#garrett lee pace

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * GARRETT HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 his soulmate is a bookworm

the moment he meets you, he knows.

it’s like the whole world stills, and suddenly, the nomadic life he’s lived for centuries feels dull in comparison to the warmth radiating from you.

you, with your cozy sweaters, your vintage dresses that hug your curves just right, and the scent of old books and spiced tea lingering around you.

garrett is fascinated by your world.

he’s been all over, seen wars, revolutions, and the rise and fall of empires, but nothing is as captivating as the little expressions you make when you’re deep in a story.

the furrow of your brow when something angsty happens, the soft smile when there’s a romantic moment—he drinks it all in like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

sometimes, he playfully nudges your book down with his finger just to see you huff at him before he grins and kisses your forehead.

he could spend eternity just sitting beside you, listening as you excitedly ramble about your latest read.

garrett likes tracing his fingers over your bookshelves.

he likes the feel of the worn spines, the way some books have little annotations in the margins, proof of how much you’ve loved them.

he always asks which ones are your favorites, and even though he’s not much of a reader himself, he remembers every single title you mention.

one night, you find him idly flipping through one of your books, his thumb running over your underlined passages, and when you ask what he’s doing, he just shrugs. “trying to see the world the way you do, sweetheart.”

he has zero concept of ‘not interrupting’ while you’re reading.

he tries, he really does, but then you shift on the couch, and your sweater slips off one shoulder, revealing the soft curve of your skin, and suddenly, he has to touch you.

“that book’s been getting more attention than me for the past two hours, sweetheart,” he murmurs, trailing cool fingers up your arm. “think i should be jealous?”

he becomes your personal heater.

you love the way he feels—cool against your skin, soothing when you’re wrapped up in a thick knit sweater.

he loves that you always gravitate toward him in the colder months, burying yourself against his chest with a cup of tea in hand.

garrett is an old-school romantic.

maybe it’s your style, the soft curls in your hair, the way your dresses cinch at the waist like something out of a ‘50s love story, but he finds himself slipping into that old-fashioned charm without even meaning to.

he holds doors, kisses your knuckles, and when he pulls you into a slow dance in the middle of your living room, it feels like something out of a classic film.

garrett spoils you in ways you don’t even realize.

you’ll casually mention a book you’ve been wanting, and the next day, it’s sitting on your bedside table.

he finds a dress in a style he knows you love and leaves it draped over the back of your reading chair.

he never makes a big deal out of it, just smirks when you thank him and says, “what can i say? i like seeing you happy.”

he builds your book collection.

you mention an out-of-print novel you’ve been searching everywhere for? consider it yours by the next time you see him.

he’s lived long enough to know where to find the rarest books, and he loves the way your eyes light up when he presents you with a new addition to your shelves.

your bay window nook becomes his favorite place.

he’s never been one to stay still for long, but he finds himself lingering in your cozy little reading corner more often than not.

sometimes, he pretends to read just so he has an excuse to stay close, watching the way your fingers trace the pages, the way your expression changes with every twist in the story.

he insists on carrying you to bed when you fall asleep in your book nook.

it’s become a routine at this point.

you curl up in the oversized chair by the bay window, reading until your eyes grow heavy.

the next thing you know, you’re waking up tucked beneath warm blankets with garrett beside you, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm.

“you should really stop falling asleep in uncomfortable places, doll,” he teases, even though he secretly loves any excuse to hold you.

garrett is endlessly fascinated by your love of tea.

he likes watching you make it—likes the ritual of it, the way you hum softly while you carefully select a blend, measure out the leaves, and steep them to perfection.

the first time you make a cup just for him he’s oddly touched. “you really are something else, aren’t you?” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

and even though he can’t taste it, he loves when you let him hold the warm mug just so he can feel the heat in his hands.

he picks up on your favorites, the ones that help you sleep, the ones that comfort you after a long day.

he doesn’t need to drink it to appreciate the warmth it brings to your life.

you introduce him to the concept of cozy nights in.

for someone who’s spent most of his existence constantly on the move, the idea of just staying home, wrapped in soft blankets with you, is entirely foreign—but he loves it.

he’ll stretch out on the couch, letting you rest your head on his chest while you read aloud to him, your voice a soothing melody against the quiet crackle of the fireplace.

garrett gets jealous of fictional love interests.

he doesn’t realize it at first, but the more you gush about certain book characters, the more he feels the need to prove himself.

“oh, so this mr. darcy guy gets all the praise for being broody and romantic?” he pulls you into his lap with an easy smirk. “sweetheart, i’ve been broody for centuries. where’s my credit?”

he adores your vintage aesthetic.

he has a deep appreciation for your style—the way your 1950s-style dresses hug your curves just right, the delicate lace trims, the softness of your sweaters.

sometimes, when you’re bustling around the house, he catches himself just… watching.

taking in the way the fabric sways with your movement, how effortlessly beautiful you are. “damn, i’m so lucky” he murmurs to himself.

he worships every inch of you with kisses and whispered praises, never letting a single insecurity cross your mind.

he’s incredibly tactile with you.

he loves the softness of you, the way you fit against him so perfectly.

his hands are always on you—holding your waist, brushing your hair back, tracing the dip of your spine when you lean against him.

if you ever feel self-conscious, he shuts it down immediately. “sweetheart, do you have any idea how perfect you are?” he doesn’t just say it—he shows it, again and again, until there’s not a single doubt left in your mind.

