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Mr Crown

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - flirty + Cute Word Count - 1435

Anastasia made a grand entrance as she sashayed into the opulent mansion. Her every step was marked by the distinct clicking of her black Louboutins against the marble floor. She wore sleek black stockings that complemented her skin-tight black dress, accentuated by a vibrant red belt. Her hair cascaded in carefully arranged curls, framing her face with effortless elegance. Around her neck, a delicate silver necklace shimmered, catching the light as she moved with grace and confidence.

Lucien couldn’t help but smile from his chair as he sat receiving his usual medication from his private doctor. He did have... A rather large crush on her, but surely he couldn't be blamed after all, to Lucien she was gorgeous! Not to mention her shapely body and large... Assets, the kind of chest you dream to squeeze, and a backside you fight the urge to spank. 

She played the crucial role of being his right-hand person, handling all administrative tasks, and managing the various businesses operating under the umbrella of Crown Industries. This company was involved in a wide range of ventures, from producing bottled water to providing private jets, and served as the source of his vast wealth and luxurious lifestyle.

"I hope I'm not disturbing Mr Crown," she said as professional as ever,

"You could never be disturbing, you have the right to disturb me any time of the day." he smiled, "That dress certainly suits you."

"Why thank you, sir," she cooed, "I must say, you're looking strong and handsome today," she cooed,

He chuckled at her praise, he knew he looked far from "strong" and "handsome" being as sick as he was, but he enjoyed the reassurance she gave him daily. A grin came to his face as he teased her in return. "Strong and handsome huh? Well, aren't you just so very charming today,"

She approached his chair and opened her folder, "Shall we?"

He let out a playful groan as she brought up the business, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. Deep down, he wished she would abandon the business talk and join him in a more leisurely pursuit, like sitting on his lap for example? Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement, signalling his willingness to engage in the discussion. As he reclined, he adjusted himself to get comfortable, preparing for a serious conversation ahead.

"The accountant has finally returned my phone calls he is back from his vacation in Figi and the numbers are in, all separate LLCs and company holdings have doubled from last quarter. The factory strike has finished on the east coast with only minor recruits needed. The builders have sent the quote for the upgrades to the downstairs bathroom," She explained, "And ... We seem to be paying for a boat? Don't know when you got a boat and didn't tell me?"

Lucien listened intently, impressed by her efficiency in handling all the business dealings. He chuckled when she mentioned the boat. "A boat? can't say... I remember... buying a boat. Put a pause on that."

"Is it perhaps something to do with Michael?"

"Perceptive as always. Perhaps it is." He had a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice as he continued. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"

"I like to know where every dollar goes. And his lab has been a large drain lately so perhaps I'll schedule a call with him," she said, "Tomorrow is the gala, Thursday is the opening and next week is the ceremonies so I'll pencil the call in sometime next week,"

Lucien nodded a smirk on his face at her efficiency and attention to detail. He chuckled at her comment about Michael's lab, knowing all too well it was taking a big chunk out of his wallet. "That's my girl, always planning ahead." He cooed, "The call can wait until next week, there's no rush. How many times are we going to end up at galas this month? I've lost count."

"... Sixteen." She answered, "The charity equitable, the Upper Billion club, the grand gallery, the museum, the anniversary which is taking four slots alone. Along with all the business part summer garden events and of course the upper billion clubs gala auction tomorrow,"

His eyebrows raised as she rattled off the list of events and he let out a low whistle, looking at her in surprise. "Sixteen? Well, we're certainly going to be busy these next few months." He chuckled and shook his head, but beneath his amused expression, there was a hint of weariness. "I don't know how you keep up with it all. You must spend your life organizing my social calendar."

"I have plenty of time to organize your time. Mr crown" she answered just she dropped her pen, rolled her eyes and bent over to grab it,

However, she did so in front of Lucien her slightly crooked stocking and the hint of the top of her suspenders,

Lucien's eyes widened and his breath stuttered as he got a glimpse of her backside and the top of her suspenders, his gaze travelling up her figure as she stood back up. He swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way her curves were emphasised by the tight dress.

"I... I see what you mean." He said in a slightly strained voice, a small smirk on his face as he tried to focus on the conversation. He slightly adjusts himself in the seat moving his hand a little to try and conceal that he was getting a hard-on from the sight, "I suppose I should just leave all the organizing to you then."

"It's what I do best, ohh I did get a call about tomorrow for the gala, asking to confirm your plus one," she asked,

Lucien chuckled when she asked about the plus one, knowing they went through this every time. He shrugged his shoulders, feigning nonchalance. "As always, you know I never have a date for those things." He looked at her for a second and an idea came to mind, he gave her a playful grin half kidding. "Unless you want to volunteer yourself, that is."

"As delightful as your company would be, I have enough work to do here,"

Lucien chuckled at her response, "Ah, of course, the ever-diligent assistant." He let out a theatrical sigh, "Here I am, the world's richest bachelor, and ... I can't even get a pretty girl to attend a gala with me. A mockery, really."

