#gallowglass x lyra

[plaidbooks]

Was about to go to sleep but now I'm intrigued lol

Wind, daffodil, cupcake + fluff 💙

The wind tousled Lyra's hair as she followed Gallowglass up the grassy hill. the ground looked alive as the breeze made the grass wave in front of them.

"Where are we going?" she asked for the hundredth time since Gallowglass woke her this morning, a devious grin on his face. "Going for a picnic" he had said, pre-packed basket in his hand.

"You'll know soon enough," he replied now, Scottish accent heavy in his mirth. His free hand clasped hers, pulling her close. "Are ya tired? Want me ta carry ya?"

"No, I'm okay," Lyra said with a smile. She loved his kindness more than anything--and that she got to see this side of him all the time.

Finally, they crested the hill. Tilting her head back, she worked on catching her breath. Gallowglass, of course, never even broke a sweat. Damn vampire powers.

"Lyra, darling, look there."

Her eyes followed where he pointed to a small patch of wildflowers. Eyes wide, smile wider, she mentally categorized the ones she could see from their view point; daisies, delphinium, wild roses, hyacinth, and one of Lyra's favorites, daffodils.

They made their way to the outcropping, then Gallowglass pulled a blanket from the basket, shook it out in the air, and laid it down. Smiling, he held his hand out to Lyra, then helped her onto the blanket. Only once situated does he join her.

"What'd you bring? What'd you bring?" she asked eagerly, bouncing on her knees.

Turns out, he brought cucumber sandwiches, assorted fruit and veggies, homemade potato chips, and ice cold, freshly made lemonade.

"This is delicious! You made all of this?" Lyra questioned, slightly surprised. Gallowglass has learned to make simple meals; it's easy having a vegetarian mate.

He grinned at her, "I had Marthe teach me a few things before we left the chateau. And she's been texting me soup recipes nonstop for months."

"I'll have to send her flowers as a thank you."

By the end of the meal, Gallowglass has flowers in his beard and a flower crown, and Lyra has a traditional Viking-style braid, flowers decorating the red hair.

She let out a sigh before saying, "I love you so much, Eric."

"And I love you, my sweet flower."

Then he reached back into the basket, and pulled out the most beautiful, most perfectly frosted, chocolate cupcake.

"Ready for some dessert?" he asked, and Lyra perked up, scooting over to him.

But he held it away from her, making her pout.

"Eriiiiic!" she whined, arms crossing over her chest. "Don't tease me."

"I just want to feed it to you," he replied, smirking.

She huffed but accepted the bite he gave her. The taste was so delicious--better than any cupcake she ever had before, and her annoyance melted with the chocolate on her tongue.

"Good?" he asked.

"I've never been happier that you were my mate."

That has him laughing in that deep voice of his, and he fed her another bite.

[mrs-declermont]

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.

[witches-unruly-heart]

Gallowglass for zodiac and color?

And maybe Lyra, too? 👀🥰

Of course I'll do both of them! They're my loves! 🥰

So Gallowglass first -- I couldn't choose between two colors, so its a mix of both 😅❤️

As for the zodiac signs I took the positives of Virgo and the negatives of Gemini 🥰

Now onto Lyra 🥰

Here I also couldn't pick a color, so you get two 🥰

and for her zodiac sign I feel she has the positives of Aquarius and the negatives of Pisces 😅❤️

[moodiboards]

Is it possible for a GG x Lyra board? With him taking her sailing the first time?

Of course! I’m sailing the Lyra x Gallowglass ship into eternity! 😍🥰❤️

[adarafaelbarba]

Would you be willing to write Gallowglass x Lyra? If not, I totally understand!

But with the compliment “when you blush, it’s the cutest thing ever”

I will do my best for you my angel 🫣❤️

The two had been sat in the garden all day, planting new herbs. Well, it had been mostly Lyra planting, and Gallowglass trying his best to make her laugh with his stories.

He loved to hear her laugh, the sound being like music to his ears. And he told her as much, which made her blush like mad.

"When ya blush, it's the cutest thing ever," Gallowglass stated, looking at her with the biggest, softest grin.

The comment only made her blush more.

"fuck, yer killing me here!" He said, a groan slipping him.

"Right back at you Eric! You're the one making me as red as a tomato!" she was indeed red in the face. And Gallowglass couldn't help but lean in and kiss both cheeks, then her nose, forehead, chin, and finally, her lips.

She smiled into the kiss, cupping his face with her hand, holding him close.

"I love your kisses, Eric. Don't ever stop them." And he promised he never would.

[plaidbooks]

Bathing Suit Mishaps

A/N: This is just a short thing of Gallowglass x Lyra (OC) for @storiesofsvu2-0 bingo, covering the Free Space, as a swimsuit buying. Lol I’m writing this in my Grad class. (the “bathing suit” is at the end, under a readmore)

Tags: lil bit of dirty talk, allusions to smut

Words: idk, short

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @adowbaldwin

Diana and Matthew had invited Gallowglass and Lyra over to use their swimming pool in the heat of summer. The only downside is that Lyra had never been swimming; she didn’t have a swimsuit, let alone knew how to swim. Gallowglass had assured her that he wouldn’t leave her side for a second--even though the pool was shallow enough to stand in--but she was still nervous.

