#declan macrae

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Sanctuary in text posts

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It’s too early in the morning to be awake, especially considering she currently has the best excuse for sleeping in that she’s had maybe ever. But Ashley can’t will her body back into unconsciousness, not with her stomach unsettled and her mind racing. The morning sickness had finally started to leave her alone a month or so ago, and today, she’s not sure she can blame the nausea on the hormones.

Outside, the sky looks like it’s lightening up, but then again, Ashley knows Hollow Earth can never quite replicate the classic circadian rhythm. She sits up in bed, huffing as one of the twins kicks her in the ribs, and looks toward her clock on the nightstand. 06:01. Declan and his team will be reporting back to the surface soon.

Just as the thought runs through her head, she hears a knock on the door. “Ash?” Just her name has her chest seizing up. She was hoping he wouldn’t come find her just to say goodbye. “I made you some tea.”

She tucks her legs up beneath her as Declan slips into the room. “You shouldn’t have,” she says, but she still takes the cup he holds out.

“Did I get it right?” he asks, watching her take her first sip.

He did, but Ashley shakes her head. “Look, Declan— you don’t have to do this."

"Make you tea?" He raises his eyebrows. "Just wanted to do something nice."

"Not the damn tea," she grumbles. "I meant, you don't have to, like, delay. Dawdle. Try and say some meaningful goodbye. You have commitments on the surface, I get it. We've barely said two words while you've been here, anyway. Let's just... go back to the way things were."

Declan scowls, and it occurs to Ashley that she's kind of being a dick. But she hadn't asked for any of this, and she certainly isn't going to beg him to stay.

"Ashley," he says, a note of tension in his voice, "I'm not going anywhere."

It's her turn to frown as she struggles further upright, leaning toward him. "What are you talking about?"

“I’m not going back to London,” he says, and her stomach flips. “Not right away, at least. We need… time.” He looks down at her stomach. “And we’ve already lost too much of it.”

Ashley’s shoulders slump. She hasn’t even apologized to him, for not even trying to reach out. But the words stick on her tongue.

“Well,” she mumbles, “I guess a cup of tea is a good start.”

Declan sits next to her on the bed and reaches out for her hand. She lets him take it. One of the kids elbows her kidney.

“I’m not gonna make it easy on you,” she warns him.

He actually laughs at her, the asshole. “You never have.”

— burning brighter than the sun

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Sanctuary Text Posts 7/?

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Declan Macrae - Sanctuary (2008-2011)

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zombie apocalypse sanctuary au with kate/declan?

From what she can tell, there's a lot of fighting going on out there (fighting about her, about what should be done with the thief who took advantage of their kindness and tried to rob them in turn). Funny; Magnus doesn't seem like the kind of woman to tolerate pushback. Maybe she hasn't yet decided what to do with Kate, either.

The guards rotate, and most simply scowl at her, refusing to make conversation. This one, though, is different.

"Comfortable?" He asks her, soon after he takes watch. There's no sarcasm in his words, but she rolls her eyes, all the same.

"My back hurts, I'm freezing and I haven't had a shower in three days, but otherwise, yeah, I'm great."

He frowns. "I could bring you some blankets."

Blankets sound... Really nice, actually, but she's not about to admit that. "Sure, sounds great," she drawls. "Maybe you could bring me a poster, or some flowers or something, too; it'd really brighten up the prison cell."

This seems to amuse him. "Do you think you shouldn't be locked up? You nearly made off with all of out food."

She shrugs. "A girl's got to survive."

"We were helping you. You were safe. I don't-"

"Reality check, Mister...?"

"Declan."

"Declan. There's no such thing as safe anymore." She leans against the bars, meeting his eyes firmly. "The safer you think you are, the quicker you die. If those things out there don't get you, someone else will."

The sadness in his eyes, sadness for her, grates. "It isn't like that here." His voice nearly pleads with her. "We take care of each other. Protect each other."

The sad thing is, he actually seems to believe it. Clearly he's bought into this whole safety-in-numbers thing wholeheartedly, and he's pitying her for not figuring it out. "Right, you're all a bunch of saints," she bites out. "Tell me: how many of those saints out there are calling for my head right now?"

