Måndag: Genderbending

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Good day, citizens! I'm ravenspear, and I will be your guest host for the coming couple of days.

We'll start of the week with the theme of Genderbending. Any and all gender/sex twists are welcome, so how would Grimm be different if Eddie was a female blutbad? What if Hardison being ftm trans wasn't just part of a con? And how would Bo deal with suddenly waking up as an incubus rather than her succubus-y self?

And, of course, we always have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them:

Grimm; Eddie/Nick; Eddie's is in her heat. And apparently it's nothing like Nick might have expected.
Angel Sanctuary/Supernatural; Belial /or& Castiel; In Heaven, your sex is determined by the drugs you're given. Belial chooses to experiment on one of the angels in her care.

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[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Angel Sanctuary/Supernatural; Belial /or& Castiel; In Heaven, your sex is determined by the drugs you're given. Belial chooses to experiment on one of the angels in her care.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Angel Sanctuary; Belial; the fact that they call it "she" only proves that they don't understand it at all.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Angel/Leverage, any, Eliot retrieves an item for Angel Investigations... an item that has an interesting side effect

Chick Fight

[jadaryl.livejournal.com]

Eliot slammed the box on the desk. "There's your damn necklace," he growled, turning ready to leave the office.

"Wait, Eliot..."

The hitter clenched his jaw as he turned around. "What is it, Angel?"

"What happened to you?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just brought you a cursed necklace. Why don't you take a good look at it? Make sure it's the real deal."

Eliot smirked as the vampire opened the box and pulled out the necklace. "It's a necklace, cowboy. What really happened to you?"

Eliot couldn't hold back a laugh. "The same thing that just happened to you. Didn't you notice your voice just got a lot higher? You finally fit your name!"

The dark-haired vampire jumped over the desk at Eliot, throwing them both through the locked office door. Eliot wrapped an arm around Angel's throat. "Get over yourself, you girl!"

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Ranma 1/2 & Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Christian changes into a girl when splashed with cold water

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & fem!Sam & fem!Lucifer, he survives the rack, but is not sure if he will come out of his sisters "therapeutic shopping sessions for the devil" alive

Fill!

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck?"

Sam looks up from the bag, eyes wide with guilt. "It's not what it looks like," she says immediately. Dean pointedly looks around at the bags of clothes and shoes strewn around the motel room floor.

"It looks like Macy's threw up all over the floor," he says dryly. Sam bites her lip, casts her eyes down to where she's fiddling with the edge of the plastic bag.

"It's helping," she mutters.

Dean's eyebrow goes up. "Shopping is helping?" he asks. "In what way is it helping?"

"Toss me the green tank top, Sammy! This red one doesn't go with my hair," someone calls from the bathroom and Dean's got a split second to register the blind panic in Sam's eyes before his sister is rushing to block the door.

"Sam?" She winces at Dean's voice, but doesn't move.

"It's not--she's not--It's getting better!" she argues.

Dean steps carefully over the bags in the way, eyes on Sam. "Who's in the bathroom?" he asks slowly.

"A, uh, a friend," Sam stammers out. "She's, uh, just a--"

"Sam, what's--oh, hello, Dean. Hey, do these jeans make my butt look fat?"

Dean stares at her. "You're...Sammy, what the hell?! Why is Lucifer in our bathroom?" he explodes.

Lucifer hooks her chin over Sam's shoulder and smiles at him. "Shopping!" she says brightly. "At least, we were. Sam says that if I'm going to be wandering the Earth, I need to fit in. And it's fun! No one ever told me that things like malls existed!"

For a moment, all Dean can do is gape. Then, "Sam. You're taking the devil...shopping?"

Sam flushes and hunches her shoulders up around her ears, dislodging Lucifer in the process. "It's therapeutic," she mutters, crossing her arms.

"Therapeutic. Right." Dean turns away and heads for the door.

"Dean--"

"I need a drink," Dean says, halfway out the door. He glances back and grimaces. "Or maybe a hundred drinks," he amends. Lucifer just beams and waves as the door slams shut behind him.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, the world oldest hag

Fill: the confusing results of gender stereotyping

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

"Methos?" The look on MacLeod's face was priceless.

"Have a beer." She tossed him a can in a gentle arc that would either allow him to catch it easily or hit him in the balls if he didn't break out of his shock soon enough.

He managed to catch it, but only barely.

Methos is the world's oldest man and the Watchers are constantly confused by why they can't keep track of him. They are, after all, extremely experienced in tracking the immortals, those great timeless warriors and scholars.

No one, historically, pays any attention to the crowds of women, though. Why bother, really? Not even the Watcher's bother much, since most of the female immortals live on holy ground or flit from one male immortal lover to another.

