#kamilah the bloodqueen post
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Note: It has been a very long time since I wrote anything - this was a simple draft/workspace for me to get back into the groove of fanfiction and to play around with the style of writing that I may want to use.
—----------------- Amy’s POV —---------------------------------
*Beep Beep*
*Beep Beep*
The ringing of my 4 a.m alarm blasted on the table beside me as I rolled over to turn that shit off.
“Another damned monday…” I grumbled to myself as I reluctantly dragged myself out of my perfect warm bed. “Let’s just get this over with.” I pulled my ‘I <3 NY’ shirt over my head and headed for the shower. The cold water blasted my back which made me arch my back more than any lover had ever been able to. As it warmed I ran over all of my to-do list tasks that I would certainly forget the moment I left the shower.
“Open the store, restock the sugar and stir-sticks, fix the cappuccino machine, replace the coffee filters, grind new coffee grounds before the morning rush. Yep, not a busy day at all, not at all.” That was a lie, but lying to myself was the best way to keep myself sane - else I would worry about every little thing until I combust. I shut the shower off, and dried myself with a towel before applying lotion and running through my typical post-shower routine. Eventually I made my way out the bathroom, got dressed in my casual t-shirt and blue jeans and made my way to the kitchen. I guess Lily didn’t have to clock into work today, else she’d be out the door but instead she’s passed out on the sofa with half a bottle of liquor left. I left a glass of water beside her along with a bottle of ibuprofen and hangover meds because her hangover is extremely predictable. I left a small note next to her and left for the cafe.
The streets of New York are nothing like Times Square, especially at the ungodly hour of the morning that it is. I carried my pepper spray unlocked, absolutely ready to throw hands and run at the slightest sound of another human being. I almost made it to the cafe with no issues, but as I passed the alley adjacent to it that’s when I heard the most ungodly growl I had ever heard before - followed by a scream or a squeal of some sort - but I wasn’t about to stick around to find out. I dashed to the cafe door and with shaky hands and a pounding heart I shakily took out the keys to unlock it - but then I felt someone behind me.
“Having difficulty?”
A tall woman, slender build but not skinny by any means stood just a few inches away from my face. Her hair was brown, it matched her eyes perfectly, the same way her maroon suit seemed to complement her tan skin and build. Had I not been overcome with fear I would have fallen for her instantly - luckily my instincts took over instead of my horny urges.
“No. Please leave me alone.”
The break of silence between her question and my response must’ve taken too long, because she simply smirked and crossed her arms as my fear grew more prevalent.
“I see, not a problem. Stay safe, the streets of New York are dangerous for a beautiful young woman such as yourself. You never know what’s hiding in the dark.”
Her voice was so commanding, so smooth and elegant, I was convinced she could talk her way out of anything.
“I think I can handle the dark by myself - thank you.”
Her words resonated with me, perhaps it was the mystery in her eyes or the innuendo I hadn’t picked up on but I would never see her again so it didn’t matter. With that over I turned and let myself into the shop. I dropped my bag and started on my list of tasks - slowly but surely working my way through them as the time grew closer to open.
—----------------------------------------- Kamilah’s POV ---------------------------------------
I felt the sun on my skin, I could hear the water of the Nile and the sand on my feet. Home.
“Kamilah?”
I turned and I saw her - a stunning woman with blonde hair and the softest smile, a breathtaking body and a voice that could bring me to my knees. My lover, Anat. Then, she began to burn along with my home. I reached for her but my body was frozen, all I could do was hear her cries for me.
Kamilah…find…me.
I awake in a cold sweat with the urge to cry - Anat - my lover, the woman I had loved more than myself - the woman who continually haunts my dreams. They feel so real, as if they’re not really dreams, but it’s pointless to make such accusations, especially over a dead lover. I dressed myself and made my way towards a feeding alley. It was still in the dark hours of night and there was plenty of time for me to feed before I had to get to Ahmanet Financial. I walked to the alley, making haste and met with Tauna - a new volunteer who seemed eager to assist with my hunger.
“I’ll make this quick.” I gently cradled her neck and sank my fangs half an inch into her skin, making haste but not too quickly. She let out a bit of a scream at the end, they usually do, but someone caught it - and now it was my problem to deal with.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
I followed the blonde figure to a coffee shop, my instincts told me I should’ve walked away, but there was something about her that simply drew me to her and I couldn’t place a pin on it.
“Having difficulty?” I spoke as softly as I could and yet she still jumped like a deer in headlights. That’s when I saw her, Anat, she looked just like her, a near carbon copy of her. It was nearly ironic, here I asked her if she was having difficulty but here I was struggling to trust my own eyes.
“No. Please leave me alone.”
I took that as my cue to leave, I was starstruck but I left knowing to prevent her from catching any vampire feeding in the future.
“I see, not a problem. Stay safe, the streets of New York are dangerous for a beautiful young woman such as yourself. You never know what’s hiding in the dark.”
I turned and immediately called Adrian once I rounded the corner.
“Kamilah, it’s very early, the sun is about to come up and you’re just going to Ahmanet Financial?”
“Yes but that is not why I called you. You remember Anat?”
“I do.”
“I ran into a woman who looked like her today.”
“That may just be a coincidence Kamilah..”
“Adrian, this woman - she looks just like Anat. I mean she even had the same mole on her collarbone. It was as if she had been brought back from the dead.”
“Kamilah, have you ever heard the legend of the bloodkeeper?”
“Yes, but Anat wasn’t-”
“She was.”
“She never told me that.”
“They’re never supposed to, it’s some sort of lineage thing. If they reveal that lineage it could become threatened…”
“Then that woman is in more danger than she knows…”
“You don’t know she doesn’t know.”
“Adrian I just get this feeling she doesn’t know.”
“You don’t know that and by revealing it to her you could spook her and that would cause problems…”
“Adrian, I’ve been having those dreams…if she’s a bloodkeeper then these dreams mean something…”
“Kamilah…you can’t just go around exposing our darkest, more sacred vampiric secrets to anyone you suspect is a bloodkeeper.”
“What if I could get her to sync with Jameson?”
“That would take an awful lot of convincing…and if she did and isn’t a bloodkeeper…”
“Then Jameson will wipe her memory and all will be resolved-”
I hung up the phone, what I was about to do was stupid, reckless and something Adrian was more likely to do - but I had to know and I was going to find out one way or another.
—--------------------------------- Amy’s POV ------------------------------------------
6:30 am.
“Shit, here we go I guess…” I flipped the ‘open’ sign to the outside and simply waited on my phone for whoever was brave enough to be the first customer.
“Excuse me?”
Fuck here we go. I hope it’s not some- oh. Why is she here? I guess she was awake pretty early too…whatever it’s just a coincidence.
“Hi, what can I get started for you today?”
“A black coffee.”
“One black coffee. Anything else?”
“Blood.”
I immediately glanced up and that’s when I saw it - her eyes. Her brown eyes turned red, and it was terrifying. There was no way I just heard someone order blood from a cafe at 6:30 in the morning and there was no way this woman’s eyes were red. I was just seeing things…right?
“I’m sorry, I must have not heard you correctly? And I must be seeing things…please give me a moment…”
I shook my head and composed myself as quickly as I could - but when I looked back up at her - the red eyes were gone and she looked just as confused as I did.
“I apologize, I’ll get that black coffee started for you.”
I had to stop myself from sprinting to the back and calling the police, or an ambulance, or both. I took a minute to breathe - there was a logical explanation for this and that explanation was sleep deprivation. Yes, it was the lack of sleep and only that - mythical creatures aren’t real. I brewed her black coffee and made my way back to the counter where she perched herself on a stool.
“Here’s that black coffee. Have a good day.” I smiled and returned to my phone - trying to ignore the feeling that she was staring right at me. After a minute I heard the stool shift, and just like that she was gone - thank god.
“That was weird…” I mumbled.
“That’s not the half of it…”
I jumped out of my chair and turned around so fast I nearly fell. She hadn’t left the store - which made sense since I didn’t hear the ding of the bell but I had just assumed it was because I zoned out. She leaned over me, slowly backing me into the backroom of the cafe. My heart pounded, my hands grew sweaty and I was mentally preparing to fight for my life.
“I’m not going to hurt you - I just need you to come with me…” Her eyes were soft and her voice comforting - but in N.Y none of that can be trusted.
“Oh yeah, just leave my job with some random stranger who has scared me half to death twice in a fucking day. How stupid do you think I am? I don’t know what shit you’re trying to pull but it won’t work!”
I did my best to speak firmly but it was obvious that I was terrified. My body was trembling and I could feel the tears building in my eyes as she backed me into the wall, her body pressed against mine and her face inches from mine.
“Amy…”
“What? How do you know my name? Who the fuck are you?”
“Please, I’m not going to hurt you - I can’t explain it here but I need you to come with me…”
“No…no I won’t!”
I mustered all my strength and pushed her away and made a run for the door. I didn’t care about my bag or the store - Evan would understand why I left it. All I cared about was sprinting as far away from the cafe - and her - as fast as my legs could carry me.
My head raced as my legs began to feel like jelly.
Who was she? How did she know my name? Was she the person I heard screaming? Why did she say those things?
I started to feel dizzy, but I didn’t care - I was still terrified and I would run until I passed out or made it back home.
I didn’t make it home.
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#kamilah the bloodqueen post#god it's been ages...#anyways so this is also trash and i dont know what i am doing#i spent 20 minutes on this bc i got a burst of creativity so no i didnt proof read and no i do not care#i go to sleep now thank you
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I Hope this does not sound weird or like obsessive.
But Am I the only one who is kinda worried about @phoenix-sayeed, cause she’s been gone for a while and it’s not to say that she can’t take breaks or quit unannounced. I just think it’s not like her since she posted stuff and updates frequently.
Also she was a great Internet friend so I’m just worried about her as a friend since she was always kind to me.
And lastly I’m kinda worried she had another health problem since the last time she had a stroke. I just hope she is genuinely ok and doing well and that this is not a repeat of another stroke.
Also sorry for the random tags but I just thought to tag other people in the bloodbound fandom to simply raise awareness or have this get attention.
@masked-alien-lesbian @kamilah-the-bloodqueen @kamilah-is-queen @xantheaugustine @sevika-and-kamilahs @wildsayeed @clan-sayeed-fic @the-council-of-new-york-vampires
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Sent by @kamilah-the-bloodqueen
‘I wish choices represented more body types. All the MCs are skinny and I feel like it sends a poor message because all body types and beautiful. I definitely don’t always want a super skinny, super ripped LI, sometimes I was a normal looking LI. That’s all folks.’
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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21 and 24 for Kamilah
21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?
The only thing cooler than Kamilah’s sleek black Bentley is her level head. There are certain things that are exceptions -- anyone who tries to imply she was Gaius’ puppet or doll, when Nadya found out about her bloody past, lack of common sense in the general human populace -- but you don’t get to be her age and not learn which fights to pick and when to pick them.
