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Hello, I like the stories you create, especially the one about Bloodbound. Can you create a story about Adrian Raines, MC, and Zuri again? Thank you!
Hi darling! Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm truly happy you enjoy them! And... Omg, it's like you read my mind! I just finished this piece of them and let me tell you, be ready for an overdose of cuteness! lol (Or at least that it's how it felt while writing it!) I just love them together! Here hoping you enjoy it!
First birthday
Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC x OC Zuri (their daughter)
Warning: Just a tiny bit of angst but fluff fluff fluff!
Words: 1.133
As always, tagging in the reblog!
Amy turned around on the bed, surprised to see the absence of Adrian's arm around her and his side of the bed empty. She hadn't heard the baby monitor go off so she knew Zuri hadn't disturbed his sleep. She stood up and walked towards the baby's room first. When she pushed open the ajar door, a little smile blossomed on her face, watching Adrian attentively looking at their little girl. She tip-toed up to him and hugged his waist from behind, kissing his nape.
"Is she okay? I didn't hear her cry." Amy whispered as he turned, holding her back and kissing her forehead.
"She's fine, love. I woke up and took the opportunity to check on her."
"And you? Do you feel alright?"
"Everything is just perfect." She studied him for a bit before gently cupping his cheek, making him look at her. Zuri's first birthday would be in a couple of days and Amy was pretty sure what was going on in his mind.
"We are okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to her. Or me." Adrian paused for a moment with a serious expression, before sighing, his shoulders slumped a little and his brows knitting together.
"It scares me to think that history repeats itself. To lose everything I love again."
"It won't." She knew that he had lost his son just a few days after his first birthday.
"I will mentally torture anyone that even tries to touch her." His hands squeezed her involuntarily. "They can ask Gaius how that feels." He quietly chuckled, a bit of tension smoking away from him. "I promised you, when I woke up, that you will never lose me again. Let me add something to that promise." Their eyes fixed to each other, intensely and profoundly. "You are not going to lose her either, Adrian."
"It just… You two are everything to me." His voice was low but filled with emotion, directing his gaze back at Zuri, still asleep in her crib. "My whole world."
"Do you trust me?" He turned to her, surprised at the question.
"You know I trust you more than anyone or anything, Amy."
"Then trust me when I say that nothing bad is going to happen."
"I'll try, my love." She brushed his cheek with her lips before detangling from his hold. "But it's not easy…"
"Of course it's not. But you have to try." Slowly and tenderly, she lifted Zuri from the crib, careful to not wake her, leaning her on her shoulder. Her little arms rested on her chest, her mouth slightly open while Amy gently patted her back. "You deserved to enjoy every second with her, to not be worried or scared." He kissed Zuri's small head.
"Believe me, I am." Careful to not disturb the baby, he sweetly took Amy's lips with his. "I love you, my eternity."
"Almost eleven years together and you still sound as cheesy as the first time." She said with a little smirk as he silently chuckled and leaned his head against hers. "I love you too, handsome."
"As if you don't like it." Adrian winked at her.
"Of course I do. I mean, there's a reason I married you." Zuri moved against her causing Amy to tighten her hold a little more. "Let's go back to bed. This lady can sleep with us for a few days." She moved to the door, quietly walking to their bedroom, Adrian turned off the dim light and followed her. Carefully, she lowered Zuri's tiny frame onto the bed, laying her down in the space between them. Amy smiled at her as she caressed her cheek with the back of her finger, getting comfortable beside her. "Having her in our lives still amazes me sometimes.”
"I know the feeling. She's positively extraordinary." He gently and protectively rested his hand on her belly, his thumb stroking her tummy below the soft light pink onesie with the print of a joystick and the quote 'Player 3 has joined the game' that Lily had given her. Amy moved her finger, leading it inside the tiny loose fist, holding her hand, and kissed the side of her head until she fell asleep once more, her face almost touching Zuri's.
Adrian stood awake a long time, simply observing them, hearing their steady heartbeats and the soothing rhythm of their breathing. He knew Amy was right, after all it had been years since something dangerous had happened to them but no matter how hard he tried, the uneasiness was still there. Zuri gave a little kick with her right leg and he smiled at her. When they had decided to start the adoption process, he knew he would love them no matter what but he hadn't expected it would be this much. At that time, he had noticed how worried Amy had been for him, trying not to make him feel they were replacing his first family. And he loved her for that, even more than he already did.
Zuri's cry called his attention. He picked her up, activating the bottle warmer with the remote, going to the kitchen so Amy could keep sleeping. He checked her diaper just in case but it was completely clean.
"Sh sh, beautiful. It's almost done." He rocked her a bit, waiting the last two minutes until the bottle was ready, kissing her forehead. He took the bottle, offering it to her, smiling when she vigorously drank it, her bright eyes glued at him. "You and your mom are equally enthusiastic about food." Her gulps continued like that for a little while, becoming gradual until it finally stopped. Adrian left the almost empty bottle in the sink and gently leaned her over his shoulder, clapping her back softly, waiting for her burp. The little belch echoed in the kitchen, making him smile, and wiped her mouth with the towel he was holding. He gently lay her over his arm, calmly passing around, until her eyelids flushered, beginning to close again. "Time for bed, little angel." He returned to the bedroom, grinning at Amy profoundly asleep. By the time he sat her down on the mattress, her cute snores had begun again. He took the hem of the cover and pulled it up, making sure that neither of them were cold. As he looked at them he thought of all the years of darkness and pain, all the times that he had felt empty or lost. Of course he would never forget those years but… If it meant being this incredibly happy again, he would definitely go through all that again. Because they are definitely worth it. As his own eyelids started to close, a smile curved his lips up, noticing how Amy's finger, somehow, was in Zuri's grasp again.
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The Sock Giveaway
Book: Bloodbound
Pairing: Adrian Raines x Amy O'Connell (F!MC)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 407
Summary: When Adrian finds Amy wearing her comfort socks, he knows she's in need of comforting.
A/N: For @lovealexhunt, who gave me the prompt mountain, cookie, socks. Day nine of my 30 days of drabbles.
When he walks into the apartment, he sees that she’s wearing her comfort socks.
He’s instantly alarmed. Amy only breaks out this particular pair (thick, fuzzy, bright pink) when something has gone awry. A quick glance at the coffee table increases his concern: she’s also broken out her emergency cookie stash and whipped up a cup of hot chocolate.
“Oh no. What happened?”
From her position on the couch, she gives him a lazy wave. “Hey babe.”
He walks to her and sits on the floor facing her, his suit be damned. “Talk to me.”
She sighs and looks away. “My interview was today.”
“Did it go badly?”
“They were nice about it, but… I could tell it was a formality.”
“Amy…”
“No, I know the signs.” She laughs, a hollow sound that makes Adrian’s heart ache. “I’ve seen them often enough by now.”
“You know Raines Corporation would be happy to…”
“No.” Her eyes take on the stubborn sheen he knows so well. “I never should have stayed on as long as I did. I can’t date you and work for you.”
“You’ll find a new job in no time. You’re the vampire who took down Rheya Apostoulos. I’m surprised nobody has snapped you up yet.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not applying for a job slaying 3000-year-old vampires. I’m applying for an assistant job, and everyone knows I’m dating my last boss. Employers don’t exactly trust the veracity of my references.” She tugs at a loose thread on her blanket. “I think some people wonder if the reason I’m not still working for you is that you fired me.”
“If that’s truly the case, they’re idiots. You don’t want to work for an idiot.”
“At this point, I think I want to work for anyone who’ll have me. I knew finding a new job might be hard, but not climbing-a-mountain hard.”
“Amy, I hate seeing you like this.”
“Eh, I’ll get over it. But.” She raises her chin. “I get to wallow today.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
He knows she’s feeling better when the mischievous sparkle he adores leaps to her eyes. “Weeeelllll…”
“Oh no. I know that tone. You want me to…”
“Watch Pride and Prejudice with me?”
Adrian groans. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Fine. But no commentary on how I’m 'a total Mr. Darcy’, whatever that means.”
Amy grins. “No promises.”
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Consequences
Summary: Adrian makes a very big mistake...with heart-breaking repercussions.
Warning: References to infidelity
Tagging: @bloodboundismylife
Word Count: 4'400+
Pairing: Adrian Raines x F!MC (Amelia)
On a cool, autumnal morning, Adrian awakens from his slumber, the stale aroma of yesterday’s bourbon reaching his nostrils as he reaches up to mask his eyes, the orangish hue of sunrise trickling in through a tiny opening underneath the blinds. He exhales softly, his arm stretching across the mattress in the hope of his fingertips greeting a familiar warmth; to his relief, he soon finds comfort, his gaze befalling a petite silhouette resting beside him, but his newfound comfort soon dissipates into dread as the figure turns over…
…it’s not Amy.
He sits upright, immediately removing himself from the covers before scrambling around for his clothing. He manages to locate his trousers and shoes, his expression paling as memories from the night before begin to flood his thoughts. He hurriedly dresses half of his body before a quiet mumble causes him to pause; the woman stirs, her voice groggy as she lifts her head, gazing sleepily over her shoulder at the commotion.
