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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 months

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The sunrise

warning : tiny angst, comfort, fluff, kissing, no use of Y/n

Jonathan Reid x fem!reader

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The sun would soon rise in the sky over London, allowing the city to breathe and, for a moment, restore its beauty. The nurse's gaze was both joyful and concerned as she looked to her doctor and love who stood opposite her. His gaze full of concentration as he tended to the last patient on his shift.

His night shift, which was every day, would be over by the time the sun came up. There was only one brief moment the two of them had together. The time when they met like two worlds.

When his darkness met the sun and their sun met his darkness. ,,That's it nurse Crane I'm going to call it a day" he announced to the older nurse who gave him an understandable look and said ,,You two take some time off and I'll see you on the next shift" before moving on to the next patient.

The concentration drained from his greyish green eyes as he looked to his love. A loving look settled into his eyes and she saw his lips twist into a small smile. She smiled back at him knowingly, looking forward to their kelin ritual.

He went ahead to the main hallway up the wooden stairs to his office. She followed him unobtrusively and was with him again when his office door closed. ,,I thought it would never end," he murmured and she heard his brief fear. She knew how attached he was to his patients, how he cherished them and held on to all of them.

She reached for his hand deathly cold and kissed it gently. She heard him smirk slightly, his hand resting on her cheek, both of them stained with light bloodstains, but it did not change her or his beauty. ,,Ready?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face before lifting her into his arms with ease.

He held her close and was infinitely grateful for her trust, her love for her whole being. ,,Ready," she replied, feeling the tingle and brief dizziness take her as he dissolved into dark smoke with her. How he slipped out of the room and only a blink of an eye later they found themselves on the roof of the hospital.

The sun was still behind the large church and its rays had not yet fully crossed the city. ,,Are you all right, my little flower?" he asked as he saw her clinging to him for a moment, grateful that in his vampire state he could catch her at any moment. ,,Yes...thank you," she murmured and gave him a look of assurance as she slipped out of his embrace.

She gave him a soft kiss and felt him longing for her, yet letting her. She carefully made her way to the chimney that was perched on top of the hospital. A few days ago, the two of them had used wooden planks to make a small seat for her to sit on.

While her love sat on the other side of the chimney, his hand reached behind him and clasped hers. He felt her warmth and her heartbeat. Took in her life. ,,It's almost time" she heard him murmur and even though he didn't have a heartbeat anymore since he died she felt his excitement.

It was there every time, the excitement of the sun that was deadly and painful to him. ,,I'm here Jonathan" her voice rang out and she knew he nodded, grateful to her before the sun rose over the church, bathing London in a bright warm light. ,,Describe her to me, please," he demanded, as he did every time, as Jonathan hid behind the stones as best he could, seeing only the beams that passed beside him. How he was torn knew that if he touched them he would only feel pain. ,,It is warm and bright.

Almost serene it covers everything making the roofs and alleys turn a golden yellow it's like being you...it's engaging and beautiful" she replied and felt him squeeze her hand out of love and affection. Closing her eyes and enjoying the sun, she continued to describe to him what the sun was like, describing to him everything he could no longer do.

Before he interrupted her words with just a few simple, ,,I love you" before suddenly appearing in front of her. ,,Jonathan!" she shouted his name in fear, wanting to jump up and somehow protect him from the sun with her body. But his long heavy leather coat and hat protected him.

For a brief moment. A moment he used to kiss her in the sunlight and pull her close to him. It didn't matter that the pain slowly became more and more unbearable as the light seemed to eat through the clothes.

To see her in the light of life was simply beautiful. ,,I love you too, my heart," she murmured as he went up in smoke from her embrace and disappeared into the shadows again. His hand reached for hers again and they let the moment pass. But they both knew that she would do her ritual again the next morning.

Until even his heart could no longer see the sun. She would be turned into a vampyr. They both walked only in the icy cold dead light of the moon. But until then, the sunrises seemed endless.

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@thefictionalgemini , @storiesundercandlelight ,@writerwithlowselfesteem-blog ,@sashadeusxxx ,@merry--jelly

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failedcabbage · 10 months

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hrngnn silly sketch of jonathan that i dont wanna post elsewhere 🕺

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ophierian-vp · 1 year

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storiesundercandlelight · 4 months

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Lemme seeee 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m definitely not as creative as you are but here’s a Jonathan x Reader NSFW idea 💙

How would Jonathan feel about having a student who has a crush on him? Idk maybe a medical student? Or a newly transformed progeny (not his) who he adopts?

Someone who genuinely tries to hide their crush for him out of respect but fails miserably.

Hope you’ve been well! Really missed you around Tumblr! ☺️✨

Thank you for the request! And for sticking around! I’m trying my best to post as many Vampyr fics as I can but sometimes life is… well life 🙈 I hope you enjoy!! Ps. I haven’t proof read so sorry if there’s mistakes!

Warnings: NSFW +18

The very idea was ludicrous to Jonathan. The very idea that his mind had even entertained the idea was surely a recipe for disaster.

Jonathan couldn’t help smile. He’d had his suspicions early on - the way you would without question carry out a task for him, how diligent you were with your work. The ideal student really.

