Lachlan MacAldonich bio verses relationships tags
Scotsman with a hand in a guitar and the other in a glass of scotch. I left my music band long ago and also left my life in California. Now I'm in the UK again trying to defeat my fears.

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mybravedarlingbelle:

lachlan-macaldonich:

Lachlan received her kiss with a pleased smiled on his lips and nodded. “Yes, please… A’m nae good in the kitchen…” He said before walking away from her to grab a pair of boxers and put them on. With that he sat on the bed, looking at her. His mind was quiet after the sex, no more thinking about where he was. At least, not at the moment.

Belle walked over and made some pancakes, she also cut some fruit and poured them both some water before moving back to the bed with it all on a tray;”tadaa” she sang as she sat down, kissing him softly as she snuggled up against him. 

The scot licked his lips and smiled at the sight. “It looks wonderful!” He said grabbing some fruit and popping them in his mouth. Humming, he chewed, his hand wrapped around her body. “What are we gonnae do today?” He finally asked.

[text]the limp has u prisoner o wat? im waitin 4 u since teatime!

belletheoutsider:

lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

belletheoutsider:

[text] I’m sorry. I had a class come in to the library after lunch. I am leaving soon.

Belle smiled and walked over to his collection. As she bent over to look at the lower shelves until she found one that caught her eye. “I didn’t think you were the kind of person who would like A Walk to Remember.” She giggled. “Does this belong to someone else?”

Lachlan rose his brow. “A’m sure that not mine… Maybe Ari left it the last time…” He said looking at the romantic film. “Unless there’s porn inside… Then is mine for sure”

She bit her lip, looking away for a moment. Then she spotted a movie where the title interested her. “What about this? The Good, The Bad and the Ugly?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, sure… Whatevah” Laclan muttered, not bothering on the film. He was going to be with Belle, that’s the only thing that matter inside his head.

Not sure how to respond to that, she silently went over and placed the DVD in the player before taking a seat on the couch.

Lachlan moved fidgety by her side, his mind looking for an excuse to make Belle go and drink himself to death. The film was not enough distraction, anything was.

bellelovesherbooks:

lachlan-macaldonich:

bellelovesherbooks:

-tackle hug- MEEEE!

I MISSED YOU TOO.

-kisses all her face- where has you been?

*squeaks and giggles* Away from this blog. I dunno why but I’m back now. 

I’m glad your back. I see you around then… You tell me if you want to continue with out threads or start a new one, k?

angst angst angst! :D

ask-hierophant:

lachlan-macaldonich:

lachlan-macaldonich:

1.-After mysteriously disappearing for several months, your muse finds my muse half dead and tied up in the basement of a shared acquaintance. 

Lachlan was breathing hard, all his body was numb for the pain, his mind was giving up. He could smell his own blood, fresh and dry, his vomit, his sweat, his urine. Long time had passed since he had been abducted by a friend of Don, he couldn’t even remember how much. He was sure that he would be dead if not because that ‘wendingo’ thing.

The scot heard steps coming and flinched, moving to his corner, trying to not make too much noises with the chains of his wrists and ankles.

The scot let her take care of the body, looking at her with those big eyes fixed on what she was doing. His face was dripping blood over his dirty clothes and he couldn’t stay there still, moving fidgety while waiting for his food. But he didn’t try to do anything, trusting on Hierophant, his alpha, to take care of the meat. His eyes were black while looking at her work, almost drooling with eagerness. “Yes…” He hissed, grabbing the chunk and eating it with urge. It was difficult to chew but he did his best, finishing the meat quick.


"More…" He begged, crawling toward her and sinking his head on her neck, licking her skin.

Hiero tried to move to do as he asked, but his licks had her distracted, fingers lazily threading in his hair. “You’ve had too much,” she faintly mumbled, part of her alert and fearing he’d bite a chunk of her neck out, though it wouldn’t really hurt her any, but the other part was growing lazy with his licks. “You’ll throw up…” she pushed his face back and wiped the blood from his face with her hand, eventually resorting to licking his face herself. “Too much and…you’ll forget yourself…” she mumbled, testing the taste on her tongue. Not the best she’d ever had, but not bad.