“Going so soon?” She whispers suggestively, “I thought that maybe you and I could-”
Her words fade away as she sees the devastation in his features, her brows furrowing in concern as she watches him fumble around for his shoes.
“Is everything okay?”
Adrian sits at the foot of the bed, struggling with his laces; he continues his attempt to untangle them, refusing to so much as glance in the woman’s direction, though it isn’t long before his panic and frustration get the better of him. He launches his shoe across the room, his head dropping into his hands in defeat as his fingers grasp harshly onto his hair, most likely inflicting pain to his scalp. The woman frowns, tilting her head.
“Are you late for work or something?”
He takes a shaky breath, his arms falling to his sides, knuckles whitening as he grasps a hold of the bedcovers.
“W-what…” his words come out in a broken whisper, “what did we do, Lena?”
“What didn’t we do?” She smirks in satisfaction, “we met up again…had a few drinks…and you did not disappoint.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but his words quickly dissipate into a strangled sob, his hand reaching instinctively to cover his face as he begins to tear up, the reality of what has occurred leaving a visibly distinctive impression on his body language. Lena’s previous grin fades; she shuffles forward, stopping only when she is resting beside him, the realisation as to why he has responded in that manner slowly dawning on her. Her mouth forms an ‘o’, her voice soft and gentle.
“Your girlfriend…”
Adrian sniffles, responding to her utterance with a profuse nod. She reaches for him, only to pause midway through the gesture, having no choice but to be a spectator as he shies away from her touch.
“What are you going to do?”
For a moment, the room is silent, the air suddenly becoming awash with unease. It is only after a couple of minutes that Adrian speaks, almost breathless.
“I…I need to tell her the truth.”
Lena’s eyes widen, the colour seeming to drain from her cheeks at his remark.
“You-you can’t!”
“She deserves to know,” he leans down, having finally spotted his missing shirt; he pulls it swiftly over his head, not even stopping to adjust the cuffs, “I’m not keeping this from her. I won’t.”
“Why ruin what you have?” She clambers off the bed, wrapping herself comfortably in her robe, “the truth isn’t going to help anyone, Adrian. This will destroy your reputation-”
He doesn’t respond at first, instead hastening over to the dresser to collect his blazer.
“Are you even listening to what I-” she huffs, running a frustrated hand across her face, “if you go public with this, you’ll lose business; you’ll lose credibility. Do you think anyone will want to remain associated with you if this gets out? You’ll be seen as a Playboy – it’ll ruin you.”
“Do you honestly think that I care how people perceive me?” He counters, shaking his head in disapproval at the notion as he collects the shoes and forces them onto his feet, “the only opinion I care about is my girlfriend's.”
“Ex-girlfriend.”
Adrian regards her with a warning glare, but it doesn’t deter her from following him when he moves towards the open kitchen; she grasps his arm, gently yanking him into step with her.
“If you tell her, you’ll lose her. She will walk and you will never hear from her again.”
“I cannot lie to her, Lena. I love and respect her too much to put her through that.”
He removes himself from her grip before heading for the door, not giving his companion a second thought. It is only when he has left the apartment that he hears it; her voice calling to him from the entryway, her tone sullen and defeated.
“You’re going to lose her, Adrian. She won’t forgive you.”
Adrian tenses at her words, but he doesn’t warrant enough time for pause, making a hurried beeline for the elevator doors.
Adrian sits in his car for what feels like forever, staring emptily at the steering wheel as he rakes over everything that has brought him to this moment, all the while unable to form a coherent thought.
After a while, he manages to focus just enough to start the engine, putting the car into gear before reversing out of the parking lot. His gaze remains fixated on the road, the city lights soon becoming blurry as fresh tears cloud his vision.
He sniffles once more, hastily wiping his eyes to clear his sight, yet his attention is abruptly caught by his Bluetooth as an all-too familiar ringtone echoes through the car. He glances down at the dashboard, his breath hitching in his throat as he spots the caller ID.
Amelia.
He tries his hardest to collect himself, waiting for the hammering in his heart to concede before answering the call, plastering a smile in the hope that his feigned happiness will seep into his tone.
“H-hey, sweetheart,” he waits momentarily before continuing, “are you alright?”
“I’m okay,” her response is laden with giddiness, “Happy Anniversary!”
He swallows harshly, his previous upset threatening to spill over once more. Amy waits patiently for a response, the sound of her soft hum causing Adrian to choke up, his next few words cloaked with sadness.
Anniversary…our Anniversary.
“H-Happy Anniversary, my love,” he stutters, “I-I’ll see you back at home, okay?”
“…Adrian?”
“Mmm?”
“You sound sad. Has something happened?”
He exhales sharply, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel, leaving an indent in their wake.
“N-no, I…” he hesitates, replaying Lena’s words in his mind, “actually…could…where are you?”
“I’m at the mall. I went to collect your anniversary gift.”
“Are you heading home soon?”
“Yeah,” there’s a brief pause as Amy thanks someone on the other line, “I just got myself a little caffeinated treat.”
“Have you already texted her about bringing you back?”
“Not yet,” she takes a sip of her drink, “why?”
“C-can I meet you at the pizza place?” He asks softly, “I…I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay!” Her tone is hopeful, the cheeriness leaving a sharp pain in Adrian’s chest, “did you want me to get us a table?”
“N-no, I…I…I’ll be there in 10 minutes, alright?”
“I’ll wait for you outside, but I can’t promise that I won’t bring some doughballs home.”
Rather than laugh at her humorous response, Adrian remains quiet, clearing his throat in preparation to speak.
“I-I love you, Amelia…so very much.”
“I love you too,” she replies gently, “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Goodbye, sweetheart.”
He ends the call before she can bid her farewell, releasing a shaky breath as his fingers skim across the dashboard, selecting another name in his phonebook. He waits patiently for the call to be answered.
“Hello, brother.”
“I need you to do something for me. It…it’s important.”
“What is it?” Kamilah asks, the sound of her nails raking across her keyboard filling his ears before she continues, “normally you would text or ask me to meet up with you to discuss the issue.”
“I don’t have time for that,” he sighs, briefly casting his gaze down to the screen, “I need you to ring Amelia tonight.”
“Why do I need to do that?” She pauses, “is everything alright?”
“It is for the moment,” he replies, “but it won’t be for long.”
“What did you do?”
He wastes no time in relaying the previous nights mistakes to Kamilah, who remains eerily silent throughout his explanation. It is only when he finishes that she speaks, her once calm and warm demeanour shifting into one of anger and disbelief.
“I honestly don’t know what to say right now.”
“I know I messed up, Kami-”
“Messed up is an understatement,” she releases an agitated breath, “how could you do that to Amelia? I thought she meant something to you.”
“She does. That hasn’t changed.”
“Well she clearly isn’t as important to you as you make her out to be. You wouldn’t do that to her, otherwise.”
“I wasn’t thinking…”
“You were certainly thinking about something but it sure as hell wasn’t your girlfriend.”
He takes a deep, pained breath, resting the back of his head against the headrest.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Kamilah.”
“I should hope that you’re going to tell her the truth.”
“I am…” he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, “I just don’t know how I am going to tell her.”
“She needs to be told the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. Either way, this is going to upset her, so it doesn’t really matter how you deliver it.”
He nods in response, his voice seeming to crack as he talks, “could you be on standby should Amelia need somewhere to stay?”
“I am sure that she is more likely to seek out Lily’s company…but yes. I shall ensure that my guest room is ready for visitors should she need it.”
“Thank you, Kamilah. Truly.”
“Believe what you will, but I am not doing it for you. That poor girl is going to have her heart ripped apart tonight. She will need support as she tries to rebuild her life without you in it.”
He swallows thickly, his eyes beginning to brim with unshed tears.
“Y-you think that she will leave me?”
“You betrayed her, Adrian. The logistics of your relationship no longer matter. The trust and belief will be gone. If she cannot trust you, why would she stay?” There is a brief pause before she carries on, her tone sombre, as if telling someone about a loved one’s passing, “I need to end this call, now. I have a meeting in five minutes and I need to ensure that I am prepared.”
“O-okay.”
“Just promise me that you will not put her in a position that she feels as though she has no choice to forgive you.”
“I-I wouldn’t-”
“Promise me, Adrian. Forgiveness is to be earnt.”
“I won’t do that to her.”
“Good,” the sound of shuffling can be heard on her end, followed by the closing of a door, “I expect to hear from you after you have spoken to her. Regardless as to how I feel about this situation, you are still my brother.”
“Th-thank you.”
“Goodbye, Adrian.”
“G-goodbye.”
