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thechaoticdruid · 5 months

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[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant]

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: I made a post a while back about Ascended Astarion meeting Spawn Astarion via multiversal timeline shenanigans and legit maybe one person shared a fic with a similar premise.

So basically I was like *puts on infinity gauntlet* “Fine, I'll do it myself.”

Content Warning// 18+ for Sexual humor and suggestive themes. I legit have not been in the fanfiction business in years so go easy on me.

Characters might be ooc. Spelling/Grammar mistakes may be present. A wee bit of blood and violence. Gale is made fun of. Tav is based heavily off my human druid Tav, Winnie and uses She/Her pronouns.//

Possible Triggers: Ascended Astarion, kidnapping, mentioned character death, possessiveness, obsession, AA touches Tav without her consent (not sexually tho), Galeshaming.

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Ah, the Elfsong. There was really no better place to unwind after a long day of adventuring. And there was really nothing better to help one unwind than a favorite snack, a cold drink and lovely company. Unfortunately for Tav she'd have to wait up on the company as her beloved was currently preoccupied with his nightly grooming. Gods only know how long that man will take doing his hair. The human female rolled her eyes and brought her wine bottle to her lips taking a few swigs before biting into some cheese she'd been nibbling on prior. Tav lounged about on their shared bed wearing nothing but a black tank and red boxers. Despite the peace and relaxation she was getting pretty bored without her love to snuggle and gossip with. Tav finished off the last few bites of cheese before she pulled out the private journal she'd been keeping since this whole adventure began. Little doodles of her partner decorated the pages along with her chicken scratch handwriting.

She had documented details of their adventure whenever she had the chance and also took the time to add various doodles of her companions and any monsters they encountered. (Some of her favorite drawings included herself opening a bottle and releasing a spectator. And of course a lovely little drawing of her and Astarion kicking the shit out of Cazador.)

As she waited Tav began to entertain herself by writing down a to-do list.

“Ah lets see…Yep definitely gonna have to have a chat with that pompous prick who was threatening a kid the other day. Maybe I can invite him back to the tavern later? I'm sure Star wouldn't mind having a snack.” Tav hummed, scribbling down everything she had planned out as of late.

Shit I need to do:

‘Feed rich tit to boyfriend.’

‘Teach Shadowheart to swim.’

‘Buy Clive a best friend.’

‘Murder baddies.’

‘Wildshape into a pigeon and shit on Gortash's head.’

‘Buy boyfriend cute clothes.’

‘Take Gale shopping for wizardy stuff.’

‘Look into real estate in the Underdark.’

‘Take Scratch for a walk.’

‘Kill more bad people.’

‘Contemplate licking dead spider.’

‘Be screamed at by Gale for licking dead spider.’

‘Buy flowers for Karlach and Shadowheart.’

‘Buy boyfriend more cute clothes.’

‘Study wizard stuff.’

‘Help Moon Lesbians plan wedding.’

‘Research ring of the sunwalker.’

‘Piss off the Gods……Again…’

‘Remember to take Astarion on romantic beach date before fighting the Elder Brain.’

‘Unalive people of not goodness.’

‘Shave Gale’s beard while he sleeps.’

‘Continue writing smutty novel series so I can keep buying boyfriend cute clothes.’

“Tav, a word please.” Gale appeared from around the corner. Tav groaned, annoyed by the prospect of having to get up. Especially since Gale looked like he was going to scold her for something. Begrudgingly she hopped off the bed, leaving the comfort of her room to see what in the hells that damn wizard wanted.

“What do you need, Gale? I'm kinda in the middle of writing down my to-do list.”

“Am I inclined to believe that you've been writing erotic novels that feature Astarion and I?” The wizard inquired.

“Pfft! What in the hells gave you that idea!” Tav laughed, her eyes staring off to the side nervously as she twiddled her thumbs. Gale pulled out a red leather bound book titled ‘Blood-Mage’. It was a ridiculously smutty novel about a young handsome sorcerer named Garrett Delarous who is reluctantly forced to team up with a dastardly, but world endingly beautiful Vampire Lord in order to save the world or some shit. (The book mostly focused more on smut than plot.) Amazingly the novel had made a killing after Tav had peddled it at Sharess's Caress. It seemed nearly everyone wanted a copy. (Tav was also pretty sure she noticed Halsin was reading the book as well.)

“My series is about a renowned sorcerer and a Vampire Lord. There's a difference, Gale.” Tav crossed her arms with a huff.

“You can't just profit off of other people's likenesses Tav! You at least need to pay them royalties!”

“I always give half the money I earn to Astarion.”

“I’m talking about me!”

“I think my beloved ‘gloves of power’ were more than enough payment for you.” Tav huffed before looking off to the side with a sad look.

I miss those gloves so much.

Gale sighed in annoyance, pinching the bride of his nose. He was used to Tav’s shenanigans at this point but this was just ridiculous. Not to mention while skimming through Tav's scandalous work he noticed the sorcerer was always on the bottom during intimate scenes. The audacity!

“Besides I use the money I make from this for not only myself and Astarion, but the rest of the camp as well. Adventuring ain't cheap ya know?”

“You can at least give me a small percentage of the profits. Say thirty percent?”

“Ten percent.” Tav said flatly.

“Twenty percent?”

“Ten percent.” Tav repeated.

“Fine.” Gale gives in, causing the shorter of the two to smirk triumphantly. Tav watched smugly as the wizard slumped off in defeat before quickly adding another note to her to-do list.

‘Give 10% of book money to the stinky wizard.’

Tav finished off her list as she felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her form from behind, her cheeks tinting light pink. “Do you really need to take five hours in the bath?” She hummed, turning her head to meet her partner’s crimson gaze. His hair was dry and looked rather soft and silky and he was dressed in this eccentric red silk robe with fluffy black trim.

“You can't rush art, darling.” Astarion purred before nuzzling his cheek against hers. “You know if you were getting impatient you could have joined me in the tub. I would have loved the company.” He murmured huskily.

“In these tiny ass bathtubs? I'd have to sit on your lap and even then I doubt we'd have enough room to really do anything.” Tav replied, nuzzling back against him.

“We could still try.~” The vampire cooed.

“Tempting, but the others have whined enough about our night time activities. Apparently we're noisy.”

“Then perhaps next time I shall have to gag you won't I?”

“Alright! I'm ending this conversation here!” Tav said quickly, face burning up at his teasing.

“Besides, I’ll need some sleep for tomorrow. Gortash won't kill himself, unfortunately.” Tav said with a yawn.

“Really? Now? I was hoping you'd at least cuddle with me before bed.” Astarion pouted.

“Oh you poor thing. Fine, we can cuddle till I fall asleep. Cutie.” The human female smiled sweetly before planting a kiss on her lover's cheek, receiving a content hum in response. Tav turned to pull away from the elf's embrace before suddenly feeling herself be scooped up and tossed over his shoulder.

“Hey! What did I say about picking me up!?” She whined, squirming a bit as she hung over his shoulder. “I don't like being manhandled!”

“But you're so adorable like this.~” Astarion teased, his hand gripping her ass as he carried over to the bed. Despite Tav’s complaints she did little else in protest besides pout and blush as she was whisked away. The two of them soon settled on the bed, Tav immediately nuzzling into Astarion's chest and relaxing. Astarion’s clawed fingernails found their way into her messy locks, caressing and running through them as the two snuggled together. His skin was cold to the touch, but honestly Tav actually liked it. It kinda reminded her of the cool side of her pillow. Even though there was the constant threat of death around every corner the two of them were still able to cherish their time together, and hopefully now that Astarion had been freed of his master they would continue to do so.

There was still the tiny issue of an evil alien brain thing that could turn them into soulless squid monsters, but they'd be able to take care of that sooner or later. A part of Tav wanted to put it off as selfish and dangerous as it could be. Because as soon as they destroyed the brain, they'd destroy the only protection Astarion had against the sun. Tav wasn't about to give up on finding a way for her love to enjoy the sun, but for now she'd at least make the time he has left in it special.

“Star….” Tav murmured aloud, her head tilting upwards to meet her partner's eyes.

“Yes dear?” He hummed.

“You know there's actually something I've been meaning to talk to you about. We've been together for a while now and well…we haven't actually had a real date….I mean I guess it's understandable considering we have to save the world and shit, but I was thinking maybe if there's time we could do something together....” Tav bit down on her lip as she sat up on the bed. She felt nervous all of a sudden, not used to asking for stuff like this. Astarion had always been the one to initiate most of their romantic activities. The best Tav could do was a kiss on the cheek or a hug and even that had taken a while for her to get comfortable with.

“What about all our little late night trysts? Do those not count as dates?” Astarion raised an eyebrow though his tone was playful.

“Ehh…well…rolling around in the dirt in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly what I'd call a date.” Tav said awkwardly, earning a chuckle from her vampire.

“I suppose you're right. We've never really had any bonding time without you being pinned underneath me.” He joked before quickly clearing his throat and finally trying to be serious. “What do you have in mind, darling?”

“I just want to take you out somewhere…We could go out to eat or just walk in the park….” The human female twiddled her thumbs as she trailed off, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “I'd be up for anything really as long as I'm with you.”

“I…would like that very much, my love.” Astarion cupped her cheek, his eyes soft and full of affection. He pulled her into a sweet chaste kiss, allowing her to return it before she pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

Thudd!

Tav quickly pulled back from Astarion's embrace as she heard a noise. She looked around frantically for the sound.

“Tav? Is something wrong?” Astarion asked.

“I just heard something…” She said before suddenly her eyes landed at the window near their bed. On the opposite side of the window seat a small white bat could be seen looking through the glass. Its little red eyes stared at the human with an intense gaze. “It's a bat.” Tav pointed towards the window. Astarion looked over at the little creature before internally groaning.

No. She better not even think about it!

The bat blinked, looking at Tav a few times before curling its left wing against its body.

“I think its wing is injured!” Tav exclaimed with concern.

“Ugh leave it! We've taken in enough stray beasts!” Astarion scoffed, but Tav immediately ignored him, rushing over to the window.

“Tav! Don't! It probably has some horrible disease or something!”

Tav quickly opened the window, her eyes going soft as she looked down at the small animal. She moved to scoop it up into her arms but before she could the bat simply fell back.

“Shit!” She shouted.

“Thank the gods, it's dead. Now come back to bed, darling.” Astarion said, patting the spot besides him. Tav just glared at him silently before suddenly she wildshaped into a raven and flew out the window.

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While Tav didn't preach about nature 24/7 like Halsin did she was still just as much of a druid as he was and couldn't bear to stay by while an injured animal was in need. (Much to her lover's dismay.) She'd flown out the window of their room and circled around looking for the little bat.

There was no sign of the winged beast anywhere near the elfsong, but at least that was a sign it likely hadn't fallen to its death. Tav kept searching, eventually straying further from the tavern until she was forced to land and give her wings a breather, returning back to her human form.

“Dammit it's so dark I can't tell where I am. Everything looks different at night.” Her eyes strained as she struggled to make out any familiarity. Despite having lived in Baldur's Gate for about ten years Tav had always made it a point not to roam about at night. Her lack of dark vision made night time prowling even more dangerous, especially in this city.

She decided to reserve her strength instead of wild-shaping again. From what she could make out in the dark she'd found herself in one of the back alleys. Tav kept stumbling around in the dark for a while until at last she began to consider heading back. The bat likely wasn't dead since she had seen no hair or hide of it and she really wasn't in the mood to find herself in trouble. It constantly seemed to follow Tav these days it seemed. Last time she wandered around the city by herself she got into a fist fight with some stuck up noble lady who had referred to her as ‘a fat ugly little boy’. (The others were not happy about sneaking her out of prison that day.)

Just as Tav was about to assume the form of a beast fit for the night she noticed some light up ahead. The graveyard had been illuminated by a couple of lanterns. Tav approached hoping it would help her map out her way back if she just remembered how to get to the Elfsong from there. However as soon as she got close to the light someone was waiting for her.

“Astarion?” Tav called out as her silver haired lover stepped out of the darkness. She expected nagging, and complaining about having to come out here looking for her, but instead Astarion just stared at her intensely as if studying every detail of her face. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern. Something was very strange about this. Astarion being quiet for long was never a good sign. Tav scanned him over, almost immediately noting his elegant attire. A black and red suit with silver bats embroidered on it. Odd. Tav had never seen him wear this outfit before. And he was always quick to show off any new clothes to her, seeking her praise. Astarion moved towards her quickly and out of nowhere pulled her into a crushing hug.

“Yes of course. I was just worried about you, my sweet.” His grip on her was almost uncomfortably tight, as if he was holding onto her for dear life.

“I haven't been gone that long….” Tav stiffened. There was an abnormal warmth to his body. Sure he was able to raise his temperature after feeding, but there was hardly a decent supply of beasties for him to nibble on in this city, not to mention he would have had to have found one pretty damn fast before seeking her out.