He almost dismissed your subtle blushes and smiles as part of your character… almost. It was Elizabeth who had confirmed his suspicions regarding your feelings. Elizabeth’s friendship was easily mistaken for more when she had touched Jonathan’s arm, it was then he’d noticed the change, albeit subtle, on your face.

The disappointment had only lasted a few seconds at most, your professional intent quickly replacing the brief lapse in appearance. But he noticed.

He noticed because despite the fact that Jonathan too was trying to remain professional…he couldn’t help return what he hoped were feelings of more than colleagues, more than friendship.

The very idea of having any kind of relationship now - being the way he was - was something he hadn't thought about, but with a student? God above.

He had protested to no end when Edgar came to him with the notion of teaching students. "Jonathan, the hospital is understaffed, students are - and I hate to say it- cheap labour. And all too eager to please" It had made sense, Jonathan hated to admit it, but it did. He had spent days readying himself for all of the worst case scenarios, the very idea of teaching was, embarrassing to say the least.

The thought of so many young adults following Jonathan around for weeks was daunting, downright off putting. But this? These feelings he'd developed for you was something Jonathan never could have conjured up. Yet here he was - watching as you made your rounds. You were amongst the older students, old enough for it not to be out of the question, but still a good few years below Jonathan.

You were a fast learner though, always getting things right, always giving Jonathan the answers he was looking for.

It was growing closer and closer to the end of your shift, the early hours of the morning creeping in, but dawn was still a few hours away, the winter months were always easier for Jonathan, the days were thankfully longer. The sun allowing Jonathan to have a few more hours.

His feet seemed to move without him as he made his way over to you, your smaller frame shrugging on your coat as you're headed out into the front courtyard of the hospital. Jonathan reached out to grab your arm gently, a smile growing on your face as you turned to discover it was Jonathan that had stopped you.

"Doctor Reid, did you need me for something? I can come back in"

"No, no there's nothing...I was wondering if you'd like some company on your walk home?"

“Oh, I would love that - as long as it’s not getting in the way of anything you need to do” considerate as always.

“Not at all” Jonathan smiled, mindful of keeping his teeth hidden. No more wide smiles or unchecked laughter, not when one has fangs to hide. With a motion of his arm you began walking, Jonathan close by your side as you made your way over the bridge across from the hospital.

Polite chatter followed your footsteps as you discussed your day with Jonathan, he knew of course how your day went - the reports of each student were his responsibility - but he asked you anyway. God was he a fool? For listening so intently? For wanting to make you smile with funny remarks? For enjoying the soft tone of your voice?

Surely he wasn’t. He knew now your feelings must be as he suspected. His time was running out as you came to a stop in front of the building you had a rented room in. “Thank you for walking me home”

“Of course…” Jonathan trailed off as he willed his mind to conjure up some sort of excuse to keep you from going inside, some sort of way to address this… attraction.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No! Yes!…. I mean, not wrong no just…”

“Tell me”

“I’m trying to… failing rather miserably I’m afraid” Jonathan let of a deep sigh as he scanned the street, taking a moment to figure out what to say before he made a bigger fool of himself”

“If you’re looking for delicate words you know you needn’t bother with me” you smiled, lightening the mood.

“You know I’ll always try anyway…” Jonathan smiled back, now or never then. “I’ve noticed. At least I think I have anyway, the way you look at me I mean. If I’m wrong please tell me and I’ll apologise to no end, but if not… then I want you to know I feel the same way”

Well there it was, the truth of it out in the open. You watched Jonathan as he stood waiting for your answer. He was sure he’d messed up, your lack of response clearly must be a sure sine that he’d made a mistake. The apology was there on the tip of his tongue.

“Come inside”

“Are you sure?”

“Very”

The room was small but cozy, a tiny kitchenette in one corner, the door to the bathroom, the little living area adjacent to your bed. Jonathan was certain only you could create such a welcoming space. He also noted with familiarity the stacks of medical books littered across the room.

You stood for a moment unsure of yourself, unsure of your next move. Jonathan watched as you turned to him, taking a bold step closer until you were only a foot or so away from touching him. The air was thick with anticipation, you both knew what was going to happen, both wanting the same thing.

Before he could think better of it Jonathan closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours quickly. It took only seconds for you both to find the perfect rhythm, his tongue seeking out yours as your hands began to wander.

The thud of Jonathan’s coat hitting the floor did nothing to stop you as piece after piece of clothing joined the heavy fabric until you were both left exposed to the slowly warming air of the apartment. Jonathan backed you up slowly until your legs hit the side of the bed, the springs creaking only slightly as you both climbed onto the surprisingly soft mattress.

Jonathan was unsure at first, not letting his skin fully press against yours out of fear of being cold, but the winter air would be more than sufficient for an excuse. You let out a soft sigh as Jonathan positioned himself between your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin, relishing the way you shivered beneath his soft touch.

A small huff of laughter left Jonathan as you tugged at him, clearly growing impatient. “I would have thought you’d have more patience, it’s one of your strengths at the hospital after all”

“Not when it comes to this” you muttered, pulling him again until he gave in, lowering himself down onto his elbows to kiss you before reaching between your bodies and lining himself up to your entrance.

