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tesla green | bio

name: tesla selene green nicknames: tessie, tess face claim: juno temple pronouns: she/her species: werewolf age: dob: april 24 orientation: bisexual occupation: underground fighter personality (+): personality (-): blurb: there is nothing for a wolf but the pack. or at least that's what she'd been told by her parents before tehy were killed and the pack abandoned her.

born to a pair of scients, who also happened to be werewolves, and the only surviving pup of their litter - she was graced with the name tesla; a common favourite - and underrated - scientist of the pair.

growing up as an only child, and having little interaction with other pups her age (in part due to the pack’s fear of her parents and their work), tesla was unable to socialize effectively, and as such became quite unable to form bonds with others as a typical pup, or even human child might. this resulted in the she-wolf to be quite unable to read social cues and situations. in fear of being shunned and rejected by others the same way their pack did, tesla became aggressive towards others, creating a rift between her and nearly everyone else in the world.

when she was six years old, her parents were killed. the alpha of the pack told her it was an accident; an experiment of theirs gone horribly wrong. tesla didn’t agree. there was nothing to be done though. her parents were gone, and no amount of wishing would change that. as it was, she had expected that she would go live with one of the pack members - after all, there is nothing for a wolf but the pack.

this was far from true though. instead, the alpha gathered a bag of her things, and she grabbed her stuffed rabbit (a gift from her parents on her fourth birthday) and she was whisked away from the only home she’d ever known.

she didn’t know how long they drove, but the further it was, the less familiar she was with the surroundings. when they finally stopped at a gas station along the highway, she asked to use the restroom. when she returned to the exact place she had left the alpha, she found nothing but her bag. the truck was gone. and she was left alone.

before anyone could call the police about an abandoned child, the young tesla left the gas station and ventured into the nearby woods. she didn’t know how long she’d been in those woods for, always on the move - always trying to find her way back to her pack. eventually she made her way towards a large city. this was the first time that she had ever been near a city. hungry, tired, and lonely, tesla attempted to steal from a hotdog cart, but was caught and the police called.

while in the custody of the police, a tall and elegant looking man came into the station. he was well dressed, and his hair was firmly set. it was almost like he was a porcelain doll. tagging along behind him was a young girl, with long blonde hair. this girl looked exactly like the man, her dress was the frilliest thing tesla had ever seen, and her hair was tied back with a ribbon.

it shocked tesla to her core when the girl came over to her. she could smell that there was something off about the other girl, but she didn’t know what. what shocked her even more was that the little girl asked the older mand if they could take tesla home with them.

the man spoke with the police, who told him the situation, and that they hadn’t been able to find her parents or anyone who could come and claim her. she wasn’t sure what exactly happened next - possibly an exchange of money, or something - but suddenly she was being whisked away again, this time by the man and the girl.

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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Hiii could you rec any fics where Erik or Charles or both are vampires and or werewolves?

Thank you so much dear lots of love

I'm so sorry for being so late with this, but in compensation I do have tons of fics that should quench your thirst for some vampire/werewolf cherik. Enjoy!

Vampire

And the Gunslinger Followed – musical_emjay

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hunts the things that go bump in the night.

He’s done so since he was a child, since the first time his mother put a knife in his hand and told him how to use it, told him why he should.

But ten years alone on the road has caught up to him, left him wrung out and longing for a place to rest, recharge, get his head back on straight. Though nowhere has ever truly felt like home, he heads straight for New York City, a place that’s always had more to offer him by way of warmth and comfort than any other. What he finds when he gets there, however, is several miles south of anything approaching restful. Old acquaintances, old memories, and a mysterious stranger who has him forgetting all his rules — Erik soon realizes there are decisions he needs to make, before circumstances intervene and make them for him. Otherwise, he might not like the result.

An Accident of Circumstance – manic_intent

Summary: Secret Santa, for azryal00, prompts: virginity, stalking or vampire AU. Decided to attempt all, in one fic. As part of a reward for his successes in border skirmishes, Sebastian Shaw allows Erik discretion to create a childe of his own, within reason. Erik rebels.

B-Negative – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the 5 Acts thing on livejournal, for toestastegood's 'Vampire AU' Act. This was originally going to be some sort of True Blood parody, but it somehow became a bit more serious. :/

Bloodbound – ikeracity

Summary: Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Old Metal (Blood, Memory and Rubber Ducks) – pprfaith

Summary: Erik is a vampire. Sookie, err, Charles is a telepath. Any questions?

Food Allergies – madneto

Summary: A bout of insomnia one fateful night leads Erik to Xavier's, the late night bookstore near Columbia University, whose owner Erik quickly decides is the best thing since... well, since maybe ever. Charles is brilliant, funny, passionate, handsome, and every other good adjective Erik can think of, and even though they've only been on three dates, Erik is convinced this is the start of something perfect.

Then Charles has a bad reaction to the food Erik cooks for them on their fourth date, leaving Erik to wonder if maybe he's completely botched his one chance at true love.

Series

The Price for Eternity – madneto

Summary: Erik and Charles are relaxing in the park when Erik decides to ask Charles a question that has long been on his mind, re: vampires. The answer is unexpected.

Series

The Boy with the Sigil Tattoo – keire_ke

Summary: Buffy AU. The story of a boy and his vampire.

Love and Other Secrets – Microsaur

Summary: Erik is a vampire that would much rather be left alone, Charles is a baronet that can't seem to accept that.

The First One – SassyDuckQueen

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a vampire living in a peaceful life in New York City, where he works as a night time security guard at the Pentagram. He's in a relationship with Charles Xavier, a young professor at a private university. However, his life is thrown upside down by the return of his wayward son, Peter, who informs him that an old enemy has resurfaced.

Series

Blood Bound – WaxRhapsodic

Summary: Charles is sick. Again. He decides to do something drastic about it and take a Blood Contract with a Vampire who turns out to be dangerously attractive.

Night Holds No Redemption – isabella

Summary: Vampire Hunters AU

When vampires roam the city at night there are also those who will hunt them down.

Charles Xavier and James “Logan” Howlett are vampire hunters part of the NIB – Night Investigation Bureau, in New York. When Erik, a vampire Charles failed to kill, comes back to haunt him Charles finds he no longer can run from his past and has to face the truth about the monster he created.

Pairing info: Flashbacks are Charles/Erik, present focuses first on the growing relationship between Logan/Charles, then on Charles/Erik.

Endgame will be Charles/Erik.

Night Life – Ook

Summary: he young journalist, or researcher, or whatever he is, is going to get himself in trouble around here. Erik can tell.

A researcher who doesn't know when to stop.

A man who doesn't take no for an answer.

A vampire that doesn't give interviews.

Werewolf

Dancing in the Rain – Pangea, velvetcadence

Summary: Werewolf alpha Erik found a human pup Charles alone in the forest and took him back to his lair. Erik protected and cared for the boy, though he was barely a mature wolf himself.

A few years passed, Charles grew up so pretty, and Erik was afraid he would miss his kind and go back to them, leaving Erik to be alone again - but Charles stayed and chose to be Erik’s mate.

Moon Song – ikeracity

Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.

Loyalty and Obedience – Ook

Summary: A human rent boy working the streets gets rescued from a pimp by the Lehnsherr Pack Head and his Second on a recruitment trip. Werewolves, huh?

Who knows where this one's going?

Skin Deep – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the kmeme, Everyone-is-a-werewolf AU. Erik happens upon a seemingly abandoned mansion in Westchester during a full moon and finds an insanely clueless werewolf living in isolation.

In Escrow – manic_intent

Summary: Same 'verse as Skin Deep, between the final part and the epilogue. Charles abruptly realizes that he's unable to shift forms after a full moon. Which can only mean one thing.

Supernatural and the Scientist – Caradee

Summary: Charles Xavier is a upcoming geneticist and wildlife biologist who’s next big thesis reveals a little to much about the hidden werewolf community. Now Erik Lehnsehrr is suppose to figure out who it is feeding Xavier the information and put an end to it.

However, things are not what they appear.

Open Season – Caradee

Summary: Charles is a adorable omega wolf who has no sense for pack dynamics and wanders on his own. Erik is the exhausted Alpha of the pack who is unfortunately smitten with him. Its hunting season, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Only Hope – onaxe

Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged for custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger, Alpha Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

Note: Unfinished but a fun read.

Tooth and Nail – TurtleTotem

Summary: Erik is no longer part of Charles's pack. It's none of his business who he takes as a mate.

Vampires and Werewolves

For you, Eternity – gerec, lachatblanche

Summary: Erik still remembers the day he lost everything to a pack of werewolves; his family, his village, and the love of his life. Left with nothing but regret and pain everlasting, he turns to Sebastian Shaw - who promises revenge in exchange for loyalty eternal.

For centuries, he leads his clan of vampires in a war against their hated enemy, the same werewolf pack responsible for the slaughter of Erik’s village. But now Logan - the pack’s new leader - wants to make peace with their age old adversaries; an act that neither side particularly cares to pursue.

Adding to this volatile mix is one Charles Xavier, scientist and academic, drawn to the continent by his fascination for the supernatural and the locals’ tales of love, betrayal and never-ending war…

On the Scent – dedkake

Summary: The full moon is nearing and Charles decides to visit his neighbor.

Does not ebb – StarkMad

Summary: prompt: "...I would love a fic with Charles and Erik in an Underworld AU basically with Charles as Selene's character and Erik as Michael Corvin's character

and/ooor nonnie could do an Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and Charles as Sonja's character and Erik as Lucian (feel free and make me cry, dearest nonnie) feel free to do whatever you want as long as the AU still remains identifiable (and just kill me with tons of Chares and Erik drama and lurve and heartache and whatever.

Dear Neighbour Mine – issabella

Summary: Fill for the prompt by Lonelyparts: Charles is a telepathic werewolf living next door to a vampire who favours severe black turtlenecks and metal coffins.

Of course they have to annoy each other first, before dangerous circumstances bring them together.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #werewolf AU #vampire art #there are surprisingly more vampire fics out there than werewolf fics #thought it would be the other way round #asks #earnestly answers

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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The White Wolf (pt. 1/3)

Ship: Geraskier - Established. Rating: T Word Count: 6k in total (this chapter is 2k)

Summary: Following an unfortunate encounter with a mage, Geralt gets cursed into a wolf. Jaskier and Geralt must travel the Continent in search of someone that can help them. (AO3)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, nudity (Jaskier’s clothes don’t change with him).

Part 7: Shifter!Jaskier Verse (Tumblr) - Can be read as a stand alone.

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The cloud of sparkling dust settled on the floor and Geralt was nowhere to be seen. The last Jaskier had seen of his boyfriend, he’d been thrown against the wall, barely able to move his fingers to form Quen in time before his head knocked against the stone. There was no witcher in the room now. Just a pile of bloodstained white fur in the corner of the room.

Jaskier snarled and sniffed the air. He could smell Geralt but something was wrong. Geralt reeked of wet dog. Jaskier growled, low and menacing, at the sorcerer in front of them. The man had been luring children away from their homes in the dead of night using all sorts of sweet treats. Then at night he was pulling their dreams from their minds and using them for fuck knows what. The children were returning to their homes as lifeless ghosts of their former selves, and thus a witcher and his trusted companion had been hired.

“I’m no fool, bard.” The sorcerer spat. “I can sense your magic.

Jaskier let his sharp teeth show as he snarled again. He let his magic loose and there was a sickening crunch of bones. Jaskier’s thick russet fur melted away into long red feathers. He spread his wings as a thick black mane grew along he neck. He roared at the sorcerer and struck both talons across his chest, balancing on the large lion paws of his hind legs. The sorcerer was thrown backwards as dark blood seeped through his clothing. The attack had caught him off guard. Jaskier stalked forward, his front talons clacking on the wooden floor. This human had stolen Jaskier’s mate and they had to pay.

The scent of blood was thick in the air and all he knew was the hunt.

The prey was wounded. It was an easy kill.