“You’ve always been such a brave little thing, haven't you?” He let out a chuckle, his grip on her didn’t falter. His tone didn't seem threatening, but one thing for sure set off an alarm in her.

Thump-thump.

Tav immediately ripped herself away from him and took a few steps back, her eyes glaring daggers. “Who the hells are you?” She snapped.

“Whatever, ever do you mean, pet?” His voice was full of false innocence, it reminded her a lot of how Astarion would often speak whenever accusations were hurled at him, but this person was definitely not her lover.

Tav’s first instinct was to assume he'd probably been one of the shape-changers they'd been attacked by in the past, but there was this gnawing gut feeling that this time was different.

“Drop the act. I've already met enough shit heads running around wearing someone else's face. Who are you really?”

“I’m Astarion. Really dear, I'm disappointed you have so little faith in me that you'd think I'd allow some lowly shape-changers near you.” He took a few steps forward.

“Stay away from me…” Tav growled out through gritted teeth. Damnit. She didn't have any weapons and was literally in her sleepwear.

“You seem tired, love. Perhaps we should head back so you can get some rest?” He extended his hand towards her. Tav was about to say something else before suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere, nearly hitting the Astarion look alike in the shoulder. He was able to dodge just in the nick of time. Tav gasped in surprise before quickly turning back to see another…. Astarion?

The two looked identical aside from their clothing. The imposter was wearing his elegant suit and the other one (whom Tav hoped to the gods was actually him) was wearing a familiar red and black doublet.

“Hells teeth.” Astarion spoke up as he looked over at the two. Tav immediately sniffed air around the second Astarion. The tiniest whiff of death hit her senses and immediately she ran over to him.

“Star!” Tav was by his side in an instant. His arm quickly looped around her hip protectively before he scanned over her face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, receiving a nod in response. Astarion then looked over towards his look alike. “My, aren't you just beautiful? I must admit I'm quite flattered you chose to imitate me.”

“Is that what you think of me? I'm hurt.” The other vampire laughed. “I am no mere imitation. I am you…..well a better you.”

“You're not making any sense!” Tav hissed, her jaw clenching as she suppressed the urge to let out an animal-like growl.

“Allow me to shed some light on it then. I come from a reality where instead of choosing to remain weak and pathetic we became who we always wanted to be.” Tav's eyes widened at the revelation, though she was still debating whether or not to believe all this madness. Of course she'd been to hells, the shadowfell and even fought a god so maybe this wasn't too far fetched.

“The Vampire Ascendant.”

“If you're telling the truth then why are you here? You have everything you want don't you?” The vampire spawn quirked an eyebrow. Meanwhile the Ascendant’s face suddenly turned cold. He almost looked sad.

“I did. Wealth, power, pleasure, everything I could ever dream of. I was on the cusp of dominating the entirety of the sword coast. Everything was mine. But none of it mattered without the one thing I cherished most. My beloved consort. My Tav.” His eyes suddenly locked into the human female. She felt small, cornered, like a rat caught between a cat’s paws. “He was taken from me…”

Tav stiffened, taking a step back. She really did not like where this was going. Her lover kept a gentle hold on her, staying between her and the other vampire.

“And now you're here to take my Tav I presume?” Astarion scoffed, “you obviously didn't care very much about yours then if you're already looking for a replacement.”

“HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!” Before Tav could think her lover was knocked off his feet. A punch had come at him faster than he could react. The Ascendant stood over him, shaking with anger. Tav moved over towards the vampire spawn as quickly as she could, checking him out. He seemed alright, albeit a little winded, possibly bruised. Astarion huffed, getting back to his feet. Tav was quick to cast cure wounds on him to help perk him back up.

The Ascendant took in a breath, regaining his composure. While the spawn swiftly tossed Tav a spare dagger from his pack. A fight was likely inevitable now.

“I’ve searched across thousands of timelines. None of these pathetic excuses for adventurers came even close to my beloved. That is…until I found you of course…” The vampire lord pointed a clawed finger at the druid. “You're the only one who resembles him in the slightest, albeit you are a bit more…voluptuous than he was.” He chuckled a bit.

“Okay hold on a minute! You can't just come here and take someone else’s Tav because you lost yours!” Tav pointed her dagger shakily towards him.

“My dear, I don't think you understand. I am the Vampire Ascendant. I can take whatever I want!”

“I don't care if you're the fucking god of gnomes I'm not going anywhere with you. I have my own Astarion.” Tav gripped the blade tightly while her free hand prepared to cast a spell.

“I had hoped you'd come quietly, but it seems we'll have to do this the hard way.” With a flash of pink light Tav was hit with a sleeping spell and fell to the ground unconscious. Her dagger dropped to the ground with a clatter. The spawn was quick to move in front of Tav taking out his rapier and aiming a swipe at the other vampire.

The Ascendant stepped back just as the thin slender blade nicked a cut across his attire, just barely missing his flesh. The spawn took another swing at him, nicking his side and gaining a kick to the ribs in return. The spawn huffed, quickly recovering before moving in for another attack.

However the Ascendant’s clawed hand struck first, slashing through the armor surrounding the Astarion's shoulder and slicing his flesh. The spawn cried out and gripped his arm as his counterpart smirked smugly, bringing his finger up to his lips and basically tasting his own blood.

“Mmm…Delicious.~” He purred. The Ascendant’s crimson eyes trailed over towards Tav before beginning to glow red. “To me, now.” He said as if issuing a command to unseen soldiers.

Within seconds two oddly familiar figures appeared out of mist. A sickly pale looking Halsin and Shadowheart, both with glowing red orbs for eyes.

“Gods below. You've turned your own friends into spawn!?” Astarion gasped, his face full of disgust.

“Eh…I wouldn't exactly call them friends…. Though they are much more compliant this way.” The vampire lord replied with a toothy grin. The spawn felt sick to his stomach. To think he could have ended up this way.

“Take care of my inferior self, would you darlings? I have places to be…” The Ascendant gave a small wave before quickly scooping the unconscious Tav up in his arms.

“Yes master.” The undead Shadowheart and Halsin replied, a bright red light shone around their bodies as they were compelled to attack.

“Farewell beautiful.” The vampire lord gave his spawn self a wink before quickly vanishing into mist, taking Tav along with him.

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“Astarion….” Tav muttered tossing and turning in her sleep as she slowly began to come to. She shot up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding.

“Ugh…That was a terrible dream. Star you wouldn't believe…” Tav went silent as her eyes scanned her surroundings. It in fact was not a dream.

“Oh gods damnit.” She huffed.

Tav was in a large elegant looking bedroom, lying upon a purple queen size bed adorned with fine silk sheets. Maroon red walls surrounded her and were decorated nicely by paintings and other fine wall decor. The first thing the druid noticed after taking in her surroundings was the pressure around her neck. Her hands quickly reached for her throat feeling what seemed like a tight choker of some kind. She quickly hopped off the bed and looked into the mirror of a nearby vanity that sat west of the bed. “Fucking hells.” She breathed out as her eyes laid upon a black and red collar adorning her neck. There was this unnerving glow surrounding the collar. Most likely some kind of magic was placed on it. Quickly she curled her fingers preparing to use a spell in order to tear this damn thing off of her, but nothing happened.

This thing must be silencing my casting somehow.

Tav for a moment before forming an idea. She could probably wildshape into something small and squeeze out. Maybe. The druid sighed before getting on all fours preparing to transform into a rat. She let out a grunt, but nothing happened.

“Oh fuck you!” She shouted before rolling and desperately trying to yank the collar off.

Tav growled and pulled on the neck piece, yanking as hard as she could, resorting to gnawing on it.

Knock knock.

The druid immediately ceased her actions at the sound of the door. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of it being that so-called ‘Vampire Ascendant’ again. Her eyes flickered around the room before she took hold of a candle stick and stood next to the door, back pressed against the wall.

The door creaked open and a small figure walked inside. Tav prepared herself to strike down whoever had entered, but froze upon seeing the person. It was a small blonde haired half-elf woman, dressed in a house keeper's attire.

Tav quickly looked into her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed they were blue. She set the candlestick down on the vanity and looked at the half-elf curiously. “Who are you?” She asked.

“My name is Abigail, milady. The master sent me to help you get dressed and make sure you come see him.” The small woman piped up in a small soft voice. Abigail was petite and quite short, probably about an inch or two shorter than Tav was, though the druid estimated the half elf was probably around the same age as she was…well physically anyway. With elves you could really never tell.

“And exactly where am I?” Tav crossed her arms.

“The Crimson palace milady. My lord has taken up residence here while he stays in your realm.” Abigail replied before scurrying across the room, towards a closet. “It'd be best not to keep him waiting, my lady.” The half-elf rummaged around through the closet before taking a couple of different outfits to choose from and spreading them out over the bed. “My apologies if you'd prefer a dress, but this is all we could bring with us from our world.”

Tav blushed a bit in embarrassment as she realized she was still only wearing a tank and boxers. She looked over at the bed and took note of the three suits that laid out in front of her.

“These belonged to Master Tav. Master Astarion said they'd likely fit you, my lady.”

“Now hold on, I have questions! How did you all get here, and what is this thing!?” Tav demanded as she tugged on her collar once again.

“I'm sorry I can say no more. Please miss, just get dressed.” Abigail pleaded,a hint of fear was in her tone. Tav was hesitant, but begrudgingly she slipped off her tank before sliding into one of the suits, a red one that felt a little snug on her, but actually not by much. The only issue being that she couldn't get the top three buttons of the white undershirt that went with it to button. It left her cleavage slightly exposed. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Okay, I'm ready.” She said, Abigail nodded and began to lead the druid out of the room.

Perhaps this was her chance? She could make a break for it on their way out! Tav braced herself to bolt only to be met with a shockingly familiar face as she exited the room. Lae'zel. Or well a vampire spawn that looked completely identical to her githyanki companion aside from a pair of glowing red.

“Dear gods, Lae'zel, what happened to you? Did Astarion do this?” Tav gasped in shock.

“She's not your Lae'zel, milady.” Abigail spoke up.

“I was told to make sure the master’s new pet came quietly, not to answer questions.” Lae’zel simply replied.

“Come on, let's go.” Abigail took hold of Tav’s arm, giving her a gentle smile before tugging her along. Lae'zel quietly followed, a seemingly permanent scowl on her face as she watched Tav's every move, almost daring her to run for it.

The three walked down a long corridor for what seemed like hours. The sound of footsteps along with her own heartbeat seemed to be the only thing Tav could process as a gnawing anxiety set in. Her chest tightened, her throat felt dry and she could feel this nervous pain dancing across her spine. She wasn't sure why but something about this other Astarion scared her. This Vampire Ascendant. She had never been afraid of her beloved spawn, hells she wasn't even afraid of Cazador or any other vampire she had come across on their journey, but something about her lover's counterpart made her skin crawl.

“Well aren't you just precious?” A seductive pur tore Tav from her thoughts, forcing her to look up and realize she'd been dragged out into the ballroom. It definitely was a lot cleaner than the past time she'd been here. All the blood and wolf corpses had been dealt with. Just how long has this other Astarion been here? He couldn't have just started squatting here, found and kidnapped Tav, and had time to clean everything up on the same day! The Vampire Ascendant sat upon Cazador’s old throne, looking down at Tav. His eyes trailing over her.

Tav took a deep breath before clearing her throat and trying to appear confident.

“Where is Astarion? And I mean my Astarion.”

“You needn’t concern yourself with him any longer. You're mine now and I will give you so much more than he ever could.~” The Vampire Lord stood up and stepped towards Tav slowly.

“I’m not your Tav. I can never be him.” The druid backed up a little, however with Lae’zel’s presence behind her she didn't have much room to retreat. She wasn't sure if reasoning with this alternate version of her lover was possible, but it was worth a shot if nothing else. However instead of listening he swiftly took her hands in his.

“No need to be modest, my pet, you're practically like him in every way. You have his eyes, his face, the same little quirks and ticks. Granted, you're built a little different anatomically, but that's not something that ever deterred me.” Astarion moved in closer, briefly pressing his lips against her knuckles. “And now that I've found you, nothing will ever part us. Not again.” Before Tav could speak she was pulled in for another tight hug. She squirmed a bit, conflicted feelings of pity and fear were arguing back and forth in her mind as she felt him nuzzling his face into her neck. He was clearly dangerous, but he also seemed heartbroken. He wanted anyway to have his lover back so badly he crossed time itself to see them again. Or at least someone who resembled them.

But Tav knew deep down she wouldn't be enough to fill the void left by her counterpart. Gods, she hoped there would be a happy ending to all of this.

~•~•~•~•~•~

A little note from ChaoticDruid: I really hope it didn't suck! I haven't published a fanfic in so long >~< This idea had just been swimming around in my brain forever I just had to get it out! I got the idea from the PS5 launch party animation and seeing Launch Astarion and EA Astarion flirting just made me go okay but what if it was Ascended Astarion and Spawn Astarion?

