#geoffrey McCullum x reader

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Persuasion

Jonathan sends reader to speak to McCullum on his behalf, for a temporary truce so that Jonathan can work on saving London. Geoffrey is stubborn but he can be persuaded. NSFW +18 (unedited sorry for any mistakes!)

Your footsteps were the only sound as you made your way through the winding streets of London towards the theatre Priwen had made their base. Jonathan was convinced you could talk Geoffrey McCullum into allowing him safe passage around the city, he was tired of hurting his men, or having any of them hurt him.

Why he thought you could get through to him was beyond you, you'd barely spoken to words to McCullum. You'd only met Jonathan through Edgar and while you helped as much as you could so far during the outbreak, the only times you came across McCullum was when you were privy to one of his meetings with Edgar. Even then you stood quietly as the two men argued it out and watched just as quietly as McCullum stormed out, you'd be surprised if he even knew who you were.

You would have said no but Jonathan's look of defeat when he asked you had you almost as annoyed at McCullum as Jonathan was. Given Jonathan's track record you couldn't understand why Geoffrey was so against letting him help, surely there was no one better than Jonathan to help with the current epidemic. But you knew McCullum was a fanatic, likely blinded by all of his hate and power.

You turned the rain soaked corner and the theatre came into view, the once colourful sign at the front of the building long since gone dull, only a few letters remained. Your eye caught the two guards on patrol outside the front doors, a burly man and a slightly smaller one beside him. You took an intake of breath before making your way across the road with determination. The men's attention snapped your way when you got halfway, their guns held tightly ready to attack if needed.

"You should move on miss, streets ain't safe" The larger mans voice matched his stature, a deep tone that you suspected warded off most people who came to close to the base.

"I'm aware, but I need to speak to McCullum" You kept your voice even, not allowing yourself to be intimidated by the men before you.

"What's the reason?"

"The reason is my own, let me see him" you could tell the guard had reservations about allowing you inside, but after another painstakingly silent moment he relented and lead you inside. Priwen had striped the place bare by the looks of it - replacing any unneeded furnishing with crates of supplies and weapons, the place was barely recognisable as a theatre save for the architecture itself.

You were lead quickly down a main hall and up a flight of stairs towards the end of which was a set of double doors. The guard headed straight for them, his knuckled rapping against the wood a couple of times before a muffled voice told him to enter. McCullum's office certainly wasn't anything special, the room was thrown together to be functional, a mismatched collection of furniture created an office come bedroom. McCullum himself was leant over a worn desk, a map of London and papers scattered across the surface, his shirt rolled up his forearms, the top of it unbuttoned showing off the red scarf he had wrapped around his neck.

"What's this?"

"Lass says she needed to see ya boss" McCullum's eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly before he nodded to his man to leave you be. It was only when the door clicked shut behind you that he started speaking again.

"What do you want?"

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, part of the job, and I know who you keep company with, so what do you want?" If his tone was anything to go by you could already feel what little hope of success you had slip from you.

"A truce, ideally indefinitely, although temporary is fine for now" His eyebrow quirked up at your words.

"Reid put you up to this"

"He knew you wouldn't have agreed to meet with him to ask you himself" You felt the pressure of McCullum's stare, his eyes never leaving you. You couldn't help the way it made you shiver, his gaze almost too intense. He was intimidating that was certain, you supposed he needed to be as the leader of Priwen.

"No"

"No?" You scoffed at the fact he'd so quickly denied you what you came here for, you felt a momentary rise in anger that you couldn't contain. "God you are an asshole" It slipped out before you could stop it and McCullum to your surprise barked out a laugh.

"Foul mouth for a lady, what did you think that I'd give in just like that? Reid is a leech same as all the others. We don't collaborate with leeches"

"I'm not asking you to collaborate, I'm asking you to simply stop trying to kill him so he can work on saving this city"

"Saving it? Is that what you believe he's doing?"

"Oh please spare me whatever speech you have coming, you hate his kind fine, everyone gets it. But tell me as you're clearly all knowing, how close are you to solving this epidemic?" McCullum stood up straight, his height adding to his already overpowering presence, his brows forming a considerably ticked off frown that matched the tight twitch of his jaw. You swallowed quickly, trying to think of something to say to prevent what you imagined would be a rather large outburst, but all you managed was a feeble. "Surely there's something I can do to persuade you?"

"Do you think I'm someone who's easily persuaded?"

"No.."

"No" You felt defeat wash over you, and a real sense of shame at not being able to help Jonathan in one area he needed the most help. Priwen were relentless in their attacks against him, cornering him on the streets every chance they got. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, sighing and letting your head tilt back slightly, eyes flicking to the cracked ceiling. When your eyes met McCullum's again you were met with eyes less angry but still unmoved.

"I suppose this was a waste of time then" You had wanted your words to be filled with more malice but you found after working yourself up to coming, convincing yourself you had a chance only to be useless, you couldn't quite bring the ire to your voice.

You turned to leave, reaching for the handle of the door but McCullum's voice stopped your hand mid air. "Three nights"

"What?" You turned quickly back to the hunter, he'd moved around his desk, leaning now casually against it, his arms crossed as he looked at you.

"I'll give you three nights, starting today" You were sure your jaw was on the chipped floorboards as you stood dumbly staring at him. The sun was still setting so you knew you had plenty of time to get to Jonathan and tell him the news... three nights, was it enough? It would have to be.

"Thank you, it'll make a difference I pro-"

"Come here" You looked at McCullum confusion written all over your face, he made no efforts to repeat himself, though you couldn't imagine him doing that often. Your steps were cautious as you made your way across the room to stand in front of him. You could smell him now, the smoky scent of gunpowder and a sweet undertone from the unfinished glass of whisky on his desk. His eyes were bluer than you'd noticed before, and now they were watching you again.

You waited for him to do something, a slight pang of fear creeping over you like a spider across your skin. "Kneel"

It took a moment for the words to sink in, it was your turn to frown now. "What?"

"You want three nights? You can use that foul mouth and persuade me to give them to you"

"But you already-"

"I've already done nothing, make your choice" You couldn't stop your heart from beating, the audacity of this man! Your mind was running wild, thinking of the reason you were here, how much this time would mean to Jonathan's mission, how leaving here victorious would be so much better than leaving a failure. But you hated the idea of being used like this, and you hated more the way it filled your body with such heat, the way McCullum's gaze was making your breath catch.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, you realised only after that you'd once again pulled the lower one between your teeth as you wrestled the thoughts in your mind. You could see now the hunger growing in his gaze and you tried desperately to fight what that was doing to you. Would it be so bad? When a rather large part of you was starting to want it?

You raised your chin, trying to show confidence as you lowered yourself to your knees, the hard floor unforgiving, but you put the thought of it aside as you reached up to undo McCullum's belt and trousers. You felt him relax more against the desk as you pulled his shirt out and then began to pull the trousers down just enough to free him. He was already hard and thick, your hand wrapping around him, wondering briefly how he would feel inside of you. You leant forward slowly, pressing your lips to the base of him, then letting your tongue drag along the underneath of him as you moved back. You heard the intake of breath, you felt his thigh tense beneath your other hand, but the gasp that slipped from him when you let your lips wrap around him was the reaction you relished the most.

You set a slow pace, both for yourself and to drag out the feeling for him, if you were going to do this then you were going to do it well. You were almost lazy in the way you let him slide in and out of your mouth, moving down him only as much as was easily comfortable, though you knew you could take more. You sucked in your cheeks every other time you glided along him, each time you were rewarded with a deep sigh from the hunter as he relaxed even more, his arms now holding him up against the desk. The hunter didn't seem to know whether he wanted his head tilted back towards the ceiling or tilted down to watch you, he swapped between both regularly but you avoided his gaze for the most part, focusing purely on your movements.

In a moment of curiosity you relaxed your throat, suddenly taking more of him than before. If you could have smirked you would have at the moan that he let slip and the way he cleared his throat to try and hide that fact that you'd pulled it from him in the first place. You found yourself relishing each noise you heard slipping from him, making it your own little challenge to hear as many of them as possible as you sped up your movements. Your tongue teasing the underneath of his length as you moved your mouth over him with more enthusiasm than before.

When you heard the whispered curse leave his lips and felt his thighs tense again you knew he was drawing near to the end. It was only when his breathing became fast and heavy you removed your mouth from him only stroking him painfully slow with your hand. His head snapped forwards to look down at you, confusion and frustration flicked across his features. "Give him the three nights"

"You didn't-"

"And I wont until you say you'll give Jonathan the three nights" You swore an almost impressed look flashed across McCullum's face as he tried to calm his breathing.

"I'll give my men the order" With that you went back to work, your mouth was on him again in a heartbeat, moving with the same haste as before, your cheeks sucking in around him relentlessly until a deep groan left him and the warm saltiness of him was filling your mouth. A soft moan of your own slipped out before you could stop it, your thighs clenching together restlessly as you swallowed.

He pulled away from you, watching as you licked away the small drop that escaped onto your lip before you stood on slightly shakier legs than you'd care to admit, your eyes finding his as he tucked himself away and tried to straighten his clothing out. McCullum looked so different from the man you'd looked at when you first entered the room. Some of his hair had fallen out of place, his breathing was slowly returning to normal but the frowning captain of Priwen wasn't frowning now, his features relaxed in a way that only made him more attractive.

You didn't allow him to speak, he'd gotten quite enough of the power tonight and you'd be damned if you were letting him have the final word. "Make sure you give the order once you've collected yourself"

If he wanted to reply you didn't let him, turning quickly and leaving the room, the door closing behind you. You let out a breath, willing your body to calm down enough for you to make your way back out of the theatre, the cool air finally hitting your skin when you pushed the entrance door open was like finding water in a desert.

You took a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the outside, taking a deep breath of air, trying desperately to ignore the ache you felt, the desire to go back in there and have him repay the favour. You'd gotten what you needed, one way or another, and you could go back and tell Jonathan the good news. But as you began your walk back to the hospital you couldn't help wonder if it was you who had won tonight, or McCullum.

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I have the idea for a full fledged fic for reader x Geoffrey McCullum…. Like I think about it all the time and have figured most of it out but….

The fandom is so small especially for x reader fics 🥲 even the mcreid tag doesn’t have updates for days at a time 🥲🥲🥲

So should I even bother with it?! I wish our boys got more love 🥲

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In The Eyes of Priwen - Chapter Four

Another chapter!

Geoffrey made quick work of his journey to Evelyn's house, he could see the two lads stationed outside for the night sitting on chairs out the front. A luxury he certainly hadn't awarded to them. They stood up to greet him when he got close enough for them to be able to make him out in the lamp lit street, the air felt damp, like any moment the heavens would open up and the rain would start to fall. 

"Evening boss, everything alright?" Geoffrey was half ashamed that he couldn't remember the name of the guard who addressed him first, he was new.

"Yeah, anything here? I take it you're bein' treated as well as the lads last night?"

"Yeah Miss Evelyn had her man come out earlier with drinks and food" Geoffrey nodded before heading up the stairs, leaving the two men to sit back down. He knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by Sembene but it was Evelyn that opened the door.

"Hello, come in" She ushered Geoffrey in quickly, motioning for him to follow her into the living room and towards the desk at the back of the room.

"Your man not here tonight?"

