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plaidbooks · 1 year

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Homegrown chapter 11

A/N: Sorry I’ve been absent on this story--this chapter was hard for me to write. But I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! This also doubles as the Free Space square in @adarafaelbarba‘s bday bingo (I’m counting it as First Kiss)!

Tags: talks of mating (in the adow sense)

Words: 1635

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @adowbaldwin

For the first time since her abduction, Lyra slept fully, never once having a nightmare. Anytime she regained even a little bit of consciousness, she felt Gallowglass beside her, his strong arms holding her, and she fell back asleep.

But once she was actually awake, the room slightly lighter in morning than the dark of night, she realized how tight his hold on her was. Gallowglass had his left arm wrapped over her uninjured shoulder. His right arm was around her hip, and his hands were clasped in the middle of her back. There was no moving from his grasp on her, and from his slow, deep breath on her face, he was still deep in sleep.

Lyra’s eyes flickered open, and it took her a moment to adjust to the low light in the room. They settled on Gallowglass’s face—she had never been this close to him before. She scanned his sleeping face, enjoying how vulnerable he was with her. His face was stress-free, the lines smoothed out and the worried little pinch between his eyebrows was gone. She could see the lines around his mouth and eyes—a sign of multiple lifetimes spent laughing.

She looked at his facial hair, noticing every little strand. Only then did she notice a thin, white scar on his cheek; it was virtually invisible, mostly hidden by his beard, and she wondered how he got it. Then she started wondering how many other scars he had, both visible and on the inside. She vaguely acknowledged that she herself would probably have scars from her time with Liam.

Slowly, Gallowglass’s breath picked up. Lyra watched as he woke, his face scrunching softly—it was probably the cutest thing she’d ever seen. Finally, his eyes blinked open, connecting with her bright eyes.

He smiled softly, breathing out a soft, “hi.”

Her answering smile made his heart flutter in his chest. “Hi, Eric. Did you sleep well?”

“Better with ya beside me.”

She let out a giggle before nuzzling against his chest. It felt so right, having her in his arms like this, and it seemed that time slowed down, letting them bask in the morning sun. Soon enough, Lyra was back asleep against him, and he grinned.

But his joy was short lived; he knew he was going to have to talk to her about mating sooner or later. The longer he sat on it, the worse it would be.

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It was midday when Lyra woke once more. She stretched her good arm above her, wincing only slightly, before letting out a yawn. Gallowglass was still in bed with her but had left briefly while she slept to retrieve a book.

He placed a bookmark in the book. “How’re you feeling, my sweet flùr?” he asked when she finished stretching.

“A little sore, but much better, thank you,” she replied with a soft smile.

Slowly, he leaned over and set his book on the nightstand. “Here, let me grab you some food and tea—”

“Don’t!” Lyra said in a panic, eyes wide. Then she seemed to shrink in on herself. In a small voice, she muttered, “don’t leave me, please.”

He settled back on the bed, and she curled closer to him. “Okay, I’ll stay here. Besides, I’m sure Marthe is already putting a tray together for you.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before there was a knock on the door. Then Marthe was pushing into the room, a steaming mug and an array of fruits, vegetables, and nuts on a bed tray. Gallowglass helped Lyra sit up as Marthe put the tray across her legs. Then, shocking Gallowglass, Marthe kissed the top of Lyra’s head before retreating from the room.

The room fell to silence outside of the sounds of Lyra eating and drinking. Gallowglass was lost in thought, trying to figure out where to start with the concept of mating.

“Lyra…do you know what…what the word ‘mating’ means?” he finally asked. Might as well start there.

“Do you mean the act of mating between two animals to produce offspring?” she asked as she nibbled an apple slice.

If Gallowglass could blush, he would. “Not…exactly. See, in the vampire world, mating is a biological…thing. It’s a bonding, um, thing that vampires have with each other. And sometimes, with other creatures.”

Lyra finished her apple slice, chewing slowly while she thought and swallowing. “A bonding…thing? Like, two creatures bonding together?”

