Day 3: Promptober/Fictober
3.- Their pet (s)
It’s complicated
Jack really never had any pet.
When he was very, very young, barely a toddler, he and his family used to live in a small town, far away from London, taking care of a small farm in there (or so he was told, he actually didn't remember anything about that). So, in a way, he supposed had pets while being younger... But after that, all his interactions with animals were strictly for science or magic practice. And frankly those were considered test subjects, not pets.
He didn't have any sympathy for small animals, or any animal whatsoever. Although, Hannibal could be considered a beast, close enough to an animal... Ah, and then there were the dogs.
Hannibal's dogs.
Jack liked them because they were obedient to their master, and they liked Jack because he smelled like Hannibal. Which made things way easier with all the canids out there. But they weren't his pets, were his mate's. And for better or worse they only obeyed his master (Jack had some power over them but was just minimal).
Until last month at least, when his dragon’s heat appeared and, in a way to compensate the fact that he and Hannibal didn't want to have any children at the moment, the heylin demon gave him a pup. A wolf's pup.
“Well then... Am I supposed to name— him, or demon pups came with their own demonic name ? ”
Hannibal wasn’t impressed, but taught him the basics to take care of a dog properly in the next minutes. Which resulted in the complicated situation he was dealing already;
“You know Conan, I know I’ve only had you for five hours and forty tree minutes but I love you like a child already and I want you to know that if anything happened to you I would kill everybody and then myself...”
And so, then...
Jack really doesn’t have pets.