The call ends, leaving Adrian to contemplate his actions in silence, each second that passes by causing his chest to constrict further as he gets closer to his destination. He spends the last few minutes of his journey attempting to regulate his physical responses, not wanting to worry Amy further. He manages to get things under control briefly, but these feelings soon make their reappearance known as he sees her standing by the restaurant, rocking back on her heels as she looks down at the delicately wrapped box in her hands, her brows pinched in befuddlement as she studies the string. He pulls up alongside the curb before looking up her once more; she smiles brightly, giving him an excitable wave, but he finds himself unable to keep eye contact, his gaze swiftly dropping to his feet as she crosses the road to his car. The sound of a car door opening causes him to startle, but he settles once a familiar voice addresses him, her joyful aura resonating through the quiet.
"Hey!" She elevates the box, "I got the doughballs!"
He smiles softly, greeting her with a nod as she climbs inside.
“You really didn’t have to pick me up,” she speaks with gratitude, “but I am grateful.”
He nods once more, “not at all. I was on my way back, anyway. It made more sense than asking Lily to come out and collect you.”
She places the box on her lap, moving to fix her seatbelt.
“Here. Let me help.”
He reaches over, tenderly removing the buckle from her hand and clicking it into place.
“Thank you,” she beams up at him, but her happiness is short-lived, for it fades when she notices his reluctance to meet her gaze; she places a gentle hand on his arm, “Adrian?”
“Hmm?”
“Is something wrong?”
“It’s nothing that we need to talk about right now.”
He returns his attention to the road; Amy frowns, her hand retreating to her lap.
“H-Have I done something wrong?”
He reaches down, collecting a small book from the centre console before resting it on her thigh.
“Kamilah came to the office yesterday; she thought you’d like to have this.”
She looks down at the novel, the pad of her thumb tracing the threading on the spine.
“It…it looks quite old…”
“Mid 1800s.”
“I can’t accept this. I might damage it.”
“No you won’t,” he speaks stoically, “Kamilah wouldn’t have given it to you if she thought that you would cause harm.”
She smiles faintly, placing her palm against its cover.
“You…you said that you wanted to talk to me earlier. What do you want to speak to me about?”
He visibly tenses, “it can wait until we’re back home.”
“Is it bad?”
“We’ll talk when we return. We needn’t discuss it anymore.”
Amy turns away, resting her head against the doorframe as the car presses forward, neither of the pair uttering another word until they arrive back at the penthouse. As they head upstairs, Adrian’s mind begins to roam to a destination that he does not wish to wander into, not breaking out of his thoughts until Amy’s voice carries from the doorway.
“I forgot my key.”
He wordlessly moves forward, forcing his key into the lock; the door clicks, opening just a smidge.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he repockets his wallet, “I’ll be through in a couple of minutes.”
She nods in understanding, greeting him with a timid smile before entering, her hand lingering on the handle as she lifts her head, trying to make eye contact.
“Adrian?”
He reaches towards her, wordlessly caressing her face with his palm, his delicate fingertips taking refuge in her sun-kissed hair. She leans into his touch, only for him to remove his hand, forcing it into his pocket before he inches past her into the living room.
“I couldn’t remember what wine goes with pasta,” he utters quietly, moving towards the fridge; he opens the door, retrieving several bottles from the shelf, “so I brought a selection. You can choose whichever you’d like.”
“C-can we talk now?”
His face grows ashen, his jaw tightening as he attempts to busy himself.
“Did you want the fancy glasses out tonight? It is a special-”
“Adrian.”
He regards her with a look of feigned confusion.
“I-I wanted to talk after dinner.”
“Why?” She edges closer, taking pauses once she is standing a couple of feet away, “you barely spoke to me in the car, You’re changing the subject whenever I so much as mention a conversation,” she smiles sadly, “I’m worried about you, Adrian. Y-you’re being distant and that isn’t you…”
“I…”
“Talk to me,” she takes his hand between her own, giving his palm a compassionate squeeze, “please…”
He appears to dither, unsure as to what he should do; however, after reminding himself as to what he needs to do, he takes her dainty hand in his, “come with me.”
He leads her to the couch, gesturing for her to take a seat. She does so, watching nervously as Adrian perches tentatively beside her, his hand refusing to let go of her own as he lifts it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“Do you remember what I told you? A-about last night.”
She nods, “you met up with a friend.”
“I did,” he confirms, “her…h-her name is Lena.”
“Did you have a nice time?” She asks, her kind smile brightening with every word.
“We went to the bar,” he casts his gaze downwards, his hands remaining clasped around her own, the pad of his thumbs tracing soothing patterns across her skin, “we talked for a while and had a few drinks.” He pauses for a moment, as if replaying the night’s events in his mind like a broken record, “then s-something h-happened.”
She tilts her head out of curiosity, unsure as to what he means by his remark, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“I…I’m not following…”
“We went back to her apartment, Amelia,” he manages to meet her eyes, the next few words that escape his lips spoken with sincerity and remorse, “we…did things. Things that I…that you and I…”
“Y-you…you didn’t…”
He hesitates…but then weakly squeezes her hand, revealing his guilt through the wordless gesture.
One that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I…I’m s-sorry,” he carries on through a shuddery whisper, “I-I’m so sorry….”
A sudden movement causes him to look over at his companion, a sharp pain digging its claws into his heart as he watches her slump forward, her elbows colliding harshly with her knees as her fingers grasp onto her hair, tugging slightly as her palms cup her face. At first, there is no sound, but it isn’t long before she starts to cry, her tears left to fall freely onto her skin without interference. His chest tightens further at the sight, but he finds himself unable to look away, watching in despair as she retreats into herself. He reaches for her, but his hand is quickly shirked off.
“A-Amelia-”
“Don’t touch me!”
He startles at the tone of her voice, but complies, removing his hand.
“I-I’m sorry.”
She sobs, shaking her head rapidly as she tries to comprehend what she is hearing, becoming more breathless by the second as she tries but fails to regulate her breathing. Noticing her struggle, Adrian removes himself from the couch, instead moving to kneel in front of her, his hands ghosting her arms as he attempts to provide her with some comfort.
“Amelia-”
“H-how c-c-could…”
“Breathe, Amelia. I-I need you to breathe-”
She shakes her head once more, her eyes slowly closing as even more tears begin to fall onto her cheeks, only to be soaked up by the hems of her sleeves as she tries in desperation to be rid of them.
He swallows thickly, cupping his mouth with his hand as the other gently reaches around her, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
“P-please d-don’t-”
“You’re breathing erratically, sweetheart. I-I can’t just s-sit here and let you make yourself-”
Before he can finish, she darts past him, making a beeline for the bathroom. He stands abruptly, following on after her, just for the door to be slammed in his face; he intends to wait a little while, giving her time to herself as she processes his revelation, though it isn’t long before the sound of nausea soon fills his ears; without thinking, he enters the room, his eyes soon befalling a sight that he never thought he’d see. Amy is knelt in front of the toilet, her arms resting on either side of the bowl, her long hair sticking to her stained cheeks as beads of sweat form on her forehead; the aftermath of sickness.
“Amelia…”
She slumps back down onto the floor, her breathing laboured.
Adrian moves over to the cabinet above the sink, collecting a fresh flannel from the shelf and running the tap; he soaks it in the water, returning to her side in an instant. He starts to dab at her forehead, guiding the material across her skin. She lifts her arm, blocking his access.
“Amelia, please-”
“I-I’m fine.”
“No you’re not,” he settles down beside her, attempting yet again to wipe her forehead, “now let me look after you.”
She swerves out of reach, holding onto the counter as she lifts herself from the floor, not wanting to overexert herself. He observes her with hesitancy for a while, moving to stand by the door, his face falling as the room clouds with tension.
"You need rest, sweetheart."
"I'm fine."
"I-I'll go and get you something to-"
"I don't want a-anything from you," her gaze darts to the doorway, "not anymore."
He nods in resignation, lowering his head.
"I can't fault you for that," he admits, "and I know that I don't deserve your time, but...will you hear me out? P-please?"
She doesn’t respond, but eventually nods, her arms wrapping tightly around her midsection as she follows him back to the living room. He sits down on the couch, patting the cushion beside him. She tries to walk over, but finds herself unable to move, as if her feet are rooted to the floor. Knowing that she cannot bring herself to do so, she shakes her head.
“I understand,” he trails off, a deep exhale escaping his lips as he lifts his head to meet her gaze, a sudden tightness grasping onto his heart as he lays eyes on her downcast expression, her eyes swiftly glazing over as they begin to well with unshed misery, “I never wanted to hurt you, Amelia. Y-you mean the world…you’re my…my e-everything…”
She sniffles at his declaration, silent tears trickling onto her cheeks as she turns herself away from him, her long hair seemingly shielding her emotions from visibility; though it initially works, her pain doesn’t cease to infiltrate her words, “d-did you e-ever really love me?”
“Of course I do,” he smiles sadly, “I never stopped loving you. I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you tomorrow – nothing is going to change that.”
“Then w-why did you…”
“I can’t answer that, my love,” he moves to take her hand, gracing it with a gentle squeeze, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of her palm, “I can’t give you a reason because I…I don’t have one.”
She swallows harshly, her gaze shifting to rest upon her feet.
