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alstanfordart · 4 years ago

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Bob’s Nightmare. Scene below.

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It awoke. Not particularly rested. Its mind had drifted. Drifted back to the Todash, leaving Its material presence hidden beneath the ground, safely stashed away in a dark crevice of the cave. As Its conscious was violently ripped back into Its avatar of Robert Gray, It could feel the wound. No healing. Something had awakened It.

Not healed. Not healed but awake prematurely.

Confused, It staggers up, focusing Its one eye, seeing only black. Hearing creaking sounds and door slamming. Unable to see a few feet in front of It with just a subtle hint of weak light from an unknown source. It begins to walk and as It does, It hears, at the edge of the darkness, children singing;

'Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's, you owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's.'

It pauses in Its steps as It sees a flash of yellow accompanied by giggling.

A boy.

The voice of the child causes unease as another blur of yellow dashes past, before the child appears before It, partially obscured by the shadows save for emerald rain boots stark against the midnight and a speck of light in each iris.

What the Hell is this?

Little Georgie Denbrough in his slick rain coat, skin flaps dangling from his bloody stump as he slowly reveals himself as a gentle sound of thunder and rain drift out from behind him.

The boy approaches, neutral expression, standing before It.

"Why did you kill me?" Georgie asks, his round face pale, his eyes rimmed with dark circles as he gazes up. "I didn't do anything. I just wanted my boat."

Georgie holds out his hand, the paper boat sitting on his tiny fingers, blood starting to seep through and engulf the faded paper.

"It wasn't anything personal kid, I was hungry." Robert growls, lip curling up in disgust and taking a step back from this unwelcome mirage.

Like It needs to justify Itself to this brat. He is what led to Its confrontation with the hated ones. Perhaps had It targeted another child...

But maybe that would have lead to an entirely different group of children targeting It.

Maybe the Final Other intended it that way.

And that boat. That fucking boat is what started the whole mess.

It doesn't pursue this train of thought further, as it enrages It.

There's a shift in Georgie's melancholy demeanor and a creepy grin breaks out as he bends down to place his boat on a thin river of blood that has manifested, suspended a few feet above the ground.

Georgie then steps back, his form breaking apart as it evaporates upwards into the darkness as the now crimson-soaked boat starts to glide along as the singing starts up again;

'When will you pay me? Say the bells at Old Bailey. When I grow rich, say the bells at Shoreditch.'

Robert stares down at the boat as it starts to move, the blood river carrying it along. The boat's route becomes altered as the river begins to flow out, a small wave lifting it through the air. Robert's gaze follows as a red-haired woman appears amid the swirling ruby.

Beverly Marsh.

"Well, aren't you a sight," she smirks, hands perched upon her hips. "Just as bad as the time I stabbed you in the head. Couldn't sleep that one off, huh?"

The little bitch.

Snarling, quill teeth now jetting out his mouth, Robert lunges, only to have her vaporize as he goes to tear at her throat. Her disembodied laugh echoing around him. The blood river drifts off, taking the small boat along as it disappears into the gloom as a cream-colored wooden door appears. It steadily swings open, revealing a bathroom. Robert refrains from coming closer, but the room appears to envelope him, moving on its own.

The steam cloud blanketing the area barely conceals a dark-haired man slouched in a bathtub.

Stanley Uris, head lolling against his shoulder.

Spotting Robert, he sits up as he holds out his wrists, thin slashes appearing and dripping, inking the bath water red and dotting the white porcelain.

"I got to grow up at least." he says.

Robert gives a contemptuous scoff. "You did that to yourself."

"After you came to me." Stan retorts, lowering his arms slowly, staring blankly at Robert, a little half-smile just barely showing. Robert quickly retreats, slamming the door as it dissolves in a puff of thin smoke.

It is growing increasingly uncomfortable. Anxious. It must get out of here, whatever this is.

A dream. A nightmare.

Limbo? Had It been killed while slumbering?

Robert's head darts around as he searches the area, strange clanking sounds and echos vibrate in the distance coupled with a growing forest of giggling children's voices and the baaing of sheep.

'When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. I do not know, says the great bell at Bow.'

Mike Hanlon comes forth, holding up a photo album. Opening it, there are various photographs of black birds.

"We're all afraid of something-even you." he says as the birds come to life and begin to flap their wings and squawk, emerging from the album's pages in droves, growing larger in size as they fly at Robert, pecking at him, their beady eyes glowing yellow. He ducks down and swats at them, growling as Mike fades into the dark.

As the birds swoop away, another familiar male voice appears.

"What's up clown man!" Richie Tozier jumps out, bat in hands as Robert, startled, stumbles backwards.

Ugh, of all the Losers, It had hated this one the most. The insulting little shit.

Richie continues to swing the bat, the wood making audible swooshing sounds that cut through the air.

Roaring, Robert grabs at the weapon, only to have his hands pass through it, tumbling forward as Richie cackles.

"Hey, no! Sorry no cigar! You know this place is worse than that crack house." he says, as he pauses to adjust his glasses.

Another final voice, immediately recognizable.

"He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts, he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."

Bill Denbrough steps forth from the tenebrosity, the boat pinched between his fingers.

"You're not real. None of you are. Old age took you back to the weeds long ago." Robert says glaring at him, his one iris starting to spark as Bill approaches.

Save for Mike. All are gone.

Bill smirks. "We're not real enough for you?" he replies, chuckling as an inhaler rolls out beside his feet. Eddie Kaspbrak reaches down to pluck it up, standing alongside Bill.

Raising it to his lips, he halts. "I actually don't need this anymore." Eddie says as he chucks it casually over his shoulder.

Richie moves to stand by them along with Mike and Beverly, with Georgie close behind, followed by Ben Hanscom, who holds up a piece of a large eggshell, black and shiny. Robert's expression drops at the sight, an angry grimace exposing his razor incisors.

Stanley Uris suddenly joins them, that same barely-smile still there. Almost mocking.

Robert glances around at his former adversaries.

"You should have stayed out of it. All of you, had you just kept to your business, let me have what I wanted, Stan and Eds would have lived longer, happier lives. I would have been nothing more than fragments of a forgotten dream. Amnesia is a kindness."

"We forgot, but you haven't forgotten us," Mike offers. "Have you?"

"We're still here," Bill adds, tapping the tip of the paper boat against his temple. "Can't escape that."

The eight are now bordering around him, with more emerging from behind: Candice Swain, Veronica Dell, the drunk Samuel, Colin and Hank Dobson, Esther, Noah Brady, the Muncy family, Julie, the hateful redhead Heather Taggart, Brandon Wilkes, Emily and her mother and the rest of the newest souls he'd claimed on this planet as well as his victims from Derry; the boys from the tunnel, Derek Stuart and James, Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter decked out in his cartoon cat shirt, features chewed, the other two punks from the Bower's gang whose names he couldn't be bothered to remember, their necks bloodied, ripped open. Betty Ripsom, little Victoria, Adrian Mellon and the faces of endless Derry children and adults, some recognizable, some barely a hint of familiarity, many just a passing blip on his existence like pretty Martha and naive Alison. Many he'd used and killed like Tom Rogan, some that survived his Deadlights like Audra Denbrough.

As well as the unfortunate wife of the true Robert Gray, Agnes and their daughter Emma. Scowling and hateful.

Decades upon decades of victims. Many missing limbs, their eyeballs gouged out, blood bubbling from their mouths.

"Why'd you kill me?"

"You ripped my legs off and left my body in a ditch."

"You ate my baby. My only son."

"My father died from a broken heart after I went missing."

"They only found my head with no eyes."

Whispering, talking, with some laughing menacingly, all tinted in dull green-blue as the numbers begin to grow as more appear behind them.

Then a few clear a path, allowing another achingly familiar figure to step into the bleak light.

Mirasal.

She moves to stand before him, bringing her arms up to scissor them across her chest, she gives him a somber scowl.

Robert lowers himself to his knees, keeping his gaze locked with hers as resentment and hatred glimmer within her cerulean disks.

"What was that you told me? That I could trust you?" she says, giving a repulsed head shake.

No. This is not her. Remember that. None of this is real.

Just a dream. It's not real.

Robert hangs his head in his hands. "I don't want to hurt you." he mutters into his palms, his face shooting up at the sound of her chuckling derisively.

"Like I would believe you, you even thought about killing me," she replies. "Or perhaps give me a little scare."

With that, she leaps forward, her mouth unhinging, the blue eyes switching to ebony as she comes at him with her claws out. Robert winces back, covering his face, ducking his head down, only to feel nothing. He gingerly peeks out from beneath his fingers.

She's vanished. But the others, their irises blacking out to mimic that same appearance, still remain. All begin to draw closer, the Loser's Club at the forefront, their hands growing paler, some stained with blood splatter, grabbing at him as they close in, swaying back and forth, becoming more zombie-like.

"Get away from me," Robert rapidly stands, whirling around, panic gripping him as he growls, his one intact pupil now burning bright. "Get away."

"We all float down here, Robert. Float with us. Float with us. " they all cantillate in unison. "Float with us."

"No, no. Leave me alone." Robert drops back down to the ground, cowering, shielding himself from their increasingly grotesque faces, their features shriveling up and dropping to the ground. Their cackles resounding through his skull, magnified.

"You'll float too! You'll float too! You'll float too!"

"No!" Robert shouts, covering his ears as the area begins to spin, the faces around him now blending together. "No! No! No! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Their laughing abruptly ceases, their fingers no longer grabbing and prodding at him, and all is quiet save for the angelic crooning beginning to rise again;

'Here comes a candle to light you to bed.'

Robert follows the source, coming into view of a tall lithe figure, its slouching back facing him, standing in the center of a circle of light. The air above has red balloons hovering, completely still as Robert approaches, pausing every other step as the being becomes more visible, its ruffled off-white costume beginning to twitch as it turns to face him, bells jingling.

Robert stands facing his favorite form as it gives an empty grin.

What?

"Here comes a candle to light you to bed." Pennywise says as he reaches his elongated gloved fingers to grip the nape of Robert's neck. His eyes are two empty sockets, devoid of any color, his teeth yellowed needles as he brings his ghostly features closer, smooth, almost as if they were set in porcelain. Without warning he slams Robert to the ground, the strings of the balloons suspended above gently blow in response as he straddles him.

"Time to pay the piper, ol' Bob Gray," Pennywise intones as he lowers his teeth, only an inch from Robert's visage of both fear and confusion, the dripping saliva strings cold against his skin. Pennywise traces a bony finger along Robert's nose. "And here comes a chopper to chop off your head! Chip chop chip chop, the last man is dead!" he starts to maniacally cackle.

Squeezing his lids, Robert lets out a roar, fighting to free himself, thrashing beneath his double.

And just like that, the clown and the balloons are gone.

#pennywise #the losers club #it chapter two #fanfiction #fanfiction art #bill skarsgard

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dawniebb · 4 years ago

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Closure

So...back again with another marathon I’m hosting (?) with @healing-winston-pratt <3! about our canon divergence because canon is for the weak :) however, this time you’ll only see me so...yeah, guys, I’m sorry, bEAR WITH ME LMAO AFSGHJADFGSHJA :’)))

I thiiiiiink this is...the last marathon we’ll do about this I think, and it’s a series of four fics called “Closure” which is...basically, what the name says :’) it’s about people finding closure for the ones they lost throughout the books AND before the books this is about Georgia hello darling you’re wonderful im sorry mm killed you because we thought it was..necessary after that half-assed Supernova epilogue uwu. So yeah. The first one in this Closure series is Georgia :’)

You can use this post as a masterlist for backround bc we don’t have one yet

And the tag list (If you want to be addedOR removed just notifiy us pls): @novadreamer95438 @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff @novas-tunnel-of-anxiety @obsidianfr3sk

ALSO I NAMED THESE AFTER SONGS :) So the link will be in the lyrics I hope

Georgia

I Kill Giants

Heavier heels His mourning concealed On the saddest of days Why couldn’t we save you?

