AU Drabble Cycle - Stargate - Werewolves & Magic/Witchcraft
Title: Morning After
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Jennifer/Teyla
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Werewolves
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Jennifer wouldn’t call herself a ‘lone wolf’ in the figurative sense. She has friends, who she does things with - when she isn’t busy pulling long shifts at the hospital.
Except they’re all humans. Who have no idea that, once a month, she wakes up in the middle of nowhere, alone and generally freezing - hoping that she didn’t eat anybody last night, and that she can find her clothes before encountering some eagerly early-rising hiker, or something.
When Jennifer feels the chill of wind on her face, and hears it whip through the boughs above, the morning after November’s full moon, she expects more of the same. Until she notices that something - someone - warm is curled against her back, and a heavy blanket is draped over both of them. There’s also the distinct whiff of campfire, close by.
She turns in Teyla’s arms - scattered memories flashing back to her. Frosted leaves crunching beneath their paws. Racing through bushes and between trees. Playfully leaping at each other. Actually enjoying her wolf-dom, for the first time.
Still, she gets a sinking feeling, when she peers over at the fire pit and supplies.
“It belonged to my pack,” Teyla assures. Of course it did. The other wolf hasn’t been lone for long, and isn’t, really - if she can ever track down where the others went. Jennifer plans to help her with that, if she can.
For now, she sinks back down and rests her head on Teyla’s shoulder, before the trek back to civilization.
Title: More-Than-Friendly Rivalry
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 (Crossover w/ Harry Potter... as it's a Hogwarts AU.)
Pairing: Sam/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Magic/Witchcraft
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Samantha Carter had nearly been a Hatstall. She’d sat on that stool for ages, before it finally decided to go with Gryffindor, rather than Ravenclaw.
It had been right, for the most part. Sure, she was top of her year in almost every subject - but she’d also gained a reputation for being quite brave and daring, and not just on the Quidditch pitch. Which was why it made absolutely no sense that, despite Sam’s vow that she would talk to her, next Hogsmeade weekend, already, she still... had not.
‘Her’ being Slytherin’s latest Seeker - who was currently sitting alone, a few tables over, scrawling something down with a fancy quill.
Anyone else would’ve been furious at the brunette in the green-and-silver scarf, who’d swiped the Snitch right out from under Sam’s own Seeker’s nose. But nope, apparently, awkward crush was the way to go.
Finished, Vala prodded her wand at the paper napkin, which folded itself into a small dragon and flapped over to land by Sam’s Butterbeer.
The next time you hopelessly fancy someone, try not to stare at them for so long they eventually take pity on you and make the first move first. Or do. Just get over here and have a drink with me, already.
Ps, you’re buying.
Pps, I totally made you miss that last goal.
Sam glanced up, caught her eye, and decided to do as the note requested. This was either going to be a terrible idea, or a great one.
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Jennifer/Teyla
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Werewolves
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Jennifer wouldn’t call herself a ‘lone wolf’ in the figurative sense. She has friends, who she does things with - when she isn’t busy pulling long shifts at the hospital.
Except they’re all humans. Who have no idea that, once a month, she wakes up in the middle of nowhere, alone and generally freezing - hoping that she didn’t eat anybody last night, and that she can find her clothes before encountering some eagerly early-rising hiker, or something.
When Jennifer feels the chill of wind on her face, and hears it whip through the boughs above, the morning after November’s full moon, she expects more of the same. Until she notices that something - someone - warm is curled against her back, and a heavy blanket is draped over both of them. There’s also the distinct whiff of campfire, close by.
She turns in Teyla’s arms - scattered memories flashing back to her. Frosted leaves crunching beneath their paws. Racing through bushes and between trees. Playfully leaping at each other. Actually enjoying her wolf-dom, for the first time.
Still, she gets a sinking feeling, when she peers over at the fire pit and supplies.
“It belonged to my pack,” Teyla assures. Of course it did. The other wolf hasn’t been lone for long, and isn’t, really - if she can ever track down where the others went. Jennifer plans to help her with that, if she can.
For now, she sinks back down and rests her head on Teyla’s shoulder, before the trek back to civilization.
Title: More-Than-Friendly Rivalry
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 (Crossover w/ Harry Potter... as it's a Hogwarts AU.)
Pairing: Sam/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Magic/Witchcraft
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Samantha Carter had nearly been a Hatstall. She’d sat on that stool for ages, before it finally decided to go with Gryffindor, rather than Ravenclaw.
It had been right, for the most part. Sure, she was top of her year in almost every subject - but she’d also gained a reputation for being quite brave and daring, and not just on the Quidditch pitch. Which was why it made absolutely no sense that, despite Sam’s vow that she would talk to her, next Hogsmeade weekend, already, she still... had not.
‘Her’ being Slytherin’s latest Seeker - who was currently sitting alone, a few tables over, scrawling something down with a fancy quill.
Anyone else would’ve been furious at the brunette in the green-and-silver scarf, who’d swiped the Snitch right out from under Sam’s own Seeker’s nose. But nope, apparently, awkward crush was the way to go.
Finished, Vala prodded her wand at the paper napkin, which folded itself into a small dragon and flapped over to land by Sam’s Butterbeer.
The next time you hopelessly fancy someone, try not to stare at them for so long they eventually take pity on you and make the first move first. Or do. Just get over here and have a drink with me, already.
Ps, you’re buying.
Pps, I totally made you miss that last goal.
Sam glanced up, caught her eye, and decided to do as the note requested. This was either going to be a terrible idea, or a great one.