I don't know if I will continue it. I have other things I wanna write and my ADD makes this stuff so freaking hard. But maybe maybe not 🤞🤞

Part 2: LETS GOOOOOOO

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pansear-doodles · 11 months

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My pursuit of remaking every single slugcat splash art into my anthro au designs continues

I was planning to share this to my tumblr when I complete the other dream splashes but I suppose I can share them already as I've been juggling a lot of things in general wahhh

I'm told Monk shares some of Survivor's dreams so I'll have to make monk variations for those too aha

Some WIPs with some commentary below cut

I'd have to redraw the iterators too for consistency sake. The particular splash above thankfully has moon separated from the holographic frame, though I'd have to figure out a bit on how to make that effect still.

Figuring out Monk's color for the splashes will be somewhat difficult, but I've taken the tests of doing colors not found in the splashes before. I'll probably give them a pink-ish shawl like the one they wore in Heretic.

Ahh the opening cutscene. This will be one leap out of the several I'd have to do. If I ever want to put out a demo, I have to complete this, the sleeping (which I already did), selection screens, and dreams and... wait... that's not a demo. That's the whole thing aha... I still want to at least complete the opening first still.

... Or I'll probably not make a demo. I have to make this in its entirety.

This cutscene is heartbreaking already as is, but the thing with anthro aus is that you are humanizing them a bit, therefore giving them more emotions and expressions. You can depict Monk as either brave-faced (which I did here) or more frightened and shocked when reaching out to Survivor.

I also integrated a bit of my HC- this is where my Survivor got their head scar.

I didn't know Hunter is unable to use passages at the time but I still want to draw Hunter in the passages. It just feels right having all three vanilla cats represented. (I would do the same for Downpour cats once I get to them.)

I sometimes wonder how the original artists feel about me doing this, Flower especially (considering I'm an art helper in the discord and I often show my art there and in the helper chat). "Ahh yes, I will study your art style closely and turn it into furry"

What motivates me in this project is me legit wanting this mod for myself and for funsies, but also I am really adamant in seeing reactions from people who don't know the stuff I make lol.

I have ideas on this project beyond just replacing all splash, but at the moment, they look a bit ambitious. I must focus on the base things first.

#my furry mod #fanart #rainworld #rain world #my anthro au #survivor #my art

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reds-skull · 7 months

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Fic recs - oneshots

So I wanted to post some fic links since I got a very long list. Some of them are very well known but many deserve more attention. And I see people asking for recs in the tags all the time so I figured a few will like them.

[also I always like this kind of posts lol]

Like I said I have way too many links (last time I counted it was 200 but that was months ago...) so I'll make a couple of posts if anyone is interested.

also this is almost exclusively ghostsoap since those are the kind of oneshots I read, apparently.

Starting off with (some of the) sfw oneshots:

Peace by Metrokid - Ghost dies and has a chat with death (it ends up well dw!)

Pencil Scratches and Ink by Fluffykitty9000 - Ghost thinks Soap loves someone else and shuts him out; Soap thinks the worst.

A Lesson in Trust by mothbeast - Ghost never revealed his face to Soap and Soap feels hurt by it.

He has to Break by GalacticKraken - Ghost has to torture Soap in a mock interrogation, but he refuses to break.

(Don't) Need You to Protect Me by FreeToWriteForMe - Ghost is down, and Soap risks his life to save him. Ghost is pissed.

Beautiful Boy (To my eyes only) by Whyhellotherefriend - Ghost knew he was beyond the ability to be loved. When he starts pulling away, Soap has to do something.

You shine like the moon and the stars in the sky by C0nfused_cactus99 - Soap hasn't been sleeping much and after a mission gone wrong Ghost finds out why.

A Quiet Kind of Caring by bailish - Soap finds Ghost taken down with the flu, and feels the need to take care of him.

Broken Habits by bailish - Ghost finds Soap struggling with his greasepaint on his way to a mission, and decides to help.

Shadow of Him by goth_iterations - Ghost finds Soap's journal, and is pleasantly surprised at what he finds.

Grab On To Me by peachytea - 5 times Ghost grabbed Soap by his tac vest and 1 time Soap grabbed Ghost.

"Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls" by SonTi - Ghost stumbles upon Soap drawing. The memory haunts him and he's intent to get to see it at least one more time (this isn't nsfw despite the title lol)

How dare you love me (like you've never known fear) by itwillcomeback (MandoKain) - 5 times Soap sang for others, and 1 time someone sang his own song back to him.

the broken dam & the starving hearts by iiruwu - Ghost has a bad habit of getting drunk and calling for Soap to take him home (this one is hurt no comfort btw)

Burn Bright by orphan_account - Ghost gets triggered in the shower after a mission, thankfully someone can always pull him out.

Place To Rest My Head by Louffox - Soap disappeared after an exhausting mission and Ghost went looking for him.

Slipping Up by ElizaStyx, starryathame - Soap gets drunk after a harrowing mission and accidentally confesses a bit too much to Ghost.

Warm Me to My Core by EmpressCirque - Soap and Ghost have to share body heat. Simon realizes he might love Johnny.

To be a Fire by Hallow_fiend - Soap and Ghost get sent into the heart of Siberia and have to face an enemy they can't fight alone.

Heatstroke Heartbreaks by Cutleryy - Soap gets attacked by dogs and Ghost and him have to face a sandstorm (this is technically one chapter but it's 20k words. Extremely good though)

Alright that's enough for one post, this is about half of them. If any of the links don't work or if anyone is interested in more, don't be afraid to say so!

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #ghoap #fic recs #im having a shit time irl so im doing stuff ive been procrastinating on for months to distract myself #and nothing like cataloging hundreds of links to do that

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thewindbandit · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! I doodled some of my Sky COTL friends for gifts and pose practice haha. Apologies for the lined paper but I like drawing on lined paper 😔

User tags below the cut as well as some messages uwu

@hollypies Holly! I had seen Sky around a bit before but your Sky posts were what finally encouraged me to play the game. We don't play together very often but every time we do is special to me

(no tumblr) Jen! My Sky sibling!! You've accompanied me many times through every realm. You're always willing to tag along and help and your presence makes bad days better

@flamma-nocturna Vo! I believe you were my first friend I unlocked chat with! You were the veteran to my moth and you helped me get acquainted with the realms. While we don't play together as often nowadays I enjoy the times we do

@awkwardpossum0 Armin! My mothmate, among... other things lmaooo. We started playing Sky around the same time and you let me drag you around and show you all the neat stuff I found. We got into the habit of doing dailies together and still do uwu

(no tumblr) Moon! My moth!! You don't play too often but whenever you do I enjoy guiding you through the realms and helping you with previous seasonal quests

@thatonekidwind Wind! Another moth!! (Or, you were when we first played together lol) You've done a lot of stuff on your own but that makes it all the more exciting to show you things you haven't seen or done. You add a lot of excitement and chaos to my Sky sessions hehe

@raycatz Ray! I don't know you too well yet but I've been a fan of your art for a while and it was great to meet and play with you! Sorry that first session was so chaotic lol if we play again I'll (probably) be more chill

#love you guys mwah #thanks for being my buddies <3 #valentines day #others ocs #sky cotl oc #sky cotl #sky children of the light #the wind doodler

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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Would you do a NSFW-alphabet with Aegon & Daemon also? I absolutely loved your Aemond-work!!

Hello Nonny! I'm delighted that you enjoyed my Aemond fic, I plan to write many more! 🥰 Your wish to be completed, I bring you Aegon II Targaryen for second and I'll do Daemon's soon as well 😊

𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The crown prince lives a very scandalous and carefree life, he cares little to none about the opinion of others. Therefore his nights with you are just for the entertainment of you two. Here it's not the question of "your a fling or a paramour" of his – the importance in his actions comes from whether he loves you or you were just an adventure for him. If he cared only about the sex, he'll most likely ignore you afterwards, maybe thanks you for your hard work, but he'll be ready to forget about you and the night, ready to jump jnto the next one.

When Aegon loves someone he'll make sure to show it to the person, show it to the court, show it to the whole world, shrugging at the consequences. He loves laying in bed with his lover; sily, lazy chatting and giggles, he'll caress your form, confessing to you over and over again how enchanted he is with you. He most likely would like you to clean up after you and him as well, then he can finally draw you on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around you, still in post-coital bliss.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

Prince Aegon's favorite part of you is your bottom half – he just can't get enough of it. Some swift glances at your passing form on a festive, watching as your hips wave along with the soft silk of your dress; how he can grab you by the ass and pick you up, how he can hold onto your hips while thrusting into you. Aegon loves to handle your body, so soft and warm under his touch, always needing more of it.

He's most proud of his unruly curls, and his handsome face – Aegon decided he won't follow the "traditional" family look- Targaryen men famous for their long, neatly combed hair, he would rather show -in his appearance as well- that he's rebelling against his family's wishes and expectations, going after his own head. He likes his lips or rather his mouth, how smoothly he can sweep the ladies off of their feet only with his words, how painfully desirable your sounds are when he's eating you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's The Prince, his wishes are commands for his servants – Aegon doesn't not need to face consequences of his actions most of the time so why would he be careful with you, when passion drives him? Aegon almost always finishes inside of your cunt, wanting your walls to milk out as much of him as possible. He doesn't care if his seed would sprout in your womb, this is why they have maesters around the Red Keep. It will be up to you, if you would want to keep his child and raise a bastard of his or drink the offered moon tea to avoid scandals.

On rare occasions, either when Aegon is rather very invested in his fun or when his mind fogged with drinks; he'll experiment a little bit, spilling his seed on your stomach or ass, just to watch the mess he created.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Aegon would love to have an orgy with you, where he can be both spectator and fuck whoever he wants. To get drunk and just let himself lose- he can have anyone there, anyhow and no one would bat an eye on him wanting too much and too many. Bodies twisting together in sweat and pleasure, unable to determine where one's starts and the other's ends.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aegon could be his uncle's successor of the title - Lord Flea Bottom; except Aegon would be King of it based on his frequent visits to King's Landing most extravagant brothels.

With you, he'll need only a few - around two- nights to know your body like the back of his hand, to play it so precisely and effectively. The whores- who he laid with in his youth taught him well, knowing a woman's body so well, maybe you, yourself didn't know everything your body can do and feel as he showed you night after night. Aegon knows what he's doing and if he wants to, he can completely destroy you in moments; you'll come hard for him before you could notice it.

F = Favourite position

He loves when you ride him in reversed cowgirl for many reasons. Aegon has to do almost nothing, and still getting off from you, he can hold your ass an hips, grabbing them as he pleases, if he wants to, he only needs to reach up to hold your bouncing breasts, and the best part for him is that he can watch his cock disappear into your heat every time you sink back onto him. Other favorite of his when he can fuck you from behind as you stand, pushing you to the wall or table, he has easy access both to your ass to slap it occasionally, and reaching to the front- to your clit to play with you as he rails you.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Oh this prince loves dissolving tension with laughter. It's music to his ears when he can hear your giggles between pants and moans, as your laughter turns into a ragged cry when he hits your cervix. Aegon prefers sex with conversation, or at lsast somekind of talk while doing the act, solely the sounds you make, when he hears skin slapling on skin doesn't fires him up that much, it can get quite repetative or even boring for him if you won't show any new noises after a while.

So he likes to have a banter, even while balls deep in you, no matter how gibberish you are he'll talk nonstop to you. Compliment, comments, jokes or cursing he'll never shut his mouth and he's even more eased if you join him - your voice ragged and stuttering, pausing in sentences as he thrust into you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The prince -surprisingly- has body hair only in a few places – a little on his chest, arms, legs and loin. Aegon had a very thin line of happy tail but it's barely noticeable, so he tends to shave it because he thinks this way his looks match his whole being a little bit more. He's neat down there, keeping everything in order because he fucks so much, Aegon got used to maintaining his looks.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

He can be very romantic if he wants to be. For example when he wants to impress you, seduce you he'll do many romantic things from the foreplay to the very end.

Aegon is a master in courting ladies, he knows every rule how to capture a woman's heart (and cunt) with his actions outside the bed. If you're really important to him, you'll melt from his sweet talk – Aegon doesn't look much of a poet, but he did learn a few even if only for the sake of getting under a woman's skirt.

He's not touch starved – quite the opposite- but he, in fact, love-starved. He craves affection both from verbal reassurance and physical touches. Tell him sweet things, how lovely he is, how amazing he's doing, how much you love him – stroke his ego too. Cuddle him afterwards, pet his hair, kiss his temple and he'll keep you by his side forever. This can be seen as almost a motherly affection that he craves, but if you give him what he needs he'll make sure you stay, won't ever let go of someone like you, who cares for him.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

He- if not all the time, almost always lusts for a good fucking. Your times with him happen very often, there's not a day the prince wouldn't call you to his chamber. If for some reason you're not available, or any woman he would like to lay with, Aegon will masturbate no matter the time of day or what he's supposed to do, where he's supposed to be. He will imagine your tight cunt, your mouth, your hands on him, how you look - mind fucked out of you, the sounds you make.

