#dog reader

[quarterlifekitty]

Owner!Simon who basically has hybrid!reader on loan from price because he’s desperately hoping your behavior will rub off on Soap, who’s proving absolutely impossible to train. Boy tears up all of this toys and bedding, constantly rutting against things and marking territory around the house.

Meanwhile, you’re Price’s good girl. Always waiting at the door quietly when it’s time for home to come home, sitting calm with your head in his lap while he reads in the evening even while your tail wags with reckless abandon. You keep all of your things tidy— your crate and bed are hardly used, you’re calm enough to sleep with Price in his bed.

And at first it goes just like you’d expect— Soap bullies you relentlessly. Chews on your ear while rutting against your ass, keeping you pinned to the floor.

His tune changes a little when Simon cages his cock and has you spread out— you take Simon’s big, leaking dick like a little pillow princess. He rubs yours ears with one hand, another attentively circling your clit and grinding deep into you.

Soap’s cock is twitching and jumping against the metal as he sits in his crate, a puddle of pre under him as he begs to be able to join, to come onto the bed and shove his cock somewhere, anywhere to get some friction.

(It’s not helping that he spends so much time watching you lining up your stuffed animals and keeping them neat and clean, and it’s got him thinking about how you’d keep his puppies.)

[crashingcryptid]

consider this: dog hybrid!reader and price, who read in their file that they're clicker trained. Which is good, his other 'rescues' (the boys, of course) are all clicker trained as well. so when he sees them settling in, getting comfortable with the 141, he gives them a little click as a reward. except they don't react quite right. Instead of a wagging tail, it tucks under them and they kinda... shrink down.

it takes weeks until price realizes that oh, theyre trained to see the clicker as a negative correction instead of a reward.

basically giant miscommunication angst with reader having a breakdown because theyre really trying their best, they promise!! theyre working so hard and it just isnt good enough for price? what can they do better for him?

sorry for long ask :') -🪶

UGH MISCOMMUNICATION!! ANGST!! Do you want me to cry?? This is so perfectly heartbreakingly cute. Thank you for giving me this gift. CW: mentions of past abuse

Seeing that you were clicker trained was just a cherry on top when Price wanted to recruit you. He's a man of few words and even fewer praises, but a clicker communicates his praise just fine. You were already mingling with the pack well, submitting to Simon and his authority, playing around with Johnny and Kyle, and follow orders kn field.

"Glad to have you on the team." Price says at the end of a debrief, giving you a small smile and ending his statement with a click. He doesn't notice your tail lowering, your ears flicking back nervously at the sound.

Was he messing with you? Was he angry with you? Did you do something wrong?

You anxiously lick your teeth as you leave the room and head back to your barracks. Was Price going to punish you? Was he pretending you were doing good in front of the team so he could punish you later? But surely the other boys knew what the clicker meant, which made your stomach twist. Did they all know you were going to get punished?

You waited around for an hour for Price to come to your barrack, but he never did. Kyle was the one to find you, tail wagging happily as he asked you to run laps with him. He was a Border Collie hybrid, high engery with a constant need to herd someone.

You follow after him, trying to shake the feeling that you were in trouble away. Maybe Price was nice enough to give you a warning instead of punishing you right away. Regardless, you were going to work extra hard for his approval.

You felt like you were going crazy. Price would constantly give you little clicks here and there when you weren't even doing anything wrong. He didn't punish you. No hitting, screaming, or taking your food as punishment. He didn't bring out a small crate for you to sleep in. He just kept clicking his clicker.

You knew it looked bad to start avoiding your captain, but you couldn't help it. Every time you were around him, you could feel your tail tucking and your ears pinning anxiously. You didn't want to disappoint your team leader, but nothing you did seemed good enough.

"Y/N. My office, please." Price orders as he watches you try to duck out of the weight room. You hold back a whine, looking over at your pack for help, but you have nothing. Were they all in on one big joke to tease the new pack member? A little bit of hazing?