garrett learns to slow down for you.

he’s always lived like the wind—fast, untamed, never lingering in one place for too long. but with you, he realizes that not all moments need to be fleeting.

there’s something profound in the stillness, in the quiet evenings spent wrapped in your arms, in the way you sip your tea and turn the pages of your book as if there’s all the time in the world.

your home, with its overflowing bookshelves and warm, inviting atmosphere, has become his sanctuary.

he still has that wanderer’s spirit, still loves adventure, but suddenly, he wants to share all of it with you.

he wants to take you to hidden bookshops in old european cities, dance with you under the northern lights, watch you experience the world with that same wonder you get when you open a brand-new book.

because for the first time in his long, long life, he’s found something worth staying for.

he might be a nomad at heart, but you?

you are the one place he never wants to leave.

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Lee Pace BTS in Breaking Dawn 2

[arcana-greenleaf]

Can I please request Garrett as a girl dad? 😭😭😭 Even as a vampire he'd be so gentle and loving! I'd love to see him with a human mate who happens to be a single mama.

First off, thank you so much for this request! :) I absolutely loved the idea of Garrett as a girl dad, and I had so much fun writing this. I decided to mix headcanons with full scenes to try and bring his relationship with Reader and Lily to life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💖

Garrett had wandered into the small town looking for nothing in particular. He never stayed in one place too long, but something about this town felt... different.

He first saw you at the grocery store, struggling with a tired, fussy toddler on your hip while trying to pay for the groceries. Lily, barely four years old, was squirming in your arms, clearly unhappy about something. Garrett wasn’t one to intervene in human affairs, but when he heard the cashier’s rude tone, something inside him bristled. “Look, lady, if you don’t have enough-” You sighed, clearly exhausted and completely done with the cashier, and reached for your wallet with one hand while the other tried to keep Lily still. “I do. I just need a second.” Something in Garrett made him want to help. In a blur too fast for human eyes to catch, he stepped beside you and placed a crisp bill on the counter. “This should cover it.” You turned to him startled and confused as Lily blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Oh, no, you don’t have to!” “I insist,” Garrett said smoothly, flashing a charming smile. He turned to Lily and spoke in a gentle manner that surprised even him. “Besides, it looks like this little one deserves a treat after being so patient.” Lily studied him carefully, then, in a completely unexpected move, reached for his wild hair. “You look like a pirate!” Garrett chuckled. “Aye, that I do, lass.” You shook your head but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you. That was… kind of you.” Garrett tipped an imaginary hat. “Anytime.” And just like that, he was hooked.

You have been hesitant at first. A mysterious, handsome man appearing out of nowhere and taking an interest in you and your daughter? It sounded like the start of a fairy tale….or a horror story. But Garrett was patient. He didn’t push nor did he invade your space. He simply kept showing up wherever you guys went, always ready with a smile for Lily and a knowing look for you. One evening, he found you sitting on the porch, visibly exhausted, while Lily played in the yard. He took a seat as well and watched the little girl chase fireflies. “She likes you,” you admitted, almost begrudgingly. Garrett smirked. “What’s not to like?” You rolled your eyes at him. “She doesn’t warm up to people easily.” Garrett watched as Lily toddled over to him and held up a tiny hand. He extended his own, letting her place a glowing firefly in his palm. “Seems to me she’s got good instincts.” Lily beamed and gave him a toothy grin. “You can keep it!” Garrett smiled endearingly. "An honoured gift, princess." Your heart softened a little more.

Despite his wild, rebellious nature, Garrett is shockingly gentle with Lily. He makes sure to always speak softly to her, even when he’s passionate or frustrated about something else.

It starts as a joke, but Garrett becomes the designated client at Lily's hair salon. Lily loves his long hair and insists on playing with it, weaving it into messy braids and pigtails, and adorning it with colourful hair clips and flower crowns. At first, he pretended to hate it but it was really obvious that he loved it. He even begged you to teach him how to braid hair so he could do Lily’s hair as well.

(you are planning to buy Lily a kid's makeup set next, Garret would look really good with sparkly blue eyeshadow)

Garrett has fought in wars and challenged authority figures, but he will sit through an entire tea party wearing a ridiculous hat if it makes Lily happy. you secretly take pictures

He feels an overwhelming instinct to keep you safe. Whether it's shielding you from supernatural threats or simply ensuring Lily never crosses the street without holding his hand, he is hyper-aware of your safety.

Let's be real he has centuries of knowledge and firsthand historical experience, so bedtime stories with Garrett are next level. Lily gets to hear about the Revolutionary War in dramatic detail, but he always makes sure to tone it down to keep it child-friendly. Just you wait when she is old enough so he can help her with her History homework…

As a vampire, he doesn’t sleep, eat, or get tired, but he adjusts to human life. He learns how to cook even if he doesn’t eat the food. The food was inedible in his humble beginnings but with time he started getting better. He even started preparing Lily's lunch and is always trying to arrange it into some animal-looking thing with a little note. While cooking, Garrett wears a ‘kiss the cook’ apron only because you got it for him.....he huffs and puffs if you don't actually kiss him.