A couple days after the supernova, once all the funerals had passed and things were going back to normal, Adrian went to visit his mom.

Georgia Rawles was buried inside a very ostentatious mausoleum, located in Gatlon’s cemetery.

Nobody had ever confirmed that, but rumor had it, it resembled the structure of Pops’ old house, by the edges of the city, close to the abandoned train rails; it had similar dimensions and structure, but the décor was a hundred times better, with white pillars, stairs that led to the entrance and a wooden gate with a carved R; at some point in time, all members of the Council would be there.

Right now, it was only Mom and Evander.

The mausoleum was always surrounded by gifts that people left there. And right now, since Gatlon was grieving Blacklight, the fence was open to the public.

Though…

Well…

Whether the fence was locked or not wouldn’t have mattered under normal circumstances because, obviously, Adrian had his own copy of the key, though he rarely went to see her. Not because he didn’t love her (he did. A lot. And he missed her every day despite having been torn from him when he was just a kid), but because…

Because he liked to remember her as what she had been, not for the fact she wasn’t here anymore; he liked to see her in family albums and draw her, but the mausoleum was a very…sad place for him, almost depressing.

It was also a place where he liked to be alone with Mom. And sometimes talk to her. After all, they lived in a world where people had powers; everything was possible. Which meant that, deep down, Adrian still had faith she would answer someday.

But she never answered.

Not really.

But it wasn’t like that made Adrian mad, because maybe she was too busy doing something else; maybe she was very comfortable…wherever she was. And that made him feel rather happy.

To know she was at peace.

So, slowly, Adrian walked up the stairs, and then opened the gate.

The smell of candles and flowers greeted him, for the two headstones were being visited more often these days.

The Renegades’ slogan was written on top of the wall where the headstones rested.

Bold. Valiant. Just

Written in shining silver, so they didn’t take much attention from the spots where the two fallen Council members laid.

Right now, the bottom of the wall was upholstered with Blacklight and Lady Indomitable plushies, photographs, and tons of flowers.

So many flowers, that Adrian had to, manually, remove some of them to make his way to the wall; first, he left the bouquet he had brought for Evander; he had put some snacks in it, because it had seemed…funny in a bittersweet way at the moment, and also tons of polaroid photos Adrian had taken with him some years ago, when he was trying to entertain him during a Christmas dinner.

Evander had always been Adrian’s favorite Council member, because he…was young enough to treat him as brother; of course, Evander was an adult, but that didn’t change the fact he was younger than 14 when Adrian was born, and they had always shared a rather close relationship. He was annoying at times and, during the last months he was alive, he had fallen into a bottomless pit of madness, which deformed his personality until he almost acted like a dictator.

Of course, Adrian didn’t condone that, but he still had good memories regarding Evander and he doubted he would ever get rid of those memories. Mostly because…somehow, he didn’t want to.

“May the light guide your way.”

Evander Wade. Blacklight.

Brother, husband, father, friend and hero.

Adrian supposed the right thing to do would’ve been saying something, but he hadn’t come here today to talk to Evander, so he didn’t have anything to tell him. Not really.

So he just touched the headstone, but then he moved on to his mom’s, which was to the left of Evander’s.

And there she was.

There was Mom.

“When in doubt…fly.”

Georgia Rawles. Lady Indomitable.

Sister, mother, friend and hero.

And also gone too soon, like Evander, but nobody ever wanted to say that, because it was depressing.

Gulping, Adrian placed the bouquet of white and pink roses on the floor, and ran his fingers through his mother’s name.

“You can’t see it…but I have a lot of bandages beneath my clothes.” He told her, barely able to laugh. “…because I got a ton of tattoos. I don’t know if you would’ve approved that but…yeah. I already took them off, though…in the most violent way you can imagine. But I’m doing good.”

His sentences, like it always happened, were met with cold silence, as Adrian ceased caressing the name and hugged himself, feeling the bandages that were wrapped around his body; the wounds barely hurt anymore, though. After all, they had been treated by a prodigy healer; the process was supposed to be this fast.

“I hope you’re doing good too.” Adrian said, taking a deep breath, before staring at his feet.

If he had to find a word to describe what he had been feeling since the battle of the cathedral, that word would’ve been “shock”. Because, there in the cathedral, it had been the first time somebody had told him what he had done. And his heart had been feeling heavy ever since , and Adrian didn’t know how he was going to get up from this one.

Maybe he wouldn’t.

Maybe it was something that would torment him forever unless he got help, which didn’t seem so unlikely, given that he had his dads were supportive and also willing to help him go through the process and everything.

But everything was way too heavy, just…

Knowing what he had done, even if it hadn’t been directly his fault.

“Something that seems…extremely weird, in the good sense…. Is that…” Adrian coughed. “I crossed paths with the little girl you were trying to save, and you would be happy to know she’s an amazing person…and…well…she’s my girlfriend now so, you know…she…she’s just amazing, and I love her; I guess you would’ve loved her too...”

His voice was starting to break, but Adrian chose to continue, adjusting his glasses using his pinky and sniffing.

“She’s also very broken. But she’s trying to get better, and forgive…” He said. “….I like to believe you would forgive me too, you know? Because I…I don’t know. We both know what happened. And I…”

I’m sorry.

“I loved you so much. I still do. I’m sorry my fear of losing you was bigger, until it took you away. You didn’t deserve that.” Adrian had no longer control over his shaking hands. “You were supposed to be here; to meet Nova; to be with me and I’m…I’m sorry I…I’m so sorry, mom.”

He shook and shivered, but he didn’t cry.

Not yet.

Because when he touched his mother’s headstone again, he just remembered the texture of her skin; it was always soft and warm, although her hands were a little calloused, and she smelled like violets and sun (even if people tended to insist on the fact that the sun didn’t smell like anything); he remembered how he wrapped his legs around her waist as she held him into her arms and danced with him around the apartment to Have You Ever Seen the Rain, although Adrian didn’t understand the lyrics back then and he was yet to have the guts to listen to the song again; he remembered how Mom spun around, kissing his nose, and at some point she got so lost in the moment, that her feet lifted up from the ground.

That had been a good day. And those had been a good 6 years. And while Adrian rested his head against the headstone, he almost felt the fabric of her pants, as he saw her taking out her Lady Indomitable costume and begged her to stay at home, just for today.

Now that he was older, he had grown to accept that had been her job, and he was her legacy, although not everything that was left of her.

This world. The whole twisted yet powerful everything this world had, was what was left of Georgia Rawles. And Adrian would forever be proud she was his mom, just like he was proud Hugh and Simon were his dads. Because he had fallen in the safest place he could think of.

Adrian remained like that for a while, pressing his forehead against Mom’s headstone until, through the thick blank noise, he heard knocking; three gentle knocks on the gates by the entrance, which made him jump.

And, when he turned around, all he could see was Hugh.

Which…didn’t surprise him at all.

He was wearing a jacket and jeans, but Adrian could see that his blue shirt was the one he often wore to sleep; besides, he was fidgeting with the car keys between his fingers, which only confirmed what Adrian had been thinking before leaving the house.

He should’ve had notified his dads he was leaving early; he had risen with the sun, only to be here in the cemetery before everyone else could. But he hadn’t told Hugh or Simon.

And, lately, Simon had been having trouble to sleep, so by the time the sun was rising, he often went to Adrian’s room and slept on the couch; he supposed he had tried to do that, and then he hadn’t found him, which led to immediate chaos.

Yet, Hugh didn’t seem mad.

In fact, once he put the car keys inside his pockets, he smiled.

“Mind if I join you?”

Adrian didn’t answer, but Hugh understood it was a positive answer anyway, so he went ahead; the sound of his steps created a faint echo, and when he was next to him, Hugh wrapped an arm around Adrian’s shoulder, gently.

Then, they both stared at the headstone in silence, as if they both were having their own private conversation with Georgia, in a crowded, yet very intimate scenario; a phenomena that went on until Hugh scoffed, laughing at his own thoughts, and looked at Adrian, saying:

“When your mother was pregnant, her baby bump remained hidden for quite some months; she only had a small bulge in her lower stomach…and we would always tease her about it saying that was just her abs..” He laughed. “…which would make her mad, of course. Georgia was such a mom. I feel like she really wanted to have a child, despite having acted as mom towards all of us…and she wanted to have a pretty baby bump, because she wanted to remind herself you were there….that, and cute maternity clothes, I guess.”

In response to the sudden comedy break, Adrian snorted, adjusting his glasses again.

“We can’t judge her.” He told Hugh. “We’ll never be pregnant, but we gotta admit maternity clothes are cool.”

“Oh, they were cool. And pretty expensive also. Geez, Adrian, thanks for forcing us into involuntary fasting.”

“Dad!” Adrian chuckled, punching him in the ribs, despite knowing Hugh hadn’t felt anything.

Hugh laughed with him, but his laugh, suddenly, became inexistent, and Hugh scratched his own chin, staring at the headstone. Smiling at it, and probably waiting for something that would not happen.

So he decided to speak again, although his voice sounded more hesitant, and the most…insecure Adrian had ever perceived it.

“Your dad was going crazy.”

Adrian already knew that, even if nobody had told him.

“…but I told him to calm down, because I just…knew you were here. It’s where I always come when things are rough.”

To that sentence, Adrian stared at his feet, but not yet pulling away from his father’s touch. He knew Mom and Hugh had been pretty close but, if he wanted to be honest, he had no idea he liked to come here to visit her.

“Adrian, you see…” Hugh didn’t stare at him either.

“Your mom was amazing. She was…one of the most amazing people I’ve ever meet, and I don’t think anyone that I happen to meet in the future will top her…she was an outstanding mom and just…the coolest best friend I could ever ask for.”

As Hugh’s body seemed to grow weak, Adrian felt the burning need to hold his hand, but it was far.

“…and I miss her every day, just like you; and your dad, and Tamaya, and Kasumi, and…” For a whole second, Hugh’s lips quivered when he came to the realization he had been this close to list Evander, before noticing he was also gone, so Adrian remained staring at him.

And Hugh stared back, his blue eyes looking vulnerable and just…

Weak.

So, so weak and tiny.

“You were her son. And she loved you more than I’ve ever seen a mother love her child…and I know how much you’re hurting, because I know Simon and I will never be able to fill the space she left…believe me, we’re not trying to replace her…but we’re doing our best to be enough.” He said.

“….and I understand your pain…and your grief and all the awful things you might feel when you realize you’ll never see her again…because, Adrian, I…” His lips quivered again, but this time Hugh didn’t mind to stop him.

However, Adrian could see he was choking and stumbling on his pride, which stood stubbornly in the way, until Hugh decided he was stronger, let go of Adrian and held his hand instead, tightly.

“…I need her too.” He said, almost relieved, as if a secret of a lifetime had slipped from his mouth.

“I need her so much, and I miss her so much…because she was...like a sister. She was my best friend and she’s gone, and I have to live without her and…Sometimes I feel so lost…and I just know...” As tears streamed down his face, Hugh sniffed and looked away.

“…I just know she would’ve known what to do; she would’ve known how to stop this world from falling apart… and if she were here, Evander would’ve met his baby.” Hugh stared at him again, hiccupping.

“And you look so much like her, Adrian. And I miss her so much.”

Unable to see through the fog in his glasses, Adrian removed them, as his own chest went up and down, and he barely had time to process this was the second time he had seen Hugh cry.

“I miss her too.”

And as they wrapped their arms around the other, they mourned Adrian’s mother in the most peacefully painful way possible, just the two of them, in a mausoleum full of flowers, in front of her headstone, coming to the realization that they were damaged; far too damaged, but since they were still sane enough to admit it, it wasn’t too late for them to get help; maybe they would get help, and things would finally get better when they escaped the stunted grief and all the pain Mom had left behind.

