Fic Idea - Werewolf!Michael Fassbender
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seren_ccdSo, I was walking back from lunch, letting my mind wander and remembered a picspam ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robanybody did a month or so back, which included Michael Fassbender and Karen Gillan.
I've also recently rediscovered my love for Remus Lupin. So, I thought, 'Why hasn't Michael Fassbender played a werewolf? He'd be PERFECT! All angsty and growly and smexy.'
Then I thought, 'And Karen would play this awesome pub owner in this weird, supernatural Welsh village where everyone was just a little off.'
So... Yeah. I have no time really to write this, I'd like to point out, although maybe it could be next year's Nanowrimo.
I did, however, write small snippet.
Characters:
Evan - A werewolf
He stumbles onto the village one night during his transformation and ends up hanging around.
Hannah - Owner of the village pub
She's a transplant to the village when an eccentric uncle left her his old pub. She often takes in strays. Evan kind of intrigues her.
Small snippet:
When he woke it was to the sound of someone humming along to Blondie on the radio. He cracked an eye open and saw a blur of red in front of a sink. He drifted off just as they started to sing along to the chorus.
call me! on the line, call me, call me anytime
The next time he woke up, the Clash had replaced Blondie and the blur of red was right in front of him. Sitting in a rocking chair. Knitting. The blur was most definitely a woman with amazingly ginger hair and bright eyes.
“Afternoon,” she said, her lips quirking into a smile, the click of the needles not stopping for a second.
“Hi,” he croaked out. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hello.”
Evan tried to maneuver himself into a sitting up position and she just watched him calmly. He looked around the room. It was obviously a sitting room and he was lying on the couch. He looked down and cringed at his lack of shirt. He must have ripped it off the night before. Which explained the scratches on his chest.
“I’d hate to see the other fella,” the woman said. “Or did you do it to yourself when you transformed?”
Evan snapped his head to look at her so quickly, his vision blurred. “What?”
“What what?” she asked, setting her knitting aside and getting up to make him a cup of tea. “You’re clearly a shapeshifter of some sort. I know the signs.” He stared as she poured tea from a purple teapot into a mug that proclaimed to be a Liverpool football supporter. She added a dollop of milk to the mug and handed it to him. Evan instinctively took the mug and sipped.
“So, what are you?” she asked sitting down with her own mug.
“I’m not--” he tried to protest. She just rolled her eyes.
“Fine. You’re not. You just happened to be out for a walk in the woods on a night with a full moon, then turn up on my front porch with gashes on your chest and no clothes on,” she said. “This is a normal Thursday night for you, is it?”
“I didn’t know your place was here,” he said softly. “I just drove and thought I was in the forest.”
“The village does sort of sneak up on you,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Evan.”
“I’m Hannah,” she said. “You sound a little Irish.”
“You sound a little Scottish,” he retorted taking another sip of his tea.
“‘Cause I am,” she said. She frowned. “One of your cuts has reopened.”
Before Evan could say anything, she was there with a damp cloth pressing against the wound. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as the scent of her invaded his head. She smelled of tea and earth and citrus and... Guinness? His eyes opened.
“You don’t have to--” he said reaching up to grab her hand.
“I know I don’t have to,” she said. “But, you’ve got a cute girl tending to your wounds and making you tea. Personally, I’d milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.”
Evan felt a smile creep up on him. “I’m a werewolf,” he said surprising himself.
“I thought so,” Hannah said. She replaced the cloth with a bandage and sat down once again in the rocking chair. “Miles down the road is a shapeshifter, but he doesn’t look as banged up as you do in the mornings.”
“There are more of -- us?” Evan asked.
“Lots more,” Hannah said. “And you all get drawn here at some point or another. Some say it’s because of the standing stones in the middle of town. Some say it’s the leylines joining up just right. Others say there’s something in the water. Who knows?”
“So, you, ah, believe?” he asked.
“Yep.” She took up her knitting. “Seen too much to not, you know?”
“Well, thank you,” he said. “For the tea. And for, ah...”
“Patching you up? Don’t mention it,” she said with a smile. “And don’t think you’re leaving. I doubt your own two legs could support you just now.”
Evan nodded, experimentally flexing his legs and feeling the pull of his muscles falling back into their natural state. He winced at a pain in his lower back. Damn spine realigning.
He moved this way and that and asked, “So, what are you?”
Hannah grinned. “Oh, I’m the most fearsome creature on earth,” she said. “I own the village pub.”
She winked at him.
****Cue flirting, angst, some violence, some sexin', some drinks, some fun. Some day.
robanybody did a month or so back, which included Michael Fassbender and Karen Gillan.I've also recently rediscovered my love for Remus Lupin. So, I thought, 'Why hasn't Michael Fassbender played a werewolf? He'd be PERFECT! All angsty and growly and smexy.'
Then I thought, 'And Karen would play this awesome pub owner in this weird, supernatural Welsh village where everyone was just a little off.'
So... Yeah. I have no time really to write this, I'd like to point out, although maybe it could be next year's Nanowrimo.
I did, however, write small snippet.
Characters:
Evan - A werewolf
He stumbles onto the village one night during his transformation and ends up hanging around.
