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✧.* { ANDREW LEES & HE/HIM & CIS-MALE & 25/1000 } is that LUCIEN CASTLE hanging around town ? I wonder if they want to know what the future holds ? i’ve heard they can be pretty VENGEFUL. how typical for a VAMPIRE. i guess they must rely on their INTUITIVE side shining through. rumor has it they’re trying to hide THAT HE WANTS TO BREAK THE SIRE LINES but that’s probably just noise…

#sanguishqs.intro

kathrynhoward

KIT HARINGTON as ROBERT CATESBY GUNPOWDER (2017)

#fc

He had been far too good for far too long now. He was tired of laying low. Everyone that knew that he was back (a short list, to be sure) had demanded that he behave himself for the time being and he was finding that particular ask a little old at this point. “I need to do something before I lose it,” he whined, pacing back and forth. “It can be anything at this point. I’d settle for crashing a wedding or ruining a birthday party if it meant it’d break up the absolute monotony that is my current existence.” @sanguishqsstarters

@cursedfirst

Kit Harrington in a photoshoot.

#fc

longroadhcme:

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“I know you, Lucien Castle.” Too well, perhaps? “You really think I don’t know something as easy to read as your desires?” This was Katherine Pierce, a master in reading men and understanding what it is they wanted from her. Whether that be for one night, or for something more substantial. And yes, whilst there was a part of the doppelganger adamant he wanted something more intimate with her, there was still a part of her that was not willing to believe such notions. This was the man who didn’t head her warnings, on multiple occasions. Did not trust her. Who stood before her, pleading for his body, instead of trusting she knew best in this situation. Despite that being proven on numerous ‘plans’ where he was concerned. Her lips inched closer, if that were possible, but this time, there was a soft grazing of mouths, brief and unfulfilling. Both wanted more. That was obvious, otherwise they would’ve pulled back from the moment, disengaging from the taunting nature both were seductively treading the line with. “You don’t want me?” She toyed, a smirk present on her lips, as one hand rose, pressing against his chest, as she allowed her finger to toy with the material against his skin, teasing the idea further. And yet, here he was, resisting every urge that she pressed upon. Every button she desperately wanted to push. “Forget about your body. Focus on the possibility of mine.” God, he wasn’t half whining about his fucking body. Could he not allow her to keep him safe? Was she not capable of keeping him under wraps? “You’ll be back there soon enough, I assure you. But, there’s no rush, Luc.” Not with her here, inches from him, Hell, not even that. Centimetres. Millimetres. As close as she could possibly press herself against him, without crossing the line, that they once had a hundred years ago. “Funny, it sounds like you have a specific title in mind there. Is there a particular word you’d like me to use, when it comes to you? Do tell.” Tongue brushing against her lips, as she pulled back ever so slightly, to ensure she did wet his own, for that would be too close. They were too busy with this cat and mouse effect. Battling the other for the ‘win’. ‘Cause, wasn’t that her speciality? Games. No rules. Selfish endeavours. And, Lucien? God, he was the most selfish endeavour she could possibly undertake in this moment. “You are not a transaction. You…” She cut herself off immediately, unable to utter such complexities, swallowing her words before she could ever begin to engage in such weakness. Instead, she went back to her earlier remark, one he instantly began to question. What could she possibly need from him? Well, it was a difficult position to be in. For, it was ambiguous in every sense. Her need. “I need you. I need you to just kiss me. The rest can wait. No tricks, Lucien. No rules. I’m not asking. I’m telling you, to kiss me now. Right now.” But, she would allow him one thing. One soft, vulnerable, and honest moment. One phrase he could hold onto. But not enough to give him true power over her. Not until he proved he was capable of trusting her, and vice versa. “I missed you.”

