#shapeshifter!au

[karlachismylife]

The Queen of the Clan || Series masterlist

When you decide to shake up your life a bit and partake in a trip with a documentary crew, you have no idea that meeting an unnaturally friendly hyena and have it mark your backpack would be only the beginning of weird things to come. Whatever will you do when a leaderless clan of four male hyenas chooses you as their matriarch?

CW: hyena shapeshifters 141 au, fem!reader, written with chubby!reader in mind, general MDNI. Will be adding tags as the story progresses.

Part 1: Spotted Your first big animal encounter goes a little bit wrong. Or does it?

Part 1.5: [redacted] Johnny tells the rest.

Part 2: Tough Spot While trying to get over your things being ruined and get back to work, you find a new human friend. And four non-human ones. Which can save your life though?

Part 3: Blind Spot A respectful ghostly guest guards you through an important mission to pee in the middle of the night.

Part 3.5: [redacted] Simon comes back to the den.

Part 4: A Spot of Lunch You forget about your weird feeling for a moment, when two playful furry babies come visit and bring a gift.

Part 5: Spot on the Mark You have an unexpected visitor on a night stakeout.

Part 6: Local Spot A short procedural delay sends you back to your temporary home at the sanctuary, and a friend shows you around.

Part 6.5: [redacted] Coming soon.

Singular spin-offs/AUs to the AU

Hyena Cerberus!Ghost headcanons (headcanons, hyena!Cerberus!Ghost, poly 141 + poly141 x gn!reader elements, fluff, 1345 words) - what if we combine Alone operator skin with hyena!Ghost?

It's a Trap! (oneshot, hyena!soapgaz x fem!chubby!reader, fluff, 1109 words) - Soap and Gaz are willing to help you with a late evening task in the sanctuary... or are they?

Tale of Four Danaës Coming soon.

If you want to be tagged in each part of the series, comment under this post! Keep in mind that this series will contain NSFW moments, so minors and ageless blogs DNI!

All headers and dividers used in the series by @saradika-graphics

[wylldebee]

Shapeshifter!MC and shapeshifter!Alex purring in human form whenever they kiss <3

[kalpeavaris]

We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames We can't look back for nothin' Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you everything

Finally finished the second illustration for the Shapeshifter!AU - this one is tied to the story surrounding the AU, sadly I do not have a finished draft for this particular scene ready yet :') So I'll give a short summary of the context for this scene: As Benji is an avian shifter, he is able to shift parts of his body at once, including his wings. He always hid this side of him from everyone to not cause trouble or getting arrested as... well, we all know the gouvernment. They'd be very interested to experiment on something they've never seen before, won't they? Putting your trust into people seems like a bad idea sometimes. It was more of a slip up for Benji as he showed his wings in the presence of other IMF members which caused more trouble than he could imagine. Why would they react this way? Well... because the only other known avian shifter was Lane and they knew that shifters of the same species are often times drawn to each other for unknown reasons. Fearing that Benjis presence would leak their position to Lane, he was put under arrest and given over to the CIA. This decision would prove to be the worst they could've ever done, but it was final and it cost the IMF a valueable member - and Benji a wing. His trust destroyed in his own people who would sell him out over some fear that couldn't even be proven to begin with, he knew he had one person to go to... and this person was very keen on getting him out.

[onedivinemisfit]

Woodsmoke and fear~ he can’t ever know

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[alolanrain]

Motherfucker please. If Ash can toss trees like a javelin as a 10 year old human child he can absolutely swing a wiffle bat as a joltik.

I’m sorry I can’t fucking see it-

[moltenraider]

Some Touichi stuffs from the shapeshifters!Au

[elyakseyerss]

SO IMAGINE A HAIKYUU FANFIC (Akaashi’s POV)

Like okay, there’s a lot. But Shapeshifter fic. (I know this also has a lot of fic)

But like imagine Akaashi, ex-soldier Akaashi, who was thrown away or was taken as POW when a storm hit the ship he was on. He somehow manages to survive and end up in a strange looking island surrounded by Fukurodani crew and Karasuno squad. He was taken to see the Grand King and was assigned to the leader of the Fukurodani clan, which is BOKUTOWL

But like they totally don’t trust him and stuff so he got poisoned where he died for a few minutes only for him to GASP and open his eyes which looked like owl eyes and pass out again. While unconscious he didn’t know his body was contorting into weird angles and that his flesh SPLIT OPEN and bloody bones was quickly forming, along with muscles and tissues. Bokuto was Not Amused by the fact that Akaashi was poisoned and ordered a search for who did it and continued fretting in the fact that Akaashi. Has. His. Back. Split. Open. And that flesh and his flesh and bones was slowly forming ... wing like structures(?)