He hugged Hugh tightly as he could, feeling as if this was the first time he had ever hugged him, or hold him close.

And he felt something.

Through the dread and the pain, Adrian felt as Mom let go of his hand, leaving a cold emptiness on his wrist, which later turned into warmth due to his own temperature, and Hugh’s hold.

“Simon and you are enough.” Adrian sobbed.

“You’ll forever be enough, and I’ll never be able to put into words how much I love you.”

He meant it. Because, again, Adrian felt safe right there where he was; he felt safe in Hugh’s arms, just like he felt in Simon’s… but there were some things that needed some talking.

Things that needed some type of resolution.

Things that were awful.

Things that were broken.

Things that were shattered.

But when the world crumbled down, as long as people had the willingness to do it, it wasn’t too late to build it again.

And, after all, the first step into fixing something, was accepting the fact it was broken.

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clan-sayeed-fic · 5 years ago

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) ❗ Warnings: this chapter contains violence, angst, might cause distress ❗ Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

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Chapter 24

"What did she tell you?" Lily's voice high-pitched, revealing how shocked she was.

"I already told you every single word she said, do you really want me to go through this once again?" Kamilah's eyes were slowly changing its color as the anger was taking over. "Or perhaps I should work on your memory first."

"Easy," Adrian interrupted, standing between them, sensing the tension.

After what happened, Kamilah returned to the gala. She participated in the Council meeting, and when it ended, she told Adrian about her argument with Amy.

Actually, she didn't plan on telling him anything, but Adrian noticed her more distanced than usual behavior. Finally, after multiple nagging questions from him, Kamilah gave up and decided to tell him what happened. And at the same moment, Lily called them worrying about her best friend since she just arrived home from the gala and saw Amy's things gone.

And that's how they found themselves in this situation.

They were in Lily's apartment. Or, to be precise in Amy's former room. The only things suggesting that she had ever lived there were photographs of her and Lily on the wall.

"Did you really do something to her?" Lily was asking this question another time in a row. She didn't realize how much it must hurt Kamilah to even consider such a possibility.

"Lily..." Adrian's eyes pleading, he couldn't stand his best friend's suffering. "We all know how happy Amy was during those past days. There was no indication she would do such a thing."

Kamilah felt like her shirt was made of pure metal instead of smooth cotton. Irritating pain in her chest was causing her problems with breathing. Her legs were daring to tremble as all the pressure and hurt were dragging her down.

"Has she ever done something like that?" Kamilah looked into Lily's eyes, her voice was shaky, unlike her. She sat down on the chair next to the desk.

"Has she ever run away without a word?" Lily asked. "Of course, that's what her family did for years," she frowned. "The real question is, would she do this without a serious reason? Fuck no."

"Well, she explained to me her reasons loud and clear," Kamilah's head spinning. She wasn't able to think at that moment, sorrow spreading on every part of her body.

"Maybe she lied to you," Adrian was the only one focused there. "We can't exclude the possibility that Amy's reasons weren't about us at all. She had a lot on her plate recently."

Those words make the three of them think, search for answers. They were pushing their memories about the past few days, trying to remind themselves something significant in Amy's behavior. Something that would give them a clue to explain her actions.

Lily was sitting on her best friend's bed during this whole talk. Even thinking about the possibility of Amy never coming back was bringing tears to her eyes. She took the pillow from the bed and hugged it tightly to herself, inhaling the smell of the girl's perfume that was slowly fading away.

"What is it?" Kamilah stood up immediately and made her way toward the bed.

Previously covered with a pillow, and then finally visible to their eyes was a small piece of paper with familiar handwriting on it.

Amy's note.

***

"So, you're a Bloodkeeper and the vampire at once?" Amy asked right after she got out of her memories and was able to think straight.

"Apparently so," the woman smiled to her, there was something similar about this smile. About how her lips were curling up effortlessly.

Amy was still sitting on the chair with her wrists tied up. Her blood was slowly floating inside the wires, draining away from her body. But She wasn't concerned about that anymore, not when this discovery got her attention.

"How is it?" the girl looked at her blonde new companion. Her golden strands of hair were like a reflection of her own ones. "How is it to be both?"

The young woman was standing in front of her. She was staring at Amy with her green eyes, rethinking the question.

"Maybe you'll find out one day," she chuckled at her own words. "But for now, you shouldn't bother yourself about it. You need to stay strong to get through all of this."

Amy looked around the room to remind herself of where she was, that it wasn't just a nightmare of hers. That's when a beeping sound pierced through her head once again, ensuring about her full consciousness. Her forehead was sweaty as the fever took over her body. Trying to keep herself awake, she bit onto her lower lip until she tasted the metallic flavor.

Her own blood.

So that's how it tastes, Amy thought to herself with irony.

Despite the pain, her eyelids were getting heavier again, daring to close themselves completely.

"Focus," the voice echoed in her head. "You need to stay strong for Kamilah, can you hear me?"

Amy opened her eyes wider in an instant at the sound of the woman's name. Every feeling from that terrible night came back to her twice as strong. The night when she hurt Kamilah so much.

"How do you know about her?" Amy asked aloud, with suspicion. She was trying her best to concentrate on the features of the person in front of her, so similar.

"You told me," the woman smiled calmly. "You're talking about her all the time."

The girl laughed shortly, imagining Lily saying that. Her best friend that she might never see again. Those thoughts were sending shudders down her spine, so she let go of them, focusing on the next topic.

"For what reason Vega needs so much of my blood?" Amy glanced at blood bags that were slowly filling with red liquid.

The blonde walked to one of those blood bags, touching its characteristic surface with her fingers. Then, she looked again at the girl tied up to the chair.

"What did you learn about him so far?" her voice mysterious, stimulating Amy's brain to think.

"He is a sick person," Amy answered, frowning. But she knew that it wasn't the most important thing. "And power is all that he desires."

"Exactly," the young woman moved closer to her chair. "So what would give him his so much power? How far is he ready to go?"

Their eyes connected with each other, colors almost the same. Amy felt like by staring at this woman's eyes, she was looking intensively into her own soul.

And that's when the solution hit her.

"Of course, he did it before, why wouldn't he try again?"

***

"Come on, Kamilah, read it aloud," Lily was complaining like a little child, not being able to handle the anticipation.

But her nagging tone didn't change a thing in Kamilah's expression. It was still emotionless. She just read the words written by the person she cared about, and she was feeling nothing after doing that.

Because there was absolutely nothing emotional about this letter. No explanation, just a few meaningless words written on the useless piece of paper.

Finally, Lily couldn't stand waiting anymore, and she ripped the note out of Kamilah's hands. The woman didn't even react at such an act of insubordination, as the younger vampire started reading the words loud and clear.

Lily, I had to leave. Stay strong, stay positive, stay safe.

"That's everything?" Adrian's voice didn't hide his surprise.

Kamilah was staring with her empty eyes at the wall. She didn't expect Amy to write anything about her after what she heard last night. But what the girl wrote didn't have a meaning at all.

It meant absolutely nothing.

She looked at Lily, who suddenly became less talkative. She was studying the piece of paper like the note Amy left was way much longer than it actually was. It made the woman feel suspicious.

"Lily," Kamilah's voice made her jump, dragging her out of her thoughts. "What is it?" her tone sharp.

The girl looked at her, her eyes filling with tears.

"Lily," Adrian put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her and encourage at once. "If this message means something, you need to tell us."

"It does," Lily looked from one vampire to the other. "Amy wrote to me a long time ago the exact same words."

The girl gulped nervously, remembering what happened next. She felt a little squeeze on her shoulder, reminding her that she should continue explaining.

"Amy...she," Lily's voice shaky, making Kamilah's eyes filled with concern and fear. "She almost died back then."

***

Amy was alone in the basement for hours.

Again.

Or... maybe she was alone there for the whole time...

"I see you're still alive," she didn't even notice when Vega walked inside.

He made his steps toward her, and without any warning, ripped the needles out of her skin. Amy trembled from pain, gritting her teeth together. Blood started flowing slowly from her wounds, her body too weak to heal it quickly. The fact of it didn't bother Vega at all. He got himself to work, taking off the blood bags that were hanging around her.

"Why are you doing this?" Amy's voice was husky because of her dry throat. "Why would you unleash ferals all over New York?"

Adam stopped for a moment gathering the bags. Her accusation was so on point, and he didn't even share a thing about this idea with her.

"You might be smarter than I assumed," he seemed to be impressed by her. "Tell me, what betrayed me?"

Amy looked at him with disgust, he was so proud of himself. If she knew all of that earlier, she would have thought of another way to deal with him. She would not have let him lock her there to slaughter.

"Why else would you need so much of my blood?" she watched his movements closely, trying to see an opportunity to escape for herself. "You want to have the cure for yourself when you let out those ferals," his expression changed, and that made Amy come up with another conclusion, a more shocking one. "Unless... you don't need it only for yourself."

Vega packed the blood into one big bag, looking at her with intense eyes. Full of passion for his crime.

"Can you imagine the panic between people in this city?" his eyes burning with red. "How desperate would be all the vampires to get the cure? How afraid of being bitten and turned into a brainless creature?"

He walked closer to her, placing both hands near Amy's in a spot where she was tied up. His eyes were shining with madness.

"And that's when the great Vega would appear," the girl's words full of disgust. "Offering them the antidote."

"Everyone is going to beg me for this," he interrupted her, his fangs growing. "Their life is in my hands."

"You're sick," Amy spit on him, forming fists out of her hands, being angry at herself that she couldn't do more.

Adam closed his eyes for a moment, composing himself. Then, he stepped back slowly, wiping the spit off from his face with the cloth.

"Maybe I am," he looked at her with his usual dark eyes. "But, unlike you," a sly smile in the corner of his mouth. "I'm going to live."

***

"What do we remember from this night?" Kamilah felt motivation, concern, and anger fighting inside her at the same time.

Lily explained to them in a hurry about what happened last time Amy acted like that. She was just a teenager back then, wanting to help their parents. Sacrifice herself.

"We were at the gala," Adrian said, trying to boost their memory. "We were sitting by the table, talking, having fun, and then..."

"Vega's speech," Lily got all dreamy about the speech senator gave them that night.

She didn't know how much mentioning it would help to solve the case.

"And after the speech," Kamilah's imagination brought the memory of Amy dancing with Vega, and the look she gave her after Kamilah saved her from this dance. "This bastard... he..."

"Do you think that Vega has something to do with it?" Adrian watched his best friend's face, trying to read something out of it.

"I know this, Adrian," Kamilah's voice showed how sure she was of it.

There was no other explanation, and the only thing she wished at that moment was for her to realize it much sooner. Before it caused Amy's decision, about disappearing.

"So," Lily stared at them like a kid that was in the middle of her parent's important talk. "What are we gonna do with it?"

Kamilah and Adrian looked at each other. Meaningfully. Finally, the Vampire Queen spoke out loudly.

"Isn't it obvious?

We will get our girl back."

Next chapter: 25 (finale)

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god-save-the-keen · 5 years ago

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Charity Gala

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)

Warning: Fluff

Words: 1471

Prompt: Someone leave #14 of the list in my inbox and I don't know is Tumblr is broken, they deleted the question or their account but the question/request disappear. Anywhere, here it's the result!

Note: My PC is still broke so sorry I can cut the text! 🙏

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"I have never seen the point of these galas." Adrian commented as the limo continued steadily on their way.

"Oh trust me, I'm just as excited to be here as much as you are." Amy responded, an uncharacteristic ironic tone to her voice. Adrian lifted his brow at her and she sighed. "I'm sorry." She said after a small pause.