Her patience is... limited. Less so with Nadya, whose quirks she’s come to almost find sweet more than they are a little irritating. Definitely pretty much nonexistent when it comes to the likes of just generally terrible people such as Cecil, Priya, Cynbel, the idiot CEO who ‘congratulated’ her on her recent promotion at a conference in Switzerland for a handful of the best financial minds in the world. But she’s Kamilah; she doesn’t lose it, she just finds right where to stab them (metaphorically these days, less so back then) for a clean kill.
In the CEO’s case, it should be mentioned, she got a particularly prideful kick out of buying his company right out from under his ridiculous and uselessly expensive shoes.
When she does lose her temper... well look at what happened with Nadya. Oh she regretted it the moment her head cleared, but ‘blind rage’ can sometimes be a bit literal when it comes to the former Bloodqueen.
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
While her general existence is primarily nocturnal, one thing vampirism didn’t bother curing was her inherited insomnia, from which she and Lysimachus frequently suffered. It works out for her business, for Council affairs and the occasional dabbling hobby, and definitely for Nadya when it seems like their work schedules never make for time to unwind. But sometimes the insomnia just makes her... stagnant. And those are very scary times.
She doesn’t snore so much as... well Nadya calls it purring but Nadya also frequently compares a sleeping Kamilah to a sprawled-out Big Cat, so of course she sticks with the analogy. That’s only for her deep, usually post-sex sleeping though. Her more common 1-2 hour dozes are as silent as they are (to Nadya) unhealthy.
If Kamilah used to have a preference about what she sleeps on, she’s long since forgotten it. Out of necessity more than anything. Beds have changed a lot in her lifetime. How they’re made, what they’re made of, size softness price you name it she’s seen it take a 180. She’s also not unaccustomed to taking her dozes on her office couch, which Nadya has compared to a pile of bricks with a leather cover; or a straw cot, or the corner of a barn.
At this point in her life... if given a choice Kamilah will lead a little more towards something more firm on the back. Something that lets her spread out as she pleases, Nadya be damned, and with ample space for thick blankets. Those aren’t for her though; she doesn’t like the weight and prefers the simple cotton bedsheet. No the blankets are for Nadya, poor thing. But she’s earned them with her many sacrifices... like letting a room-temperature body use her as a human pillow... and usually doing so while naked.
super detailed questions for OCs | ask me! (OCs & Canons!)
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I miss Kamilah so much! 😩. I’m sorry I didn’t do her justice but I tried 😂.
Little request from @kamilah-the-bloodqueen
Wasn’t sure whether to post it but here it is.
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Umm that “attack” on MC was so stupid 😭 - I wanted to be stabbed, shot or severely wounded so my LI could show up at the hospital burning with rage and worry while the drama of the press and trip unfold.
#choices fa#choices foreign affairs#foreign affairs#blaine hayes#ayna seth#tatum mendoza#kamilah the bloodqueen post
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Remember Me (4/???)
I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH. Honestly I lost a lot of motivation to write after Bloodbound because PB has greatly decreased in the quality of their books. I am still trying to find the time and motivation to write and am forcing myself to finish my series at the very least but if I am being completely honest I feel like the Kamilah fandom has died, PB’s books mostly suck and I don’t even really play choices anymore. Who knows, I’m trying to learn to write the code for episode so maybe I’ll start posting my own stories and choices on that platform with better plot, smut and less diamond focus since it would be a hobby. This chapter is ASS and mostly just moves the plot along - so if you want action I would wait for a different series or later chapter - okay bye!
Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (Amy)
Tags: I paused the tag list since it’s been so fucking long but if you want a tag please let me know because I’m pretty sure most people think this series died with me :)
Words: ~1500 (Short because I needed to finish a chapter to motivate me to finish the next)
Kamilah took a deep breath as she knelt on the floor beside Adrian, carefully wrapping her arms around her brother, her heart sinking with every sob that left his lips. She didn’t speak, she knew her words would come off too harshly and she couldn’t blame Adrian for feeling that way, after all she knew how much he loved Amy.
“Adrian, I’m sorry. I...I truly don’t know what to say.” As their eyes met Kamilah saw exactly how devastated he was, and even in her two thousand years of life, she had never been in his situation.
“Kamilah, do you think she’ll...well she says we’re just friends but do you think she’ll fall in love with me again?” His lips trembled, his hands shaking and his eyes glistened with tears.
“I don’t know. As much as I believe love is a silly mortal affair, and a simple chemical reaction, it can’t be forced but I’m sure if you just be yourself and do your best to be her friend that any romantic feelings will follow.” Kamilah moved away as Adrian calmed himself, both of them passing a nod of agreement as he wiped his face clean with tissues.
“Your wisdom has always guided me well Kamilah.”
“I suppose that is two thousand sixty three years of experience speaking.”
“Heh, I guess my two hundred years don’t nearly compare...”
“You’re still a simple child in my eyes, I just took a liking to you.”
“Well, thank you Kamilah. It seems I owe you quite a bit.”
They both stood from the floor and took seats on Adrian’s office couch, Kamilah folding her legs and crossing her arms and Adrian crossing his ankles and folding his arms.
“We’re practically siblings - you don’t owe me anything. Just try to take care of yourself and well...don’t expect anything from Amy. I’m sure this is difficult for her, difficult is an understatement. I can’t imagine what she’s experiencing.”
“Maybe I’ve been too selfish Kamilah...I’ve been thinking more about what I want from her instead of focusing on if she’s okay or what she wants.”
“Sometimes it’s alright to be selfish, and I can understand why you felt that way but you are correct, we need to focus on what Amy wants now, not what she wanted before the accident.”
“You’re absolutely right. I can only hope for the best...I just really...I really wanted...I believed she was the one.”
“I know you did. I wanted her to be the one for you as well, I still hope she comes back to you Adrian.”
“Me too.”
Adrian’s phone buzzed at the same time Kamilah’s did, Lily having texted both of them to rendezvous with her and Jax at Amy’s old apartment to talk about the recent events.
“We should go, but do you feel okay?” Kamilah patted Adrian’s shoulder as they both stood from the couch.
“Yes I think so.” They hurried to the elevator and got into Adrian’s black Mercedes as they navigated towards Lily’s apartment. Once they arrived Lily greeted them before guiding them up to the apartment where Jax waited on the couch with a beer in hand.
“Hey guys...how ya doin?” His words were slurred and he was obviously under the influence to a decent extent.
“Tell me you have something other than beer Lily.” Kamilah grimaced as Jax took another swig of the beer. She had no problem with beer but she hated that brand and would rather remain sober than allow herself to drink that brand.
“Yeah, vodka or wine?”
“Vodka.” Kamilah spoke without hesitation while Adrian grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a seat next to Jax on the couch. Lily began to pour Kamilah a shot, and once the glass was full Kamilah took the bottle from her and took two large gulps before sitting on the leather chair and holding the bottle with one hand.
“So we’re here to get drunk? I thought we were supposed to talk about Amy?” Kamilah’s voice broke the deathly silence that filled the room. Adrian leaned in the door before removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and, grabbing three bottles of the cheap beer and sinking into the recliner opposite of Lily and Jax.
“I didn’t want to drink...well grieve...alone. I mean I can’t do this with Amy anymore...well I could but it wouldn’t be the same... and I have my friend back but it’s really just...it’s not the same. I don’t know I just didn’t...you can leave if you want but I didn’t want to grieve alone…” Lily began to sob, her tears falling into her glass of wine as Jax and Adrian frowned. Kamilah held her stoic expression, but even the alcohol could not erase the ache she felt in her chest.
“I see, well I guess we all process grief differently…” Kamilah spoke calmly, but deep down she felt her own sense of grief. As she gazed around she realized how messy Jax’s hair and clothes were, and how exhausted and drained Lily was. “You guys look a mess…”
“Thanks Kamilah.” Jax drunkenly snickered and Lily sniffled. Adrian remained quiet, taking a long drink from the bottle in his hand before switching to the other glass and downing it just as quickly.
“Does this not fucking hurt you?” Lily drunkenly scolded as Kamilah flinched ever so slightly. None of them had ever heard Lily so fragile, so devastated. She had every reason to be - she had lost her best friend - even though Amy had survived the accident, the memories were all gone and everything they had once shared was gone.
“It...does...I was just remarking on-”
“I don’t care about your remarks, at least not now. Don’t you fucking get it? I lost my fucking best friend and I have to watch her find everything again! Do you know how that fucking feels Kamilah? I’m sure you do from all your time as a vampire, but please, for the love of god and for the sake of our friendship just shut the fuck up. I can’t handle this.” Lily’s hand gripped on her bottle as it shattered against her palm, the beer pouring onto the tile floor and seeping into the edges of the carpet.
“I...apologize Lily…”
“It’s fine! It’s fine! Everything is fine I guess. I don’t know I just...I’m not coping well...and I feel guilty for saying that because Amy has it the hardest of us all and yet here I am getting wasted to be in her position - to forget everything while also being the person who put her in this position in the first fucking place. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same as it was before…”
“Maybe that’s for the best…” Adrian finally joined the conversation. Kamilah, Lily and Jax turned to face him as he swirled the bottle around in his hand - his brown eyes shiny from the tears that had built up. “...we all lost someone...Amy was a different person to each of us...but maybe we have to lose that person for some reason…”
“Adrian, do not try to give me that ‘it’s for the best’ bullshit.” Lily took a deep breath as Adrian shrugged.
“I’m not. I guess it’s just the alcohol talking, but I was going to propose to Amy that night and maybe it was a sign I shouldn’t have, or maybe the world is punishing me for my sins...but fuck all of that...it’s...it’s a forgotten memory and we need to forget just like Amy...”
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It was a weird feeling that I couldn’t describe. Having people who seemed like strangers tell me all about the things we’ve done together gave me such comfort and anxiety at the same time. I wanted to believe and trust each of them but at the same time, it would be so easy to lie about it. Maybe I’m just being paranoid about the situation - nobody would really benefit from creating an elaborate story just to mess with my mind.
God this IV really stings...and now that I’m thinking about it, my ribs really hurt too. I should call the doctor or nurse but it’s nearly midnight. I mean it’s their job but they’re humans and I don’t want to be that super needy patient…
At least that Lily girl seems genuine, I can see why I was her best friend. I appreciate her sincerity more than I can verbalize to her. I’m still wary of Jax though - that man looks like he could kill in an instant and I don’t want to get on his bad side. I’m glad they’re friends with each other though - they seem to get along really well and...Adrian. Poor bastard. I broke his heart. I broke his heart and I can’t even help it. How am I supposed to even really process that whole fucking mess. He’s so sweet and gentle and genuine and I can’t even reciprocate it back to him...but maybe with time I could…? But Kamilah...she makes my heart skip a beat too...but she’s so unlike anyone I’ve even taken interest in - callous and stoic most of the time with very few soft spots. It wouldn’t be any type of understatement to claim my heart is as confused as my head.
