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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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Matt Smith try to play a green flag challenge. (Impossible)
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Valentine's Day Prompts (Lucien Crown Prompt 9)
Requested by @evelina92-Lucien Crown / Prompt 6 💞
A/N- FINALLY I’VE FINISHED IT!!! Sorry for the long wait, I got busy with work and other stuff. I’ve enjoyed writing this one with Lucien and I can’t wait to do Bane next. Everybody enjoy :)
Warnings: Nothing but tooth rotting fluff (little angst)
Citrus Scale:🍎
W.C+: 2.1K
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It was another peaceful, snowy nightfall in New York City. It was like any other night, but not this one. This night was very different. It was February 14th. Valentine’s Day.
This holiday was special above the rest. Valentine’s Day is your most favorite holiday out of the whole year. That special time of the year to spend it with your significant other, Lucien Crown. Lucien Crown was a name you could roll around on your tongue.
You’ve been with him for almost two years. Lucien wasn’t like other guys. He’s different. By different meaning, he’s a vampire, but a living vampire.
Lucien was born with a rare blood disorder and lived in pain into his adult life. He met you as you began working for him as a caregiver and fell in love. He wanted a way to be with you without having to deal with the pain of his disorder.
That’s until his lifetime friend Dr. Michael Morbius found a cure. When he was given the cure, he changed a lot. Lucien was able to walk freely without his cane and do stuff he never did as a child. However, there was a side effect of that cure. A lust for blood.
After a few people were drained of their blood, Lucien vowed to never do it again and to only drink artificial blood to keep his bloodlust in control. He’s doing that for you. Lucien would never harm a hair on your head. He just wants a normal relationship with you.
Now the thing is he’s well off. Comes from a wealthy family and can buy anything he wants. There’s been times he wanted to spoil you, but got you things that were very meaningful. Always wanted to make you smile in return.
You’ve never wanted a single thing, until now. It was something you’ve had your eye on since last spring. A beautiful gold heart locket on a gold chain. That’s the only thing you ever wanted to have.
You first saw it when you walked past the window of the jewelry store that’s several blocks down from your apartment. You couldn’t help yourself, but look at it through the glass in the sunlight. The way the gold glittered and sparkled like little diamonds. Lucien noticed you looking at it and saw how happy it made you.
“Don’t worry, love. One day you’ll wear that beautiful piece around your lovely neck,” he said as he placed a kiss into your hair. Since then, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It never escaped your mind and you never let it go, until now.
Lucien has been acting strangely lately. For the past few weeks, you’ve hardly seen him around the penthouse. Not even at the kitchen table. This made you start worrying very deeply in the pit of your stomach.
What if he relapsed to his old ways and didn’t want you to know about it? That thought ate at your mind all day long. This is not like him to do that. He swore he’d never do it ever again.
You were standing outside on the balcony of the penthouse, watching the snow falling gracefully over New York. Each one floating downward like little white diamonds. Sparkling within the city lights, making them more beautiful.
As you stood upon the stone balcony, a gust of cold air came through making you shiver from head to toe. You were completely barefoot standing on the thin layer of snow. Each of your toes almost felt numb, as you stood outside like this.
The thick blanket that usually sat on the couch was wrapped around your upper body. You drew the blanket closer to your body to keep warm. Another shiver made you feel colder than before. The same thought came right back, making you feel more uneasy by the passing second.
Lucien never stays out this late. Never. He’s always back on time or he just stays in. You were starting to wonder if he doesn’t love you anymore. You were snatched away from your gut wrenching thoughts when you heard the door to the penthouse unlock. The door creaked open like always and was followed by a very familiar voice.
“(Y/N), are you there?” Lucien said in his usual playful voice. You heard the clatter of the keys on the table next to the entrance and the door closing behind him.
“(Y/N)?” he asked again playfully. “I’m over here,” you called out over your shoulder. The floorboards creaked beneath Lucien’s light footsteps.
“What are you doing out there,” a gasp escaped through his lips when he spotted you on the balcony. You turned around to face him and noticed he looked very worried seeing you like this. “Watching the snowfall over the city.” You lied. You were actually waiting for him really.