"Would you want me to?" She asked half teasing,

Lucien's smirk widened having not expected this usually it was only ever mentioned as a joke between them, but his gaze roamed over her figure appreciatively once again. "Now that's a stupid question, of course, I would. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman. What man in his right mind wouldn't want you on his arm?"

"Very well Mr crown. In that case, I'd like to drop off a last-minute holiday request for time off tomorrow morning in order to become adequately beautiful for such an event. And perhaps get use of the company credit card for a dress?"

Lucien chuckled, "Of course. I have no doubt you'll be gorgeous, as always. As for the credit card, consider it yours. Go and buy the most expensive dress you can find. Spare no expense."

"Thank you, sir. Well, be leaving at seven taking the Bentley."

Lucien nodded, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at her, "Excellent. Seven o'clock it is. I'll be sure to be ready and waiting." He gave her a wink, his gaze roaming over her figure once more before settling back on her face.

"If that's all you need me for today Mr Crown?"

Lucien's gaze lingered on her figure for a moment longer, a faint hint of disappointment that she was leaving so soon. But he forced a smile onto his face as he nodded. "Yes, that's all I need for today. You better go and start getting ready for tomorrow." He leaned back in his chair and gave her a playful grin. "And remember spare no expense, the most expensive dress you can find I want you on my arm as the most beautiful woman for miles."

"I have a few ideas," She smiled fixing his hair and stroking her hand down his cheek,

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she touched his hair and stroked his cheek, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in every feature. He leaned slightly into her touch, savouring the moment before she pulled away.

"Have a good evening, Lucien." She said as she headed out,

"You as well, my dear. Until tomorrow evening."

He watched her leave, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure, a mixture of longing and anticipation for tomorrow's event swirling within him.

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Lucien Crown as Your Sugar Daddy - Headcanons

Lucien Crown x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sugar Daddy, illness

You called him Lucien or Daddy

No matter what others said or called him as

To you he was Daddy or Lucien

Or any cute nickname you could come up with

As long as it wasn’t Milo

After Michael’s many promises of a cure, Lucien had enough

And so, without even looking, during a meeting with a politician, he became aware of sugar babies

The topic intrigued him enough to start looking

He figured he might as well have some fun before he dies

He interviewed in total 16 girls

None piqued his interest

You arrived a bit late, the 17th girl

And you were perfect

While he could tell the others pitied him for his illness

You did not

You treated him equally throughout the interview 

You even joked around

And he liked that

You had a few set of rules as you explained that he would be your first.. Sugar Daddy

Your rules were very basic and he agreed to them all

He whipped up a contract that day and you both signed it

You were the perfect distraction

While you did take his illness seriously, you didn’t shy away from joking

For example, whenever you two were walking somewhere, you would call him grandpa

“Come on Grandpa! You are so slow! I shouldn’t have to call you Daddy when in reality you are Grand-Daddy!!!”

You made him laugh

Every time, all day

And soon, you moved to his place

He wanted you around all the time

And you were happy to be there

You were surprised when he said he doesn’t require you to have sex with him

You thought that was a huge part of Sugar Daddies

But you also understood that he was different

He wanted someone around him, someone to take his mind off of his pain

And you tried your best to do just that

He set up an account for you, gave you a card and explained he will put enough money on it for you and you could spend the money as you please

But he was surprised to see, you didn’t buy anything

In fact, you only bought things for him

You got him a nice new tie that you saw

You got ingredients because you wanted to bake cupcakes

You got him a birthday present

If he didn’t know any better, he would say you were in love with him

And he would be correct

But he didn’t know

He brought you on many dates

Dates to the best restaurants

Dates to the nicest places

Dates to stores where he would buy you dresses he likes to see you in

During one date however, a couple of drunk guys started to laugh at him, making fun of him

And you didn’t like that

He said he was used to it

But you weren’t

“Hey! Fuckfaces! Go and make fun one yourselves instead, you pathetic bunch! I will let you know he has the biggest cock and he surely knows how to use it! You disgusting cockroaches!”

The men ran as two cops arrived because of your yelling

Lucien was thankful for what you did

On your ride back home, you worriedly turned to him

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I embarrassed you, I apologize.”

“Quite the opposite actually, you made me very proud. Thank you for standing up for me.” he said

And he kissed you, it was the first kiss you two shared

A simple kiss

But it meant so much to the both of you

It was the day he noticed he had feelings for you

He would often sit in his office, looking at the contract

As if to remind himself why were you there

You wouldn’t be there if you didn’t have the contract

And he was sure you would leave as soon as it would end

But if that’s the truth

If you really were there only for his money

Then why didn’t spend it?

He checked time and time again, waiting for anything

A huge purchase or a transfer

He thought you would transfer the money to your own account

But nothing like that happened

It confused him

So much so that one morning, during breakfast, he asked you

He asked you why would you stay and don’t spend the money

“Because I genuinely like you, Lucien. If anything, I should say I am in love with you. But I know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay.”

