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#vaughan ESPECIALLY. like i guarantee she would not have looked at him were it not for britta.
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not annie frankie but honestly the fact that annie dated britta’s exes…peak closeted lesbian behavior dating your crush’s bfs
NO YES. LITERALLY YES. i can’t even think about that for too long without actually losing my mind lol
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The Star and the Lion - III
“She was a bright star in centuries of darkness. I would have followed that star to the ends of the earth, if she had let me.”
The Star, Atarah Ashryver, was gentle and good. Atarah’s light could be seen from even the darkest caverns in Wendlyn. She was held in high esteem by her Uncle, the king of Wendlyn, and was seen throughout the kingdom as light incarcerate, simple and pure.
The Lion was trapped. Tied to the Queen of the Fae, Maeve, through a treacherous blood oath, the Lion was kept in the darkness. Darkness, until he was sent to the nearby kingdom of Wendlyn to solve a dispute between the Fae Queen and mercenaries residing in the kingdom.
Blinded by Atarah’s light, Gavriel finds himself in a dangerous game between his blood and his heart.
Unbeknownst to the Fae Queen, her Lion is escaping, and will do anything to be with his Star, if only for short while. 
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She said, “Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I can’t help but notice you’re staring at me
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really believe
I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.”
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Gavriel
She was scared. Scared of him, that much was easy to tell. Gavriel didn’t blame her. After all, when she first saw him, he was standing by while Lorcan questioned a man using his preferred method of violence.
He was sent here tonight with Vaughan to observe for any possible information on the whereabouts of the mercenaries but…
He’d seen her, across the ballroom. Even with the mask, he knew it was her. He was making his way over to her, telling himself he needed to talk to her for informative purposes about the mercenaries, knowing full well that was a lie.
Then she’d tripped and without thinking, he ran up to catch her.
She was in his arms, and the mercenaries were no more than a shadow of a thought in his mind.
Realizing he was still holding her, Gavriel quickly pulled her back upright on her feet, and she mumbled a soft “Thank you,” before turning around to walk away.
“Wait!” Before he could regret it, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and she turned around, not with a look of fear in her eyes, but curiosity.
“Milady, I can’t help but notice you look a little lost,” he began, “Will you dance with me?” He held out his arm with a soft smile.
He watched her as she seemed to debate with herself. Slowly, she looped her arm through his, and hesitantly said, “Yes.”
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Atarah
Whispers followed them to the dance floor.
Is that a fae?
Who is he dancing with?
It wasn’t an unheard of occasion to see fae in Wendlyn, with Mistward and Doranelle being so close. The Royal family even had traces of fae blood in them. It was rare, however, especially for a handsome fae male to be seen dancing with a human woman at balls, which is what Atarah predicted the whispers were about.
She didn’t know his name. She wasn’t even sure why she said yes when he asked her to dance… There was something about this male that made her feel comfortable. Perhaps it was the softness of his gaze, or gentleness in his voice. She didn’t feel threatened, swaying to the music with him.
“We’ve met twice now, and I haven’t gotten your name, care to tell me?” Atarah flushed at her own forwardness.
“Gavriel,” The golden male smiled at her, “Forgive me for our first...encounter.” His eyes were filled with sorrow as he seemed to recall that evening. So much sorrow that Atarah couldn’t look too deeply into his tawny eyes, lest she get lost.
“I...never got to thank you for healing that man,” she said softly, looking away.
Gavriel sighed, “It was the least I could do.”
Atarah simply hummed in response, content to dance in a comfortable silence when Gavriel asked, “And you? You’re name?”
“My cousin was screaming it so loudly, they probably heard it across the ocean,” Atarah chuckled, “I’m sure you heard.”
“Perhals,” Gavriel smiled at her, “But I’d like to hear it from your lips.”
Atarah blushed, “My name is Atarah.”
“Atarah,” he said her name slowly, as if testing it out, “It’s nice to meet you, properly.”
“Likewise.”
And so they danced. For hours, or minutes, she wasn’t sure. Time didn’t matter as she got lost in the rhythm of the music, and the warmth of his arms.
It was strange, she supposed, how she didn’t care about the whispers, stares, nor the guaranteed integration from Evalin that was sure to come.
The only thing she cared about was the feeling the male in front of her gave her. She wasn’t scared, not anymore. It was a warm feeling, promising of things to come. Atarah didn’t know him well, not yet, but she was sure there was more to him- to them- than just this dance.
The music faded into something more upbeat, and their dance ended, instead of pulling away, Atarah looped her arm through his and silently led Gavriel away from the crowds.
