards the door behind the desk at several muffled shouts from behind it. Tilting your head curiously, you jerk back slightly when the door suddenly bursts open and a tall, blonde woman steps through.

“Oh! Hello!” She greets after a moment of silence, clearing her throat before she quickly takes a seat in the chair behind the desk. “I apologize if you’ve been waiting too long. Can I help you?” She flicks her dark eyes up to you expectantly for your answer.

“Oh, um, well,” You fumble to place the folder down on top of the desk as you also stumble for words, “I’m here to pick up two hybrids that the-,”

“You’re here for hybrids? Wonderful! Is there a certain species or gender you’re looking for? We have several prey hybrids and a few predator hybrids. We have deer, squirrels, wolves, cats, dogs…” She flips her hand around as she explains, “Most of our hybrids are males, but we have a few females if you would prefer them!”

You gape at her for several moments before you’re shaking your head, “No, no. The police brought in two hybrids last week, I think? Namjoon is a dog hybrid and Jimin is a cat hybrid. If I had known they were here sooner, I wouldn’t have let them stay so long…” You inch the folder towards her, “I have their papers right here.”

The woman tugs the folder from your grasp and flips it open, eyes scanning the documents within for a few moments before she glances up at you, “I know these two,” She offers you a look of sympathy, “They’ve had several interested parties, and they’re currently being visited by one of those parties now.”

“You can’t adopt them out, I have their papers and they belong to my sister-,” You choked on the words, clearing your throat, “I mean...I...they’re...they’re in my care now, and I have papers to prove it,” You gesture at the folder the woman still has clutched in her hands.

“We give owners 72 hours to claim their hybrids before we make them available for adoption, Miss,” She offers the folder back towards you, “If you leave your name and number, we can contact you if their adoption doesn’t go through..?”

You felt sick as soon as the words passed her lips. You couldn’t leave without Namjoon and Jimin. You didn’t know the first thing about taking care of hybrids, but you couldn’t let your sister down. She had trusted you with them. Not doing everything in your power to make things right didn’t settle well with you. You wouldn’t give up that easily.

Squaring your shoulders, you offered the secretary a beaming smile, “Actually, can I be shown some hybrids? I’m not sure what I’m looking for,” You grit the words out as sweetly and innocently as you can to the woman, who has her eyebrows raised slightly at your sudden shift in demeanor.

She must not dwell on it too long because she straightens after a moment with a smile, “Of course! Let me call Jackson and get you set up for a look around.”

You hoped you could lay eyes on Namjoon and Jimin during your tour. You wanted to make sure they were alright and that they were actually here. You didn’t want to disrespect your late sister’s wishes, but you knew that such matters could already be out of your hands. If worse came to worse, you suppose you could call your sister’s lawyer and get his help with this mess.

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“Amanda said you weren’t sure what you wanted, is that right? We usually recommend a breed of dog or cat hybrids for first time owners….you are a first time owner, right? I’m assuming you’re not interested in our more exotic hybrids? We recommend more domestic hybrids to first timers.”

Jackson, it turned out, was a very happy and excitable person. He’d been rather enthusiastic ever since he’d come barreling through the doorway five minutes prior, a wide (and rather blinding) smile plastered on the tall brunette’s face. You’d been startled enough at his entrance to not put much effort into fighting him off when he’d rounded the desk and hugged you. You had tensed up immediately at the contact, eyes wide at how little he respected personal space. The hug, thankfully, was quick and brief before he’d offered out his hand to shake. You’d stared at his outstretched hand for several moments, perplexed that he hadn’t offered his hand in the first place. You would have preferred that.

You followed him through the door he had emerged from behind the secretary (Amanda apparently), folder tucked safely away (mostly) in your purse. “Yeah, first time owner,” You answered him, looking back and forth at the various doors that lined the brightly lit hallway. All the doors were shut, but a window in the doors offered you glimpses into the rooms beyond; the beds, desks, toys, and personal items you’d seen indicated they were the hybrid’s rooms.

“Most of them are out in the social area right now.” Jackson gestures to the door that you’ve both approached as he turns the handle and pushes it open, urging you through into the room, “I can introduce you to a few if you like?”

You had been expecting to enter a room that was entirely too small and lackluster to be the social area for hybrids. You’d seen the pictures before of poor environments of shelters and adoption centers, little to no care for the enrichment of the hybrids that stayed there. You were, for lack of a better word, quite speechless at the room you stepped into.

The room was huge and brightly lit, walls painted an off white. It was filled with several tables, beanbags, and benches throughout, along with several enrichment items (including platforms that resembled trees) and toys. Hybrids of all kinds dotted around the room, most playing, sitting, or lounging around. You caught sight of several cats perched in the tree platforms. At the sound of you and Jackson entering, a few hybrids glance your way curiously before resuming what they had been doing prior.

The surprise that filters over your face as you take it in causes the man beside you to laugh, “A lot of people have walked through that door with that same look on their face. Impressive, yes?”

“Very.” You agree, “I’ve heard so many horror stories over the years about how some shelters look and treat the hybrids there. It’s...nice to see something like this.” You continue honestly, catching the slight bob of his head in agreement with you.

Over the years, you had heard countless stories on hybrid shelters: poor living environments, sick and ill hybrids, very little enrichment tools afforded to the hybrids housed there. A poorly cared for and neglected hybrid without the proper tools to keep them happy often lead to hybrids falling ill, and some cases, even brought about their death. Unhappiness really could drag them down. Of course, hybrid shelters weren’t the only ones with a bad rap: the horror stories coming out of breeding centers were even worse.

“We try to keep the hybrids in our care as stress free as we can.” Jackson urges you further into the room, earning a few more curious looks from the hybrids in the social area. “Of course, it comes with challenges, especially when hybrids are brought back.” He sighs softly at the admission, “We are strict with the hybrids that have been returned more than three times, adopting them is much more rigorous than a hybrids that’s never been adopted or only returned once. We’re rigorous regardless, but you can never be too sure…”

You’re half listening to him as you look around, desperately trying to catch sight of Namjoon and Jimin, but your shoulders slump when you don’t find them. You’re disappointed, even if the shelter did appear to be great keeping hybrids happy. You glanced sideways at Jackson, wondering if you should ask about the two hybrids and let him know that they were, legally, yours. Then again, what if they were adopted by someone nice, who was much more qualified to take care of the two rather than you? What had your sister been thinking?

Apparently she hadn’t been thinking at all.

Turning slightly to face Jackson, you opened your mouth to question him about the two hybrids when a commotion from the doorway opposite the one you’d entered caught both of your attention. There’s a muffled commotion behind the door for several seconds before it’s hastily shoved open by a short, brunette woman who looks rather stressed before her eyes land on Jackson. She immediately seems relieved, mostly.

“Jackson! Thank god, can you spare a few minutes to help?” She glances behind her down the hallway, a shriek echoing behind her before she’s jerking her head back to Jackson. All the hybrids around you are tense and looking towards the woman and the commotion behind her. “Jimin is very upset, he-,”

At the mention of Jimin, you’re immediately perking up, tilting your head as you attempt to figure out what exactly is going on behind her. She could easily be talking about another Jimin, but your gut is quite certain she’s talking about the Jimin you know. A hand pats your shoulder, muffled words reaching your ears before you take note of Jackson hurriedly moving towards the woman. He moves quickly, but it's more of a fast walk, no doubt to avoid stressing or startling the hybrids in the room more than they are now.

“I don’t want to! I can’t! You can’t!” Your eyes grow wide at the familiar voice of the cat hybrid that you’d known for the two years that your sister had owned him. Why was he so stressed out? What was going on? Unable to stop yourself, you followed after Jackson, trying to keep your strides even, barely able to catch the door he and the woman disappeared behind before it could close behind them.

You knew that you probably weren’t permitted back here with permission or an escort, but damn the consequences. You had a soft heart and you had never heard the panic and fear in Jimin’s voice like that before. Surely they weren’t hurting him.

Slipping through the door, you let it close behind you as you stopped to survey the scene further down the hallway. In addition to Jackson and the woman, four others were present, including a young woman standing near the wall directly across from three males. One of the men was obviously staff, if the uniform similar to Jackson and the woman’s was any indication. He was halfway between the woman and the other two males, hands raised slightly in surrender as he murmured softly to the males. You couldn’t make out what he was saying to them and instead focused on the two hybrids.

You instantly recognized the two hybrids: Jimin and Namjoon. The black haired cat hybrid was practically wrapped around the back of the tall, brown-haired dog hybrid. You couldn’t even see Jimin’s dark ears, no doubt laid flat enough to blend in with his hair, and his fluffy dark tail was flicking back and forth in clear agitation with the situation. The male he was clinging to was just as tense, his larger ears straight and rigid. He had one hand gripping hold of the cat’s arms around his neck.

“Jaebum, what’s going on?” Jackson asks the question you’re trying to piece together, catching the attention of the four standing further down the hallway as he approaches.

Jaebum, the staff member standing between the two parties, looks away from the two hybrids towards Jackson as he lowers his hands and gently gestures in the direction of the woman against the wall, “Miss Yeri had an appointment to meet Namjoon and Jimin today. Everything was fine until she expressed that she only wanted to adopt Jimin,” He gestures towards Jimin now, who vehemently shakes his head, “I told her that I would have to check with you before we made a decision and Jimin just freaked out.”

“You can’t separate us, please,” Jimin whines, tightening his arms around Namjoon’s neck in the process. Namjoon grunts at the tighter hold that the Birman cat hybrid grips him with, sliding his attention towards Jackson as he nears.

“No one is going to separate you two,” Jackson soothes as he nears the two hybrids, apparently ignoring the young woman by the wall at her soft noise of protest. “I promise, Jimin, we don’t do that here, okay?” He stops advancing towards the two when Namjoon shifts slightly in place, nostrils flaring as he leans forwards slightly towards Jackson, sniffing at him. Jimin makes a soft noise by his ear at the action, but follows the dog hybrid in also sniffing.

It takes only seconds for a pair of blue eyes and brown eyes to meet yours. You can’t help the small and nervous smile you offer, hand raising nervously with a wave. The last time you’d seen the two hybrids had been at least three weeks ago. You gulp as the humans turn to see what’s caught the two males’ attention.

“Y/N-,” Jackson starts, but his voice is drowned out by the cat hybrid.

“Y/N-ah!” The lithe cat hybrid detaches himself from Namjoon, easily darting past Jackson and the short woman before they can stop him. He quickly closed the distance, practically bowling you over when he reaches you and attaches himself to you.

“Jimin-,” You squeak at his tighter-than-necessary hold as he buries his face against the crook of your neck, stumbling slightly at his weight, eyes wide as you look over his shoulder at the audience down the hall. You reach up to loosely clasp your arms around the hybrid, feeling a little awkward at doing so. The humans are all wearing dumbfounded looks, not making any effort to stop Namjoon from slipping past them to follow Jimin to you. He doesn’t move hurriedly, but his longer strides cover the distance almost as quickly.

“I knew you’d come, I kept telling Joonie!” Jimin pulls back slightly to search your face, “You’re here for us, right?” He doesn’t hesitate to bury his face against your shoulder, the ears atop his head no longer flattened like they’d been before. Noises of contentment rumble from his chest as his cheek rubs against your shoulder.

“Yes, I planned on it,” You tell him truthfully, glancing over at Namjoon as the German Shepherd pauses beside you both, “But I’m not sure how easy that’s going to be.” If there was already a claim on them, you weren’t sure how things would proceed if you tried to fight it. You were certain you had a good case, but according to Amanda, the ownership rights to the two were no longer in your hands.

You had doubted whether or not the two would want to even go home with you, despite your sister’s wishes. You’d visited them enough over the years for them to be familiar with you, but you had never really been subjected to such affection, especially from Jimin. The dark-haired male with his brilliant blue eyes was a sweetheart, but his affection had mostly been reserved for your sister and Namjoon. To be smothered against the cat right now was quite shocking. Was he really happy to see you because of you, or because you were the last connection he had to your sister?

Your eyes desperately searched for Namjoon, silently begging the dog hybrid to help you. Namjoon’s lips twitched slightly at your expression before he reached out to slip an arm around Jimin and peel the male away from you, much to the male’s protesting whines at Namjoon. Just when you thought you were free from suffocating from affection, something soft wrapped around your wrist and tugged. Unprepared for the tugging, you stumbled sideways slightly, bumping into the two hybrids.

You chose to ignore the cheshire-like grin on Jimin’s face as the three staff members approached, followed hesitantly by the young woman, Yeri. She didn’t look too happy, if the stormy look on her face that she sent you was anything to go by.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jackson apologized immediately as he approached, eyebrows raised as he took note of Jimin’s tail wrapped around your wrist and your close proximity to the two; you could barely feel the brush of Namjoon’s chest at your back. “Jimin isn’t normally like this. He usually prefers to keep his affections to Namjoon,” Jackson indicated the German Shepherd behind you.

“It’s fine,” You assure him softly, meeting Jimin’s stare before quickly focusing back on Jackson, “Actually, I’m interested in Jimin and Namjoon,” It’s another nervous smile from you, a little uneasy with all the attention focused solely on you. Jimin’s tail tightens slightly on your wrist and you can feel Namjoon’s chest crowd slightly closer to your back. Obviously they can smell your distress with the situation. You do your best to relax and shove aside your nerves.

“What?” Jackson seems taken aback, “Are you sure? You’re a first time owner and handling two hybrids is a lot of work. You hadn’t had time to look at the other hybrids..”

“Yes, I’m sure. Actually, I have their paperwork right here with me.” You reach with your free hand to pull the folder with their papers from your purse and offer it towards Jackson, “Jimin and Namjoon belonged to my sister. She signed them over to me in the event of her death in her Will. I would have gotten them sooner, but the lawyer’s office didn’t contact me until recently.” You explained as quickly as you could as Jackson flipped open the folder to look over the papers within, “Your secretary, Amanda, told me that owners only have 72 hours to claim their hybrids when their brought to the shelter, but I wasn’t informed that I was their owner until literally an hour ago.”

Jackson hummed and nodded along as he listened, “The proper paperwork is here, but...we’ll have to discuss it with the Director and see how we proceed with this from here. The two have had several interested in them, including Miss Yeri.”

The mentioned woman straightens, “She can have the dog,” She says stiffly, sliding her attention from you to Jimin, who refuses to acknowledge her, head tucked under Namjoon’s chin, his ears camouflaged in his hair once more. “I’m only interested in the cat.”

You furrow your eyebrows at her balant disinterest in Namjoon, appalled that she thought she could separate the two. They’d been together since before your sister had adopted them, at least that’s what she told you, and despite the fact that cats and dogs were notorious for not getting along, the two surprisingly had very few spats. Jimin’s display of distress at the thought of being separated from Namjoon hadn’t seemed to make the woman change her mind; how many people had been interested in them, only to want one of them? Had Jimin or Namjoon been thrown into distress more than once since they’d been here?

Had your sister been here, you had no doubt she would be threatening to throw hands with Yeri. The mental image almost made you crack a smile. You, on the other hand, bit your tongue and said nothing. At least, for now. Where your sister was quick to anger, you had a much cooler head on your shoulders.

“Like I said before Miss Yeri, we don’t separate hybrids that are bonded.” Jackson repeats, not even looking towards the woman he’s speaking to, “Doing so causes untold stress on the hybrids and diminishes their quality of life.” He closes the folder and looks at you expectantly, “Let’s go to the director and get this sorted out, yeah? This is a bit too complicated for me to deal with.” He offers a smile before turning his attention to the two hybrids, “Namjoon, Jimin. Please let Jaebum return you to your room?”

“But-,” Jimin starts to protest, reaching out to loop through yours and tug you closer. You reach over to brush your fingers over his arm in an attempt to comfort him, frowning as he trembled against Namjoon.

