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ink-and-blood-goddess · 2 months

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Valentine's Day Prompts (Lucien Crown Prompt 9)

Requested by @evelina92-Lucien Crown / Prompt 6 💞

A/N- FINALLY I’VE FINISHED IT!!! Sorry for the long wait, I got busy with work and other stuff. I’ve enjoyed writing this one with Lucien and I can’t wait to do Bane next. Everybody enjoy :)

Warnings: Nothing but tooth rotting fluff (little angst)

Citrus Scale:🍎

W.C+: 2.1K

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It was another peaceful, snowy nightfall in New York City. It was like any other night, but not this one. This night was very different. It was February 14th. Valentine’s Day.

This holiday was special above the rest. Valentine’s Day is your most favorite holiday out of the whole year. That special time of the year to spend it with your significant other, Lucien Crown. Lucien Crown was a name you could roll around on your tongue.

You’ve been with him for almost two years. Lucien wasn’t like other guys. He’s different. By different meaning, he’s a vampire, but a living vampire.

Lucien was born with a rare blood disorder and lived in pain into his adult life. He met you as you began working for him as a caregiver and fell in love. He wanted a way to be with you without having to deal with the pain of his disorder.

That’s until his lifetime friend Dr. Michael Morbius found a cure. When he was given the cure, he changed a lot. Lucien was able to walk freely without his cane and do stuff he never did as a child. However, there was a side effect of that cure. A lust for blood.

After a few people were drained of their blood, Lucien vowed to never do it again and to only drink artificial blood to keep his bloodlust in control. He’s doing that for you. Lucien would never harm a hair on your head. He just wants a normal relationship with you.

Now the thing is he’s well off. Comes from a wealthy family and can buy anything he wants. There’s been times he wanted to spoil you, but got you things that were very meaningful. Always wanted to make you smile in return.

You’ve never wanted a single thing, until now. It was something you’ve had your eye on since last spring. A beautiful gold heart locket on a gold chain. That’s the only thing you ever wanted to have.

You first saw it when you walked past the window of the jewelry store that’s several blocks down from your apartment. You couldn’t help yourself, but look at it through the glass in the sunlight. The way the gold glittered and sparkled like little diamonds. Lucien noticed you looking at it and saw how happy it made you.

“Don’t worry, love. One day you’ll wear that beautiful piece around your lovely neck,” he said as he placed a kiss into your hair. Since then, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It never escaped your mind and you never let it go, until now.

Lucien has been acting strangely lately. For the past few weeks, you’ve hardly seen him around the penthouse. Not even at the kitchen table. This made you start worrying very deeply in the pit of your stomach.

What if he relapsed to his old ways and didn’t want you to know about it? That thought ate at your mind all day long. This is not like him to do that. He swore he’d never do it ever again.

You were standing outside on the balcony of the penthouse, watching the snow falling gracefully over New York. Each one floating downward like little white diamonds. Sparkling within the city lights, making them more beautiful.

As you stood upon the stone balcony, a gust of cold air came through making you shiver from head to toe. You were completely barefoot standing on the thin layer of snow. Each of your toes almost felt numb, as you stood outside like this.

The thick blanket that usually sat on the couch was wrapped around your upper body. You drew the blanket closer to your body to keep warm. Another shiver made you feel colder than before. The same thought came right back, making you feel more uneasy by the passing second.

Lucien never stays out this late. Never. He’s always back on time or he just stays in. You were starting to wonder if he doesn’t love you anymore. You were snatched away from your gut wrenching thoughts when you heard the door to the penthouse unlock. The door creaked open like always and was followed by a very familiar voice.

“(Y/N), are you there?” Lucien said in his usual playful voice. You heard the clatter of the keys on the table next to the entrance and the door closing behind him.

“(Y/N)?” he asked again playfully. “I’m over here,” you called out over your shoulder. The floorboards creaked beneath Lucien’s light footsteps.

“What are you doing out there,” a gasp escaped through his lips when he spotted you on the balcony. You turned around to face him and noticed he looked very worried seeing you like this. “Watching the snowfall over the city.” You lied. You were actually waiting for him really.

“Well, get back inside before you catch a cold,” he walked over quickly and grabbed you by the hand. Once you were inside, Lucien closed and locked the sliding glass doors. The cold air disappeared quickly and was replaced by warmth. You felt your toes again. Wiggling them around.

“Lucien, where were you?” You asked as you removed the blanket from your shoulders and threw it back onto the couch. “Nowhere. Why do you ask,” he avoided eye contact with you. You gave out a long sigh.

“I’ve been waiting for you. You were gone all day long. You didn’t leave me a note or let alone a text message. What were you doing?” Lucien was caught off guard by your words. He turned over to you and saw your eyes. Those beautiful (E/C) eyes were stained with tears.

“Oh (Y/N),” he slowly walked over to you with his arms open for embrace. Wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on top of your head, you felt a great weight was lifted off of your shoulder. You cried softly against his scratchy and soft sweater.

“There there. Don’t cry my love. I’m here now, so don’t worry,” Lucien cooed, as he rubbed his cheek against your forehead. With his arms still wrapped around you, he lifted his head up to look at you again. Lifting your head off of his chest, you sniffle as more tears slowly fall down your face.

“Oh my dear little (Y/N). How I worried you so. I’m so sorry for doing this to you,” he said as he placed another kiss on your forehead. Your heart fluttered a bit. Lucien doesn’t like it when he upsets you like this. Even if it’s the littlest thing.

“It’s just,” you said softly, “you were acting strangely lately and I was getting very worried about you. I thought you’ve relapsed and gone back to your old ways.” Sadness filled his green eyes, making you worry about his well being.

“Oh (Y/N). I’ve got you in such a tizzy having you worrying about my well being, I wasn’t thinking straight enough. I’m so sorry,” he said as he hugged you again.