He drops his gaze. Yeah, that's what I thought. "Magnus won't let that happen," he says finally.

"No? What's she going to do with me, then? Let me go? Oops, everybody makes mistakes, have a nice life?" She scoffs. "I don't think so." He says nothing, and she pushes on. "What about you? What do you think they should do with me, huh?"

"That depends on you." He draws back, settling on the little stool the guards have been using. "We can help you, if you let us."

Is this man serious? She tried to rob them, and he still wants to make nice. It's sweet, if just a little naïve. But her irritation fades, the full force of the opportunity in front of her dawning. If she truly has his sympathy, his pity, she might as well use it.

But she'll have to be careful. Too obvious, and he'll see it coming. Forcing herself to relax, she pulls back from the bars, leaning against the wall and slowly sinking to the ground. "No one can help me," she says flatly, and it's an easy part to play; the words ring all too true.

It works; he pauses, looking back to her, something considering in his eyes. "Why would you say that?"

She swallows, keeping her focus firmly on the wall across from her, avoiding his eyes. "Don't you get it? Everyone who tries ends up dead." Her voice breaks, much to her irritation. This is to get under his skin; she isn't actually supposed to be upset (but it's true; every team she's ever had has ended up dead, or worse). "I'm better on my own."

From the corner of her eye, she sees him scooting the stool a bit closer to her cell. Closer to her. Her heart races, the same anticipation she always used to get when a heist was going well, but she keeps her face carefully masked.

"No one's better on their own," he says, so soft and tender and sure that for a moment-just a moment-she wants to believe him, wants to stop fighting and let him help her, wants to stay. But it's nothing more than a fairytale, and she knows it, so she exhales, forcing a shudder. He's close, now, and she knows her chance will be soon.

"Do you have any idea," she starts, letting her voice shake just a little, "how lonely I've been? Just running and running..."

"... And never ending up anywhere," he finishes quietly, and she nods. He reaches through the bars, straining, to rest the tips of his fingers against her shoulder... And she strikes.

She catches his arm with her hand, trying not to feel too guilty at his startled grunt, and pulls him foreword, against the bars. There's a key in his pocket, and she reaches for it, hoping the disorientation will give her enough time to-

Suddenly, there's a knife at her throat, firmly in his free hand. She could... Probably knock it away before he uses it. Probably. But she isn't sure, so she releases his arm with a sigh, and he pulls back, taking a few steps away from the cell.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she quips, though she can't quite bring herself to meet his eyes. It was nice to have someone, at least, who talked to her like a person, and now he'll be furious with her-and it's not like she cares, but-

He laughs. Not just a soft chuckle, but something loud and full, something that makes her look up at him against her will. "Not at all. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't."

She blinks, and for the first time in a long time, she's at a loss for words.

"I'll get you those blankets now," he adds, grinning ear to ear. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't strangle me with them."

"No promises," she says, but it comes out softer than she'd like, less a threat and more a murmur that does absolutely nothing to dispel his smile. And with a dip of his head, he steps out of the room, leaving her to wonder exactly what she's gotten herself into.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

black turtleneck… save me..

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[crimelrd]

introducing     ⸻     𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒   ﹗

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME ﹕ daisy haites

ALIAS ﹕ baby haites

AGE ﹠ BIRTHDAY ﹕ 21 ﹠ 29th december 2002

ZODIAC ﹕ capricorn sun, scorpio moon ﹠ leo rising

GENDER ﹠ PRONOUNS ﹕ cisfemale ﹠ she / her

LOCATION ﹕ the compound, london

OCCUPATION ﹕ art thief, gang lordess, self proclaimed chef ﹠ second year med student

AFFILIATIONS ﹕ haites' crime empire ﹠ la famiglia bambrilla

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

PARENTS ﹕ unnamed mother ✞ ﹠ unnamed father ✞

SIBLINGS ﹕ julian haites ❪⠀older brother / former guardian⠀❫

CHOSEN FAMILY ﹕ declan ellis, aleki kekoa, miguel del olmo, jason ❝ happy ❞ bardsley, john ❝ smokeshow ❞ macrae, booker cline, tk thompsett ❪⠀lost boys⠀❫

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

BODY BUILD ﹕ slender, hourglass figure

EYE COLOR ﹕ green / hazel

SKIN TONE ﹕ tan

HAIR COLOR ﹕ bronde

FACE CLAIM ﹕ cameron rorrison et al.

