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Alina Driscoll and Chizoba 'Chizzy' Duncan; Alina and Chizzy; Alina and Chizzy; Montgomery 'Monty' Sanderson and Chizzy; Monty and Chizzy.
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What would happen if their mate died/was killed:
Not including Ysabeau, Miriam and Fernando as they’ve already lost their mate ❤️ but I’m including ocs for Baldwin, Gallowglass and Hancock 🥰
Matthew: He would let the world burn to find whoever killed Diana. And he’d make it hurt, getting his revenge. There’s nowhere her killer can hide. Even if the death was accidental. Matthew wouldn’t care, all he’d care about would be to find and end the person, his blood rage taking over his entire mind, fogging any sort of consciousness or better judgement. And at the end he might want to join her.
Diana: If Matthew was killed, you’d better pray you can fight Diana. Seeing what she did to Benjamin, she wouldn’t spare you, whether or not she’ll make it hurt depends though. You might get lucky and she’ll just kill you, like with Benjamin—or she’ll drag it out.
Baldwin: There’s no place on heaven or earth in which you’ll be saved. This man is skilled in killing, and in strategizing said killing. He will kill first and grieve second.
Nora (oc): If you wonder how Philippe suffered, you should stay away from Baldwin as long as Nora is in his life. Should he die, you’d wish your own end would come swiftly. She will make it hurt, but wouldn’t kill you, just break you, bit by bit, until there’s nothing left.
Delphie (oc): She will call on Zeus, Hades and any God or Goddess who would listen, begging for Baldwin to be returned. When that doesn’t work, she’ll want revenge. And it will be painful for the ones at fault. At the end they would want it to just be over with.
Minerva (oc): She’s lost a husband before. But loosing Baldwin might be what actually kills her. She wouldn’t be able to go through the loss again. Whether it was back in their own time, or during present times, she would follow him into death without a second thought.
Gallowglass: This man might be a big teddy bear, but should you cross him, you’d better be good at hiding. And if you kill his mate — Oh BOI! This man never really gets mad, but he will quickly let his anger take control, and kill you in an instant, no hesitation.
Lyra (Julie’s oc): She wouldn’t be able to process it, the grief hitting her harder than either of her parent’s death (might have to do with her parents death being self-inflicted, even if they were accidental). If Gallowglass gets killed, she would never recover, bringing the grief with her to the grave. No flowers will ever grow again from her magic, depending on her strength, she might even stop practicing magic all together.
Catriona (oc): She would be inconsolable, turning to her dad and Fernando for support and guidance, unsure what to do, wishing she could get him back. She’ll hit the depressed part of grief pretty fast, and has to get help doing the most basic things.
Marcus: Our token healer would switch to a cold blooded killer should his mate get killed. He definitely protects those he loves, to the very end. Don’t cross him. He knows ways to kill and make it look like an accident, a suicide or in some cases, the body will never be found, just a note stating said person had run away to be with someone.
Phoebe: If it’s human!Phoebe, she’d bargain, trying to sacrifice herself so he could live. If it’s vampire!Phoebe, specifically newly turned Phoebe, you should be careful, she’ll drain you before you can stop to think.
Hancock: Like Gallowglass, Davy is a gentle giant, but cross him and it would be the last thing you do. If you kill his mate he’ll let you bleed, feeding, stopping, feeding again, to drag it out until you die from blood loss.
Annie (kinda oc): She’ll go through all five stages of grief. Not sure what to do to change the outcome. She wants justice, sure, but doesn’t think it’s right to sink to the killer’s level by killing them. Someone else would probably do the killing in her honor.
Valeria (oc): She’s not nicknamed the Bloody Mary of Barbados for no reason. Wrong her and you’ll be dead within hours, and that’s a promise. You think her maker was bad, Val learnt from the worst, watching the ways Louisa made others suffer. She’ll make it painful, and dragged out.
Patience (kinda oc): Patience definitely does not live up to her name. If you cross her she will not be patience with you. She’ll have your head and/or blood before you have a second to think. She might not have blood rage, but she does have some underlying anger issues that would have come both from her father’s years of abuse while they was human, and from watching her family suffer after Matthew and Juliette killed most of her nieces and nephews. Kill her mate, and you’ll be 6ft below in no time.
Ransome: This man might look calm, and scarily so. He’s already lost so much from his grandfather and Juliette paying New Orleans a visit. So should you take out his mate/life partner, you better write your will and get your affairs in order, because judgement day is close.
Jaqueline (kinda oc): She’s a kind, soft spirit. That being said, she’s got a unique gift only a limited amount of vampires have, that and a very close friendship to some of the strongest witches and vampires in New Orleans. Jackie might not be the one to kill the ones who killed her mate, but if you cross her, you’d wish she was the one delivering the blow.
Benoit (Julie’s oc): Ben is very much his father’s son. Born, raised and reborn a soldier, he’s a skilled fighter and killer. Should you have the misfortune of killing his mate, you might find yourself in an old, abandoned castle real fast, with some medieval torture methods waiting for you. Like Baldwin, Benoit will kill you first and then grieve second, heck, even join her in death if he can.
Amelia (Julie’s oc): Amelia has a heart of gold, she would never hurt anyone. She’d go through the five stages of grief, but instead of acceptance, she’d join her mate in the afterlife, knowing without him there’s no sense in going on with life. He’s her whole world, and as she can’t avenge his death, she’ll join him instead. That being said though, if she looses her mate you better run—Miyako is not as forgiving as her sister-in-law.