It happened on accident. Garrett had been in your lives for almost a year by now, seamlessly blending into your little world. Lily adored him, and you – well, you had stopped pretending you didn’t a long time ago. One night, Lily was half-asleep after the bedtime story when she reached for him instead of you. “Daddy,” she murmured, curling into his chest. Garrett froze. Time stopped. You were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and a hand over your mouth. Lily’s breathing evened out, already lost to sleep again, but Garrett felt something shift deep in his immortal cold heart. Later, when you met his gaze and whispered, “Are you okay?” he swallowed hard, his voice rough when he finally spoke. “I’ve never been better.” Garrett didn’t move for a long time. The sound of Lily’s sleepy voice echoing in his head felt like a shock to his system. Something shifted and clicked into place in a way he never knew was possible. Daddy. He had lived through centuries, fought wars, and roamed aimlessly through life without a single attachment. And yet here he was, with a tiny human trusting him enough to give him a title that carried more weight than anything he had ever known. He glanced up at you. You were still watching him with an unreadable expression, but your eyes were soft. Softer than he had ever seen them. Slowly, you stepped forward, kneeling beside the couch where he sat. “She already thinks of you that way,” you whispered. “I think… I think she has for a while.” Garrett carefully adjusted Lily in his arms, his fingers brushing through her soft curls. “And you?” You sucked in a breath but didn't look away. "You know how I feel." He did. He had known for weeks, maybe even months, but hearing it aloud, seeing it in your eyes – it was completely different. Garrett reached for your hand, his cool fingers tracing over your knuckles. “I’ve never had anything like this,” he admitted. “Not in all my years.” You finally gave him a small smile. “And?” He exhaled, brushing a kiss against Lily’s forehead. “And I never want to lose it.” You leaned in, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “You won’t.” For the first time in his existence, Garrett believed it.

Garrett never expected to find a home, much less a family. But in you and Lily, he found both. And for the first time in centuries, he wasn’t just a wanderer anymore. He was only yours.

[callsignred]

[lee-pace-yourself]

[maiastar81]

Garrett is a is very adventurous and very curious vampire. He loves a good fight and always rooting for the underdog. #leepace #garrett #twlightsaga #twilightbreakingdawn

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 174- Shattered Dreams

Summary: The Manhattan trio head back to the world of dark fairytales. Clover accepts responsibility for her actions. A rescue ensues. Revelations and blood rage come forth. A dream is crushed by a ton of bricks. A journey continues. Something lost is still lost. Thranduil connects. A sweet moment turns to heartbreak for Lola. Legolas leaves the Elvenking reeling....and plotting.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst

Notes: I have now changed to third person writing. The "you" thing just doesn't fit for the readers with Josie being an original character.

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Clover, Jace and Matthew were tossed into a large clearing on the Northern side of middle earth's hidden perimeters. It was too risky to just appear inside of them, for Jace's magic stele that he used to transport them had the habitual pattern of just spitting it's passengers out in a nearby vicinity of the desired location and that would be far too dangerous for them if they were spotted, especially the marked and hunted dhampir with her bewitching fiery strands. Even where the former Raven now stood, out in the open breeze, imperiled her as her cinnamon scent could easily be picked up by Viktor's nefarious death dealers or even by the vicious vampire ruler of infamous superhuman strength himself as Viktor was one of Jareth's resurrected pawns.

"Why does the sky look as if it were dusk? It's only noon. Could it be....Jar...h..him?" Clover asked, guarding herself not to mention the Goblin King's name as her eyes squinted at the familiar eerie hue of glowing amber.

As Matthew's vampire eyes reddened with caution, his sensitive nose subtly inhaled the air. "It is not he himself, but one who is now of him. The same immortal responsible for the great quake of middle earth."

Jace stepped next to his beloved dhampir and clutched her hand as they both whispered the believed identity. "The Elvenking."

Clover's mind briefly drifted. She would never forget what Thranduil had become while she had been a prisoner of his halls and what he had taken from her, but could she truly hold him accountable? Jareth had set it all into motion by torturing the King of Mirkwood and poisoning him with his warlock blood, not to mention, Thranduil now wore Jareth's citrine ring, the glue that sealed his fate. She still struggled with her loss and who was truly to blame, but after all she had taken from Thranduil, she knew damn well that she, along with her sinister mother, were the ones solely responsible for unleashing the wrath of the Elvenking. If she had merely walked away after Caroline's death instead of being the misguided monster she had always been, Thranduil would still be Thranduil, even if that in itself wasn't always a good thing and he would be with his family, living happily within his halls....but now, his heart was at war with his mind against the world and even his own Queen and another war was on the horizon. A war that Clover knew was also her fault. Everything that had happened since Chateau de Lioncourt was her fault.

Jace's squeeze to her hand released her of her torturous thoughts. "Hey...Clover, you're safe with me. I'll never let him or anyone hurt you. I promise."

She smiled sweetly at the golden haired warlock. "I know your heart is in the right place and I love you for it, but you know as well as I do that you cannot promise such a thing with all the enemies I have rightfully earned. I'm wanted Jace...and certainly not alive."

He pulled her against his brawny body and kissed her softly. "Well, they will have one hell of a fight upon their hands. I won't hesitate to kill to keep you safe."

Her loving gaze at him strayed in sadness. "What about my sister? She will never understand."

"I'll do everything in my power to make her see you the way I do."