To hold the pleasure as long as possible, he'll edge himself stopping when he's about to come, waiting a few moments to calm himself, just so he can build his pleasure up all over again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching you fuck yourself on his bed, as he sits across the room pumping his cock in his grasp. It tingles his mind, kind of amazes him that you two won't touch the other even a bit, and it's still like he's fucking you. And the sight of you playing with yourself just adds to the scene.

Aegon is skillful in making you beg for him, edging you (and with this all, himself) until it seems you can't take it any longer, only to push you somehow even further. It entertains him if he can play with your orgasm, only allowing you to come when he wants you to.

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

His preferred place is his chambers, there's everything that might be needed for your time together, and he can hide from the public there. If he really doesn't want anyone to know about his business with you, he'll take you to his favorite brothel, where it's easy to buy sealed lips, blind eyes and deaf ears.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Aegon has a dirty mind, he can get going almost by anything you do, because in his mind every move of yours can be turned into something erotic for him. Once you attended a hunting with him and that night in his tent there wasn't much of sleeping – he barely could concentrate on the task ahead of him during the hunt; seeing you mount your horse it was similar how you use to ride him, so when the Sun finally drove down he made you ride his cock over and over again.

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

He would like to embarrass you in any case, nor to reveal your relationship to the people around him. He cared little for their comment, but he knew it would be different towards you, who were not protected by royal titles. Anything that could seriously be dangerous is out of the window, he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

The prince is generous in giving, just as much as he likes receiving it, therefore one of his most prefered solutions for this case is to have you on top of him, his face buried in your juices as he eats you out, while you're leaning down, sucking his cock. With this position he likes to take control over your moves, if he nudges you forward both of you will feel the effect of it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Aegon often loses himself in the act, chasing more wanting to feel more from it, so he- indirectly- will increase speed over time, until it becomes so intense you wonder how the bed is still in one piece under you. He can be gentle, but Aegon tends to lean into a bit rougher category, if not with touches, then with his demanding speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

He's down for a quick fuck anytime. Sneaking you out of a celebration to have you bend over a table in the kitchen after he ordered everyone out? Yes.

Grabbing you by the wrist to pull you away, pushing you down to your knees to push his cock down your throat? Yes.

Fingering you until you're shaking while walking in the gardens? Yes.

Pushing you onto his cock, to ride him while the two of you travel by carriage? Yes.

He'll fuck you anytime if he sees a chance to it, somewhat keeping it secret from the people around you as much as he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

If it won't endanger either of you or your image at court, Aegon is ready for anything. Most likely he will be the one to propose a new position, a new way, a new game that he knows of, but will hear you out and do anything you want to do. He won't push his agenda on you too harshly, but you need to be prepared, because he lets go of his desires very slowly and can be rather pushy for what he wants.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

As much as his body lets him. He wants to fill you as many times as he's able to, but if his cock isn't ready yet for another round, he'll make up for it for you with his hands or tongue, making you cum for him as many times as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

He won't oppose them, but he prefers to use them on you rather than on himself. At one point he would want to try fucking you're ass with a dildo, while he's cockwarming your pussy, just to see how long you can take it. He's not that enthusiastic about ropes and bondages, it holds down too much motion for his liking.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease and edge, it makes him amused how you struggle under his touch for release, and will be thrilled if you want to tourcher him with your teasing. He can do cockwarming for quite a long time, not letting you move on his dick until he orders otherwise. Seeing you pout and whine, and struggle is so much fun for him, and he thinks you look adorable.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he's deep inside you, or his tip hitting the back of your throat; you will hear the sluttiest moans from him. Aegon is very vocal, moaning and panting instructions, orders and praises and when he's near his release he'll heave and grunt in such ways it makes your cunt throb with need.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

He wants to come on your face so badly. Aegon often fantasizes about cumming on your pretty face, his seed spilling down from your cheeks after you sucked him off. It would look so arousing, but he's too afraid to ask you about it, thinking it's too much even for you to do. Therefore when you give him a head and he's near coming, Aegon closes his eyes to imagine him pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop, only to release all over your face.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Aegon is around 14 cm but what he might lack in length, his thickness will compromise it. His cock when fully erect, curves upwards slightly, but that just makes it easier to hit your spot when you're on all fours for him. His veins can bulge out prominently, you can feel them throb when you're still caressing him even after he's fully hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Aegon is the perfect man if you have a high libido, because he has an enormous amount of it as well. He will want to have you all the time, to touch you, hear you, smell you, taste you. He acts almost addicted to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Because he put almost all of his energy into sex Aegon will fall asleep like you hit his head with a rock. After you settle down in the bed, and he cuddles you up, you soon hear his soft snoring, his weight completely put onto you, but it's not uncomfortable, rather calming.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon the second #aegon the elder #aegon the usurper #house of the dragon #the house of the dragon #thotd #hotd #aegon ii x reader #aegon x reader #house of the dragon x reader #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii imagine #my writing

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wizblr-blue-moon-ball · 1 hour

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You find a letter addressed to you...

The envelope is a pale, moonstone white with gold filligree. It is sealed with a wax seal, the engravings from the stamp showing an intricate magical spell used to ensure the letter was delivered to you.

If you are with a friend who also recieves a letter, you notice that each seal was customized to specifically reach you and you alone.

The paper inside a fine parchment with an invitation written in deep blue ink....

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Hello Magical Friend~☆

You are cordially invited to the Blue Moon Ball, the first of its kind hosted on Wizard Island (Island).

It will be a week-long celebration of the magical and arcane with old and new friends; if you happen to receive this letter, you are one of many esteemed guests we would like to host at our establishment.

Should you decide to attend, please sign the RSVP card added within this envelope and send it back using your preferred method of mailing.

The ball will be held in the fourth week of May, the Nineteenth through the Twenty-Fifth (May 19-25). We hope to see you there!

Signed...

☆

Welcome everyone to the official announcement post of the Blue Moon Ball! Wizardblr's (maybe?) first community-wide event. Hosted by yours truly @the-necrobotanist! I'm happy to see you here!

The event will take place over the course of seven days, where participants will make posts relating to a series of themes throughout the entire week.

The event will take place on the week of the 19-25, mark your calendars!

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RULES

Please be polite and kind to other participants

No AI generation in any and all submissions

Do not reveal any personal info

No NSFW

(This is everything for now. Please do not make me extend this rule list)

♡

There are four categories for people to partake in for the prompts: Art, Writing, Roleplay, and Photography. I'll explain a bit more in detail about them below.. .

ART [#Blue Moon Ball Art]

Draw your character according to the prompts, and perhaps other people's characters!

Use of picrews/heroforge is allowed as long as you credit where you made the image from

Use of AI to make art is strictly prohibited and will not be included in the event.

No NSFW

WRITING [#Blue Moon Ball Writing]

Write a story, drabble, or fic of your character!

There is no base word count or word limit, do whatever you wish!

Poems and the like are totally welcome and allowed!

No AI generated writing is allowed.

No NSFW

ROLEPLAY [#Blue Moon Ball Roleplay]

Roleplay at the event! I'll make a few starters for people to post and add to :)

Keep everything SFW, and if a RP situation makes you uncomfortable please remember that it is okay to back out

No NSFW

PHOTOGRAPHY [#Blue Moon Ball Photogtaphy]

Take a photo! Whether it be an outfit, food, or a pet!

No revealing personal information. This includes your face, address, full name, etc. Please practice internet safety.

No NSFW

The official prompt list will not be revealed until 3 days before the event! There will however be a prologue prompt!

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Prologue Prompt

Your prompt for before the event is.....

DRESS YOUR BEST~☆

Gather your fabric and get your sewing kits ready, your first prompt is to design and create your character’s outfit for the ball!

Create an outfit and post it to tumblr, whether through art, writing, or whatever you wish! Make sure to use the tag #BMB Outfit so people can see your work, and feel free to mention me so I can reblog!

All outfits submitted (unless noted otherwise in the post) will be added to a poll for a "Best Dressed" poll that will he hosted after the main event is over, consider it an afterparty of sorts.

All rules above apply to this post, I hope you all enjoy!!

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ALSO JOIN THE DISCORD!!!

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That's everything for now! I'm so excited to be hosting this, and I'm so, so happy and grateful for the huge amount of people interested. I cannot wait to see what you make!!

Enjoy the ball, Magical Friends~☆ !!

Pinglist Set A

@scuttling-comfuddlement @the-gnomest-bastard @kobold-sanctuary-buss-island @satyrs-apothecary @irving-the-pirate-wizard @morbingtime @justagingerwithredhair @chaos-familiar @these-detestable-hands @regina-the-sorceress @combustion-witch @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @selldemapplez @agentldiddy @fractalkitty @wizard-island-trading-co @good-wizard @the-illegal-wizard-council @ash-the-tiefling @mysticminion @blobbiedaykeeppcaway @life-is-okay-rn2 @skyethebisexualwolfwizard @thequeerwizardcouncil @dread-the-eldritch-wizard @profeshinul-wizurd @a-squirrel-wizard @the-mighty-dalob @amateur-wizard @chaos-wizard-nyehehe @bertskullhaver @transgender-wizard @flowers-the-sun-witch @the-silliest-sorcerer @wizard-ghost @a-goose-in-a-trenchcoat @flirtyambiguouswizard @paltering-peculiarity @parkyrtheelvishbard @ceeceelemons

#The Blue Moon Ball #The Blue Moon Ball Updates~☆#wizard posting #wizardposting #wizardblr #IT'S HERE!!!!#Blue Moon Ball Art #Blue Moon Ball Writing #Blue Moon Ball Photography #Blue Moon Ball Roleplay #BMB Outfit

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dr4k3n0 · 1 year

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'Drawn to You' (Pt. 2)

Continuation of Pt. 1 one since a lot of people surprisingly liked it-

Synopsis: Soulmate AU where you find Vash is your soulmate.

TW: None

Word Count: 1.6k

You finished up your day's work quickly bidding farewell to Jess, and her family before rushing home. You've been waiting for the day to end so that you could continue talking to your so-called "soul mate". Eventually making it to your small house, you unlocked the door, set down your things, and sat on your bed, pen in hand. What should I say..? You pondered.

You thought for a while about what to say before deciding to write, "Hey I can talk now if you can :)"

Looking at what you wrote on your hand, you sighed thinking you were just getting overly excited.

Standing up from your bed, you began to warm up some food that you had left over to eat before noticing more writing appear on your hand.

"Oh hey!" The words said.

Unintentailly smiling, you took out your pen and began to write, "So.. how was your day?"

It took a moment for the words to reply again, "Pretty boring, besides having these mysterious words appear on my arm.. How was yours?"

You giggled at the response before replying, "Mine was busy, but decent I guess."

"Good" was all the words said.

The words stopped appearing for a bit as you didn't know what to talk about anymore.

Taking your food out of the oven, you put it on a plate and began to eat a bit before the words appeared again. "What can I call you, mysterious words?"

Smiling a bit you quickly wrote back, "Mm, y/ns fine. What can I call you?"

The words replied back quickly before saying, "Nice name Y/n! You can just call me Vash."

You repeated the name to yourself before smiling. "Nice to meet you Vash."

Your heart was racing for no reason at all, yet you liked it. Maybe this soulmate thing is real?

Meanwhile, Vash was sitting in the uncomfortable car while the others slept. Using the little light provided by the moon, he was just barely able to see your words but smiled at each one. They seem nice, he thought. The little chats continued just asking little questions such as: what do you look like, what are your hobbies, and things like that. He found out that you had (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes. And he had told you he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a red coat. His chat with you prolonged a bit longer before Wolfwood interrupted him.

"How long are you going to stare at your hand smiling, Needle-Noggin?" Wolfwood said with his eyes closed but was sending a mischievous smirk Vash's way.

"I'm not smiling at my hand-" Vash defended.

"I've been watching you write things and smile at it the past 30 minutes you idiot," Wolfwood said this time looking at him annoyed.

"I'll do it as long as it takes then. I'm talking to my "soul mate" thank you very much." Vash retorted back.

The two began to bicker before Meryl interrupted and yelled at them for being too loud.

"Shut up and go to sleep. Both of you," She yelled over them.

The car went silent again before Wolfwood let out a small sigh. Vash went back to looking at his hand again before writing, "I'm going to hit the sack. Talk to you later y/n. I enjoyed chatting with you."

He smiled a bit before closing his eyes happily. Was this the beginning of something much larger?

It had been almost 4 months since you both started talking to each other. You had learned that Vash happened to be the Vash the Stampede. Although you didn't mind, he seemed like a good person and you were soul mates for a reason. The both of you had talked a lot and you always drew a bunch of random drawings on your hand just to mess with him. He would sometimes draw things back, but he liked seeing the things you drew.

Meanwhile, your day started out normally as you had gotten ready for work before writing a greeting to Vash, and heading out the door. You walked through the small town in a decent mood. Walking through the town, travelers were just beginning to show up and the vendors were taking full advantage of that. You sighed at their wittiness before bumping into a tall figure.