He checked one last time before slowly pushing into you, the heat was almost too much for Jonathan. So used to the cold, no amounts of hot water could warm his skin for long but you, right now he was sure he’d never felt so hot.

The moan that slipped from your lips was more addictive than his bloodlust, with each thrust he was determined to hear more and more of them. Jonathan’s eyes roamed all over you, the peaks of your breasts, the slender line of your neck as you arched your head back, eyes closing and mouth falling open when he hit further back inside of you.

Your movements were awakening a part of Jonathan he’d almost forgotten about, the part of him that longs to be in the arms of another. The thrill of having someone pull him closer. Your breath mingled with his as your lips brushed against each others. Both of you fighting to keep what Jonathan was sure would be moans loud enough for your neighbours to hear at bay.

But his movements were becoming erratic, his hips faltering as he felt his climax drawing near. Your sudden end almost threw him over the edge but he kept his control for a few more moments before following you, his head falling against your neck as he released inside of you.

His fangs burned against his gums, begging for the blood that was pumping so close to his face, but in this moment Jonathan found it all too easy not to care. Falling beside you, pulling you into his arms was more important to him. Having a moment that seemed all too impossible both for his new life and the fact that he was technically your mentor. The thought made him chuckle.

“Something funny?” You looked up at Jonathan, your hand tracing lines below his jaw.

“Edgar would kill me if he found out about this”

The winter night outside turned to gentle snow as you both remained huddled in bed laughing quietly as what could only become a rather sensitive relationship. But one you were bother very ready to risk the lecture for.

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sinfulpetgirlrd · 1 month

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So in the Pembroke Discord server last night I learned onsies were a popular 'cold weather' undie choice for men in 1910-early 1920's. I just had to put Jonathan in one. Good lord that is the most unsexy image ever.

I mean just imagin. It's a bit cold out, you and Jonathan have slipped away for a bit to 'warm up'. There's a bit of heavy petting and gropping. You want to touch him, just feel his bare skin under your hand. You manage to get your hands under all those fancy suit layers but there's one layer you cant get past, there's no hem to slip your hands beneath. You lift up the dress shirt and the waist coat and what do you see? the button down front of a fucking onsie.

Omg I love fashion history

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mysticfayspace · 4 months

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Here’s some art of the leech doctor

#vampyr #dr jonathan reid #watercolor #vampire

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buryustogether · 1 year

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scarlet waltz

jonathan reid x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

tags/warnings: blood consumption, smut, reader is a nurse, mentions of violence

summary: during a night of passion, your lover becomes distracted by his hunger for blood. you offer to help him.

author’s note: new dilf just dropped y’all

There was no way you could possibly be able to describe this feeling. This sensation. This incredible, otherworldly, soul-binding tingle that filled the gaping hole in your chest left there by the world’s snarling and clawing. It interrupted the disturbing beat you had become accustomed to marching to these days, led you along to a new dance, a gentle waltz. You would not break from this rhythm even if reality came crashing down around you.

Jonathan’s strong, sinewy hands grasped your bare back as you steadily rose up and down on his thick member, hair tousled over the pillow and feet planted firm against the mattress behind you. He released small grunts and growls as you took him completely, hips chasing yours when you pulled away. Outside, rain poured in fat, unrelenting sheets.

You let your mouth hang open in pure, unbridled bliss as he filled you to the very brim, his fingernails sure to leave imprints in your skin. The sounds of your combined moans and noises of pleasure filled his room on the second floor of the hospital. Night had fallen long ago and your patients were fast asleep in their beds down below; most of the nurses and doctors were dosing in their respective little nooks and crannies as well, weary from the ever-present onslaught of sickness and injuries that came through the gates every day.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped as Jonathan hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within you. You had only discovered such a spot existed your first night with him, your own fingers unable to reach as deep as his. Your veins burst into flames of pleasure as he angled his hips to hit that spot again and again, jowls lifting almost animalisticly as he chased the end to both your journeys. “Right there, Jonathan. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Keep going. Right -“

Before the words left your strained throat, Jonathan’s rhythm suddenly faltered and his hands left your back. He fell away from your approaching climax, fingers instead latching onto his own temples. He clenched his teeth and snarled, eyes screwed shut as his legs trembled beneath you.

Immediately, you forgot about the familiar coil that had been tightening in your stomach and pulled your weight off of him. “Jonathan? What is it?” You rested a hand against his sternum, feeling his heart racing at an abnormally quick pace. A pace that would have killed a human. “Have I hurt you?”

“No, no,” he answered shortly, just barely able to get the words out through his teeth. You watched as his canines began to grow before your eyes - bone stretching itself, molding into a new shape. Fangs replaced the teeth at the corners of his mouth, and the sound of fabric ripping reached your ears as his newly-formed claws tore into the sheets.

