#john druitt

[agent-troi]

helen: we are not assassins

helen: *remembers one of them is literally a serial killer*

helen: …not for political gain at least

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[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Sanctuary + Text Posts 5/?

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"Oh my God, I'm back again!" *coughs* to ask you:

Do you wanna write a fanfic? As they say in the film, "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!" It's that brilliant time of year again where we all feel festive (or have festive feelings foist upon us). Fairy lights, foil decorations, foliage inside the house; it's all there waiting for us.

So, do you like writing fic? Do you like reading fic? Do you like going to various places and saying to other fandom peeps, "Omg I love your work!"*

Then this is the fic exchange for you! Today's post is the sign up post. Under the cut will be a list of questions. All you have to do is send me either a DM or an ask with your completed questionnaire then wait for your match!

Last year was a really good laugh. We all had fun, and there was a lovely bunch of new fics available to read (which is always a good thing in that dead time between Christmas and New Year's).

Schedule!

Sign up: 26th Nov - 5th Dec

Matches sent out by 7th Dec

Touching base post: 20th Dec**

Collection open for posting: 26th Dec

Collection reveal: 31st Dec

This is open to anyone in the Sanctuary fandom, regardless of character/shipping preferences. When it comes to fic length, the minimum is 300 words. I don't really wanna give a max (because I know how the muse can get sometimes), but if we cap it around the 2k words mark that should be cool.***

I'll be posting a link to this around the place (and reblogging again this evening for the later crew), and you are more than welcome to message/contact me with any questions, queries or concerns.

Under the cut: the questions!

Username on Tumblr/AO3: (I need a method of contacting you 😊. If you have neither, pop me your email or something? We'll figure it out.)

Things I am comfortable writing: (gen or shippy? Fluff writer or angst? Family feels?)

Things I would not want to write about: (all the things you don't wanna write - characters you dislike, pairings you don't vibe with etc. Also heads up on any triggers you might have - you don't need to explain the whys.)

What I'd like to receive: (go for gold! The more info you can give, the more tailored to you the fic will be.)

What I would not like to receive: (All the things that you do not vibe with, or squick you. Please please please again with any trigger warnings - I don't want a gift to upset you. 😊)

Any other info that doesn't fit in the other questions: (General vibes, could you be a pinch hitter, any thoughts, questions, etc)

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And that's that. 😊 Thank you for joining in, and see you December 7th with your matches!

*I love when this happens. If this is something you do, keep doing it you sparkling diamond!

**If you find you can't finish, or something comes up that means you have to pull out, please let me know so I can arrange a pinch hitter. I won't be angry or disappointed or anything because this is for fun, and your health (mental and/or physical) is more important.

**Obviously, if you find you go over a bit, don't freak out or anything. This is just for fun, after all.

And that's it! I hope you'll message and join the fun, cause just think - more Sanctuary fanfic is never ever a bad thing!

[sweetteaandpie]

sanctuary pals:

if sanctuary came back to tv with a season 5, what storylines would you like to see?

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Sanctuary in text posts

[chartreuseian]

Hi again! I wish you write a fic asks,

How about nikola carrying Helen to bed, she’s all sleepy. Could be Oxford teslen, they are the last ones heading home after the others have departed from the carriage and Helen falls asleep on his shoulder. Also what if she wakes up in his arms and chastised him for it but she doesn’t let go?

Ok this was surprisingly hard! I ended up taking some creative liberties and setting this in 'Lessons'-land so it's not so much the last ones left as it is the others leave Nikola to do the heavy lifting? 😅 Anyway, its cute and Helen's sleepy. Hope you enjoy!

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He knows she will be angry with him. There is, of course, not a single version of reality in which Helen Magnus would freely submit to the action he is contemplating but, truthfully, he cannot come up with an alternative.

Well, yes, he could wake her up. But that is fraught with danger too.

Sighing, Nikola shifts in his seat, tightening the arm around her shoulders ever so slightly. Helen mumbles something in her sleep before settling against him again, her soft breath curling against his throat. Across the cabin, James is giving him a knowing smirk while John dozes lightly on his shoulder.

The night air is still and, with the exception of the sound of the horses hooves on the cobblestones, remarkably quiet. They have been travelling for a great many hours now but the streets have become familiar and he knows in a few moments they will be home.

Avoiding James’s gaze and the challenge he can see there, Nikola looks down at the messy nest of blonde curls that obscure his vision. He is used to the weight of Helen’s head on his chest after all these months, but it never fails to make his heart swell. Such easy, open affection is not something he had ever expected from her (from anyone, if he is to be honest about it) and he delights in knowing she trusts him so completely.

For a moment the prospect of how they might transfer Helen from the carriage to their bed fades away, leaving him with nothing but a soft smile on his face and an astounding thrum of love in his veins.

But far sooner than he’d like, they are jerking to a stop.

