#Adrian x mc

[kinda-iconic]

Summer Nights

Author's note: Started off as a drabble (was in need of some fluff); turned into something more.

Words: 1800+

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Human!MC (Amy)

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife @choicesfannatalie22

Don't know who else to tag, nowadays.

Amid the summer months, Amy was not known to spend her nights confined inside the sanctity of her apartment. Instead, she often found solace at Adrian’s penthouse, the city’s skyline providing her with a newfound comfort that her own simply could not provide.

Last night was no exception.

A trickle of golden light illuminates her features, the radiant warmth of sunrise gracing her skin with an iridescent glow. A soft groan escapes her as she reaches up, her forearm sleepily draping over her face; she lays like that for a moment, basking in the tranquil embrace of morning before slowly sitting up, silken bedsheets falling to rest above her thighs. Amy smiles softly, placing her hand amidst the rays, tilting her head as she admires her fingers from afar. 

A strong arm wraps itself around her waist, drawing her further into their embrace. Amy shakes her head in amusement, tracing her fingertips across its surface. She inclines her head towards her companion, leaning down just enough to press a tender kiss to his temple, her voice soft and comforting.

“I need to get out of bed, Adrian.”

He shakes his head despondently, expressing his displeasure with a pout, brows creasing slightly as he slowly opens his eyes, smiling drowsily up at her.

She giggles softly, carefully caressing his face in between her palms.

“I need to go.”

He groans, shaking his head once more, his arm constricting around her midsection.

“No.”

“Adrian…”

He lazily pulls himself flush against her, burying his face in her side, his warm breath ghosting her skin.

“Call them and say that you’re sick,�� he murmurs.

“And what would I say?”

“Tell them that you have the flu,” he mumbles groggily, his nose wrinkling as it encounters the hem of her pyjama top.

“They’ll never believe that.”

“They will if you cough a couple of times,” he turns over, resting his head on his forearm as he gazes up at her, his expression softening as his eyes befall hers; he reaches up, his knuckles grazing the nape of her neck as he speaks with conviction, his next utterance spoken with jest. “A little sniffle here and there…an occasional cough…”

“Are you encouraging me to pull a sickle?”

“If it means that I get to keep you in my arms a little bit longer…”

She playfully pats his chest; a mischievous laugh escaping him as his fingers enclose around her wrist, drawing her closer. They look at one another for a moment before he leans in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, their bodies entwining as he carefully pushes her back down onto the bed, a soft gasp leaving her as her back connects with the mattress. He kisses her once more, his hands grasping onto her waist before moving down to her hips, his kisses growing more impatient as they trail along her jaw and neck. She closes her eyes, truly enjoying the moment…

“Is that Mr Harrison?”

Her eyes open, widening in disbelief as they fall upon Adrian, who remains in place, a triumphant smirk blossoming on his features…

…holding her mobile to his ear.

“Adrian!”

She reaches for her phone, but he manages to block her, lightly swatting at her hand every time she attempts to retrieve the phone.

“Unfortunately-“ she makes a second attempt for the device, but is swiftly deterred as he pins her wrists to her stomach; once she has ceased, he continues, “Amy is unable to come into the office today.”

“Adrian-”

“She woke up with a fever this morning. A slight cough, blocked nose…the usual…”

He looks down at her once more, just to be met with a feigned scowl. He chuckles quietly, his grin widening as he returns his attention back to the call, listening to the man on the other end of the line.

“Uhuh…uhuh…yes, I’ll…I’ll let her know. Thank you, Sir.”

Adrian ends the conversation, tossing the phone across the bed.

"Clyde hopes that you make a speedy recovery."

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love it.”

He nuzzles her shoulder, pulling back just enough so that he can see her face.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the rest of the day, after all.”

She shakes her head in disbelief, the corner of her mouth curving upward.

“You are full of surprises, Mr Raines.”

“That I am,” he kisses her forehead before wrapping her in his arms, his chin resting in the crook of her neck, “that’s why you love me.”

“I can think of a hundred reasons, but…sure. Let’s go with that.”

He lets out a contented sigh, holding her close to his chest as he begins to sing.

“Look at the stars…look how they shine for you-“

She turns abruptly, regarding him with a quirked brow.

“Serenading me with Coldplay, huh?”

“I’ll serenade you with anything you want,” he beams, sliding the strap of her pyjama top down her forearm, exposing her shoulder; he presses his lips against her skin, exhaling softly as he moves to repeat this action on her adjacent side, “Coldplay…Taylor Swift…you name it, I sing it.”

“What about the Beatles?”

He hums his approval, “especially the Beatles.”

She closes her eyes, leaning back as he begins to pepper kisses along her collarbone.

“Which one?”

“Which song did you have in mind?” He replies quickly, “I know them all.”

“I am happy with whichever song you choose.”

“Careful now,” he collects her hair into his fist, draping it over her right shoulder as he regards her inquisitively, “or I might bless you with your very own concert…” he pauses momentarily, grazing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, “live from the comfort of our bed.”

“Well, I am ill…” she smiles coyly; he returns the gesture, their shared happiness evident in the gentleness of his touch as he cups her chin with his palm, his gaze drifting down to her mouth.

“Maybe too ill to attend this performance.”

“I might need to see a doctor.”

He places his hand on her forehead just to briskly remove it, feigning a wince.

“You definitely have a temperature.”

“Oh?” She tilts her head, “and what do you intend to do about cooling me down?”

“Who said anything about cooling down?”

She tuts, swatting his chest.

“Smooth.”

“I thought that was more presumptuous than flirtatious, personally.”

“It can be whatever you want it to be,” she rests her head on his shoulder, “do we have any waffles left?”

“I brought a new pack yesterday.”

“Good,” she rubs her stomach, “because I am in need of sugary goodness.”

Amy begins to move towards the edge of the bed, but Adrian beats her to it, gently easing her back down onto the covers.

“You think I’m going to let my sick girlfriend get her own breakfast?” He walks over to the dresser, collecting a fresh pair of joggers; he starts to dress himself, only stopping to pass her a bottle of water from the side, “what kind of boyfriend would that make me?”

“A busy one?”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

He walks back towards her, pressing a loving kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into the kitchen, the door closing quietly behind him. As the silences settles in, Amy moves over to the window, opening the curtains slightly as she admires the city down below, a soft warmth enveloping her a mere moment later as Adrian embraces her from behind, waffle in hand. He passes it to her with a smile, kissing her temple.

“You can’t be in the sunshine,” she frowns, “you’ll burn.”

“A few seconds won’t hurt,” he whispers softly, following her gaze to the busy streets, “besides, if it means that I get to share in this moment with you, then I shall remain here until I am nothing more than a pile of ash.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, “just think of the cleaning bill you’d have for this rug.”

“Adrian!”

He laughs heartily, “I’m only joking.”

She nudges him slightly, taking a small bite of her waffle, “you really should get in the shade, though.”

He shakes his head.

“Just a little bit longer.”

The pair remain like that for a minute more, neither one able to take their eyes off the beautiful sunrise before them. It is only when Adrian speaks that the silence is broken, replaced with a feeling of melancholy.

“I think that was the first sunrise that I have seen in a while.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” he pauses as if lost in thought, but it isn’t long before he returns his attention back to her, his once sad demeanour replaced with one of gratitude, “but why should I mourn my mortality when I have been blessed with something even more precious in return?”

“What’s that?”

