#I have like three vampire Drs...so far

[heartavenue]

ㅤㅤㅤVampirism: My Monster High Dr Edition

ִ��ָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ An intro on how vampires operate in my Monster High Dr

Vampire Hierarchy

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Vampires in this reality (as do many others) operate under a hierarchy. My father, Dracula, being at the top with fledglings at the bottom. In order it goes: Dracula, Royal Family (relatives of Dracula) Vampire Council, Vampire, Fledgling.

Vampires have different powers based on their hierarchy level, Dracula and his relatives are the most powerful whilst fledglings being the weakest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPowers & Abilities

‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Here are the abilities that all vampires have regardless of their rank: levitation, immortality, regeneration, super speed, heighten senses, heighten durability, agility and endurance, telepathy, turning into a bat, and super strength. It is important to note that abilities have to be developed and strengthened over time, no vampire is born/made with the ability to perform these powers perfectly. The older, the better the vampire can use the ability.

These are the abilities that only Dracula can have: control animals and the weather, manipulate memories, shapeshift, necromancy. and fly.

The Royal Family can only use these abilities: hypnosis, psychometry, pyrokinesis, psychokinesis, turning others into vampires. (It is important to note that Dracula can do all of these things as well.)

Vampire Council: Unfortunately they don't have any special abilities they are just really old vampires.

Vampires: All the basic abilities.

Fledglings: All the basic abilities (except for turning into a bat) however they are all pretty weak at first and will have to be strengthened over time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Weaknesses

‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ All vampires are susceptible to these weaknesses, however the older you are (and depending on your rank) you may not be as vulnerable. For example a stake to the heart will not kill Dracula but it will kill a fledgling and it has the potential to kill a vampire.

Sunlight: Doesn't immediately kill a vampire instead it would just give them some serious sunburn, sickness, and restriction/weakening of their powers. However vampires can wear sunscreen, glasses, cool clothing, and carry a parasol to protect them from the sunlight. Now older vampires won't be affected as much like young vampires but it is still good to take precautions. Dracula is completely immune to the sunlight.

Stake to the heart: Will kill any type of vampire, technically, but it is possible to survive one depending on how deep they stab you and how old you are as a vampire.

Silver bullets: Wouldn't really do anything to a vampire because vampires here aren't really affected by silver perhaps a fledgling but not like an average day vampire.

Garlic: Won't kill a vampire it's more like an allergy for them. Garlic has a very strong smell that is not pleasing to vampires, vampires can also consume it here but it's more like a lactose intolerance thing than a lethal one.

Starvation: One of the three guaranteed ways to kill a vampire. Although older vampires don't need to consume blood as much as the younger ones do. (1/3 guaranteed ways to kill a vampire.)

Decapitation: Will kill any vampire, like duh! This is because the body can't regenerate and you cut it away from it's life source. (2/3)

Fire: Burning up a vampire will do the trick because I mean yeah what wouldn't? (3/3)

Religious symbols: Don't work in fact many vampires like them. Crosses, holy water, the bible none of that would work. Religious symbols would only work if the vampires themselves were religious, but since 99% of the time they aren't they don't work.

Being invited into places: That's more like a mannerism custom thing; here vampires can go into a place uninvited but most of them won't so its good to invite one anywhere.

Running water: Yeah that doesn't do shit here.

Mirrors: Yes vampires can see their reflection. The real world reason why vampires cant see their reflection is because old mirrors were backed with silver so it burned up their reflections, but since silver doesn't do anything then we can see our reflections. Fledglings however couldn't because they are actually vulnerable to silver.

This is just the basic rundown on vampires in my Dr, if you want the lore...that's for another day! Oh how I love vampires :]

[tales-of-darkmoor]

Could you do a ygor x Draculas familiar reader? :}

Dark Dealings

It was in Ygor’s nature always to seek out the dark side, the forbidden- that is to say, the good stuff. He just happened to find you there.

Ygor X Gn!Reader

(Fluff, mild angst)

1.3k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, first dates, kissing, dom/sub dynamics

An: Thank you for the request! Theres not a ton of info out there on how familiars operate, so I took a few liberties with the intricacies in this fic. If not specified in a request, I will always default for Gn!Reader given I like when more people can see themselves in my work! Anyways, thank you again, and please keep sending requests!

It was past midnight when the phone rang. “Frankenstein manor! Ygor in charge.” Shouldering the receiver to his ear, he nodded, ”Mmhm… Well-“ Dust from neglected furniture collected in his greasy hair as he leaned back, kicking his boots up on the adjacent arm, “You can’t just say, ‘Oh, I wanna buy a limb!’ And expect Ygor to know what to get you…”

“What about… livers? Kidneys, hearts- you have any of that?” In the low light, droves of your fellow familiars in black robes bustled among the velvet drapery of your now feeble master’s chambers: a dizzying dance of trays stacked with iron rich cuts of meat and medicinal tonics. “I’ll take…yeah, three of each.” This might be your ticket into the count’s good graces.

Ygor did not have a gambling problem. What Ygor had was a couple outstanding debts to that asshole at the Burning Blade who hustles crokinole. Nonetheless, his genius idea to come up with some cash landed him wandering around the town graveyard after sundown with a dripping bag of human bits; essentially the same thing he did any other night.

Squinting, he could make out a sole, menacing figure among the fog and the headstones. He didn’t need to ask what they're there for. Inconspicuously, Ygor lumbered over to you with his bag in tow. The thing splattered to the ground as he painted, leaning his hands on his knees.

But just as you reached for the hefty sum that little freak was so adamant about receiving, a gust of wind blew your hood down to pool at your shoulders. Your cover was blown. As you scrambled to fix the thing, he just stood there. God, you may be the prettiest thing Ygor had ever laid his eyes upon… But the smile spreading across his face froze as a curious realization occurred to him.

He’d seen you somewhere. It was the morning after the most barbaric and depraved act of vampiric political massacre since the Night of the Silver Fangs. You were running errands.

That morning, Doctor Victoria had sent him into town. Darkmoor lay in rubble, limp bodies strewn about the streets; which Ygor would've been happy about, if Vampirism wasn’t a disease of the blood and as such, rendered any and all limbs entirely unusable! But whatever. The doctor needed her chemical fixatives, so he headed down to the apothecary.

Your voice jingled like the rusty bell on the door that rang as he walked in, “Any update on the Chervil, Dr. Jekyll?” Ygor froze. Why in the world would anybody think it was safe to be on the streets at a time like that? Was this stranger in the black robes hopelessly brave, or hopelessly stupid?

Ygor decided to watch the exchange behind the cover of a display of herbal remedies for hemophilia. The man behind the counter muttered something, handing you a fistful of conspicuous herbs: Fumitory, Silkweed, Bloodroot… Now, he wasn’t a staunch believer in herbalism, but he recognized those plants had some rather conspicuous uses.

But in the present, you were still waiting on those organs. Tucking his bag under his arm, Ygor did something he'd typically shy away from for the sake of business. “Now, what exactly are you planning on doing with these, uh…?” He jangled the sack indicating it’s contents.

You blinked. “Blood sausage.” Animal organs are far cheaper than human organs. But you said it with such unshaking confidence, he almost believed you. “I’m…making blood sausage. For dinner.”

But he didn’t say anything. There was something about the way you towered over him that made Ygor weak. That burning behind your eyes gave the impression you’d suck the marrow from his bones had you been hungry enough.

Forking over the goods, Ygor caught a glint of too sharp teeth in your smile. “You did an excellent job with these…” Peering into the open bag, the way you cooed at him made his stomach leap, “Cleaned them yourself?” Why yes, he did. Glowering down over him in the least predatory way, you proposed, “We should meet again sometime. Drinks, perhaps?”

Oh, Ygor…you really screwed up now. On the list of what he’d do for money, he did not expect to include, ‘let some beautiful stranger talk him into grabbing drinks at the bar at the Stakehaus’. Yet here he sat, torn between reason and base, biological urges. Damn it…

“You look very, uh… you look nice.” Making sure to keep his anxious hands under the table and out of your sight, he maintained a facade despite the ravenous eyes of passing servers boring holes into him. “Ygor could've sworn you were just dug up yesterday!” You chuckled at how his voice pitched up with nerves, “You are such a charmer…”

The restaurant was bathed in this red glow that, with the nervous warmth thrumming through his veins, made Ygor feel as if he were adrift in someone else’s bloodstream. The only way he could bring himself to meet your gaze was to bring up business matters. “So, the organs-”

“Of course!” In contrast to his whisper, you spoke with enthusiasm. “I’m sure you’re aware- there is no shortage of dead in Darkmoor. Would you have sufficient resources to acquire-” Your eyes flickered across the room just long enough for Ygor to notice before you returned to your convivial graces, “Let’s say…five pounds of livers, kidneys, and hearts- delivered over the course of three months?”

Ygor was halfway through mental headstone math when you leaned into some oh, so precious personal space, placing a hand on his back. “A-ah!” All that sweet attention he was deprived of flooded his brain in an instant. His posture straightened like a whip, “S-sure!”

Unbeknownst to Ygor, that bartender wiping down the counter was eyeing up your companion the way you would drool over a friend’s meal. Now, many may not be aware, but in the highly competitive business of serving as a familiar, a certain amount of backbiting is to be expected. And you don’t share.

But it came across a certain way, and you felt bad, making the poor thing squirm. It was an hour of innuendo and flirting, of which Ygor spent gazing at you as if you’d hung the moon. At a lull in the conversation, you asked, “How’s some fresh air sound?” Why, he couldn't think of anything better…

Yep, there goes logic- out the door, and down some alleyway. Ygor was buying whatever you sold him. Your cold hand fisted into his sleeve as you pulled him against you. And you kissed. Stronger than his suspicions about your loyalty and the foreign feeling of someone else’s tongue in his mouth, Ygor liked being told what to do. You gave him something he’d never had before, and he wanted more.

Familiars couldn't turn humans into vampires. Ygor could feel the sharpness of your teeth with how you leaned into him. You could hurt him. You could kill him, maybe. Suffocate him in your embrace. Drown in your dark robes. Would you, if he asked politely? It’s not like death means something to him.

As so so often, kissing leads to touching. Your hands moved from shoulders to his chest, and that's when you felt it. Overtop a gnarled mess of scar tissue, and underneath the nicest shirt Ygor owned, sat that silver rosary he pilfered from a corpse. For protection- when your date insists on meeting you at that menacing restaurant in town staffed by Dracula’s platoon of familiars.

“Ah-!” When you flinched away at the fire against your palm, his lips followed yours until Ygor realized. He caught his breath in that sinking anticlimax- like dunking white hot metal into water. “Well. I can’t say I blame you for being afraid…” He felt the emotional, cold water shrinkage at the silent disapproval in your voice as you dismissed him- in the neutered kiss you pressed to his forehead. “I will see you again.”

And before Ygor turned around with that look on his face as if to ask, ‘when?’, that stranger who glowed like a bug zapper disappeared into the darkness.

[nomsfaultau]

Honestly what would you put in a summoning circle or bait a trap to catch each of your Philzas. Not people that’s a bit to obvious for some. Ican think of at least two who would like this

I'm going to include just. Every Philza. So hold on to your seats-I read the no people line too late

Where do babies come from?: Summoned via a 20 pound note and cold slice of pizza. Philza is half asleep and just got up for a midnight snack. Might eat one of the ribbons tho!

Where, then, do you loyalties lie?: Summoning circle is from baby scp Tommy, who (((somehow???))) has figured out how to use Red to summon Dr. Minecraft. Initially the summoning ritual would be initiated from baby Tommy torture, but eventually he'd get summoned because Tommy thinks there's an anomaly under his bed, or wants to show Phil a cool bug he found, or because it would be funny. So, summon using Red.

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): Trap, bait is a golden apple. Easy. Next!

