Oct 17, 2023
i know we all love vampire jon but how about vampire martin 🧛
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i know we all love vampire jon but how about vampire martin 🧛
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Vampire! Martin au where the HOK has to keep him fed while still trying to help save the world
Because the dear @signoraviolettavalery was craving some vampire!bojan content I continued this little (well not little anymore oops) snippet of Jan and his long hair
Yesssss! Bojan feels so guilty for not noticing but also is so grateful for Jure and how Jan can open up to him. To someone that is not above him in standing (although technical he still would be probably because I think the older brides have more "power")
And the dress thing yes yes yes
A day late, here's my ficlet for @tmaappreciationweek Day 3: Alternate Universe. It's inspired by this tumblr post
Jon's had several centuries now to come to terms with both his immortality and his all-encompassing but unrequited infatuation with one Martin Blackwood. The immortality, you can imagine, was much easier to grasp. When he was a boy, his grandmother had told him tales of the bloodsucking monsters in the hills, and Jon had the misfortune to not properly believe her and be full of unquenchable curiosity. He'd mostly abided by her rules as a child, having had one close call that instead claimed a neighbor, but in adulthood, he had found an excuse to travel into the hills in search of something or other for his village—he can't even remember properly anymore. Going on a thousand years later, he's still paying for it. He supposes that's why he's madly in love with Martin, a kind of exquisite cosmic torture for his sins. He'll love this man until the end of time and crave a kind of intimacy he cannot have that surpasses the cravings for blood. Chalking most of the negative things in his very long life up to paying for his sins has become so standard that, the moment he recognizes his handwriting in a display case, he immediately wonders if this will finally be the moment he's earned forgiveness for his foolishness as a young man. Jon and Martin had met up for their usual Saturday afternoon excursion, this time revisiting a museum to see a new exhibit on Victorian era letters and documents. Martin had joked as they walked in that he hoped he'd see one of his early poems here, since he'd lost a whole wooden box of them during a move a hundred years ago. They've been wandering slowly through the exhibit, Martin's arm looped through Jon's in the casual way they've developed, and have recognized the handwriting of a few other vampires they've come to know, but so far, none of Martin's poems. Until they come across Jon's handwriting instead. "Jon?" Martin asks, using his free hand to point to it. "That's…that's your—" He trails off, eyes glued to the words on the aged page. It's a letter Jon thought he'd burned over 150 years ago, and what little color his skin carries now is flushed away as he remembers the agony under which he'd penned it. He and Martin had spent the day at the World's Fair, much like this day at the museum, and there had been a moment when one of Jon's remarks had been returned by Martin with such affection that Jon had dared to hope. He wrote all of his burning feelings out on the page and determined to give it to Martin on their next meeting. The exact words Martin had said that made Jon hold back the letter have been forgotten now, but Jon remembers the coldness that spread through his limbs as Martin made a remark about the solidity and dependability of their friendship. Jon had never given the letter over. And now, it's here, his own handwriting laying him bare in this very public space. "That's—that's me," Martin is whispering now, getting closer to the display to read the words again, his expression hungry. Then he turns to Jon, eyes wide. "Jon, what…?" Jon takes a deep breath, even as meaningless as oxygen is for his system now, but nothing comes out of his mouth. He tries a few times, opening and closing it, and he scrutinizes Martin's expression as he does so. He has absolutely no idea what's going on in his friend's mind, and terror takes root in his soul. Is he about to lose his best friend? "All this time, and you've never told me?" Martin finally breaks the silence, stepping close to Jon. "You really felt that way?" Jon nods, a lump in his throat now. "D-do you…" At least seeing an opening, Jon dives into it headfirst. "I have loved you for hundreds of years," he says softly, taking a step to fill the decreasing gap between them. "How could I not, Martin?" Martin, eyes wide and flashing, smiles brightly back. "You idiot," he says, and then leans down to kiss Jon.
Yeah hi different anon, but that one nape kissing prompt that other guy sent got the wheels in my brain spinning and now all I'm thinking about is jonmartin au where martins a vampire and he just feeds on jon occasionally, specifically the nape of his neck.