The tight embrace made you feel warm and comfortable, making you all happy that Lucien wasn’t doing anything bad. You just wanted to know what he was up to, that’s all.

“The reason why I was ‘out of character’ to put it, was to give you this,” he said as he lifted both arms off of you. Then, he reached into his coat pocket. “Now hold out your hands and close your eyes, but no peeking,” he said with a mischievous smile.

You did what he asked. You closed both eyes and held out both hands. After several seconds, you felt something smooth and leathery against your skin. Feeling around, you took note it was a box. But what kind of box though?

Still feeling around, something else was on the box. It felt soft and smooth upon your fingers, as you rubbed them against the material. You knew it was ribbon. Tied around the box you held in the palm of your hands.

“Alright. You can open them now,” he said in a low whisper. Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked down at the box in your hands. The box was small and fits in the palm of your hand. A big red ribbon was wrapped and tied in a big bow around the box, nearly covering the whole thing up.

“Go on and open it then,” he said. Grabbing one of the ends of the ribbon, you gently tugged and pulled the ribbon towards you. The ribbon untangled itself and fell off the box. Keeping the ribbon in your hand for right now, you slowly opened the lid of the box. Once it was opened, both of your eyes widened and a gasp escaped through your lips.

There sitting inside of the box, was the golden heart locket. It laid upon red satin cloth that was lined around the interior of the box. The metallic gold glittered and sparkled in the dim light, like the day you saw it in the window. A long, gold chain encircled the locket in the box, making it more breathtaking.

“You got this for me? How thoughtful of you.” You said, as tears welled up in your eyes and fell down your face.

“That’s not all. Open it,” he gestured to the locket. Picking up the locket, the metal felt cold and smooth against your fingers. At the edge of the locket in the middle was a small latch. Using the edge of your thumbnail, you carefully and slowly unhooked it from the small hook. Once it was free, you slowly opened the heart shaped object.

You felt your heart skip a beat or two when you looked at what was inside. Inside was a photo of Lucien and you at the beach last summer. It was from that photo booth you went to on the boardwalk. The two of you looked so happy together.

Still looking at the locket, you noticed small writing on the underside of the top. Looking closer at it, another gasp came out of your lips when you read it in a whisper.

It said: Together For Eternity, Never Apart From One Another.

More tears fell down, as you placed your hand over your mouth. “Oh Lucien,” you cried softly, “this is very sweet of you.” Lucien walked back over and hugged you again, placing kisses on top of your head. “I knew you would love it.”

“You went through all this trouble, to get me this,” you said softly in the crook of his neck. He chuckled lightly, “yes I did. I wanted to surprise you with it. You deserve this more than anything from me, other than my love for you.” He said, giving you another kiss on the head.

He did this for you and still has his love for you. He’ll never stop loving you if anything comes between you two.

After a few moments, he lifted his arms off and cupped both hands on your cheeks. “Come. Let me put that beautiful piece around your lovely neck,” he said, using his thumbs to wipe away stray tears from your beautiful (E/C) eyes. You slowly nodded your head yes.

You started walking over towards the mirror that hung near the entryway. Lucien followed behind you. Walking up to the mirror, you placed the box and ribbon onto the table that was beneath it. Lucien came up behind you, leaned over your shoulder, and picked up the locket’s chain with his slender fingers.

It took no time for him to unhook the clasp that held the chain together. After he unhooked it, he brushed your hair to one side so that he could put the locket on. You then picked your hair up with both hands to make it easier for him.

Lucien swung the chain around your neck and hooked the clasp back up, making sure it was safely secure on you. Letting go of your hair, it flowed back down over your shoulders and framing your face. Lucien then helped by combing his fingers through the strands to untangle them.

As the both of you look in the mirror, you couldn’t help yourself but admire the locket that now hung around your neck. The locket hung low and went past your collar bone. Your fingers hovered above the locket, as another stream of tears went down your cheeks.

Lucien snaked his arms around you, hugging from behind and rested his chin upon your shoulder. “So, do you love it (Y/N),” asking you softly. You nodded your head slowly. “Yes I do. Very much,” you said, as you looked at him in the mirror.

Lucien chuckled, “that’s very good to hear. I knew you would,” he said as he placed more kisses on your neck and jawline.

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bee2iinmybraiin · 2 months

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fanfiction authors notes are a gift

"OK SO ! I have some absolutely true and vital information for those Baldur's Gate Astarion fans out there. Some of you may be aware that some fans decided to research the etymology of Astarion’s name, and found that it was very close to the Ancient Greek name Asterion—which means ‘Little Star.’ Thus, fandom decides to latch onto this angsty beautiful meaning and extrapolate with tons of fanart and poetry and such.

But it’s more than that!!! and so much funnier!!!

I’m taking a lot of university courses about Ancient Greece, and in one of my classes I discovered this: “Cannabis went by a variety of names. In the first century CE, Dioscorides (1907-1914, Materia Medica 3.148) mentions kannabion (a diminutive form, “little cannabis,” “dear cannabis”), skhoenostrophion (“rope-twister”), and asterion (“little star”).”

TL;DR — the name Astarion is derivative of Asterion, which was code for WEED in Ancient Greece, because of the star shaped flowers. It's like the ancient equivalent of naming a child Mary Jane.

[Works Cited: Butrica, James L. “Chapter 4 The Medical Use of Cannabis Among the Greeks and Romans.” Essay. In Handbook of Cannabis Therapeutics From Bench to Bedside, 23. 10 Alice Street, Binghamton, NY: The Haworth Press, Inc., 2006.] -loarza" (Chapter 21)

#this fanfic is the funniest shit ive ever read. the authors are out of their minds. MORBIUS is a side character. he just shows up. read this #bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #eloise bridgerton #crossover #crossover fanfiction #a03 #a03 fanfic #a03 author #baldur's gate 3 astarion

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im-a-satanic-ritual · 4 months

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Story Promp!

