Don’t Forget The Sun

James takes some time to visit home and realizes that he has been a total ass to Lafayette.

Of course, our favorite hippy has to make it up to him. [Originally posted on]

Status: Completed Genre(s): Vampires & Werewolves, Drama, Fantasy, LGTBQ, Psychological, Romance, Tragedy Pairing(s): Lafayette Reynolds x Jesús Velasquez, James Kent x Lafayette Reynolds Series: Rating(s): Mature Content Tag(s): funking out family drama short story Lafayette is a medium true blood family sexy times vampires blood drinking lafayette x james forgiveness bad things happen to good people Author’s Note: This was originally posted on Ao3 . Synopsis: Funking out doesn’t fix everything, but at least if feels good. After a visit home to see his father, James realizes that he’s been a total ass to Lafayette and he should make it (more…)

All Of Me Doesn’t Belong Here

After the meeting, Bregðask went to school. By the end of the day, his tunic was torn, he had at least three bruises that had blossomed and healed within a few hours and a bit of a headache. The pain in his chest had turned into a stabbing pain and forces his attention towards the sea. He ignored it and went to visit Aslog the way he had every Friday since she had been pronounced doomed to die of whatever mysterious plague she had contracted. He suspected that it was the same one that his uncle would have died from (more…)

For Most People At Least

Bregðask spent the night reading the letter from his mother and drafting a reply. In all the years he’d been receiving these unaddressed letters, he’d never asked why she never addressed it to him or signed her name. She once said that he would know her name when they met formally and he’d left it at that. He assumed it was a custom of where she was from along with everything else, and maybe it was also a ploy to keep their correspondence a secret. Maybe the scent is the signature? As dawn rose over the next day, Bregðask reviewed (more…)

Yet, It’s Home

Bregðask returned to the Harvard clan house after dropping off Lea, Su Jin, and Jyoti at the town inn. Hilda was just setting the table and keen to hear about his strange adventure. Her expression had been warm and proud of his actions, but he’d seen the anger in her eyes at the thought of the three women being in danger because of the goðar. She packed up a basket and went to go visit the women the next morning with Bregðask. Óðinndøgr passed practically without him noticing, as did the school day on Þórrdøgr. Before he knew it, he (more…)

And Just West Of Civilization

Lea frowned, “Why is that? What’s on that side of the island?” “Eels,” he looked into the sky and guessed they had enough time to get to the beach before the sun went down completely if they ran, “Ones you don’t really want to tangle with. When high tide comes, they flood the caves, and you don’t want to be there when that happens.” “How do I get there?” She asked. “How fast can you run?” She swallowed, “Fast enough. Su Jin, get yourselves out and away from the water. We’re heading your way.” “Got it,” she replied, and Lea (more…)

Just Past Complicated

Bregðask leaned against the post of an awning as Hilda shopped for things for dinner just as she always had every Týrdøgr afternoon for as long as he remembered. The marketplace was housed in the island’s main square, and just like every Týrdøgr in the late winter just after skammdegí was ending, Svein was delivering the address that Bregðask had written just a few days prior about how they fared and what everyone needed to know for the upcoming summer. Around him were people of Calder and people from beyond the shores of the archipelago with cameras, apparently fascinated by (more…)