You follow after Price, trying to use submissive posture to appease him. "Stop that. At ease." Price orders, giving you a gentle scruff. "Why are you avoiding me, pup? Hmm?" You stare back at him, licking your teeth a little as you think of how to answer him.

"Am I not doing a good job, sir?" You finally ask shakily, making Price's brows furrow. "You use the clicker on me all the time. I try to behave, but you always click and never punish me."

Price's face falls for a moment before he quickly collects himself, taking a deep breath as he gives your neck a softer squeeze. "That's why your file said clicker trained." He sighs, giving you a long look, his thumb at your pulse point. "The clicker is supposed to be a good tool, Y/N. All my boys are clicker trained, I thought you had been trained the same way."

Price watches how confused you are at his words, whimpering queitly. He didn't want to upset you, giving you a soft huff before nuzzling your head. "Shh, puppy... I'll fix this problem, yeah? No more clicker for you, I promise." Price assures, wondering if he can find a new way to gain back your trust.

He'd have to call Kate for some tips

[jaythes1mp]

HI!! HOW ARE YOU?! I HOPE YOU ARE WELL!!

Okay so this idea came to me when I was making breakfast but imagine…

Hybrid! Dog! Reader! Whose just a lazy or low energy dog like real lazy because a) it’s in their nature and b) their just lazy. I imagine them as a French bulldog because sometimes they have energy and are like hey lemme just uh play around a bit and than nap or stare at you.

But one day the family or Bruce and D!ck (I feel like it would be those two) decides to take them to a dog park in disguise and at first Reader is scared cause their like omg the last time they did this they were taking me to the vet hell no! But they see that they’re going in a different direction and they’re like huh that’s suspicious that’s weird.

They arrive at the dog park and are encouraged to go run and play which at first their like no take me back home and starts to paw at them but the family won’t budge so they approach the other dogs but than decided to sit in the corner.

A couple minutes later they’re running around yapping happily sniffing other dogs and when it’s time to go they have to be dragged home.

When they get home whoever didn’t go to the dog park are quite shocked that Reader has energy and also zoomies! It’s very cute and chaotic because while they’re running they jump and kind of bark a bit saying I made a friend or friends!

Another scenario I have is Hybrid! Dog! Reader who’s a golden retriever so every time their near water they try to jump into its like a hassle even in the winter or like imagine them jumping into bodies of water in public even if they were told not to do it anymore.

Last scenario, Hybrid! Cat! Reader who accidentally discovers catnip how would the family react? 👀

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/ NIGHT/ EVENING!!!! 🩷❤️🧡💚💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

⭐️ anon

Lovely, as always, to see you in my inbox, ⭐️anon!

These are very cute scenarios!💚 It looks like your drabbles are for a domestic batfam rather than yan bats. Which I’m totally for, dude. It’s cute family life! I wish I thought of drabbles over breakie, haha

However on a slightly serious note, one of my family dogs was killed last Friday, so I’m not going to add onto your puppy fics too soon, I’m really sorry. I just don’t necessarily want to think too much about dogs right now. They’re really epic though!!

In relation to the cat nip, I’ve already made a small drabble on it here, if you wanna check it out🦖🦖

Though if you want more on it as an apology for not adding onto your puppy!reader ask, then I’ll go into more detail about it for you, just send me an ask, pookie💚💚

Masterlist

[brokenpieces-72]

I really love the stray series and this idea has been bugging me for a while. So what if they brought stray along to help investigate the facility but got ambushed and stray got injured saving them?

Yay first request, okay time to not screw it up! I hope I did this okay.

Stray Shot

Laswell’s intel was enough for a small mission to take place and investigate the facility. There was some discussion about whether they take you along or not. Gaz can give you basic commands but you’re no K9. After a couple of minor concerns were brought up they decided to bring you along. You knew the facility and your reactions could at least give them a gauge of what happened.

