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ink-and-blood-goddess · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Prompts (Lucien Crown Prompt 9)

Requested by @evelina92-Lucien Crown / Prompt 6 💞

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

Warnings: Nothing but tooth rotting fluff (little angst)

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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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shuichiakainx · 6 months

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Matt is too adorable in this photo 🥺🧡

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multific · 1 year

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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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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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The first violin plays

Warning : fluff, comfort,

Summary : A news story changes the course of a symphny. A heart can be touched. Feelings and heartbeats are the sign of nervousness of the person you love. A meeting with realizations and maybe new feelings. And a question that can and maybe will change the course of your mind again.

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The message was true from Michael? Irritated, she let go of her blanket and picked up her phone. She opened it and read the message. Good morning, my dear coffee-bringer. I hope I didn't wake you up ;) I wanted to ask you now that you are a member of our morally questionable experiments if you would like to meet our founders? she read the message and beamed with joy. She quickly answered in the affirmative before slipping out of bed and finally making her coffee.

She was happy to have a midday shift and therefore had to leave later. The coffee that was finally in her possession tasted soothing in the morning. Even though she remembered the encounter with the unknown man. It was strange and yet she thought it was just coincidence, didn't she? She took another sip before going to her record player. She put on a record and soon the classical music sounded to her ears. It was soothing.

Returning to the table, she had breakfast before turning on the news. In her new city, however, it remained quiet, and she was relieved. She had heard strange stories about aliens and even about an ominous superhero with spider abilities. Although it sounded extremely bizarre both stories especially that such a thing should exist.

Inwardly, however, she was not so eager to meet these two ominous heroes or perhaps villains. Turning away from the television with a glance at the clock, she rose before she began to change her clothes.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was nervous. She had never seen Michael in civilian clothes before. She wondered what he would wear. Especially since they would be going to her boss's office together. She pictured Michael in a black shirt.

It would match his hair and highlight his beautiful blue eyes. The pale skin would harmonize with the beautiful eyes. He seemed perfect. At first she thought of something provocative, perhaps a little too provocative. But then it occurred to her that she would see her boss, so she went in a simpler direction.

Grab her important things she wanted to go out when she suddenly warned her a message on her cell phone. ,, Look out of the window" it said and confused she raised an eyebrow. She went to the window that faced the street and looked out. Only when she looked down did she see Michael leaning on his crutches against a black limousine. ,, What the hell," she muttered before hurrying down to the sidewalk.

There she almost did not believe her eyes, she had not mistaken. Michael stood in his usual black hooded jacket leaning against the limo. She knew that he preferred this jacket she was not blind he did not seem to like his body very much.

What was hidden under it, however, she could not quite say. ,, Where did you get a limousine ? " it came out of her and Michael came up to her. ,, In case you haven't noticed, I'm a doctor, I won a Nobel Prize, but I turned it down, and I'm in more than just a high position. But I have to admit that it's not mine," he said with a smile before opening the door for her.

She felt how she couldn't get her slight grin off her face. She also felt her heart beating fast with a slight nervousness. She saw that behind the tinted window the driver was looking at her, but he didn't seem to notice her. Or at least he didn't seem to be looking at her.

She was feeling slightly uncomfortable, the limo had tinted windows and it was relatively dim in the car. Y/n was jolted out of her uneasiness when Michael sat down next to her.

Only the place in the middle remained free against which he leaned his crutches. Michael told the driver where to go before the car started moving.

At that point, she felt Michael's blue eyes on her, which she could see in the darkened window. ,, Are you nervous?" he asked and Y/n looked at Michael. ,, I mean, he's our boss," she admitted, smiling nervously. Michael nodded understandably as if he wanted to do something. Almost cautiously he raised his hand and put it on her shoulder for a short moment.

Y/n was wearing a white blouse and she could feel his cold touch. As quickly as she felt his hand on her shoulder, Michael took it back.

It was short, but her heart calmed down a bit. ,,Have you met him before?" she asked to break the silence. Michael smiled briefly, ,, I'll just say we've had a few run-ins," he admitted, holding back a smirk.

She was slightly confused, but it seemed to make sense to her since Michael had turned down the Nobel Prize. The ride didn't take too long and Y/n noticed that they were leaving the mediocre neighborhoods.

The quarter of the rich and super-rich stretched out in front of them. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the huge building through the windows. ,,Wow, that's-". ,, Immpressive?" Michael finished her sentence after they stopped. Y/n got out of the car and made a special effort to open the door for Michael. ,, Thank you ," he told her before the two of them walked side by side.

Of course at a leisurely pace because of Michael. ,, Did you take your blood?" she dared to ask, not knowing if she could allow herself to do so. ,, Yes I did mom, I got dressed and made myself some coffee" he grumbled playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes. As they stood in front of the front door she felt awkward.

Michael seemed calm and even pleased to meet the multimillionaire. After they rang the doorbell, to their surprise, an older man in doctor's clothing opened the door. ,, Michael, I thought we wouldn't see each other," he said knowingly, his hand resting on the man's shoulder. ,, Are you going to stay a little longer?". ,, No, he got his dose. How is yours?" the stranger answered the questions before his eyes remained fixed on Y/n. ,, I am Nicholas Morbius," he said kindly and held out his hand.

It was warm, not cold like Michael's, and yet Y/n was moved. ,, I am Y/n, a colleague of Michael. Excuse me for asking, but are you related?" she asked, and Michael's brief pained look escaped her.

,, No, not really, I sort of raised Michael and Loxias," he said and Michael smiled. ,, I have other patients waiting for me, if you'll excuse me," the older man said and walked past the two of them. ,, I hope to see you again. That goes for both of you" he told them before he left. ,, That was a lie". ,,What?". ,, He doesn't have to go anywhere, our dear boss is his only patient" said Michael and Y/n couldn't quite interpret his tone. ,, Please, after you," he said, pointing to the door that led inside. She went inside and noticed Michael closing the door. She could not get out of her amazement.

The presence seemed already big from the outside, but from the inside it seemed even bigger. ,, This is really impressive," she admitted, and Michael followed her gaze. ,, Yes, when you have the money and spend a lot of time at home, you end up with such a bad taste!" he suddenly shouted into the house and Y/n felt her fear rise briefly.

I'll be out of a job before the first week, she thought bitterly, but followed Michael upstairs. Michael scowled at the stairs, but although there was certainly an elevator, he didn't seem to want to take one. She gave herself a jolt and stepped a little closer to him before wordlessly grabbing his arm and hooking herself to stabilize him.

,, Sometimes I wonder which one of us is the doctor," he said gratefully before the two of them began to walk slowly upstairs. Her heart was beating fast both from nervousness to be so close to Michael and to meet her boss. They had made it up the stairs before she opened up the top floor in front of them. She eluded Michael, not wanting to hurt him on a helpless level. She probably couldn't even imagine what he must have been through.

They went into a kind of living room and lounge. Michael promptly sat down in an armchair and began to take off his black raincoat, which was also a cape, after he had leaned his crutches against it. This time, however, she left it at that, not to look too conspicuously.

Once for the sake of her nerves and fantasies as well as for the sake of Michael's feelings. She didn't really know what to do, so she looked around the room. It was quite large and had a balcony, a fireplace, many pictures and one or two stuffed animals.

On the table were a parr magazines and on the sofa must have recently seen someone because a small indentation to see was true. Her eyes briefly stopped at the beautifully crafted dresser. She saw the whiseky decanter which completed the picture of the rich millonary.

A cliché or more meaningful?

,, So you think my taste is bad, Michael?" came a cool voice from the hallway and Y/n saw the letter of dismissal coming in. But when she heard another noise and another one, she dared to look at her boss.

Since the sounds of Michael's crutches seemed familiar, ,, I don't believe it. What are you doing here?" he suddenly blurted out and his cool demeanor seemed to evaporate. ,, I'm Y/n and I'm here to see Loxia's Crown with Michael" she answered and the man with the crutches started to giggle.

Which turned into a loud laugh with a glance at Michael who seemed to be very confused. ,, I knew I should have looked at the reports," he said to himself before sitting down on the couch. ,, Wait, can someone explain to me how you know each other?" Michael interrupted the nameless man and Y/n gradually saw the light. ,, You are...my boss?" she asked and would have preferred to sink into the ground. ,, To answer yours, yes Y/n I am your boss but please call me Milo or if you really want to Loxias" he paused for a moment and looked at Michael, the corners of his mouth going up again.

He cleared his throat playfully and looked at him apologetically. ,, Sorry, I saved her from a falling Bag of coffee " he admitted with a smile and Y/n felt ashamed, Not because it was her boss no, when I said it, it didn't even sound heroic.

A bag of coffee. ,, We talked for a while and then went our separate ways and now we're here," he finished his explanation, looking back and forth between the two. Y/n's eyes kept lingering on the robe he was wearing, which hung slightly too loosely on his body. It probably cost more than their rent for a year anyway.

Michael looked visibly confused, but seemed to slowly grasp it somehow. ,,Another topic, what are you both here for?" Milo changed the subject and his eyes showed an interested look. ,, There is a cure, Milo, we found it last night," Michael said freely, Milo's mind drained of all emotion before he moved a little closer. ,, Is it ready, can I take it?" came hastily from his lips and his fingers clasped a pillow. ,, No, it has to be tested on... me first and that's where you come in". ,, I understand that research must be financed. It's morally wrong and maybe deadly.

