#The Chronicles of Nick

[the-guild-codex-and-other-things]

Incorrect Chronicles of Nick Quotes

Nick: Caleb... Caleb: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

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Zavid: You have friends and I envy that. Nick: You're welcome to share my friends. Zavid: *looks at Mark and Bubba* Zavid: I don't want those.

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Mark: You need to stop swearing so much. Bubba: Shut the fuck up. Mark: Yeah, that's not how you do it. Bubba: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. Mark: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. Bubba: Shit the beep up. Mark: Bubba: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

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Bubba: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? Nick: No. Caleb: No. Bubba: Didn't think so.

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Bubba & Nick: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire* Bubba: We need an adult! Nick: Bubba, you are an adult! Bubba: We need an adultier adult! Get Cherise!

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Nick: Can I ask a dumb question? Caleb: Better than anyone I know.

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Nick: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Mark: *slowly pushes a cannon into a 17th century bank* Okay everyone, be cool. This is a robbery.

[xxxforgottenfablexxx]

All of the books I ordered (written by my two favorite authors) came in today. Looks like I got a lot of reading to do. So excited to dive right into these!

[hotpotrandomfics]

Rant on the Underrated: The Chronicles of Nick

To begin this small rant, the book series written by Sherrilyn Kenyon is one of those series I enjoyed deeply in my mid to late teens and feel it is underrated. The Chronicles of Nick of is one of those series I personally feel it should have either a bigger following not simply because of how it is written but the manner of the topics of the series. From the use of multiple forms of religious lore and intertwining them into a means of allowing the world to come to life and that anything is possible. 

Though a bit mature in some aspects, I do hope that more readers find it and delve into its world as it does not simply give a person an underdog story turned power fantasy but it does allow a reader to start to follow a rabbit hole in darker themes. Granted, I am biased from nostalgia however it does not take away from Ms. Kenyon work as her series doesn’t simply have books aimed at the series but additional works like manga and comics of the side characters that surround the main character of the Chronicles of Nick. 

If you want modern fantasy with dark themes and to be flooded by anticipation then I recommend it. There is so little showed in fandom of what I’ve seen and it may not get big as PJO or Harry Potter but if someone feels as if they were an underdog or an outcast this series will make you feel as if you’re not alone despite the pain of the worlds.

[completeoveranalysis]

[6]

ADULT SAKURA FACE REVEAL!!!!

FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERY SINGLE OTHER TIME THIS WAS HIDDEN FROM US DELIBERATELY 

BUT NOW THAT CLAMP ARE FINALLY DOING THEIR REVEAL WE CAN FINALLY SEE WHAT LAVA LAMP AND WATANUKI’S PARENTS ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE 

INCREDIBLE!

Also IT LOOKS LIKE WE’RE ALSO CLOSING THE LOOP ON WHAT YUUKO SAID, WHEN SHE SAID SHE RECEIVED THE STAR WAND AS A TRADE FROM WATANUKI’S PARENTS

LIKE, TECHNICALLY CORRECT. Deliberately misleading but TECHNICALLY CORRECT

SHE DID RECEIVE THE ACTUAL CARDCAPTOR SAKURA WAND, FROM SAKURA, THE MOTHER OF WATANUKI - BUT THAT SAKURA ACTUALLY RECEIVED IT FROM CARDCAPTOR SAKURA FIRST

That explains a lot.

[jaxlightstairs]

"Hey thomas lightwood on my dash... oh wait it's kit connor 😯" really, this happens all the time

[keanu-reeves]

[incorrect-legendborn-quotes]

*when Bree first joined the order*

Nick: Is there anything I can get for you? Something to drink? Some tea?

Bree: I don’t want tea. I want to find the person who murdered my mom, and I want to know why they murdered her in the first place, and I want to kill them.

Nick: Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.

[wellgoslowly]

me about to go to bed knowing damn well that my life is gonna be fundamentally changed by heartstopper season 2 tmrw

[scenesandscreens]

The Chronicles of Riddick (2004)

Director - David Twohy, Cinematography - Hugh Johnson

"You keep what you kill."