Where Hearts Roost: Canonically summoned by Tommy screaming for help. But, witches in general just seem to show up whenever someone needs to make a dark bargain. Appears in a flurry of crows and might force you to answer his riddles three before helping, because he is a mischievous twit like that.

Fault: Can canonically be summoned using his true name. So, find that and you're golden! He might freak out and kill whoever summoned him because that will cause him many problems. Could be baited with a wallet photo chain of his Collected. Like, he'd know it was a trap, but he'd walk into it for the lols.

The altars we sacrifice our futures on: Can probably be summoned by the goddess he serves, so if you can 1. Summon Kristin via lots of murder probably and 2. ask her very nicely to procure a Philza for you, that'll probably do it. Could also be baited if you give him a puntable Technoblade, because he loves their slightly lethal 'friendly' sparring matches. Or a nice cream pastry, you know how good delicious food hits at his age? Priceless. Would use blood magic to evade the trap tho.

116 East Normal Street: Bait with an ancient Chinese historical artifact that he lost three centuries ago. (or...potentially lost...? Unclear if he's immortal (and of what type???), or Techno just thinks Phil is an immortal who thinks he's also immortal?)

Worth far more than your weight in gold: Hehehee ribbons look like tasty worms. Could also bait [Philza] with any amount of yummy looking gold. Canonically gets baited with his wife + glass trap.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!: Can summon this Philza with his name as well. Can bait him with revealing the mysterious secrets of a PB and J. Or a new child to kidnap so he can stop thinking about the horrors of immortalitly.

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: no, probably can't. There's no summoning mechanic, and Philza is a crotchety old man who has survived by being suspicious of everything nad constantly expecting the gods to trick him. But symbolically, a lantern could do it.

A ghost is a tragedy reliving itself: Probably can be summoned with a bog standard ghost summoning technique (although deeply unclear that he's a ghost). Will require sacrificing a baby, who instantly is drained of all youth and crumbles into an old person and then at last to dust. Congrats, you have now summoned a baby vitality vampire/drainer/entity!

The Lambs Wolves Wear: Can bait him with one (1) of his real alive children or a monster killing item/weapon. Philza will construct an elaborate lie in order to excuse himself into taking the bait. Has a dissociative panic attack when the trap kicks in.

Of feathers and fawning: Bait with the chick screams of avian Tommy. Normal Philza would be sus as hell, but Bird Dad Instinct Phil has no such reservations and will immediately fly face first into a trap. Also down feathers....they're so cute-

Mandatory Family Reunion: Baby pictures of Techno are good bait. However. Philza literally first chapter walks in to pick up his drunk kid with 30 snipers called in and several guns on him. So, you can trap him, but it is incredibly ill advised.

Shred your wings to make you ours: Bait with the succulent smell of a dying avian Techno. So juicy, so tender. Or promise him the trapped spot is a sound proof place to take a quick nap.

Bunnyblade's 5 step plan to take over the world: Can probably summon him with carrots and lab chemicals. Or bait him by paying Technoblade 5 carrots to run to the trap site + promise of thwarting Phil once and for all, freeing the bunny, Philza immediately chasing down right into the trap, and then. IDK hoping your deed will be remembered favorably by the soon to be new rabbit overlord once Techno has accomplished world anarchy.

Your heart in my hands: Tubbo's blood. Although, you're far more likely to get vampire Tommy trapped first since Philza is old and has more self control.

and uhhhh wips bc I have no self control- working titles

Ash on my fingertips; Not on my soul: Potentially Philza is summonable with some mirrors or light refracting crystals. Can be baited with new research material but gooooood luck trapping him because. He's pretty much a hologram...?

Always at your side but never in your sight: Cool architecture blueprints. But Kristin will be assassinating you latter tonight.

Stanpire: Philza could be easily baited with clout chasing, high donos, and his cute new fledgling. But, ah- are you sure you want to die that brutally?

Zombie au: Well, brains, but Philza would feel really awful afterwards....

[s0m3b0dy2u]

"but roman..."

"why didnt you script youre immune to hate" / "why did you literally script haters into your dr???"

three words: because it's funny.

I scripted that hate doesn't bother me, and that i think it's funny. also, im very petty and i cant do dumb shit just to spite the haters if there are no haters. i did script that my friends dont get any/get very little hate. for example, people only think good things about theo because he literally posts the most gorgeous photographs, shes amazing at their job, and hes just the kindest person to literally everyone they meet. nico has haters in the way any loud and obnoxious youtuber will but theyre very few and far between and he also finds them funny, but in a slightly different way then i do. felix's legitimate work is amazing, and theres so little room for criticism to begin with, and most of his shitty takes are on tumblr, so hes safe. venus gets the same kind of hate anyone that makes the kind of music she does will, also largely angry christians like i have in my hatebase. she, of course, is the best at handling hate out of any of us. shes absolutely brutal. shes also the first to clap back if any of her friends get any hate to begin with. of course, she has the largest fanbase out of all of us so... yk how that goes, im sure. she also like... thrives off of drama.

also, i've litterally written whole critical articles about myself, if anyone wants to read them

Blasphemy Disguised as Art: The Dangerous Message of Empire’s 666

Style Over Substance? The Fall of Rome’s Theatrics

etc.

the first one is my favorite (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

lets talk about 666

the only reason the ep (or even me in general) blew up as hard as it did is because of christian supremacists.

!! i dont hate christians or christianity, and i do not intend to mock the religion itself !! 666 is about my own personal struggles with religion !! also, the christians im talking about here are the kind that hardly live like christians--the ones that dont live and lead with kindness, but instead anger, and the kind that would condemn you to hell if they saw you walking down the street holding hands with someone of the same sex because "its a sin." the bible says we, as humans, are in no right to judge one another, etc. etc. etc. the reason i didnt script people like this out in this dr is because theyve greatly helped shape the person i am today--for better or for worse. (i feel the need to mention, now, i did script out homophobia, transphobia, and other forms of discrimination) !!

these people, maybe they saw the album cover, read the lyrics, or even just read the album and song titles, whatever it was they got so pissed. most of them havent seen anything else about me, and just jumped to the "hes encouraging devil worship" "he thinks hes better than God" etc etc etc. this lead more and more people to seeing my stuff and so... yeah

also the people that are like "EMPIREs too theatric" "romes too dramatic" like... no shit?? thats my whole thing?? idk what to tell you. my fans eat it tf uppppp too.

the people that are like "mmm maybe try making happy music now?? :/" piss me off tho like no???? my whole thing is doom and gloom. i am death incarnate, im fuckin--IM A VAMPIRE OK IM SUPPOSED TO BE VAMPIRIC ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა /silly

also theres nothing funnier than tiktok comments like "you need jesus" and "go read the bible" pllssss what????? (╥﹏╥) lmaoooo

and like keep hating, all youre doing is making me more famous??? idk like....

i also love ironic haters

like yes, lets pretend we hate each others guts while were sitting in a cozy lil cafe tg

lets say we hate each others music and then drop a collab not even a week later

૮꒰˶> ᴗ <˶꒱ა

uhhhh rant over

if youre still here, how was your day/morning? remember to take care of yourselves, drink some water, eat something--even if it's just a little bit--and take a break if you need to. i love you all <3 have a nice day/night

[strawberrystepmom]

pairing: vampire!natsuo todoroki x f!reader

word count: 3.5k

about: natsuo is handsome, well dressed, charming, and everything you’ve ever wanted but something tells you there’s more to him than meets the eye - given you can only see him after the sun sets.

contents: sfw, no smut here but suggestive behavior in the final scene. modern au, the todoroki family are vampires, natsuo is mid twenties and so is reader, a scene containing touya, fuyumi, and shoto, meet cute, reader struggles to sleep at night, mentions of blood. i will be further elaborating on this dynamic/au in the future!

notes: part of thot-o-ween 2023! welcome to week three! this is just good ol fashioned halloween romcom nonsense you'd come to expect from me. natsuo was the pinkprint and deserves his time in the sun so this is the first of TWO stories about him. the next will have smut, pinkie swear, but in the meantime hopefully this is something everyone can enjoy! thank you for reading ♡

Natsuo Todoroki, at his core, is a morning person.

How is one a vampire and a morning person? The two ideas seem contradictory but it’s just who he is, unable to be changed no matter how much time passes.

As a child, he would solemnly park himself at window sills and wrap himself up in the complicated and lacy curtains his mother dressed them in to keep light from getting inside. Waking with the sweet song of the birds outside his own heavy curtained windows, he’d watch the orange ball rise higher and higher into the sea of blue that it would come to rest in, only to be pulled away by his older siblings or his mother tutting at him for messing with the curtains again.  

He wondered what it would be like to be the sun. Bright and blazing, warming everyone around him without effort. It’s just what the sun naturally does.

Now, as an adult, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his scrubs after his shift in the emergency department ends and wonders what it must be like to be the sun as he wanders out onto the streets, zipping his jacket up over his chest and sinking into the warmth. It’s cold and wet in a way that is typical of an October night, the sliver of the moon sinking lower and lower as the sun begins to make her ascent to start the day.

He works his overnight shift for obvious reasons.

Dr. Todoroki’s reputation as affable and easy to work with is something the entire shift celebrates when he’s scheduled. He is well liked but nobody bothers to ask him to stick around once the shift is over because he’ll turn down the offers anyway.

There’s nothing more that he enjoys than his walks before dawn. It’s the only time he can even get this close to daylight, to feel the world heat up while he remains cold. 

Tonight, though, he isn’t alone on his walk and he’s all too acutely aware of where you walk several feet away from him on the adjacent sidewalk. He smells you long before he sees you, one of his fangs that keeps retracted at all times jutting out of his jaw and slicing his lip, and after verifying he isn’t bleeding he decides to keep a respectable distance despite his concern for your well being.

Why in the world are you out walking the city sidewalks by yourself at 3:58 AM?

You notice him, tall and broad and wearing green scrubs that obviously indicate he just got done working at the hospital, but you keep your distance. Walking the city is a choice you make well aware of the danger that could befall you but you also live by the “don’t start any and there won’t be any” mantra when it comes to trouble. So far it has served you well but it isn’t like you’ve ventured far from where you live, only around 6 blocks away from your tiny interior apartment. 

You struggle to sleep at night, trying every remedy under the sun but it never comes, so you walk until you can’t think any longer. You pace until you stumble into your home after the sun rises, almost too exhausted to move and then finally you are tired enough to sleep. 

Looking around the sidewalk, you splash in a puddle and hear a chuckle from the sidewalk across from you. Natsuo stands, hands still buried in his pocket, glancing at you from the corner of his eye and curiosity gets the better of you so you turn in his direction with your arms folded across your chest.

“What’s so funny?” Your tone is light hearted and he catches onto it immediately, gray eyes casting you more than a sidelong glance. The distance between the two of you keeps him from getting too good of a look at you but he likes what he can see. 

Natsuo finds you undeniably attractive, there’s something sweet about you besides your scent, and it makes him even more anxious to know you’re pacing all alone. The area around the hospital tends to be pretty safe but he worries what would happen if you went further down the road, where the amount of street lights grows fewer the further you go into the residential areas. So he bites, simply in an effort to make sure that you’re alright and will be okay after he departs.

“You, I guess.”

You laugh and he feels a thousand sunrises in his chest. Whatever he witnessed through curtains, whatever he has seen rising above the horizon like a beautiful balloon in the sky will never compare to this. He isn’t sure how to act so he slaps his hands against his thighs, shrugging and offering his signature Dr. Todoroki grin, toothsome and bright.

“I’ll be here all week.”

There’s an undeniable pull between you and this man but you stop just short of walking across the street. He seems safe and trustworthy, a good haircut and a killer smile but all of those traits were also attributed to Ted Bundy at one point or another so you decide to play it safe and stay in your place across from him, arms folded over your chest to ward off the chill in the air.

He watches your body language change and tries to match it the best that he can, keeping his hands buried in his pockets and his chin tucked into the collar of his jacket. Making you anxious is the last thing he wants and he won’t prod if you aren’t interested but his gut tells him to take a chance, to break the silence and see where it gets him. 