“Well, get back inside before you catch a cold,” he walked over quickly and grabbed you by the hand. Once you were inside, Lucien closed and locked the sliding glass doors. The cold air disappeared quickly and was replaced by warmth. You felt your toes again. Wiggling them around.
“Lucien, where were you?” You asked as you removed the blanket from your shoulders and threw it back onto the couch. “Nowhere. Why do you ask,” he avoided eye contact with you. You gave out a long sigh.
“I’ve been waiting for you. You were gone all day long. You didn’t leave me a note or let alone a text message. What were you doing?” Lucien was caught off guard by your words. He turned over to you and saw your eyes. Those beautiful (E/C) eyes were stained with tears.
“Oh (Y/N),” he slowly walked over to you with his arms open for embrace. Wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on top of your head, you felt a great weight was lifted off of your shoulder. You cried softly against his scratchy and soft sweater.
“There there. Don’t cry my love. I’m here now, so don’t worry,” Lucien cooed, as he rubbed his cheek against your forehead. With his arms still wrapped around you, he lifted his head up to look at you again. Lifting your head off of his chest, you sniffle as more tears slowly fall down your face.
“Oh my dear little (Y/N). How I worried you so. I’m so sorry for doing this to you,” he said as he placed another kiss on your forehead. Your heart fluttered a bit. Lucien doesn’t like it when he upsets you like this. Even if it’s the littlest thing.
“It’s just,” you said softly, “you were acting strangely lately and I was getting very worried about you. I thought you’ve relapsed and gone back to your old ways.” Sadness filled his green eyes, making you worry about his well being.
“Oh (Y/N). I’ve got you in such a tizzy having you worrying about my well being, I wasn’t thinking straight enough. I’m so sorry,” he said as he hugged you again.
The tight embrace made you feel warm and comfortable, making you all happy that Lucien wasn’t doing anything bad. You just wanted to know what he was up to, that’s all.
“The reason why I was ‘out of character’ to put it, was to give you this,” he said as he lifted both arms off of you. Then, he reached into his coat pocket. “Now hold out your hands and close your eyes, but no peeking,” he said with a mischievous smile.
You did what he asked. You closed both eyes and held out both hands. After several seconds, you felt something smooth and leathery against your skin. Feeling around, you took note it was a box. But what kind of box though?
Still feeling around, something else was on the box. It felt soft and smooth upon your fingers, as you rubbed them against the material. You knew it was ribbon. Tied around the box you held in the palm of your hands.
“Alright. You can open them now,” he said in a low whisper. Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked down at the box in your hands. The box was small and fits in the palm of your hand. A big red ribbon was wrapped and tied in a big bow around the box, nearly covering the whole thing up.
“Go on and open it then,” he said. Grabbing one of the ends of the ribbon, you gently tugged and pulled the ribbon towards you. The ribbon untangled itself and fell off the box. Keeping the ribbon in your hand for right now, you slowly opened the lid of the box. Once it was opened, both of your eyes widened and a gasp escaped through your lips.
There sitting inside of the box, was the golden heart locket. It laid upon red satin cloth that was lined around the interior of the box. The metallic gold glittered and sparkled in the dim light, like the day you saw it in the window. A long, gold chain encircled the locket in the box, making it more breathtaking.
“You got this for me? How thoughtful of you.” You said, as tears welled up in your eyes and fell down your face.
“That’s not all. Open it,” he gestured to the locket. Picking up the locket, the metal felt cold and smooth against your fingers. At the edge of the locket in the middle was a small latch. Using the edge of your thumbnail, you carefully and slowly unhooked it from the small hook. Once it was free, you slowly opened the heart shaped object.
You felt your heart skip a beat or two when you looked at what was inside. Inside was a photo of Lucien and you at the beach last summer. It was from that photo booth you went to on the boardwalk. The two of you looked so happy together.
Still looking at the locket, you noticed small writing on the underside of the top. Looking closer at it, another gasp came out of your lips when you read it in a whisper.
It said: Together For Eternity, Never Apart From One Another.
More tears fell down, as you placed your hand over your mouth. “Oh Lucien,” you cried softly, “this is very sweet of you.” Lucien walked back over and hugged you again, placing kisses on top of your head. “I knew you would love it.”