How much do you need, I'll give you everything". The matter seemed to be finished for Milo and Y/n couldn't believe how quickly the two of them had settled it. ,,Thank you, I appreciate it".

,, Say thank you only when the cure is ready" he agreed differently and Milo leaned against the sofa. Silence fell between the three of them, even if the two men seemed satisfied with the short talk. ,, Do you really think my interior is ugly?" Milo suddenly muttered, closing his eyes, and the two men burst into a short laugh. " You also seem to be connected to something," Y/n thought as she watched them. Took itself however before this question wan other times to answer.

They spent time at Milo's house until early afternoon before both she and Michael had to return. ,, I'll send you everything else then," Michael said to his longest friend and brother. ,, I hope to see you more often and in a situation where I don't have to save you again," he called after Y/n and Michael, who both shook their heads with a smile. ,, That was quicker than I thought," she heard Michael say in the limo and she agreed with him. They decided to go straight to the hospital instead of dropping Y/n off, it would be easier for both of them.

When the limo stopped, Y/n was about to rush out and help Michael when she felt his cold touching hand on hers. He gently stopped her from opening the door. ,, Y/n, I wanted to ask you something," he started and the symphony began. Her heart beat fast and she felt slightly warm.

They suddenly seemed so close. She knew it was something important, Michael always knew what he wanted and should say. But now he even seemed embarrassed if not nervous, even if she could say that about herself. ,, If your shift is over today, do you want to go out to dinner with me tonight?" he finally asked and it took all of Y/n's effort not to start screaming. ,, Yes, I'd love to," she answered and a smile formed on her lips. She felt her heart beating fast with joy and excitement.

Michael detached himself from her, but gave her a slight smile. Before he allowed her to get out and their eyes met again. ,, I'll pick you up around nine o'clock" he asked and Y/n answered in the affirmative. Then silence reigned and as if on cue, both their devices beeped due to a patient or incident. ,, I should go now. I'm sure we'll see each other again," she said hastily before Y/n went into the building almost in a hurry and made a small sound of joy.

Michael Morbius is going to eat with you your crush your love is going to eat with you she heard her own excited voice while changing and couldn't get the grin off her face.

Only when her eyes fell on the file of Michael's report did it go out slightly. There is a cure, he won't die, her own voice said, and she prayed that it would work if they did their Illeagle action. She closed the closet and grabbed a few more things before starting her shift. Always with a smile as soon as she thought about going to dinner with Michael Morbius.

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morbingtime · 2 years

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Morbius

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 7 months

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Milo(Lucian) X Reader: I see red

Watched Morbius and of course i went and fell for the villan

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, handjob, dirty talk, cum eating, face fucking, blood drinking(he is a vampire), insecurity.

Word Count: 2,1K

You’d always loved Milo. Even though you knew you didn’t have forever with him your heart couldn’t help but fall for the man. Milo hadn’t been handed the best cards, he wasn’t a lucky man but at least he had Morbius. Well he used to have Morbius. As the years had passed Milo and Morbius had grown apart. They were still good friends and Milo knew he could count on Morbius for anything but the more the doctor stayed at the lab the farther away it seemed their meetings would be. Milo blamed Martine for the distance. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The two doctors seemed to be growing more and more intimate as the days passed. You wondered if Martine had told Morbius about how she felt. It wasn't an easy task, you knew that all too well.

Milo didn’t know about your love for him. You'd never talked to him about how you felt. There was never a good time for that type of conversation. When he wasn’t busy handling something for Morbius he was stuck in bed due to his sickness. Besides you weren’t certain he’d believe you anyway. Milo had this idea, a really stupid one, that he wasn’t attractive. Girls didn’t usually hit on him when he went out and he’d somehow linked that to his appearance.

“No one wants to be with a sick man.”

He’d blurted that out one night on your walk. You’d almost told him how you felt but the nerves had gotten the best of you. You didn't want him to think you pitied him because you didn't. You loved him like this and you’d love him even if he was different. Not that you’d ever expect him to change. Not in a drastic way anyway.

You made your way through the hall going towards the kitchen. You placed the bags from the market on the counter as you called out Milo's name.

“They didn’t have burger patties so I had to settle for ground beef. Okay?”

No answer. You frowned at the silence, your eyes scanning the room for signs that Milo was home. Your gaze fell onto his cane on the floor. Milo couldn’t leave the house without his cane which meant he was here. But where exactly was he?

You heard a thumping sound above you, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. The sound was coming from Milo's room. You walked over to the elevator pushing the button to the second floor. You tapped your foot against the metal floor, fingers moving on your thighs as you waited for the doors to open. The second they did the sound of music became louder. You moved towards Milos' room knocking at the door before entering. Light streamed into the bedroom from the closet. What in the world was he doing?

“Milo what’s with the….”

Your body froze at the closet door, eyes widening at the sight before you. You watched Milo dance around with his eyes closed. Your eyes scanned his body, curiosity filling your mind as you realized the way Milo looked. He looked healthy. Truly healthy. Not “on a good day” sort of healthy. Running a marathon kind of healthy. Where did all those muscles come from?

Milo opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror but instead his gaze fell on your reflection. Your mouth was slightly parted and there was this unusual look in your eyes. He felt an urge to cover his body, his subconscious telling him to hide himself from you. But then he caught the way your eyes moved over his body. You liked it. You liked the way he looked. The moment he realized that his chest puffed up drawing more attention to his chiseled body and causing your breath to speed up. Milo called out your name, moving slowly towards you. You watched him make his way to you with ease.

“Milo your leg.”

“Neat isn't it?”

He gave a small spin stopping a few steps away from you. Your eyes raked over his body, stopping on the smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong darling? Don’t like my new look?”

“I always liked the way you look.”

The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them causing you to place a hand over your mouth as Milo’s eyebrows quirked up.

“Is that so?”

The truth is Milo had always felt something for you but he never acted on it. He never thought you saw him as anything other than the sick teeanger you’d met years ago. But now, watching the way your breath sped up the closer he got to you and the way your tongue peaked out to wet your lips every once in a while, he could tell he’d been wrong.

“How is this possible? I mean how did you-”

“Shh darling.”

Milo placed a hand on your cheek moving some stray hairs behind your years.

“How doesn't matter now. The “what” is far more important?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven't felt this strong…well…ever. So I'm curious as to what I can do. If you know what I mean.”

You swallowed dry as Milo leaned his face closer to you, his lips almost touching yours.

“And I was wondering….”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted to help me find out?”

“Fuck yes.”

You wrapped your arms around Milos neck pulling him down into a passionate kiss. His hands snaked down your body settling on your ass with a harsh squeeze. You groaned into his mouth, your legs moving up to wrap themselves around Milos waist. He tugged you up with ease. Your hips brushed against his hard on causing him to let out a moan.

“Where do you want me to fuck you darling here or in my bed?”

“Bed please.”

“Such a polite thing ei?”

Milo kicked open the doors making his way to his bed. You let out a small gasp when he threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly. You pushed yourself onto your elbows watching as Milo moved to unbuckle his pants.

“Let me.”

The man glanced down at you with a grin which you returned. You shuffled yourself to the edge of the bed accepting Milos extended hand. Once you’d gotten to your feet you moved out of the way forcing Milo to turn around and take your place. He followed your directions, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly. You got on your knees before him, your hands working on his belt. You reached into his pants cupping his dick in your hand for a moment before pulling down his underwear. His dick sprung up and you drooled at the sight. Milos slender frame had given you the impression he would have a slim cock but you had been wrong. His dick was thick and long. You glanced up at Milo being greeted with a worried look.

“Milo, I can't believe you’ve been hiding this beauty from me.”

“You like it? It’s not too-uh-small or anything.”

You let out a laugh. Bless this man.

“It’s perfect.”

Before Milo could retaliate you wrapped your mouth around his dick. Milo’s hands went straight to your head gripping your hair to ground himself.

“Ah fuck-ugh-good fucking girl…shit.”

“That good huh?”

“Don’t know how long I've wanted you darling.”

“Yeah? Should have told me. I’ve been touching myself to the thought of you for the past four years.”

“Good lord-ugh!”

You opened your mouth as much as you could, taking Milos dick as deep as possible as you told your tongue around his shaft.

“I wanted to-uhm-fuck you at that-fuck-stupid benefit party.”

You’d never taken Milo for a talker during sex but you didn't mind it. You hummed around his dick signalling to him you were listening and causing him to buck his hips.

“You wore that fucking black dress…ah ugh…could see every fucking curve.”

You remembered the dress he was talking about. You still had it in your closet. You’d have to remember to wear it again. You removed your lips from Milos dick replacing them with your hands.

“If you’d told me I would have let you. There was a wonderful little counter in the bathroom we could have used.”

“Dirty girl.”

“Like you’re any better.”

“Oh you have no idea.”

There was a sombre tone in Milo's voice but you chose to ignore it. Your hands moved faster against Milos dick making him moans grow louder. You could tell he was close to cumming so you decided to take him in your mouth once again. After one particular suck Milo called out your name and you felt his seed spilling down your throat. You removed your lips from his dick swallowing before sticking your tongue out proudly to show Milo what you did.

“You’re going to be the death of me darling.”

He wiped the spit from the corner of your mouth before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“You turn, pretty girl.”