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Gavriel
She had led him outside, into what appeared to be the palace gardens. It wasn’t empty, but far less busy than the ballroom. Lovers with roaming hands, sneaking away from the crowds, people wishing for the fresh air to clear their heads, and a young girl with bright red hair, no older than 15. Gavriel spotted her following him around, and she was now glaring at Atarah on his arm, making him chuckle.
“I think you have a fan,” Atarah hummed, noticing the girl, “If looks could kill, I’m sure I’d be dead,” Atarah laughed.
“And why’s that?”
“Because I’ve stolen her handsome fae male.”
“Did you just call me handsome?” Gavriel raised a brow, smiling.
Atarah flushed, “Don’t let that get to your head.”
“Too late,” Gavriel chuckled, “Watch this.”
Gavriel turned around it face the young girl following the pair, and winked at her, followed by a smirk. The girl flushed redder than her hair and scampered off.
Barking out a laugh, Atarah shook her head and muttered something about how the girl is leaving to ‘start rumors’.
“I hope you’re happy now, Gavriel,” Atarah faked a pout, “Now my mother is going to hear about me sneaking off with a male and I’ll never see you again.”
“I suppose that doesn’t sound ideal.” Gavriel smirked.
“No it doesn’t.” Atarah shook her head, grinning, “Now… follow me!” Her eyes lit up and she dashed away, around a hedge and into a wooded area of the garden. Gavriel shook his head with a smile, captured by the girls spunk, and chased after her.
When he caught up to her, she was sitting on the grass against a tree, smiling at the lightning bugs hovering nearby.
“Are you always this…wild?” Gavriel asked as he sat down next to her.
“Oh, not at all,” she giggled, “Perhaps I had a bit too much to drink.”
“Well nevertheless,” Gavriel smiled, “I enjoy your company.”
Atarah blushed and looked away, seemingly lost in thought. After a minute she looked at him again, “Gavriel…” she asked in a small voice he hadn’t heard from her before, “Can I ask you something?”
He softly smiled at her, “Yes?”
“Why…Why are you here?” she started, “You must come from Doranelle or Mistward.”
“Doranelle,” he answered, “As for why I’m here, there’s not much I should tell you…”
“It has something to do with that man from the alley, doesn’t it?” She blurted, “Who are they?”
Gavriel sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, “They’re…criminals, of a sort. I was sent here to capture and interrogate them.”
“Are you part of some…law enforcement or something?” She asked.
“Yeah, I suppose you could say that.”
Atarah hummed, “Well in that case, I’m sorry for getting in your way.”
“You were only doing what you thought was best, Atarah,” Gavriel said softly, “You stood in front of four fae, that’s admirable, considering you didn’t even know who the man was.”
She blushed again and looked away.
“Enough of that talk,” she said after a minute,” I saw from the alley that you can heal people.”
“Yes.”
“What else can you do?” She asked smiling, “Can you shift? Into an animal? I don’t know much about fae… but I know some can.” She rambled.
“Atarah,” Gavriel cut her off, “Would you like me to show you?”
She grinned wider than ever, and Gavriel couldn’t help but think it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
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Atarah
They stayed out until dawn. Until the fireflies were replaced by butterflies and chirping birds and the sunlight crept into the garden.
The party was long over, and to avoid rumors for Atarah, he snuck out, over the wall, but not before promising to see her again.
She wasn’t sure what overcame her that night. They had just talked… and yet Atarah felt like an entirely different person around him, a more carefree person.
Gods, she had only known him for a very short while and yet she couldn’t get him out of her head.
Walking back to the small wing in the palace she shared with her mother, with a grin on her face, she couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would think of Gavriel.
Her mother was kind to her, but after Atarah’s father had left them, she became cold and distant, always warning Atarah to be careful of men. She surely wouldn’t approve of Atarah courting a fae male she had just met.
Courting? Gods Atarah, you spent one evening with him. Nothing more.
Trying to shake her negative thoughts, she bounded up the stairs to her room, expecting Evalin to be there, waiting for Atarah to hear everything about the rumors that had, as she predicted, spread last night.
But it was not Evalin who greeted her in her room.
Two men stood in the center of her room, grinning madly.
Atarah didn’t even have time to furrow her brows in confusion before she was gagged and bound with rope.
Darkness swept over her.
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Hi loves! Sorry for the wait :/ I wasn’t happy with how this turned out the first time, so I rewrote quite a bit of it. I’m still not 100% with it, but alas, here you go!
Master list now updated 
Until next time!
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