Bokuto was flabbergasted. He calls for Kuroo, Daichu and begrudgingly Ushijima. Meanwhile, Akaashi woke up and gained consciousness only to wish he wasn’t. His screams reached Bokuto’s ears. He ran back inside the infirmary only to see feathers growing out of Akaashi’s wing like limbs. He stopps Akaashi from ripping it out, at the same time Kuroo, Daichi and Ushijima arrives. They were SHOOK at what was happening. Bokuto explained that Akaashi was poisoned and that he kinda died for a while before he woke up with golden eyes and weird limbs.

Ushijima theorized that Akaashi might have a dormant shifterblood and that the poison only kills humans not shifters. So with the human side dead, his shifter side had no choice but to ‘awaken’

The Shift ended a few hours after dawn with Akaashi having a pair of wings. He woke up with confusion and pain also... something heavy on his back? He tried to reach out only to realize his hand was tied to the freaking bedpost. He struggles and accidentally ripped the entire headboard sending it flying towards the opening door, and knocking Daichu unconscious. Kuroo was dying of laughter, Bokuto is panicking and Ushijima just looks at the passed out body and walks inside the infirmary. He got closer and Akaashi backed away and threw the next thing he could. Which is a basin filled with dirty and bloody water. He didn’t hit Ushijima but it got the attention of the two people out side the door. Kuroo drags Daichi to one of the beds and also approaches Akaashi.

Bokuto asks how he was doing which he sarcastically answered that he liked being tied on a bed. Kuroo whistled while Ushijima just looks confused. Akaashi touched his back while Bokuto explains that he tried to claw his wings out. Akaashi stopped feeling around his back when he realized that, holy shit I’m holding a feather attached to my back. He tried to pull one out when pain shot up from his back. He looked behind him and saw a flurry of black and brown. It felt weird.

Fast forward a few days, Bokuto was teaching him how to fly and stuff. When he heard that one of the members of Nekoma was injured. The medicine was located on top of a cliff located at the forest-y side of the mountains. It’s impossible to get there unless in human form due to the vines. The smallest in member of the clan couldn’t go because he sprained his ankle. The King heard of the news and decided to let Akaashi prove it to show his loyalty. He begrudgingly did but on his way back, he was attacked by something black with red eyes. He tried to climb higher and higher till he reached the highest part of the cliff which is a giant tree that has a lot of vines. Below the cliff, the shifters waited anxiously but was confused when they saw Akaashi go up rather than go down. Kuroo poointed towards a black spot that followed Akaashi up. Bokuto quickly transformed into his owl form and went up. Akaashi tried to get away only to get stuck in the vines. He panicked and the thing reached it claws to swipe at Akaashi, it caused his leg to bleed and he got more tangled with the vines. His unfolded wings were stuck in an awkward position. He saw the thing was about to slash when he slashed first with the knife he used to gather the herbs. Coincidentally he also slashed the vines holding him.

He fell and unconsciously closed his eyes praying for a swift death. Bokuto was almost at the there when he saw Akaashi freefalling. Everyone was holding their breath. A few of the Karasuno and Shiratorizawa clan shifted and raced forward to catch Akaashi. Akaashi felt something other that fear in his gut and embraced that feeling, thinking it was acceptance towards his death. Instead, he was suddenly shifting into his owl form. It didn’t hurt more that the first one but the brightness did hurt his eyes. He lost his balance a bit but the gliding slowly lowered his descent which is the reason why Bokuto managed to swoop in and catch him. He panicked but saw familiar golden eyes staring at him. Together with the few shifters who was about to catch him, they went back to the ground. And even on owl form, the herbs he took was still clutched in his claws.

Fast forward a few months, there is war. The black blob that attacked Akaashi was a demon. It’s clan was slowly wrecking havoc across the lands. Clan leaders and soldiers were called to launch an attack before it could make worse impact at the lands.

A few weeks have passed that with Akaashi reading all of the books they have in the Fukurodani collections. One of the books opened a passage which led him to the question how thick the tree trunk is. He followed it down and saw more books one that mentioned the first clans and their creations. One clan dabbled into the dark arts that caused other clans to isolate them. The next ruler was driven into madness and used the dark arts on all of his subjects. He quickly took the book and raced to the castle.