VAMPIRE MARTIN??? ANON YOU ARE BRILLIANT
now the wheels in MY brain are turning. vampire!martin and human!jon.................
martin can't go out in the sunlight, so jon starts working in the archives at night so their schedules line up
martin swears up and down that he would never hurt jon (but still thinks that jon is afraid of him), and is honestly shocked (almost to the point of tears) when jon gives him an open invitation to his flat
jon sits for hours listening to martin tell stories about the decades he's lived through, even when martin gets embarrassed because he thinks he's been talking for too long (shouldn't a human be bored by now? it's been 8 hours)
martin knits jon scarves to cover his bite marks with
and of course something supernatural threatens jon and his typically chill, passive boyfriend turns into a coldblooded, fury-driven killer at the drop of a hat 😌
yeah anon thank you for this it will consume my every waking moment for the next 5-7 business days
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me: shows @touchyourblood the new Jure photos
her: wow, Martin chose well
me: wow for a second I completely forgot about our vampire AU but now that you mentioned it Martin did choose well also Martin's under that blanket in that one photo
This piece for the Rusty Quill Big Bang is insane AU and absolutely fun
A world where the End won?
Where Martin is a vampire?
Where nine-year-old Jonathan Sims has been suspiciously overlooked, though he's clearly affiliated with the Eye, and is about to be sacrificed?
And Martin saved him on orders from the End, but there's... a problem.
The Fingers - soulless corpses, reanimated by the Will of The End (psst it's Oliver Banks), are coming after Jon to kill him.
Martin's trying to deal with this on his own, but the sun hasn't set, and it's a problem.
So Mike Crew gets involved.
That ass.
#
Martin is not having trouble.
Really.
Maybe a little.
It would help if the sun were all the way down, but it isn’t, and he can’t really wear his glasses while moving like this or the damn things will fall off (and Sasha will absolutely murder him if she has to make them a fourth time).
The problem is the Fingers can’t be killed.
They can be dismembered, knocked some distance away, set on fire, dragged behind a horse…
He’s done a lot of things to them over the years with absolutely zero regret. Normally, knocking them off the damned Winding Path would be enough.
Not this time. Whatever order they were given carried more will than usual, and they just keep coming back.
“Will you stay down?” he snaps at the latest one that just climbed at impossible speed back up the Winding Path, hands digging into the rock like clay.
They don’t, of course. They can’t even understand him.
“What’s so - ” He grabs one that tackled him from behind, whips it overhead, hurls it as far into the ocean as he can - "special about - ” One tackles him around the knees, and they both go over.
He doesn’t want to deal with the Vast's ocean right now (Mike will immediately know, and that just guarantees never-ending teasing), so he tears the Finger’s arms off and flies back up, letting it fall below.
“What is your deal?” Martin shouts at them, though he’s really shouting at Oliver, and though he really has no idea if Oliver can genuinely hear through these things or not.
More of them climb back up. The wounds he gave them, terrible though they be, are terribly healing at terrible speed, and he sighs. At least none of them were smart enough to actually do him ha-
And then they are grabbed.
Grabbed by nothing, grabbed by air, grabbed by something that makes them all seem so small and far away.
From the climbing ones to the rushing ones, all the Fingers - fully without expression -are dropped, at once, from impossible, eye-bleeding height into bottomless and churning sea.
Martin sighs. “I had it.”
Mike lands.
He lands with power. He lands with a flourish. He lands with a little crack of lightning, because he’s an asshole, and that’s what assholes do.
He lands with a smirk Martin is about ready to knock right off his gob.
“Uh-huh,” Mike says, inelegantly.
Martin’s sigh carries a growl this time.
It only makes Mike's smirk worse. "That's two dates you owe me," says Mike, because of course, he's keeping track.
[Image Description: Martin Blackwood kneading dough on a wooden countertop, against a pale yellow background. Martin is a fat man with pale skin, brown eyes, and curly red hair. He is wearing a pale blue t-shirt and blue jeans beneath a white apron, and has a black ring on the middle finger of his right hand. Red hair is visible along the backs of his bare arms. He is smiling and looking directly at the viewer. End ID]
My first piece for the Rusty Quill Big Bang hosted by @pilesofnonsense ! This is for inyw21’s fic In Which a Vampire Goes to College and Finds Love. Please read her sweet and fluffy piece about Vampire!Martin finding new friends and a queer-platonic partner while navigating culinary school and his part-time library job. (Also, both Jon and Martin are aroace in this, which I thought was cool!)
second piece