But he did

And he told you he did

Both of you just sat there, confused and shocked

But after the shock, you both started dating

With the contract officially burnt

You two had sex that night for the first time, you were nervous but you knew you had to help him a lot, and you were okay with that

Turns out, when you yelled at those men, you were actually pretty accurate

He did have a very nice cock

And while his illness didn’t allow him to be on top

You absolutely enjoyed riding him

All. Night. Long.

Sometimes he had to tell you to slow down because he was tired

But it also didn’t take him long to regain his strength and keep going

He also had a wonderful mouth which you didn’t know he could use so skillfully, but he surely did

He definitely had a thing for you being the dominant one

But you did let him tell you what he wanted you to do

You let him lead you

You were happy

You were in love and happy

But you still didn’t stop calling him Daddy from time to time

A/N: I have more ideas for him, let me know if anyone would be interested and I’ll write those.

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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.  

[lilithdahobbit]

I'll be completely honest with y'all I would kill a man and sell my left arm to watch Matt Smith's performance as Patrick Bateman in the American Psycho Musical live.

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I’m Desperate

If someone will please write me some smut for Milo Morbius/Lucien Crown I would be forever in your debt!

I just want a good love story for Milo from the time he was human and ill to him becoming a ‘vampire’. He is delicious, sexy, charming, and villainous and I mean, come on, he’s Matt Smith, who doesn’t love Daemon Targaryen?!

If anyone knows of any good stories please tell me or tag me, I’m DESPERATE for him!

Why isn’t there more for him (despite the movie being good or bad) he is yummy

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Milo X Reader: Eternal

This was a request @davrosfan23

Warnings: stealing, drinking blood, description of puncture wounds, death, dead people, blood.

Word Count: 2,2K

You feared a lot of things but death frightened you the most. You dealt with death on a daily basis. It was an unfortunate consequence of your profession. Nurses helped save lives but they also had to witness a lot of deaths during their careers. Your fear had been the reason you’d started researching vampirism in the first place. It had started out as a joke, something to help you pass the time. Something to give you hope. But soon enough it turned into a hobby. And then it became an obsession. You’d read every single literature that had been published. You’d exhausted every single web source and had even published some papers about the subject. It was safe to say you’d become an expert on vampirism. So when you flipped on the news and heard the words “the bodies were drained of their blood” you knew exactly what was going on. 

You’d stumbled into work that day, your body shaking in excitement while your mind tried to compute that this was actually real. You managed to sneak into the morgue of the hospital and find the body of the victim.

“Sorry about this.”

The corpse hardly seemed to mind your presence but you still felt like you should apologize for the intrusion. You leaned down, eyes glancing at the puncture wounds on the victims neck. There were two small holes, just like you’d imagined there would be. You placed the body back to its original position and went back to work like nothing had happened. That night you poured over the news, searching for every smidge of information you would find on the culprit. If there was really a vampire on the loose you needed to find them. 

Days passed and you heard nothing about any new victims. The people who arrived at the hospital were all suffering from normal injuries. Well, as normal as you could expect at a hospital. You had started to think your vampire had gone into hiding or perhaps they’d gotten control of their hunger. Both of those options didn’t benefit you in any manner. It would be much easier to get a starved monster to turn you than it would be to convince one who had already developed some sort of control. You were about to give up when there was another attack. You cursed yourself for having the day shift on the day it happened. But despite not being there when it occurred the attack had given you a clue about the culprit. They had access to the lower levels of the hospital. Which didn’t narrow it down all that much but it helped. You also knew that Dr. Micheal had been on the ship where the first bodies had been found and despite people thinking he was responsible for this more recent attack, something told you he wasn’t guilty. 

You’b been analyzing possible culprits for hours now. Your brain was starting to hurt and your eyes were growing tired.

“Okay break time.”

You walked to the nearest bar deciding that maybe getting some alcohol in your system might help you relax and get your brain back up and running. You were sitting on a stool of the bar, sipping your beverage absentmindedly, when the commotion started. You heard the raised voices to your left causing you to turn your head in that direction. There was a group of men surrounding a young woman. You observed the men, not recognizing them until your eyes fell on a particular one. You recognized Milo due to his visits to Micheals lab from time to time. You remembered him walking past the nurses station. Your eyes trailed down to where you were used to seeing his cane but it wasn’t there. You glanced up again, your eyes finally focusing on the way Milo looked. He seemed much stronger than the last time you’d seen him. You continued to watch the conversation, eyes glued to Milo's features. And boy were you glad you’d decided to focus on his face because the moment his features shifted before your eyes you knew you were looking at your vampire. You nearly fell out of your chair as the realization hit you. Once you'd managed to climb off the stool and make your way through the crowd you’d already lost sight of him. You let out a defeated sigh returning to the bar and ordering another drink. 

You spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how you’d get Milo to come to you. Eventually you got sick of the bar and decided to call it a night. You almost made it to your apartment when a scream cut through the silent street. Your body perked up at the noise. Before you could even realize what you were doing your feet were already on the move. You raced in the direction of the sound, eyes moving to look up at the sky in search of any movement. You wouldn’t have noticed the bodies if it weren’t for the smell of blood. You stared at the three corpses slumped in front of the bar you had just been at. A sudden gust of wind made you look up just in time to see Milo jump from one roof to the other. This was it. This was your moment.