“Yes, exactly!” he said, glad she was following along. “For vampires, they take one mate, and they’re mated for life. Marcus and Phoebe are mated, for example.”

“So, they’ll be together for life?”

Gallowglass was nodding now, and excitement building up in him—along with nerves going haywire. This is what he’d been waiting for. “Yeah, they will be…. I bring this up because…I think you…and I…” his voice trailed off, his nerves and doubts taking over his mind. If she rejected him, if she said no—

“Are we mates, Eric?” she asked plainly. Her voice and face were neutral, unreadable—or maybe his head was so full of anxiety that he couldn’t look at her straight.

He finally looked away, unable to take those bright green eyes any longer. “Yes,” he muttered, lips barely moving, “yes, I think we are.”

Very gently, she cupped his cheek with her good hand. His beard tickled her palm; she didn’t try to move his head, just wanting the connection. “Good. Because I don’t think I could imagine my life without you, Eric.”

The words hung in the air for a beat before he looked up at her, her hand still on his cheek. “Really? Y—you understand that you’ll be stuck with me for life—”

“I do.” Lyra smiled, her warmth melting the cold shield he’d used to protect himself his whole life. “How do I become your mate? Or do we just say it?”

Gallowglass smiled, tempted to cry, to laugh, to scream his love for this woman next to him. “To initiate a mating, you have to kiss me with nothing but love for me.” Even saying the words out loud sounded like some sort of fairy tale, but a thought occurred to him. “Wait, do you know what a kiss is?”

Lyra rolled her eyes playfully, “of course, I know what a kiss is, Eric.” Then, she leaned in towards him.

Gallowglass had pictured kissing Lyra too many times to count; how soft her lips would be. In his mind, she’d part her lips in surprise at how he kissed her, and he’d be quick to push his tongue into her mouth. That’s when he’d slow down, take his time to memorize every inch he could. She’d figure it out by then and would roll her tongue with his, melting into his body as they kissed forever.

In the present, Gallowglass ducked his head down, helping Lyra to reach him, his eyes closed, and she pecked his lips, their lips touching for less than a nanosecond. He opened his eyes to find her smiling up at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Lyra asked, frowning. “Did I do it wrong?”

It took Gallowglass a moment to compose himself, shaking his head. “No, I’m laughing at myself, and my lack of foresight.” When she just tilted her head in confusion, he continued, “there’s more than one kind of kissing. What you did is called a ‘peck,’ and is normally reserved for your granny.”

Lyra’s eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with her good hand in surprise. “So, I did mess it up! Did I mess up the mating? Are we not mated anymore?”

“Hey, hey, calm down—ya didn’t mess anything up, I promise. How about we try again, but this time, I lead?”

“What if I mess it up, Eric?” she asked, big eyes looking ready to cry.

“You won’t, my sweet flùr. Just follow my lead; we’ll go slow.”

Lyra took a deep breath to help blink away her tears, then she waited for Gallowglass. He was giddy with nerves again, but this time, he was filled with excitement to kiss her. He moved in, tilting his head, and when Lyra started tilting the same way, he grinned before tilting her the other way.

Gallowglass had never been a slow, gentle lover. He knew what he liked, and he tended to seek out partners who wanted the same. “Restraint” wasn’t a term he attributed to himself, but he knew this had to be different; Lyra wasn’t anything like his previous lovers. And he loved that about her.

The moment their lips met, he had the urge to completely dominate the kiss, to push her down and make out with her until neither could draw breath. But he fought this primal side of himself, making sure his lips moved slowly against hers.

Lyra picked this up quick enough, and soon, they were kissing slow and passionately. Gently, he bit her bottom lip, and she let out a little gasp of surprise—the sound going straight to his cock. His tongue parted her lips, and he licked into her mouth, savoring her taste. She was sweet from the fruit she was eating, but also something that was distinctly her.

Slowly, Lyra pulled back, much too soon for Gallowglass’s liking, but he forced himself not to chase her lips. The sight before him, however, was almost his undoing; Lyra’s pupils were blown wide, her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen.