"Respectfully Jace, your words will mean nothing to her. She will try to kill me and you know it. You shouldn't have to be in such a conflicting position because of me. I know how much you love her and she you."

"And it is that love that will defeat her hatred."

Clover playfully smirked but with a sigh. "You're too good for me and quite frankly, your optimism still makes me nauseous."

The blonde warlock shook his head and smiled. "Just shut up and kiss me."

As the new lovebirds tenderly locked lips, the tall, dark and blue eyed Brit Matthew momentarily watched them with an envious grief, for it would be years before he would unite with his destined soulmate Leeanduil and for a vampire, years felt like an eternity when one walked alone. The recluse vampire Lestat knew that all too well. The loneliness Matthew currently agonized over would only intensify, but for the Princess of Mirkwood...he would endure the internal burning flame that ignited one night with a single shooting star and remain devoutly faithful, for his futuristic visions of their love gave him the strength.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he whipped his head in the opposite direction with widened eyes of wariness. In his 1500 years as a blood rage vampire, Matthew had become a very highly skilled tracker, for his nose was extremely sensitive to others of his kind, especially those who carried the gene of temporary insanity and that was when the brisk breeze alerted him to a familiar presence. He could also smell turmoil, for a distressed vampire released a particular chemical. An abhorrent aroma of burning flesh.

Clover took notice of the repulsive stink as well, but unlike Matthew, she wasn't used to it beings she was still in her newborn phase and it turned her stomach. "WHAT is that??" she cringed, swiftly bringing her hand to cover her crinkled up nose. "It smells like...like...."

She paused, finally taking in a whiff of the underlying scent that was also familiar to her. "P...pancakes. Oh my god....G!!!"

Before Matthew or Jace could even blink, Clover was gone. Disappearing into the forest, leaving a whirlwind trail of dead leaves swirling about like a cyclone. Although she knew that Garrett, who had cared for and bonded with her in her childhood, had now come to despise her, especially after their last encounter where she had wickedly tricked him into believing she was his beloved Josephine all to successfully bed him, she still cared for him.

Once the pair caught up, they found Clover at a desolate cabin, gazing in the slightly frosted window with eyes matching the blazing sky.

"Step back girl." Matthew commanded with a snarl as he glowered down at her. "Have you learned nothing of entrapment??"

Jace angrily pulled her aside. "Matthew is right. What were you thinking?? Even if Garrett is in there, others may be also or may be close."

Scoffing, she pursed her rosy lips and reluctantly submitted. "Fine...but do not man handle me warlock. I can give as good as I get."

Jace grinned and winked. "You don't have to remind me of that my firecracker."

The three then circled the small wooden structure until Matthew deemed it and the surrounding area clear of any threats and then they cautiously entered through the back door. All was quiet except for the creaking of the floorboards beneath their feet and the repetitive sound of dripping water also coming from below, ringing like bells in the two vampires' keen ears.

Clover deeply inhaled the potent aroma of molasses as her golden eyes darted about, suddenly fixating on the empty whiskey bottles upon the counter. "He's been here recently or is still here."

"So have others. Merely days ago." Matthew added as he continued into the living room. "Vampires. Two of them. One male, one female. Twice dead for their scent becomes twice as strong."

Clover gasped at an object propped against the couch with no concern over Matthew's validation. "G's guitar!! Garrett???!!" she shouted with excitement and bolted down the hall to the bedrooms only to find them both empty.

"I...I don't understand! He's here. I feel him." she reeled, bursting apart the women's modern day clothing hanging in the closet which offered her another surprising scent. "Oh...my...god. These clothes..." She ripped a dusty shirt from the hanger and shoved it under her nose. "Cherries...it's...it's...these are my sister's! This must be the cabin Josie had been held captive in last year. No wonder G was...or IS here....but where????"

As they all looked at each other with confusion and silence, the dripping from below solved the mystery. "The basement!" Clover shrieked and zipped off once again and this time, Jace was beginning to turn a little green.

There the King of Devil's Island laid, motionless, flat on his back and chained in iron shackles upon a musty old mattress, appearing deader than vampire dead.

With eyes molten as the lava, Clover unleashed her power, freeing his searing wrists from the toxic metal and then climbed onto him, slapping him on the cheek and then shaking him.

"G! Open your eyes."

Moaning, he rubbed his cheek and mumbled. "Why did you do that?"

"I'm going to do it again, much harder, if you don't wake up."

His eyes, black with thirst, complied and moved about the ceiling. "Where am I?"

Clover pulled his weak body up into a sitting position and when he saw her, he groaned as if he were in pain. "Uuuuugh. Well I just answered my own question. I've died and went straight to hell."

Scoffing, she sent him hurling back onto the bed, grunting as he hit the mattress. "Same old G with your bullshit humor. Obviously, you're going to be just fine. You're welcome!"

"Your voice. Make it stop." Garrett grumbled, palms pressed to his forehead. "Punch iron stakes in my ears or kill me. Either will do."

Matthew intervened as he stepped forward, awkwardly gazing at Garrett's chest. "You've been marked with protection."

Garrett snickered and pushed himself back up. "A lot of good that did. Well, except when I tried to end it all. Fucking faeries. Wicked little beasts underneath all that beauty. Especially Amara. Crazy bitch with a thousand razors for teeth. Makes me feel sorry for apples. She did this to me, the mark that is. All because she likes my music talent. and has nominated me for her leisurely concerts."