Hannah - Owner of the village pub
She's a transplant to the village when an eccentric uncle left her his old pub. She often takes in strays. Evan kind of intrigues her.
Small snippet:
When he woke it was to the sound of someone humming along to Blondie on the radio. He cracked an eye open and saw a blur of red in front of a sink. He drifted off just as they started to sing along to the chorus.
call me! on the line, call me, call me anytime
The next time he woke up, the Clash had replaced Blondie and the blur of red was right in front of him. Sitting in a rocking chair. Knitting. The blur was most definitely a woman with amazingly ginger hair and bright eyes.
“Afternoon,” she said, her lips quirking into a smile, the click of the needles not stopping for a second.
“Hi,” he croaked out. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hello.”
Evan tried to maneuver himself into a sitting up position and she just watched him calmly. He looked around the room. It was obviously a sitting room and he was lying on the couch. He looked down and cringed at his lack of shirt. He must have ripped it off the night before. Which explained the scratches on his chest.
“I’d hate to see the other fella,” the woman said. “Or did you do it to yourself when you transformed?”
Evan snapped his head to look at her so quickly, his vision blurred. “What?”
“What what?” she asked, setting her knitting aside and getting up to make him a cup of tea. “You’re clearly a shapeshifter of some sort. I know the signs.” He stared as she poured tea from a purple teapot into a mug that proclaimed to be a Liverpool football supporter. She added a dollop of milk to the mug and handed it to him. Evan instinctively took the mug and sipped.
“So, what are you?” she asked sitting down with her own mug.
“I’m not--” he tried to protest. She just rolled her eyes.
“Fine. You’re not. You just happened to be out for a walk in the woods on a night with a full moon, then turn up on my front porch with gashes on your chest and no clothes on,” she said. “This is a normal Thursday night for you, is it?”
“I didn’t know your place was here,” he said softly. “I just drove and thought I was in the forest.”
“The village does sort of sneak up on you,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Evan.”
“I’m Hannah,” she said. “You sound a little Irish.”
“You sound a little Scottish,” he retorted taking another sip of his tea.
“‘Cause I am,” she said. She frowned. “One of your cuts has reopened.”
Before Evan could say anything, she was there with a damp cloth pressing against the wound. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as the scent of her invaded his head. She smelled of tea and earth and citrus and... Guinness? His eyes opened.
“You don’t have to--” he said reaching up to grab her hand.
“I know I don’t have to,” she said. “But, you’ve got a cute girl tending to your wounds and making you tea. Personally, I’d milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.”
Evan felt a smile creep up on him. “I’m a werewolf,” he said surprising himself.
“I thought so,” Hannah said. She replaced the cloth with a bandage and sat down once again in the rocking chair. “Miles down the road is a shapeshifter, but he doesn’t look as banged up as you do in the mornings.”
“There are more of -- us?” Evan asked.
“Lots more,” Hannah said. “And you all get drawn here at some point or another. Some say it’s because of the standing stones in the middle of town. Some say it’s the leylines joining up just right. Others say there’s something in the water. Who knows?”
“So, you, ah, believe?” he asked.
“Yep.” She took up her knitting. “Seen too much to not, you know?”
“Well, thank you,” he said. “For the tea. And for, ah...”
“Patching you up? Don’t mention it,” she said with a smile. “And don’t think you’re leaving. I doubt your own two legs could support you just now.”
Evan nodded, experimentally flexing his legs and feeling the pull of his muscles falling back into their natural state. He winced at a pain in his lower back. Damn spine realigning.
He moved this way and that and asked, “So, what are you?”
Hannah grinned. “Oh, I’m the most fearsome creature on earth,” she said. “I own the village pub.”
She winked at him.
****Cue flirting, angst, some violence, some sexin', some drinks, some fun. Some day.
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Date: 2010-09-28 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 02:10 pm (UTC)“You sound a little Scottish,” he retorted taking another sip of his tea.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love this already and it's just a little snippet. I will probably devour the entire story and love it because werewolves and pub owners and flirting, oh my!
I will post Michael and Karen picspams from here till Sunday if you need encouragement to write it. :-****
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:30 pm (UTC)And why hasn't Michael Fassbender played a werewolf? He's so well-suited to it.
Yay! Picspams! This is totally your fault.
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:39 pm (UTC)Maybe Fassbender will play a werewolf someday! Hell, he's already playing one of the most famous mutants ever, so it's only a matter of time.
(Truth: if Fassbender has been in The Wolfman instead of Benicio del Toro, I would've watched it multiple times, despite how bad it was.)
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 02:31 pm (UTC)But, I'm delighted to know there are folks out there who would read it! :D Thank you!
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:50 pm (UTC)PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WORK ON IT!!!!!
Please? Seriously... you don't want to see my pouty face!
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Date: 2010-09-28 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 12:07 am (UTC)He certainly couldn't be worse than the actor they picked to play Lupin in the movies.
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Date: 2010-09-29 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-27 01:10 am (UTC)And this was so freaking fun: love the completely nonplussed way she deals with the stray. I'm not sure I'd be that calm with nekid!Fassbender on my porch...