“You,” he smiles lovingly down at her, “I love you, Amy.”

“And I you,” she replies, holding her breakfast up to his mouth; he takes a generous bite, eliciting a soft smile on his behalf, “more than you know.”

"And I will be eternally grateful for that."

He exhales, placing a comforting hand on the small of her back.

“I would like to spend more time with you.”

“You already do,” she beams up at him, “we’re pretty much inseparable now.”

“Do you think that it is too much?” He questions, a sudden vulnerability seeping into his tone, “I don’t want to stop you from living your life.”

“My life is a lot more exciting with you in it.”

“Do you mean that?”

She nods, her demeanour one of reassurance and compassion, “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Even if it means that we can’t do anything during the daylight hours?”

“I’m more of a night owl, anyway.”

He grins sheepishly; she reaches upwards, the pad of her thumb tracing along the curve of his jaw.

“I work at nights, remember? Being your PA and all.”

“Unless a certain Mr Harrison requires your assistance,” he replies comically, “did he not need your guidance opening a document on his computer last week?”

She shakes her head; Adrian’s brows crease in befuddlement.

“Is that not the story?”

“He never got that far.”

“I…I’m afraid that I don’t - ”

“He didn’t know how to turn the computer on.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but his words fail him. His shock elicits a chuckle from Amy, her attention never straying from his face.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“And he is…”

“One of your new IT guys.”

“Ah,” he grimaces, cupping the back of his neck, “maybe I should ensure that he receives adequate training, seeing as that is his job and all.”

“He’s a nice man.”

“Who doesn’t know how to turn a computer on, apparently.”

“I think he was overwhelmed.”

“That’s a possibility,” he appears hesitant, as if unsure as to how he should continue, “I’ll get on that tomorrow.”

She greets him with a puzzled look, uncertain.

“Are you not at work tonight?”

“Oh no,” he playfully swats the back of her thigh, causing her to gasp in surprise, “I have a sick girlfriend to look after.”

[bayleedraws-sometimesx]

Adrian x Mc

[l-starlight-l]

Study Buddy

A/n: In honor of the new movie here’s a little fic with Adrien.

Warning: none

Summary: Adrien finds you trying to study in the library and offers to help.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste x reader

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After flunking yet another test you were stuck in the library praying to actually learn something from the old text books you were reading. Your head was resting in your hands while you looked down at the paragraph about some king that ruled thousands of years ago. You sighed and laid your head down over the open book to take a small break. “How am I ever gonna pass this class ” you quietly muttered out loud. You closed your eyes for a few seconds trying to recall the information you just read. After failing you got up and walked over to the history shelves in the library.

There were so many books full of the past that you struggled to find the specific time period you needed. You walked up and down the aisles searching. You found some books from after the kings ruling so you had obviously gone past it. You were at a dead end. You decide it was a lost cause and plopped down to sit on the floor. You were so tired, you just wanted to close your eyes for minute but suddenly you were in a deep sleep.

You awoke to a light nudge, looking up you saw a familiar face. “Are you okay” the blonde boy asked with concern. You blushed realizing the situation, “oh, uh yeah I’m sorry I must’ve dosed off”. He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You’ve had a small crush on Adrien for the past year. His kindness drew you in not his family or it’s fame. “You don’t have to apologize, I was just worried”, he sits down next to you. “Are you studying for the next test” he asks. You nod shyly, “I really need to pass this test” you say a little embarrassed. He doesn’t shame you at all, “do you want to study together” he asks holding up a history book. You smile at him and he smiles back. You wonder if he feels the same way about you or if he’s just being nice. You’ve known him for around a year and wanted to say you understand him and how he feels but you can feel there’s something he’s keeping from you. He opens the book and puts it in between you two.

You spend the rest of the day studying. At one point you both reach to turn the page at the same time and your hands touch. You had thought it was just gonna be a quick accidental touch but his hand stayed on yours for a few seconds. You looked at his face to see his eyes focused on your touching hands. He quickly moved his hand away realizing how weird he must’ve made you feel. He apologized and continued reading. By the end of the chapter you had fallen asleep again. Your head rested on his shoulder and he looked like the happiest boy in the whole school. He has liked you from the first day he met you. You were smart even if your grades didn’t show it and your personality was like a dream to him. He watched you sleep instead of studying, he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world. He was so in love with you and you loved him just as much, even if neither of you would admit it yet.

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[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Hello @mynotsohealthyobsession , I hope you're doing well. I really enjoy your fanfics and have a fic request for you (since I have no idea how to write it myself but I believe you can do it!):

A fic similar to the Choices Book "The Princess Swap" where your Bloodbound MC, Amy (business woman and/or vampire) swaps roles (or the other way around) with Nightbound MC (hunting partner and/or future fae duchess).

Pairings: Amy(F!MC)×Adrian & Alex(F!MC)×Nik

ONLY IF YOU WANT: EXTRA: If possible, you could add pets too just like the characters in Barbie movies had when they swapped roles. I know your BB MC loves dogs and I don't know about your NB MC, but she has a perrikin. Maybe she is a cat person and have a cat. Also very interesting, dog person vs. cat person?! Or Adrian Raines vs. Nik Ryder.

I mean, in my opinion, both MCs do have a few similarities like discovering Supernatural World, having family secrets, four LIs and they both have died once. You know.

Hi darling! Thanks for the request! This isn't exactly what you ask for, but I hope you enjoy it!

Disembodied - Part 1 / 8

Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff

Pairings: Adrian Raines X MC // Nik Ryder X MC

Words: 1.515

As always, tags in the reblog!

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Amy felt her body was heavy and different. Funny. She always thought that it was the opposite when you die. Slowly, her senses started to wake up. She heard people shouting around her and the clear sounds of a fight. Was Gaius still alive? She forced her eyes open and the light dazed her. After a few seconds, she realized it was the sun. She looked around, panicked. "Adrian?" Amy asked, scared to find ashes but instead noticing a city that clearly wasn't New York. "Guys?"

With wobbling legs she stood, frozen when she was her reflection in the shop window in front of her.

This obviously was a nightmare. She clearly has died and, for some reason, she was in hell. These weren't her hands. Nor her face. And she definitely didn't have gray hair. These leather clothes, with the front soaked in blood, weren't her clothes. She turned to see a blonde guy fighting with a creature she had never seen in her life.

"Nik! Watch it!" Amy turned to a familiar figure running to the stranger. She had only seen him once in Vegas but that was definitely Cal, the werewolf. The fight kept going but the pale creature seemed too strong. Suddenly, it turned its ugly face to her.

"Shit!" Before she could react, it rapidly ran to her.

"Alex! No!" The blonde guy, both shocked and what seemed scared, shot arrow after arrow, following it. "Run!" But it was impossible, the creature was too fast. Amy covered her face with her arms and, to her shock, she heard a pained scream from the other side. The creature was whining with a huge wound on its side.

"That power…" Said a tall girl with smoking hands.

"Alex! Do it again!" Amy nodded at Cal's words unsure, sending her hands forward, praying for a miracle. Her palms expelled a bright strong magic that sent the creature flying up, tearing it apart, until it fell, dead. Amy fell to her knees, exhausted.

"Alex!" Nik, as Cal had called him, ran to her, dropping his weapon and kneeling to observe her. "Are you okay, Rook? What happened to your wound?"

"I think I'm fine." Her voice sounded so strange to her.