Something happens and causes Loki not to time slip right. It send only his mind and not his whole body back to before the first Thor movie, and now he can’t time slip anymore. But he needs to get back to the TVA and his Mobius. So he tries to disrupt the sacred timeline and draw the tva’s attention. In doing so he sets in motion things that bring down Thanos and Loki is regarded as the universes saviour. But he doesn’t care about that he wants his Mobius and his friends back. So when simple disruption of the sacred timeline doesn’t work, he goes around causing extinction level events so that Silvie will come to him. And the world is confused and distraught. Why is their saviour killing hundreds of thousands and destroying worlds?! When he finally has decided it’s time to destroy Midgard, the Avengers have him in a chase where he runs into a single dad, JetSki salesman that takes his breath away. His Mobius. But not. But it’s better than nothing. But it’s not the same. But it can be a start. Loki can figure out how to bring forth Mobius’s memories. He just needs time. He’s willing to do what he has to to have his love friend back. And then he time slips back to the TVA to find out that all of this has been a test from God!Loki to make sure that his variant is good enough for HIS Mobius.

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reaperlight · 8 months

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[Written down immediately after waking up and edited somewhat for consistency and clarity]

I had a very cinematic detailed dream in which Eddie (and Venom) are working in a hospital as a nurse or emergency technician trainee under another name in another country and caught some shady goings on.

They see a patient was flat-lining but when trying to bring it to the attention of the hospital staff are told to ignore it.

It's too late to save the person but because this is all so shady Eddie takes a picture with their cellphone afterwards.

Eddie finds more shady goings on and takes more pictures.

Nurse, catching them doing it: I need to see your cell phone

Venom: Keep calm, play dumb.

Eddie: What phone?

Nurse, now with a gun: I wasn't asking

Assassins disguised as nurses tackle him.

Eddie escapes.

Nurse-assassin, impressed: Who are you, really?

Eddie: *[gives the boring fake name which he deliberately chose so people wouldn't look at them twice]*

Nurse assassin: Ewww, no thank you.

Eddie: Yeah you're not my type either

She shoots at him and he jumps out the window which is several stories up to escape and thanks to Venom sticks a superhero landing and keeps running.

***

They get to their car and find it's been obviously searched through.

The nurse-assassin and more mercenaries are chasing them

They get in the car even though they're afraid it might blow up or been tampered with.

There's a chase scene.

A metal song plays on the radio the singer screaming "sayonara you bad, bad boy" over and over to wailing electric guitars.

As they drive quickly and recklessly (and with assistance from tentacles when turning tight corners at high speeds) to lose their pursuers.

They drive until they think they've lost them.

After momentarily losing their pursuers...

Cleaning out the car of their few belongings they want to take with them and can fit in a backpack, checking them for bugs. Had to ditch the car, not only was it identifiable there might be a tracker in it.

Eddie sighing: You know we have to leave again. Start over somewhere else.

Venom: This was not my fault this time. I was good.

Eddie: I know, love. This is on me. I screwed up. Again.

Venom: I thought you did good Eddie. You tried to help someone. I'm very proud of you. Today we were a hero.

Eddie: Yeah right, I couldn't help anyone. Some hero.

Venom: You're MY hero.

They gather up their things, the car explodes behind them.

***

Eddie uploads the photos he took in the hospital to the Associated Press. He still might not know what all this was about but evidently these photos were worth trying to kill him over. He might not yet know the whole picture of what was going on but someone else might know who this is or be able to connect the dots. Also the Life Foundation was involved, even if they changed their name, and they were killing people so that was like obviously not good.

Eddie and Venom download their honeymoon photos and then ditch their old phone too in case they were tracking them that way.

***

Eddie was in his work scrubs when the chase began and has to quickly change into new clothes.

Venom takes the form of a black leather jacket with a white spider on the sleeve reminiscent of that spider-guy from that weird dream they had in Tiajuana. Venom hadn't liked the spider guy (which was weird, Eddie hadn't understood the vitriol since it was just some kid in a Halloween costume) but they had thought the design was kinda cool and they made their own version of it.

***

At some point temporarily getting captured by the bad guys and drugged but Venom is offsetting some of the effects.

Venom: Don't give them your name. Or our name.

Eddie: I know.

Venom: Don't use our friends' names either.

Eddie: I know.. Despite what you clearly think I am not a total idiot.

Interrogator, shouting: What is your name!

Eddie: ...It's Kasady. Cletus Kasady.

Venom: ...Eddie... I hate to tell you this but I think you ARE an idiot.

Eddie, intimidates his captors while Venom recovers. Stares at him unblinking, lowers his voice. Mimicking mannerisms from both Venom and Kasady to try and intimidate and throwing in a bad attempt at a southern accent which nearly ruins the effect.

Eddie: If you haven't heard of me you might wanna look me up. When I get out of here, and I will. I'm gonna. Eat. Your. Face. They will never find your body. And it's gonna be like total carnage.

The attempt at intimidation isn't as convincing as he would like initially because he sounds like he's bluffing until Venom makes a snarling sound in his throat which makes the interrogators stumble back.

Eddie: What are you doing?

Venom: Helping because I don't think they were falling for it.

They escape again...

Venom: So what exactly were you hoping to achieve by convincing them that you are a cannibalistic serial killer?

Eddie: In my defense I was drugged at the time and we couldn't exactly show all our cards then. I was just trying to get them to back off.

Venom: Yeah well I'd say that didn't work.. at all.

They believe he is Kasady now because that was so audacious that no one would believe he was lying.

Venom: I thought you had some sense knocking around in that grey matter of yours. And how do you plan to make them think we are Kasady when we already killed him?

Eddie: Well plastic surgery is a thing.

Venom: Eddie, no. You are not cutting your perfect face.

Eddie: ...I mean maybe they'll think Kasady faked his death and is running around with a new face... wait did you just say...?

Venom, embarrassed: ...Or maybe they'll just think you're an idiot!