“Oh, you know me now? Careful, Kat. It almost sounds like you might care a little bit.” He was certain that his desire in this particular moment was blatantly obvious; he wasn’t doing much to attempt to hide his desire for the woman that stood mere inches from him. The only reason for denying his impulses was standing on principle; stubbornness was a fatal flaw, one that they both possessed in spades. Besides, it was fun to watch Katherine squirm in anticipation. She was so used to being the black widow, weaving men in their trap and devouring them when they outlived their uselessness and Lucien refused to be just another fly caught in her web. However, there was absolutely no denying the growing need inside of him, the one that made his skin feel like it was alight with invisible flame where her fingers trailed. “I didn’t say that,” he was quick to correct. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to insult her by issuing a flat out denial of his attraction. Katherine Pierce was a lot of things, but oblivious wasn’t one of them. “It’s a bit hard to focus on yours when I don’t have my own for you to appreciate,” he countered, but let the subject rest with that last jib. This was a fight for another time, at the moment he had much more pressing matters to deal with. Her reassurance was enough to assuage his fears at least for one night and tomorrow was a new day. Lucien shook his head at her question, that signature smirk settled on his lips. “Ah, ah, ah. Kat, you’re a brilliant girl. I think that you if you put that noggin of yours to work, you’ll be able to figure it out all for yourself. And isn’t the victory that much sweeter when you accomplish it on your own?” That smirk of his only widened when she had to catch herself from revealing too much, an eyebrow going up in interest. “Go ahead, love. What am I, if not a transaction? Come on, I’m absolutely dying to know.” Probably a bit too soon for the death jokes but he secretly hoped it would get under skin to hear him joke about it. Lucien liked Katherine a bit fired up, erring towards the feisty side. His eyes gleamed with victory at Katherine’s command, knowing that this kind of vulnerability was the closest that he was going to get to the begging that he had requested. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should draw this out but passion won out over logic and his lips crashed down onto hers. Fervent and longing and joyous kisses pressed from him to her, one of his hands moving to her hair and grasping a handful of brunette curls. Those three words repeated over and over again in his head but remembering them wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear it once more. “Say it again,” he murmured, teeth tugging teasingly at her bottom lip. “Please.”

#ch: katherine pierce

demartcl:

“I have half a mind to snap your neck.” Tristan spoke promptly. “It would be fair, considering.” The last time they had spoken face to face in reality Lucien had done just that when Tristan tried to stop his folly errand. Just as Tristan had stipulated, it blew up in Lucien’s face and if not for the body swap his niece had pulled for Lucien the man would be dead already. “Perhaps three quarters of a mind.” For all his words though, Tristan spoke with all too much fondness to lay a hand on Lucien. Even if there was an urge to punch or smack him for all the worry he had delivered unto Tristan in the wake of his chaos and numerous bad choices. Nonetheless Tristan couldn’t help but look over him with eyes of relief, taking in the new body he had chosen for himself. It wasn’t terrible, though Tristan would always remain most fond of the original model. The same feelings he had tried to ignore since the moment he met him, feelings that turned into fury and anguish then into something more that only decades together could provide. The love he felt had been overwhelming, and the loss had been consuming. It was only the thought of Lucien remaining alive still, though asleep, that kept Tristan sane without Lucien’s annoying voice in his ear. He missed him. More then Tristan could dare put into words, but if his lack of coldness and violence was anything to go by, Lucien would surely be aware.

It took a moment for the situation to snap in that occurred prior. Putting aside Lucien’s half baked plans, there was the fact the man had greeted him with a kiss. Of all things, the feelings Tristan felt at ease putting aside bubbling to the surface now? Lucien’s initiation to them. It was probably lust, Tristan realized (ignoring how his heart spurned in break at the thought), he had been asleep for quite a long time. It only made sense, even if burned Tristan with frost. “I-” Nothing would come out of a lie, especially when Lucien so clearly knew the truth. “The extent of my feelings matters not. It doesn’t make you any less of a fool.” He needed the redirect cause this was hardly the time for discussions of feelings. Feelings were the least of Tristan’s priorities. “I will not allow you to die.” And for how much Tristan wanted his emotions buried they couldn’t help but spur the moment Lucien suggested such a thing. “But you must take heed of me this time. No more going rogue.” It may have been an impossible promise for Lucien to make but the only way for this to work was a true partnership, without Lucien running off to do things that would get them all killed.