"You think you are fine?!" He seemed irritated.

"She might be still in a daze, Ryder. Let her be." A second girl said.

"I just want to know if she is okay, Katy." He looked intensely into her eyes and Amy missed Adrian's stare. She hoped that he and the rest of the gang were okay. "For god's sake, Alex! He stabbed you in the chest with his hand! You fucking died!" She felt her throat dry. She had been stabbed, yes, but with a sword. By Gaius.

***

"Amy! Stop!" Alex heard a male voice screaming but she couldn't focus on the words. She was so hungry, and that woman's blood smelled so delicious. "Amy!" A strong hand seized her wrist, stopping her. A pair of blue eyes that weren't Nik's observed her face with awe. "You are alive." The tall man smiled. "Amy, you are alive."

"I'm not–" But before she couldn't finish, the world turned black.

"So you found her in Central Park, Raines?"

"Yes. She was about to attack a wounded woman. When I stopped her, she didn't seem to recognize me."

"She's probably still adjusting. It's been four days after all."

The voices sounded around her but she didn't recognize any of them. Alex felt strange… different. The last thing she remembered was Thomas' hand piercing open her chest, killing her. Alex opened her eyes and four unknown faces looked at her with concern.

"Oh my god!" The girl with glasses ran to her, tightly hugging her. She pushed the woman away, standing up.

"Lily, give her space." A woman with a stern gesture said.

"Amy, are you alright?" The tall man wearing a suit asked, looking concerned. She didn't answer, her eyes studied the space she was in. It was an elegant office, with a huge closed window. She rushed to it, opening the curtains.

"Oh my god…" She didn't know how but she wasn't in New Orleans anymore. Instead, a smoking New York was in front of her. "This can't be happening." She said, furrowing at the different voice that came from her mouth.

"Amy?"

"This is a nightmare," Alex whispered.

"I know how much you love New York, Amy. I wish you hadn't seen it like this." Alex didn't turn, now looking at her reflection in the window. A long-haired woman looked back at her. She moved like her but her features were unknown. Alex extended her hand towards the glass and so did the other woman. A hand on her shoulder, even gentle as his, made her flinch. "My apologies."

"It's fine."

"I'm sorry to ask this, but could you give us a moment of privacy?"

"Of course. Jax, Lily, come on." The other two headed to the door. "Don't forget about the meeting, Adrian."

"I know." She felt nervous, even though the man was watching her with concern and fondness. "Amy, are you aware of what is happening?"

"Not completely." He leaned against the desk.

"That night, in the Met… You were dying. And, as I held you, I made a decision." Adrian sighed guiltily. "I turned you."

"Yo-You turn me?"

"You are a vampire, Amy. Just like Lily, Jax, Kamilah, and me."

***

"Come on, come on. Please work." Amy pressed and held the power button on the phone again, expected but the screen remained black and broken. "Damn it!" She threw it against the wall, frustrated. Amy sat on the edge of the sofa in, from what she understood, was Nik's apartment, where this Alex girl was staying. Amy had found the phone in her jacket. She intended to call her own cell and see what happened. It was a long shot but, If she was in Alex's body, could Alex be in hers? Unfortunately, she couldn't confirm or deny that theory at the moment.

She didn't want to ask for a cell phone and respond to questions she might not have an answer for.

For the moment she had decided to play along. It was better that they thought she was Alex instead of saying that someone else was in Alex's body and everybody thought she had lost her mind. Even though she already was thinking that.

She closed her eyes and her mind returned to Adrian and the Met. She could see his face, contracted with sorrow, as he held her. 'And I lo–' Was he saying that he loves her? She missed him and was scared of what was happening. Her eyes burned with tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks and she allowed herself to sink into the moment for a little.

"Alex?" Nik's voice cut the silence as he walked through the front door. He had left her to change her clothes.

"Yeah?" Amy quickly dried the tears away, composing herself.

"The gang is waiting for you to start the celebration." Nik walked to her, sitting beside her. She unintentionally tensed. "Before we head downstairs, I…" He scratched the back of his neck. "You know I'm not good at this."

"This?" Amy asked, confused.

"This. Talking and… Feelings." He cleared his throat. "About what happened before Thomas' attack, I–"

"Nik." Amy cut him off, "It's been a long and... Extremely weird day. Can we talk another time? Please?"

"Sure, Rook. C'mon, let's get you a drink." He stood and went to the door with Amy following him. Whatever he was about to say, she wasn't the person it was meant for. And, honestly, there was only one man she had feelings for… and she was determined to return to him.

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"Amy, please say something."

"I…" Alex returned her gaze at the window, looking at her reflection again. It seemed so unreal. "I understand." She honestly did. If someone dear to her were dying, she would definitely do whatever it is in her power to save them. Even turn them into a vampire.

"I know we haven't talked about your turning before but the mere thought of losing you was unbearable for me." Adrian said, deeply looking into her eyes. Alex turned away, scared that, somehow, he noticed it wasn't Amy's soul inside her body. "I'm truly sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Adrian." She forced a smile. "You have a meeting now?" Adrian nodded, still attentively observing her.

"Yes, indeed we do."

"With the rest of the vampires?"

"Not exactly. With Moira Pembrooke, about New York's situation."

"The Secretary of Defense?" Her jaw dropped and Adrian gently smiled.

"Are you interested in participating?"

"Yes!" Adrian chuckled.

"Let's go then." He made a gesture as he wanted to take her hand but, after observing her with a slight furrow between his eyebrows, he just fixed his sleeves in place, walking out of the office with Alex following him. She needed to be cautious. She not only was surrounded by four vampires but powerful people too with connections in the government.

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[choicesfannatalie22]

@kinda-iconic

[beelsjuicytitties]

Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly. 

  You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

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  Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

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The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders. 

  "How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered. 

  "I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you." 

  Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC." 

  "Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face. 

  "My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy."  You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes. 

  "Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back. 

  "Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me." 

  "Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight. 

  "And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face. 

  "I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

  "That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other. 

[bloodbound-selfship]

Going to an amusement park with Adrian would look like this:

Adrian getting a little grumpy trying to find a parking spot

Holding his hand as you walk around

Adrian winning you all the prizes you could ever want at all of the rigged games

Going over to the petting zoo and having to get onto him for saying the cows would be delicious

Riding the rides with him, even if the rides don't phase him. He loves seeing your reactions

Eating the fair food while Adrian pretends to hate it

Riding the ferris wheel and snuggling

Getting lost in the fun house and basically being glued to his hip as he figures out where the exit is

Walking back to the car with your arms full of stuffies, and kisses covering Adrian's face

[stanathanxoox]

Did You Make This?

gif not mine

Prompt by @me-writes-prompts

^^ “Did you make this?” “Yes…is it not good? I’m sorry.” “No, no. It’s good, heck, it’s great!” - Adrian Raines x reader

You had been busy in the kitchen since finishing work, Adrian was stuck in a meeting that didn’t require you to be there so you had ended up back down in the penthouse cooking up a storm. It was only a couple of weeks since the two of you had officially become a couple so you wanted to impress him with your cooking skills, in a way that you had tried countless times to do with the numerous dates that had failed before even meeting the man of your dreams. You’d just finished putting the cheesecake in the fridge to set whilst the vegetables simmered and the meat for your main course cooked when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“What have we here?” you hear him whisper in your ear

“Oh, hi Adrian. I thought your meeting would be for a little while longer so I was cooking for you” you say nervously turning in his arms to look up and see warmth in his blue gaze.