He arrived but was stopped because he didn’t have an audience with the king. He quickly transformed into his owl form and searched the castle for the king. He heard his voice and followed it only to barge in a war meeting. He ignored the stares and the growls and threw the book at the table. It stopped in front of the Grand King. He took it and sarcastically raised an eyebrow. He was held by palace guards now when he shouted that it was the Dateko Clan. Instead of pacifying the king, it seemed to enrage him more, he quickly ordered his men to confirm this and if true, kill them regardless. Akaashi screamed at him that the rest of the clan were just puppets to the leader and that killing the leader would be enough to lift the spell.

He was almost ignored until one of them, the gray haired one, asked if it was true. He replied with yes and it was considered. He was dragged out of the room and was put in a room, chained to the bed, temporarily. He looked at the window and saw dozens of people were shifting into their animal forms like felines, wolves and birds. He wondered if it was too late. The door opened and he saw the king. He stood up and just looked at him. The king approached and ordered the guard to release him. He was then given a silver dagger.

It turns out, while he still very much wants to slaughter the entire clan to have certain victory and safety, the gray haired guy and Bokuto begged for him to reconsider. Which he did. But only if Akaashi managed to kill the leader within an hour after they launched the attack. While most were unconvinced, Bokuto volunteered at guarding Akaashi. He was uncertain but with the pressure knowing that dozens and maybe hundreds of lives were at his shoulder, he took the dagger and set off to the sky.

They did manage to find the leader. But it was proving a bit impossible to defeat him. Ten minutes before the end of the given time, Akaashi was clutched by his wings and Bokuto was thrown away somewhere. The dagger was still sheathed inside and hidden inside his boots, when Bokuto came back and launched a spear directly towards it. It hit it on the forehead which caused it to loosen a bit of its grip on Akaashi’s wing. He took the chance and swing forward, ignoring the burn in this back, and stabbed it hard in the eye. It squeezed its fist hard that he actually heard his bone crack before falling face down and firmly impaling the dagger. Akaashi felt dizzy from the pain in this body. Faintly, he can see Bokuto trying to talk to him but he was so tired, and in pain. So he closed his eyes.

Five years have passed since the battle against the dark clan, which was now Dateko, the armadillo clan occurred. Akaashi sat at the top of a tree, swinging his legs while eating an apple. It’s been years since he last flew and despite the fact that he only had wings for a year, it felt like a piece of his soul was ripped out. He continued eating when he saw a small child climb a pine tree. He straightened up and was about to tell the kid to go down when the branch snapped. He didn’t think. His body moved and before he knew it, he felt blinding pain that he felt momentarily blind before diving to save the kid. Meanwhile Bokuto, along with Kuroo and Daichi was on their way to Bokuto’s office when they heard a branch fell and a high pitch scream. They looked right and saw a kid falling, They quickly transformed when they saw Akaashi mid transformation dive and catches the kid. He wrapped his wings around the kid and hugged it tight. Bokuto flew faster but he didn’t reach him in time. He saw Akaashi angle his body upright and opened his wings. He saw the look on his face when his wings were fighting against the wind and the pressure. But something beautiful happened. Akaashi flapped his wings awkwardly a few time and slowly glided down. He set the kid down and crumpled in pain. They quickly rushed towards him and saw him clutching his back. Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off Akaashi’s wing that was slowly realigning itself. Years of not transforming, and here he is, healing very fast and very painful. He took him towards the infirmary and despite the pain that Akaashi felt on the way, he realized that it was worth it saving the kid and that he should probably try to focus more on Bokuto’s arms than the burning on his back. It reminded him of how his life changed when he felt this pain, maybe it’ll change again this time too.

[lj-todd]

That Orm smirking/sneering/taunting captive Arthur set is giving me such Aegon/Jon feels!

(Went with a magic!AU vibe for this one, Nonnie. Hope you enjoy it!)Aegon sat on his throne, staring down at the monstrous white wolf chained before him, a wolf that had been damn near impossible for even the elite of his Kingsguard to take alive.The wolf was large as a horse, with snow white fur and blazing red eyes, and it took heavy chains, held by Aegon’s own magic, to hold it. The heavy collar about the wolf’s neck had required three men to lift and it pained a part of Aegon to have had to resort to this but the War with the North had raged for nearly two years and people were dying and this, his advisers claimed, would help end the war.“You have been brought here, son of House Stark,” Aegon declared, staring down at the wolf, which growled and showed its vicious looking fangs. Fangs that had maimed his own great-uncle during its capture. “As a hostage. You will serve as the weight needed to force your father to end this war. To kneel retreat his armies north of the Neck and remain there as the Kings of Winter have since the time of Aegon the Conqueror.”The wolf growled again and suddenly lunged forward, the chains straining and it came to sharp halt only when it had no more chain behind it. People gasped, crying out in fear of the creature breaking free, and Aegon struggled to hold his magic, to hold the chains.

