#A Discovery of Witches OCs

[adarafaelbarba]

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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[justmoreocs-edits]

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).

[justmoreocs-writing]

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.  

[letters2fiction]

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

[danndelionx]

✨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.

Feel free to add some feedback :)

[butternuggets-blog]

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!

[superspookyjanelle]

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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[mrs-declermont]

Do you think if Baldwin is overworked and stressed, and Nora were to offer to build a lego set together or do some small, easy craft, that he'd calm down and do it or be grumpy?

I could see them doing painting maybe? or yeah, building legos. which I think would be quite the sight to see 😅

He'd never let anyone know, and tells Nora to never utter a word about any of it, which she promises.

[plaidbooks]

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.

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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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A Matter of Blood Story Introduction

Chizzy had always been taught that Creatures were supposed to stick to themselves, that relations between them wasn’t a positive but rather something to avoid. She was happy with that, happy with the friends she had in her own coven and even the occasional question from Diana about the whole thing. However, when her best friend moves to England, and Chizzy learns that there’s more going on there that meets the eye, she begins to realise questioning what she’s always been taught might be exactly what she needs to do.

The Driscoll family had always been tasked with keeping the peace between Creatures, with protecting them and humans from what might happen if the truth came out. But it’s a responsibility Alina never really had to bear the burden of because of her age, because things were quiet in the Creature world. As tensions rise amongst the Creatures, and Alina finds herself drawn into family drama, the impact that the Driscoll name can have on situations is something she finally realises the weight of, and how underprepared for that responsibility she really was.  

All Monty wanted was a quiet life. A life where he could enjoy the simple beauty of things, where he could make art and ignore tensions slowly making traction in the Creature world. But a quiet life is easier said than done when your best friend’s family is at the centre of all the drama. Monty quickly finds himself joining the fight for change; finds himself falling for a witch when romances between Creatures is frowned upon; finds himself actively working to alter the course of history, rather than simply letting it pass him by.

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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.

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A Discovery of Witches OC

Baldwin Montclaire and Simone Kostopoulos: Romantic

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Name: Valeria Bailey (born as Margaret)

Nickname: Val, Peggy, the Bloody Mary of Barbados.

Age: 19, almost 20 when turned. Turned in 1807.

Born: St. Louis, Barbados

Living: New Orleans, USA

Species: Vampire

Occupation: enslaved woman (previously), bartender.

Family: John (father, deceased)

Sally (mother, deceased)

Louisa de Clermont (maker)

Patience MacNeil

Ransome Fayrweather

Geraldine

Loyalty: Patience MacNeil, Ransome Fayrweather, Geraldine and their following.

One fact: Ransome calls her Margaret to make her listen, and she hates that.

History: Valeria Bailey was born into slavery in Barbados, named only Margaret by the plantation owner, Louisa de Clermont. Aged only 13, she was brought into the main house. She was soon after assaulted the first time by another plantation owner who was visiting. The assaults went on regularly, with the men paying Louisa for time with the young girl. Though it’s unsure if she had any living children from these assaults, she did suffer some miscarriages, brought on by herself and other women on the plantation to save the poor children from captivity, and the mother from an early death.

At almost 20, Valeria was turned into a vampire against her will after almost dying from an infection. It wasn’t that Louisa cared for the girl, but she got more money from keeping her alive and healthy, so she turned her. Valeria resented her for it, and vowed she would get back at the older vampire for it. After being turned, Val hunted down her abusers, the ones alive, and killed them slowly, one by one, but making sure the message was given to the other men, that their time was up. She did get her revenge on Louisa though, using her own good looks and charms to turn the other plantation owners against her maker. Once the killing was done, she went on, killing everyone who’d wronged her. Valeria spent a few years in Barbados after being turned, striking fear in the people there, being nicknamed «The Bloody Mary of Barbados».

After she was satisfied she travelled over to New Orleans to start a new chapter of her life. In New Orleans she meets Geraldine, a fellow vampire, and the two become fast friends, Geraldine bringing the newcomer to her brother and aunt in hopes of adding another member to the shrunken family. Her past isn’t immediately laid out there, but as she learns to trust the others she shows them the news paper clippings telling the tale of a mysterious female killer wreaking havoc on Barbados. They’re quite impressed and, and slightly worried.

She’s unsure, like Patience of believing Matthew when he comes knocking, but after some convincing she’s on board too, if only to get rid of Benjamin, who she’s had the misfortune of meeting in the past. She grows close to Ysabeau though, and decides to keep in touch after the fighting is over, when she goes back to New Orleans with her family.

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Part Fifty-Four

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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When the call to arms finally came Yvette felt like she could breathe properly again. It was the anticipation of disaster that always hit her the hardest; she stood firmly in the eye of maelstroms.

England and France had been raiding each other's ships of supplies and mercantile goods for around two years now. Skirmishes between French galleys and English cogs up and down the coast, towns and villages raided; there had been civilian casualties in both countries but still it wasn't technically "war".