"Sorry!" You said embarrassed.

Avoiding eye contact with the stranger, you walked ahead quickly trying to avoid the conflict. The figure watched as you sped off as his eyes widened.

"Y/n?" He whispered quietly yet surprised.

"Come on Needle-Noggin, people have no manners around here." Wolfwood incited before smacking Vash's back and leading him forward.

"Yea.." Vash said as he rubbed where Wolfwood smacked him.

It couldn't have been you.. right?

You walked into work with a bright blush on your face and your thoughts, a mess. That was so embarrassing! you thought. You pulled yourself together before tending to some customers who had just walked in. Sitting the 4 at a table, you saw that they were an odd group. One looked overly tired and particularly done with life, while one had a large cross with him. The woman wore a cute bureau (is that what type of hat she wears?) with some cute dangly earrings. Then the other man beside her wore a bright red coat, had a blonde undercut, and wore bright orange sunglasses. Greeting them, you took their drink orders and walked into the kitchen to prepare their drinks. After making the drinks, you walked back out with the drinks, and gave them to the correct person who ordered each drink. You smiled at them all before taking their orders, while observing the blonde man from time to time. He seems oddly familiar.. you thought.

You wrote down their orders quickly before walking off to give their orders to the kitchen so that the chef can make their meals. Then you went to tend to some new customers who happened to just walk in and seated them before long. Glancing at the blonde man while you walked past them, you smiled and waved at them. The blonde man waved back slightly as you saw a small drawing on the center of his palm that matched the one you had drawn on yours. You widened your eyes a bit before walking off into the kitchen and then into the back for some fresh air. Is that him..? you thought confused. Pulling out your pen, you drew a small heart on your hand, along with a smiley face. Maybe this would help you figure out if it's really him or not.

You walked back into the restaurant before going back to work and tending to the customers. Eventually, a bell was rung indicating food was ready to be taken out and you grabbed the plates before bringing the food to the table with the 4 travelers. As you approached you saw the man who had the cross laughing at the blonde as he blushed while covering his hand.

"You're getting all flustered because of a heart?!" The man laughed as he hit the table.

"Shut up.." Vash said embarrassed as he turned away from the others before seeing you.

"Uh.. sorry if I'm interrupting.. but here are your orders!" You said to them.

You distributed each plate as the man with sunglasses was still laughing. As you distribute the plates Vash happened to notice the small heart and smiley face on your hand and his eyes widen.

As you were about to leave, you hear someone clear their throat quickly before saying,

"Uhmm.. Ma'am, what is your name?" The blonde man asked.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, but I'm y/n!" You smiled.

His eyes widened before nodding at you and grinning. "Nice to meet you Y/n." He said blushing a bit.

You smiled before walking off leaving them to eat their food. Its her... Vash thought excitedly. From the sight of you, he thought you were beautiful and was excited that you were both able to meet like this. He felt his heart beat faster as he quickly ate, before standing up quickly. The others turned to him confused as he walked off towards you before they shrugged it off and continued eating.

As you began to walk to the kitchen, Vash tapped your shoulder gently. You turned around to see who had touched you only to see the blonde from earlier.

"Oh is everything alright? Do you need something?" You asked smiling at him.

Vash's heart began to pump faster as stumbled over his words. "I uhm... are you available to talk for a moment?" He mumbled.

You lifted a brow confused before saying, "I can take my break really fast, the business is slowing about now anyways." You explained.

"Here, let's go somewhere more private," you grinned at him.

You led him to the back of the building before stopping.

"So what did you want to talk about..?" You asked hoping it was what you were thinking.

"Do you have a pen on you?" He asked quickly.

You nodded before handing him your pen as he wrote a small hi on his hand. He watched as the writing soon appeared on your hand and he smiled excitedly. He hugged you out of excitement while you were left shocked. It was him! Your soulmate! You finally found him! You smiled happily as you hugged him back. He pulled away smiling before saying,

"Sorry that was really sudden.." He said embarrassed.

"I don't mind.. were soulmates after all.."

#trigun vash #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun fluff #trigun stampede #trigun #oneshot #soulmate Au #character x reader

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kakyogay · 9 months

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oh right the iterator chart I almost forgot

unlike the slugcat one I can show them all at once. Also the template.

things of note under cut for both future me and others

main ships are sunstone (obviously) and slivermoon. I will drift from these way less often than the slugcat one but may still draw others idk.

all of these are to my own canon and what I find neat so don't go saying "erm actually suns and sliver never met before" because I thought it'd be neat with them both being out of the main local group for them to at least know eachother a bit and because I will not care it's my silly ideas I do what I want :3

Sliver may not be as active as the others but they occasionally chat in this local group (which is how suns and moon knows them)

look at moon and sig looking up at you with them big ol eyes :3

now that I think about it sig to pebbles should have been hate/best friends because despite finding him annoying they still care for him (even after all the shit that happened).

moon and pebbles are the only two I consider siblings.

if there's anything I missed or want to add later I'll update this. This will also be on my pinned for easy access.

#rain world #five pebbles #looks to the moon #seven red suns #no significant harassment #sliver of straw #might make one for my oc group but some still need redesigns and I need to draw other things #relationship chart :3

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 2 years

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Can you write Steven has an accident and he almost died but the reader comes to save him in time.

Hello! @ayatoshrimp I'm here with your fic request. It took me so long time to write it and I'm sorry for that but I hope you like it so much and I'll wait your replies to everyone who read this.

Thanks for your request! This fic has a little part of me so, it's a little bit special.

And thanks to everyone for your reblogs and likes, and if you can leave some replies, it's means everything to me.

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You Save Us

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (Mostly) Marc Spector x Reader / Jake Lockley x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Angst. So much angst. Medical terms. Injuries. Hurt. Khonshu being a bitch. Fluff. Some funny. Post!Moon Knight. Mentions of Gods and Avatars.

Tags: @abluelavalamp @mochacake2016 @dreamingaboutyousworld

I feel like the ground hums under my feet. I take off my headphones and turn toward the entrance of the Egyptian art museum, and people continue to come out and walk around, laughing and chatting, but the buzzing noise draws my attention back.

I put the notebook with my anatomy notes on the floor and barely put my hand on it, I feel the screams start all around me.

Some bricks from the columns of the museum fall, others break as the earth shakes violently under my feet. I see children rushing out of the museum followed by their parents and teachers, but I get up long enough to grab a little girl desperately running to nowhere and hold her against my legs until I can pick her up and stumble away with her as far away as possible of the museum building.

It seems like forever until my surroundings stop moving. We exchange glances with the people around me and once I make sure that nothing moves apart from my footsteps, I look around for one of the police officers who is on the scene and I walk over to hand over the girl as soon as I hear him someone asks for help.

- Please, I need a doctor - I walk quickly to where my things are, I grab my backpack and run up the stairs while I look around for Steven, but I can't see him in the crowd if he left the museum. I knew that he was on a tour with children from a school, but I didn't see him come out of there - Somebody help me, there is a injured man in the Egypt area.

As soon as I hear those words, I feel my heart stop from fear at the proximity of pain, but I remember my teacher's words that still resonate in my head:

"You have to do what you know and stay with the fact that you gave all of you regardless of the result"

I rush over as I drop my bag on the counter that used to be Steven's, and although I look around for him, I can't find him in the dust, debris, and screams of frightened children.

I take a deep breath leaving aside the terror and despair that invade me but I ask God to help me to help those who needs it.

The first thing I see is a little girl sitting against a column, holding the hand of someone, who I suppose must be his father but his vision is hidden from me by the people around him. I rush over muttering to let me in, that let them know that I'm first aid, and I'm a medical student. As soon as the woman moves away I feel the air escape from me and I suppress a casual groan of the pain I feel in my chest as soon as I see that's Steven who is on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood that seems to come from his head and not responds to the shakes given by the girl of no more than 6 years old who holds his hand.

The woman next to Steven touching his neck, probably looking for his pulse, grabs my arm and tries to pull me away from her but I slip out of her grasp looking for my stethoscope in my bag.

- We need a doctor, girl.

- I know first aid and he's my boyfriend, let me in or I swear I'll get you out of my way - He reluctantly lets me go and kneels next to Steven while I feel the blood soak my clothes, but I focus on him. I look for his pulse in his neck and wrist but I don't feel him. The ringing in my ears and the pain I feel prevent me from hearing.

"I can't lose you Steven. Please wake up. Wake up…"

I look away for a few seconds, I hear his chest and when I don't hear his heartbeat, I start CPR.

I jerk my stethoscope off and press down on his chest as I speak to the man next to me.

- I need an ambulance now! Please, called emergency right now! - I yelled at him as I mentally count the number of compressions and focus on it. I can't be wrong here, because if fear wins me, I'll lose them.

That is not an option.

I see out of the corner of my eye that the man takes the cell phone between tremors and talks to someone from emergencies.

That's where I realize the girl is still holding on to Steven's hand. I look up without stopping the maneuvers and nod at the little girl.

- Get her out of here. She doesn't have to see this - The woman yanks the girl out as she yells that she doesn't want to get away from Steven but I look at her without stopping my movements - Baby girl, let me save him. Please, you don't need to see this.

My agitated voice resonates in the silent place while the little girl cries silently and lets herself go.

I feel a hole form in my chest as I remember that it's been two minutes and there's no response from Steven.

- Steven? I need you to listen to me, please don't leave me - I keep pushing hard against his chest, waiting for his heart to start beating again, but there is no answer when I rest my head against his chest. I curse under my breath as I hold back the urge to cry and continue to maneuver, refusing to let go.

Why is the damn ambulance taking so long?!

I look up just to see Donna who watches the scene with teary eyes, as if she is nailed to the ground.

- Donna, bring the defibrillator from room 9 - I see that she doesn't move and I yell at her again - Now!

I listen to the sound of her heels as I count the compressions one after another…. One, two, three, four… And I am distracted by the cold around me when it is the height of summer and Marc's voice reaches my ears for a few seconds

"I haven't gone out at night again, I haven't had any loss of consciousness or anything. It's weird - Almost a year ago after the events of Egypt we had discovered that "Moon Knight" had returned and we assumed that it was a new avatar, but in less than a couple of months we realized that Steven and Marc were still avatars of Khonshu thanks to the intercession of Tawered and Layla, plus there was someone else sharing a body with them... Jake - I have a bad feeling that if Khonshu didn't do anything until now, he must be planning to get rid of us. Jake isn't responding to his orders. That can't be a good thing."

- You're not going to take him, damn fucking bird.

I mutter under my breath as I ask Taweres if she can hear me, that she help me save them. When I shut up and listen to the silence in my mind, the urge to cry comes back stronger.

"Tawered, help him to stay with me, please…"

- Steven, Marc... Jake, listen to me please. Don't you dare to think about leaving me, you damn bastards.

I move closer to his chest and there is still no response to my maneuvers. I ask someone else call the ER again, and I curse when Donna doesn't show up with the damn defibrillator.

- Steven, don't do this to me, please - One, two, three, four, five… - Steven, you promised me that you're not leaving me. Don't make me come and looking for you in the Duat again because I won't hesitate to do it myself this time.

"Tawered, help me. If you need another avatar, I will be. But help me save them. Please..."

I hear Donna ask to be let through with the small device and before I even move away I feel warmth in the palms of my hands, moving towards Steven's body, and I let out a sigh when I feel that Tawered is next to me.

I place the little wires on Steven's chest and barely see that it's on the right voltage, I triggered the device but there's no response. I do it a second time while an Egyptian mantra about healing and accompaniment comes out of my lips and when I raise the voltage to the maximum, I finish saying those strange words for me and something pulls me with the energy of the device, but automatically Steven opens his eyes and he breathes as if he were out of breath, as if he had been in the water, drowning.

Some people scream, others get scared when they see the defibrillator explode next to us and more when the lights flicker, but I see that someone in all the noise gets a blanket and places it under Steven's head being very careful not to touch the wound.

- Calm down. You'll be fine darling - I squeeze his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles as I check his pulse. The beats are somewhat hectic but normal. I let out a sigh and rest my free hand on his chest as he barely wants to get up - Are you hurt or something? You were...

- Shh... I'm fine, love - His brown eyes full of concern meet mine and I can't sustain my farce anymore, I feel that the wall of courage falls and I just want to snuggle by his side until the fear passes - Don't, cry. He couldn't with us, we are here.

His eyes move for a second, and as soon as I notice the tug on my hand, I know Marc is here. I hear him curse in pain but still he pulls me until our foreheads touch and I feel my tears run down his neck.

- Shh baby. I'm here. Here we are. Stop crying - I hear his serious tone trying to reassure me but it's impossible. I feel some kind of panic attack trying to take over me, but Marc's voice won't let me out. I feel his other hand move until he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I pull away enough to see him smile as I check for any more injuries to his body. - We'll be fine and you know it. You saved us.