“You cooked for me?” he asks a little bit stunned and you nod

“I hope that’s okay, I know we normally order take out after a meeting or you cook for me but I wanted to surprise you” you say and he smiles placing a kiss on your lips to silence you

“It’s okay Y/N, my sweet. I can’t wait to try it” he says, before letting you go and heading towards the bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable.

When Adrian returns to the kitchen less than five minutes later your platting up the main meal. He smells it and smiles

“That smells delicious” he says and you smile a little hesitantly

“Well I hope it tastes delicious too” you say as you put the plate down in front of him and he takes the first bite of meat and vegetables together, your on your way back to the table with your own plate of food when he asks

“Did you make this?” 

“Yes…is it not good? I’m sorry.” you say, looking down at the plate in your hands ashamed that again you seemed to have failed to impress anyone with your cooking “No, no. It’s good, heck, it’s great!” he says as he gets to his feet and takes your plate out of your hands, placing it on the table so that he can wrap his arms around you

“My sweet, who had you doubting yourself so much?” he asks and you look away from his gaze, not wanting to answer his question, embarrassed by the answer. 

“What is it?” he asks

“Its embarrassing” you say, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden, like the impossible age gap between you is finally rearing its head. He tilts your head up and says

“I don’t care whether its embarrassing Y/N, it apparently has effected you and your self-esteem. So why are you doubting yourself so much?” 

“My exes, guys I used to date and try to impress, I would try to cook for them and they would tell me that my cooking is sh*t” you say admitting to him of your failure.

“Don’t ever doubt yourself again my sweet, okay. What you’ve just cooked is incredible and I have years of experience of what good food tastes like okay. Please, come and join me at the table? And enjoy this delicious meal you made” he says and you can’t help but swoon at the words that leave his mouth. Your doubt hadn’t completely disappeared but it was no longer screaming at you as you sat across from your boyfriend.

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@velvet1753 oh definitely 🥹

now that pb is doing more side stories… can I just get a bloodbound wedding book.. i wanna see my wedding with jax 😭😭

[kinda-iconic]

Memory Lane

Author's Note: This one was rather emotional to write, but I think that's more on a personal level. I apologise for how late this is - it's been an incredibly busy few days.

Pairing: Adrian x Human!MC (Amelia - Amy, for short)

Word count: Over 4'400

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife @velvet1753 @choicesfannatalie22

TW: Deals with bereavement and grief; mentions of death

Buzz…

Buzz…

BUZZ.

The sound of vibrations causes Amy to stir, her arm falling to rest across her face as the brightness of her phone temporarily blinds her, dark blobs appearing in her vision.  Once her eyesight is restored, she grabs her phone from the nightstand, a look of befuddlement crossing her face as she notices the time.

3am.

She reaches upwards, tucking a loose curl behind her ear, the other hand fixed firmly on her phone as she presses a button on the screen, holding it against her temple.

“Hey mom,” she whispers, a drowsy yawn escaping her, “is everything okay?”

There is a slight shuffle on the other end, followed by what sounds like a pot being moved across the countertop.

“Did I wake you?”

“…Yeah,” a sleepy smile appears, “but it’s okay.”

“Is anyone with you?”

Amy turns her head to the left, her expression softening as her gaze befalls Adrian, sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively across her middle.

“Adrian’s here,” she lifts the covers, pulling them up to cover his bare back; he groans, but remains fast asleep, “he’s still sleeping.”

“Can you talk?”

Amy frowns, “a-are you and dad okay?”

Her mother doesn’t answer, at least not at first…

…but then Amy hears a sniffle…

…and her chest begins to tighten.

“M-mom?”

Her mother exhales, her voice shaky.

“Y-you need to come home.”

“Why?” She sits upright, the movement causing Adrian to stir beside her, his eyelids slowly fluttering as he begins to wake, “Mom?”

“I-it’s your Grandmother,” her mother pauses, “the hospital called. She...she had a heart attack.”

“What?”

At the rise in her pitch, Adrian awakens, his brows furrowing as he looks up, noting the defeated expression on Amy’s face. He rubs at his eyes, as if trying to rid himself of sleep.

“Amelia?” His voice is quiet; he places his hand on the small of her back, the pad of his thumb slightly inching underneath the hem of her top, drawing comforting circles on her skin, “are you okay?”

She shakes her head, returning her attention to the call.

“Is Grandma okay?” When she receives no immediate response, her face falls, her breath quickening slightly, “M-mom?”

At first, she is met with silence.

But then her mother speaks…

…and Amy’s whole world is ripped out from underneath her.

“I’m so sorry, Amelia. She…she didn’t make it.”

She passed away.

As soon as those words leave her mother’s lips, Amy’s eyes begin to glisten, the colour draining from her complexion. She shakes her head rapidly, fresh tears falling onto her cheeks.

“N-no, she…” she sniffles, “she was fine! She…she was okay…”

Adrian’s frown intensifies; he lifts himself into a seated position, reaching up to caress her face between his hands.

“What is it?” he whispers, his words spoken softly; he leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, “What happened?”

Amy closes her eyes, her free arm wrapping itself around her midsection as she begins to sob; Adrian folds her into his embrace, placing a soft kiss to her temple.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

She cries, leaning into his touch as he begins to rock her back and forth; she buries her face into his chest, her hand resting on her own, as if trying to clutch at her heart. Without a word, he carefully removes her phone from her hand, lifting it up to his ear.

“Hi Mrs Henderson.”

Adrian spends the next couple of minutes listening intently, the occasional sentence uttered in response to something that has been said. After a while, he speaks once more.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

The call ends shortly after; Adrian sighs, placing the phone down on the mattress before pulling Amy closer, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“S-she was fine yesterday,” she sniffles, wiping at her eyes, her tears staining her cheeks, “I-I should h-have kn-known…”

“You weren’t to know…” he rests chin on the top of her head, a soft exhale escaping him, “nobody could have known…”

“I-I should have b-been there. I…What if she was a-alone?” She trembles with a wimper, her gaze remaining downcast, “s-she c-can’t be gone…it-it’s not right.”

“It never is, my love,” he speaks quietly, “it never is.”

He holds her whilst she cries, the pair remaining silent as they remain in their own world, neither one breaking the tranquillity of the moment. It is only when faint tendrils of sunlight start to seep across the windowpane that Adrian speaks, his voice gentle and comforting.

“Your mother has asked for us to go and stay with them,” he looks down at her, brushing her hair back, “it would be good for everyone to be together.”

“D-do you think I…” she trails off, swallowing harshly, “d-do you think I could g-go and see her?”

Adrian frowns, gently removing himself from their embrace; instead, his hands fall to rest on her forearms, his expression conflicted.

“I don’t think that is wise, Amelia.”

She sniffles, raising her gaze to meet his own.

“Why not?”

“Seeing someone after they have passed, it…it sticks with you,” his brows knit together, “I don’t want your last memory of her to be in a mortuary.”

“I-it might help me…knowing that she is…that she’s really gone.”

“That memory will stay with you forever, Amelia,” he exhales, his words spoken with sincerity, “it won’t go away, no matter how hard you try to forget it.”

She doesn’t reply with words, but nods in acceptance.

“O-okay.”

He smiles sadly, kissing her forehead.

“Try and get some more sleep if you can. I’ll go and pack our bags.”