The match to the powder keg had been news that King Edward was planning to set sail from England but was suffering delays. King Philip, taking advantage of his opponents' momentary lapse of focus, sailed the Great Army of the Sea - 200 repossessed ships, mostly of Norman make - to Sluys on the Flanders coast and cut off the English-held port's communication lines to home.

Scrambling his resources in record time, Edward set sail, a two hundred and fifty ships to Philip's two hundred and thirteen.

It was breathtaking, watching the black dot grow on the horizon. By noon Yvette could actually see the cogs in full sail bearing down on them, and by mid-afternoon they attacked.

Yvette heard her uncle swear as the first volley of arrows rained down. She was crouched behind a couple of barrels, a tiny shield raised above her head; from her position she could look across the deck through the howling wind and torrential rain to see the archers at the starboard edge returning fire, peppering the English longbowmen with their crossbows.

A soldier hit the deck as she watched, the shaft of an arrow buried deep in the man's eye. Blood slicked the deck; someone was screaming.

Breathe. Move. Collect the arrows.

Yvette sprinted, fell, shield still raised and someone else's blood on her knees. The ship beneath her was lurching to the left, fighting against the rudder that was forcing it right.

'Here! Girl!'

The soldier looked stricken by his slip of the tongue.

'Apologies m'lady-'

Yvette ignored him. The fleet had been lashed together to create a barrier against the encroaching English but the current had carried them to the east and around each other, until everyone was hopelessly entangled. By the time the order came to cut loose the enemy was upon them.

Yvette looked up, spotting the problem. One of the bolts holding the chains in place had twisted, sticking into and pinning other chains and thick knots of rope. She worked her slim fingers between the mess, holding her breath as she slowly worked the bolt free.

The chains and rope jumped as the bolt slid loose but she got herself clear before they sliced through her fingers. Wiping grease and rainwater onto the rest of the bolts, she worked them out of their holes as the soldiers sawed through the ropes and someone yanked her clear as the ship detached from the rest of the fleet.

'Merci,' Yvette pat the soldier on the arm. 'Godspeed your good work!'

The men gave a hearty cheer as she ran on. Down into the hold, along midship to the store, then back up to the men clutching several sheaves of arrows.

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They lost, in the end.

The Flemish had attacked the rear when the battle began to turn, so that between them and the English and the roaring sea the French fleet began to break down. Nicolas Béhuchet de Musy de La Loupe d'Escrignolles, one of the fleet's commanders, had been captured and hung from his own mast, while many men jumped in the water to avoid capture, only to drown as they were dragged beneath the waves.

Yvette shivered violently, but kept a firm grip on the burlap sack in her hand. She was drenched, soaked to the bone in rainwater, seawater and blood, but she had refused to stop doling out the ship-biscuit rations the men were owed.

Her uncle had sworn an oath to her father to get her home safe. She owed it to him to help his men get back safely as well.

'That is enough, now' Baldwin carefully pried the sack from Yvette's frigid hand as she passed by.

'But I have not finished-'

'Yes you have,' Baldwin knelt down, smiling proudly, and wrapped Yvette's hands in his. 'You have done very well, and I am so proud of you. Now rest. You need your strength.'

Yvette nodded reluctantly.

'Besides, we need to get you out of those clothes and into something dry!' Baldwin led her up the deck towards his sleeping quarters. 'Your father would kill me if I let you catch another cold.'

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-Yvette stood firm on the bow. Our daughter has far better sea legs than you or I! She gets her strength from her father, never flinching in the face of the enemy. And nine years of age!

Your face has been ever-present in my mind since we last spoke. There is an ache for you that gnaws at me whenever I am abed. In the quiet I miss you. In the sunshine and the darkness you haunt me. I wish I could touch you.

Author's Notes

"The Battle of Sluys, also called the Battle of l'Écluse, was a naval battle fought on 24th June 1340 between England and France. It took place in the roadstead of the port of Sluys (French Écluse), on a since silted-up inlet between Zeeland and West Flanders. The English fleet of 120–150 ships was led by Edward III of England and the 230-strong French fleet by the Breton knight Hugues Quiéret, Admiral of France, and Nicolas Béhuchet, Constable of France. The battle was one of the opening engagements of the Hundred Years' War." Wikipedia

The French suffered losses of between 16,000 to 20,000 men; those who didn't drown upon flinging themselves into the water to escape capture (most soldiers couldn't swim) were viciously clubbed to death by the Flemish English-loyalists if they made it to the shore. 190 French ships were lost, with 166 captured.

A galley was a type of oared ship with a long hull; similar pre-medieval examples include the Scandinavian longships that were used by Viking raiders. Many galleys had sails, but they were primarily driven along by teams of oarsmen.

A cog was a clinker-built ship, made of oak, and used for trade and travel during the Medieval period. Clinker-built means that the edges of the hull planks overlapped each other; cogs were also bigger than galleys, with a greater carrying capacity.

Hard tack, or ship's biscuits, were a staple of navies world-wide from the 17th to the early 20th century. The earliest version of a ship's biscuit could be found in Egypt (dhourra cake) or Rome (bucellatum); they were designed to last for months at a time, providing a necessary source of food on long voyages if nothing else could be provided, and to help ease the strain on supplies.