“You went through all this trouble, to get me this,” you said softly in the crook of his neck. He chuckled lightly, “yes I did. I wanted to surprise you with it. You deserve this more than anything from me, other than my love for you.” He said, giving you another kiss on the head.
He did this for you and still has his love for you. He’ll never stop loving you if anything comes between you two.
After a few moments, he lifted his arms off and cupped both hands on your cheeks. “Come. Let me put that beautiful piece around your lovely neck,” he said, using his thumbs to wipe away stray tears from your beautiful (E/C) eyes. You slowly nodded your head yes.
You started walking over towards the mirror that hung near the entryway. Lucien followed behind you. Walking up to the mirror, you placed the box and ribbon onto the table that was beneath it. Lucien came up behind you, leaned over your shoulder, and picked up the locket’s chain with his slender fingers.
It took no time for him to unhook the clasp that held the chain together. After he unhooked it, he brushed your hair to one side so that he could put the locket on. You then picked your hair up with both hands to make it easier for him.
Lucien swung the chain around your neck and hooked the clasp back up, making sure it was safely secure on you. Letting go of your hair, it flowed back down over your shoulders and framing your face. Lucien then helped by combing his fingers through the strands to untangle them.
As the both of you look in the mirror, you couldn’t help yourself but admire the locket that now hung around your neck. The locket hung low and went past your collar bone. Your fingers hovered above the locket, as another stream of tears went down your cheeks.
Lucien snaked his arms around you, hugging from behind and rested his chin upon your shoulder. “So, do you love it (Y/N),” asking you softly. You nodded your head slowly. “Yes I do. Very much,” you said, as you looked at him in the mirror.
Lucien chuckled, “that’s very good to hear. I knew you would,” he said as he placed more kisses on your neck and jawline.
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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.”
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Morbius (2022)
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The tact of truth
Warning : angst
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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.
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Sony keeps making the most unintentionally gay superhero movies for no fucking reason.
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Christmas Gift Post #2 Matt Smith Character Collage Pack!
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Visiting
Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown / Milo Couple - Lucien Milo X Reader Reader - Miss Y/n Y/l/n Rating - flirty + Cute Word Count - 3077
Y/n headed inside as usual, her blue heels clacking on the stone floor, she wore sheer black stockings, a blue plaid dress with a black belt, her silver locket, and her curls in a ponytail down her shoulder, she slipped off her black coat hanging it over her arm as she walks, Y/n had known Lucien for almost eighteen years now and very much had a blank reaction to his wealth given she had known him for so long before he had it, after knowing each other so long little secrets existed between them, much like siblings even if there was a .... tension both knew had been their since their early teens.
Lucien chucked from his chair as he sat receiving another of his many daily treatments, “You’re late,”
"Sorry Milo, had to get through your sixteen waves of security," she joked, she called him Milo simply because everyone else she knew did and even if it wasn’t his name it was more what he was referred to as.
Lucien smirked when he saw her. "Ah, it's always so hard to avoid them. They're almost too good at their jobs." He joked back with a devious smirk. He moved the needles off of his body and sat up to look at her better. "You look quite lovely today." He complimented her with a charming smile, eyeing her up as usual.
"Do I?" she asked fixing her hair a little as she tossed her jacket on the empty chair "I had a job interview today, Do I look employable?" she asked smoothing her dress and putting her hands on her hips to pose a little,
Lucien chuckled his eyes ran up and down her body in a very obvious manner to look at her properly, then met her eyes again with an amused smirk. "Oh, you definitely look very, very employable." He said with a charming tone, and then gestured for her to come closer to him instead with a smirk. "Come closer, I want to see you better."
Y/n rolled her eyes and came over to his chair, she breifly rested her hand on his arm in a comforting way, as she crouches by the chair but as she does she secretly checked his pulse, her eyes met his and she smiled, for a moment the snarky playfulness gone "You feeling okay?"