Verin: It’s inevitable that he will die. Ernst isn’t exactly getting younger. But should his death be unexpected, or rushed…if Ernst is robbed of his end, Verin will tear the person who did it into pieces.
Ernst: He thinks the world of his never aging wife. Should she meet the end, especially in his old age, he wouldn’t be far behind in joining her. The grief would be too hard on his heart, after all he’s loved her for years.
Pierre: His heart would simply break, shattering into a milion pieces. In simple terms, his life would be over, he’d leave Sept Tours, and the de Clermont family, unsure of what to do with himself. Pierre loves with his entire being. He thinks the world of his mate, and without her, to him life has no more meaning. He wouldn’t get revenge though, that would be all Gallowglass and Jack’s doing. His «sons» would do it for him knowing he wouldn’t hurt anyone (unless for feeding) because it’s not what his wife would’ve wanted.
Hyacinth (oc): Being a somewhat «public» figure, Hyacinth know’s she can’t kill his killer, not that she would’ve know how to. She would lock herself away, grieving until she had no more tears to spill, and then she would just lay there, wasting away until she can be with her love again. Like with Pierre, someone else would get revenge for her, but would make sure it wouldn’t come back to hurt her or her family’s reputation. It would either be Jack and Gallowglass or Matthew, heck even Francoise, the older woman adores Hyacinth.
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A Matter of Blood
OC Halloween Challenge 2023
Day Three: Born In The Wrong Century
Movies depend on a lot of things, but time and place helps create the ominous feel for it. Like Crimson Peak that belongs to the revival gothic period of 1880s or Jason Voorhees waking up on a spaceship in the year of 2455, give your character(s) a new decade to explore and even monsters to face.
Surrounded by vampires who have lived through so many different times, there’s not really a time that Chizzy, Alina and Monty would want to go back to themselves – and because of Diana, the adventure would be fully possible if they so wished. That being said, even going back to the roaring 20s would show differences for them.
Chizzy would still be living in America, hearing stories of the War in Europe and part of her wondering if they couldn’t do something to help with it all, but also stress baking an awful lot. She’d never cross paths with Monty and Alina, so there’d be nobody to rein in her anxieties as much as the former does.
Alina would probably cross paths with Marcus when sneaking in to help with a fight that she has no right to be a part of. Her stubbornness, and his realisation of it, would probably be the only thing that stops him from dragging her away from the battlefield because it would only cause more problems for people. His concern for her would be obvious to the likes of Sooty, but still it is something she wouldn’t notice.
Monty would be in battle beside them, gently teasing his best friend about the woman he is now looking out for, along with trying to keep the secret of Creatures. Monty would also probably get into a lot of trouble for flirting and telling too many jokes when they need to be serious.
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Welcome to Letters2fiction!
The concept here is to send in a question or a letter request, and you’ll get a response from your fictional character of choice, from the list below. Please stick to the list I’ve made, but of course, you can ask if there’s some other characters I write for, I don’t always remember all the shows, movies or books I’ve consumed over the years and I’m sure I’m missing a lot 😅
Status: New Characters added - Thursday March 21st, 2024
TV SERIES
A Discovery of Witches:
Matthew Clairmont
Baldwin Montclair
Gallowglass de Clermont
Marcus Whitmore
Philippe de Clermont
Jack Blackfriars
Sarah Bishop
Emily Mather
Diana Bishop
Ysabeau de Clermont
Miriam Shepard
Phoebe Taylor
Gerbert D’Aurillac
Peter Knox
Father Andrew Hubbard
Benjamin Fuchs
Satu Järvinen
Meridiana
Law and Order:
Rafael Barba
Sonny Carisi
Joe Velasco
Mike Duarte
Terry Bruno
Peter Stone
Hasim Khaldun
Nick Amaro NEW!
Mike Dodds
Grace Muncy
Kat Tamin
Toni Churlish
Amanda Rollins
Olivia Benson
Rita Calhoun
Casey Novak
Melinda Warner
George Huang
Sam Maroun
Nolan Price
Jamie Whelan
Bobby Reyes
Jet Slootmaekers
Ayanna Bell
Jack McCoy
Elliot Stabler
One Chicago:
Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)
Antonio Dawson
Adam Ruzek
Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz
Dante Torres
Vanessa Rojas
Kevin Atwater
Sean Roman
Matt Casey
Kelly Severide
Joe Cruz
Sylvie Brett
Blake Gallo
Christopher Hermann
"Mouch"
Otis
Violet Mikami
Evan Hawkins
Mayans MC:
Angel Reyes
Miguel
Bishop
Coco
Nestor
911 verse:
Athena Grant
Bobby Nash
Henrietta "Hen" Wilson
Evan "Buck" Buckley
Eddie Diaz
Howie "Chimney" Han
Ravi Panikkar
T.K. Strand
Owen Strand
Carlos Reyes
Marjan Marwani
Paul Strickland
Tommy Vega
Judson "Judd" Ryder
Grace Ryder
Nancy Gillian
Mateo Chavez
The Rookie:
Lucy Chen
Tim Bradford
Celina Juarez
Aaron Thorsen
Nyla Harper
Angela Lopez
Wesley Evers
BBC Sherlock:
Greg Lestrade
Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Moriarty
Molly
Bridgerton:
Anthony Bridgerton
Benedict Bridgerton
Simon Basset
Daphne Bridgerton
Eloise Bridgerton
Kate Sharma
Edwina Sharma
Marina Thompson/Crane
Outlander:
Jamie Fraser
Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser
Frank Randall
Black Jack Randall
Brianna Fraser
Roger MacKenzie
Fergus Fraser
Marsali Fraser
Jenny Fraser Murray
Ian Murray Sr.