Or so they think.

Methos finds this a combination of useful and annoying. She's hardly the only female immortal to simply not be noticed by anyone.

Somehow MacLeod has managed to avoid this basic social conditioning. She has known she would have to be increasingly careful of her identity as the women's movement has progressed and gender-based prejudice became less prevalent, but MacLeod should have all the prejudices of his upbringing in the Clans.

Apparently the combination of immortal women he's run with, though, has managed to wear that down.

In a crowd, most headhunters won't even look for a woman.

She has plenty of experience dressing as a man.

In fact, she mostly alternates her lives. One life as a man, one life as a woman, and no one ever manages to track her between the lives.

She slept with men or women as she desired or as was appropriate; she even married whichever gender was appropriate for the time. She tend towards the more modest cultures, in her travels, where full covering with appropriate for both genders. It was hard (though not impossible, funny enough) to cross-dress while naked.

She had been a horseman with Kronos, Caspian and Silas for a thousand years and they had all seen each other naked, but they were gods and Methos the eldest of them all, and Death was so obviously male, that they had always been brothers. Even when she went into battle butt-naked, the few survivors would describe her as male.

Eve Pierson, though, is decidedly female, in her jeans and tank top. It made getting into the Watchers much easier: all of her Watcher identities have been female. They know that women can pass unnoticed where men cannot, they simply don't take that knowledge to its logical conclusion.

But looking at MacLeod's wide eyes and surprise-but-not-denial that she is both Methos and female, she knows that there's change in the air.

The world is different, she is different, and life is about to get interesting.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Angel Sanctuary, Rociel & Michael, there's just one thing they can agree on: sisters can be awful

[tigriswolf]

Charmed, Chris + the Charmed Ones, the whitelighter from the future is Christina

[tigriswolf]

Disney's The Jungle Book, Mowgli, the wild girl of the wolves

[tigriswolf]

Animorphs, Rachel/Tobias, what would've been changed if they were Reuben and Tonya

[tigriswolf]

RED/White Collar/Inception, Arthur&Neal as Frank's twin daughters, whenever Artie and Nessa team up, the various agencies after them both tremble

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Mama Hummel + Kurt, in another world, Kathryn survived the wreck that killed Burt; their daughter is named Katia

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, Fulcrum did more than one experimental surgery on Bryce... they also turned him into a woman in order to hide him better. Bryce is surprised to find that he doesn't mind as much after he sees how his new body reacts to being near Chuck.

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles/guy!Lydia, after the Alpha is killed, Lydia realizes he wants Stiles. Problem is, Derek considers Stiles his.

Fill

[caseyrocksmore.livejournal.com]

When Lyle wakes up, everything is different. Things smell different, taste different, look different. At first, he doesn’t know where he is or what happened, but then Derek fucking Hale takes a step out of the shadows in his hospital room and things start to make a little more sense.

“What’s going on?” Lyle gulps, the air in the hospital smelling both sterile and infected with a thousand kinds of bacteria. “What’s happening to me?”

“Peter bit you,” Derek says pointedly, his eyes boring into Lyle’s with an intensity Lyle can’t help getting a little lost in. “You’re a werewolf now.”

Lyle lets his head roll back onto the stiff pillow as Derek begins to explain the basics of what is happening and what will happen now. Pack dynamics. Derek is the new Alpha. Scott and Lyle are Betas. Jackson, if he still wants to be changed after this, will either be a Beta or an Omega.

The door opens at the end of this conversation and Scott, Jackson and Stiles all tumble through the door as though they’d been waiting on the other side for Derek to finish. Lyle is about to bark at them all to get out and let him have his freaking privacy— since when is anyone allowed to barge into his hospital room? The security in this place must be terrible— but when he inhales, something changes.

Something deep in Lyle’s chest— the werewolf in him, his addled mind supplies— stirs at the smell of—

Lyle blinks. “Stiles?”

Stiles grins for a moment at being singled out (he’s always had a crush on Lyle, and never tried hard to hide it) and then the smile slips away and he begins a long and rueful apology. Apparently he’d been unable to stop Peter from biting Lyle, though he’d tried. Lyle doesn’t remember that part of the evening at all, but nodded and politely accepted Stiles’ apology.

The wolf inside Lyle wants Stiles; wants to mark his pale white flesh with its teeth, wants to claim him for a mate, wants to bend him other this very bed and fuck him in front of the others to prove his dominance.

Lyle shakes his head and blinks, realising Derek’s eyes are on him again, cold and hard and glowing.