Lucien definitely noticed her checking his pulse, but he didn't tell her that he noticed, as it was something she did everytime she was around him, he secretly liked it, but like a true stubborn man, would never verbally admit it. He smiled back a bit as she asked him the question, and hummed thinking for a moment, he knew he wasn't okay, but he decided to pretend that he was to not worry her. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine." He lied, but his voice and expression made it seem like he was telling the truth.
Y/n breifly smiled sensing he was lying to her but she didn't push it, "Good, Ohh I spoke to Micheal this morning," she smiled as she got up going to make him some tea,
Lucien's expression darkened a little bit when she mentioned Michael, and he looked away, not responding for a moment as he felt a pang of anger at the mention of his name, but he tried not to show it. "Mmm, did you now?" He responded with some irritation in his voice, trying to act indifferent. He was angry at him again, and he didn’t want to worry her by telling her why.
"He's shipping off elsewhere again, wouldn't tell me where as usual," she chuckled as she brought Lucien a cup of warm tea just how he liked it, and she rested her hands softly on his shoulders and her chin on his head as she stands behind him, "But... He is 'distracted'," she playfully cooes,
Lucien sighed at the news of Michael leaving, of course he wouldn't tell her, he's secretive like that, he's like a walking mystery. He relaxed a bit as she placed her chin on his head and her hands on his shoulders, it definitely made him feel a bit better when she touched him like that, and he couldn't deny that. "Distracted by what?" Lucien asked, taking a sip of tea.
"Martine," she cooed "Young girl in his office, apparently has him very distracted," she chuckled
"A girl..." He mumbled, his mouth feeling a little bit dry suddenly at that thought. He took another sip of tea to ease the sudden tension and feeling from his dry throat.
"It'll be good for him, poor guys so focused in that damn lab he needs someone to talk to"
Lucien's jealousy does not subside at the idea Michael of all people was getting female attention, in fact, it seemed to only make it worse. He felt a pang of dread in his chest at the thought. He tried to act as indifferent and casual as possible. "A girl, huh? Yeah, I suppose someone should distract him from his lab work." He tried to say in an indifferent tone, but his jaw was clenched as he said it.
Y/n chuckled "I'm sure you had a pretty girl wondering around you'd be distracted too Milo," she chuckled grabbing her lipstick and compact from her handbag giving it a small touch up,
Lucien definitely would not entertain the idea of some girl wandering around him, well, unless it was Y/n, he was very possessive of that girl. He felt a pang of irritation at the notion of a girl that wasn’t her having the same effect on him as she did. He watched her put some lipstick on, trying to avoid looking at her red lips, but failing. "Ha," he huffed, pretending to think the idea was ridiculous. "Me, distracted by a girl? I doubt that."
Y/n finished with her lipstick setting it back in her bag, and coming back over sitting on the arm of his chair looking at him and giving his hair a slight adjustment, "What you reading today?" she asked glancing to the pile of books on his table,
Lucien definitely enjoyed the fact that she came to sit and gave his hair a slight adjustment, it gave him a nice tingly feeling in his chest, but he tried not to show how much he liked it. He looked over to the pile of books on his table and hummed in thought. "Some medical journals, nothing too interesting." He responded, grabbing the nearest one and flicking to a page and skimming through some of the text. He was only pretending to look interested in it, since he was much more distracted by her sitting next to him.
"Alright," she chuckled "If your happy, I suppose,"
Lucien rolled his eyes at her, she definitely knew that he was pretending to read the journal. He put the journal down and looked up at her, a smirk slowly forming on his face. He reached a hand up and wrapped his fingers around a strand of her curls and twirled it with his finger, playing with it. "And if I'm not happy?" He asked, his usual playful and charming tone had returned to his voice just by being in her presence.
"Then you should be doing whatever does make you happy," she smiled,
Lucien chuckled and continued to twirl her curl around his finger, his smirk growing as he looked at her, enjoying the feeling of the silky hair between his fingers. A thought crossed his mind, and his smirk turned into more of a sly grin as he came up with an idea."And what if you make me happy?" He asked her, looking at her in a way that almost made him look like he was undressing her with his eyes. A classic Lucien look.