It had been nothing short of an accident, your discovery of his… condition. You’d suspected something was not quite right with him when he first arrived - he slept through the day, only ate meats, took to avoiding the mirrors about the hospital - but you’d been far too busy trying to keep your patients in this world instead of passing into the next to worry about it deeply. Then you’d got it in your head to ask him to share a drink with you after hours, following the trail you knew he normally took to stroll the gardens when his mind was full. One moment you’d been carrying a fine bottle of wine in your hand searching for the doctor, and the next you’d been staring at his hunched form, lower face stained scarlet, as he feasted upon a lesser vampire that had snuck onto the grounds.

You had not run away - you couldn’t have, not with the gleam in his eyes as they locked onto yours, chest panting deeply for breath and beard soaked with blood.

And now you found yourself here, watching as your beloved struggled to keep himself grounded - still inside you and all.

“My darling,” you murmured. Your hand traveled upward to his face, fingertips grazing over his beard on their way to his temple. You blinked at him knowingly. “You’re hungry.”

Jonathan exhaled as you lifted yourself off of him. You paid no mind to how empty you felt as his member slipped from you; you would worry about that later. As of now, you had a more pressing matter to take care of. He watched your naked form as you moved across the room to the work table, expecting you to retrieve one of the vials of blood hidden away for emergencies such as these.

His eyes widened when you returned only with a towel.

“I know you are not much a supporter of this idea…” You held your breath as you took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at him inquisitively.

You’d offered to let Jonathan feed from you before, and quickly discovered it was a rather sensitive topic. He explained, vaguely, that once he sunk his teeth into the necks of people he chose to feed from, he was overcome with a sort of craze he was unable to control. A sickness. A madness that took over his limbs, his heart, his mind, everything that him, him. He was turned into the monster everyone thought his kind to be, the creature that roamed the night searching for women and children to prey and feast upon.

He had told you, gently yet firmly, he would not risk losing himself and doing something he could not live with. His sister had already paid that price; he could not have you pay it, as well.

Jonathan licked his suddenly dry lips as he sat up, hair hanging in limp strands over his face. “The answer is no, my dear,” he said. He stood and pulled on his trousers. “I‘ll take to the streets. I won’t be long - when I return, I intend to pick up where we’ve left off.”

He attempted to give you a rather scandalous smile - made rather frightening with his fangs - but it faded like mist in the day when you grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“I‘ll not have you in the rain,” you said. As if on cue, another clap of thunder overtook the skies outside. “Jonathan, you haven’t -“

“Enough,” he snapped, silencing you. He bared his teeth like an animal, fingers spread to display his claws that glinted like blades in the dim light. You must have flinched, because he at once brought himself down from his full, towering height to the slight stoop he used when speaking to you. He sighed deep, sinking onto the bed beside you. “I apologize, my darling. I meant not to startle you.”

Placing down the cloth, you reached out to take the curve of his jaw in your hand. At your silent command, he turned his head so that he faced you - scars, and gentle eyes, and fangs, and all.

“You do not scare me, Jonathan.” Smiling slightly, you thumbed at his cheekbone. He leaned into the touch. “And you shall not hurt me. I know you never would, not even if those hunters would kill you unless you did.” He pursed his lips, yet you continued. “I trust you. Wholly and unconditionally. I will be right here for you. Please. Allow me to help you in this way.”

There was a long, pregnant pause. Jonathan studied you as if you were the most fascinating experiment he’d ever conducted, the answer he’d been searching for all these years.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he stood and turned away. You exhaled and lowered your eyes, belly sinking with disappointment. You could only hope and pray he’d make it back before the first rays of dawn.

You nearly startled when a small medical blade was pressed into your hand - a scalpel, used for splitting skin apart at the seams. You looked up to find your lover reclaiming his seat next to you, gaze full of what you interpreted to be trepidation.

“If I should lose control,” he said, gently closing your fingers around the blade. You grasped it loosely. He hesitated a moment, then again licked his lips. He was starving - you could practically feel it in the air. “You are truly the saint angel the other nurses tell you to be.” Then, he leaned forward to press a kiss - sweet, and light, and full of gratitude - to your forehead. “I love you more than anything in this life, my darling.”

You savored the kiss, then angled your neck slightly so that he would have better access to your vulnerable neck. As he began to travel downwards with his kisses, to your neck, he began to sniff at your skin, as if inspecting its state. You could practically hear his heart beating violently in the confines of his chest. You were sure he could hear yours, as well.

“Take a deep breath,” Jonathan instructed you.

You did as he said, and as you let it out, you felt his hot breath against your neck, and then the sharp, blade-like fangs sinking oh so carefully into your skin. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your throat, nor the way your hand tightened around the scalpel. You stilled, afraid he would mistake your slight surprise for fear.

But it seemed the moment he tasted even the smallest drop of your blood, he was lost within his own world. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, one hand cradling your head and the other across your chest to keep you still, he withdrew his fangs to lap at the scarlet weeping gently from the two punctures in your neck. The pain of the initial bite slowly receded, replaced with a dull ache as you bled - slowly, yet surely. You couldn’t help but allow yourself to lavish in the way his tongue swept deftly over the holes, swallowing thick before opening his mouth for the next few dribbles.