You were given a vest… but as the rest of the team was gearing up you kept wrestling with it, biting and nipping at it. You even managed to get your bottom jaw stuck in it. Soap was the first to finish getting ready and came out to see you stepping around with your mouth caught on the vest, seeing you fall over. Johnny shook his head but got you out of the vest. Price came out later and saw Johnny latching on your leash.

“The dog needs a vest sergeant.” Price commented.

“You’re welcome to try sir.” Johnny said offering the best to the captain, not much hope of success on his face.

John did try…you kept moving and when he tried holding you between his legs, you kept wriggling free, voice your disdain with small growls. Price gave up as well.

Nikolai was waiting with a vehicle. Flying wasn’t easily an option, seeing as there was nowhere they could easily land, and they couldn’t easily drop out with you not having any gear on. You ride being very well behaved in the back… okay yeah you definitely tried to get up front into shotgun but thankfully John and Nikolai were able to dissuade you so there wasn’t an accident.

When the task force arrived at the facility though, everything was quiet. Eerily quiet. No guards at the gate, no patrols, not even a vehicle in a parking lot. Guns were up though, the men knowing full well that quiet doesn’t mean absent. You were kept on leash, attached to Kyle’s belt. Your body language made it very clear you didn’t want to be here, ears down and flat, your tails between your legs and whimpering, trying to circle back to the safety of the vehicles. Kyle kept tugging your leash though, reminding you there was no retreat, but that you were not alone.

They entered through a side door, scoping around before entering. When Kyle tried to go in you kept pulling away. You didn’t want to go back in, you fled for a reason. There weren’t any other animals inside you could hear either. Kyle kept tugging, urging you to go in. Price held the door, keeping watch for any signs of movement with Ghost and Soap moving ahead slowly.

Kyle crouched down to your level, while you shifted and moved around whimpering, letting out small distressed barks.

“Hey hey, I know I know. It’s okay. We just need to go in for a bit, nothing in there is gonna hurt you.” Kyle said trying to calm you down, giving you scratches and neck rubs. He held your head to look directly at you.

“You’re Safe…we’re gonna make sure of it.” He said. You let out one last whimpering before moving in closer and licking his face. Kyle stood up and led you inside. There is a strong metallic smell along with weird smells you remembered but didn’t recognize as anything good. Every move the men made you froze and followed. Ghost checked around a corner, you looked from where you were. Johnny tensed, you tensed. The captain gave an order your ears perked. Kyle stopped you let out a small growl. This seemed to go on for a long time.

Soon they approached a door you had seen a few times but never entered. And never saw others leave. You started fighting against the leash again. The men think you’re scared, and you are. When Ghost opened the door though, it was more than that.

The door closed as soon as it opened after a shot rang out. There was shouting as Ghost open fired as soon as the door reopened. Another shot was fired but this one from above and behind into Gaz’s back. If it weren’t for the vest he may have been paralyzed. Thinking fast Gaz unhooked the leash from your collar and the men moved quickly taking cover. Ghost cleared out whatever men were in that room, making it the easiest spot to avoid the sniper. You wasted no time rushing in with the rest.

Inside they saw kennels and fenced cages, with chain leashes hanging from the wall. There was also blood. The place was a familiar scent to you, as you detected other animals you’d encountered. Any of them came in they were rarely let back out, and if they were they weren’t the same. You whimpered as you detected the scent of another dog you’d met. A husky, who didn’t give up on escape.

“Operating table, kennels, chains… this is animal testing at its ugliest.” Ghost commented as they kept moving. Ghost approached a corner, but you stepped in first smelling danger. Without warning Ghost turned to find another guard pointing a gun at him, only for you to go for the guard’s leg.

Ghost took advantage of your distraction knifing the bastard in the chest, and lowering him to the ground. You didn’t let up on your growls as you barked at the corpse. Ghost gave you a scratch between the ears, and you eased off rubbing against his leg.