Eddie, huffy: ...Parasite.

Venom: Take that back!

***

Feral Eddie takes down a couple of assassins by himself while Venom is still recovering/combating the effects of the drugs.

Eddie: Not bad for an idiot.

Venom: Of course, because you're MY idiot.

***

Meanwhile...

Cletus and Frances who were living an anonymous quiet life are none too pleased that they're names are back in the news.

Frances was alive under the bell, the stress and rage if the situation allowing her to consciously access her full psychic powers and telekinetically push it off (crushing the cops who come after them).

Frances hadn't been aware of it but she and Cletus had forged a psychic bond as children. Cletus was brought back to life by both Carnage (whose cells of which still remained in his corpse regrowing his head and Frances restoring his memories / personality. But he's not back a hundred percent. He didn't really remember the murders he was supposed to have committed but everyone but Carnage figures thats probably for the best.

He would prefer to live a peaceful life with his wife (and their companion) but of course would do it again if they took her again.

Later they come to Eddie's rescue.

After Eddie and Venom get caught and are being tortured.

They kill the room to save him

Carnage: I don't understand why you're bothering. They ate your head we should return the favor.

Cletus: Leave it.

Cletus: Eddie... oh Eddie. We tried to tell you but you never listened. That's okay... I guess you're learning now.

Eddie: ...What?

Frances tells them about Ravencroft and the camps.

Later...

Cletus: Eddie... we get it you don't wanna be pals but if you could keep our old name out of it in the future, that would be great. We would greatly appreciate it.

Carnage: If you hurt them again--

Cletus: Down girl.

***

As for the shady stuff going on at the hospital and the company formerly known as the Life Foundation, vampires are somehow involved--the expensive experimental drugs either turns the patient into a vampire or it kills them but either way flat-lining is a normal part of the procedure...

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gardens-light · 2 years

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Spend A Night With The Doctor

Content: Minor spoilers for 'Morbius 2022'. Fluff.

You and Michael Morbius has not only known, but also has worked for each other for a long time. Out of most people in his life, you've known his work towards a cure for himself has never been so important. But when it came to human-trails, and performing a cure on himself... You just can't shake off something is wrong...

The pain has never been this bad before. But hunching over your lab equipment and slouching in the chair probably didn't help. The slight touch of Morbius' hands shakily run over your back, somewhat relaxed you.

But the pressure he applied in the massage, was barely pressure. The knots and aches in your muscles still remained, as his trembling touch was too weak to apply any pressure. After a moment he stopped and leaned back into his white leather chair.

"How was that?"

You pulled your t-shirt back over your torso, and adjusted your lab coat. "A lot better. Thanks"

He scoffed with a slight smile, "bullshit. You're such a bad lair."

You returned his smile, "alright, so I'm still a little stiff. But it doesn't matter. It's your turn anyways."

"No, forget it. There's still much more work to do."

Sighing and ignoring him, you wheeled Morbius slightly out of reach from his desk. Pulling his lab coat off his shoulders slowly, allowing it to gather at his waist. Your fingers slipped underneath the collar of his loose shirt, and massaged his shoulders and neck with firm, but gentle pressure.

"You know- ugh! This is a waste of time-oh!"

Pulling your hands from underneath the collar, and reaching for the hem of his shirt. Slowly rolling your knuckles in a circular motion along his back, being careful of his fragile form.

"Overworking yourself wont achieve anything. I know you're hellhound on finding a cure, but working yourself to death isn't the way."

Morbius chuckled, "sometimes your positivity is more annoying than sweet-oh! Fuck!"

"And that sarcasm of yours isn't that charming either."

The doctor gently stretched, feeling his muscles relax a little and his bones click into place. While wheeling himself back to his desk.

"Better?" You asked with a smile, while looking over his shoulder.

"Always."

Martine walked in, frowning as she watched you hug Morbius from behind. You paid no attention to her, only watching Morbius fill viles with his new cure. Containing vampire-bat DNA. It passed the animal trials, therefore he was going to take his research to the next level.

"Don't do this" whispering your plea into his ear, "it's dangerous. Highly experimental. Don't forget illegal." You hugged him tighter, feeling his bony frame.

"Y/N. You of all people should know how important this is to me."

"I have a bad feeling about this, Morbius.-"

"Everything is ready, Michael."

You glanced up at Martine with a narrowed stare. Straightening your posture, while Morbius collected his equipment.

A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as Martine assisted him. Placing viles, containers. mixtures within a padded brief case. Computer work being saved onto a coded thumb-drive.

You grabbed Martine's hand, pulling her away from the desk. "If you cared about him, you wouldn't let him do this."

She scoffed at your plea, "if you cared about him! You'll understand why he needs to do this!"

"This is wrong. Something's not right"

"That's not your decision to make!"

Martine pushed you away, as she snatched the briefcase out of Morbius' hands. Allowing him to get a better grip on his crutches, which supported his weight, as he stood up.

"Ladies, I'm right here."

Morbius took a breath before looking at you. His course expression softening, as you gazed at him with a saddened face.

You knew more than anyone how important his research was. Throughout the years you've known him, you've watched this rare decease slowly kill him. Affecting his daily routine, despite how hard he pushed through.

But you just couldn't shake off this bad feeling in your gut. it twisted and turned your insides to a sickening point. Something was wrong.

Morbius could see that something plagued on your mind, reaching a unsteady hand towards your cheek. As Martine quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, attempting to support him better. He placed a gentle hand upon your cheek, stroking his thumb against your smooth skin.

"How about this? I'll leave with a promise." He cooed, "Not only to return better and cured. But we'll do anything you want! Go Anywhere!"

Placing a hand over his, trying to smile through the tears. "But we can do that now. Let's go to the movies. Go out for dinner. You're my best friend!... I don't want to lose you."