Ian Fraser Murray
Murtagh Mackenzie
Call The Midwife:
Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette
Dr. Patrick Turner
Nurse Trixie Franklin
Nurse Phyllis Crane
Lucille Anderson
Nurse Barbara Gilbert
Chummy
Sister Hilda
Miss Higgins
PC Peter Noakes
Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!
Narcos:
Horacio Carrillo
Peaky Blinders:
Tommy Shelby
Downton Abbey:
Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Edith Crawley
Lady Sybil Crawley
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
Isobel Crawley
Matthew Crawley
Lady Rose MacClare
Lady Rosamund Painswick
Henry Talbot
Tom Branson
Mr. Charles Carson
Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson
John Bates
Anna Bates
Daisy Mason
Thomas Barrow
Joseph Molesley
Land Girl:
Connie Carter
Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)
Midsomer Murder:
DCI Tom Barnaby
Joyce Barnaby
Dr. George Bullard
DCI John Barnaby
Sarah Barnaby
DS Ben Jones
DS Jamie Winter
Sgt. Gavin Troy
Fleur Perkins
WPC Gail Stephens
Kate Wilding
DS Charlie Nelson
Sergeant Dan Scott
NEW! Once Upon A Time
Regina / The Evil Queen
Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White
David Nolan / Prince Charming
Emma Swan
Killian Jones / Captain Hook
Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin
Neal Cassidy / Baelfire
Peter Pan
Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman
Jefferson / The Mad Hatter
Belle
Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood
Will Scarlet
Zelena / Wicked Witch
Alice (Once in Wonderland)
Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)
Jafar (Once in Wonderland)
Gideon
Tiger Lily
Naveen
Tiana
Granny
Ariel
Prince Eric
Aladdin
Jasmine
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Hercules
Megara
Tinker Bell
Merida
Red Riding Hood
Mulan
Aurora / Sleeping Beauty
Prince Phillip
Cinderella
Prince Thomas
NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Caroline Forbes
Elena Gilbert
Bonnie Bennett
Enzo St. John
Niklaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Rebekah Mikaelson
Freya Mikaelson
Finn Mikaelson
Mikael
Esther
Marcel Gerard
Davina Claire
MOVIES
The Pirates of the Caribbean:
Captain Jack Sparrow
Barbossa
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swann
James Norrington
Kingsman:
Merlin
Harry Hart
Eggsy Unwin
James Spencer / Lancelot
Alastair / Percival
Roxy Morton / Lancelot
Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd
Orlando Oxford
Jack Daniels / Whiskey
Gin
BOOKS
Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:
Declan
Callahan
Rowan
Iris
Alana
Zahra
Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:
Noah
Liam
Jax
Santiago
Maya
Sophie
Elena
Chloe
Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:
Olive
Adam
Bee
Levi
Elsie
Jack
Mara
Liam
Sadie
Erik
Hannah
Ian
Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:
Xaden Riorson
Dain Aetos
Jack Barlowe
Rhiannan Matthias
Violet Sorrengail
Mira Sorrengail
Lillith Sorrengail
Bodhi Durran
Liam Mairi
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✨So far the Only Witchy thing I've made in October ✨
I didn’t know how this piece was going to end because it started as something completely different. I think I’ve been influenced a little bit by my rewatch of “A discovery of Witches” and “My lady Jane”, but now that I write about it, I think is fair to say that "Which Witch" by Florence + The Machine is the song I listen in loop while making this, so in a way the song heavily incluenced the end result.
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FOR WANT OF A NAIL
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Part Sixty-Three
Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century
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The man offered no resistance as he was dragged from his horse and paraded through the streets. He'd timed it all perfectly; enough people around to whip up a violent mob, but not quite enough to tear him to pieces.
Château de Beaune loomed large ahead of them. The fields to the left of the castle were still there, blooming green vines with tiny white flowers looped along wooden stakes spiked through the field. The château was imposing and striking as ever, Martin's banner of blue and gold flying high above the buttresses.
But beside the château, to the right...Louis de Clermont felt his breath catch in his throat.
In the centuries to come they would call it a miracle. Two hundred and sixty-two meters squared, carved from striking local limestone in the Demer Gothic style, the cathedral-like mausoleum housing Yvette Bouchard's remains had taken two years to complete, three years ahead of the quickest-built churches in Europe. It had been an almost round-the-clock family effort, and Louis admired their commitment.
Louis let himself be carried into the castle and thrown onto his knees before Martin. He kept his head low, hands cupped in his lap, while the men around him bobbed into bows and kept their makeshift weapons trained on him.
'He requested an audience with Sieur' the man was a baker but he'd found a billhook from somewhere and was holding it firmly under Louis' chin. Louis tried not to sneeze from the flour clinging to the man's apron.
'I did not give your family permission to come here.' Martin growled. The men around them stood firm and Louis tried to look smaller, even more helpless and pathetic.
'The vampires' are Louis Mettler and Jürgen Wolf' Louis annunciated.
Martin froze. So did the men.
'And how in hell-' Martin looked torn between the thought of killing Louis on the spot and hearing out his explanation in case he wasn't lying, '-do you know that?'