Nikola jolts forward quiet without meaning to, his arms around Helen the only thing that keeps her from catapulting across the cabin. John, however, had no such restraint and all but tumbles to the floor, his eyes opening in sleepy confusion even as James reaches for him.

As John grumbles and James promises sweetly to kiss it better, Nikola relaxes, certain that any minute now Helen will blink sleepily, stretch and give him a warm smile as she extricates herself from his arms. She has never been a particularly deep sleeper, and even though he knows how deeply exhausted she is from their disastrous attempts trek up and down the coast in search of a beastie, he thinks that this will surely be enough to wake her.

But, as John and James clamber out through the now open door (the former still grumbling and the latter taking liberties with his attempts to ‘help’) not even their chatter seems to be enough to wake her.

Nestling further into his embrace, Helen lets out a small sigh and slumbers on.

Nikola looks toward the door, to the inquisitive faces that, after a moment, peer back into the gloom of their carriage and hopes desperately that one of them might have some solution he has not yet come across.

“Just wake her,” James says, waving a hand dismissively.

John, however, meets Nikola’s eye and frowns. He is sure that they are both recalling the last time one of them woke Helen.

He hears James sigh as he wanders away from the carriage and, while John gives him a small, apologetic smile that acknowledges the dilemma but offers no tangible solution.

Alone with Helen once again (and quite seriously contemplating simply staying put and allowing her to sleep in the carriage), Nikola shifts slightly until Helen is almost entirely in his arms. It takes very little effort to slide one arm beneath her legs, lifting her gingerly from the seat.

Keeping himself hunched, he sidles towards the open door and prays that her ire at being carried will not be as great as her ire at being awoken.

It takes a significant amount of careful manoeuvring and a few too many near misses involving her head and the door, but soon enough Nikola is standing on the street, Helen in his arms as he looks up to the front gates of her Sanctuary.

There is a light breeze that tickles the back of his neck and it makes Helen shiver, frowning in her sleep as she curls more tightly around him. Her sleepy murmurs express displeasure but Nikola holds her tighter still and she settles once more, her brow smoothing out.

John’s hand appears on his shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze.

“Well done,” he murmurs. Nikola grimaces and steps forward, ignoring the bulging eyes of the poor carriage driver who seem unable to understand how Nikola’s wiry frame could carry Helen with such ease.

In the interest of escaping prying eyes (and hoping to deposit Helen safely onto her bed without incident), he takes the wide stone steps ad quickly as he dares, passing James who holds the door open with a swift nod.

Inside he startles as the sound of hit footsteps on the marble floor and lengthens his strides until he reaches the staircase and its carpet covered rises muffle his movements.

He is just at the top of the stairs when she begins to stir.

“Nikola?” His name is a sleepy mess of sounds, her hands pressing against his chest as she tries to stretch in his embrace.

He shushes her, kissing her forehead as he picked up the pace. They are moving far too quickly now, but he has never known Helen to fall back asleep easily so he reaches for speed rather than stealth for the time being.

“Nikola.” Firmer now, her hands curling against his jacket.

“We’re nearly there,” he whispers as they approach the door to her room (their room, really, because he cannot remember the last time the four of them did not share a bed). She murmurs against him and he can feel the way her muscles begin to grow tense.

“What are you-”

“Sleep,” he tells her, regardless of how useless such a thing is. “We are nearly there.”

She starts to find words and he can hear an edge of complaint in the way she says his name for a third time, but he is in their room and approaching their bed and when he lays her down atop the covers, he follows her body to press another kiss to her cheek.

“Sleep,” he says once more, his hands moving on instinct to the fastenings of her dress. He has undressed her so many times now that removing all the faff and finery she wears is easy.

Made easier, of course, by the two other sets of hands that join in almost immediately.

Nikola startles a little at their sudden appearance, but John looks alittle shamefaced and James is grinning broadly and he senses, not for the first time, that James has somehow out played them all.

“John zapped us right up here after you’d disappeared inside,” James says, his voice rich with amusement.

Nikola feels his jaw go slack.

“You are a cruel, cruel man,” John murmurs, giving Nikola another pained look. “I did not think… It did not occur to me…”

Sitting back, Nikola lets the others take over for a moment, but when he regains use of his faculties (and feels more than a little embarrassed that he did not think to use John to simplify this process), he glares at James.

“Oh don’t give me that,” he says, grinning as he helps Helen to sit up. He slides in behind her, tugging off the small jacket of her travelling costume before his hands slide into her hair and begin plucking pins from the mess.

“Don’t tease,” Helen murmurs sleepily, frowning a little even as she reclines against James’s chest. “Is unkind.”

James chuckles and though he keeps his mouth shut, his eye glitter at Nikola as he and John begin work on her skirts and stockings.