Diana was supposed to go with Lyra to the store to buy a swimsuit, but she got caught up with the twins. Instead, Gallowglass gave her his credit card, a kiss on the cheek, and told her to have fun.

It wasn’t the first time Lyra had been in town before, but it was her first time alone. All the store fronts caught her eyes, and she found herself staring in the windows for hours.

But one shop caught her eye the most. There were flowers all over the display, and mannequins with eye-catching, fancy swimsuits. Lyra’s eyes widened at the one in the main display; it was a minty green, with white flowers stitched into the material and delicate lacing in front.

“That one catch your eye, hun?” a woman in the doorway to the shop asked.

Lyra jumped slightly before smiling. “It’s beautiful,” she agreed.

The woman half pulled her in, her mouth already running. It was so many questions and information that Lyra’s head was spinning. She was dragged to the changing rooms, then the woman pulled out a tape measure and started giving Lyra instructions.

Swimsuit bought, Lyra made her way home, mind still whirling with the woman’s voice.

************

“Try it on, sweetheart--lemme see ya,” Gallowglass said, pushing Lyra into the bathroom, bag containing the swimsuit clutched in her hands.

She stripped quickly, then pulled the silky material over her skin. It felt amazing on her, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. She brushed her hair over her shoulders, took a breath, then stepped out into the room.

Gallowglass’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide. He scanned over her body slowly, taking in every detail and curve. He sniffed, trying to control himself, but still, he couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice.

“That’s not a swimsuit, darling. That’s lingerie.”

Confused, she looked down at herself. “What’s lingerie?”

“Something I’m about ta rip off ya,” he said darkly, rushing towards her.

[moodiboards]

GG and Lyra at her cottage in the forest, tending to plants? 👀

Not exactly what you asked for, but I can make something else if you want 😅❤️

[plaidbooks]

Homegrown

A/N: This is my first real foray into the ADOW fandom, specifically for Gallowglass, and I’m excited to post it! This is going to be multi-chaptered, and I base the character’s looks on the show version, rather than the books.

This is Gallowglass x Lyra (witch!OC)

Tags: none this chapter

Words: 1579

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart​ (I don’t wanna tag SVU peeps here--let me know if you’d like to be on my ADOW taglist!)

(facecanon for Lyra)

That’s the place, Lyra thought as she looked upon the castle in the distance. Her magic has never let her down before, so she steeled her nerves and made her way towards the place. Once she was less than a mile away, she felt the first pinprick of magic—outside her own—in the countryside; a coolness dancing across her face and body. There could only be one cause of this: a vampire was watching her. The people in the village were nice enough to mention (or warn) that the castle—known as Sept Tours—was on vampire ground, so she wasn’t surprised. But she wondered what her magic was trying to tell her, leading her here.

Find Diana, the wind whispered, and she nodded to herself; it was the only clue she had. Before she could make it much further, a young man appeared in front of her. He had short, wavy, black hair and a kind face. Though as his cool, vampire eyes looked over her, she could see he was trying to be intimidating, puffing his chest out and crossing his arms.

“Who are you?” he asked.

She tilted her head slightly. “It’s rude to ask without giving your name first,” she huffed. Normally, Lyra wasn’t so blunt, but the long trip and open air was making her restless. She thought about her little cottage in the forest, cut off from most the world, and wished she were home again; she felt exposed here.

The man clenched and unclenched his jaw, debating. “Marcus,” he finally said. “You?”

“Lyra,” she replied, and Marcus quirked an eyebrow.

“Sorry, miss, but this is my family’s land. No witches allowed.”

“But I’m looking for someone, and I believe her to be there,” she said, pointing to the castle behind him.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed at that, and she wondered what she had said wrong. “Who are you looking for, then?”

“A witch named Diana.” A breeze passed by Lyra’s head, carrying the word careful to her ear. But she ignored it; something about Marcus was trustworthy. “She’s fighting to make this world better for us creatures, right?”

Before Marcus could reply, two more cold sets of eyes were on her, making her shiver slightly. She glanced up at the castle, wondering where the vampires were watching from. Her warmblooded eyes couldn’t see that far.

“And how do I know you’re not working for Knox? Or Gerbert?” Marcus asked, gaining her attention once more.

Lyra blinked, “because I don’t know who Knox or Gerbert are.”

“You’re not a good liar,” he said with a sigh, as if bored with this conversation. “There’s no way you don’t know two people on the Congregation.”

“I don’t know anyone on the Congregation!” she spat back, hands shaking slightly. She remembered her mother talking about it once when she was a teenager, but that was so long ago.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Witches are near, the wind whispered, and she glanced at the castle again.

“If you don’t believe me,” she started, “then have the other witches there ask me. A witch cannot lie to another.”

Marcus took a step towards her. “How did you know there are witches here?”

“My magic told me. And you just confirmed it.” Lyra let her words sink in before continuing, “I promise I’m here to help, not cause trouble. I do not know who Knox or Gerbert are—I’m here because my magic called me to find Diana. I’m a friend, not a foe.”