'News filters through the twilight underground,' Louis began, his flair for the dramatic wilting immediately under Martin's deathly gaze. 'My mistress was courted at the opera who claimed that his siblings were very important. When she asked what he meant, he explained what Mettler and Wolf had done.'
'Where can I find this man?'
'Buried with the Holy Innocents'' Louise shrunk back further in the face of Martin's furious dissapointment. 'He was found slain in his apartment some days later. My mistress is in hiding, in fear for her life.'
Martin held back a sigh, gesturing for the men to leave the room. They reluctantly did so, bowing as they went. Louis stayed on the ground until Martin waved him up to his feet.
'Useful and useless.' Martin stared at Louis, 'Thank you for the information. Now-'
His smile didn't reach his eyes.
'-how to reward you?'
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Louis' horse had been found wandering the wilds at the border of De Clermont land. Baldwin had heard about the bloody saddle bags, but neither he nor Philippe had looked inside. His father had ordered Pierre to burn them and Ysabeau had spread the ashes in the rose garden.
King John II had summoned them to the royal palace in Paris shortly after for ceasefire talks and Philippe had been surprised to hear that Martin had agreed to the king's request. Baldwin wasn't.
He didn't think Martin had had anything to do with Louis' untimely demise. The man was as unsubtle as a brick through a window; most likely he'd ridden over the borderline and been struck down by the first aggrieved peasant he bumped into who recognised their sigil.
Philippe should never have agreed to let him go. What was he thinking?!
Philippe had been thinking that wet-sop Louis would be just benign enough to get Martin to actually consider Philippe's proposal that Martin keep the ban on the family but let them send their workers and representatives north, passing through as quickly and quietly as possible.
A door opened and the negotiating delegation stepped through. Philippe was at the King's shoulder and he gave Baldwin a subtle wink that meant things were going well.
Baldwin nodded, forcing himself to focus on his father so that he didn't look over-
Goddamn
He looked to his right.
Martin's expression was as black as thunder since the king had his back to him and couldn't see. His hair caught the sunlight for a second from the high window and the angle caused a rainbow across his face.
He looked like an avenging angel, and the overwhelming urge to kiss him welled up inside Baldwin's chest.
Gods he's beautiful
He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't. But Baldwin was already on his feet and moving, skirting past the last of the king's advisors shepherding His Majesty out the furthest door while everyone else milled about deciding what to do for lunch.
If he would just hear him out. If he would just listen, Baldwin was sure he could make Martin understand that he'd just been taken aback by his words, that of course he'd help him, he'd always help him, he just hadn't expected to be told to choose and the moment got away from him...
But now, here he was, standing before him again. And Martin would call him Lucius and he'd correct him, and he would explain and apologise and everything would be alright.
'Baldwin.' Martin said curtly.
Baldwin's soul shattered and broke down to his boots.
Author's Notes
The size of the mausoleum should be about the width and length of a two-storey house, but with an elevated cathedral-like roof.
Cathedrals could take anywhere between five to ten years to finish, or more! But when a family of vampires is motivated enough, and has architecture expertise, anything is possible!
The Holy Innocents' Cemetary in Paris was used from the 18th century until 1780 when, due to "overuse", it closed, and in 1786 all final corpses were removed and reinterred in the famous Catacombs. It was named after the Biblical massacre of the innocents (King Herod vs Moses: This Will Surely End Well) and Place Joachim-de-Bellay covers the area where the cemetary once was.
King John II (the Good) was king of France from 1350 to his death in 1364. He created the franc!
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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. ❞
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✨ ~ New OC time ~ ✨
As I’m re-reading book three for the second time, and some things I’ve forgotten or missed, here comes little Ysabeau, as I’ve made an oc for a daughter for her 😅 feel free to send me requests to write for her over on @adarafaelbarba and I’ll happily create some things
FC: Bella Podaras
Name: Esther Lucretia Helene Magdalena de Clermont
Nickname: Luci
Age: appears to be early 30s.
Born: unknown
Living: Jerusalem and Lyon
Species: born daemon to a witch and a daemon. Vampire
Occupations: anthropologist and evolutionary scientist.
Family: Ysabeau de Clermont (v-mother)
Phillippe de Clermont (v-stepdad)
Hugh de Clermont (v-brother, deceased)
Baldwin de Clermont (v-brother)
Godfrey de Clermont (v-brother, deceased)
Matthew de Clermont (v-brother)
Diana Bishop de Clermont (sister-in-law)
Louis de Clermont (v-brother, deceased)
Louisa de Clermont (v-sister, deceased)
Stasia de Clermont (v-sister)
Freyja de Clermont (v-sister)
Verin de Clermont (v-sister)
Jack Blackfriar (adopted nephew/great grandnephew)
Marcus Whitmore (v-nephew)
Rebecca Bishop-Clairmont (niece)
Phillip Bishop-Clairmont (nephew)
Partner:
Loyalty: her mother and family in general.
History: Esther is the eldest daughter of Ysabeau de Clermont and older sister of Matthew, Louis and Louisa. Time of birth and rebirth is unknown although she appears to be in her early 30s. Like her brother, Matthew and sister, Louisa, Esther is inflicted with blood rage, but had centuries to control it and to this day she can’t remember the last time she had an episode.
In daily life she works as both an anthropologist as well as an evolutionary scientist. Splitting time between Jerusalem, Lyon and sometimes Sept Tours.