You raced back to your apartment fumbling with the keys in desperation as you tried to open the door. You went directly to the small fridge hidden in the closet. You grabbed two bags of blood before rushing back out into the street. For the last few days you’d started stealing blood bags from the hospital. You never took too much, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You just grabbed enough to have in case your plan worked. You didn’t want to be caught unprepared if you somehow managed to get yourself turned. You’d never been more glad for your overthinking. 

Climbing up the fire escape proved to be more complicated than you had anticipated. For some reason the landlord of the building had never taken care of the stairs which meant they cracked and clanged with every move. Still you managed to get to the roof in one piece and without spilling any of the blood. You stood in the middle of the roof, your eyes searching for any movement before grabbing the switchblade you’d put into your pocket. You cut open one of the bags, dipping your hand in the substance and smearing it against your neck. You applied a generous amount of blood to your body before spreading the rest in a circle around you.  

Now all you had to do was wait. 

The smell of blood was overpowering but you knew that was a good thing. If you wanted to draw Milos attention he had to be able to smell it from far away. You glanced at your watch impatiently.

“What the hell is taking him so long.”

“Well that's a first.”

Your head snapped at the sound of his voice. Goosebumps covered your body as you stared at him. You watched Milo make his way to you slowly. His features weren’t the way they normally were. There was a slightly monstrous look to them.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I can see that.”

 Milo looked you up and down letting out a small hum of approval.

“The question is why?”

Your breath caught in your throat as Milo came closer to you, his face inches from yours.  Gosh he was handsome. 

“This isn’t yours.”

You knew he was referring to the blood. 

“No it’s not.”

“You must be crazy then.”

“I consider myself more of an admirer actually.”

“Is that so?”

There was actual surprise in Milo's face. Was he not used to people wanting him?

“I’ve been searching for you.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

Why had you been searching for him? Had it only been about becoming immortal? Or was there more to it? Could it have been because the thought of spending eternity with someone excited you? You hadn’t been opposed to the idea once you realized who the vampire was. Milo was a very attractive man and something about him made butterflies appear in your stomach. 

“I’m waiting.”

“Sorry. I want to be like you.”

The hand that had wrapped itself around your arm withdrew for a moment. You almost screamed at the lack of contact. Milo looked at you in silence. You could tell there were a million thoughts running through his head.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“It's okay. I do.”

“What are you? Some sort of fanatic?”

“I’d like to consider myself more of an enthusiast.”

Milo laughed at your words, his hand going back to where he’d placed before. 

“Well alrighty then. I’ll turn you. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Leave me alone.”

You gave him a puzzled look. 

“I can’t be stuck babysitting you. I’ve got my own shit to deal with.”

You felt like someone had just plunged a blade into your heart. Was he really that revolted by you? Milo watched your face change from sadness to anger then to acceptance. 

“Fine.”

“Great.”

Milo leaned down, his tongue lapping at the half dried blood that clung onto your skin. You closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he wished. Your hands found their way onto Milo's shoulders as he continued to lick at your skin. Once he seemed satisfied with his work his lips moved to the vein in your neck. You felt the tips of his fangs puncture your skin, a small groan leaving your lips. You could feel the blood leaving your body. Milo's grip on you became even harsher than it had been before. It was then that you realized you’d just given a starved lion a juicy steak.  Getting him off wasn’t going to be easy but you were up for the challenge. You let Milo drink your blood for a while before grasping his hair in your hands. Once you’d started to feel faint you tugged at Milos' hair with all your strength. Despite being much stronger than you, Milo unlatched from your neck when you tugged at his hair. You eyes met his crazed ones for a moment before leaning forward and capturing his lips in yours. You felt Milo's body stiffen. Before he managed to push you away you bit into his lip as strong as you could. You felt the metallic taste of blood fill your lips. You could only hope that it was enough. Milo pushed you off him, his hand going to the gash on his lips.

“What the hell man!”

“I’m sorry it was the only way for me to-”

“You're crazy.”

With that Milo raced to the edge of the roof and jumped.

“Milo wait!”

You went after him. Your body felt strange and your legs wobbled as you tried to run but you managed to get to the edge. You hopped up on the ledge.

“Don’t leave me!”

Your body felt as light as a feather and your vision was starting to get blurry. Before you knew it your body sagged forward. You were falling. You closed your eyes as death came to greet you. The irony of the situation didn’t go missed by you. The last thing you felt before your demise was the feeling of cold metal beneath you. And then you were gone.

Darkness surrounded you. Was this what happened after death? Just a pool of nothingness? Kind of disappointing. You glanced around, searching for something other than pitch black. You’d almost given up when you heard something. The sound was far away but you could still hear it. 

“Mister?”

You blinked your eyes as the harsh light of the street lamp came into view. You groaned, trying to get up.

“Hey mister you should probably stay still. The ambulance will be here any second.”