“O—oh,” she muttered softly, a small, shy smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

“You okay?” Gallowglass asked, his voice huskier than normal.

Lyra nodded. “Can we…can we kiss again?”

He grinned, pulling her back in for another slow, deep kiss. And as their lips melded together, they felt something in their very souls reaching out and tangling together.

#gallowglass x oc #gallowglass de clermont x oc #adow #adow fanfic #a discovery of witches fanfic #my writing #homegrown #adarafaelbarbabdaybingo

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teaenthusiast65 · 3 months

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A Discovery of Witches Fanfic

Gallowglass loved another witch; not Diana.

A witch that promised to return to him as a reincarnation of her previous self and all the power she posses.

But Gallowglass is tired of waiting and beseeches Diana to help him find her.

Little do they know however that the little witch with black blood may be able to help them; with time running out to find a cure for blood rage, the need to find her more than ever before.

But what happens when she finds them and has no recollection of her past life with Gallowglass?

New to this verse. Have not read the books but I love the show and of course, I love Gallowglass and wanted him to have a happier story then simply pining after Diana all the time. See as the show has been finished for a while now, I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested in a fic like this. Let me know.

#fanfiction #fanfic #adowtv #Gallowglass de Claremont #orginal character #a discovery of witches #alternate universe #a discovery of witches fan fiction #ADOW fanfic #ADOW fanfiction #a discovery of witches fanfic

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crossoversthatshouldntexist · 2 years

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If Matthew Clairmont met me: a witch, historian, and teacher in a prison.

Matthew: “, I’m too dangerous. I have killed people. We cannot break the covenant.”

Me: “Bro, I literally am in a room full of rapists and murderers everyday. I teach them math. I’m not really concerned.”

Matthew: “The congregation could have you killed. Or your family.”

Me: “Bet. I know gangs In the tri-state area.”

#a discovery of witches #adow #matthew clairmont #diana bishop #oc x Matthew clairmont #a discovery of witches fanfic #adowedit

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thescentofrainonstone · 7 months

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On Loki, Joss Whedon, Spike, and The Princess and the Frog (really, there's a connection)

Season 2 of Loki is out in 16 days and the video essay on the romanticisation of abuse I've been working on for two years and planned to time with its release doesn't even have a full script.

But also evolved to understand that all heroines that are supposed to be self-inserts, from indeed Loki fanfic to actually published ones (from twilight to a discovery of witches) tend to be thought up by white people, because non white people know that you can't have something "innate" you're appreciated about, because all we have innately the system uses against us so we have to *work* at having good things to offer to the world.

And that's why of all princesses, Tiana from the princess and the frog is the only one talking about work. It's not a metaphor, it's that we know.

And I just wish I had the energy to make a beautiful enlightening 80 minutes essay to ride the coattails of the Loki character that just happened to become the panties twister he did because of the great abuser that is Joss Whedon (you mewling quim) because that's what he's always done: create characters he hopes people hate (Spike) given to accidentally good actors that fuck his expectations over... and then you have stuff like the Hall H speech of 2013 and they make their own life...

So yeah, would be interesting wouldn't it?

#loki #loki fanart #avengers loki #tom hiddleston #a discovery of witches #adow #fanfic #loki audio #loki series #loki x reader #loki+asmr #the princess and the frog #princess tiana #video essay #joss whedon #spike btvs #buffy x spike #spuffy #hall h

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superspookyjanelle · 9 days

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OC AESTHETIC: Riversong Hargrove

❝ The wolf who wins is the wolf you feed. The evil wolf feeds on anger, guilt, sorrow, lies, and regret. The good wolf needs a diet of love and honesty, spiced up with big spoonfuls of compassion and faith. So if you want the good wolf to win, you're going to have to starve the other one. ❞

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

#riversong hargrove #a theory of everything #a discovery of witches oc #a discovery of witches fic #all souls fic #all souls oc #percy jackson fic #percy jackson oc #my oc stuff #ocappreciation #oc community #fanfic #edits #aesthetic #we stan #my babies #fanfic aesthetic #moodboard #werewolf aesthetic

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freyja-clermont · 6 months

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Links to my fanfictions (The Thief and Hitter, The Kings and Queens, and Daughter of De Clermont). Find them on Fanfiction.net, Ao3, Wattpad and Quotev!