So he does.

“Seriously though, why are you out here at this time of night?”

Shrugging, you squeeze yourself where your arms are wrapped over your torso. It’s a soothing action, the equivalent of a hug. You feel better after it.

“Do you want the long story or the short one?”

“Whichever you’re most comfortable sharing.”

He chuckles again and you focus on his face, deep dimples visible even from several feet away and your heart beats hard against your chest. He’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s obviously employed…you shake your head to loosen this line of thinking, still holding yourself tightly when he takes the steps toward you to close the gap. You hop back from the edge of the sidewalk slightly, keeping a bit of distance between the two of you, and Natsuo feels that ache in his upper jaw that indicates his teeth are going to descend.

He takes ten steps to the side of you, leaving ample room between your bodies, and the ache stops enough that he can focus on what you’re about to say. You appreciate how respectful he is of your space although you have no idea his reasons aren’t wholly altruistic and it softens you toward the man further.

“I have never really slept well at night,” you start and he hums empathetically. He understands more than you could begin to know. “Even when I was a kid, it’s like sleep terrified me. Closing my eyes and not thinking and just being for a while. What could be more terrifying than not overthinking all night?”

“I get it. I have the same problem, that’s why I’m on overnights.”

You nod, smiling at him.

"Good to know there's someone else that doesn't have good luck with melatonin gummies."

A kindred spirit. Perhaps that's why you still feel so drawn to him despite the ten big steps between your bodies and you relax for the first time since he laughed at you, taking the time to really look at him now that he's so close.

He's just as handsome as you imagined when your mind was filling in blanks from across the street, hair as white as snow, tanned complexion, gray eyes. It's intimidating to see a man who looks like he belongs in the pages of a magazine face to face, much less one who is obviously flirting with you and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

Noticing your discomfort, he decides to introduce himself.

"I'm Natsuo. I'm a doctor." He cringes at himself upon realizing what he just said but you smile, arms still folded but posture slackening. "I don't know why I felt the need to tell you that."

You introduce yourself and he takes the time to memorize your name, repeating it and savoring the feeling of it across his tongue. A name as pretty as the person carrying it.

"It's okay, at least I know that you aren't some creep that stole a pair of scrubs off of the dude you just beat down for them. Unless..."

Natsuo laughs and heat rushes to your cheeks.

"Nah, I'm more of a lover than a fighter. My fatal flaw some might say."

You laugh and that same feeling blooms within him, rivaling the sun that is steadily beginning to rise over the buildings in the distance. He sighs when he sees it, removing his hand from his pocket and rubbing it over his face.

"I don't want to be weird or anything but I do this every night and..." he trails off, uncertain of what he wants to ask you, but you seem to get the message.

"I do, too. Same place and same time?"

Smiling, he nods and begins to walk in the direction opposite you toward where his car is parked at the hospital. He has to get home before the sun rises and he'll be cutting it close if he continues to slow play his departure but it's worth it for another second spent around you.

"Thanks for tonight. I needed it," you admit aloud and his ears turn red in response, bright and vivid through the snowy white hair barely covering them.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

“Where do you think you’re off to lookin’ so pretty?”

Natsuo rolls his eyes as he readjusts the buttons of the long sleeved shirt he donned just for the occasion of the evening while his brother reaches up and attempts to ruffle his meticulously spiked hair. It isn’t hard work for him to dodge his shorter brother but he shoves him with his shoulder anyway, frowning. 

“Stop it, Touya. I’m not going anywhere you need to know about.”

The thing about saying those words in reference to you, feeling them leave his lips in shapes he would rather not experience, is that they make his stomach flip. Anxiety turns the organ inside out, the man sighing through an army of uneasy butterflies in his stomach. He knows he can’t tell anyone about you, least of all his family. They have their own secrets but they’ve always strictly forbidden the taboo romance between a vampire and a human knowing it only ends in pain.

He’ll risk the trouble for you, though.

You - sweet, easy going, beautiful. Glowing with life beneath the dimly lit booths you snuggle in to press your knees against his long after the sun has set. Grinning as you grab his hand beneath the surface of the bar four blocks away from your apartment and two away from the hospital, the floors sticky with substances neither of you have cared to imagine. 

It has been months since that fateful first dawn walk, the two of you making a habit out of striding side by side. Natsuo ignores the ache in his jaw, you ignore the way he hasn't asked you for anything physical yet beyond holding hands, assuming he's just a little old fashioned.

“I’m starting to think you have a secret, little brother.”

He's keeping secrets from more than just Touya; the guilt gnaws at him if he thinks about it too long so he doesn't.

Natsuo shakes his head and raises his brows, a smirk playing across his lips. He happens to know where his own brother goes after the sun sets, eagerly bringing books and paintings to the home of the vampire that has been alleged to have started their family curse by biting Enji, their father; a woman perpetually 26 despite the many many centuries that have passed since her turn. 

“No worse than the one you’re keeping, I can assure you that.”

With that, Touya clears his throat and takes his space, fiddling with the strings of his sweatpants rather than making eye contact with his brother. Caught red handed and he knows it, he chooses to play offense rather than explain himself.

“You know about that?”

His younger brother smiles and claps him on the back with a nod.

“Keep mine and I’ll keep yours?”

“Obviously, dumbass.”

Taking a deep breath, Natsuo rolls his shoulders and lifts his hands to his hair, fingers running through it to calm him down. He yanks at the strands for a moment, thick fingers twining between the white strands, and Touya wonders what has him so uncertain. 

It’s not like he’s dating a human.

“I’m seeing someone and we have a date tonight.”

Oh, he’s dating a human.

“Jesus, Natsu,” Touya’s brows pinch together in the middle and he wraps an arm around his brothers’ shoulder, pulling him to his side. “You’re such a simp.”

Scoffing, the taller of the two looks down at his brother and frowns. He’s never truly astounded by Touya’s audacity but it does catch him off guard considering the only bigger rule you can break than consorting with a human in the Todoroki household is the one he’s currently attempting to bend.

“Who taught you that word? Your thousand year old girlfriend?” Touya returns his scoff, shoving him with the arm that isn’t wrapped around his shoulder and raising his voice. “She isn’t a thousand fuckin-”

Before he can finish the sentence, Fuyumi peaks around the corner and arches her brow wordlessly. Neither of the men can hide anything from their older sister so they don't bother, scooting over to let her into Natsuo's walk in closet just like they used to do as children when they were discussing the events of the world.

"So you're both breaking the big two?"

Natsuo sighs and nods sadly but Touya chuckles, clapping his sister on the shoulder just as he did his brother. That's one thing the siblings have always appreciated about one another - everyone is equal. Equal to give shit to, equal to protect, even Shouto who they all go to pains to take care of even more than the older siblings do one another.

"Please don't tell dad," Natsuo isn't above begging if it means he gets to keep you. He looks up at his sister through his lashes and she smiles back at him. "Of course, Natsu. We're all breaking some rule at the end of the day."

Both of her brothers raise their eyebrows and she shrugs, zipping her lips dramatically while the youngest of the four peeks around the corner with a deadpan glance.

"What are you guys doing in here?"

They look at his mismatched eyes and bunch together, making enough room for the fourth of them to squeeze inside.

"Natsuo's dating a human."

Fuyumi and Natsuo open their mouth to gasp and Shouto shakes his head. How his elder siblings haven't noticed at this point is beyond him, given Natsuo narrowly stumbles in the door as the sun rises every single morning, but the youngest has always been the most astute of the bunch.

"Yeah, obviously. He reeks of her every time he comes home."

Despite the terror of being caught, Natsuo belly laughs. There's nobody else he could be shoved in a closet with, admitting to lying to their parents and breaking the codes of honor the entire family have taken seriously as long as they've existed.

They all have secrets, Fuyumi was right. He is relieved and he feels full of love, group hugging his siblings and squeezing them as tightly as he can until all three start to groan and slap at his biceps.

"Okay well now that the cat is out of the bag can you guys leave me alone? I'm already running late."

Fuyumi and Shouto are the easy sells, wishing him luck and leaving to go gossip across the house but Touya sticks around, looking at his little brother that has become a full grown man with his own life and career and apparently, love.

He's proud but he'll never say it out loud instead choosing to further antagonize.

"Does she know?"

Natsuo shakes his head and Touya hisses through his teeth, clapping his brother on the shoulder and walking out of the closet.

"Good luck with that."

He knows that he'll need it.

"Do you want to come inside?"

This is the first time you've offered the option to Natsuo, his discomfort with any physical affection keeping you from broaching the subject this far, but the time feels right. The two of you spent the evening at an outdoor art show, admiring pottery and painting with your hands joined.

You are undeniably attracted to this man and you hope that you aren't misreading his affection toward you as more than simple friendliness, your evenings spent with him some of the best you've had since you can remember. Your hands remain linked, fingers twined and dangling in the small space between your bodies where you both lean against the frame of your front door.

Natsuo smiles down at you and it feels like the world disappears, walls and floors and atmosphere melting into something that doesn't matter when he looks at you. You've known it for awhile but there's no denying it - you're in love with him and asking him to spend the night, or morning rather, feels like the most logical next step.

His hesitation makes you doubt yourself, though.

"You don't have to, Natsuo. I know you're busy an-" he cuts you off by grasping your cheek with his free hand, thumb running along the soft skin beneath it. He has never been this close to you before, his teeth aching despite his self restraint, and he knows that tonight he must decide to be honest or leave you behind.

The thought of leaving you behind breaks his heart. You are the sun that he has so badly craved his entire life and there's no way he can continue without you, even if it means telling the truth and putting you both in the way of trouble in the process.

"I want to."

Smiling, you reach for the door and unlock it, keying in the code that you know he watches. You hope he has it memorized, if not you'll remind him again later. The lock unlatches, a mechanical whirring in the door, and as soon as the door opens he has you pulled against his body.

Pressed against the door, he finally kisses you. It's hungry, something raw and fiery beneath his exterior coming to the surface and you know that you'd let him have every bit of you right here on the floor if he wanted it. The scent of his cologne and the feel of his hands across your sweater clad body make you moan into his mouth and you yelp when something pokes your lip, assuming he nipped you a little harder than intended.

Mortified, Natsuo backs away from you with wide eyes and you see his tooth poking out of his top lip. The tip of it is dotted with blood from your lip and he backs away from you unable to hide his horror.

"I'm so sorry, I..." he mumbles a string of apologies and you put your hands on his chest to stop him, close enough to him that his body reacts naturally and his second fang descends through his jaw and peeks out of his top lip to join the first.

Your wide eyes gaze at him but hold no fear and he marvels at you. You are so trusting, so brave, so kind despite now knowing he's a...

"Vampire."

It takes all of you to contain the smile on your face from becoming too big when the word leaves your lips. You had an inkling something was different about him but you never assumed it would be this.

Dr. Natsuo Todoroki, your walking buddy, your companion, is a vampire.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Using the grip you have on his chest, you pull him down until he's face level with you. The same smile dances across your face and you waste no time kissing him for real this time, paying no mind to the way he whimpers when his tongue laves over the small puncture wounds his teeth have left on your bottom lip. You let him lick over the spots until he gets his fill, head swimming and heart full.

"Yeah, me too, because I would have done all of this months ago."

Natsuo laughs, kissing you again. His brows knit together when he laps at another pinprick of blood on your lips, another sweet groan leaving him.

You taste as good as you smell and his instincts tell him that you've just given him a tiny taste of all you're willing to offer.