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[6]

BACK IN THE PRESENT Watanuki partially answers his own question by recognising that they aren’t all the same people. 

And he might have just been thinking the word “different” to end that sentence, but maybe some part of him recognises the way Sakura is smiling at him?

Maybe Body Memory?

Even just the thought of that makes me unreasonably emotional

SHUT UP THEY DID NOT

THEY DID NOT DO THAT TO ME

EXCUSE ME I’M CRYING IN THE CLUB

[archersgoon]

inter sacrum saxumque stare

[tngrace]

Chapter 3

Hope 31..... nough said 🤭 😭 This one hurts... but man did I have fun writing this chapter and the next. I also figured out how I'm going to write the last chapter this week so hopefully in the next two weeks I'll get it written. and then it'll be on to part two. Hope yall enjoy and Happy Easter weekend.

A03 ; Tumblr Masterlists: Main, Mav Chronicles

The weekend is fun and relaxing and just what they needed. Watching Pete with Bradley is a true treat and makes Tom wish for things he knows will probably never be. They head into Monday morning refreshed and ready to go, none of them realizing what’s to come.

The second hop of the day is intense, Mav and Ice going up against each other, essentially sealing the winner of the trophy. Though neither of them really care at this point, would be happy for the other, they’re both still very competitive and determined to win. They go back and forth for the kill, their voices getting more intense and annoyed the longer it goes, more argumentative and impatient. But neither expected the jet wash or the flat spin. 

“Mayday! Mayday! Mav’s in trouble. He’s in a flat spin. He’s heading out to sea!” His voice is calm and controlled but there’s a slight tremor there as he watches. 

He and Slider see the two parachutes, but they know something’s wrong. He circles over head, refusing to leave, even when Jester orders them back. 

“Ice,” Slider says after ten minutes of circling, watching Mav and Goose in the water. 

“I’m not leaving. We don’t know how long search and rescue will take to get here. They’ll need the coordinates as Mav floats.” 

Slider doesn’t push. They both had seen how Goose had hit the canopy, how his body floated listlessly down, how Mav had pulled him into his arms and Goose still didn’t move. Ice keeps circling, and ever so often it looks like Mav looks up at them, but they can’t be sure. 

“Ice, Slider, back to base. SAR is two minutes out.” Viper’s voice is firm over their radio, and finally Ice acknowledges and turns them towards base. He doesn’t say a word on the return flight, leaving Slider worried. 

Mike's heart is in his throat when he hears the mayday call come in. He dispatches search and rescue immediately and grips his hands in tight fists as he waits. He hears Jester order Ice and Slider back to base, but he still doesn't move. He wants to be a dad in this moment but he can't. He has to be a Commander and it's killing him. 

He sees Jester’s plane land, and he takes a deep breath, and then another one. He dials Carrie; "Metcalf's," she answers. 

"I'm going to be late." He doesn't know what else to say without breaking down, but he has to tell her. 

"Mike? What's wrong?" 

"There…." He cuts off, choking back a sob. He breathes deep before he continues. "There was an accident during training. I'll be at the base hospital most of the night." 

"Is everyone ok?"

"I don't know yet. I just…. Waiting on SAR right now. I…"

"Mike?"

"It was Pete," he breathes. He hears her breath catch and he'd love nothing more than to hug her. "I…. I can't go there as…. And you can't…"

"Mike. You call me the minute you lay eyes on him! You hear me? I have to know…" He can hear the hysteria in her voice and he’d love to let her come check on Pete for herself, but he knows they can’t. 

"I will… I will… I just… I have to be detached and I just…"

"I know. Just breathe. You can do this. But you let me know our boy's ok."

He takes another ten deep breaths after hanging up. When he sees that Ice and Slider still haven’t landed, he orders them back to base as well. He’s not sure what is going on with Tom and Pete, but he knows it’s something. Once he sees their plane heading for the landing strip, he pulls himself together and heads to the hangar where he knows the class will have gathered. “You’re dismissed for the day. SAR will take them straight to the base hospital and we’ll let you know when there’s an update.” 