#leverage #leverage fanfic #eliot x parker #eliot spencer #parker leverage #narnia fanfiction #suspian #discovery of witches #diana x matthew #diana bishop #matthew de clermont #matthew clairmont

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minim236 · 1 year

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Some fun fic writing updates from me (for anyone that cares lol)

- Finished my modern Edwina x Friederich fic, that's all up on

- Have plot outlines on three WIPs - A Benophie multi-chapter, A Marcus x Phoebe longform story (one shot but like super long! Back in my All Souls mindset ✨) and a Kanej ballerina au because I need it!

- Video edits, thinking of a morozova family one, just thinking of a song, so if people have any suggestions, would love that!

#blog updates #wip #minimmakes #bridgerton fic #adow fic #six of crows fanfic #bridgerton #a discovery of witches #all souls trilogy #shadow and bone #ulla morozova #baghra morozova #aleksander morozova #the bonesmith #editng and all that jazz

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tobyregbocharacterfanfiction · 1 year

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Cold Case.

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AND INFIDELITY. DRUNKENNESS. MURDER.

Over a century ago your husband died an agonizing death. Detectives still to this day are floored by the case which has since gone cold. Now with Jack's return and his apparent blood rage. The wheels in your mind start turning as to what truly could have happened. You sit in front of the fireplace going through everything in your mind. Jack walks into the room, you quickly glance at him before talking.

You: The last time I saw my husband, he beat me so bad I lost consciousness. When I woke up the sun had just gone down and he was gone...I assumed he was doing what he always did. Storm out, go to a pub, and talk to other women before bedding them. Except for this time, he didn't come home the next morning.

Jack: (nervously) What happened?

You: Two days later they found his body just outside of town, deep inside the woods. Lying in a pool of blood. His blood. The police detectives told me it looked like he had been savagely attacked by an animal.

Jack stays silent

You: But the thing is my husband died in the middle of winter. Bears were in hibernation and mountain lions don't live in the area of the woods he was found in. And there were no gun or knife wounds on him. They never did figure out what killed him. His case quickly went cold. Now I wonder if it was a vampire that killed him. One with blood rage.

Jack: You think I killed him?

You: Did you?.... I'm not angry Jack, I just want to know the truth.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

Jack: I saw you with him several different times walking down the street.

The way you looked. The way you were around him. I knew something was wrong. One day I followed you home and I saw him slap you across the face before you even walked through the front door. I should have killed him then and there, but I knew I had to wait. That last night I followed him to a pub and then to a woman's house in the country. I waited outside and when he walked out that's when I...afterward I dragged his body into the woods as far as I could go and I left him there.

You: Was Benjamin with you?

Jack: No.

You: And the woman he was with?

Jack: I didn't harm her. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die.

You're tempted to ask why, but in your heart, you already know. You get up from where you're sitting and put your arms around him. He returns the gesture.

You: (softly) Thank You.

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starryeyes2000 · 1 year

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Weekly Digest: 1/22/2023

Fic Posts/Updates for the previous week and a few extras. Hope all have a great week!

The Road Back: Chapter 31 (On A Knife's Edge) * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Blast from the Past: Mudd, Harry Mudd 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

This is so inspiring me to finish the next Chapter of Aeres * Eomer x OFC (Seren) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN. (thanks @moonskip21)

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Other Recommendations:

Blog: Check out @karimac! Their blog is like a warm, cozy blanket on a cold day. Excellent MCU fics and 'old school mom' virtual hugs.

Fics: Taking the Tremaculum * @late-to-the-fandom (World of Warcraft) * Teen 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟 Prince Renathal struggles to come to terms with his time in the Maw and his relationship with his Maw Walker during the Venthyr's covenant assault on the Tremaculum.