"It's still early, if you would like, you can stay." Adrian pointed out, in a calm manner, he didn't want her to feel pressured to accompany him, after all it was weird that Amy was this irritated.

"I don't know…" She bit her bottom lip. "It's just… I'm so nervous"

"Everything is going to be okay, love."

"It won't." Amy turned her gaze towards Adrian again, her eyebrow furrowed with concern and her eyes sad. "The people at these kind of events always look at me like I'm the secretary of the moment that you are just fooling around with." She redirected her eyes to the limo's window, resting her chin on her palm. "I hate that look."

"But you know that none of it is true" He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.

"I know." She said sadly. "I just want to enjoy a night out with you without being judged."

He got closer to her, taking her waist as she looked at him. "I promise you that that is exactly what is going to happen. And if you aren't enjoying yourself, I leave the donation and we return home."

She placed her hand on his cheek, a sweet smile on her lips as she observed him. "I love when you call it 'home'." They had been living together for a few weeks in an apartment overlooking Central Park and, since the first night they had shared together in it, Adrian started to call it home instead of 'the penthouse' like he used to, melting Amy's heart with happiness. He pressed his forehead against hers, smiling as her soft perfume filled his lungs and his hand tightened his hold. Before either of them could say anything else, the limo stopped in front of a luxury hotel. Outside were some photographers taking pictures of the couples on the red carpet as they arrived and Amy looked at them uncertainty.

Adrian gently kissed her, without rushing, opened the door getting out of the limo and offering her his hand to help her out. She took it, smiling and lacing their fingers together while she stood up next to him as her soft silver dress sparkled under the flashing cameras. It was a huge charity gala for Australian Firemen and their work, celebrities were everywhere, Avery Wilshire and his girlfriend Candece Dorian, Cassandra Leigh, Victoria Fontaine, Chris Winters among the business men and woman, politicians, designers and rich people in general, Matt and Jessica Rodriguez were the hostess for the night and Cordonia's royalty had donate a beautiful diamond necklace to be auctioned.

They posed for a moment, Adrian's arm around her waist and her hand on his shoulder as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing her ear for a moment, smiling, while he whispered to her "You look gorgeous." She turned her head and smiled at him, forgetting the camaras, the people, everything around them except him.

Hand in hand, they went inside. Adrian took two champagne glasses from a passing waitress and handed one to Amy. Her eyes widened at the luxury around her, even after all the time she had been with Adrian, as his employee and his girlfriend, sometimes it was still hard for her to get used to this kind of life, surrender of money, opulence and glamorous but fake people. They drank, Adrian's hand on her waist, as they milled around the salon, quietly chatting, laughing, observing photos of animals and the fires in Australia as people started to approach to talk with him about business.

A skeletal arm took Amy's as Adrian continued his conversation and she found herself being dragged towards the bar by Amanda Lexington, the size zero wife of an important CEO of NY, although Amy wasn't sure which one.

"Amy! It's always a pleasure to see you at these kind of events!" Her tone pretended to be affectionate as her little black eyes only convey coldness.

"Hi Amanda" Amy answered trying to sound calm and confident.

"You know, the other day we were talking about you with John" She said grabbing a glass of expensive wine and setting her gaze on her.

"Oh?" She sipped her champagne.

"It's great that you two are still together!" Her lips curled in a cynical smile.

"And why wouldn't we still be together?" Her hand squeezing the glass a little bit, she wasn't sure if she was annoyed, angry or sad with this conversation but she definitely wasn't happy.

"Oh! For no reason my dear, just you know how the CEO's are! Always want to play with the latest toy." Amanda drank her wine as her eyes assess Amy's reaction. "Especially with the secretaries."

"I--" Her voice was trembling, every fiber of her body hating her words, even if she knew that Adrian wasn't like that, that he loved her, Amanda Lexington always knew how to push her buttons.

"But I'm not saying it's going to happen with you, my dear!" She patted Amy's arm condescendingly. "It's just that Adrian is so handsome and wealthy. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy that just settles down with someone… well, like you." The glass she was holding shattered in her hand as champagne, glass and a few drops of blood fell on the floor.

"Amy" Adrian was beside her, he took her hand in his but the wound had already healed. Amy continued observing Amanda, her eyes angry as she took another sip of wine. "Is everything okay, love?"

"Yes." She responded stoically, still watching Amanda like she wanted to drain her whole blood supply from her tiny body. Adrian took her waist, smiling politely even when the warmth of his sweet blue eyes had completely disappeared.

"Amanda, even though your company is always…" He made a little pause and narrowed his eyes, his tone full of sarcasm in the next few words. "... A pleasure, I must say I didn't expect to see you here today." He grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Amy, kissing her cheek. "Here, love." He took a swig, his presence intense, powerful, intimidating almost dominant.

"And why it's that?"

"Well, because John is in jail for a white collar crime and lost all his financial liquidity."Adrian said and Amy turned towards him, surprised, as some other guests stopped to discreetly hear the conversation.

"You must be mistaken, Adrian!" She said loudly enough for the people around them to hear her while her face was pale and her eyes grew wider with horror. "John is in London, on a business trip."

"My apologies, I must have received the call from Nassau County Jail from another John Lexington." A satisfied smirk on his face as some people in the crowd started to whisper. "Ready to head out?" He asked Amy as if the last five minutes had never happened.

"Let's go." He entwined their fingers together. "By the way Amanda… Raines Corp is looking for mail personal, give me a call, okay? You need it, I know It's not a secretary job, but you don't like those anyway."

Once outside, while they were waiting for their car, Amy crashed her mouth against Adrian, deeply kissing him as he responded with equal enthusiasm. After they separated a bit, she softly placed her hands on the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Was this suit expensive? Like, irreplaceable expensive?" He held her waist pulling her closer.

"No" He grinned.

"Good… does it have any emotional value?"

"Also no" His mouth started to kiss the hollow under her jaw.

"Great, because once we get home I'm going to rip it from your body." He chuckled before kissing her again. "The way you shut her up was amazing!"

"I heard what she was saying to you, and I know you can defend yourself, but no one is going to be disrespectful to you like that if I can avoid it." His eyes, warm blue again as always, fixed on hers.

"So… It was true that her husband called you?" She asked, getting in the limo.

"Not even close" He answered as she laughed putting her legs on his lap. "His lawyer is a colleague of mine and he may have commented about it. Are you okay?" His voice concerned and his hand softly caressing her legs.

"As long as I have you in my corner, I'm fine." She hugged his neck. "I love you, Adrian."

"I love you too, Amy"

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 5 years ago

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Evak Fics - Reconciliation

Read the tags as a few might be open ending. And in some of these they were still together in the beginning. Man, this list is angsty! I’m already planning on rereading them.

This will be under a read more.

Light by bri_ness (885 words) - Open ending. Even lays a beach towel down on the small patch of grass beside his apartment building’s parking lot, right beside the dumpster. He knows romance can thrive in spite of its setting. He looks at the stars, and he remembers.

pull him back by hippopotamus (2k words) - “That’s my hoodie,” Isak says. “You left it at mine,” Even replies, as if Isak wasn’t fully aware of that. “And you didn’t ask for it back.”

Resolution by bri_ness (2k words) - Isak's residency has him questioning his decision to be a doctor. When he's home for the holidays, he runs into Even, who gives him a new perspective.

No One Knows Me Like You Do by obscurial (2.6k words) - He’s also shockingly sober, which only serves to remind him that fuck, he doesn’t even have an excuse for randomly messaging his ex-boyfriend of two years, out of the blue, at a socially unacceptable time to text your ex, if there even was one in the first place.

Still Unformed by colazitron (3k words) - Even and Isak broke up a few years ago when Even moved to Germany to attend film school. Now he's moved back to Oslo.

there's no one else I'd rather do this with by daddyhonkkk (3k words) - Even still has the extra Gabrielle ticket Isak got him for his birthday, but that was before they broke up.

Like Breathing by BraveKate (3k words) - Even invites Isak to the premiere of his first movie. Part of a series but could be read as a standalone.

left-handed by thekardemomme (3.5k words) - even always asks questions he doesn’t want to know the answers to.

If Only by Stria (Asia117) (3.6k words) - Chatting with a random stranger that turns out to be your ex trope.

o night divine by thekardemomme (4k words) - This is the first Christmas in nearly five years that he’s spending without Isak, and while he still decorated his apartment and bought eggnog and spent an excruciating amount of time wrapping all of his gifts perfectly, the hole in his heart hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Homesick by everything_else (4k words) - 5 times they take care of each other after the break up. +1

Waking up to Nothing by dropdeadfox (4.6k words) - It’s been six months since Even has seen that grumpy- but- adorable pout on the most perfect pair of lips imaginable to men (and women). It’s been six months since he has heard that voice, it’s been six months since he has seen the most perfect, emerald- green eyes, gazing back at him.

42 Seconds by thekardemomme (5k words) - Sunday is Isak’s ideal day. The day he looks forward to. This Sunday, Isak wakes up at 1pm, and the room is dark. The bed is empty and there’s no smell of breakfast. Even hasn’t slept next to him all week. The only thing that’s the same as every other Sunday for the past 23 months is the fact that Isak doesn’t want to get out of bed.

Inbox: (1) New Email by scritch (6k words) - A story about falling back in love, one tweet, instagram post and email at a time

the one where even says the wrong name by pansexuaIeven (6.5k words) - Even's getting married to Sonja, not Isak. The real question is: does he know that? Inspired by Friends.

Shatter Me by givemesumaurgravy (6.6k words) - Even’s crying, he has been since the words ‘I slept with someone else’ left his mouth. To be honest, he’s been crying for hours since he got home from Mikael’s. Isak just sits there stoically and he says, “I’m not going to yell or any of that. I’m just going to make this really fucking awkward and uncomfortable for you.” “I want you to tell me everything that happened,”

That look you give that guy by Lokkanel (7.4k words) - Isak and Even love each other in secret. It is almost thrilling at first, but when hiding and lying to their friends begin to take a toll on Even, Isak decides to end it all. He thinks he has taken the right decision, until Even eventually moves on with someone else.

Calleth You, Cometh I by Kollakolan (8.4k words) - “Isak!” Mikaels pipes up. “Didn´t you two have a thing?” he turns to Even. A thing, Even thinks to himself. Yes, Isak and him definitely had a thing. They actually had a low-key thing going for years, but it never really turned into something more. The timing was never right.

We Keep This Love in a Photograph by kapplebougher (8.7k words) - It's been four weeks since Isak and Even made the decision to call it off. Now, Isak's back in their apartment of seven years and he's supposed to be moving out, but then he stumbles upon some memories that makes doing that a little difficult.

Our Steady True North by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (9k words) - Five times Isak and Even were amicable; plus one time they just weren't. Plus an epilogue

In Vino Veritas by Sabeley (9.9k words) - After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger.

What becomes of the broken hearted by Kikki1 (12k words) - Set many years after Skam ended. Isak is living the life he always dreamed of. He has a good job, amazing friends and a superhot boyfriend. But his heart is forever broken.

we still fuck by evak1isak (13k words) - Isak and Even had broken up. Period. But they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Heal My Heart for Christmas by iwritetropesnottragedies (recklesslee) (13.5k words) - It’s been ten years since Isak left his small town for the big city of Oslo with his father. He hardly even thought of his time there anymore. Until he received a letter from his mother asking him to come home for Christmas for the first time since he had left.

in these deep solitudes and awful cells by hippopotamus (14k words) - it ends badly. so badly that they both wish they could forget about it. they meet again a few weeks later, and it’s hard to remember why it had to end.

If I Should Fall Behind by MinilocIsland (14k words) - The plan for tonight had been crystal clear. Stay close to his best friend, and steal her away if needed. Hold her hand through the ordeal of meeting Noora again for the first time in years. Then Even shows up – and suddenly, nothing goes the way it was supposed to.