“Jiminie,” Namjoon’s voice was low and soothing as he speaks for the first time since you’d come across the commotion, “It’s alright,” You glanced upwards to look at him, watching curiously as he rubbed his chin against the top of Jimin’s head, the cat still tucked against him. Namjoon reached out to gently disentangle Jimin’s arm from yours and carefully unwound the younger’s tail from your wrist. “C’mon, let’s go take a nap, okay?” Jimin whined at the loss of contact, but he slowly nodded, wrapping his arms and tail around Namjoon.

Jaebum took a step towards the two, but immediately froze at the rumbling growl from Namjoon. You didn’t have the heart to blame Namjoon; Jaebum hadn’t helped the situation earlier.

Namjoon gently pulled Jimin away from you, his tail brushing you as he passed, murmuring softly to the smaller male tucked against him as they moved slowly down the hallway, Jaebum cautiously following behind.

You watched them quietly before Jackson clearing his throat brought your attention to the three humans still standing in the hallway with you.

“Shall we?” Jackson asked, gesturing towards the door behind you that lead back to the social area. You nod slowly, stepping aside to let Jackson lead the way.

“I’m coming with as well,” You turn to look at Yeri with furrowed eyebrows as she immediately stomps past you to follow after Jackson. She’d been repeatedly denied her request, but apparently she was far from giving up. You had a feeling that she was more than willing to play dirty to get what she wanted.

Surely if what Jackson said was true, this Director would shut down her request to separate Namjoon and Jimin and send her on her way. You didn’t particularly feel comfortable with even the slightest possibility of Jimin going home with her. Perhaps she would be a better owner than she appeared to be, but could you really let Jimin go home with her if it came down to it?

No, you decided. Your sister would haunt your ass. Scratch that, she would become corporeal and kick your ass.

Straightening, you sent one last look down the hallway before turning and following after Jackson and Yeri.

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You were ready to throw hands at Yeri fifteen minutes into the meeting with the Director.

Calm thoughts. Margaritas on the beach. Warm towels fresh out of the dryer. That carton of Rocky Road ice cream waiting for you at home.

“Suri will just love him, Jimin can bond with her.”

God, she was still talking. You closed your eyes, chin propped on your hand as you sighed deeply for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. After your first dramatic sigh, Yeri had taken to promptly ignoring you, focusing solely on the woman sitting behind the desk in front of you both.

Mrs. Choi, the Director, didn’t seem quite impressed with Yeri either, but she had yet to tell the woman to shut up and leave. She remained quiet, aside from the initial introductions and a soft, “Our policy states that we don’t separate bonded hybrids” directed at Yeri once the woman had started in.

Of course, Yeri was either too stubborn or too daft to even care. She started to talk about her other hybrid, a ragdoll named Suri, and how well taken care of and loved Jimin would be once she adopted him. She had everything ready for a new hybrid and you had sworn her eyes got all teary-eyed when she explained how taken she was with Jimin at first sight.

You wanted to punch her. She kept going and going and going, and even now, she hadn’t taken the hint to close her mouth.

“I’ve owned Suri for five years and she’s been my only ever since. Jimin would be so perfect for her and gosh, the cute little kittens they’d-,”

Jerking upwards in the chair, you slammed your hand on the arm rest, startling the woman beside you enough to actually make her look over at you in shock.

Satisfied you had her attention now, you fixed her with a glare, “You are not separating Jimin from Namjoon. You saw how distressed he was at the mere thought of it, but apparently you don’t care. Are you really that heartless?”

Your sister would be so proud right now. “My sister adopted them together and that’s how they’re going to stay.”

Yeri stared at you, mouth agape for almost a minute before she seemed to get over her shock on your outburst, “Well, where’s your sister? If she cared about them so much, why are they here in the first place?”

“Because she’s dead. Murdered.” You’re surprised you keep your voice steady, although you can feel the fresh burn of tears in your eyes. Tilting your chin up slightly, you force yourself not to let the tears fall, “You’re not separating them. I won’t let you or anyone else. They’ve had enough grief since losing my sister, and I sure as hell am not going to subject them to more.”

“Ms. Chae,” Mrs. Choi’s soft voice filters into the silence that falls over the room and Yeri slowly turns to look at her, “The two hybrids in question will not be separated. Either you are willing to adopt them together or not at all. That is final.”

Yeri opens her mouth and closes it several times before she huffs and abruptly stands before stomping dramatically from the room, slamming the door closed behind her.

Good riddance.

“Ms. L/N,” Turning sharply back to the woman behind the desk, you straighten in place, “There has been another party that has shown interested in both Namjoon and Jimin. They have filled out the necessary paperwork this morning to begin the adoption proceedings for the two.”

You deflate almost instantly at her words, sitting heavily back against the backrest of the chair. That was it then? You had been too late by mere hours. “I...I see.”

“However,” Mrs. Choi continued, and you glanced up at her curiously, “Since this is..a unique situation, along with the fact that you know the two hybrids in question, we’ve decided to make an exception.”

“Really!?” You perch at the edge of the chair at the prospect.

“If you fill out the adoption paperwork today, we would like for you to come back tomorrow for an interview.” She smiled ever so slightly, “In cases where more than one party is interested in a hybrid, we conduct an interview with the parties and then have them to meet with the hybrid in question and see how they interact.” Mrs. Choi paused to gauge your reaction before she continued, “Ultimately, the decision is up to the hybrid, but the interview and paperwork does help us weed out the...less-than-desirable applicants. Is that alright with you?” She prompts gently, leaning forward in her chair.

You’re nodding almost immediately in answer, “That...that would be great!” Were you really doing this? There wasn’t even a guarantee that it would work out in your favor.

“Where can I fill out the paperwork?”

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solastia · 6 years

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The Dragon’s Lair | 1

Pairing: Dragon Hybrid Namjoon x Reader (The others will show up one by one)

Word Count: 3,141

Genre & Warnings: Hybrid au. Fantasy themes. This will have a little bit of everything. Lots of fluff, some angst, perhaps eventual smut. Mentions of physical abuse and possible other trauma or emotional issues in the future. Brief mentions of death but no MCD.

Notes: I’ve been ‘hoarding’ this in my drafts forever. It was literally only missing a paragraph. I’ve considered the idea of doing something for hybrids for a while, and I kept getting asked about it, so this is my attempt! I wanted to do something other than the ole’ cat and dog thing. Also, keep in mind that the plan for this fic to is write it in a way that I can keep adding to it for as long as I want to. I have no definite end in mind as of yet. I figured I’d release it to give you guys something to read while you wait for Faith.

Some days you praised Kwon Soonyoung for being the best friend and overall human being on the planet. Other days, you cursed the day you became friends. Today felt like it was going to be the latter.

“I really don’t know about this, Soonyoung. It just seems so wrong,” you grimaced as he pulled you along towards the grey-bricked and incredibly ridiculous building.

The Fairy Pawmother was one of the most popular businesses in town these days. And, in case the name didn’t give it away, was styled ostentatiously to look like a small castle. There were koi ponds instead of a moat and a cobbled walkway instead of a drawbridge, but it was painfully obvious the entire place with themed purposely. The two towers on either side of the building were actually a popular cafe and a Hybrid specialty shop that employed the adoptable hybrids themselves.

“You’re thinking about it the wrong way, that’s all. I mean, sure. It would be nice if they all had their freedom and people stopped treating hybrids like lesser beings. The law is easing up on them little by little every year, so maybe someday there will be hope. Until then, there are all these hybrids without anyone to care about them. They are all alone, no one to care whether they live or die.” Soonyoung sighed dramatically and wiped a nonexistent tear from his dry eyes.

“The guilt trip route? Ugh, fine,” you groan and follow him towards to entrance.

Soonyoung smiles gleefully, as he usually does when he convinces you to do what he wants. Which is quite often, sadly.

“Come on. You won’t regret having a hybrid of your own. Since your Grandma died, I worry about you. She was all the real family you had left. I know you have me, and I consider myself your family too, but you could do with more. Just remind yourself you’re saving them from someone that won’t feel about hybrids the way that you do. You’ll treat them good, whereas they could have gone to a sex fiend or something.”

“Who says sex fiend? Weirdo.”

“Your weirdo,” Soonyoung drapes himself across your back, squeezing softly.

“Disgusting. Get off me,” you kick your foot back, hitting the giggling Soonyoung lightly, but you can’t hide your soft smile fast enough before he catches it.

“This place is great too. They treat the hybrids well. They feed them properly, have good rooms and jobs if they want them. They even bring in teachers for homeschooling and stuff. It’s where I got Jihoonie.”

“My point exactly. Jihoon is a little brat.”

“A brat that you spoil as much as I do. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you suddenly have jugs of milk in your fridge when you hate milk. Or that you guys have movie marathons where he comes back so stuffed he doesn’t want to eat dinner. Or the fact that those headphones you claimed you won in a contest at work and gave to him were almost $3,000. And you forgot that I share your Amazon account.”

“Having a nosy best friend is the worst,” you grumble, looking around the lobby of the Hybrid shelter.

It looked bright and welcoming, with ivory painted walls covered in pictures of past adoptions and a lounge filled with plush crimson couches. There were several nice looking families waiting, presumably to pick up their new Hybrids, but Soonyoung pulled you away from there and towards the front counter.

The man at the counter was stunning, with beautiful dark eyes and pouty lips. When you couldn’t see any evidence of him being a Hybrid himself, you were almost disappointed. His eyes glimmered with mischief as he caught you checking him out, his gaze piercing you in a way that made you wonder if he could hear your thoughts. You blushed and looked away, glad for Soonyoung’s interference as he excitedly greeted the man.

“Heechul hyung! How are you?”

“Better, now that you’ve brought me something pretty to look at. Jihoon’s class doesn’t get out for another hour if you’re here to get him.”

“I know! I actually brought my friend Y/N here to look around. I think she’d give someone a great home,” Soonyoung pulls you forward, and you wave shyly.

“Allow me to introduce myself, then. I am Kim Heechul, the Fairy Pawmother himself,” he catches your cringe and laughs.

“I know, it’s a silly name. I wanted to just call it Heechul’s in sparkling lights, but my partner Leeteuk told me this isn’t a Casino so I couldn’t do that.”

“It’s not a casino. It’s not a real castle either, but that didn’t stop you. So don’t blame me,” a yell comes from the office behind Heechul.

“Are you getting mad already, babe?” Heechul turns and smirks at the door.

“I’m not mad!”

“You’re yelling.”

“Well, I’m mad now!”

Heechul giggles and turns back to you, observing you from head to toe with a thoughtful look.

“I don’t think a cat or dog will do for you.”

“If you’re about to suggest a hamster, I’ve already got one,” you smirk and jerk your thumb to point at Soonyoung, who huffs.

“That’s great! I totally see it.” Heechul laughs, slapping the counter a couple times.

He slowly sobers before rounding the counter and gesturing to the two of you to follow him down a spacious hallway.

“No, I mean something...a bit more challenging.”

As you follow him down the hallway, you look through the enormous windows that stretch all the way across, revealing what appeared to be common rooms on either side. You observed the Hybrids, pleased to note that they all looked healthy and happy. There were multiple televisions and game consoles for them to use, toys for the younger ones, plenty of comfortable lounge chairs. The walls were lined with bookshelves, most of them packed full of all types of genres, some used for organizing board games. All in all, it didn’t appear to be the type of shelter that you’d heard horror stories about.

“What do you do for a living, Y/N?” Heechul suddenly asks.

“I’m a graphic designer. I work freelance taking on commissions for various companies.”

“That’s good. That means you are at home a lot, right? Your hybrid will appreciate that. So you’re the artsy type?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” you laugh softly. “It’s mostly making promotional stuff. Ads and things like that. Pays well enough. I still try to draw and paint what I want on my own time, but I don’t get paid for that.”

Heechul nods, continuing on silently, but with that same thoughtful look on his face. Maybe he was trying to think of the right hybrid for you? That would explain the questioning, anyway.

“The halls for exotic breeds are right in here,” Heechul explains as he stops you in front of an elaborately carved door. “Normally, you’re only allowed to see the exotics if you’ve been thoroughly vetted. Most don’t even know they are here, because many of them are the only ones of their kind and we only want them to go to the right people. But I have a good feeling about you. Not to mention, any friend of Hamster's is a friend of mine.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you hyung?” Soonyoung sighs next to you.

“Not in a million years. Sorry, Hamster. Anyway, there is a class in session right now, and I thought we could sneak in there so you could look around. See if anyone catches your eye,” Heechul leads you to a room that had an open archway instead of a door. You could hear a deep voice rumbling above the rest, presumably the teacher as he was answering questions.

Heechul leads you into the classroom, and the three of you sit in the very back of the class. The room was set up like a small college classroom, with one long table and four seats at each one. The room was bright and covered in educational posters, most of them cheesy. There were probably fifteen hybrids here, most of them with no characteristics to tell you what they were.

When you finally glance at the podium, you feel like the breath has been knocked right out of you. The man standing there is so very tall, with a small waist and long, toned legs. His tan skin was practically glowing, his cheeks slightly flushed with excitement as he enthusiastically explained something to one of the hybrids. When he finished his explanation, he smiled, and you swear your heart stopped. His full lips alone could have caused that reaction, but the sweet grin was accompanied by two deep dimples on either side. You’d never understood the fascination with dimples, but you had to agree they added a touch of innocent appeal to his face, making the overall picture irresistible.

As you looked closer at the man, you realized he was a hybrid too. His eyes glowed a sparkling golden shade that would be impossible otherwise. He was, unfortunately, wearing a beanie so you couldn’t tell if he had any ears or something under there. His nails were different too. Either he painted his nails, or they were naturally a shimmering blend of silver and gold.

“Class dismissed! Don’t forget to do your reading, I’ll pop quiz someone at dinner,” the man smirked at the grumbling hybrids as he collected their things.

You watched the hybrids file past, curious what made them “exotic.” You couldn’t really see much that struck you as something that different. Just the occasional odd eye color or hair that could be brushed off as coloring if one didn’t know better. The golden-eyed man stayed at the front, writing something into his big notebook.

“Hi, I’m Yixing,” a handsome hybrid plopped into the seat next to you, smiling gently. He was so adorable you couldn’t help smiling back.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. And this is my friend Soonyoung.”

“Oh, we all know him. He’s old news,” he teases Soonyoung with a poke to his cheeks, and he tries to act offended, even if the effect is ruined by his giggle. The hybrid turns back to you. “Are you here to adopt?”

“It seems so.”

“That’s great! We exotics don’t get adopted out very often, but you look nice. I’m sure you’d take care of one of my friends very well.”

“Not you?”

“Yixing here is already adopted. His owner had to go to some conference thing for Doctors, so Yixing was staying with us until he comes back. Which will be tomorrow. I bet you’re excited to see your Baekyun again, huh?” Heechul grins at Yixing, who starts babbling excitedly.

“Yes! I hate when he goes on those trips. I miss him. At least I can come here and still take my classes and stuff, so I’m not lonely.”

“That’s nice of you guys to do that,” you quirk an eyebrow at Heechul in surprise. “Usually once a hybrid is adopted out, the shelter wipes their hands of them. Or so I understood.”

Heechul nods. “Most places, yeah, that’s probably true. But we let all the hybrids here know that they can always come back, no matter what. Even if it’s just for classes, or for respite care like Yixing here. This is a safe home for all.”

At least you knew you’d be adopting from a decent place, even if the idea of ‘owning’ something that was whatever percent of human they were made you feel uncomfortable.

“So, I don’t know if it’s rude of me to ask or not, but I can’t tell what kind of hybrid you are,” you ask hesitantly.