[dopesongtyrant]

Okay okay I saw another ask and that made me realize😂😂 HONESTLY I HAD SM SHIFTING STORIES!! One is shifting to a reality where vampires are real, also having absolutely all of my old friends that I truly missed COMING BACK AND THEM TALKING TO ME!!!! Shifting to reality where I have a vampire lover, first I imagined her from scratch then I finally found her irl!!!! It was a dream!!!!! I also manifested an ex back as well because I'm not gonna limit myself to just one lover when I want two and I manifested that they are both fine with it🥰🥰💕✨ ALSO ANOTHER ONE IS I CONJURED AN ADORABLE PUPPY OUT OF THIN AIR!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I also shifted to a reality where death revision is actually a thing!!!! At first I was skeptical of it until I BROUGHT THREE INDIVIDUALS BACK FROM THE DEAD and it's as if they've been alive all along. That one was mindblowing to me because I realized death doesn't exist, they're just on another plane of existence and it's actually easy to shift there which makes me so utterly relieved knowing I will never lose my loved ones nor do I have to fear death 🥰🥰🥰✨✨💕 I also found immortals like serious immortals and that made me shift to an immortal timeline as well🥺🥺 as well as the secured Heaven frequency as well! Also I shifted to the reality where Magical things keep on happening every single day!!!!! I noticed the Universe talking to me more and more everyday. Another is my favorite people that I actually admire starting to flock to me and talk to me admire me a trillion times more🥰🥰🥰✨✨ Also shifted to a reality where I met absolutely everything I was terrified to face as a child just to see they have been safe and in my favor all along🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤍🤍🤍✨✨ Shifting to realities that I've worked soooooooooo hard to be in and now I'm effortlessly remaining in them and now they do the work in coming to me, securing me!! I HAVE SEEN FAIRIES AND MERMAIDS!!!! WHICH IS MINDBLOWING!!! Not only do I get my desires but they also GET FAR MORE MAGICAL AND BETTER TOO!! It definitely will get much much much much better and you will definitely succeed🥰🥰🥰🥰✨✨🤍🤍 The fact your name is Lucy and I saw you have a spiderverse dr lets me know you are truly Magical!!!!

this is a great one💕

thank you for sharing🫶

[aggieharkness]

WIPs?

Hello Anon!!! I do have a few WIPs as a matter of fact. I have chapter 8 of "Have I earned it, mother?" on the works along with chapter 4 of "And in her arms, she cradled your heart". I'm currently working on a vampire Avis fic that might get three chapters, I'm still thinking about that, but so far 16k words down. I have yet to sit down and write chapter 2 of "Kneel and please me". I have a couple of requests that I need to get round to, but I will. As for ideas I would love some sort of dark/horror for Dr. Seward but we shall see. Thanks for the question and my asks are alway open for anything at all, just to talk, requests, any suggestions or ideas you might like to see in any of this stories... 😊😊😊❤️❤️❤️

[soloremultiworlds]

Shifting Tumblr Intro

Hi everyone!

I’m Solore, a shifter from TikTok, who’s now moving over to Tumblr since the ban is still happening lol. I saw others giving an intro so I thought I’d give one too.

(Side note I am loving this app so far 😭 you can do so much editing in these posts with like no max word count )

Basic Info: 18 y/o, He/They, POC

My name is as stated above but Soul, or Zeke works too since those are my DR nicknames.

Been a shifter since 2021 (didn’t get to experience the infamous 2020 shifttok sadly lol)

My main DR(s) is The Vampire Diaries. I have DRs for all three of the shows in TVDU.

Other DRs are:

Hogwarts (golden trio)

Cobra Kai

Game Of Thrones

My Hero Academia

(New) Smallville

I have mini-shifted once (Felt someone grab my leg, very terrifying 😭). I am still actively trying to shift.

I will mainly be posting about my DRs here

I would love some mutuals, so if you have similar DRs or just want to be, let me know!

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

i assume you'll be coming for blood (that makes two of us)

Chapter 9

Ao3 | 3.6k Words | Sweetheart's POV

Rest, recovery, nasty, sloppy sex.

TW: Blood, biting, discussion of scar, self doubt and deprication, explicit sexual content. 18+.

It took weeks for him to fuck you, for him to deem your body sound enough to withstand it. You’d been up and walking for about a week, spending as much time as you could manage on your feet. You thought that Milo would prefer to carry you everywhere with the way he hovered over you. 

“You’ve got nothing better to do than follow me around?” You’d asked one evening as you walked the hall in the main wing (the fact that Milo’s house had wings made you want to puke, it was so pretentious). 

“Sweetness,” Milo laughed, “I cleared my schedule for this. Any reason to watch you from behind.”

You hadn’t been back to your apartment since the night you’d gone after the shade, so you didn’t have any of your own clothes. You’d taken to wearing Milo’s. He had closets full of fitted, silken shirts, sheer blouses, skin-tight pants, tiny skirts. He had a whole room for the stuff that was bigger than your bedroom. His shoe collection had its own zip code. You were wearing a loose knit sweater that you’d had to look up the price of before putting on (four hundred, on the low end for Milo). Even his sweatpants, a pair of which you’d effectively adopted, were designer. At your request, Milo had gone out to grab some of your essentials; namely a few pairs of plush, fuzzy socks to wear under his Gucci slippers. Stupid vampires with no sense of temperature; this place was so fucking cold. 

“Well, I’m sure your King will find a use for you eventually.” You grinned. 

“A luxury of being such a competent and loyal Prince.” Milo laughed. “When I ask for time off, I get it.” 

“How much time off, exactly?” You looked back over your shoulder to him. His silver eyes nearly glowed in the darkness like a predator’s. 

“As much as I need.” He simply replied. 

You walked the length of the house before your leg gave out. You pushed past the warning tremors that plagued your mangled thigh muscles and forced yourself to walk just a little bit farther than yesterday, the day before, the day before that. You reveled in the respite that Milo’s care had given you, but if there was one thing you refused to be, it was dependent. It was bad enough that you were jobless and relying on him for all of your financial needs. You would not remain a burden on the physical front as well. 

Milo’s hands found your waist as you stumbled, steadying you before you could even call out for help. You swallowed down the protests of independence that were waiting on your tongue. You batted down that suspicious, defensive part of you that tried to rear its head whenever you accepted help. You did need him. You would fall without his support. You were safe in his hands. 

“Easy!” Milo admonished. “You can’t push yourself to failure every day, Sweetness. This ain’t strength training, it’s recovery.”

“I know.” You ground out between gritted teeth. In truth, all you could think about was the cool seer of Milo’s hands on your waist, his long fingers brushing against exposed skin where your sweater had bunched up over your hip. He hadn’t touched you in weeks, at least not in the way you wanted. His hands were constant, holding you, steadying you, carding through your curls. But they never ventured far, never grasped around your middle, never teased across your chest, never charted between your thighs. You wanted him. But you couldn’t blame him for not wanting you anymore, not in that way. 

The scars had settled into something ugly, despite your three visits to Dr. Collins so far. You had hoped that the concave divots would fill out as you moved further and further away from the attack. Instead, they darkened against your skin and stayed. 

“You’re held together with duct tape and a prayer.” Collins had shook his head at the end of your first session. “I’m surprised there was enough of you to save. We’re gonna count our blessings that you’re alive and go from there.” 

You were horrific to look at, your skin was terrible to touch. You could barely hold yourself up, could barely bend your leg, could barely maintain the strength to make it through your pampered, lavish days. Nobody would want to fuck you. Not like this. 

Milo’s hand, soft as velvet, snaked from your waist around to the flat of your stomach. He pulled you back into him, pressed his chest into your back. He bent, his nose slotting into the crook of your neck. He took a deep breath and let it out in a moan. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he breathed. 

You held your breath, went stock still, terrified you’d spook him with any movement. Had he fed? You couldn’t remember the last time he’d left the mansion, which meant he was living off of bags. That wasn’t enough for him, for any vampire. 

“Milo,” you whispered, “have you fed?” 

He was off of you in a heartbeat. You spun around a bit too fast, barely caught yourself on your cane and found him, his back pressed against the wall a few feet off. One hand gripped at the oak wall runner, unnatural strength splintering the wood. The other pressed hard over his mouth and nose. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, muffled by his hand, “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart.”

“Hey,” you took a step closer. Milo’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. His pupils were blown, encompassing his silver irises. Was this blood lust? “It’s okay. You can… you know. Take a bite.” 

“No.” He said emphatically. His face twisted up with horror. “You’re still recovering, I won’t…” He shook his head, took another step away from you. “I have enough self control not to hurt you. I will not hurt you.” 

“Milo-” you extended a hand, reaching for him. One moment, you were standing in the middle of the hallway. The next, you found yourself pressed into something plush and comfortable. Milo’s weight was pressed on top of you, his hips grinding against yours as his form trembled with effort. You blinked and attempted to reorient yourself. You were in one of the countless sitting rooms in the mansion, just down the hall from where you’d been a moment ago. Milo had you laid out on a deep green fainting couch. Even in the grips of hunger he thought to lay you on something that wouldn’t restrict your leg.

“Fuck me , Sweetness,” Milo buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. His wet lips trembled against your skin. “I- I need-”

“It’s okay.” You said softly. You curled your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and tugged, keeping him in place. “You need to feed. I’m not anemic anymore. It should be safe.” 

“I don’t want-” his voice was trembling with effort. You felt your stomach twist. Of course he didn’t . Feeding and sex had been intertwined for the two of you before the shade. Milo wanted your blood, but he couldn’t want your body. After everything he had done for you, he deserved to take what he wanted and nothing more. 

“I know.” You said. “It’s… I can’t blame you. I must be horrible to look at, let alone… yeah. You don’t have to do anything. Just take what you need.” 

Milo sat up, pulled his face out of your neck and clenched his jaw. He swallowed once and opened his eyes to look at you. They were blacked over, overtaken by his instinct, his need. He was a predator, prowling over his prey and managing to hold himself back. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He spat. His teeth were still clenched together as he talked. Every muscle in his body was tensed. 

“Come on.” You rolled your eyes. “I just… Milo, I’m all fucked up. I know how… ugly it all is. You don’t have to fuck me. You can just feed.” 

Milo was struck silent, staring down at you with his mouth hanging open. He was so surprised that he was momentarily distracted from his hunger. 

“Where the fuck did you get an idea like that?” He breathed. He almost sounded angry, but the disbelief beat it out. “Did I… I haven’t done anything to make you think that, right?” His brow screwed up with something like sadness, like grief.

“No,” you shook your head, “you’ve been… I think you’ve been really polite about all of the… scars and stuff. But you don’t have to be.” 

“Sweetness,” Milo tutted, “I don’t give a shit about the scars.” He pushed your sweater up and spread his hands across your stomach, your chest. His fingers moved across your skin, scars going unnoticed. You gasped at his cool touch. “I’ve been fighting for three fucking weeks to keep my hands off of you. You needed time to recover, I didn’t want to hurt you but…” He bit his lip, fangs extended, mouth watering. “Fuck, Sweetheart, I want you.” 

You stared up at him, eyes wide and wet. 

“Really?” You breathed. Milo smiled, trailing one finger down the center of your chest, your stomach, right to the waistband of your- his- sweatpants. 

“Can I show you just how much I want you?” His voice was all breath, all heat. You shivered at the sound of it, at the feeling of his weight against your hips, his hands so close to where you wanted them. You moaned, bucking up into him. “Let me hear you say it, Sweetness. Let me hear you ask for it.” 

You gripped onto the edge of the fainting couch, pressed your fingers into its plush fabric. He set you on fire when he talked like that, like he could command anything of you and you’d do it. He was right, of course. He didn’t even need to trance you. Knowing how much he got off on your obedience, your desperation, your pleasure; it made your head spin. You whined and squirmed under him, testing what you could move and how without pain. 

“Please,” you whispered, your hands gripping at the hem of Milo’s cropped shirt. His skin was cool and soft, but his muscles didn’t give way. You pressed into him, dug your nails in. 

“I can’t hear you, Sweetness.” Milo grinned, even though you knew for a fact he could. “Come on, use your words.” 

“Please, Milo,” you groaned, smacking him half-heartedly in the abs, “please. I need you.” 

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he ducked back over you, pressed shuddering kisses to your neck, “since you asked so nicely.” 