"But… I want more." His mind wanted only to eat, all the wounds were starting to heal thanks to the raw chunk she gave to him, but he was craving for more and more. Throw up was not an issue if he could continue eating. Despite that, Lachlan quickly forgot his needs when Hierphant licked his face. Making him growl and moan, all his body shaking. He missed her, all those days locked away in that dirty basement, thinking about her, thinking about her taste, her smell, how happy she made him. "Hiero… Let’s go home…" He finally said, opening his eyes, this time less blurred, more like himself. The scot just wanted to be in his bed cuddling with the blonde.

angst angst angst! :D

ask-hierophant:

lachlan-macaldonich:

lachlan-macaldonich:

1.-After mysteriously disappearing for several months, your muse finds my muse half dead and tied up in the basement of a shared acquaintance. 

Lachlan was breathing hard, all his body was numb for the pain, his mind was giving up. He could smell his own blood, fresh and dry, his vomit, his sweat, his urine. Long time had passed since he had been abducted by a friend of Don, he couldn’t even remember how much. He was sure that he would be dead if not because that ‘wendingo’ thing.

The scot heard steps coming and flinched, moving to his corner, trying to not make too much noises with the chains of his wrists and ankles.

Lachlan leaned on her touch, closing his eyes and humming in pleasure, like the little puppy he wasn’t. He licked his lips, the promise of a feast making his mouth watered. He couldn’t care less about the raw flesh, he wanted to eat. Now. With the unspoken permission of Hierophant, he stood up, his wounds making him hiss. But he didn’t stop following the smell of the fresh blood.


He almost howled when he saw what she did, all the blood, all the meat ready for him. He was breathing hard, his sight blurring. The animal took control of his body, completely, kneeling in front of one of the corpse and using a nearby knife to cut it open. The singer knew he could never eat the flesh but the guts were softer. He sank his head in the open cut, the blood coming out of it, slowly. But he couldn’t eat anything. The scot growled and grunted, doing more cuts on the dead body, desperate to reach something he could eat.

After a few minutes he was able to sink his head inside his body, all his face and hair covering of blood. There he bit and swallowed whatever he touched, trying to tame his hunger.

"Baby, no," she carefully grasped onto him. She was the alpha here, and even though he was wiry and strong beyond belief, he was still a pup compared to her. "Lachlan, let me," her voice was low, stern, and with a grunt, she had him off of the corpse. She took the knife from his hand and sawed open the thigh of the man after jerking his pants off, "The parts you were eatin’ won’t offer much…" she murmured, parting the skin from the meat. She handed him the hefty chunk, the look in his eyes exciting her in a way. He was an animal, her animal, despite that he seemed to cower into her priest’s side as of late. In the end, he’d always be her. Joseph would always be her. And she would belong to Ives. Simple as that.

"Eat up," the killer’s voice was nearly hoarse.

The scot let her take care of the body, looking at her with those big eyes fixed on what she was doing. His face was dripping blood over his dirty clothes and he couldn’t stay there still, moving fidgety while waiting for his food. But he didn’t try to do anything, trusting on Hierophant, his alpha, to take care of the meat. His eyes were black while looking at her work, almost drooling with eagerness. “Yes…” He hissed, grabbing the chunk and eating it with urge. It was difficult to chew but he did his best, finishing the meat quick.

"More…" He begged, crawling toward her and sinking his head on her neck, licking her skin.

bellelovesherbooks:

-tackle hug- MEEEE!

I MISSED YOU TOO.

-kisses all her face- where has you been?

rumplegoldrp:

lachlan-macaldonich:

"Nae…" He grunted, falling in silence after that. Half joint after, they were in Grannys, Lachlan more relaxed at least. "Thirteen." He said walking in front of him, his key in the hand and opening the door for the other man. Once they were inside, the singer lay his back over the door. "Can I touch you now or should I close the courtains first?"

Rum closed the curtains himself, looking over at the man. “Is that what you’re pissed off about?” he asked, going to the man. He smirked. “I’m a feared man, Lachlan. I love women and I love men, but I’m seen with either and my reputation is shot,” he snorted, turning his back on him and footing off his shoes, “People will think I actually have a heart or a libido. They’ll think I’ll hold off their rent for a good fuck,” he glanced over at Lachlan, smiling as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it, and turning to him he started undoing his tie, “Truth is I don’t fuck for that reason at all,” he reached out to Lachlan, touching his cheek, “I fuck because I want to. You,” he stroked his cheek, “I haven’t heard music like that in a long time,” he pressed himself close, hovering over his lips, “I needed a good drink to get drunk enough to even get the nerve to have you.”