You and Milo had been going at it for hours. His stamina seemed to be everlasting. Your hands latch onto Milos back as he thrusts into you, his arms caging you beneath his body. He's going at a brutal speed, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body prepares for another orgasm. You are so close but before you reach your high Milos thrusts start to sputter. You open your eyes to look at him expecting him to look at you with a teasing grin or a cocky smirk but he doesn’t. In fact his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Milo?”

“Shit…i”

“What is it?”

“Darling i…fuck not now.”

“Milo what is it? Talk to me.”

Milo raises his head to look at you and you're startled by the way he looks. The healthy glow he’s had up until now is completely gone. He looks like he usually does: pale and tired.You can feel Milos leg shaking next to yours.

“I need i…”

“Tell me. Lucian, tell me what you need dear.”

“Blood.”

“What?”

“I need blood.”

You thought you’d heard him wrong but the way his face twisted when he repeated the word shows you you’d understood correctly. You should have freaked out. That would have been the correct response. But when it came to Milo you never seemed to have a clear head. Milo's leg gave out beneath him causing his body to fall into you, his lips touching your neck. You felt him open his mouth, his tongue lapping over your vein before closing it abruptly

“No. Not her.”

“Lucian…”

“It’s okay, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

You stayed silent for a movement trying to make up your mind.

“Take mine.”

“What?”

“My blood. Take my blood.”

Milo's body begged him to listen to you but his mind stopped him from taking action. If he lost control he’d suck you dry and he couldn’t deal with that risk. Not when you meant so much to him.

“I’m not in control i could hurt-

“No you won’t. You never would.”

Milo raised his head to look into your eyes seeing the certainty in them. You trusted him. You truly did.

“Take what you need. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Milo hesitated for a moment before leaning down so that his mouth was on your neck. He could hear your heart beating and could feel every twinge of your muscles. Your perfume was strong against his nostrils but the smell went away as soon as his teeth pierced into your skin. You let out a yelp, your nails latching onto Milo’s back as he sucked your neck. You could feel the blood leaving your body, the feeling making you dizzy.

Your blood was the best thing Milo had tasted in his entire life. It tasted exactly like he imagined you would: sweet and silky. He lost himself in the pleasure, his hips rutting against you as his strength returned to him. You called out his name forcing him to detach himself from your neck. This time when your eyes fell onto his face the healthy glow was present once again. Your neck felt tender and your body had gone slightly limp but you forgot all about it once Milo started thrusting against you at a brutal pace once more. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You came with a shout of Milo's name. He followed short after, spilling his seed into your cunt.

You knew something wasn’t right, normal people don’t drink blood and get strong. But that was a problem for later. Right now you had to focus on getting your body to come back to earth.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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LOST PRIVILEGE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: @stiingrayyyy

Fandom(s): Morbius (2022)

Pairing(s): Michael Morbius x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Angst, angst with a happy ending

Notes: This also takes place after the Morbius film.

PART TWO TO “LIKE A KNIFE”

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You don’t know why you were waiting for a call.

Maybe a call telling you he was sorry.

A call explaining why he was acting this way.

A call telling you he loved you.

But there was nothing.

There was still radio silence two weeks after your official but unofficial breakup with Michael.

Which you supposed was to be expected. Michael was the one who pushed you away. So why should you expect him to be the one coming back to you? But you wouldn’t be the one crawling back to his feet, begging him to take you back. That would be just stupid.

Plus, you were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities. You couldn’t just leave that behind because Michael decided to break your heart.

But you knew that just made you bitter.

Your phone rang, and you picked it up without thinking or looking at the screen.

“Hello?” You say, and your name spoken through the receiver has you almost dropping your wine glass. It’s late at night, and you thought you could indulge yourself in some alcohol before bed. It wasn’t like you had work tomorrow, given it’s Saturday.

“Morbius?” You whisper and hear a relieved sigh,

“It’s me.” He says simply, and you grip the wine glass in your hand tighter.

“I’m hanging up.” You say and hear the panic in his voice when he replies.

“Wait, don’t—”

You click the end call button and almost immediately see Michael’s face light up on your screen. The picture makes your heart ache. He had surprised you with a surprise trip to Europe, and you were kissing him in front of the Eiffel Tower.

You declined the call again. But when your phone lit up for the third time, you hesitated. Was something wrong? Why else would he be calling you so much?

So you pick up.

“What do you want, Morbius?” You say curtly, and the relief is palpable in his voice.

“Don’t hang up, please.” He says softly, and you set your wine glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” You say bitterly and can practically imagine him running his free hand through his hair.

“You have every right to. I hurt you.” He says, guilt heavy in his tone.

You almost scoff,

“You did. You scared me, Morbius. So what do you want?” You ask and hear him swallow audibly.

“I want to meet you. Only if you want. I want to talk about everything. You deserve an explanation.” He says, and you straighten up.

“Why explain now? Why couldn’t you explain when I came to see you two weeks ago?” You snap, and he’s silent for a moment.

“Just—please.” Is all he says, and against your will, your heart breaks at the wavering tone in his voice.

“Alright.” You say quietly and hang up with a click.

He texts you the address to a park just down the street from your apartment and asks to meet at nine o’clock PM. You glance at the clock on your phone. Eight-thirty, you’d have to leave in ten minutes, but Michael’s office AND apartment were on the other side of the city. There was no way he’d make it in time.

But, surprisingly, he’s waiting precisely at nine o’clock. So you walk up to the bench he’s at at the agreed meeting time and sit down, pulling your purse into your lap as you watch the cars pass. The park is empty, and the streetlights illuminate the area in a harsh orange glow.

“Martine and Milo are both dead.” He starts, and you whip to look at him, mouth dropping open slightly in shock. Martine had been one of your closest friends and confidants. She had been one of the people rooting for you and Michael.

And Milo… Well, he was a bit odd, but he was friendly and constantly teased Michael about his relationship with you. He was like a brother to Michael. They loved each other as siblings would.

“H—how? When? Were they murdered?” Your questions tumbled out one after the other until you bit your tongue to keep from speaking. Then, finally, Michael leaned his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

“Milo murdered Martine. And I killed Milo.” He whispered, and you recoiled as if slapped.

“I—I don’t understand.” You reply, and he looks at you. His eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks like he’s about to cry.

“You know when you came to see me? My face changed?” He asked, and you nodded, tightening your grip on your purse. You had nightmares about the face he had made. The blood-red eyes and the fangs… It reminded you of a monster.

“I remember.” You say quietly, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“I developed a new treatment in an attempt to cure my blood disease. I spliced DNA from vampire bats and created a serum. It worked… But it turned me into this.” He said and gestured to his body.

“What do you mean? Turned you into what?” You ask, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I can’t live without consuming blood. I tried drinking the artificial blood I created, but it doesn’t work anymore. I need… well, I need human blood now.” He says finally, and you have to stop from recoiling.

“You’re a vampire now?” You blurt, and he huffs out a laugh,

“I guess in a way.” He says and turns on the bench to face you. You almost pull away.

Almost. But something tells you to wait, and so you do.

Michael reaches forward with a hesitant hand and takes yours in his. His hands are much larger than yours. He watches your fingers entwined with his with some sort of longing.

It made you hurt.

It made your heart ache and constrict in your chest.

“You called me Morbius on the phone.” He says suddenly, and you blink at the sudden change in conversation.

“I figured I lost the privilege to call you Michael.” You whisper, and his face twists in pain. He looks completely and utterly heartbroken.

“You never lost that.” He replies and places his free hand on your cheek. His hands are rough and calloused. They aren’t a surgeon's hands anymore. They’re fighting hands.

You lean into his touch, reaching up to cradle his hand with your own.

“I—I don’t know if I can forgive you, Michael. At least not yet.” You say, and he nods. You take a breath. “But I’d like to start over. Fresh. Build something new.” You finish, and his eyes brighten, hope sparkling in those deep depths that you loved so much.

“Okay.” He says, and you smile.

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munchflix · 2 years

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MUNCHFLIX - MORBIUS

IMDB BLURB: Biochemist Michael Morbius tries to cure himself of a rare blood disease, but he inadvertently infects himself with a form of vampirism instead.

WARNINGS: blood, violence, slow mo, nipples, darkness.

RATING: It's morbin' time.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

A NOTE: I know. I know. We’re pariahs for even watching this, but it’s what we DO. Now you don’t have to.

Munch: Happy Birthday Biscuits! It's almost your birthday and we're punishing you with watching Morbius! This seems very timely, given the memes. Plus it's our job to review shitty movies, so....I can't believe I'm paying money for this shit. But for once, Munch gets to go in blind!

Biscuits: We're hopping on the morb train. The meme bandwagon. The Morbus to Morbtown. Fun story! I wanted to see this movie. I was like - well Jared Leto is in it but you know....maybe it'll be like the Venom movies, not good but fun!

M: Morbius said bisexual pride? Those are the bi colors. Well that was loud. Cerra De La Muerte, why is it always some island of the fucking dead? How many islands of the dead are there? A helichopper is here, and Dr. Morb, looking very morb.

B: He looks like Jesus.

M: Don't give Jared Leto any more ideas.

An overwhelming number of bats.

B: That's not true, bats don't just mob and murder large animals.

M: Dr. Morb holds up his bloody hand and the bats just come out of fucking nowhere, there's like a brazillian of them. And now it's MORBIN TIME. But first, his back story. Back 25 years ago before the morbing.

B: He was a young, sickly boy.

