Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover
anonymous
October 31 2010, 21:01:39 UTC
...I was just watching this movie last night. And guiltily imagining a crossover with Sherlock. Wherein Sherlock was the Night Fury. Of course, I promptly scolded myself for being silly and tried to put it out of my head.
After reading your prompt, now I'm desperately reminding myself that I've a BB fic in another fandom due in DAYS that I'm very very behind in. (The bunny does not care. I can't make any promises but I might have a fill for you at some point. Because nightfury!Sherlock and reluctantrider!John is pure love.)
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (1)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:23:21 UTC
A/N: Spoilers for the movie. More a crossover than a fusion or anything. Hope this makes you happy, OP -- it's my first fic in this fandom. CRACK.
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There was a dragon following him.
John tucked his hands into his pockets, hoping that it would go away. He’d had quite enough of dragons, really. Quite enough to fill a lifetime and then some.
There was a crash as the dragon hopped onto a fencepost, and then some bleating. A sheep tumbled past him at nineteen-to-the-dozen, baaaing in panic, and there was the leathery ruffle of wings. If John were feeling fanciful, he’d say it was almost - embarrassed.
“You can stop following me,” he said, not turning around. “I don’t care if we’re on friendly terms with your lot. I’m not going to be your friend.”
A disappointed rumble sounded behind him, and John sighed, turning.
“Look,” he began, and then he stopped. It was a Night Fury. It was a bloody Night Fury. And it was looking at him with huge, guileless eyes and a broad, gummy grin. John took a step back
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (2)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:24:29 UTC
Next morning, the dragon was asleep on his front doorstep. It was huge, and black, and it would be completely impossible to climb over, especially with his walking stick. John sighed, poking at its flank with his toe
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (3)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:25:58 UTC
There were flames in John’s head, some nights. Flames and the smell of cooking meat, like a spit roast over an open fire, but he knew that they weren’t real, knew none of it was real. Hiccup had woken up nearly a week ago, and the boy had tried to explain - they were defending themselves, just like we were - but he hadn’t been able to help with why the dragons seemed to be so much better at defence
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (4)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:27:32 UTC
“What’s that?” he asked. He didn’t recognise the sail, and that meant only one thing - invaders. “Sherlock, could you grasp me more securely and then take me over to the ship?”
Sherlock dropped him, and John had about three seconds of oh, wonderful before he realised that the fall was actually going to kill him, and he allowed himself to panic. Sherlock was doing a great looping whirl in the air, and John closed his eyes so that he couldn’t see the rapidly approaching ocean. From this height, it would be like hitting solid-
He hit something solid, and it knocked the breath out of him. He opened his eyes, and saw dark scales, and then his soldier’s instincts kicked in and he held on for grim death. Sherlock didn’t have a saddle or reins, but he didn’t seem to need them as John sat up, the majestic bulk of his body twisting and sinuous under John’s thighs.
“Wow,” said John, softly. “Oh, oh wowSherlock skimmed low over the water, and the adrenaline pumped through John’s veins, making him warm and then cool and relaxing his body into
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (5)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:29:19 UTC
Sherlock pounced, knocking him to the ground, covering John’s body with his own as the Gronckle exploded. The other dragons took off, leaving Sherlock and John alone with the scattered remains of the dead Gronckle. Sherlock nudged John, and then hopped off to nudge at the remains. John wiped a bit of dead dragon from his hair, and then looked at the food that had been left out for the dragons. It smelled of sulfur; only a Gronckle would be stupid enough to eat it. But maybe only a Gronckle was all that was needed - a few Gronckles primed to detonate back at the village would be enough to cause fear and panic. Sherlock took off, leaving John standing in the middle of the disgusting blast radius, folding his arms
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (6)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:31:08 UTC
The last chain went as the smouldering pile got down to whatever they’d added to make the stuff explosive, and John felt the flames lapping at him, just like they did in his nightmares, but this time dark wings enfolded him, keeping the fire out. He buried his face in Sherlock’s scaly neck, listening to Sherlock breathe out soothing noises as the explosion passed. Eventually, Sherlock let his wings drop, and there was a whirring noise from the Gronckle as it flew overhead, taking potshots at the lifeboats
( ... )
Re: How to Train Your Dragon Crossover (6)
anonymous
November 14 2010, 16:23:59 UTC
I've never read these books (or seen the movie), but I could follow this perfectly anyway. Sherlock is perfect as a dragon--dangerous, uncomfortable to cuddle but determined to anyway, and especially determined to protect John. :D
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After reading your prompt, now I'm desperately reminding myself that I've a BB fic in another fandom due in DAYS that I'm very very behind in. (The bunny does not care. I can't make any promises but I might have a fill for you at some point. Because nightfury!Sherlock and reluctantrider!John is pure love.)
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There was a dragon following him.
John tucked his hands into his pockets, hoping that it would go away. He’d had quite enough of dragons, really. Quite enough to fill a lifetime and then some.
There was a crash as the dragon hopped onto a fencepost, and then some bleating. A sheep tumbled past him at nineteen-to-the-dozen, baaaing in panic, and there was the leathery ruffle of wings. If John were feeling fanciful, he’d say it was almost - embarrassed.
“You can stop following me,” he said, not turning around. “I don’t care if we’re on friendly terms with your lot. I’m not going to be your friend.”
A disappointed rumble sounded behind him, and John sighed, turning.
“Look,” he began, and then he stopped. It was a Night Fury. It was a bloody Night Fury. And it was looking at him with huge, guileless eyes and a broad, gummy grin. John took a step back ( ... )
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Sherlock dropped him, and John had about three seconds of oh, wonderful before he realised that the fall was actually going to kill him, and he allowed himself to panic. Sherlock was doing a great looping whirl in the air, and John closed his eyes so that he couldn’t see the rapidly approaching ocean. From this height, it would be like hitting solid-
He hit something solid, and it knocked the breath out of him. He opened his eyes, and saw dark scales, and then his soldier’s instincts kicked in and he held on for grim death. Sherlock didn’t have a saddle or reins, but he didn’t seem to need them as John sat up, the majestic bulk of his body twisting and sinuous under John’s thighs.
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