“I cannot take back what I did; I know that…but I…I want to make it up to you. I want to prove to you that you are the one that I want. The ONLY one.”
“H-how…”
“Listen to me,” his tone softens further as he shifts on his feet, holding onto her as though his life depended on it, “I’m not asking for forgiveness. Not straight away. You are going to be angry…you are going to want to hurt me…to make me feel the pain that I have caused you and then some,” she shakes her head, this in turn causing his sad yet loving smile to return if only for a moment, “hell, you could call me every name under the sun and I wouldn’t argue back – I deserve all that and more.” He takes a breath, his eyes never leaving her own, “but please…don’t punish yourself for my actions. The choice I made…the man I became…that is on me and me alone.”
He gently caresses her face, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder, “you must not blame yourself for my choices. That is my burden to bear; it will never be yours.”
He begins to tear up again, becoming even more uncertain as to how this will play out.
“Just…t-tell me this isn’t over,” he sniffles, using his sleeve to quickly obscure his face momentarily from view, a strangled sob threatening to leave his throat, “p-please…t-tell me that I haven’t lost you.”
Their eyes meet for only a moment before she has no choice but to look away, her gaze drifting back down to her feet. She draws a shaky breath, folding her trembling hands within one another. Adrian shuffles towards her, resting a desperate yet hesitant hand on her elbow.
“P-please…” he focuses his attention on her face, fingertips trailing upwards to thread themselves in her hair as he tucks a stray strand behind her ear, “t-talk to me, sweetheart. P-please.”
She opens her mouth slightly in preparation to speak…
…but not a single word escapes her lips.
Instead, she turns abruptly, hurriedly retrieving her jacket before making a beeline for the elevator doors. Adrian is quick to follow, his voice hoarse and laden with despair.
“A-Amelia…d-don’t…p-please…”
Before he has a chance to finish, the elevator doors open; she shoulders her bag and walks inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. He calls her name, but when she doesn’t respond, he places his arm in front of the door, preventing it from closing.
“Adrian…”
“I’m not going to s-stop you from g-going,” he sniffles, shedding silent tears as he continues to plead, “just…l-let me call someone to t-take you home. It-it isn’t safe out there and…I couldn’t live with myself if something h-happened to you.”
The doors start to close and Adrian startles, the metal encountering his arm. He jerks back suddenly, not realising his error until it is too late for him to intervene.
“I-I love you, Amelia!”
She looks up at him then, but no words are spoken; instead, all Adrian can do is watch on helplessly as the doors finally seal.
Amy exhales slowly, releasing a shaky breath that she was seemingly holding; as the elevator begins its descent, she falls back against the metallic casing, sliding down the wall until her legs hit the floor. She instinctively draws her knees to her chest, her arms embracing them as she starts to sob, her head slowly burying itself into her folded arms.
Adrian calls for her , but his plea seems to fall on deaf ears, the whirring of the elevator as it descends drowning out his cries from above. He begins to weep, his forehead falling upon the cold metallic door, his legs a minute away from caving in on themselves. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and begins to draft a message, trying but failing to click send as his hands refuse to cease their trembling. Eventually, he manages to hit to correct button, refusing to glance down at the screen until the device vibrates, the colour immediately draining from his face as he sees the content of the message.
Amelia has already left the building.
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adrian and amy by @neonravensart for @bbappreciationweek
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Safe
Book: Bloodbound
Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC
Warning: Angst / Fluff
Words: 1588
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She woke up with a jolt, her face sweaty and her breathing erratic as a few tears fell slowly from her eyes, leaving their trace on her cheek. She lifted her fingers, her hand trembling a little, and softly touched her throat, calming herself even though she knew that everything was fine. She was used to the nightmares by now. Most of the time she relived the day she died in the MET, dreamed about Lily dying in her arms, or that it was Adrian the one she held that day before became ashes. However, this one was new.
She looked at her side, where Adrian's peacefully sleeping form was subtly bathed in the minimal soft light coming from the window through the heavy curtains. She smiled at him for a second before gently moving his arm, from around her waist before she woke up, to the side. As silently as she could, Amy stood up, taking her silky robe from a nearby chair, and headed to the rooftop.
The sun was almost completely hidden, the fresh air like a caress at her face as the last red splashes of light disappeared behind the buildings and the first stars twinkling in the sky. She sat on one of the couches near the pool, her elbows on her knees and her hands holding her head as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. A little shiver roamed her body while her mind remembered some images of the dream. Of all the things that she had gone through, this one was the only one that she wanted to forget.
She heard a soft noise behind her and the muscles of her back and shoulders tensed up until her eyes landed on Adrian, walking towards her and putting a t-shirt on his way.
"I thought you might be here." He said with a smile. At the sight of her frown, his face became serious and worried as he sat beside her. "Are you okay, love?" He placed his hand on her back and she couldn't suppress flinching at the contact before relaxed once more.
"I…" She leaned her chin on her palms. "Just a bad dream. A new one." She turned her face to the side, a small smile on her lips and sadness in her eyes as she watched him.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" He studied her face with concern in his eyes. Normally, when she has a nightmare, she would wake him up. Sometimes they would talk about it and snuggle afterwards. Other times, he simply hugged her until she calmed down. This time, instead, she had decided to face it alone.
"It's not a big deal, really… Just took me by surprise." She leaned her head on his shoulder as his arm held her close.
"Are you sure?" His hand lovingly moved away a few strands of hair out of her face, the soft touch caressing her cheek. "You seem truly upset, Amy." The silence stretched between them, he could see her hesitation so he just sat beside her, holding her until she decided whether to tell him or not. She stood up with a sigh, looking at the sky for a moment and hugging herself.
"I… Dreamt of what happened at Rheya's party...When we were running from her." She turned towards him, her eyes staring into his blue ones, now filled with sadness and guilt. "I haven't thought about that in ages, I don't know why--"
"Probably…" He interrupts her calmly as he lowered his head to look at his hands, understanding passed through his eyes until it was replaced with sorrow."... Because it was a traumatic event for you. In some part of your mind it must still be present, even if you are not thinking about it." He closed his hands in loosened fists and opened them again. Even if it wasn't really him doing it, he would never forget how scared and disturbed she was. Or how her voice sounded while she tried to reach him as his hand closed around her throat, leaving his hand printed on her skin until healed. How Rheya made him wish to hurt her. To kill her. She forgave him instantly, without seconds thoughts or doubts, acting like always around him, knowing that he would never do something like that. She even told him that she loved him for the first time, just a couple hours later. But the pain was still there inside of her. Still hurting her. "I'm so sorry Amy. That night, I--" He cut himself off when her hands cupped both sides of his head, gently, lovingly, lifting his face towards her, squatting in front of him.
"I know." Her voice, low and sweet as always, was like a caress to his heart. Her eyes were focused into his, nothing but love in them. Her hands were warm while her right thumb stroked the skin under it, softly. "I know it wasn't you. I never thought otherwise, not even once, not even that day. And I never will." After a long moment looking at each other, she stood up again. She walked to the edge of the pool, giving a small kick to the water, like she always did when she was frustrated or stressed. "That's why this stupid nightmare bothers me so much." She sat at the edge, sinking her legs on the water, watching the ripples of her moves on the surface.
"What do you mean?" Adrian stood up as well, going to the pool and taking a seat beside her. The water was surprisingly warm as the little waves distorted the reflection of the sky.
"At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I know how much you always care about me. I know that you would never do something like that on your own." She took his hand, their fingers closing together, as she looked at him smiling. "Since the day of Lily's attack, when you risked so much for her… For me, I've known." He kissed her knuckles, softly, without taking his gaze from her. "And I hate that you were part of this nightmare. 'Cause it's not true, I always felt safe with you. I still do. Everyday." Adrian softly leaned his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as a small smile rose up the corners of his lips.
"I'm glad to hear it, love… Even when I've put you in danger so many times." He opened his eyes, the soft skin of his lips brushing her forehead first and then her cheek, planting soft kisses in both places. "There's no day that I don't wish to erase that moment. I not only failed to protect you but I also hurt you." His voice was low and his words filled with grief.
"And you also saved me from darkness. From becoming what I was fighting against." She pressed a soft kiss on his lips as her free hand cupped his cheek. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad." He placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry."
"Don't." Adrian let out a sigh with a sad tiny smile on his lips. "There's nothing for you to apologize for, Amy. Even if I wish we could forget it, the fact still remains. It happened and…" His voice cut a bit. Adrian stopped to compose himself, clearing his throat before he continued. "And it's completely normal that you go through this kind of thing. We were running away, immediately facing Gaius again, which was itself traumatic, training your powers… You couldn't process it properly." She leaned on his shoulder again and he kissed her head. "I'm sorry, love. I should have helped you to deal with it better and... I understand if you need time on your own."