Jace's brows furrowed. "The seelie Queen? There must be something more she wants."

Garrett lifted his heavy eyes up at the warlock he now recognized. "Speaking of. I remember you. The day Josephine and I left Amara's court and were on our way back to the Dorwinion castle. You came out of nowhere and helped us after her mind warped father attacked us. You're her brother....Jace? That's why you had tracked her down."

His eyes glanced at Clover, then back at Garrett, reluctant to reveal it had all been a lie. "Yeah..so...who did this to you? Amara?"

"No, but she had been here prior to my being ambushed, basically to rub it in my face that I could not kill myself because of this mark she let her Chippendale satanic servant brutally burn into my chest. She had better things to go follow up on such as having Legolas for herself and keeping him away from Josephine. That was her whole end game. Games are her fetish. Wicked sadistic ones at that with her creepy crawling cray cray vines of truth. I probably shouldn't say any more. Her little minion spies are everywhere."

"G! Focus. WHO did this to you??" barked an anxiously frustrated Clover.

"Oh...that would be Craven, your bat shit crazy father, pun intended, and my newly re-headed reeking ex, Kate. Well actually, she put me down here for revenge. Craven later taunted me and left me so I couldn't try to stop him from reclaiming Devil's Island and his title as King. Fucking traitor created me and then left me to die."

Clover turned whiter than a ghost. "M...my...father is... oh my god....Jace...I...I never knew him. Haldir killed him shortly after I was born. What do I do?? I..I mean, I know he was evil but..."

Jace pulled her close and stroked her cheek. "He was still your father. I get it. But just remember who he was Clover and since Jareth brought him back, that means he will be even more deadly."

"Clover??" a confused Garrett asked. "What happened to Raven? Too dark and fitting for you?"

"If you must know..." she sarcastically replied. "I'm not that person anymore. People can change. You did because if I recall, you were no better than me once upon a time Mr. fucking hypocrite."

Garrett weakly wobbled to his feet, standing the tallest of the four and glared down at her. "Yeah well if you also recall, I wasn't born evil. You were. Just what the hell are you doing here anyways??? Especially with your sister's brother whom you seem to be all cozy with. How'd you pull that one off? Did you use your magic to get him into bed like you did to me??"

Clover felt her stomach do a flip as she fearfully glanced up at Jace, for even though he knew most of her sordid past, he didn't know about that.

In his instinct to protect her, the lovesick warlock quickly came to her defense. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

The vexed vampire raised a befuddled brow. "Whatever. It's your funeral, especially when your sister finds out."

Matthew, in his rapidly growing frustration, chimed in. "Enough of this. Maybe you should be a little more grateful that we came to your aid."

Garrett's eyes bolted to Matthew. "Well I'll thank YOU... and even YOU," he exclaimed as he happily gave a single nod to Jace, but his attention swiftly redirected back to Matthew in the midst of a memory flashback. "I've seen you before....at...Lestat's masquerade ball. Drinking alone in the shadows."

Clover's eyes widened. "You were there????"

Matthew had known it could surface about his attendance at some point and he had a prepared answer to avoid revealing his real purpose for being there.

"As were many vampires on the invitation list, who like I, enjoy drinks and entertainment every so often and observing all of the creative costumes. Lestat's balls never disappoint."

"Yeah except THAT particular one did because of the death dealer attack. You knew...didn't you??? You and your visions!! And you did nothing to warn or help???"

"Hold your tongue half breed!" he growled and began to creep towards her, his eyes reddening. "You know nothing of what you spew little girl. After what you and your mother had done that night, you have the audacity to make such accusations against me?? It was you and she that everyone needed warned about but I knew nothing of your plans until long after the fact of that fateful night and to be crystal fucking clear, I had departed before Richard's ambush. Even if I had known about it, one would be a fool to interfere in Viktor's affairs as you and Caroline learned."

Clover's eyes slitted with skepticism as her intuition began to read him. "How...convenient. The timing of your departure. Surely you would have stayed for the concert which was the entertainment you speak of and of course, that's when they attacked. No, I think you were there for something...or someone else. I feel it. Someone very important to you. Someone I know. Someone we all know."

Matthew abruptly halted, perplexed by her accuracy. Simultaneously, she paused, her troubled eyes drifting away, trying to unscramble the pixeled image that taunted her mind...and then, it pieced itself together like a puzzle. "Oh my god...now I know why you told me at the old church that you had business with the elves, but you wouldn't reveal what it was! It's....it's my sister. I see Josie! You were there for her! What on earth do you want with her??? Are you...in love with her too like this fool over here is???"

As her eyes darted to Garrett concerning her last statement, the corner of his lip curled into a smug grin. "Seems you're the only fool right now."

A low emitted growl rolled up Matthew's throat as his threatening steps resumed. "Fool indeed. I do not take kindly to your intrusive perceptions of me."

Jace's eyes cautioned of yellow as he fearlessly stepped into the path of imminent destruction. "Matthew, back off. Now. I do not want to fight you, but I will to protect what I love, just as you would do to protect what you love."

As Garrett mumbled "I think I am going to ralph," Matthew submitted to the warning as he considered Jace's words, knowing that even he too was susceptible to making mistakes during a bout of blood rage and he could not risk his life over something so trivial when all he lived for was Leeanduil and someday...she would desperately need him much more than she did now.