"He was earlier but not now, I usually let him take time off, it's only me here now after all. Though he hasn't been taking any time since the attack. But now that your men are here I insisted" Geoffrey could already see an improvement, Evelyn was still dressed as casually as before, but her eyes seemed brighter, she'd clearly been sleeping these last couple of nights. "I found something"

"Yeah your note said"

"I don't actually know if it will be helpful to you but..." Evelyn leant over and picked up two brown leather journals from the desk. " My father was an explorer, hence the décor, he usually visited Egypt. Anyway before he died he became obsessed with immortality. Thomas and I just put it down to his love for Ancient Egyptian beliefs and their afterlife, but he wasn't the same in the last two years of his life" Geoffrey was beginning to wonder what any of this had to do with him, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her as he would have done with someone else like Edgar. Geoffrey realised he would probably sit and listen to her chat about anything as long as she kept her attention on him.

"Anyway it wasn't until I read his last two journals that I saw Priwen mentioned, and someone named Carl Eldridge?" Geoffrey's interest peaked at this.

"He was the former leader of Priwen, my mentor"

"My father seemed to have been meeting with him, about a weapon that can kill vampires. But later in the journal he begins talking about a club called Ascalon. They apparently reached out to him offering him immortality, I suppose I now know that means turning him into a vampire"

"Yeah it does, what weapon is mentioned?"

"Some sort of sword, the sword of a king" Geoffrey stilled for a moment. The only link to a king was the blood of Arthur that Carl had passed down to Geoffrey. Only in a time of great need was he to even consider using it to help him battle the worst of foes. But Geoffrey wasn't a fool, there was only one sword owned by a king that would be worth mentioning. "You can take them"

Geoffrey took the journals from Evelyn. "You sure?"

"Yes, you can bring them back after you're done with them and to let me know if there anything other than the ramblings of a mad man in there"

"Carl wouldn't have worked with your father if he were mad"

"My father was persuasive, even at the end he could probably talk his way out of the worst kinds of situations. Maybe he talked his way into gaining Carls help"

"You don't sound too fond of him. Your father I mean"

"I was, but he was away most of the time travelling. He'd never take me with him no matter how much I asked. My mother was determined to stick to the rules of the upper class, marry me off to someone suitable, my father knew I wouldn't have it. He used to let me get into all sorts of trouble" Evelyn smiled at the memory and now even more than before Geoffrey wanted her to keep talking.

"Your mother isn't around either?"

"No she passed first, she was sick. About 6 months later was when my father began to change. He died of a heart attack. Then it was me and Thomas. Now it's just me" She didn't say it with sadness but Geoffrey knew what it was like to be alone, you often hide the pain of it, well he certainly did.

"I know the feelin' of being the only one left" Geoffrey watched Evelyn look up at him in sympathy.

"You lost your family?"

"My father came back to Dublin a leech, killed my mother, Carl saved me and helped me hunt down Ian who was turned. That's how I ended up in Priwen" It wasn't a story Geoffrey often told, the short version was the only one he was comfortable with.

"I'm sorry"

"It was a long time ago now"

"Doesn't stop the memory from being there though" Evelyn shrugged to lighten the mood and stepped closer to Geoffrey, this close he could see the faint freckles that dotted across the bridge of her nose, the mix of greys and blues in her eyes. He realised after a moment she had been expecting him to move with her, he didn't and was now blocking her from moving away from the desk.

He cursed himself and went to move but Evelyn reached up, her hand ghosting over his jaw before gently pushing his face slightly to the side, her eyes fell on the faint scar that lined the side of his face. "How did this happen?"

"When I was younger, not so quick, leech scratched me" Evelyn met his gaze, a smile tugged at her lips. Geoffrey didn't want her hand to stop touching him, his own hand by it's own accord reached up to hold her arm in place. What was he doing? He wasn't sure himself. When Evelyn didn't react or pull away he wondered if he could lean in and kiss her, they were close enough.

But he didn't. Or he left it too long because Evelyn did move away from him, her eyes darting away from him in disappointment. Jesus he was a fool, he should have just done it.

"Thank you for coming, I hope the journals help" Her voice was quieter now, embarrassed perhaps. He didn't stop himself this time as he placed the journals back onto the desk and reached for Evelyn. He did it quick enough that he heard her take in a startled breath before he pushed his lips against hers.

Geoffrey would never claim to be the most experienced person when it came to romance but he didn't hold back from this kiss. Their lips moved easily against each other, as if this was a rhythm they had already learnt before. Evelyn's hands gripped Geoffrey's coat as they pushed closer together. He knew he could easily loose himself in this kiss, this moment, it could have perhaps been the only time in many year that Geoffrey would be willing to let himself get lost in something. For a man so devoted to Priwen and the cause, enough to be called a fanatic by many, Geoffrey in this moment wanted to be nothing more than the man kissing Evelyn.

This dance of their continued, building only more passion as they pulled and gripped at each other, Evelyn found herself backed up against the desk, Geoffrey leaning over her as their kiss grew deeper. If breathing wasn't vital Geoffrey knew he wouldn't have pulled away, but when he did they both let their heads rest against each other, their noses brushing gently as they both caught their breath.

They looked at each other then, both surprised as a small smirk pulled at both of their lips. "Lets hope your men haven't been watching through the windows" Evelyn whispered. Geoffrey hadn't even thought about it but now that he was he pulled back, his head snapping in the direction of the window, but all he could see were curtains pulled tightly across the glass.

His eyes rolled as Evelyn giggled at having tricked him. Geoffrey looked back at her, his eyes lingering on her lips a moment, wondering if he should kiss her again. God he wanted to, but the hour grew late and he knew he needed to get back to Priwen. "I want to stay but..."

"You have a job to do"

"Aye"

"Until next time then Geoffrey"

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It was hard before keeping his mind off of Evelyn but now all he could think about was their kiss, the way she felt in his arms. He'd left Evelyn's house in a stupor almost missing the goodbyes from the guards outside.

By the time he'd made it back to Priwen most of the patrols were out or sleeping, only the men by the door were awake to greet him and Philip who was nursing a glass of whiskey in the entry hall which as it stands was the only space left with any room to relax in. "So...how'd it go?" The shir eating grin was back on his face but Geoffrey found himself in too good a mood to snap back.

"Fine, she gave me her fathers journals, seems he was working with Carl"

"I never heard of that happening"

"Nor I but sure it's there, I'll read over them and see what comes of it if anything" Geoffrey took Philips glass and took a swig himself before handing it back and muttering a good night.

"Hold on! Ye aren't going to entertain an ol' man?" Philip sat forward, a knowing look on his face but Geoffrey simply shrugged.

"You'll just have to find your entertainment elsewhere, I have nothin' to share"

"Oh aye, so that smile that was on yer face as ye came through the door was a coincidence then?" Geoffrey didn't even answer he simply turned and headed for a free bed. He would deal with Philips teasing tomorrow.

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The Lessons of Mistakes

So I decided to go ahead and write the Geoffrey fic about him drinking the blood of Arthur and later worrying about becoming a vampire...so here we go! Unedited for now! I'll come back and fix mistakes later! <3

Geoffreys feet carried him slowly and unsteadily through the streets of London as he made his way back to Priwen's current hideout. His breath was laboured, his muscles ached, bruises from the fight with Reid littered his skin. But wounds and bruises Geoffrey could deal with, it was the gnawing feeling of anxiety that was making the walk back so difficult.

God you're a fool. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind when he threw his head back, drinking the dark liquid from the vial. It wasn't until Reid had put him on his knees and scoffed at his stupidity that Geoffrey considered why the blood of Arthur was such a valuable enhancement. "You're going to become the very thing you hate the most McCullum, did you even consider the consequences? Leaving not only your men but the woman you love behind as well?"

He hadn't. He'd selfishly pushed all thoughts of both of those things to the back of his mind when he'd made the trip to Pembroke to confront Reid. Now as he approached the base it was all he could think of. And for the first time in many years, Geoffrey felt broken.

He felt the weight of sadness, helplessness, anger, so many emotions pilling up on his shoulders. He wanted to scream, to curse himself for making such a stupid decision, and for what? His pride? His own need to rid the world of leeches? Even now he knew deep down that Reid was different, why couldn't he have come to that revelation before he'd tipped the blood of a potential vampire down his throat?

It took a moment for Geoffrey to realise he'd stopped walking, the entrance to the base was just across the street but he couldn't move. His eyes flicked up to the window where he knew you were waiting for him, a faint light flickering behind the closed drapes. Of all the things he'd put you through, the danger he'd introduced into your life just by being a part of it, none of that compared to what he was about to do. To tell you after everything, all the battles he'd come back from, all the fear and hardships you'd both gone through, this was the last night he'd have with you.

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The silence was so thick Geoffrey was sure it was the reason he was finding it hard to breathe. He didn't move though, his feet stayed firmly planted to the same spot in the middle of the room he'd been stood in for the last ten minutes. That's all it had taken. Well, five really, then the rest of the minutes ticked by like hours as you sat there on the edge of the bed staring at him. Your eyes almost as red as his tired and beaten ones were, but yours he knew were red from the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

Geoffrey wasn't sure what he wanted, your anger? Maybe he wanted you to scream at him, hit him over and over for being so stupid, to throw things, to let rage take over. But then again maybe that was what he wanted himself to do. But instead you just sat there, jaw tight as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry" Even his voice didn't carry the way he'd intended it to, it was hoarse, rough and tired, all but breaking as he tried to hold in whatever emotions were trying to claw their way out of him.

"So am I" you whispered. Geoffrey watched as you took in a deep but shaky breath, your eyes falling to the floor as you continued to sit there. He knew in this moment that seeing you angry would be easier for him, seeing the pain and sadness on your face was heartbreaking in a way he didn't even want to think about let alone be feeling himself.

"I don't know for sure - the leech - Reid, didn't tell me if he knew what would happen" Geoffrey took his own deep breath now, letting it go and his eye close as he shook his head. "I suppose I can see why he didn't want to be helpful"

"Perhaps he doesn't know either, he hasn't been an Elon very long" You were still staring at the floor, your voice quiet but lacking the shake that it had earlier. "I don't know what to do"

"Maybe I should leave, or tell the lads what's happened, have them lock me up until we know. Then they can take care of it."

"Take care of it? Geoffrey it's you we're talking about" Your eyes flicked back up to meet his, your brows coming together not in anger but pure frustration and helplessness. "No. You're staying here, in this room. You've taught me what to do and...and I don't want to spend what could be your last night with you locked away and not being able to be with you"

"It's too risky to do it like that, if I do turn you'll be right beside me, what if I can't control myself?"

"Then I won't have to spend the rest of my life alone" Hearing those words come from your lips hurt Geoffrey more than his stupidity. He may not have accepted it before but he was important to you, more important than anyone. You had sacrificed so much, been through so much together, the very idea of losing you would have sent him into a blind rage of agony. So of course if would feel the same for you.

The building Priwen was currently calling home was quiet, only the occasional pattern of footsteps were heard as Geoffrey laid down beside you on the bed, his weapons and jacket discarded haphazardly on his desk, except for his gun, which he placed beside you, loaded with silver.

You turned your head to Geoffrey, wrapped in his arms Geoffrey felt you push closer to him. This could be it. How could it be that the moment he finally found an ounce of happiness in his life, he goes and makes the biggest mistake of his life. He would never be able to touch you, to kiss you or laugh with you again, he wouldn't be there to see Priwen put an end to the leech problem. Hell if they even can.