They work in concert for a few more moments, eventually trading off so that they can disrobe themselves too.

Helen is laying in the middle of the bed in her chemise when they are done, her hair a golden puddle around her face. She is on her side, curled up and smiling as she watches them with heavy eyes. Sleep keeps claiming her for brief moments, her mouth going slack before she pushes it away.

When she holds a hand out, James is the first to dart forwards, but she frown and bats him away.

“Nik,” she murmurs, his name disappearing into a yawn as her eyes fall shut.

James sighs but steps aside, letting Nikola clamber up beside her. His shirt feels loose about his body, but it is thin enough that when Helen pulls him to her and nestles into his arms once more, he can feel the heat of her skin through it.

She hums softly, her body limp and heavy against him but other than the smallest smile he can see making her cheek rounder, Helen offers no further requests.

The others climb up quickly, James’s front warm and firm against his back while John’s lanky frame curls around Helen. His arm reaches across all of them and Nikola feels his own eyes grow heavy as John’s hand lands on James’s waist.

“Good night,” Helen mumbles, her words soft and indistinct. John echoes her, kissing the side of her head as he closes his eyes. James chuckles a little, kissing Nikola’s shoulder.

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he whispers softly, his beard scratching in a way that makes Nikola shiver. “We’ll see what else you can accomplish with that strength of yours.”

Then they all grow silent and, as the three bodies that surround him fall into the familiar rhythms of slumber, Nikola finds himself smiling quietly to himself.

Even if Helen does tell him off tomorrow for his manhandling, at least he will have the sweet promises of James to soothe the burn.

[itsdawnforyou]

Finished season 1 of sanctuary and first of all: how dare they kill watson he was literally my favorite. I wanted more John and James scenes, their chemistry was so interesting

"You felt concern for me!" God damn it nikola I love your stupid bastard ass so much youre such a sassy bitch

Them unlocking ashley's powers and appearently its something helen never even fucking checked out? How the hell dont you know your daughter's abnormality is the same as her father's?!?!

Also will being watson's replacement of sorts, seeing how their "sight" overlaps, how will's is a lesser version of watson's? Fantastic. Now it makes me think of what will's abnormality is, because I have no doubt he is an abnormal since the show started.

[agent-troi]

tbh a love triangle including jack the ripper and nikola tesla sounds like something that was invented by the tumblr hive mind

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Been cycling through my head how every known descendant of the Source Blood is female. Yes, there's only three, but. It gets me thinking. Two were fathered by Source Blood effected fathers, one was mothered by the original descendant.

Makes me wonder if maybe something in the Source Blood doesn't allow it to be passed down to males through some genetic/DNA thing when combined with human genetics. As in, makes conception of a male embryo impossible somehow.

I'm too tired to really think this through and I know nothing about genetics and ideally this would have been an egg to egg to egg thing to really make sense, but I enjoy the implications of female-only descendants.

It's also interesting that in the case of two Source Blood parents, Ashley only inherited her father's powers (aka the person who made her a girl in the first place), not her mother's in the form of her dormant DNA.

And Anna and Clara's abnormality from Nigel wasn't dormant. Hmmm.

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[petergirl10]

Sanctuary S3 Deleted Scenes:

The Hollow Men

Druitt: Architectural wonders...

Tesla: You're melting on the Persian.

Druitt: Shut up and pour me a brandy.

Tesla: I'll accept half your proposal. So..?

Druitt: Well, the entrance hall was gone.

Tesla: And the gateway itself?

Druitt: Well, the door is there, but I was sent home before it was opened.

Druitt: She'll be fine.

Tesla: Of course, she will.

Tesla: To work.

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Druitt (to Worth): You try anything funny, it'll be the last joke you ever make.

Worth: Really? You chose him over me? It defies understanding, really.

Druitt (to Tesla): How long could he live with his heart ripped out of his chest?

Tesla: If you kill him, he can't help us.

Druitt (to Tesla): Really? I must try and remember that.

Worth: Come on, lads, I don't want to die. You don't want her to die. Let's not waste any more time on male dominance rituals.

Tesla: We're not making any deals with Hyde. You show us Adam or you stay tied to the bed. Okay?

Worth: Always the bridesmaid...

Adam: Hey, lads. How are you?

[danasevans]

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.” + 1880s John/Helen?

AU in which John isn't corrupted right away after the source blood. Here, he and Helen have been married for a few months, and Helen is about seven months pregnant with Ashley.

John is only awake at this hour because he'd had his sleep disturbed by the absence of his wife, but as he steps into the kitchen, he wonders if he isn't still dreaming. Because the sight before him is more than unlikely.

Helen stands by the counter, stirring something in a large glass bowl, her posture made awkward by the swell of her stomach. Whatever she's working on smells wonderful, delicious and chocolatey, but that's not the most intriguing part of this tableau.