He screeched as he prepared to land the final blow but a large snowy white wolf with glowing amber eyes suddenly stood between him and the prey.

Amber eyes.

Jaskier knew those eyes.

Geralt.

He let his magic loose and shifted back into a wolf. There was just something about Geralt being in wolf form that ignited all his pack instincts. He didn’t know whether Geralt was stuck as a wolf or could shift between animals, but Jaskier knew he would match Geralt no matter what.

The thought gave him pause. He wondered whether it was an instinct of his people, lost and long forgotten. Were there ever groups of shifters? Were they still alive? Or was he alone… He’d always felt so alone. Jaskier nudged his head under Geralt’s snout and whined. Geralt huffed and butted Jaskier’s head. Jaskier did his best wolfy grin and then mouthed at Geralt’s nose before rolling over onto his back with a wag of his tail.

Geralt gave a quick bark and then looked pointedly between Jaskier and mage. Jaskier tilted his head, wondering how Geralt still managed to look unimpressed even as a wolf. Jaskier snorted and rolled back onto his paws. He glanced around the room, his clothes were still at the inn. Geralt’s clothes appeared to have disappeared when he was changed into a wolf; lucky bastard. He spotted a long cloak hanging up on the wall and wagged his tail. He leapt up on his hind legs and pulled at the cloak with his teeth. When he was covered nicely by the heavy material he shifted back into his human form with a crack of his bones.

The cloak was thick, grey and woollen. It had a large hood, reminiscent of the cloaks the elves used. He wrapped it round his shoulders and then grinned at Geralt.

“Hello, dearest. I know you’re the White Wolf and all, but isn’t this taking it a bit too far?” He reached out with his hand and Geralt bumped it with his snout. He gave Geralt a quick scratch behind the ears. “Can you shift?”

Geralt tilted his head.

Jaskier frowned and stuck his tongue out as he tried to figure out a way to explain it. It was like trying to explain how to blink or breathe or… just exist. “Umm, ah, think of Roach? Try and feel her hooves, her mane?”

Geralt’s snout scrunch up and he let out a snarl.

“No?”

Geralt shook his head, one ear twitched and Jaskier couldn’t help but coo. Geralt growled at that.

“I’m sorry!” He said, not really sorry at all. “But, my love, you look so cute!”

Another growl.

“Oh stop it. You’re trying to be all scary witcher and it’s not working. You are adorable and I can turn into a dragon so shush.” He bopped Geralt on the nose and gave him another scratch behind the ears. Geralt’s tail began to wag. Geralt looked behind him and snarled, clearly not enjoying the way his body was betraying his feelings. He also looked as if he was about to start chasing his tail. He was baring his teeth, snarling as the tail flicked on the stone floor. Jaskier took pity on him and knelt down so he could cup his wolf’s face in his hands. “Geralt, darling?”

Geralt blinked and looked up at him.

“There you go. The instincts might feel a bit strong at first but we’ll work it out alright?” Jaskier buried in face in Geralt’s fur, his own instincts to shift back into a wolf were almost overwhelming him, but Geralt needed him human. It was easier to explain things to his newly wolf companion when he could use words. It was also nice to be able to snuggle in Geralt’s fur for a change. “Do you know how to fix this?”

Geralt shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have killed the mage, should I?” Jaskier asked with a sigh.

Another head shake and a whine.

Jaskier kissed Geralt’s head. “In my defence, witcher. I thought he’d killed you!” Geralt licked his face and he grimaced. “Geralt! Oh gods, that went up my nose!”

Geralt wagged his tail and pounced. Jaskier was knocked back onto the ground and Geralt’s tongue was drooling all over his face, which would have been fine if Geralt’s tongue didn’t feel so coarse against his skin. “Oi, no! Get off you big lump!”

Geralt nipped at his ear and sat back down, his tail thumped noisily against the stone floor.

Jaskier sighed and grabbed Geralt’s swords from where they’d clattered on the floor. Jaskier hummed. Geralt’s clothes and medallion had changed with him but his swords had not. At least his magic was consistent. Geralt head-butted his leg and they finally fled the tower together. It felt strange being the one on two feet instead of four but they’d faced worse things in their two years travelling together.

Two years…

Had it really been so long? He’d been with Geralt for two whole years… not mentioning the little blip of his mother’s horrendous return into his life. He shuddered at the memory. Yeah, they’d definitely been through worse together. ___________

As they approached the town Geralt snorted and laid down on the ground, resting his head on his big white paws. Jaskier glanced over his shoulder at the wolf with a scowl before he realised why Geralt had stopped. He grinned and walked back to pet Geralt’s head. Geralt’s tail thumped heavily against the ground as Jaskier gave him a scratch behind the ear. Geralt still looked put out by his tail’s reaction to affection but now seemed resigned to the fact he could no longer mask his happier feelings.

“Well isn’t this a turn of events. I’m normally the one that has to wait outside!” Jaskier announced with a laugh.

Geralt let out a low growl and mouthed at Jaskier’s fingers.

“Ouch! Sharp teeth, Geralt. You’re not exactly a pup, dear heart,” Jaskier chided.

Geralt’s ears flicked and Jaskier was pretty sure the strange snuffling noise was Geralt trying to laugh at him.

“Stay here. I’ll go and get our stuff,” he sighed and looked down at himself. The cloak wasn’t exactly modest and whilst he had very little shame over his body, most humans wouldn’t appreciate him walking around town with his dick out. “Next time we are keeping my clothes in a pack and not back at the inn.”

Geralt barked and his tongue hung out of his mouth as he wagged his tail.

“Yeah yeah, go on, laugh at your poor suffering boyfriend.”

Geralt barked again and jumped up to lick Jaskier’s face, placing both paws on Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier just ruffled Geralt’s fur and kissed his snout.

“I’ll be back soon, love.”

He wrapped the cloak around him in a feeble attempt to cover himself up and trudged back to the inn. He did get some bizarre looks from the villagers but he did his best to ignore them. Had they never seen a bard wearing just a cloak and witcher’s swords before? He scoffed. They were amateurs. He tried to sneak up to their room at the inn but the bloody innkeeper spotted him.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?”

Jaskier spun around, only just remembering to keep his hands gripped on the cloak to stop it from flying open. He still had Geralt’s swords in their holder in his hand and he held them up for the innkeeper to see. “I’m a friend of the witcher’s. Jaskier? The bard? You might have heard of me?”

“Toss a Coin?” The innkeeper asked and Jaskier let out a sigh of relief.

“Ah, yes. That’s the one,” He sang a couple of lines just to prove his point. “And umm, well. Geralt… Geralt was looking after my lute for me whilst I was… away?”

“Away?”

“Yeah,” Jaskier winced. It was a terrible story and he was ashamed. “But you see, I really need to get it back.”

“Did the witcher take your clothes too?” The innkeeper asked with a smirk, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Jaskier felt his cheeks heat up and it took all his control not to shift back into a mouse. He laughed nervously and tugged the cloak tighter around his chest. “Well, funny you should say that.”

“Those his swords?”

“Yes! Yes they are. I ran into him on the path just outside of town. He’s dealt with your mage problem, but ah. Umm. Spells! He was hit by a spell and it’s really not very pretty so he asked me to collect our… his.. belongings. So I’m just…” He pointed to the stairs and the innkeeper waved his hand. “Thank you ever so much, kind sir. May all the gods praise you!”

“Just go, bard.”

Jaskier gave a quick bow and then flew up the stairs, two steps at at time. Once inside the room he got dressed and quickly gathered up their belongings before heading back out to fetch Roach. The conversation with the stable girl went just as well as the one with the innkeeper and Jaskier barely remembered the story he’d woven only a few minutes before, but he was gone and heading back towards the forest before anyone else could question him.

He didn’t ride Roach but it was easier with her carrying the bags and his lute. Once he was out of sight from the townsfolk he considered shifting back into a wolf. Whatever the mage had hit Geralt with was driving him crazy, but they still needed to find a solution to Geralt’s wolf problem so regretfully he remained on two feet. He huffed and dragged his feet as they headed back to where he’d left Geralt. How did people cope with being in one form all the time? It was so boring!

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#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #shapeshifter!jaskier #shifter!jaskier #wolf geralt #cursed geralt #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #wolfie's witcher writing #let me know if you want to be tagged

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liuwithheadcanons · 3 years

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My second and third omegaverse world

My second and third omegaverse world are pretty much almost the same. The difference however is that my third verse has animal ears and tail but they’re not shifters. Neither are my second world.

These verses are set in a world where modern technology is a thing but so is the instinct to hunt and to sustain yourself in general like with gardening.

Alphas and omegas in this verse, are more based on grey wolves and the more accurate ways of how a pack works. A pack is a family in the same household, some siblings and their spouse may also be living but they almost always have no pups. The children of the active couple will stay for another generation to help raise their siblings up until they’re 3. They then leave to go start their own pack. This happens when they’re around 21 years. Alphas and Omegas have their heats and ruts around every six months.

Both female and male Alphas have a knot. They have scents and males cannot get pregnant generally, but females can impregnate as well as get pregnant. Alphas are generally the tallest and have the best leg strength of the dynamics for travel and sharpest teeth.

Alphas in verse three, have ears and tail. Their finger and toe nails are short.

Omegas are categorized as having a uterus regardless of male or female. Males have a small chest that’ll grow to A cups when having a pup. Females can get pregnant but can’t impregnate generally, while males can do both of these things. Omegas have scents and are generally the smallest. However they have the best arm strength - due to having to carry many pups around.

Omegas in verse three have ears and tail that are the fluffiest. Their finger nails are the longest while their toenails are the shortest.

Betas! Betas in this verse are instead more based on African Wild Dogs! (While in my main/first world it’s a mix between a wolf and African wolf dog). However, this doesn’t mean they can’t breed with the other dynamics. (African wild dogs and wolves cannot crossbreed as far as I’m aware.) Betas have no heat or rut, and no knots, their reproductive anatomy is closest to us humans. Their scents are more dulled than their counterparts. (Like the animal they’re based on). Betas are extremely social however and have the best stamina and endurance for hunting and travel. Their generally the second tallest and have the best noses.

In verse 3, they have large ears and tails. Their tails and ears are spotted and their tails have white tips at the end. They use this to attract prey, usually water fowl. (Got this from the Duck Tolling retriever). Their nails are the shortest and their toenails are the longest. This helps them run a faster.

#alpha and omega #alpha beta #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #animal instinct #omegaverse au #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o #a/b/o universe #beta headcanons #alpha headcanons #omega headcanons #beta headcanon #alpha headcanon #omega headcanon

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savagc · 2 years

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floukru ;; notable mentions

there are anywhere from 50 to 75 members of floukru at any given time, so i thought i would make a post to list some that luna may reference in threads with others.

notable members acknowledged on this blog are as follows. [ like bring me floukru people and you have our hearts ]

luna. - formerly trikru, leader of the boat people. luna fled her conclave at the age of thirteen and upon her arrival at the rig, was looked up to first as a natblida and then for her beliefs, caring for children as a child herself, caring for her people.

cap. - formerly delphikru. cap is floukru highest ranked scout. he is the eldest of those luna calls ‘the brothers’ (cap, thatcher, lincoln) cap handles all shoreline signal fires and containment upon arrival at the rig.

thatcher. - formerly delphi, thatcher was cast out for being mute, hearing impaired, following a blast by the mountain men that destroyed his home. he is luna’s personal scout. sign language was taught by thatcher from the moment he arrived and met luna, formed between the two, and then luna taught it to the children on his behalf from there on. he is the closest to luna at all times and in ways is her body guard and big brother. thatcher is luna’s most tenderly close friend and confidant, protector.

lincoln. - formerly trikru. nuff said. lincoln’s home is the rig, more than it is anywhere else.

adria. - formerly louwoda kliron. adria is luna’s second for intents and purposes, raised as her daughter to lead floukru in the event that luna should pass.

koda. - formerly azgeda. two years of age or older verse depending.

river. - formerly ingranronakru. infirmary. the head floukru healer.

shay. - formerly louwoda kliron and like a sister to luna, shay teaches lessons with the children when luna is not and is known as a floukru seda alongside luna.

derrick. - formerly trikru. mostly works fishing and netting and i don’t really talk much about him here bc he just doesn’t vibe well with me, with how he comes off around luna sooo…if you know me you know a fair bit about how i feel about derrick. [ i’ll keep that abusive mess in other past posts where it belongs. feel free to just ask. ]

arthur. - rig-born. luna’s ambassador in polis. given that it is the floukru ambassador who first stands to call for a coup, luna had heard plenty to be unhappy with lexa as commander and challenged her from afar. with hearing about the azgeda ambassador being kicked from the tower just prior, luna gave orders to her ambassador to voice her displeasure with lexa. arthur is great basically and is the grandfather within the clan, don’t fuck with arthur he will tattle to luna and you’ll end up with a coup de grâce. just hug him and braid shells into his beard.

animals on the rig. floukru harbors dozens of chickens as a second source of protein to the sea life pulled in with nets. three dozen are laying hens, and two dozen are there to hatch chicks. their numbers are closely monitored to keep a balance between meat and eggs. aside from the chickens all other animals found on the rig are companions and there are not many. a rabbit calls the rig home and goes where it likes.

notable animals on the rig.