But tonight, for however many hours he might have left he can at least spend them by your side. "I want to kiss you"

"When have you ever asked permission to kiss me?" You smirked, he remembered the first time you had kissed, you were sad, angry and blabbering endlessly until he had crushed his lips into yours. This time is wasn't like that. This time you kissed like it could be the last, you knew very well it could be. It was slow, familiar, full of emotion.

You kissed each other like you'd done a hundred times before, but this time it felt different, a frantic need scratching at both of your hearts begging both not to stop, to never stop. A part of Geoffrey knew that undressing you was a bad idea, he didn't know when he would turn if he does and the both of you being undressed and wrapped around each other didn't seem like the best scenario to put yourselves in. But he didn't care, he needed you. And by the way you pulled his clothes off just as fast he knew you felt the same.

Your bodies moved slowly against each other, you both trying desperately to drag this moment out for as long as you could, Geoffrey felt your arms pull his down closer as he moved his hips, relishing each small gasp that feel from your lips. God if he is going to die he wants this memory to stay with him wherever he ends up.

He brushed away the tear that slipped down the side of your face as you looked up at him, trying your best to lock every little feature of him into your memory, every scar, the colour of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled. It was painful. So painful that tears kept filling your eyes, you couldn't lose him. Not now. Geoffrey felt your grip on him tighten, you foreheads pressed together, gentle kisses were places between shallow breaths as you clung to each other until the end.

It was late, almost dawn you imagined. Hours had passed since you and Geoffrey laid in bed holding each other. The room had the faint chill of the morning winter air, but Geoffrey made you both get dressed just in case so you weren't cold. But the shaking that racked through your body had nothing to do with the cold. You were nervous, every little noise raising the hairs on your arms. Geoffreys sleep heavy breathing the only other sound in the room as your fingers laced through his hair over and over. His head rested on your lap, his gun rested in your other hand.

You had been like this for an age, your legs were stiff and your back begged you to lie down but you remained sitting upright, half in fear of waking Geoffrey up but also half in fear of not being in a vulnerable position if the worst happens. Time went on, your eyes grew heavy, your body screamed, your heart raced in anxiety at what was to come. Waiting was never a game you liked to play, but this felt like torture.

It was only when Geoffrey moved that your eyes snapped opened again, your hand gripping onto the gun, your body tensing and your breath stopping in its tracks. Geoffrey was waking up.

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Upcoming Vampy Fics

I am currently working on finishing a few requests for Jonathan & Geoffrey and I wanted to post a little list so you know (if you requested) that your request is on the way!

Jonathan:

Priwen guard being spared by Jonathan and later getting to know him better

Jonathan pre-game

Second part to my Upper Hand fic!

Geoffrey

A longer fic following Geoffrey through the game and slightly before but with an SO (Maybe OC, what do we think?) this will take me a minute to fully hash out how I want things to go but I have been thinking about it for months!!!!

Please drop more requests for these two! I love writing about them!

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In The Eyes of Priwen - Chapter Three

I literally cannot stop writing!! I hope someone out there is enjoying this story so far! Warning: details of violent attacks

Blood was nothing new to Geoffrey, he saw it almost everyday. But this was even a tad too much for him. The walls of the small house in the back end of Whitechapel had been sprayed with the blood of the three bodies that littered the floor. Each one torn to shreds, one was barely recognisable, not that Geoffrey knew who they were.

The chipped and worn floor to the home was slowly turning red with the pools of blood that was gathering beneath each body. The house itself wasn't messy enough for Geoffrey to think they'd put up much of a fight, he wondered if they'd even had the time to react fully before they were torn apart.

"Jesus" Philip walked in behind Geoffrey, cautiously stepping over the arm of the only woman in the group of three to get a better look. "This was done recently enough, a few hours maybe"

"We get any witnesses?" Geoffrey wasn't sure exactly when he'd taken up not only the role of leading Priwen but also detective work. Most of the police force in the city were busy handling barricades or patrolling uselessly in the upper class areas. Not that there were many left mind you, a lot of the police force had been killed in the earlier days of the epidemic.

"No" Bennett spoke from beside Geoffrey, his eyes firmly planted on a clean spot on the wall. It almost made Geoffrey chuckle that the lad had such a hard time looking at the scene in front of them when he so often lead patrols out to hunt leeches.

"This the work of this new leech do you reckon? You said the lass was attacked by the brother with claws?" Geoffrey took a moment to consider this, wondering how Evelyn had managed to survive if this was in fact the work of her brother. "They've no bite marks though"

"Hardly think he needed to bite them after ripping them up so badly" Bennett chimed in, his eyes flicking briefly to Philip before returning to the wall.

"Aye that's true enough, what do you want us to do?"

"Clean it up, burn the bodies, I doubt whoever it was has left any sort of trail behind but leave a patrol around the area" The men nodded at Geoffrey's orders and Bennett rushed out of the house to get two men to come in to start the work. Geoffrey rolled his eyes as him and Philip shared a knowing glance before he followed Bennett out. He offered Bennett a cigarette before lighting his own. "You alright there? Lookin' a bit green"

"Not funny, even that one had your stomach turning don't pretend it didn't" Geoffrey chuckled at the defensive response but didn't deny it. "You going back to the west end to update what's her name?"

"Aye I'll head there now, let her know no ones seen him"

"Will you tell her about this attack?"

"No, we don't know it was him and besides there's no point scaring her further"

"You could send one of the lads over, save you the trouble" Philip joined them outside lighting his own cigarette as he did.

"It's alright I'll do it" Geoffrey's eyes met Philips again, he frowned. That damn fucking smirk was back on the old mans face. "Something to say?"

"No no, we'll see ya later" Geoffrey took another moment watching the older man before shaking his head and setting off in the direction of the west end.

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"So he's not dead?"

"No I don't think so, none of the lads have seen him" Evelyn nodded, frustrated but she didn't take it further. Geoffrey watched as she walked towards a sideboard in the living room by the door, decanters filled with amber liquids and cut glasses filled the surface. Evelyn took two glasses filling each with a helping of whiskey before offering one out to Geoffrey. He took it this time. Following Evelyn's actions and taking a sip. Jesus that was good whiskey, he almost wanted to hate Tom at the Turtle for serving such low quality liquor.

"Thank you for coming to update me, I know its's probably an inconvenience for you"

"It's fine"

"If my brother is a new kind of vampire will that make him easier to track down?" Geoffrey stilled, he could feel the events of tonight on the tip of his tongue, the scene replayed quickly in his mind. He looked back down at his whiskey, swirling the glass in an attempt to look casual.

"Perhaps, depends on what he does with this new life of his" Evelyn's eyes narrowed on him, she watched him closely as he drained the last gulp of whiskey from the glass and place in down on the sideboard. "I'll leave you, guards are being posted outside, they'll be here later tonight"

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Excuse me?"

"You looked away when I asked about my brother, it makes me feel like you're keeping something from me. I have paid you to tell me what you find out McCullum" The use of his last name was a stark difference from the night before when she had called him Geoffrey, he didn't like the change. He could see the determination on her face, she wasn't going to let this go easily. Geoffrey sighed before giving in.

"There was an attack tonight, I don't know if it was your brother but the people who were killed were taken out with claws. I think anyway. There wasn't much left of them to know for sure but, there were no bite marks so it lines up with your attack"

Evelyn stood still, too still, looking at Geoffrey with an expression he couldn't place, was it fear? Anger? He couldn't tell. "Unless he did bite you?"

"He didn't" Evelyn tipped back her glass and finished the last of her drink as well, she clearly handled it well, Geoffrey remembered when Bennett took his first sip of whiskey, poor lad ended up coughing his guts up. "Thank you for telling me I suppose"

"I was trying to keep ya from worrying"

"Does it matter to you if I'm worrying?" She wasn't being spiteful Geoffrey knew that, but he was also quick to bite back his over eager response of yes. Why did it matter to him? He'd only known this woman a handful of nights are here he was doing all he could do to make her feel safe. He wanted to put it down to the hunter in him, wanting to do the right thing, surely any man would feel the same. But a deeper part of him was starting to realise this was just an excuse.

"It does when you're paying me" He regretted his answer as soon as he said it. The look on Evelyn's face went from curious to bland indifference. "I didn't mean it like that, I just... thought to avoid giving ya more reasons not to sleep"

"I suppose I won't sleep until it's over anyway"

"The lads outside will keep the house safe"

"I hope so"

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Two days had passed and Thomas was neither seen nor heard of much to Geoffrey's annoyance, however uproar was caused in the Priwen base when the two lads watching over Evelyn's house came back with tales of not only being well fed but also being brought hot drinks every other hour. Geoffrey almost ripped his own ears off after listening to them all fight over who got to be on tonight's shift.

He almost almost called the whole thing off. Well not really, but he did let the thought pass over his mind once or twice.

"You's will all be fightin' over the lass soon enough" Philip quipped from beside Geoffrey. His makeshift office space - which was really just a corner of their meeting room- was always invaded by noise or Philip. Next time he'll find somewhere with a bloody door. "She seems to be treating us all very well... do we have you to thank for that?"

"What? Just spit it out will ya? I can't stand the sight of your face when you're smirkin' like that"

"No no I'll go and give her the updates" Philips mocking tone was not lost on Geoffrey. "Oh of course I'll spare a few men for ya, and come over almost every night to give you piece of mind"

"I haven't been there in two days"

"Bet you're thinking about going though aren't ya?" Philip chuckled to himself before leaning back in his chair, his boots coming to rest on the little space left on the table Geoffrey was trying to work on.

"Get yer fucking boots off the table"

"Geoffrey McCullum falling for a west end lass. God I wish Carl were alive to witness this"

"I'm not falling for anyone, grow the fuck up you sound like a girl" Geoffrey used his elbow to push Philips boots off the table but this only made the other guard laugh more.

"No need to get yer defences up, from what the lads say she's a real looker" Geoffrey frowned, all of a sudden wondering just how much time his men had been able to spend with Evelyn considering they were only meant to watch the house. Before Geoffrey could argue further another guard came into the room, the messenger boy from before following in after him.

"Got another message for you boss, wouldn't give it to me"

"Because it ain't for you" Geoffrey scoffed, the boy clearly found his voice since the last time they'd seen him.

"What's your name?"

"What's it to you?"

"You know mine" Geoffrey held out his hand for the note which the boy promptly handed over.

"Jimmy"

"See wasn't so hard was it? Go on then" Geoffrey looked down at the note waiting for them to leave before opening it.

"Another note, aren't you the popular one, though we know who it's from" Philip had leant right over into Geoffrey's space to look at the note in his hand.

"Jesus Christ are you still fucking here?" Geoffrey moved away from Philip to read the note

I want to show you something I found that you may be interested in. Whenever is convenient. EC

"Something to show ya huh? Make sure you bathe before you head over"

"I swear on Carl's fucking grave one more word and I'll bury you in with him alive" Philips chuckling was loud enough for Geoffrey to hear even after he'd left the room. He hadn't planned on visiting Evelyn tonight but... well now he had an excuse to go.

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Could we get a Geoffrey x Reader (vampyr) where he sneaks the reader into Priwen??!! I read your first Geoffrey fic and loved when mentioned sneaking her in!!! I need it pleasseeeeeee?!?!

Ah Thank you for another Geoffrey request!! I do so love writing for the Vampyr boys!!

I hope you like it!

Geoffrey x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW +18,

You walked slightly behind Geoffrey, slowly as he turned to look around a street corner. You couldn't help the way your eyebrow raised in question as you watched him. "Looking for something?"