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I drafted something up because I finally got a little inspo n needed a refresher before resuming my actual works/series.
“Hey Kami, how was your day?” I gently wrapped my arms around my lover as she closed the apartment door. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, I could sense something was wrong but I didn’t understand what could be wrong. “Did something happen at work?”
I felt her body tense in my arms before she shifted away from me and brushed her suit jacket off. I dropped my arms to my side and furrowed my brows in disappointment and concern.
“No, everything is just fine darling, I’m just tired.” I got the feeling in my chest where I didn’t quite believe her, and when my eyes met hers, I knew I was right. I made my way over to the couch and I gestured for her to seat herself beside me, which she did.
“Kami...something’s wrong...talk to me...I can’t help you or fix anything if I don’t know the problem…” I pleaded softly with her, I wasn’t fond of arguing or burying my nose into her business - why would I - relationships are built on trust, but it would be a cold day in hell before Kamilah Sayeed would ask for help.
“I’m just...overwhelmed. It’s nothing you should stress over dear, I have a handle on it.” She cupped my face with her hand, her thumb softly tracing the edges of my lips as my body began to respond.
“Alright...well...I mean...just don’t work yourself too hard...I was going to ask if you wanted to join me and Lily for a night out but I assume you’re too tired?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, maybe another time.”
“Sure, I’ll see you later?”
“Of course.”
As the apartment door clicked shut I felt my face grow hot and my eyes began to water. Something felt wrong, something was wrong - or was it? Was I just overthinking the whole situation with my inner thoughts? Or do I really have a reason to be worried? As I walked back to my apartment I thought it all through, I told myself over and over again that it was only my insecurity and that there was nothing to worry about.
“I’m just being paranoid…” I mumbled as I unlocked the apartment, my hands shaking from the nervousness I had caused myself while thinking of all the possible problems that plagued my heart and mind.
“Hey bestie, I’m surprised you’re back, I thought you were staying with Kamilah tonight?”
“No, she’s too tired and I promised you we’d go out tonight.”
“Oh se we’re going? Fantastic because I just bought this new outfit!” My body language must have given me away because as soon as Lily turned to me, her entire mood shifted.
“You look exhausted and not the ‘I just got railed for the past eight hours’ exhausted. What happened? We can stay in tonight if you want to?”
“No no, I’d like to go out tonight. Come on, let’s go get ready - it’s only 7 pm.”
As I stood in the mirror I admired myself, maybe it was that my parents never dressed me in properly fitting clothes, or maybe it was that I just didn’t like the style, but I looked damn good in this outfit and I was going to be proud of it.
“Come on girlie! We’re gonna get stuck in line if we don’t hurry!”
I popped out of my room, and Lily and I made our way out of the apartment and hailed a cab to our favorite NYC club.
“It’s not too late to want to stay in if you’re not up for this.” Lily nudged me softly, encouraging me to be honest with myself.
“I want to go out, ruminating over it will just make it worse because I tend to overthink things that are simple and don’t need to be overthought.”
“At least you’re self aware, but I want to be supportive of you taking care of you.”
“You’ve always had my back Lil, I’m grateful for that.”
“Hey, you’ve seen me drunk, wasted, high, depressed, angry and all sorts of fucked up and you helped me - I’m returning the favor.”
“We’ll call it even.”
As we pulled up around the club, I spotted a figure going inside - she almost resembled Kamilah.
“Is that Kamilah?” I asked as Lily saw her too, she glanced at her for a minute before shaking her head.
“Bestie, you ought to get your eyes checked, did you smoke today or something? I mean she looks similar to Kamilah but not every tall, slender brunette is Kamilah. Come on, let’s get you a drink before you start getting me confused.”
I sighed and followed her inside - hoping I wasn’t just being paranoid.
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“So I said ‘shut the fuck up before I punt you’ and then I left.” The bartender laughed as Lily continued to slowly charm her. I leaned my back against the bar, and checked the time, 8:45 pm as the alcohol started to kick in as my footing became less stable. I scoped out the dance floor - and I thought I saw Kamilah - until she turned around to look nothing like her.
“Damn, I guess paranoia really does something to me…” I mumbled before knocking the shot down my throat. I turned around and looked for Lily but I couldn’t find her, and I must’ve had too many drinks because Kamilah was everywhere? And nowhere? Fuck it, I needed to talk to her, to either help her or ease my anxiety and insecurity. I glanced at my phone, 11:53 pm. Jesus, and I thought I only had...oh...I should go home…
I don’t remember how I ended up at Kamilah’s apartment - but here I was - drunkenly swaying back and forth outside the door as I fiddled with the key. It finally clicked open and it was dark but it smelled really good inside - like honey clementine.
“Weird, it usually smells like lavender.” I giggled softly as I stumbled to Kamilah’s room. I leaned my head against the door, attempting to regain my lost balance and that’s when I heard it - when I heard her. I thought it was just my drunken state that made me hear strange things but I had never gone from drunk to sober so quickly as I heard it again. Someone was in there with Kamilah. Someone was in there having sex with Kamilah - and from the sounds of it - it was really good sex.
I felt the tears building in my eyes, but I felt a burning anger building too - and for once - I let the anger out first.
“What the fuck is going on.” I opened the door and switched the lights on with surprising accuracy considering I didn’t remember how many drinks I had. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as the scene unfolded like any cliche cheating movie scene.
“I…”
“Who are you?”
I met the woman’s eyes and instead of wanting to beat her lifeless, I found her expression to be as equally confused as my own.
“Nobody important. That’s never been fucking clearer. Kamilah don’t just sit there, you lying sack of shit - say something? Do you have anything to say at all?”
My heart wasn’t ready, it wasn’t ready for the dead, piercing silence that followed. The wave of cold soberness that overcame the warm fuzzy feeling as I realized the silence was the answer to my questions. I gave one last look at Kamilah - allowed my heart to indulge its fantasies once more before I closed the door and didn’t look back.
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2 days later
“Hey...hey come on you’ve gotta open up...I know the wound is still fresh but you haven’t left your room in 2 days...at least come eat something...I ordered all your favorites...literally every one of your favorite dishes from your favorite restaurants. Please don’t let them go cold…” I could hear it in her voice how much this hurt for Lily to watch - I didn’t want to imagine how she felt. Here she is trying her absolute best to cheer me up and keep me going and I’m laying in bed - totally unresponsive.
“...no? Not hungry…? I’ll stick it in the fridge for you...I...please just take care of yourself...you’ve always been there for me and...I care about you so please...just...if you need anything - anything at all just let me know…”
I faintly heard her footsteps grow quieter as I dragged myself out of bed, my head was spinning and I felt like I was going to faint.I opened the door and nearly stumbled over nothing trying to make it stop. Lily made her way over to me, her mouth was moving but I didn’t register a single thing coming out, I just shook my head and let the tears fall. Something must’ve happened because she seated me on the couch and opened the door, and started yelling. I had to investigate and when I saw who stood on the other side - all my senses came back to me.
“YOU’RE A LYING PIECE OF SHIT. I COULD KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID, WHAT YOU PUT HER THROUGH! GOD ITS ALWAYS ASSHOLES LIKE YOU WHO GET TO LIVE FOREVER WHILE ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE DIE. HOW COULD YOU, YOU HURT HER, YOU BROKE HER DON’T EVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN OR ILL ACTUALLY KILL YOU. YOU’VE LIVED LONG ENOUGH.” Lily screamed as I gently nudged my way between the two of them.
“I’m...I’m sorry...I…” Kamilah stuttered, I wondered if it was from seeing my disgusting and sorry state, or if it was from Lily’s screaming or just for the fact she had actually broken my heart.
“There’s nothing left to be said. If you had anything important to say to me - you should’ve said it two nights ago - not now. Do you know how you hurt me? Do you know what the past two days have felt like for me? I’m betting you don’t.” I held my tears back, I had to - I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing it still hurts even though it was pretty obvious it still very much hurt.
“You know what? I’ll save you the speech, go home. I don’t want to see you.” I turned away from her and pulled Lily inside as I shut the door.
“I’m proud of you…” Lily hugged me as my body went cold.
My heart is broken, but I’ll piece it back together slowly but surely until it is even more beautiful than before.
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#kamilah the bloodqueen post#what the fuck#its been months since ive written#mostly because of writers block and the fact that the bb fandom has kinda died#also because choices seems to suck ass now?#i play more episode and thought about writing for them#idk my classes keep me really busy#also i hate to say it but my mental health isnt so great#and tumblr isnt the best place to cope with that#so i needed a break#ill still try to write of course but it might be more kamilah x mc and original fanfics than for choices#unless they release some better quality shit#maybe ill read queen b#but theres a lot of shit and drama in that fandom so#i missed u guys#idk how many of my OGs are still here#send an ask <3
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Kamilah: Meeting new people is a pain. I never know what to say.
Adrian: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Kamilah: Which one? I can’t do both.
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Amy: Why are you smiling?
Kamilah: What? I can’t just be happy?
Adrian: Priya tripped and fell down the stairs after the council meeting.
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#mc x kamilah#kamilah the bloodqueen post#BRO I WROTE THIS 7 FUCKING MONTHS AGO???? 😭😭#MY DRAFTS ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY 😭😭🤡🤡✋✋#ajsjsjdbsijfsikfsiid#also like i hate maintenance 🙄#they always gotta do some inspection during my classes huh-
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The Cafe Pt.2 (Rewritten Barista)
OMG I’m back with the shitty Kamilah fanfiction! I haven’t written for a while - let alone for this series since I took a writing hiatus to focus on my classes so hopefully there aren’t any plot holes and the fic doesn’t suck ass. I’m slowly getting back into my writing but I still have finals (Up until next April 28) but after finals I will be writing more consistently and will finish my current series and WIPs (I will post my WIPs list soon so I can hold myself accountable and also keep track of what I need to work on).
Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)
Word Count: 3682 words (I am trying to write longer fics but I prefer quality > length so I will post when the chapter feel right however I aim for this series chapters to be between 3500-4500 words each)
Taglist: (I know it’s been a while so if you’d like to be removed from the taglist just let me know - I promise it won’t hurt my feelings that being said if you’d like to be added to the taglist for just this series, my Kamilah x MC taglist or my perma tag - please let me know I’ll be happy to add you if I remember to even tag) @samanthadalton @beautifulandorganized @cloud9in @kwaj115 @hellyeah90sbaby @shows-simp-card @witchesplayatnight
Part I
“It’s...sweet and comforting,” her voice was soft as she spoke, Amy’s cheeks turning very red, “like you.”
Amy felt on cloud nine, her eyes glued to Kamilah as she watched her walk to her car and speed away like some rich movie character. Amy closed her eyes, replaying the entire scene over and over until the soft jingle of the bell startled her. Zig walked in, his shoulders drooped low as he carried a large duffel bag in his hand as his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“You look like shit Zig.” Amy jested before walking to him and taking the duffel bag from him, both of them laughing lightly.