You glanced at the person talking to you. Your eyes widened as you realized you could hear their heartbeat. Your throat felt raw. It was like you hadn't had anything to drink in years. And your stomach. Good lord. Your stomach ached in a way you’d never felt before. You took a deep breath in as you managed to sit up.

“It’s a miracle you survived the fall.”

You could hear the person talking to you but you couldn’t focus on the words. Your nose had gotten a whiff of blood and your mouth had started to salivate. You turned to look at the person beside you.

“And don’t even worry about the car. I’m just glad you’re alright. 

You felt the muscles in your face shift as you watched the person's eyes widen. 

“What the he-”

Before they’d even managed to get the rest out you pounced. Your fangs grew as you opened your mouth. You sank your teeth into the person's neck, cutting off their scream as you finally got a taste of what your body so desperately craved.  You felt their body sag into the ground as you drank them dry. Once there wasn’t any more blood you unlatched yourself from their corpse. You looked up at the moon and grinned. Your body had never felt stronger. You felt invincible. No. You were invincible. A strangled laugh made its way out of your lips.

“Eternal at last.”

[thingsasbarcodes]

Morbius (2022)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The tact of truth

Warning : angst

Masterlist,next part

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Those blood red eyes were what brought her back to reality. Could it really be that Michael had killed her best friend? He was led away and taken out of the hospital without turning back to her.

It seemed as if the whole spectacle of the night was about to befall her. The death, the arrest, the injury - it all seemed so untrue and yet there was no doubt about what she herself had seen. Detaching herself from the place, she went back to the hospital. She knew she was entering dangerous territory. But what she had experienced in the last few hours was anything but normal.

It briefly occurred to her that the stories of an alien monster were real, just like her brief encounter with Spiderman when he swung past her. But despite all that, what concerned Michael was even more dangerous. Because the monster inside him had a thirst for blood. For her blood

Breaking away from the place, she saw the blue light sirens reflecting in the windows before she went to the lifts. It was only when she pressed the buttons that she noticed the slight trembling of her fingers. And again she wished that Michael was with her to calm her symphony.

Getting out of the chair, she went into the lab, even though she knew what she was doing was not legal. Opening the door, she switched on the light by voice. With a box in her hand, she went to the lab area and stuffed files of findings and results into it.

Once Martine was released from the hospital, they would have to develop something together. Because she wouldn't make it on her own. They needed an antidote. As long as Michael was in custody, they would find a cure.

She was about to lift one of the machines when she noticed the stand with the drug. But where there should have been one, because she was sure that Michael had taken one of the two, there was none.

Panic spread through her and she vigorously searched for the small vial. She tore open drawers and rearranged everything before her gaze returned to the ceiling. ,, Milo" came from her lips and it dawned on her. He was the only one who must have taken her. It was obvious he had hate as his motive and rejection...because she didn't love him.

Grabbing the box, she walked as fast as she could out of the lab to escape the feeling of being watched. She didn't know where Milo was and yet she worried. Worried about Michael and Milo, what the latter would do once he too had turned into a vampire.

Two bats in a city dangerous to the blood they crave. Hurrying out of the chair, she left the hospital and tried to reach the policemen she knew outside. Unfortunately for her, they had already disappeared. Cursing, she reached for her mobile phone as she hailed a taxi. She typed the message to Martine about the box and the probably new information about the serum.

Nervousness and uncertainty about what would happen next permeated her. A bad tune when you don't have a derigent to guide you. Paying the driver, she hurried to her flat and when she got to her floor she stopped in front of her door. Her eyes flitted past the spot with the rose petal.

She thought My heart and blood do not belong to him, before quickly unlocking the door and putting her things there for the time being.  A sigh escaped her and her gaze went to the clock. Too late to be awake and too early to sleep.

Chaos in the darkness. The darkness seemed to embrace her and it was sweet and horrible at the same time. Her hand found its way into her pocket as she pulled out the policeman's card. She turned it over in her hand and the dark shield rippled in the light. Only when she saw the address of the prison did she realise where she had to go. She didn't know if she was allowed to see Michael, but special times require special measures.

She was about to leave her flat when something struck her. In fact, she noticed that something was missing. Turning to her little shelf, she saw that the rose petal was no longer there. "Milo" was her first thought as she approached the tray and looked at the floor. Maybe it had fallen or blown away. They were cheap excuses to deal with the dark bloody truth she knew. The red rose petal had disappeared and this feeling of being watched was suddenly unbearable.

Did it mean that he had already taken the remedy or was it not too late. Maybe it just turned to dust. Dust and ashes were all that remained of Michael in her dream. A horrible memory, a horrible dream. The thing that frightened her, apart from all the other things she had experienced in the last few hours, were the dreams that seemed to be real.

It was only when a shadow passed by her window that she fearfully released herself from her stupor and made her way to her car. "Let him not have taken the medicine yet," she thought as she looked up at the dark sky.

But the shadow seemed to be ahead or had disappeared into the darkness and was watching her.

Turning on the engine, she drove to the detention centre, even though she had never been there herself. Her hope of seeing Michael somehow was stronger.

But if she hadn't been so fixated on Michael, she would have seen the black limo in the shadows that belonged to someone she knew only too well.