"Just seein' if any of the lads are outside" this spiked your interest, a smirk pulling at your lips as you walked past Geoffrey into the street.

"Worried what they'll think of me? How could you associate yourself with such west end scum?" Your mocking tone carried over the road to Geoffrey who was now rolling his eyes at you.

"No it's not that, I don't let them bring girls into the base. I'd be a piss poor Captain if I started ignoring my own rules"

"No girls? What a sad life you make them live" you pouted your lips at the man before you earning another unimpressed look. Geoffrey wouldn't admit he loved your playful humour, it was an unexpected brightness in his life, god forbid you found out though, he'd never hear the end of it, so for now he rolled his eyes again.

"Be quiet, you're the one making me break the bloody rule in the first place"

"I want to see your office... and room"

"They're one in the same"

"Poor hunter" He shook his head and forced you on towards the current Priwen base, his head turning side to side as he looked over the street, making sure you wouldn't be caught. You reached the door, it wasn't an attractive building at all, a warehouse more like, the door Geoffrey lead you to was actually to the side of the building. He quickly whipped out a set of keys before unlocking the chipped door and sticking his head inside. You would have laughed but you knew you have been scolded by him for doing so. Instead you waited as Geoffrey held up his hand silently to you before disappearing inside for a moment.

"Alright come on" he kept his voice so as he opened the door wider, and promptly leading you to a precarious set of stairs, you tried to look over the rest of the building but there wasn't much to see. The hallway seemed to be off to the side of the building, a grated iron wall separating it from the main space, shelves and supplies kept you hidden as you followed Geoffrey and they also prevented you from seeing too much of the rest of the space. You could hear voices though, rough accents and laughter came from the men inside, the smell of some sort of food wafting through as you made your way up the stairs.

You couldn't see much from the landing, certainly not if you were on the lower level. This didn't stop Geoffrey from all but marching you down the walkway and into another room.

Your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the dimly lit room, the office come bedroom left much to be desired. An old desk was pushed to one side of the room, a chair behind it, facing the door. The bed, just big enough to fit Geoffrey and maybe you if you were pressed together was off to the right side, the sheets thin but the blanket thrown over it looked thick enough to fight off the cold. Papers littered the floor and the surface of the beaten up desk, piles of what looks like journals, and books stacked almost toppling over were placed haphazardly on any surface that was available, half empty cups of coffee and a glass still sticky with left over whiskey were grouped together on the corner of the desk. A small chest was sat at the end of the bed, you guessed for Geoffreys clothes.

"I told you it wasn't much" Geoffrey's voice from behind you sounded almost embarrassed, you realised he'd probably been waiting for you to say something and you'd remained uncharacteristically quiet since entering the room.

"It's yours. That's all that matters" You smiled at him, hoping to make him feel less self conscious. The difference in class wasn't something you brought up often with Geoffrey though you know it bothered him on more than one occasion, mostly because of his distaste for the upper class. Your parents had reluctantly purchased you an apartment in the west end when you and your mother had another argument, when you had brought Geoffrey there - something he wouldn't have normally agreed to - you could see that he felt out of place it was the only time you had ever seen him unsure of himself. You weren't keen on it happening again.

"Aye it's mine until we need to move again, then it will be the next shithole we end up in that's mine" He walked across the room as he spoke, keeping his voice low to ensure no one outside heard you both talking, not that many guards came upstairs given that it was only his room and a supply room currently being used to store Priwens supplies. But he didn't want to take the chance, knowing the stick he would get if the men found out he'd snuck a girl in.

"You're too hard on yourself, I think the shitholes suit you" You smirked at him, plopping down on the hard mattress, wincing slightly at the idea of Geoffrey coming back from a hunt and having to find comfort in the hardness beneath you.

"Hmm" Geoffrey came to stand in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched and waited for you to likely say you were done with seeing the room so he could usher you out as quickly as he'd got you in. But you had other ideas in mind.

Reaching out you grabbed Geoffrey's coat pulling him closer and at the same time pulling yourself up to a stand. You smiled sweetly at Geoffrey before twisting the two of you, pushing Geoffrey down to take the space on the bed you had just gotten up from. You knew he was letting you move him, you'd once tried to push Geoffrey during a playful fight and couldn't move him even a little.

Quickly, before he came to his senses you climbed onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Shh" Geoffrey felt your lips on his a moment later, his hands almost without control going to your waist to hold you there. Your fingers teased the back of his neck, the short hair brushing against your fingertips. Your lips danced this same dance effortlessly now, so many nights spent pressed against each other it was more than natural.

You couldn't help the small disappointed whine that fell from your lips when Geoffrey pulled away. "No. Absolutely not, don't even think for a second that we're doing that here"

"It's not that bad Geoffrey - you make it sound like you're living in a backend hovel"

"It's not the room I'm concerned about, it's the noise you make and the men downstairs"

"I'll be quiet" Geoffrey scoffed.

"You couldn't be quiet if our lives depended on it"

"So miserable" You pouted, hands still dancing along Geoffrey's skin, moving down his neck to the red scarf he always wore, tugging at it playfully, a smile creeping onto your face that had the hunter rolling his eyes, fighting a small smirk of his own.

"Not miserable, sensible is more the word"

"Oh is that what you're calling yourself these days? Sensible? I'll be sure to remember that when you next go off on a hunt to fight god knows what" You stole a quick kiss before pulling the scarf away from Geoffrey entirely, the scarred skin underneath now visible and accessible to kiss along.

You knew it was a sensitive place for Geoffrey, giggling you remembered the first time you'd found out it was not the scars that made him tense when your lips followed the trail up his neck, nipping playfully at his ear.

Geoffrey let out a large sigh, his eyes closing both in mock frustration at your determination and because despite him not wanting it to - it felt good. The drag of your tongue by his collarbone, the lingering kisses against his skin. Your hands were making quick work of his clothing, the warmth of your hands against his skin as you push his shirt open made him sigh again, his head tilting back just slightly to give you more room to playfully nip at his skin.

A few moments more and you were suddenly lifted off of Geoffrey's lap, your back hitting the bed and the hunter crawling on top of you. "One sound and I swear to God I will stop and march you out of here" you nodded eagerly pulling his down to you, your lips fighting each other for dominance - which he won - as you pushed his clothes from his shoulders, barring his upper half to the chill of the room.

Geoffrey knew this was an awful idea, he always got stick from his men who wanted - and tried- to sneak girls of their own into whatever they were calling their base at the time. The fact that their leader was here breaking his own rules was something he really didn't want the headache over. But the feeling of your hands on him, pulling him closer, the warmth of your kisses and the way your breath hitched when he returned the touches back was a temptation he just couldn't fight.

Your thoughts kept drifting from keeping yourself under control when Geoffrey's lips moved from yours and down your neck, both of you working together to remove the last of your clothes, throwing them mindlessly across the small expanse of the old and chipped wooden floor. You arched into Geoffrey's touch when his hand trailed down your body to reach between your legs.

"Excited by this are ya?"

"I thought we were being quiet?" You quipped back breathlessly, already feeling heat rising over you as Geoffrey began to tease you with his fingers. HIs digits sliding slowly over you before pushing in, he knew what you liked, curling his fingers quickly had a gasp falling from you as you arched into his touch.

Geoffrey could easily spend hours watching you fall apart beneath him but, perhaps another time, when he could fully enjoy all those little noises you were holding back. Moving away from you Geoffrey moved between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours. "Remember, quiet"

You nodded eagerly, pulling the hunter closer to you as he lined himself up. With one final look at you Geoffrey slowly moved his hips forwards, pushing into you, his eyes closing briefly at the feeling of your heat taking him.

Geoffrey kept his movements slow and deep, his arms either side of you holding him up. The very idea of being caught both unnerved him and excited him, the idea of having to keep quiet made his heart race. When you thrusted your own hips up to meet Geoffrey's a groan that he wasn't ready to contain slipped from his lips.

You tutted mockingly, a smirk pulling at your lips when Geoffrey shot you a warning gaze. He didn’t let his rhythm falter, silently he was thanking god that the bed - as worn and old as it was - didn’t creak.

Geoffrey leant down further, the closeness allowing him to leave kisses along your jaw line, occasionally capturing your lips when he thought your quiet gasps might turn into more. It sent butterflies through your stomach, the position so intimate, the idea that the two of you were holding onto each other this closely, trying desperately to stay quiet. But the heavy breaths that fell from both of you only had you more excited, you could feel yourself tensing, the inevitable snapping of the cord coming much quicker than you would have imagined.

“Jesus..” Geoffrey cursed his right hand moved down your body, gripping your waist, almost moving you against him as he kept pushing into you.

“Geoffrey…” he shushed you, his lips pushing against yours to mask the quiet moans you just couldn’t keep in as your orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

A sudden bang outside the room had your heart leaping from your chest, Geoffrey stopped instantly, his hand quickly covering your mouth when you accidentally let out a small moan. You cursed whoever was out in the hallway, cursed them to a lifetime of misery. Geoffrey stayed still, listening for what he could only imagine was someone coming to his room looking for him.

After what felt like minutes but was likely only a few seconds the door to the storage room beside Geoffrey’s closed and the footsteps grew quite as they walked away. Geoffrey let out a sigh of relief before snapping his gaze back to you. I told you this was a bad idea written all over his face while you were trying to hold in a giggle.

“This is not funny” he whispered.

“It absolutely is” you whispered back, smirk growing. “I’ve seen you look less worried at a pack of vampires”

“I’d rather a pack of vampires over the wrath of my men” you pushed your hips up, reminding Geoffrey of your current situation. He shook his head in disbelief but before you could say anything back he started moving again in earnest.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he set a brutal pace that had you biting your lips to stay quiet. It wasn’t long before that oh so wonderful feeling started building again and this time there were no disruptions. Geoffrey caught your lips with his as you climaxed, your lips parting only for you to let out a few deep breaths. Geoffrey’s head moved to the side, using the crook of your neck to mask his own groan as he filled you.

A few moments passed, your breaths slowly becoming normal as you laid against each other. You were suddenly very aware of how quiet it was. You could hear a pin drop and it had the hairs on your arms lifting.

You tapped Geoffrey, encouraging him to lift his head up to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“It’s so quiet”

Geoffrey’s eyes flicked to the side in the direction of the door, he was listening. Too quiet. Geoffrey sat up, the heat from his skin leaving you, allowing the chill of the room to ghost over your skin. After a few moments of listening Geoffrey got up from the bed, his moments so quiet for someone so burly, it was a stark reminder of how good of a hunter he was. He quickly passed you your clothes as he started dressing himself.

Your heart was pounding, why was it so quiet? Your mind was reeling, thinking of all the worst case scenarios. Was the base under attack? Did some vampires get the jump on the guards?

Once fully dressed you stood near the old desk as Geoffrey pulled out his gun, moving to the door he pulled it open and cursed under his breath. You didn’t move, you couldn’t see what was behind the door nor could you be seen thanks to your position in the room.

You heard a click as Geoffrey uncocked his gun, his arm falling limp, his other hand going through his hair as a deep sigh left his lips. “Go on then get it out”

“Get what out?” A deep Scottish voice came from the hallway. “Ye don’t actually mean to tell me what we think is happening is actually happening? That the great McCullum is in here breaking the rules?”

Geoffrey stood unamused his arm now holding onto the door.

“The lads are loaded up to give your grief tomorrow” you could hear the laughter in the man’s voice. “You are gonna hear about this for a long time McCullum” you heard the chuckles of whoever it was as he walked away from the room and down the stairs you had come up earlier.