“Can we wait there?” Wolf asks.

“Of course. But you might be waiting a while.” He takes in all their faces and knows he’ll be seeing them all at the hospital. “Dismissed.” 

They scatter, and Mike rakes his hand through his hair. He’d kill for one of Rick’s cigarettes at that moment, but he knows the hospital won’t allow him to have it inside anyways. He makes the trek over, bracing for the worst while hoping for the best. He’s not sure what he’ll do if something happened to his own kid under his watch. 

A nurse greets him as soon as he enters; “Sir.” He gives her a nod to continue because he’s not sure if he can speak right now. “Lieutenant Mitchell is going to be fine. He has some severe bruising, mild concussion and is currently in shock, but overall he will make a full recovery.” 

Mike blows out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “And Bradshaw?” 

The nurse stops their trek down the hall and Mike tenses once more. “I’m sorry Sir. Lieutenant Bradshaw didn’t make it. His neck was broken and likely died upon impact, we assume he hit the canopy. Lieutenant Mitchell hasn’t offered up any details on what happened as of yet, so the doctor is just making assumptions.” 

“Has Bradshaw’s wife been informed?” 

“Not yet, no. We were waiting to see who you wanted to designate to do that.” 

“I’ll handle it,” Mike decides. “Can I see Mitchell?” 

“Of course. Right this way.” She shows him to Pete’s room, and Mike pauses, gathering the strength to push the door open. When he does, he feels the breath knocked out of him once more. Pete looks so small in the bed, eyes closed, but Mike knows he’s not asleep. 

The nurse leaves him with it, and Mike quietly closes the door behind him. Pete’s eyes snap open at the sound of the door closing, and when they meet Mike’s, he quickly turns his head the other way. 

He pulls up a chair beside the bed, and tentatively reaches out for Pete’s hand that has an IV in it. He can see where Pete has picked at the tape around it, and it brings a small smile to his face as he smooths it back out. Some things with his kid will never change, he thinks. “Pete?” 

Pete turns his head back towards him, tears shining in his eyes, but he keeps them from falling. 

“I’m not going to ask you if you’re ok because I know you’re not.” He pauses as he watches Pete just staring at him. “I told mom. She’d be here if she could, you know.” 

“I know,” he croaks in a whisper. 

Mike squeezes his hand tighter once more. “You’re not ok right now, but you will be…. You will be.” 

Pete turns away again and Mike sighs. “We have to be even more careful now, so this is the only time I can offer you any form of comfort kiddo. There’s going to be an inquiry; they’ll let me know the date tomorrow.” Pete still won’t meet his eyes and Mike feels like they’re back at day one when they brought home a scared nine year old that didn’t trust them. “Pete? You know I love you son. But I need you to know that right now and for the next however long it takes to get the brass off our backs, I can’t be ‘dad’. No matter how bad I want to be.” 

Pete gives him a tentative nod, and Mike can’t resist any longer. He leans over and pulls Pete into his arms, into his chest. He resists at first, but the first hint of Mike’s cologne and Pete breaks. The sobs break Mike’s heart even more, and he just holds him. He murmurs soft innate words of comfort as his son breaks in his arms. It takes several, several long minutes before Pete starts settling, his sobs turning to quiet sniffles, before he eventually just goes silent. 

Mike softly strokes his back as he keeps holding him. “I’ll try to sneak mom in after hours ok?” 

He knows Carrie isn’t going to rest with just his reassurance that Pete is ok, and he knows Pete really needs her at this moment. Pete gives a small nod before his whispered words destroy what is left of his broken heart. “Just don’t get in trouble for me.” 

Mike pulls Pete’s head off his chest and stares into Pete’s eyes. “We’d do anything for you and you know it kiddo. If it comes down to a choice between you and the Navy…” Pete tries to interrupt him, but Mike just keeps talking. “If it does, I’m choosing you every time kiddo. Every. Single. Time.” 