“Will you excuse us for a moment?” Derek growls, and Scott immediately shrinks back. Jackson and Stiles hurry out of the room after Scott, though Stiles throws a questioning glance over his shoulder. The moment the door is closed, Derek springs forward and grabs the front of Lyle’s gown in his claws and shoves him back against the headboard.

“He is mine,” the Alpha says, eyes glowing bright red and fangs elongating before Lyle’s eyes. “I saw the way you looked at him. You had your chance. The boy is mine now.”

“Does he know that?” Lyle demands, sounding more confident than he feels. His heart is pounding, and he instinctively looks away when Derek growls again.

“He will.” Derek lets go of Lyle’s gown and smoothes it down with his once-again human hands. “And it would be best for you not to forget who your Alpha is.”

Lyle’s heart sinks and he looks longingly towards the door. Why hadn’t he asked Stiles out when he had the chance?

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Amy/fem!Rory, this is our fairytale

FILL

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Amy kisses Rory (short for Aurora, but her mother is the only one to call her that) on Rory's seventh birthday, when they're hiding from Mum in the tree in her back yard. Amy kisses her and even in it's innocence it's the most amazing thing she's ever felt.

Then Amy puts her in a headlock and threatens to rip her hair out if she ever tells. Rory's in love.


Rory is fourteen before she gets up the courage to kiss Amy. She spends every second leading up to the kiss imagining the ruin of their friendship, imagining getting punched in the face like Jonathan Williams did when he kissed Amy on a school trip three years ago.

But Amy seems to know what is coming, to understand Rory's hesitance and even though she'd usually push past it, try to force Rory into action, this time she doesn't.

This time she waits, head tilted slightly with a small grin on her face.

It's awkward and amazing and terrifying. When Amy laughs Rory starts to pull away, sure of rejection, but Amy grabs her and pulls her into another, deeper kiss.

"I've been waiting ages for you to do that." Amy says when they break apart.

For years it's perfect. The two of them against the world.

At least in Amy's mind though Rory's noticed that most people either accept the two of them or shrug it off as none of their buisiness.

Some of the kids at shool made jeering remarks that they'd always known the two of them were dykes but very few said anything negative to Amy or Rory's face after Amy broke Timothy Hutton's jaw and Rory ripped out a fairly large chunk of Samantha Gerald's lovely blonde hair.

They grew older and Rory went to medical school, falling in to nursing over a secretly harbored jealousy against the only man who might take Amy away from her.

As Rory fell into bed the night before their civil ceremony was to take place she felt her life could not get more like a fairytale if Amy's mad alien godfather showed up to bless them with his doctorly wisdom.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, m!Rachel +/ Cassie, best friends

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Percy Weasley, It was just one more of the twins' pranks that temporarily turned him into a girl. Why shouldn't he have a bit of fun with it while still stuck?

[peaceformizu.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel&Dean&Sam, How would Sam and Dean's reaction be different to the archangel/trickster, if Gabriel had a female vessel.

Fill: I was distracted by the cute

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

The Trickster is tiny and not the least bit intimidating. She has mischievous green eyes, light brown hair that falls in delicate curls to her shoulders, a button nose, and soft pink lips. She wears jeans, dark pumps, and a white woolen sweater. Personally, Sam thinks she's adorable. It's hard to believe that she's killed two men and arranged for a kid to be anally probed by aliens.

Truth be told, Sam still can't fully believe it. It just seems so wrong that somebody that cute could be responsible for any of these things. Yet all the evidence points to her, and it's not like she's denying any of it. She's just standing there, quietly munching on a bar of chocolate as Dean carelessly asks if she's causing trouble because it's that time of the month.

The Trickster rolls her eyes in exasperation. "Why are men so unoriginal?" she asks the universe. She then snaps her fingers and Dean's crotch catches fire. "Now that is originality!"

Sam would laugh if Dean wasn't calling for him to help put his crotch out. Suddenly this petite woman being the Trickster isn't such a ludicrous idea after all.

[peaceformizu.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any Doctor, Regenerating into a woman.
(For some reason I also really want to see Jack's reaction to this. )

[death-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker!boy/Ellie Spencer (Eliot Spencer!girl), attraction

[winter-rogue.livejournal.com]

Inception, girl!Arthur/Eames, I never loved nobody fully / always one foot on the ground

Fill: I eat gender stereotypes for breakfast

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Julie Arthur had been a tom-boy growing up and when she attended her high school prom in a tux, everyone in town had read that as confirmation that she was a lesbian rather than that she disliked dresses.

That had put paid to any potential love life there, but she had been just as happy to not have any ties to that life. She had plans.

She kept her feet on the ground and she was going places and had no time for love and little interest in men who wanted girls.