Y/n rolled her eyes a little at his look "You make me happy too," she cooed "If I could sit here all day and just take care of you or even just keep you company I would, But I need to get a new job I've been out of work way too long." she explained "And for the fourteen time, It's a fantasic offer but I'm not moving in to one of this sixteen bedrooms,"
Lucien watched with amusement as she started refusing to move into his mansion yet again. Every. Single. Time. She always mentioned about getting a new job or mentioned money, he would offer her a room, and she always refused. This has been going on for years, and she STILL hasn't agreed. "Oh, come on, why won't you move in?" He asked with a smirk, his fingers still playing with her curl. "It's the perfect offer. You won't have to worry about rent, you can live in a mansion, you won't have to work."
"I can't, its far too generous. it's your money I don't have any right to it." she explained "I know you want me here, the issue is I know you'd want to give me everything, A Suite of my own, free food, free heat, light, power, water, free use of the mansion, pool, and god knows what else. And I would feel so bad all the time if I was taking up so much space and so much of your money." she explained "And I wouldn't have my own money, how would I pay for my phone, make up, clothes?"
Lucien sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as she protested and listed all the reasons why she wouldn't move in. He knew all of these reasons by heart at this point, he had heard them a hundred times. He knew she was stubborn and too prideful to accept help, but he didn't like it, he wanted to take care of her, but she didn't let him. "First of all, how about you stop worrying about taking up space or taking all my money. You're not taking up space. You're not taking all my money." he cooed, "Secondly, as I said before, I could cover ANYTHING you could possibly need. You wouldn't have to worry about a thing. If you want a new phone? You got it. You want new clothes? You got it. You want a new car? You got it." He said, listing off the things he would happily give her without question. "And you wouldn't have to work either. You could come and go as you please. You basically have free range of the whole place. Why won't you accept this?"
Y/n sighed "... Because what if I get used to it..." she said her meaning obvious "If I have all this, I... I could get used to it and then... if something... happened to you, I'd be right back were I started"
Lucien's expression softened when she mentioned the 'if something happened to him' part. He didn't like the idea of that happening one bit, he was in denial that he very well could end up dead sooner than he should due to his condition, and the idea of leaving her at the start line was a horrible thought. He sighed in frustration, but his frustration wasn't directed at her, it was directed at himself. "Y/n, that's not going to happen. And even if it did, I'd-." He shut his mouth before he could finish that sentence. He clenched his jaw, he had been seconds away from saying that he had a will in place and that she would be left with everything, but he knew she would definitely protest against that. So he didn't finish that sentence, he knew it wouldn't change her mind. "Look, you don't have to worry about any of that." He said with false reassurance. He knew deep down that anything could happen at anytime, and he could be six feet under in a matter of days, but he didn't want to think about that, and he definitely didn't want her thinking about it either.
She sighed once more her eyes meeting his again "Would it make you happy?"
Lucien stared at her, his expression softened more and he smiled a little at her question. If he was being completely honest, it would make him very happy to have her living with him, it would actually make him overjoyed. "Yes, it would make me VERY happy." He said, and although he wasn't being completely truthful, and he wasn't telling her just how happy it would make him, his eyes made the answer obvious. He WANTED her to move in, really badly.
"Alright," she agreed "But a small room milo." she quickly said even if she knew it was pointless, Lucien was going to give her the best suite in his mansion, better then his own if possible and she knew there was little she could do to change his mind on that fact
Lucien almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, she agreed? Was this actually happening? He couldn't stop a big smile from forming on his face, he looked almost like a boy on Christmas day who had just been given the biggest gift he could possibly ask for. As she asked for a small room, he quickly started shaking his head. "Y/n, darling, you are not getting a small room. You're getting one of my best suites in this whole damn place and that is the last I'll hear of it."Lucien reached out and grabbed her by the waist moving her onto his thigh as she playfully squealed, but relaxed leaning against his chest, after all they had been freinds so long that this wasn't really something to be concerned over, she'd sat in his lap thousands of times
"There's no talking you out of this is there?" she sighed
Lucien chuckled he wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned back against his chest, his expression very smug as he had her there. He hummed in mock thought as she asked him if he could be talked out of it. "Nope." He quickly responded, his smirk growing. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and leaned in to speak into her ear. "There's no talking me out of anything when it comes to you."