“Mike…” 

“I mean it Pete. You are my son, my kid, and if the Navy doesn’t like it, they can go fuck themselves. You matter Pete. I love you son.” 

“Love you too dad,” he whispers as he falls back into Mike’s chest. 

Mike lets out a deep breath at that. Pete isn’t ok, but he’ll make sure he is, no matter what he has to do. 

After several minutes of letting Pete resettle he has the horrible task of making Pete recount what happened. It’s the most detached he’s ever heard his kid, and it strengthens his resolve to sneak Carrie in to see him later. Once he’s sure he has everything Pete can recall, he squeezes his hand once more. “Try to get some rest. I can keep the others out if you want?” 

“Na. It’s fine. I’m sure they need to see with their eyes I’m fine. Especially Ice and Slider.” 

“Alright. I’ll let them know.” He leans close in case anyone can hear; “I’ll get mom in here later. That’s a promise.” 

Pete gives him a weak nod. They both know what a risk it is, but he’d do it over and over for Pete. He gives him a nod and then heads for the door, with one glance back at his son. 

Mike’s not surprised to find the six aviators waiting in the waiting room. They all jump up as soon as they see him, and Mike pulls himself together. “Mitchell is going to be fine. Some bruises that will heal in time and a mild concussion. He’ll be discharged tomorrow.” 

He sees a small relief flow through the group, and he knows what he says next will cause it to vanish. 

“Bradshaw on the other hand, is… dead. Broke his neck on the canopy as soon as he hit. I’m going to inform his wife now.” 

The six aviators before him are deathly quiet, grief written across all their faces. 

“Can we see Mav?” Wolfe finally breaks the silence. 

Mike gives them a nod. “He’s pretty detached, still in shock. He’s resting, but he said it would be fine for all of you to visit. Probably do him some good to not be alone right now. Classes are dismissed for the rest of the week. When arrangements have been made, you’ll be the first to know.” He gives them a nod of dismissal and takes his leave. 

The six aviators scurry down the hall to Mav’s room. Wolf and Wood are through the door first, just barely squeezing in before Chipper and Sunny. Ice stands at the door for a long moment just breathing, trying to prepare, and Slider waits with him squeezing his shoulder. Tom wants nothing more than to race in and scoop Pete into his arms, but he knows he can’t. Once he lays eyes on his boyfriend, who’s barely engaging with the other four, he leans in the corner just watching. He can see Pete’s eyes trail over to him ever so often, and he finally sees when Slider realizes they need to go. Tom gives him a nod of thanks, and promises to get back to their base housing later, before Ron turns and ushers everyone out. 

Once he’s sure they’re gone, he walks over and settles on the side of Pete’s bed. His hand ghosts over Pete’s forehead, brushing the hair back. “Hey,” he whispers. 

Pete can’t speak, too choked up holding back tears. 

“Come here,” Tom whispers, easing down and helping Pete sit up some and lean into his arms. He holds him as tight as he dares, knowing under the gown Pete will be covered in bruises too painful to be held too tight. “I’m so sorry,” Tom whispers over and over as Pete sobs in his arms. He finally exhausts himself even more, and Tom can feel him drift off. He eases Pete back to the bed and covers him up. He sits and watches him sleep, knowing the coming days, weeks, and months are going to be hell, and wonders if Pete will blame him, wonders if this will be the end of them. Once Pete is deep asleep, Tom takes his leave, knowing he can’t stay any longer without them being found out. 

After talking with Carole, he finally makes it home; it’s late enough he knows he’ll just be leaving as soon as he’s through the door though. Carrie is waiting on him at the door just as he suspected, and he pulls her into his arms. “He’s going to be ok. Just some bruising and a mild concussion. He was still in shock earlier. I…” He feels her squeeze him tighter and he lets out a soft sigh. “I promised to sneak you in. He needs you.” 

“Do we tell the girls?” 