VOICE CLAIM ﹕ iris law ❪⠀accent⠀❫ ﹠ kaia gerber ❪⠀timbre⠀❫

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

MBTI ﹕ intj

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ chaotic good

GOOD TRAITS ﹕ self-disciplined, charming, intelligent, genuine, confident, quick-witted ﹠ studious

BAD TRAITS ﹕ blunt, calculating, cunning, self-sacrificing, petty ❪⠀hehe⠀❫, stubborn ﹠ opinionated

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊

daisy  is  a  twenty  something  year  old  trying  to  balance  her  normal  life  of  being  a  med  student  and  the  second  in command  to one  the  most  powerful  crime empires  in  all  of  england.  the  haites  heiress  lost  both of her  parents  at only eight  years  old  and  has  since  been  raised  by  her  older  brother,  julian.  despite  her  own  morally  grey  background,  the  thiefstress  struggles  to  make  peace  with  the  family  business  the  siblings  were  born  into and refuses  to  accept  the  atrocities  that  come  with  it.  in  her  early  teens  daisy  decided  to  keep  record  of  every  death  blow  her  brother  had  dealt,  and  vowed  to  save  another  life  in  place  of  it  -  a  desperate  attempt  to  restore  balance and tune out her guilt complex.  years  and  years  of  therapy  later,  she  has  found  comfort  in  the  laundry  room  ❪⠀yeah  no,  seriously⠀❫  and  the  kitchen.  when  daisy  isn’t  busy  doing laundry or cooking  up  a  meal,  she  practices  her  martial  art  skills  or  finds  herself  in  the  middle  of  yet  another  heist.  what  she  lacks  in  strength,  daisy  makes  up  for in  charms.  instead  of  throwing  fists,  she  is  often  found  aiding  her  brother  by  distracting  the  enemy  using  a  method  that  is  widely  known  as  honeypotting.  however,  her  one  true  love  lies  in  the  very  illegal  way  to  go  about  art  acquisition.

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I've been tagged by @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter so here's my top 9 (who came up with that number?) characters :

1- Helen Magnus (sanctuary)

2- Helena Wells (Warehouse 13)

3- Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary)

4- Diane Lockhart (The good fight)

5- Crawley (Good Omens)

6- Aurora Luft (X Company)

7- Declan MacRae (Sanctuary)

8- Perceval (Kaamelott)

9- Anacostia Quartermaine (Motherland Fort Salem)

10 (rebellion !) - Sarah Alder (Motherland Fort Salem)

It's very hard to list only 9, I could go on all day 😅

I won't tag anyone because I feel like each of my mutual has already been tagged so... Feel free to add yours 😊

[thestorieswesay]

Ask game!

2,6,12,16

a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

I am currently writing for both Nikola Tesla and Declan MacRae (both in Sanctuary fics)! I love writing Nikola - he's a terrible little shit and he's MY terrible little shit, your honor. I'm working on writing grief-stricken-post-apocalyptic-vampire Nikola and that is proving trickier than writing his normal smarmy self. Declan is a lot softer and traumatized in the fic I'm working on than his normal confidant and breezy self. Mainly I am about hurting the boys.

the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

I don't have a current DRAFT per se, all I've got currently are a huge pile of notes. Surprising absolutely no on, my number one word (coming in at 10%) is "vampire".

a trope you’re really into right now

I answered this one in my previous post, but spoilers, it's femdom!

favorite place to write

My favorite place to write is in my best friend's living room, but she lives two hours away. My second-favorite place is the living room of my house, sitting in my armchair with my cat at my elbow, blaring my playlist and pretending I don't have the spinal column of a shramp.

