Dienstag: Shapeshifters
Jul. 24th, 2018 12:01 amWelcome back everybody! I’m
sherlockian_syn and today's creature feature is the shapeshifter. Werewolves? You got it. Other were-creatures? You betcha. Somebody accidentally gained some animal features, like cat ears and a tail? Sure, why not? As long as your prompts deal with characters encountering shapeshifters, becoming shapeshifters, or just talking about shapeshifters, feel free to do as you please.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard (+/ any), John wasn't cured of his Bug form but instead can shift in and out of it at will
+ Any Sherlock Holmes fandom, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, what if the Hound of the Baskervilles was a werewolf?
+ Game of Thrones, any Stark children, seeing through the eyes of their direwolf (either in a dream or by warging)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard (+/ any), John wasn't cured of his Bug form but instead can shift in and out of it at will
+ Any Sherlock Holmes fandom, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, what if the Hound of the Baskervilles was a werewolf?
+ Game of Thrones, any Stark children, seeing through the eyes of their direwolf (either in a dream or by warging)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=shapeshifters
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Date: 2018-07-24 11:16 am (UTC)But she was no normal cat. It had also never been so easy to deter her from wanting his attention. She continued to twine in and out between his feet as he searched the rooftop for clues. She spotted one print before he did. She was surprised to find it, surprised she’d been careless enough to leave anything behind, but she had been in a hurry, knowing he was close behind her and rapidly closing in. She pranced across the roof and carefully swept her tail straight through the print. Even with his genius mind and superb detective skills, he’d never find it now.
She smirked as she sat down and watched him continue prowling across the rooftop, searching desperately for clues. He found no other, and if she had been a human girl, she would have laughed right out loud at him. Thankfully she wasn’t, and he had no clue when a cat laughed. Men were so easy to fool, she thought, watching him work in vain, even those who were brilliant, strong, and knew how to use a woman until she bent to do almost everything that pleased them.
And that was where she constantly messed up, she knew. Now, however, she had a new power, a little secret of which he knew nothing about, a new identity that would help her keep from ever letting him have power over her again. She just had to make certain she maintained it without his notice.
She lifted a paw and began to wash it as though she didn’t care there was a handsome, hard-muscled man dressed like a giant bat on the roof with her. She did not dare to glance openly again at him lest she give in to temptation. But he kept working the rooftop and she kept watching him until, at last, with a heavy sigh sounding his defeat, he shot his Bathook to the next building and swung off in the direction in which he thought she had gone.
Her emerald eyes danced with laughter. She gave him a head start just to make absolutely certain he wasn’t going to double back before crouching down on all fours and beginning her transformation again. Her body grew as her smooth, jet black fur vanished from all but her head and lithe shoulders. Those hairs transformed into human hair and tumbled down her body clad only in a tight, black leather jumpsuit. She was still laughing when her mouth became human again.
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:54 am (UTC)Fill: ACD Holmes
Date: 2018-08-10 07:39 pm (UTC)We crept away, and it was not until he was sure we were at a safe distance from the creature that Holmes began to speak. “Much as it pains me to be responsible for a man’s death, I cannot see we have any alternative but to destroy that beast.”
I tended to agree; the creature had already caused at least two deaths to our certain knowledge, and if we did nothing there was sure to be more. “Unless Stapleton can be reasoned with in some way,” I said.
Holmes shook his head. “I suspect Stapleton is already aware of his condition. If he were it would make sense of some of his actions we saw earlier. No, we must act swiftly, for there is but one more day in which we can do it this month.”
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Date: 2018-07-24 09:13 am (UTC)Fill: Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John
Date: 2018-08-08 05:59 pm (UTC)“Not very practical,” John commented as he picked the table up. He went to make some tea.
He returned from the kitchen carrying the mug of tea. “You know Mrs Hudson doesn’t approve,” he said to the mouse which was on top of the table.
The mouse scurried off into Sherlock’s bedroom and shortly afterwards a tiger padded out.
“Come for tea, have you?” John asked. “You are indeed a magnificent beast.” The tiger managed to look very pleased with itself. “But frankly you take up too much space. Although I could throw some of this mess out to make room for you.” John indicated Sherlock’s clutter which was covering most of the available surfaces.
The tiger snarled and returned to Sherlock’s bedroom.
John switched the television on. The next thing he heard was a loud thud from the bathroom. He went in.
“Sorry,” he said, “I am not sharing the bathroom with a walrus.”
He went back to watching the television, but looked up and smiled as an armadillo trotted out of the bathroom and came to join him.
“Excellent,” John said. “My favourite form.”
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Date: 2018-07-24 12:32 pm (UTC)Fill -- Wolfangel
Date: 2018-07-26 06:35 am (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/15426615
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Date: 2018-07-24 12:35 pm (UTC)Fill 1/4
Date: 2018-07-25 03:00 am (UTC)The first time Rodney woke naked in Major Lorne’s bed, he nearly had a heart attack. He came awake suddenly, startled, but there was no alarm or radio call. He was confused, because he was sleeping on his stomach, and he never slept on his stomach. He realized two things at the same time: he was naked, and he was in an unfamiliar bed in unfamiliar quarters.
Rodney eased himself up onto his haunches as gently and silently as possible and stared down at himself, horrified. Then he looked at the person in bed with him and had to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream.
It was Major Lorne. He slept curled on his side, one hand tucked under his head. In sleep he looked younger, more innocent. Also in sleep he wore a black tank top and dog tags.