“Not yet. Sneaking you in is going to be hard enough. I don’t need Catherine leaving Cynthia and banging down the hospital door or Jamie freaking out.” 

Carrie gives him a soft huff of a laugh. “Alright. Let me get my purse and we can go.” 

Once at the hospital, Mike nods to the night nurses, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t see any of the class in the waiting room, and assuming they’re not still with Pete, they should be at home. He stops right outside Pete’s room and tries to listen for any voices, but doesn’t hear any. He pushes the door open just a hair, and sees it empty, Pete just lying in the bed staring off into space. 

He turns back and gives Carrie a nod, before pushing the door open further for her to slip past him. He closes the door behind them, but stays near it, so he can run interference if anyone comes to it. As soon as she’s by his side, she sits on the side of the bed and pulls Pete into her arms. 

“Mom,” he cries as he clings to her, and it breaks Mike’s heart even more. Carrie just hugs him tight, her hand running up and down his back and into his hair. 

When Pete has finally exhausted himself of tears, he whispers “I killed him,” effectively tearing both his parents’ hearts out. 

Mike moves across the room at that statement, joining Carrie on the side of the bed. He eases Pete back from her hold and cradles his face. “Look at me son.” 

Pete slowly meets his eyes, unable to ignore the firm demand in Mike’s voice. “You did not kill Nick. You did not kill him. You hear me?” 

“I did though. He was my RIO, my responsibility.” 

“Pete…” 

Carrie cuts him off though, knowing that Pete isn’t going to believe a word of any argument at the moment. She cradles Pete’s cheek and kisses his forehead. “You need to get some sleep sweetheart.” 

“Don’t think I can,” he sighs. He knows he’d fallen asleep on Tom, but it doesn’t feel like he slept long at all before a nightmare gripped him. When he’d woken and been alone, he laid there staring off into space, knowing sleep would be hard to come by. 

“Try. We’ll stay til you’re asleep,” she promises. 

She gets him to ease back against the bed, and softly runs her fingers through his hair. It’s the fastest way to settle Pete; they'd learned the first time the kid hadn’t gotten sick after coming to live with them. She keeps it up until his eyes drift, and even after until he’s deep asleep. 

“He’s going to be ok,” Mike reassures her as they watch him sleep for a few more minutes. They don’t linger long though, despite Carrie wanting to stay.

The next morning, the inquiry information is waiting on Mike the minute he steps on base. He goes through Mav’s file one more time to make sure nothing of their connection is hidden in there, even though he knows the file like the back of his hand. When he’s sure everything is good, he makes the trek over to the base hospital to deliver the news about the inquiry. From here on he knows everything has to be above board until the brass is done sniffing around. 

When he walks into Pete’s room, he’s surprised to see him not there. He has a moment of panic before one of the nurses points him towards the bathroom down the hall. He gives her a nod and heads in. Mav is leaning heavily on the sink, but he somehow managed to shave. Mike catalogs the bruising along his chest and shoulders from his harness that he wasn’t able to see yesterday because of the gown. He knows there’s probably some along his thighs as well, he just can’t see them. He wants so badly to pull his kid into his arms and never let go, but they also have more eyes on them now more than ever. He just has to be careful, not show emotion or favoritism, he keeps reminding himself, and they’ll get through this. He calls on all his years in the service to keep it together as he meets his kids' eyes. He doesn’t like what he sees; Pete’s eyes have always been alive and full of mischief. They always shine and sparkle so bright. But right now, they are dead, lifeless, emotionless, same as yesterday.”How you doing?” he manages to ask.

“I’m alright.” It’s rough and so much quieter than Pete normally talks it throws Mike for a minute. He spins and meets Pete’s eyes in the mirror trying to portray that he has to be a Commander at the moment. 

“Goose is dead.” Internally he winces at how straightforward and harsh he has to be, and he knows the minute Carrie finds out, she is going to be livid. But they all knew when Pete joined up, that a time like this might come, and Pete told him then, as a bright eyed eighteen year old, that he’d never hold it against him. 