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A few days later, Adrian raps softly on Amy’s bedroom door.

“Amelia?” He waits patiently, listening out for a response; he receives nothing, “Ames?”

He turns the handle, entering the room with barely a sound. His chest tightens at the sight before him, as if someone had run a dagger through his heart, leaving him incapable of feeling nothing but pain; all is quiet, the only sound emanating from his surroundings being an occasional sniffle from underneath the bedcovers. Amy lies still amidst it all, only shifting when a shuddery exhale escapes her lungs, having turned away from the chaos going on around her.

He walks over to the bed, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back before crouching down beside her, his once joyful smile fading into one of melancholy.

“I’ve made you some soup,” he reaches upward, slowly removing the duvet from atop her head; she does not respond to the motion, locks of golden hair clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. He sighs, his fingertips ghosting her skin as they begin to trail a path along her forearm. “I even managed to save you one of those crusty bread rolls that you like.”

He is met with silence; he frowns, moving to sit at the foot of the bed, his gaze never wavering from her form.

“You need to eat something, sweetheart,” he hesitates, his words etched with worry, “it’s been three days.”

She shakes her head.

“Amelia, please,” he pleads, “at least have a little bit of something. Even if it isn’t a full meal.”

“N-no.”

“When was the last time you drank anything?” He looks over at the dresser, where a collection of glasses remain undisturbed, “you will make yourself ill, Amelia. I-I can’t allow that.”

“I’m n-not hungry.”

“You will have past the point of hunger,” his brows crease, his concern evident, “I’m asking your mother to call the doctor.”

“I’m fine,” she mumbles, her voice barely audible to the ear as she buries her face into her pillowcase, “h-honest.”

“You haven’t eaten in three days. You haven’t had any water,” he speaks with conviction, his voice trailing as he takes in the paleness in her complexion, the only colour being that of the blotchiness of her cheeks, “you have only left that bed to visit the bathroom.”

She shrugs.

“Amelia,” he inches closer, carefully enclosing her hand in his own, turning it over before exposing her palm; he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her wrist. “I am really worried about you, as is your mother.”

“I-is dad o-okay?” She sniffles.

“Your father has tried to keep himself busy,” he admits, “he has busied himself with work.”

“Th-that sounds like h-him.”

“But he has been eating,” he smiles sadly, “little bits, but…it is still enough to sustain him.”

She nods in acknowledgement; he takes this as his invitation, collecting the discarded tray of glassware.

“I’m going to get your soup.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“You need to eat, darling.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Amelia…”

She reaches up, dabbing at her eyes as fresh tears begin to make their descent, leaving a dash of red in their wake. She shakes her head rapidly.

For a moment, the pair engage in a comfortable silence before Adrian walks back over to her; he bends down, gently kissing her temple.

“I shall run you a bath.”

He strokes her hair, twirling a strand around his index finger.

"I won't be long."

He makes his way into the bathroom, setting about pouring her water, adding an infusion of jasmine and cherry blossom. As the bath starts to fill, he re-enters Amy’s bedroom, making a beeline for the wardrobe. He collects a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, followed by fresh underwear; he looks around with a somewhat befuddled expression.

“Where is your hairbrush?”

She clumsily rises to a sitting position, her gaze drifting from corner to corner, her dreariness evident from the dark circles that have begun to envelop her brown doe-like eyes. She points towards the vanity.

He follows her direction, collecting the brush before offering her his outstretched hand. She looks at him in confusion.

“Come.”

“But I said that I-“

“I will not force you to eat,” he walks over to her, cupping her face in between his hands, the pad of his thumb tracing a featherlight line across her bottom lip, “but there is a nice, warm bath waiting for you in the other room.” He smiles sadly, his knuckles grazing her shoulders, “and I for one would not turn this one down. It has a lot of bubbles and the bathroom smalls divine.”

A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips; Adrian takes her hands in his own, slowly backing up as he leads them both into the bathroom.

“I have some rose petals left over from our date on Saturday. Would you like them putting in the bath water?”

She shakes her head faintly; he nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he releases her from his grasp, leaning over to turn the taps off, “let’s get you sorted.”

She begins to undress, placing each item of clothing in the washing basket before carefully climbing into the bath.

“Do we have a jug in here?”

She nods, “i-in the cupboard.”

He retrieves the object in question and places it at the edge of the bath, clearing a space on the side of the tub. He takes a seat, filling the jug with warm water.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes, “I-I don’t want to c-cause any fuss.”

“Don’t be silly,” he carefully begins to pour the contents of the jug over her hair, pressing the side of his hand to her forehead in an attempt to stop the water from getting into her eyes, “I want to fuss over you. You’re my girlfriend.”

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you.”

He smiles sadly, shaking his head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I understand.”

“D-do you think my m-mom does?”

“Most definitely,” his voice is soft, laden with compassion and sincerity, “your mother and I may not have much in common, but both of us have experienced grief. We know how much your grandmother meant to you.”

She nods hastily, a new bout of sorrow making its presence known on her cheeks. He leans forward, kissing the top of her head before collecting the bottle of shampoo from the countertop. He squeezes some onto his palm, rubbing it into a lather, applying it to her hair in a gentle clockwise motion. She hums in content, leaning into his touch.

“Is that nice?”

“Y-eah,” she utters quietly, “did I…did I smell?”

“Not at all,” he replies swiftly, “I understand how you are feeling, sweetheart. We all do.”

“I miss her.”

“I know,” he acknowledges, clasping her de-tangler with a soapy fist; he carefully runs it through her hair, “when we lose people that we love, it seems as though the world around us ceases to exist. People go on living their lives whilst ours come to a standstill. They continue to laugh and share in excitement whilst we struggle to do even the simplest of things. We forget how to function; people start suffocating you with feigned sympathies; they pretend to share in your grief when, in reality, half of them will disappear as soon as your loved one is put to rest simply because they believe that they no longer need to pretend to care.”

She looks up at him, her vulnerability evident by the glaze of her eyes, as if the light has left them completely.

“Do you m-mean that?”

"Unfortunately, yes," he re-fills the jug, emptying its contents over her head; she closes her eyes in preparation for a possible sting, but nothing comes of it, “when I lost my grandfather, I spent many a night in the forest. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Not even your parents?”

“I didn't want my mother to see me upset, and for a while I was taught that men did not, or rather were not allowed to openly express how they were feeling.”

“That isn’t right.”

“I know that now,” he smiles sadly, spending the next few moments in silence as he focuses on washing her hair; once he has finished, he grabs a towel for her hair, clipping the ends together. “My father was not known to ‘wear his heart on his sleeve’ as one would say.”

“So you would cry alone?” He nods, “I’m s-so sorry, Adrian.”

“Please don’t apologise,” he replies in turn, placing his hands on her shoulders, “it was a different time. Centuries before you were born.”

“How old were you?”

“I was eleven.”

“W-was he old?”

“He was in his late sixties, so I guess he would have been considered to be in the later stages of his life.”

“H-how did he die?”

“Smallpox,” he replies without hesitation, "there were a few cases in our town, most occurring on the west side.”

He falls quiet, as if his words have escaped him; noticing the change in atmosphere, Amy reaches up, placing her hand atop his own. Their eyes meet, the pair sharing a sad smile.

“You should have been able to grieve openly,” she whispers, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“It was years ago, Amelia. I have had time to process it.”