Martine turned up her nose and slowly pulled Morbius away from you. With a heavy heart, you watched them leave. Only to stand alone within the lab...

Two Days Later

"Police are baffled with today's mystery crime scene. Eight bodies dead, and one female in hospital in a stable condition. From a ship which drifted to shore. Reports say the victims were attacked and drained of their blood. More detail's at tonight's six o'clock news."

Coffee no longer settled your nerves. And the news certainly didn't help with the overthinking. You haven't heard, nor seen Morbius in days. You visited Martine in hospital, but she didn't shred any light on the situation.

At first, Martine didn't say much. Just simply complained about the hospital food, or changed the subject whenever you asked what happened. Sometimes she even remained completely silent. But soon, she refused visits and contact from you altogether. Doctor's refusing you entrance due to your last visit...

"Where is he?" your narrowed glare watched her eat some jelly, while Martine just complained about it. "What happened?"

"With private care and state of the art hospital. You'd think they'll provide better food."

Snatching the jelly tub from Martine, she finally met your stare. "Where is Morbius?!"

"I... don't know-"

"Bullshit! It's all over the news Martine! He's not at work, nor along the dead bodies!"

"I don't know where he is!"

"You should of listened to me! He's gone because of you!-"

"You're not a doctor! If he'd listened to you, he'll be dead because of it!"

Her remark hurt you more than you showed. Finally falling silent, Martine gazed at you. Her expression a mixture of sadness and annoyance. "Michael was in pain and dying every day!. Do you really think he cared about your love for him? Or did you believe he'll drop everything, thinking such a stupid thing could keep him going?."

Martine sat up, frowning as she snatched the jelly tub out of your hands. "Michael chose and wanted me! I was there during his important break through in his research!"

Tears rolled down your cheek, "and look what happened... He's missing and you're in hospital. I may not be a doctor, but all this could of been avoided, if you just listened..."

You shook the convocation out of your head, attempting to try and focus to get to work. Rain and wind swept through the streets, drenching your hair and face. The attempt of adjusting your fur-lined coat, and knitted scarf didn't do much. Droplets chilled you as they ran down the gap between your coat collar and skin. The only relief given, when you entered into the reception. Tapping your ID badge and showing it to the security guard.

Taking the lift to the third floor, sneaking through the halls which lead to Morbius' personal lab. Although you worked at the company, security only allowed you in, only if he was there. Y'know, Morbius being your boss and all.

Softly closing the glass doors as you quietly entered the lab. Strangely the soft white glow of the ceiling lights, lit up the labs- despite Morbius' absence. The bats continued to fly in their upward and downward, circular motion within their glass cylinder prison. Placing your bag upon his desk, what came to your sights confused you even more. Your eyes looking at the mess- knowing fair well it wasn't as the same as before. In fact, it wasn't even anything related to any of his medical research.

Instead, sketches of vampires from classic literature, multiple of opened books, exposing the lore of the creatures of the night.

"What... is this?" a mutter left you, as you picked up a piece of paper. Silently brief reading the 'Dracula' tale.

You were dumfounded and completely confused. "Who's been using Morbius' lab? And why this topic?.-"

"Y/N?"

A familiar voice froze you still. No... it can't be... You felt a gentle stare upon your back, and slow footsteps approaching you. Remaining frozen, the owner of the voice circled and faced you.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, the paper falling out of your hand, as your shocked stare fell onto the man which stood before you.

"Morbius?"

His gentle expression of concern gazed at you, while he remained speechless. Allowing you to process the view in front of you.

He stood steadily on his own two feet, not a wobble or quake in his legs. Morbius slouched a little-like he was somehow trying to make himself appear smaller. Less threatening? Maybe.

Although his button-up shirt was loose, you could still see the muscle definition that he certainly didn't have before. Anyone else would of mistaken him for a athlete in training. Even his hair seemed less greasy, as it was tied into a man-bun, with a few strains framing his face. You reached out to touch his face, Morbius welcomed your gentle touch and slightly leaned into your palm. He was warm, and had colour to his face.

Tears reached your watery eyes, "where have you been? I-I've been worried sick! Do you have any idea of how scared, and worried I've been?."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But right now, it isn't safe for you here.-"

"What?"

"You need to leave. Stay home!-"

"No!-"

"Y/N, please-"

You pulled away from him. Tears streaming down your face, as a frown remained on your lips. "What kind of apology is that? I've been lost and alone without you! Martine barely spoke, nor explained what happened! And on top, I see you for less than ten seconds, and I'm supposed to just leave?!."

Morbius bit his lip, "Y/N... I understand, and I'm so sorry to be the cause of your pain. And I promise I'll explain everything at another time. Please leave. It's not safe for you here!"

"No! I'm not going anywhere!-"

"I said leave!"

Taking another step backwards, as shock and fear flashed across your face. His brief expression of anger and twisted features, slowly relaxed as sadness washed over Morbius. He looked away from you, as he leaned on the desk. Your eyes widened as a realization hit you hard.

"You've become a vampire."

A heavy sigh left him, "yes... as I predicted my 'cure' worked. As you can see I'm fitter, stronger, healthier than I've ever been. But... as you predicted... something went wrong."

"This is the side effect.?"

Morbius nodded. "Including... the need to consume human blood. I've tried to get by on my artificial blood, but it only works for a few hours. And even that is dwindling."

He looked at you, "I am so sorry, Y/N. For everything. Not contacting you so you didn't worry, and leaving you scared. And worse of all... I'm sorry for not listening to you, when you tried to warn me. I should of taken you more seriously."

You sheepishly smiled, "well... I'm not a doctor, so... can't really make decisions based on 'gut feeling'.-"

Hurt softened his expression, "Did Martine say that to you?"

Your silence told him everything.

"Y/N. You are the most valuable person within this whole building! You may not be a doctor, but you're worth more than that to me! You're... important to me. Always have been."

Morbius cradled your face, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. "I-I'm... important to you? Then... why didn't you show it?"