The Good Side by lavenderlady by (15k words) - Isak got the good side of the break up.

And after that and after that by Teatrolley (18k words) - They’re friends, and roommates, and exes. Then Even becomes single again

you told me we were forever by Skamtrash (19k words) - they don’t exactly get back together. Isak finds out he's having a baby soon after Even breaks up with him so he makes the decision not to tell him. Except Even finds out on his own 3 years later.

I'll be right beside you by hannakin (20k words) - ”It’s ironic isn’t it? I broke your heart and now mine is not working,” Isak continued. “Isak…” Even fought against the lump in his throat and the tears that burned behind his eyes. see the sequel below

Don't Dream It's Over by hannakin (11k words) - WIP last update march 2019. A new chance at life for Isak and a new shot at love for them that Even is not going to waste. Not this time around.

Let Me In by milk_o_vich (20k words) - Even’s eyes were wide and a little unfocused, flitting over Isak nervously. He was quiet for a long time, rain hitting the pavement outside, and Isak became kind of aware that Even must be freezing in his thin, damp t-shirt. Even pressed his lips together, then said, voice hoarse and quiet, “Can I stay here tonight?”

Just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough by Amfelia (21k words) - Even discovers life is not always shiny and bright, sometimes it is just really hard.

shred by Jules1398 (22k words) - There were two versions of Isak Valtersen. The first Isak was the one that his friends knew. The second Isak, the real Isak, was much more complicated. He was trans, gay, and then there was his five year-old son, Adrian. Keeping the two Isaks separate wasn't that difficult. At least, not until he saw Even again.

and you fight until the finish line carries you home by strangetowns (23k words) - “Did you love him?” Isak looked down at the glass in his hand, the wine he’d barely had any of. He shrugged, carefully noncommittal, and glanced at Even out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow at his expression. “What, are you jealous?” “Hearing it makes me glad, actually.” “Why?” A beat of silence. Then - “You deserve all the chances at happiness you can get, Isak.”

We're Not Broken Just Bent by TotallyTinkerbell (26k words) - They had made a decision that didn’t fall easy on either of them. A decision that still kept Isak awake at night in his bed that was too big and in his kitchen that was too empty in the mornings. On the couch in front of his tv-cabinet which was void of Even’s film collection, and in his hallway which no longer had a dozen pairs of shoes in it.

Self Control by nofeartina (28k words) - “I never meant to hurt you, Isak.” Without any pause Isak replies, “Well, you did.” He looks him in the eyes, and continues. “You fucked me up, Even.”

Reflections by Laika_the_husband (30k words) - He started walking, listening to Even’s footsteps behind him. Fucking Even. Isak knew he didn’t do this on purpose, that it was just an episode, but he had just grown so tired of them. Every time Even relapsed Isak remembered how only a few years ago he had sworn to take care of him forever. How certain he had been, back then, that minute by minute would turn into day by day and week by week and year by year and then into forever.

Different, but same by Crazyheart (31k words) - Isak and Even had broken up almost a year ago, and Even was devastated. At Easter he tried to get over it and went on a ski holiday with Yousef and Elias. At the cabin he met a guy that looked like Isak, except his dark, buzz cut hair, well trained body and rough, charismatic personality. The fact that he called himself Markus Simensen was even more confusing

Scene Three, Take Two by folerdetdufoler (31k words) - Isak is 23, a student in the veterinary program at NMBU, and working an internship at a clinic in Kongsvinger. He hasn't seen Even in three years, but randomly bumps into him on the street when he's visiting his mom in Oslo.

No day without it by skambition (32k words) - And his lips. Those goddamn lips. They brought back memories that Even had tried to forget about for like 10 years now, memories of laughing, smiling, kissing.

and the whole world is empty by dreamer_of_dreams (45k words) - The conversations were always stilted and quiet and benignly untrue. The phone calls eventually petered out. So, Even did what he thought was right for Isak. On an ordinary Thursday, eating dinner next to each other on the couch, Even looked up from his bowl of noodles, glanced at the clock ticking 9.21 pm and said, “I think we should break up.”

Every Minute Gets Easier by CrochetingWords (50k words) - His life had turned out beyond his wildest dreams. It was amazing, and when it got bad from time to time, that was still fine, it was still worth it, because the bad times were just a glimpse in their epic story and the good times were just so good, so pure, so abundant, that he knew they would make it through every struggle. Together. Which is why Isak never imagined his current situation: Filing an application for separation.

Carry on by hannakin (52k words) - For a moment Even just looked at him. Beautiful, amazing Even who was the best thing that had ever happened to Isak. There were tears in his eyes too. When he shook his head sadly, one tear made its way down his cheek. “I think I want to break up” He finally whispered.

God Only Knows (What I'd Do Without You) by sundaymournin (52k words) - the break up that would never really happen, but imagine if it did. If Even moved to Trondheim for Uni and returned a little over two years later. Imagine what Isak would do, who he would be, and what could've happened but definitely never would've.

Love is a battlefield by Minutebyminute (56k words) - Love conquers all. Love defeats all. Sometimes love pulls you apart. Sometimes for a period in time, sometimes forever. And sometimes love is a battlefield.

I Feel It When You Don't Look At Me by photographer_of_thoughts (66k words) - A sequel. “I never wanted to leave without you, Even.” Isak whispered. “I know. But you did. And I let you go.”

The Boy Who Couldn't Hold His Breath Underwater by patrick_ (camille0078) (102k words) - Now, Even is ready to own up to his mistakes and asks Isak if he wants to get back together again. Isak has no doubt about getting back together, but everyone else believes that he's just asking for more trouble.

All Stories Are Echoes by sebastianL (felix_atticus) (123k words) - A love story. Because that's the kind of story it has to be. This is an Even who's grown up, who's had hard years since the last time we saw him, and who's trying to get his life back together on his own. This is about potential--realized or not--memory, bravery, movies, accidents, and the nature of stories. (I love this fic so much!)

WIP - I'm not sure if they all are getting back together

Dysecdysis (a tender history in skin) by unsungyellowraincoat (9k words) - last update Feb 2019. Isak and Even are ex-boyfriends, but S3 never happened, so this is completely au. Terje Valtersen is recovering from a hemorrhagic stroke and that plays a big role in this story.

We, who quietly bleed by howmanyisaksandevens (31k words) - last update May 2018. They break up, they get back together, they live happily ever after or so I choose to believe.

The One That Got Away by cami_soul (37k words) - last update Sept 2019. In this AU Even never reached out to Isak on December 9. Isak never left the Christmas concert to go find Even. Even rejected all of Isak’s attempts to reach out to him. Isak came to accept Sonja’s statement that Even never really loved him. It is ten years later and Isak has just moved back to Oslo to work at the University of Oslo’s, Department of Medical Genetics.

I swear that I will wake up next to you by dantetrieswriting (7k words) - last update July 2018. They were on-and-off for three years. Now two years have passed and Isak is 20 and in need of something exciting. An ad ropes him into booking a seat for a month long bus trip to Greece. It's new. It's interesting. It's cheap. Could it get any better? Yes it could. The ad didn't include the slight 6 foot blonde inconvenience going by the name of Even Bech Næsheim. And the fact that the inconvenience would be no more than five centimeters away from him at all times. Thirty days and 6 feet of sex on legs.

There's nowhere i'd rather be by JustALittleBitOfYou (4k words) - last update March 2019. It's been a year since Even Bech Næsheim and Isak Valtersen broke-up. Well, technically, it's been a year since Isak sent Even away without a real reason. As they both try to rebuild their life, the Bech Næsheim siblings decide to host a one-week party in Mia's and Even's new couple's honor. Isak attends the party, without knowing the identity of the hosts.

isak in the bathroom by sundaymournin (14k words) - 4/5 chapters posted. break-up fic where isak hides in the bathroom quite a bit, even is dating mikael, and everything is a bit off-center.

The Good Side by sundaymournin (12k words) - last update July 2018. The only thing Isak had in life was Even and the promise they’d made to each other when they were ten and twelve. Isak and Even used to date, broke up, but are still roommates.

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #post-break up #getting back together #reconciliation #for anon #thanks for the request #i hope the list is satisfying #it sure broke my heart multiple times as i just had to read parts of the fics

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emma-nation · 6 years ago

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Without You - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 11) *For You Sequel*

Summary: Gaius is back. While coming up with a plan to take him down, the gang must deal with some new life-changing events.

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

Tag List: @begging-for-kamilah, @lulu-the-cat, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @zoe6111, @kennaxval (If you want to be tagged in future chapters/fics of this pairing let me know!)

Notes:

- English is my second language, please forgive me for any mistakes.

- Hope you enjoy it, your reviews and likes are always appreciated. And I hope you still enjoy it now Bloodbound is truly returning, it’s near the end and I promise it’ll be worthy.

- My apologies for the delay. My wrist is pretty bad again :(

- Smut Alert!

Kamilah

Driving alone on the rainy road, a lot of thoughts were running through Kamilah’s mind. Trust. Betrayal. Hope.

She needed to trust her allies. The people she was working with to take Gaius down for good. She trusted Lysimachus with her eyes closed. Her brother used to be her advisor back in Egypt, so he knew very well the best strategies they could be using to strike. She also trust his knowledge about magic. Yet, she didn’t trust Priya at all. During almost a century she hasn't given The Council a single proof she was trustworthy. Her brother assigned her for the most important part of the plan. One that she could not fail, or do anything wrong on purpose... the sacrifice.

And there was Amy. Although her fiancée wanted to assure her everything was going to be alright, she knew how badly that could possibly end. She knew that kiss back in Vega’s mansion, before she entered Priya’s car, could’ve been their last.

Being 2064 years old and stronger than all of them, she could simply find an alternative. Stopping them and going on a suicidal mission to kill Gaius on her own again. Betraying all of them sounded like a tempting idea, when she felt so betrayed herself. Not even for a second, any of them considered her feelings. How Amy’s sacrifice would crush her heart and destroy the last bit of humanity she still had.

She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment to reflect.

Hope was her best and only choice. She looked for the last time at the picture on her cellphone screen, trying to be inspired by Amy’s usual confidence and optimism to believe everything would go as planned.

She parked her car at the Midnight Lounge and announced through the ear plug.

“I’m ready.”

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Amy

On the passenger seat of Priya’s car, Amy couldn’t help feeling tense. After all, she would die and supposedly return to life, hours later. She looked down at her watch. Under it, there was a black thread tied around her wrist. She shouldn't let any of the parts involved in the plan to know about it, especially the Fashion Designer.

That black thread was part of a spell. A spell that tied her life to Lysimachus’ witch friend, allowing her soul to later return to her healed body.

“We’ll use dark forces,” she advised, “someday we’ll have to deal with consequences.”

Kamilah quickly stated she didn’t care about the consequences. And Amy agreed, what consequences could be worse than Gaius anyways? That was her only chance of remaining alive and see her biggest dream coming true, their wedding.

Before leaving, Amy wanted to make sure everything was ready, just in case she didn’t return. She opened her laptop, watching the messages she recorded for her parents, Lily, Adrian and… Kamilah. There was something else she prepared for the female Vampire, in case she couldn’t be around anymore. Adrian helped her to record an audio file with the sound of her heartbeats. Kamilah always said it was her favorite sound in the world, the only thing capable of calming her when she was too stressed or anxious.

“I hope she'll never have to listen to it...” she watched the rain falling outside, through the window. That’d be a hard blow on Kamilah. She couldn't even imagine how she’d be able to cope if she really died.

“Girl,” Priya broke the silence, “you’re acting like you were going to attend your own funeral. Let’s cheer up the mood,” she turned on the radio and smiled.

“Do you believe we will all survive this?” Amy asked.

“I hope so, I’m too gorgeous to die. Besides, I’m also looking forward to this wedding of yours. Imagine the pictures in the magazines, the comments about the dresses I designed. I can even see what’s comes next, a brand-new line: Lacroix’s Weddings.”