“Good dog.” He said. Price and Johnny moved up ahead entering an operating room that still contained some syringes. Gaz found a computer and tried to break in to collect data. Ghost got you to wait at least outside the operating room.

You didn’t hear or really understand what they were discussing. You recognized a few of the words but not many.

“Animal testing… what were they testing?” Price muttered.

“A type of drug?” Soap suggested. “Sure as hell keepin it to themselves.”

“Captain.” Gaz called from the computer, having broken in. Price left the room to see what his sergeant found, instructing Ghost to get Nikolai to be ready with the vehicles. You followed Price, who didn’t slow to make sure you were caught up. They had to work fast, knowing a sniper was above them somewhere. They also needed a way out. Gaz had found more information and files concerning the testing, but you caught wind of something more pressing.

There was a sound the men knew well, but you didn’t. A grenade rolled towards them and while they took cover you picked it up and bolted towards where it came from, tossing it by whipping your head. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough, and was caught in some of the blast. Gaz moved quickly to pull you out while Johnny and Ghost went after the thrower, gunning him and few other’s down, the blast having incapacitated most of them. You whimpered as he got you to cover. Price continued pushing forward, seeing as it would get them out faster at this point. You do your best to stay focused, the pain still remains in your mouth. Your muzzle was dotted with grenade fragments and some burns. The pain made you whimper, but you held strong as the team kept going.

Price lead his team through. You bolted forward again though as he entered an open area, knocking him down just as a shot rang out. Your pained yelp had Price rolling you off of him assessing the damage. The exit was only a few feet away but another shot hit you. Ghost had a chance to take out the sniper before anymore could hit you. Johnny ran up ahead to open the door, and flag down Nikolai. Gaz got you over his shoulder, as Price got up and they made a break for it.

The rest is a blur for you. The bullets got you in the chest and your muzzle was still in a lot of pain. You were losing blood. Nikolai was there in time to collect the team. From there you blacked out. You remember hearing sounds of shouting, and smelling latex.

While you were undergoing surgery the team waited outside. They had been able to focus enough to get their gear and hand in what they found to Laswell, but they were more distracted by you and your condition. Laswell came to find them waiting to see if you would make it. Seeing the four men tense and quiet was something she’d seen more than once. This time there was something different. Affection.

Laswell leaned against the wall next to Price trying to offer some comfort. Even she had to admit you were a good dog. Then the doctor stepped out of the room. The men were all at attention.

“They’ll pull through…though I should mention something odd…” the doctor said a little unsure of himself.

“Go on.” Price urged.

“We didn’t really need to do any stitches just remove the pieces of grenade and bullets, and give them some more blood.” The doctor explained.

“…are you saying they healed on their own?” Ghost asked crossing his arms. The doctor knew how it sounded and their own expression showed no change.

“The dog is asleep, if you would like to check on them.” The doctor offered. Kyle was the first to go in with Johnny following behind. You laid on your side on the table, with some blood still being pumped into you. There were bandages on your wounds and your muzzle. No blood was seeping through. The doctor held up a scalpel.

“Let me show you what I mean.” The doctor said and made a small incision, drawing a little blood. Johnny smacked the doctor’s hand away.

“Leave em alone!” He shouted at the doctor. Ghost got hold of Johnny’s shoulder and got him calm before he could start throwing hands with the doctor. Kyle noticed what the doctor was talking about though. He saw the small cut mend itself quickly.

“Unbelievable.” He said.

You started opening your eyes and sat up a bit, seeing Laswell and Price standing off to the side. Your tail wagged, a little weak. The team couldn’t believe how quickly you recovered. It was insane. Laswell was intent on doing thorough examination and research on the information the 141 had found. This wasn’t normal at all. Price c came over to you and you welcomed him with licks to his hand, happy you didn’t disappear behind that door for good.

