#house liam

I'm not totally sure how I'd fix them just yet, but I think I'd start by changing them from House Liam into the Order of Saint Liam. They're respected by many seelie fae; not so much by unseelie fae.

I would have the story go that King Liam felt that Christianity's teachings on kindness, charity, etc., complemented the Seelie way, and so he syncretized them into fae philosophy. The story would say that he appreciated the Church for its work in keeping records and preserving literature, and decided to found his own order.

Members of the Order of Saint Liam are usually pretty sincere about that kindness and charity stuff, but they also heavily lean Traditionalist. Like, they believe childlings should never go hungry, but they also believe that monarchy is innately good.

Sir Lucan Findlay is invited up to Dreamborn Keep by the handsome and gregarious Lord Avaddwyn Penvaine for a weekend of dross hunting, friendly bonding, and gorgeous scenery. For Lucan, gorgeous scenery includes Lord Avaddwyn himself.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Changeling: the Dreaming

Relationship: Original Male Character/Original Male Character

Character: Original Changeling Character(s) (Changeling: The Dreaming)

Everyone has those "stories I play in my head as I'm falling asleep," and this is the one for me. Or at least, a small part of it. In the Changeling: the Dreaming game I play in my head, Sir Lucan and Lord Avaddwyn have a long, adventurous relationship with a deep courtship and lots of kinky sex. Since I needed to write some fun smut to distract myself from The Horrors, I picked them.

I did not expect this to be almost 12.5k words, but hey, The Horrors are many.

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"Liam" Theo begged. "Please wake up"

Liam had been hit with a spell, cast by some witch. A spell that consumed him with anger. A spell making him unable to recognize the chimera he was tearing apart, bit by bit.

Theo wiped the blood from his face, his entire body aching.

"Liam please"

But the boy he had grown to love couldn't hear him. Couldn't hear his cries of pain as he tore through his flesh and broke his bones. Theo couldn't brake through the witches spell even as he struggled to take each breath.

Liam's face was distorted in anger. His eyes unseeing, his ears not able to hear Theo's pleas. He did not know who he had under his claws. All he knew was the anger that now consumed him like fire. The anger driving him to tear, to destroy, to kill.

Theo felt Liam's claws tear through is flesh once again, black beginning to frame his vision. Theo could only whimper as the love of his life tore his claws into his chest, resting them above his heart. The boy who brought him back, was finally ending him, the way his sister had, time and time again.

The black creeped further and further together, as Liam's fist broke through his bloodied skin.

"Liam I love you" the words came out as less than a whisper, as Theo finally gave into the darkness that had been threatening to take him. Just as he was closing his eyes. Above him he faintly heard a horrified gasp.

"Theo?"

The little boy giggled gleefully as he watched Mrs. Jenkins opening her door and looking around for the third time.

As soon as her door closed, this time noticeably more forceful than before, he carefully crept out of his hiding place around the corner and slowly, slowly tiptoed towards the door again.

His finger almost on the bell, feet already in position to run off again, excitement bubbling in this stomach – the door opened.

“Hello boy”, the old woman croaked, “I have freshly baked cookies in my kitchen, do you want one?”

The little boy's face, brightened up again, slowly losing his fearful expression.

He nodded eagerly and followed Mrs. Jenkins inside, the door closing behind him with an audible click.

Theo Raeken pulls a folded tissue from his pocket and wipes his hands on it, the white cloth immediately stains red but his eyes never leave the body that is laying in front of him.

The witch has had a lot of fight left inside her, for how old she had been but in the end she had met her rightful fate.

How many children she must have fed on for staying alive that long... Theo shuddered. Even as a witch hunter you never got used to seeing this like this.

He looks around the small living area one more time, making sure none of the traces can be followed back to him; as he meets two frightful blue eyes, peaking out behind the closet doors.

“Hey”, carefully the young hunter steps closer, “you can come out now, she's dead and I won't hurt you, I promise.”

The doors open so slowly it seems impossible but then a boy, around 14 steps outside the cabinet. He is thin, his shirt looks dirty and too small on him but his blue eyes are glowing full of life as he watches Theo wearily.

“What is your name? I am Theodore but you can call me Theo if you want.”

The boy stares at the witch’s body, unable to move until Theo steps in his sightlines and goes down on his knees. “I promise, she can't hurt you anymore.”

Electric eyes meet his own as a small smile lights up the boy's face.

“Liam. My name is Liam.”

While all fae ultimately derive the Glamour which sustains them from the collective creativity of humanity, few save the members of House Liam believe they owe any debt to mortals. Self-appointed protectors of human kind, the lords of Liam's house have sacrificed the respect of the other Seelie houses by placing their chosen duty before their loyalty to their own kind. At least, so they are seen by others. As House Liam sees it, safeguarding humanity is the only way to assure the continued existence of the Dreaming. Thus, their untiring defence of mortal folk is truly enacted in service to all fae.

House Liam moodboard

Noble Sidhe Houses: (11/13)

Welcome to the 2019 #Squadghouls Pumpking Carving Extrazaganza!

by me, Manspirations

All Liam wants to do on Halloween is destress from Midterms and win $100 dollars in a Pumpkin Carving Contest. How hard could that be? Apparently, excruciatingly when you have attractive Pizza Delivery guys barging into your Apartment as they please.

Written for the Thiam House of Horrors Halloween Event (Carving Pumpkins)

@officialthiamlibrary

(House Liam for the Win!)

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“At least fatten me up before you throw me on the spick,” Theo scoffed back, more amused than alarmed. Nothing about them truly shouted, ‘Your-sacrifices-will-be-remembered’ other than the wisp of feminine squeals floating above their heads.

“Fatten yourself.” The guy flipped back, his eyes too peeled on the ongoings of their kinky seance to pay attention to Theo. What self-respecting Pizza Delivery guy would he be if he let that continue?

“Mmm,” his gaze trickled over the guy’s body, pajama bottoms too tight for a lazy night at home. He absolutely agreed with the style choice. “Keep walking like that and I will.” The guy tripped over the boldness of his comment and honestly, that plus the sour blush was all the Tip he needed from this transaction, “Not that this isn’t mildly entertaining and all, but can I get a signature on this or wh-”