He moved lower, trailing cold kisses down your chest and stomach. He pushed the sweater up for better access, ran his tongue over the skin above your waistband. His clever fingers slipped under it, slowly started to shimmy your sweatpants down your hips. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his curls. He groaned, voice buzzing against your skin. 

“Already making a mess for me,” he whispered against you. His breath sent a shiver up your spine. You arched your back and bucked your hips into his waiting mouth. His tongue curled around you, languid and teasing. He was a horrible tease. It was like he got more satisfaction from your whining, your begging, your desperation than from anything else. Sadistic asshole. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned against you. 

“ Please,” You pulled hard on your handful of curls, “Milo, your hands, please!” 

“Yeah?” He grinned “You need my hand, baby?” You nodded hard, your head swimming. Your face was so hot you thought you’d catch fire. “You get what you ask for, Sweetness. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” He propped himself up a little bit, his tongue curling over his extended fangs devilishly. Slowly, his blackened eyes locking with yours, Milo caught his first two fingers between his stupidly full lips. He took them down expertly, especially given how long they were. Once his lips wrapped around his knuckles, he pulled them out, opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue hang out over his chin for a moment as he held your eye. A line of drool trailed from his tongue to his fingers. You were making his mouth water.

“ Fuck,” you breathed, trailing your hand down from his hair to cradle his face in your palm, “you are so fucking hot.” His smile was sharp and hungry as he put those fingers to work. They slid into you, cold and clever, and sent your back into a painful arch. His free arm came around your waist to support your weight, taking the pressure off of your leg and helping you fuck yourself back onto his hand. His face dipped to rest against your thigh. “Bite me!” You gasped as he set an agonizingly slow rhythm. “Please, Milo!” 

His fingers slowed for a moment as he looked up at you. 

“You’re sure?” He asked, barely a whisper. You groaned and shifted, chasing his fingers, his friction, his fangs. 

“Yes!” You cried. 

He practically growled at your insistence. His tongue met the skin of your thigh as his fingers began moving again. He stuttered out a shaking moan, his desperation overtaking him. 

“God, I can taste you through the skin.” He sounded strangled, wrecked. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He timed his words with the thrusts of his hand. “I… I need to feed, baby. You know what to say if it’s too much?” 

Even this lost in you, this close to snapping, he was so concerned with your safety, your comfort, your pleasure. Your head swam with the tenderness of it all. You nodded, bit your lip. 

“Good,” he sighed into your skin, dipping his head back to press a kiss against your sex. “Take a deep breath for me, Sweetness.” You obeyed, filled your lungs and held it. 

His fangs sunk into you. Pain and pleasure burst across your nerves. The feeling of it, of his teeth in your skin, of his tongue lapping at the wound, of his moan of relief as your blood filled his mouth; it nearly sent you over the edge. You felt his rhythm fail for a moment as he lost himself in the bite. His pleasure reflected back to you, zinged up your spine and back again, an endless feedback loop. 

Milo fed deep and long, fucking you hard, crooking his fingers in just the right way. You dissolved into moans and grunts, panting as you gripped his hair hard in your hand, kept him pressed into your thigh. He came up for air eventually, his tongue catching every drop of blood as it slid down your thigh. Your legs shook. You were so close to your climax. 

“Let me fuck you,” he croaked, voice wrecked and high, “please, Sweetheart, please, please-” 

You pulled him up by his hair, tucked his face into the crook of your neck. You bucked against him as he withdrew his hand, fumbling with his pants to free himself. You could see the outline of his hard cock through his faux-leather pants. He wasn’t taking his time anymore. He pulled himself out and laid his pulsing, hard cock against your stomach. 

“Christ, Sweetheart.” He grunted, thrusting once against your stomach before blindly aligning himself and pushing in. “Fuck!” He hissed as your hips bucked, chasing his length. “Slow, slow, take it slow, baby,”

Milo’s still-slick hand pressed into your stomach, adding pressure that made your toes curl. His mouth, warmed by your blood, left wet kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulder. As if the bites wouldn’t mark you enough, he nipped at your skin and lapped at the hickeys as they formed. 

He bottomed out, his hips pressed against yours. 

“So fucking warm.” He panted into you. He was holding himself above you, not putting any weight on you, hovering an inch above your skin. “Just stay still for a minute, baby. Just get used to me. I’ve got you.” He pressed praise into your skin, murmured sweet names and loving words against you. The buzz of his voice cleared your mind. You huffed out hot breaths against him and scrambled for purchase on his shoulders. If he was anything other than what he was, you were sure you would scratch bloody lines through his skin with your nails alone. 

“You can bite,” you encouraged breathlessly as soon as you were able to form words again. You had begun to adjust to Milo’s length and shimmied your hips against him, encouraging him to move. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. “You’re not- you feel okay? Not dizzy or nothing?” He caught your gaze, inspecting your face intently. You clenched around him and rolled your eyes- eye. 

“Milo, if you don’t stop teasing me and just fucking bite me already-” 

“What, huh?” He grinned. His pupils had receded as he fed, but his silver rises were still swallowed by black. They twinkled in the low candle light of the room, dark and inviting. “What’ll you do, Sweetness?”

“I’ll flip you over and do it myself.” You snarked. He laughed, bending to press his forehead against your chest. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that one day.” He pressed a kiss to your sternum before lifting his head. “But not today. I’m supposed to be taking care of you, Sweetness.” His lips found your neck, his words were soft breath against your skin. “So just lay there and look pretty for me, hmm?” 

His bite was softer this time, almost gentle. The sting barely passed over your senses before his pleasure slammed into you. You keened and arched into him. It took a few moments, but eventually, Milo began to move. His rhythm was erratic, drilling into you in short bursts of desperation. Your mind fell into a comfortable, fuzzy place as the blood loss and endorphins mingled into the perfect high. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and held him against your neck. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me ,” he chanted into you, “God, you are perfect. Fuck, you’re so tight, Sweetheart!” 

Your orgasm crashed into you, catching you completely by surprise. You cried out and carded your nails over Milo’s back, straining your hips a bit painfully as you chased his hips with your own. Milo shouted and nearly fell out over you, his abs spasming to maintain his control. 

“Oh my God,” you hissed, keeping your desperate hold on him. Milo’s mouth was smeared with your blood, his face slack with bliss as he stilled, letting your ride out your climax. You clenched around him, making him whine. “Don’t fucking stop, don’t you dare!” 

That was all of the permission he seemed to need. Milo planted one hand on your stomach and pounded a series of devastating thrusts into you. You tossed your head back, baring your neck in a display of vulnerability you hadn’t expected of yourself. Milo panted against you, one hand sliding up to rest against your cheek. He craned your face towards him, and held your eye as he came. 

Milo didn’t pull out as he caressed his bites, pooling what little healing magic he could muster into them. They closed over, scarless. You almost wished he had let them heal naturally so that the evidence of this moment would stay on your body, at least for a little while. 

He licked at your neck, cleaning off the blood that had pooled in your clavicle. He sucked his own fingers clean of you. He pushed your curls back from your face and kissed your temples, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your lips. 

“I love you.” You whispered it like it was a secret. You closed your eyes to it, to his face, his reaction. You felt his body tense against yours. Those words were dangerous, deadly. You said them anyway. 

“I-”

“You don’t have to.” You blurted out, suddenly terrified of what he would say. He was seven inches deep and softening inside of you and you still couldn’t stand to hear him say it, or not say it, or say anything at all. “You don’t… that’s not why I said it. I just… I had to.” His hand found your face again, those clever fingers caressing your flushed cheek. 

“Sweetness, look at me, please.” He waited until you opened your eye, until you met his gaze, until you let out the breath you were holding. “When I say what I’m about to say, I need you to know that I’m not saying it because I feel like I have to. Because I don’t. I know I don’t. I’m gonna say this because I’ve been feeling it for months now. I love you. In a way I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybody before.” 

You hated crying after sex. It always made you feel like some sort of whimpering, emotional mess. The tears came anyway, sliding down your face, clouding your vision. 

“Really?” You asked. 

“Really.” 

You swallowed down a sob, pulled him down so you could bury your face in his shoulder. He shifted slightly so he was laying on one side and rolled you so you were pressed against him from head to toe. 

“I’ve got you.” He cooed. “Oh, Sweetheart.” He snaked his arms around you and held you tight to his chest. His arms locked in place, took your weight like it was nothing. It was nothing. 

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, he breathed. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

You were weightless. You were sobbing. You felt every tremor tear through your body and leave you boneless and limp in his arms. He didn’t let go. You didn’t either.

[the-fiction-witch]

Just the Three of Us

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty + Mild Smutty

I sang myself a little melody as I worked, needle between my fingers the thread bound around it tight and the thread unwinding slowly from the spool on the table. Cold blood painted my hands straining my nails and fingertips. My skirt was around me snuggly trying not to get blood on it but I'm sure I would at some point, My shirt sleeves were forced and balled up high in the hope of preserving my sleeves from the blood. The only sound was my delicate singing barely forming words, my voice bouncing off the cold stone walls, the gentle sound every so often of carts and horses passing outside visible only with the tall windows out to the street, and some sounds of beds and chairs being moved in the hospital above me. The one light hung above where I worked as the body of Mr Ashwood laid on the table, he had come in a few days ago complaining of... well frankly I don't know what he was complaining of, I hadn't heard. But he had passed away in the days between so now I was here to sew it together and prep his body ready to be taken and buried in the spot his family had chosen for him. 

I rather enjoyed being down here in the morgue, as dark as that would seem a place for a young lady to be comfortable. But I don't know something to... peaceful down here.

I will say, my assistant didn't help. 

Well, I say assistant... Tag along.

When I first came to tend to the body, A certain... someone, Tagged along. It had begun innocently with him simply standing over the body with me and explaining the work they had already done in surgery that I would now need to avoid, slowly but surely he had grown closer, his hands settled on my waist, his head moved to my neck breathing down on me, until we reached the state we stood in now.

His hands on my waist his fingers pressing into my corset bones, his body pressed up against my own, his head in my neck often making contact with the cotton of my shirt, making the only other sound that echoed around the stone morgue walls the familiar smack of a kiss against my shirt.

I wasn't frightened or annoyed, I mean I'm mildly bemused by him but that tends to be my typical reaction to him. As this was a fairly normal occurrence, I was often down here dealing with bodies and Jack was often down here... I assume because I was. That and hiding down here got him out of work he didn't want to do. And today was no exception, he had come down with me I think half to see me and half to avoid working, and somewhat just for some attention. Which I wasn't giving to him, I was far too busy. 

The issue is I think somewhere in Jack's mind my wording of the phrase 'Right I'm off to the morgue to sort this body,' gets lost and arrives in his mind as 'Take your pants off I'll be in the morgue' or something else equally as inviting. But I suppose a lot of the things I say probably sound inviting to him, I know every time I even mention the storage cupboard he jumps up like a bloody six-year-old hearing the word ice cream. But the storage cupboard had been a place we had not much visited lately as we had been too many close calls there recently. But here in the morgue was still safe at least for now. 

His kisses grew more passionate leaving a trail of kisses up and down my neck, which made me roll my eyes a little. 

"Pray tell, there a reason your slobbering all over me Dr Dawkins?"

He chuckled in his sly way, "Becuase I've missed you," he whispered in my ear, "Haven't you missed me too? Hmmm?" He asked rubbing the tip of his nose down my exposed neck, 

"I have missed you, But you don't see me coming up to you where you're working and trying to bite you like a bloody vampire, now do you?"

"Only because it would get us caught," he smirked, 

"You could at least help Jack,"

"I am helping,"

"Yourself."

"I'm helping. I'm keeping you company."

"I have plenty of company, organs and bones what other company do I need?" I laughed, "Also what happened to his liver?"

"Sneed took it."

"Why?"

"You ask him," He shrugged, 

"Isn't that the fourth one he's taken?"

"Sixth actually."

