@crystalrosefantasy18 and @futuristicblazedetective both asked for Vampire!Lanyon! you know what that means! no you do not because this hasn’t happened yet.
IT MEANS TWICE AS LONG THING!!1!
SO ITS UNDER THE CUT
(FAIR WARNING IT KINDA GORY SORRY)
(also kinda shippy whoops)
request for @crystalrosefantasy18 a part two for the earlier Vampire!Lanyon request! sorry for the delay!
Dr. Henry Jekyll stared down at the small bandage across his hand, cut still healing from the events that happened two days ago, and couldn't help the weariness writhing in his gut. Within that time, he had not seen his friend Robert Lanyon since Rachel had taken him to the kitchen to mend his hand, when they had returned, Robert was gone. He had not sent any information to the society since, and now Henry was in his carriage and on his way to his apartment, if not for their friendship, then on a professional level, Robert was after all, the co-founder of the society for arcane sciences.
Upon approaching his residence, Henry finally spared a quick glance out the window, only to find Hyde blocking his view.
“Excuse you.” Jekyll said to the demon, trying to waving him out of the way.
The day had been unfairly long for Henry Jekyll. The man had only slept for maybe an hour before being woken again by miss Rachel to go to a meeting with the one and only Sir Danvers Carew, who unfortunately for Dr. Jekyll, was an early bird, and while the man himself had been kind and seemed interested in helping the society, Henry was unfortunately too fatigued to remember a good portion of what they had talked about or weather Danvers had even pledged any money. Their meeting had lasted well into the afternoon and once Henry did get back to the society, fate was continuing to decide that this was the day he would pay for messing with the human soul, and found that Mr. Luckett and Mr. Sinnett broke literally the second rule on the list and combined their work, leading to in unfortunate fire that took the better part of almost four hours to completely put out and poor Mr. Bird’s flowers paid quite the price for the placement the two men had decided was safe enough in the courtyard that the building damage wasn’t quite as high, the grass was burned away though, and whatever they had combined to make such a long lasting fire would either leave no trace by morning or the black spot would remain for several decades.
Dr. Jekyll sighed as he opened the door to his office/ basically bedroom at this point and leaned against the door to close it, letting out an ‘umph’ as it thudded against its frame. Henry looked over to full-sized mirror on the wall, thankfully vacant of Edward Hyde, who somehow, had grown board of the contenuess chaos about an hour ago and had settled himself into the dark of both their mind to rest up. The bastard was the reason Jekyll felt this close to death in the first place, taking longer than what was agreed on during his turn last night, his head had been pounding throughout the day with what was left of a hangover, and a headache had been plaguing him since he had lunch with Carew.
The reflection looking back at him in the mirror looked just about as bad as Henry felt, his clothes were positively ruined, stain black with smoke and ash and parts of his sleeves were now gone, frayed and crinkled, his face was covered in soot and his normally pristine hair was slicked back with sweat and grease. Jekyll groaned and threw himself a bit dramatically onto the sofa across from his desk, letting out a monotone half-yell into the cushions, knowing full well that they were getting dirty, but not having nearly enough energy to care. He could feel himself just about to pass out grimy and gross on the sofa, however the creak of the door opening snapped him back closer to consciousness.
kinda short sorry! also sorry for being late on this one!
The smell of coffee wafted through the bedroom of Henry Jekyll, rousing the man himself awake in the sheets of his bed. One side if the sheets had been neatly tucked in, contrasting the tangle of bedding Henry found himself in. With a groan, he pulled himself up in bed, before looking out the window on his right, staring out for a few seconds, brain still groggy, before realizing the sun was much too high in the sky for what one should be only getting up for. With a muttered curse Jekyll rolled out of the sun-warm sheets and pulled on some of his more recent attire, almost too recent to be wearing now but at the moment he couldn’t give less of a shit about it. He nearly raced down the hall to his private kitchen, almost wondering why Poole hadn’t woken him up before remembering he had given the butler the day off for a reason and ended up just pissing himself off again for not being responsible enough. He skidded to a stop in the doorway of the dining hall, stalling for a moment at the door frame as he was met with an unfamiliar sight.
At the long table that dominated the hall, Henry found himself looking to last nights bedfellow, Robert was sipping what looked like coffee from a brass mug. Jekyll nearly gawked at the sight of Lanyon, bathed in light from the tall windows along the wall, eyes downcast, reading what looked like the day’s paper. There was a set of breakfast on the table, some scones and jelly. A small plate was set out across from Robert with an identical looking mug setting out.