- I was very afraid of losing you - I admit without looking at him while I gently touch his chest checking not to have broken one or several ribs - I was very afraid.

I let out a sob as I bring my hand to my mouth to keep from making a fool of myself there. People hurry away to see if the ambulance is here, and others go to help the children scattered outside the museum. Donna, on the other hand, stands still and away from us, giving us some privacy.

- You did amazing, baby. You saved us and that's what matters most. You are so brave darling. Stay with it. You gave it all and here I am. Here we are. Steven got the worst part of it, he won't be able to walk for several days. His head hurts like hell.

- There's a lot of blood. Are you feel ok?

He nods as I see him turn his face to the side, his eyes searching for something, and Steven's British accent catches my attention.

- I only have a major headache because the sarcophagus of Ramses II fell on me. If this is the blessing of the pharaohs, I don't want it - I giggle at his joke but I see that he is looking for someone or something in the little rubble around us and remembers the children, the guided tour he was doing and stops there - The little girl? Is the baby girl okay? I remember that I pushed her to get her out of the way of Ramses…

- She's fine, Steven. You are her hero. And she didn't want to leave you. She was taken away by another of the tour guides while I was trying to save you.

- I know. I felt it - He falls silent as I listen to the sounds of the ambulance sirens approaching the vicinity of the museum.

Neither of us wants to say that word. That in a moment, I felt that I had lost them.

- Steven... You were...

- I know - The annoyed tone of her voice makes me approach and caress her face trying to reassure him - The damn pigeon wanted to get rid of us. Damn bastard..

- I think Tawered helped me. I'm sure she'll need me sometime as his avatar.

Steven turns just to smile at me and takes my hand in both of his hands.

- She will always help. More to you, love. That you are the purest thing in the world - I let out a sigh and touch my shirt with a little tug - Besides, you will surely look incredible as Layla in one of those outfits.

- Steven... - I let the fear take over me again and I cry what I held back the whole time. I hear him cooing at me, muttering a few little phrases in French and even singing, although he's terrible at it, but it reassures me knowing that the cognitive part of him is fine - I love you.

- And I love you. More than Egyptian mythology. I must tell you that Marc and Jake are a bit jealous...

I laugh again as he wipes the tears from my cheek with his thumb.

- Don't cry, let me recover well and I'll go look for the damn bird myself.

"We will go for him, I'm fucking sure that we will go for his head, Steven" (Marc)

"Las lágrimas derramadas de nuestra niña deben pagarse caro. Quiero su cabeza en una bandeja de plata de ser posible (Spanish) / Our little girl's tears must be paid dearly. I want his head on a silver platter if possible" - Jake

- Love? - I listen Steven while I see that the paramedics enter the museum and a person tells them where we are - We are Moon Knight, we don't need him and let me tell you something more, we will let him know that.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Awww, I need a Moon version of the single mom! pregnant!reader series now! The Hawk one was too cute.🥺🙏

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Moon x Single-mom!Pregnant!Reader

Fem!Chubby!Reader ○ pure fluff

Absolutely love this little series. I think I'll always be up for writing these 💖 but with Moon it's so much softer and ugh! Yes. (unedited)

Moon meets Reader at a local small business fair. She's all about supporting locally owned and small businesses, especially ones owned by women. Reader is at one of the stalls helping a friend, hoping to draw in customers to get things going. Moon is certainly intrigued by the handmade jewelry being sold, and it doesn't hurt that Reader is super cute too.

Reader stands up to give the pitch, introduce Moon to everything they have and such. It's the moment Moon sees her pregnant belly, which was a little hard to see behind the table. She's a bit sad, thinking Reader has a partner already, but that doesn't stop her from chatting with her and thinking she's cute. She totally thinks Reader has that pregnancy glow about her.

They start up a conversation about the pieces Reader's friend is selling, but it quickly changes into introductions and things progress from there. They're laughing and having a good time when Moon spies Reader rubbing her belly and she just has to ask.

"So, how far along are you?"

Reader smiles. "Twenty weeks."

"That's halfway, right?"

"Yep," Reader laughs and rubs circles onto her belly. "About twenty more and I'll get to meet this cutie."

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Moon asks curiously. She can't help it. The happy and motherly vibes are practically beaming off of Reader and she's soaking in that energy, making her all the more intrigued. "Sorry for all the questions."

"I don't mind," Reader tells her. She eases back into her seat and sighed. "And I don't know yet. I find out in a couple of weeks, though. Kind of hoping for a girl, but whatever they are or grow up to be, I'll love them anyway."

The conversation carries on from there, with both Reader and Moon gushing over the unborn baby. Moon ends up buying a few pieces of jewelry from the stand before they part ways, sharing her number with Reader and following each other on Instagram, too. She leaves and spends the rest of her day accidentally Insta stalking Reader, thinking she looks so pretty.

It isn't until a few weeks into their friendship that she learns that Reader doesn't have a partner. While it's a sad reality that they left Reader alone and pregnant, she looks forward to the future of motherhood and doesn't let that little piece of information dampen that. Moon is secretly so happy she's single because her crush on Reader has only gotten bigger and bigger.

As they hangout more, they get so much closer. Moon offers to rub her back when it hurts and her swollen feet too; they cuddle while watching TV or just hanging out; Reader links arms with Moon when they got to the mall together. The hormones are so bad and upsetting one day, Moon takes Reader to Build-a-Bear to make her feel better. They build bears together and giggle together the whole time, in a more than friendly way. One employee asks if they're girlfriends and both of them blush and say no, they're just friends.

They laugh about the whole experience on the car ride back to Reader's place, and when they get there they decide to cook. So they set their bears down on the couch and go into the kitchen. They turn on some music and get to work. It's full of laughter and messing around. Once their hands aren't busy with food, they're dancing together. Reader can only move so much, so it's slow and sweet. Moon is so gentle with her as they move around the kitchen, giggling to themselves, and things get slower as Reader gets a little tired. It turns into slow swaying...

Then, before either of them know it, it's a sweet kiss.

They're lost in each other, holding hands as their lips lock together and the world just stops around them. Moon squeezes Reader's hands, their fingers interlaced, and their sweet moment feels like it will last forever.

That is until the water on the stove boils over and makes them pull away from each other. Moon tells Reader to "stay right there" in fear that she could get burned and rushes over to take the pot off of the heat. There's a bit of a mess, but she wipes it up quickly and checks the pasta they were making. When she gives a thumbs up that everything's okay, Reader bursts into laughter and they both fall into a little fit of giggles.

It's the start of a lovely relationship, one both of them can't imagine not having after that point. They talk about it over vegan mac and cheese, because it has to be discussed a little bit at least, and Reader can't see herself being happier with anyone else. Moon is just happy she's happy and puts a hand on Reader's belly, even happier to be a second mama to the little one on the way.

#pregnant reader #single mom reader #moon x reader #moon x chubby reader #cobra kai moon #moon headcanons #moon cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai blurbs #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

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sunshine-vx · 11 months

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 17- part 2 of 2)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's first two illustrations done by @moonlightalpha666 ! Third illustration done by Jang! Here's their Twitter! Tysm to them and Moon for the amazing drawings! The illustrations are only here in the second part, so I apologize for that, but nonetheless I hope yall enjoy!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

As they walked to Lady Sneasler's seat, Ingo enthusiastically explained Wardens and Noble Pokémon to Emmet. Emmet told Ingo he already knew some about them, but it didn't exactly stop him from asking questions and learning more.

"As I told you, I had some strange feelings about my origins…so I began to prepare people to help me with my duties here in Hisui. It seems I planned in time!" Ingo explained.

"You do not mind, do you?" Emmet said.

"Not at all! I'm not giving them up, just having some people help me out, especially if I should leave for some time." Ingo responded.

Emmet simply nodded.

"Here we are." Irida announced, "Hectar? It's Irida! Are you here?"

After a moment, a Pearl Clan man rushed out into the small clearing in front of Irida, Ingo and Emmet. A tall, strange looking Pokémon Emmet had never seen in person followed; Sneasler? Emmet stepped back a bit, not wanting to cause trouble.

Hectar smiled, "Lady Irida! Warden Ingo, I'm so glad to see you!"

Sneasler grinned and made happy clicking and chattering sounds.

Hectar then spotted Emmet, and his smile vanished, "Who..is that..?"

Sneasler's grin faded as well, and she narrowed her eyes with a bit of a snarl, watching Emmet carefully.

Before anything escalated further, Ingo was able to once again explain the situation; That Emmet was his brother, and he was sure there was nothing to worry about, and that they needed Hectar to come with them.

In response to that, Hectar and Sneasler seemed to calm down. "I see..you have been focusing on your origins more lately. Perhaps it was a sign of sorts."

Ingo nodded, "Perhaps! Will you be willing to take care of Lady Sneasler for a while?"

Hectar nodded, "It would be an honor."

Irida went to speak to Hectar and Lady Sneasler. Ingo and Emmet couldn't hear what they were saying, but Hectar nodded, Sneasler making a rumble, before Irida walked back to where she had been.

Ingo spoke again, "Has the seat been safe? Can we leave Lady Sneasler by herself for a while so we can go to this meeting?"

"It has been, I believe we can, and I will go with you all," Hectar answered, "but I wonder what Lady Sneasler thinks of all this. We cannot leave her alone if she isn't okay with it."

As if she was listening in, Sneasler approached Emmet, who went still. She leaned in and sniffed him, thinking for a moment, before standing up straight and making some clicking and chatting noises.

Ingo laughed, "She thinks you're alright, Emmet! She said just don't do anything wrong, hahah.." Ingo turned to his Lord, "I promise, my Lady, Emmet is pure of heart."

"I promise..Lady Sneasler…I would never want to hurt Ingo or anybody else." Emmet smiled awkwardly, attempting some sort of bow, "It is nice to meet you"

Lady Sneasler turned to Ingo and made more hushed sounds, clearly only for Ingo to hear. Ingo listened, before reaching out his hand to pet her, "Don't worry, I am not going away forever."

Ingo stopped, thinking, before making sure he looked Lady Sneasler in the eyes.

"Change may happen. That I cannot deny. But what I can also say is that I will NOT abandon you, my Lady. That is okay, right? We'll go down this track together."

Lady Sneasler paused, hesitating, before nodding and smiling, making a chirp of approval.

Ingo nodded, "Bravo! I'll be away for a short while soon, probably tomorrow, but I'll see you again. I promise I'll come to see you again before I leave."

The smile on Sneasler's face widened ever so slightly as she made a content trilling noise.

Ingo lowered his hand, "My Lady, we need Hectar to help us out with something, so we'll need to leave you here alone. I may not return tonight, if I don't, Hectar will inform you about whatever happened. And If I don't return tonight, I promise I will see you tomorrow. Is that all okay?"

Sneasler thought for a moment, before flickering her feather out of her face and chattering. She seemed content. As long as she got to see Ingo before he went to do whatever he was going to do, if he was.

"Thank you both so very much!" Ingo conveyed.

"I am verrry grateful. Thank you." Emmet added simply, although he was nothing short of genuine.

"Let's get going, then." Irida stated. Sounds of agreement echoed throughout the group, and Lady Sneasler clicked and chattered in contentment. She began to make her way back to her preferred area, chirping a loud "see you" before she was out of sight.

"So, we're going to Jubilife Village for a meeting?" Hectar asked.

"And possibly stopping by the Diamond Clan, briefly." Irida answered.

"I see, then. Well, there's no use in waiting." Hectar said.

"Yes. We should go." Emmet stated.

Ingo nodded, exclaiming, "Alright then. Let us depart!"

As Irida, Hectar, Emmet and Ingo made their way, they stopped by the Diamond Clan; The Pearl Clan's once-rival, now ally.

Rei and Akari had stopped by their settlement vaguely, as they said they would, to alert them that some Pearl Clan members would probably be making their way to their settlement, to not panic, and that everything would be explained.

This resulted in Diamond Clan Leader Adaman taking an alert stance around his Settlement. He spotted Irida and the other two immediately upon them setting foot in their territory.

Adaman wasn't looking for trouble, just to make sure none was coming his way. Of course, he was also a bit shocked regarding Emmet, and seemed to think the claims regarding the Distortion were strange, but thankfully, he understood why they needed him to attend this meeting.

"Dialga is our clan's lord, and Hisui is our home. It's important I'm present at a meeting that addresses an issue that involves it in any way." Adaman explained.

With that, Ingo, Emmet, Irida and Hectar asked Adaman to follow them to Jubilife Village, where they'd have a meeting with the Galaxy Team. Thankfully, he agreed. Adaman went to inform his clan, and once he returned to the group, they continued their way to Jubilife Village.

Eventually, Irida, Hectar, Adaman, Ingo and Emmet made it to Jubilife Village. Some people seemed a bit nervous, but no one really panicked, so Ingo and Emmet assumed Akari and Rei had already explained the situation to the village themselves; Arceus bless their souls. Cyllene was waiting with Akari, Rei and Lady Zisu outside of the Galaxy Team Headquarters, Ingo, Emmet and Irida getting a wave from most of them upon being seen.