Nox. - dire hybrid. as a pup nox was found and cared for by lincoln, but upon lincoln aiding luna in fleeing to floukru at the age of thirteen, the female wolf pup was left in luna’s care as a comfort as she adjusted to her new home. nox has grown at luna’s side and though mellow in demeanor, is known to snap at those who invade luna’s space, should luna feel threatened or uneasy. nox submits to luna when the command is given for her to lay down at luna’s side, but if luna does not give this command and is made to feel uncomfortable nox will defend her. derrick is the only person among floukru to have been scarred by the wolf’s bite.

#clan ;; floukru

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wildwoof · 3 months

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”Hey sweetcheeks, funny to find ya ‘ere. I thought it was already ya bedtime” Rei leans into the first year ear to talk over the music in the club, for once letting them closer than usually “do ya have some chapsticks? The lipgloss I have on is dryin’ my lips or perhaps it’s the drinks.” Reis hand came to Kogas hair, thumb going under the ponytail and the rest of his fingers into their hair, using it to guide him into a kiss, reis eyes closed, lipgloss sparkly as it was shared between them, not that it was forceful other than the tongue coming out to trace the puppies lips (mwah mwah, first part of trade complete)

It happens to be far more crowded in the club this evening than on a typical weekday night. Scents surrounding him virtually drowning out anything he might sniff out to be familiar. Clutching hands close to his chest, eyes scan the surroundings. The beat's on cue. That tempo blaring loud. The crowd's jumping. The main act on the stage carrying this entire evening. A slow sinking in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he missed them... Not that being here would gain him any additional leverage, but to pick up their scent -- they must be back around again, right?

How often this flighty man comes and goes from the school grounds. How often Koga struggles just to get in touch with them. Right now, the wolf pup lets his guard down entirely. His act to come off as cool wiped away. He almost appears like a shaking pup left behind by its mother.

Yet something about that...

It's then that their alluring voice cuts into the troubling thoughts of this current situation. Koga jumps a bit in place in the shock, head swiftly turning for wide innocent eyes to lock onto its target. He is here..! I should've never doubted myself..! "I--I don't have a bedtime anymore!" Still a tickle in his ear from their voice so close to him. They're so close! Far too close! Heart pounds wildly in his chest at this close proximity. There's a small voice in his head telling him to back up and give Sakuma Rei sound proper space, but the floor's already packed with people. The amount of space is not in his favor.

At their surprising inquiry. The younger swiftly shakes his head. "S--Sorry, Sakuma-senpai, I didn't bring much with me into the club. I--It's not like chapstick isn't very rock'n'roll or anything! It's always damn good to take proper care of yourself! Ya should be careful to do the same! I--I just ran so quickly in here, I didn't think 'bout bringing any!" As fingers suddenly pull gently at his hair, tangling up surrounding his ponytail, the boy freezes up in place.

There's something rather intimate about the touch. It's no typical playful ruffle of his hair to attempt to calm him down. It's almost as if his entire brain stopped working. In any other instance, Koga would attempt to swat and move away from the situation. Sakuma Rei shouldn't be touching him..! What should he do? What should he do? Touching is like intimacy. Intimacy means being close to someone. He only wishes to be close to the older. To be recognized as someone worthy.

Worthy? No... No no, he's not like those other damn guys who think they can just do nothing but hope for a man of exceptional skill to notice--

Thoughts cut off as in the middle of the club's floor, their lips press together in a kiss. No one around them is paying any mind to their presence. Eyes ahead on the act upon the stage. The music blaring so loudly that it drowns out majority of the noise around. Faces so close to each other. Sensation of slick lip gloss smearing against his untouched lips sending a soft spark throughout his body. Soft. Sweet. Intimate. Something shared between them.

This cannot compare to the very time this man took a sip from his drink a year ago. Shock overtakes him entirely. A deep red covers his entire cheeks. Face heats up. That damn tongue teasing along his lip hardly helps the situation at all! The first year's entirely lost for words. Thanks to their lip gloss, the club's lights catch the glimmer of the sparkle left behind. Left standing there gaping after Rei kissed him. Almost as if his soul left his body.

Sakuma-senpai just kissed him... for the first time... he's been kissed... No one else has even kissed him before!

#chibskimuses #( the lone wolf ) ask #( the wolf pup ) first year verse #baby koga.exe has stopped functioning #sweetcheeks tho dfjkghdfjhglkdfg

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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I’m honestly so here for the shifter modern au. I love it so much, and I would be so fucking down for a whole story on Ao3. (Only if you want to) And may I suggest. Wolf Vesmir pick fox Jaskier up by the scruff when his boys get to rowdy. Jaskier would be so small!

(I’m adding an anon’s request here too because I’ve been overwhelmed by asks about this ‘verse and I can’t give everyone an individual story so I’m bundling ideas together into one at times, I’m so sorry!)

These stories will, eventually, migrate over to AO3 (with a quick scan for typos - though those are kind of the norm in my writing, and my apologies to everyone about my lazy (read: utter lack of) editing). But that’s beside the point, let’s just jump straight into another installation of this story that has gotten utterly out of hand.

Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4.

There was a trend for celebrities to show off their houses. And, in a wild twist of events, Jaskier had found himself in high demand. Everybody wanted to see where he lived and find out more about his wolves too. After some discussion and a few key rules agreed, Jaskier graciously allowed the camera crew to descend on their home.

“Welcome to Kaer Morhen II,” he greeted as he opened the door. By no means was the home large and getting the regular amount of camera crew in was a bit of a struggle. They were much more used to large, sprawling mansions with more rooms than the occupants could hope to ever need. Now, they were knocking elbows in a very homely living room with soft sofas that looked comfortable and well used.

The questions about whether Jaskier lived with his bodyguards was quickly answered when Jaskier was making introductions and the most terrifying growling drowned most words out. He rolled his eyes and held up a hand with an “excuse me one moment.”

In a display of simplicity, he walked to the open window and stuck his head out, only to yell, “Oi! Cut it out you lot! Our guests are here and I know you could hear them arrive.”

After a moment there was a sheepish reply of “sorry!” and some furious whispering about whose fault it was but by the time any of the crew got a chance to look out, there was nobody out there. While the house was on the smaller side, that couldn’t be said of the garden. It was large, sprawling and with a pond, a copse of trees as well as a summer hut with throws and beanbags. Cosy in its own way and inviting for both two and four legged entities.

“Ah, Vesemir!” Jaskier pulled him close, an arm around his shoulder. “Come meet the lovely crew who will be living with us for the next four days.”

It was four very long days. Or at least, that’s what Vesemir would have said if anybody had asked him. Rules were set up quickly, there were two rooms that were out of bounds, two bedrooms. Otherwise everything was fair game. The questions were unending from the crew and Jaskier seemed happy to prattle on while Vesemir was a quiet, solid presence beside him. Sometimes Geralt would appear and Lambert had no qualms about flouting his presence. Even worse, he made it his mission to steal the big fuzzy microphone off the sound boom at all opportunities.

“Does Eskel not live with you?” The question came as everyone was sat in the garden happily eating a home cooked meal. Geralt was, as per his habits, sleeping in his wolf form, pressed flush against Jaskier’s thigh.

“Who do you think cooked?” Lambert shot back, happily chewing the end of a chicken drumstick. The bone crunched between his teeth, seemingly making him happy. “Right, thanks for the company. Got places to be.”

In the blink of an eye, he was loping off as a wolf, back into the home. In the darkness of the room, the camera crew swore they saw another pair of eyes before a hulking, dark form turned away from them, followed by Lambert pouncing after them.

From then on, it became a bit of a race to catch a glimpse of Eskel. It wasn’t that he was camera shy, he was hiding from the crew even when they weren’t filming. Sometimes someone would catch the glimpse of a tail slinking off around a corner or there was the sound of a voice humming quietly in the kitchen but before anyone could go see, Lambert or Jaskier would be pulling the crew in the opposite direction.

Curiosity grew amongst the crew about the dynamics of the pack. Vesemir seemed to never assume his wolf form and Jaskier was never out of sight of at least one wolf. The few times the crew thought Jaskier was alone, they quickly realised that wolves were predators. Just because they couldn’t see a wolf didn’t mean they weren’t in a wolf’s sight.

“What is your relationship with the wolves?” The question was finally asked and Jaskier laughed at that.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” That made zero sense.

“Exactly. See, you get it! Now, have I shown you the setup we’ve got for play?” Just like that, the conversation was twisted out and Jaskier was off and talking a mile a minute. The camera caught Vesemir hiding a laugh into his hand behind their backs.

The setup for playing wasn’t anything majors. Quite literally a tarpaulin that they could put various things on. Sometimes they made it slippery and wet, other times it was covered in sand, the edges held in place by sandbags that also acted as a crash barrier. They were definitely needed because Lambert, Geralt and Jaskier had all shifted and were haring around, playing while Vesemir watched.

“Are they your pups?”

“I raise them,” Vesemir agreed easily.

“But are they yours?”

There was a flicker of annoyance and Vesemir looked away from the bundle of fur that had become a rolling ball of yips and playful growls. Before he could say anything scathing, there was a sharp, sudden yowl of a fox in pain and both Lambert and Geralt were leaping away. The next moment a weathered old wolf was leaping into the ring and, after soft prod of Jaskier with his nose he delicately picked him up by the scruff and carried him inside.

Scrambling, the camera crew followed. By the time they were rolling, Jaskier was sat on the sofa, sniffling and holding an ice pack to his wrist, fox ears and tail still out, too preoccupied to shift properly.

“Sorry,” Lambert said, looking forlorn in the doorway. He was pushed aside by Geralt, still a wolf as he hopped up on the sofa.

“Have a bit of quiet time,” Vesemir suggested. “Jaskier, you and Geralt stay here, I’ll take our guests into the garden.”

There was no arguing with Vesemir. He led the camera crew out into the garden and they all settled in the summer hut, quietly chatting without the pressure of filming. It meant that Vesemir was also more amenable to answering questions until he shook his head with a fond smile when things returned to the topic of the pack’s dynamics.

“Go in, have a look on the sofa and you’ll understand. Go quietly.”

Tiptoeing back int the house, the crew stuck their heads into the living room and almost cooed. Jaskier was a fox again, curled up tight, nose hidden under his tail. However, he was on top of Geralt, half sinking into the thick white fur. Everybody froze when one golden eye opened and Geralt regarded them, assessing their intentions before closing his eyes again. It got even better when the large, soft body of another wolf wound between the camera crew and Lambert hopped up onto the sofa, doing a few circles before settling down, sprawling over Geralt’s haunches.