She is quite close with all of her family, and has a kind and calming presence about her. She’s known to be the person who resolves resolutions. But do not underestimate her, she can be deadly even when calm.
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A Discovery for Baldwin (Baldwin Montclair x OC)
Summary: After having her confidence shaken by meeting one of Baldwin's vampire exes, his current human lover tries to surprise him when he comes home one night. It doesn't quite go to plan.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Some slightly steamy sexual content
Word Count: 2.7k
Author's Notes:
This is a stand alone except taken from a larger WIP I'm working on. I just couldn't resist getting it out there.
OC is Miranda Reynolds, a 30ish-year-old human who works for London-based Montclair Wealth Management and is secretly involved with Baldwin Montclair.
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The harrowing encounter with Baldwin's ex Elena Villerreal and its fallout weighed heavily on my mind for several days, despite our best efforts to return to normal.
She had been beautiful. Of course.
Tall, lithe, stunningly gorgeous. Like a runway model. If that runway model happened to be immortal and possess enhanced otherworldly beauty.
I felt like an absolute frump by comparison.
I took care with my wardrobe and personal appearance. Living in London and working in finance required a certain standard of dress, and I was no stranger to Oxford Street. My closet was full of stylish, yet sensible workwear and gorgeous cocktail dresses for events.
But I was not built like a runway model. I could not have pulled off the sleek couture slip dress Elena Villarreal wore like it was made just for her. Which it probably was.
Elena Villarreal was also a vampire. Baldwin only fessed up to her being an ex-girlfriend from a few centuries ago - he did not elaborate on how long they were together. I had no clue how long vampires ‘dated’ or if that was even the correct term. It stood to reason they could have been together for years, decades, or even longer.
And that bothered me. What did two vampires get up to for all that time?
Baldwin was an exceptional lover. He knew what I liked almost better than I did, which was something I was not used to. My own past romances were short lived and the sex usually subpar. Even more subpar now that I had ‘out of this world’ to compare it to. Baldwin never hinted he was unhappy when it came to the bedroom, but I had my doubts.
How could I compete with centuries worth of nonhuman sexual experience?
Rattled and more than a little insecure, I felt the need to reassure myself that I held at least a little power in that arena.
That’s how I found myself in a lingerie store on Bond Street on my lunch break in the middle of the week. Baldwin was at meetings in Westminster all day, so he wouldn’t know I’d slipped out for lunch.
I walked past the everyday bras and knickers at the front of the shop to the back where the lingerie sets were displayed. As I cast my eyes over the headless mannequins wearing lacy negligees, satin garter belts, and all manner of intimidating strappy garments, I was more than a little overwhelmed. Sure, I had my share of matching bra and panty sets, but this was new territory. I’d never dressed up to seduce a man before. It did not help that said man was 2000 years old.
A shop assistant close to my age appeared at my side with a reassuring smile. Her name tag identified her as Natalie. She seemed to sense my apprehension.
“Can I help you?" Natalie asked. "Looking for anything in particular?”
I couldn’t back out now.
“Ah, yes,” I said slowly, ogling a sheer lace crotchless teddy with discomfort. “I want to find something to surprise my boyfriend.” The word ‘boyfriend’ sounded exceptionally juvenile when speaking of an ancient vampire. I wasn’t even sure if that was what our relationship was.
Natalie smiled more warmly. “Of course! What do you have in mind?”
The problem was I didn’t know exactly, and most of what was on display was not my taste at all. I bleakly wondered what Baldwin’s tastes were.
Bless her heart, Natalie the shop assistant took me under her wing. Without even trying anything on, we quickly eliminated everything I was uncomfortable with and narrowed down a style that I felt I could pull off without feeling ridiculous. Once I settled on a corset with matching high cut panty, Natalie went to work, bringing me arm loads of options.
Next was a matter of material and color choice, so we worked through the rack in order. I decided satin made me feel the most sexy, so the leather and mesh and velvet were taken away. Given my work wardrobe was mostly charcoal and black paired with darker colors, I decided a a rich jewel tone was what I wanted. A ruby red corset with black lacy trim had the desired effect, although I wondered if red was a little too on the nose when seducing a vampire.
Natalie recommended throwing in a black satin kimono robe to top it off, and I happily followed her advice. She was the expert after all.
When she rang it up, the total made me grimace. It was far more than I’d hoped to spend. But Baldwin had expensive tastes, and if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right.
“You’re going to give the man a heart attack when he sees you, doll,” Natalie reassured me, as I sighed and handed over my credit card. “You looked amazing. God, I wish I had your figure!”
I just smiled and murmured ‘thank you’ as I collected my bag. Baldwin may not be capable of a heart attack, but I certainly hoped he liked it.
***
After work, I hurried to Baldwin’s house in Mayfair. I usually spent at least one week night at his, as well as the whole weekend. He’d already texted to say he’d been held up at Westminster and wouldn’t be home until late. What my ancient vampire partner was doing at the seat of government was not something I questioned too closely. I had a feeling I may not like the answer, even if he would tell me.
Alain greeted me at the door before I even had a chance to knock. He told me Baldwin had already asked him to make me dinner since I’d be alone.
After dinner, I sequestered myself upstairs in the master bedroom, taking the time to meticulously shave my legs, underarms, and bikini area. I styled my hair in a loose, tousled tumble that I hoped looked sexy. I even touched up my makeup a bit, adding a red lip stain.