“I guess the tides have changed since we went to Hartfeld yeah?” Amy snickered at Zig’s comment, recalling the time she and her friends had gotten so wasted they streaked through the quad only to be caught by the dean on their way back.
“I assume you’re leaving after your shift?” Amy placed his bag down and tossed him his apron, both of them moving to the front counter as Zig examined the cafe.
“Yeah, we aren’t technically leaving until tomorrow morning but Kaitlyn wanted to run over some of the more technical things with us. I could probably convince them to let you come, you’d definitely spice things up.” Zig waved his hands in the air and stuck his tongue out as Amy tried to glare at him, before breaking into laughter.
“And who would watch the cafe? The pigeons? Lily?”
“You’re right, I still feel bad about leaving on such short notice-”
“I’ve got this Zig, trust.” Amy held her head proud as Zig rolled his eyes, making sure Amy saw him. “Jerk.” She nudged his shoulder as a tall handsome man walked in, it took Amy and Zig a moment to realize who he was as he adjusted his tie.
“Adrian Raines? CEO of Raine’s corporations?” Zig’s head perked up as he approached the register, his suit was a steel grey, his hair a dark brown that resembled a fresh cup of coffee and his smile was so comforting and infectious Amy couldn’t help but smile at him.
“You must be Zig,” Adrian reached a hand forward, his teeth were so perfect, so straight and white he could have been in a toothpaste commercial, “and you must be Amy. Kamilah recommended this place. More specifically she recommended your special coffee. I had to come see for myself - she said if she had ordered one for me, it wouldn’t have made it to my office.” His voice was soothing, comforting and satisfying - Amy wanted him to read a bedtime story to her.
Amy’s eyes widened as she felt butterflies in her stomach, her palms growing sweaty as she smiled back at Adrian, his deep brown eyes very similar to Kamilah’s without the intensity. Zig gently tapped her shoulder, nodding towards the coffee machine as he rang Adrian’s drink up.
“Oh! Right!” Amy hustled, she was excited that she had two major CEOs trying her special coffee, it was a subtle flex that she found satisfaction in. She leaned back on the counter as the coffee slowly spilled out of the brewer, the strong smell prompting Adrian to turn for a moment before continuing the conversation with Zig. Amy took a moment to take him in, after all, not everyone gets to be within such a close proximity to a major CEO. Amy hadn’t noticed how muscular he was, his posture was so irritatingly straight, his hands were smaller than she expected and she tried not to laugh upon that discovery. His hair was slickly combed back, and his eyelashes were longer than Amy’s and his body complex was just muscular enough to be seen through the curves of his suit but not so muscular as to resemble Dwayne Johnson.
“This is a solid set up you’ve got for yourself Zig, you should be proud.” Adrian adjusted his tie to be straighter as Zig rolled his shoulders back with a proud smile on his face.
“It took a lot of work but it’s...something I have wanted since college. I’m sure you understand that feeling since you do run one of the leading technology companies in the world, not even just the United States.” Zig folded his hands into his arms as Adrian turned with a soft gaze, a twinkle in his eyes that Amy couldn’t quite put a pin on.
“Well I’ve had years to grow and create a base for myself, with the connections I have in other industries it was really only a matter of money and finding the right people to work with me.”
“How long did it take you?” Amy finished his coffee off with a generous serving of caramel and stirred it gently as Adrian blinked at her.
“A long time, I’m much older than I look.” He laughed and Amy couldn’t help but question why he was so vague, he was only 28 years old according to google.
“You don’t look a day over 22.” Zig interjected as Adrian and Amy held each other’s gaze, Amy couldn’t help but question his eyes, there was something he wasn’t letting on and she could feel it in her stomach. She handed him the coffee and watched his expression change as the warm liquid met his lips.
“I can see why Kamilah was so intrigued, this has to be one of the best drinks I’ve ever had.” Adrian’s phone rang with drumming that sounded like it was from a revolutionary war movie.
“Strange ringtone.” Amy remarked prompting Adrian to smile and shake his head.
“I love the revolutionary war, the fight for freedom will always be an admirable one.” He smiled at Amy before turning to Zig, “I need to head back to my office but I’ll be sure to invest in this cafe of yours, and for you Amy. Thank you.” He reached into his pocket and handed Amy what appeared to be $300.
“No wait it was just a cup of coffee!” Amy tried to shove the money back into his hand but Adrian had already dashed out of the door, leaving Zig stunned with a smile and Amy baffled. “What the fuck. I will never understand rich people Zig.”
“I mean hey, it’s a good tip and you need the money Amy. Now, about you watching the cafe, are you really sure you can handle it alone? It’s a tall order.” Zig furrowed his brows as he scanned the empty cafe, his hand reassuringly placed on Amy’s shoulder.
“It would actually be a venti order, but I’m sure. You need a break buddy, I can see it in your eyes and you should be there for Kaitlyn and her band.” Amy placed her hand over Zig’s as two women walked through the cafe doors.
“Alright then, now let’s finish the day.” Zig returned to the register as Amy began fixing the women’s orders.
The day passed by slower than usual, Amy kept replaying her interactions with Adrian over in her mind, with Kamilah’s earlier remark fading as Amy questioned Adrian’s shadiness.
“That could not have gone by slower.” Zig let out a long sigh and Amy watched the tension leave his broad shoulders as he locked the front door. “After today I don’t have any more doubts about that trip, I need a break.”
“That’s all I’ve been saying dumbass, go on. You need to pack and I can clean up here tonight.” Amy joked as Zig looked around nervously.
“Amy this place is a mess, we were so much busier. I can’t leave you to do this by yourself.” Zig reached for the disinfectant wipes as Amy smacked his hand.
“Get out of here and go pack or you’re straight.” Amy wiggled her brows at Zig who took a step back.
“Oh fuck off. All the tips from today are yours though. You take all the tips or you’re a vampire lover.” Zig winked at Amy who rolled her eyes and pointed towards the door. Zig stopped and patted her shoulder on his way out.
“Thank you so much Amy. I’m glad you’re working here and I’m glad we were able to reconnect.” Zig and Amy shared a nod in silence before Zig left the messy cafe to Amy.
“Now it’s just me I guess. Time to play some music.” Amy smiled and pulled her speaker out of her backpack, putting “Sit Next to Me” by Foster the People on and showly shaking her torso to the beat. She held the broom in her hands and started sweeping to the beat of the song, her head shaking to the rhythm as she sang her heart out. She finished sweeping the floor and began washing the blenders and wiping down the counters, stopping every five minutes to dance to the chorus of whatever upbeat song was playing.
“She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts. She’s cheer captain and I’m-” Amy swung her hips around, the washcloth in her hands flying through the air as she swayed her head back and forth like a teenage girl.
“On the bleachers, dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”
Amy froze like a deer in headlights as she turned to see where the voice came from - Kamilah was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and a very amused look on her face as Amy slowly lowered her arms in embarrassment.
“How much of that did you see?”
“Oh no don’t let me interrupt you, please keep going.” Kamilah smirked and Amy felt a rush of adrenaline run through her. Instead of stopping and apologizing, she found herself hitting the play button and continued singing and dancing like Kamilah wasn’t even there.
“If you could see that I’m the one who understands you! Been here all along so why can’t you seeeeeeee, you belong with meeeee!”
“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know babyyyy? You belong with meeee.” Amy blinked as Kamilah sang with her, the woman's voice was stunning and left Amy speechless as their eyes met in the dim cafe lighting. The way Kamilah’s voice sounded in combination with the low and heated gaze she had on Amy, it felt like she was just reading her thoughts out loud. In a flash Kamilah was standing in front of Amy, their bodies so close Amy could feel the woman’s warmth and smell her sweet scent as the music faded and Amy lost herself in Kamilah’s brown eyes.
“You belong with me. Have you ever thought...just...maybe...” Kamilah’s voice slowed from a singing tone to a low whisper, she leaned close as the song came to its end, Amy couldn’t help but sing back to her.
“You belong with me?” She knew it came out shakily, the subtle smirk on Kamilah’s face said it all as they stayed locked in the moment. Amy knew they weren’t just singing to Taylor Swift’s new album, it was unspoken words between the two of them that neither had the courage to previously say. Amy felt her heart speed up, her palms growing sweaty as she waited to see if Kamilah would sing back to her or not.
“You belong with me.” Kamilah leaned forward to kiss Amy, both of their eyes fluttering shut as the music stopped and time came to a slow. Amy wrapped her arms around the woman’s shoulders as their lips almost met, before Amy’s ringtone blared from her backpack causing Kamilah and Amy to jolt apart.
Amy rushed over to check the call, scanning the screen and reading Lily’s name made her less annoyed that her almost kiss was interrupted, but still not happy.
“Hey Lil what’s up? Oh yeah, I’m sorry I let Zig get out early so he could pack so I’m not gonna be home til late tonight. I’m so sorry. Yeah. Oh that’s good, I’m glad! You can def tell me about it later. Yeah? Oh yes I gotcha, I’ll venmo you for the rent once I hang up. Yeah okay goodnight Lil.”
Amy hung up the phone and opened her venmo, sending Lily the $550 for rent, completely ignoring the fact Kamilah had made her way close to her again. As soon as she put her phone back in her bag, Kamilah turned her back around to face her, the woman’s eyes sparkling in the soft lighting that surrounded them.
“Kamilah, how did you get in here? We’re technically closed and Zig-” Amy was silenced by Kamilah dangling what appeared to be a copy of the cafe key.
“I helped Zig fund this cafe, I can come and go as I please, I just prefer to make his life easy and stay out of his way. He said you might’ve needed help cleaning up tonight since you let him go, so I came to help you clean, but instead I found you giving a world tour with no audience.”
Amy felt a blush crawl up her face, her heart pounding so loudly it rang in her ears as she felt Kamilah’s hand on her arm. She pulled her eyes away from Kamilah’s, unsure of if it was because she was embarrassed, scared, flustered or a combination of all three. Kamilah gently placed her index finger under the girl’s chin, softly pulling her to meet her gaze as she spoke slowly.
“You don’t have to kiss me Amy,” her voice was comforting and lacked the iciness it usually carried, “just say the word and I won’t come to the cafe while you’re here alone.”
“Kamilah...I...it’s not that...it’s just...” Amy stuttered but leaned forward, unable to reach Kamilah’s lips because of her height. Kamilah leaned down, tracing her index finger over Amy’s throat as their lips softly met. Kamilah slowly took Amy’s lower lip in her mouth, sucking on it and prompting a soft moan to escape Amy’s mouth as she draped herself into Kamilah’s arms. Minutes passed by as their mouths remained locked together, only pulling apart so they could finish cleaning.
“Come on Amy, let’s get this place clean so you can get home.” Kamilah picked up the roll of paper towels and began drying the blenders and stacking them neatly to Amy’s surprise. Kamilah was a powerhouse, which was something Amy had expected from her since she radiated power like a goddess, but it was her ability to clean so damn thoroughly that confused Amy.