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara @1mommyrose4ever29 @smitten-haematite-quartz @talia-the-gemini @yuki2129 @whitetiger846 @graystorm444 @chibiduck @reaperxxxxzz

[writinghellhounds]

random

but some (imo) who write "hybrid" dog reader stories kinda need to go learn about dog behaviors, it gets a little confusing sometimes (no shade if you don't though, cause it's fiction and they're hybrids so not really a need for accuracy 🤷🏾‍♀️). I'm sorry I'm a dog nerd and it kinda annoys me

Also can i maybe get a sprinkle of non smut works, a small slice plz (I'm just a poor minor who wants a feral!dog reader/hybrid reader story without smut i must avoid like the plague)

(Btw not shaming, just saying it's a bit frustrating that basically the only thing on the tags are smut, even the one marked as just "dog reader", which is pretty disappointing) cause i always think it's gonna be feral dog reader and then it's just smut

Also remember to tag your stuff guys!, i see quite a few of you who haven't tagged your smut as smut!

I've run into so many smuts that weren't tagged (i have the tag and other smut one's blocked so i keep getting jump scared whenever nobody tags right) and orrrr at least put a "read more" page break thingy i don't wanna scroll through an hour of smut man :'v

[gotafewtricks]

Thinking of a Dog!reader, they have dog ears and a tail, and they act exactly like the type of dog they are. Like a golden retriever is happy or how a Saint Bernard is lazy, you know? Just thought it'd be funny with genji having someone like that 😭

★ Bark bark (... literally)

I personally love these silly requests like this, because they have me think more creatively :3 I may not do it aboslute justice, but gosh... I love dogs <3

With you having these dog-like traits, Genji, in general, would note a mental comment on your appearance; but woukd not push not pressure you about it. You were still a person, and no matter how you had such cute ears and a fluffy tail, the ninja was in no place to judge. He would have some strange (yet, somewhat valid) questions about your anatomy—are you colourblind? Do you eat dog food? Can you bark?

No matter how you responded to him, he would be sitting with you; nodding his head affirmatively with each of your statements. Please tell Genji that he's merely being curious, and to also set boundaries with him, if a topic is too much for you. Making you uncomfortable was something he'd hate to ever hear. He would do his very best to help you accommodate towards things as well, if you do need the assistance.

Along with different dog breeds, I'd like to imagine he'd have the most fun with... maybe a Shiba Inu, Chihuahua, or a golden retriever?

The Shiba Inu is a rather iconic pick, plus, fitting for Genji—considering its place of origin. At first, judging by the looks of your animalistic features, he would try to guess what breed you were at first—then, ultimately settled on you being a Shiba, as he saw your personality unfurl. Plus, that curled up tail gave it all away. Your confident yet more reserved, cat-like demeanor amused the ninja; as he was then excited ro see what you'll do next.

With being friends together, Genji would like the refreshing change of pace that was brought by your attitude—loyal and compassionate, whilst still being individually independent. You'd often hang out with him whenever he is practicing his blade, considering that's what he often-time does in his free hours, anyways. You'd give him a pleasant surprise if you showed off your escape artist skills; able to somehow contort yourself around various, high-scalling nooks and crannies. Genji would joke that you were a better ninja than he was!

If the two of you were to ever be in a relationship, Genji would love to feel his hands around the softness of your ears; smiling to himself, seeing how lovable you were. Even though you had so much energy, he knew keeping up such a big personality to-boot had to be exhuasting; he'd note. Based off of memes, he'd go get you random items—like, y'know that one meme where it's a Shiba, and its wearing a piece of bread? He would have very loving pet (haha get the joke haha get it) names, such as Doge. He'd apologize for how terrible he was at these types of things.

For a Chihuahua, he'd have fun with that one. Stereotyped for their small frame but big temper, he would make jokes about your height; comparing you to different objects, and ask if you could even reach them. Genji would open doors for you, since he'd "worry" that you were too short. Everytime you were to snap back at him, you could tell that he'd roll his eyes—adding that reaction as more ammunition that he could use against you, so that he could tease you further in the future.