With lightning speed, the humbled vampire zipped up the stairs, leaving an aromatic trail of lavender and vanilla in his wake. Jace spun around to Clover with an exasperated frown. "You and I will talk later."

The waspish warlock picked up a dusty bottle of cheap wine from a cobweb infested shelf and then jogged up the stairs, leaving Clover's eyes stinging of tears, for she knew the talk would be about her defiling of Garrett and not about her idiotic instigation of Matthew's rage.

"You never learn do you...Raven." Garrett reeled.

"And YOU never keep your mouth shut." she snapped and sucker punched his chest so hard, he catapulted through the air and landed in the corner, grimacing and groaning as he helplessly sat at the mercy of her fire happy hands.

The disgruntled dhampir preyed forward with angry amber hues. "I should set your ass on fire and put you out of your misery, you fucking ingrate."

Still wincing from the blow to his iron enfeebled body, Garrett managed to grunt out succumbing words that Clover related to and empathized with. "Go ahead. I've already tried, believe me. I have nothing to live for."

Her fiery orbs dissipated back to their ultramarine state as her mind witnessed another image of Josie forming from Garrett's emotions.

"God you're so pathetic." she softly murmured. "Yes you do. Get up. You need to hunt or you'll never regain your strength and power and you'll need that if you ever want to see her again."

His weepy yellowed eyes lifted up to hers as the thought of Josephine incited his will to go on and he reluctantly reached his hand out to Clover for assistance. Scoffing, she slapped his hand down and then made her way up the stairs, leaving Garrett to crawl his way up.

Matthew and Jace, who shared years of friendship, had already made their peace by the time she entered the living room where they were both sipping on the mundane vin with abhorrent frowns, for it was an abomination compared to the wickedly wonderful wine of Dorwinion.

"Atrocious." Matthew verbally verified, coughing to clear his tainted throat after swallowing much more than he had cared to of the execrable liquid. He then locked eyes of humility with Clover upon her entrance and sat his full glass down, also swallowing his pride as he shamefully turned to gaze out the window. "I offer my sincere apologies. The blood rage, as you personally know, can be quite difficult to control but even so, being a vampire with 1500 years of learning to manage such a curse, I carelessly let it get the better of me."

Clover empathized once more and felt extreme remorse for antagonizing him. "I do understand. It's a living hell all on it's own. I...I'm the one who is sorry. I provoked you and I wrongfully accused you and I...I was intrusive just as you said. Your actions were justified. Although you owe me no apology, you are forgiven."

Her reply was not what he had expected and he turned back to face her.

"You have come a long way in such a short time Clover. It is time that I am completely honest with both of you, for you were correct on why I had attended the All Hallows' Eve celebration. To observe a very pregnant Josephine, but not for the reason you mentioned. It is not her that I love, not in the way that King Thranduil does anyways and he and the other elves are the reason I departed so quickly. I had a vision of her there but they were not in it. I certainly would have never expected elves to attend a vampire gathering, especially ones of such stature and with the uncanny power of knowledge the Elvenking carries, I did not want to risk being detected, for he would not understand. Josephine did not at first either, nor did her side kick Haldir to say the least."

"Wait...I'm so lost. You...have already spoken with her? And I ask again, respectfully, why would you have visions of her?"

"I'd like to know the answer to that myself." Garrett demanded as he scuffled in, using the wall as a crutch.

"At first, I did not know the reason for the relentless visions, some of solely her and some including her King and even his son, that is why I chose to accept Lestat's invitation to try and understand what was happening, but my answers did not come that night. They came two weeks later, the night of November 2nd. I stood on a bridge in Oxford after learning of the destruction at Chateau de Lioncourt and Thranduil's sudden demise, wondering if I should attempt another visit to his Queen and in that moment, a shooting star offered me the answer with a life altering vision. Josephine and her child, who was born that same night, would need my added protection with the King gone and the war coming and in the ever so distant future as well, for Leeanduil will....become my bride. She is my star. My destiny. My one true love that I have impatiently waited agonizing, lonely centuries for."

All three mouths gaped between Clover, Jace and Garrett and then Garrett spoke, mostly to himself in confusion. "Why would Josephine not have told me about this?"

"Possibly because you were...here?" Matthew guessed. "It was only recently that I tracked Josephine down in Dorwinion city and informed her of all this. Garrett...there is something else you should know. In that particular vision, I saw myself with a fully grown Leanduil and...I saw Thranduil too. That was when I realized he had not perished like all had assumed and it was then confirmed to be true when Jace told me of all the events that partook in the dark realm of the Goblin King right after the elf lord's so called death, for Jace had been held prisoner there just as Thranduil had. The rest of the story is not my responsibility to tell."

Clover lightly gulped as Matthew glanced at her, for she had not been prepared for this. As she let her worried eyes slowly glide over to a flabbergasted Garrett, she was all too glad he was in a debilitated condition because when he learned she was the reason for Josie's unwarranted suffering, she was certain all hell would break loose, but for the time being, he was consumed with trying to wrap his head around the fact that his dreams of a future with his "little one" would now and forever be just that....a dream. In that moment, Clover witnessed the little light he had left in his eyes burn out as he staggered his way out the back door.

"Garrett!" she called out as she ran after him. "You need to know more!"