Finally, I wiggled my way into the satin corset and matching panties, making the necessary adjustments for the desired effect. Taking stock in the walk-in wardrobe’s full length mirror, I may not have been as effortlessly stunning as Elena Villarreal, but I had to admit the effect was better than I expected. With my breasts and hips accentuated by the corset and my high cut panties showing a tantalizing cheeky peek of my ass, I felt like enough of a goddess to seduce a vampire.
Now, it was time to wait.
I shrugged on the black satin robe and arranged myself on the bed with my toes tucked under the duvet, before checking my phone. It was already 9:00pm, but no new messages from Baldwin. I figured he’d text when he was on his way home.
After about 15 minutes, I stopped sitting and thinking sexy thoughts to myself and cracked open my book on the nightstand.
Thirty minutes later, I tucked the rest of me under the duvet to keep warm and continued reading, although I could feel my eyes growing heavy.
Fifteen minutes after that, I decided to just rest my eyes a little.
***
When I opened them again, the sky outside was already turning grey. I lifted my head - no sign of Baldwin anywhere. He would often just lay beside me or sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace until I woke up. The bedroom door was open just a crack, so he must have been in at some point.
I checked my phone. There was a text from him around midnight saying he was on his way. It was now 6:30am. The time I usually got up for work.
My head fell back on the pillow. All that effort and nerves for nothing.
I lifted my head again and said only slightly louder than necessary, “Baldwin?” I’d learned there was no need to yell in a vampire’s house. He would hear me even if I whispered.
Baldwin was there in a flash, easing himself down to sit on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face.
“You didn’t come home,” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he apologized, leaning over to give me a soft kiss. “I was held up. Bloody useless MPs.”
I sighed. “That’s okay.” I went to rub my eye but then realized I never removed my makeup the night before. I’d give myself one hell of a raccoon eye if I rubbed my mascara. I needed to get into the shower.
Baldwin moved my book from where it had spent the night on my pillow to the nightstand. “I see you used your time well,” he noted my progress on my book.
I just hummed and pushed at him to move. “I need to get ready for work,” I yawned, still groggy.
Baldwin stood up so I could throw the covers back. I kicked my legs to the floor and closed my eyes as I stretched my arms above my head and rose all the way up to my tip toes.
“What. Is. That?!” His deep voice was gruff and full of shock.
I bounced back down to my heels and opened my eyes to see Baldwin’s wide eyed gaze transfixed on my body.
Belatedly, I remembered what I was wearing. I flushed with embarrassment and hastily tried to pull the black satin robe closed. What seemed like a good idea under cover of darkness now felt utterly foolish in the brightening light of day.
“It was a surprise,” I mumbled, fumbling for the belt of the robe so I could tie it.
Baldwin’s hands shot out to still my efforts. He stepped forward and slowly peeled back the opening of the robe. I bit my lip and shifted self-consciously.
Unmasked desire spread across Baldwin’s features as he scrutinized what I was wearing. He slowly traced a finger from my shoulder down along the slim strap to the top of the corset, the barest ice cold touch skimming the boosted swell of my breast until he came to the center of the sweetheart neck line. I shivered.
With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanked me to him and captured my lips in a demanding kiss. His hands pawed at me under the robe, like he couldn’t make up his mind on where to touch first.
I hummed happily into his mouth, letting him mold my body to his. It was not a bad way to start the day.
Still, I could not let myself get carried away. When he broke his hold on my lips to begin trailing cool kisses along my jaw to my neck, I tilted my head to the side and reminded him, “Baldwin, I have to get ready for work.”
“No,” he grunted resolutely against my neck.
I speared a hand through his copper hair and pulled so he would lift his head to look at me. His pupils were more dilated than usual, completely blown and his expression bordered on feral. I schooled my features to be chastising. “If I don’t get to it, I’ll be late,” I said sternly.
His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to be late,” he declared in his most authoritative voice.
His large hands grasped my ass so he could toss me on the bed. I landed with a small surprised yelp. Then he all but pounced on me.
***
An hour later, Baldwin was spooned behind me, peppering light kisses along my shoulder. I was completely disheveled and a little sore, but basking in his affection.
“That thing was rather expensive, you know” I complained. The robe survived, but the corset and panties were now lying in shreds about the bedroom.
Baldwin nuzzled my neck. “I will give you an expense account so you can buy a new one,” he said. “And several more like it.”
I let out a small laugh at the idea. He could not be serious. “I had no idea you’d respond that way.”
“Had I known what waited for me, I would have set Parliament on fire to get here sooner,” he said with a nibble on my earlobe. “Next time, send a picture and I will come home immediately.”
I playfully smacked the steely arm wrapped snugly just below my breasts. “I will not send you sexy pictures.” As pleasant as his undivided attention was, responsibility called. I sighed, “I really do have to get ready for work now.”
Baldwin was preoccupied with licking along the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Sod work,” he said. It was a very un-Baldwin-like statement.
“Mr. Montclair,” I replied full of mock severity, “my supervisor may have something to say about my tardiness.”
I only called him 'Mr. Montclair' when I was teasing. We both knew it was an empty threat. My supervisor answered to one of the VPs, who answered to one Mr. Baldwin Montclair.
With a frustrated huff, Baldwin released me and leapt up to recover his trousers from a crumpled pile on the floor. Standing in all his naked glory, he fished his phone out of the pocket and made a call. “Terrance, Ms. Reynolds won’t be in today. Please relay that message and an appropriate excuse to Gibbs.”