The whole scene just looked so warm.
Can u write some plain fluff with Robert and Henry. I need some good ol fluff in these angsty times, thnx bro. (I love your writing btw it’s super good!!!)
Light streamed in through the window of doctor Jekyll’s office as the man stared into space as he was in the middle of filing through the past month’s invitations and dues. Hyde got bored out of his mind about an hour back, leaving Henry in silence enough to leave the man rather oblivious to the world around him in the dull drum of the afternoon. It was due to the spacey notion of him headspace that the good doctor didn’t notice the knock at the door at first.
He did however hear a voice outside the door after a few minutes of ignored knocking.
“SHAME!”
How about Lanyon, having discovered Henry’s secret, going to confront the latter? Henry thinks Lanyon is going to be angry but after the initial blowback he’s met with kind offerings of help and a (probably much-needed) hug, maybe more (Jekyll x Lanyon much??).
TW: heavy angst and vague talk of suicide (not straight up but like knowing if you get caught for a crime you’ll probably get killed for it)
They were gone.
Both the will and his notebook was missing from the dresser drawer containing the ingredients to the Hj7 formula. Everything else had been left untouched, thankfully, but the two most incriminating documents of Henry Jekyll’s life had now gone missing from the locked cabinet they had resided in.
A request from @dragonwings90 ! Who asked for:
Jekyll/Lanyon super fluff with cuddles and snuggles in a blanket during a lightning storm at night? Maybe Jekyll's a little bit shy about it? Mayybe they're on a couch in front of a fire? Mayyybe Jekyll's a little bit scared of thunder? Mayyyybe Lanyon thinks Jekyll's just absolutely adorable and comforts him?
There had been a breakfast meeting, two luncheons and a tea time meeting the two men had to go to over the course of the day, and by the time that they did have some time to themselves, it was time for a society dinner hosted by Miss Pidgley. The day had been very busy for Lanyon and Jekyll, and the two were in no doubt, exhausted, however they still had paperwork left to do at the end of the day.
This is what led the two to still being cooped up in Henry Jekyll’s office long after the sun had set and the street lamps lit.
fic request for @anoddreindeer !! sorry for taking so long with this!!
Also sorry for making your request really sad
It was just a little tickle in the back of his throat. Henry Jekyll cleared his throat and sniffed, from the seat next to him, Robert Lanyon gave him a glance before going back to the current conversation with Sir Danvers-Carew, something about future funding, and Henry felt bad for not giving them his full attention, however, ever since this morning when the man had woken up, he had felt like his head was full of cotton and breathing through his nose was difficult. Now, Henry was a doctor, it was obvious he was coming down with something, probably a cold, damn the world, but he also knew he didn’t have the time to take off and try and rest up and recover, so for the time being, he would have to suffer a little until he could take anything back at the society.
Luckily for Henry, or perhaps not so lucky, His condition grew worse and worse by the minute and Robert had insisted that they leave, with an apology to Carew, along with some kind of excuse along the lines of not getting him sick, Jekyll was dragged away by his friend, muttering excuses and apologies. While he supposed he must look pretty bad for Lanyon to make him leave, the whole ordeal was exhausting and Henry insisted he felt fine as he was dragged into the waiting carriage in the front. Sure his vision might be a bit fuzzy and his hearing wasn’t the best at the moment, but it was no reason for such a display. He was saying all this to the man across from him as the cab bumped down the road, but at the moment his words were getting increasingly slurred and half of what he had tried to say did not escape his lips. God he was tired. Why was he so tired again? Henry’s mind felt foggy as the world began to tip to the side.
There was light streaming in through a crack in the door to Henry Jekyll’s office as Rachel Pidgley walk towards it with his morning tea in hand, a small waft of steam still emitting from it as she carefully entered the room, quiet as a mouse she edged through the door, peeking through so not to disturb the doctor should he still be asleep. Once she did enter, looking around the room she did in fact find him still asleep, however, he was in fact, face down on his desk, in what had to be a painfully awkward angle for him to sleep in.
Rachel made a mental note to bring up some concoction of pain reliever up for him soon, but then again, he might not be that bad, she had heard after all, that the dear doctor was up until rather late this last night, who knows if he’s even been there an hour, maybe less! At the thought Rachel shook her head and clicked her tongue, for all the importance the doctor had to the society, he always seemed intent to run himself six feet under.
Rachel set down the trey onto the bedside table before going back to the man’s stiffly sleeping form.