"Thanks." Her hand delicately touched his neck going to his nape and gently putting pressure lowering his face towards hers. Her lips took his, a feather like touch at first, soft, slow. Meaningful. It was an unhurried kiss, sweet and deep, their moves pouring all their feelings into it. His hand grabbing her waist, pulling her closer and squeezing it a little, like he was afraid that she could disappear at any moment. Her fingers thread in his hair, lovingly holding him as close as possible. Her lips separate from his but their faces and bodies stood like that, neither of them moving away. "But all I need is right here. I love you Adrian and I need you beside me. Always." Adrian kissed her lips again and leaned his forehead gently against hers, a beloved smile in his face.
"I love you too Amy. And I will be beside you as long as you’ll have me."
"You sure?" Her hand moving to his cheek, cupping it again and caressing it. "It could be a very long time." She joked, happily smiling for the first time that night and he chuckled.
"I have the time." His smile matches hers.
"Then I know that everything will be okay."
They stood like that for a long time, until the night had devoured every inch of the sky and the lights of the city sparkled around them. He stood up and offered her his hand. "Breakfast?"
"Ugh, yes please!" She took his hand, standing up and stretching her back a bit. Her arm encircled his waist and he held her shoulders, kissing the side of her face as they started to walk back inside of the apartment, side by side.
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when rheya really expected us to bow for her lmfao we whooped her ass
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Hello @mynotsohealthyobsession , I hope you're doing well. I really enjoy your fanfics and have a fic request for you (since I have no idea how to write it myself but I believe you can do it!):
A fic similar to the Choices Book "The Princess Swap" where your Bloodbound MC, Amy (business woman and/or vampire) swaps roles (or the other way around) with Nightbound MC (hunting partner and/or future fae duchess).
Pairings: Amy(F!MC)×Adrian & Alex(F!MC)×Nik
ONLY IF YOU WANT: EXTRA: If possible, you could add pets too just like the characters in Barbie movies had when they swapped roles. I know your BB MC loves dogs and I don't know about your NB MC, but she has a perrikin. Maybe she is a cat person and have a cat. Also very interesting, dog person vs. cat person?! Or Adrian Raines vs. Nik Ryder.
I mean, in my opinion, both MCs do have a few similarities like discovering Supernatural World, having family secrets, four LIs and they both have died once. You know.
Hi darling! Thanks for the request! This isn't exactly what you ask for, but I hope you enjoy it!
Disembodied - Part 1 / 8
Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff
Pairings: Adrian Raines X MC // Nik Ryder X MC
Words: 1.515
As always, tags in the reblog!
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Amy felt her body was heavy and different. Funny. She always thought that it was the opposite when you die. Slowly, her senses started to wake up. She heard people shouting around her and the clear sounds of a fight. Was Gaius still alive? She forced her eyes open and the light dazed her. After a few seconds, she realized it was the sun. She looked around, panicked. "Adrian?" Amy asked, scared to find ashes but instead noticing a city that clearly wasn't New York. "Guys?"
With wobbling legs she stood, frozen when she was her reflection in the shop window in front of her.
This obviously was a nightmare. She clearly has died and, for some reason, she was in hell. These weren't her hands. Nor her face. And she definitely didn't have gray hair. These leather clothes, with the front soaked in blood, weren't her clothes. She turned to see a blonde guy fighting with a creature she had never seen in her life.
"Nik! Watch it!" Amy turned to a familiar figure running to the stranger. She had only seen him once in Vegas but that was definitely Cal, the werewolf. The fight kept going but the pale creature seemed too strong. Suddenly, it turned its ugly face to her.
"Shit!" Before she could react, it rapidly ran to her.
"Alex! No!" The blonde guy, both shocked and what seemed scared, shot arrow after arrow, following it. "Run!" But it was impossible, the creature was too fast. Amy covered her face with her arms and, to her shock, she heard a pained scream from the other side. The creature was whining with a huge wound on its side.
"That power…" Said a tall girl with smoking hands.
"Alex! Do it again!" Amy nodded at Cal's words unsure, sending her hands forward, praying for a miracle. Her palms expelled a bright strong magic that sent the creature flying up, tearing it apart, until it fell, dead. Amy fell to her knees, exhausted.
"Alex!" Nik, as Cal had called him, ran to her, dropping his weapon and kneeling to observe her. "Are you okay, Rook? What happened to your wound?"
"I think I'm fine." Her voice sounded so strange to her.
"You think you are fine?!" He seemed irritated.
"She might be still in a daze, Ryder. Let her be." A second girl said.
"I just want to know if she is okay, Katy." He looked intensely into her eyes and Amy missed Adrian's stare. She hoped that he and the rest of the gang were okay. "For god's sake, Alex! He stabbed you in the chest with his hand! You fucking died!" She felt her throat dry. She had been stabbed, yes, but with a sword. By Gaius.
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"Amy! Stop!" Alex heard a male voice screaming but she couldn't focus on the words. She was so hungry, and that woman's blood smelled so delicious. "Amy!" A strong hand seized her wrist, stopping her. A pair of blue eyes that weren't Nik's observed her face with awe. "You are alive." The tall man smiled. "Amy, you are alive."
"I'm not–" But before she couldn't finish, the world turned black.
"So you found her in Central Park, Raines?"
"Yes. She was about to attack a wounded woman. When I stopped her, she didn't seem to recognize me."
"She's probably still adjusting. It's been four days after all."
The voices sounded around her but she didn't recognize any of them. Alex felt strange… different. The last thing she remembered was Thomas' hand piercing open her chest, killing her. Alex opened her eyes and four unknown faces looked at her with concern.
"Oh my god!" The girl with glasses ran to her, tightly hugging her. She pushed the woman away, standing up.
"Lily, give her space." A woman with a stern gesture said.
"Amy, are you alright?" The tall man wearing a suit asked, looking concerned. She didn't answer, her eyes studied the space she was in. It was an elegant office, with a huge closed window. She rushed to it, opening the curtains.
"Oh my god…" She didn't know how but she wasn't in New Orleans anymore. Instead, a smoking New York was in front of her. "This can't be happening." She said, furrowing at the different voice that came from her mouth.
"Amy?"
"This is a nightmare," Alex whispered.
"I know how much you love New York, Amy. I wish you hadn't seen it like this." Alex didn't turn, now looking at her reflection in the window. A long-haired woman looked back at her. She moved like her but her features were unknown. Alex extended her hand towards the glass and so did the other woman. A hand on her shoulder, even gentle as his, made her flinch. "My apologies."
"It's fine."
"I'm sorry to ask this, but could you give us a moment of privacy?"
"Of course. Jax, Lily, come on." The other two headed to the door. "Don't forget about the meeting, Adrian."
"I know." She felt nervous, even though the man was watching her with concern and fondness. "Amy, are you aware of what is happening?"
"Not completely." He leaned against the desk.
"That night, in the Met… You were dying. And, as I held you, I made a decision." Adrian sighed guiltily. "I turned you."
"Yo-You turn me?"
"You are a vampire, Amy. Just like Lily, Jax, Kamilah, and me."
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"Come on, come on. Please work." Amy pressed and held the power button on the phone again, expected but the screen remained black and broken. "Damn it!" She threw it against the wall, frustrated. Amy sat on the edge of the sofa in, from what she understood, was Nik's apartment, where this Alex girl was staying. Amy had found the phone in her jacket. She intended to call her own cell and see what happened. It was a long shot but, If she was in Alex's body, could Alex be in hers? Unfortunately, she couldn't confirm or deny that theory at the moment.
She didn't want to ask for a cell phone and respond to questions she might not have an answer for.
For the moment she had decided to play along. It was better that they thought she was Alex instead of saying that someone else was in Alex's body and everybody thought she had lost her mind. Even though she already was thinking that.
She closed her eyes and her mind returned to Adrian and the Met. She could see his face, contracted with sorrow, as he held her. 'And I lo–' Was he saying that he loves her? She missed him and was scared of what was happening. Her eyes burned with tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks and she allowed herself to sink into the moment for a little.
"Alex?" Nik's voice cut the silence as he walked through the front door. He had left her to change her clothes.
"Yeah?" Amy quickly dried the tears away, composing herself.
"The gang is waiting for you to start the celebration." Nik walked to her, sitting beside her. She unintentionally tensed. "Before we head downstairs, I…" He scratched the back of his neck. "You know I'm not good at this."
"This?" Amy asked, confused.
"This. Talking and… Feelings." He cleared his throat. "About what happened before Thomas' attack, I–"
"Nik." Amy cut him off, "It's been a long and... Extremely weird day. Can we talk another time? Please?"
"Sure, Rook. C'mon, let's get you a drink." He stood and went to the door with Amy following him. Whatever he was about to say, she wasn't the person it was meant for. And, honestly, there was only one man she had feelings for… and she was determined to return to him.
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"Amy, please say something."
"I…" Alex returned her gaze at the window, looking at her reflection again. It seemed so unreal. "I understand." She honestly did. If someone dear to her were dying, she would definitely do whatever it is in her power to save them. Even turn them into a vampire.
"I know we haven't talked about your turning before but the mere thought of losing you was unbearable for me." Adrian said, deeply looking into her eyes. Alex turned away, scared that, somehow, he noticed it wasn't Amy's soul inside her body. "I'm truly sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Adrian." She forced a smile. "You have a meeting now?" Adrian nodded, still attentively observing her.