Terrance was his executive assistant and Gibbs was the head of my team.
I gawked at him in disbelief as he casually threw the phone aside. In a very predatory manner, he began to crawl across the bed toward me. “I’m not done making up for last night’s negligence.”
“Baldwin!” I scolded. “That is sure to raise a few eyebrows!”
Baldwin tugged the sheet out of the way so he could cover my naked body with his. “Terrance will think of something discreet. Anyone with a problem can come to me.” He nuzzled my hair and inhaled deeply.
It was such a typical offhand ‘lord of the universe’ sort of answer. He forgot that I was still an underling trying to build a professional career, preferably without rumors of my sleeping with the boss. Even though Baldwin was back to kissing all the sweet spots on my neck, I was not going to let him off the hook that easily.
I shoved without success against his shoulders and began to protest, “But—”
“But we are spending the day in bed.” He silenced me by pressing his lips against mine with determination. It took a minute of coaxing before I let the tension slip away and returned his embrace more willingly.
Satisfied I was no longer going to resist, Baldwin began working his way down my body with a heady combination of kisses, licks, and gentle nips. He was tracing my bottom rib with his tongue as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, mon tresór. Forgive me for spoiling your surprise?”
I was not even genuinely mad at him, but if he wished to continue on his current course, I was not going to object. My fingers threaded through his already tousled hair and I stroked his shoulder. “Mmm, okay,” I sighed contentedly, fully relaxing. “Just keep going.”
Baldwin reached his destination, wedging his broad shoulders between my thighs and making a sound reminiscent of a tiger’s purr. His golden-brown eyes locked with my half-lidded ones as he firmly gripped my hips and lowered his mouth.
“Oh!” I jolted up at the long stroke of his tongue, everything sparking white hot inside me.
He held firm to keep me from bucking too hard and chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised in a throaty rumble.
***
The next morning at work, there were no comments on my absence the previous day. I had no idea what excuse Terrance gave, but I was glad not to be forced to ad lib.
I was part way through clearing my inbox when Baldwin’s admin Mariah stopped by to hand deliver a large brown interoffice envelope. Expecting a file full of markups, I was surprised when only a slim plain envelope slipped out.
I opened it to find a folded note inside. As I removed the piece of paper, a black credit card dropped to the desktop. My eyes went wide when I saw my name was embossed on it.
The accompanying note read:
Looking forward to more surprises. xB
***
End Note:
French Translation mon trésor = my treasure
#baldwin montclair#baldwin de clermont#baldwin montclair x oc#baldwin de clermont x oc#a discovery of witches#adow fic#adow#all souls series
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What if Gallowglass grew out his hair again--but longer, down his back--and he teaches Lyra how to do warrior braids?
Ooooo I want him to grow it back out! 😍
I feel though that Lyra might want to surprise him by learning it herself. Doing some searching in books, online, or talking to Diana, Ysabeau, and Miriam for inspiration.
Once the women of the family all know what she's planning, Freyja jumps in and just "You should have come to me first Lyra, these women, love to bits, don't know how to do propper warrior braids, especially not the ones from Gallowglass' time. I'll teach you."
The two bond over many nights practicing, while Gallowglass is none the wiser about his mates intentions.
#a discovery of witches#adow#deborah harkness#all souls trilogy#diana bishop#all souls series#gallowglass de clermont#gallowglass x lyra#other people's ocs#my two cents
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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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Name Meanings: Multiple Perspective Characters
Inspired by this.
Lucy Hartley from A Few More Hours (Until Dawn); Claribel 'Belle' Burrow and Ximena 'Mia' Moreno from A Knife's Edge (Stranger Things); Chizoba 'Chizzy' Duncan, Alina Driscoll and Montgomery 'Monty' Sanderson from A Matter of Blood (A Discovery of Witches); Francine 'Frankie' Alverez from Crime, Friendship and Other Things (Detroit: Become Human); Cassandra 'Cassie' Verona from Dearest Verona (Deadly Class).
#ocappreciation#Made By Me#Name Meanings#A Few More Hours#A Knife's Edge#A Matter of Blood#Crime Friendship and Other Things#Dearest Verona#Until Dawn OCs#Stranger Things OCs#A Discovery of Witches OCs#Detroit: Become Human OCs#Deadly Class OCs#Lucy Hartley#Claribel Barrow#Ximena Moreno#Chizoba Duncan#Alina Driscoll#Montgomery Sanderson#Detective Francine Alverez#Cassandra Verona#Belle Barrow#Mia Moreno#Chizzy Duncan#Alina March#Monty Sanderson#Francine Alverez#Cassie Verona#Frankie Alverez
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Please write Baldwin and Dylan 🥺❤️
A/N: Dylan is 30, she just LOVES colorful hair)
It was by pure chance the two of them had met. Baldwin wasn't often drinking coffee, least of all from a café. When he did drink the dark beverage, he preferred having it delivered to his office by one of the various assistants working under him.
Today though, it was different. He had closed a big deal the day before, and he was uncharacteristically cheerful and decided on getting out of his car two blocks before his office building, Gordon would drive it to the building and park it for him.
On the way there however, luck decided to turn on him, and the clouds opened up to a downpour. Until he could have Gordon turn around and come back for him, he was stuck inside a small independent café and waiting out the rain.
At the counter, was a chirpy, woman who looked to be late teens early twenties by the color of her hair, bubblegum pink. Not Baldwin's favorite color, but he decided on paying her no attention. She was too young for him, and besides, he wasn't going to stick around long enough to learn anything about her.