“Kamilah?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want to sound rude or anything but-”
“How did I learn to clean so well for an extremely rich person?”
“Yeah.”
“I wasn’t always this wealthy, and I still prefer to clean my own penthouse since there’s certain ways I like my things placed and kept. The safest hands are our own and I like to be self reliant. Cleaning also makes me feel quite liberated and I keep valuable artifacts in my home that I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else touch.”
“Oh, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you.” Amy spoke softly as she wiped the last chair down and stacked it. She turned as Kamilah slid her blazer back on and leaned against the door. Amy slung her backpack over her shoulder and grabbed the leftover pastries from the counter but stopped on her way out as she noticed Kamilah waiting for her by the door.
“You don’t have to walk me home Kamilah.”
“It’s 1 am in New York. I wouldn’t let anyone walk home alone at this time, besides it’s safer and I don’t think Zig would forgive me if something happened to you.” Kamilah lowered her voice to a faint whisper that Amy could barely make out. “And I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something happen to you either.”
Amy felt sparks up her body as she let Kamilah hold the cafe door open for her, before they both turned to lock it.
“Well I’ll let you do that since you’re running this place for the next week.” Kamilah took a step back as Amy shakily locked the cafe up, letting out a relieved sigh. She started walking and felt comforted knowing Kamilah was with her, because she didn’t want to walk home alone in the dark despite her earlier remarks. They walked in silence, Kamilah staying close to Amy as they passed by the food bank, Amy tensing as she passed by the same alley that had haunted her ever since she saw glowing eyes that one time. She hastily made her way into the food bank, dropping the bag off with the receptionist and hurrying out the door to get back before anything else could freak her out.
“Kamilah, how do you know Adrian?” Amy asked as they walked away from the food bank towards Amy’s apartment.
“I handle Raines Corporations finances. Raines Corporation does all of their financing through Ahmanet Financial and so we’re good business partners but we found good friendship through the years.” There was something suspicious about the way Kamilah spoke, it gave Amy the same feeling when Adrian was asked about her age but she just could not put a pin on why she had this feeling. “Amy? Are you alright?”
“Oh yeah sorry, my mind went off on a tangent.” Amy stopped at the front of her apartment building, she turned to face Kamilah who basically glowed in the dark. The moonlight illuminated her features, her brown eyes shining brightly and her hair shimmering as Amy felt her breath catch in her throat. “Thanks for walking me home..not that I can’t handle myself but-”
“Of course Amy. See you tomorrow.” Kamilah smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on Amy’s cheek before turning and disappearing into the streets, Amy sighing as she walked through the lobby, getting in the elevator and finally arriving at her apartment door.
“Hey Amy, how was work?” Lily sat up from the couch, putting her PS4 game on pause as Amy collapsed on the couch next to her.
“It was alright, I let Zig leave early so he could pack and I was cleaning and totally jamming out and Kamilah saw me but she joined me and we kissed…” Amy giggled as Lily squealed in excitement.
“OHMYGODD what was it like?” Lily perked up like a child ready for a bedtime story, her hands shaking as she waited for Amy to explain.
“Electric. God Lily I don’t even have words for it. My head was spinning and the world just fell away.” Amy swayed back and forth as Lily hugged her.
“Well maybe you’ll have a date with her soon. Oh, I made beignets tonight, they’re on the counter! Let me get you some!” Lily stood up and rushed away, returning quickly with a beautiful plate of freshly made beignets covered in powdered sugar.
“I swear you’re the best suitemate ever. Absolutely unparalleled.” Amy bit into one of the sweets, savoring the softness and sweetness of the perfect sweet treat. “God Lily this has to be your best recipe yet!”
“Girllll no way, I saw this recipe for key lime pie that I’m dying to try this week.” Lily exclaimed as she pulled up the recipe on her phone, Amy taking another beignet from the plate.
“You should go to a baking school or something Lily. Maybe open a bakery?” Amy suggested as Lily passionately explained the process of baking her favorite desserts. “Maybe you could bake for the cafe?”
“Nah, this is a hobby. I want to finalize my website for my computer business this week. But that’s a nice suggestion.” Lily stifled a yawn at the same time Amy did, both of them laughing at each other.
“Damn so we’re both two tired dumbasses. It’s 3 am...we should get some sleep.” Lily suggested as Amy realized she’d only be getting a few hours of sleep.
“You’re right. Do we have any energy drinks in the fridge though? I’m gonna need one before work.”
“Yeah I bought more redbull and monster so you can take your pick, but I’m gonna crash harder than windows so g’night Amy.” Lily shuffled to her room as Amy did the same - collapsing in her bed and savoring the few hours of sleep she was going to get.
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Amy arrived at the cafe 20 minutes before opening time, her bag in one hand and a redbull in the other as she unlocked the cafe. She put her bag down and started the opening process, the redbull slowly kicking in as the time passed by quickly. Just as she finished counting in on the register, the door jingled open and Kamilah stepped through the cafe doors.
“Good morning Amy.” She smiled at her with those perfectly straight teeth and that damn irresistible smile.
“Good morning Kamilah, here’s your coffee. Both ways.” Amy handed the cups to Kamilah, their fingers gently brushing during the exchange.
“Amy...about last night…” Kamilah spoke softly, gently, in a sweet voice that Amy never expected from her.
“Oh...did...you want to forget it?” Amy’s heart dropped, a deep pain forming in her stomach as she awaited Kamilah’s response.
“No. I...I enjoyed it a lot.” Kamilah’s tone changed from sweet and confident to a shy and lower voice - was she flustered?
“So did I...maybe...well if you have time tonight maybe we can do it again?” Amy suggested as she wiped the counter down.
“I’ll be here.” Kamilah smiled, their eyes meeting for a moment before the jingling of the door interrupted their moment. “See you later Amy.” Kamilah waved as she left the cafe.
The day passed by achingly slow, but eventually after several strange tik tok orders, a bunch of big wall street assholes and a few sweet customers the cafe was ready to close. Amy began cleaning the cafe, starting with just wiping the blenders clean as the door jingled, Amy turned and expected to see Kamilah - but it wasn’t Kamilah in the doorway.
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#mc x kamilah#bloodbound#kamilah the bloodqueen post#uhh i cant tell if i love or hate this fic#anyways so i'm going to draft remember me next but i also got a few one shot inspos#I will post remember me as soon as i can#i cannot control my creativity or inspo so i work on different wips as i get inspired for them#if that makes any sense?#like if i feel angsty i can write remember me#but if i feel fluffy or smutty then it doesnt pair well so my writing wont match#but i am going to finish these two series and then start my other AU's that i wanted to write#but expect a lot of one shots once my finals are done
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It’s been 3 whole fucking years since we met Kamilah Sayeed
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Tell me you’re a ✨bottom✨ without telling me you’re a bottom Kamilah Sayeed Version Part 1
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#mc x kamilah#kamilah the bloodqueen post#she’s so hot and sexy and NO I WILL NOT TAKE ANY CRITICISM 😡😡#it’s been like a year and im still a simp 😭🤧#forever and always#she’s so attractive and for what-#and her character development was pretty good if you bought all her diamond scenes
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I got a big fat burst of creativity after today’s FA chapter so I wrote this during my physics lecture. I apologize because I actually lowkey hate how I’ve written this but I also love the concept of it. It’s basically what happens after today’s FA chapter if that’s a good enough preface for everyone.
Pairing: f!Blaine x MC (Kennedy Monroe)
Word Count: 2410
Tags: @samanthadalton @cloud9in @shows-simp-card @alleycat97 @veenast @maskedalienfreak (If you’d like to be added/removed or tagged for specific pairings please let me know)
“I’m so sorry, but...we need to talk.” Evelyn’s frown shifted Kennedy’s mood from relaxed to concerned as Evelyn stepped into the room, closing the door behind her as she turned to face Kennedy.
“Evelyn, what’s...what’s going on?” Kennedy’s heart sped up, her palms growing sweaty as Evelyn bit her lower lip - the silence between them stressing Kennedy out even more.
“I...I’m…” Evelyn’s eyes welled with tears as Kennedy moved to hug Evelyn, but she pushed Kennedy back. “I can’t do this.”
Kennedy felt her stomach drop, those four words bringing Kennedy's worst fear to reality, Evelyn couldn’t keep up the fake dating, the scandal would continue and eventually everyone would know it was Blane Hayes of Ardona on that magazine cover with her and who knows what kind of trouble Blaine would get into.
“Evelyn…I...please” Kennedy knew that she had to stop Evelyn from walking out, or to plead with her to continue for the duration of the ski trip at the very least.
“I can’t pretend that this is just a cover-up. I can’t be in a fake relationship with you when deep down I want it to be a real one, I wanted your kisses to mean something and it weighs heavy on my heart knowing it’s not real, that it’s just an act between you and I…” Evelyn took a deep breath, her composure had just crumbled to pieces and Kennedy didn’t know how to respond. Kennedy watched as Evelyn slouched herself on the bed, her shoulders falling and her head tilted down - she looked so unlike herself - Kennedy never could have imagined Evelyn like this, and she didn’t want to.
“Evelyn I...I thought this was just for Ithanstan and exposure…” Kennedy recalled their dinner date, where Evelyn had specifically given her reasoning for volunteering to carry the fake romance with Kennedy.
“I...it was...that’s all it was supposed to be but I couldn’t help the feelings that came about,” Evelyn slowly tilted her head up, her eyes filled with exhaustion and Kennedy could feel her pain as she took a seat beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “and when Dionne had us set up that date...I thought it wouldn’t matter to me...but watching you leave to sneak off with Blaine...that hurt.” Evelyn’s watery eyes met Kennedy and she felt her stomach drop to the floor.
Blaine. Evelyn knew it was Blaine in that photo. Was she going to tell the press? No, Evelyn wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t threaten Blaine or Kennedy about it, right? No she’s not like that.
“How did you know it was Blaine?” Kennedy questioned as Evelyn turned to stare back at the floor, her hands shaking in her lap and her lips trembling softly.
“You certainly don’t seem like you’d be into Henri or Alexei, and I knew Peter was in the library, and Zaira...well it could have been her but when the photo came out and she didn’t stick up for you, and Blaine did - I knew it had to be her.” Evelyn wiped away her tears, new ones replacing them just as quickly as she rubbed her forehead, Kennedy still processing the situation.
“Are you going to-”
“I’m not going to tell the press, or anyone else. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Evelyn...I...thank you…”
“Don’t.”
Kennedy was taken aback at the harshness of Evelyn’s voice, her sniffles coming to a stop as she turned with a hurt gaze to Kennedy, her brows furrowed in frustration.