Walking inside, she was greeted by little brighter than old flickering glow sticks. ,, May I help you, Miss?" a policeman asked her immediately. ,, Yes, I'd like to see Rodriguez, I'm involved in a case and he told me to contact him," she replied, hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions. ,, Ah, the weirdo, he's in an interrogation with some doctor right now. You can wait here until you're done, then he'll be there for you" he said and pointed to a shabby chair. Sighing and knowing she was finished, she sat down and picked up her mobile phone. As she looked at her hand, something came back to her. "When was the last time he had artificial blood?" she asked herself, cursing herself for not taking any of the artificial blood with her.

At least martine had answered her and agreed that they had to develop an antidote.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours as she stood there avoiding the eyes of the police officers and staring at her watch. It was only when she heard what appeared to be the bars of each section opening that she stood up, hoping it was Rodriguez. ,, That's just his lawyer," one of the policemen said casually and she was about to sit down again when someone else came towards her. Milo.

But what caught her eye was the missing walking stick and the shiny silver flask in his hand. His gaze was on the policemen before it was on her. There was no love there, rather there seemed to be a desire. A desire for her blood.

But there was no red in his eyes, he seemed so far normal. He looked handsome and beautiful no longer sick as he once was. And just like Michael, he seemed incredibly engaging and hypnotic. As with any vampire beauty comes at the price of another life. ,, Oh Y/n what are you doing here?" he asked softly as he came to a stop in front of her.

She knew she had to watch what she said. She knew he must have taken it, there was no way around it. But whether he had drunk blood, she prayed he had not. ,, I went to pick up some of my things from the police, they had taken some. I'm really glad to be back," she said, trying desperately to keep her heartbeat steady. It only made her more nervous.

His gaze seemed to pierce her. ,, Sure, you seem a little nervous, how about we get some fresh air," he suggested. Her gaze slid to the policemen, but they were no longer paying any attention to her. Nodding, she agreed even though everything inside her was screaming to get away from him. ,, You seem better," she said and tried to get something from him.

After they had stepped out of the prison, the night air came around them. It was cool and goose bumps formed on her skin. ,, Yes, you could say a miracle has happened," he said briefly and his gaze was on her again. ,, I'm glad to hear that," she replied briefly and somehow tried to calm down. ,,Tell me what happened on the ship?" he asked and she stopped.

Fear and nervousness entered her body. ,, What happened? The mercenaries went crazy," she lied and it took all her strength not to retreat. ,, You lie, Y/n, I can hear it in your treacherous heart. You smell of blood since you got off the ship," he said darkly and she saw his fangs flashing. ,, What have you done?" came incredulously from her lips as the truth hit like a blow. Disbelief and shock were in her gaze. ,, You-you killed Katrine," she stated, only to be met with an enchanted grin. ,, Caught," he quipped and came towards her.

She could have run, screamed, cried but her body would not react. ,, Clever girl," he praised and a shiver ran through her. The voice sounded darker, more vicious, more vengeful. The monster had emerged. The once beautiful appearance gave way to a mysterious monster.

She was still standing there, wreathed in fear, not knowing what to do. She would not be able to escape him anyway. ,, Milo, I can help you," she tried slowly, but was only met with rejection. ,, I don't think I want any help, Y/n," he said. His claw-like hand ran over the stone building next to them, leaving deep furrows.

Suddenly he stopped and his gaze went to the sky. Did he hear something? she asked herself, trying to grasp it, but for her there was only the sound of the city. ,, There you are at last," he said and Y/n knew it wasn't meant for her. She felt a breeze behind her before the ground vibrated briefly. ,, What have you done to yourself?" said Michael, who was standing behind her.

She saw his orange prison jumpsuit and noticed the dark stains on the top. She didn't have to think, she knew it was blood and that was what worried her. ,, I have evolved just like you, my old friend," Milo said and showed his fangs in a grin. ,, This is insane, you can't just kill people," Michael said and took a few steps towards his friend. ,, Insane then," Milo said as if he was thinking about the words. ,, Say who slaughtered the mercenaries like animals, it wasn't me," he reminded Michael. ,, He killed Katrine, Michael," Y/n said to her derigent. ,, Milo, let me help you," Michael tried after casting a sympathetic glance at his heart. I want your help but I am not meant to rule no we are meant to rule!" his temper changed and it happened.

It was almost too quick to catch and all Y/n felt was a cool quick breeze. As if the two were moving too fast again and leaping out of the smoke or shadows. Only when it was over did she see what seemed to have happened. Where Milo and Michael had just been standing there were cracks and the ground had risen up by sheer force of the two. She thought she could still feel the vibration in the floor. It was overwhelming.

But they were gone and she knew there was nothing she could do but pray and hope that Michael would return. And so she did, waiting in the dark night in her home, not taking her eyes from the door or the windows for fear the wrong vampire would come through and kill her for what she was carrying. Blood.

[medusamagic]

Sony keeps making the most unintentionally gay superhero movies for no fucking reason.