"You're gonna rock!" Amy let out a small laugh. "And who will you be attending the wedding with? A celebrity or... someone I know?”

“By myself. I don’t wanna the photographers to focus on some random date instead of my precious dresses.”

“Okay. Fair enough."

“It doesn’t mean there won’t be a wedding hook-up, of course. Any hot guests on your list?”

“A few, but there’s one in particular that I think you may be interested.”

“There’s nothing between me and Hunter."

“Who said I was talking about him?”

Amy giggled as Priya blushed a little, then frowned. Then she decided to follow what the witch suggested, earning her trust. Making sure that she’d remain loyal to their plan.

“He’s counting on you, you know?” She said. “He has trusted you the most important part, I mean, the one to make sure I die...”

“Hmmm only a small cut in your throat right? If I accidentally rip off your head...”

“You wouldn’t do it.”

“How can you be so sure? I mean, if I see Gaius ain’t dying with your half-death, I won’t think twice before preserving my own life.”

“First, Kamilah would kill you. Second, you don’t wanna let him down. I know it. You won't throw it away, the weeks living under his roof, the intense training, how he worked hard to save your life..."

“Girl, one thing you should know. My life will always come before pleasure.”

“It’s not only pleasure anymore.”

“And why do you think that?”

“You could’ve saved yourself last night. Instead, you saved me.”

Priya was silent for a moment before grinning.

“Well, someday Kamilah will eventually bore you, then... my door will be open for you.”

Amy laughed, knowing deep down she was right about Lysimachus, but Priya would never admit it.

As the Fashion Designer stopped the car, she announced through the ear plug.

“We’re in position.”

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Lysimachus

“Be honest with me, what are the chances?”

“I never performed such a risky ritual before, but… naturally? About fifty percent. My ancestors will grant the permission and determine if Amy should return to life or not.”

His friend’s words echoed inside his mind. That spell had to work, otherwise Kamilah would never forgive him.

“I promise you, sister,” he assured her. “We’ll bring her back home. Safe and sound.”

Amy was the descendant of Keaseth after all. She was a powerful witch, before Turning herself into a Vampire. With her blood running inside Amy's veins, it made her a descendant of the witches too. The chances of them granting her permission to live were high.

As for himself... he was still unsure about his future. He held the most risky part of the plan, going on a physical battle with Gaius to trap him inside a magical seal. Seeking advice from an old friend, another supernatural Hunter, he learned it could go wrong. He could get himself trapped with Gaius inside the seal, that would eventually consume them both.

But he always accepted this fate. He was willing to die to take Gaius down, for everything he had done to him, his sister and the rest of his victims. He hated that man for taking away his opportunity of living a normal life beside his sister. His opportunity to grow old and die. He Turned him into a beast, something Lysimachus didn’t accept until a few months before.

He parked his motorcycle besides Priya’s car.

“Where’s Kamilah?” He asked.

“She has gone already.”

Lysimachus ran a hand through his hair nervously, because he was willing to say goodbye to his sister. Wish her good luck.

Then he looked at Priya...

“Listen...” he sighed. “I’m not very good at this, but just in case I get killed in the process... you’re an amazing woman, Priya. I hope you’ll always remember that.”

“I know that, Hunter,” she scowled. “Enough with the sappy talk,” she pulled him for a heated and passionate kiss, her tongue moving against his teasingly. “Do yourself a favor and don’t get killed, okay? There’s more when we get home.”

“S-Sure.”

He started walking inside the bar, fearing what was waiting for him...

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Kamilah

“I can’t do this, Amy. I can’t accept losing you, not after everything we’ve been through. I care about you… I… I love you.”

“I love you too,” Amy planted a soft kiss on her neck, “and this is why I wanna do this. Gaius will never leave us alone and you know that. If this spell works… we still can keep our plans of spending the eternity together.”

Kamilah focused on Amy's words as she headed the basement Gaius was hiding in. The Mortals vs. Vampires show was crowded, which was good because no one would hear, no one would interrupt what they were about to do.

Right after saying those words, her fiancée kissed her feverishly and lead her to the bed, where they made love for hours.

Kamilah wanted to register that moment as much as possible. She didn't want to forget how her lips tasted like, or the softness of her skin. Kneeling in front of her, she pulled her closer to her body as much as she could, leading to the most intimate moment they ever had, like if their souls were intertwined, as well as their bodies. Finding a rhythm together, she took Amy to ecstasy repeatedly, over and over again, and allowed the girl to do her the same, until they both reached exhaustion and slept in each other's embrace.

When they woke up it was almost time to go, so she prepared her fiancée a special meal. Pancakes, in which she did her best to draw her favorite emoji.

"This is the one you send me the most," she said. "I remember when we started dating, it annoyed me how much usage you made of these."

"Then you got used to them."

"I still don't know the real meaning behind some of them, but Lily said she's making me a dictionary."

Amy's phone buzzed and her smile grew even wider when she read the text:

"Like you always sent me every morning too, before I was comfortable saying 'the words'."

The girl sighed, placing her forehead against hers.

"Hey, stop, okay? When we get home, I'm going to send you so many of these that you'll want to smash my phone... and I may teach you what some of them mean like..." she typed a reply on her phone. "This one."

Kamilah furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Does it mean you want me to take you out to eat tacos?"

"Uhhh you'll see."

Before she opened the door, that would lead to the basement, she texted Amy one last time:

"It doesn't matter what happens, I'll always love you."

Everything was dark and silent. She didn't hear signals of Harvey or Jameson.

"I'm here, brother," she whispered. "There's no one. I think they moved to another location after the last confront."

"Keep searching."

Kamilah agreed, inspecting every corner of the basement, every door... Nothing. She returned to the main hall, ready to rejoin the group in the parking lot, when a voice spoke from the darkness.

"Searching for me, My Queen?"

“Gaius...”

Discreetly, she reached for her daggers inside her pockets.

“How dare you, Kamilah? I’ve given you everything! A new life, a chance of being a Goddess, a chance of being My Queen. What else could you have possibly wanted?”

“Freedom,” she answered. “Respect. Love.”

“My Queen...” his cold hands touched her face, “why would you think that what we had wasn’t love? What is love for you? Falling for a mortal, that is only amused by your power, your wealth, and that will eventually wither? She's weak, fragile, temporary. Us... we’re the same.”

“I was never, and I will never, be like you!”

She spat on his face, what she had been wishing to do for centuries and then, she started to stab him. Multiple times. Thinking and re-thinking about every humiliation, every pain, every tear she made her cry... how he separated her from her brother for centuries, how he killed her Italian lover, the things he forced her to do, how he manipulated and controlled every inch of her... In seconds, she was covered with his blood. Though he winced in pain, he remained standing and still, unaffected. A smirk appeared on his mouth.

“Still my Kamilah... that very same Kamilah I found in Egypt. So passionate, so strong, so brave...”

In one last move, her hand sank directly into his chest, attempting to remove his heart.

“I’m sorry, My Queen. You will not have my heart this time.”

As Gaius jerked his hand, Kamilah’s body slammed against the wooden wall. Her wrists and ankles strapped by invisible locks. The Ancient Vampire walked in her direction again.

“Does it bring you any memories, My Queen?” She felt his breath on her neck. “Our happy times together. You used to like this, remember?”

His hands started caressing her body, making her feel deeply disgusted. Kamilah closed her eyes, wishing it'd end soon.

“Maybe if I help you to remember, you’ll be the good woman you used to be.”

When he was about to rip off her shirt, a dagger came flying through the air, slicing off his hand.

“Maybe I should refresh your memory, Gaius,” Lysimachus said, clenching his jaw.

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Lysimachus

He was contemplating the pouring rain outside through a window, carefully thinking about every step of his plan. There couldn't be any failure, any vulnerability. He needed to do whatever it took to preserve Amy, Kamilah and Priya's lives.

The coldness of a sharp metal blade against his throat pulled Lysimachus back to reality.

"Dead," Priya mocked. "Still getting distracted too easily, Hunter."

"Priya, I thought you were getting some rest before we..."

"I couldn't sleep. Thought maybe you wanted to train one last time before kicking that old ass, but there you are, looking broody, sitting on my dead ex’s armchair... it doesn't suit you."

"Sorry, I'm not as confident and cocky as usual. I just have a bad feeling about tonight."

After serving herself a drink, she joined him near the window, telling about the last time they confronted Gaius’ and how great she did, compared to the rest. Especially, Adrian, who was about to get killed when Kamilah gave him the final blow. His mind was far, far away, traveling through his witch friend’s words about the entire ritual.

It was risky spell, to be performed only by an experient witch, but he had to try. It was the only alternative he could think of at the moment.

“You know it cannot be effective and Gaius live,” she told, “while Amy really dies.”

“He just couldn’t believe such a young vampire like me..." Priya continued her story. "You’re not paying attention.”

“My apologies. I was recapping the ritual in my mind again, nothing can go wrong, you know? I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to any of you, especially Amy.”

“Were you always like this?” Priya asked. “This whole thing of wanting to save the entire world?”

“Most part of the time, yes. We could’ve escaped Egypt, instead I wanted to stay and fight for our people, for our country. Kamilah supported my decision and look where it lead us.”

“It’s stupid, in parts, but it’s what makes you different from most of men I’ve ever met. You don’t let go, you don’t back down... even when everything is falling apart around you, you manage to find a way to overcome the obstacle.”

“Is that a compliment coming from Priya Lacroix?” He teased.

“It’s the closest you’ll get from one.”

Through the ear plug he heard his sister’s conversation with Gaius, how she was attempting to keep him distracted while he sneaked into the basement to create the magical seal. He needed to act quick and silent, not letting him notice his presence.

Lysimachus’ mouth turned into a grin as he watched his sister, stabbing the Ancient Vampire repeatedly, getting a revenge for all he had put her through.

“Still my Kamilah... that very same Kamilah I found in Egypt. So passionate, so strong, so brave...”

Just as he finished the seal, Gaius had trapped Kamilah on the wooden wall by invisible strings. He approached her, his dirty hands traveling through all her body...

“Maybe if I help you to remember, you’ll be the good woman you used to be.”

“Show time,” Lysimachus thought.

His dagger flew through the air, slicing off Gaius' hand. The restraints that were keeping Kamilah attached to the wall disappeared instantly.

“Maybe I should refresh your memory, Gaius,” Lysimachus said, clenching his jaw.

“You,” Gaius turned around to face him. “You cannot imagine how many centuries I’ve waited for this moment, boy. You... always ruining all my plans, refusing to accept my bloodline... you’re a shame to our kind! I should’ve exterminated you shortly after your rebirth.”

With his remaining hand, he created an invisible string that began to strangle Lysimachus.

“You’re not...” he struggled to say, “man enough... for a combat, are you?”

“And you,” Gaius finally made physical contact, by grabbing him by the throat, “are powerless compared to me, aren’t you?”

“What about two against one, huh?!” From behind, Kamilah jumped on his neck in an attempt to cut his head off. He let Lysimachus go, using his powers to throw her across the empty room again.

“I can see what’ve spoiled you, My Queen. His presence. He has made up your mind... I’m afraid now it’s too late. You’ve been contaminated. I’ll have to exterminate you too... but first...” with his recovered hand, he attacked Lysimachus again, making him lie on the floor, unable to move. Gaius' eyes were flashing in rage. “I’ll make him watch, as I make you My Queen again and then... I’ll kill you both.”

“Not so fast,” Kamilah threw a lighter in front of him. The fire activated the seal Lysimachus had previously created, without Gaius awareness. When he tried to lunge in her direction, he was unable to leave the small circle.

“I still can kill you both!” By the invisible strings, he threw Kamilah right next to Lysimachus.