Rodney frantically tried to remember what had happened the night before. After supper with his team he’d gone back to the lab to take another gander at the Ancient medical device Lorne’s team has uncovered on a city exploration mission. He’d fired up his laptop, connected it to one of the scanners, and set about running tests. He was pretty sure he’d paused for a coffee break sometime around 2430 AST, then kept on working clear through till about 0100. Major Lorne didn’t feature in his memory at all. Neither did sexytimes in another man’s bed. Most of last night had been a marathon of frustration, because Rodney hadn’t been able to make heads or tails of the stupid Ancient device.
Rodney wasn’t opposed to sexytimes with another man, not even Major Lorne, because the man was good-looking and by all accounts a skilled and generous lover, but he was opposed to sexytimes he couldn’t remember. Had he gotten drunk? Had someone roofied his coffee?
He cast about for his clothes, but there was no sign of them. There was no sign of Major Lorne’s clothes either.
There was, however, a uniform folded on the nightstand. Of course. In case of nighttime muster. Lorne always showed up for emergency muster perfectly turned out.
Rodney, wincing and apologetic, eased out of Lorne’s bed and stole his uniform, tugged it on. Going commando in another man’s clothes was less intimate than borrowing another man’s underwear, even if Rodney had apparently gotten plenty intimate with Lorne last night.
Barefoot and wearing Lorne’s uniform pants and t-shirt, Rodney ducked out of Lorne’s quarters and skedaddled for the nearest transporter. He headed for his own quarters, showered and shaved and dressed for the day. It was about time for him to wake up anyway. Lorne was on second shift, so of course he was still asleep.
How, exactly, could Rodney return his clothes without being weird?
Laundry mix-up. That was his story and he was sticking to it.
Rodney headed to the mess hall, grabbed breakfast to go, and bolted for the lab well ahead of the rest of first shift.
He found his own clothes piled on his workbench beside his laptop. All the color drained out of his face. No. Impossible. Had he and Major Lorne hooked up in the lab?
Only Miko said, “Really, you ought to tell someone about your condition. We can only cover for you for so long.”
For one moment, Rodney was paralyzed with humiliation. His condition. Was she accusing him of being some kind of sex fiend?
Rodney scooped up the clothes, feigning indignation. He almost uttered a Well, I never, but then he saw, beneath the pile of clothes, a handful of silver foil balls.
Miko had been referring to the way he transformed into the Pegasus equivalent of a ferret when he got stressed out. He eyed her, grudgingly grateful. She smiled at him.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute when you transform,” she said.
She thought he’d had an accidental transformation in the lab. That was as good an explanation as any. No one would ask questions, no one would talk to Lorne about it.
“Thank you,” Rodney said. “For the toys.”
He put the little foil balls in the empty candy dish he kept beside his laptop.
Time to work.
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Date: 2018-07-24 12:37 pm (UTC)Fill -- Lucky Dog
Date: 2018-07-26 07:32 am (UTC)“That was the cutest werewolf movie ever!” Trixie enthuses as the credits roll. “Usually werewolves are scary--who would’ve thought a rom-com?”
Supiter smiles at her. “I told you it wasn’t going to be scary,” he reminds her. “And I think it’s a novel twist on the usual ‘man gets bitten and turns into a wolf’ plot. Just imagine being a dog who gets bitten and turned into a man! All of a sudden, he can see really well, but he’s practically nose-blind.”
“It was funny when they found him in the cage at the shelter and turned him loose. But I felt so sorry for him--he couldn’t speak the language or read the signs--” She shakes her head.
Of course, with her dyslexia, that would bother her. “It’s a good thing he met Josie,” Jupe tries to cheer her up. “She understood where he was coming from.”
“I loved how she couldn’t figure out where ‘that dog’ kept coming from,” Trixie giggles. “And then putting him to work as a therapy dog. I think in real life, there’s a little more to it, but it was so good! I got all teary-eyed when little Taylor talked for the first time.”
“I noticed,” Jupe remarks dryly. “Okay, think fast--if I was bitten by a werewolf and turned into a dog, what kind of dog qould I be?”
She tilts her head, looking at him appraisingly. “Big. Dark. One of those big black dogs--”
“Mastiff? Cane Corso? Scottish Deerhound”
“I don’t think so. It’s Canadian…that’s it, a Newfoundland!” She looks smug. “They’re great watchdogs, but they’re also good with kids and they’re very cuddly. What kind of dog would I be, and don’t say ‘poodle’!”
“Poodles are very smart, I’ll have you know. A recent study ranked poodles as the second smartest breed overall, right behind border collies. But if you don’t identify with that--which you ought to!--then how about a cocker spaniel?”
Trixie looks wistful. “Honey had a cocker spaniel when I first met her,” she remembers. “A little black puppy named Bud…and he made a little girl named Sally very happy.” Jupe raises an eyebrow. “Her family had a black cocker that died,” she explains, “so Honey gave him to the Darnells. That was when we were hunting for Jim--I’ve told you about all that.”
“And you grew up with a dog, right?”
“We got Reddy when my brother Bobby was just a baby. Now Bobby’s in junior high--I can’t believe it!--and Reddy has an awful lot of white on his muzzle. Moms says she gives him glucosamine supplements every morning.”
Her smile is tinged with sadness, and Jupe hugs her gently. “He’s spent his whole life surrounded by Beldens? Lucky dog!”
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