"I don't want you to give your heart to a dying man, Y/N. Our lives together would of been short. And now... it hurts even more, cause I can't let you give your heart to a monster-"

You silenced him with a tender kiss. Arms slowly wrapping around his neck, as Morbius' hands slid down to your waist and cradled you in a gentle embrace.

Breaking apart from the slow passion of his lips against yours. You smiled sweetly, "I will always give my heart to you. No matter what you say. I'll never leave, nor stop loving you."

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v4guelyv4mpiric · 5 months

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michemil fans eat well today

this took just over 5 hours btw 🫠

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lis-likes-fics · 2 years

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Red Tears

Pairings: Michael Morbius x vampire!Reader Warnings: Death, blood, shock, panic, grief, idk, it’s angst. A/N: So this is inspired by another fic I wrote for another character a long time ago. I’m trying to try out more metaphorical writing, just playing with different styles, so this was more writing practice than anything else. Hope you enjoy, thank you! <3

Slow.

Heavy.

Deafening.

Those are the sounds surrounding you in a constant haze of regret and fear and sorrow. A constant reminder weighing on your feet like the anchors of a ship.

Slowly...tiny droplets fall from an unmoving hand. A hand that will never know another clap, another shake, or another snap.

Heavily...red tears drop to the floor with harsh plats. It feels as though tar was sluggishly sliding on your skin, coating you in a warm, weighted blanket on a hot summer day.

Deafeningly...you can feel the echo of the impact as drip after drip after aching drip, the sound bounces off the wall with the power of a millions bats fluttering around the room as their wings crash against the walls.

You shudder. Your body is entirely still, a statue carved against the wall for the inspiration of a troubled artist, a depressing muse weak for the benefit of her lover. The red tears continue to drop—slow, heavy, and deafening against your soul. You try to breathe, but the air falls short in your throat and lets out a choke that initiates a silent sob.

Your body slumps into itself, another round of shudders rushing through your body before going completely still. The cries stop again, finishing another episode of shocked tears. Once again, you remain in a shell, neither hollow nor full. You are stuck in an in-between state you could not begin to understand.

You stay like that for a long time...too long. The ticking of the clock, which would have been a great comfort, is overpowered by the beating of teardrops on the floor. You could not count the second with every tick, tick, tick. You are condemned to counting each drip, achingly slow and labored against the polished wood floor. Each drop, with so many seconds in between, gathers into one painfully anticipated tick of its own.

A door opens, another harsh scream against your sensitive ears. You move, head perking up like a cat who has heard sound for the first time although your face was reminiscent of a pup, wide eyes that glitter; although not in excitement or enthusiasm, but rather fear as you try to tuck yourself back into the wall to avoid being seen.

He smells the blood first. To any human, it would just be an overwhelming scent of metal and rust, an inescapable odor of copper. But as his twitching face shifts, the glorious perfume filled his senses and threw him off at first. It was a wonderful aroma, a fragrance that could not be replicated for human understanding. He sucked in a quick breath to ground himself before his face fell back to its human mask. Only after he is composed again does the thrumming of a terrified heart make his ears peak.

Like a howling wind, he rushes to you. As if you do not recognize him, you move away in a frenzy of fear. He tries to assure you, hands held out to you in hopes of being able to lay on you and calm your tensed body. "Shh," his voice delivers like a salve to a wound, but you wipe it off and continue to scurry. "It's alright, it's just me. Just breathe."

You refuse, words rushing from your lips like an overlapping of voices as unfinished words and phrases escape in a hurry. Carefully, he grabs your wrists. Your eyes fall to them and more panic ensues. He should not be here, you would hurt him. He would be hurt.

His hands shift to your own, holding the tear stained fingers like fine china, afraid that you would shatter in his hands if he were any stronger. He pulls the hood from his head for you to see his face clearer, and those icy blue eyes wash over you.

Against your own will, you begin to calm. Your heart slows and your body falls limp. His hands hold you, and you let them. Your eyes watch him, follow his gaze and his face as he stares back. You try to look back, to remind yourself why you were in such a panic, but his body remains in your line of sight. He refuses to remind you, blocks your view entirely. Even through the steady beating of his heart, his breath guiding yours, the frantic air around you...you can hear it.

Slow. Heavy. Deafening.

You squeeze your eyes shut, as if he would disappear and leave you alone in the room again with the lifeless, red tear stained body as punishment for your crime. But as your eyes open again, he is still there. You are still there. The dripping is not background music, but a centerpiece in a choir.

He has been so careful, making sure since the moment you first turned that you would not have to face the same flurry of emotion that came with the first kill, that first feeding. He has been so careful. He knew your reaction would have been similar to this, but it is even worse than he had feared. You have always been a gentle person with an even gentler heart. As he sees you now, his heart is breaking into a million different pieces the way you are.

He removes his jacket, he tears it from his body. He smooths the dark fabric over your hands, red tears smudge away until all that is left is the stain. As you look down at your hands, it is then you realize the tears are covering your clothes and the rest of your skin. Panic ensues. You move like fire tearing through a forest: quick and desperate with an insatiable hunger to be resolved.

He grabs your chin with gentle hands, a whisper of a touch. You look at him and already you feel your breath evening out again. You stare, the oceans in his eyes providing a calming crash of waves to soak yourself in. When you are grounded enough, you will yourself to open your mouth and speak, a comprehensible word finally falling from your lips to communicate.

"Michael," you whisper. He nods gently, hands moving to your cup your face as his thumbs stroke your soft cheeks. He offers a smile as your hands come to wrap around his wrists, a grip on the here and now to distract you from the lifeless corpse only a few feet away from you.

"Yeah, it's me." He avoids looking behind him at the body again, keeping his eyes glued to you to keep you gently in your calmed haze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone. I should've known better."