His power began to create a pressure inside his head, as if his skull was about to explode at any minute. He was doing the same to his sister. They gave one last look at her and she nodded, giving him permission to follow with their plan.

“Priya...” Lysimachus spoke through the ear plug. “It’s up to you now.”

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Amy

"I'll just put in inside my car and..."

In only a few minutes they'd be leaving. Amy took the moment to observe Kamilah. Though she was trying to show confidence, she was clearly nervous.

"You've already placed it inside your car," Amy told, referring to a refrigerated box that was carrying multiple blood bags. After the ritual, she'd need a transfusion to live again. Being such an old vampire, her fiancée had contacts in the hospital, who provided all the material she requested.

"I guess I did," Kamilah forced a smile.

Amy looked down to her left hand, her engagement ring. In the weekend, they were supposed to be getting married. Now, the chances her family would be attending her funeral were higher, and the happiest day in Kamilah's life would become another disgraceful memory for her collection.

"So, uhh tomorrow I'll need to check some details of the flower arrangements... for our wedding, I mean. And there's the SPA day I'm scheduling for us, because after this..."

Amy sighed heavily and involved her in the tightest of the hugs.

"Kamilah, you're not good at being optimistic."

"I know, but... I have to be. I preserved myself for any attachments for over a century and then you came, changing everything. I'm not losing you, am I?"

"I can't promise you that but... I'm not losing you too, right? After all, you'll be fighting Gaius."

"You won't. That bastard won't be the one to kill me, that I can promise you."

“Hey, lovebirds,” Priya shouted. “We’re getting late.”

Before entering the Fashion Designer’s car, Amy gazed into Kamilah’s brown eyes one last time, deeply, as the first time they met. Then, she kissed her in the most desperate and intense manner she could find, wishing that moment would never end.

“I lov...” Kamilah’s index finger silenced her.

“Save that for later and..." she rolled her eyes, "I’m being optimistic again. I'm learning from you, perhaps.”

Waiting inside the Midnight Lounge, Amy heard Lysimachus muffled voice through the other side of the ear plug. She could tell he was suffering and struggling in pain. The thought Kamilah should be enduring the same made her stomach hurt.

“Priya, it’s up to you now.”

“Let’s go, mortal,” Priya grabbed her by the arm, then looked at her and smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”

Amy felt her heart rate accelerating each step they took downstairs. Priya’s hand gripping tightly around her arm, making sure she wouldn’t try to escape. She thought about Lysimachus’ witch friend, who was probably so appreehensive as she was. Her words only a few nights before, telling her to leave the supernatural world behind and go away. Then she thought about her family, and how long she hadn’t been speaking to them, after they refused to accept her engagement with Kamilah. Last, she thought about her fiancée.

“Amy, this is Kamilah Sayeed. CEO of Ahmanet Financial. Kamilah is a brilliant and fascinating woman, but warmth is not her forte.”

Never in her life, she could’ve imagined someday that icy gazed woman could become her fiancée. How that threatening Vampire, that once told her she’d kill her if something happened to Adrian, would become the person she loved the most in the world. She always did everything to make her happy, she planned the most amazing proposal someone could ever receive and now...

“Stop, Amy,” she told herself. “You’ll be hearing your mother’s homophobic complaints again sooner than you expect, before you say ‘I do’ to Kamilah in the altar.”

And suddenly they were there. At that dark basement from where she had escaped only a day earlier. Kamilah and Lysimachus were lying on the floor, squirming in pain as Gaius slowly killed them from inside the magical seal. She looked at him again, how he was powerful, intimidating...

“That’s it, kid,” was the last thing she heard. “Hope I’ll see ya soon, otherwise... bye.”

Before she could even blink, Priya’s sharp dagger sliced her throat. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel any pain. She only started to feel weaker, and weaker, as her own blood soaked her clothes. Her vision went blurry and she could no longer breath... when her body hit the floor, she still had time to see one last thing before everything went dark... Kamilah’s brown eyes.

Additional Notes:

- In case I wasn’t clear about the position they were in the smut scene (I didn’t want to make it too explicit), this is what I meant. *Don’t click if you’re under 18 or at a public place lol.

Next: Not everything will go as planned with the ritual... Stay tuned!

#playchoices #choices stories you play #bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #bloodbound fanfiction #lysimachus #priya lacroix

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mlyfsrcofg · 3 years ago

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Illusion Evaluation

1. What was the project theme and what did you think of it?

This project, ‘Illusion’, was a brief that asked us to take images of two separate objects and combine them in a creative way using photoshop techniques. I enjoyed this project fairly and enjoyed learning new techniques throughout it.

2. What part of the project did you enjoy the most/found most interesting (making the photographs? Optimising images? printing?)

I found the post-production part of this project to be the most interesting as I have never composited images like this before so it was a fun way of learning how I would do that.

3. What new techniques have you experienced?

I have learned new techniques in photoshop, such as using the selection tools and working with layers to composite images.

4. What technique would you like to develop further?

I would like to develop my photoshop techniques when it comes to working with layers as I feel that there is so many things they can be used for when it comes to optimization and compositing.

5. Which photographers did you research throughout this project?

The photographers I researched were Randy Lewis, Erik Johansson, Erik Almas, Riccardo Bagnoli and Adrian Sommeling.

6. How have they influenced your photographs?

Looking at their works inspired me to get creative and open my mind to many ideas in which I could use for this project. It also allowed me to see how many photographers use techniques of image compositing to create different looks.

7. Which technique did you enjoy the most?

I’d say I enjoyed the image compositing techniques on photoshop the most as it was rewarding to see the image come to life with each step.

8. What do you feel is the most successful part of your project and why?

I’d say my concept is probably the strongest part of my project as it looks like an object that could exist, often lipsticks are flavoured so I’d say my concept is a slight play upon an edible lipstick using a stranger flavour of sweetcorn.

9. Did you encounter any problems in your project?

Yes, I originally shot baby corn to composite into the lipstick, but I soon realised that it didn’t look very effective, so I then decided to shoot a corn on the cob which I had cut diagonally into to create the look of a lipstick.

10. How did you learn from them and how did they affect your final images?

This problem didn’t affect my final image as it was quickly resolved and reshot.

11. What would you do differently given the chance to complete the project again?

If given the chance to do anything differently, I would probably come up with a few different ideas rather than just one, to see if that would help create a stronger concept.

12. Discuss any technical issues with your final images? (Focus, sharpness, exposure, highlight/shadow detail, )

I feel as though my final image is quite strong in terms of exposure and focus, however there was a few imperfections on the lipstick that I fixed using the spot healing brush tool in photoshop, I feel that I could have maybe used another way of fixing this to create a better finish.

13. Going Deeper; If you were asked to do a project using this technique what would you do? What new ideas do you have ? This may be explained as a visual, a drawing, sketch, photograph.. you decide how you present this section

I think if I was to shoot again id try to create something slightly more humorous as my concept was quite a basic idea as I wanted to keep it quite simple for my first time exploring these techniques, now I am more familiar with these techniques, I would maybe try to create something that might be more challenging.

#illusion

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inun4ki · 1 year ago

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relationship tag dump

#死/// Another Life With You.#死/// Closest Thing to Family; Yami.#死/// A Sacrifice in Your Name; Geto.#死/// I Must Confess or Beg & Plead; Jezebel.#死/// Blood of the Covenant; Yanna.#死/// Photographic Healing; Adrian.#死/// Time is Better Spent Alone With You; Naoya.#/ and maybe someday i'll add more :>

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astarab1aze · 4 months ago

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Booty Check for i guess all of them? owo

"I...don't really...look, at anything but your face and hands, Ganhaku-san. Looking at you for too long already seems to make you nervous, I feel like- so I try not to do that." While true, there had been occasions in which his gaze had lingered where it ought not; He was only a man after all, it was inevitable, but even so-- Oh, he didn't know what he was supposed to say here. "I-I like what I see, of you."

"Can't I just say she's beautiful and not have to go into specifics? Judgin' women is wrong, I think, and beauty's hard to quantify in the first place. Mmm, I'll just say this: I think Masoko-chan is very attractive, from head to toe. Will that suffice?"

"I've only ever seen him sitting on his ass, and I can't judge something I've never seen. Not that he'd like it anyhow- He's so grouchy. Adorable of him, truly, but it does make him difficult to do much of anything with." Part of that was her fault, largely actually, but even so- "Maybe next time."

#☿ || Asks.#✘ // Photographic Healing; Adrian.#elysian-noctuary #/ vita's like 'no'#/ ljjdfhs #/ sati drinks his respect women juice

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lsmithart · 3 years ago

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** CAMP Artist Talk: Phoebe Boswell 18/02/21

Phoebe Boswell, The Matter of Memory, 2014

Talk Notes

https://www.phoebeboswell.com/

A tutor told her - “You make work to fill a hole, the difficulty is trying to figure out what that hole is.”

Care as antidote, the future as hope.

We are memory and earth and freedom and hope.

We are speculative and nuanced.

Art making as ritual practice, liberal practice, a safety valve.

‘Acadia’ - a discontinued term - a man seized by this emotion who is disgusted. Coined by a monk

How we see each other / how we fail to see each other.

Multidisciplinary artist

Part of CAMP’s series relating to resilience and care.

Zanzibar - where her parents live - charcoal and paint drawings of fisherman - their fishing livelihoods are now heavily affected by tourism, over fishing and climate change. These fisherman were descendants of slaves.

“How will you practice freedom today?”

Rights, representation, labour, activism, precarity. Not intrinsic to life, something that can be taken away, perverted.

Work:

Cluster - Eye, Rapture/Rupture, A Broken Heart, New Moon. Looped video projections, Medical imaging, 2018.

Ythlaf, looped video, 2018.

Transit Terminal, charcoal and carbon on constructed box plinths, 2014.

The Eye series, pencil on paper, 2018.

Performative | Black | Square, instagram posts, June 2 2020.

There is Peace There, charcoal and pastel on paper (diptych with cutouts), 2018.

For There Is Softness There, charcoal and pastel on paper, 2018.

And I Can Cry There, 2018.

And We Can Laugh…, 2018.

Untitled (from Take Me to the Lighthouse), 2018.

Matatizo, 2015.

The Matter of Memory, installation, 2014 - recreated her grandmother’s living room and filled it with narratives that explore familial love and the trauma entrenched in history. Born in Kenya. Born as a result of an urge to go home but didn’t know what home was. Neither Kenya or England. Did have her parent’s memories of home. Recorded both parents talking about their childhood. Unliniearity of human existence. Made small drawings, tiny animations and sculptures in response to these recounting. Each chair has each of the parents speaking with her speaking over the top repeating their words, taking ownership of the stories.

We care for the stories that we tell.

Importance and profoundness of stories that define our existence.

Medium, how we tell stories and how things can be reinterpreted. Intimacy and scale. You can only see certain projections from certain places in the installation, e.g. from sitting in the chair with her father’s voice.

Always a wound and a projection of animated flies onto the wound.

Made drawings based on family photographs of new formations of family members that had never met. Rewriting and remaking memories, right things that were wrong. Using work as a process of healing.

Mutumia (working drawings), 2016. An ode to women who have used their bodies as a form of protest. Used real women as models for the drawings. Shame, sisterhoods, resilience. 30 minute looped animation - took 9 months to make. Pencil and paper animations. Inside the floor was a series of hidden sensors that triggered different sound tracks. This work featured in the Venice Biennale. People were encouraged to draw and write with charcoal in the installation. It became a chaotic work which changed completely as a result of the interaction by the audience.

‘Food for the spirits’ - What does it mean to stand in your own body as an author of yourself? Based from Adrian Piper’s self-portrait series when he isolated herself over a period of time and documented it.

Who are we and how do we give ourselves agency?