Slowly, Aegon rose from his throne, ignoring the warning look from his mother, who watched the wolf carefully, her own magic beginning to hum in the air around her. He descended the steps, moving closer to the wolf, until he was just inches from it and its lethal jaws.“You will be unharmed,” the young King assured, still struggling to keep his magic laced with the chains. “And you will be returned to the North once all demands are met.”The wolf growled, its gaze burning like fire, and Aegon stared it down, knowing full well that it could be a poor idea to do so. Wolves, especially those of House Stark, did not respond well to challenge.He was surprised when the wolf suddenly changed, it’s form twisting and shifting, the first time it had done so since being taken by his knights.He was surprised to see a young man, still shackled, his magic adjusting collar and shackles to properly fit the now human form and he blinked. The young man, perhaps only a year younger than himself, had pale skin and dark hair with eyes the color of chipping grey ice. This was not the prisoner he had been told had been brought from the front.“You are not Prince Robb,” he said in shock, trying to remember which of the sons of House Stark this could be.Those cold grey eyes burned and the young man growled, sounding still very much like his wolf form.“No,” he snarled. “I am not.”“Then who…”“Jaehaerys. My name is Jaehaerys. Though I prefer Jon.”Aegon felt a jolt run through him. Jaehaerys. His father’s son with Princess Lyanna Stark. His half-brother. A brother, his spies had whispered, was, like Aegon, like nearly all members of Targaryen blood, was a mage. And yet the dark haired man clearly shifted. Was clearly, like his mother’s family, a wolf.“Jaehaerys,” Aegon whispered the name and felt conflict run through him.He had never met his brother before. But he had wanted to. He had longed for it. Had dreamed of it. And now here Jaehaerys was. A prisoner. A hostage. Taken to be used in a pawn to stop a war brought about because their uncle, stupid fool that he was, had tried to force King Eddard to bend to Targaryen rule. Something not even their ancestor, Aegon, had been able to do with the mighty dragons he had commanded. Dragons that House Targaryen no longer had.“I’ve got a better idea than keeping me in a cage until my uncle bends, because I can assure you that he won’t,” Jaehaerys…no, Jon, he said he preferred to be called Jon. “We can settle this the old way. You and me, big brother.”Aegon hated the way Jon sneered those last two words. Had his brother no love for him at all? Had Jon never sought to meet him as he had? Had Jon never wondered what sort of relationship they might have had? Was the burning cold in those grey eyes simply because of being taken prisoner or was it because Jon found himself with the son of the man who had exiled him to the North for his entire life?“Jon…” Aegon shook his head. “I’m not going to fight my brother in some useless contest that will end in bloodshed.”“Then let me go.”Again, Aegon shook his head.“I cannot,” he said. “You…Even if you were not my brother, you make too good a bargaining chip to end the war. It’s not secret that King Eddard loves you as he loves his own children. He’ll withdraw back to the North in order to secure your safety.”Jon let out a low sound, a rumble, and in a move that shocked everyone, especially Aegon, the chains and collar holding him shattered, his magic pulsing through the air like a freezing wind and Aegon, reflexively, instinctively, took a step back.“I am not some pawn to be moved about a chessboard,” Jon growled, eyes slowly changing, the grey melting away to red. “And I don’t care if you’re my brother or not. I may have been born Jaehaerys Targaryen but I was raised Prince Jon Stark of Winterfell.”Jon turned, growling, making people twitch and jerk back even as the Kingsguard fell into formation around Aegon. Those burning red eyes fixed on the young king over Jon’s shoulder and a hint of fang could seen as the younger man spoke.“And I am going home.” He started to walk away, clearly intending to leave, but paused, something or someone in the crowd catching his attention, and something in him seemed to change. The stiffness, the aggression, seemed to bleed from his frame and he sighed before turning back to face Aegon. His eyes were still red and he still looked ready to fight his way out if necessary but there was something else in his gaze that Aegon could not place.“I’ll speak with my uncle,” Jon said. “I can’t promise anything but…” He shook his head and looked away and Aegon quickly followed his gaze, finding he was looking at two children, the sons of Lord Stannis Baratheon, left orphaned because of the war. “I’ll speak with him.”Aegon gave a nod when Jon looked at him again.“Peace talks,” the young King offered. “At Harrenhal. Two weeks from now.”Jon studied him for a moment, silent, and, as Aegon watched, the red faded from those grey eyes. When Jon gave a nod, Aegon couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief as he watched his brother leave.All other peace efforts had thus far failed. But maybe, by doing this, maybe letting Jon be the one to reach out, to push for peace, was the best chance they would have at actually having peace.