Yixing’s eyes shine mischievously as he grins.

“I see Heechul brought someone back here without telling them everything again. He did that to Baekhyun too. He loves to watch peoples faces as they discover the truth,” Yixing giggles as he and Heechul share a look.

“I’m a Unicorn.”

“Har Har,” you respond flatly.

Yixing winked before closing his eyes. A glittering pastel glow appeared around his forehead, and slowly what appeared to be a horn grew out of his forehead. The color of the horn reminded you of the inside of an abalone shell, truly beautiful and shining brightly with a myriad of colors. You blinked a couple of times in disbelief.

“And before you say anything, no, I’m not a Rhino,” Yixing laughed as he took in your befuddled stare.

“But...Unicorns aren’t real. They’re a myth,” you stammer, unable to take your gaze from the still shimmering horn that refuted that statement.

“Myths had to come from somewhere, didn’t they? In fact, most of our exotics could be considered “myths,” Heechul countered softly. “Hybrids themselves shouldn’t exist, according to science. And yet, here I am with a building full of them.”

“Does it...what is...um,” you floundered, trying to search for the way to ask about him without seeming rude.

“What does a Unicorn do? I have healing magic. I’m also able to emit a calm aura, which is probably why you’re not running out of here screaming about crazy people right now,” Yixing giggles.

You nod, unsure of how else to respond. It was a lot to take in. And you weren’t quite sure what to believe yet.

“So you thought I should adopt a mythical hybrid?” you mumble to Heechul, who merely nods and gestures towards the golden-eyed man who was still scribbling away at a desk.

“Not just any. I wanted you to meet Namjoon. He’s been here for a long time because I was waiting for the right person to care for him. I have a gut feeling that you’re the one,” Heechul explains.

“OH! Y/N would be perfect for Namjoon! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself!” Soonyoung squealed.

“Wait, if you know all of them and aren’t surprised by all this, is Jihoon an exotic?” you ask with a frown.

“Yup. He’s a Bakeneko. So, still technically a cat,” Soonyoung laughs. You make a mental note to remember to look that up later.

You couldn’t even imagine being the one to try to care for someone like Namjoon. Namjoon. You tried the name out in your mind a few times. It fit him. However, he was almost intimidatingly gorgeous and obviously smart, judging by the fact that he was in here teaching a class. What use would he have for you?

“What is he?” You ask, almost terrified to hear the answer.

“I’m a dragon,” a deep voice replied in front of you. You quickly meet Namjoon’s eyes as he grins reassuringly at you.

“Hello. I saw that Yixing had his horn out in front of someone new so I thought I’d see what was going on. I’m Namjoon.”

“Did you say a dragon?” you ask, unable to keep the shock and worry out of your voice. You realize your mistake when Namjoon’s face falls, and his easy-going grin was replaced with a polite smile.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don’t mind me. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m just learning that you all exist is all,” your laugh is a little self-deprecating, but Namjoon seems relieved.

“You’re very pretty.” Namjoon mumbles, a little blush growing on his cheeks as he studies you.

“Thank you, Namjoon,” you're flattered that someone as beautiful as him would think so.

“Are you here to pick someone up for adoption?” Namjoon asks as he pulls up a chair to the table and gets comfortable.

“Uh, yeah,” you blush from the intensity of his stare, his golden eyes flickering as he observes you.

Heechul is grinning as he watches the two of you interact.

“I brought her to meet you, dummy,” Heechul snorts.

Namjoon’s eyes widen in shock. “Me? You want to adopt me?”

If you’d had any doubts before, they were gone now. The way that his voice wobbled and his eyes filled like it was unbelievable that someone would want to adopt him broke your heart.

“If you’ll have me. I have a lot to learn, I think.”

Namjoon’s smile was so wide and bright, and he reached over to pull you into a hug.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” he mumbled into your neck. You squeezed him gently back then turned to Heechul.

“So what all do I have to do?”

“I can take care of all the boring paperwork myself. Why don’t you and Namjoon hang out for the day? Get to know each other. He can show you his room, so you have an idea how to decorate his. You probably have enough rooms in your Grandma’s house to even build him a studio.”

You stared at Heechul in shock.

“I never told you I inherited my Grandma’s house.”

“Whoops,” Heechul smirked, not concerned to be caught out in the least.

“You’re not quite an ordinary human either, are you? Are you a hybrid?”

“I’d be offended to be called an ordinary anything, sweetheart. Come along, Hamster. Let’s leave them to get acquainted.”

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Muse and Rev: A Future Rainy Day

So, here’s a story about my two shipkids, Reverie and Muse. This is actually a story that happens several years in the future from the references I posted; they’re about 14 in those and much older in this, probably 19-21. Don’t have much preface for this; I wrote this quickly just for fun. There might be a couple more Muse and Reverie stories in the short future.

Muse sighed as she opened the door to her small dorm room. She could still hear the rain beating against the building as she stripped off her raincoat and hung it up to dry. It had been a long week; pressure was gathering between her sockets in the beginnings of a headache. As she removed her shoes, placing them neatly next to the door, she heard a loud thumping coming from her window. A pounding that was distinctly different from the rain, more force and more concentrated; someone was knocking on her window.

Instantly, her hand flew to her hip, curling around the handle of her rapier. In a moment, the blade was drawn from its sheath and held at the ready as she turned to face the unknown. As she caught sight of who was knocking, however, she lowered it slowly before sheathing it again with a grumble of annoyance. Remarkably unconcerned with how close he came to the pointy end of a sword, her brother pushed his face against the window. He wore what she believed he thought was a cute look, and knocked again.

"Sis?" Reverie's voice was muffled by the pounding rain. "Can you open the window, please?" She pretended not to hear him, preferring instead to get her things in order. She could hear him knocking with increased fervour as she hung up her satchel and her coat.

"Sis? Earth to Muse? Please let me in, Sis! It's cold out here! SIS?"

She paid no acknowledgement to his cries as she went down the hall to her linen cupboard, grabbing her spare towels and returning with them to the front room. She spread the majority on the floor in front of her window and then lifted her hands to the latch. He was giving her sad eyes through the pane; he looked remarkably like a soaked puppy. She unlocked the window and Reverie came tumbling through in his usual fanfare of incoordination. She shut the window quickly behind him.

"What on Earth are you doing here?" She asked, turning to look at him. His clothes were completely soaked through. His wings were full of water, weighing them down; she was sure if she squeezed them, they'd release his body weight in water. "How did you even fly in this weather?"

"With a lot of effort." A quick glare from her stopped him from shaking himself out like a dog, and he shamefully accepted the towels she handed him. "You had to get a room on the fourth floor?"

"And if I had gotten a room on the ground floor, you would have complained every time it was sunny." She gave a huff of amusement and playfully chucked at towel at his face. He shrugged it off with a grin, taking the towel and beginning to dry himself. She started to kneel when she caught sight of something that made her pause.

"What is that?" Despite her not specifying, Reverie seemed to know instantly what she was talking about. His hand flew up to his cheek where a sloppy bandage was plastered, if it could even be called a bandage; it was literally a cotton ball taped to his face.

"Nothing much. Stray cat came in covered in mats. We had to get them off but she didn't take kindly to the shaver. She caught me in the face." Muse sighed and went to fetch her first aid kit from her bathroom. She gently peeled off the tape and inspected the wound. It wasn't big, certainly not as big as some others he'd previously had, but she cleaned and dressed it anyway. Besides, she could practically guarantee that, in the heat of the moment, her brother would have forgotten to disinfect the wound.

"Take your gloves off." He looked at her, puzzled, and she shook her head. "I know you, Rev, and I know that, for every wound on your face, there are at least ten on your hands. So take them off." He obeyed, and her suspicions were confirmed; his hands were covered in scratches and bite marks. Some were merely indents, others had drawn marrow. She began to clean these too.

"So, what brings you here in this weather?" She asked again, eyes firmly on his hands as she worked.

"I have something to tell you."

"And it couldn't be said over a phone call?"

"It could have. It's not really anything big. But..." He fidgeted, though she held his hands still. "It's been...a while, since we've seen each other. The thought of hearing you, but not seeing you, it..." He trailed off, but she understood what he was trying to say. They had been together every day for their entire lives, and now they were suddenly very separated. She didn't regret it and she doubted he did either; their separate interests had required separate schools. He needed a place that focused on animals and their care, and she needed a place that focused on psychology and the mind's workings. But that didn't mean there weren't times that the separation got to her. Twice now, she had woken up in the middle of the night and walked down the hall, intending to see her brother, only to be sharply reminded that she was no longer at JR castle and her brother wasn't right next door.

"What is your news?"

"I'm going to minor in business." She looked at him in surprise. She was almost done with his hands and hurried to finish.

"Are you sure that is wise? Will you be able to handle that workload?" He tugged his hands away from her, slipping the gloves back on.

"You have a minor in business." He sounded almost petulant and she couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"Yes, but I have an interest in business. You never have." She looked quizzically at him, trying to discern what had caused this change. "Besides, I'm not doing volunteer work on top of my major. I doubt you'd be willing to give up working at the shelter for studying business." He was quiet now, still and without his ever-present smile. She blinked; he was serious.

"I know. I know all of that. But I've been thinking about what I want to do, after all this. There are so many things needed to care for all creatures. Vets, shelters, zoos; breeding programs, conservation programs, re-homing programs. I want to do as much good as I can, so I want to do something kinda like Pops has done for people. Bring as many things together as possible under one roof, one organisation. And if I want it to work, then I'm going to have to know how to run it right." There was a fire in his eyes and Muse watched him, fascinated. It was so rare to see her flighty and fidgety brother so still and serious. "I know this changes a bunch of things, I already know I'm going to be studying for longer than I thought I was, but I've thought about this for a long while and I'm set on this."

"Have you told Father yet? Or-" She stopped as he shook his head.

"No, not yet. I'll tell them soon but, I wanted to tell you first. I wanted to see you first." She smiled and brought her brother into a hug. Her clothes dampened, but she paid little mind to them.

"I'm glad you told me first." They sat in silence for a bit before Muse spoke again. "Don't you have class tomorrow morning? How do you plan on getting back?" She felt him stiffen and could almost smell the panic that emanated off him. She rolled her eyes with amusement; typical Reverie, always running off without thinking ahead. Her smile turned into a grin as an idea came to her.

"Well, since you have to go back, I guess you’re just going to have to fly there." She felt him slacken in surprise, not immediately understanding what she was saying, and that was easily enough time for her to scoop him up under her arms and start lugging him towards the window. She felt him start struggling as he realised what was going to happen.

"Wait, wait, wait! Let's not be hasty here!" The rain had lessened but not gone away, and it was still undoubtedly cold out there. "Can't I at least use the door?"

"Nope." Admittedly, she was enjoying this perhaps too much. "You arrived through the window, you can leave by it." She felt him struggling but it did little to help him. He'd only started training with a weapon last year, while she had picked up her sword as soon as their parents would let her; she had over five years of building strength on him, and it certainly showed now. She opened the window and, with a great heave, forced him out. She wasn't completely heartless; she held onto him long enough for him to get his wings open and flapping before dropping him. She looked at him with great amusement when he rose to face her. Most of his feathers were ruffled and he was clearly not happy about getting wet again, even though the rain was now only a light drizzle. Meanwhile, she had nary a thread out of place, aside from a couple damp patches; for all the world, it seemed as though she'd done nothing more strenuous than lifting a pen.

"You're mean!" He whined. She laughed; it was a phrase in a tone of voice that she'd heard countless times throughout their childhood. It surprised her just how much she had missed it.

"Let me know when you tell Father and Papa!" Was all she said to him before closing the window again. She watched him huff and then fly away, heading back to his own home. And so, she bent down to pick up the towels and took them to the laundry. She had homework to do, after all.

#muse #Reverie #My characters #the two are dreamswap dreammare kids #just to remind people #twins too

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dookins · 6 years

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Hey all. I’m starting a GoFundMe page for Onion’s medical bills. The whole story is posted on the link here, but I’ll also put it under the cut just incase you may miss it some how...

THE STORY:

Hello. My name is Caitlin (Yoshi) Killough. Last week a devestating occurence happened to one of my fuzzy babies.

The victim of this story, is my ferret, Onion.

I have had him and his little sister Marshmellow for two years now. They mean the world to me. And I go out of my way to do/give them the best I can. Feeding them a balanced raw nutritious diet, making sure they have plenty of love, play time, and treats. And I try to have them roam outside of their cage as much as possible while supervising them. In that short amount of time, we've traveled from New Mexico, to New York, and now Oregon. They are my family, and I never will leave them behind.

Last week is when the horrible occurence took place. Onion was having problems going to bathroom that night. It was the first time I had noticed it, but just assumed he was consipated. I gave him some water (which he drank and played in) , and a tablespoon of pumpkin puree (which can be used for constipation in ferrets in small amounts). When I awoke the next morning, I knew something wasn't right. He was still attempting to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes. He was clearly straining from contracting his muscles all night. And he was very, very tired. I picked him up, and noticed how tight his belly seemed. He whimpered.

Immedeatley me and my fiance went to the closest vet...

It was 7:00am, so they had just opened. However they told me that no doctor had arrived yet. And worse yet they only saw cats and dogs. They referred me to another place nearby, but took 20 minutes to get to in traffic. DoveLewis Emergency Animal Hospital. We checked in quickly, but they deemed him stable enough for me to fill out paper work before they saw him. I told DVM Katherine Earl,

"I think there is a blockage of some kind."

The doctor performed a simple examination. She said that ferrets rarely ever become constipated. That the fullness seemed to be in his bladder. She told me they don't usually perform on ferrets, seeing as they were more experienced with cats and dogs, but graciously still offered further examination and possible treatment... with the cost of it being steep, and just as expensive. She was very kind and up front with me, as well as the women at the front desk giving me a large list of places that did specialize in ferrets. But just having that simple emergency examination and giving him some pain medication had cost me $139.69.

From there, my fiance had to leave for work, so I was forced to wait with Onion at the Animal Hospital for a Lyft ride.

We had to go to the next town over at Southwest Animal Hospital. At least there they speacialized in 'exotic' pets and pocket pets. After filling out a very detailed form, they took my Onion and begun the examination. After some X-rays, and my go ahead, the DVM Mark Burgess showed me what the issue was. It was a blockage of sorts, but in his bladder and urethrea. He had bladder stones. Large ones. And male ferrets apparently cannot pass them. His urine was literally being backed up into his bladder and was on the brink of bursting. The cause of these bladder stones?

Peas. After moving to Portland we were very tight on money, so I had decided to temporarily switch my ferrets to Marshall's Premium Ferret Food for awhile.

The doctor expressed to me how deathly they are, and how multiple petitions and customer complaints had gotten other company's to remove peas from their ingredient list. Apparently the largest company in ferret breeding and nutrition SOME HOW didn't get this memo. Thus I had been serving my poor babies a death sentance.

They had to do emergency surgery. The only grace I had received payment wise was that they miraculously had zero surgeries to perfrom that day due to multiple cancelations. Because of this they were able to wave the emergency fee (which apparently was also substantial). I had to pay a deposit before hand of a percentage. It cost $605. $382 of it was thankfully saved to be put towards the final cost of the surgery. After 2 hours of surgery, he was out. This is what they found:

These are the stones they extracted. The size of nerd candies. He had to stay over night for examination, and I got an unfortunate call from the doctor explaining how everything that could go inconvenient in the surgery, had. So... this raised the price.

I went back the next day to pick up my brave boy and bring him back home after paying the final bill. Of $1463.50.

They could not allow me a payment plan due to people lying and ducking out of their bills in the past. And I wasn't eligable for the veterinary payment card I had applied for. So without hesitation, I payed it all and depleted the entirity of my bank account. It has been 5 days since than. And Onion is in recovery mode.