He abruptly turned around and the way he looked at her terrified her. It was complete emptiness, as if his entire soul that had kept the human side of him still alive, had been ripped out. This time, he truly DID want to die. At least before, he had a glimmer of hope that kept him alive, even through his suicidal tendencies and now... he had none.

His commanding words were flat and lifeless. "I know enough. Let me hunt in peace."

The sun was at it's highest as Thranduil and his company had stopped to briefly rest and refuel their bodies for the first time since their departure from his halls. They were now at the Eastern end of the Old Forest Road where it joined the Celduin. Soon the Elven army would continue their lengthy and tedious journey along the River Running's winding banks where it would eventually mate with the Carnen. There, they would then follow the meandering miles of the Redwater that flowed into the Sea of Rhun, but it would be many days yet before they would cross the Dorwinion borders.

Thranduil dismounted his great elk, who still remained ever so loyal to the clone of his master, and slitted his moonstone eyes at the irradiant sun trespassing through the gaps of the large and densely packed beeches. With Jareth's blood now burning through his veins, he loathed the light now just as the Goblin King did. Even the air of his own realm turned his stomach, but with his newly acquired darkness, he had poisonous plans to spread the sickness of Mirkwood throughout it's entirety. The moonlight he desperately craved. It would aid him in his malevolent quest, for like the werewolves, it transformed his physical and mental state to that of peccable wickedness.

As he now stood alone in the clad of tall trees, the Elvenking sternly snapped, startling the birds out of their nests. "Legolas!"

Deep within the depths of the Dorwinion castle, Legolas, Lola and Josselyn had just exited the password protected room where, according to Josselyn, Ashmole had last been secretly stored by Julian....but the necromantic book was no longer there and they knew this because Lola, being of warlock blood, failed to visually locate it like only witches can do.

The blue eyed beauty with long licorice locks, sighed in frustration. "I am so sorry. Maybe...maybe I cannot see it because I am not a full blooded witch like my fath...Lord Narcisse??"

Her reluctance to admit her parentage did not go unnoticed by Legolas He took her petite hand of delicate youth into his and smiled as he harbored his new feelings of desire that magically strengthened simply by her touch. "I do not know my lady, but know this. It is not your fault. Please do not apologize. Also know that you are nothing like your father."

Her dazed kitten-like eyes flitted at his words as she too was overcome with a magical sensation that she had harbored much longer for the flawless Prince.

The silent moment of connection between the two was then rudely interrupted by Thranduil's thunderous voice inside of Legolas' head. "Legolas!"

Abruptly releasing her hand, Legolas mildly gulped as he realized he had allowed his distractions to permit his father entry into his mind.

Legolas refused to speak and tightly closed his eyes, forcing his father out and resealing the doorway to his thoughts.

"Legolas?" Lola asked, lightly touching his cheek. "Are you alright?"

This time he was displeased by her touch and angry with himself, for she weakened him, something only Josie had been able to do and he couldn't allow his heart and mind to be mangled again. He still was not over the fiery Queen of hearts and was unsure if he ever would be. "Do not touch me. We need to go. I must find Josie."

Lola's eyes welled with pain as she watched her dream lover trail off without a single glance back at her and in that moment, she threw herself into her mother's awaiting arms and sobbed like she had as a child.

It was instant, Thranduil's burning rage at his son's betrayal, but one thing pleased him, for he was now aware of Legolas' newfound feelings for the one named Lola and it was even more pleasing to learn that she was the daughter of his nemesis Narcisse.

His thick brows planted firm over his glaring, hungry eyes, for both revelations had now handed him the golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

@redeemer46

[livinces2]

Ah, yes, Lee Pace's "Baby Boy" to "Daddy" evolution. 😌 (Roy and Ned to Garrett, Thranduil, Joe, and Day.)

[chaotic-post]

Someone go ahead and write their love story. Thanks. ❤️🫶🏻

[pa-nd-em-on-iu-mp-an-da]

Huh.

Interesting.

Do you think they meet up every once in a while, bitching about people as a whole and trading fashion tips??

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Lee Pace bts in Breaking Dawn Part 2

[arcana-greenleaf]

I hope you don't mind if I put in another request(your writing is truly AMAZING!)!

May I request Garrett finding his mate after a natural disaster, she's injured badly enough she needs to be changed and afterwards she has the ability to control whatever element caused the natural disaster(ex. volcano/wildfire=fire, tornado=air, tsunami/flood=water, earthqake=earth). She'd still be a little hesitant at using her abilities after having experienced first hand what damage they can cause.

Apologies for the wait, and thank you for another incredibly fun request! I’m so happy you liked the other one, and I hope this one lives up to your expectations as well. ❤️ Enjoy!