“Don’t thank me for this. It hurts, it hurts so much, more than you could ever imagine Kennedy,” Evelyn’s voice changed, the harshness fading away as her expression softened, “but...I care about you and I want you to be happy...even if that’s not with me, despite what I want deep down, so I will carry on our relationship - for your sake, not mine.” Evelyn’s voice had become so shaky, not unsure but so wounded and hurt. Kennedy didn’t know what to do, and maybe it was panic or pity but the next thing she knew she had pressed her lips to Evelyn’s and was cupping her face in her hands. This kiss was different - different from Blaine, different from the first kiss and different from how she had expected Evelyn to kiss her - it was soft and firm, not moving too quickly. A moment passed as Evelyn pulled away, her hand lingering on the side of Kennedy’s face as she ran her thumb along her jawline, her cold fingers sending a shiver down Kennedy’s body.
A knock on the door startled both of them, Evelyn jumping up and sliding her mittens back on as Kennedy opened the door, Blaine standing on the other side with a smile as she spotted Evelyn.
“Hey Evelyn, what’re you doing here?” Blaine smiled at her, Evelyn forcing her lips to a slight curl as she shuffled to the door.
“I was just leaving.” She glanced at Kennedy, her gaze slightly shifting to Blaine before she ducked out of the room, leaving Kennedy and Blaine alone.
“What was that all about? Is she still mad about my comments earlier?” Blaine laughed lightly as Kennedy furrowed her brows, the immediate guilt washing over her as Blaine turned with a worried look.
“Kennedy what’s wrong? You were fine earlier in the hot tub...what happened? Did Evelyn do something to you? I’ll punch her. I swear-” Blaine’s expression was a range of worried, angry and jealous, her grip on Kennedy’s shoulders tightening as she wrapped her in a tight hug, taking in her sweet scent.
‘No...Blaine…” Kennedy whispered, the guilt of having kissed Evelyn was slowly beginning to eat at her. She buried her head against Blaine’s neck, letting the tension leave her shoulders as Blaine guided her to the bed, gently laying down with her and cuddling her close.
“Shhh, I’m not going to leave you alone, not like this.” Blaine’s arms were wrapped tightly around Kennedy, giving her a feeling of safety and affection as Blaine gently kissed her forehead. Kennedy closed her eyes, letting herself find some peace in Blaine’s arms as they drifted off to a gentle sleep.
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Kennedy stirred softly, her head aching as she felt Blaine’s warm body pressed against her back, the sound of her soft snoring prompting Kennedy to let out a laugh. Blaine shifted, yawning as she stretched out on the bed before turning and smiling at Kennedy.
“I could definitely get used to waking up next to you everyday, Rutherland.” Blaine’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively as Kennedy playfully rolled her eyes, both of them standing up and meeting the other at the door.
“I’ll see you at breakfast?” Blaine grabbed both of Kennedy’s hands, her eyes lighting up as Kennedy nodded, before she turned and left Kennedy alone in her room. She slipped out of her clothes from yesterday, shivering in the cold air as she settled for a blue themed outfit.
“Icy Kennedy.” She smiled in satisfaction at herself in the mirror, before the stressful reality set in. Evelyn had feelings for Kennedy, and she knew Blaine was the person in the photo with her. She paced in her room, debating whether to tell all of this to Blaine or not - if she did she knew Blaine would come forward and say it was her but if she didn’t and Blaine found out another way - that’s something Kennedy couldn’t fathom either. A soft knocking at her door startled her, Ayna slowly opening the door with a worried expression as Kennedy stopped pacing.
“Ayna, what’s up?” Kennedy smiled, trying to play off any suspicious behavior because she certainly didn’t want Ayna to suspect anything, even though she knew Ayna would only want to help.
“You’re going to miss breakfast, everyone was worried about you so I came to grab you.” Ayna’s sweet smile comforted Kennedy so much she didn’t even realize she’d been shaking - only realizing it as Ayna sat her down and scanned her for injuries. “Did you get hurt yesterday? Should I call medical assistance?”
“No no, that’s alright Ayna, I appreciate it though.” Kennedy took a long, deep breath before standing and walking to the door with Ayna following behind. “Let’s go eat, I’m starving.”
Everyone turned to face Kennedy and Ayna as they entered the dining hall, most of the students' plates were cleared as they left for the slopes. Kennedy spotted Blaine - sitting with Dionne, Peter, Zaira and...Evelyn - Kennedy put a smile on her face as she walked to her friends, unsure of if Evelyn had said anything that would prompt suspicion. She carefully took a seat next to Evelyn, Blaine averting her gaze to her food as a server placed a hot plate of Belgian waffles in front of her, beautifully topped with whipped cream and strawberries.
“Well I’m going to go hit the slopes, I’ve almost beaten my previous record.” Dionne stood with a smile as Peter and Zaira followed her out into the icy wonderland.
“I’m going to get back to the diamondback slopes Kennedy, I’ll see you later. Stay safe out there today.” Evelyn briskly made her way to the door, taking her skis with her as she smiled at Kennedy.
I guess keeping a façade up your entire life makes acting easy for Evelyn...but I can’t imagine how much this whole thing is hurting her...let alone for my sake. God I shouldn’t have gotten caught and then none of this would have happened.
Blaine watched as Kennedy’s smile faded, her eyebrows furrowing as she munched on her waffles, the dining room empty except for the two of them.
“Kennedy what’s wrong?” Blaine stood and sat next to Kennedy, gently nudging her and stealing a bit of her whipped cream.
“Blaine...I...it’s worse than we thought…” Kennedy couldn’t hold it in anymore, it was all eating at her and she was overwhelmed and she didn’t want to do this alone despite what she told Blaine last night in the hot tub. “Evelyn has feelings for me and she knows you were the one in the photo with me and I’m worried she’s going to-”
Blaine grabbed Kennedy and her plate of waffles, hastily pulling her into the nearby room and closing the door before handing Kennedy her waffles and sitting on the bed.
“I didn’t want the press to spot us or anyone to overhear this. Now, Evelyn has feelings for you huh?” Blaine huffed ever so slightly, Kennedy almost missed it. “Coolio. Cooler than snow. Cool cool cool cool…”
“Blaine chill. I’m more worried about the press-”
“I am chill. I’m chillier than the chilly winter breeze out there. Why wouldn’t I be chill? Just your fake date having not-so-fake feelings for you. No big deal or anything. You don’t have feelings for her do you?” Blaine’s panicked face made Kennedy smile, she was cute when she was jealous. She smiled at Blaine before recalling her kiss with Evelyn, the guilt sinking back in as she took a seat beside Blaine, grabbing her hand tightly.
“I don’t Blaine….but I have to tell you something…” Kennedy took a deep breath, her heart beating out of her chest as Blaine tilted her head in confusion.
“Do tell.”
“When Evelyn came over yesterday-”
“You fucked Evelyn?”
“No. I kissed her.”
Blaine just sat there in shock for a minute, her face completely devoid of emotion as Kennedy’s palms grew sweaty. Blaine turned and quickly pressed her lips to Kennedy, a newfound passion between them as they fell back onto the mattress, Blaine’s hands gripping Kennedy tightly - possessively - as Kennedy melted into her touch.
“Blaine-” Kennedy sat up as Blaine stood with her arms crossed, her face sparkling with a smile - the opposite reaction of what Kennedy was expecting. “You’re not mad.”
“No, we...aren’t officially together so you’re technically free to kiss whoever you want to.” Blaine spoke flatly, her arms crossed and Kennedy could tell she was a little jealous.
“It didn’t mean anything Blaine, I only want you.” Kennedy stood beside Blaine, their faces separated by only a few inches.
“I want them to know.” Blaine uncrossed her arms, her shoulders dropping as she pulled Kennedy close to her. “I want everyone to know it’s you and me.”
“Blaine your reputation…our countries...”
“It's worth losing if it means I have you to myself. So tell me Kennedy, what do you want?”
“If you think we can do this then let’s do it. I’m with you Blaine.”
“Together.” Blaine walked out of the room, Kennedy following behind as they casually made their way towards the reporters that were in a clash with Tatum and the other security.
“Oh my god it’s Blaine! Blaine Hayes of Ardona do you have any comments on-” The reporter pushed her way through security, holding a microphone out to Blaine. Dionne, Peter, Zaira, Ayna and other students turned to see what the commotion was about. Evelyn, Henri and Alexei coming over the slopes and turning to see Kennedy and Blaine facing the reporters. Blaine pushed her way through security, her security guard throwing his hands up in defeat as he stepped aside - the other security cautiously watching the reporters as Kennedy followed behind her, nodding at Tatum as she took a place beside Blaine.
“Blaine of Ardona, are you enjoying your- The first daughter of Rutherland?!” The reporters gasped, quickly jotting down onto their notepads as one held a mic up to Blaine. “Blaine Hayes, first daughter of Ardona has been spotted with Kennedy Monroe the first daughter of rival country Rutherland on a field trip to camp Eirene. Blaine, do you care to comment on this shocking appearance?” Blaine smiled, her brows raised in amusement as she wrapped an arm around Kennedy, pulling her close as she stared right at the camera and she kissed her softly.
“I was the woman in the photo with Kennedy on the cover of Voyeur and I should have said that from the start because there’s nobody else I would have wanted to be on that cover with me than her.” Blaine smiled as the reporters gasped in shock as cameras flashed in their faces. Blaine turned to meet Kennedy’s eyes, her arm holding her close as she spoke softly and lovingly despite the chaos that was breaking out around them, “Kennedy Monroe is mine. I want everyone to know that.”
Blaine softly kissed Kennedy in front of everyone, their classmate’s breaking into shock as Dionne applauded with Peter, the reporters camera’s flashed making sure they got the shot. Blaine and Kennedy pulled apart as security removed the satisfied reporters from the scene, Blaine gently held onto Kennedy’s hand, both of them relieved that they didn’t have to hide anymore and that they’d get through all the repercussions - together.
#blaine hayes#blaine x mc#f!blaine x mc#kamilah the bloodqueen post#uh so i love and hate this fic?#i'll lowkey be hurt when this flops tho#am proud of it but also think it's the worst??#if that makes any sense#i also feel really annoying when i tag people#oh well its fine because they all asked to be tagged#right??#bruh i always fucking forget to tag#it's cuz i feel annoying#and i hate my writing and i get embarassed#especially if i really liked it but then everyone hates it :')#not that i need everyones approval but hopefully what i'm sayin makes sense#will probably have to slow down posting fics for the weekend because of schoolwork and so the tags dont shadowban me :)
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#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#NOT ME CLOGGING THE TAGSSSSSSS#So uh did the Kami stans all die???#ayo what the fawk 😀#Hasn’t it been like almost a year or something#god BB 1 was released like almost 3 years ago#jesus fucking christ#so i have been in the fandom for yearsss#because i joined for Hana Lee but i stayed for Kamilah 😌😚#anyways...where are my mutuals 👀#kamilah the bloodqueen post
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The Cafe Pt.I (Rewritten Barista)
As promised, I’m working through finishing my unfinished series - and that includes the Barista AU I had written long ago. I decided it was best to rewrite it considering the first part was originally published 200+ days ago. I’m aiming for 3 parts for this “one-shot AU” but we’ll see where it goes. Please be patient with me - my academic course load is extremely heavy and finding time to write is difficult but I will finish everything I said I would. I’m actually pretty proud of this but if it flops I never wrote it :)
Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)
Word Count: 4505 words I’m shocked (I usually get to about 1600-2000 words)
Taglist: I’m not tagging anyone until I know people want to be tagged for this because I’m nervous and I hate being annoying!!!! If you want to be tagged for a specific pairing please let me know - I’ll try to keep track and remember to actually tag because I’m a forgetful dumbass!
