Luke Vranian

[hirxeth]

“How can you have lived for so long and still not get it? This self obsession, it’s a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship. And dancing”

Only lovers left alive (2013) dir. Jim Jarmusch

[enchantedbyhiddles]

[oceanssapart]

[vikander]

[mighty-thundering-lord]

It’s……I have no idea

[elirya]

I’m gonna raise the stakes; I’m gonna smoke you out

[mamalazzer]

Game of Thrones/Avengers Crossover

When Loki betrays his brother to sit on the Iron Throne, it is up to Thor, a couple of master assassins, an expert forger, a man with severe anger management issues and a super soldier in the night’s watch to fix it.

[mcucaps]

[odnson]

[hxcfairyhasmoved]

God, I wish I had met him before I wrote ‘Hamlet’. He would have provided the most perfect role model imaginable.

[lukevranian]

Glorious Purpose | Luke & Jackson

More than a thousand years ago, Luke had been human. More than a thousand years ago, he’d been married and more than a thousand years ago he’d fallen in love. But his wife, Elene, had proved unfaithful, taking a lover and bearing a child that was not Luke's. It was a slight he had never forgotten, an unwanted memory visited upon him by the sight of Cecilia Monroe and Elaine Compsyn. They were ignorant of this heritage - but Luke was not. It had made everyone around them a target. Luke had never excelled at letting go of the past. Jackson Foster, Celia's only Progeny, was no exception. In a way, Luke didn't view it as a disservice to the poor young vampire - didn't he deserve to have it better? Those two women could bring him nothing but pain. It was in their blood. When Luke spotted the new vampire strolling down a quiet street, at last alone, he chose to approach him. "Jackson Foster, I presume," greeted Luke, stopping to speak to him. He chuckled. "Forgive me, how rude. I'm called Luke Vranian, these days...Your Maker, and I have known each other in the past." Luke paused, observing the lad and wondering what he might know of the name, if he'd hard anything at all, and further what he might think. There was certainly a chance he'd heard the story of how Luke had turned Elaine and left her in a gutter to die in the sun. He wondered how it impact him if he did know.

[marcuskaniac]

[natalie--montgomery]

Devil May Cry || Natalie & Luke (closed)

I’ll be fine. Spend some time out and about, relax a little. I’ll call you when I’m headed back.

Collin’s words rung around in her head as she stepped out of the apartment they’d leased. Shifting uncomfortably in her aqua blue dress, Natalie resolved herself to have a little fun. Civilian clothes weren’t exactly her forte, but this one was a nice color that made her eyes stand out, and it’s asymmetrical hem showed off her perfectly toned legs in the very best way. She couldn’t help but think of Collin’s face if he’d seen her all done up like this. After all, for years all they’d known of each other was military uniforms. They were still adjusting to this odd civilian-undercover-esque life they’d been told to lead.

The black heels she wore clicked against the stairs as she descended to the ground level and walked out of their apartment building. Rose gold earrings swung back and forth from her ears and mixed into her chocolate hair, which she’d worn down in effort to get used to being “normal”. What she didn’t know, however, was where the fuck one was supposed to go in this town to have fun.

Pursing her lips and glancing around, she decided her best bet was going towards the town square. She’d done research on this town, of course, and knew that it was spotted with restaurants and shopping. But the longer she walked along the sidewalk, the more the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She wasn’t alone anymore. As smoothly and easily as if she were simply searching for her phone, she rifled through the small purse she carried, pulling out her small pistol that was loaded with wooden bullets before turning on her heel and pointing it behind her.

And right into the face of Lucian Vranian.

The color drained out of Natalie’s face. Not because she was afraid, more because a lot of memories were suddenly flooding back to her. Ones of him through that damn vampire mind link being able to know how aroused she’d been after having dreams of him. She still swore up and down that they were only because he’d made her drink his blood. He knew that was a lie.

"Oh, it’s just you," she said, playing it off as much she could. Without stowing her weapon, she lowered her hand. While Luke had been on her radar for a long time, he’d never hurt her; but she knew he’d killed plenty of people with those hands of his. Those hands which she still longed to feel on her own body-

She cleared her throat.

"Had I known you were in town, I would have sent you an invitation to join Collin and I for dinner or something," she said, raising a hand and brushing her hair back from her face. Having to do that - where her hair was normally pulled back into a tight bun - she suddenly recalled what she was wearing. This would be the first time Luke had seen her out of a uniform (at least in the real world. The Luke from her dreams had seen her in much, much less). A blush suddenly touched her face and she longed for her uniform - or a long coat.

"Whatever could bring a big bad vampire like yourself to Oxford?" she asked, and then glanced behind him as if looking for something. "And where’s your shadow?" she asked, obviously referencing Eve, who Natalie swore she’d never once seen Luke without.

[lukevranian]

“Careful,” Luke eyed the muzzle in his face nonchalantly before finding her blue orbs. “You’re like to blow your cover if you keep that up. This town is crawling with monsters and you wouldn’t want to make too many enemies too quickly.”

He smirked. “I may be the ‘biggest, baddest vampire’ you’ve ever seen,” he said, referencing her turn of phrase before favoring her with a controlled smile. “But that won’t last long, here, I’d wager. I do not represent the Authority in Oxford. They’ve a Queen for that.”

Heedless of her firepower, he strolled past her, stopped, turned to look at her. Luke didn’t feel particularly threatened, in all truth. Granted, not even he could outrun a bullet, but he could certainly outrun her and, in the time it would take her to raise her weapon, he could be gone…But more to the point, Luke didn’t believe she had any real intention of hurting him, just as he had no intention of hurting her. Oh, it amused him to play at it, from time to time, but there was an end to it. Deep down, afterall, Luke knew he couldn’t bring himself to do her damage. Not with that face…

Occasionally he still remembered the undeniable shiver that had run through him when he’d first spotted her across that room five years ago in Britain. For a split second, horror had risen like bile in his throat: here she was, at last she’d come for her revenge…But then he’d realized something. He could hear her heartbeat.

Even now, when Luke looked at Natalie, he felt as if he were lying on his back by that fateful river, thick clots of blood oozing from his grievous wounds, Irina bending over him as he gasped out his last breaths…

“Dinner?” He inquired, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Did you mean to open your vein to me?” Luke’s eyes were set upon the sapphires that were her hues, his breath close on her cheek. Even in military regalia, she’d been a sight to behold, the deep tones of blue playing up the delightful coffee hue of her hair and the sheen in her eye when he read lust there. His lips curved, but he attended to her further questions.

“The same impetus which, I imagine, also propelled you across the waters, naturally. A chance to treat with Her Grace: The Queen of the Damned.” He chuckled softly, head tilting. “You are, afterall, here on assignment, I’m quite certain. Is that what it means to ‘live the job,’ Agent?” He asked, bemusement sparkling in his bright eyes.

“My sweet shadow,” he mused, his lips curling softly, despite himself, before his pale orbs found hers once again. “Perhaps, like yourself,” he began, taking a step towards her. “She has bedecked herself in her finery to take this town by storm. Blue really is your color, Agent,” he murmured. “It suits your eyes.”

[impalavengerista]

[hiddleston-daily]

[cvlwr]

tom hiddleston alphabet | d | dancing

"It’s organised flailing. I didn’t learn any steps, I didn’t train—that’s my misspent youth in the 1990s, I have always loved dancing. When my sister got married in India, I missed the dinner because I was dancing." [x]

[ireilas]