After the impromptu nap, Jaskier and Vesemir were keeping the crew entertained when vicious snarling sounded from the garden. Everyone jumped, thinking something terrible was happening. However, neither Vesemir nor Jaskier seemed worried.

“Go on, go have a look.”

As one, the crew looked and were horrified. It looked like Lambert and Geralt were in the middle of a brawl, snapping, snarling with noses wrinkled to show more teeth. They charged, slammed into each other. Lambert’s scruff was sodden with drool. It was truly terrifying and sounded like they were trying to kill each other. Even worse, Jaskier, still human, stepped closer, seemingly not bothered by the violence.

“Are you quite done killing each other?” His voice was lost as Lambert and Geralt pounced, pulling him down and bundling on top of him. It drew a gasp and even a yell of distress from the camera crew, fearing they were going to witness Jaskier be torn apart by his own wolves. Instead, they got to witness Jaskier laughing, batting away Geralt as he was intent on licking his face like an enthusiastic puppy. Lambert was bouncing around, nudging them and bowing down for play.

From somewhere behind them there was a chuff of another wolf and Lambert was off like a shot, tearing through the house even as Vesemir called after him to not break anything.

“Children. I don’t know how many hundred years old and they’re still children.”

In the garden, Geralt looked far too smug, two large paws pinning Jaskier down by the chest. Drool dripped from his mouth as his tongue lolled in happy pants.

“Geralt, stop being a brat!” At Vesemir’s words all drooling stopped and Jaskier wiped his face in white fur.

It only increased the crew’ curiosity about the relationship between everyone. This curiosity was their downfall, despite the clear instructions and rules, they just had to take a peek into the forbidden rooms. They agreed to do it on the last night, when everyone was asleep. As silently as possible, they approached the first door that Jaskier tended to disappear through each night. It was unlocked and they door swung open on silent hinges. Inside was a rather plain bedroom, most of the space was taken up by a gigantic bed. On it, Geralt and Jaskier were entwined, Geralt’s nose buried in Jaskier’s hair. It was sweet until they realised that it was a bare hip that was visible and all answers about that particular relationship were answered.

Interestingly, there were two doors along the wall, both open. One was obviously a bathroom but the other seemed to open into another bedroom. Any further investigation was cut short by a low, menacing growl from behind them.

If the play fighting between Geralt and Lambert had been scary, it was nothing compared to facing down an unknown wolf in the dark. Eyes almost glowing, teeth gleaming in the low light, Eskel stepped closer, head lowered in a snarl. It made the differences between play and real fighting abundantly clear and the crew were thoroughly terrified. It didn’t help that as soon as Eskel’s growls got louder, Lambert was tearing through the door from the connecting bedroom, hackles raised and stalking closer from the other side.

A light came on and Jaskier blinked, sitting up in bed. Geralt didn’t need to change into his wolf form to look intimidating, even naked.

“What’s going on?”

“Caught some idiots sneaking in on you while you were asleep,” Eskel’s voice was low, a growl still evident and betraying his fury. “Want me to see them out?”

That sounded more like a threat than anything else. Tiredly, Jaskier rubbed his eyes. “I think they can find their own ways back to their beds. You come to bed too, look, Lambert’s already settling down for the night.”

A quick glance revealed that Lambert was indeed fussing with the blankets. As a human. Scowling, Eskel stepped around the crew, gave them one last glare before shutting the door in their face. There was the sound of the bed creaking a little as another body joined the pile and the crew looked at each other. Just when they thought they had the mystery of the dynamics cracked, it got more complicated.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #vesemir #eskel #witcher wolf pack #shifter au #tldr: camera crew get shown around kaer morhen II and try to figure out the pack dynamic

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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Blood Moon

A/n: spoopy season Namjoon for my KSC project. I had fun with this one. Also a caveat: a blood moon happened four times in 2013 and once in January of 2019 and won't happen again until 2032! But for the purposes of this story we'll ignore that.

Summary: The blood moon is coming, and the alpha of your wolf pack wants to choose you as his mate. You're not ready, and your best friend Namjoon is more than happy to help.

Warnings: dirty truck bed sex, that old werewolf marking kink, a little blood, unprotected sex (if you aren't supernatural wrap it up kids), scent kink, oral sex (female receiving), possessiveness, I feel like the ending is shitty but what are you gonna do

Word Count: 2699 (I LOVE WEREWOLF AUS)

The blood moon is in three days, and Namjoon's skin feels like it doesn't quite fit, like it's stretched too tight against his skin.

He tells himself it's the upcoming shift, his body preparing itself to shed that skin, but he knows better.

Namjoon is well versed in lying to himself, since he's been masquerading as your best friend since you were pups.

Before he ever knew what love was, he knew his heart beat only for you, and the blood moon was in three days and it's time for the alpha to choose a mate.

The tall, broad shouldered alpha, known for his good looks in human form and his sleek black fur in wolf form, and Namjoon's older brother, Seokjin, had to choose a mate.

Everyone knows who he'll choose. It's not official but everyone sees the secret glances and stolen kisses at barn dances, everyone in the pack thinks it's just so cute, your secret romance.

Except Namjoon, sitting with a beer in his hand and watching Seokjin spin you on the dance floor, his stomach rolling at the way you're smiling up at him, eyes dreamy.

He leaves before the dance is over but he waits for you outside, waits for you because he's your ride home, waits for you because you asked him to, waits for you because he'll spend his whole life waiting for you.

When you come out you've got red lipstick smeared around your mouth and Namjoon is biting the insides of his cheeks when he wipes it off with his handkerchief.

"You'll be in big trouble if your mother sees you looking freshly kissed, Y/n," he scolds, and your laugh makes his chest ache.

"Aw, don't be jealous, Joonbug. I'm gonna find you a girl at the blood moon festival."

Namjoon snorts as he opens the passenger door of his truck for you.

"You'll be too busy getting hitched," he mumbles, and you keep talking for a moment.

"There's that cute redhead with the freckles. She's going on twenty five and not mated, I could-" You process his words and freeze. "Wait, what did you say?"

Namjoon drops the keys into his lap, looking at you wide eyed.

"What, you're telling me you don't know? How can you not know? You know the rules, Y/n, the alpha chooses a mate on the blood moon before his 28th year-"

"I didn't realize it was time! Are you...are you saying he's gonna choose me?" Your voice has gone all high pitched and panicky, and Namjoon puts a hand on yours.

"Hey.... it's what you want, right? You've been seeing him for years, off and on-"

"Sure I've been seeing him but that's a lot different than being mated to him, Joon! Can I...can I say no?"

Namjoon tries to ignore how his heart is soaring but his hands move before he can stop them, he tugs your shirt off your shoulders, eyes searching your skin.

You jump and tug your shirt back up. "I didn't let him mark me, Joon, what kind of wolf do you take me for?"

"Then you can say no. You can say no and we'll... we'll just run." He says in a rush.

"Run? Why would we run? Fuck, I shoulda paid more attention in Mama's Sunday wolf customs classes, huh?" You mumble, eyes wide, and Namjoon can't help but smile, looking down at your hand in his.

He should be scared. He should be terrified of what might happen if you refuse to be mated, how you might be tossed out of the pack you relied on, but all he can feel is his heart lifting, feeling like for the first time in a month there's not a boulder on his chest.

He rubs circles on your palm with his thumb, quiet for a moment.

His voice is soft when he speaks. "I...I know a way to get you out of this, but it might not be what you want."

"What is it? I swear I'll read that stupid book you told me to read about wolf traditions, I'll do anything you want if you just help me."

You lean closer to him and he can smell your fear mixed with that rose and the smell of maple bark that he'd know a mile away.

He takes in a deep breath and meets your eyes.

"He hasn't marked you, so if someone else does, before the blood moon..."

Your eyes widen a bit. "Okay. Okay that's fine but who am I gonna find to-oh. Oh."

Namjoon feels heat flooding to his face and he looks away.

He feels your hand on his face a second later, pulling him back to face you.

"Do it," you say firmly. "I trust you, Joonie."

He searches your face. "Y/n, I..."

You shouldn't trust me, he wants to say. You shouldn't trust me because I want you for myself. I want you so fucking bad I can't sleep at night and this is selfish and stupid and Seokjin might rip my throat out over it. I could die and I don't care, I don't care even a little if it means I get to die for you.

He doesn't say it, doesn't say anything at all, just looks around the parking lot.

Everyone's gone, it's only his truck in the parking lot.

He looks down at the gearshift in the middle, huffing in frustration. "There isn't enough room. We can do it tomorrow night, maybe at your place-"

"No," you say, swinging open the door of the truck. "We do it now."

There's a lump in his throat as he follows you, and you hop into the bed of his truck, looking up at him expectantly.

He stumbles getting in next to you and he's blushing, thinking that of all the ways he'd imagined this he'd never thought it'd be here, in the dirty bed of his truck outside Kim Taehyung's annual barn dance.

"What happens...after...?" You ask, rubbing at your arms.

Namjoon shrugs. "Nothing. Nothing really. The pack will know, pretty quickly. Our scents will be mingled. It doesn't mean anything, not if.... not if you don't want it to."

He slips your top down one of your shoulders, drawing in a sharp breath at how you shiver when he touches your skin. Your shirt keeps creeping back up and you impatiently tug it over your head, tossing it behind you.

Namjoon is overwhelmed for a moment at the expanse of your skin, at how he can't decide where he most wants to kiss you.

His hand is shaking a little as he trails his fingers along the line of your throat, across the dip at your collarbone.

He ducks his head and puts his lips there, that little hollow, and sucks a small, purple mark, testing your reaction.

You let out this little whimper in the back of your throat and his cock pulses under his jeans at the way your scent floods his nostrils.

He lifts his head to look into your eyes.

"Are you ready?"

You don't speak, you just nod, your eyes darker than usual.

Namjoon doesn't waste time, he's heard it can hurt if one partner doesn't like it and he never wants to hurt you, wants to make it quick.

It's easy for his fangs to unsheath this close to the blood moon and he bites down as gently as he can on the juncture of your shoulder and throat while still breaking the skin.

It's overwhelming, how your scent washes over him, how he remembers you in high school with your hair braided, the first time he couldn't take his eyes off the curls at the nape of your neck, the first time he ached to kiss you.

"Joonie," he hears you cry out his name and he lifts his head, eyes snapping to yours, worried, panic climbing up his throat. There are tears trailing down your cheeks.

"Did I hurt you?"

You shake your head and then you're climbing into his lap and your mouth is on his and he's forgotten how to breathe, head swimming with your scent and the taste of your tongue.

When you pull away he gasps in air and you're looking at him so softly, your hands going to unbutton his jeans and it's all happening so fast it makes him feel like it's all some kind of fever dream.

Even if it is, even if he'll wake up sticky and panting, he has to make the most of it because who knows if he'll live past Friday since he's marked the alpha's girl.

You still manage to get your hand down his pants and for a moment he just watches your small hand in awe as you cup him through his boxer briefs, bucking up into your hand and letting out a low growl.

He finds the strength to still your hands and lie you down on the bed of the truck, tugging off your cut-offs, and you're whining out his name again and again when he slips your panties off, spreads your thighs.

Namjoon pauses when he sees a fading bruise on your inner thigh, his skin suddenly got, a headache pulsing at his temples, something feral chanting mine mine mine.

He growls again, lower, and nips at the mark, making one of his own there.

You yelp out and he kisses you there, softly, murmuring against your skin, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. There was a mark there and I had to-"

"Hey." Your hands are in his hair and your touch calms him, and when he looks up at you, your eyes calms him even more. "Hey, he didn't mark me. You did."

He nods, loves you so fiercely in that moment he feels like his heart might burst.

He lowers his head, buries his nose in your cunt, unashamed, and inhales you, your scent of rose and maple bark and the musk of your sex making him dizzy.

He can't help but moan when he tastes you, lapping at your juices, nosing at your clit to inhale again, his cock so hard it's aching.

"Ah! Joonie...Namjoon... please, please..."