A Kiss from a Rose * @darknightfrombeyond (Discovery of Witches) * Teen 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟Simone dreamed of him. As a child. Her vampire prince, her secret, and in those dreams she could almost see him. Could almost hear his voice . . . the whisper of something half-remembered. Calling her to find him. Not until college does Simone begin to write, to draft what would become her bestselling 'Infinite Regress' series of books. To purge those visions, to sooth the ache from her soul, unaware that her books too closely reflect the life of one very real Baldwin Montclair.

Series: Peaky Blinders Fanfiction - Piccola Rossa * @foxesandmagic * Mature 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟After the War, no one was quite the same. Even those that had stayed at home felt the strain of the fighting, the strain of warfare on civilians. People deal with change, and horrors, in different ways. For Luce, she left it all behind; for Stan, he tried to help his brothers in different ways without getting sucked into their world; and for Hal, he found himself looking for some kind of action. But what will Birmingham hold for the three of them, and how will they fit into the plans of Tommy Shelby, if at all?

Taglst: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap @darsynia

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necarion · 1 year

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I like romance novels. I like serious/comedy/action stories with romance in them. I have a very hard time with stories that are “something very dangerous is happening and we are all in a lot of trouble, so let’s have a will-they/won’t-they plot that consumes the plot and constantly gets in the way of the plot.”

#a discovery of witches #started off so promising #and then got utterly derailed #by ponderously slow twilight fanfic

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iwritecharacterstories · 2 years

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#a discovery of witches #aethelred #francis valois #imagine #jack blackfriars #reign #the last kingdom #toby regbo #reign cw #francis #imagines #oneshot #drabbles #fanfiction #fanfic

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plaidbooks · 1 year

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Homegrown chapter 9

A/N: Hey y’all! So, this chapter mostly follows Gallowglass and his pov. Lyra will be more in the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy!

Tags: minor talks of injuries, some self-hatred from GG

Words: 1825

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @adowbaldwin

“Well?” Gallowglass asked, his arms crossed. He was leaning against the wall across from the door to Lyra’s room, eyes to the floor.

“Her left shoulder is broken, along with a few ribs and more bruised. She has a concussion and multiple cuts, but otherwise, she’s fine,” Marcus answered, closing Lyra’s door softly, letting her sleep. He’d have to wake her up soon to make sure the concussion didn’t worsen.

Gallowglass nodded, then turned to resume his pacing.

Marcus watched for a moment before tackling the elephant in the room. “Are you really not going to go see her?”

“No.”

“Why not? She needs you now more than ever,” Marcus reasoned.

“I can’t.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. “And why not? Too busy hating yourself?” Gallowglass stopped pacing and glared at his cousin, but Marcus simply scoffed, “I’ve seen it enough with Matthew.”

“I’m not hating myself—not like Matthew does. But I’m…fighting.”

“Fighting? Fighting what? You don’t have bloodrage.”

Gallowglass looked away. “I know that. But…seeing his mark on her, when she’s my mate…. My instinct is pushing me to…exert my dominance, to mark my mate as mine. But that would only hurt and confuse her more. I can’t do that to her, Marcus.”

Marcus thought about this—he imagined what he’d do and feel if Phoebe had been bitten by an enemy vampire. Even thinking about it had him clenching his fists, grinding his jaw.

Even so…. “You can’t just abandon her, not now.”

Gallowglass had no response to that, and he resumed his pacing. Marcus just sighed, then went to grab a glass of water for his new patient.

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The first thing Lyra noticed was the pain throughout her body. Whenever she felt like one part hurt the most, another would throb, and she’d wince.

The second thing she noticed was a vampire’s gaze on her face. Fear rushed through her as she thought of Liam watching her sleep. But when her eyelids fluttered open, she found Marcus sitting by her bed.

“It’s just me, Lyra,” he said, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in her scent of fear. “Here, drink this.” He handed her a glass of water, and she took it with a shaky hand. It was then that she noticed her left arm in a sling. Marcus saw her confusion and fought the urge to sigh—he wasn’t as used to her ignorance as Gallowglass was.