“That doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.”

“…I suppose not.”

“My dad once told me that grief comes in waves," she adds, "h-he said that you could go for days or even months without feeling any pain and then it can hit you so suddenly.”

“As if you are reliving the events of that day all over again,” he nods faintly before shaking his head, forcing a small smile, “but today isn’t about me.” He kisses her jaw, caressing her other cheek with his palm, “this is about making you feel better.”

“Can it not be for us both?” She asks, looking back at him, “you knew my grandmother too.”

“Not as well as you,” his counters, “though she did welcome me into your family incredibly fast. It was definitely surprising to be accepted that quickly."

“She was wonderful.”

“What was she like? When you were little.”

“She was kind and witty,” Amy smiles wistfully, her mind lost in thought, “I used to go to stay with my grandparents in the summer for a couple of weeks. We would pass the time playing games, planting fruits and vegetables in the garden and baking a lot of sugary treats.” She sniffles quietly, “before going to bed at night I would sit in their room and my grandma would tell me stories of her childhood. She once told me that, when she was about seven or eight, she had really long plaits. She hated them.”

“Did she take them out?”

“She chopped them off.”

His eyes widen in disbelief.

“…no…”

She nods, “her mother was not impressed.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

She falls quiet; Adrian frowns, his fingertips ghosting the hollow of her neck.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can sit in silence,” he wraps his arms around her shoulders, eliciting a quiet exhale, “whatever you need.”

“I…” she appears hesitant, as if unsure, “I told her I would see her tomorrow. T-Tomorrow, it…it never came…”

“Tomorrow is promised to no one,” he kisses her cheek, “all we can do is make the most of the days that we have.”

“I n-never,” she takes a shuddering breath, her words quiet and shaky as she begins to weep, her cry reverberating across the room, “I-I didn’t get to s-say g-goodbye.”

“Oh, Amelia…”

He pulls her closer to his chest, drawing soothing circles on her exposed forearms with his thumbs as she sobs, his chin resting against the top of her head.

“I’m here,” he whispers quietly, “it’s alright. I’m here…I’m not going anywhere.”

“I-I…”

“Sssshhhh…” he hushes calmly, “just let it out, sweetheart. Let it out.”

She continues to sob for a few minutes, Adrian remaining quiet beside her, the only words escaping him being a gentle reminder of his never-wavering presence. After a moment or two, Amy’s tears cease to shed, her sobs becoming few and far between. He retrieves his handkerchief from his breast pocket, running it lightly across her cheeks in an attempt to dry her tears.

“Alright,” he wraps a fluffy towel around her, being sure that the material does not drag in the bathwater as he starts to empty the tub, “let’s get you dressed.”

“I-I can…I can do it,” she sniffles, her voice less shaky than before, “p-promise.”

“Are you certain?”

She nods; he offers her a sad smile, threading his arms beneath her knees and across her back. In one fluid motion, he lifts her out of the bathtub, placing her down on the bathmat.

“Can I get you anything? A hot water bottle? A warm blanket.”

“I-I’m okay,” she replies with a sad smile, “b-but thank you.”

“A big hug?”

“When I’m dressed,” she smiles softly, “I won’t be long.”

“Take your time,” he presses a loving kiss to her forehead, “I shall be downstairs if you should need me.”

“O-okay.”

Adrian exits the bathroom, pulling the door to behind him before making his way down the stairs, only pausing his descent when he reaches the bottom. He walks through the corridor, stopping outside the doors to the study. 

“He won’t come out.”

Adrian turns in the direction of the voice; a short, middle-aged woman appears from around the corner, wiping her floury hands on the material of her apron.

Amy’s mother.

“I took some biscuits in a few minutes ago; he was rather preoccupied with work, so I left them on the mantleplace.”

“I do hope that he is not overworking himself.”

“Oh, he definitely is.”

The woman takes a step forward, folding her arms across her midsection.

“How is she?”

“She has had a bath,” he replies, “she is still refusing to eat or drink, but hopefully the warmth of the bathwater will make her feel drowsy.”

“Amelia needs a good sleep,” she leans back against the radiator, “I left the soup simmering on a low boil. I didn’t want it to go cold in the case that she changes her mind.”

“I am hoping that will be before the evening is out,” he glances down at his watch, “it is 6pm.”

“Maybe we should start with a hot chocolate,” her mother suggests, “she told me once that they make her feel sleepy. We’d be keeping her hydrated and ensuring that she was getting as much rest as she possibly can. I could make some on the stove.”

“If that isn’t too much to ask.”

She waves her hand in dismissal, “she’s my daughter, Adrian. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for that girl.”

Adrian nods in acknowledgement, “would it be alright if we were to stay here until after the funeral? I feel like being surrounded by family would help Amelia through the next few weeks.”

“I was going to suggest that myself,” she collects a mug from the shelf, helping herself to some iced coffee from the fridge, “would you like anything to drink?”

“I was thinking about going to the store and getting some bits for Amelia,” he looks over at the stove, “she usually won’t say no to certain snacks, so maybe if I got some of those then she’d try to eat. It won’t exactly be nutritional... but it’s something.”

“She told me a couple of months ago that she liked Biscoff.”

“Specifically melted on waffles,” he smiles sadly, shaking his head as a memory starts to play out in his head, “with banana and whipped cream. Almost like a banoffee pie.”

“You could always try that…”

A floorboard creaks in the entryway, causing the pair to turn in the direction of the sound. Adrian’s face softens as Amy walks into the room, her arms wrapped around her torso.

“Hey, sweetie,” her mother pulls out the stool beside Adrian, offering a sympathetic smile; Amy takes her up on her offer, sliding onto the stool, her slender legs dangling slightly, just a little too short to reach the bar below, “can I get you some water?”

“I-is there still some soup?”

“Of course,” her mother heads back over to the stove, removing the lid from the pot, “would you like a bowl?”

“C-could I have some in a cup?” She asks, Adrian’s arm now encircling her waist, his hand resting just above her hip, “I don’t think I could finish a whole bowl.”

“They’re only small bowls,” her mother frowns.

“One step at a time,” Adrian replies softly, his utterance acting as a subtle reassurance for Amy’s mother; she nods in acceptance, returning to the task at hand. Adrian swivels his chair around to face her, placing his opposite hand on her thigh, “would you like one of the rolls too?”

“Do you have a tiny one?” She tries to imitate the shape of a circle with her fingers, “one around that size.”

“I’m afraid not, but I do have one that’s a little bigger. Like the size of a baked potato. I could cut it open, add some butter and warm it up for you.”

“Melted butter?”

“Would you like that?”

She nods faintly, “is…is that okay?”

“Sweetheart, it’s more than okay,” he slides off his seat, heading around to stand behind her; he kisses her cheek, “thank you for trying.”

“Here you go.”

A mug and spoon appear in front of her, almost full, the green liquid eliciting a pleasant aroma; Adrian notices Amy’s brow furrow as she investigates the contents.

“It has broccoli and cauliflower,” he adds, “peas and asparagus, also.”

“It smells nice,” she mumbles.

“I’m glad you think so,” he begins to prepare the roll, adding a cube of butter before placing it in the microwave; as he waits for it to ping, he turns around to face her, unable to contain the smile that begins to grace his lips as he watches her take a spoonful. “What do you think?”

“It’s good,” she returns his smile, “very green.”