He understands to take you seriously, and just because you happen to have a canine appearance, he knew you were still a person at heart; even if you acted like a little shit sometimes towards him. Genji is pretty used to being either around the same height as others, or relatively shorter, so he'd like to think of that as a win for him. If you were to challenge him to a fight, he'll say that you with your ankle-biting tactics may be the formidable enemy against his blade.

He knows how exhausting it must be to have such an attitude like that, and to be so cute, so, if you're uncomfortable with his teasing, please do tell him! He wants to know if he is ever pushing boundaries, and would rather you tell him if he is, rather than for him to accidentally upset and hurt you any further, if he has. Genji knows when to lay off if needed, and he will have more creative jokes, rather than just teasing you about your stature or supposed high ego—as he knows that there is far, far more to you than that.

With a golden retriever, he'd be pretty pleasantly surprised! I feel like Genji's a dog person (self-projection), and he has a soft spot for retrievers and labs! With how contagious your smile and energy was, he couldn't help but love the change of pace that he was getting, since often times, he would talk to people who would only have a sour, pessimistic view. Of which he understood, as he once fell into that hole too. Jealous of how people could be so easily idealistic about the world, he would've shunned those feelings, and felt uncomfortable with sharing. With his newfound enlightenment, he understood that peoples' intentions were not to be idealistic—but to put a positive spin on a rather harsh, sinking reality.

It might take him a minute to try and keep up with your pace, but know that if he were to ever get overwhelmed, he will tell you! He found it interesting that your tail would be swishing back and forth constantly, worried at first that you were trying to communicate something—as dogs communicate with all kinds of gestures, and a wagging tail does not equate to a happy puppy. Once he realized that you were just affectionate and loving naturally, he really understood!

Genji was one to not deny someone of their creative expression, and that is also their love language! Wether that maybe platonic or romantic, he will not take it the "wrong" way, as he has difficulties at times with processing his emotions. Don't be affaid to be all excited; he enjoys seeing you happy, and those ears of yours perk up—too!

... also have this 😭

[twilighcreed]

“Imagine... Being Sam’s & Dean’s pet dog. They like to take you out on hunts, and Dean secretly liking you.”

Dean rubbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, placing the blood machete in the back of the trunk of the Impala. Sam wasn’t far behind, a victorious smile on his face with you walking beside him, your tongue sticking out as you panted, tail wagging.

“Attagirl,” Sam smiled, reaching down he rubbed your soft fur, praising you. “Good huntin’ Y/N.”

You barked happily, tail wagging even more.

Dean rolled his eyes, closing the trunk of his Impala gently. He watched as his brother took to the passenger seat, leaving the mutt with him. 

That son of a... 

You barked again, standing next to your owner with a brightness in your eyes. even though Dean made it seem like he hated you, he actually had a soft side for your dark brown eyes. You were adorable! Especially when you were just a small pup.

Dean shook his head and sighed, crouching down he placed his hands on your head. Scratching under your chin he gave your side a good rub. You tilted your head to the side, enjoying the attention, you let out a groan of appreciation.

“Hey,” you looked at him, “Don’t tell Sammy, or else you won’t sleep in my room tonight.” Dean warned, narrowing his eyes at you.

You let out a whimper and placed your paw on his knee, sitting down you looked at him. 

Dean smiled, scratching your head.

“That’s my princess.”

[crashingcryptid]

Omg, it love the Makarov's dog

It was so yummy, thank you so much

I would love a part two if you want

And maybe some of reader that either doesn't know how to speak, or do basic human things. Because they have been with Makarov since they were five, so they have never been anything else than a mutt

Only if you want, and once again love your work thank you so much❤️😝❤️😝❤️😝

Ahhh I went out of town and I got some asks for Makarovs attack dog! I love this idea and I cannot wait to expand on this. Also, tonight I will be attempting to update my master lists. I think I have to make a part two for my blurbs materlist. Anyway! Into the story!