Had a significant trauma where she lost the sight in her eye and had a mini heart attack. Made work as a result collaborating with another artist, self-indulgent work which was healing in a wider context. Everyday she would photograph herself in the morning however she was feeling and that would be the drawing of the day. She drew these in a gallery space everyday over a period of 3 weeks. Drawn in soft willow charcoal - wanted it to be as fragile as she felt. Notions of trust interwoven. Cathartic experience where she had to see herself in all moods. Kept having memories back to a photograph of her when she was child so started drawing her as a child in order to engage in dialogue with her younger self. Made her realise what art can be and what it can do in relation to trauma.

Received the British School at Rome residency at the Slade School of Art (2019). Working in a space that was built on colonialism, she started examining what it means to make black work in white spaces. How to speak truthfully about black experience. Contemplated instead what whiteness was, how it functions, what it was afraid of and why it was afraid. Thought about how whiteness permeates archives and history. Got quite bored quickly of drawing the white, male body. Learnt of 3 black male deaths that had been reported in Italy, created work in response to how they were reported by in Italian press. The drawings change depending on how they are viewed/engaged with (i.e. light, colour). Three drawings: I See You / I.C.U [Rest in Power, Pateh Sabally], 2019; Wake Work I / Chiuere, You Are Loved / Wake Work II [Rest in Power, Emmanuel Chidi Namdi], 2019; Sing, Beloveds, Scream, Be Loud, Remembert, We Were Never Meant to Survive [Rest in Power, Idy Diene], 2019 - Took flower pots from the fountain where Idy was shot and smashed them in the gallery space.

What happens when you perform erasure? Abstraction through colour and tone; sometimes the work was not visible at all depending on the light and it was only a black square that appeared visible.

PLATFORM, moving image public work in situ at Lancy Bachet Railway Station, Geneva, 2020. I AM - every time someone disappears, their sentence appears and lingers beyond when they sentence disappears.

Thinking about the sacred bond between the artist and subject. The eco system of care, how often careless the art world can be, how we cope with the way in which art feeds into capitalism.

Question: What are we willing to lose?

Q&A:

She grew up naive about the systems and structures in place in terms of race and gender. She didn’t know how she would be perceived in England until she got here.

Belief systems - why do we believe things? The spirit world? What makes us believe this?

Navigating the middle space is sometimes difficult.

Reflection:

This was a truly inspiring and lovely artist talk. I resonated with Phoebe Boswell's work so much and found the way in which she presented her work and the talk itself incredibly poetic. Boswell's drawing talents are truly phenomenal and her ability to translate her practice through different mediums is brilliant. This was my first CAMP artist talk and I am so glad that I attended. The opportunity to ask questions at the end helped make the talk even more personalised. I was particularly interested in her installation work 'The Matter of Memory' (2014) as it resonated with me greatly in the context of my degree show practical project due to the similarities between mine and the Boswell's need to explore identity through the exploration and recounting of personal histories. There was an opportunity to enter a competition to win a tutorial and portfolio review with one of the CAMP visiting artists, Phoebe Boswell being one of them. Unfortunately my name wasn't drawn out of the hat, however I do feel that the talk itself was thorough enough for me to have learned enough about the installation itself and the level of detail that went into creating it. Boswell truly thought of everything, from tiny animations in teacups, to replicating her grandmother's living room. This was my favourite artist talk to date. (Smith, 2021)

References:

Boswell, P., (2014). The Matter of Memory. [Online]. Available at https://www.phoebeboswell.com/the-matter-of-memory. [Accessed on 05/03/2021].

Smith, L. (2021). Creating and Professional Development Folder: CAMP Artist Talk: Phoebe Boswell. p.132.

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sunshineangelman · 4 years ago

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This pertains to this post and picture and the post and picture that immediately follows this post and picture .

These Tribute pictures to ALL COVID 19 CORONA VIRUS CARE WORKERS were seen and photographed on Wednesday, March 10, 2021 at 11:26am in Brickell Miami Florida USA 33101.

According to the reputable and reliable NEW YORK TIMES as of twenty three 23 hours ago 548,000 people have died from the COVID -19 CORONA VIRUS . That's over HALF MILLION PEOPLE here in the USA.

This does not include all the people that have lost their jobs or businesses , and have and or are in the process of loosing their homes, apartments , townhomes, condo's.

COVID -19 CORONA VIRUS is a REMINDER for us ALL that " good health is a gift", " having a job to go to every day is a gift" , "having a place to stay day /night is a gift " and that these "gifts" can be taken away from us ASAP and or suddenly for one and many reasons .

Let us ALL offer prayers, meditations, reflections and contemplations for these can heal for they alter the Universal Energy Grid that we all can sense and feel and that we have access too .

Mark Edward Thompson aka Adrian R Lafont ❤️

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architectnews · 4 years ago

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National Gallery London Building, Trafalgar Square

National Gallery London, Sainsbury Wing, Architect, Image, Date, Extension, Design, Photo

National Gallery London : Architecture

Key Public Building in Trafalgar Square, England, UK

page updated 6 Mar 2021 + 23 Jun 2014

National Gallery Building London

The National Gallery has announced it is seeking a multi-disciplinary design team to work with it on a suite of capital projects to mark its bicentenary, with an initial phase to be opened in 2024.

To celebrate 200 years since its foundation in 1824, the National Gallery is planning a programme of inspirational exhibitions and outreach around the country and around the world, under the banner NG200. This will also include the completion of an initial phase of works to its Trafalgar Square buildings in order to improve the ‘welcome’ it provides to the millions of visitors it receives each year

An open, two-stage selection process, run by Malcolm Reading Consultants, is being undertaken to identify a team who can work with the Gallery and its advisers to develop an architectural vision and conceptual approach to a phased five-year programme of works.

The first stage is an open, international call for architect-led, multi-disciplinary design teams to register their interest and demonstrate their relevant skills and experience. A shortlist of up to five teams will then be asked to submit details of their approach to the design and delivery of the project and will be interviewed by a selection panel. No design work is required and some expenses will be paid to the shortlisted teams. An appointment is expected to be made in July 2021.

Commenting on the launch of the selection process, Director of the National Gallery, Dr Gabriele Finaldi said: ‘The capital projects are a hugely important part not just of our bicentenary celebrations but of our vision for the National Gallery of the future.

We are extremely fortunate to have a superb building and a modern classic in the Sainsbury Wing; one that has more than met its original brief, notably in the practically perfect picture galleries. The dual challenge of a huge increase in visitor numbers and the changing expectations and needs of those visitors over the last 30 years, means we do need to look again at the spaces we have, and in particular the ground floor entrances and amenities.

We recognise, of course, that we are all currently experiencing an unprecedented time of crisis, with an impact felt by every sector in every part of our country and across the globe. The Covid-19 pandemic has had a catastrophic effect on visitor numbers to all cultural and arts institutions, the National Gallery included, and it will take time for these to return to 2019 levels.

But there is hope on the horizon and art and culture have a vital role to play in the healing of our country. The National Gallery was the first major museum to open after lockdown restrictions were lifted in July 2020, demonstrating its commitment to be part of the nation’s recovery story. As the nation’s gallery, we want to play a full part in this in the future, and to do so, we need to start planning now.’

The overall brief for the project includes sensitive interventions to the Grade I listed Sainsbury Wing, including remodelling the front gates and ground floor entrance sequence; interior works to the lobby and first floor spaces and upgrading visitor amenities; in particular orientation and information; retail and security. As the main entrance to the National Gallery, the Sainsbury Wing requires inspiring spaces that meet the expectations of 21st-century visitors, befitting a world-class institution housing an outstanding collection of art.

The creation of a new Research Centre, likely to be housed in the west wing of the Wilkins Building adjacent to the Sainsbury Wing, will form part of a phase of work. It will support the Galley’s vision of becoming a world leader in research into historic painting and communicate its work as a global thought leader by creating a powerful resource for studies into art history, digital humanities, conservation, and heritage science. It will be a resource for everyone interested in studying art, from students to international academics.

The design brief also allows scope for the reimagining of the relationship between the Gallery and the public realm immediately, from the loggia of the Sainsbury Wing, across Jubilee Walk and along the northern edge of Trafalgar Square to the front of the Wilkins Building. Although limited, the refocusing and strengthening of these spaces would provide greater visibility and presence for the Gallery on Trafalgar Square, while creating a more attractive and enjoyable setting for visitors and the public.

Underpinning the brief is the desire to create healthy, sustainable, and accessible spaces and an environment that is open and inclusive where visitors can relax and reflect as they plan their visit to one of the world’s finest art collections. Following a year of unprecedented challenges due to Covid-19, the National Gallery wants to build on its strength, inventiveness and relevance to play a vital role in the nation’s recovery story. Culture Secretary Oliver Dowden said:

‘The National Gallery has been inspiring visitors for almost 200 years, and this innovative project will welcome a new generation of art lovers to its halls. Culture is going to play a central role in the nation’s recovery, with global icons like the National Gallery helping us build back better from the pandemic.’

Paul Gray, the Chief Operating Officer at the National Gallery is leading the selection process. He added: ‘We are looking for a team that can demonstrate exceptional design talent and creative flair. Sensitivity to the heritage of the existing building and its context will be crucial as will the ability to design and deliver complex projects working in collaboration with the client and wider team.

Most importantly, we want to identify people and organisations that excite and inspire us and can open our eyes to the potential of the spaces within the Sainsbury Wing and the public.”

Malcolm Reading, Search Director, and Chairman, Malcolm Reading Consultants, said:

‘The process chosen by the National Gallery is not a conventional design competition seeking design concepts but instead creates the opportunity for much more interaction ‒ something the Gallery values and we know architects appreciate. We welcome both national and international teams. They will need to be exceptional and the international teams will require a UK partner for stage two.’

The deadline for first stage responses is: 2pm GMT Thursday 18 March 2021. Details of how to enter are available at: competitions.malcolmreading.com/nationalgallery

This selection process is being run under the Competitive Procedure with Negotiation in accordance with UK procurement regulations.

Dates built: 1832–38 (façade) Architect: William Wilkins

Dates built: 1872-76 (Barry Rooms) Architect: E. M. Barry

Address: Trafalgar Square, London WC2N 5DN, UK

Phone: 020 7747 2885

Opening hours: 10:00 am – 6:00 pm, check with operator

This is an art museum on Trafalgar Square in central London. Founded in 1824, it houses a collection of over 2,300 paintings dating from the mid-13th century to 1900. The Gallery is an exempt charity, and a non-departmental public body of the Department for Culture, Media and Sport. Its collection belongs to the public of the United Kingdom and entry to the main collection is free of charge. It is the fifth most visited art museum in the world, after the Musée du Louvre, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the British Museum and Tate Modern.

The present building, the third to house the collection, was designed by architect William Wilkins from 1832–38. Only the façade onto Trafalgar Square remains essentially unchanged from this time, as the building has been expanded piecemeal throughout its history. Wilkins’s building was often criticised for its perceived aesthetic deficiencies and lack of space; the latter problem led to the establishment of the Tate Gallery for British art in 1897. The Sainsbury Wing, an extension to the west by Robert Venturi and Denise Scott Brown, is a notable example of Postmodernist architecture in Britain. Soyurce: wikipedia

National Gallery architect : William Wilkins

Sainsbury Wing – National Gallery Extension, Trafalgar Square Dates built: 1988-91 Design: Venturi, Scott Brown & Associates – Robert Venturi and Denise Scott Brown, based in the USA

National Gallery Extension design : Venturi Rauch Brown, architects

The architectural proposal by ABK – for the building that came to be known as the Sainsbury Wing – was infamously described by Prince Charles [May 30, 1984] as being “a monstrous carbuncle on the face of a much-loved and elegant friend”. This helped set up a polarisation in the UK between traditional and contemporary architecture styles and thinking.

ABK’s design for the extension was abandoned.

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