He has 4 different medicines to take, and cannot hang out with his sister until his 18 sutures from the surgery are removed in the next on coming nine days.

He and his sister are needless to say on different ferret food perscribed by the doctor. Natural Gold Ferret Food. But as I've stated, we are completely broke after dropping a total of $2206.19. Not evening costing the amount of money I was not able to make due to missed work for these two days.

I don't want to ask for more money than I need. I just want to be able to live with my fiance and my two wonderful ferrets in pain-free peace. And now with the threat of losing my job, I cannot risk doing nothing.

THE REWARDS:

Like many of you I do my best to make an honest living for myself and my family. So I am prepaired to work to reward those who donate to our cause.

For those who submit $15 or over, they receive a free print of my sweet little Onion as a thank you. It will also be hand signed, and mailed right to your door.

For those willing to spend $50 or over, I will graciously do a thank you digital art commission of a bust of their own pet.

that, is the entirty of our story. I am potentially jobless by the middle of this month and would perfer to be able to support my family until than doing whatever I can. I do have a couple of potential interviews, but I need to cover every base I can think of. Having the funds to atleast recover from these medical bills will give me a chance to look for more work and be able to provide food and shelter for my family.

So please, share this with ferret lovers, pet sympathizers, Marshall haters, or just ANYONE and EVERYONE you can think of. Any support you can offer, even a dollar will go MILES in helping us. One dollar for us, is 30 loads of fresh clean ferret bedding!! So please don't consider even such a tiny amount as insignificant. Even your thoughts, and words are go so far. Just reblogging and sharing. Please, please share this story with those you love.

Thank your so much for listening to our story...

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blankdblank · 6 years

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Man of My Heart

Had an idea of The Durins assuming you have a lover just by a misunderstanding of your use of the title.

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Kurdûn - heart-man, literally, also “man of my heart” or “man with heart”

Âzyungâl - lover

Working at this dimly lit bank seemed to have mainly monetary benefits at first, at least until you met the Owner’s Grandson. Thorin Durin, impeccably dressed and dazzlingly untouchable, to anyone and everyone it seems. Head to toe in well tailored, practically painted on in more than a few occasions that caused more than a few distracted bruises drawing hushed gasps and squeaks from the injuries that were promptly withheld. Day by day you managed to keep your head down while others did their best to practice their Hobbittish in hopes of speaking with you more privately.

Moving from the Shire had been hard but the money was good and there was very little to be accomplished with an accounting degree, so off to Dwarf territory you went. Returning home to your surprisingly huge apartment for the small price it cost you, the ache you felt in the half bare shelves kept growing so you did something you were never allowed to do before. On a whim after a long day at work you paused on the walk home to stop in at the local pet shop.

True they only sold small rodents and lizards it stirred something in you, eyeing the rabbits affectionately you wavered as the memory of their kind being mainly silent and requiring a large clean up drove you from the cuddly creatures. But roaming the aisles your eye caught a familiar stern figure with a large bag of cat kibble on his shoulder with his other hand eyeing an adorably fuzzy teasing toy on a long string that did the impossible, it made the giant smile. Granted it was just a flinch of the corner of his mouth but still a smile none-the-less.

Turning to eye the wall of cat trees your hands swung behind you with one hand habitually clasping around the other wrist as one of your feet rocked on the toe of your heel behind the other as you pondered which a cat would find more enjoyable feeling a pair of eyes sliding over your back before suddenly leaving you. Turning back your suspicion was correct in that Thorin was gone, but still the thought lingered all through your walk home and soon through your lunches your eyes were glued to your phone investigating the differences between the breeds as you couldn’t help but wonder which breed belonged to the Stoic man. Short and speckled fur, long and poofy, hairless certainly would be out with the food he chose. Then the questions of snouts and temperament.

All this bringing creeping smiles to your face stirring a rippling curiosity through the bank. Lonely it had been for you yes, but for good reason. The Prince himself had claimed you and all his kin noticed and respected that, maintaining their distance waiting for your link to grow. But this change in you stirred a fledgling fear in each of them at who you might have fallen for that could possibly compete with the Prince you had not-so long ago joined the other countless women in fawning over him.

Had he been merely a lonely daydream, did he truly mean that little to you, was there possibly a chance to win you back?

All this had to be answered, and soon. So the youngest of his clan set out to do just that. Easing their way closer to you through the day claiming seats at your lunch table in the break rooms and fail miserably at gaining your attention with their suggestive conversations in hopes you might overhear and join in.

Today was the day. Pulled into your jeans and favorite sweater you made a daily trip to the pet store through the week to gain all the supplies you would need and now the final task. After searching online at breeds an ad for a shelter came into your attention and you joined the back of the line waiting after the line of children at the promotional adoption day. Waiting and listening to the children all voicing their hopes for the available choices, sideways gazing at you and your pleasant smile and quiet demeanor wondering why you wouldn’t bring the child you were obviously picking for to the shelter, assuming it must be a gift.

One by one they went in and left happily holding cardboard carriers with meows and slightly scared jostles with adoption papers being waved. Last in line as the workers had informed the few behind you that only dogs were left, their reluctant shift to return home left you timidly following inside to the last cage of the line with a wondering anxiety of what sort of cat had been left. No matter what you would not turn. No injury or impairment or heightened age would turn you away. Gladly you would welcome the creature into your home and bask lovingly in the company smothering it with every ounce of love and care you could muster. Next to the last cage you turned eyeing the seemingly empty cage the burly Dwarf with the poofy silver beard and long braided ponytail had pointed to.

Curiously glancing around inside it until the Dwarves’ thick finger reached out to flick the bell pinned to the gated door. Bringing a smile to your face as pink little circles under the white tiny paws of the impossibly small kitten reached out from under the blanket inside to reach out and flick at the bell in return making you giggle. Moving closer on your toes the Dwarf smirked knowing you’d already accepted the small creature causing him to reach out to unhook the gate causing the kitten to duck back inside its hiding spot as the Dwarf held the cardboard carrier and eased back the blanket adding it to the box and the small kitten after. “We aren’t sure why, but he hasn’t grown like his Sisters. Should be nearly full sized by now. Runts nearly always need more health attention as they age.”

You smiled accepting the barely nonexistent weight of the carrier as the kitten gave a pitiful crackling attempt at a meow then ducked back under his blanket before the Dwarf closed the lid and led you back to the desk where he gripped his pen to fill out all the information before asking, “Did you have a name for him already, you can always fill it in later.”

His eyes met yours noticing your smirk remembering the heart shaped white patch around his nose against his mostly black fur, “Kurdûn”

A smirk of his own slid on his face as he added the rune to the line and passed you the paper, “Fitting name. I do hope he sprouts for you and your Hobbit ways.”

You nodded readying to turn as you said, “I’ll keep you posted if you like.”

He nodded and wished you well watching as you eagerly bounced back home gaining curious glances until the Dwarves noticed the package you were holding, bringing their own smiles out brighter at the creature and its newfound loving home.

Back home finally you were stretched out along your stomach with feet crossed swinging in the air above you with the carrier open and on its side as you patiently waited for the kitten to exit its hiding place. With food and water to coax him your fingers poked under the blanket gently tapping the creature stroking the soft fur on what you assumed to be a foot as you softly repeated his name in a calm tone. Barely an hour in a small heart surrounded nose poked out with two green eyes that followed to sit and blink at you before inch by inch creeping out to try at the food.

Nibble by nibble the food was eaten as you softly spoke to little Kurdûn, gaining his confidence and trust before your hand was accepted for gentle and brief pets. But with the chime of your clock your chin was claimed as a hiding spot until the noise hushed and he crept out again leading to you giving him the tour. Granting him some exploring time as you had dinner yourself and found your way off to bed with your new friend curling up on your pillow against your forehead.

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Day by day your smile deepened and lingered urging the brothers on to learning what had brought them on. Passing through the break room after finishing your lunch you paused as a tall Dam curiously approached asking, “I have to ask, what has you so happy lately, some new âzyungâl?”

You smirked back, shaking your head you simply replied, “Kurdûn”

She smirked, “So it’s a secret admirer then?” as her friend asked in a love-struck tone, “Or unrequited?”

You simply smiled and said, “I have to get back.” Moving around them adding your lunchbox back to your cubby as the brothers that were listening in rose and went to report to their Uncle.

Glaring and scowling more than usual the Prince moved as smoothly through his normal habits trying not to focus on you without luck until once again his eyes had landed on you through your second sharing of stops in the pet shop. Eyeing your back his head turned away as an employee approached you asking in Hobbittish, “Did you need help with translations?”

You shook your head responding in Khuzdul, “I’m shopping for my Kurdûn.” Your finger pointed at the purple cans marked beef with grave, “I think he wants that one.” Smiling larger at him he nodded his head and turned away as you grabbed the beef and smiled at Thorin in passing and stopped causing his eyes to watch your dress to sway adorably around you when you turned.

“What sort of cat are you shopping for?”

You smiled taking a step closer as a Dam reached for something behind you, “Not certain of the breed. Shorthair, black and white. Yours?”

He swallowed dryly, “Black, poofy with big grey spot sort of looks like she’s wearing a coat. Big breed, got her from the shelter.”

Your smile grew, “Mine too.” You giggled nervously adding, “Not the coat part but the shelter. Though mine’s a runt so I got him as last in line but he’s perfect.”

Thorin’s mouth quirked up into a smile imagining you with the tiny creature as he walked with you to the registers as you did the same. Imagining its proud resting stance on his broad sturdy shoulders which honestly you wouldn’t mind being thrown over. Parting at the door the brief happiness your conversation had brought on stung just as deeply as it had when he heard you utter the sacred title.

What sort of man could it be to have brought you to such bliss? And how could you have such a love for a creature that didn’t belong to you? First it was his and now its yours, could it really be unrequited and your words muddled unable to separate your desires from the truth? Who could possibly not love you in return?

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Smiling softly you grabbed your lunchbox and claimed your seat feeling the familiar pair of blue eyes lingering on you from the Prince as you eased the lid open and gasped before closing the lid and rested your chin in your hand covering your mouth with your fingers. Narrowing his eyes Thorin moved forward as his Nephews took their seats across from you and turned as their Uncle stopped between them. Sternly asking, “Is everything alright Miss Pear?”

You looked up at him smiling and nodding as the Brothers eyed the box curiously until Fili asked, “What’s wrong with the box?”

Kili, “Did you forget your lunch?”

Your fingers curled to free your lips to say, “Just didn’t realized something was in it.”

Narrowing his eyes Thorin couldn’t help but ask, “Your âzyungâl sneak something in for you?”

You giggled softly as his fingers reached out to flick the lid open only to see the small kitten asleep on its back on your warm stew thermos stretching its back paws up flexing his toes as the lid swung open driving the three to smile and lean in closer, “He must have snuck in when I packed it.”

Thorin couldn’t help but chuckle reaching in to gently rub the side of his face drawing another stretch as he asked, “What’s his name?”

“Kurdûn” Their eyes met yours with stunned gazes drawing you to giggle as you tapped your nose, “Because of his nose.” Making them peer in again noticing the tilted heart pattern in his fur making them all smile larger and chuckle as Fili asked, “So you don’t have an âzyungâl then?”

You giggled again, “Who told you that? I just moved here, this is one of the longest conversations I’ve had with anyone since the move.”

Thorin smirked nearly purring out, “Grab your bag I’ll walk you home for lunch.”

You smirked hoping just once your ears wouldn’t redden to a blush as you said, “You don’t have to. It’s not far I can make it there and back in time.”

Thorin narrowed his eyes, “No one leaves without approval from management so either I go with you or he stays in the box all day. Like you said, it’s not far.”

You stood closing the lid carefully and watched as he collected his own before joining you for the short trip. Holding the same easy smirk as his Nephews beamed proudly at his own progress before they went to pass the news on to Dwalin who burst out into laughter at the trouble the kitten had caused.

Climbing the short staircase Thorin waited for you to unlock the door so he could open it for you. Then to follow you to the elevator and off to your door. Smiling at the quality of quarters you had managed before eyeing the spacious apartment as you walked in to shift the sleeping kitten onto his bed at the base of his cat tree you were sure he would grow into one day as Thorin sat at your dining room table.

Turning you raised the box sitting across from him enjoying the quiet lunch that soon grew warmer as he drew his phone showing a picture of his cat allowing you to flick through the few until you landed on one he forgot he’d taken. The pair of them in matching sweaters his Nephew Ori had knitted with small knitted hats to match with giant yarn tassles that drew loud laughs from you that burst from your unstoppable fit of giggles making his smile grow as he laughed in return stealing a glance at the picture again before offering, “Perhaps we should have a rescue play date sometime.”

Giving you a hopeful glance that grew to a beaming smile as you smirked back with a playful spark in your eyes replying, “Perhaps.”

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Saw this picture thought of Thorin.

Pt 2

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ghoulstars · 6 years

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im only posting this bc i desperately need to exorcise this thought somewhere bc it wont fucking leave me alone

those of you who know me personally or follow my instagram know about this but for those of you who dont: in a horrible turn of events, our plan to put down our geriatric yellow labrador retriever dixie was unfortunately and unexpectedly doubled today to having to put down our 3 year old engam bulldog, bean, as well

when we got him in mid december, 2015 he was barely out of puppyhood, we found him wandering around near the highway at our local gas station with a collar and no tag, trying to jump into two out-of-towner girls’ car. my stepdad intervened bc they couldnt take bean with them obviously, and brought him home instead.

we put up lost dog flyers everywhere all over our very small city, in an attempt to maybe see if someone would indeed come forward for their dog. we knew he wasnt just a stray because of his collar.

almost right off the bat, we were told by a woman who worked at the gas station that there was a man who lived in the trailer park just across the road, located behind the pancake diner. you can see it from the gas station parking lot. she told us that he had a lot of dogs that he typically kept chained up outside in poor conditions, and beat them regularly. to us? it seemed totally reasonable that that must’ve been where bean came from, given the fact he was a dog and we found him literally less than 50 feet away from where this fucking man lived.

no one came forward to claim bean. we kept those flyers up for months, we only put them up to begin with knowing he may have been thrown out by (or escaped from) this disgusting man just because there was the possibility that it wasn’t his dog, but someone else’s. as well as the potential for legal intervention if this fabled abuser found out we had technically stolen his dog (and full disclosure, fuck him for what he does, i hope all his dogs get stolen like they need to be, i myself was not fond of the idea of just giving the dog back to this creep if he was indeed the owner but i was only 16 at the time so there wasnt much i could do)

with no one claiming bean, after those months passed, we decided that he was ours now. flyers were taken down, we gave him his collar and nametag, to be real he’d already been named by us in the first few days we had him. he was going to be ours no matter what; my mother always told me its a rule that if you name a stray, and do it quick before anyone can object to keeping it, it’s yours now. that’s your pet, with it’s new name.

so we carried on with our lives, now having not just one dog, but two. it was a bit iffy with my stepfather keeping bean since we didnt technically need to manage two dogs at the time, but we still did it anyways because we loved him, the little bean man.