[fictionalcomforts]

Anyone has any Milo/Lucien fic recommendations then please tag me in those. I am withering without any content 😞😫😭

[the-fiction-witch]

Mr Crown P2

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - Sexy Af Word Count - 2106

The day passed slowly for Lucien, waking up and having his medication doing a few small tasks here and there, his excitement for the gala building gradually as the hours ticked by. He spent the afternoon in a flurry of prep for the event, his mind occasionally wandering to thoughts of Anastasia and wondering what she would look like all dolled up for the event.

He made sure to freshen up and dress in his most expensive black suit and red silk shirt, eagerly awaiting her arrival at seven.

As he had his second to last medicine for the evening, he tried a few times to get his tie right but it just wouldn't work, in the end, his butler did it even if he didn't do it quite right either, 

Lucien looked in the mirror, assessing his appearance. The suit hung off his now slender frame, emphasizing his weakened state. He took a deep breath, feeling a pang of frustration at having to rely on a cane, but he knew he had no other choice. He turned to the butler standing behind him, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Is this the best you can do with my tie?"

"My apologies Mr Crown," The man nodded, 

He let out a heavy sigh. "No matter. It'll have to suffice for now. Where is she anyway? She should have arrived by now."

"In the garage waiting, sir."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. His curiosity piqued, and he gave one last glance at himself in the mirror before making his way to the garage and towards where Anastasia was waiting. He hobbled down using his cane to make his way down to the garage filled with his many luxury cars, and he stopped short at the sight, the black Bentley sat freshly cleaned and polished practically sparkling, and in front of it stood Anastasia,

She wore strap red designer heels, her hair up Glamour's curls, her make-up impeccable, silver necklace of roses around her neck with a matching bracelet, a silver and rose handbag over her shoulder and her dress… Her gown was a floor length off shoulder silk dress with a high slit that looked as if it had been made to measure to accentuate every single Inch of her a matching red to his own shirt,

"I am acceptable Mr crown?"

Lucien's mouth went dry as he laid eyes on her. The sight of her in the stunning red dress, coupled with her flawless makeup and hair, left him speechless. He stood there for a moment, taking in her appearance, his gaze roaming over her curves and the way the dress seemed to hug her body in all the right places. "Acceptable? No, no, my dear." He paused, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes unable to look away from her. "You are downright sensational." He took a few steps closer, his cane clicking against the floor, his eyes drinking in her figure. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to run his hands over the silky fabric, to feel her body beneath it. But restraint won out, and instead, he stopped just a few feet away from her, his gaze locked on her face and then roaming down until he was shamelessly admiring her body. His tone held a hint of approval and desire as he spoke again. "You look like a dream, Anastasia."

"Thank you," she smiled, "As strong as always but extra handsome today," she complimented him, "Come here" She immediately took his tie off and fixed it herself,

Lucien chuckled softly as she fixed his tie, Her proximity to him brought her scent to his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her rose perfume and the closeness of her body. As she adjusted his tie, he couldn't help but appreciate her attentiveness. "Always making me presentable, are you? I'd be lost without you to fix my tie."

"I think without me, you'd have invested far more in clip ones," she chuckled, 

He chuckled in response, knowing damn well her words were true. He knew he was hopeless with ties. "You're probably right. I'd be spending a fortune on clip ones."

"Shall we?" She asked glancing at the Bentley's back door,

"Of course. Lead the way, my dear."

She opened the back door and helped him inside before climbing in herself and shutting the door behind them, she nodded to the driver who started the Bentley and began to drive as soon as they were outside Lucien’s garages the driver rolled up the partition, 

Lucien settled into the back seat, as the partition went up, shutting them off from the driver, a strange sense of intimacy enveloped them in the back seat. The world outside was forgotten as they were alone together in the luxury of the Bentley, the hum of the engine surrounding them. He glanced over at her, taking in her beauty once again. He couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity in comparison to her elegance. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, a sigh escaping his lips.

she noticed his hand and gave his hair a slight adjustment making his thinning from his sickness less noticeable, 

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she adjusted his hair, a flutter of vulnerability running through him as she touched him so gently. It served as a stark reminder of his illness, the reason for his weakened state. He looked into her eyes, his expression carrying a mixture of gratitude and insecurity. He was grateful for her presence, her support, but at the same time, he felt ashamed of his weakness and how she must see him, he didn’t want her to see him like that, like this.

She coughed breaking the silence moving from his eyes, "so, which side did you want me on?"

Lucien blinked, snapping out of his thoughts at her question. He considered it for a moment, his gaze roaming over her figure, his mind warring with itself. A part of him wanted to have her seated next to him so he could be closer to her, feel her warmth beside him. But at the same time, he was hesitant, thinking of how it would look, him with a stunning young woman on his arm while he looked weak and ill. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh. "Next to me."