“I know.” His eyes drop back to the sink, hand splashing more water onto his face, and Mike can see he’s barely holding it together. He wants to tell him to come home with him, let Carrie mother him to death, but he bites it all back. Seeing her last night is going to have to be enough for now. Pete runs another hand over his face, and takes some deep breaths. Mike recalls words one of his former COs told him after Duke died. At the time he hated it, and he knows Pete is going to hate being told the same thing, but he needs to say it. “You fly jets long enough, something like this happens.” 

“He was my RIO, my responsibility!” It’s an echo of his statement last night and Mike knows the guilt is eating him alive. He knows he’s going to have to work hard to get Pete to let it go, if that will even be possible. He knows Goose was like a brother to him; that Carole and Goose both welcomed Pete into their family. But he can’t see his kid drown in grief, not if he can help it. 

“In my squadron in Vietnam, we lost eight of eighteen aircraft. Ten men. First one dies, you die too. But there will be others. You can count on it. You gotta let him go.” His hand touches his side, draws across his back, offering as much comforting touch as he can in that moment. “You gotta let him go.”  He knows it's harsh, hates the words coming out of his own mouth, but as a Commander, it’s what you’re supposed to say. 

Pete’s eyes are hard as they stare at him despite being red rimmed, but Mike does his best to let it roll off his back. “Your inquiry hearing is scheduled for two days from now at 0800. Jester and I will be there. I don’t see any reasons why you won’t be cleared and can return to finish the program before graduation.” 

Pete doesn’t say anything and won’t meet his eyes again. He walks away even though it kills him too. He passes Tom in the parking lot and he knows he was right about something going on between the two. He gives the Lieutenant a nod, wants to pull him to the side and threaten him if he so much as dares to break Pete in any way. But he knows he can’t, so he keeps walking and just hopes Tom will be able to get through to his kid. 

Tom finds Pete back in his room, trying to dress. “Can I help?” he asks from the doorway. 

Pete gives him a nod and Tom comes over, helping him pull his shirt down. The bruising looks worse today, and his body is stiff and achy. He’s refused anymore pain pills though and just wants to leave. “I saw Viper leaving.” 

“Mmm yea. Stopped by to give me the information for the inquiry hearing.” 

“It wasn’t your fault Pete.” 

“Let’s not. I don’t… I just want to get out of here.” 

Tom bites back all his retorts that Pete needs to talk about this and just gives him a nod. “Carole and Bradley are at the base housing. I can take you there.” 

Pete gives him another nod, and follows Tom out the door. Once in the car, the silence is almost unbearable. “Pete…” Tom starts when they’re in front of the housing, but stops when Pete cuts his eyes at him.  

“Might be best if we just had some space right now. You don’t need messed up in this hearing too.” 

“I have to be there because I was in the air with you.” 

“Better to be safe than sorry.” 

Tom wants to argue, wants to push that Pete doesn’t need to do this or push everyone away, but his own guilt is eating him alive. Thus, he’d do anything Pete asks. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” 

Pete won’t meet his eyes so Tom knows he’s lying. “I just want him back,” Pete says softly before he gets out. He closes the door and doesn’t look back. 

Tom watches him go, his heart breaking, but knowing he will give Pete anything. He watches until Pete is inside the door before driving off. 

[the-ghost-bracket]

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[bloodtiesstilllives]

Strange Encounters #4

Today Henry will be traveling to Toronto, but not just any Toronto. Toronto in the 90s.

And who will be hosting him this time?

One Nicolas Knight AKA Sir Knight Nicolas de Brabant

Just a bit of background on Nicolas. He was born in France at around 1200. Life happened and he ended up fighting in the Crusades. The war roughed up his mentals, got him questioning God and all that. This lead him to being seduced into becoming a vampire. He was turned in 1228. Things were going ok for a hot minute, but there's only so much killing (accidental or on purpose) one can do before something's gotta change. He goes through the centuries trying to get right, but then slips, but hey at least he is trying. Finally, by the time of the show, he is in Toronto living his life as a police detective. He aims to not only to pay back humanity for his past actions, he also wants to become human again.

