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[typinggently]

6) an undead creature, a cold winter night, dirt I'd love to read some alfie/Tommy with this, if you don't mind? O/ I love very much your writing **

Thank you so much, Lovely! That’s so sweet of you to say <3 I’m so happy you’re enjoying them! I took the liberty of reading “dirt” as “sand” 🧡

 Obligatory “Vampire invites shivering stranger into their home” AU

Canon timeline, but can be read as a modern AU

 If you want something done right, do it yourself. Now that the Gin’s locked up tight, when his skull is vibrating with the reproachful voices (external or internal, or, in worst case scenarios, both), Tommy repeats that motto to himself ad absurdum.

That’s why he’s here now, at the shore, at 11:34. He has 26 minutes left to get to the rendezvous point and he’s down to his last three cigarettes. If you want something done right, do it yourself. The salty wind snuffs the flame of his lighter two times before he manages to light the cigarette between his teeth. The moonlight flickers on the cool silver, there’s a subtle tremor in his hand. It could be the cold, but it accompanies the headache nicely. Do it yourself. He has no idea where he is.

His feet slip on sand, Italian leather no match for British beaches, and he’s not wearing a scarf. Not that he’ll have to talk much, but he already knows his throat’ll be raw for the next few days. Do it yourself. The moonlight is just bright enough to make out the time on his watch, but the headache makes it harder to concentrate on what he’s looking at. 23 minutes left. In the dim light, he sees the vague outlines of a building.

Margate in itself wouldn’t be the first place he’d go for business. Not to mention the shore. But he’s not the one making the rules here, and he stops to feel his tie before quickening his steps. There was no way of driving through the sand, but it makes for a very exhausting walk, especially with the cold-harsh wind and the late hour. So to say that the sight of the tall-dark building, half-drowned in sand, is a relief would be an understatement.

When he climbs the few steps to the porch, sand scratches on wood. He was prepared for an old hotel, abandoned somewhere around the Fin de Siècle, but the silence after he knocks is briefly unsettling. For a moment, he feels thee open sea at his back, the cold slipping into his collar, the weight of his gun.

But then, the door opens and a petroleum lamp almost-illuminates a face. “Yeah?”

He steps in, sand under his boots. “Here I am.”

Eyes flicker in the dim light, a soft hum. “There you are indeed. Come in, will you?” A shadow stepping aside, inviting Tommy to pass the threshold into the darkness beyond.

Tommy hesitates. It’s absurd to even consider it – fin de siècle hotel, abandoned at the shore, midnight. It’s absurd, but he knows this isn’t the house. The hesitation in his face must be obvious, the tense line of his shoulders.

Still, he can’t see much of the shadow’s face, the silver-pale moonlight doesn’t pierce the darkness of the hallway. It only seems to catch in those eyes, bright in the shapeless silhouette. “Now, Love. Don’t be ridiculous, yeah? Don’t be fucking stupid. You look frozen.”

Before Tommy can react, there’s a flash of gold and a hand brushes his. Cool fingertips on his knuckles, raw from the cold. The shadow tuts gently, squeezes his hand. Despite the cool touch, a feverish heat rushes through Tommy, a faint shiver down his spine. His throat hurts.

“You want a good Rum, yeah? Man like you, you gotta have some fuckin’ good Rum. It’ll warm you right up. I was just about to have a drink myself, come on in.” With that, the shadow retreats, the petroleum lamp catching on corduroy, soft cotton. Faded ink and gold rings. “Come on.”

It’s not the right house. Tommy blinks, swallows. Behind him, the sea roars, the wind tears at his sand-stained coat. It’s past midnight, he knows without checking. The weight of his gun against his hip, he steps over the threshold.

The smell of warm petroleum with a hint of something cinnamon sweet-sharp underneath. Dim lights flickering over peeling wallpaper, the broad back of his host.

Tommy licks his lips, teeth catching on his bottom lip. There’s a faint burn on his chest. First, he thinks it’s a reminder of the shiver that went through him at the touch, but when he reaches for it instinctively, his fingertips find the outline of his cross through the layers of his suit. The door falls closed behind him.

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 I have to say I just…love Vampires so much. I know I had the vampire hunters drabble-au for them ages ago, but I think this has potential as well? The idea of Tommy in this exhausted state stumbling into the den of a Vampire is just…so appealing. What an unexpected treat for Alfie!

To not go overboard with the length, I didn’t develop the atmosphere too much, but I really think the dream-like feeling and the cold, the disoriented feeling and the exhaustion might all play together really nicely in this context. Thank you so much for your prompt, it was such fun to think about!! 🧡🧡

[sweetiesplum]

Bonjour ! :) pourrais-je te suggérer une célébrité sur laquelle tu as déjà grapher, mais peut-être de faire des avatars d'une autre époque ? Il s'agit de rebecca ferguson, qui a fait the greatest showman (1870) et despite the falling snow (40's), seulement si cela t'inspire bien sur ! Bonne journée à toi, et j'admire beaucoup ce blog **

Coucou à toi @zielaelycia-blog ! ♥ Mes excuses pour avoir tarder à te répondre mais tu m’as envoyé la requête pile quand je reprenais mon taf et que je faisais face à une charge de travail importante ! xDD

Alors, oui, j’accepte avec grand plaisir les requêtes quelque soit les époques ! ♥ Je t’en ai fait 3 de The Greatest Showman juste ici. Par contre, je reconnais avoir eu une panne d’inspiration pour despite the falling snow. :X J’en ferais peut-être plus tard mais je préfère ne pas faire de promesses car je t’ai déjà fait bien attendre ! :) Merci d’être passer en tout cas ! ♥

[cavarage]

Hello ! :D I really do love you edits, moodboards, gifs etc (the olympian fancast is amazing, they all have their own personalities and colors so beautiful ** and the underrated mythology ones are killing me with their beauty..!! and the lestat vampire wow ! I love all your doing and just wanted to tell you ! also I was wondering, do you take request sometimes ? (and sorry for my bad english !) Take care !

That's so sweet, thank you so much, you just made my day ! ** I do take requests, but I can't promise I will follow with it, it depends on my motivation (and the fact that I am often very lazy lol). But you can request something, and if the idea inspires then sure! (Your english is very good by the way, don't worry!)

Have a great day !

[starker-sorbet]

Vampires Peter and Tony going out for a romantic meal together.

vampire starker moodboard for @zielaelycia-blog

[pondmelody]

Hello !! :D I just discovered your blog and I really ADORE what you do, images, gifs, everything I love your universe ! do you think you could make soe aurora sinistra edit one day ? she's a minor hp character that fascinate me, I often imagine her as zoe kravitz, she has this special something vibe ! Anyway I really love your art and hope to see more o/// all the best !

aaah thank you so much, your message made my day ♥ but i stopped editing for the hp fandom a while ago, i’m so sorry :(  but if i ever edit hp again, i’ll definitely keep this in mind! 

have a nice day ♥