Lachlan heard him without moving. His words sounded weird on his ear, he had never met a really bigwig like him and he couldn’t understand why the reputation was so important to him. To the singer, life was all about sex, drug and rock n’ roll. Literally. “Ye are talking bullshit.” He answered, but he was smiling this time. Watching the man undressing himself was helping with his humour. “We are nae that good… But thank you…” He said, closing his eyes when he felt his lips closer, his warm body so near to him. “Do ye need to continue drinking? ‘Cause I want ye now…” He whispered before starting to undo his fucking expensive shirt, controlling himself to not rub all his body against the man.

[text]the limp has u prisoner o wat? im waitin 4 u since teatime!

belletheoutsider:

lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

belletheoutsider:

[text] I’m sorry. I had a class come in to the library after lunch. I am leaving soon.

Belle smiled and walked over to his collection. As she bent over to look at the lower shelves until she found one that caught her eye. “I didn’t think you were the kind of person who would like A Walk to Remember.” She giggled. “Does this belong to someone else?”

Lachlan rose his brow. “A’m sure that not mine… Maybe Ari left it the last time…” He said looking at the romantic film. “Unless there’s porn inside… Then is mine for sure”

She bit her lip, looking away for a moment. Then she spotted a movie where the title interested her. “What about this? The Good, The Bad and the Ugly?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, sure… Whatevah” Laclan muttered, not bothering on the film. He was going to be with Belle, that’s the only thing that matter inside his head.

angst angst angst! :D

ask-hierophant:

lachlan-macaldonich:

lachlan-macaldonich:

1.-After mysteriously disappearing for several months, your muse finds my muse half dead and tied up in the basement of a shared acquaintance. 

Lachlan was breathing hard, all his body was numb for the pain, his mind was giving up. He could smell his own blood, fresh and dry, his vomit, his sweat, his urine. Long time had passed since he had been abducted by a friend of Don, he couldn’t even remember how much. He was sure that he would be dead if not because that ‘wendingo’ thing.

The scot heard steps coming and flinched, moving to his corner, trying to not make too much noises with the chains of his wrists and ankles.

He was coughing yet when Hierophant took the bag of meat and all his mind became blank instantly. Lachlan grabbed the bag rudely, devoring all the jerky without even bothering on chew too much. The bag was finished in the blink of an eye, but the singer wanted more. The animal had been asleep after all his days without any food, drowsy. But now was awake and with hunger and thirst. He started to pant, his body trembling and boiling. “A’m hungry…” He growled, looking at her in that feral way, like his first time. But that time he looked more like an animal because of his state of hygiene.

Hiero was taken aback by the way he looked at her, like he wanted to take a bite from her. She always was worried, that he was too feral for their lifestyle, that they’d done something wrong, but in such a state…When she’d woken after the incident at the Factory, she’d punched Ives in the face, but she hadn’t been hungry, instead, she’d tried to get away from the flesh. “I don’t got nothin’ more,” she softly told him, cautiously brushing his hair from his face. “T-They’re upstairs…I don’t know if you want them raw, Lach, they’re…they’re pretty gross men…but I mean…” she wasn’t sure what to say. If she could, she woudl’ve eaten all the bastards that had ever hurt her.

Lachlan leaned on her touch, closing his eyes and humming in pleasure, like the little puppy he wasn’t. He licked his lips, the promise of a feast making his mouth watered. He couldn’t care less about the raw flesh, he wanted to eat. Now. With the unspoken permission of Hierophant, he stood up, his wounds making him hiss. But he didn’t stop following the smell of the fresh blood.

He almost howled when he saw what she did, all the blood, all the meat ready for him. He was breathing hard, his sight blurring. The animal took control of his body, completely, kneeling in front of one of the corpse and using a nearby knife to cut it open. The singer knew he could never eat the flesh but the guts were softer. He sank his head in the open cut, the blood coming out of it, slowly. But he couldn’t eat anything. The scot growled and grunted, doing more cuts on the dead body, desperate to reach something he could eat.

After a few minutes he was able to sink his head inside his body, all his face and hair covering of blood. There he bit and swallowed whatever he touched, trying to tame his hunger.