He got vampire married for about a century to the woman who seduced him into vampire life, Janette (She brought him into the fold but didn't turn him.)

But in present day he is working with a doctor in the coroner's office to get back to humanity, even though it pisses off his vampire family.

The doctors name is Natalie. She is in the gif below.

So yeah that's the background on who Henry is going to be hanging around with for the week. Oh by the way...Nicolas is the type of vampire that can't really be around crosses like that...so yeah...

Ok Let's Begin

So to set the stage, Nicolas gets a series of dreams that tell him if an important visitor that will be coming. Nick doesn't doubt that there is something sending him visions. He's been around. The vibes aren't sinister, just an information dump. He gets a visual if Henry.

He even gets a date and time, shown to him via a clock and calendar.

Nick takes the appropriate action to prepare for the arrival. He uses his paid time off for the dates the vision gave him and he even hangs around Janette to get her used to him being around. He isnt going to be drinking from anyone at Janette's club, but he must make sure his guest is provided for.

The date comes and the time approaches. Nick is kinda pissed because he was given damn near every bit of information, but not the where.

He paces his livingroom, wondering about what to do about that as the minutes tick by. He actually got so lost in his pacing that the time came. He stopped his pacing once he heard someone clear their throat.

He turns toward the noise and sees the visitor from his dreams, right there standing in his apartment. It's lucky for Nick that Henry was not wearing his cross around his neck, because that would have been awkward.

They introduce themselves by name. Nick is older by 300 years, but Henry is pretty much royalty and so Nick acts accordingly.

He was going to give Henry the couch, but offers him the bed instead, and Henry happily accepts.

They do the thing where they show each other their vampire faces.

It's cool, they put them away just as quickly as they took them out. Both just wanted to see what's what.

Nick has to lay down the rules. He doesn't know Henry, but again he can read vibes and Henry is pretty chill, but you never know.

He takes Henry to go to the food spot, AKA The Raven.

He sees to it that Janette hooks Henry up with dinner. They hit it off, but Henry is still a little wary. He isn't used to the idea of multiple vampires coexisting in the same territory. And add on top of that, that they are in an alternate Toronto and it takes a moment to get used to. There is no hostility so he goes with the flow, but he is trying to be prepared for anything.

Everything goes well. Henry basically eats and goes. Nick let Janette know they will be back tomorrow. She is super intrigued but will wait for Nicolas to tell her what's going on. Henry is glad that Nick wanted to get out of there because his haunches were up being around so many vampires at once.

The night is still young so they go driving around. Henry tells Nick about 2007 Toronto and they just go to places that Henry hangs around to see what's different and what's the same. Mist of the street names are the same, but all the stores and buildings are different. That's just how they spend their first night. It's pretty easy breezy and entertaining for them both.

Over the course of the week they swap stories. They laugh. They speak full conversations in French, other times in English.

Henry talks about Vicki, her eye problems that took her off the force, and her new life as a Private Investigator.

Nick asks the natural question after seeing Henry all heart eyes while talking about Vicki.

"Are you going to turn her?"

"It would only end in disaster."

Henry just tells Nick everything. First about his turning and the one year time limit. Turning Vicki will not give him a life with her forever.

Nick is shocked. He looks at Henry with a new level of respect, because he can not imagine NOT being able to interact with other vampires. Sure he is trying to become mortal, but that is a choice. He is humbled by the idea of the sheer loneliness Henry must feel.

Yeah there was tense awkward silence for about an hour, but they just went out cruising again after Henry got something to eat, free range. Nick trusted him to not kill, even though he watched him closely.

Henry had a great time, Nick had a great time. They hugged before Henry disappeared. Nick went back to work and everyone commented on how relaxed he looked after his vacation.

[sustainably-du-mortain]

thinking about A holding the detective up with one arm. they were hugging and lifted them off the floor and somehow ended up holding the detective with only one arm around the detective's waist.

(they also do it with N)