You tighten your thighs around his head and he sucks your clit between his lips and marvels at how responsive you are, how quick your thighs are trembling.

He can smell it when you're about to come, it smells almost like rainwater, mingling with your other scent and he just keeps licking and lapping at you, stiffening his tongue to insert into you.

You almost scream out his name, tugging at his hair, pulling him up to kiss you.

"You gotta fuck me, Joonie. You gotta fuck me hard and fast right now or In gonna explode," you babble against his mouth and he laughs, drunk on your taste and smell.

He's inside you in a moment, after fumbling with his jeans, moaning praises into your mouth.

It's hard and dirty just like you'd asked because it can't be any other way, he's been harder than diamond since he'd marked you.

"Y/n...baby...I want to make this good for you but you're so good, so perfect."

You're sliding up and down the bed of his truck with your head thrown back as he fucks you, and all it takes is the sight of his teethmarks on your shoulder to make his balls draw up tight.

"Fuck, fuck, baby, you look so beautiful with my mark. You look like mine, yeah? I..." I love you, is what his mind is chanting. Fuck, I love you.

But this is about you. This is about saving you from being mated by someone else. Getting to mark you, getting to be inside you is just a bonus.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lock your ankles at the small of his back to pull him deeper and he can’t hold it anymore, he’s coming inside you and kissing you again and again until his lips are bruised.

It’s half an hour later when he’s able to think again and by then you’ve tugged on your cut-offs and your shirt is covering the mark and he’s in the driver’s seat again, aching to snatch the fabric off it.

“Joonie, I didn’t know,” you say, and for a moment he doesn’t know what you mean and then his face is flooding with heat.

You’d felt it too, then, when he’d marked you, felt what he felt, how he saw you, and he wants to bury himself in the gravel outside the barn.

He doesn’t look at you when he starts the truck, and his throat is working when you slide over to straddle the gearshift and put your head on his shoulder.

You kiss him quick on the lips when you hop out of the truck, smiling, and then he doesn’t see you for three full days.

At the festival on Friday Namjoon is looking at the beer stills and wondering if he gets drunk enough before you arrive he won’t shift and try to kill his brother when he touches you when he sees you, watches you tug on Seokjin’s arm.

He’s already on edge, already been trying to call you and text you, stopping short of showing up at your house because your family might smell you on him and figure it out. He’s already twitchy from the blood moon, bones aching with the impending shift that he knows is coming right before the eclipse, that you’ve all prepared for by wearing loose clothes that you won’t mind ripping.

When Seokjin slips an arm around your waist as you lead him away Namjoon feels the fur that isn’t even there yet stand up on the nape of his neck.

He watches for a moment, telling himself he won’t follow but of course he does, his feet carry him there without his brain even knowing it.

Namjoon misses the conversation, but what he sees is Seokjin pulling you into his arms, leaning down to kiss your shoulder where his mark was under your shirt and he’s halfway through the shift before he knows what’s happening.

****

He takes it well, your old beau, and you appreciate it because you’ve all been friends your whole lives, they’re like family to you, Seokjin and Namjoon and the rest of the pack.

“Sorry, Jinnie,” you say, sheepishly, when you tug your shirt over to show Namjoon’s mark.

He just smiles at you, a little sadly. “Ah, I figured he’d get you in the end. You always did like him better, when we were kids.”

“Only because he didn’t cheat at horseshoes,” you laugh, and he laughs with you, pulling you into his arms.

Suddenly, Seokjin stiffens. “Oh, fuck,” he says softly, and that’s when you turn and see him.

You hold out your hands to the big, russet wolf, kneeling down a bit, exposing your throat, your mark, but he’s snarling, his eyes on Seokjin, who’s trembling a bit, trying to resist the change.

“Joonie,” You say, softly, and against everything you’ve ever been taught about male wolves, you approach him, running your fingers through the fur at his neck.

The big wolf whimpers, then, turns his eyes to yours, and you let him scent you, rubbing his nose along your mark. He exhales and finally sits, still watching Seokjin with fierce eyes.

Later, when the dawn is breaking and you’re both lying naked in the woods, bodies tired and aching from the shift, you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“You know, there’s another blood moon in three years, Joonie. Think you’ll be alpha by then?”

Namjoon blinks sleep from his eyes, confused. “Alpha? What? That’s what we were trying to avoid, Y/n, you getting stuck with a mate you didn’t want-”

You shush him with your mouth on his, smiling.

“After what I saw? How you looked at me when I was an acne ridden teenager with my stupid braid? How could I not want to be your mate?”

You kiss his dimples when he smiles, over and over, and come the next blood moon, you wear your mark proudly - all of them, in a strapless gown.

#kscproject #ksmutclub #kim namjoon x reader #werewolf!namjoon #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #bts rm x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #rm imagine #rm smut

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wolfvirago · 3 years

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FULL NAME. Robin Calatia MEANING. Red-breasted bird, city by the sea NICKNAME. Little wolf, little light, birdie GENDER. Female HEIGHT. 5′5″. AGE. 24, verse dependent ZODIAC. Sagittarius SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English + Japanese 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ! HAIR COLOUR. Blonde EYE COLOUR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair, it has rosy undertones and she has naturally pink cheeks that tends to grow redder when she feels intense emotions! Light dusting of freckles on the arms and knuckles. BODY TYPE. Average size, but with an obvious tone to her arms and legs. ACCENT. General Eastern US accent, not really noticeable. VOICE. Hard to describe? I personally give her the Japanese voice of Aki Asakura (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya) and English… Julia Garner (her fc!) DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Relaxed SCARS. Star shaped gash on her abdomen, where a bear had attacked her as a child. She was only able to survive because of her budding powers, which had come out in her time of need and scared the bear away, while also cauterizing the wound. TATTOOS. n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Her feral blue eyes. Many have likened them to those of a beast. It’s the one part of her body she can’t control the shifting of. That and her smile, with slightly sharp canine teeth. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ! PLACE OF BIRTH. Lost Woods, Adirondack Mountains, New York HOMETOWN. n/a BIRTH WEIGHT. Average BIRTH HEIGHT. 6 inches MANNER OF BIRTH. Born at home, without a midwife. Her mother was afraid she would be born as a pup, but thankfully, she was born as a human child. FIRST WORDS. Mama/Papa SIBLINGS. Older brother, he is three years older than her. (Nyx, older surrogate sister (anousagi)) PARENTS. Lincoln Calatia (father, called Link by his friends, swordsman), Miyuki Kobayashi (Japanese immigrant, painter and secret swordsman) PARENT INVOLVEMENT. Her parents were very close to her and her brother. They made it a point to be there for their children from day one, and teach them everything to defend themselves and love their forest. Unfortunately, her mother died from an illness, and her father was killed in combat not long after. From 10 to 15, she was raised by her older brother. 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! OCCUPATION. The protector and guardian of the forest. Self employed artist and author of woodland fauna guides. CURRENT RESIDENCE. Her family’s little cabin in the woods. CLOSE FRIENDS. Her brother. (verse dependent: Link (hylian-champion), Elsa (frostfractals), Ray (dullweapons), Cat (streetxcat), Spirit (hxldtheworld), Nezuko (crownshattered), Rengoku (mozaikrolez), Revali (ritohonour), Urbosa (gerudofury), Usagi (bunheadusako), Octavo (bransles), etc) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse dependent (Zelda (legendarylullaby), Niamh (intothewildsea), Volga (volcania), Rapunzel (maskedmuses), Dark (egotisticle), etc.) FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle class (?) DRIVER’S LICENSE. Verse dependent. CRIMINAL RECORD. no VICES. Clingy and anxious due to trauma revolving around abandonment. Suffers self doubt and hatred, depression. Stubborn. Too willing to self sacrifice. 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ! SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pan ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Pan PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | im open to discussing this more if our muses have a relationship, but it will all be privately done LIBIDO. see above note TURN ON’S. again- TURN OFF’S. again again- RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Very very cuddly. She likes to give gifts and cook for her partners, show all the affection she can muster so they know how much they mean to her. 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 ! CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. there’s a lot HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing and writing, mostly. But she adores drawing, especially when she can explore and get inspiration from the world around her. She also enjoys cooking and baking, gardening and reading. MENTAL ILLNESSES. anxiety, depression, PTSD PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. n/a LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. whichever one is the creative one lmao PHOBIAS. Losing everything she loves (again), failing her parents, not having the strength to continue living, being forgotten. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Pretty confident with bouts of doubt from time to time, nonetheless she’s someone who gives it her all with whatever new thing she’s trying out. Confident about herself in terms of her abilities, not so much her self worth in the endgame. VULNERABILITIES. She’s far too kind for her own good, giving benefit of the doubt to many. She’s also very responsible to a fault. And as implied above in phobias, well, she tends to put people’s own needs and safety above her own first and foremost. TAGGED BY: nobody i grabbed this from my archive TAGGING: say i tagged you, especially if you were listed as one of Robin’s friends/lovers owo

#;from the depths of the woods where the wind was born (meta)#;howling at the queue

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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alpha gerard/omega frank? love this blog btw :)

Thanks! I found this for you...

Alpha Gerard/Omega Frank

And The Autumn Moon Is Bright by wordslinging, 10k, Mature. "So...what, am I a werewolf now?"

you probably couldn’t see for the lights (but you were staring straight at me) by endlessnighttimesky, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. The wolf knows. It always does. It's just a matter of getting Frank to realize it, too.

Wolf Verse by kyOMG, 20k, Mature. Frank had never really fit in. He worked a shitty job and had no friends. He hated his life. Then a strange, beautiful man appeared at his door Halloween night.

Full Moon by Spnislife666, 5k, Explicit. Frank Iero is just a normal guy until a werewolf bites him and claims him as his omega. He is forced to live with the werewolf Gerard Way who is his mate. Read the tags.

The Sun and the Moon made the Stars by unorthodox_anthology, 2k, Not Rated. Gerard doesn’t know how long in his wolf-skin he spends there, just watching the boy in the water with the pups. They’re splashing around in a bend, knee deep in clear water, spraying water at each other whilst the boy stands at the edge, ankle deep with a toddler on his hip. The group is drenched from the waist down, hide skirts speckled with water and skin sparkling in the dewy sun. A strip of silken skin is visible through the draping skirt, brown skin dotted with ink, and Gerard has never wanted something so much as he wanted this boy, this beautiful being of sun and light and forest leaves that circle his head in a crown.

Werewolf 'verse by orphan_account, 5k, Explicit. "Frank knew he was due to go into heat soon...this heat, however, was early."

Fun and Games by paeifs, 1k, Explicit. Everything was all fun and games until Frank went into heat early.

Collar of Affection by ChemicalPunkSongwriter, 4k, Explicit. After Frank is claimed by his mate Gerard, everything seems to be perfect. Sure, Gerard can be a little possessive, but that's not a problem. Especially when they go camping in the woods for the full moon.

The Saviour Of The Broken by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, 17k, Not Rated. Frank Iero is an Omega not looking for a mate. Gerard Way is an Alpha looking for a Beta to fuck. Their meeting is almost accidental but it makes a huge impact on them both as they both realise exactly what they have been missing.

The Only Hope For Me Is You by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, 19k, Not Rated. Gerard Way is a broken Alpha. His Omega died and he filled the void with alcohol. Of course his brother is concerned and loves him, even when Gerard takes an instant disliking to Mikey's new Omega friend, Frank. Turns out though, Frank is the one person Gerard really needs.

Press Play by frnkxo, 325 words, Explicit. Part of a sex tape is discovered and watched.

And So We Found Each Other by frnkxo, 7k, Not Rated. When taking the trash out after work, Gerard finds something digging around in the trash behind the dumpster. Luckily, it wasn't a rabid raccoon or a serial killer. Unfortunately, it was a very, very pregnant Omega. And of course, Gerard is too nice to leave him out in the winter, so he lets him spend the night at his apartment.

i wanna hear you sing the praise by theomegapoint, 1k, Explicit. The rest of it is nice too, Gerard guesses, but the marathon sex gets exhausting after a while and sometimes Gerard would rather have this: Frank above him and shaking with the effort of keeping himself up, almost crying with need and want.