but here’s where my problem lies and this is why im writing this now: as time went on and we continued to have bean as our pet, some stuff about the original suggestion that he belonged to an abusive older man who lived in close proximity to where we found bean wasnt adding up

due to dixie’s failing body, she would sometimes lose control of her bowels inside the house, which was becoming unacceptable when she stayed in overnight. so, she stayed outside. she and bean bonded, so they stayed outside together too. (and for clarity here, i know what some of you might want to say, but we knew very early on that bulldogs do not do well with heat or isolation. we also know that dixie probably shouldve been put down years ago, but here’s the trouble: my stepfather would not let us euthanize her. she is his dog technically, and the thought hurt him so much that he would not agree to it for YEARS. dixie and bean were too attached to separate them for long periods of time like they would be if we kept bean inside mostly and her outside mostly; that would’ve been cruel in its own special way. we put pools out for bean and visited with both dogs for as much as we could outside, bathed them, put fans out for them in the summer. our only option to give bean the main love and care he needed was, and of course we had other reasons to do this, to put dixie down, which was where we thought we were finally going to be by tomorrow, but thats not what happened, as you can tell)

as to be expected, bean sometimes found his way inside, mostly by applying his american bulldog traits to memorizing when unfamiliar guests would come over and bolt in the house. he did this enough times and very recently we were letting him stay inside instead of taking him back out, and all of these experiences combined, we noticed something: bean was housebroken. he was out of practice with it, and did not know very well how to communicate that he needed to go outside to use the bathroom, but he did know what to do. he would run to the door if he had to go, not always making it, but still, he was housebroken. he only marked furniture once while inside, in his entire lifespan thus far. that was a red flag to us, but especially my mother, who realized this skill of beans directly contradicted the statement that he was probably kept outside, chained up, starved, and beaten by the trailer park guy. not to mention, bean came to us in nearly perfect condition to begin with, just skinny. no patches of fur gone, he was the opposite of skittish and aggressive, no bruises, nothing. just a loving, bouncy, stupid bulldog mix

this, im not sure if im correct about this, but it stands out enough to me that i feel its worth mentioning: bean is not a mutt of any kind, and his breed contradicts those types of breeds most people who abuse animals come to own; usually large breeds, breeds inaccurately known for aggression, and breeds used by abusers to make aggressive bc they know the fighting power of these dogs (pitbulls, american bulldogs, etc). bean is an engam bulldog (english/american mix), which is a very obscure mixed breed dog to begin with and especially obscure where i live, and as we all know english bulldogs are short, stout, fat little things that can basically do no harm whatsoever. they also have a history of inbreeding to look how they do. i know this man may have just seen ‘bulldog’ and snagged him thinking he’d be aggressive, but that does not sit right with me for two other reasons: bean’s conformation (body structure) and coloration. there is nothing about bean that suggests he was bred to be used for fighting, or that he’s a true mutt, or anything of the sort. his body type literally resembles that of show dogs, and his fur coloration is highly unusual because he’s blue. obviously not literally blue but the type of blue-grey you can find in animals, typically seen in cats. bean’s coloration is almost NEVER found in ANY breed of bulldog, it is INCREDIBLY rare that he looks like this. his condition in which we found him, his housebrokenness, his color and his body formation lead, in me and my family’s opinion, to an alternative opinion: he belonged to someone that got him because they wanted a dog as a pet, not to beat, and they either bred him themselves or bought him (probably from a pet store or breeder) for his color and conformation.

but why would they dump a dog this valuable? my mom said this to me earlier, sobbing after she returned from the vet today, and this is my whole reason for writing this insane fucking novel of a post: whoever dumped bean threw out a sick puppy, and on purpose.

bean hasnt been injured or contracted an unvaccinated illness or anything like that. he had been experiencing extreme stomach distension for the past month, whereas he was losing weight everywhere else on his body. he had also been vomiting. but he wasnt depressed, or lethargic. maybe his personality was a little off but not so much it was horribly noticeable, and at that, he was still eating regularly everyday. we came to the conclusion he had parasites, though ive always been terrified something more serious was going on (i dont get listened to though).

as it turns out, i was right. mom took him in today, the day before dixie was set to be put down, for his deworming pills. what she got instead was a diagnosis of possible lung cancer. his blood work was normal, which is unusual in animals with cancer, but he still had nodules on his lungs that highly resembled cancer. his heart was also severely enlarged due to heartworms, and his stomach was so distended because it was full of fluid and blood. they did send his blood off for labs, but even if his lungs were fine, he was going to die anyway (they got a second opinion from another practice and they also agree it was probably cancerous). he has a 15% survival rate for only the very first heartworm treatment, which will cost $500. nothing lives very long with an enlarged heart to begin with. we don’t have that money, and for a treatment that will definitely kill him? i dont even know why he has so much blood and fluid in his digestive tract. bean, a dog who is only 3 or 4 years old, has an enlarged heart, lung tumors and fluid/blood all in his abdomen. the vet was apparently stunned that a dog this young could have this many potentially (and one definitely) fatal health problem(s).

i now fully believe that whoever owned him before knew he had all these issues, or that he was going to develop them. i think it makes sense. i also think they’re cheap, cruel fucks who didnt want to shell out that much money to take care of him, or pay to take him to a shelter/sanctuary, and so what did they do? they did what many people these days very regularly do when their new pet has become undesirable: they fucking dumped him on the side of the road and booked it. took his nametag off and everything, to make him look like a stray. they left him for some well meaning, animal loving family like mine to find him, not know anything about these preexisting health issues, and assume he’s healthy enough; maybe just needs a few more vaccinations and a worm and flea treatment. he showed no signs of lung cancer or heart problems in all his life up until this past month, and he’s still so young. i will even go as far as to say that he himself may be severely inbred, which could be the cause of these health issues. given his specific posture and color, and that he’s a bulldog, it’d make sense. it seems like he came from some kind of breeder to begin with anyway.

so now that ive said that and got it all out of the way, i want to leave an open letter to the hypothetical cunt that did this to us and bean:

i hope god fucking strikes you down where you stand. i hope every single day of your miserable fucking life, you think about where he ended up, if he’s still alive, if anyone found him, if he ever got hit by a car or died alone of cancer and heart failure in a field somewhere. i hope you feel guilt for leaving him knowing he’d develop cancer and that he had heart worms, and knowing you did it BECAUSE of that. i hope you never fucking forget about the fact that you threw an INNOCENT LITTLE PUPPY out on the highway because you just didnt want to have anything to do with his illnesses, and i hope one day you find out what you did to us and this innocent little boy. he’s such a good fucking dog, he is so patient, kind, loving and gentle, and when he has bursts of energy to play he fucking goes, and now he has to die barely halfway through his lifespan because of your fucking negligence. he is laying outside on the porch right now, uncomfortable with fluids and blood backing up his intestines, coughing and huffing just to try and breathe. at the very least, if he were taken to the right shelter, he couldve been fucking cared for and given treatments to extend his life as much as possible, or at least given hospice care for however long he could live, which has now been shortened to 3 or 4 years. if you yourself knew this dog was inbred or you inbred him yourself, fuck you. i hope you get run over by a fucking truck. this breed can live from 12-16 years, that’s a LONG time for a dog like him, and you had to fucking ruin it all because of your own fucking preferences; you wanted the perfect dog. and you could’ve had him if you’d grown a fucking heart and actually gave a shit about animals beyond how they look aesthetically; as well, if you fucking actually gave a shit about your animals HEALTH and wanted to maintain it instead of apparently assuming he’d just be fine and healthy with all his vaccinations and that’d be the end of it. you do not deserve to own an animal if you dont even want to acknowledge it will sometimes need medical care, how fucking heartless are you? we never had enough money to take care of dixie’s failing health, and we always knew it’d be better to put her down, but my stepdad kept refusing. you had enough money to fucking breed or buy a blue show-quality engam bulldog and you still wouldnt fucking care for him after you found out what problems he had. fuck you. eat shit and die. i hope you never find peace from the guilt of knowing you fucking killed what became our dog because you’re selfish. my mother is physically sick with grief. i am physically sick with grief. i feel so bad that it’s as if i have the fucking flu. i was trying to talk with my mother about this situation earlier and i had to rush to leave because i felt like i was about to throw up if i didnt. everyone in this house has cried so much today it’s disgusting.

the only thing good about this is that bean came along for dixie when she needed him most, and became her helper and provider, giving her company and being a literal post to lean on for when she couldnt see where she was going. they’re going over the rainbow bridge tomorrow morning together, and in a way, this is probably the best outcome. at least bean wont have to grieve. dixie can see her old companion again (who died from a ruptured tumor in 2014) and bean can meet him, and they can all play and be together in that field in the sky.

my family will never have another dog again because of this pain this has caused us.

#personal #probably dont delete this #dont open this if youre sensitive to animal cruelty and death please #and vulgar descriptions of internal illness in dogs #and emetophobia #dont rb

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cowplant-pizza · 6 years

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This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities!

You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names.

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So please, if you’re interested in adopting one of these fuzzy friends pictured above, click Keep Reading to find out more about them all! (I apologise for the long post for those of you on mobile. This has been tagged as #long post if you’d like to hide it!)

Welcome to the grand opening of Cowplant-Pizza Adoption Centre! Here are our current residents profiles! (in order, left -> right)

Cats: Kittens:

Nougat - Talkative, Skittish, Fluffy - Mixed Breed

A little bundle of joy for your families! Nougat came to us a few weeks ago, alone and scared. She is very skittish and nervous of new people, but has shown a huge amount of affection once she gets comfortable with you. I recommend Nougat being the only Pet in the family until she regains her confidence!

Taco - Playful, Spoilt, Frisky - British Shorthair

This little dude is full of life! He is extremely playful and is always finding things to chase. He loves to run and hide, jump and climb. He might be a little bit of a handful, but Taco is a lovely addition to any family.

Lulu - Affectionate, Playful, Skittish - Mixed Breed

Lulu is a tiny little bundle of love. She wants constant cuddles and is always in the mood to play. She came to us through unfortunate circumstances, leaving her jumpy and nervous to loud noises and other cats. I recommend her being the only cat in the family.

Kia - Skittish, Curious, Frisky - Mixed Breed

Kia was the runt of a litter, so is very skittish when it comes to meeting new people. She dislikes being around peoples feet, so likes to sit up high (often on the fridge!) so she can watch the world go by from a safe spot! She loves to chase mice and investigate new smells.

Mr. Wiggles - Clever, Playful, Affectionate - Mixed Breed

Mr. Wiggles is the embodiment of your dream kitten. He is full of cuddles, play times and even learning tricks! He loves to learn new things, and will be your best friend for life. Be careful where you step, because he’ll always be somewhere close by!

Princess - Affectionate, Spoilt, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Princess acquired her name for a very good reason, because she acts like royalty. Don’t expect her to do anything you tell her to, because she wont! However, just because she’s a bit of a suborn kitty, doesn’t mean she has any less love to give.

Mojo - Glutton, Fluffy, Curious - Mixed Breed

Mojo is a big ball of fluffy cuddles. He loves nothing more than eating! After a big meal, he’ll curl up in your lap for a long nap. But not before long, he’ll either be off investigating a mouse hole, or begging for another bowl of food!

Luna - Clever, Playful, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Luna is a beautiful kitten with shining green eyes, however, she might not sit still long enough for you to admire her! She is a pocket rocket who loves to run, pounce, chase, catch and climb.

Dakota - Affectionate, Friendly, Playful - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of love and cuddles, Dakota is the perfect addition to any household, and a best friend for life. Make sure to get plenty of toys, because she will need them to keep occupied when she finally decides to stop pestering you for cuddles.

Adults:

Tom - Affectionate, Fluffy, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Tom has been in our care since he was a kitten due to his unusual looks and short tail. However, if you can look past his goofy crossed eyes, he is a best friend to anyone. He’s just waiting for the right person to come along and look past his features and to look into his heart.

Disco - Mischievous, Prowler, Aloof - Mixed Breed

Disco was found a few months ago hunting through our bins behind the shelter. We immediately fell in love with his unusual coat colours. We later found that he has traces of Raccoon in him! Who knows what his mother was up to! He is a very mischievous boy, who is always getting into trouble. But who could stay mad at that face? Not us!

Cinnamon - Spoilt, Lazy, Territorial - Mixed Breed

Cinnamon is definitely the Queen of the shelter. She is always bossing the other cats about, and even sometimes the staff! She loves long naps by the fire while being brushed or stroked.

Buzz - Aloof, Clever, Mischievous - Sphynx

Buzz is a little troublemaker. He’s always up to something! But don’t take this little bundle of joy as an idiot, because Buzz is the cleverest cat you will ever meet! And in between his plans to take over the world, there’s of course always time for a nap with his mum/dad.

Precious - Mischievous, Playful, Affectionate - Sphynx

Poor Precious came to us in a terrible state, and has been left sadly blinded through neglect. However she does not let this get to her, and is still on her way to being the criminal mastermind she has always dreamed of being!

Bobby - Fluffy, Lazy, Aloof - Siberian

Bobby is a fat, fluffy, lazy cat. You’ll often find him curled up in places where he really shouldn’t be, eg. washing baskets, beds, your favourite chair. But his favourite place of all is next to you.

Elders:

Magnus - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Magnus is an old chap who was found alone in a back garden. We are unsure of his history, but we can confidently say that he might be the friendliest stray ever if he has been alone his whole life.

Duchess - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - American Shorthair

Duchess is a beautiful cat left to our care after her owner sadly passed away last month. She is very lonely now, and has so much more love to give. Could you give this girl a home for the last few years of her life?

Dyno - Territorial, Prowler, Mischievous - Bombay Cat

Dyno is a grumpy old man in cat form. He hates younger cats and is very protective of his family and home. He loves to hunt birds and mice, and often seems a lot like a kitten.

Dogs: Puppies:

Cludo - Glutton, Playful, Hairy - Mixed Breed

This little chap is full of energy and full of food! We have never known a puppy eat so much and then want to play for hours straight afterwards. Cludo is very fluffy and loves a good snuggle.

Merlin - Playful, Hunter, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Merlin is one of those puppies that never sit still! He needs a very active household to take him on many adventurous and to many interesting places. He’s very eager to get out there and to meet the world with his companion!

Kodey - Adventurous, Active, Loyal - Mixed Breed

Kodey is a funny looking boy with a goofy personality. Perfect for an active owner, Kodey loves long walks and jogs through the forest, fields and beach! But don’t worry, he’ll never run off far, as Kodey will be by your side forever.

Paris - Clever, Friendly, Hunter - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of fur and cuddles, Paris is a loving dog looking for a loving home. She is always looking for hugs, kisses and play. She learns tricks very fast and will even go out hunting for you!

Speckles and Zoey - Active, Jumpy, Friendly. Clever, Playful, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Speckles and Zoey come as a pair. Twin puppies who were brought to us after an unwanted pregnancy. Speckles is very shy, but has lots of love to give. His confidence definitely shines when around his sister Zoey, who loves to play and run! These two are like chalk and cheese, but they are two peas in a pod.

King - Loyal, Couch Potato, Hairy - Tibetan Mastif

King is the biggest and goofiest puppy you will ever see. He is loving and loyal. However this might become a problem if he continues to think he’s a puppy and tries to lie on your lap every night...

Adults:

Maddie - Glutton, Playful, Sleuth - Great Pyrenees

Maddie is a huge bundle of love and joy fit for any family. She will smother you (literally) in love and play. But make sure to keep a bowl of food down at all times, because being that big means you have a big appetite!

Sadie - Clever, Playful, Hairy - Poodle

This girl is the most fashionable Poodle ever. Fit for a well dressed (or not) family, Sadie will bring you years of fun. Be sure to make use of her very clever mind too! This girl might win you a competition or a few!

Daisy - Playful, Stubborn, Vocal - Havanese

This tiny bundle of fun is quite the handful! I recommend an experienced owner in re homing Daisy. Once you have gotten used to her stubborn attitude, she’ll be your best friend.

Rosie - Loyal, Couch Potato, Glutton - Rottweiler

Rosie is a big, floppy doggy, who will love you more than anything. Well, maybe she loves naps a little bit more. Hmmm, or maybe her food... But she’s definitely full of love!

Penny - Clever, Loyal, Aggressive - Poodle

Penny has had a very troubled past, so needs to be the only pet in this family. She has a huge amount of love to give, but is very hesitant with strangers. She needs a lot of support and encouragement.