[tinknevertalks]

@kinky-things-happen

Title: Soundproof

Fandom: Sanctuary (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Declan MacRae/Abby Corrigan

Characters: Abby Corrigan, Declan MacRae

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Exactly What It Says on the Tin, The Author Regrets Nothing

Summary: (Abby + Declan) + storeroom = a good time.

Read Soundproof here.

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This was just supposed to be something silly for the besties because I love Declan so much

Fandom: Sanctuary

Song: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift

[finalgirlkateausten]

³⁸⁾ familiar cologne and a black eye

you know how much i love a good baby fic Reveal™️... this is like, the second part of the Reveal™️. Ashley has seen Declan exactly once since she found out she was pregnant, but she hasn't told him anything. He's been on the surface, struggling to stay above water with all the pressure put on the London Sanctuary, and she's been benched ever since Helen discovered she would be having twins. Ashley is 21 weeks along here!

Ashley taps her foot, huffing as the elevator slides up from the sublevels to the above-ground-- as it were-- building of the Hollow Earth Sanctuary. The kids always seem to sense when she's stressed or worked up, and one of them is kicking now, or maybe doing a backflip. Their movements are getting more intense every day, and she's already bracing herself for the day when both of them gang up on her.

Her strides are shorter than she would like as she finally exits the elevator and beelines for her mother's office, opening the door without knocking. "Mom, I get why you wanted your office all the way on the top floor, but really, didja have to put tactical comms so far in the basement?" A familiar scent fills her nose, and she turns reflexively-- cologne and the like bothers her more these days, but this one smells warm. Her mouth is too busy for her mind to present the memories she's reminded of as she turns. "We've got some new friends that our scouts are saying might be Jeholodens abyssinicus maybe? And I think our last Sanctuaries that had specimens of them fell last year, but they're new to Hollow Earth, and they're messing up--" But halfway through her sentence, her brain catches up to her eyes. "Declan?"

He's standing there gaping at her, and well, yeah, she looks a little different than the last time they saw each other, but hey, so does he. His hair is nearly buzzed right now, must've just been cut, and she can't help but think that she likes it better when it's softer. He's standing at attention like he always does when they're in deep shit, not quite looking her in the eye. He's marred with bruises, one of his wrists swollen, a deep gash that the Jeholodens relative is probably responsible for on his calf. He's got a nasty black eye, but she doesn't think that's the reason his eyes are watering right now.

"Ash," he says, his voice quiet. "Long time, no see."

"Um." She swallows, sure she's turning bright red. "Yeah."

"You're looking... well."

It's probably the nicest thing he can manage right now. Acid crawls up her throat, even though she usually only gets heartburn right after a meal. What is he doing here?

She opens her mouth to ask that exact question, only to be interrupted by her mom clearing her throat. "Declan, I'm going to send a containment team to keep our new friends from sending the biome they've entered into disarray. You need to get to the infirmary to have that leg debrided... and find some antibiotics."

"I'll live," Declan argues. "My team should've been able to recapture them before they made it this far. I won't see any more loss of life without trying to intervene."

Helen fixes him with a severe look that has Ashley wincing even though she isn't the target. "You've done your part," she says flatly. "You've got a serious injury, which makes you a liability. Get treatment-- I have other people who can handle this." She stands and moves from behind her desk. "Ashley?" she asks neutrally, inclining her head.

Ashley gulps, wondering if she could escape that hawk-like stare with an excuse about a bathroom trip. One of the kids is definitely mauling her kidney right now, anyway.

"Is it too much to hope you're going to ask me to lead the containment team?"

Her mom laughs as Declan slinks out the door, but the smile fades quickly. Ashley goes ahead and lowers herself to a seat on the sofa, cradling her belly.

Her mom raises an eyebrow, and she's pretty sure she's done for.

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Sanctuary + Text Posts 4/?

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Sanctuary - Declan Macrae - Head of UK Sanctuary, loyal to Magnus, ex military, cheeky bastard.

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