"So, is it true?" Zisu asked Ingo, "Is this person your twin brother?"

"Indeed, he is!" Ingo exclaimed. Emmet waved, "Hello. I am Emmet."

"Well, welcome to Hisui, Emmet." Commander Cyllene chimed in, "We have quite a bit to discuss, so let's not waste too much time on idle chatter."

A union of 'yes ma'am!'s came from the others.

"It's settled, then. Meet me in my office."

And with that, Commander Cyllene turned and went back into the Headquarters, Irida, Hectar, Adaman and Zisu following.

Ingo and Emmet exchanged glances. Ingo could tell Emmet was nervous. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Emmet. Don't get too riled up, okay?" Ingo said, "No matter what, I'll always be there to help you."

Emmet smiled, replying with a simple, "Thank you. Me too."

Once everyone was inside Commander Cyllene's office, it was straight to work.

Emmet was asked a few questions. Why he came to Hisui, how he came, and what he was planning. The answers were simple; He wanted to find Ingo, he had the aid of Legendary Pokémon, and that he wanted to bring Ingo home.

The mention of Dialga and Palkia certainly got their attention. If it was true, it was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, not even they were omnipotent. They couldn't know for sure.

Cyllene, Irida and Adaman all shared glances with each other.

"Well, Ingo.." Irida explained, "Regarding what I said back there. I do want you to find out more about yourself, but you know how it is about strangers around here--"

"Emmet is not just another person. He is my brother." Ingo interjected.

"Right," Adaman responded, "but he's still a stranger to us."

Ingo was quiet for a moment. He supposed they were right. But what were they insinuating?

Cyllenne spoke, "So, what we plan to do is put Emmet through some trials--"

"No!" Ingo shouted, shrinking back a bit as he realized his disrespect. He quickly regains composure and begins to speak again, "Lady Irida, Sir Adaman, Commander Cyllene- with all due respect, I won't accept you putting my brother through trials. He doesn't need to prove himself just because he wants to bring his brother home with him."

"And with all due respect to you, Warden Ingo; Didn't you just meet this man?" Cyllene responded, "How do you know he is to be trusted, what his intentions are, or if he's even truly your brother?"

Ingo was taken aback by this, and when he glanced over to look at Emmet, it looked like he had been, too. He seemed upset.

Ingo thought for a moment, before turning his gaze back to Cyllene.

"Commander Cyllene, you understand how my mind works, and how others do, as well. Haven't you ever seen or heard something, and had that feeling in your gut you can't ignore?" Ingo explained, "I may be missing my memory, but I am not stupid. Even if I don't have the memories to prove it, I know for a fact Emmet is someone of pure intentions, and my brother. Plus, I did not just look over any lack of evidence– there is evidence, and there will be more once we contact Dialga and Palkia!"

Ingo stood straight and firm. He did not waver.

Akari and Rei made sure to mention Emmet's incredible performance against the Alpha Pokémon and how in-sync he was with Ingo, Ingo backing up their claims. It made Emmet smile.

Having gained just a bit more confidence, Emmet then stepped forward, also now more calm in composure.

"Bringing Ingo home is all I want to do." Emmet chimed in, "However. If it helps keep the peace, what are your demands? I am not doing this because I need to prove myself, but because I want to help."

Cyllene nodded, before waving Zisu, Irida and Adaman in her direction. They spoke for some moments.

Then, Cyllene turned to face Ingo and Emmet, "Ingo, Emmet, if we understand correctly, Emmet plans on helping bring Ingo to his origin world. Is this true?" Cyllene questioned

"Yes. You want to go, right, Ingo?" Emmet spoke

"Absolutely!" Ingo replied, "I'm lucky I have some great people to help me out!"

Cyllenne continued, "We cannot allow that to be permanent, at least without a lot of planning and work and many other things."

Ingo blinked, surprised, "Oh, no, my trip will not be permanent! As I've said to some others, change may happen, and if it does, I will take charge of what I must do to make sure it goes smoothly! I just want to find out more about my origin world, rejoice with it and the things and people within it, like Emmet here! That's why I was getting some people to help me out with my jobs, in case I needed to leave for some time to find out more about my origins."

Emmet seemed a bit perplexed, but smiled, not speaking.

"So like an expedition of sorts?" Irida interjected.

"I suppose you could say that!" Ingo replied.

"Then, how much time do you request?" Cyllene questioned.

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure.." Ingo muttered.

"About two months and a half." Emmet stated.

Ingo smiled, "Yes! That sounds excellent! Oh, and this is very important..Emmet must return with me. That's okay, right, Emmet?"

Emmet nodded without hesitation, "Yup. Absolutely."

"And what will become of your roles as a Battlegrounds Manager and Lady Sneasler's Warden? You mentioned having some help from others." Cyllene questioned

"Ingo's been training me to be a Battlegrounds Manager!" Rei exclaimed, "I'm sure Ms. Zisu and myself can manage on our own for a while!"

Rei turned to Zisu, "Right, Ms. Zisu?"

Zisu hesitated for a moment, before laughing and smiling softly, "Of course..yeah, we can do that! Don't sweat it."

"And..Ingo has been training me to be a temporary Warden for Lady Sneasler," Hectar spoke as well, "we already agreed that I can take care of Lady Sneasler for a while on my own."

"And if you guys need help, you always have others!" Akari chimed in.

Ingo laughed, "Yes, what they said! I promise you they've been doing excellent in their roles. Putting them in my place for a while shouldn't hurt."

Cyllene turned to Zisu, then Irida, "Zisu, Irida; Your thoughts?"

"We'll be fine. Rei has been doing very well!" Zisu commented.

"Hectar has also been doing well. We will be alright." Irida stated.

"Rei, Hectar, Zisu, Irida," Ingo avowed, "thank you all so, so much."

"Yes, thank you all. We are extremely grateful." Emmet added.

Rei and Hectar gleamed, Zisu and Irida nodding approvingly.

Cyllene hummed to herself for a second, thinking to herself for a few moments. Afterwards, she walked up to Irida and Adaman, speaking to them for a few moments. Afterwards, all three faced Ingo and Emmet

"So, there are things outside of Ingo's jobs to be dealt with. We have a plan to settle things. As you've explained, Emmet supposedly came here by getting the aid of Dialga and Palkia." Cyllene explained, "Tomorrow, we will make way for the Temple of Sinnoh, and Emmet will summon them there. Wherever and whenever he came from before landing in Hisui, Dialga and Palkia should have knowledge of him. If they can confirm he is telling the truth, we will get off your case. If he is not..then there will be consequences. Understood?"

"Understood! I know Emmet will be able to prove himself. Right, Emmet?" Ingo declared without hesitation, turning to his brother.

Emmet blinked, then smiled wide, nodding firmly. "Yes, I will!"

Once again, the three faction leaders shared looks, before Cyllene nodded once again.

"It's settled, then."

"Well, I must be honest, then," Emmet spoke, "I need one last thing, first."

"What would that be?" Cyllene said

"Akari, Irida, Adaman." Emmet explained, "I can assure you that I am telling the truth, but I need your help so tomorrow can go smoothly. Allow me to explain."

They listened.

"Akari, I have heard that you are considered a hero of the Hisui region; That you have done many, many great things. Adaman, Irida, I understand that you two are the leaders of the Diamond and Pearl Clan, that worship Dialga and Palkia." Emmet continued, "I am not completely sure, but I was thinking maybe you'd have what I need. When I summoned Dialga and Palkia to get their help, I used the 'Adamant and Lustrous Orbs', two artifacts verrry closely linked to them. The Orbs were not able to come with me here, and I will need them to summon them again tomorrow, so I was wondering if you know where they are."

Adaman, Irida and Akari seemed surprised.

"Wow, Emmet, you sure do know a lot about this all.." Akari replied. Irida and Adaman turned to Akari, speaking to her in somewhat lowered voices.

"Akari, we have entrusted you with those artifacts. We cannot afford them to be damaged or abused. What do you think?"

Akari thought for a moment, before answering, "I will make sure nothing happens. I think we should give it a shot." Akari turned to Emmet and Ingo, "Luckily for you, Emmet, we have the Adamant and Lustrous Orbs. We will give them to you at the Temple of Sinnoh tomorrow. How's that?"

Akari glanced at Adaman and Irida, who nodded.

Ingo clasped his hands together, "Yes, bravo! You won't regret this, thank you so very much! Right, Emmet?"

Emmet nodded, his eyes sparkling brightly, "Yes, indeed! Thank you all verrry much."

"That's all then, everyone?" Cyllene questioned.

Everyone in the room seemed to respond in the positive.

"Then it's settled. You should all prepare for tomorrow." Cyllene vocalized.

"Alright, then Irida and I will be returning to our clans." Adaman said. Irida nodded, approaching Hectar and motioning him to follow them. Then, the three of them left.

"I'll be looking over the Battlegrounds." Zisu commented before also exiting.

"Good luck, you two!" Akari chimed in, "Let's go, Rei!"

Rei smiled and nodded, calling out to the twins as they left, "We believe in you both!"

After a moment, Cyllene stepped forward towards Ingo and Emmet.

"Warden Ingo, Emmet, I have rented you two temporary housing for the night in Jubilife." Cyllene informed, "It is the second house on the right, second row. Be awake by 9:00 AM. Goodnight to you both; You are dismissed."

"Thank you. I will make sure to do as I have been told." Emmet said simply.

"Thank you so much, Commander! We'll make sure to do everything right!" Ingo chimed in.

Cyllene simply nodded, the twins then leaving the Headquarters.

Ingo knew the village well, and led Emmet to the place they'd be staying in. It was a small, one-room house, but cozy-looking.

"Oh, there's only one place for someone to sleep." Ingo commented, "There should be more blankets and pillows in the storage chest, give me just a moment!"

"Thank you! Do you need help?" Emmet responded.

"Nope, I got it!" Ingo opened the storage chest and dug around, taking out some blankets and a pillow. Emmet looked at the materials for a moment, before jumping as an idea popped into his head.

"Ingo! I have an idea!" He exclaimed.

Ingo raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Do tell."

Emmet approached Ingo and took some of the blankets, "Here, let me help you! How about we make a big pallet instead?"

"Make a pallet? Did we do this back in our origin world?" Ingo asked.

"Not really recently, but we would do it as children, mostly when we stayed up really late, yup! Hahah.." Emmet explained.

Ingo chuckled, "It does sound a bit familiar..alright then, let's do it!"

Emmet gleamed. The twins used the blankets and pillow already on the ground and the ones from the chest to put together a pallet on the floor. Ingo did it gleefully and flawlessly, as if he had done it many times before.

When the pallet was ready, the twins laid down for rest; Except it seemed a bit difficult to sleep.

Ingo eventually spoke, breaking the quiet that was previously there, "Emmet, will I like our origin world?"

Emmet was surprised, but answered nonetheless, "Of course you will. It is a wonderful place."

"And you'll be there with me?"

"Every second we are there."

Ingo smiled and chuckled, "Thank you. Sorry about that, I guess I'm just a little nervous."

"You have absolutely no reason to apologize. I am glad to help!" Emmet replied.

"We should probably get some rest now- tomorrow will be a long day. Goodnight, Emmet." Ingo stated.

"Yes. Goodnight, Ingo."

A moment of silence.

"..Brother?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Emmet."

"I love you, too, Ingo."

Soon, the twins both drifted into sleep.

And that night– they dreamt of nothing.

Chapter 17 (part 1 of 2)

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THE WHORE OF HACKETT’S QUARRY

Day One

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*Note: The image above is an anonymous face claim for the OC in this mini series and all credit goes to the owner of the photo. For the purpose of this mini smut series, the OC is both a Hackett and infected. This is also an "Everyone Survives, Still Infected" route AU. There will be various warnings through out this mini series and all chapters will be released in consequential order. If you enjoy this mini series, comment and leave a note, and I'll consider making a Male version, as well. I am also accepting other series and scenario suggestions.

WARNINGS: None Currently

Female OC x All Male Counselors

PART 1/? of The Whore of Hackett's Quarry

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It's always incredibly difficult to adjust to change. No matter how brilliant or flexible one may be, the transition itself between comfort and the unknown is stressful and strenuous. It pushes one to think and adapt, forcing themselves to shed the skin of what they once were in order to reveal the new them. It's what adaptation has always been, even in the most difficult or simplest situations.

For the counselors of Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, adaptation was a struggle between their mental and emotional strength. After the events of the full moon last August, 8 of the 9 counselors had never been the same. Both gifted and cursed with this mutation amongst their blood, some of them grew to fear the full moons waxing, yet some appreciated their new senses. At the cost of risking their loved ones lives once a month, the counselors were granted heightened hearing and sense of smell, clearer vision, a strong sixth sense and an insatiable hunger, along with extremely high endurance and strength,

They remained as human as ever on the exterior, but internally their thoughts warred with their inner beasts, animal instinct battling human morality constantly. At first, it was a fight for sanity, a struggle to stay themselves above all else. Then, a few months in, drawing close to the end of the year, they began to relax, adapting to the inklings of their inner wolves.