“Your shoulder is broken—it’ll be in that sling for quite a while.” His expression softened, as did his voice, “you’re pretty beaten up, so just take a few days to rest, yeah?”

Marcus took the glass from her after she drank her fill, and she cleared her aching throat. “Where’s Eric?” she asked, voice raspy.

“He’s…busy. Family business. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Lyra nodded, but the motion hurt her head, and she closed her eyes against the nausea. A tear escaped down her cheek, then another. She missed Gallowglass, needed his calmness to be there with her, to help explain what the hell happened.

“You should rest some more,” Marcus said. “I’ll wake you in a bit to make sure you’re doing okay. And if the pain is too much, I can get you some morphine—it’s a drug that—”

“No!” Lyra objected, eyes flying open. “No drugs, please.”

Marcus’s eyes scanned her face before he agreed, “no drugs, then.”

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Gallowglass stood next to Lyra’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her chest. She’d been home for a few days now, and the bruises on her face and body were finally starting to fade. Unbidden, his eyes would trail to the bandage on her neck. Being a vampire bite, it should’ve already healed by now, but Gallowglass knew Marcus had it covered for his benefit.

He still couldn’t bring himself to see Lyra when she was awake. As much as he reassured Marcus that he was having trouble with the bite, that was only a partial truth. The full truth was exactly what Marcus thought it was—he hated himself. It was his fault Lyra had been taken, he just knew it. And then add on that he hadn’t been there to protect her.

Which is why he decided to make his lie the truth. Lyra believed that he was gone on family business, and so, he would leave, asking Baldwin for something to do. That is, if his uncle decided to speak to him again. Gallowglass could still feel where Baldwin had struck him, even if it had healed.

“You killed the only lead we had!” Baldwin had yelled once Lyra was home safely. Then, his uncle had left, heading back to the Congregation.

Lyra’s blood pressure rose slightly, and Gallowglass was snapped back to the present. He watched her face scrunch up, and he knew she was having a nightmare. An urge swept through him, and he took a step towards her, hand outstretched. He wanted to wake her, to save her from her fears, but he stopped himself. With a sigh, he headed for her door.

If he couldn’t save her from another vampire, then he wouldn’t save her from anything, ever.

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The sun was starting to rise when Gallowglass made it to his motorcycle. He was done with this place, with France in general. Every time he was here, it just hurt more. The spirit of Hugh refused to leave him alone, but at least with Lyra, it was bearable.

Lyra…. No, he wasn’t going to think about her nestled in her bed, crying for him. He knew she did, could hear her sobs as he sat in the hallway, just out of sight. He had heard her ask Marcus with every visit when he’d be back.

Today, though, she finally asked, “is Eric mad at me?” It broke his heart to think that she believed his anger rested upon her. So, he’d leave her behind, forever. Let her think of him what she will—hell, it’d be better if she hated him. Even if the thought made his eyes burn.

“So, when do I get to meet my daughter-in-law?” a familiar voice asked from the shadows.

It wasn’t often that someone could sneak up on Gallowglass, but his papai had his ways. Still, Gallowglass was trained to not show his emotions, and he didn’t let his shock show.

“Never,” he replied, not turning from his motorcycle.

Fernando stepped towards him, melding out from the shadows to stand by him. “And here I thought I’d regal her with tales of your adolescence.” He smiled, but Gallowglass knew he wasn’t stupid; he could see what his son was doing.

“I’m leaving, papai,” Gallowglass said, throwing a leg over the motorcycle.

“No, you’re running. Something I find you doing more and more,” Fernando replied, his eyes sad. “I thought you were the muscle of the family. The one people didn’t mess with. Not the one to turn tail when it gets too hard—”

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Gallowglass growled. The past few days, he’s kept his emotions in check, but now that he was having his insecurities shoved in his face, his blood was boiling. “She deserves better than me, someone who won’t get her killed!”

Fernando simply shook his head, his calming demeanor infuriating. “So, is that it? She’s too weak for you?”