You move away from the wall and push yourself into him, arms coming to wrap around his body like a snake around its prey. You bury your head in his chest, completely shielding you from the world. His arms pull you into him, holding you as he stands to his feet. He carries you away to the safety of your bedroom, away from the lifeless corpse lying on the table in the living room.

As he sets you on the bed and turns to clean up the mess, you stop him all too suddenly, all too afraid. Your eyes are pleading and your fingers are clasping around his sleeveless arm like a vice. He could see your bottom lip quivering—you were once again on the verge of irrepressible tears—as you let out a whispered cry of a favor. "Please don't go."

Michael is at war in his head between giving into you or going to clean up the aftermath of your recent bloodlust. You will be smelling it the whole time if he does not go to take care of it, but to leave you alone would only make matters worse. If you are pleading so much right now simply for his presence, you will be so much worse if he leaves you for any measure of time you deem too long—which would probably be a few seconds, given the state of you.

"Please," you try again when he does not move. "I don't want to do it again..." Your voice trails off and the water along your eyes begins to stream over your cheeks. He moves back to your side, one hand still cupping your cheek as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. Your voice is thick with fear and sorrow as you try to speak through the huge lump in your throat. "The tears are– everywhere. I can't– I can't take the crying. I can't–!"

At first, Michael is confused by the word you choose– tears. He does not have to wonder too much before he comes up with the answer to your choice. The reality of everything has not quite hit you at full force yet, you are still in shock. To try to put it into terms that your panicked mind could understand—a way you could cope—you refer to the blood as tears. You could handle crying a lot easier than killing.

Michael intertwines his fingers in locks of your hair, pulling you closer for comfort as he nods and shushes you gently. "It's okay, I'll fix it. There will be no more tears, as long as you let me go for a little bit to clean it up."

You only hold him tighter, burying your face further into him as you inhale his scent. He smells of fresh rain and mist in a grassy field, that kind of smell that is almost impossible to replicate unless you are living in that moment as it happens. His scent washes over you, surrounding you in a cool blanket to soothe your burning skin. You are already calming tremendously, body relaxing against him as he holds you, rocking very slightly.

Your eyes begin to droop and your weight leans further on him for support as you calm. It is another few minutes before Michael lets out a soft breath, your steady heart and breathing reassuring him that you have passed out from your emotional exhaustion. He very slowly sets you down on the bed, wrapping blankets around you that were coated in his scent. He presses his lips to your forehead and very reluctantly leaves you to clean up the apartment so you do not awake in another panic of your previous mishap.

He is back before you even think to stir, his body presses against your own as he just pulls you closer. As you wake up, you feel hazy and heavy, your exhaustion still heavy in your head. Before you can really come to and begin to question everything in a frantic quest to recount recent crimes, he kisses you gently. Although the kiss is soft, it consumes you entirely in a velvety blanket of warmth. Your heart skips a beat, but remains slow and steady as you look up at him through sleep-laced eyes.

"What...?" Before you can finish your question, or even try to think of the question you want to ask, Michael just shakes his head and gives a gentle shush. "Just sleep, my love... There's nothing for you to worry about right now. Just sleep," he bids softly. His voice is so soft and gentle that you have no choice but to obey. It appeals to that sleepy part of you, that little crevice that yearns to forget everything that does not pertain to him and your happiness with him.

So you simply give a weak nod and lean back down with your head against the pillow. His thumbs brushes against your cheek and he keeps you calm as you try to force your eyes to stay open so you can gaze into his own. You lose that battle rather quickly, though, as you slip into another long sleep. Michael holds you, intent on keeping you in as much peace for as long as possible for the few hours to come. Until he has to usher you into the aftermath of death, he will keep you wrapped in love and warmth and comfort for as long as possible.

He kisses your forehead again before allowing himself to fall asleep next to you.

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pluralzalpha · 9 months

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Books One and Two of Forgotten Lives are being reprinted as a one-off paperback!

If you missed these the first time round, this is a great opportunity to get a buttload of DW stories. It'll only go to print if there are sufficient orders to make it practical, so if you're on the fence, go for it.

#doctor who #forgotten lives obverse #morbius doctors #fanfic

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kitausuret · 2 years

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I think my favorite kind of comics-based fanfics are the ones where you can tell the writer went into it with at least 200 issues of whatever they're writing behind them because they have a lot of good characterization and reference to multiple events in canon and tons of knowledge

but they have very obviously cherry picked what they did and didn't like to create the story THEY want to see the whole time I'm reading with tears streaming down my face yelling "yes.... YES!!!" because they're so galaxy brained for that

#fanfic #kita talks writing #actually it was one specific symbiot3 piece #that literally just had background married PeterMJ for no reason except that the author could #it was so fucking good it also had Felicia/Odessa #and Morbius chilling with Venom for no reason except why the hell not #i can't even you guys it makes me so happy

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heresmyfiddlestick · 2 months

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A solid year and a half after I posted the last chapter, I have now posted the 3rd of 4 chapters of my Robert Banks Stewart Morbius Doctor fanfic!

#doctor who #morbius doctors #robert banks stewart doctor #second doctor #doctor who fanfic #dw fanfic

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mad4morbius · 10 months

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My Morbius Fanfic recs!

Keep in mind that the pickings are very, very slim, especially when it comes to non-xreader fics or non-movie fics. It’s genuinely impossible to find fanfics that actually dare to use readable grammar so my bar is kind of low for contenders. Sorry, but pickings are too slim to worry about long fics. In addition, I will not be putting explicit NSFW fanfics in this recommendations list, however, some might have innuendos and little spicy jokes here and there. Now, on with the list!

One of the first Morbius fanfics I ever read. Always a top tier read and character analysis.

I so wish I could have this as a mini-comic. It’s like Morbius’ own dumpster fire of a life as a short fanfic, and I live for it.

“This right here is my favorite thing ever, in the history of forever. I think about this every day. I think about this all night long. I stay awake not sleeping because I’m thinking about this.”