Geoffrey turned his head towards you, the look on his face both defeated and annoyed. “I to-“

“You told me it was a bad idea I know I know….” You took a pause as Geoffrey closed the door again, reaching for your coats, clearly readying you both for a quick exit. “I am sorry….”

He didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry I won’t be around to hear all the grief you’re going to get” you started giggling now, unable to hold it in anymore, the whole situation had your body shacking with laughter.

Geoffrey however wasn’t amused, his gaze on your hard as you laughed. “This is the last time I trust your ability to not get us into trouble” he tried to hide his own smirk, he almost did. With one last sigh, the thought of months of stick from his men ahead, Geoffrey pushed you towards the door and out of his little room.

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I’ve been thinking about a Geoffrey McCullum fic where he realises his mistake drinking King Arthur’s blood and is scared of becoming a vampire so he spends his last night being intimate and soft with his s/o…. Maybe then with a happy ending 🥹🥹

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I'm down to my last vampyr request 🥲I'm still accepting requests! But I'm on such a Jonathan & Geoffrey kick I only want to write about them 🥲

I might also start taking some McReid requests if there are any out there you have 👀

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In The Eyes Of Priwen - Chapter Two

Another chapter! Geoffrey and Evelyn have their first proper encounter! Also yes... I took so much inspo from Penny Dreadful I can't help it! Also I wont be sticking entirely to the lore of the game so if I veer off don't be surprised!!!

If Geoffrey hated London, he loathed the West End. Safe as it was he couldn't help but be irritated by each toff he walked past. The last couple had been particularly irritating in their snobby clothes and stupid try hard accents. But the idea of a paying job that put food on the table for his men kept him walking towards the address on the note he had received the night before.

The hour was late but there was a warm glow coming from inside the house as Geoffrey walked up the steps leading to the dark wood door. He took a moment, wondering if he really had it in him tonight to listen to whoever this woman was waffle on, but after hearing the way she spoke to Edgar in his office he was almost intrigued by her lack of socially required manners. His hand knocked on the door a few times but opened almost immediately. A dark skinned man stood looking at Geoffrey. "Mr McCullum I presume, we have been awaiting your arrival" A rich African accent welcome Geoffrey into the house.

The house itself was warm, a fire was burning in the living room adjacent to the hallway. Geoffrey's eyes flicked from the staircase leading upstairs to the Persian rug covering the floor, to the array of ornaments displayed on a sideboard, each from various cultures creating an eclectic feel. A movement had Geoffrey attention turning back towards the living room where Evelyn stood. She was wearing a long black cardigan wrapped and tied around her body, a slither of dark silk peaked out from the neckline, her feet were bare. Geoffrey wasn't sure what he was expecting, given the hour he supposed something comfier for her was reasonable but he'd never seen an upper class woman dress so casually or maybe he just didn't know toffs as well as he thought he did.

"Thank you for coming" Her voice was softer than it had been in Edgars office and Geoffrey took a second to notice how tired she looked. Edgar was right, she looked almost as tired as he did.

"Decided to ask for my help then?" Evelyn's eyes flicked cautiously to Sembene and a subtle nod had the man leaving through a door further down the hallway.

"Come in" She nodded her head in the direction of the living room, Geoffrey followed, feeling the warmth of the room as he rounded the sofa to sit on the closest side to him. "Would you like a drink?"

"No I'm grand"

"Alright" She sat down on the free side of the sofa, turning to face Geoffrey. He could see she was nervous, but by him or the situation he couldn't tell. "I suppose Edgar has told you his version of things"

"He did, that your brother was turned and attacked you" He saw Evelyn flinch at his words but her jaw was tight, like she was holding in anger.

"Edgar loves a story, especially when he deludes himself into thinking he's a vital part of it" Evelyn met Geoffrey's gaze, he wondered then what she was thinking as she let her eyes map out his face for a moment before speaking again. "My brother went missing as I'm sure you know, and he did come back changed. I was in here but over there" Geoffrey eyes followed Evelyn's gesture to the back of the living room where a sturdy desk covered in books was positions, bookshelves lined the walls behind it.

"He came in late, I'm not sure I can even remember the time but it was dark, the fire had almost burnt out. I turned and he was stood by the door, I knew it was him straight away but he was just stood there. Then I spoke his name and he turned.." Geoffrey watched as she paused taking a breath before continuing. "His eyes were, um, like an animal.. they reflected the light, like a bat maybe? He just stood there motionless and I walked over to him, stupidly in hind sight. He attacked me, I pulled away and the next thing I felt were claws ripping down my back, then I woke up at the hospital"

"Enter Edgar" Evelyn chuffed out a laugh but didn't quite allow her lips to pull up into a smile.

"Yes enter Edgar, it took a few days but eventually he came to me with his questions, I suspect he told you my brother needs to be found. That, that is what's safest for me"

"Aye something like that"

"He's lying. It wasn't until I was healed enough to home and continue as normal that he approached me again. I told him about Thomas, the way he looked, his eyes, his skin-"

"What was wrong with his skin?"

"It was like his veins had turned black, like a darkness was creeping it's way across his body and up his neck. Edgar became obsessed very quickly with the idea that he was a different kind of vampire, he wanted to employ you to capture him and bring him to the Brotherhood for them to... learn from him..." Here was the source of the anger she was keeping at bay, Geoffrey could see the signs, he knew more than anyone what it was like to hold it in.

"You can't give him over to them. I don't want him being experimented on. I want..." She paused looking towards the fire, the light of it flickering against her face as she took another breath. "I want you to find him, and put an end to what he's become"

"Do you have a photo of him? So I know who I'm looking for but also for me men? They're out on patrol more than I am, might be that they already found him" Evelyn nodded and reached behind her pulling a small photograph from a side table.

"I worry your men won't remember killing him if they kill so many each night"

"If he's different and... someone from the upper class, they'd remember" His eyes gazed over the photo of Thomas, they shared many of the same features, his eyes were the same, his hair cut in a harsh undercut but the same shade as Evelyn's.

"Better loot?" Geoffrey stiffened slightly before looking back up at Evelyn. She didn't look angry at the statement so he nodded. "Can I ask you something else? When you find him... I need to make sure he's gone" Geoffrey looked at her in confusion, it wasn't often that many people requested to see the bodies of leeches before they were burnt. "I haven't slept well since it happened... I keep thinking he's going to come back... I need to know it's over"

"You'll be the first to know" Clearly satisfied Evelyn nodded with a relieved sigh before getting up and walking to the desk, Geoffrey watched as she grabbed an envelope before returning back to him.

"Your payment, half now, half after. I hope it's sufficient" Geoffrey reached out, this had also never happened. Not that Priwen made it a habit of taking jobs, killing leeches was what they did anyway, but they were never paid. Sometimes if they'd saved someone they would be allowed to as Evelyn put it, loot the place...well they did that even if it wasn't offered. But as Geoffrey took the envelope he couldn't help the small ounce of excitement knowing he would be able to provide for his men, no matter how small a...

Geoffrey's eyebrows rose, this wasn't a small amount. If he rationed it the same as he did their current income it would last them weeks, and this was only half? His eyes flicked back up to Evelyn who watches him, waiting he realised for his approval. "This is.. a lot"

"I want to be kept in the loop, I'm paying for that as well as your services" Geoffrey nodded before tucking the envelope into the inside pocket of his coat.

"You'll be kept informed" Evelyn smiled then. It wasn't a full smile by any rate, but it caught Geoffrey's attention. He found himself without being able to stop it, thinking about the woman stood in front of him. The way her hair fell, her eyes such a melancholy shade of blue, almost grey really, her lips... even in this tired state she was beautiful. Too beautiful for him, even without the difference in class.

"When will you come back?" Geoffrey realised he'd been staring, if he were younger he would have blushed.

"I'll talk to me men, once I know if he's still out there or not I'll let you know. I'll see if I can spare a man to come watch the house in case he returns" The weight coming off Evelyn's shoulders was practically visible as she relaxed. It wasn't the norm for Geoffrey to be this accommodating but with the payment and...well...he felt better knowing Evelyn might sleep if she knows someone is watching over the house, he felt obligated to make the offer.

"Thank you Geoffrey"

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The way his name sounded coming from her lips was not something Geoffrey had anticipated thinking about on his way back to Priwen. More than once had he caught himself lost in thought, thinking back to their meeting. Thinking back to not even the meeting itself just the way Evelyn had looked, the way she had sat so defeated on the sofa beside him, he thought about the scent of her perfume, he hadn't given it much thought while he was there but here he was thinking about the sweetness of it as he walked down the damp streets of London.

God what a fool. He rolled his eyes, he hadn't thought about a girl like this since he was younger....a fair bit younger. Geoffrey didn't have time for women, Carl saw to that. He was kept busy, training to take over as Priwen's leader, Carl had always drilled it into him that there was no time for distractions. God the first time he'd been intimate with a girl was his eighteenth birthday, Carl had given him a handful of coins and an hour. Since then there had been few occasions to relieve that somewhat forgotten need, and he never thought about any of them after.

But even now walking past the two of his men who stood watch at the doors of the shithole they were squatting in he couldn't stop his stupid mind from going back to her.

He found Philip quicky, telling the Scot to grab whoever was here for a meeting. He knew Bennett was here but the others he couldn't remember if they'd been sent out or not, bloody epidemic was causing chaos with the rotas.

The makeshift meeting room was not the worse they'd had but still, a questionable table was placed in the centre of the room covered in a worn map of the city and papers, which was only big enough for the main guards of Priwen to occupy with no chairs, a few crates were stacked in the corner and a unused and filthy fireplace was behind were Geoffrey usually stood. It wasn't much but at least the roof didn't leak like the last place.

Philip walked in with the few men Geoffrey had allocated as the heads of each patrol group, Bennett like he expected walked through the door, he was younger than Geoffrey and Philip, in his early twenties but Geoffrey trusted him all the same. He'd proved himself loyal to Priwen and had a decent head on him. The rest piled in behind him, five in total not including Geoffrey.

He pulled out the photo first and placed it on the table for the men to look at. "Seen this one out on your rounds?" They all took a look at the photo each of them in turn shaking their heads. "The note from yesterday mentioning a job is concerning this lad, he's been turned, his sister wants him hunted down and killed"

"Bit brutal for a family member to request a hunt" Bennett spoke up, his cockney accent reminded Geoffrey of the young boy who had approached them at the bar the night before.

"He attacked her so... she's aware the brother she knew is no longer here" The men nodded in understanding.

"This who you went to see in the west end?"

"Aye, she's paid us well to get it done and keep her informed so take the photo and check with your groups that no ones already put him down"

"How well? Can we expect a better order this week? I know the local butcher keeps back what doesn't sell but we barely made enough to cover it last week" Bennett was good with the money Geoffrey allocated for food, he'd haggled on more than one occasion with the locals to get better deals for them, but even then Geoffrey knew it wasn't always a reliable tactic.

"Aye we can compensate him better this week for keeping the cuts for us. But don't go mad" Bennett nodded. "I want reports back after you've spoken to everyone and when you find him... let me know straight away. She wants clear confirmation it's been dealt with and find a spare lad to go and watch the house"

Geoffrey dismissed them quickly after that but Philip lingered behind as he always does. He'd been part of Priwen longer than Geoffrey, the older man was reaching twenty when Geoffrey was recruited after Carl saved him from his father. Geoffrey had suspected he would be against Geoffrey's taking over of leadership when Carl passed but Philip was more loyal than the rest. He was Geoffrey's closest.