He got in line and while waiting to both order and for his driver to come back someone from the office called, delivering more bad news.
Baldwin was in the midst of talking the guys through a possible solution when the pink haired barista spoke up "No, that won't work, it's better if you go through it like--you know what, why don't I write it down for you sir?" She picked up a stack of pink post-it notes and quickly sqribbled down her thoughts.
"Do you have a habit of listening in on everyone's phone calls?" Baldwin asked, disconnecting from the call he'd been on.
"When they decided to be assholes and hold up the lines, yeah, I do. What can I get you?"
He was taken aback by her forwardness, that of course wasn't to say he wasn't a little intrigued by her. Telling her his order she relayed the amount he owed and started making his coffee while he paid.
Once back at the office, he went to work on fixing the earlier mistake, when he remembered the post-it note the girl at the café had stuck to his cup. Baldwin hated to admit it, but the solution she'd come up with in such a short time was ingenious.
After relaying the solution to his team he finally noticed the numbers written on his cup, with a "call me if you need more advice" written under it.
Turns out, she won't be so easy to get rid of.
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The world slowly swam into focus. A heavy weight felt as though it was baring down on me, forcing my shoulders down and making it nearly impossible to lift my head.
‘What happened?’ I ask softly, forcing myself to sit up; to ignore the wave of dizziness that comes with the simple movement.
‘You’re alive.’ Marcus’s voice is scarcely more than a hoarse whisper.
I barely have time to open my eyes before I see his dark hair and he’s hugging me. But the gesture is tentative. There’s no force behind it, surprising given the speed with which he moved towards me.
‘Of course I’m alive,’ I mutter, before trying to pull away. ‘Marcus, what if I’m bleeding?’
‘You’re not,’ he says, a dark conviction behind his words that have me forcing my hands between us and pushing him away.
‘Marcus, what happened?’
Only now he isn’t completely covering my view, I can take stock of where I am. We’re out in the open, countryside on all sides. It’s not somewhere I recognise, but the fresh air is enough to force my thoughts to focus. To draw my mind back to what happened.
Benjamin. The sanatorium place. The –
My eyes dart to the place on my arm where he’d injected the needle; a far more menacing contraption at the end of it than those used when I’d wanted to give blood. Somebody has put a plaster over it, but I can still see the blood smeared around the area. A glaring reminder that it wasn’t all simply a nightmare.
‘Hey,’ Marcus says softly, his fingers feather light on my chin as he guides my attention away from my arm and towards him. ‘It’s OK.’
I wet my lips, wanting to ask how he can be so certain, but the words stick in my throat. The consequences of Benjamin having my blood are too great.
‘One pint,’ Marcus tells me, his voice filled with a bitterness that his attempt at clinical doctor can’t quite hide. ‘Sooty found it. It was marked up.’
All I can do is nod. The relief unfurling in my chest is welcome, but it does little to alleviate the concern coursing through me. There’s no guarantee that that’s all of it. Not guarantee that my blood hasn’t somehow injured one of my friends simply in their quest to protect me.
‘Alina – What are you doing?’
Despite the wave of dizziness, the darkness that crowds the edges of my vision, I force my hands to the floor and attempt to stand up. ‘Getting up,’ I tell him through gritted teeth.
‘Alina,’ he warns, but I glare at him as best I can.
‘I have to do something,’ I say, grateful when he braces a careful arm around my back; as he offers out a steadying hand. ‘I can’t sit around.’
There’s a tick of annoyance in the clench of his jaw, a soft tightening of his fingers at my waist. But it’s a testament to everything that’s happened, the understanding that’s settled between us, when he bites back whatever argument he’s desperate to voice, and instead merely helps me to stand.
All I can hope is that nothing worse has happened to the people I care about, simply because of the Driscoll name.
#ocappreciation#Made By Me#Drabble#A Discovery of Witches OCs#A Matter of Blood#Alina Driscoll#Alina March
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Belated Birthday Gift 🎁 for @darknightfrombeyond p.1
Simone Kostopoulos Happy Belated Birthday Day!!! Hope you like it !!!
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Hiiiiiiio, hope you're doing great! I just finished sunshine and iT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD, ANF I LOVED IT SO MUCH. anyway, if you're feeling like it! Could you write something for them with one (or all, i won't complain 🤧) for them?
grumpy one just does everything the sunshine one says. like they cannot for the life of them say no
what it looks like once they start rubbing off on each other
“i love it.” “i think i just puked.”
Thank you so much lovely! So glad people enjoyed Sunshine! These prompts are definitely a lot of fun!
grumpy one just does everything the sunshine one says. like they cannot for the life of them say no.
This sums up Baldwin and Alyssa's relationship
Alyssa was typing up some notes, sitting in the living room of Sept Tours, Diana marking papers and Marcus doing research.
"Babe, can you get me a bottle of orange juice?" Alyssa yelled, still typing.
Within a second, Baldwin was back from the kitchen and back with a bottle of orange juice and her water bottle, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Thank you!" Alyssa chirped, returning to her work, unaware of the confused looks she was getting.
"Baldwin can you-" He left the room before Marcus could even say anything.
"How did you do that?" Diana asked. She merely shrugged.
#adow fic#fic: sunshine#baldwin de clermont x oc#baldwin montclair#oc: alyssa lawson#a discovery of witches#missed these two lol
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