“I used green vegetables,” after the ping, he retrieves the roll, placing it on a plate before heading back over to his chair, putting it down beside her. He sits, watching in anticipation as she lifts the mug, cradling it under her chin.

“Is it okay?”

She nods, “I’m just taking it slowly.”

“Forcing food down your throat when you haven’t eaten in so long will only make you feel worse,” her mother chimes, “try dipping some of the bread in the soup. You won’t regret it.”

Amy follows her mother’s advice and begins to tuck into her meal; Adrian remains beside her, watching closely.

“I was going to head to the grocery store and get you some things,” he looks back down at Amy’s mug, “it’s my turn to make dinner this evening, also. I was thinking about making a pie.”

“You are?”

“If I am able to work out how much of each ingredient to use,” he smiles brightly, “I have a particular recipe that I would like to try out.”

“Did you get it from a book?” Her mother asks inquisitively, “like one of those written by a fancy chef.”

“It’s actually my mother’s.”

Amy looks up at him, “c-can I come? To the store.”

“Would you like to?”

“I-I think fresh air might help,” she smiles sadly, “and it might wake me up a l-little bit.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” Her mother calls back, “y-you’ve only just got some food in you.”

“I think it might distract me from my brain,” she sighs, “and I can get something nice for dad.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, sweetheart.”

She places the mug down, having drunk half of its contents, three quarters of the bread roll untouched on the plate. Adrian frowns.

“Could you try to eat a little bit more?”

She shakes her head, “I feel full.”

“That’s not enough to fill you,” her mother interjects, “why don’t I put the soup in a takeaway cup that you can take in the car.”

“Is that okay?” She looks over at Adrian, “you just had your car cleaned.”

“Amy, you could spill an entire jar of pickles in my car and I wouldn’t care.”

“Pickle juice smells."

"But it would provide us with another funny story to tell people.”

"So is that a yes?"

Adrian nods rather enthusiastically, "that's an absolutely."

She smiles softly; he beams at her reaction, reaching up to cup her chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Come on then, you,” he leans in, capturing her lips with his own, “let’s go and get your coat.”

[vampirkit]

LUCYY AND KAMILAH SKETCH (+ lily and adrian)

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Meet My MC: Lyra Lexington

I'll edit this to make it cuter and more detailed while I play the story but here's what I have so far!

Nicknames: Ly, Little Miss Valedictorian, Doc, Lady, Queen

Born/Raised: Singapore -> New York -> Los Angeles

Books: Ride or Die, Queen B, Nightbound/Bloodbound, The Elementalists as a well-known Historian, and Crimes of Passion I and II (again, I haven't finished all of these books I just thought of this MC on the go)

Face Claim: Alyssa Raghu -> Naomi Scott/shredz55 (Insta)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Zodiac: Aquarius

Fashion Style: "Girl Next Door" with a hint of Bohemian Chic

Love Interest: Trystan Thorne

Past Relationships: Logan, Colt Kaneko, Professor Ian Kingsley, Nik Ryder, Violet Hale (OC) Past Flirtationships: Mona, Cal, Vera

Education/Major: BA in History at UC Berkeley; MA in Anthropology and Ph.D in Archeology at Harvard University; Magic Training at Pendergast College of Elemental Magicks

Family:

Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother: Desire and Decorum MC Great Great Great Grandmother: The Unexpected Heiress MC Godparents: Adrian Raines and Evelyn "Evie" Rouge Father(s): Lord Elric; Detective Antonio Lexington (FC: TBD) Mother: Lilavati "Lila" Solaris (FC: Nayanthara) Half-Brother: Tialo Maternal Cousin: My Queen B OC/The Elementalists MC Children (Twins): Amber Marguerite Thorne and Alice Nayeli Thorne Pet: Arcane (A Perrikin)

Backstory

Lilavati left her extremely controlling family after leaving for college to major in Economics, where she met Adrian Raines, and the two became close friends (she was already dating Lyra's father and unknowingly pregnant). As far as her family knows, she's a Board Member/Head of Business for Raines Corporation. In actuality, she's a witch who eventually started working as a kind of supernatural diplomat to ensure peace between supernatural beings, which ended up being for the NYC vampire clans. She's under the vampire clans' protection (but she associates most with Adrian since they're the closest). She was extremely happy for Adrian when he met Evie and fell deeply in love with her. After Lyra is born, she asks Adrian and Evie to be her godparents. In my head, Evie shows up at some point during Nightbound in the Priya Lacroix scene and mentions how much Lyra reminded her of her mother (it took Lyra a second to recognize who Evie was because it's been a while but she knew Evie was a familiar figure). Antonio blames Adrian and Evie (and the rest of the BB crew) for his wife's death and ensures they stay away from his daughter by moving to a smaller home in LA.

Fun Facts:

She's a very talented Carnatic singer! Her extended family wanted her to continue but as much as she loves to sing, she didn’t want to pursue it as part of her future

She is fluent in English and Spanish but proficient in Telugu, Malayalam, Tamil, and Dravokian. She learned Spanish from her father and Telugu, Malayalam, and Tamil from her mother. Her parents spoke those languages at home alongside English, but she became less fluent in the languages her mother spoke after she died. And after marrying Trystan, she obviously learned Drakovian

She’s from a wealthy family, or technically her mother was, but she left her old life to have her freedom before Lyra’s older cousins were even born. Lyra herself has an even larger inheritance after her mother died, but her father didn’t feel comfortable using her family money “irresponsibly.” She plans to use that money for her education.

[harbingerofdespair]

Top 5 choices books

Bloodbound

Ride or die

Immortal desires

Blades of light and shadow

Queen B

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

I have been waiting for your Birthday to give you this for months, I can't wait that long anymore. Consider this your early BDay gift.

Old Friends unite

Nightbound and Bloodbound are visual stories from the @playchoices App created by Pixelberry Studios. For reading the stories download the Choices App from the App Store or Google Play. The characters and places are owned by Pixelberry except of those which I created myself to give the story a special touch. Plus, mynotsohealtyobsession gave me the permission to showcast her Bloodbound Main character and OC too as part of a birthday gift for her. Mynotsohealtyobsession, I hope you will like this.

Female Main Characters: Alex Clarissa Fontaine (Nightbound) & Amy Raines (Bloodbound) with Zuri Raines [formerly Amy Miller]

Pairing: Nik RyderxAlex (f!MC) & Adrian Raines×Amy (f!MC)

Summary: Nik and Alex meet Adrian and Amy.

Word counting: less than 500 words

Rating: General

Warnings: none

Nik Ryder stormed inside Raines Corp. with his crossbow, followed by his partner, Alex. Both travel with the elevator to the highest floor of the crystalline building where they reach the top floor to finally meet the person they were looking for.

"Senator Raines, Nik Ryder is my name, nighthunter from New Orleans and we need to talk.", he told him with in serious voice.

"Mister Ryder, what a pleasure to meet you. You could have informed me about your arrival, I have a meeting soon."

"I don't care, you're a clan leader of the vampires. Your job is to control them but these bloodsuckers in NOLAS..."

"Amy? Amy Miller, is that you?!!"

"Alex, it's you!!! Yes, I'm Amy and it's good to see you. How's Kristin? And what're you doing here?", Amy asked and gave her old friend an hug to greet her. Both college friends were really happy meeting eachother after so long.

"You two know eachother?"