"So..this west end lass...she's overpaid if anything, especially if this is only the first payment"

"I didn't argue with her on it"

"Cannae blame you, we'll eat well this month!" Geoffrey could feel Philips eyes on him, he turned to face the older man. "You're going to a lot of effort to keep her happy, placing a lad outside the house and all"

"Like you said, she paid well"

"Aye she paid well..." Geoffrey's brow cocked up at Philips smirk, the older man walked casually out of the room, leaving Geoffrey alone with his thoughts. He had planned to go over reports and routes for each scouting group to take based on the levels of violence in the areas, a solid plan for the rest of the night. But yet again on more than one occasion did Geoffrey find his mind drifting back to Evelyn.

A knock against the door frame had him almost jumping out of his thoughts, his eyes narrowed on Bennett. "Sorry to bother ya, no one's seen the bloke"

"Alright, we can start looking then"

"Yeah...there has been an attack though, think you might want to come see this one" Geoffrey sighed, so much for a night in with his paperwork.

"Lead the way"

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In The Eyes Of Priwen - Chapter One

My first chapter of my Geoffrey x OC fic! I decided to write it for an OC in the end! I hope you guys don't mind! This fic takes place a few months before Jonathan comes into the story of the game! PS. Sembene is 100% inspired by Sembene in Penny Dreadful! He was amazing in the show and I basically imagined him right into this fic!

Geoffrey hated London, the wet streets becoming worse with everyday that the epidemic continued to plague the streets. Barricades blocked so many paths, it took months for him to secure a pass for each member of the guard to get through them without a fuss.

He scoffed to himself as he made his way through Whitechapel and towards Pembroke Hospital, if only they knew how much Priwen sacrificed to save their miserable city from Skals. God if only they knew about Skals in the first place, maybe he could actually put his feet up for once.

The hospital was busy as ever, the few nurses they had dashed past Geoffrey without so much as a glance in his direction. Not that he wanted the attention, in fact he only came her because Edgar was useful for information. Well...when he wanted to be or Geoffrey made it clear bad things would happen if he didn't help Priwen. The wooden stairs of the hospital were study under Geoffrey's boots as he quickly made his way up them to Edgards office.

Just as he'd made it to the large wooden doors he stopped, hand mid air reaching for the door knob. There were voices coming from the office. Geoffrey gave it another moment before deciding his time would not be wasted because Edgar was running late or forgot their appointment. Especially given that he was the one who insisted they have them. Pushing the door open Geoffrey walked in, his eyes finding Edgars who looked surprised by his unannounced entrance and then finding the pale blue eyes of the woman stood in front of his desk staring back at him. He hadn't seen her before, her clothes were plain enough on her elegant figure but of a decent decent quality so Geoffrey suspected she came from money, her light ashen hair fell freely in loose waves, unusual to see given that most women wore their hair up.

"McCullum! Gosh is that the time I apologise, however your timing is most convenient, Evelyn here-"

"Does once again not need help" She was well spoken. From money then.

"Evelyn please McCullum here can help I am sure"

"We do not need help. I would appreciate it if you kept your always over reaching and prying nose out of our business" Geoffrey's eyebrow quirked up on its own accord, perhaps he was wise to have come in and not miss this show. Evelyn turned and began walking towards McCullum who was still holding the door open. He moved to the side to allow her past, their eyes meeting as she moved passed him and out the door.

Geoffrey's gaze flicked back to Edgar half in curiosity but mostly in his usual annoyance at being in the same room as the man. "By the Stole she is stubborn, come in McCullum lets hear your reports"

Geoffrey let the door close behind him as he made his way over to the desk, he never sat down. He didn't want Swansea getting the impression that he enjoyed of was remotely comfortable being here. "What exactly was I supposed to be helping with there?"

Edgar sighed dramatically before turning his attention fully to Geoffrey. "Evelyn Cooper, her parents were patrons of the hospital, they have passed sadly but Evelyn was good enough to keep the donations going, her father left her everything. Anyway she has a brother, a twin, Thomas. He went missing. Then a fortnight later Evelyn is rushed in here by her servant man Sembene - wonderful man, you know he came from-"

"I'll have the short version of this"

"Very well" Edgar sighed again, rolling his eyes. "As I was saying she was rushed in here, her back torn to shreds - poor girl it's rather unsightly- by what I can only imagine were the claws of a vampire!" Geoffrey attention was finally capture at this. "Once she came to I obviously asked her what happened, in her partial lucid state she admitted it was Thomas, that he had returned home but wasn't himself. When she recovered - only a few weeks ago mind you, she told me that she wanted no one to hear of this"

Geoffrey allowed himself to lean back against one of the side units adorning Edgards office, his arms crossing over his chest as he continued to listen to Edgars story. "I told her to meet with you, that I would arrange the meeting myself. I told her that you could help us track Thomas down. McCullum I don't think the poor girls slept a wink since she returned home"

"She doesn't seem to want my help"

"She doesn't know what's best for herself, we as men must make this decision to intervene, her parents were dear friends" Geoffrey felt himself grimace at Edgars entitled opinion before pushing himself away from the sideboard he was leaning against.

"I don't go begging toffs for work, if she doesn't want it, I won't be giving it. Now get on with the reports I have better places to be"

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McCullum was tired, irritated and itching for a drink by the time he left Edgards office. His feet carried him without aid to the Turquoise Turtle where some of his men were waiting for him. Philip his second in command was waiting outside with a few other lads.

"Took you fecking long enough" His deep Scottish accent almost sounded harsh to Geoffrey after listening to Edgar waffle on for the better part of an hour. "Got ya a whiskey in"

"So kind" Geoffrey took the drink without any complaints, settling himself against the low wooden railing that lined the outside of the pub. The scent of sticky spilled beer and old bar stools filled his senses as he sat listening to the banter between his men. Only occasionally joining in himself. But this wasn't a bad way to end his night at all. In fact it felt like a luxury given how run down they'd been recently.

"So the reports with the ol' toff went alrigh' then?"

"Aye, he's as fucking annoying as anything but sure what else is new" Philip chuckled as Geoffrey took a sip of whiskey, his eyes narrowed suddenly as he noticed a young lad hovering near them. He couldn't have been older than thirteen maybe younger, but the way he stood so close to them told Geoffrey he was after something. "You got something to say lad?"

Geoffrey's men hushed at the sound of their leaders voice, all of them turning to look at the boy in front of them. "Yeah I got a message for a McCullum? Was told he was the leader" The boys cockney accent suited the way he tried to make himself look taller now that the attention was on him, a show of bravery Geoffrey supposed.

"Come on then hand it over" The boy hesitated for a moment, his eyes tracking over every one of Geoffrey's men before he gave in and walked between them up to Geoffrey, handing over the folded up note. "Thanks" The boy nodded before walking off quickly leaving Geoffrey and the note the most interesting thing for his men to look at.

"Got an admirer we don't know about?" Philip smirked, elbowing one of the lads as they giggled like girls. Geoffrey rolled his eyes before opening the paper, a neat handwritten note inside.

If you are interested in helping me, please visit at your earliest convenience, I am aware you work late, this won't be an issue for me. You will be compensated for your time. My address is...

Geoffrey read the address, he knew it was in the west end. So he had been right. Evelyn Coopers name was signed at the bottom of the note. "So?" Geoffrey's gaze flicked up to his men who were watching him, waiting for some insight.

"A job perhaps. I'll look into it" That was all they needed to return back to their drinks and banter, only Philip kept his attention on Geoffrey.

"Don't usually get hand delivered notes, we going up in the world?"

"Perhaps" Geoffrey smirked, another gulp of whiskey burned it's way down his throat. "Or it might be that we're no longer invisible to the public eye"

"Aye that too, not sure I like the idea though"

"Me neither, I'll see what comes of it anyway" Knocking back the last of the whiskey Geoffrey nodded to Philip before setting off back to Priwen's current base. He would follow up on the note tomorrow after he'd gotten some sleep.

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Not gonna lie would love to read the Geoffrey version of the one where he’s sneaking on Jonathan and his girl 👀💙… can that be a request? There’s something super intoxicating in imagining the whole thing happening where he can’t just stop watching.

That was super hot! You’re an amazing writer. Loved the ending, everything. Hope you’re well, wish you all the best 🥰

Ah thank you so much!! You guys are always so kind!!!

Here you go!

Geoffrey McCullum x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW+18

If Jonathan could see himself now he's sure he would feel so ashamed he would burn himself at the stake on Priwen's behalf. Yet here he was, balancing precariously on a dark ledge by Geoffrey McCullums window, watching him...well watching them.

It had started off as a relatively innocent peak of curiosity when Jonathan saw Geoffrey walking with his arm around a girl. Jonathan was so shocked by the idea that McCullum had a special someone that he almost started moving without realising. Following them as they made their way to Priwen's current base, keeping himself to the shadows of course.

What had made him jump up the building and perch on the ledge? Jonathan was sure that question would go unanswered for many years to come. Jealously? Knowing he would never experience what McCullum had again? Some perverse part of him that simply wanted to watch? He wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

When Jonathan looked into the room, lit dimly by candlelight he was almost slightly unimpressed by the casualty of things, McCullum was in the process of stoking a kindling fire in the shabby hearth he was surprised the room had, while his girl was sat on the edge of the bed talking gently to him. The scene made Jonathan's heart ache, the companionship McCullum had something he was sure he wouldn't find in his new life.

But also disbelief, disbelief at the fact that Geoffrey McCullum, fearless vampire hunter and emotionless pain in his ass was right there, knelt by the fire, smiling and talking and as relaxed as he'd ever seen anyone. Jonathan clung to the idea that, that was what made him stay where he was, knowing he was out of sight and simply wanting to watch how different McCullum appeared in this intimate moment.

When McCullum moved towards her Jonathan didn't expect the coming and rather intimate necking session he witnessed, Geoffrey's lips so easily moving against hers as he manoeuvred them both back on the bed, leaning his frame above her.

Geoffrey had shrugged his heavy coat of the moment you had both entered the room, glad to be rid of its weight no doubt. Jonathan noticed he was no longer armed as well, though his eyes did pick up on the firearm on the bedside table. Always at the ready. Frankly seeing McCullum in this manner made Jonathan want to both look away and keep watching, he didn't even like men - that he knew of anyway, and the idea of watching McCullum's girl sent a wave of shame over the Ekon, yet here he was, not looking away.

Geoffrey looked down at you when you pulled away from your kiss, his breath slightly laboured with excitement as he helped you undress, his fingers working quickly at the fastenings of your dress. His own clothes following just as quickly and he was glad he took the time to light the fire now, the little room quickly becoming cozy against the chilled winter air outside.

His hands roamed over your newly exposed skin, watching as you tens and lean into his touch, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck, leaving small kisses in his wake before seeking out your lips again. Geoffrey traced your bottom lip with his tongue, asking permission that he knew you'd give, his hand sliding along your thigh before lifting your leg at the knee upwards, his member sliding along you as he pushed his hips forward.

Jonathan should leave now, no, he should have left ages ago, no, he shouldn't have followed in the first place. Why wasn't he moving?! He isn't sure he would have been able to move his eyes away from the scene in front of him even if someone threatened his own life. He watched as McCullum moved against you, teasing. Johnathan almost laughed at the idea of McCullum dragging any moment out over just running in head first. Yet he watched as Geoffrey reached between the two of you, lining up and slowly, very slowly, pushing in. Jonathan watched as both of your eyes closed, quiet moans leaving both of your lips as Geoffrey pushed in all the way.