Amy groggily rolled over in her bed, the amount of sleep she was getting had become oddly suspicious because she would never be able to get up before 7 on her own. She rubbed her face gently, her sheets warm and smooth against her skin. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her eyes widening in shock as she read the time on the screen.
Monday March 30 5:40 am
“Fucking hell I thought I set an alarm!” Amy groaned as she threw the sheets to the side, huffing as she opened the clock app to see, she in fact, did not set an alarm. She sighed, shaking her head as she rushed to the bathroom.
“Damn it Amy...you need this job…”
She texted Zig, a mutual friend of Emily Day who introduced them their freshman year of college at Hartfeld before Amy had transferred to Belviore University in New York. Zig graduated and moved to New York and opened a small cafe, only a few years later.
Zig, I’m going to be late. I missed my alarm this morning. I swear I’ll stay for closing and I won’t be late tomorrow.
LMAO, Amy if you didn’t set an alarm just say that, I had a feeling this would happen so I told you we opened an hour before we actually do. We don’t open until 7 on Mondays, just Tuesdays-Fridays.
I am literally going to murder you 0_0. You should prepare to be launched into outer space for this crime.
Lol I look forward to it - see you at 7.
Amy turned on the shower, as she grabbed a towel and her shower products from the cabinet, placing them beside the shower door. She discarded her clothes, put her shower playlist on, hopped into the shower and felt a wave of relief that she didn’t blow her first day. After Amy had performed her world tour, she stepped out of the shower with a shiver, the cool air a contrast to her very hot skin. She wrapped herself in the fuzzy towel, briefly glancing at the time, 6:02. She walked out of the bathroom, dropping the towel onto the floor as she opened her closet while she scanned her options for a “casual” outfit that would suffice. She put on her favorite bra and underwear, something about the red lingerie made her feel confident, before she slipped into a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans. She paired the pants with a black t-shirt as she smiled at herself in the mirror.
“Not bad Amy, not bad at all.”
She walked over to her small vanity, one she had built with her father as a teenager over the summer before she left for college. It was one of her most prized possessions, one of the only things she had to remind her of him before he disappeared without a trace. She closed her eyes, recalling the memory fondly before she began to apply a small amount of makeup, just enough to hide her tiredness from the public. She stood from the desk, pleased with her appearance as she made her way to the small apartment kitchen. The empty beer bottles and ps4 controllers cluttered the kitchen as Amy smiled, having remembered celebrating the job with her suitemate Lily. She threw the bottles away and plugged the remotes in for a charge, Lily would thank her for that later. She opened the freezer, making herself two premade waffles as she checked her social media. It might have partially been the exhaustion but those waffles were the best Amy ever had, she wiped her mouth clean and grabbed her bag from the nearby chair. She shot a brief text to Lily, to let her know she hadn’t been kidnapped.
Morning Lily! I went to the cafe for work, just so you don’t end up thinking I got myself kidnapped. Love you, see you tonight! Try not to drink all of the alcohol.
Amy followed Zig’s text directions through the streets of the city, the bustle of traffic, the mass of pedestrians and the loud construction noises distracting Amy from her path. Amy had never really been in New York’s financial district before, the other civilians' appearances shifting from “Naked Cowboy of Times Square” to “Businessman” only a few streets apart. She glanced at her phone as it instructed her to take a right.
“Oof-”
Amy jolted at the scalding hot coffee that was hot on her skin, her head turning to meet a woman’s irritated gaze, taking note of the coffee cup that was in her hands. She was dressed like all the other businessmen and women who passed by - her maroon suit now covered in coffee as she huffed in annoyance. Amy met her deep brown eyes that burned right through her, her whole body freezing up as she watched the woman’s lips move. Amy stood in a daze, only coming back to herself when the woman waved her hand in front of her, her face filled with exasperation.
“I’m so sorry. It’s my first day and I’m kind of lost-”
“Watch where you’re going, this suit is probably worth more than you.” Her voice was silky and satisfying, and oddly soothing given the fact she had probably just stained a $2,000 suit. Amy rushed to open her wallet, holding out a wet 50$ to the woman. The business woman scoffed as she walked away, leaving Amy in a confused state outside of the cafe.
“Fuck.” Amy sighed, moving to collect her bag as she walked through the cafe door, Zig raised his eyebrows at her as she made her way behind the counter.
“Well that’s a look.” He jested, Amy turning her head and giving him a death glare as he tossed an apron to her. “Nobody will notice, you can cover it with this. There’s paper towels in the back.” Amy dropped her bag in the break room, gently wiping the coffee away and putting the surprisingly fashionable apron on. When she walked out from the back her jaw dropped as she spotted the woman from earlier standing on the other side of the counter. Their eyes met and the woman’s gaze quickly changed from annoyed to very annoyed at the sight of Amy.
“Kamilah, you’re back. Wanted to pick up some date-nut pinwheels?”
“No, I need another black coffee.” She turned back to Zig with a smile, he gave a small nod as Amy began to brew the coffee for her. She placed the lid carefully onto the fresh cup and handed it out to the woman, their fingers brushing for a moment, a blush creeping onto Amy’s cheeks.
“Thank you.” Her tone was less aggressive than it had been in their first encounter, Amy finally calm enough to take note of the woman’s features. Her brown silky hair that looked like it belonged in a conditioner commercial, her defined jawline and subtle eyeshadow that accentuated her eyes. She watched the way her lips moved as she talked to Zig, Amy feeling her heart jump at the sound of her laugh - light and golden. Amy watched her leave, every step she took she took with such confidence that Amy found herself wanting to follow her out the door.
“You could be less obvious, you know?” Zig playfully nudged Amy, nearly knocking her over as she shook her head in denial.
“No! I wasn’t!” Amy sighed as she rubbed her temples, Zig’s infectious laugh filling the empty cafe. Amy playfully punched his shoulder as a group of well dressed men stepped through the threshold, Amy moving behind the register to take their orders. The day passed, Amy learning how oddly specific some people like their coffee, and learning all of Zig’s secrets to the perfect iced coffee. Amy looked at the clock as Zig walked to lock the front door - finally closing time.
“Some of these orders...like ‘I’ll have the grande iced mocha no foam soy hexagon vortex hypotenuse’” Amy waved her hands around as Zig tried to contain a laugh, wiping down the counter as Amy hung her apron up.
“Amy you’re horrible.” Zig made a good attempt at seriousness, their eyes meeting before they continued to laugh which made closing pass by much faster. Zig grabbed the mass of leftover desserts from their respective containers, hovering them over the garbage before Amy stopped him.
“Oh, did you want these?”
“No, but I can find a better place for them than the trash.”
“Where? Your stomach?”
“No, the food bank is on the route back to my apartment. We shouldn’t be wasteful, and besides - who wouldn’t love a raspberry crown?”
“You’ve got a point. I’ll bag these for you then, if you could sweep the floor and put the chairs on the tables that’d be great.”
When all the cleaning and closing procedures were done Amy headed for the door with her bag in hand, Zig gently tapping her shoulder and holding out an envelope, a key to the cafe and the bag of desserts.
“Okay so I know what’s in here but what is this? A resignation letter?” Amy pouted her bottom lip as Zig rolled his eyes so far back Amy wasn’t sure if they’d come back.
“It’s your share of the tips from today, and the wrapped pastries. Thanks for that suggestion by the way, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that myself.” Zig rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the pristine cafe, the windows reflecting the moonlight and the tile shimmering as if it were just installed. “Bloody hell, the place looks good...no great. Thank you Amy. Come on let's get outta here, go home - I’ll see you tomorrow at 6. Actually, let me make sure you set 3 different alarms, give me your phone.” Zig held out his hand after he locked the front door, Amy reluctantly handing her iphone over as he set 3 different alarms, all 5 minutes apart. He looked up at her for a moment, smirking before handing her phone back to her and walking off into the city. Amy rolled her eyes, he probably took a selfie on her camera but when she went to check, there was nothing but memes and occasional group photos -what did Zig smirk at then? Amy was too tired to think of it, she made a swift beeline to the food bank, opening the doors and dropping the brown bag of desserts off before making her trip back to the apartment.
The door opened with a creak, all of the lights turned off as Amy carefully navigated to her room. She switched her lamp on, letting it provide a dim light that didn’t blind Amy because of its intensity. She tossed her bag onto the bed, as she pulled her shirt over her head in one rapid motion. She desperately stripped, throwing her dirty clothes into the laundry basket as she changed into clean lingerie. She slipped into her favorite pair of pajama shorts and pulling her favorite hoodie over her bra - shirts were overrated anyways. Amy crawled onto her bed, crossing her legs while she put her headphones on, pulling up her favorite late-night playlist and letting the slowed music soothe her. She caught a glance at the envelope Zig had given her, she reached over for it and opened it carefully - baffled at the amount of cash laying inside. She slowly laid each bill out, counting the total twice to make sure she hadn’t miscalculated. Working at a cafe in New York’s financial district was definitely going to help her and Lily catch up on their rent and not get evicted. She smiled, tucking away 25% for herself, taking enough for her share of the rent and putting the rest into her locked safe - she’d been saving for a trip to Hawaii since she graduated. She stifled a yawn, closing the safe and tucking herself back into her warm sheets, taking her headphones off and closing her eyes for the night.
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The alarm woke Amy up with it’s loud and very obnoxious beeping, Amy wanting nothing more than to throw the phone into the thermosphere. She drowsily stood from her bed, gently tucking the sheets neatly back into place as she turned off the following alarms. She sighed, rubbing her head as she changed into a simple outfit and left out the door to the cafe.
Amy arrived at the cafe, unlocked the front door and turned the lights on, relocking the door behind her because she didn’t need anyone startling her. She moved behind the counter, dropping her bag in the lounge and putting an apron on. She checked the coffee filters, gave the blenders a good washing, set out creamer, sugar and other coffee essentials on the counter and filled supplies back up. Zig suddenly walked through the door, a smile on his face as Amy finished supplying the countertop and putting the pastries out on display, letting Zig prepare himself for opening.
“You’re early. I’m shocked. College Amy is having a stroke right now.” Amy knocked him in the side, Zig falling back a few steps as he shook his head and put his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright alright no need for violence, come on, let’s open.” Zig turned the “open” sign on and only a minute later did Kamilah appear in the cafe, her suit perfectly fitted, her hair smoothly cascading around her head and down her shoulders and her face relaxed and composed.