The fact that Tristan was jumping straight to threats only meant that he still cared and that was the only confirmation that Lucien needed to be able to sleep well when his head hit the pillow later. He had been worried during his time in limbo that perhaps he had wounded their relationship beyond all repair but the fact that he could still get this kind of rise out of his oldest ally? Well, that was a good sign if he’d ever seen one. “Don’t get all huffy, love. We both know that you missed me far too much for any of that.” It wasn’t fair for him to taunt Tristan this way, he knew that. The man in front of him had made it evident years ago that he wanted nothing more than Lucien’s full time and attention and everything could be simple. Easy. The only thing standing in the way of Lucien’s happiness with Tristan was Lucien himself. Knowing this didn’t make the matter any easier to cope with, though, and he was willing to push his luck. He had just returned from the dead, after all. Surely luck was on his side for the time being?

“I want you to say it,” Lucien whispered, taking a step closer to Tristan. His eyes were locked onto those of his companion, unblinking and intense. There was a sincerity in his tone that hadn’t been there in years and he wondered if Tristan noticed it. It was clear just in the haste with which he refused the prospect of Lucien perishing once more that there was more than just friendship between them, but he wanted Tristan to finally admit it. “You don’t want me to go off on my own, make the same mistakes, get another dagger in my heart? Fine. I’ll play it your way, do it smart, all logic and boring planning instead of passion and revenge schemes and I just want one thing in return.” His hand found Tristan’s chest, pushing him backwards once more into the same wall that they had crashed into just minutes before. “I want your confession. I want you to say it, out loud, once and for all.”

#ch: tristan

becomingfractured:

‘ yeah definitely find me, i won’t partake, but i would be one hell of a chaperone. i’ll make sure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself or someone else. i heard ego death can be kinda tough, ’ she nods with a laugh. men and their egos. priscilla had plenty of experiences of talking folks off the ledge, metaphorically and ( almost ) literally. the man looked innocuous enough, plus she could defend herself now, and by defend she meant orb away in a jiffy if things got a little hairy. ‘ a cup of tea never hurt anyone, ’ she offers with a small shrug of her shoulders. ‘ sure. usually i’m an iced tea drinker, but something tells me you’re not. i think i can do with something a little hotter for the time being. ’

“Oh, come on, it was your idea!” Lucien teases, shaking his head at her refusal. “If I am going to eat some magic fungus, you have to join in the festivities. If ego death comes for us both, at least we go down together.” It was odd, having such an innocent conversation. Lucien couldn’t remember the last time that he had let himself enjoy someone’s company without an ulterior motive lurking beneath the surface but it was a refreshing feeling. His nose wrinkles at the mention of iced tea, shaking his head in distaste. “No, that iced stuff is absolute swill. I’ll make you the best cuppa you’ve ever had, c’mon.”

#ch: priscilla

moralivity:

Not a nurse and sure not a doctor either. Stefan really hoped Klaus or Caroline didn’t come in at this moment, see a stranger, and behead him. Then again a stranger specifically confronting him could be a poor sign too considering what history inclined. “A message from who?” He asked with narrowed eyes, wondering if he called loud enough would either of his lovers hear him in distress, or just anyone. He would really rather not die after escaping death once, and if he did die in a hospital bed of all places Stefan didn’t see Caroline moving on from it easily. Or maybe ever.

Lucien can sense the anxiety within the other man, and he does his best to move quickly. As much as both Katherine and Tristan surely thought that he was kidding, Lucien truly was trying to turn over a new leaf. He was desperate to change the way that he had lived his life; it was the only way he was going to manage to stay alive. “I was employed by Lucien Castle before his death,” he started, pulling an envelope from his back pocket. “In the case of his death, he wanted you to have this.” He smiles softly as he hands Stefan the letter, standing up to take his leave. “I hope that the words bring you some kind of peace, Mr. Salvatore.”