You shut your eyes against th strange feeling, put a bit of your weight into his hand holding your head. This was less… intimidated than you had thought. There was only the first sharp pain, and now… well, it was no different than waiting for a skinned knee or a bloody nose to stop oozing.

You were yanked back to reality, your eyes shooting open, when the hand Jonathan had across your chest slowly drifted down - through the valley of your breasts, over your belly, past your naval…

“Ah!” A pleased mewl escaped your throat when his fingers easily found your clit between your thighs, his thick digit working diligently at the small bundle of nerves. At once, roiling waves of pleasure began simmering through you. Combined with the slight aching of your neck, you felt as if you were flying and sinking all at once.

Jonathan sucked a bit harder at your small wounds, in time working fingers between your legs. You braced yourself on your hands spread behind you, mouth falling open as your eyes rolled back. “Ah! Right there. Keep doing that, Jonathan, just - ooohhh!” You moaned loudly, forgetting in the moment just were you were and what hour it was. He continued his ministrations, only speeding up when you stiffened and your groans became more high-pitched.

He led you straight to your climax while feeding on your blood, coaxing you down from your euphoric spasms with strokes along your hipbone while he licked gently at the bite mark in your neck.

Then, he pulled away. His hand vanished from your core, his mouth and scratchy beard gone from your neck. You lifted your head - which spun like a top from the slight blood loss and your orgasm - to see him flashing about the room in a flurry of shadows and black mist. Moving too fast for your human eyes to see, he was setting a cloth, filling a glass with water, preparing a small snack of orange slices.

In less than a moment’s time, he was back at your side. He pressed kisses, his mouth now clean of blood, along the side of your head as he cleaned you up with the cloth. Then he helped you move to the head of the mattress, tucking you safely beneath the covers.

“Here,” he spoke, lifting the glass of water to your lips. He watched you closely as you shut your eyes, the world still too tipsy to watch for long, and take a few long drinks of it. Then, after he ordered you to eat an orange slice or two, he quickly bandaged up the tiny wounds in your neck. He’d been careful not to bite into your skin too high where your uniform collar wouldn’t cover it.

When you were finished and upon the brink of sleep, suddenly exhausted beyond definition, he shimmied out of his trousers and slid into the bed with you.

“How do you feel, my dear?” he said and tilted your head by the tip of your chin. Despite your weariness, the gesture erupted a swarm of butterflies in your belly.

You blinked heavily and said, “Tired, if I’m to be honest.” You smiled when he chuckled low and deep. “But… well. I’m glad I could be of help to you, my love.”

Jonathan smiled again and leaned down to press his lips to yours, noses brushing and breaths fanning across one another’s face.

There was that feeling again, the sensation you could not describe.

“You have been more than that,” he said. “I shall spend the rest of this life and the next thinking of a way to repay you.“

“Perhaps begin by sleeping the shift away with me?”

He chuckled. “I believe that, I can do.”

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refinedstorage · 2 years

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Been a while since I was tagged for WIP day (thank you all <3) but I think I got one going 👀

#my favorite doctor #vampyr #dr reid #jonathan reid #dr jonathan reid #wip #like the angle of the face but not the shoulders etc #plus it's not going into the direction I mean to #so I hope it's a wip and not a scrap :/

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silurisanguine · 1 year

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Seen many fics inaccurately (I was one as well!) describe Dr Jonathan Reid's eye colour when he's a pacifist and human, (they don't change - see below!). They call them blue or green, when in fact they are a very pale grey with a central heterochromia of pale hazel. Before turning, we see his eyes twice in flashbacks. Both scenes are tinted slightly red, but we can see the true colour with a bit of colour correction -

Now compare to his stage one - aka Pacifist, no kills eyes. They are the same.

a little comparison stacked (top 2 human, bottom 2 - ekon) -

SO yep, his eyes stay the same after turning. The colour, a natural very pale grey - pale gold hazel in the center fading out to the cold toned grey. Quite beautiful and natural apart from the paleness which is unusual but not unknown - see the actress Meg foster for a blue variant on very pale eye colour. I can see why at times they can appear green or blue, after all lighting can make eyes , especially grey ones change colour depending on light tone.

I thought at first they had a blue tone, but then when deciding to draw him i wanted to study them to get them accurate.

These are real world examples of his pale grey/gold central heterochromia for comparison -

#Video game character study #Dr Jonathan Reid #Vampyr Video Game #Vampyr video game analysis

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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 months

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Watch over you...my Heart

warning : fluff, comfort, some angst, blood, no use of Y/n

Jonathan Reid x fem!reader

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London in the early 1920s was a city full of rubbish, filth, seedy characters, rubbish and above all death and rats. It was one of the homes of the Spanish flu, a disease that was and would continue to ravage the remaining people who had not already been killed by the first world war.

A disease that did not stop at londn with its several districts, whether at the harbour or directly in the dirtiest place of whitechappel, even the rich were not spared. They all fell ill sooner or later and if it wasn't the Spanish flu then it was the countless other illnesses that one caught in this dirty city.

The only hope in this godless and dark time was not the church, which wanted to set everything on fire from Whitechapel. No, the hope and the light of the people came from the Pembroke hospital which was the centre.

