#alaricseer

[jonvandernoorde]

"How is it that every time I find myself well-positioned, you appear with no intent but to meddle?"

(Immortal au? Still adore the idea that anytime ala gets proximity to power jon catches wind & finds him)

"Because you can't help advertise your position to as many people as possible. Seriously, I was on another continent when I heard of you." Jon picked up a raspberry and dipped it in the bowl of fresh honey. He closed his eyes and made a low, pleasurable moan.

The people in the court stared at the scene unfolding before them. Some unkempt, road weary mercenary had burst into the Great Hall, pushed passed the guards, and now perched on the edge of their lord's table, taking his food.

For his part, Jon smirked down at Alaric. "So, are you going to offer me a contract or do I have to 'negotiate'." The tone made the sexual intent clear.

[atricksterwithwings]

Reunion

Running. He had to keep running. Gabriel forced himself to run despite every muscle and tendon in his body screaming in pain, leaping over boulders and logs as he sprinted through the forest.

He was almost certain that his brothers were still chasing his red herring on the other side of the world. Because he would be damned before he would lead them to him. To Alaric.

However, Gabriel could feel the last of his Grace diminishing, meaning the illusion of himself that was running through a cornfield in some place in Ohio, was starting to flicker. Meaning that he was running out of time.

He had to be close, he could sense the fae’s magic. It was when he came upon the estate that he sagged against a tree in relief. He wiped the blood from his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from the pain.

He wanted to desperately to use his powers to just appear within the safety of the four walls, but he knew he couldn’t. Not just because he wasn’t sure if he had enough Grace to do even that much, but because he was almost certain that using it for that would attract his siblings to his location.

He limped as fast as he could, ready to start crawling if the other leg gave out.

When he finally got to the door, he began pounding on it with the arm that wasn’t broken. “Alaric! ALARIC!” He called out as his vision started to get spotty. “ ‘s me! Gabe! Fuck I think I’m gonna pass out,” he mumbled the last part to himself as he leaned against the door for support.

@alaricseer

[pride-of-azkets]

"Sit down, the chores can wait an hour, I promise." Ala indicated the cushion at his feet with the hairbrush.

Outside their lighthouse haven, the skies were gray and moody, far from inviting. He hoped it would help sway Soudan into lingering.

"Its practical, let me refresh your braids."

It was true, Soudan lingered at the windows and watched the sky pull from the water the white off its waves to replace the clouds that had gone to hide in a sky that threatened storms. He could see the small rowboat he meant to pull in bobbing uncertainly, lobster traps suddenly looking too close to the rocky bluffs leading down the steep cliff side. But behind him was the heat of a tended fire and a sweet man beckoning him back with warmth and tenderness, and he retreated.

Without complaint he sat at Ala’s feet on the provided cushion, folding his legs and resting back against the armchair where his lover sat. Was it true that it was time to rebraid? Perhaps he’d been distant watching the skyline for longer than he meant to be as this season saw unusually ferocious weather. Time sometimes seemed like a thin soup.

“We could have waves high enough to reach the coop,” he said, thinking of the chickens they kept. Soudan caught himself from saying more about the color of the sky or the way the scraggly lighthouse cat that stunk of dead fish and had come with their stay was seen shoving itself through a knot in one of the few trees, its entrance forcing the birds inside to abandon. He wondered if that cat knew more about the sea than even him.

Instead of saying more he caught Ala’s hand as he went to begin unbraiding and pressed a sincere kiss to his knuckles.

[chaosfaery]

starter for @draighean

It was the whispering that lured her.

Lilé found herself wandering down stairs she had never seen before, ancient and earthen. Everything was soil and roots - and she could feel Blackthorn everywhere. The roots were old, and powerful. Buy more than that: she could smell blood.

And so she walked, barefoot, the scent strengthening until she came to a room that had her stare in surprise.

Tables, benches, cages. Chains. She gazed at it all in wonder. Lilé was not naive enough to be unaware of the purpose; she knew full well that Blackthorn had a sadistic streak, that his lands often needed to be fed with blood. But to see it so close…

Fingers ran along a pristine table, and she imagined it. Thorn running a blade along her soft skin, his roots curling around her legs, thorns wounding her flesh. His smile, his kisses along the injuries, tasting her life as it bled for him.

Gods, she was endlessly curious. Would Thorn want to experiment with her? Feed her blood to the earth?

Her mouth curved at the thought, and she stroked an exposed root with her bare foot, letting it be plainly obvious to her beloved where she was.

[featherbrainedangel]

@alaricseer

IT HAS BEEN YEARS. I DIDNT REALISE I STILL HAD THIS ACCOUNT. HOW WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT SEEING THIS BE LIKE

"hey that slutty fae would love this"

[idontkillorphans]

@alaricseer

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Sleipnirs body ached, relieved from the heavy armour he lugged around all day and night, leaving a tightness across his shoulders and lower back which would not be healed with a good nights rest.

He turned his head, frown settling on the prince when he made himself known. "And whose fault is that?" He remarked when the boy mentioned never seeing him in a state of undress like this. "Not to mention it is...improper. Your highness." Sleipnir freed his arm from his wrist.

"Why? Interested how an old fighter really looks?" Sleipnir did not consider himself ideal. He was an old mutt masquerading as a well to do knight. Ala was...firstly a prince. And secondly fae. No doubt to be sold to the highest bidder one day.

"It is nothing impressive, your majesty."

[evileyeaisling]

"So, I've not really celebrated this holiday before, and I'm not sure what the age is meant to be-" Alaric caught himself rambling, stopped and gave Aisling an apologetic smile. "What I am trying to say, is that I hid chocolate for the twins, and for the harpies."

He had also spent a silly amount on a giant stuffed rabbit, but that could be dealt with later.

Aisling stared at Alaric, hand covering her mouth as she snorted. It took her a moment to compose herself before she could speak without giggling. “Of course, it makes sense, you’re usually away for Easter. My darling, I hide eggs every year,” she began to dissolve into a fit of giggles, “That means this year we’ve hidden twice as many eggs!”

She cupped his face, touching her forehead to his as she laughed, “They’re all going to be searching for ages to find them all.” Aisling barely managed to stifle her laughter for long enough to kiss Alaric. “The kids will have a blast! Ahhh, well, that means you and I will have more time to relax, won’t it?

She gave a few more chuckles, “Oh my gosh… Well, would you like to hand out the baskets so they can start searching?”

[cigarettesandcoffee]

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@alaricseer 👀 (special image because it's us)

in addition to lily's post, here we observe the ACTUAL longest running ship I have on this blog; Luciano and Alaric. this is like a decade old ship at this point.

jaymes may in fact be unknowable and eldrich, but that does not stop me from holding him very near and dear to my heart.

he is very special to me, so much so that some of the tattoos on my body are drawn by him (@unfoxmeart go follow you sluts)

I don't think I've said it to him, but jaymes is one of my comfort people. we don't talk very frequently (being a cosmic horror is a busy job, after all. I understand) but that doesn't make him mean any less to me. the minute I see I have a message from him, my heart lights up and it's like we never stopped talking

but also if he tells you I'm a colony of ants in a trench coat, he's a filthy liar, spray him with water and accuse ala of having an ovipositor kink.