Boomer - Couch Potato, Glutton, Hunter - Mixed Breed

Boomer is another one of our blind residents. But don’t let that put you off this goofy bundle of love. His favourite thing in the world is to curl up with you after a long days hunting and eating, and eating some more.

Lilly - Glutton, Troublemaker, Vocal - Lhasa Aspo

Lilly might look small and cute, but she is definitely a lady who can stick up for herself! She loves to get up to no good when your backs turned (normally burring her head into the dog food bag!) And she’ll be certain to let you know when she’s hungry!

Gunner - Hairy, Active, Independant - Labradoodle

Gunner is a very active boy who needs a family to take him on lots of long walks in new and interesting places. He doesn’t need much love and cuddles, but still appreciates them non the less!

Spot - Friendly, Active, Stubborn - English Setter

Spot is another one of our dogs that has a lot of energy and needs lots of walks. Expect him to greet everyone he meets with a friendly lick and nudge of the nose. He loves attention, but isn’t too receptive to learning tricks.

Astrid - Clever, Vocal, Loyal - German Shepherd

An unusually coloured German Shepherd, Astrid makes it known that she is one special lady. She’s extremely clever and will make a brilliant companion to anyone willing to give her the time of day.

Elders:

Joey - Clever, Couch Potato, Loyal - Giant Schnauzer

Joey is an old boy. He has arrived at the Shelter due to his life time best friend passing away. He is full of love, but very lonely here. He obviously misses his owner very much, and we just can't possibly fill that hole. If you have space for a big furry bundle of joy in your life, please consider adopting an older dog. Joey would love a companion to love him for the rest of his days!

Balto - Active, Jumpy, Friendly - Mixed Breed

Balto, an old sledging dog, is looking for a family to spend his final years with, winding down after a life of activity and fun. Don’t let his old age fool you though, as this old guy still needs plenty of play and walks!

Sasha - Friendly, Couch Potato, Sleuth - Schnoodle

A Queen in her past life, Sasha loves nothing more than to be pampered by a nice warm fire, curled up next to you with the TV on in the background. This old girl doesn’t let age slow her down, and is still desperate to learn everything she can about the world before Grim comes to take her away!

#long post #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 cats and dogs #follower gift #500 followers!#ts4 adoption #cowplant-pizza adoptions

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my-catevolution-blog · 6 years

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Do Single Cats Get Lonely?

Let's cut to the chase because we all are familiar with the myths of cat being antisocial, easy going and low maintenance pets. However YES! cats do get lonely. Especially if you are working long hours and leave them alone for the most part of the day. If you are gone for more than a day than the probability is even higher.

Factors

Just like everything, there are certain factors that determine the extent of your feline friend’s loneliness or lack thereof. Cats are less social animals inherently because they are not pack animals like dogs or wolves but domestic cats adapt to their environment and are more sociable than their wild ancestors.Some may be social towards humans but not with other fellow felines, while some may be socially accepting of both. There are a number of variables involved but here’s how you can determine the likelihood of your furry friend being lonely.

Age

Age is a great factor when it comes to feline behaviour. The aloof behaviour does not kick in till the cat reaches adulthood, whereas kittens need constant reassurance, play and snuggles just like any baby. So, if you are the proud but tired owner of playful kitten, the chances of it being lonely are higher.

History

The way cats have been treated in the past and the time when they were separated from their litter also play a very important role in determining their personality type.

Cats that are separated too soon from their litter will tend to be more clingy and need more affection.

Shelter cats that have been maltreated are likely to be less sociable with humans as well as other animals.

The type of breed also determines the need for companionship, especially in purebred cats. Persian are more aloof and passive while siamese are very vocal and sociable.

The breed characteristics and individual history combine to produce the distinctive personality of your cat and determines what kind of a furry friend you are going to have. If your cat is attached to you and follows you around than they are definitely going to notice your absence.

The Gender MYTH

You may be surprised to know this but no, gender is not a factor in determining whether a cat gets lonely or not. Like most facts about felines this too is a myth.

How to Tell

It is important be aware of the factors that influence the personality and the possible loneliness of your cat, however you do not have to do all the hard work. If a cat is lonely, depressed or anxious it will generally tell you loud (literally!) and clear.

Excessive Vocalization

Some cats are already pretty vocal about everything however if you notice excessive meowing that is not normal than pay heed. Because just like a crying baby your fur baby is also asking for attention.

Change in Behaviour

Any changes in behaviour like eating habits, sluggishness or hiding is a sign that something is up with your kitty. The initial thought is a health concern which must be ruled out by a visit to a vet. However a clean bill of health and odd behaviour combined are the textbook symptoms of anxious behaviour.

Destruction

You left the house for work and returned to a house that looks like a set from a action movie! The culprit? Your four legged furry friend that destroyed everything it could get its paws on. This act of mass destruction is a cry for attention and instead of punishing your kitty cats you should make sure to spend quality time with them while also ascertaining the presence of ample stimuli when you cannot be around.

Excessive Grooming

Cats are naturally clean creatures that are quite fussy about their luxurious fur however if you notice that things are getting a bit over the top where grooming is concerned; IT IS NOT NORMAL! Specially if your fur baby is pulling out its fur or injuring itself in the process. This is a clear sign of anxiety and stress that is projected via over grooming.

Remedies

Of course you love your cats and want to keep them happy and healthy but you cannot do anything about your work hours. Here’s what you can do.

More TOYS!

Just like your kids; even a store full of toys is not enough if your cat is alone for most of the day and showing signs of anxiety. The more stimulated and occupied they are the better. Cat Evolution has a range of stylish and on-trend cat trees that will keep your cat happy and busy.

Cat Sitter

Leaving a cat alone for days and nights is a very bad idea. If you are going somewhere for more than a day, hire a cat sitter or call in a favor to a friend. They do not have to be there full time but changing the water, feeding the cats and cleaning the litter box is a must. Spending some time playing with the cats is an added plus which will keep them engaged making them less likely to fall privy to depression. You can also make the task of substitute parent easier with some automatic help for feeding, water and litter box. Cat Evolution has some great solutions to help you with covering long hours away.

Your Scent

Leaving a shirt or sweater out with your scent is also a good way to keep your furry friend assured that you have not completely forsaken them. Cats bond through scents and having a shirt that smells like your hooman (😉 even humans enjoy that) is reassuring.

Radio TV with Cat Videos

Leave the TV or radio on, background noise will maintain the illusion of presence in the house and keep your feline calm. It can also be a source of entertainment for your kitty if you can leave on a cat video. Youtube has an endless supply!

Another Cat!

Well, you know the entire thing was building up to this! If you can afford it and think that your cat will be welcoming to another fur ball than getting a second cat is the best thing you can do.

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Pet headcanons

Just some various pet headcanons for various teams. Very long post. Tried to get all teams and characters in this :D

- The All Stars have various pets, all with their families. Dogs and cats that are greatly missed when they are travelling. When Micheal gets to go home his favourite pass time is playing fetch, and with his dogs they never get bored. Even the old one likes to plod along, tail wagging and tongue hanging out as it tries to keep up with the younger dogs. Emily is allergic to most animals with fur so has a bearded dragon that she adores. Many of her Instagram posts are of this cutie. She plans to get more reptilian type pets in the future but right now she has her hands full with the one little dragon and her work. Eddy would have a cat, but it’s not really his but his mothers. He adores it all the same and spoils it just as much as she does. Often wakes up with it sleeping in his chest because it has missed him while he was traveling. Steve would be a dog man. That I’m sure of. A large breed of some sort that spends its time sleeping in the same bed as Steve. When Steve broke his leg, the dog never left his side. Rick has no pets. It’s not something he thought about getting much until he got to know the rest of his team. He loves Micheal’s and Steve’s dogs. So much so he carries secret treats in his launcher pouch in case he gets to see them that day.

- The White Tigers I can’t see having many pets. Mariah would have a cat, obviously, but apart from that, they have no others. I can see the team enjoying helping the local wildlife and farmers who live around their village. Living in harmony, so to speak, with nature. But with their daily duties and travelling a pet is not something they would be able to have.

- BBA Revolutions are a mixed bunch when it comes to pets. Takao has nothing and he hates it. He would love a dog or a lizard. Something cool and fun but his Grandfather says no. A lizard is too difficult and weird, a dog will scratch up the dojo flooring. They end up with a cat eventually. A black one that stares down from high places and judges. Max would have a dog! A happy, hyper puppy that follows at his heel every chance it gets. The pup lives in America with Judy and Micheal often takes it for walks when he knows Max is in Japan and Judy is busy working. Kai says he owns no pets. The hoard of street cats begs to differ. He is rather notorious for turning up with a sick kitten or two and then leaving it with whoever so they can care for it while he’s out of the country. Rei is just like the White Tigers but he has no desire for pets until he settles down. Probably get some sort of cute cat when he finally does. Something he got from Kai.

- The Majestics are rich so have fancy pets. Barely have to care for them, just enjoy the fun parts of being a pet owner. The cuddles and pets. Robert would have two large dogs. Well trained and used to ‘protect the castle’ since the old traps are considered inhumane by the local government and they have had to be disabled. Either way, Robert is pleased with his dogs. Pure breeds and loyal. They follow him around his castle and act just as regal as he does. Johnny would have dogs too but they are far more playful than Robert’s. He never has less than 4 simply because he has no impulse control and needs to rehome abandoned dogs. All of his puppies are from shelters and he never has a clue what breed they are. He wouldn’t want it any other way. Oliver would have a pretty little horse. White and elegant and very much how he likes to imagine his bitbeast would look if it was an animal. He rides it pretty well too but doesn’t get to often. Enrique has no pets. He’s never been one for such things but has in the past gifted expensive creatures to his latest crush. A dachshund here, a Siamese cat there. Whatever is desired he buys.

- The Blitzkrieg boys have several pets in their house. The most are small and live in Ivan’s room. A tarantula and other such creepy crawlies. A Western Hognose Snake too. He wants something larger but knows he can’t. He needs a bigger room. Yuriy has a dog. A mutt of several breeds, about average size. Brought home from an adoption centre after being there for a few years. It hardly ever leaves Yuriy’s side and Yuriy wouldn’t have it any other way. And lastly, two cats. Brought to them by Kai when he was visiting. Found them weak and starving on the streets when he was out training one night. As they grew strong they became a part of the Blitzkrieg household, even if Boris doesn’t like cats. Shame the cats don’t know and love to be all over him. It’s the fur, Yuriy says. They think Boris is their mother. Such tauntings just make Boris snarl and huff and try to ignore the furballs more. They love him regardless and snuggle up to him when the days are cold. Sergei has fish. Sergei likes his fish. They are literally the only thing in the house that doesn’t cause him stress.

- The Saint Shields have no pets. Duty comes first. When that is done and they have passed their responsibilities on I could see them getting some pets. A companion to enjoy cosy evenings with. Ozuma would have a cat at least. Their aloof and independent nature would be his kind of thing. Something too in his face would make him annoyed.

- The Psychics travel far too much to have pets but often help in shelters when they have the time. Can see this team being big into charity and working in all different kinds of countries while on their travels.

- F Dynasty have no pets. Traveling with the circus would make it too difficult. Julia does crave a cat though.

- Bathez Battalion have no pets at all. Mathilda does want a hedgehog but doesn’t feel she’s in a good place to have one yet. She wants to be able to spoil the creature when she gets it. Claude is allergic to most types of fur but he’d love some sort of bird. Something to talk and sing with. Miguel and Aaron want dogs and plan to try and get something Claude can’t get allergic from so their friend can visit and not get sick.

- The Justice 5 are pretty mixed too. Brooklyn loves animals far too much to keep any. He’d worry about them and the care they would need. Obsess a little too much at times. Stresses him out so he settles for feeding wild birds and other creatures. Garland has a large family and as a result, they all have a lot of pets. Mostly dogs, Garland having his own, but there are a few cats too. The Siebald clan like to babysit each other's pets if needed. If someone is touring for their sport, or needing to train in a foreign country then a sibling will step in. As a result, Garland often has his dog plus an extra fuzzball. Mystel has no pets. A guy like him wouldn’t be able too. Ming-Ming has three Guinea pigs. She adores them all and spoils them to high heaven. They pretty much have free run of her bedroom. Moses has no pets. Caring for his sister takes all his time and he worries a pet might make her sicker due to fur and mess. When Monica is well though he has promised her a kitten. Most likely will come from Kai. He is the cat dealer after all.

#beyblade #headcanons

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Puppy Dog Eyes (Shance Secret Santa)

Hi @strawberrylovely! I’m your @shancesecretsanta! I took your request for fluff literally, I hope you enjoy- and happy holidays!

Read on AO3 here.

Shiro liked animals well enough. There were undeniable therapeutic benefits to owning a pet, many species were adorable, and they didn’t ask invasive questions like “how’d you get that scar on your nose?” or “why is your arm metal?” He’d probably have gotten a pet sooner if he wasn’t busy at the Garrison all the time.

Lance, on the other hand, adored creatures of all kinds. He constantly talked about the golden lab his family had when he grew up. He cooed and stopped to pet every dog they passed on the street. The “subtle” hints he was dropping about visiting the local shelter were getting more passive-aggressive by the day.

“You’re gone all day, Shiro, and I work from home, and I get lonely,” Lance moped, laying his head in Shiro’s lap. His lower lip shook, and the words “puppy dog eyes” were never more apropos.

Which is why he found himself being dragged along by his boyfriend through the local shelter, browsing the dogs up for adoption.

Personally, Shiro would’ve gone for a cat- much less maintenance. Sadly, Lance had skipped the felines entirely, opting to scour the selection of canines. “Aww, look at this one! Who’s a good boy?” Lance laughed as a large Samoyed lumbered over and licked his chin. “Who’s a good, fluffy boy?”

Shiro smiled and knelt to let the dog sniff his flesh hand. A pink tongue snuck out and lapped at his knuckles, earning a chuckle. “He’s friendly, I’ll give him that. But a dog this size wouldn’t do too well in an apartment,” he said. “You’d need a nice, big yard to run around in, wouldn’t you?” Shiro scratched the dog’s neck.

Lance sighed. “Yeah, you’re right… I’m sorry, buddy. Maybe some other ti- SHIRO, LOOK!” He jumped up and pointed to another cage. Inside was a small mix breed with black and tan fur and bright blue eyes. But what struck Shiro was the left back paw- or lack thereof. The pup was missing a limb, just like him.

“Her name is Molly, she’s a one-and-a-half-year-old Corgi-Beagle mix,” Lance read from the placard by her cage. “Apparently, she lost her limb in some sort of accident.”

“Hmm, something I can sympathize with,” Shiro said to himself.

A worker came over and clapped her hands when she noticed the mutual interest between Molly and Lance. “She’s a feisty one,” she warned, unlocking the cage to let Lance in. “Either she adores you or tolerates you, no in between. But it seems you don’t have to worry about that, do you?” Molly was already snuggling up to Lance, burrowing in his lap. “Now, her breed is pretty active, and would need both physical and mental stimulation. That said, she would be just fine in an apartment.”

“Shiro, pleaseeeeeeee? I promise to take her on walks, and feed her, and make sure she doesn’t poop in the house!!” Lance pleaded.

Shiro scratched the back of his neck and grimaced. “Don’t beg like a little kid, Lance,” he muttered, “it’s awkward.” Lance’s look of want and affection didn’t waver, though. “Well… let me see how she reacts to me, first.” He bent and stuck his hands out towards Molly. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. “I just want you to get to know me.”

Hesitantly, Molly left Lance’s lap and padded over to Shiro. She sniffed his fingers, human and metal, and took a nibble of the prosthetic. She regarded him with a gaze that Shiro could only describe as “distaste.”