Geoffrey stilled for a moment, his eyes opening to look at you, waiting for you to give him the signal to move. When you lifted you head to kiss him again he started moving, his thrusts slow and deep, both of your bodies moving against each others rhythm.

Jonathan was impressed at how quiet you were both being, likely used to having to keep any noise from reaching any of Geoffrey's men, but with his hearing he could still make out the subtle gasps and groans that slipped through, he could almost smell you both, the light layer of sweat that was building on Geoffrey's back thanks to the fire and his movement. Jonathan realised for once since waking up in that pit that blood and hunger wasn't the first thing on his mind.

Geoffrey's arms encircled around you as he pulled you closer to him, the two of you a tangle of arms and legs as you clung to each other, his hips moving steadily.

Jonathan watched as the muscles of Geoffrey's body moved and tensed as he made love to you, the scattering of scars across the hunters body a testimony to his years of fighting. Such a contract to you own smooth skin, your delicate frame beneath him as he continued to move against you.

Jonathan could hear the way Geoffrey's breathing increased, the way you both found each others lips move often now to quieten any moans that threatened to slip through. Jonathan watched as Geoffrey reached out, his hand gripping the bed frame which he used as leverage to keep thrusting into you at a quicker pace now, his eyes falling closed. A part of Jonathan tried to reason that if he looked away now he might be able to rid himself of some of this shame but he found it even harder now to pull his eyes away as he watched you both near you end.

It was only a few more moments before he heard you gasp, pushing your head into Geoffrey's shoulder to try to silence yourself, your nails leaving crescent shaped marks in his back as you pulled him against you, tensing your legs around Geoffrey. He watched as Geoffrey came just after you, hand still on the bed frame, his head dropping to lean against yours, mouth slightly open as his hips stuttered and slowly came to a stop after he'd filled you.

The next few moments seemed to go slowly and very silently, Jonathan watched as Geoffrey pulled out and fell beside you, the both of you still wrapped up in an embrace, sharing soft kisses, the soft murmur of Geoffrey's voice as he spoke. Jonathan didn't even listen to what was being said, the vey idea that he had stayed and watched such an intimate moment was still dawning on him, feeling that much more real now that it was over.

With a shake of his head Jonathan finally moved, letting his shadows envelope him as he moved swiftly in the direction of home.

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Jonathan would have liked to have forgotten about last nights stalking as quickly as possible, he'd done a fine job of berating himself for the rest of the night when he'd gotten home, vowing to just forget about everything.

It was when Edgar came into his office that it all went pear shaped. Now Johnathan leant against one of the worktables in his office watching the hand on the clock tick down the minutes until he had to go to Edgar's office for a meeting, a meeting that also included Geoffrey McCullum.

At the mere mention of the hunters name Jonathan felt a wave of shame and embarrassment take over him. Not fully sure if he'd be able to look at the hunter let alone make conversation. Well not that Geoffrey would mind if he didn't have to talk to a leech. Regardless, the thoughts of the night before were still swarming in Johnathan's mind as he made his way to Edgar's office.

"Oh watch were you're going dear boy!" Edgar's voice pulled Johnathan quickly from his thoughts as the other doctor came barreling out of his office and past Johnathan. "Go on in I just need to grab some reports! McCullum's already in there!"

If it weren't for the fact that Jonathan was stood in front of the now open office door where McCullum could clearly see him he would have waited for Edgar to come back, but alas, no such luck. Jonathan walked in, making his way to the empty chair in front of Edgar's desk, the other already taken up by Geoffrey who was silently picking at a loose threat on the end of his sleeve. Avoiding looking at Jonathan as he so usually did, well today that suited Jonathan just fine.

The doctor made himself comfortable in the chair, relaxing now at the idea that Geoffrey would simply prefer to remain quiet rather than talk to a vampire. Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all, he could just forget-

"Enjoy the show last night?" Jonathan felt himself tense at Geoffrey's words, his voice cutting through the thick silence between them.

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be, it's no news that toffs are perverts but I didn't expect it from you" If he'd had a beating heart Jonathan was sure his would have been trying to beat its way out of his chest as he turned his shocked eyes at McCullum.

"You knew I was there?!"

"I'd be a fucking piss poor hunter if I didn't know when I was being watched by the likes of you, didn't expect you to stay and watch the whole thing though" Jonathan couldn't even look McCullum in the eye. He knew if he weren't a vampire he'd be blushing and half way to throwing up at the idea of being found out. "You're looking a little pale there leech, what's the matter? Did you not think about what would happen if you'd been caught?"

"You are taking far to much pleasure in this McCullum" Jonathan didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking, he could hear in it his voice.

"Well otherwise I'd have to give into the anger I feel towards you seeing what you did, so may as well take advantage of seeing you squirm"

"There was me thinking you'd love any excuse to inflict your violence upon me"

"I would, but sure I feel a bit sorry for ya, so for now I'll take comfort in knowing you're at least ashamed of the fact that you're a pervert" Jonathan felt his blood boil at the name and he turned angrily to spit out.

"I'm not a pe-"

"Oh by the Stole I leave you both for a moment and you're down each others throats, like children honestly!" Edgar rounded the table and sat down, holding the reports in one hand. "McCullum, while I appreciate your love for winding up Jonathan please take that smug look off your face so we can proceed, Jonathan, eyes over here please"

"Don't worry Swansea, he likes to watch so you can be sure his eyes will be giving you their full attention"

Johnathan took in a deep and very unnecessary breath to compose himself while Edgar looked between the two men with a confused look. "Ahem, alright...The reports from this week have been.." Jonathan's eyes flicked quickly to McCullum who had reclined back in the chair, that infuriating smirk still pulling at his lips. Jonathan curse himself and every force or god he could and then prepared himself mentally. He knew McCullum wouldn't let him forget about this anytime soon.

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If you’re still open for vampyr requests, could you please write a triangle between reader, Jonathan and Geoffrey? Like, Geoffrey does not agree to share you with a BlOoDy LeAcH and tells you to choose one. :)

Authors Note: Ahh I love this request! I decided to go for Geoffrey as the main character of interest based on the request :) I kept it short and sweet!!

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Themes???

Geoffrey felt his entire body go rigid as the Doctor's remark. It was hard for Geoffrey to be affected by much of what anyone said, despite his quick to anger temper he was usually quite good at brushing comments off. But this one he felt right the way down to his bones. Besides, who says there isn't enough for the both of us? Heaven forbid you have to share something McCullum.

Share? Geoffrey wrecked his brain trying to decipher if the conversation had taken different turn without him realising or perhaps listening but no, they had been talking about you.

Your relationship with Geoffrey was fairly new, if it could even be called one at this point, he knew he'd made his feelings perfectly clear, hadn't he? Geoffrey'd doubt was growing rapidly as he turned silently and walked out of Reid's office, his name being called in question as he made his way down the hall of the hospital heading straight for the exit. He was sure, so sure you had picked up on his intentions. He scoffed. Intentions. He sounded like Reid, posh fucker he is, Geoffrey was under no illusions the Doctor could give you a better life but he stupidly as it seemed let himself believe your kindness towards Jonathan was just that, kindness. Now he wasn't so sure.

Geoffrey's legs seemed to move of their our accord, taking him quickly through the damp streets of London, past several of his men out on watch, who nodded quickly to him but he didn't pay them any mind beyond that. He didn't pay much attention to anything as he made his way quickly to your residence.

It was outside your door Geoffrey seemed to take control of his body once again, coming to an abrupt halt at the top of the steps leading to your door, the dark wood in front of him stopping him in whatever madness he was listening to. Geoffrey found he couldn't bring his arm up to knock, why was he here? To put things straight? What if there was nothing to put straight? What if you didn't feel the same way as he did and this was just a grand plan to make himself look like a damn fool. Cursing under his breath Geoffrey turned and made his way down the stone steps just as quickly as he went up them, his feet taking him back up the street.

Only two houses away and he heard his name called quietly, stopping him once again. He turned slowly to see you making your way towards him, a cardigan pulled around you to fight off the chilled air. "Geoffrey? What's wrong?" Your voice was full of worry, eyes searching his own to find some kind of answer as to why he almost knocked on your door at this hour.

Geoffrey was struggling to come up with an excuse, his frustration from tonights events still boiling his blood. "Nothing it's grand go back inside" Piss poor even for him, he knew so when your brows came together, he could see you didn't believe him. He sighed loudly, glancing around before blurting out. "So you're into the leech then are ya?"

Your eyes widened slightly before an even more confused look crossed over your features. "What?"

"Reid. The Doctor. You and him?"

"Me and him? Where is this coming from?"

"Look I don't want to be wasting my time and I'm not about to share ya with some bloody leech, so you best make your choice" His mouth was forming words faster than his mind was thinking them. "I do enough fighting every night, I don't want to be doing it in my own time as well"

When you didn't say anything Geoffrey felt himself growing more anxious and more agitated, surely your silence was answer enough. "Fine, I hope he makes you happy then" As he turned to go he felt your hand grip onto the arm of his jacket, pulling him back to face you.

"I just brewed tea, come inside?"

"No, thank you, I-"

"I would like you to explain what exactly it was that made you think you would be sharing me with anyone? I certainly don't want to be shared nor will I ever want to share you." Geoffrey looked at you fully now, your eyes never leaving his as you waited for his answer.

He cleared his throat, he could feel heat creeping up his neck.

When you both entered the house Geoffrey headed for the living room, following close behind he watched as you walked past him to the low table by the sofa, the crackling fire in front warmed the room. With heat already crawling up his body from the growing feeling he was about to feel like a complete idiot Geoffrey shrugged off his coat and sat down beside you.

You poured the tea quickly into two cups, no milk or sugar was added to Geoffreys but you added a splash to your own before turning to him. "So? Care to explain?"

"It was the fuckin' leech, he's always trying to piss me off"

"Do you ever consider that it may be because you give him an equally hard time?" Geoffrey grunted, holding the cup in his hands, his thumb tracing along the rim avoiding looking at you.

"Geoffrey" When his eyes flicked up he noticed you placed your cup down, your hand was outstretched wanting to take his own cup from him. Once the cups were placed back on the table you moved, gracefully and quickly lifting your leg over Geoffreys, settling onto his lap, your face close to his.

It wasn't difficult to remember the first time you'd done this, he felt a fool that was for sure, feeling like a schoolboy the first time you were this close and intimate with each other. He let his eyes flick down to your legs, the light dress you were wearing had ridden because of your position, his fingers traced softly along the skin of your thigh.

"Look at me" He couldn't help the little sigh that left his lips as he tilted his head back up to meet your gaze. He knew if anyone was watching over this they would say he's being childish but he didn't care. "What did Jonathan say?"

"The leech-"

"Geoffrey"

"Fine, fine. He just said something about there being enough for both of us, and something about me sharing. In regards to you" He watched as a smirk started to pull at your lips, you were trying not to smile or laugh. "What the fuck is so funny?"