"Yes, indeed we do."
"With the rest of the vampires?"
"Not exactly. With Moira Pembrooke, about New York's situation."
"The Secretary of Defense?" Her jaw dropped and Adrian gently smiled.
"Are you interested in participating?"
"Yes!" Adrian chuckled.
"Let's go then." He made a gesture as he wanted to take her hand but, after observing her with a slight furrow between his eyebrows, he just fixed his sleeves in place, walking out of the office with Alex following him. She needed to be cautious. She not only was surrounded by four vampires but powerful people too with connections in the government.
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30 drabbles in 30 days masterlist
April 1: darling, dearest, dead (Tyril x Raine, Blades of Light and Shadow)
April 2: The Bigfoot Road Trip (Gaius, Lily, Bloodbound)
April 3: Trial by Dinner (Sebastyan x Emma, Crimes of Passion)
April 4: A Special Gift (Trystan x Emily, Crimes of Passion, for @moominofthevalley)
April 5: three princes walk into a bar (Trystan Thorne, Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Crimes of Passion, The Royal Romance, Rules of Engagement, written for Round Robin 2024)
April 6: The Shirt (Trystan x Emma, Crimes of Passion)
April 7: The Taco Constant (Ethan, Tobias, Open Heart)
April 8: Movement (Trystan x Emma, Crimes of Passion)
April 9: The Sock Giveaway (Adrian x Amy, Bloodbound)
April 10: Five of Cups (Gaius, Bloodbound)
April 11: A Beginning (Emma, Ruby, Crimes of Passion)
April 12: Uncharacteristic (Gabe x Quinn, Laws of Attraction)
April 13: Comfort (Thomas x Alex, Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U, for @storyofmychoices)
April 14: A Stagger in the Woods (Mal x Daenarya, Blades of Light and Shadow, for @storyofmychoices)
April 15: Move-In Day (Trystan x Emma, Crimes of Passion)
April 18: A Discovery (Mal x Autumn, Blades of Light and Shadow, for @dutifullynuttywitch)
April 19: An Awkward Interval (Ethan x Casey, Open Heart)
April 20: The Secret History (Trystan x Emma, Crimes of Passion)
April 21: A Midnight Chat (Tyril x Raine, Blades of Light and Shadow)
April 24: Preliminaries (Wind x Martin, Laws of Attraction, for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd)
April 25: Time (Rainier x River, Kindred)
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Casualties
Author's note: This is the second instalment of the Consequences series; I apologise for the lateness. Unfortunately, I have been ill recently and it just seems to be getting worse.
Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)
TW: brief use of language
Tagging: @itsjustwinter, @velvet1753, @spreeland, @the-fanart-girl, @rosesstuff and @desiree-pow-35-1986
Amy sits at the bar, scanning the room for any sign of a patron or two that she is able to recognise, but her search comes up empty. Behind her, the pounding of footsteps echo throughout the room, a chorus of laughter emanating from the dancefloor as a group of young men and women converse, their voices fighting to be heard over the deafening beat of the music.
She turns away with a quiet sigh, the blinding glare of the spotlights reflecting off the back of her crimson dress. She adjusts her perch on the stool, her heels scarcely reaching the metal ledge; she stills herself, the palms of her hands resting on her temples, her fingers entangled in her hair as she sniffles, reaching for her glass before bringing the rim up to her lips, an almost unbearable tightness developing in her throat as an all-too-familiar love song starts to play; a lovesick melody that spurs memories of a time that she longs to forget.
“You look like you could use another.”
She glances to her left, where a young man resides. He greets her with a sultry smile, his oceanic eyes catching with the light as he moves to sit down beside her, running a confident hand through his golden curls.
“What’s your poison?”
“I’m good,” she carefully lifts her glass in gesture, plastering on a feigned smile, “This one is more than enough.”
“Is that what you said the first four times?”
He tilts his head towards the wooden countertop beside her, where a collection of empty glasses reside, each varying in size.
“Rough night?”
She swirls her glass, her focus remaining on the ice as it clinks against the crystal.
“Something like that,” she murmurs.
He quirks a brow, “trouble in paradise?”
“What?”
He holds up his hands in mock surrender, “just trying to diffuse the tension.”
She sighs defeatedly, shaking her head, her eyes downcast.
“Sorry,” she mumbles, “I’m not exactly in a jokey mood.”
He smirks, “I’ve been told that I am a remarkably good listener.”
“I’d rather not,” she pauses hesitantly, her voice faltering slightly, “it’s…personal.”
“Let me guess..." he leans back in his chair, studying her stoic demeanour, “relationship problems.”
She looks up at him, her mouth slightly agape in surprise at his boldness.
“Wow,” she takes a lengthy sip of her drink, “you don’t quit while you’re ahead, huh?”
“Just trying to figure out what a gorgeous, young woman like yourself is doing all alone on a Friday night in a place like this.”
“It beats sitting at home doing nothing,” she stops herself, “though I could murder a tub of cookie dough ice cream right now.”
“What did he do? The guy.”
“He…was unfaithful.”
He winces, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I just thought that…he was the one, you know? I thought that I…” she trails off, “n-nevermind.”
He leans forward, resting his chin on his palm.
“Don’t stop on my account,” a slow smile builds on his features, “like I said, I’m a good listener.”
She thinks for a moment, uncertain as to whether she should continue, her trembling fingertips clasping onto the hem of her dress.
“That I… meant something to him…that…that he loved me.”
“Love is,” he appears lost in thought, a far-off look to his eyes, “it’s complicated.”
“It doesn’t exactly matter now,” she glances over her shoulder, her eyes befalling two bystanders, their arms locked around one another in a lovers embrace; she smiles sadly, enamoured by the sight, “it’s not like he actually loved me.”
“You clearly loved him.”
She clears her throat, shifting in her seat, “that was my mistake.”
“I don’t think it was.”
“You think that a tale of unrequited love wasn’t a waste of my time?”
“You don’t know how he felt,” he rests a supportive hand on her arm, squeezing slightly, “you shouldn’t assume that he doesn’t love you based on one silly mistake.”
“I wouldn’t call sleeping with another woman a ‘silly’ mistake.”
He smirks, proudly leaning back in his chair. She rolls her eyes.
“Did I say something funny?”
“Not at all,” he chuckles softly, running a graceful fingertip across the rim of her glass, “but you did just reveal all to a complete stranger.”
She turns her attention back to the bar, politely removing her drink from his grasp.
“Better to tell people that aren’t acquainted with the situation, I guess.”
“Maybe,” he tips his head in acknowledgement, “it’s less bias that way. I can see the appeal.”
“Well, now you know,” she collects her clutch from beside her, “you’ve got your story now.”
“That I do,” he looks over at the bartender, watching him in wonder as he begins to craft another mixer, “can I buy you a drink now?”
“I-I’m not-“
He cuts her off, holding up his hand in an attempt to silence her, completely ignoring her last retort as he leans over the bar to converse with a member of staff.
“A vodka and coke for me and another raspberry spritz for this one.”
The bartender nods, turning away as he begins to prepare the order. As the guy makes himself comfortable, Amy lifts herself upright, her arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her midsection. They sit in comfortable silence until the drinks arrive, Amy’s gaze remaining fixated on the bar in front of her.
“You know,” he clinks their glasses together, “I never got your name.”
“You don’t need it,” she replies curtly, “It’s not like you’re ever going to see me again.”
“Well, it would be nice to know the name of the one that graced me with her delightful company.”
“Again,” she clarifies, “you don’t need it.”
“Harsh,” he feigns offence, “I thought we were starting to get along.”
“The last thing I intended to do was offend you,” she pauses, removing the mint leaves from her liquor, “I just…don’t have any intention of returning. It’s not a regular haunt of mine.”
“Let me guess,” he steeples his fingers together, “you’re more of a library and museum girl.”
“There’s nothing wrong with either of them.”
“A bit too boring for my tastes.”
She goes to speak, but is caught off-guard, her eyes widening in horror as she feels his warm hand press against her lower back, the other snaking around to clasp at the material around her waist. She grits her teeth.
“Would you mind removing your hand?”
“Why?” He pouts, cocking his head in befuddlement, “I thought that you wanted a distraction.”
“I’m not interested, dude.”
“I don’t think you mean that.”
“I said no.”
She spins her stool, her entire body facing the opposite direction before sliding off the seat, hoping for a clean break from the situation that has just presented itself, but he moves quickly, placing himself in front of her.
“Let’s get out of here, hey? Let me worship you like that bastard should’ve done in the first place.”
Her brows raise coyly, “oh?”
He grins flirtatiously, his smile growing ever wider as she leans towards him, waiting for him to return the gesture; he reciprocates almost immediately, closing his eyes in anticipation for a kiss…
…just to be met by a manicured finger to the lips.
“I think I’ll pass, thanks,” she manoeuvres to the side, using his startled state as her chance to make her escape, “I’m past entertaining douchebags.”