"Why?"

"He's... doing something I don't know." 

"I can always tell between you."

"Can you? What Mine are alive?" he chuckled,

"Not always." I laughed playfully batting his head with my own "No I can though, look at this. You'd think he was cutting with a bloody butter knife."

"Hummm" He chuckled giving me more kisses,

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

"Speak Jack or I'll cut your tongue out," I warn,

"Bloody."

"Yes?"

"What would your father say he heard you uttering such language?" he laughed, "You never used to talk like that till you met me."

"Ohh you think that you're rubbing off on me?"

"No, I can do it if you want me too?" he smirked pushing his hips against my own so much it made me hit the table, 

"Excuse you?" I warned "You shall not be rubbing off on me you dirty little wombat," 

"Of course, I do apologize," he said, "I'll just have to fuck you instead then?" He smirked holding my hips tight and thrusting his hips into my own until he pinned me against the table and started to board-line hump me 

"Oi!" I complained, "I. am. busy." I reminded him trying to get his hands off I did manage to move them from my hips for a few seconds and in response, he grabbed my breasts "Jack!" I yelped forcing his hands off "Would you kindly take your penis elsewhere Dr Dawkins." I complained and the moment I set my needle down a moment he simply lifted me

"Up we go little lady"

"Ahhh Jack!" I squealed and sat me down on the empty table beside where I was working and quickly standing between my legs 

"Come on, you know you want to as badly as I do" he smirked "And how often do we get time just the two of us?" he smirked rubbing his nose on the bridge of mine 

"It's not just the two of us." I glared, he looked confused so I glanced back to the table I had been working at and the body that lay on it, he glanced back but smirked at me 

"I'm sure he won't mind," He smirked, pulling me to his lips, I wanted to argue with him but I melted very quickly wrapping my arms around him sitting my elbows on his shoulders as it did not coat him in blood as we passionately kissed he was the hungrier of our kiss but I kept up with him as much as I could the two of us kissing for what could have been an hour with no sign of letting up, his hands found there way up my skirt stroking my thighs suggestively so I wrapped my legs around him locking my ankles at the base of his back as our kisses got even more intense our gasps the only sound other than the clacking of our lips. 

I heard the door and immediately pulled back much to Jack's frustration but he saw the door, as Tim stood having come to collect the body, he saw us and of course what we were doing. "I uhhh I'll come back later." He said quickly turning around and shutting the door behind him, 

I sighed in relief it was only Tim, someone who already was well aware of what me and Jack I got up to and not someone who would have caused us to get into trouble, like Prof, or Sneed, or Christ my father! 

"So? Where were we?" Jack smirked trying to get back to our kiss

"We can't, if Tim found anyone could, we have to stop." I told him pushing him away and getting back to work "Besides I need to finish this body up." I said but before I had even picked the damn need up 

"Nope, off we go little lady." He smirked picking me up in his arms I again squealed but he ignored me 

"ahhhhh jack!" I whined, "Where are you taking me!"

"To bed. where that bossy little butt belongs" He smirked... 

[venusiandollz]

Twilight dr>>you

FC: Manon:Katseye

Name- Isabella “Bella” Priscilla Swan (unoriginality is my speciality)

Age-17

S/O- Edward Cullen (cuz only vampires can love you forever)

Year-2008 and obviously the same day Bella starts high school ofc

Vampire powers-my vampire power is-mind control(anyone it works just like the TVD vampires), and immune to others power

i turn three months after my wedding on a full blue moon in the meadow and when i turn i will see a shooting star go across it -how i feel writing this 😼

Facts/scripted?- So i recently like last year finally read Twilight and it’s 100xxxx better than the movie so im going off of the books

Also scripted Jasper doesn’t throw me into a glass on a table in a room full of vampires😞 new moon will STILL happen idk how yet but it will and trust yo girl will crashout

Listen i love Rob’s Edward DONTTT get me wrong but i want Edward to look like how he’s meant to and he’s FINEEEE I want that ice popsicle from him 😋🫶🏽🧊.

here’s what my tormented dark soul of a man looks like in the books(trust i can fix him🙏🏽)

I scripted that we have a Target,Sephora and Ulta in port angeles cuz…. the stores i’ve seen so far aren’t my vibe.

Jasper faked his age traveled to the north to be in the Union (sad i have to scirpt this 😞🫶🏽)

original material(surprising)-My necklace has been passed down through generations of women on my mothers side it was created by my ancestor who was a witch that created all the supernatural world (vampire, werewolves and witches) she created this necklace with the properties of: if I have it on and someone tries to take it off it shocks them it can b supernatural or not it shocks them, if I’m a vampire it shields me from shimmering in the sun, it can cure vampirism, it enhances the abilities you possess as a vampire the necklace’s red ruby jewel glows when it senses  it trying to be taken by force

reading that it lowkey has a bit of TVD in it and especially the necklace so nvm NOT orginal material 🫡

[vasilek-ymep]

my lorax au once-ler (Drug-Ler/Junk-Ler/Weed-Ler/Addict-Ler or just Torchalkins)

translation of the interview 1997:

Jane: We haven't been able to contact You for a long time. Are You always so busy, or is there some other reason?

Once-ler: Yes, I work all the time. The corporation isn't standing still. I'm directly involved in the development of new and more advanced 'drugs' .

Jane: Is 'Dr.' Moore after all?

Once-ler: (laughs) You could say that.

Jane: The our article title is 'Sweet 16x2'. How do You feel at 32?

Once-ler: I feel great. I can't believe it's been so long! This age was always seemed unattainable and very far away to me. Especially at the 16.

Jane: The article should have been called 'Sweet 16'!

Once-ler: (laughs) maybe!

Jane: You haven't changed much. What's the secret?

Once-ler: There are no secrets. I just don't drink or get drugs.

Jane: That's good. Now many people are addicted. Especially teenagers.

Once-ler: It scares me.

Jane: Is Your company RSGS MED CORP aimed at combating teenage alcoholism and drug addiction?

Once-ler: Yes, that's right. It needs to be eradicated.

Jane: I like Your attitude!

Once-ler: Likewise, Jane.

Jane: It's great that You took the time for a little interview. You haven't appeared on TV since the 1990s. What is the reason?

Once-ler: I try to exclude TV from my life. It spoils the nerves. There are no promising shows for me at the moment where I would like to appear.

Jane: Mr. Moore, You have become a sex symbol of the 80s. It's already the 97th year, and You still remain the idol for teens. Tell us about Your views on life.

Once-ler: I think everyone should appreciate the time that God has given us. Every second should be spent usefully. Communication gives us a lot. You need to strive to get to know new people in order to gain experience from them. Of course, the most important thing in life is mental balance, career and family.

Jane: (laughs) arranged in decreasing order of importance for You?

Once-ler: (laughs) Almost.

Jane: My newspaper has received a lot of questions from fans about what You're listening to. Tell us about Your favorite musicians.

Once-ler: I really like Prince!

Jane: Exactly, how could I forget. You have his guitar?

Once-ler: Yes, yes!

Jane: A gift?

Once-ler: Yes, we contacted.

Jane: Which his song do You like the most?

Once-ler: 'Soft and Wet'.

Jane: (laughs) Exotic and sexy!

Jane: In '89 You released Your album under the label 'Crystal', and in '91 You starred in the musical 'Go Billy Gox3'. What was the reason to stop trying to enter a musical career?

Once-ler: Perhaps a criticism. You know, I've always loved funk and rhythm-and-blues more, but my voice is too low to compete with Sly & the Family Stone or Talking Heads.

Jane: I think You'll find Your genre!

Once-ler: (laughs) No, no, I'm not into music.

Jane: You've been in three films. Are You planning to shoot more?

Once-ler: I would like to. So far, there are no scripts that I like.

Jane: Really?!

Once-ler: Alas!

Jane: Tell us about Your favorite actors and films.

Once-ler: Audrey and Ted Wiggins definitely!

Jane: Such a quick response. What kind of paintings do you like with them?

Once-ler: 'Sweet Blood'. All the parts.

Jane: Wow!

Once-ler: I like the theme of inquisitions and steampunk... and vampires, of course! (laughs)

Jane: What do You think about the progressive-anarchic views of life of young people?

Once-ler: I think this is maximalism.

Jane: Were you like that?

Once-ler: Perhaps! It's just that my environment is enviably full of aggressive fanatics. I know you're going to read this, American!

Jane: (laughs) Is there a problem with your cousin?

Once-ler: Conflicts of worldviews.

Jane: You have a direct influence on American politics. Why haven't You been running for president yet?

Once-ler: I'm a pharmacist. I doubt that I can make America strong if I become president.

Jane: Are You a patriot?

Once-ler: True. I protect my homeland from people like me. (laughs)

Jane: Tell readers Your favorite books.

Once-ler: Read McDonagh.

Jane: The Scotsman?

Once-ler: The Irishman. But it seems to me that these are familiar problems for our country.

Jane: You've written two books about finding yourself. Is this an important issue for You?

Once-ler: Very much. As I said before, balance in the soul is a balance in life.

Jane: It's inspiring!

Jane: Are You still single? Or have You got a partner?

Once-ler: I haven't found the right person for me yet.

Jane: In the future, can I leave you my number? (laughs)

Once-ler: I'm yours! (laughs)

Jane: We don't know much about Your personal life outside of the media amplua. Why is that?

Once-ler: I prefer to be in the circle of friends and family without prying eyes.

Jane: Do You like being alone?

Once-ler: Perhaps…

Jane: Thank You, Mr. Moore!

Once-ler: It was a pleasure to answer Your questions!

Jane: You're very sweet. You seem so serious on TV!

Once-ler: Really?! How embarrassing…

Jane: It's even entertaining!

[petergirl10]

Character Profile: Jonathon Young / Nikola Tesla

Damian Kindler (creator, executive producer & writer): Tesla's one of our favorite characters. He's a fan favorite, he's a writer favorite, he's an actor favorite.

Christopher Heyerdahl ("John Druitt/Big Foot"): I love that character. It's always so much fun watching a Tesla episode...

Ryan Robbins ("Henry Foss"): I think as far as vampires go, Tesla's probably the coolest vampire out there. I'm not just saying that because he's on our show, but I think the way Jonathon plays him makes him a very cool, very relevant vampire. He's not a stereotypical...He's not what you see. He's really done something really interesting with Tesla. He's very bright, very intelligent. Not to say the other guys aren't bright and intelligent, but you know what I mean. He doesn't sparkle.

Jonathon Young ("Nikola Tesla"): I've played Nikola Tesla on stage before, in a very different show, that really was a historical drama about his life, so my job in that play was to do research, collect anecdotes about him, and then try to create a portrait that came from that.

Christopher: He's known for playing Nikola Tesla and doing a great job. He's an extremely talented, one of our great talents in Canada. He's an amazing actor. He's one of those people who has a special gift. He's gifted physically, he's gifted intellectually, he's very graceful, and very specific in all his movements, and it's beautiful to watch. So, when they were talking about this character, Nikola Tesla... but he's going to be a vampire, I thought, "I don't know. Will Jonathon even be interested? I mean, this sounds kind of silly." You know, he's taking a character that he knows inside out, and we're going to make a vampire out of this? But at the same time, Jonathon has the look of a vampire. He has these amazing teeth, and they're very vampiric in many ways. I just thought he'd be perfect, and anyway, he'd probably have a hell of a lot of fun with it.

Jonathon: It became clear right away that the Sanctuary Tesla isn't so much interested in a imitation of a historical character, and I think that what's in the script is that he loves ideas above all else, he loves himself above anyone else, that he's intensely competitive, and that he has an arrogance about him that puts himself ahead of everyone else. Of course Tesla's ultimate goal is, you know, world domination.

Magnus: You're mad, Nikola.

Tesla: No! The Philadelphia Experiment was mad, but this... is progress.

Martin Wood (executive producer & director): One of the cool things about season three is we bring back Nikola Tesla, now the non-vampire version of Nikola Tesla.