The centre where the new nurse worked. She had been working at the hospital for a few weeks now and nothing had changed. Only the misery seemed to have become worse.

Until he showed up. Dr. Jonathan Reid will be available to advise and assist our hospital," Edgar, the hospital director, had said. he and many other older colleagues were full of energy when they heard the doctor's famous name.

A master of blood transfusion and blood itself, and a recent war veteran. He was not only handsome with his dark brown soft hair, his well-groomed beard and his light almost grey eyes.

He also had a kind of hopefulness about him that changed depending on how he found people. To some he was always friendly and understanding to others he was realistic and cool.

But with her, with her he was almost reserved. It's like he's afraid of me, she thought as she lifted her gaze from one of the patients and watched the well-dressed doctor walk up the stairs to his office. Turning back to her patient and trying to concentrate on him, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her again.

Eyes that seemed to have been watching her for days, appearing like rats only to disappear like bats with a few flaps of their wings. She felt an invisible noose threatening to wrap around her neck. As if something was trying to pull her into the darkness of London.

Turning away from the patient after administering the injection and looking at the window, she saw only the darkness staring back at her. Am I imagining things? she asked herself and continued to walk through the hospital in search of her next patient, the next injured or dead person.

Although she met a few of the other nurses on her way, there was hardly ever time for conversation. Only at dawn did London seem quiet and watch the sun. A phenomenon she shared and enjoyed, standing at the window or in the courtyard watching the sun.

Just as she was about to look out into the courtyard again, a voice reached her ear. ,,Come to me" it said in an engaging voice that sounded almost childlike and yet so infinitely distorted. Her eyes, which seemed to be full of clarity, were now dull, almost tired, and she felt almost as if she had fallen asleep.

A state in which she seemed to nod off again and again and yet her legs moved. Ignoring patients calling for help, ignoring the doctors asking for her and not hearing the other nurses asking for her.

Only that engaging voice and something like an invisible force lured her slowly through one of the back exits towards the rear courtyard. The dark courtyard, lit only by sparse lamps, in which many a corpse was already piled up because there was no room for them.

Going on and on, she did not see how the shadows began to move, not human, and the ghastly victims of the epidemic and the blood and the bite came out. In her trance she did not see the beasts slowly coming towards her, for her everything still seemed like a dream from which she would wake up.

She would probably have fallen asleep again at one of the patients' beds. She did not hear the shrieking and hissing of the creatures as they tried to feed on her. She did not hear the doctor's eyes look at her with concern. Before she was jerked out of her dream harshly, piercingly and painfully.

The first thing she felt as she was pulled to the ground was the throbbing in her head as it hit the cobblestones, then her shoulder and collarbone burning and lastly the blood splattering into her vision before she cried out in fear.

Fear that the infected, the sick would kill her. Trying to push the man, or what was left of him, away from her, the pain in her shoulder only widened.

Before a shot rang out followed by more blood. As the shot ripped the man from her and was him back, the blood from the ground taking shape and impaling and dividing the attackers. Blood.

Everything around her seemed to be covered in blood. But in all the chaos there was someone who seemed to be telling her that everything was going to be all right.

The man she thought would be the last to save her. ,,Jonathan," his name escaped her as she tried to rise and grabbed her shoulder, whimpering. The creature's claws had bored into her skin, leaving deep cuts.

As if Jack the Ripper himself had struck. ,,Are you all right?" he asked standing over her before pulling her up, which was a mistake. She barely nodded and black spots appeared on her legs.

Staggering forward, however, she was gently held by the doctor as he pressed her back against him and his cold fingers went to her neck. He seemed to be searching for something before he murmured something reassuring and then she just felt him take her up in his arms.

How he took her back to the hospital without taking his eyes off her for even a second. But the strangest thing about it all was that she felt safe and secure. But why was her heart beating so fast?

The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was the glow of lamps and candles. Followed by a dull pain in her shoulder which caused her to fall back into the mattress after she had tried to stand up. ,,Please don't, you need to rest," a soft voice immediately sounded and she saw Jonathan step out of the room towards her.

In his hands was a cup of tea that he had probably just brewed. Moving up as far as she could, she took the cup from him with slightly shaky hands.

She almost flinched He's freezing she thought and remembered his cold fingers on her neck. Was he always like that? was just one of the questions that came to her mind.

She had never been alone with him for more than a few minutes. His rescue and now seemed almost like hours. And yet her heart did not seem to calm down. As if he noticed this, he immediately reached for his stethoscope and came to her.

He pressed it gently and softly on her chest and listened to her fast beating heart. While she felt the pleasant warmth spreading over her cheek as he was lightly over her.

How his greyish eyes watched her and yet there was a small smile on his lips. The smell of books and leather and the cool night seemed to surround him. Which seemed to say that everything was going to be all right. ,,How are you feeling?" he asked and she almost laughed at the banality and irony.

A question she usually asked and never got asked. Putting the tea down carefully on her lap she replied, ,,My head doesn't hurt anymore my shoulder I feel a dull throbbing and listlessness".