With a flick of her hair, she saunters outside, grabbing ahold of her jacket as she ventures through the rowdy crowd of partygoers. She makes quick work of the trek towards Central Park, the sun-dappled leaves casting shadows on the pavement below as the streetlights illuminate their silhouettes. She continues on, silent tears now seeping into her skin as she starts to cry, her breath a quiet tremble. Her eyes travel along the path, her gaze quickly befalling a set of animal tracks disappearing into the undergrowth. She exhales sharply, the occasional drop of rain entangling itself in her hair, the crunch of crisp leaves underneath her feet.
Only after a moment does her phone ring. Confused by the sudden interruption, she retrieves the device, checking the caller ID before answering.
“M-mom?”
There is a brief pause on the other line before her mother speaks, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Hello, darling.”
“Is…is everything okay?” Amy sniffles, wiping at the tears that have started to stain her cheeks with the back of her hand, “I…I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
She receives no answer, at least not at first.
And then…a quiet sob, no louder than a whisper, sounds through the speaker.
“I’m s-sorry, sweetie,” she attempts to collect her thoughts, but it is to no avail, “your grandmother, she…she passed away earlier this morning.”
For a moment, it is as if the world stands still, Amy’s thoughts suddenly clouding over, as if she has forgotten the pain that she felt moments before. She instinctively reaches upwards, a trembling hand resting on her chest as her breath hitches in her throat.
“Sh-she…”
“I’m so sorry, Amy.”
“N-no…”
Amy stumbles slightly, her hand clasping onto the bark of a nearby oak in an attempt to ground herself. She tries in vain to regain her breath, but it isn’t long before she starts to cry, her palm cupping her mouth to muffle the sound.
“Amy? Are-are you there?”
She gasps, her voice cracked and quiet.
“C-can I call you t-tomorrow? I-I need…”
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, okay?”
“…yeah.”
She ends the call with a trembling hand, her arm immediately dropping to her side, as if every ounce of energy that she had left has now dissipated into smoke. She rests her head against the trunk, her eyes beginning to flutter closed as her body gives way, the roughness of the bark merely aiding her body in its slow descent to the floor. Once on the ground, she gathers her knees to her chest, her face burying itself in mourning.
An hour passes by, and Amy is frozen in place, her sobs now barely audible to the ear, her heart having grown tired of its grief. It is then that a supportive hand touches her shoulder, startling her. She looks up at the figure before her, her brows creasing in confusion as her eyes befall a familiar face looking down at her, regarding her with concern.
“K-Kamilah?”
Kamilah smiles sadly, offering Amy her hand. She takes it gently, allowing the vampire to help her to her feet. As she stands, she begins to stumble, a firm grasp on her arm the only thing keeping her upright. Kamilah quirks a brow.
“You’ve been drinking.”
“No…” she replies with a hint of sarcasm, “w-what makes you s-say that?”
“How much alcohol have you consumed?”
“Not enough,” she sighs, rocking on her heels, a long, jagged piece of bark digging into her palm as she leans back against the tree, “I…I d-don’t feel n-numb yet.”
Kamilah frowns, “you shouldn’t be on your own like this.”
Amy shrugs, “I’ve got this f-far. What are you doing here a-anyway?”
“I’ve been looking for you,” she folds her arms across her chest, “Adrian is beside himself with worry.”
“Adrian doesn’t c-care,” she sniffles, looking down at her feet, “h-he only pretended to.”
“You know as well as I that he would bask in the light of a thousand suns if it meant granting you even a minute of happiness.”
Amy frowns, shouldering her bag.
“It-it doesn’t m-matter now, anyway.”
Kamilah’s expression softens, “it may not matter to you, but it matters to him.”
“I guess you’re here to scold me, huh?”
“Not at all.”
“Then why have you been searching for me?”
“Because…” she trails off, her head tilting slightly at Amy’s inquisitiveness, “you’re more curious as a drunk. I don’t quite know whether to admire it or discourage it.”
When she receives no response, Kamilah sighs, turning to glance back at her trodden path.
“This whole Lena thing…it…it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Amy sniffles once more, shielding her face momentarily from view.
“Adrian’s made his b-bed. Now he needs to lie in it.”
“And you think he’s capable of what she claims? What he told you?”
“He told me…” she shakes her head, “it’s done now. We can’t change the past.”
“So you really think he’d drink himself silly and bed another when he’s head over heels for you?”
“People have done worse.”
“Yes, well…” Kamilah reaches towards her, interlacing her arm with Amy’s, “this whole situation makes me feel ill and I am determined to find out why.”
“Why bother?” Amy missteps, bumping into Kamilah as the vampire guides her back towards civilisation, “it’s not your relationship.”
“You make Adrian happy; the happiest that he has been for over a century. If he’s miserable, then I’m miserable.”
“You make it sound as if you’re tied at the hip.”
Kamilah smiles softly, “you could say that.”
The pair walk on, a gentle rain starting to coat their skin. Amy sniffles, looking up at the stars with a tearful smile.
“Do you believe in Heaven?”
Kamilah’s brows furrow, “that’s a rather philosophical question.”
“Sorry,” she looks downward, biting her lip, “but…do you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” she counters, “the only belief that should matter to you is your own.”
She falls quiet; Kamilah watches on, her expression growing wary.
“Has something happened, Amy?”
“My…my grandmother died this morning.”
“Oh,” Kamilah’s face falls for a moment, her tone sympathetic, “I…I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I…I want to believe in heaven. I-I want to believe that someday we’ll…we’ll see each other again, but…” she meets Kamilah’s gaze, “does that sound stupid?”
“Were you close to her?”
Amy nods.
“I can’t really speak on the whole heaven thing,” she leads Amy across the bridge, twigs snapping underneath her heels as they venture towards the edge of the park, “when I was a mortal, I believed in a lot of things – gods, the afterlife…”
She stops abruptly, resting a comforting hand on Amy’s shoulder.
“But I do know that those that we love never really leave us. They may no longer be around in the physical sense, but we feel their presence. They’re in the stories that we tell, the jokes that we share, the choices we make…” she trails off, but quickly recovers, “your grandmother may be gone, but she will never be forgotten.”
“I…th-thank you.”
Kamilah nods; they share a comfortable silence, neither of them uttering a single word to one another. It is only when they reach the exit that Amy stops, the sound of car horns and the aroma of wet grass quickly infiltrating her senses.
“A-are we going back to my apartment?”
“No.”
They turn left, heading towards the chaos of city life and in the direction of a place that Amy knows all-too well.
Raines Corp.
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my babies are getting married💕
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Could you do a au + trope + prompt for Adrian and mc please au #5 trope #9 prompt #10 thank you
Hi sweetie! Thank you so much for the request and I'm so so sooo sorry you had to wait so long! I hope the wait has worth it! Have an awesome day!
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Failed Suprise
Pairing: Adrian x mc (Amy)
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 878
Summary: It was Amy's day off, but Adrian was still working, so Amy decided to surprise him with his favorite dinner which goes a little differently from what she had planned.
Notes: I know everyone's anxious and sad about Bloodbound ending and the theories aren't making things any better. So I decided to write some fluff and heard some people talking about wanting to see domestic Adrian and mc so here it is!
Tagging: @avamarieland @bloodbound-writes @when-it-raines @violinet @badgoodfishes @bbchoices
Hmm… Easy. Amy thought to herself when she looked at the recipe and wore her new yellow apron and got all the ingredients prepared to cook the steak.
She placed the pan over medium high heat just like the recipe said and heated the oil. Then when the oil was about to smoke she added the steak that she had seasoned to the pan. “Cook for about seven minutes, then flip and add butter.” She waits and after seven minutes flips it and adds the butter. “So far so good.” Amy's phone rang, she washed her hands and went to pick it up.
“Hey, Lily. What's up?”
“Amy! A dope ass video game I've been waiting forever is finally out! I want you to join me playing it tomorrow. Hope you're not too busy with work or Gramps over there!”
“No, I'm free tomorrow! And it's been a while since we hung out together, tell me more about this game.”
They continue talking for a while and Amy only remembers about the steak, when she smells something burning. “Shit!” She curses. “I'll call you back in a bit, Lily.” She says and hangs up.
Amy turns off the heat and picks the burnt steak with a tong. “Well this is completely ruined…” She said, sighing. Then Adrian walks into the kitchen.
“Adrian! You're back early?”
“Yes, I was able to complete my work early. What were you up to?” He asked, looking at the smoke and steak.
“Since I had the day off I thought of cooking you something.” Amy felt herself blushing while saying that for some reason.
“You didn't have to but it's very thoughtful of you.” He smiled, moved closer to her and kissed her, a long lingering kiss.
She felt slightly breathless when they parted.
“Also I like my steak extra rare, not well done.” He said, grinning, gesturing to the burnt steak.
Amy hit his arm and laughed.
“Let me help you cook another one.”
Amy nodded and threw the burnt steak in the dustbin.
Adrian took his suit jacket and tie off and wore an apron. He washed his hands and got another pan.