Tesla: Well, I hope you're all happy now. I'm ordinary.

Martin: It's funny because everybody loves Tesla as a vampire, and the problem is, when you have a character that everybody loves the way they are, as soon as you start changing them, everybody goes, "You can't do that! That's our favorite guy! He does that!" You know, it's crazy.

Tesla: Here's to the glorious vampire race, once mighty, now extinct.

Amanda Tapping (executive producer, director & "Dr. Helen Magnus"): He's left de-vamped. He's left with this other gift, which he will call his incredible magnetism, I'm sure, but he... Yeah, it's a different Tesla, and it's a Tesla struggling to sort of figure out what this gift means, and how he can use it.

Tesla: Well... I can work with that.

Jonathon: I think, like Tesla, I thought it was an opportunity for something new. I mean, that's how Tesla ends that whole episode. He's totally despondent, but then, that "I can work with that" moment is because I think he sort of looks at everything as a game, and an opportunity to work things to his own advantage, so I think his mind started turning right away, and for me, I mean, I think that one of the great joys about acting is that, even though I'm playing the same part, every time I come on set, it's always new, so... I... I felt confident that the writers have a master plan in mind, and that this was a detour that was going somewhere.

Magnus: Nikola, the door!

Martin: What happens in season three is he's magnetic, and he can do some fun tricks, but it's not as cool as being a vampire, so we may end up making him back into a vampire at some point.

Amanda: But I can just say that we've shot an incredible scene that changes that too. So... literally just shot it. I still have the blood on my hands.

Tesla: I'm back, baby. And it feels so good.

Damian: There's different types of Nikola Tesla stories. There's the "we get a message from Tesla, and he's in trouble, but not the kind of trouble we think, which leads to other trouble, and he's got the..." It's the "hidden agenda" Tesla stories.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Maybe a little tighter. You know, just to be safe.

Magnus: If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible.

Jonathon: Whether or not there... was romance, I think should remain a secret until it's revealed, but there's clearly always the potential for that, but if anything, that makes the friendship that much more interesting and magnetic.

Amanda: It's an interesting... They're both incredible geniuses, they're both incredibly stubborn, and they both love each other deeply, though both of them are loathe to admit it.

Tesla: You have a Sasquatch for a butler, and you travel the world with history's most notorious murderer, and now you don't feel safe? Helen, green is not a good color on you.

Magnus: Don't be ridiculous.

Tesla: She's intelligent, powerful, remarkably well-preserved for her age, everything I look for in a woman. And unlike someone I know, she's actually interested in me.

Magnus: I'm not engaging in this childish conversation.

Tesla: The more you deny it, the truer it is.

Damian: I think Tesla's always had a deep, deep place in his heart for Magnus, but knows that he is never going to be the love of her life, that tall, bald, and homicidal Jack the Ripper is going to be the one that's got her heartstrings.

Magnus: We'll all meet back here with our keys.

Druitt: That leaves you and... Nikola. Your tests are marked for the same area.

Tesla: I guess your father liked us best as a couple.

Druitt: Helen, if you can wait, I...

Magnus: I'll be fine.

Tesla: Such chivalry.

Druitt: If any harm comes to her, accidental or otherwise...

Tesla: I have no reason to do her any harm, but you, I'm finding more reasons by the minute.

Magnus: Honestly. I am surrounded by adolescents.

Jonathon: Definitely the deepest animosity between Druitt and I, and it'll be interesting to see how that plays out. You know, what kind of jealousy there is there.

Christopher: Nicky's a pain in the ass, really. I think that if he saw the arse end of Nikola Tesla, he'd be a happy man.

Tesla: The power in that vial, it could change history, create any kind of future we choose.

Druitt: We?

Jonathon: It comes down to showmanship, too, I think. Who really is the most... Who has the most power, I think. Or who can go to the most extreme place. I mean, Druitt is such an extreme character with such darkness in him.

Tesla: Guess who's still standing?

Magnus: John?

Druitt: Hello, Nikola.

Jonathon: And when we first met Tesla, that was certainly the way Tesla was introduced, was that he was the darkest, or had the most capacity for evil.

Christopher: At the same time, there's a wonderful... respect and camaraderie to these two, that...

Tesla: John, really. He's not worth it, pardon the pun. If you kill him, he can't help her.

Adam: Same old Johnny.

Tesla: Shh, please.

Jonathon: We saw a more human side to him, as we have seen with Druitt, too. But again it comes down to... competition, and I think past grudges too.

Tesla: Nice move last time we met, Johnny. Took me a while to get over it.

Druitt: Not long enough, old boy. Care for another helping?

Jonathon: It's qualities of Tesla's that Tesla sees in Druitt, that Tesla reacts to the strongest, so it's when he... I mean, I think that that's true in life. When you actually take apart what it is you don't like so much about someone, often it's qualities that you have, so I think his arrogance, and his power, and, uh, his, of course, special bond with Magnus.

Magnus: Hand it over.

Tesla: Very well. But really, I have to say, when I imagined the splendor of the entry hall, an architectural site thousands of years old, a veritable marvel of art and design, and to think that the first witnesses to this spectacle will be Huey, Duey, and Screwy? Really, Helen, my heart sinks you chose them over me.

Magnus: Don't be bitter.

Tesla: But I do it so well.

Jonathon: Well, I think Tesla has such disdain for ordinary humans, and takes great pleasure in making that known.

Tesla: I want my life back. Look at me, Helen. I'm reduced to parlor tricks and Morse code. I can't even get out of a cobweb without help from these chumps. What am I now, human with... with benefits? It's pathetic.

Jonathon: And at any chance he can get, I think... making fun of how pathetic and weak regular humans are.

Tesla: You, I like. You, I don't know.

Will: I'm Dr. Zimmerman. I work with Dr. Magnus.

Tesla: Protégé. Well, the mission's necessary disposable item.

Magnus: Stop this, Nikola.

Robin Dunne ("Will Zimmerman"): Will and Nikola have an interesting relationship, I think. I don't know if you can even really call it a relationship. Definitely from Tesla's point of view, I'm sure he just sees Will as just some pathetic little human who, you know, is something of an annoyance. He kind of treats him as though he's a child.

Will: And you just happened to get trapped by them. God, that's so weird.

Tesla: Yeah, down, Junior. I didn't know they were here until they tried to make me part of the architecture.

Jonathon: As far as Tesla's concerned, Will's just not in the same class, and needs to be reminded of that, on a daily basis, to keep him in his place.

Will: Retrieve the Source Blood, and it's a grand slam?

Tesla: One thing at a time, Dr. Expendable.

Jonathon: I think because Will is so resilient too, and puts up with so much, because he believes in his work. I mean, as far as I can tell, Will believes in his job, and is devoted to Magnus, he becomes a great foil for Tesla's arrogance.

Will: You know what I say? I say you got yourself into a little bit of trouble, and you dragged us into the mess, too. So stop whining about it.

Tesla: I thought helping people was part of your job description.

Will: Yeah, people. You, Professor Hidden Agenda, not so much.

Robin: His opinion of Tesla is that Tesla's a guy who's in the Tesla business first and foremost, always has a secret agenda, doesn't ever do anything that doesn't benefit him in some way.

Tesla: Unprotected platinum coils? Wolf-boy... Have a word with him about power efficiency.

Magnus: I doubt Henry planned on this kind of re-purposing.

Tesla: That's no excuse.

Ryan: Tesla and Henry have an interesting relationship because I don't think Tesla respects Henry very much at all, and I think despite himself, Henry can't help but respect Tesla and admire him. I think Henry admires the guy, and hates him for being so clever.

Henry: Yeah, I get how you could generate a signal by clenching your kegels or whatever, but how did you get the range?

Tesla: Oh, you obviously didn't do any aerial mapping on your way in. Had you, you might have noticed the amplification properties of the local terrain.

Henry: Parabolic focus point. Okay, then wouldn't it be secondary signals...

Tesla: Hey, shh, shh! Slop. You'll hurl yourself, and I'm feeing far too tired to feign concern.

Henry: You're welcome. Jackass.

Ryan: It's the last guy in the world Henry wants to, you know, learn from, or look up to. I think he just despises so much about him. I mean, you can go back to that whole vampire/werewolf thing, where those are just two... They just never get along, historicity, ever.

Tesla: The Cabal have been planning this move for decades. I've had two days, a crappy lab, and Tiny Tim for an assistant, so please cut me some slack.

Henry: If you think working with you is a party, think again, Vlad!

Tesla: Good, you finally showed up. Quit your whining and get to work.

Jonathon: And he's got to work with Wolf-boy, in the lab, with the crappy antique tools that Magnus keeps around. I mean, I think when Tesla gets angry about something, especially if it's a mistake that he's made, he immediately blames somebody else, and I've found that fuels a lot of scenes is that often Tesla's just angry at his own predicament, or his own error, and that fuels a bunch of rage at someone else.

Tesla: Never bore your audience.

Damian: That, to me, is Tesla. "Never bore your audience." That's him. That's a very definitive moment. He's about to do something brave, but in his mind, it's like, "Well, I'm only doing this because God forbid anything should be dui and uninteresting." And he's about that. He's a genius, and geniuses are like that. A lot of criminals are geniuses because they're just bored silly living inside the rules of society, and Tesla's like the ultimate criminal genius.

Christopher: I think he's an enjoyable... an enjoyable person to dislike.

Amanda: He's the character you love to hate, and you love to love, because he's just so out there. Yeah, yeah, and he has become one of the most popular characters on the show, and for very good reason, not only because the actor playing him is so incredible, but because this character is such a fully realized... dink. You just love him. I don't know if I can use that word, but I'm gonna.

Tesla: Yeah, well, since when did I become the responsible member of this group? The big hairy one can answer the phone. I'm not missing out on this.

Druitt: You're absolutely determined to come with us?

Tesla: Of course I am.

Druitt: If you insist.

Tesla: Son. Of. A. Bitch!

Jonathon: That's what makes him so fun to play is... his ability to say absolutely anything.

Tesla: No, we mustn't forget our most important achievement of the day. My resurrection.

Magnus: Oh, here we go.

Tesla: Sweet, sweet resurrection.

[whumpeesblog]

Beneath the hollow oak part 11-12

Content Warnings: (for the full fic) Emotional trauma, captivity, medical experimentation, body horror (mild), violence, PTSD, chronic illness, anxiety, grief, supernatural themes (vampires, werewolves, ghosts), found family, recovery, and healing after trauma

The camera feed flickered slightly on the monitor.

Issac sat in his father's study, no longer alone. The house had come alive overnight with quiet footsteps, murmured excitement, and the efficient rustle of files and coats. Strangers were everywhere now. Researchers. Scientists. All part of the project.

All part of this.

On the screen, Vinnie was curled on the bed in the observation room, too still for someone usually in constant motion. His hair was mussed from where he'd raked his hands through it. His jacket hung loose around his shoulders, like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

He looked... wrong in that room.

Like a brilliant painting stuffed into a filing cabinet.

Issac had to look away.

“Your work has been nothing short of extraordinary,” said Dr. Merrin, a tall, wiry woman in her early sixties who had apparently been studying vampire biology since Issac was in nappies. “We’ve never had such a clean entry. Most vamps fight. Bite. Burn. But this one... this one came in willingly.”

“He’s not an animal,” Issac said, a little sharper than he intended.

Merrin didn’t flinch. “No. But he’s dangerous. That’s the problem.”

From across the room, someone else. Dr. Kleve, who’d introduced himself with a handshake like a vice, spoke as he adjusted a tablet. “We’re all very aware of what happened in Geneva. The glamour response is our top concern. If he gets a lock on even one of us, we’ll be compromised.”

Issac’s stomach twisted. Glamour response.

They made it sound like a malfunction. Like faulty wiring in a machine.

He looked back at the screen.