Untamed by Hangmans_Radio, 26k, Explicit. Nolite is the best heat suppressing drug on the market. It's the only one available that can be taken daily and without a break. Frank has spent so many years suppressing his heat cycles that he doesn't realise what's happening until it's too late. That he's working in a hotel full of Alpha's is less than ideal, but right when he's ready to give himself over to the first man who tries, Gerard Way comes to his rescue. But if Frank thought he was getting him that easily, he's about to get a nasty shock.

Omega Bliss by HeadRubEnthusiast, 7k, Explicit. The omega rolls his eyes but can't blame him. Gerard is much older than Frank, a good ten years. While this is nothing considering the long lifespan of a wolf blood, the end of prime mating age for a high ranking alpha like Gerard is rearing it's ugly head. He met Frank a little late in the game, as most pairs bond when omegas hit their first heat around sixteen. All of Gerard's litter mates already had their own packs by now, and Frank feels his shame and anger second hand.

Into the Shadows by patheticpunk, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank didn’t know what to except on his sixteenth birthday, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Promise? by Spun_The_Stars, 1k, General Audiences. The wind blew past Frank, ruffling his tangled gray fur. The omega had been wandering the forest on his own for several months, his pack just a blur in his mind. He faintly remembered the screaming and loud bangs, the unfamiliar smells, the fire. Most of all, he remembered running until his paws were scraped and bleeding, and his lungs were desperate for oxygen, that was when it all came crashing down. He was alone.

Frerard ABO's by DestielSnot, 18k, mostly Explicit. [A series of short fics]

what i want to say (never gonna leave you alone) by theomegapoint, 1k, Mature. “Okay,” Gee says, easy and willing like all Frank has to do is ask. “I don’t have equipment for that, though, so you’re gonna have to wait until I can call a friend.” “Equipment? Come on, Gee.” Frank falls backwards on the bed, exasperated. “How hard is it to stick your hand in me?” “Trust me,” Gee says, “We’re gonna need equipment.”

Sleepover by patheticpunk, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank can’t help but be scared of Mikey’s alpha older brother.

Let’s Mix It Up A Little by orphan_account, 686 words, Explicit. If Gerard could only tell you one thing about his mate, Frank, it would be that he was not like other omegas. Despite his size, almost everything about him seemed to at least scream beta. Like the fact that he was loud, brash, and straight to the point. This being said, maybe Gerard should’ve expected it when Frank asked to fuck him.

whatever will be by sweetchems, 4k [WIP], Explicit. Frank Iero is hardened. Frank Iero is cold-hearted. Frank Iero doesn't spare anyone. That gets you nowhere. And yet, when a man is thrown at his feet swimming in debts and begging to be spared... He softens.

Hold me close, tonight. by frankieisarat, 1k [WIP], Explicit. Frank and Gerard have been claimed by each other for months now, and they finally bond in the den in the corner of the garden.

Birthday celebration (Please read it) by Sp00k1eJ1m, 3k, Mature. legend of a family curse that affects the alphas. Gerard is an alpha but is willing to suffer through the insanity until the 18th birthday of someone special.

#frank/gerard #frerard #fic rec list #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #omegaverse #alternate universe

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antiquecompass · 4 years

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Untamed Spring Fest Day 17: Rest

A little of NieYao in Journeys ‘verse today:

The Nie Pack’s territory was massive here on the Other Side; far larger in terms of sheer square footage than what they’d held back home. They’d taken over an old estate that had fallen into disrepair. Rumor said it was haunted--a rumor started by Wayfarers of course, so they could keep the estate open for any of their kind seeking sanctuary on this side of the Divide---and any walking by the estate’s boundaries would often hear a chorus of howls. The haunting was real, as were the howls, but the wolves and the ghosts got along well. The Nie Pack (by all rights the Jin-Nie pack, but Jin Guangyao--Meng Yao--had thrown aside his father’s name as easily as he’d tossed aside his torn off head), had come to the estate via the Portal of Iona. It had been quite a feat, an entire pack of wolves traveling through the portal when the Veil dropped, then taking up an entire boat to reach the mainland, before traveling in a fleet of rented coach buses to arrive at the estate.

The Nie Pack had thrived here, free to roam over their wide grounds, to hunt in their untouched woods. They made nice with the local townspeople---some thought they were a cult, considering the size of their ‘family’ and the unfamiliar words and language they often spoke in, but a nice one, at least, who were always polite and always willing to donate to local causes and support local businesses.

Meng Yao had just come from a meeting with the local town leaders. The church bell tower needed restoration again and while Meng Yao was willing to write a check to cover the entire thing, they just wanted to see if the Nies would run a table at the charity festival. Qin Su’s lemon bars and egg tarts were apparently a hot baked good commodity for the locals. Meng Yao had agreed on his sister’s behalf and had stopped by the local grocer to place a special order to get the amount of ingredients required.

It was on the drive back to the estate that he felt the pull to run. Not to run away, just to run through the woods. He knew his mate had taken their son, Rusong, out for his first hunting lesson today. Meng Yao had been sad to miss it, but part of living on the Other Side was maintaining a place in the community. Soon they would all have to start wearing glamours to appear as if they’d aged; Huaisang was already gleefully planning all of their fake deaths.

But life was simple and peaceful now. Rusong was happy, healthy, showing Mingjue’s strength and Qin Su’s sweetness already. He was a bright boy, for only two years of age, and Meng Yao was proud to know the Nie Pack, his pack, was secure in their future. With Rusong and Jin Ling as a second possible heir, they could all breathe easy.

“Pack Leader, do you wish to stop at the woods or go up to the big house?”

Meng Yao met Nie Li’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “I’ll exit here,” he said, at the end of the drive. “Please see the packages to the kitchens.”

“Of course, Pack Leader.”

Meng Yao left his suit jacket and tie in the car. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves as he started walking into the woods, feeling more and more like himself as he shed each tell-tale aspect of modern humanity. He let his hair fall loose, let the glamour on his eyes drop, felt his senses return to their natural state. He could taste the magic of the woods in the air. And he could smell his mate and their pup on the wind.

He found them in a clearing. Mingjue in his massive wolf form, lazing in the sunlight. Meng Yao pretended like he didn’t see the little cub hiding in one of the bushes. He smiled to himself as he laid down next to the wolf, pointedly poking his exposed belly, as he ran his hand through the soft black fur.

“It would be so easy to kill you right now,” he said.

A twist of a head, a change in the air, and Mingjue appeared back in his human form. Effortless as always.

“You always greet me with the sweetest words. How blessed am I, to have such a mate,” he said.

“You are though,” Meng Yao said. He reached down and ran his fingers through Mingjue’s unbound hair. “You’re taking a rest?”

“I forgot how exhausting it is to train a cub,” he admitted. “I should’ve had Zonghui do it.”

“He has his own cub to train. Or demon? What is their child?” Meng Yao asked.

“Changeling is perhaps the best word for it,” Mingjue said.

They both smiled as they heard a distinct rustle of twigs and leaves before Meng Yao was bowled over by an enthusiastic gray wolf cub.

“Very good,” Meng Yao congratulated him. “Now turn back.”

It took Rusong far longer to change back to his human form, and he only remembered to manifest a pair of shorts instead of an entire outfit, but it was very good for a two-year-old.

“Our brilliant boy,” Meng Yao praised Rusong, cuddling him close and scenting him.

A happy rumble came from Mingjue’s chest, more wolf in sound than man, and Rusong immediately tried to imitate it. Their little glade filled with happy sounds, as Meng Yao couldn’t help but laugh at the efforts of their little wolf.

“What did the townsfolk want?” Mingjue asked as he sat up. He wrapped his arms around Meng Yao and Rusong, pulling them into his hold, scenting them both as well.

“There’s going to be a charity festival and they want us to run a table,” he said. “Well, they want Qin Su’s baked goods, but they made the offer to all of us.”

“Hmm,” Mingjue said.

Meng Yao laughed. His mate did not favor spending too much time around mortals. It was why he tended to stay on the estate, handling any affairs from their home realm, while Meng Yao worked out in the mortal world, handling their affairs on this side of the Divide. It was the balance that always worked for them and showed why they were equals in leading their pack.

Rusong looked up at him with the eyes of his father--Mingjue’s eyes--and patted his cheek.

“Run?” he asked.

Meng Yao laughed. “Just like your father, always about the hunt.”

“When he is older, you’ll teach him your own hunting style,” Mingjue said. “But he’s still too young to learn such tactics.”

“Tactics?” Meng Yao scoffed, pretending to be offended. “I surely don’t know what you’re implying there.”

“Yes, of course, you, the most swift-footed wolf I know, would just naturally fall to a slow pace and feign fatigue because your nose caught a scent it liked,” Mingjue said.

“That was one time and it was your scent,” Meng Yao said. He tilted his head up and kissed the underside of Mingjue’s chin. “It’s a little late to complain.”

“No complaints,” Mingjue said. “Just pointing out a strategy.”

“Indeed,” Meng Yao said.

He leaned against Mingjue’s chest for a moment more, just taking a little rest, before carefully putting Rusong on the ground. He pulled himself from Mingjue’s embrace and then took a deep breath before transforming into his wolf form.

Rusong made a little yip of joy and clapped his hands.

Meng Yao leveled his gaze at him until Rusong bowed his head. And then Meng Yao took off into the woods.

“You better change and catch him,” he heard Mingjue tell their son.

It wasn’t long until Meng Yao heard the scamppering of little paws behind him and the slower, steadier gait of Mingjue trailing them both. He dived behind a large fallen tree stump and waited, a feeling of weightlessness and joy through him, feeling free in these woods, in this form, and with his family behind him.

#long post #nieyao #untamed spring fest #verse: journeys #fandom: the untamed #my ridic writing