Despite having gone their separate ways, the 9 counselors stayed in contact, bonded by their traumatic night in the woods and the two months 7 of them had spent together prior. Almost a full year had come around now, and Ryan Erzahler, the camps previous quiet, brooding yet mysterious sailing instructor, managed to convince the group through a group text to video call.

It hadn't been the first time they'd video chatted before, but it's been a few months. Now that summer was rolling in and June was only a few days away, everyone had their time off from college and work. So, as a way to catch up, they all agreed to make a necessary trip to the place that started it all. Fortunately, there would be no summer camp this year, due to the losses the Hackett's suffered the year prior—Chris was still mourning his mother and daughters deaths. Even more fortunately, Travis Hackett, Chris's brother, had given Ryan special permission to utilize the campgrounds for the summer. The sheriff was determined to solve this curse, though it seemed Silas the white wolf had once again disappeared. And as time had gone on, the young counselors had discovered that they'd slowly grown more and more antsy, horny, aggressive, and paranoid. An odd combination fueled entirely by the wolf blood that flowed through their veins.

With no other option left to the 9, they returned to Hackett's Quarry, hearts set on ensuring the summer and trying to lessen their animalistic desires. Unfortunately—or quite possibly fortunately—there was a new presence on the land, and she alone was about to set the males hormones and hearts ablaze.

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Slipping out of Uncle Chris's office, I was startled to find a flurry of new scents filling the lodge, each one unique but somehow incredibly enticing. My pupils dilated for a moment and I bit my lip, hearing voices in the foyer. Slowly moving down the hall, I turned the corner and peeked into the room. Nine vary different teens stood around the room, some talking with each other, though three in particular were deep in conversation with my dad, Travis Hackett. A tall boy with dark skin and short shaved hair, another tall boy but slightly shorter than the other, pale in skin tone, freckled with wild auburn locks draped around the tips of his ears to the nape of his neck, and a blonde girl with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail beneath a baseball cap.

A few feet to their left, another trio took their place at one of the lodge tables. A very tall, yet thin, white fit with short brown hair swept to the side and dimples that accentuated his smile. The short Asian girl across from him was talking animatedly with the other guy beside her, whose broad shoulders and muscular stature took up two seats worth.

Finally, resting on the stairs near the doors, sat the final trio. A slightly thicker girl with red-dyed hair was bent over a sketchbook, drawing away. On the floor a few steps down from her sat an athletic blonde with her hair in a bun, and a tan-skinned guy with dark brown locks that brushed his shoulders. The two in the floor were shoving each other playfully, laughing and grinning as their attempts to make the artist smile succeeded.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and let my eyes fall to the group surrounding my dad. His coal black eyes were settled on me over the girls shoulder, lips pursed. "Maya!" I stood straight at his stern but somehow inviting tone, moving around the corner as the three teens turned to face me. Moving towards them, I noticed how their eyes widened and their nostrils flared, the two boys gritting their teeth whilst the girl narrowed her eyes.

"Yes dad?"

"Chris talked to you?"

"Mhm. He forgot to tell me the counselors were wolves." The three tensed slightly, rings of gold circling their natural eye color, but my focus remained on my dad.

He grunted, hands on his hips, fingers kneading at his brown belt. For once, my dad wasn't in uniform, likely taking the week off to help my uncle cope with the loss as he had, while also getting the counselors from last summers incident under wraps. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, an open blue and grey checkered flannel draped over his slender shoulders and thick biceps, a pair of muddy boot cut jeans on his hips and the hems caresses the ankles of his hiking boots. All in all, he looked very outdoorsy but relaxed.

"Damn Chris. He's at a loss still, with Kaylee and Ma..." I exhaled through my nose and ruffled my silver dyed locks, gnawing at my lower lip as my cobalt eyes examined the wooden floorboards.

"He needs time. It took you and Bobby 6 months to move on. She was his kid, dad..." His dark eyes flickered over my face as I raised my head, and I took note of how they softened, becoming glossy with unshed tears for a moment.

"I know, kiddo. C'mere." Extending his right arm, he grasped my hand and drew me in, embracing me in a hold I'd only ever experienced when I was sad or scared. He held me as tightly as he had the night my mom had died, rubbing circles into my back with his right whilst his left cradled the back of my head to his shoulder. "He'll get better. I promise."

I smiled and pulled away, brushing his tears from his eyelashes and taking a couple of steps back. "So, you going to introduce me to these lovely pups?" I gesture to the three still surrounding us, my dad clearing his throat as the tips of his ears and sides of his neck grew warm with embarrassment.

"Right, well. These are obviously the counselors. This is my daughter, Maya." He introduced, still thoroughly embarrassed by the soft moment. I bit back a grin as my lips twitched, turning to gaze at the three individually.

"As he said, I'm Maya Hackett, the sheriffs daughter." I held out my hand to the dark skinned guy, his grip firm but kind of shaky.

"Ryan."

"Erzahler? Sailing Instructor?" His eyes lit up slightly, confusion and curiosity mixed in the coal color.

"Yeah?"

"Uncle Chris never shut up about you. You're his pride and joy—we both know Caleb wasn't doing much, no offense to him." Ryan's cheeks flushed slightly as a grateful smile settled on his lips, his hands dipping into his black jean pockets.

"T-Thanks."

Turning to the girl, I immediately noticed her tense posture and stood straighter, my cobalt eyes narrowed slightly on her grey-blue ones. Holding out a hand, I made sure my grip was tighter than hers, internally satisfied by her slight wince before she pulled away.

"I'm Laura Kearney."

"Assistant nurse?" She nodded and gritted her teeth slightly, my eyes flickering away from her to the guy to her side. He was standing half a foot back and slightly behind her, his right shoulder brushing against her left.

His grin was warm and kind, his green-blue eyes flickering with delight and curiosity as he gently shook my hand. His hand was larger than mine and very warm, a sense of comfort expressed through the gesture. "I'm Max Brinly, supposed coordinator assistant." He introduced, reaching up with his left hand to ruffle his hair. "Though, didn't get to do much of that locked in a basement." My dad cleared his throat and Laura elbowed him, but I couldn't help the soft laugh that filtered from my lips.

"Yeah, I've heard. Dads very descriptive with his stories, and the camera footage didn't leave much else to the imagination." The teasing tons of my voice did not go unnoticed, Max's breath catching in his throat for a second. Max, along with Ryan, stood a little straighter as my own scent changed slightly, their nostrils flaring again. Laura, on the other hand, pursed her lips and bared her teeth slightly, her left hand immediately coiling it's way into Max's right. He glanced at her but said nothing, his shoulders raised slightly at the tension.

"Alright, this—this wolf thing has got to end. Quit you're teeth baring and growling. We've got other shit to do." My dad huffed, snapping us from our stupor. I straightened my posture and smiled softly as my dad called for the rest of the group to join us.

"Who's this?" The blonde with the bun inquired, arms crossed under her breasts, hidden by her sage green button up polo tucked into her high waisted blue jeans.

"Hi pups. I'm Maya Hackett, the sheriffs daughter." I introduced, unintentionally moving to stand by Ryan and my dad, leaning a bit closer to the former. "And as you can prolly tell by the scent your catching, I'm like you. Though my dad likely didn't mention it, I was there the same night Caleb got bit. I, unfortunately, did not get the opportunity to stay and hunt Silas like my family did. Dad kept me at a safe distance in my mothers home town. It was his way of protecting both of us."

"So, wait—you're infected or whatever?" The tall bulky guy asked, tilting his head with furrowed brows. With a nod my dad continued for me, hands once again curled around his belt loops.

"While we spent every full moon hunting, my daughter spent her time trying to come to terms with the change. Around three years into her infection, she'd managed to gain full and complete control over both her instincts and her transformation." Multiple expressions changed at this information, and some scents grew either stronger or weaker in response. "Because of this, and because of last august, she's here to both meet you and help you."

"It's not going to be easy or quick. In fact, your transformations the first two full moons, if you make any progress this summer, will likely become more painful. You guys' biggest issue is your refusal to adapt."

"Adapt?" The brunette clicked his tongue, shifting his weight on his feet. "What? So we're just supposed to accept the fact we want to eat people half the time?"

"Yes." At their expressions of both fear and shock, I giggled softly, my expression playful. "The fact that you've become so aggressive is because you're fighting your inner wolf. You have to remember there's two parts of you sharing the same body now. If you accept and welcome the change, you won't be fighting the aggression or hunger or lust. You'll basically be normal, except for the instinctual and sensory change."

"You make it seem so simple." The tan-skinned male hummed, his Australian accent thick and deep, his gaze flickering over his feet as his brows furrowed.

"In theory it is, but the process is difficult. For you, it might be easier, it only took me three years because I was on my own."

The group stood for a minute in silence before the short Asian lady stepped forward. "Well, I'm Kaitlyn Ka, camp coordinator." I shook her hand with a smile, turning to the tall jock that stepped forward.

"Jacob Custos! It's great to meet you, Maya." He grinned, his brown eyes alight with excitement. His grip was just as firm and warm as Max's was, his hand only slightly larger.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Jacob. Can I call you JC?" His brows shot up and his grin widened, a giddy bounce on his feet making me giggle.

"Dude, yes!" His immediate response led to a high five with the Aussie beside him, a short bout of laughter among the group.

"Cute..." I murmured, turning my gaze to the artist.

"O-Oh, um, I-I'm Abigail Blyg, Abi is fine. I'm not infected..." I smiles at her anyway and gently shook her hand, watching the blonde beside her along her arm over the other girls shoulder.

"I'm Emma Mountebank. That dork over there is Dylan Lenivy and that handsome Aussie is Nick Furcillo." She cooed, causing the two in question to blush along with Abigail, whom leaned into her side sweetly.

"Wow, Emma, not even going to give me the opportunity to charm her with my wit?" Dylan huffed. A pout settled on his lips as his hands moved to his hips, though the glint in his eyes was completely jovial and joking.

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to charm her with your undeniable dorkiness when you trip down the lodge steps again." Kaitlyn chided, blowing him a kiss.

"That was one time, Kaitlyn!" The laughter that flitted through the room was relaxed and inviting,y scent altering to express the happiness I felt around these people.

"Well, you can charm me later. We've got a whole summer to get to know other." I quipped, coiling arms with Kaitlyn as we made our way to the door. Jacob was quick to follow on my right side, the rest following behind us. Stepping outside and down the steps I called over my shoulder. "Don't fall for me just yet, Dylan." The ensuing stumble and yelp had me giggling, Ryan's deep baritone and Emma's teasing pitch calling after us.

"You're scent is really fucking strong, Maya." Jacob hummed after a moment as we walked the dirt path. I glanced at him with a raised brow, tilting my nose up slightly. His own scent caressed my nose and I bit my lip. He smelled like leather and caramel, a strange but oddly satisfying scent that was almost addictive if it weren't for the scent of sweat lingering along his nape. "I-I mean—why does it keep changing?"

I straightened my back and felt my cheeks flush as his scent took on a nervous but excited tone, the lingering additive of pine on the tongue. I swallowed thickly and forced my hormones to relax, squeezing Kaitlyn's arm lightly. "It's due to my emotions and hormones. When I'm feeling a positive emotion, it takes on delightful scents and such. When I'm feeling negative emotions, my scent will accumulate a bitter undertone to it." I dropped it there, my cheeks just as flushed as the red caressing Jacob's neck and ears. His scent was still strong, but it'd calmed considerably when mine had.

"And, um...y-you mentioned lust?"

"Jacob, are seriously fucking horny right now?" The goofy jock spluttered at Kaitlyn's deadpan tone, his cheeks slowly gaining the red hue his ears and neck held. I snorted softly and shook my head, patting his shoulder. My fingertips caressed his pulse point on his neck for a moment, his jaw clenching at the action.

"I guess you'll just have to find that out for yourself, JC." Kaitlyn snickered and led me on across the dirt path as Jacob faltered to a stop for a moment. We could hear him stumbling inward to catch up as his scent once again took on that heavy pine undertone.

"You guys are so mean." Jacob whined, huffing out a breathe through his nose. Kaitlyn and I shared a look and shrugged. I already knew she'd be a good friend to me, so I held no worry there.

"But, you love me. And you might love her, later, too." Kaitlyn cooed, a teasing grin on her face as she gazed around me at the giant. His skin flushed again, meek embarrassment on his lips as he grinned goofily. I snickered softly, the cabins coming into view finally.

"We've got two and a half months to get to know each other and become the best pack you've ever seen, ya know." I added thoughtfully. "Who knows what we may feel or do?"

"Alrighty, Hacketteers!" I spun on my heel to face them in from of the tree in the center, clapping my hands together once with a wicked glint in my eyes and grin on my face. "Let's get started with those wolves, yeah?"

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