M: Holy shit it's Jared Harris. This is going to become a running joke. Morb has a blood disease. He's....infected. Needs regular oil changes. Biscuits once again suckin' down margarita like it's going out of style.

B: Oh shit, Milo is dead! He's fucking dead! Oh morb is super smart and knows how to fix the IV machine because he's got big brains. And the kid just instantly gets back up. He's fine. The doctor wants him to go to a school for gifted kids.

M: This sounds vaguely familiar. Like x men. And harry potter. We still don't know who Milo is. Lucien who just almost died is now getting his ass handed to him by some juvenile delinquents. Is his name Milo or fucking Lucien??? They keep calling him both. Morbo is now all grown up and he graduated stupid young and I have no idea what this has to do with Milo.

B: This backstory is as chopped up as...I don't know.

M: Morby is still pretty sickly looking though. He refused the ‘noble’ prize. Oh Milo is the benefactor to all these weirdo experiments. Morbo has a ton of bats. He's gonna use vampire bats dna to cure his weird blood disease. Oh he's gonna inject a mouse. That mouse is gonna MORB. Science always goes so fast in movies. The mouse is deadski.

B: What was supposed to happen to the mouse? It gets morbed? To save my best friend Milo who I shared 45 seconds of screen time with! Now the little girl is dying. Get this girl 100cc's of....drugs!

M: So they put her in a coma. Because you know. Science. Oh the mouse is fine. It came back.

B: Got morbed. Now he's gonna morb this poor sick child.

M: Oh damn we get to see Milo again. He's still sick. Jared Harris is still here. He hasn't aged a day despite everyone else aging 25 years.

B: Is that the guy who played Dr. Who?

M: Yep. Milo Who.

B: Milo just straight up rejected him. No bitches for Morbius. You up for a little morbin? Love is one thing, morbin...that's another. Now a callback to 10 minutes ago.

Michael Morbius & Milo, aka the M&Ms

M: Morbius is morbin up some dna in international waters where it's totally legal.

B: The biggest thing in this movie right now is that the pacing is going at BREAKNECK speed, everything is so poorly established. They did do a good job of making Morbius look on the brink of death because I am expecting Jared Leto to fucking die at any given moment. Oh NIPPLES, NIPPLES!

M: Oh my god.

B: Oh they're putting it in his spine AHHHHHHHH. You've never had a needle in your spine, I have! AHHHHHH. He's very skinny, but when he morbs he's gonna get so jacked. His nipples will be fully engorged.

M: You can't say things like that and expect me not to put it in there. Things are getting kinky, they have to tie Morbo down while he morbs. He's having a seizure or something. The lights will flicker on and off. He's unstrapped, he was just strapped down.

B: The seedy boat dude is down here checking on Morbius but he's bad because he disrespects women. They're doing delicate celibate research.

M: Morbo is now not on the table. He's hanging from the fucking ceiling making howler monkey noises. They shoot at him, but it's too late, he's MORBED. Oh my god, he looks hysterical. He ate that guy and how he's destroying shit.

B: Like Venom, he doesn't like noises. That woman just got pushed and she fell unconscious. Oh shit BULLET TIME. It's like the matrix! It looks bad. It does look like the source material but it shouldn't.

M: I don't even know what's happening. Morbo morbed and is killing fucking everyone.

B: He's going on a complete murderous morbius rampage. It feels like the whole movie has happened already.

M: Morbo wakes up and he's going back to being...human.

B: See he's buff! And he's got HUGE TITTIES. Did you see how big his titties are???

M: You're killing me. You are titty obsessed.

(Dib: What does LGBT stand for?? Leto got big titties??)

Biscuits is a proud member of the LGBT community.

B: *dies laughing* Morbius has to make sure his girlfriend is okay. He can hear her heartbeat because he's part bat.

M: I hope he's part sailor because he's got to get that boat back to land. Oh he's gonna Mayday it. Oh by the way you MURDERED everyone. Might wanna not be there when the cops show up. Oh the FBI is here. Doctor girl is in a coma just from getting pushed over. Morbo left an origami calling card though. Which was dumb.

B: Milo is like - that sounds like my ex boyfriend Morbius, he used to do that shit all the time. We used to Morb. Morbius is visiting his girlfriend in a coma. Whoops, sorry. My bad.

M: Oh the effects are wearing off. He's doing the stanky leg. He's gotta KEEP MORBIN. Despite the horrific side effects of murdering everyone. He's gotta get some blood.

B: He's using a pouch of blood like a fucking capri sun. Like a goddamn go gurt. He's doing math to figure out how often he needs to eat blood.

M: Morbius is like - well I'm a vampire but I'm really strong and I have huge tits so.....

B: Jared Leto is not a good actor. He's gonna vibe with his bat friends.

M: BATS DON'T MOB AND KILL PEOPLE. It doesn't happen. Oh he's got echolocation too. Oh this effect is so....so incredible. Wow. I can't even describe for our home audience how cool that was. The fake blood is only keeping him good for six hours, that's pretty bad.

B: Kids, don't do Morb. Milo shows up where Morbo has left all of his research carefully unguarded. He's locked himself in a cage to contain himself. He's writing BLOOD on the wall.

M: Milo has said Michael like 80 times.

B: Milo tries to pet him like a dog, lol. Milo is just like - HEY YOU'RE STRONG NOW.

Morbs do not appreciate being petted.

M: Nevermind all the sweating and blood drinking and shit. Milo is the one bankrolling this shit. Milo just wants the morb juice, damn the consequences. He wants big titties. I think Dib called it. Milo is gonna go get the morb juice and become the bad guy.

B: Dr woman is alive and concious. She doesn't know anything. She was dead at the time.

M: Is the FBI really suggesting that it looks like a vampire did this?

B: This is the MCU, they've seen weirder. But where is Dr. Morbius? Did he kill those people? Find out the next episode of Mighty Morbin Power Rangers.

M: We are not even halfway through!

B: HOW??? Again, the pacing of this movie is genuinely jarring. I don't know if it was the director or the writers or what but it's like being on a rollercoaster with pieces of the track missing.

M: Oh I guess he morbed out again and he's eating someone. Maybe. Might be Milo Morbin. Nobody notices that Morbius is suddenly tanned and jacked.

B: I'd smash that. Say what you will but I would hit that. Nobody notices how good he looks. Did he get some of that Captain America juice???

M: Oh the FBI found him. But his fake blood saved one of them. But they're like - hey you look pretty good for a guy who is mostly dead.

B: Did you do anything suspicious on that boat? Like turn into a vampire and eat a bunch of guys? He has beautiful eyes. I don't approve of anything he's said or done in his entire life but he's attractive. Morbius is gonna morb out and fight these dudes with his vampire powers. Oh he's got good leaps.

He’s neo-ing all over the place.

M: He's got a grab bag of powers that would make Wolverine Origins Deadpool jealous. The bullet time is my favorite one. Now he's in jail. But they let him journal. They brought holy water to the interrogation so apparently they believe he IS a vampire.

B: Well he's gotta be SOMETHING because they just saw him do like a 40 foot vertical leap.

M: That's fair. Morbius is like - well I might have killed some people but I'm not like other Morbs. Also I'm about to morb out right now. Please bring my bag of fake blood.

B: I'm starting to get hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.

M: Milo shows up pretending to be his lawyer. He's gonna be like - the only way to fix this is to give me the morb juice.

B: They're charging me with murder. Well you did kill people! You very much did kill people!

M: Ooh maybe Milo killed that woman. He stole the morb juice. He did bring him some stuff though.

B: He's not walking with his cane anymore, he totally did.

M: Now Morbo is gonna have to get out and take out his childhood bestie.

B: The movie is just like Jared Leto sweating simulator.

M: It's morbin time. Oh fucking SHIT. He's fucking breaking through a concrete wall, for fuck's sake. Oh he's doing BIG JUMPS now. Stops for a spiderman style moment on top of a building. Oh and he's got like super hearing. Oh yeah Milo is definitely a vampire. We are halfway through this movie.

B: I don't understand what is happening??? Was this movie obliterated on the editing floor or was this how it was supposed to be??

M: What the fuck is the rest of the movie???

B: Jared Leto being sweaty.

M: Milo is like - hey it's cool.

B: Milo's supervillian arc happened so fast. I don't even have a word for how nonsensical this movie's pacing is. Milo has Black Canary's sonic scream. Vampire wrestling match in the subway. The trail effect is kinda hokey.

M: I'm not sure public is the best place for this conversation. Morbo is still wearing prison orange. Milo kills the cops who shows up and even more amazing effects. He fortnite dances. MICHEAAAAAAL.

B: Hey Mikey....Mikey baby...honey.

M: The rest of this movie is just slow mo effects shots. I don't think this is supposed to be funny but it really is. I don't even know what's happening to Jesus Morbius right now. Oh he's fucking FLYING. Just...flying. In the subway. I....I don't....

He’s playin’ the base and I’m FLYIN!

B: Not sure about that one, chief.

M: Milo is gonna go after doctor girl. To make Morbo mad I guess.

B: She's so important to this movie and I'm so invested in her arc. She's reading about how Morbius is wanted for murder but he's on the bus with her. Milo is using his science for EVIL.

M: Now they're in a diner. The issue is, when the fake blood stops working, I morb out. It's kinda bad. Some counterfeiters try to give a woman fake money after she knows it's fake.