“I never said she’s weak! She’s pure, innocent, and she doesn’t need a monster like me to drag her into hell!”

“You’re afraid of bringing her into your world,” Fernando said with understanding.

“Finally, ya get it!” Gallowglass yelled, gesturing with an arm. But Fernando wasn’t done.

“And you’re afraid to join her world.”

He glared at his papai. “What the hell does that mean?!”

“I know you, William—you think through multiple possibilities. It’s how you’ve stayed alive so long,” Fernando said. “Sure, you’re afraid that staying here with Lyra will put her in danger—and you were proven right with her abduction. But you also could take her back home and stay with her in an unnamed cottage, in an unnamed forest.”

Gallowglass let these words sink in, shaking his head slightly, but Fernando continued, “this, of course, would mean that you’d have to settle down. But you’re a nomad, never stilling in one place long enough for anything. You’re afraid to let yourself feel happiness, peace, love. And joining Lyra in her world would mean leaving Gallowglass de Clermont behind, and becoming Eric, which is uncharted territory for you.”

For one brilliant, beautiful moment, Gallowglass envisioned it; him and Lyra outside a small cottage, working in the garden. Her hair and smile are bright in the sun, her eyes full of love and adoration as she laughs at something he said.

A blood tear welled and dripped down his cheek. Fuck, he wanted that so, so badly. But then his insecurities came crashing back in. Could he live with her like that? What if one of his many enemies finds them? What if Baldwin or Marcus call him in through the Knights or family? And what if Lyra learned of his murderous and violent past? He never claimed to be a saint, but he was afraid of the terror she’d have—he got a glimpse of it in that hellhole he found her in, and it hurt so bad, like a dagger in his heart.

“You’re overthinking again,” Fernando said, bringing him back to the present, straddling his motorcycle.

“Too much could go wrong,” Gallowglass replied, shaking his head.

Fernando moved in front of his motorcycle, stopping him from leaving. “Do you think love is easy? Like it’s not a commitment you have to work on daily? No one ever said having a mate was easy! But the point is that you have each other through the downs and celebrate during the ups! For fuck’s sake, William, get your head out of your ass and take advantage of the gift the Gods have given you!”

Gallowglass blinked as if his papai had hit him. All the fight drained out of him, and he was a boy looking at his father once more.

“I’m scared, papai,” he muttered, voice wavering. He slumped forward, wishing that he could cry like a human.

Fernando stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Gallowglass’s broad shoulders and holding him close. “Love is scary, William, but so, so worth it. Trust me, having a mate will change your whole life for the better.”

They stood in an embrace while the sun rose above the hills. The birds started chirping, and the day started anew. With the warmth of the morning sun, a resolve settled on his shoulders.

Finally, when Gallowglass composed himself, he muttered, “ready to meet her?”

Fernando’s face broke into a wide smile, “of course!”

“She’s not your daughter-in-law yet, so don’t call her that, okay?”

Fernando laughed, making Gallowglass chuckle. Then, he led his papai into the chateau.

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year

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Guess who's coming?

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iheartwritingfanfiction · 1 year

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A Noble Arrangement. Chapter Two.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF Rape Drug.

The next day. Playing chess with Mary.

You didn't sleep at all the previous night,

And spend most of the day trying stay busy while you wait for Bash to come find you. You're wearing your most modest white dress as not to alert anyone in the castle about your plans with Francis.

You make your move.

Mary: Your losing your touch.

Mary makes her move.

You: Not quite.

You make another move.

You: Checkmate. My queen beats yours.

Suddenly Bash is beside you.

Mary: Hello Bash.

You: Hi Bash.

Bash: Ladies. Y/N? Nostradamus has the Indian ginseng you wanted.

You: Oh. I almost forgot. Is he still in the infirmary?

Bash: Yes.

You: I'm going to go see if I can get it.

Bash: Mind if I join you?

You: Not at all. Excuse us Mary.

Mary: Of course.

Your heart is pounding with every step.

Bash: You're a good liar..