"Yes, Adrian. Meet one of my old friends, Alex Fontaine. Alex, meet my husband, Adrian Raines which means I'm now Amy Raines. Not Amy Miller anymore."

"Husband? Wow, you're married with senator?", she asked and then glanced at Nik who hasn't even proposed her yet. Then a question hit in her mind and turned her focus back on Amy and Adrian. "But wait, aren't vampires evil?"

"Don't worry, Adrian is a good vampire who supports humans. Well, it's a long story too. We need to catch up because I'm also interested to know how you ended up with a nighthunter."

"Yes, Alex, I am a good vampire. It is nice to meet you. Any friend of my wife is a friend of mine. And friends don't barge inside someone's office, right blondie?", Adrian shook hands with Alex and stared annoyingly at Nik.

"Nik Ryder is my name, not blondie."

"Hey Alex, wanna meet our Zuri? Adrian and I adopted her. She's with Lily right now."

"Eeeeek, you even adopted a child!!! Vampires are awesome! I mean, how cute and caring, I want children too!!!! Soooooo... Yes, please, show me Zuri Raines.", Alex got emotional by the idea of beeing married and having children. But she got really excited to meet her friend's new child.

"Rookie, wait...", his voice got cut when Adrian placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Alex is in safe hands. Let her catch up with Amy while we both discuss our matter with vampires of New Orleans, if you're still interested that is...?", Adrian asked Nik.

"And your meeting?"

"I can handle that, don't worry. Please, take a seat."

Both gentlemen decided to keep their diffrences and anger aside and to discuss how to make the world a much safer place, while Amy and Alex spent a nice time together.

Sweetie, this was so good! I appreciate that you took your time to do it and that you have my birthday so present! I love the interaction between the characters, and even Zuri made it into it!! When Adrian called Nik blondie, killed me 🤣🤣

I'm going to be honest here, this couldn't come in a better time. My grandma suddenly passed away this last Friday. She was my everything, we chat almost every day, and I couldn't even say goodbye to her. The fact that you have me so present and take the time to write this is simply precious for me.

Thank you so much for this wonderful fic! And for always being around ♥️

[kamilah-is-queen]

I’m open to asks and fic requests if anyone out there wants to spam my inbox… 😁

I figured I’d broaden my horizons a little, to try and help keep other stans happy, so I’ll be happy to write for any BloodBound character. I’ll just make a note to make different sections on my masterlist for the different pairings.

And yes, your asks will be answered within a week, that’s a promise. I’ve got a few weeks left till I get busy again, so hurry!

[olive-wolive]

I will be listing the fandoms I write for and the main characters that I focus on. I may add more in the future as I tend to get easily attached to characters. THIS TOOK FOREVER!!!!!! You can request <3 from the list or if you think I may know a character I can be willing to do it

MHA

Persona 5

Persona 4

Persona 3

Nekopara

Genshin Impact

Kingdom Hearts

One Punch Man

Oshi No Ko

Stranger Things

Our Life(coveeee<3)

Demon Slayer

Mystic Messenger

Fruits Basket

Re: Zero − Starting Life in Another World

Honkai Starrail

Assassination Classroom

Cowboy Bepop

Saiki K

Death Note

Red Dead Redemption 2

Life Is Strange

Komi Can't Communicate

Tokyo Ghoul

Lollipop Chainsaw

Peacemaker

Chainsaw Man As for characters

Saki(you know by the name)

Ryuji(persona 5)

Kanji(persona 4)

Denji(chainsaw man)

Power(chainsaw man)

Aki(chainsaw man)

Chie(persona 4)

Ai(persona 4)

Ren(persona 5)

Goro Akechi(persona 5)

Yusuke(persona 5)

Yosuke)persona 4)

Sae(persona 5)

Shiho(persona 5)

Ann(persona 5)

Makoto(persona 5)

Rise(persona 4)

Yukiko(persona 4)

Marie(persona 4)

Aigis(persona 3)

Akihiko(persona 3)

Junpei(persona 3)

Shinjiro(persona 3)

Makoto(persona 3)

Haru(persona 5)

Spike(Cowboy bebop)

Vanilla(Nekopara)

Coconut(Nekopara)

Naoto(persona 4)

Yu (persona 4)

Eddie(Stranger things)

Steve(stranger things)

Zen(mystic messenger)

707(mystic messenger)

Saeran(mystic messenger)

Jumin(mystic messenger)

Cove(our life)

Chole(life is strange)

Light (death note)

L(death note)

Komi

Najimi(komi cant communicate)

Tadano(komi cant communicate)

rem(re-zero)

ram(re-zero)

emila(re-zero)

Subaru(re-zero)

Felix(re-zero)

Otto)re-zero)

Arthur Morgan(red dead 2)

Jing Yuan(honkai star rail)

Dang Heng(honkai star rail)

Bronya(honkai star rail)

Gepard(honkai star rail)

Himeko(honkai star rail)

March 7th(honkai star rail)

Natasha(honkai star rail)

Sampo(honkai star rail)

Welt(honkai star rail)

Caelus(honkai star rail)

Yanqing(honkai star rail)

Serval(honkai star rail)

Xiao(genshinimpact)

Zhongli(genshinimpact)

Venti(genshinimpact)

Yoimiya(genshinimpact)

Kaeya(genshinimpact)

Diluc(genshinimpact)

Razor(genshinimpact)

Bennet(genshinimpact)

Albedo(genshinimpact)

Eula(genshinimpact)

Mika(genshinimpact)

Ayaka(genshinimpact)

Kazuha(genshinimpact)

Raiden(genshinimpact)

Thoma(genshinimpact)

Gorou(genshinimpact)

Itto(genshinimpact)

Yae Miko(genshinimpact)(mommy)

Ayato(genshinimpact)

Heizou(genshinimpact)

Tighnari(genshinimpact)

NILOUUUU(genshinimpact)

Cyno(genshinimpact)

Layla(genshinimpact)

Scaramouche(genshinimpact)

Alhaitham(genshinimpact)

Kaveh(genshinimpact)

Juliet(lollipop chainsaw)

Nick(lollipop chainsaw)

Mariska(lollipop chainsaw)

Swan(lollipop chainsaw) (what he's hot)

Sora(kingdom hearts)

Namine(kingdom hearts)

Riku(kingdom hearts)

Aqua(oshi no ko)

Tanjiro(demon slayer)

Giyu(demon slayer)

Inosuke(demon slayer)

Obanai(demon slayer)

Tengen(demon slayer)

Mitsuri(demon slayer)

Akaza(demon slayer)

Kyojuro(demon slayer)

Zenitsu(demon slayer)

Cove(Ourlife)

Bakugo(MHA)

Deku(MHA)

Shoto(MHA)

All Might(MHA)

Dabi(MHA)

Tenya(MHA)

Denki(MHA)

Mirio(MHA)

Eijiro(MHA)

Ochaco(MHA)

Toga(MHA)

Hawks(MHA)

Satiama(one-punch)

genos(one-punch)

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic(one-punch)

Amai(one-punch)

Yuki(fruits-basket)

Kyo(fruits-basket)

Tohru(fruits-basket)

Hatsuharu(fruits-basket)

Shigure(fruits-basket)

Hatori(fruits-basket)

Nagisa(assassination-class)

Karma(assassination-class)

Itona(assassination-class)

Tomohito(assassination-class)

Yuma(assassination-class)

Ken(tokyo ghoul)

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase(peace maker)

Bye bye!