B: Morbo is gonna go exact justice. They just counterfeited! I'm not sure they deserve to get fucking murdered.

M: This is the important counterfeiter arc. Is this really happening? We need to slow down the movie RIGHT NOW for this shit.

B: They're trying to show that he's a tortured soul. He's an anti hero. You never know what he's gonna do!

M: He's gonna take their lab? It's for making fake money, not science.

B: I don't know how counterfeiting equipment is gonna help him do blood science.

M: He seriously just made a venom reference??

B: He's a loose cannon Morb on the edge.

M: How is there this much tech in a money lab. And now the Milo sexy dance sequence that is really happening. He's very pleased with his titties I guess. This is really happening. The spiderman dance sequence is now no longer the most hilariously awful dance sequence in a marvel movie.

B: They could have cut that and it would have made no difference. Why is that in here? Milo is creeping on women at the bar now.

M: Can vampires drink tequila? I'm so lost about what is even happening. They don't need to establish that he's a bad guy! We already did that! We know he's a vampire and he killed people! But now he's just out there....roaming around??

B: Scenes in a movie don't really need to like...go together or have any work up or connection, right? Just put em wherever! In whatever order! It doesn't matter. Now Dr. Lady and Milo BadGuy are at Michael's lab and Milo is like - I want to help Morbo, do you know where he is?

M: But she already knows he's a vampire so... I guess he's just gonna leave.

B: Her character is just so incredibly not important to this movie. M: We are 2/3rds of the way through. Now we gotta drag out the final confrontation for another half hour. The FBI doing some fine work here. Oh no Dr. Lady Woman got scratched and Morbius smells the good juice and he's trying not to morb out. I love the whole fucking ‘on red’ shit.

B: ‘On red’ sounds like a euphemism for getting your vampire period. They're having such deep conversation. I really feel the chemistry between these two. None of this would have happened if they cast Keanu Reeves. He also has nice titties. If you just need a dude with nice titties, there's lots of options.

M: Oh they're KISSING. But Milo is watching from 10 miles away because he can do that now. The FBI again doing really important work. They're probably the most interesting characters.

B: The CCTV seems to show a guy getting fucking eaten by a vampire. Because that's how that works and it's not grainy or anything.

M: Jared Harris is like oh no....vampires. Maybe he's gonna be like some sort of vampire mentor. Or he's just gonna die because Milo's gonna murder him. The movie has started dragging ass. Milo has daddy issues. Now there's a showdown with Jared Harris about liking Morbo more. And apparently he just knows Milo's a vampire and he's like - okay? Oh he dead. Milo is a terrible villian ffs.

B: His arc makes no sense.

M: Now more bullshit blood science because Morbo has to die a hero. But there's a big problem with your plan MORBO, because Milo is not dead.

B: He's gonna try to inject Milo first, I think.

M: Jared Harris isn't dead tho so he calls Morbo who of course runs to help him because he's dumb. You can't just walk into a hospital, Dr. Morbo. And he's dead.

B: OH NO HE'S DEAD. This character who had like two scenes in the entire movie. But Morbo has super good ears and he can hear Milo threatening his girlfriend and so he's gonna go out with full ugly vampire face on and echolocate himself some bitches.

No bitches? Try echolocation.

M: That's how echolocation works.

B: He's....soaring.

M: The flying shit fucking kills me, it's so funny. Dr. LadyWoman is dying.

B: Use her tasty blood to make you stronger. Everyone is dying in a ten minute timespan now. They could have cut half this movie out and replaced it with some shit that makes sense. He angry!

M: Can we please do the final showdown and end this?

B: I'm gonna have to take a massive shit in a few minutes so can we wrap this up?

M: Morbo is getting his ass kicked.

(Dib: He's gonna inject himself with the blood and make Milo drink him.)

M: Quit calling everything!

B: Wow this is a really well edited action sequence where I can definitely follow what's going on.

M: And not badly lit at all. Oh it's time for the MORBIUS SCREAM which apparently fucking summons bats???

B: Morbius sucks. He just got his ass handed to him.

M: Oh you've gotta be kidding me. Are the bats gonna like...resurrect him? Eat Milo?? What!??! This is inadvertently HILARIOUS. More slow mo. Morbo is fucking conducting the bats like it's a fucking orchestra. This is really happening. They're attacking Milo.

B: *sadly* Oh nooooo.

M: He injects Milo with the stuff.

B: Get morbed. Mikey...I thought we were bros, dude. All of our bro moments. Our broments.

M: Is this over yet? Milo's dead.

B: Fellas, is it gay to stab your homies goodnight?

M: The cops....again. Time to morb out. A comically large amount of bats and Morbius Neos the fuck out of there. But Dr. Girlfriend is gonna come back??

B: Did his bite morb her into a vampire? That's the end?? O....kay.....

M: In the after credit scene...Michael Keaton is here???? He just got like...portalled into a room.

B: What does he have to do with Morbius??? The multiverse thing???

M: I....don't know. I really like the bisexual lighting honestly but that's like...the only thing.

B: What...no Morbius rap song????

M: Closing thoughts?

B: This movie is a TRAINWRECK. It's kind of entertaining in it's badness. It's so insane. I don't know how much was the director or the writer or the editors but it feels like three different movies spliced together. Half of it feels like there's scenes that are missing and the other half feels like filler that should have been cut out. There's no screen time given to developing the characters, I don't even know the doctor's name. All I can say is it's just a disaster.

M: I think you put it perfectly with the first and second half bits. It's so incredibly paced, I can't even describe it. It's so insane. It's way too fast and then way too slow and then way too fast again and it makes NO SENSE at all. I was kinda entertained, I will admit. I think it's unintentionally hilarious, and honestly all the morbin' time memes are dead on. He just morbs and there's zero explanation for his random powers or why they show up and when, it's just completely random. The special effects are really...something. Matt Smith could not villain his way out of a wet paper bag.

B: It's Morbin.

(Dib: How am I supposed to go on with my life now, now that I've been morbed???)

M: Munch and Biscuits and sometimes Dib, Morbin' out.

#morbius #morbo #morbin'#it's morbin' time #morbo from my shows #michael morbius #matt smith #marvel #jared leto #munchflix #humor #funny #review #munchflower #biscuits #morbius meme

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ink-and-blood-goddess · 4 days

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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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shuichiakainx · 2 months

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they say home is where the heart is, but God I love Matt 💕

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ichabodcranemills · 2 years

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I've watched Morbius. It's not as bad as the internet had me believing, but it's pretty bad.

And the annoying thing is. It could be good?? The idea itself isn't awful, Matt Smith was genuinely good at it. And the Thoschei undertones????

Yeah yeah, you might think, you see a DW actor and a friendship turned enmity and you go ¡¡Thoschei!!. No. I am not exaggerating, the Thoschei vibes were extreme. There were so many lines that could've been pulled directly from a Thoschei speech.

So like, if they'd cut the crappy CGI, gave the Milo x Morbius friendship the weight it deserved, either embraced the camp or get rid of it, this could've been a fun little movie

#I am not kidding he literally says All I am is because of you #and there is DNA involved

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Hey there! I’m not a bot, so don’t worry lol. It’s just easier to copy and paste. Anyways, I’m currently looking for a few new partners willing to play M in M/F pairings. Some will involve ocs and some will be strictly canon characters! Most of what I want though are fandoms, but I do have a few fantasy-esque plots as well. I’m 24 and am most comfortable roleplaying with those 18+, so if you’re not that please don’t lie and tell me you are. I look for 60/40 of plot and smut, but that isn’t a hard limit, so we can always discuss further.

What I’m looking for are the following pairings, you would be playing the M role, which I’ll mark with these: ** and I’d be playing the F role.

**Kol Mikaelson** & Averie Forbes(OC) - Vampire Diaries

**Loki Laufeyson** & Eira Jarrledottir(OC) - MCU

**Steve Rogers** & Wanda Maximoff - MCU

**Charles Xavier** & Raven Darkholme - X-Men: First Class

**Billy Hargrove** & Kat Wheeler(OC) - Stranger Things

**Derek Hale** & Paige Krasikeva (Canon Divergent) - Teen Wolf

**Stiles Stilinski** & Lydia Martin - Teen Wolf

**Peter Pan** & Alara(OC) - OUAT or simply a mix of the book and film interpretations

**Ayato Sakamaki** & Yui Komori - Diabolik Lovers

**Inuyasha** & Kagome Higurashi - Inuyasha

**Sesshomaru** & Rin - Inuyasha

**Michael Morbius** & Female OC - Morbius (ask about this one)

**Milo** & Female OC -Morbius (ask about this one)

**Finnick Odair** & Annie Cresta - Hunger Games

**Tomoe** & Nanami Momozono - Kamisama Kiss

We can discuss rules, limits and triggers over discord if we decide to move forward, however there is one rule I’ll let you know of now since it puts some people off. I don’t double. I will gladly play multiple side characters, however I will not do one pairing in exchange for another (you playing my love interest and us doing a separate plot where I play yours). I find it hard to focus and they never end up fair in my experience. I hope that makes sense lol. If we get disconnected, or if you’d rather discuss there, my Discord is toxicdeliquency#7795

#submission #18+ rp #Vampire Diaries rp #mcu rp #X-Men: First Class rp #stranfer things rp #teen wolf rp #once upon a time rp #Diabolik Lovers rp #Inuyasha rp #Morbius rp #Hunger Games rp #Kamisama Kiss rp