She rolled her eyes a little playfully "Yes Lucien, however it's not a very good look for press or fellow business people to see us climb out the car a debate what arm I need to hold. I don't want to cause you any more trouble," she said glancing to his cane, "So whatever makes it easier,"

Lucien chuckled softly at her playful eye roll. She had a point. He didn't want to seem even weaker than he already appeared. He sighed, his hand involuntarily gripping the cane tighter. "You're right, as always. It would look quite strange to see us debating over what arm you should hold." He grumbled slightly, a hint of irritation in his voice at the idea of his illness being on display. But then he looked at her, her beauty offering some consolation. “My right, hand without my cane.” 

“Perfect,” she agreed,

"You’ll sit next to me?"

"My seat is next to yours at the gala I'll be next to you."

Lucien nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. It was a suitable compromise he supposed. The thought of having her by his side the whole evening offered him some comfort. "Good. I want you nearby. I'm certain you'll be the most gorgeous one there, anyway… Thank you, for coming with me."

"not a problem, a gala is a gala, a business can be done anytime, the most important thing is looking after you," she smiled briefly resting her hand on his,

A soft, almost imperceptible shiver ran through Lucien's body as she rested her hand on his. It was such a gentle, yet powerful gesture. He appreciated her concern for him, and her desire to take care of him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse, his hand subconsciously turning to intertwine his fingers with hers. "But you also mustn't neglect your well-being. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight as well."

"I'll do my best, try not to be so... Business."

Lucien chuckled at her comment, amused at her suggestion. "Me? Not be so business? That's a rather tall order, my dear." He gave her hand a slight squeeze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But I'll try to remember how to socialize without discussing stocks and investment portfolios. You have my word." He chuckled again, the sound weak but genuine.

She chuckled as she glanced out the blacked-out windows seeing they were almost there lining up for the drop off as all galas are, about ten minutes before they'd be greeted by guests and press so it was final checks,

Lucien fussed over his appearance, ensuring his tie was straight and his hair was presentable. He adjusted his suit, trying to hide his weakness, the way his once muscular frame had diminished. 

Anastasia noticed his fussing as she always did, she did feel a bit of pity knowing how much he hated how his illness made him appear to people, she wanted to cheer him up, and help him go to this gala feeling confident and happy. And she had a wicked little idea. 

He turned to her, but then his gaze caught hers as she smiled at him in a rather wicked way. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "And what might you be smiling at so mischievously, Miss Morton?"

She softly took his hand again, leaning a little closer to him.

Lucien looked down at her hand wrapping around his, her touch gentle. He felt a mixture of comfort and vulnerability at the intimate contact. He laced his fingers with hers, his grip slightly weak but firm nonetheless. He looked into her eyes, a soft, vulnerable expression on his face. "You have a devilish glint in your gaze, my dear. I feel like you're up to no good."

She didn't answer she just shrugged and simply closed the gap and let her lips meet his, 

Lucien's breath hitched as she closed the gap between them and their lips met. The moment her lips touched his, a surge of desire and need coursed through him. He responded to the kiss immediately, his hand on hers trembling slightly as he leaned into the kiss, deepening it. 

She kissed back resting her hand on his jaw and bringing him closer as the kiss became heavier,

He broke the kiss momentarily, his breathing ragged and heavy, his forehead resting against hers. "Anastasia..." he murmured her name, his voice thick with need. But he quickly returned to her lips letting his tongue slip into her mouth which she happily encouraged, 

She moved his hand intertwined with hers and let him touch her silk dress running up her waist and pressing his hand onto the top of her dress his hand cupping her breast through the silk, 

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she guided his hand, He pressed his hand against the silk, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath, the contrast between the smoothness of the material and the contour of her body fueling his desire further. "Anastasia..." he murmured her name, his voice a little rougher than before, He let out a soft moan, his hand on her dress shifting slightly, pulling her closer to him. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the taste of her lips on his, the feel of her body against him, and the fire that burned deep within his core.

Lucien was lost in the kiss, his mind and body consumed by her. He had to fight back the primal urge to pull her onto his lap and have her right then and there. Instead, he let his hands explore her body, keeping the one she guided on her breast fondling and squeezing her as they kissed, the other running up her through the slit in her dress slipping under the dress to touch the warm skin of her thighs.

They kissed rather heavily in the back seat for what felt like hours, touching each other through their clothes and moaning against each other’s lips, 

Finally she pulled away and gave his forehead a kiss, "Have fun tonight Lucien. And if you need my help, you ask for it." she reminds him just as the door opened and she climbed out into the galas red carpet,

He took a moment to regain his mind before he shook himself straight grabbing his cane and climbing out too, 

[hjbirthdaywishes]

October 28, 2023

Happy 41 Birthday to Matt Smith.

[oopmily]

why is milo giving lestat is this controversial

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Phantom of the Opera Character Fanfic Crossover Poll

ATTENTION FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!!!

Since requests have been open for almost two weeks now, I want to try something new. I want to do a Phantom of the Opera crossover with Character x Reader fanfic. Basically, reader would be like Christine Daae and your favorite character as the Phantom.

Here's a catch. There's a poll for each character to vote for this. You only get one vote for one character. The character with the most votes will be the winner and I'll write for that character.

Everybody have fun :)

[shuichiakainx]

Matt is too adorable in this photo 🥺🧡