She saw him nod before he took out a small notebook and began to write down her symptoms before moving to a workbench. She heard him start to mix something and brew knew that he was also skilled in the field of medicine making.

A remarkable man. ,,I hope youdon't mind me cutting into your uniform," he said, looking over his shoulder at her and seeing that he had seen her embarrassment.

As she turned her gaze away and looked down at her torso, her dark blouse clinging loosely to her body. ,,It's all right, doctor, you had to work on the wound," she murmured and took a few sips of tea.

But the attack she tried to remember as her wound continued to throb seemed like a distant dream. A dream she could only remember in fragments. But what she did know was that Jonathan Reid had saved her. ,,You-You saved me," she said suddenly as he turned to her with a tonic.

She saw something like discomfort flash in his eyes before he handed her the vial. ,,I happened to see you from my office before the infected attacked you. I'm sorry I didn't get to you quicker," he said and sat down on a small chair next to his bed where she lay.

He watched her nodding and forming her opinion before she drank the tincture and washed it down with tea. For a moment he stayed with her, explaining that she needed more rest. At least two more days before she could start working again and of course he would pay for a new uniform.

She felt the mixture of tincture, tea and his soothing voice making her more and more tired. How he took the empty teacup from her and stayed with her for another moment. Just as he rose to leave, however, she grabbed his hand as if looking for support.

Her life met his death. The vampire looked down at his love, his love that he had fallen for and was desperately trying to protect her from the dangers out there and from himself. ,,Thank you Jonathan for everything" she said and saw his surprise turn to devotion and joy.

He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently before leaning down and kissing the back of her hand. ,,I'll watch over you" he replied before she let go of him and his steps moved away from her bed and he turned off the light in the room. But his gaze, even in the darkness of his room, would never leave her. He would spend his infinity watching over her. Until her heart would be his.

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I tagged you because I saw you were like the only persons writing for Jonathan maybe you like it

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captain-chapish · 1 year

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"Cursed be the choice." 🦇🩸

Been playing Vampyr and enjoying it for the most part! :-) I really took a liking to Dr Jonathan Reid (that VOICE....) so enjoy a portrait with a few variations depending on how many folks you have him munching~

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#vampyr #virtual photography #vampyr game #dr jonathan reid #jonathan reid #one of my fav games

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I am in love with your Vampyr work, I just love my lovely Dr. Reid and surly Geoffrey fics like a desert enjoys the rainfall~ If you're still taking requests, can I have one where Jon takes his lady back home (and Geoff is following/spying) and knowing he's being stalked, proceeds to ravish her near the windows. Bonus: next night, Geoff can't look him in the eye, lol!

This has got to be the best request I've had in a minute! I cried with laughter when I first read it! I loved it so much I almost did a Geoffrey version too!!

Jonathan x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW +18 (slightly anyway...more suggestive than going into detail)

The sound of Jonathan and your footsteps were light on the dark streets of London, usually Jonathan would have walked you home earlier than this given the situation at present in the city. But your evening had gone on longer than expected, Jonathan's research was finally proving useful enough to take up a considerable amount of both of your time.

Not that he was complaining, getting to spend more time with you was worth the slightly brisk walk back to your home.

It wasn't until you'd both made it halfway from the hospital that he sense him. Geoffrey was a good hunter there was no mistaking it, but Jonathan recognised his scent easily, the way his heat beat far too steadily in his chest as he followed the pair. The fact that Geoffrey McCullum felt the need to stalk Jonathans movements annoyed the Ekon far more than he'd let on. After everything he'd done so far as well as avoiding any guards of Priwen he came across, leaving them unharmed, should have been enough to prove to Geoffrey they were on the same side. But no, clearly the hunter wasn't giving up on his prey so easily.

Jonathan wasn't sure McCullum would know about his private life with you, or you at all for that matter. Jonathan was certain he'd never followed the two of you before so he found it unlikely he would be in the know about your relationship. Probably just assuming I have mesmerised her, taking her somewhere quiet to finish her off.

Jonathan almost stopped walking as the idea formed in his mind. God what a scandalous idea it was too. A small smirk pulled at his lips as his grip on your hand increased and he pulled you slightly quicker down the street. You looked at him in question but Jonathan simply put his finger to his lips, shh you'll find out, his expression said.

He sense McCullum keeping pace, staying in the shadows, ironic really. By the time you'd both made it back to your house you were still confused and non the wiser as to Jonathans plan. Where would he do it? Sneak around back into the garden perhaps? When Jonathan lead you down the side alley of your home you almost stopped him to ask what on earth he was doing, but he hardly gave you the chance. Opening the gate and leading up to the back door of your home, leading to a generous kitchen....with windows. Perfect.

Jonathan couldn't believe the plan he'd conjured up in his mind, could hardly believe he was actually going through with it. Perhaps he simply wanted McCullum to realise Jonathan had other intentions besides drinking blood and giving into the best Geoffrey so often called him. Perhaps he wanted to show him he was different and still clinging to human life. Perhaps he wanted to simply embarrass him.