–Markiplier.

This quote takes the words right out of my mouth. A god tier work that I reread so often I’ve got every story beat memorized, and yet it still hits me in the feels every time I read it.

The singular scrap of written She-Hulk and Morbius content outside of the 80’s, and I thank the heavens above every day that it’s digestible content.

I’m addicted to this ship because everything about Venom: The Enemy Within was so homosexual and I absolutely needed more. This fic filled a hole in my poor heart. I normally don’t really read ship fics, but holy hell, this was great. I don’t even care that it’s just a bunch of ficlets mashed together; I love it.

These are technically the same fanfiction, but some parts are different. I recommend reading the first chapter of the FF.net version instead of the AO3 version, and then go back to AO3 until the formatting gets jank (you’ll know what I mean when you read it). This fic also hasn’t been updated in years, so just expect a cliffhanger. Why am I recommending this if this has so many issues? Despite the formatting problems and typos, it’s a pretty good continuation. Plus, it’s long. I also really like Max Modell and Morbius interactions, and this is the only fic on the planet I’ve seen that covers it. It’s also got really heavy angst, and lord knows I love the sinking feeling I get in my chest when I read good angst (I may or may not be a bit crazy).

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That’s all for now! Sorry this list isn’t very long as pickings are slim. Regardless, I hope you guys found something to enjoy, and for my older Morbius fans, something to go back and reread. I’m still searching the depths of tumblr for fanfics, so if I see anything of interest, I might make a part 2. Who knows!

#morbius #michael morbius #morbius the living vampire #reading list #fanfic list

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animusignus · 2 years

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That moment when you are watching Morbius, not really paying attention, and then instead of hearing "We are close, Milo" you hear "We are close, my love"....

But then you go to AO3 and ...

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dead-angel-of-discord · 3 months

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The Living Walker

so I found out that the Blade movie is coming out next year (or that's what I've seen). I'm quite happy with that and at the same time a little scared of what will come out. At least I can say that this news led me to remember my obsession with my favorite Marvel character.

Anyway, Morbius is another character I really like. It's kind of sad since because of the movie it's turned into a dead meme, absurd and a little annoying from time to time. In fact, Morbius in the comics is very interesting and throughout his appearances he has had designs that I really liked. What can I say? I like that human Greek bat. (Because it's not real vampire after all)

Somehow I've shipped these two forever. For the first time I think I have a ship that at least makes some sense. Because Eric and Michael have seen each other several times, both as enemies and as allies.

I've been thinking about a fanfic for them since I was simply disappointed when I couldn't find anything (by the way, if you find something... could you be so kind as to tell me?) so I had to think of too many comics to come up with a version of both which I can write about.

I just came to the conclusion that I like to see them and imagine them as their movie versions (sorry, I know the Morbius movie was shit, but I can't get that face out of my head) only of course, adding the history of the comics to each one, or at least almost the entire story in a somewhat ambiguous way.

In itself, the story of both goes linearly like in the comics until reaching the part in which Morbius meets the Nightstalkers (From there, I change things a little so that the fanfic has place and some sense).

In that encounter, Michael bites Eric, transforming him into the Day Walker. After a while, Michael decides to take refuge in the sewers of New York, joining the underground community that feeds him innocent people without him knowing. After he realizes what happened, he falls into a very serious state of depression, in addition to his blackouts and attacks of anger due to bloodlust being very frequent, unbalancing his mental health.

As he sneaks into the shadows feeling totally miserable, he encounters Blade again, who for some reason now wants to kill him... and from there, clearly, the story of the fanfic begins. It's kind of silly, but I guess it would be something fun to write at the same time.

Silly thing that won't amount to anything, but man, these two are just dynamite...

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #marvel characters #blade #blade marvel #eric brooks #eric brooks x michael morbius #Morbius marvel #morbius #michael morbius #vampires #fanfic writing #this is so stupid #ship #i ship them

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ink-and-blood-goddess · 4 months

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Happy New Year 2024

Hello everybody and Happy New Year 2024

First off, I'd like to apologize to those who requested over two years ago and last year for not getting to their requests done, as I got to deal with my job and family life on a daily basis. However, that'll all change for the New Year. I've got a lot of catching up to do, so please be patient.

Secondly, I've changed my blog name to something more appropriate since the first name didn't sound right to me.

Third, I'm going to start writing fanfic series for the first time. It's my first time writing a fanfic series since I started this blog two years ago, so I wanted to do something different this year.

Lastly, I'm going to be doing fanfic masterlists for better navigation on my blog to find them more easier to look up. My inbox for requests is still closed, but my DM (Direct Message) board is still open for requests 24/7. I am going to be doing one or two character requests lists for this year, but I'm still planning that out.

So let's make 2024 the best year for fanfiction and for fanfiction writers :D

SIDE NOTE: As as BIG heads up, I'm finally getting back to writing part II of The Gentle Giant and I'll have that out when I've got the time to finish it...

Upcoming Fanfic Requests for 2024:

First Time

Secret Lovers

The Lovers of Ammit

Doctor’s Notes

Birth of a Miracle

Within His Grasp

Getting Under His Skin

Heroic Savior

In-Between The Sheets

Lucien Crown x OFC

Harry Osborn NSFW Headcanons

In Between the Bloodshed

Different

Vaako x Reader One Shot

Just a Little Bit

Speechless Angel

Our Plus Sized Wonder

A Birthday Surprise

A Different Kind of Angel

Star Shaped Freckles

The Beauty and the Serpent

Feral Elf

In the Heat of the Moment

Mine to Keep

Hide and Seek Little Lamb

Don't Be Afraid Little Mouse

His Companion

Upcoming Fanfic Series for 2024:

My Dark King (Vampire!Vaako x Female Reader)

The Dark of You (Riddick x Female Reader)

The Beauty Underneath (Raoul x Deformed!Female Reader)

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