Once she had left the army (they hadn't known what to do with her either and her dress uniform had involved a skirt), she had found her place as a scarily competent criminal planner. She wore suits.

Despite the fact that she never actually hid her gender, the type of people who hit on her changed from being men who wanted girls to men who wanted boys. It wasn't an improvement.

Eames, though... Eames was different. He was a slob who was more comfortable in a dress than Arthur had ever been. He was a man who could be a woman in a way that most men couldn't or wouldn't.

Most of the others assumed that made him gay. Arthur still kicked herself for making the same assumption when he had flirted with her. She had turned him down sharply and repeatedly.

She had finally been fed up when he had continued to flirt shamelessly while she was trying to work on a job. She had sat back, and told him directly that "I would have expected someone in your position, Mr. Eames, to correctly identify the gender of your target."

He had looked surprised. "Darling Arthur, what makes you think I haven't?"

"But. You." It had been a long time since something had truly thrown her like that simple question.

"You like wearing suits, and dislike dresses--except when they are painted onto one of my own voluptuous bodies--and I desperately want to do all sorts of athletic things with your body that require neither."

"Hmm." Arthur had contemplated this new piece of information. She liked to analyze new information and figure out the implications before making any decisions.

"We work in dreams, darling, we eat gender stereotypes for breakfast. But sex is still a whole lot of fun."

She didn't think she had ever had sex with someone who knew who and what she was.

"Very well, my hotel room, after dinner. But not during work hours." She had turned back to her work, but not before seeing Eames grin.

She hid her own in her papers.

[coldfiredragon.livejournal.com]

DC Comics, Gender-bent Dick Grayson, playing the town, and his fellow Titans, without telling them who he really is. For the fun of it he wants to see who figures it out first and how long it takes them.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Torchwood, Jack, In an alternate reality he's a girl

No fill but...

[peaceformizu.livejournal.com]

I can so see him doing Jack/fem!Jack. That would just be... wow.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/girl!Danny + Grace, someone confuses Steve for Grace's dad

Fill: Looking the part

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Being with Steve was, in some ways, just as difficult as being with Richard had been. Steve was tall and slender and built and just plain gorgeous. Danny... wasn't.

Danny was a short and loud-mouthed and no one at her old precinct had ever understood why tall handsome Richard with his gorgeous accent had ever dated much less married her. She doubted anyone at the new precinct would ever guess or even believe evidence that she was now with Steve.

She was fine with her body. She had a great body. When she dressed to impress, she was damned impressive. She had the kind of curves to make a grown man drool. (As the saying went: She was broad where a broad should be broad.) And she had a right hook that could take down criminals and drooling idiots alike.

But if she wanted to be taken seriously in the workplace she wore suits to cover the T&A and got right into people's faces with words and gestures. She was a detective and a good one, and if that meant that she was just one of the guys that was just fine.

But, well, there were trade offs and even if she was happy with what she had, there were times when she was very aware of what she didn't.

No one, beside her, was surprised when Richard left her. She didn't look like someone who could be Richard's wife any more than she looked like someone who could be Steve's lover.

Which is why it's so surprising when the guy at the restaurant Steve was showing her and Grace had told Steve that "If your daughter get's bored, she can play in the courtyard while the food is prepared."

Steve had turned to ask Grace whether she wanted to play and Danny had just sat there, not sure what to say.

She was Grace's mother. That had to be obvious. Grace looked like Danny, or at least a lot more like Danny than she looked like Steve. Grace raced off to play, still in sight of their table, and Steve gave Danny a look.

"What?"

"You look like something happened. What's the matter?"

"The waiter thought you were Grace's father."

"Yeah?" Steve looked blank, like he didn't know where she was going with this.

"He thought we were Grace's parents. He thought we were a couple."

"Uh Danny, we are a couple. We're not exactly subtle about it."

"Oh come on, no one thinks we're a couple! We don't look like a couple!"

Steve looked blank again, but this time like maybe Danny had said the wrong thing. "I think we look like a couple. I think we are a couple."

Okay, maybe she had said the wrong thing, but still, she waved that away. "Yes, yes, we're a couple, but aside from the guys saying we argue like a married couple, we don't look like it. You know we don't."

Steve got one of those looks on his face. He checked to see that Grace was fine outside and not paying any attention to them at the window, which really should have been a clue that he was going to reach out and pull her into his lap.

She made an undignified squawk, and started telling him off.

He smiled at her and she paused her rant. It was a pause, not a stop, she wasn't sure if she was ready to stop, but... "What?"

"We definitely look like a couple."

And okay, Danny thought, sitting in his lap, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her hips, perhaps he had a point there.

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, any, the profile had been correct in everything except the gender of the unsub