Either way, Jonathan excitedly pulled you though the back door once you'd unlocked it, kicking it closed behind him as he walked you to the furthest counter. Knowing full well McCullum would need to enter the garden to see them from that angle. Jonathan lit a single candle - Geoffrey's human eyes would need the help after all- before making quick work of lifting you onto the empty counter top.

"If I had known this was the reason for your eagerness to get me home we could have left sooner" You giggled as Jonathan pushed your now open blouse down your shoulder, placing kisses as the fabric fell down exposing your skin to his lips. He wouldn't remove everything, just incase, he didn't want to give McCullum too much of a show. His hands slipped down pushing the skirts covering your legs up until we could happily slot between your thighs, his covered length evident already.

McCullum sighed as he carefully pried open the lock of the gate, he'd caught a glimpse of Reid leaving the hospital, the girl on his arm had caught his attention. He'd never seen Reid with her before. Call it whatever you like but he couldn't let the girl go home with a leech, likely unknowingly walking to her death.

He wouldn't give Reid the satisfaction of feeding tonight, or any night ahead if he had any say in it. The lock gave way and Geoffrey quietly pushed the gate open, slipping inside. The garden was dark, the path up to the back of the house just visible in the moonlight, his eyes snapped to the kitchen windows were a faint light flickered.

He moved fast, making his was up to the windows, keeping low to avoid being seen. A gasp, just audible through the closed windows from his position. His hand reached for his gun, pulling it from the holster he moved along the house, leaning up just enough to look inside the window. The kitchen was dull, the candlelight not aiding much to light the whole room but he saw shadows. Two shadows, Reid was leant over the girl. Geoffrey moved quickly to the further window, he'd be able to see Reid from there, perhaps take a shot at him through the glass.

Another noise came from behind the window, Geoffrey leant up, still out of shoot of the window, a well placed bush hiding him from view as he positioned himself. He leaned forward just enough to-

"Jesus fucking christ" Geoffrey's angered whisper would have almost carried through to Jonathan had he been just a fraction louder. The hunters face flared with heat as his eyes found the vampire and his so called prey. Jonathans' body was indeed hunched over her, but not in the way Geoffrey had hoped, or could ever have expected.

Jonathan's movements never faltered, even when he heard the hunters heartbeat increase momentarily, a quick secretive glance towards the window told his Geoffrey had fallen for the bait. Your moans simply adding to his grand plan. He also didn't stop himself from pushing you back further just a little to change the angle and hit a spot he knew would make you moan all that little bit louder.

Not the crime scene you expected is it hunter? Jonathan felt your hand come behind his neck pulling him to you, he followed placing a kiss to your lips before you pulled back just enough to speak.

"As happy as I am for you being able to make your point my love would you kindly bring your attention back into the room now?"

"You knew?"

"Yes it was rather transparent I'm afraid" You smirked and pushed your hips into Jonathans quickening the pace slightly. "I hope he appreciated the show"

McCullum made a quick dash down the garden and back out the gate, no longer able to allow himself to watch. When he reached the Main Street again he cursed. "Fucking leech"

The only thing more satisfying than Jonathan's plan last night and being intimate with you was the idea of Geoffrey having to be in the same room as him tonight. Edgar had arranged a meeting with McCullum and wanted Jonathan to be present, he wasn't sure why but the reason hardly mattered to him as he quickly made his way up the main stairs in the hospital to Edgar's office.

He stopped when he saw McCullum waiting outside. "Geoffrey"

"Leech" McCullum spat, not unusual for him however.

"Edgar isn't here yet I take it?"

"Oh no I just thought I'd stand out here like a fucking idiot, what do you think?"

"About you being an idiot or Edgar being late?" Now usually a snide remark from Jonathan would have Geoffrey up in his face ready for a fight but the hunter barely glanced sideways at him. In fact to Jonathans delight he realised Geoffrey was looking everywhere but at him. "Geoffrey? Something wrong?" He could hardly keep the smirk off his face.

"No"

"Are you sure? You won't look at me"

"I don't make it a habit to acknowledge your kind unless you're on the end of my blade"

"Hmm quite" Jonathan paced a little edging closer to the hunter, he knew Geoffrey noticed, of course he would, but still his eyes remained on the door to Edgar's office. "Would you like to know what I think? About your aversion to looking at me I mean?"

"I don't care what you think about anything but I get the feeling you'll tell me anyway"

"I think...you went on a hunt last night and saw something you weren't expecting...or am I wrong?" This made Geoffrey look, his eyes flicked to Jonathan, a look on his face so pouty and pissed off Jonathan almost laughed.

"Why are you smiling like that you fucking-" Geoffrey turned to Jonathan now. "You fucking knew"

"Knew what?"

"Don't play fucking stupid with me you perverse fucker, you knew what you were doing"

"Only a little perhaps" Jonathans smile continued to grow at McCullum's discomfort and his own attempt not to laugh.

"I swear to fucking God leech-"

"Gentlemen please refrain from shouting insults in my hospital, I apologise for being late let's go in. McCullum why are you so red?" Jonathan did laugh then, walking into the office ahead of a very confused Edgar and a raging Geoffrey McCullum.

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