"Fine, at least have some restrictions, as I can only use the pool on Tuesdays or only the bar on Saturdays,"
Lucien chuckled and hummed in thought, he liked the sound of those restrictions. The thought of her in a swimsuit in the pool on a Tuesday? Or her sitting at the bar on a Saturday in a nice dress or something. That was definitely something he could get on board with. "I don't know about that... those are some pretty strict rules..." He teased jokingly, he definitely had no intention of putting any restrictions on her, she would have free rein over the place, it was going to be her home now too.
"Fine! but I'm doing my own laundry, I don't need the maids to take care of me,"
Lucien chuckled again and rolled his eyes a little at her comment about doing her own laundry. He knew this was a lost cause, she was very stubborn. He leant his head on her shoulder and spoke in a sly tone, trying to persuade her into having the maids take care of her laundry. "Darling, why would you do your own laundry and wash it yourself when you could have the maids take care of it for you?"
"Cause I feel rude handing a nice lady all my dirty clothes for her to wash,"
Lucien chuckled at her response. Typical her. She was always so nice and polite, it was one of the many reasons he loved her. He leant his head on her shoulder again as he continued, his arms tightening around her waist. "they're maids. That's their job, to literally take care of the house work, you won't be rude by having them wash your clothes."
"Fine" she sighed knowing there was no point in arguing with him
Lucien smiled victoriously at her conceding. He knew he would get her to give in eventually, and it didn't take much arguing. He loved the fact that she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. "There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased, moving one hand to gently pat her thigh.
"I suppose not, so? when I move in am I to be expected to come and wake you every morning with pancakes and tea?" she joked
Lucien smiled warmly at the joke, he remembered those times in the hospital vividly, and those times that she would come every morning and bring him tea and pancakes, or whatever she'd managed to smuggle into the hospital. He laughed and gave her thigh a playful squeeze. "Of course." He replied, his tone playful and sarcastic. "That's exactly what I'm expecting from you. That, and massages and everything. Got it, darling?"
"Breakfast, massages, anything else? cause I'm not giving you baths and dressing you Milo your a big boy you can do that yourself" she chuckled "You want that level of help you need to hire a nurse... and I am not qualified."
Lucien let out another playful chuckle as she mentioned that she wouldn't be giving him baths or dressing him. To be honest, the idea of her giving him a bath did sound nice, but he quickly decided to not mention that. "Yes, yes, I know, I was just teasing you." He said with a smirk. "And as much as I'd love to hire a nurse, you're much more enjoyable to have around than a nurse,” He chuckled again, she would actually be perfect as a nurse. She already showed so much care and kindness to him, she was kind, she was patient, she was gentle, and she was very pretty. If he thought about it, if she was ever a nurse, he would’ve been very tempted to purposely get injured all the time just so she’d tend to his injuries and give him medicine. He pushed the thought away, and leant his head on her shoulder again. "Seriously though, darling, thank you for agreeing to move in."
"Thank you for letting me" she smiled sweetly giving his temple a small kiss
Lucien smiled warmly when she kissed his temple. He loved the way she always showed affection like that, even though they were just friends. Although deep down, he secretly wanted them to be more than just friends, he didn’t think she felt the same, so he didn’t bother to make a move. "You’re welcome. It’s going to be a pleasure to have you living here.”
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Anyone has any Milo/Lucien fic recommendations then please tag me in those. I am withering without any content 😞😫😭
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UGHK that scene where Michael and Martine are kissing and the camera cuts to Milo just staring at them from a bridge with disgust smeared across his face
Like IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIM
HE SHOULD BE THERE BY HIS SIDE
THEY SHOULD BE MAKING OUT ON A ROOFTOP
the only two vampires in existence and they aren't having gay sex? MILO CMON MAN
Honnestly tho it reminds me so much of thoschei NOT JUST BECAUSE MATT SMITH PLAYS MILO but because one) massive break up/they're rivals(and/or both) and 2)they're obviously incredibly gay for each other but neither wants to admit it/they do they just hate the other too much to do anything about it
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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 :)
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October 28, 2023
Happy 41 Birthday to Matt Smith.
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