“Looks like she likes you, too!” Lance chirped gleefully.

Inwardly, Shiro groaned. This wasn’t going to end well for him, was it.

. . .

He was right. It didn’t go well for him.

True to the volunteer’s words, Molly was extremely affectionate towards Lance and downright distrustful of Shiro, constantly shielding him from the former. It would be laughable, having such a tiny and crippled dog act as a guard, if it wasn’t for the fact Shiro couldn’t spend time with his boyfriend.

“Molly, please move.”

Lance shrugged. “Good luck, babe. She’s been stuck to me all day.”

Shiro bent down and looked Molly straight in the eyes. “Molly, I’ve asked you nicely. I’ll do it again, but then I will move you by force. Please move,” he said sharply.

Molly stood, took one step to the left, and sat back down. Shiro grabbed at his hair in frustration and Lance burst out into laughter. “Oh- oh my God, she has a sense of humor, I love her,” he sputtered between chuckles.

“Yeah, a real comedian. Molly, c’mon, I’ve had a long day and I just wanna snuggle with Lance.” She blinked a few times before resting her head on Lance’s knee, baring one tooth towards Shiro.

They did eventually get her to move- using a bribe of peanut butter, but the glare Molly gave Shiro every time he reached over to hug or kiss Lance was burned into his mind by the time he fell asleep.

. . .

She kept giving him that glare. Whenever he kissed Lance on the forehead, or rubbed his back, or even looked in his general direction. Molly would let out a low growl and plop herself on Lance’s feet, trapping him. Lance found it horribly endearing, for some reason. Was he really that oblivious?

“She’s just protective of her papa, aren’t you, baby girl?” he said, rubbing her stomach. “Protects her papa just like her daddy protects him!”

“Lance, I’m fairly certain Molly would be mortified to have me as a father,” Shiro said, pinching his nose and exhaling.

Lance snorted. “Yeah, anybody would, babe. You’re not even a real father yet and you still make all the shitty dad jokes.”

“I- but- what does that- you love my jokes!” he protested, face flushing crimson. Lance snickered and pressed his lips to Shiro’s cheek. “Just- ugh, get going before you miss your appointment. Good luck, sweetheart.”

Lance grabbed his keys from the armchair and beamed back at him. “Alright, you two get along while I’m gone, I’ll be back in a couple of hours!” The sound of the door shutting echoed across the apartment.

Shiro sighed and went to grab the jacket laying across the couch. “He forgot his coat again… one of these days, it’s gonna cost that man.” But before he could take it, Molly jumped up and burrowed herself in the fabric. “Wa- Molly, you’re not allowed on the furniture without permission! Get down right now!”

She didn’t budge, instead rolling her gums up to reveal her canines. Shiro repressed a gulp. “Molly. I need to hang up Lance’s coat. Please get off the couch,” he tried, keeping his voice calm and level. No movement. Shiro snatched the arm dangling off the side and tugged. “If you don’t move, I will pull you down with the coat and it will hurt. You have to the count of three. One.”

She lifted her leg and started grooming herself. Shiro dug his heels into the rug.

“Two.”

Molly yawned.

“Two and a half- and if this jacket gets ruined, Lance is going to be so pissed at you- three!” Just as the word left his mouth, Molly rolled across the couch, leaving the leather coat to be yanked by Shiro’s full momentum. He tumbled backwards, banging his head against the floor. He groaned, reaching his prosthetic arm to his head. “Ow…”

Molly limped over and eyed him carefully before barking twice. If Shiro didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was laughing at him.

. . .

Forgetting his coat, oddly enough, did have consequences for Lance.

“I’m sorry, Shiro,” Lance coughed, burrowing deeper into the blankets. Shiro sighed. “I’ll remember my jacket next time, I promise.”

“You’ve said that at least a dozen times so far, hun,” Shiro reprimanded him, grabbing Lance’s glass to refill it. “It would be nice if you would actually stick to your words.”

Lance sneezed before shrugging. “Maybe getting sick will make me remember?”

“I hope so, Lance.”

Shiro walked briskly to the kitchen and filled the cup with water, carefully adding three ice cubes (just the way Lance liked it). By the time he’s returned, Molly had curled up next to Lance. Shiro exhaled through his nose as he sets the glass back down. “Molly, please move. I need to take Lance’s temperature to see if it’s gone down.”

She didn’t, of course. Shiro wasn’t sure why he even bothered. “Lance-”

“Molly, you gotta move, this is important,” Lance said, nudging her lightly with his arm. She growled and bared her teeth. “Molly!” he chastised. There was no response from the dog. “Why are you so mean to Shiro? He’s just as much your owner as I am!”

“I’m not so sure that’s true, sweetheart, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Shiro knelt beside the bed and reached for Lance’s hand to squeeze it. Their fingertips just managed to touch when Molly snapped and tried to dig into the flesh. Fortunately, with reflexes honed from life in the military, Shiro withdrew just before blood was drawn. “ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT!” He stood up, back straight, towering over the tiny dog. “Molly, I understand that you are protective of Lance. But you have to understand that so am I. We love each other dearly, so when you try to attack me for being near him, you’re hurting both of us. Is that what you want?”

Lance gasped a tiny bit, eyes shining. “Babe…”

Shiro knew that the words likely meant little to Molly, if she could even comprehend them, but it was no matter. He needed to get this out in the open. “Molly, we have a lot in common. We were both injured dramatically, which resulted in lost limbs. We both love lounging on the couch on Sunday morning. There’s a shared fondness for bacon, and sunny days, and walks in the park. But most of all, we have our love for Lance. So please, at least try to get along with me. For his sake,” he finished, voice dropping.

For a solid minute, the apartment was quiet. Only Lance’s coughs punctuated the silence. And then, Molly stood, waddled over to Shiro, and licked his hand.

“M-Molly?” Lance croaked, struggling to sit up. Molly glanced back at him before pawing at Shiro. “I… I think she wants you to pet her, babe.”

Gingerly, Shiro reached out his flesh hand and stroked the fur on Molly’s head. She let out a low mumble of contentment, wagging her tail all the while. “Was that all it took?” Shiro asked, mostly to himself. “Me losing my temper?”

“I think it was you declaring your love for me,” Lance joked, rolling over in bed to join them. “C’mon, I wanna snuggle the two people who love me most in the world!”

“Lance- Lance, you’re still sick- I’m not going to kiss you while you have a runny nose-” Shiro’s protest were lost in a whirlwind of joyful barks and giggles.

. . .

Three months later, and it was Lance’s turn to complain.

“But babe, I’m the one who saw her first! I should be the one to attach her prosthetic!” he whined, lower lip quivering.

Molly barked and Shiro nodded sagely. “We came to an agreement, Lance,” he said sternly. “It’s only right that I, the one without an arm, would be the one to attach it. After all, you did say that’s why we matched.”

“Yeah, but that was back when she hated you-”

Shiro and the vet sealed the clasp as Lance spoke, and Molly bounced off the table to run in circles properly for the first time. Lance tried to protest, but Shiro ignored it and focused on their dog, finally enjoying life with all four limbs. Maybe Lance did have a point, not that Shiro would ever admit it.

But he could withstand puppy dog eyes a lot better now.

#noodle writes #shance secret santa #shance #shance secret santa 2017 #strawberrylovely #voltron #voltron fanfic #vld shiro #vld lance #voltron: legendary defender

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reeleev · 6 years

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Happy Anniverthary - KiHo

Summary: Kihyun’s always wanted a dog, Hoseok knows that. However, Kihyun’s always said they just don’t have the resources to take care of another living thing. So, when Hoseok gets an unexpected raise at work, there’s only one thing he can think of to spend it on.

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Done to fulfill a request on the MX Fic Req Forum~!

Kihyun practically jumps in between the different groups of puppies yapping in the noisy pet store. He coos at all the different canines looking to them with bright, hopeful gazes, keeping his hands out of the bins with obvious effort. Hoseok smiles adoringly at his fiancé, following at his heel. Frankly, Hoseok couldn’t care less about dogs, as he’s always been more of a cat person, but Kihyun absolutely loves dogs. So, here they are, window-shopping for that perfect pup yet again.

It’s one of their favorite things to do on their rare days off, to go look at puppies. Kihyun’s always wanted a dog. Or, at least, he’s wanted one for as long as Hoseok has known him. Sadly, though, they’ve never had the funds or time to get one. Kihyun always says that he’d much rather just wait till they’re old and retired to have one, as then he’d definitely have the time to care for it. Besides, he always likes to add teasingly, Hoseok is enough of a handful as is, so there really isn’t room for a puppy.

After going through the entire store three times over, Kihyun heaves a long sigh and allows himself to be led from the cheerful yips. His bright smile falters, and Hoseok can’t help but feel guilty. Even if it isn’t his fault that they can’t get a dog, he feels somewhat responsible. After all, isn’t it his job to make Kihyun happy? If so, he feels he’s doing a pretty bad job…

“What do you want for dinner tonight, hyung?” Kihyun asks, his tone sweet and renewed as he snuggles close to Hoseok’s side. Despite the nearness of springtime, there’s still a chill in the air that nips at the tips of their noses and ears. Hoseok hums, slipping an arm around Kihyun’s waist to keep him near.

“I’d love some ramyeon,” Hoseok answers honestly, unable to keep from chuckling at Kihyun’s disapproving sigh.

“You’ve already eaten that three times this week,” Kihyun argues, shaking his head. “You need real food, hyung.” He pauses then, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “How about chicken? I can grill it with some teriyaki sauce, and we can have rice, soup, carrots, and asparagus with it.” Hoseok hums, leaning to kiss the top of Kihyun’s ashy brown hair.

“Sounds delicious~” he relents easily, eager to eat anything Kihyun cooks. Kihyun hums as well, glancing around at their surroundings. He notes how far they are from their apartment and decides it isn’t too far of a walk with groceries, and he steers them in the direction of the nearest store. There, Hoseok does his best to sneak in a value pack of ramyeons and instant udons, but Kihyun catches him every time and tells him to put it back.

Despite his disappointment for his failed attempts, he wonders just what he’s done in his life to be so lucky with Kihyun. Any of his exes would’ve left him behind in the store already for being so childish, but not Kihyun. As he lugs the groceries home all on his own—even though Kihyun protests that he can help carry some—he can’t help but smile.

The next day at work, Hoseok finds something else to smile about.

He’s sitting at his computer, staring at the string of customer complaints on his screen and pondering just what he could get the love of his life for their anniversary. It’s been three years since they’ve begun going out, so he needs it to be special. After all, this is the longest relationship he’s had since… well, ever. Only, he has no idea how he’s gonna afford getting Kihyun anything more than simple flowers and a card with how empty his bank account is…

“Hoseok-ssi!” a voice comes from a corner of the room. Hoseok immediately bolts up, recognizing the voice to be of his superior, Hyunwoo. He looks around to find the tan, muscular man sticking his head out of his private office, raising a brow for Hoseok to follow him. Hoseok does so immediately, scrambling to leave his cubicle and answer his boss.

“Yes, sajangnim?” Hoseok asks as he enters the office, straightening his tie nervously. Hyunwoo sits at his stained mahogany desk, going back to clacking away at his computer.

“Relax, Hoseok-ssi,” he comments, chuckling warmly. “I’m not calling you in here to chastise you. In fact, quite the opposite.” He gestures for Hoseok to take a seat, and the man does so, perching himself on the edge of the leather chair. “I’m giving you a promotion. You’ve a great tract record with the company, Hoseok-ssi, and you’ve excelled at literally every department we’ve assigned you to. I’ve been moved up to be the regional head for our branch, so I’d like you to take my place here, as customer service department head.”

Hoseok’s jaw drops to the floor, utterly shocked at the words leaving his superior’s lips. An amused grin pulls at Hyunwoo’s lips, but he doesn’t say anything about Hoseok’s expression.

“It’ll mean better work hours,” he continues, “and of course a pay raise. You’ll be able to pick your vacation times, for the most part.” He opens the drawer to his right, pulling out a packet and handing it over. “Here’s the details of all that you’d be doing. I understand it’s a lot to take in, but please make your decision as soon as possible. I’d like to train you myself, and—”

“I don’t need time,” Hoseok interrupts without meaning to, shaking his head. “I’ll take the job!” He stands, setting down the thick file to grasp Hyunwoo’s hand in a firm shake as he bows. “Thank you so much, sajangnim! I can’t tell you how much this means to me! Really, I won’t let you down, I swear! I’ll—”

“Okay, okay,” Hyunwoo chuckles, patting Hoseok’s hand once before pulling away. “If you’re sure, go on down to HR and show them the third page in that file. They’ll begin the process of changing your credentials and give you your bonus.” Hoseok nods adamantly, bowing so low his back becomes parallel with the floor before he hurries from the room.

“Kihyunnie!” Hoseok calls as soon as he gets home. He’s a bit earlier than he usually is, as he’s just in the process now of finishing up his work. He hurriedly takes off his shoes, not bothering to put them into the shoe rack as he slides on socked-feet into the kitchen, where Kihyun is blinking surprisedly at him beside the stove, a pair of metal chopsticks in his hand. Hoseok plucks up the smaller man and swings him around, elated.

“Hyung??” Kihyun questions, chuckling despite his own confusion. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“I got a promotion!” Hoseok cries, setting the man down to only press a sweltering kiss against his mouth. “I’ve been moved to head of the department! Can you believe it??”

“Aigooooo,” Kihyun says, beaming proudly from ear to ear, “it’s about time they recognized how much work you put into that damn company.” He leans up on his tiptoes, kissing the corner of Hoseok’s mouth. “Congratulations, aga~! You deserve it.” Hoseok hums, returning the kiss and pulling Kihyun into a crushing embrace. He hears Kihyun push an amused breath through his lips, and Hoseok can’t help but tighten his grip around the younger. His heart swells with gratitude, as he’s certain he wouldn’t have been able to earn this reward with Kihyun’s support.

He just knows he has to get the perfect gift for Kihyun, and now he has the means to do just that.

Kihyun purses his lips as casts a glance over to the clock on the wall just above the small television, tapping his knee impatiently. Hoseok should’ve been here fifteen minutes ago, for crying out loud. It’s their anniversary, and they had planned a special dinner to celebrate the milestone. Kihyun had cooked their favorite foods in preparation, and he swears if all that food gets cold before they can eat, Hoseok will never hear the end of it. They’ll be on their damn deathbeds, and Kihyun will still be nagging him for being late to their three-year-anniversary-dinner.

“… Kihyunnie?” Hoseok’s voice comes hesitantly from the front door, and Kihyun bolts up to bitch at hi—I mean, greet his love after a long day.

All words die down in his throat, though, at seeing what Hoseok is holding in his arms. His fiancé is smiling sheepishly, the right corner of his mouth pulling back to reveal his canine. A fluffy, miniature heap of fur sits atop his forearm, a little pink tongue hanging out its mouth and its puffball of a tail wagging excitedly. Kihyun’s mouth drops open, forming a small ‘oh’.

“H-Happy anniverthary, Kihyunnie~” Hoseok chuckles, a full smiling pulling at his lips now at Kihyun’s expression. A small coo escapes the younger, and Hoseok only laughs once more as he hands over the shih tzu. “I… I know you always say how much you want a dog, and I know last time we were at the store you kept looking at the Pomeranians there… But, when I went to the shelter, she was about to be euthanized, and—”

Kihyun reaches forward, taking the dog into his own arms. The small thing yips happily and licks at his face, causing him to smile so widely his dimples show. Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief, having been genuinely worried Kihyun wouldn’t be happy with this breed.