Amy looked at him and commented “You look very…”
“Domestic?” He asked with a laugh.
“Yup.” She giggled.
Adrian placed the pan over heat, and Amy seasoned the steak.
“Smells delicious!” Amy said breathing in the aroma when the steak was almost done.
Adrian smiled. “You go get the wine. I'll plate these by then.”
“Okay.” She answered and got a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947 from the wine cabinet.
“You know your wine.” Adrian commented as Amy poured wine into the glasses. She smirked in reply, remembering that he had said the same thing the night he took her “up” for dinner to his rooftop restaurant.
They sat at the kitchen counter. Amy took a bite and said, “Mm I was right! This is indeed delicious. One of the best steaks I've ever had. I'm kinda glad that I burnt the one I was cooking.”
Adrian shook his head and laughed. “I should cook for you more often if you like it that much.”
“Yes! Or maybe, we could cook together even though you were the one who did most of the work, I'll do better next time and definitely not talk on the phone and forget about the dish.” She said, laughing.
“So, that was how you burnt it?” He asked, chuckling.
“Yeah…” Amy answered sheepishly.
“It's fine, just be more careful and attentive if you decide to cook again next time.” He said, rubbing her hand.
Amy smiled and blushed a little. “I will be Adrian.” he smiled and kissed her hand.
“Dance with me?” Adrian asked once they were done eating.
Amy giggled softly “Adrian, there's still the dishes!”
Adrian chuckled and shook his head “Let's leave them for now, just dance with me, please?”
Amy nodded and smiled, he took her hand and led her over to the living room, dimmed the lighting and played Fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra. It was one of Adrian's favorites and Amy had also begun to like it.
Adrian swirled her in his arms. They fell in step, letting the rhythm control their movements. Everything around them fading, it felt as if they were the only ones left in this world.
The moonlight glistened Adrian's eyes, a smile spreading across his handsome face. He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Amy's lips went to his ears and whispered “You are such a romantic.” She set her head on his shoulder, and they continued to dance too lost in the music to halt. Time passed as their feet moved in steps of the foxtrot.
Amy brought her head up and sleepily opened her eyes. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. He wraps his arms around her neck in return and holds her tight as the kiss continues.
The mess in the kitchen was forgotten, it could wait until tomorrow. Right now they just wanted to be lost in each other.
#adrian raines#adrian raines x mc#adrian x amy#adrian x mc#adrian raines fanfiction#choices fanfiction#bloodboundchoices#Bloodbound#bb#choices fanfic#choicesgame
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kamilah x mc (magic mike au) - the exquisite
I’ve been watching Magic Mike recently, and I got really inspired at some point, so here you go! A small one shot, enjoy x
Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Ashryver)
Word Count: 1,129
Summary: Kamilah gets all hot and bothered when Amy arrived at her apartment late after work. Amy decides to help Kamilah blow off some steam by reenacting how they first met.
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3.00am, Kamilah’s apartment, New York City
Kamilah watched the wine swirl in her glass. The predatory irises followed the movements of the red waves lapping at the rim of her glass as she took a sip. New York City nightlife was a view to be seen from where she lived, better than the one that she could see from her office which was only a few floors below.
Just as she was about to get more impatient with the time, the elevator doors opened, revealing Amy Ashryver, her sworn brother Adrian’s assistant and her very own lover. A fellow non-human as well.
“You’re fashionably late, darling,” Kamilah drawled, setting down her glass and eyed Amy’s outfit for her shift. She was wearing all Gucci tonight; an oversized floral silk blouse, along with a tweed mini skirt, finishing off with a pair of suede sandals. Kamilah silently wondered how Adrian managed to concentrate with his assistant looking like that.
“I had to settle the administration matters before I end my shift, Kamilah,” Amy purred, dropping her coat off on one of the dinner table chairs. She strutted towards the vampire, who was now standing at the top of the steps to her bedroom area.
Kamilah gripped Amy’s waist and pulled her flush against her own body. “You know how impatient I get whenever you come home late in something so irresistibly sexy.”
“Impatient, you say,” the Bloodkeeper playfully shoved Kamilah onto a nearby chair, bracing herself against the arms of the chair. Amy’s lips were brushing teasingly against Kamilah’s.
“Let’s reenact how we met, hm?”
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(FLASHBACK)
3.00am, The Xquisite, New York City
Kamilah somehow regretted coming to the club after a long day at work. It was a rare occasion like this for someone as popular as herself to appear at a strip club after work. She wasn’t afraid of ruining her reputation, but this...wasn’t her place to be.
Adrian somehow bribed her into going there, after saying that he would be his treat at the bar. However, when Kamilah reached the entrance, she received a cheeky message from her sworn brother, telling her to ‘have fun’ on her own as he had work to do. She knew him well enough to know his lies.
The vampire silently sipped on her Scotch (neat) as she eyed the emcee on stage. They were announcing a group of performers who will be bringing the all-women club-goers, a classic performance.
The lights dimmed. The beat dropped.
There at the center of the spotlight, were two women. One was wearing a silk button up shirt, a few buttons popped to reveal her caramel skin underneath the material. She had golden body chains underneath her shirt, which was half tucked out of her skinny jeans.
Then, Kamilah’s eyes fell to the other woman standing next to the dancer. And everything else fell away for a moment.
By the gods, this woman was hot.
Both of them were attractive for sure, but Kamilah could not stop looking at this woman’s face. Sharp, crisp jawline, angled features, skin tone she could only describe as ‘light’. Her hair was amber, and she had freckles on her cheeks and on her exposed chest and gods she had her shirt off.
The pale-skinned woman was sitting on a chair with a very seductive pose, wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra and black, leather pants. Kamilah barely realised Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ playing, as the dancers rolled their bodies along the chairs’ back, somewhat mirroring each other’s movements. Like a mirror.
“That’s Amy and Arin. Great ladies. They do a lot of routines together, but they’ve been working quite hard on this one. Amy is Xquisite’s star in New York City,” Kamilah heard the bartender speak from her back.
The financial CEO watched the hypnotic sway of Amy’s hips, and her skilful dance moves, gliding across the stage with her fellow dance partner like water. She had never seen dancing this hypnotic ever since she was courted by courtesans in Egypt as well as in Rome while visiting with her cousin Cleopatra.
Amy had hopped off the stage, the crowd cheering as she made her way towards Kamilah, who went rigid when she realised what was going on.
“Hey man, just go for it,” the bartender chuckled. “Consider it an honour to be ‘courted’ by Amy herself. Many ladies want her on their bodies, you know.”
The Egyptian grumbled. “Ugh, fine.”
Kamilah sat down on the chair, behind was another lucky woman who was chosen by Arin from the crowd. Then, they worked their charm.
Amy spread Kamilah’s legs, pulling herself in between by bracing her arms on the vampire’s shoulders. The amber-haired girl then climbed onto the chair, caressing Kamilah’s cheek with an elegant hand, standing above her body. Next, she hopped off the chair and did a backward tumble, landing her hips against Kamilah’s and started to grind.
Thank god for the dark environment or else the crowd would see Kamilah’s expression. But she liked the move anyway.
Amy flipped her body and ground against Kamilah’s hips face to face, pulling her weight downwards and braced an arm on the floor. She brought Kamilah’s face closer with a slight nudge with her right leg.
Amy and Arin shifted their chairs so that Kamilah and the other woman could lay down side by side.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
“As much as our first meeting was to my taste, my love,” Kamilah swooped Amy into her arms and dropped her onto the bed. “I would very much like to enjoy our time now, together.”
Amy laughed, wrapping her arms around Kamilah’s neck, pulling her into a heated kiss. Both of them shrugged out of their clothes, thrown unceremoniously onto the marble-tiled floor. “Anything you want, Kamilah. You can have me, I’m always here.”
The vampire’s growl rumbled against her neck, as a trail of fiery kisses went along her collarbone, to the valley between Amy’s breasts, to her navel...and lower…
“Oooohhhhh yeaahhhh,” Amy moaned, threading her fingers into Kamilah’s silky hair. Her tongue was gentle against her, mapping out Amy’s weak spots, and striking when the Bloodkeeper least expected it.
“God, Kamilah, don’t stop.”
All hints of amusement vanished from Kamilah’s red eyes, replaced with the haziness of lust and desire.
“As you wish, my lady.”
Amy’s fingers tightened in Kamilah’s hair as the latter devoured her. She leaned her head back, smiling as pleasure unfurled through her body.
For some reason, Ginuwine’s song rung in Kamilah’s ears.
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juice flowing down your thigh
She smiled and rode on the rollercoaster of pleasure.
#playchoices#choices bloodbound#bb kamilah#choices kamilah#kamilah sayeed x mc#kamilah sayeed#mc x kamilah#kamilah sayeed fanfiction#adrian raines#magic mike au#i missed writing haaawwttt stufff#*groans*#miss sayeed wants to be rode on#amy's the pony
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Wow if you’re looking for the perfect bloodbound song for li’s (especially Adrian) this is it
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