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 11 months

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Masterlist

Hello hello finally got around to making a masterlist, hope yall enjoy

Masterlist Key

🥰=Fluff

🫣=Smut

🥲=Angst

Hannibal

Hannibal: An ethical issue 🫣

Hannibal: Us lonely few🫣🥰

Will: Nightcap 🥰🫣

Will: Academic Validation 🫣

Will/Hannibal: Saviors🥰🥲

Triple Frontier

Santi/Frankie: Two is better than one🫣🥰

Saltburn

Oliver: The birthday boy🫣

One Piece

Luffy: Love bites 🫣

Usopp: Shoot your shot 🫣 (request)

Sanji: Forbidden fruit 🫣

Good omens

Crowley: To love and be loved

Crowley X Aziraphale: Together

The last of us

Joel:A way to quiet the mind🫣

Joel and Tommy: Sharing is caring🫣

Joel: The things we do for those we love🥰

Joel: Tough guy act🥰🫣

The Marauders

Remus lupin: Late night whispers🥰

Remus Lupin:Bloddy Boggart🥰🥲

Remus Lupin : Mirror of erised🥰

Remus Lupin: The bet🥰

Sirius Black: The older brother pt1 🥰🫣

Sirius Black: The older brother pt2🥰🫣

Remus Lupin: The reunion🥲🥰🫣

Marvel

Eddie Brock: When you love something, you protect it🥰

Eddie Brock: Late night confessions🥰

Matt Murdock: When the world went quiet🥰

Matt Murdock: Safe and Sound🥰

Frank Castle: Spaghetti and Meatballs🥰🫣

Frank Castle: Dead Man walking🥰

Frank Castle: Bloody Savior🥰🫣

Frank Castle: The secrets we keep (request)🥰

Star Wars

Cassian Andor: Rescue Mission🥰

Cassian Andor: Hold me even if your hands are bloody

Poe Dameron: Stubborn to a fault🥰

Din Djarin: Another day🥰🥲

Din Djarin: Yours🥰

Din Djarin: Guilty Pleasure 🫣

Arcane

Slico: Revelations (There are 5 parts)🥰

Silco: The agreement (There are 2 parts)🥰

Silco: Unlikely alliance

Viktor: Guardian angel🥰

Viktor: Slow dancing in the dark (there are 2 parts)🥰

Midnight Mass

Sheriff Hassan: The new sheriff in town🥲

Sheriff Hassan: So this is the end🥰🥲

Avatar

Lo'ak: Reborn🥰

Neteyam: Reckless Behaviour🥰

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson: A helping hand🥰

Wednesday

Tyler: Not a monster, just done monstrous things

Xavier: Unrequited love🥲

Morbius

Milo(Lucian): I see red🫣

Milo (Lucian):You belong to me🫣

Milo(Lucian): Eternal (request)

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endofthelinegang · 2 years

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧/𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ milo/lucien x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the title tells many a fact

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my usual bullshit

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ characterization but cooler *hits button on speaker for cooler than me by mike posner*

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He is very much a looks man, he will pick little things out about your looks that he loves more than anything else. Like if you have any birthmarks, any freckles, any scars, dimples, lines, odd veins, or stretch marks. Any little thing that makes you look different from other people even if it’s as simple as your nose shape.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He would have a specific villain arc that involves family. Like first he would turn you into a living vampire then make sure your social status as a group stood high enough for his liking. By that point he would want kids, specifically in even numbers so 2 or 4, basically would want a powerful family with a powerful title. I mean he would have one of those huge fancy pictures over top of one of the couches in the living room of all of you.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He loves to be behind you, so he will pull you onto his lap, hands around the waist. In bed he will be the big spoon and just hold you like you’re a stuffed animal. He is constantly touching you regardless though because you are 100% is and physical affection is his love language.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Formal and fancy regardless of location, could literallly be an at home kind of night and he wants you dressed to the nines and wants everything decorated like you’re in a 5 star resturant. But most of the time he takes you out to either super empty fancy places or super crowded places to show you off. He’s always got you on his arm when you walk anywhere, and always gives you flowers.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my most prized possession.” You’re almost like a trophy to him that he treats exactly like that. Keeps you happy, keeps your life perfect, admires you, and keeps you close. There’s nothing that man wouldn’t do for you, but don’t get him wrong you do not wanna cross him or make him too upset.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He’s a true believer in love at first sight and you were the clarity he needed to know that his beliefs were right. He hadn’t even spoken a word to you but he was truly in love with you, he didn’t need to speak to you to even make up his mind.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

No, not really unless you’re having a bad day or don’t feel well. In that situation his gentleness would be in moving hair out of your face, holding you close but not too close, and kissing your forehad. I would consider the way he helps you out of the car or touches your arm delicate not really gentle. Because he barely even touches your hand when he guides you around to sit or get in and out vehicles. Other than that he’s pretty rough.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Fingers intertwined tightly together, I mean squeezing hard. But it doesn’t hurt it’s kind of nice. He just likes to keep a good hold on you and your hands are constatnly connected no matter what is going on.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

That you were absolutely perfect, no flaws and even if he found one he was sure that he could fix it easily.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

YES. That’s where the most of his food comes from. If anyone looks at you wrong, speaks to you in a way he finds flirtatious, gets too close to you, or even breaths towards you wrong they’re not getting out of the web they weaved and he gets himself a meal. It’s a win win for him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

He did, right after the first date he kissed you. He kisses hard, hand in the back of the hair, other hand on your waist or on your face. The most contact he can have he will have, he wants you incredibly close to him when he kisses you.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do but only after he puts everything on the table at once. I mean he gets upset it hasn’t happened yet but doesn’t wanna bring it up. So instead he makes a plan to give you the best date of your life, be the perfect gentleman, and see what you do. Of course his plan goes his way, but after that I love you is a common phrase between the two of you.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably the day you find out what he really is and don’t immdiately go running for the hills. Not only does that prove that you’re the perfect match for him but it also proves that you are worthy to be apart of his bigger plans.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Absolutely I don’t care if you’re materialisic or not he is going to spoil you everyday all the time no matter what. There’s nothing that is going to stop him from getting you everything all of the time. Even stuff you don’t see and call out or he sees you looking at.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Blue, just a nice clear and clean blue. A royal blue to be completely specific.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

My love, my darling, my angel, my beautiful (woman/man/person), my pretty (woman/man/person). He is all about pet names, they just sound wonderful to him and they roll off his tongue so nicely.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He has an old rich aesthetic when it comes to decorating or wearing clothes so I guess his overall vision of how he looks and the things he owns look.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Hunt, it’s easier to kill people that way when everyone’s vision is a little messy by the rain and everyone is paying much more attention to if they’re getting wet or not. He also loves to listen to music and just take a day to relax.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

His sadnesss turns into deep rooted anger really quickly, so rather than being burnt out he gets all fired up and has to work the aderenaline out. So sex, hunting, going somewhere really loud like a club, or blasting music in his own space and getting really into it helps him settle down. He isn’t fantastic with comfort so he tends to use gifts and small talk as a way to try and get you to not be sad.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He is a man who likes to put on a show per say, so a majority of what he talks about are future plans, but he will listen to you ramble and go on about anything you want without getting angry with you.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Music and alcohol mixed with light dancing. Lights on the down low, going from high energy to low energy. A good chaotic mix of the two for hours will do the job, while he normally likes to do these things on his own he will want you to join him every once in a while.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off?)

Literally everything, between his clothes, his home, his possessions, and you he is a show pony. But of course he is because he’s got it all and he is so proud.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

On top of a building, middle of the night (waits until the sky is exactly how he wants it to be), basically just tells you he’s bored and wants to show you something which isn’t unusual for him so you think nothing of it. But once you’re up there and you see how beautiful everything is and he sees that he pops the question.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Happy Together by The Turtles

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Absolutely this was a set in stone deal when you said yes to being his girlfriend let alone his wife. It was bound to happen, almost like signing a contract.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Either a persian cat or a manchester terrier, something that looks elegant.

#lucien crown x reader #lucien crown imagine #lucien crown x you #milo morbius x reader #milo morbius x you #milo morbius imagine #milo #milo x reader #milo imagine #morbius the living vampire #morbius #morbius fanfiction

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Assistance

Pairing: Michael Morbius x Reader Warnings: Blood, injury, death, some angst... A/N: So I just sat down with my legs sprawled in front of me and the faintest idea popped into my head and turned into this. Should I be concerned? Possibly. Will I change anything? No, it’s called the Creative Process™.

Thud!

Your body moved before your mind had time to register. You swiped at medication and ran, your feet carrying you around the corner where the sound had originated from. You saw Michael on the ground, trying to sit up again.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he said, trying to ease your worry as he grasped onto a crutch a little too tightly, seething between his teeth at the pain that suddenly filled him.

"You always say that," you told him as you began to load the shot with the painkiller medication. You were quick to act as you gave him the dosage, moving carefully and swiftly as you had been doing for years now.

You watched as his clutch slowly loosened, a breath leaving him as the pain began to subside. You brought a hand up to rest on his arm, "Better?"

He gave a slow nod, taking a moment to breathe before moving to stand again. You helped him to his feet, offering support as he needed it. He sat down on the closest chair, leaning back in silence.

You moved to sit next to him, rubbing his shoulder gently. "Thanks," he mumbled, something in his voice you could only describe as dismay.