You: Almost as good as you... By the way what's Indian ginseng?

Bash: It's a mixture of herbs used for sleep problems and stress. It's often mixed with poppy.

You quickly understand.

Bash: I've never used it and never will, but unfortunately I see it used a lot.

You: I'm sorry.

Bash: Don't be. You asked an honest question. I gave you an honest answer. Like you deserve.

You: Thank You.

Bash: Onto a lighter subject. You should know Francis and I were successful with the pope. He agreed to marry the two of you.

You: Really, but why did it take so long? It's almost dark.

Bash: To get your marriage documents in order.

You finally reach the door to the infirmary. You stand there, frozen, forcing yourself to take deep breaths. You feel your hand grasp the knob, slowly turning it.

You: (softly) Here we go.

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thescentofrainonstone · 8 months

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Why is it always about Him?

So either you got a crush on a character someone created or on the old style of Stephenie Meyer and even more recently Deborah Harkness, you write fiction to self insert yourself.

50 shades of grey was born as Twilight fanfic and its main audience was... Mums on their 30s , 40s and over.

Why? Simplistically for the same reason I reckon Stephenie Meyer wrote twilight at all: to escape somehow the frustration of living within the very strict confines of housewifeship, with a husband and 3 boys, in a Mormon contest. I mean who wouldn't lock themselves away to dream about someone powerful and wealthy to whisk them up and save them from that kind of life? I get it.

But why in every story that wants *HIM* to notice either the empty vessel protagonist in which you can pour yourself ( hello Mary Sue) or actually *you* given all the fanfic X reader or OC that really is potential reader, the point remains to describe... Him?

I mean, self insert right? Deborah Harkness with A Discovery of Witches is very blatant about it and I actually resent we didn't get a curvy Diana cast in the TV show. Even when the point is that she is writing herself as Diana to be the chosen one... She spends pages and pages going into minute detail about the "He", in this case Matthew, but you'd think she'd spend just as much if not more over Diana because... Well... This entire thing exists to elevate her, no? This entire thing you write exists to make *you* feel special and chosen... And even if it has to be left as generic enough for people to pour themselves into the aforementioned vessel... Why does it seem every Bella, every Diana, every Suki, every Elena... Don't get the treatment their male counterparts do? If Stephenie Meyer locked herself out of her entire cast ensemble's minds because she wrote from Bella's point of view, Deborah Harkness isn't shy about changing depending on the chapter, from the *I*s of Diana to the Third Singular Person who accidentally can also let transpire other character's thoughts. Cool, I'll take it.

Yet why do we have almost 4 pages of drooling over the first time we see Matthew and yet, special as we want to feel as Diana, nothing of the sort is given? Not really.

Same with Loki fanfictions of every flavour, shape, size.

Why do we want to be special but cannot spell out why and casually, all these characters are just innately special, no merit or work recognised?

And then it hit me: most of these stories are written by white, relatively comfortable, bored women. The main target audience for patriarchy objectification, who have basically been told from birth their value is intrinsically connected to their existence (read beauty) and unquestionable because the standard of culture aka Whiteness.

Put othering markers on them (fatness is the first that can be so quickly connected to its racist roots) and the frustration of not getting the Prince from Beauty and the Beast after they have done all culture told them they should (usually husband and children, with luck a degree that gets put second to the first 2) leaves them with this energy that has basically created fandoms, but still unable to vocalise why they are special other than existing (because whiteness as an idea born in the 1600s was supposed to become the birth lottery ticket where by doing nothing but being born white you were better than who was not).

And so we spend pages over pages getting flushed over the minutiae of male characters or even other female characters but not themselves, and the amazing reason why they will be chosen and loved will be intrinsic, something they had from birth and could not chose, let alone work for: for Diana is the magic, for Bella the blood who sings exactly Edward's tune, for Suki the blood as well but at least we try to go the fairy explanation, for Elena she's literally a doppleganget of Catherine.

Why has it never occurred to any of them to spend that time in the brain of their male character singing the praises of not only who they are but who they have become and grown to be?

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