He chuckles softly, not wanting to startle her. Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him, but he can't help but tease a little. "Helen Magnus, baking? Never thought I'd see the day."

Even with what few lamps she's lit, he can see the pretty blush spread over her cheeks. "The baby wants sweets," she says. "I felt bad waking the staff. Besides, it's just chemistry, isn't it?"

"I suppose," he agrees, eyeing the sticky concoction in the bowl. Helen turns toward the stove, which he can tell is lit by the temperature of the room, and he reaches out for a taste, but--

"Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon," his wife threatens. "Haven't I explained foodborne illness to you enough times already? There's raw eggs in there, wait until it's baked."

John decides his wisest move right now is to stand back and watch as Helen transfers the substance into a shallow pan and slides it into the oven. "And do you... know how long that will be?"

"I'm going to check it every ten minutes," she decides. "If I'm right, we should end up with something between a fudge and a cake."

That does sound appealing. "I don't suppose I could convince you to rest a bit more while we wait?"

She kisses his cheek, scratching her fingers through her hair. "You know how I feel about you distracting me from my experiments."

John grins, feeling a little dastardly tonight. He wraps his arms around her, stroking the curve of her abdomen in a way that makes her sigh. "As I recall, you seem to enjoy it more often than not."

Helen gives a huff of laughter, but then winces, and he can feel why-- the child is kicking hard enough that he can feel the tiny blows even against his own hand. She rubs her side, her mouth pursing in a displeased moue. "Sorry, my love, but these days, it appears there are limits to that sort of enjoyment."

Privately, John thinks he could expand those limits with a little creativity, but this isn't the hour for that. "No need to apologize," he assures her. "I don't suppose you were planning on sharing your new form of confectionery?"

Helen's eyes twinkle. "Only because I love you very much."

Twenty minutes later, they're seated on top of the duvet on their shared bed, a plate of delightful and chocolatey square between them. Helen gasps around her mouthful and takes his hand, laying it on the rise of her belly. "She likes them," she tells him, and he feels more of the kicks from earlier.

He quite enjoys this new invention too, but at least he manages to finish chewing before he speaks. "Does it hurt?"

She shrugs. "Only when she catches my ribs. Or kidneys. Or lungs."

John shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't really understand how it all... fits in their. Especially seeing as the child has weeks yet to go."

"Most men don't," Helen teases, taking another bite. "You lot get to be blissfully unaware... you'll disappear to the wine cellar with Nikola while I do all the work, and then when you return there will be a baby, and you don't even spare a thought for how it gets out." She huffs and cradles her stomach, making him suspect the child is getting rough again.

Quite honestly, John loathes the thought of abandoning her. But that, too, is too daring a proposition for the wee hours of the morning, so all he says is, "I am well aware of how indebted to you I am, my love." He moves closer to her on the bed and kisses her cheek. "For all eternity."

She turns to kiss him properly then, and she tastes of luxurious chocolate. "And don't you forget it."

John stretches out in the bed, and Helen sets the plate aside before joining him. "Your daughter is pleased."

"Or son?"

"No." Her voice is thick with sleep now as she nestles against him. "Daughter."

"Regardless," John sighs, "I would say your first foray into the kitchen is a resounding success."

"Enjoy it," she tells him, yawning. "I can't say it'll happen again."

John strokes her hair as she succumbs to sleep, and decides that all he's hoping for is more nights like these somewhere down the line.

They've got years and years ahead of them, after all.

[viennen]

Sanctuary Discord AU

Been looking for other ways to promote my Discord servers, and figured positing it here would be a good idea.

Hello! Do you miss watching Magnus, Will and Kate help abnormals? Miss listening to Henry and Tesla bicker in the Lab?

Welcome to my Sanctuary AU! A slightly modern twist, the timeline has been moved forward 10 years. Everything still happens the same as it did in the show, just 2020, instead of 2010.

The server is friendly, accepts all types of people and RP ideas.

You can play anytime during the Sanctuary Timeline. Choose to be back in the Oxford days, Modern day or anytime in between. Play as any abnormal from the series (Vampires must be approved by staff, unless you're playing Tesla), or make your own! Just don't go too crazy if you decide to make a new abnormal

Other fandoms are welcome, so long as you can make them make sense within the Sanctuary Universe.

Many enjoyable roleplay channels including Any Sanctuary and Praxis

Just have fun, make friends and follow the rules!

What the server has to offer!

Self Roles All idea's and suggestions are welcome! A safe place for all who want to join. LGBTQ accepted. Friendly and Active Staff All length of writing is accepted OC's and Canon are welcomed. Duplicates of Canon are allowed. Access to Tupper and Plural Kit! Active Chats Server is 14+ Partnerships!

[agent-troi]

if i had a nickel for every time amanda tapping played a character who was once engaged to a lunatic i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

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Sanctuary Text Posts 7/?

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