#ch: stefan

ofchaoticminds:

He could quite literally count the number of friends he had on one hand, over the years many people have tried to befriend Bash but he ran them off, killed them or just completely dismissed them. Attachments meant caring, and he liked the careless life he led, it made things easier. Was Bash without his humanity? Fuck no. Should that be concerning to those around him? Yes. He reveled in the vampire life he lived, did he have regrets? Sure, but he didn’t dwell on them. There was no changing the past. He looks up, icy blue hues taking in the other as he let his words register. Friend. He didn’t look like a friend, and no one was stupid enough to approach him with such claims. Not unless they had merit. “You cheeky little bastard.” Realization sets in, a mischievous smirk gracing his features, “I come all the way here from England hearing of your death to find you in a new meat suit. Sounds like there’s a story there.”

There weren’t many people that Lucien had sired over the years that he kept in touch with, but Bash and Cas were the exceptions to that rule. His relationship with each other them was obviously quite different. Cas was the Bonnie to his Clyde, his partner in crime. Bash was more like the son that Lucien had never had and he was glad to see him alive and well. The smirk the younger man donned was mirrored on his own lips as everything kicked into place and he didn’t hesitate to pull Bash into a crushing hug. He grinned as he pulled back, one hand grasping his shoulder like a proud father. “Aww, come on now. Don’t go getting all soft on me. You, of all people, should know that even if I was dead I would find a way to make sure that it wasn’t permanent.” His smile softens and he nods slightly. “It’s good to see you, old friend.”

#ch: bash

rxgclity:

“So you’re from here?” she questioned with a raised brow, wondering why this guy seemed to be open with her. Was it even considered open if he was just sharing that he was from this place? She didn’t know and she found herself conflicted on whether to go with him or not. “I can’t deny a good drink,” she finally said, the tiny little devil on her shoulder deciding for her, “where to, Mr. Local?”

“Not quite from here. Hence the accent,” he answered with an amused grin. Even in a body that wasn’t his, the accent was the one thing that Lucien had never been able to disguise. He wouldn’t want to, even if it was possible. “That’s what I like to hear,” he answered with a grin, nodding his head towards Scull Bar down the street. “Follow me, love, and we’ll get there soon enough.”

#ch: cas

ofxpressicns:

Lexi heard his words, appalled and kind of hurt. It’s not about some guy. I just feel lost. I’ve lost a lot of things. People. Or people I thought cared for me. My friends are getting hurt. I feel useless and I hate that feeling,” She explained. But then she stopped, looking at him. “Who the hell are you? Another white lighter or something? Maybe you’ll be better at this then I am,”

Lucien couldn’t help the scoff that sprang forth from his lips, rolling his eyes at her answer. “It’s life, sweetheart. People get hurt, they die, they move away. You can’t hold it all in like it’s a personal attack against you. You’re never going to live a life without hurt, so stop acting like it’s a unique situation and be the strong woman you’re supposed to be.” The idea that anyone could mistake him as a whitelighter, as someone good, was laughable and he shook his head. “No, not a whitelighter. Just someone with a vested interest in the matter at hand.”

#ch: lexi

galgadotssss-deactivated2016071

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@longroadhcme

#and if my wishes came true it would have been you — katherine

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@longroadhcme

#and if my wishes came true it would have been you — katherine

longroadhcme:

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Lucien had an innate ability at understanding Katherine, unlike most others. And whilst, physically, she was more than happy to give into him, she knew he desired more than the meetings of their flesh. He wanted her body. Her mind. Her heart and soul. Not anything that the doppelganger was keen to give up without a fight. “Oh, I’m more than happy to stop resisting.” Lips, as close as they could possibly get to his own, without them actually touching. Instead, she was able to feel the warmth of his breathe against her features, the sensation that only a slight push would allow them to give into the other, in a way that they’d been desperate for for nearly a hundred years. “I just have a feeling, it’s not going to be the way you want.” It would not mean anything more than the physical act. A way to scratch that itch. However, if he wanted more from her, then yes, he was going to have to wait for that. Perhaps? There was honestly no guarantees at this point. For, this was Katherine. The woman was fickle. Bored easily. And selfish, beyond compare. Was she really the woman he wanted to lure out of her shell, in an emotional sense? She supposed that said a lot for his type. Though of course, she was adamant she was top tier in that department. Everyone else being in agreement? Not so much. “Let’s not be so dramatic. I’m doing this for your own good.” Another selfless action, on her part? Not that she’d draw attention to that, though of course, he was quick to notice the amount of effort on her part, where Klaus and Lucien’s body was concerned. “Fallon cares. Tristan too, perhaps. I, on the other hand? Need you.” A smirk followed suit, in typical fashion. “It’s not about those pesky sentiments, Luc. I can care about you one day, sure. But, wouldn’t you rather we were allies? Partners?” Her tongue grazing against her own lips, as she fought the urge further to give into him. “We’re the same, you and I. Capable of so much more.” But, if all he wanted was his body, and to resort back to his past antics, then, she had sorely underestimated him, and the potential he would hold in her life. In so many ways. “All you need to know, is you’re safe. I will not allow any harm to come to your body. Take that action, as what you will. Now, kiss me. Or, shall we get down to business?”

Lucien Castle did many things well, but not giving into his impulses wasn’t one of them. It was taking every single ounce of self control that he had not to grab Katherine by the back of her neck, lips crashing down onto hers, letting himself give in to the hold that she held over him. That kind of entrancing was something that the doppelganger specialized in, and he refused to be just another fly caught in her web. He wouldn’t allow her to mark him down as some meaningless lay, another story of a man that fell for and got burned by the Petrova charm. “And what makes you think that you’re such an expert in my deepest, darkest desires, Kat?” he whispered back, careful not to let his lips brush hers as he spoke. Even the slightest touch would cause his resolve to completely crumble and he couldn’t allow that. This was a battle of will and he was determined to win. He knew that she hated to be questioned and it was half of the reason that she did it. Forcing Katherine to talk, to spill her innermost thoughts and feelings, that was the only way that he was going to get the upper hand and manage to keep it. She could taunt him with not giving him everything that he wanted all she liked, but he knew the truth. She would love him, and he would love her if they’d just let themselves. “I’m not being dramatic at all, love. I’m simply stating that it’s my body and I’m fairly certain that means that I should be the one that gets to make the final decision about what happens to me.” He didn’t care how well thought out her plan was, there was no way in hell that he was going to rest until she clued him in on the whereabouts of his original form. He sighs at the mention of Fallon, well aware of the mess that he had left the young heretic in. In all honesty, he was surprised to learn that she was still alive. He had expected Klaus to rip her heart from her chest the second that he laid eyes on her again. It was a happy surprise, at least, to find out that she still remained alive and in one piece. Tristan, on the other hand, was an entirely different tale and one that he was certain Katherine wanted answers about. “And what is it that the great Katherine Pierce could possibly need from me?” he mused, one eyebrow kinked in interest. His eyes roll at the specific titles that she chose to assign to their rather complex relationship. Neither offering seemed to fully encompass the full scope of their entanglement. “Mm, neither of those titles work for me, actually. Too much like a transaction and I don’t do business with people I have a personal relationship with. Give it another go, love. I’m sure you’ll find the word you were looking for.” Her defiance was fading, he could see it in those devilish doe brown eyes and Lucien was just waiting for the right moment to make his move. “We might be the same but that means your usual tricks won’t work with me, Kat. So while I will table the subject of my body for the moment, don’t expect the topic to remain undiscussed.” A grin came over him at her demand and he doesn’t move a muscle. “I’ll kiss you as soon as you beg for it. Ask me again. Once more, with feeling.”