#vampire jack abbot

[jasonmeowmeow]

unrelated but ive also been thinking about parthenogenesis recently

[vampire-mouse]

Vampire Dennis au where vampirism is an open secret amongst the PTMC staff- working in a hospital you’re going to see attacks (both on vampires and by them), and through a series of misunderstandings the entire hospital is now under the impression that Trinity is a vampire and Dennis her totally human roommate

This leads to both of them receiving misguided, though well intentioned “you need to be careful with that one” talks from vampire!Abbot

A couple months later, Princess pulls Trinity aside and offers her 3 blood bags set to expire, and tells her theres an empty private room she can use if she’s quick. Most people dance around Dennis’ vampirism so Trinity’s surprised at how forward Princess is, but he has been especially pale today and could definitely use a snack

Unfortunately, ofc this jinxed it and barely 30 seconds into feeding there’s an unexpected trauma and half of the Pitt burst in to see Whitaker fangs deep into his second bag

[iwasalamb]

jack x reader where jack is a vampire and has to control himself when he drinks ur blood <33333333

Jack Abbot prided himself on his ability to not loose control. Testing himself everyday by working in a damn hospital. But there was something about you that just… ruined him.

You were his pretty little attending, so wide-eyed and sweet. Caring for the patients with such a beautiful heart. So it came to no surprise that Jack Abbot wanted you. Although the myth of vampires enjoying virgins blood was just that, a myth. There was something so enjoyable… about the kind hearted people that roamed the world.

He had courted you slowly, of course. After all he was your attending, one who you believed to be in his early fifties. He had to work you slowly, even if he was keenly aware of your attraction to him by just listening to your heart. Oh how he delighted in how it sped up when he even just glanced at you. Your neediness merely spurring him on.

Once he had you, he was never going to let go. You had learnt that quick, from how his touch burned you in the most delightful ways and how he’d be by your side no matter what’s. As if he had super speed or something…

Even after courting you and earning your heart, Jack would still wish to slowly ease you into his reality. Some selfish part of him wishing to pretend that the two of you were just any couple. But that couldn’t be the truth. And he couldn’t hide it for long.

Within months of dating he had felt his control slip. Worried it was his age or health, Jack had taken a few days to realise the root of his issue. His lovely lovely lover, you. Whether you were menstruating or had pricked your finger, he could feel his fangs begin to elongate. Poking at his lips to be set free so as to be plunged into your blank canvas of a neck. The most devine meal, one that was technically his, but one that he could not have. Not yet.

Once he had finally explained his… predicament, Jack couldn’t ignore how flushed you had become when he explained how badly he needed you. More than you had been able to comprehend, perhaps that was one of the positives of being a vampire. An ability to yearn and long with something no mortal could comprehend. But nevertheless, he had worked himself up to being able to drink your blood. There had been many a time he had wished to drag you into an empty room and taste the nectar that ran through your veins, but he had held off.

Until finally, he could no longer do so. The first time had been euphoric. Jack knew he would never see any heaven, but tasting you was his own form of religion, own holy place. He was your loyal servant paid in merely a taste of your blood.

He soon became obsessed.

But with obsession came an inability to stop himself. Drinking as much as he could without harming you. Even when you said he could take more. He knew you were lying, unable to bring himself to harm you. Trying to ignore the teasing of your heartbeat when at work. Or how your neck covered in bruises begged him for more.

He was over five hundred years old, yet you, a mere mortal, had damaged his ability to stop. But everytime, he’d press a bloodied kiss to your lips, thanking you for his meal. He’d never hurt you, never. So he’ll enjoy his share of your blood, and be thankful you share it with him of all vampires.

[fictional-sluts]

Vampire Jack Abbot successfully hid his vampirism until a bright new resident starts to notice.

I have finally posted chapter 1 of the fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88789501

[superglitterysparkle]

and if i was to say vampire!jack abbott who has mastered the skill of hiding his.. urges. after working in medicine for so long he’s blended in so perfectly, perfected the poker face, not even batting at eye at this point when theres human blood coating his scrubs or hands.

but then you stumble into the er, severely banged up and bleeding from a car accident. a complete mess with your car being totaled as a broke college student who’s barely making ends meet. jack abbott walks into your room as if this is just any usual patient but one whiff around you and he’s sickkkkk. safe to say, he’s rushing out your room and far away from you so that he doesn’t go bat shit crazy being around you.

now he’s losing his mind at work because he’s consumed with the urge to bite into your neck. yeah he’s pent up and frustrated that entire shift..

[wetcatwhitaker]

Your blood whispers my name

Summary : Vampires Jack and Robby have spent a century mourning the man they loved, the man they buried a century ago, now stands before them alive again…and remembers nothing.

Ao3 link | currently 5.4K words | 1/2 chapters

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Late 17th century.

Vampires were assumed to be nasty creatures, demons that were destined to live for eternity for their sins. They drained the souls of innocents and left them for dead. They feared the day and lurked at night; children were warned to never go out at night.

Michael Robinavitch was an old vampire, turned when he was just in his 50s, his actual age long forgotten. It was a shame he had long carried for years that he had accepted when he met his ‘friend’ Jack Abbot.

Michael was starving, he felt like he was dying all over again. He would die again on this dirt floor in front of his Bubbe’s grave that had long been destroyed by years of neglect. He was ashamed of himself, not for his absence but for not saving her. It had been so long he had begun to forget her voice and her looks. She was all he’d had.

He would starve himself to death, to be with her once more. He had nothing to live for. It was useless living for eternity for nobody.

A crunch of leaves could be heard in the distance, but Michael was too weak to look back. If somebody saw him in the middle of these forgotten graves he would accept his rotten fate.

"Thou hast a foule face," a voice called out.

Michael scoffed.

The man approached Michael. “Art thou a new fledgling or a fool?”

“Am a fool,” Michael replied weakly.

The stranger crouched down towards Michael. “Drink,” the stranger said, and Michael obliged as a hand came to his mouth.

Michael looked up at the man; a sympathetic look had fallen upon his face. He was beautiful, grey messy curls and glowing hazel eyes that shimmered with a glimpse of red from the moon.

The blood Michael received from the stranger tasted of sandalwood and warmth. He almost felt at home. Michael whined as the man pushed him away after a while, he missed the contact he had been yearning for.

“What is thy name?” Michael asked, wiping the leftover blood from his mouth.

“Jack Abbot,” the man replied, holding out a firm hand towards Michael.

Blood sharing was considered a deep personal connection, a binding unspoken bond.

Michael took the hand with renewed vigor. “Michael Robinavitch.”

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Moodboard and was inspired by: @thenameiscrow

[yourbestamericangirlll]

when ure thinking about the most PERFECT prompt and ship (cough cough newly turned vampire & werewolf bratty dennis who has to get trained and tamed by his sires (werewolf!robby and vampire!jack) and you’re literally SOAKED but you’re are work and you don’t get off for.., checks watch…. 4 hours 💔

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

what you need to live

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👻 established robby/abbot, ghost robby, vampire abbot, touch-starved, supernatural creatures au 🧛‍♂️

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