"You are" Geoffrey tried to push you off but you grabbed his hands, placing them back on your thighs before leaning down to place a kiss on the side of his jaw. "Such jealously McCullum, I don't think I've seen you so worked up"

"I'm not jealous"

"Oh my apologies, here I was thinking you didn't want anyone else touching me"

"I don't" Your head snapped back up to look at Geoffrey and he realised all too late that, that was exactly the answer you had wanted, and the answer that proved your point as that playful smirk started to grown again. "Take that smug look off your face, I'm not in the humour for games"

You pouted at him but there was no genuine sadness in it, your hands came up slowly to his neck, pulling at the scarf he always wore, the fabric sliding against his skin as you pulled it off. "Not even a little?" You asked. He watched as your eyes travelled down to his lips and then further to his neck and chest, he could feel your eyes undressing him as they looked him over. "Perhaps I should see if Jonathan will play with me instead"

He knew you were looking for a reaction, he's sure he tried not to give you one, but the giggle that fell from you told him he didn't succeed. "Oh god if looks could kill" You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to you, your lips placing a quick teasing kiss to his own. "You are the only man I want Geoffrey, regardless of what anyone else says, alright?"

Geoffrey rolled his eyes but grunted in agreement, allowing you to continue to cuddle against him. "You sure you're not tempted by the leech?"

He meant it as a jab, trying to keep a cool demeanour, but you took it as a challenge when you leant up smirking and whispered in his ear. "Well perhaps you should show me who I belong to, just to be sure"

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I need more requests for these two xF!Reader 🥹

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Under the Storm

Geoffrey McCullum x F!Reader

Summary: A fight with Geoffrey leads to a late night make up in the rainy streets of Whitechapel.

Warnings: NSFW +18, angst, makeup sex, against a wall sex, female reader, swearing.

AN: a few of you requested Geoffrey fics and who am I to deny when there are literally none out there… I pray for more x reader fics for Geoffrey and Jonathan but I fear I’ll never get them 🥲

The rain was falling heavier now than it had been a few hours ago, the scent of damp streets, smoke and that unmistakable smell that always hit ones nose when in London was settling heavy as the storm continued.

If anyone asked how it was exactly you had come to be stood in the rain with Geoffrey, you likely wouldn't be able to give an exact answer. His jealousy? Your own stupidity for being caught in the act so to speak. You knew working alongside Jonathan Reid would cause nothing but trouble. But you couldn't help it. He was different.

How Geoffrey couldn't see that was beyond you. His hunter training clouding any chance of seeing that Jonathan - even Elizabeth, wasn't like other Ekons. He wanted to end this epidemic, as did you. Geoffrey had reluctantly allowed you to help bridge the gap between Priwen and Edgar - a go between so to speak. The late night trysts between you and Geoffrey had come about slightly later, when he'd finally given up playing the cold hunter around you.

Now that cold stare that you'd almost forgotten about was being directed at you. The rain hitting you relentlessly was starting to soak through your jacket, your hair hung heavy around you, strands sticking to your face. You breathing coming in short bursts from running to catch up with Geoffrey - who had only and very reluctantly stopped evading you on the border of Whitechapel when you'd almost slipped on the wet pavement.

"Why won't you listen to me?" desperation laced with frustration as you spoke. Truth be told you couldn't quite believe you were here arguing with Geoffrey in the first place, he really meant that much to you after such a small amount of time? Enough for you to chase after him? Explain yourself and your decisions? You were realizing all too quickly how close you'd allowed Geoffrey to get, how much you didn't want him to leave.

"Listen to what?" Geoffrey's voice was harsh as he spoke, his quick to temper personality shinning through as he almost scoffed at you. "You sympathize with leeches! You've been working with them this whole time?!"

"Not the whole time, just since-"

"Since good ol' Dr. Reid came runnin' into your life" a disbelieving smirk pulled at Geoffrey's mouth, his head shaking, his own hair wet and falling from it's place with the movement. "You know for a second I thought..." He wasn't sure he was ready to admit to you what he had thought, that you cared perhaps? That for once in his life maybe, just maybe he didn't have to live alone, that maybe he could have you.

"Why can't you see he's different? If you opened your mind even a little you would see Jonathan could help you!!"

"Why can't you see that he is nothin' but a blood sucking monster?!" You felt defeat wash over you, how long had you both been arguing like this? In this cramped and dim backstreet, had it been minutes or hours? It felt like an eternity of back and forth shouting, you were thankful a lot of Whitechapel had been abandoned.

"Geoffrey" He could hear the defeat in your voice, it seemed to only make him angrier at the whole situation. His growing frustration felt like it was about to drown him, his mind pulling back and forth between wanting to walk away and forget you and running to you. Everything in him from years of training screamed to run, to see this for what it was - a betrayal. But the part of him that wanted you - that cared for you begged him to stay. Your eyes never left his, your face wet from the rain, perhaps from tears he couldn't tell, even now soaked by the downpour he found it was so easy to become distracted by how beautiful he found you. "Please just... give it a chance?"

"I can't" he heard your groan of frustration just before he felt your fists connect with his chest. It didn't hurt, he didn't even flinch, but the movement seemed to ignite the fire back up in you as you looked back up to him.

"You are the most single minded, hard headed idiot I have ever met" your fists came back against his chest almost on every word, if it wasn't for the situation Geoffrey would have laughed at your outburst. But he simply reached up to grab your wrists, stopping you just before you hit him again. You tried to shake him off, clearly not finished with what can only be described as a tantrum, but his grip was strong, your arms barely moved.

You slumped against him instead, your forehead pushing into his chest. Geoffrey wondered if this would be the last time he would hold you this close. "I'm sorry my beliefs are such an inconvenience to you" he tried to sound malicious, he's not entirely sure he managed it.

You lifted your head up to meet his gaze again, those blue eyes you'd grown too fond of watched you, you could see the hard set of his jaw, the frown pulling at his brows. You weren't going to win this fight. You pulled your arms away again, and this time he let you go. You quickly pushed them into his chest, pushing Geoffrey a step away from you. You tried hard to blink away the tears that threatened to fall as you looked at Geoffrey. "I thought..."

"What that I'd change the way I am because you found a small ounce of good in one leech?"

"That you'd at least listen to me-"

"What because I fucked you? You think that changes things?" When your mouth closed instantly at his words he realized he'd done it, that those final words would be the end of the argument. Yet there was no satisfaction, no relief that you would finally stop shouting at each other, in fact he felt worse than he'd ever felt, seeing the hurt on your face, the way you pushed your lips together to stop yourself from crying more as you frowned at him.

You didn't even answer him, he watched you turn and start walking away from him, your footsteps quiet against the sound of the rain. It hurt. It hurt watching you walk away, Geoffrey didn't allow himself to think before he began following you, just as you had him, but it didn't take more than a few seconds for him to catch you by the arm, pulling you to a stop and towards him.

"Let go" You tried to keep walking but he held you, your voice almost too low for him to hear.

"Wait"

"No!" You turned to face him now, your cheeks streaked with tears and rain, your hair whipped around with you when you turned, soaked through from the rain. "You've made it clear how you feel"

"No I haven't" For the first time Geoffrey was scared of what to say next, how to tell you how he felt, how to make you believe him after what he had just spat at you. "I don't...I didn't...fuck it anyway" His hand slipped from your arm to push his own wet hair back out of his face. "I'm sorry... but I love ya, it wont change how I feel about them...but I can't let ya walk away from me after what I said"

He watched your face, the way something flashed across your features. He almost expected you to slap him, call him an ass and continue on your way. He certainly didn't expect you to pull him to you, your lips pushing against his. Geoffrey kissed you back like a man starved, his kiss hungry, demanding. Yours was just the same, both of your touches laced with desperation as you pulled each other closer, your hands clawing at the back of Geoffrey's head as he lifted you, his hands gripping under your thighs, your back hitting the wall of the alleyway. His grip was like iron holding you close to him, your bodies pressed together.

Your skirt had been pushed up when Geoffrey lifted you, the wet fabric bunched up between you, the cold long forgotten against the heat of Geoffrey as he pushed his body against you, his arousal hard beneath the material of his trousers. Your mind was fogged, nothing mattered, your body ached with want as you reached between you to clumsily undo his belt with one hand. Geoffrey shifted you slightly, lifting you just high enough to aid in pushing his trousers down just enough for his member to fall free, the wall aiding in holding you up as he pushed aside your underwear before rubbing himself against your entrance.

You whimpered against his lips, a subtle plea to hurry up. A hoarse moan fell from your lips when he pushed in, a gasp falling from Geoffrey before he starting moving into you. It wasn't sweet or romantic, the way you both moved against each other. It was desperate. Your lips moved, tongues hungrily fighting for dominance, your teeth catching his lower lip. Moans fell from you both as he moved, your back hitting the wall behind with each thrust. You didn't care, about the wall, the location, you only cared about Geoffrey moving against you.

He felt your nails dig into the back of his neck as you gripped him, the warmth from between your thighs tightening around him as he moved. Geoffrey couldn’t get enough of you, despite the harsh rain still hitting you both, the almost savage way he was taking you - so unlike the many nights you’d both found comfort in each other. He could feel your anger - his anger still, but with each thrust that anger ebbed away, his shame at what he said to you slowly creeping back in and Geoffrey found himself slowing down, his thrusts turning slow and deep.

You almost protested but Geoffrey’s lips trailing down your neck distracted you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as he continued his slowed pace, soft lips making their way back up to your own, the kiss this time was slow, what you were used to. You didn’t imagine Geoffrey could do anything slowly at first, his whole mannerism usually spoke otherwise, but with you, after those first few times together you watched him take his time, enjoy every single moment with you. You prided yourself in seeing a side to the Captain of Priwen that no one else saw, that was who was with you now.

Geoffrey could feel his orgasm approaching, his hips stuttering and slightly picking up pace as he neared his peak. One of your hands moved up along the back of his head, toying and finally gripping onto the longer hairs near the top before your hand came to rest at the side of his face, keeping his pulled close as you began to push back against him, using the wall as leverage to meet his thrusts, your own orgasm knotting up inside of you.

Geoffrey’s kisses became desperate again, you both moaning and gasping against each other’s lips, faces pressed close. His hands tightening their hold on your legs, still holding you up to the wall, never faltering.

“Fuck” Geoffrey’s voice was rough with arousal. “I’m sorry”

“I know” you felt the tight coil in your snap seconds later, your orgasm washing over you, your eyes closing, head falling against Geoffrey’s completely as he continued fucking you through your high, his own came quickly after, your body warming as he filled you.

If you weren’t still so close to each other you wouldn’t be able to hear both of your heavy breathing in the rain. But when Geoffrey looked at you, his hair messed and falling in front of his face, droplets of water dripping from the dark locks you found you couldn’t care less about the rain.

Your body on the other hand did. Geoffrey could feel you shivering in his grip, he slowly lowered you to the ground, arms keeping hold of you until he was sure you were alright to stand on your own before fixing himself up quickly.

“We should get out of the rain” you spoke.

“Aye, you want me to walk ya back to the hospital?” You shook your head, home was further away, the hour was late and the rain wasn’t letting up but going back to Pembroke was the last thing you wanted now. Geoffrey looked around, as if only now taking in your surroundings and where you were. “Priwen base ain’t far from here, I could sneak ya in”

You couldn’t help smile at that. “You mean I’d get to see the Captains chamber?”

“Aye what little there is of them anyway” Geoffrey returned your smile with a smirk before pulling you close to him and turning you both in the direction of the base. “Better be on your best behaviour” he joked.

“When am I not?!” Geoffrey rolled his eyes at you, knowing too well the trouble you always found yourself in. It was so easy, to fall back into your safe bubble with Geoffrey. You knew this argument would come up again, it was inevitable. But for now at least, you had your hunter back at your side.