You had been Michael's nurse for years now, close friends for longer. It was not an uncommon occurrence to have to get to his side and help him in times like this. You were used to being quick on your feet, tending to his needs as they came to support him.

"We should visit Nicholas and Milo today. Maybe get lunch?" you asked, hoping to lift his mood. He nodded and moved to stand to his feet with your help, although he still seemed a bit upset. You sighed, "You know... it's okay to need help sometimes."

"I know," he answered. His eyes darted between you and his crutches. "But there's a difference between sometimes and all the time." He walked away to get his bag, leaving you standing where you were as you ran a hand through your hair with a sigh.

"Beer, beer, and more beer," you frowned. You dug in the fridge in indignation, shaking your head as you huffed. You straightened your spine and turned to face the thugs circled around a table playing cards. "You know, this is great, guys. Do you even know what water is?"

Only one of them paid you any mind, but that was just a glance your way followed by a sneer. You rolled your eyes before looking again to search for the package of water that had been tossed carelessly to the floor. You grabbed a couple of bottles and huffed, "Real classy."

You turned to get back to the lab where Michael and Martine were currently located. You bypassed the security system before walking in again, raising the waters up for them to see. "Nice picks, Michael," you commented. "You've got some real gentlemen up there."

He smiled a little, glancing up at you as he spoke, "They don't need to be gentlemen, they just need to be protection. But if they hurt you, I'll go up there and swing a crutch at them. I'm sure that'll end well."

You offered a playful smirk, "My hero." You gave Martine a bottle as she thanked you and passed another to Michael. You walked over to him, placing a hand on his forehead. "Do you need another treatment?" you asked.

He shook his head as he raised up a vial, "No... it's done." You paused as you looked at him, your eyes on the vial in his pale, boney hand. You nodded and looked at Martine, who stood to her feet as well.

You all got to work as the vial was passed to you to do the honors. You held your breath, your eyes finding Michael's. He nodded slowly and you returned it, injecting him with the cure carefully, your hands as steady as ever with a little more effort than usual.

Martine was on his other side, helping him to lay back as you set the needle to the side. Michael let out a long sigh, "Can you buckle me up?"

You both worked to do just that, fastening the restraints around his arms and legs. "The moment of truth," he sighed before his body suddenly began to jerk. You wanted to make a quip about his dramatic comment, but could not seem to get the words out, your concern over him gripping you too tightly to speak.

If this did not work, Michael would die and you would lose him. But if you had not done it, you would have lost him to his sickness either way. It was a high risk, but it was a risk that had already been taken as soon as you injected him with the vial.

It would work. It had to work.

You sat at a desk with Martine, looking over Michael's vitals with her and tracking his progress. Martine glanced at Michael. "Do you think it'll work?" she asked in concern.

You looked back at him then before finding her eyes again, nodding with a sigh. "Hopefully, yeah," you answered. "He's strong. He's been through a lot, and he can handle this." She accepted your words, and you tried to do the same. You had a lot of faith in Michael, but that did not stop your worries from getting the best of you.

The door suddenly opened and you let out a sigh. "You shouldn't be down here," Martine told him without looking up.

The man disregarded her, "I can be wherever I want, nurse."

"Actually, it's doctor," you corrected him. "I'm the nurse, and you are somewhere you don't belong." You gave him a mockingly sweet smile before turning back to your work with a frown.

He kept walking forward, and she finally turned to look at him. "You're still the help, just like me." You rolled your eyes but kept working. Martine, on the other hand, was already fed up. "Get out," she told him sternly.

You all looked over when an alarm suddenly went off. You stood suddenly when you saw Michael gone from his place on the cot. You cautiously walked over, the two walking with you to the confinement area.

"Michael?" you called gently. Martine opened the door and you both stood by it, the thug pushing past the both of you to step further into the room. When you looked up, you suddenly saw Michael on the ceiling and took a step back.

He dropped to the floor, landing in a low crouch on the ground. His hair draped over his face, shielding it from you. The man stepped forward and raised his gun. "Don't shoot!" Martine yelled.

He did not listen, shooting at Michael despite the collective protests. A red flurry suddenly took Michael's place as the man was suddenly captured by him. You did not stay long enough to watch as you and Martine scurried out of the room with her closing the door behind you quickly.

You moved to catch your breath, looking through the glass as Michael's form rushed around the cell at an incomprehensible speed. Your attention was shifted as the mercenaries suddenly came bursting through the door, their guns drawn.

You and Martine began walking over, urging them to put away their weapons. But none of them listened, one of them even took the shoving her out of the way. She fell, hitting her head on something as she was immediately knocked out.

You tried to duck and take cover, knowing none of them were going to listen to your words. The glass from the containment cell shattered as Michael came flying out. The sounds that came from him were nothing if not inhuman, his heavy breaths more like animalistic growls.

You looked up at him and, for a moment, he looked back. His face, whatever you could see of it, was not the face you saw just about every day. It was reminiscent of a creature from a horror movie, still shrouded from view by his long hair. You let out a huff of a breath, your eyes blown wide in both fear and curiosity. Something settled inside of you in a very unsettling way, and you did not know what it was.

His attention was torn from you when gunfire picked up again. You had been distracted by the creature standing in Michael's place to take into account that you were still somewhat in the way of harm. A shout of pain ripped from your throat as two bullets suddenly lodged in your leg, wedging into your knee as the pain began to radiate all through your body.

The sharp, piercing pain was blinding as you reached to grasp your leg, holding it tight. Your head shot up, at the gasps and shouts of the mercenaries and thugs around you, quickly cut off by the grip of death.

The door shut and the remainder of the thugs locked you in the room with him. You cursed under your breath, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and ripping away at it for a strip of cloth that you tied above the wound to slow the bleeding.

Everything was suddenly too calm and you looked up again, seeing Michael's form hunched over a body. You watched him look over his shoulder at Martine, who was still unconscious on the floor, a huff escaping him.

Then his eyes found yours again, dark eyes that were no longer bright blue but deep red trailing down to see the blood beginning to pool from the wound. Your heart was pounding in your chest, going at a hundred beats per minutes as worry and fear gripped you. You sat helplessly as you watched him watch you.

Another animalistic growl left him, a loud snarling breath filling your ears. He launched himself at the door, beating it down in less than five hits. He ran out of the room too quickly for your eyes to follow.

Your eyes shot open, a gasp erupting from your throat as you came back to consciousness. You had not even realized you had passed out. Your eyes looked around you, your body not yet strong enough to sit up. Sterile walls surrounded you and you had to blink the brightness of the room out of your eyes.

Slowly, as your strength returned, you moved to sit up. You winced as you looked down at your legs covered with the thin blanket thrown over you. You removed the sheet to see the large bandage wrapped securely around your knee.

You stared at it for a few moments in shock, still trying to remembered what had happened before. You moved as well as you could to reach the end of the bed, grabbing your file from its place stationed at the end of your bed. Opening it quickly, you looked it over.

Your eyes scanned the file quickly, your breath stopping as you saw what your diagnosis had been. Everything slowly began to come back to you, the events of the things that happened on the boat returning to your mind.

You remembered Michael's "cure", and the mishap that turned into a terrible incident. You remembered being shot in your knee, having to treat yourself when you were as safe as you could have been. You remembered the heaviness of exhaustion creeping over you. You did not remember passing out and giving into sleep.

But how did you end up in the hospital?

As your eyes stared down at your file, you swallowed down the tears that threatened to spill from the words "permanent damage" written in your diagnosis. Your attention was torn from the file as the door opened. You expected a doctor, but found two men with coats and badges instead.

You set the file back down and sat back in your seat, your fingers fiddling together as you looked the two over. "Ms. Y/N Y/L/N?" the taller one with dark asked. "That's you, right?"

You nodded slowly, hesitantly. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so. I'm Detective Stroud. This is my partner, Agent Rodriguez," he said, motioning to the man next to him wearing glasses who gave a wave. You raised a brow, appearing as calm as you could in the presence of the agents. Stroud got the idea. "We're here to ask you a few questions. Do you think you could help us out?"

You shrugged, letting out another breath as you motioned for him to continue. "Do you remember how you got here?" Agent Rodriguez began, walking a little closer to his friend, and thus to you.

You shook you r head, "No, I don't."

"Well, do you remember what happened before you got here?" Stroud questioned.

Again, you shook your head, "Not much no. Why? What is this about?"

Stroud took a breath, "Thought so. Your friend, Ms. Bancroft, she didn't remember much either."

"Is Martine alright?" you asked quickly. "I remember she hit her head."

"Do you know how?" Rodriguez asked. "Because we have information that puts you and her in a boat in the middle of the ocean."

You glanced around yourself, as if taking in the room again, before shaking your head. "She fell and hit her head, I don't really remember what happened."

"What do you remember?" he asked.

You shrugged, "Nothing clearly." You hung closely to your lie. You would not give anything away if you could help it, and they could not force answers out of you.

Stroud spoke again, "We understand you are Dr. Michael Morbius' nurse, is that correct?"

You nodded, "Yes."

"Was he there with you on the boat? Is that why you were there?" he continued.

You let out a breath, knowing that you would have to end this interrogation soon before you were forced to give something up or look more guilty of something else. "Look, as I've been saying, I don't remember much of anything. I'm sure everything was kind of overshadowed by being shot and losing function of my leg. So forgive me if I'm a little forgetful."