The pungent scent of smoke clung to the wind. It was thick and suffocating. Embers still smouldered in the wreckage below, casting an eerie red glow against the night. Garrett stood at the edge of the devastation, surveying the ruin with narrowed eyes. The wildfire had raged mercilessly, reducing entire homes to charred skeletons and trees to blackened husks. The air was saturated with death. And yet, beneath that overwhelming scent of destruction, something else called to him. Something alive. A heartbeat—faint and struggling. Garrett answered the call and jumped into motion, weaving through the wreckage with practised ease. He followed the sound, the undeniable pull deep in his chest urging him forward. Then he saw her. She lay trapped beneath a collapsed beam, her body broken, blood soaking into the scorched earth. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale rattling with pain. Burns marred her skin, her clothes torn and singed. But none of that mattered. She was clinging to life, but just barely. He needed to act fast. A vicious snarl built in his throat, the mere thought of losing her sending his instincts into a frenzy. He fell to his knees beside her, hands hovering over her frail form, unsure if moving her would do more harm than good.  Blood pooled around her, the scent thick in the air, but Garrett didn’t waver. He pushed aside his vampiric instincts as if nothing mattered more than her. She was his only focus. Her eyes finally fluttered open, barely focusing, as if she felt his presence. “You’re real,” she whispered, voice rasping like wind through ashes. Garrett swallowed hard. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m real.” A weak smile ghosted her lips. “Shame… I was hoping… hallucination. Would be less embarrassing.” Even in agony, she found humour. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Sorry to disappoint.” Her breath hitched, and her body seized with pain. He knew then that there was no saving her. Not as she was. Her injuries were too severe, her human body too fragile. His jaw clenched. “I can help you,” he said, voice low, urgent. “But you have to trust me.” She blinked sluggishly, already fading. “Dying doesn’t… seem very helpful.” He leaned closer, his voice soft, almost coaxing. “You don’t have to die.” Realization flickered in her gaze. A breath of silence stretched between them before she gave the smallest nod. That was all he needed. With a low growl, he sank his teeth into her wrist. 

—

The change burned like the wildfire that nearly killed her. Agony consumed every nerve, fire igniting in her veins. Time lost meaning as minutes, hours and days blurred together in a relentless inferno. Somewhere in the haze, she felt a comforting presence. A steady voice. A hand brushing against hers, grounding her. Then, at last silence. When she opened her eyes, the world was different. It was sharper and brighter. The night sky stretched above her, endless and clear. Every ember, every crackling flame still burning in the wreckage below was unbearably vivid. The scent of smoke, earth and him flooded her senses. Hunger coiled in her stomach, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was controlled. She sat up, faster than she thought possible, and turned to face him. Garrett. His red eyes studied her, cautious but amused and more than anything thankful that she was still alive. At least in a sense. “Welcome back, sweetheart.” She exhaled. Her breath was smooth, effortless. The pain was gone and so was the weakness. She felt… powerful. But something else stirred beneath the surface. A flicker of warmth in her palm. There was a whisper in the air.  She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. An uneasy feeling settled in her chest. Something else was different. Then, without warning, a small fire erupted from her fingertips. Panic surged through her as she jerked away, the flames flickering out as quickly as they appeared. Her breath hitched. “What the hell was that?” Garrett’s eyes widened, but his shock quickly shifted into fascination. “Well, that’s new.” She scrambled to her feet. The embers surrounding them pulsed in rhythm, like a steady heartbeat. She could feel it in her very core. The heat, the destruction, the roaring flames, all of it was inside her now. She stumbled backwards. “No. No, this can’t – this isn’t -” Garrett moved swiftly, catching her hands in his. His touch was grounding and solid. "Breathe."  She no longer needed to breathe, but she mimicked the motion anyway before meeting his gaze. “I can’t – this isn’t normal. This isn’t supposed to happen.” His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, nothing about us is normal.” A sharp exhale left her. He wasn’t wrong. She forced herself to focus and try to push down the overwhelming fear rising in her throat. “It’s because of the fire,” she whispered. “The wildfire.” Garrett nodded with a thoughtful expression. “Looks like it gave you a parting gift.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “Some gift.” She clenched her fists, trying to stop the slight tremor in her fingers. “I felt it, Garrett. I felt the fire take everything. And now it’s me.” He was quiet for a moment, then he tilted his head. “Do you think the fire wanted to hurt you?” She blinked. “What?” He took a step closer. “Do you think it had a choice? Or was it just… fire?” She swallowed hard. “Fire isn’t good or bad,” he continued. “It just is. It destroys, yeah, but it also warms. It protects. It gives life just as much as it takes.” He let his fingers brush against hers. “And so will you. If you let yourself.” She looked at him, really looked at him. With her newly heightened senses, it felt as though she was seeing him for the first time. He wasn’t afraid of her. Not even a little. And for the first time, she considered that maybe she didn’t have to be afraid either. She took a deep breath out of habit. The embers no longer pulsed wildly around her. The fire inside her wasn’t raging, it felt as though it had been waiting. Garrett smirked. “Told you to trust me.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “A little.” He grinned. “But mostly, I’m just looking forward to what comes next.” As her confidence grew and her nerves settled, the embers around her slowly faded. She turned her gaze to the horizon, where the first light of dawn stretched across the charred landscape.

Everything was different now – her body, her senses, the fire that lived inside her. She would have to learn, to adapt, to figure out what this new existence meant. What did come next? She wasn’t sure. But with Garrett beside her, she was ready to find out.

[hamilton-wh0re]

Happy birthday to Lee Pace and one of my favorite characters of his :3

[ladywithaquill]

But first I'm gonna finish my meal...

[lee-pace-yourself]

Garrett- Breaking Dawn Pt. 2

[maiastar81]

Lee Pace as Garrett the nomadic vampire in Twilight -Breaking Dawn Pt 2. (Trying to catch on the hoa hoa hoa season 😆).

Love the relationship between Garrett and Kate.

#leepace #twilightbreakingdawn #garretttwillight