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shibemuses-a · 3 years

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FULL NAME. Robin Calatia MEANING. Red-breasted bird, city by the sea NICKNAME. Little wolf, little light, birdie GENDER. Female HEIGHT. 5′5″. AGE. 24, verse dependent ZODIAC. Sagittarius SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English + Japanese 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ! HAIR COLOUR. Blonde EYE COLOUR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair, it has rosy undertones and she has naturally pink cheeks that tends to grow redder when she feels intense emotions! Light dusting of freckles on the arms and knuckles. BODY TYPE. Average size, but with an obvious tone to her arms and legs. ACCENT. General Eastern US accent, not really noticeable. VOICE. Hard to describe? I personally give her the Japanese voice of Aki Asakura (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya) and English... Julia Garner (her fc!) DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Relaxed SCARS. Star shaped gash on her abdomen, where a bear had attacked her as a child. She was only able to survive because of her budding powers, which had come out in her time of need and scared the bear away, while also cauterizing the wound. TATTOOS. n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Her feral blue eyes. Many have likened them to those of a beast. It’s the one part of her body she can’t control the shifting of. That and her smile, with slightly sharp canine teeth. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ! PLACE OF BIRTH. Lost Woods, Adirondack Mountains, New York HOMETOWN. n/a BIRTH WEIGHT. Average BIRTH HEIGHT. 6 inches MANNER OF BIRTH. Born at home, without a midwife. Her mother was afraid she would be born as a pup, but thankfully, she was born as a human child. FIRST WORDS. Mama/Papa SIBLINGS. Older brother, he is three years older than her. PARENTS. Lincoln Calatia (father, called Link by his friends, swordsman), Miyuki Kobayashi (Japanese immigrant, painter and secret swordsman) PARENT INVOLVEMENT. Her parents were very close to her and her brother. They made it a point to be there for their children from day one, and teach them everything to defend themselves and love their forest. Unfortunately, her mother died from an illness, and her father was killed in combat not long after. From 10 to 15, she was raised by her older brother. 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! OCCUPATION. The protector and guardian of the forest. Self employed artist and author of woodland fauna guides. CURRENT RESIDENCE. Her family’s little cabin in the woods. CLOSE FRIENDS. Her brother. (verse dependent: Link (hylian-champion), Elsa (iskrone), Ray (dullweapons), Cat (streetxcat), Spirit (hxldtheworld), Nezuko (nezukoo), Rengoku (crtlv), Revali (ritohonour), Urbosa (gerudofury), The Prince (woodsbled), etc) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse dependent (Zelda (legendarylullaby), Niamh (intothewildsea), Volga (volcania), Rapunzel (maskedmuses), Dark (egotisticle), etc.) FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle class (?) DRIVER’S LICENSE. Verse dependent. CRIMINAL RECORD. no VICES. Clingy and anxious due to trauma revolving around abandonment. Suffers self doubt and hatred, depression. Stubborn. Too willing to self sacrifice. 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ! SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pan ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Pan PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | im open to discussing this more if our muses have a relationship, but it will all be privately done LIBIDO. see above note TURN ON’S. again- TURN OFF’S. again again- RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Very very cuddly. She likes to give gifts and cook for her partners, show all the affection she can muster so they know how much they mean to her. 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 ! CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. there’s a lot HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing and writing, mostly. But she adores drawing, especially when she can explore and get inspiration from the world around her. She also enjoys cooking and baking, gardening and reading. MENTAL ILLNESSES. anxiety, depression, PTSD PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. n/a LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. whichever one is the creative one lmao PHOBIAS. Losing everything she loves (again), failing her parents, not having the strength to continue living, being forgotten. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Pretty confident with bouts of doubt from time to time, nonetheless she’s someone who gives it her all with whatever new thing she’s trying out. Confident about herself in terms of her abilities, not so much her self worth in the endgame. VULNERABILITIES. She’s far too kind for her own good, giving benefit of the doubt to many. She’s also very responsible to a fault. And as implied above in phobias, well, she tends to put people’s own needs and safety above her own first and foremost. TAGGED BY: @spiritmaiden TAGGING: say i tagged you, especially if you were listed as one of Robin’s friends/lovers owo

#tagging games #meta tbt

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acourtcfmuses · 3 years

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THE LYCAN PACK - TEEN WOLF VERSE /HEADCANONS

Aurora (23), Rhudi (21), Lycus (21) & Silver (19)

GENERAL VERSE

The Lycan pack are all siblings, they’re all half siblings aside from Lycus and Silver who are both full siblings. They were born and raised in France, though they have a variety of accents based on who their mother in the pack was. Their pack was closed off from the outside world; their father a crazed Alpha on the Argent’s radar who was trying to breed himself a pack that could rival the likes of the Hale’s, however in his ambition, he was a terrible Alpha and often got his partners, beta’s and children hurt.

Aurora, Rhudi, Lycus and Silver got some help from their mothers after the word came that the Argent’s had left the area to sneak their children out with the idea to claim that the Argent’s had caught up to them and killed them while they were hunting.

With that the four left in the dead off night, but unfortunately, their father saw through their mothers lies and killed them and began hunting his children across Europe.

Eventually Aurora managed to get herself and her siblings onto a flight under fake names. Not even knowing where they were going until they got to the airport in Sicily and randomly picked a flight number; ending up in California.

From their they travelled on foot until they ended up in Beacon Hills, drawn there by the pool of the Nemeton.

As they were all homeschooled, Silver hadn’t completed High School yet, so despite being 18/19 years old, Aurora enrolled Silver as a sophomore/senior (verse dependent) in the High School to complete her final year of education formally. (Same year group as the McCall pack)

Rhudi managed to get himself a job as a ranger on the Preserve, which meant he could hunt for him and his siblings while they laid low.

Aurora got a job at the Sheriff’s office as a receptionist. This let’s her keep an eye on if there is any dangerous figures in town, like perhaps their father coming in on the attack.

Lycus moves between the school and the sheriff’s office through the day to watch after his sisters while Rhudi gets some sleep for the night shift on the preserve.

SUB-VERSE - ALPHA!ISAAC WITH @burnedchaos

In the verse where Isaac Lahey is their Alpha. Isaac came across their pack in France and seeing how their father was treating the pack, dealt with him. After that, the siblings accepted Isaac as their Alpha and after all he did to help them, they’ve promised their loyalty and protection to him.

Silver helps look after the pups that are still dealing with the after effects of their father’s treatment, Rhudi spends his time hunting in the woods for food for the pack. Lycus acts where possible as a personal bodyguard for Isaac and Aurora has a job in the nearby town to ensure an income for the pack.

MUSE SPECIFIC HEADCANONS

Aurora

Aurora’s eyes are either red or blue (verse dependent on if they’re going to join another pack or not)

Acts like an alpha, even when she isn’t one as she was being raised to take over their fathers pack one day.

Her father made her kill a hunter when she was fourteen. She refused at first and her father shot Rhudi in the shoulder and threatened to move into Lycus and then Silver if she didn’t comply, that was the day her eyes turned blue.

She has scars down her back that refuse to heal because they’re alpha injuries cause by her father.

Aurora is strong and too proud to ask for help. She’ll forgo eating to make sure her younger siblings eat. She knows she should ask the Sheriff for help but knows that she should.

She is logical, and used to be calm but given the conditioning of having to protect her siblings, she’s more trigger-happy now and will act first before asking questions

Rhudi

Rhudi and Lycus’ eyes are both blue

Rhudi has always been raised to be a beta, a hunter. SO his instincts were honed on hunting trips into the woods and being left out in the woods alone overnight by himself as a child.

His eyes became blue after he witnessed his father attacking one of his beta’s who weren’t related to him, the beta was fatally wounded and his father left them to bleed out, Rhudi was sixteen and he killed them to end their suffering.

The wound on his shoulder from when his father shot him when he was twelve is completely healed, but he does hold a fear of guns because of the incident.

Rhudi is quiet, calculating. He will observe situation, but is polite and seemingly well mannered despite his outwardly gruff appearance.

While Aurora is a bit jumpy, Rhudi has remained calm. He is the hunter off the pack. He’s had to always keep a level head and if the voice of reason to Aurora when she is too lost in her rage.

Lycus

Rhudi and Lycus’ eyes are both blue

Lycus is a beta wolf, but carries the secondary title as the pack’s protector. He enforces punishment against people who would hurt his family and he will make sure everything is safe for his family.

His eyes are blue because he fell in love with a hunter’s daughter from a nearby town when he was fifteen, when his dad found out he left for the town coming back covered in blood telling Lycus she was dead and it was his fault. OUt of the guilt of putting her in that position, his eyes changed to blue.

He has burn marks and cuts up one arm from where his father forced him to undergo training so that if he was caught by hunters no amount of torture would cause him to give up the pack. The hot instruments and blades were doused in wolfsbane which is why they didn’t heal correctly.

His scars were all covered over by tattoos as he is ashamed of them.

Lycus is stubborn, once his mind is set on something he’s doing it, there is no changing his mind. He’s over protective over the people he cares about both family and mate.

He is a cynic and will always believe the worst in the situation, believing it between to be pleasantly surprised than caught off guard. He finds it hard to trust people he meet, but once trust is earned, he’ll protect you for life.

Silver

Silver’s eyes are gold

Silver has been sheltered from a lot off the horrors committed by their father, but not all of them.

Her siblings bore the brunt of their father’s training, so her eyes have always remained gold. Their father has decided he wanted to keep her that way so that she could help raise the next lot of pups when he began expanding his pack again.

Silver can be a little nervous around new people, and she is fearful of Alpha’s and other packs because she fears they’d be like her dad and try hurt her and her siblings.

She’s never dealt with hunters but has grown up on horror stories her father told her about them.

Despite that, Silver is a bubbly teenager, very friendly and is enjoying experiencing the world like she never got too before (her favourite thing being school).

#🌕 [ aurora lycan ]#🌕 [ aurora headcanons ]#🌘 [ lycus lycan ]#🌘 [ lycus headcanons ]#🌔 [ silver lycan ]#🌔 [ silver headcanons ]#🌑 [ rhudi lycan ]#🌑 [ rhudi headcanons ]

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Hi I love your writings Sm💞 and I was wondering if you could recommend me any really fluffy drarry fics ty! :)

Hi dear nonnie! Thank you for reading my stuff! 💜

Sorry for the late reply…. Things are crazy here. 😅

Have some fluff:

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook

dracogotgame

Mature

30.493

One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie

dracogotgame

Teen And Up Audiences

7.530

Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.

Settle in in my slow-burning heart

orphan_account

Not Rated

"So maybe it really actually starts like this: Draco is gifted a truly horribly ugly Christmas jumper by his mother, and is guilt-tripped into wearing it at work.

Apparently Harry takes the hideousness of the jumper to mean that Draco is okay with receiving terribly ugly things for presents, because the next time he’s abroad – in bloody Chicago – he brings back an eagle with the American flag on its back that is capable of singing the first three lines of the American anthem if you press it on the stomach back for Draco."

Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it's all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco's flat, Draco considers the possibility that he's going insane.

A Fluffy Little Olive Branch

JulietsEmoPhase

Teen And Up Audiences

4.878

Harry comes into work one day to find a box with a baby owl inside sitting on his desk, and a note from a mystery well-wisher.

Post Hogwarts AU, non-epilogue compliant. No smut, pre-relationship fluff.

The Wolf Pack

dracogotgame

Teen And Up Audiences

13.672

Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?

Thermodynamic Equilibrium

DorthyAnn (JenniferMarie)

Teen And Up Audiences

5.025

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

To Tame a Kitten (is to love)

tsauergrass

General Audiences

13.883

After the war, Harry finds solace in fostering orphaned kittens. One day, a kitten appears on his door step without explanation—and attacks him! Taking it in, he quickly finds that this kitten is nothing ordinary.

“What?” Harry asks, bewildered. “What do you want?”

The kitten meows loudly at a piece of layered meat.

“Guanciale?” Joe seems surprised. “Oh. Italians use it to make…carbonara.”

Harry looks disbelievingly at the kitten. It meows loudly again before it lowers its head, ready to plunge into the meat—

“No!” Harry yelps and grabs hold of it, “Don’t—”

Joe bursts into laughter. “You know what, I’ll give it to you for free. Can’t say no to a cat who wants to eat proper carbonara.”