Vinnie had stirred, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand. Even from here, Issac could tell he was still sluggish. Muddled. Confused. The most confident person Issac had ever met was now curled in on himself like a kicked dog.

Someone wheeled in a sleek metal case, unlatched it, and revealed the prototype.

“It’s still in early stages,” said Merrin. “But we think the collar will be effective.”

Issac’s eyes widened at the device.

Thick, matte-black metal. A thin seam revealed a UV light band beneath the surface. There were patches on the inside, some kind of chemical dispersal points. On one end, what looked like a needle, long and thin, sharp enough to punch into flesh.

“UV suppression to weaken,” Merrin explained calmly. “Pheromone neutralizers to block the glamour effect. Electrical deterrents in case of aggressive behavior. And, as a last resort, a spinal inhibitor that will cause temporary paralysis.”

Temporary, Issac thought numbly, but it still felt like a knife in his gut.

“We’ll have to monitor his physiological response to the glamour triggers,” Kleve added. “So far, we know it starts with an iris expansion, then ocular lock, a type of direct eye contact. The pheromone release follows milliseconds later. It’s almost imperceptible unless you’re watching closely.”

“Has anyone considered that he won't use it, that this whole collar thing is a bit harsh?” Issac asked bitterly, surprising himself.

A few of the team chuckled like he’d made a joke.

“No offense,” Kleve said, “but you’ve known him for, what, three months? These creatures live for centuries. They’re experts in manipulation. He might seem friendly, but don’t mistake that for harmless.”

He helped me fix my washing machine, Issac wanted to say. He taught me how to line up a pool shot. He made me hot chocolate when I had a panic attack.

Instead, he nodded mutely, staring at the collar. His mouth tasted of copper.

They were going to use it.

They were going to lock it around Vinnie's throat like he was a rabid dog.

He looked back to the screen again, just in time to see Vinnie sit up fully. His shoulders hunched forward as if the air itself hurt to breathe. He ran a shaky hand through his hair again and glanced at the camera.

Just for a second.

Just long enough that Issac flinched, half-convinced Vinnie was looking straight through it.

Straight at him.

________

The hiss came before the panic.

A thin, silvery mist vented into the room through narrow slits high in the walls, it was quiet, almost like a whisper. It danced in the light like steam, curling low and fast.

Vinnie jerked upright on the bed.

His pupils contracted to slits. He coughed once, then again, sharp and startled.

“The hell?” he muttered, blinking rapidly.

His body swayed as he tried to get to his feet. His knees buckled. He caught himself on the wall, fingers splayed, breath shallow. Already his skin was damp with sweat.

On the other side of the cameras, Issac stood frozen beside the researchers. His own breathing was shallow too.

“Sedative mist,” explained Kleve calmly, arms folded as if this were routine. “He won’t be able to mount much resistance. Enough gas to take down a bull. But given his metabolism... we’re not taking chances.”

Issac's knuckles whitened around the edge of the desk.

Inside the room, Vinnie was panicking. Not in the screaming, flailing way, but the kind that sets in your bones. The kind that makes even the bravest animal bolt for the darkest corner.

And Vinnie did bolt, stumbling to the far end of the room, pressing his back into the wall, hands shaking. His eyes were wide and glassy, barely able to focus. His teeth clenched.

“Oi.. hey, hey now,” he slurred toward the camera, trying to grin, trying to be himself. “I don’t know what you lot are on about, but this, this isn’t my usual Friday night in.”

No one laughed.

A mechanical click echoed in the hallway.

The heavy door opened. Five people entered the room, three in reinforced coats with visors, two with padded gloves and containment equipment. One held the collar, cradled like a weapon.

“Okay, okay, okay, easy now,” Vinnie croaked, trying to focus. His legs nearly gave out. “C’mon, no need for the team tackle. I’ll go quietly, promise.”

They didn’t stop.

Vinnie raised his chin, eyes straining through the haze to find someone's face, anyone's. His irises expanded, locking as best they could on the nearest guard. A weak attempt at a glamor, uncoordinated with the sedatives clouding his brain.

It was weak. Sloppy. The attempt to glamour stuttered, flickered like a candle in a storm.

The collar snapped to life around his neck.

There was a shrill electric crack and a burst of ultraviolet light across the metal band.

Vinnie reeled, his back arching, a cry torn from his throat. He slumped down, gasping, every muscle locked for a breathless second.

Issac flinched.

“Oh Christ,” someone muttered. “It works.”

Vinnie looked up from the floor, shaky, stunned, but trying. “Bit rude to tase a bloke on an empty stomach,” he mumbled, giving a shaky half-smile. “Don’t suppose one of you's got a snack, or?”

They crowded him. Gloves. Hands. Straps.

He struggled again, weak and half-hearted, like a dying bird trapped under a boot. Another burst from the collar stopped him cold.

“No, hey,don’t, don't touch me!” he gasped, choking as the metal sat around his throat. His fingers clawed at it instinctively, eyes wide, terrified. “Don’t do this. Please.”

Issac felt like he was going to be sick.

“It’s secure,” someone confirmed.

“Sedative uptake’s tapering. Begin monitoring vitals and prep for Phase Two.”

Issac couldn’t stop staring at Vinnie. He was lying curled on the floor now, arms wrapped around himself, the collar burning faintly with a pulsing blue light.

Still trying to joke, still trying to survive.

But for the first time since Issac had known him, Vinnie looked small.

And deeply, deeply alone.

[adarafaelbarba]

Can I request New Years Kiss with Baldwin (and Nora, or reader--up to you)? Maybe before they're dating and she's lamenting that she doesn't have anyone to kiss at midnight?

New Years Kiss

✨ For @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo ✨

Nora hated New Years. Well, okay maybe that’s not entirely true. The new beginnings and turn of another year was fun. It was just the being alone part of New Years that she hated. Especially when she were at big parties with lots of couples around, who all got to kiss their significant other.

This year, she’d been invited to Sept Tours. Ysabeau had planned a big celebration, marking the first New Years since the twin had been born, so of course, Nora couldn’t refuse. Besides, everyone she knew would be there, and she couldn’t pass up a chat with Hamish or Sarah. Marthe had also promised to make her famous mulled wine, which Diana had said was the best she’d tried.

So on the day, Nora got dressed in her favorite gold sequin dress with matching accessories and made her way downstairs where Alain was waiting to drive her from the hotel she was staying at, to the old chateau. «Mademoiselle Olsen, may I say, you look wonderful today.» He commented, giving her a kind smile. 

Which she returned and let him help her into the car, «Thank you, monsieur, you are far too kind.»

——

After a ten minute drive, they were there, Marthe and Ysabeau waiting outside to welcome her. «Thank you again, for having me, Madame de Clermont», she said, not sure if she should curtsey to the matron of the household.

«We are very happy you agreed to come. My son especially happy.» That made Nora blush. There were only two sons left Ysabeau could be referring too, and Nora knew for a fact, it was not Matthew, as they were friends, sure, but mainly colleagues. So it had to be Baldwin, and Nora was sure every vampire in the vicinity could sense her heart beating faster at the thought. 

It wasn’t like she could help it. Something about Baldwin that just made her really flustered whenever he was in the room or when he was mentioned.

Once inside, she was handed a glass of non alcoholic champagne, and went on her way, chatting with everyone, hugging those she knew.

«You look wonderful today, Nora!» Phoebe commented, giving her a soft smile. 

«As do you, no wonder Marcus can’t keep his eyes off of you.» Nora said, teasing her friend. 

——

It was around fifteen minutes to midnight when she felt two icy patches traveling up her body; someone was checking her out. 

She slowly turned around, and sure enough, there he was, the man who was always on her mind. Nora gave him a small smile, worried about making a fool out of herself. Before he could make his way over to her though, his daughter, Miyako, and son, Ben walked in front of her, giving her a hug. The two of them had taken to her so quickly, both adoring her, despite their disinterest for witches. 

«How lovely to see you both tonight, didn’t think you’d be able to make it.» Nora commented, hugging Miyako again.

«Obaa-chan said you’d make an appearance», she simply stated, looking at her grandmother.

«And well, when our granny tells us to come home, we come home.» Ben added, he too smiled at Ysabeau who looked over to the three of them.

Nora couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, and noticed how Baldwin kept looking at her. «Will you excuse me, while I say hello to your father?» They both nodded and moved out of the way, letting Nora pass between them.

«Mr. Montclair», she said when she finally got to Baldwin. 

«Dr. Olsen. You’re quite the sight tonight.» She couldn’t help but blush at his comment, looking down at her growing belly. She did in fact not like her look too much. It was all a lot with her baby growing bigger every day, her feet feeling swollen. When the others had complimented her, she’d happily accepted it, but somehow when Baldwin did it, she was feeling insecure. «Please don’t doubt yourself, Nora. You look beautiful.» He whispered, his index finger going under her chin to lift her face so she’d look at him. 

«I don’t feel all that beautiful. Quite the opposite. Which is probably why I’m single on New Years eve, again with no one to kiss—no one wants to date a workaholic with a baby on the way.» He sure knew how to get her to spill her secrets without uttering a single word. 

He was about to protest her comment when everyone moved out to the balcony, and started counting down the time to midnight. «You are beautiful, Nora, and anybody who can’t see that are not worth your time. Come on, let’s join the others, I have a feeling next year will change drastically for you.»

Nora had no idea what he was on about, but let him lead her out. She shivered as the cold air hit her, and Baldwin shrugged out of his suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

«5…4…3…2…1…!» They all counted down. «Happy New Year!!!» 

But all Nora could focus on was Baldwin’s lips, pressed to hers as they kissed, her arms wrapped tightly around him, scared of letting go unless it was all a dream.

«Happy New Year, Nora», he whispered against her lips.

«Happy New Year, Baldwin», she replied just as quietly.

~~~

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Audio Drama Sunday - 26th May ✨

None of the audio dramas I’ve been listening to have pulled punches this week. My head’s a mess! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E10.5) I was nearly crying within the first 30 seconds of Stephen’s message. God, how beautiful!! And what a heart-wrenching reply. It makes me so happy that they both have a place they feel like they belong but I don’t know where they’re going to decide to settle when they are FINALLY reunited. I have not forgotten Leo’s most recent bit of research though …. Them sharing a space might make them cat 2 or lower ☹️ what if they're reunited only to find they can no longer interact?! What if there were three super driven, smart and talented people working on this problem together? . . . and what if two of them kissed?? 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (153) How is Valerie finally making a smart motherly decision (clearly spending time with Dr McGowan is good for her) and the smart decision is Lady fucking Ethel fucking Mallory??? I am BEYOND excited to find out what she’s been up to. I also love these Buck Silver scenes so much, I could listen to a whole show just about them, but the beauty of the Hallowoods is getting all that and more! 

Also, what the fuck, Voltaire? I think this has to count as one of the scariest scenes so far… right? I feel like I need to relisten to work out if Voltaire could be the Instr2mentalist from the timing of the killings. Vincent and Voltaire’s relationship has got me wanting to read In The Dreamhouse again.

🤴InCo by @itmeblog (S3E38-39) eek secret ambassador ships!! I wish Nova hadn’t disappeared so she could hear about this!! 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (17) hmmm, Celia you are a duplicitous one… I don’t know what’s going on with you but it makes me like you even more. 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXIX) OH NO. OH what a NASTY decision to have to make!!!!!!! POOR ALFIE. I think he made the right choice but STILL. GOD. Who just . . . has a vampire bear trap ready to go?? 

🧋 I finished part one of @hinaypod season one and what a treat! I love arcs where characters come into their power and Ashvin’s story is no different!! As much as I like him and Murphy together, Donner clearly tying himself in knots about it (and how much he cares for Mari also) is just - ugh. Put it in an IV. I’m really excited to see how the story progresses! 

I'm a little excited and a little scared for the TNT episode this week because it features yours truly as a little ghostie!! 👻 I'm trying to be cool about it but I also missed Travelling Light so so much this week so looking forward to that, whenever it might arrive! 🚀