“When I got my promotion,” Hoseok says, slipping out of his shoes and moving into the apartment to set down his bag of dog paraphernalia, “I knew I had to get you what you’ve always wanted. So, I used it to get food, treats, a bed, and pay the pet fee…” Kihyun chuckles airily, stepping close to kiss the corner of Hoseok’s mouth.

“Thank you, jagiya,” Kihyun says, his voice more air than sound. He hugs the pup close, a short giggle escaping him. “Really, I… I never thought you’d do this.” Hoseok beams, wrapping an arm around Kihyun’s waist to steer them towards the kitchen.

Kihyun doesn’t let go of that pup for at least a couple hours, saying he’s more content to watch Hoseok eat and holding his new, precious little girl than to eat himself. Of course, eventually he puts the dog down to let her explore her new home to partake of his own delicious food.

After a romantic night, the two tuck into bed with the newest addition to their home snuggled between them. Hoseok cradles Kihyun close to his chest, petting his hair as Kihyun continuously scratches behind Mina’s ears. They’d decided on such a name as it means ‘Love’, which both men thought absolutely perfect for her.

The next morning, Kihyun awakens with a smile on his face. His love is lying beside him, sleeping with his mouth slightly agape and his expression otherwise calm. His sweet, precious, perfect little gift of a shih tzu is barking softly, not loud enough to awaken Hoseok by any means, and playing around in the blankets. Kihyun chuckles affectionately at the adorable sight and reaches down to pluck her up, kissing the top of her head in greeting. She licks at his cheek in reply, her nub of a tail wagging excitedly.

Kihyun kisses her again before setting her down, reaching towards the bedside table to grab his engagement ring. However, he draws back his hand completely empty. Kihyun glances over, his brow furrowing in confusion as he’s sure he’d put it there last night… He stands and goes to the bathroom, wondering if maybe he’d taken it off in there as he does every once in a blue moon.

But, it isn’t there either. Panic begins to rise in his throat as he scurries from the bathroom and to the kitchen, hoping he’d taken it off before doing the dishes last night and had just forgotten to put it back on. Mina follows at his heel, yapping delightedly at the sudden movement.

Kihyun tears apart the kitchen and living room trying to find the damn ring, but he comes up empty. He hurries back to the bedroom, thinking perhaps he’d overlooked it somehow. When he enters, Mina jumps right up on the bed and barks in Hoseok’s face, licking at his cheek. Hoseok awakens with a start, blearily looking around at the noise. Upon sighting Mina, he chuckles airily and pats her head, telling her good morning. He looks over to Kihyun, and his smile immediately falls.

“Kihyunnie?” he asks, moving to get up at seeing his fiancé so obviously distressed. His face is drawn tight in a look of worry, his hair a bit messy and his eyes darting frantically this way and that. Kihyun’s gaze flicks over to him, and guilt immediately fills it.

“Hyung…” Kihyun begins, chewing on his bottom lip. “I can’t find it. My ring. I… I put it on the bedside table last night, I know I did, but it’s not—” He stops, watching as Mina jumps easily onto the table from the bed and licks at the wood, whining at the lack of food there. Kihyun purses his lips, stepping closer to Mina with an apprehensive look.

“I-It’s okay, Kihyunnie,” Hoseok says confusedly, watching as his fiancé moves. “We can spend today looking for it. I’m sure with both of us looking we’ll—”

“We’re taking Mina to the vet,” Kihyun interrupts, turning and moving towards the dresser. “Get dressed, we can get breakfast on the way back.” Hoseok frowns, confused, as his head tilts to the side.

“You don’t want to look for your ring?” he asks, doing his best not to sound hurt but not doing a very good job.

“I think I found it,” is all Kihyun says in reply. He then pulls out some of Hoseok’s clothes and tosses them to him, going back into the dresser to find an outfit for himself. Hoseok only grows more confused at this, but he says nothing. He knows better than to argue with Kihyun when he gets that look in his eye. It’s the look he has when they’re at the store and he sees an old housewife going for the last value pack of meat, the look that says ‘One way or another, this will end my way’.

At the vet, Hoseok understands wholeheartedly just what Kihyun must’ve been thinking. After getting them to give Mina an x-ray, they find that the pup had swallowed Kihyun’s ring while they were asleep. They’re told all they can do is wait, and an hour later they’re driving back home, Hoseok at the wheel with Kihyun clutching Mina in the passenger seat. Hoseok grips the steering wheel nervously, his throat dry.

“I… I’m thorry, Kihyunnie,” Hoseok says finally, voicing his incredible guilt at the whole situation. He sees Kihyun glance at him from his peripheral, and he feels compelled to continue. “I guess I should’ve run the dog idea by you. I just wanted it to be a surprise, you know? But, I guess that’s backfired now. We can go home and get all her stuff, then take her to a shelter…”

“What?” Kihyun asks, utterly perplexed. “Hyung, no. I don’t want to give Mina back.” He chuckles, clicking his tongue. “I mean, I’m not exactly looking forward to having to bag up all her poop to take back to the vet in three days, but this doesn’t make me hate her or anything… Or you, for that matter. You getting me her was probably the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Hoseok visibly heaves a sigh of relief, chuckling nervously.

“We’re a growing family, hyung, so of course we’d have some growing pains,” Kihyun continues, shifting his hold on Mina to reach over and grasp Hoseok’s knee. He squeezes it gently, and Hoseok beams as his heart swells at the word ‘family’. “Don’t worry, in a few days this’ll all be over and we won’t think anything more about it.”

Hoseok hums, nodding and focusing his attention back on the road. Kihyun retracts his hand to turn the volume dial on the radio, turning up the pop song and beginning to sing along. Mina joins him, howling with her high little voice along with the song. Hoseok just feels his own smile grow, his love for his family growing immensely.

Three days later, the couple finds themselves back at the vet with a large brown bag containing some very… questionable contents. Two vet assistants take the bag, tell the men to wait, and disappear into the back. They return about two hours later, smiling widely as they hand over a very familiar silver band. After having to ensure Kihyun just how many times they’ve sanitized the band, the man gingerly puts it on his finger, where it belongs. He looks over to Hoseok with a smile so bright the older swears he’s staring at the sun itself.

“I’m gonna soak it in ethanol overnight,” Kihyun mutters as he pushes open their door with his shoulder, staring down at his ring with a look of dismay. “I don’t know if I really trust them…” Hoseok chuckles affectionately, shaking his head at the typical statement. His love can be so particular, but he doesn’t mind. It’s just one of his many quirks to love.

He’s just about to say so, too, but the words die in his throat at the sight awaiting them just inside their apartment.

Mina, sitting on the couch, her tiny tail wagging so fast Hoseok is surprised it doesn’t lift her up in the air, her tongue lulled out in excited pants as she stares at them from the couch, fluff from the couch cushions falling around her like a light snow. She seems to have gotten bored awaiting their return, and had retaliated by tearing into the couch, pillows, blankets, curtains… literally any fabric she could reach.

Kihyun purses his lips, his small body beginning to vibrate with anger as he’s just cleaned the apartment… Hoseok steps forward, hugging the younger from behind and kissing his temple to try and calm him. After all, it’s just another growing pain for their small but beautiful family~

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Being Alone, Bones, and Cats: ID 25663, 5 Yrs., 64 lbs, Manhattan Kin TO BE KILLED - 4/27/2018 He’s all happy manners, affectionate snuggles and a generous heart! King is the KING of Hearts <3 So its really unfortunate that despite his glowing owner notes, the ACC is not giving this boy a chance. He has only ever known the love of his parent who he built his life around. They have nothing but wonderful things to say -- loves to meet new people, happy and outgoing, never guards his toys (he thinks if you touch them it is a game!) and if you touch his food he will just keep eating. Dogs are not themselves at the shelter. By rights, this sweet boy should be Experience rated, but because he is stressed, he is New Hope Rescue Only. Remember, he is happy, he is sweet, he is a good boy. He has stolen the hearts of all the volunteers so there is only one heart left to steal -- YOURS. PLEASE SAVE SWEET KING. As a FAVORITE volunteer writes: “King's the kind of guy you can't help but love and seems custom-made for stardom with his big smile, perfectly chunky body, playful personality and happy manners and just get a load of those amazing markings--be still my heart! From the moment he arrived this affectionate boy was all about snuggles, approaching the intake counselor with tail wags, hugs and kisses and on our first date he was more than happy to lean into my legs and be massaged all over. King is full of energy and loves to get down and (literally) dirty when playing but he acts the gentleman when it's required, sitting politely on command, taking treats softly and showing off a model-worthy head tilt for photos. In playgroup with fellow dogs he's bouncy and social so would love a routine where he can spend time running and playing with an equally energetic pack, either at home or in the park. His previous owner tells us his favorite toys were balls, plushies and bones and that he loved games of fetch and tug too. King is crate trained (with an open door) and well behaved when left home alone and in addition to sit he also knows commands for come and leave it. Best of all, this smart boy is bilingual in both Spanish and English! King is one of a kind and he's ready to start a new rule of snuggles and silliness with a loving family by his side. Visit our Manhattan Care Center to crown him King of your heart today!” If you can foster or adopt him, please PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected]. KING, ID # 25663, @ 5 Yrs. Old, 64.4 lbs. of Love Manhattan acc, Large Mixed Breed, Black / White, Unaltered Male Owner Surrender Reason: Moving out of the Country Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Intake Behavior Rating: AT RISK NOTE: King is at risk for behavior reasons. We are seeking New Hope placement for him due to his resource guarding. King is overweight and has diarrhea, but appears to be an otherwise healthy.dog. INTAKE NOTE – DATE OF INTAKE, 4/20/2018: King approached me with a wagging tail and smelled me. He allowed me to pet and scan him. He jumped up onto me and gave kisses. He allowed me to collar him and listened to the cue sit. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: King is a 5 year old white and black medium mixed breed dog. He was given to his previous owner 1 month ago because his owner moved away. He was surrendered because his previous owner is leaving the country for a while and cannot take him with him. He previously lived with 1 adult. Around strangers King is friendly and outgoing and exuberant at play with adults. King has never interacted with children. When King sees other dogs he barks and pulls towards them he smells them when he interacts and is respectful. King has not interacted with cats. King keeps eating if his food bowl is touched. He becomes playful if a treat or toy is taken from him. King has never attempted to bite a person or animal. He is partially housetrained and has a very high energy level. King isn’t bothered by loud noises. He is friendly if he is held or restrained, disturbed while sleeping, given a bath, if his paws are touched, or if an unfamiliar person approached his previous home or owner. He has never had any medical issues. King has not been to a vet but has no known injuries or health concerns. For a New Family to Know: King is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, confident, and excitable. When his previous owner came to visit him, he would follow him around. He likes to play with balls, stuffed toys and bones. His favorite games were fetch and tug. He was kept indoors only and at night he slept him his crate that had a bed and the door was always open. He ate Benefit dry food. He is house trained but had accidents indoors. When left alone indoors he was well behaved. He knows the cues sit, come, and leave it in both English and Spanish. He was walked once a day. He pulls on leash. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 4/22/2018: Look:: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag:: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 4. Dog freezes and/or growls. Summary:: King quickly approached the assessor in the assessment room with a soft body and jumped up in a social manner. He jumped up a lot and was a bit mouthy during the assessment, but remained social and allowed all handling. When in possession of the toy, he became tense and growled when the assess-a-hand touched it. PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Summary (1):: 4/21: When introduced off leash to female dogs, King engages in bouncy play. Summary (2):: 4/22-23: King engages in play with intent to mount male and female dogs. Summary (3):: 4/24: King engages in play with female and select male dogs. When attempting to greet a larger, unaltered male, King growls and is not introduced off leash. ENERGY LEVEL:: King is described as having a very high level of activity. He is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: 4/25 Update, King has been observed to resource guard food items in his kennel and will begin to growl if any attempts to approach are made; with lingering approach, King has been observed to lunge and snap towards the kennel bars. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to a potential for resource guarding and a potential for defensive aggression seen at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. New Hope Only: Though he has been human social in the care centers, King has displayed resource guarding behavior on multiple occasions in the care center. During his assessment King became tense and growled when his toy was approached. He has also displayed this behavior in the kennel as well if approached when engaged with a food item, rapidly escalating to lunging and snapping. Based on the rapid escalation and propensity to cause harm (deliver a bite), the behavior department believes King is not an appropriate candidate for public adoption at this time. Should he present challenges outside of the care center, guidance from a professional trainer or qualified veterinary behaviorist is highly recommended. Potential challenges: : Resource guarding,Basic manners/poor impulse control,Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Resource guarding: On his assessment, King froze and growled when the assess-a-hand touched the toy he was in possession of. For this reason, we advise against ever removing items from King's possession without safely trading for an item or greater or equal value. Guidance from a professional trainer/behaviorist is highly recommended to aid in safely managing/modifying this behavior in a new home environment. Basic manners/poor impulse control: King jumps up a lot on people. It is recommended that default behaviors such as "Leave it", "Sit/Stay", "Down" are reinforced to substitute any frustration and teach him to control his impulses instead of simply reacting; proper management is also advised. Force-free, reward based training only is recommended. Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition: King has shown some mouthiness in the care center. Little pressure is applied, but this is a behavior that should be extinguished through training alternate behaviors and lack of reward (ex. walking away whenever King's teeth make contact with skin). Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: During a medical exam, King froze when his head was touched and then began growling and snapped. We do not know if this behavior will occur in other settings, but if it does guidance from a professional trainer/behaviorist is recommended to assess behavior after decompression in a new home environment. Force-free, reward based training is advised when introducing or exposing Sasha to new and unfamiliar situations. MEDICAL NOTES: 22/04/2018: DVM Intake Exam. Estimated age: Reported 5 years old - exam is consistent with this. Microchip noted on Intake? Scanned negative. History : Surrendered. High energy. No known health concerns. Subjective: Alert, walks well on leash. Observed Behavior - Allowed initial petting but quickly became stiff and tense. Pt was muzzled for the exam. Pt growled continuously throughout the exam and snapped once. Evidence of Cruelty seen – None. Evidence of Trauma seen – None. Objective: BAR-H, MMs pink and moist, BCS 7/9. EENT: AS moderate brown discharge and small amount of bloody discharge. Eyes clear, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. Oral Exam: Not performed due to muzzle. PLN: No enlargements noted. H/L: NSR, NMA, Lungs clear, eupnic. ABD: Large due to girth but not distended. Tense. U/G: Male intact, testicles S/S. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities. Rectal: Normal externally. Assessment: 1. Overweight 2. AS otitis externa. Prognosis: Good. Plan:NN1. Need to clean ear and instill Claro - no ear cleaners in stock so this will be scheduled for a future treatment. 2. Recommend weight loss of 10-15 lbs. SURGERY: Okay for surgery. 1088 22/04/2018: SO: reported to have diarrhea/ sneeze on 4/20 and diarrhea with one episode of vomit on 4/21. None reported on 4/22. BAR in kennel. Friendly at front of kennel. Assessment: diarrhea -- r/o stress colitis, intestinal parasites, monitor for CIRDC. vomit, one episode -- r/o stress, regurgitation, dietary indiscretion. Plan: fecal exam, fortiflora. recheck in 1 day. Monitor for CIRDC signs. 25/04/2018: Hx: Reported to have soft stool again today, and to be sneezing this morning on a walk. S: QAR in kennel, lying down, curled up. Got up when I approached - barked at me, then went back to his bed. Objective: No coughing, sneezing or nasal discharge. Assessment: CIRDC seems inevitable but cannot be diagnosed today. Plan: Monitor for signs of CIRDC. 1088 *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** KING IS RESCUE ONLY! You must PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance with fostering or adopting him. He cannot be reserved on the ACC ARL online list, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process **within 48 hours of reserve**, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! **PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! *** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU **CANNOT** GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PRIVATE MESSAGE our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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