When you wake up, it's not in your crate. You're in a bed, the sterile scent of the room turning your stomach as you pry your eyes open. There's no one in the room, and you could only sit up slightly since you were cuffed down to the bed.

You want your crate. You want Makarov. You need orders. You need structure. The machine beside you starts beeping faster until two people come into the room. They are wearing a uniform, a different one than you've ever seen, and they come over to the side of your bed.

"Hey there, Y/N. I'm glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?" The man asks softly, slipping something under your gown and pressing it to your skin. You growl at the cold metal, eyes flicking up to the man's face so you can snap your teeth at him.

"Do we need to get a muzzle, doctor?" The other man questions nervously as he takes a small step back from your bedside.

"No. They've been through enough, and I don't allow muzzles in my infirmary." He snaps back, though he leans back far enough to be out of biting range. "Do you know what's going on, Y/N?" The doctor, you assume, studies you as he talks. He can see the confusion knitting your face, but it's not a lack of understanding him.

"Do you know how to speak?"

You snarl at him and lunge towards him again, your straps straining with the force you used. He takes a step back and sighs quietly. When he turns to his trainee, he gives him a disapproving stare at how far the man had backed up.

"Look, if you want this job, then you need to stop shrinking back. If you're scared, they feel ten times more terrified. Go get Captain Price."

Price wasn't able to get anything out of Makarov. Kyle had found some files about you, your name, how old you were when they had taken you in, and what they had trained you to do.

"So they've been under his control since they were five. I'd guess they're almost 23 by now, maybe younger." The doctor sighs as he looks over your vitals. "Dehydrated, malnourished, and they can't speak. If they knew how to before they met Makarov, he beat the words out of them."

Price grunts in acknowledgment as he watches you in your bed, your ears pinned back and twitching in time with the beeps of your machines. "Even Simon wasn't this bad when I met him." Price sighs, scrubbing his face with his hands.

"There is always hope for rehabilitation, but for now, I'm going to give them a prescription for anxiety and a very mild sedative. It won't put them to sleep, but it should hopefully make them less tense." Price almost protests the medication, but he can see your muscles rippling with fear. There wasn't anything he could do for you now, not yet. He needed to trust the doctors calls.

You watch warily as a nurse comes into the room, eyes studying the medication she plunges into your IV. She was a golden retriever hybrid, her long tail wagging softly when she looked at you.

"It's scary here, but you'll be out soon, I promise." She assures, reaching out and patting your head. You growl at her, and she sneezes slightly at you, which makes your ears perk. She heard your aggression and responded with a show of play.

"It's gonna take a little while, but you'll learn. I'm really glad they didn't debark you." She studies you, pity pooling her eyes at the sight of you. You wanted to bear your teeth at her because you didn't need her pity. Everyone was treating you like a fragile traumatized animal, but you weren't.

Makarov wouldn't debark you. He loved you! Everyone thought like your aggression was a problem. This is what you were made for! Why was everyone acting like it was a bad thing?

She sensed your anger, nodding down at you before she left the room and let you stew. You could feel your muscles beginning to release, eyes feeling heavy as you sunk into your bed.

You weren't sure what she gave you, but you were exhausted from everything that had happened. Maybe this was just a bad dream.

A delirious bad dream, like the ones you used to have when Makarov first took you in. When he'd first found you, you'd dreamed of freedom like this. Of someone taking you from your crate and back to your home if it was still standing. Maybe give you a hot meal, patch up your wounds, and tuck you into your bed with the quilt your mother made.

You knew now, with Makarovs help, that this wasn't freedom. This wasn't safety. He knew what was good for you and how to take care of you. Maybe when you woke up again, he would be there and you would be home.

I promise the next chapter will have more of the reader interacting with the team, but I just wanted to try and write more angst! I love this idea, and I'm kicking my feet squealing at the fact that you guys enjoy my writing. More angst and comfort coming soon