And everything here:

Fluffy!verse series

Saras_Girl

59.390

11 Works

#asked and answered #anonymous #Fluff recs #Thanks for the ask nonnie #gnarf recs

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neithergodsnormen · 4 years

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@tymptir sent ❔

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

okay so I am going through my muses I would like to see interact with yours and elaborating at least one plot idea! putting the rest under the cut cos I have a feeling this will be long because I have a looooot of ideas

Beric Dondarrion

Arya Stark - talking while she is in the Brotherhood’s hands

Domeric Bolton - Domeric not dying like he did in canon and then being among the group sent to deal with the Mountain that became the Brotherhood

Gendry - Brotherhood interactions for reasons

Daario Naharis

Jon Connington - Jon coming face to face with Daario in a verse where Tyrion doesn’t convince Young Griff to take Westeros

Jorah Mormont - The headbutting that we did not see between them since they were not always in Dany’s line of sight

Quentyn Martell - Quentyn being there when Daario returns and the awkward that ensues (at least on Quen’s end)

Rolly Duckfield - Duck coming face to face with Daario in a verse where Tyrion doesn’t convince Young Griff to take Westeros

Victarion Greyjoy - These two would be interesting to have interact

Euron Greyjoy

Victarion Greyjoy - Brothers being rivals

Garlan Tyrell

Edmure Tully - The two talking if Edmure visits Highgarden before shit hits the fan cos his father would have been looking at the major houses with daughters to see about making a match for him and Edmure would go through the motions to make his father proud and that could mean a friendly conversation could happen

Loras Tyrell - Loras looking up to his older brother and going to him for advice on things

Margaery Tyrell - Margaery also looking for her big brother’s advice since Garlan is the only one of the immediate family married

Willas Tyrell - Willas and Garlan brotherly bonding

Gendry

Arya Stark - All the threads between these two, before their separation and their possible reunions

Domeric Bolton - Domeric not dying like he did in canon and then being among the group sent to deal with the Mountain that became the Brotherhood and interacting with Gendry after the Brotherhood finds Arya and company

Edmure Tully - Edmure getting taken by the Brotherhood when he was being escorted to Casterly Rock after the Seige of Riverrun and getting to interact with Gendry after seeing Stoneheart for the first time

Grenn

Arya Stark - AU where Arya makes it to the Wall with Gendry and then the members of the Watch get to deal with angry little wolf

Dalla - AU where my girl Dalla lives and Grenn gets to meet the captive Wildling Queen

Domeric Bolton - I have an AU where Domeric out near the Wall in Mole Town when he nearly died and so could meet Grenn when the people of Mole Town are temporarily moved to Castle Black when the Battle of Castle Black happened

Gendry - AU where Gendry makes it to the Wall and becomes a recruit

Jaime Lannister - AU where Jaime took the Black at the end of the Rebellion so is a senior member of the Watch when Grenn arrives

Jon Connington - AU where instead of going to Essos when Aerys dismissed him Jon Con took the Black and so is a senior member of the Watch when Grenn arrives

Jorah Mormont - AU where instead of running to Essos with his wife, Jorah took the Black to avoid execution so is a senior member of the Watch when Grenn arrives

Ned Stark - AU where Ned is allowed to take the Black instead of being executed like was promised

Sigorn - Grumpy Thenn interacting with Grenn

Stannis Baratheon - I need more of Stannis at the Wall

Harrion Karstark

Arya Stark - Tiny Stark interacting with Harrion, if I recall they were at Harrenhal at the same time

Domeric Bolton - I had Domeric be a pretty close friend of the Karstark siblings before his death soooo

Howland Reed - *chanting* Northern Lords getting revenge for Red Wedding

Jaime Lannister - Either one as prisoner for the other’s side

Lyanna Stark - not sure when you have him born but little Harry interacting with Lyanna before shit goes down maybe?

Ned Stark - Harrion would need to get to know his Lord as the heir right?

Robb Stark - Robb with all his bannermen, just saying

Sigorn - ahahhahahahaha THAT CONVERSATION/THREAD WILL BE FUUUUUN

Theon Greyjoy - The march down maybe?

Torrhen Karstark - BROTHER INTERACTIONS

Jaime Lannister

Arya Stark - Arya being a curious pup and bothering Jaime with tons of questions on the way down from Winterfell to KL

Ashara Dayne - Ashara while still Elia’s lady talking to new Kingsguard Jaime

Elia Martell - Rebellion threads and general threads with Jaime before the Sack

Elia Sand - El getting to come with her parents to KL and getting to interact with Jaime

Jon Connington - Jaime interacting with Jon Con when Jon Con is Hand, before he falls from Aerys’ grace

Loras Tyrell - New Kingsguard Loras and Lord Commander Jaime or even talking after Loras unhorsed him in the joust mentioned by Littlefinger

Margaery Tyrell - Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Jaime interacting with the little rose Queen?

Ned Stark - AU where Ned asks Jaime what the fuck happened in the throne room that day

Robb Stark - Captive Jaime interacting with Young King Robb

Stannis Baratheon - There is over 14 years of interactions we do not see that could have happened with these two

Jeor Mormont

Arya Stark - AU where Arya makes it to the Wall with Gendry and then the members of the Watch get to deal with angry little wolf

Gendry - AU where Gendry makes it to the Wall and becomes a recruit

Jaime Lannister - AU where Jaime took the Black at the end of the Rebellion

Jon Connington - AU where instead of going to Essos when Aerys dismissed him Jon Con took the Black

Jorah Mormont - AU where instead of running to Essos with his wife, Jorah took the Black to avoid execution

Ned Stark - AU where Ned is allowed to take the Black instead of being executed like was promised, or just the convos they had been having in canon about moving people to the Gift to pay taxes to the Wall so it would have better support

Maron Greyjoy

Dale Seaworth - Young Captains with large shoes to fill with who their fathers are?

Ned Stark - Maron being the hostage instead of Theon

Robb Stark - Maron being the hostage instead of Theon

Stannis Baratheon - Maron and Theon both being hostages, but Maron is given to Stannis

Theon Greyjoy - bby Theon and his big brother

Victarion Greyjoy - Maron and his nuncle interacting if Maron survives and Theon was still taken as hostage

Orell

Dalla - Orell getting to interact with his King’s wife

Sigorn - Sigorn poking at Orell before the man goes to the Skirling Pass

Renly Baratheon

Domeric Bolton - Domeric being sent to squire at Storm’s End instead of Redfort

Edmure Tully - Edmure and Renly interacting at one of Robert’s tourneys

Garlan Tyrell - the King in Highgarden, just saying

Jaime Lannister - Again, a good number of years where we don’t see the interactions

Loras Tyrell - Either Loras’s squiring or any number of the years they spent together, and we do have the march they could do

Margaery Tyrell - their wedding maybe?

Ned Stark - We don’t see all of the shenanigans they got up to while in KL

Stannis Baratheon - the Seige, cos 17 year old Stannis watching out for 6 year old Renly before their relationship was soured by circumstance *cough*theirbrother*cough*

Willas Tyrell - THE KING IN HIGHGARDEN

Rhaegar Targaryen

Ashara Dayne - Rhaegar talking with his best friend’s sister and one of his wife’s companions? Maybe them worrying over Elia together when Elia is expecting one of the babes

Elia Martell - Married life and I see these two as good friends

Jon Connington - Jon wants all the interactions with the man he is in love with

Stannis Baratheon - I have a verse where Rhaegar won and Stannis is a captive in KL as the brother of the rebel

Robb Stark

Arya Stark - Arya getting to Riverrun before Robb departs for the Twins

Domeric Bolton - Domeric being warded to the Starks instead of the Redforts

Edmure Tully - Robb and his uncle talking and getting to know one another before the next move in the war

Elia Sand - Little Lady Lance ending up in the Stark army somehow

Howland Reed - Robb getting to do his plan to take Moat Cailin and getting to meet his father’s oldest friend

Jaime Lannister - Jaime as a prisoner

Lyanna Stark - Lyanna lives but refuses to leave Winterfell after what happened, begging her brother to tell the world she died and so she stays in Winterfell as a sort of nanny to her nieces and nephews

Margaery Tyrell - I think an expert from the books sums up what I would love to do on this front “ If you had to fall into a woman's arms, my son, why couldn't they have been Margaery Tyrell's? The wealth and power of Highgarden could have made all the difference in the fighting yet to come. And perhaps Grey Wind would have liked the smell of her as well.” - Catelyn II A Storm of Swords

Ned Stark - Ned teaching his son how to rule the North

Theon Greyjoy - Interactions of the best friends who were practically almost brothers

Torrhen Karstark - Tor was one of Robb’s guards so maybe an AU where he wasn’t killed in the Battle of the Whispering Wood

Samwell Tarly

Arya Stark - AU where Arya makes it to the Wall with Gendry and then the members of the Watch get to deal with angry little wolf

Dalla - AU where my girl Dalla lives and Sam gets to meet the captive Wildling Queen

Domeric Bolton - I have an AU where Domeric out near the Wall in Mole Town when he nearly died and so could meet Sam when the people of Mole Town are temporarily moved to Castle Black when the Battle of Castle Black happened

Garlan Tyrell - Let Sam interact with the Tyrells

Gendry - AU where Gendry makes it to the Wall and becomes a recruit

Jaime Lannister - AU where Jaime took the Black at the end of the Rebellion so is a senior member of the Watch when Sam arrives

Jon Connington - AU where instead of going to Essos when Aerys dismissed him Jon Con took the Black and so is a senior member of the Watch when Sam arrives

Jorah Mormont - AU where instead of running to Essos with his wife, Jorah took the Black to avoid execution so is a senior member of the Watch when Sam arrives

Loras Tyrell - Let Sam interact with the Tyrells

Margaery Tyrell - Let Sam interact with the Tyrells

Ned Stark - AU where Ned is allowed to take the Black instead of being executed like was promised

Sigorn - Grumpy Thenn interacting with Sam

Stannis Baratheon - I need more of Stannis at the Wall

Willas Tyrell - LET SAM INTERACT WITH THE TYRELLS

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark - Sister threads, be it reunion or otherwise

Domeric Bolton - AU where Ned betrothed Sansa to Domeric before Robert arrives and Domeric doesn’t die (basically let’s keep Joffery’s grubby paws away from Sansa)

Edmure Tully - Sansa meeting her sweet hearted uncle

Elia Sand - El getting to come with her parents to KL and getting to interact with Sansa

Garlan Tyrell - Sansa getting to interact with the Tyrells

Jaime Lannister - Sansa and Jaime getting to talk after he made her mother that promise

Loras Tyrell - Sansa getting to interact with the Tyrells

Margaery Tyrell - Sansa getting to interact with the Tyrells

Ned Stark - Father daughter threads are to die for

Quentyn Martell - AU where Ned betrothed Sansa to Quentyn before Robert arrives and before Doran learns that the Viserys idea will not work (basically let’s keep Joffery’s grubby paws away from Sansa)

Robb Stark - LET ROBB BE A GOOD BIG BROTHER

Stannis Baratheon - AU where Stannis wins the Battle of the Blackwater and gets Sansa out of Lannister hands

Theon Greyjoy - AU where Ned betrothed Sansa to Theon before Robert arrives like Theon had mentioned in one of his chapters of hoping (basically let’s keep Joffery’s grubby paws away from Sansa)

Torrhen Karstark - AU where Ned betrothed Sansa to Torrhen before Robert arrives cos Torrhen would be a protective hubby (basically let’s keep Joffery’s grubby paws away from Sansa)

Willas Tyrell - SANSA GETTING TO INTERACT WITH THE TYRELLS also AU where she gets to go to Highgarden and Willas gets to surround her with all the puppies to cheer her up and make her feel safe

Tyrion Lannister

Arya Stark - Arya being the inquisitive pup she is asking tons of questions while everyone is still in Winterfell

Elia Sand - El getting to come with her parents to KL and getting to interact with Tyrion

Jaime Lannister - Brother threads

Jon Connington - Grumbly Griff and Tyrion

Jorah Mormont - The merry adventures of Jorah and Tyrion, members of the Second Sons

Loras Tyrell - Tyrion interacting with Loras after Loras is in the Kingsguard

Margaery Tyrell - Margaery interacting with her betrothed’s uncle

Ned Stark - We lack Ned and Tyrion content

Quentyn Martell - Tyrion and Quentyn meeting in Meereen and the Prince not getting turned into a Crisp

Rolly Duckfield - More adventures on the Shy Maid

Stannis Baratheon - Again missing years of interactions before the series starts

Varys

Elia Martell - Varys talking to her about a plan to save her babies (even if Young Griff turns out to be a fake in the books, give my girl SOME hope)

Elia Sand - El getting to come with her parents to KL and getting to interact with Varys

Gendry - Pretty sure that Varys is the one who got the boy his apprenticeship and out of KL, so threads with them and Gendry not knowing who he is?

Jaime Lannister - Time in Aerys’s court or Robert’s court

Jon Connington - Jon Con’s time as Hand

Jorah Mormont - We know he was on Varys’ payroll as a spy so how did he become Varys’ spy?

Ned Stark - Ned and Varys finding a way to get Ned’s ass out maybe?

Quentyn Martell - Quen meeting Varys would certainly be interesting

Stannis Baratheon - Again, missing 14 years of interactions

yeaaaah i wrote a lot on this >.> and so ends my mini manifesto

#🇮🇪 outofwesteros: ramblings of the mun #🇮🇪 my heart's desire: wanted plots #tymptir

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