Being shot was nothing compared to the fear you had witnessed on that boat. It was a wonder you were still alive, especially after the things they showed you, what they told you about what happened. They showed you grotesque photos of the mercenaries on that boat who died at the -hands of the primal, bloodthirsty version of Michael that you never thought you would see on anyone, much less your gentle doctor.

You put a staple in your amnesia story and were able to ward off the detectives. "Here's my card," Stroud said, dismay in his tone as he handed it over. "Contact me if something does come up."

You nodded as you grabbed the card from him. "Stick around," he said before heading to the door. You glanced back down at your heavily bandaged leg and sighed, "Don't think I have much of a choice."

The door closed and you were left to yourself again as you tossed the card in the trash bin without a second thought. You reached forward, running a hand over the white gauze put on so tightly that you could not even feel your knee underneath. A heavy sigh left you, a rattling feeling in your chest that shook your body. Your silent sobs came quicker than you had anticipated, but you were quick to wipe them away.

For a week, there was a lot going on over the news surrounding Michael and the "Vampire Murderer". You knew exactly what was going on, despite never leaving the hospital. You had not seen Michael since the incident on the boat, but you knew for a fact that Martine has. She told you herself.

She had come the first time to ask if he had graced you with his presence, to which you answered with a hesitant 'no'. She stuck around for a while to keep you company, knowing how much you hated being by yourself.

Also knowing that you had no one else outside work life. No family, only the friends you had found in Michael and his company.

Martine's second (and last) visit had been to catch you up on what she felt you needed to know. You were on that boat the same as her. You were just as much involved with this as she was. You knew about Milo, about his decision and the outcome of it. You knew about Michael's plan to deal with it. You were surprised Milo had not come for you, seeking some sort of council, or even just your company.

Both the vampires, as annoying of a word as it seemed to say, had kept their distance from you, and it was unnerving. All you wanted was to see Michael, to see for yourself that he was okay.

You were fairly certain he had visited you once, though. One time when you were asleep. You were certain you had smelled the familiar scent of his soap, heard his smooth voice talk to you while you were out. You had no other proof other than the pure intuition and instinct.

The more time he spent away from you and with Martine, the more confirmation you had of what you had always guessed and suspected throughout your years of knowing him. It did not hurt any less to know you were a second choice, a third wheel in their little game of beating around the bush. You had known him longer, cared for him longer, but she had his heart in the palm her hand.

You could only imagine the pain he felt when that had could no longer hold it.

You somehow felt it before it had reached the news, Martine's death. It came out on the news the same day you were discharged from the hospital. You thought now, for certain, that you would never see Michael again. Whether it was for some safety reason or simply a need to not be reminded of the past, you knew he would not come to see you again.

Or, that was what you thought.

You were back in your home, your own concoction of a disorganized mess that you had left behind in your packing for the trip. You had been more focused on keeping Michael's home tidy and his belongings in place that you had left yours in a whirlwind of freshly cleaned clothes, papers, and even some empty medication bottles abandoned on table tops.

You closed the door behind you, grasping your crutch tightly. You flipped on the light to illuminate the room that had been darkened by the night. You froze when you saw Michael standing by an open window, an intricately folded paper in his hand hovering over the table.

You let your bag fall to the floor and turned off the light again. Somehow, seeing him in the light created a feeling in your stomach that you wanted to run away from. His dark silhouette did not move, as you thought it would. You lingered there with your finger on the switch for another few moments as you tried to collect yourself before flipping it again.

Again, he stood there with his eyes watching you, those bright blue eyes that you missed. "Michael?" you asked, hobbling over with your crutch to get to him. You did not let him disappear as you let go of the crutch and wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to catch you so you did not fall to the floor.

His arms held you up, holding you tightly as a ghost of a smile lingered on his face. "You came back," you sighed, burying your face in his chest. "I thought you left."

He did not respond, although his arms did all the talking as they suddenly loosened, not enough to stop supporting, but enough for you to realize something. You pulled back slightly to look up at him, balancing on one of your legs to see him. You sighed, your shoulders slumping. "You were leaving..."

He looked down at the ground, bending over to pick up your crutch again as he handed it over. He grabbed your hand, his fingers stroking the back of it with a sigh. "It's not safe for me to stay."

You clenched your jaw slightly, looking down again. You wanted to be understanding, you wanted to just nod and agree that it was for the best, but you also did not want to do that at all as you shrugged lazily. "But it was safe enough for Martine."

His fingers stopped, his blue eyes still watching you. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. "That's different... Besides, look where that got her."

You nodded and pulled your hand from his grasp, returning it to your crutch as you began walking away to get a water bottle. "Yeah," you mumbled. He did not move from where he stood, watching you move away from him with a slight struggle to get around all the stuff.

You could feel the hints of pain sparking in your knee as you moved, gritting your teeth and ignoring it as you grabbed a bottle from your refrigerator. You leaned on the counter and took a sip from the bottle before shrugging, "Why are you here if you're leaving?"

He picked up the paper he had, which you could now see was in the shape of a bird, a stark contrast from the bats that he had kept in his lab. He gestured to you with it, "I was leaving this for you... I thought you should know why."

You let out another breath, moving to get back to him to take the note. As you took a couple steps around the corner, the pain in your knee grew as you bent down to grasp it. A whimper of pain left you as your good leg grew weak.

You lost control of your crutch and felt your legs give out as you fell. Michael was quick to catch you, not daring to let you hit the ground as he held you in his arms. Your back was pressed into him for support, your teeth clenched as the pain grew.

He set you down carefully and rushed to the painkillers you had always kept on hand for him. He was just as quick as you normally were with it, if not quicker, to give you the medication as he stuck the needle in your leg.

The pain began to relieve itself as you let out a long breath, your grasp on your leg loosening as your eyes found Michael's. His were clear with a sadness and understanding that made you want to cry. "Oh, how the tables have turned," you commented, your breath still heavy.

As you slowly collected yourself, you whispered to him, "Thanks... I guess I understand how it felt for you before now, huh?" A chuckle void of amusement escaped you as your eyes hesitantly found his again.

He looked down at his hands before moving to sit next to you a little more comfortably. "The roles are reversed, aren't they?" he asked gently. Another humorless chuckle left you and you could not help but lay your head on his shoulder.

Silence filled the room, the tension that was held before not as present. You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your thumbs as you whispered again, "Was it always like this for you?"

He glanced your way, moving to take your hand in his, "You get used to it." You looked at him, searching his eyes and finding an empathy that hurt you to see. You frowned, your voice cracking slightly. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he whispered tiny no's to you. You could have sworn you saw his eyes dart down to your lips, but you could have easily been imagining it. "Don't apologize," he told you just as softly.

You held your breath as you suddenly felt his fan over your face. Your lips parted and you stared at the bright blues you had gone without for a week, maybe longer. His hand on your face was warm, it felt vastly different from the boney feel of his hand before.

As you looked at him now, properly taking him in, the change he had gone through was drastic. His pale skin that you could trace his veins through was now tanned and healthy. His face was fuller, his whole body was. His dark hair was darker, moisturized and silky pulled into a messy bun. But his eyes... his eyes were the same bright blues you had known for years, although they held a shadow of the crimsons you had seen before on the ship.

He was just a healthier version of the man you had loved before, a man you still loved now, even despite what he had done, what he was going to do, and what he was now. Despite everything... you were still utterly in love with him.

Your faces were only inches apart, your slow breaths mingling as your eyes stared at his lips. You lingered there, a gravity pulling you closer as time slowed. Your lips never met, though. You pulled away, turning your head to the opposite side to limit the temptation.

You shook your head, raising a hand to your lips as your fingers traced them. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I know I'm not Martine..."

His brows furrowed as he beckoned you to look back at him, "What do you mean?"

A watery laugh left you as you turned to face him again, "Michael, I'm not blind... We all know... knew how you felt about her." You had to correct yourself. You knew there was no one left. Everyone was gone... everyone except him and you.

There was silence following your words and you looked down at your hands. Again, you twiddled your thumbs and sighed, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive. I just..." your gaze met his again. Your eyes met and you shrugged, swallowing hard, "I know that you had feelings for her--"

You were cut off by his lips crashing down on yours. He instantly stole your breath away as he kissed you, a hand on your cheek to keep you close. Your eyes fluttered closed and you reached a hand up to touch his wrist. After getting rid of your initial shock, you kissed him back and let out whatever breath you had left.

When the kiss broke, your eyes stayed closed for just a moment longer as your lips tingled. You shook your head, licking your lips as you slowly came back to your senses. You opened your eyes as Michael's voice washed over you.

"Y/N, I've always loved you. Martine was a close friend, and I loved her a such... but you have always held my heart," he admitted to you, tears behind his eyes that he tried not to shed. He rested his forehead against your own before moving to place a kiss to it. "I should have told you sooner... I just didn't want to bring you into a relationship haunted by death."

You shook your head, wiping your tears away before they could stain your cheeks. Burying your forehead in his chest, you let out a heavy breath, "I love you, too." You raised your head to face him again, pressing a hand to his cheek as you whispered, "Please stay. Don't go... I have no one else." A shaky breath left you, "You're all I have left."

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you back into him. There were no more words exchanged, just an understanding between you that held everything in place. A peace settled over you as you held to him and he, to you.

No one was leaving the other anytime soon, and you wanted to keep it that way.

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