“Good morning Kamilah, what can I get for you?” Zig gestured to the display of desserts and the variety of coffee combinations on the menu above their heads. Kamilah smiling as Zig waved his hands back and forth, Kamilah letting out a soft chuckle.
“Just a large black coffee and maybe a date-nut pinwheel.” Kamilah spoke to Zig in almost a tender way, as if they were siblings or long-term friends. Amy selected a pinwheel, gently placing it into a small bag and sliding it over the counter towards Kamilah as she began to brew the coffee.
“How’s Ahmanet Financial?” Zig leaned over the counter, his defined arms nearly breaking through the sleeves of his white shirt. Kamilah tucked the pinwheel bag into a hidden pocket on the inside of her blazer before she turned back to face Zig.
“It’s very successful, our stocks are soaring and we just secured a new business partner.” Kamilah looked proud and for good reason - Ahmanet financial was one of the most powerful corporations out there. Amy topped her coffee off with a lid and handed it to her, their eyes meeting for a moment before Amy turned away, feeling her cheeks turning hot. Kamilah checked her watch, a movado 47 rose gold watch that cost way more than anything Amy had ever come close to owning. “Zig I’d love to chat some other day but I’m afraid I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”
She quickly made her way out the door, the bell ringing softly as Kamilah strided away. Amy leaned over the counter with a sigh, Zig nudging her softly.
“You could be less obvious Amy,” his annoying face smirking at Amy as she rolled her eyes, “you used to be so slick back in college.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Amy threw an empty coffee cup at him as a blonde girl walked into the cafe, her eyes glued to her phone as she recited her order at a rate that nobody could understand. Amy sighed, Zig giving her a pained glance as she went to mix the complicated coffee order. Amy fought back a laugh as Zig found a way to run away to the back when the girl asked for his phone number. Once Amy finished mixing her coffee and sent her out the cafe doors Zig poked his head out of the lounge - his eyes scanning for her.
“Is she gone?” Amy snorted as Zig stepped out from the doorway, his hands running through his hair as he let his shoulders relax. “My god I hate teenagers - they turn eighteen and all of a sudden think they can fuck anyone. I’m like 5 years older than her at least!”
“Relax buddy, let’s just get through the rest of the day. I’ll handle all the teenage brats and you can handle all the nasty men.” Amy gave him a cheeky grin as they teamwork-ed their way through the rest of the day.
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“Finally.” Amy rested the broom on the wall, taking in the pristine cafe as Zig finished wiping down the counters. “What a day.”
“Thank god it’s over.”
“Zig?”
“Yeah?”
“Does Kamilah always come by the cafe right when we open?”
Zig perked his head up, his brows raised to the top of his head as Amy felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her hands growing sweaty as Zig remained silent.
“She always comes as soon as we open, she has to be at work early since she is the CEO. Although she never rests, despite everything I’ve told her.” Zig’s head shot to his phone as it buzzed, a text from Emily appearing on the screen and Zig hastily typed away.
“Everything okay Zig?” Amy had a worried expression on her face as Zig let out a long sigh.
“There’s a road trip for Kaitlyn’s band that leaves in two days that lasts for a week that our group is going on and I can’t go because I need to run the cafe-”
“I can handle it for a week.” Amy spoke firmly, Zig’s eyes widening before he let out a chuckle.
“What if you burn it down?”
“I won’t but then I guess you just have to trust me. Come on Zig - you need a break and you damn well know it. Get out of here for a week.”
“I hate that you’re right. Fine, but if the cafe isn’t standing when I get back, you’re toast.” They both laughed and finished up closing.
Amy walked towards the food bank, a brisk breeze prompting her to make it one speedy trip so she could bask in her heated apartment. A shriek came from the alley as Amy turned her gaze to see where the yell had come from, a red pair of eyes looking right at her in the darkness. She felt her heart beating out of her chest as she forced her feet to a run, her heart pounding like a drum and ringing in her ears as she huffed through the front doors of the bank - placing the bag on the counter and racing back to her apartment without turning back.
“Hey girl how was-” Lily sat on the couch with a coke in her hand and the television remote in the other, her smile fading as she met Amy’s eyes. “Amy, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”
“I think I’m just hallucinating from exhaustion,” Amy dropped her bag on the floor and took a seat on the couch beside Lily, “anyways tell me about you. We haven’t really had time since we both started working more.”
“Well you should sleep soon but I think we’ll be able to hold the rent for the next few months - with all the money you’re bringing in now in addition to the money my app has started to bring in - I think we’ll be more than fine.” Lily nudged her shoulder, offering Amy a can of coke with a smile as The Vampire Diaries played on the TV.
“Vampires are so overrated.” Amy groaned as she watched Lily’s eyes become glued to the screen.
“Some of us have taste you know.”
“No, it’s because they’re not real Lily, and the fact that no vampire would ever be attracted to me.”
Lily rolled her eyes as Amy sipped on her coke, both of them laughing late into the night and being good friends in what had felt like a long time.
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Amy unlocked the cafe doors and shuffled inside, locking the door behind her and leaving her bag on the counter. She hit the light switch as the lights slowly came flickering on as she tied the apron around the back of her neck. She quickly started and finished the morning set-up, the routine becoming second nature since Amy had always been a fast learner. She checked her phone, 6:49 am April 1, 2020.
“April fools day.” Amy smiled as she contemplated setting up a whipped cream prank on Zig, but decided not to against her deepest desire to see his shocked face. While thinking of ways to mess with Zig through the day, her mind came to test a theory - she began preparing two black coffees - before adding her own twists to one of them. Amy finished and admired her handiwork - the cups looked identical and Kamilah wouldn’t notice until she tasted it.
Kamilah walked in, her eyes scanning the cafe for Zig as she took a cautious step towards Amy who had a cute little grin on her face.
“Good morning Kamilah, here’s your coffee.” Amy handed her a black coffee, the one she had adjusted ever so slightly. She watched as Kamilah brought the cup to her lips, almost taking a sip, before she lowered the cup and leaned her face closer to Amy.
“What did you do to it? It smells different, and where’s Zig?” Kamilah arched a brow as Amy silently wondered how Kamilah could smell the difference.
“I took a twist with it, I made you your regular too in case you hate it...I just thought you should broaden your horizons…and Zig is coming. He just needs to pack, he’ll be gone after today for a week and I’ll be running the cafe.” Amy smiled softly at the woman who was now leaning dangerously close.
“I see. And if I hate it?”
“Then I’ll pay for both and I’ll never try to broaden your horizons again…” Amy frowned slightly as Kamilah finally sipped on the drink - her brown eyes widening as she took another, and another.
“It’s...actually pretty good...what did you do to it?” Kamilah took another sip as Amy bounced on her heels, a wide childish grin written across her face.
“I added a bit of cream and sugar and a bit of caramel! It’s how I like mine!” Amy took her hands behind her back and fiddled with them nervously as Kamilah smiled. Zig walked in just as the clock read 8:05 am and Kamilah left, turning at the door to smile at Amy one last time, lifting the cup up with a smile before entering her car.
“What’s that smile about Amy?” Zig wagged his fingers at Amy with a classic smirk as he prepared for the shift, Amy resting her head on both of her hands while she leaned over the counter - her legs kicking out behind her.
“Nothing.” Amy sighed and went back to brewing coffee, her hands aimlessly performing while her mind sat on nothing but the thought of Kamilah - and her damned perfect smile.
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Amy tossed her shoes off as she made her way through the apartment door, one shoe nearly knocking Lily’s head off as she pulled freshly fried chicken from the air fryer.
“Lily that smells AMAZING!” Amy squealed and made her way over to her, Lily slapping her hand away as she finished the two plates of waffles off with a chicken breast and syrup. “I swear I’ve got the best best friend…” Lily smiled as they both dug into the food, chatting away about their day until Amy let it slip out.
“And there’s this really hot customer-”
“Oh! Spill!” Lily wiggled in her seat like a child, eagerly waiting for Amy to elaborate as Amy stuffed her face with the rest of her waffles. “I’ll wait for you to finish.” Lily smirked and held Amy in an uncomfortable eye contact until Amy finally caved in.
“She comes in at opening time every single day, and always orders a black coffee. Although I got her to try something new today which I’m really proud of.” The subtle smile that crept up Amy’s face gave it all away to Lily as she let her ramble on, whilst she gave Amy the smirk she hated. “I’m simping aren’t I?”
“There’s nothing wrong with simping. But you have a chance here because Zig won’t be there so you can actually like...take your shot without him ever having to know,” Lily winked and whispered, “and you could totally fuck her in the back-”
“NOPE!” Amy stood up frantically, Lily holding her sides for support and nearly falling out of her chair as Amy rushed to clear her plate. “I hate you! Ohmygoddddddd.” Amy groaned as Lily fell to the floor, her eyes wet with tears at Amy’s reaction more than anything else.
“I’m going to bed!!”
“Goodnight! Love you Ames!!!”
“Love you too….annoying ass!”
Amy snorted as she changed into her sleepwear, her body becoming exhausted as she hit the mattress, falling asleep ridiculously fast.
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Kamilah came through the door, right on time as Amy had come to expect. Amy gazed up from her phone, those dark brown eyes looking right at her as she handed Kamilah her usual black coffee, Kamilah holding it closely before clearing her throat.
“Can I have the one from yesterday as well?” Amy smiled at her as she began to mix her favorite coffee - Kamilah leaning over the counter to observe.
“I didn’t think you’d want it again.” Amy said as she added creamer to the mix, the coffee turning golden as she mixed it.
“A woman can’t appreciate a little variety in her life?” Kamilah leaned against the counter, her hair smoothly gliding over her maroon blazer as she tossed it back - taking a sip from her cup.
“No I just-” Amy topped the cup off with a bit of caramel before enclosing it with the lid, her hands sweaty as she handed it to Kamilah.
“You just?”
“Thought you’d always like your coffee like your personality.”
“Whatever do you mean by that?”
The way Kamilah was looking at Amy, she knew she had to choose her next words carefully.
“Dark, intimidating, a bit bitter at first sip,” Amy hesitated as Kamilah raised a brow, “an...acquired taste.”
“You’re intimidated by me?”
“Just a little…”
“Hmm, I suppose your coffee is like you if you want to expand your little analogy.” Kamilah glanced at her watch, her expression shifting from playful to work-oriented. Amy felt her heart drop a little as she recomposed herself - back to her refined and disciplined self. Kamilah made her way to the door, the two cups of coffee in her hands as she paused, turning back and looking at Amy - something different about it.
“It’s...sweet and comforting,” her voice was soft as she spoke, Amy’s cheeks turning very red, “like you.”
#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#mc x kamilah#kamilah the bloodqueen post#bloodbound#bloodbound AU#um so I have a love-hate relationship with this fic#but i am proud of it in it's ways#okay i've been deflecting i need to go do calculus homework and lecture videos
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