He looked conflicted, thinking hard. Finally, he said, “you wait here, and I’ll talk to the head of the household.” She nodded and he was off, gone in a blur.

Lyra wasn’t sure what she would do if denied entry. Though she had never met Diana—had no idea who she was—her magic was insistent on getting them together. It had been months since the first whispers tried to pull her from the cottage. At first, Lyra ignored it, tending to her plants and animals, and making potions and ointments for the small village near her; her only connection to other people.

But her magic grew ever more destructive. Soon enough, fierce winds were whipping through the forest, as if trying to carry her off to wherever it wanted. The people and animals were being injured from the winds, and her crops were being destroyed. So, against her better judgement, Lyra made potions of healing, packed up her herbs and empty bottles, and the few clothes she could fit in her bag. With her meager amount of money, she left her cottage, heading where, she knew not, allowing her feet and magic to guide her.

And throughout all of this, she was plagued by visions in her dreams, visions of a woman—a powerful witch—dressed like the Goddess and saving the creature world. Lyra would wake with the name Diana on her lips, and hope blossoming in her chest. What this all meant, she wasn’t quite sure. All she knew was that she was heading in the right direction.

Marcus reappeared then, alone, and her heart dropped—he was surely going to deny her. But, to her surprise, he gestured with a soft, “come with me.” He turned back towards the castle, setting off at a quick pace, and she hurried to keep up. Her legs were exhausted, and she was starving, but she refused to complain as she tried to keep up with the man, who thankfully walked at a human speed.

“Thank you…for accepting me,” Lyra huffed out in between breaths.

Marcus glanced sidelong at her, before rolling his eyes and taking her bag, trying to lessen her burden. He slung it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing, and her bottles clinked together inside. “I have not accepted you, not yet. But my grandmother would like to meet you…as would the others.”

Lyra closed her eyes in weariness; how many people did she have to go through to be allowed here? How many questions and tests? She was sleep deprived and it had been over a day since her last meal. The last of her money had been used on water, but that had run out hours ago.

The walk was long and silent, outside of her heavy breathing. Lyra had been walking for weeks, and she was sure her legs were going to fall off with the next step. Or the next. Or the next. But still, she trudged on, one foot in front of the other. If she could only reach the castle…what? What was she expecting to happen? A group of vampires accepting her into their home? Unlikely.

Finally, Lyra and Marcus made it to the arch by the front of the building, the walls of the castle beyond looking so much more imposing up close. He wasn’t even winded, and she almost started crying from fatigue. Almost. But the appearance of two female vampires had her swallowing her exhaustion down.

“This is the witch?” one asked. She was obviously the matriarch of the castle; she was elegant, poised, and beautiful. Plus, she exuded a power that she should not be messed with.

The other vampire had short, curly grey hair and, like Marcus, had a kind face. But unlike Marcus, she didn’t try to hide her open concern for Lyra. In fact, she muttered, mouth barely moving, “she’s dead on her feet.”

That was the last thing Lyra knew before darkness overtook her.

Marcus caught her body before she could hit the ground, the bag on his shoulder clanking loudly. He lifted her easily, then glanced at his grandmother. But it was Marthe who spoke.

“Bring her inside and lay her in the bedroom down the west hall,” she ordered. Marcus looked back to Ysabeau for approval, and his grandmére nodded once, chin barely dipping. Instantly Marcus was moving, heading for the bedroom Marthe indicated. He laid Lyra on the bed and worked her shoes off before covering her with the sheets.

After getting his medical bag, he ran simple tests to confirm what he knew from her scent and heartbeat; she was dehydrated, starving, and exhausted. As the one in charge, he started making decisions on what to do with her. It didn’t take him too long to decide what to do; once Lyra awoke, she’d be fed and given water while Sarah and Emily interrogated her. Both witches had confirmed that witches could not lie to another, and with his superior nose and ears, he’d be able to tell if she was lying biologically. Though in his initial talk with her, he did not sense any lies, only exhaustion.

Marcus sighed, looking down at her dirty, sleeping form. He did not trust her—he couldn’t afford to trust strangers—but he also felt bad for her. She obviously had a rough trip to make it to Sept Tours; her accent was familiar, but it was not French, and he couldn’t pinpoint where she may have come from. Even if what she had said was all true, he wasn’t sure she’d be allowed to stay there until Diana and Matthew returned from the past. Hell, he wasn’t sure why she was so certain Diana was here when she’d been gone for weeks.

So many questions and no answers, not until she awoke. Marcus closed his eyes in frustration before turning to leave her room—he hated not having all the information.

[plaidbooks]

Gallowglass de Clermont

**denotes smut

~~SFW Alphabet~~

~~Multi-chapter fics~~

Homegrown / ch. 2 / ch. 3 / ch. 4 / ch. 5 / ch. 6 / ch. 7 / ch. 8 / ch. 9 / ch. 10 / ch.11

~~One Shots~~

Bathing Suit Mishaps (x Lyra)

[plaidbooks]

AHHHHH I LOVE IT 😍😍

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.