#adam x eve olla

[auryn-l-moony]

Only Lovers Left Alive

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[smile-eywa]

I NEED HELP ON FINDING A FIC

So it was Adam (only lovers left alive) x reader. It basically was Adam finding reader after they've been turned into a vampire and left to die. So Adam takes her to his house and helps her to adapt and it's a bit hard since she refuses to drink blood and isolates herself in a room. There's no Eve in the story. it's a one shot and I have searched tags everywhere, I thought @ladyfluff was the author but I don't think so anymore after scrolling for so long lol.

[dyns33]

Flufftober 4 - Only lovers left alive

Adam x Eve x Reader 

           "They came back."

           "The zombies ? I thought they came often, which really pisses you off all the time."

           "No. It's different. It's the little zombies."

Y/N looked up from her book to stare at Adam, who was circling the living room like a cat defending its territory, passing by the window to look through the curtain to see if the intruders had finally left. Eve didn't move, as she hadn't moved when someone rang, continuing to stroke Y/N's hair while humming.

It might sound strange, but since living with ​​vampires Y/N had lost track of time. Her days had turned into nights, the hours seemed to either go by terribly fast, or stand still for an eternity, and so she hadn't realized that Halloween night had arrived.

She could have guessed that it was a night that Adam hated even more than the others. Children, or 'little zombies' as he called them, kept coming asking for candy when they saw that there was some light.

           "They threw eggs." grumbled Adam, pressing his nose against the window. "On the door, and on my car."

           "That's what happens when you don't give them a treat. You get a trick."

           "It's a collector's car, very old, very precious. Next time, I'll open the door and eat one as an example."

           "We don't eat little zombies. Eve, tell him we don't eat little zombies."

           "Listen to our darling, love." she said continuing to play with her hair as if nothing had happened.

           "... Not even a finger ? To stop them from coming ?"

Of course, Adam wasn't really serious. He knew what would happen if he hurt a child. Not only was it wrong, he had never hurt a little zombie, when he was still a zombie himself and after his transformation, but also because even more zombies would disturb their serenity.

They might even have to move. Which he didn't want at all. He hated travelling even more than he hated humans.

Small humans in particular.

For her part, Eve still said nothing. She didn't really like mortals, but they fascinated her sometimes. She always wondered what incredible they were going to invent the next day. But not a word about the children.

           "You... Did you have children ?"

The two vampires turned to her, oblivious to the screams that echoed in the street.

           "I mean, before. Or after. Not in a conventional way of course, I understood that it was not possible, but by transforming them? Or is it prohibited perhaps ? I imagine that it is not a good idea to change a child. You wanted to have some ? You... Want to have some ?"

The couple said nothing, each suddenly looking at the other. Obviously they had never had this discussion, or very quickly, a very long time ago, and they had wanted to forget it.

Y/N then quickly changed the subject, asking if they had ever tried making blood candy. While Adam grimaced and indignantly thought of such horror, Eve remained silent.

Later, when Detroit was totally asleep and the musician was taking advantage of the calm to compose a new song while wearing his headphones, Y/N got up to face Eve.

           "You... You wanted children, didn't you ?"

           "You're funny, darling. Where do you get such an idea ? With Ava, Adam, and now you, I already have a lot of work. But to answer you clearly, no, never."

           "Really ?"

           "Really. However... Adam wanted some. At first."

           "Adam wanted children ?" Y/N whispered loudly, not sure if he could hear them through his headphones.

           "At first, as I just told you. He was devastated to learn that I couldn't biologically have one. Of course, he almost immediately talked about adoption. Then I turned him, he saw the world with my eyes and he gradually changed his mind. I'm not sure he really wanted a child. It was more the idea of ​​creating something with me, and we've created a lot together since."

           "It's still a bit sad."

           "Maybe. But it would also have been a lot of fear and argument. Beings like us avoid getting attached to too many people. It's so easy to lose our loved ones. Not only did he not want a child anymore, but for a long time Adam didn't want to see anyone but me. A real hermit. He only spoke to people if it was necessary, or if they were really exceptional, so very infrequently."

With a big smile, Eve then rubbed her head against Y/N's like a cat, to show her all her affection, and make her understand that she was special.

The three of them now formed a small family. Soon they would transform her, and they would be together forever, even when they weren't together, happy to know they would meet again at some point. .

They didn't need children for that.

           "I still wonder if Adam would have been a good father. I mean, I know he would, but I imagine him being very stressed."

           "Oh, darling, you know him so well." Eve purred, kissing her. "You just have to see how he behaves as soon as you have to leave the house. With a child it would be much worse. And you have to be prepared. When you're like us, he won't let you go anywhere alone for at least a century."

           "You're kidding ?"

           "No, she's not kidding." Adam replied, continuing to play the violin, still wearing his headphones and turning his back to them.

           "You are not my father !"

           "I don't see the connection. Zombies are dangerous, the world is dangerous, I'm only careful."

           "It's just excessive." translated their lover. "Don't worry, I'll be there to calm him down, so you can fly on your own. Even if I'll still be attentive. I don't want anything to happen to you either. "

           "It seems to me that we are all fine only because you are here to make sure of it." half joked Y/N.

This made Adam groan, who seemed to decide that he had composed enough for the night, and that he too deserved a little attention, going to slump between Y/N and Eve, silently asking for caresses and kisses.

They were going to meet his expectations when there was a very loud knock on the door.

           "Trick or Treat !" shouted adults several times, visibly drunk.

           "... I was wrong, big zombies are just as terrible as little zombies." mumbled Adam. "They're there later at night, and they're harder to scare."

           "And they'll piss on your car."

           "... I'll eat one, as a warning !"

Despite his best efforts, Adam couldn't get up, caught by his two lovers who held him down until the intruders left, showering him with all the love they could.

Adam was almost not angry the next day, when he had to wash his precious car with lot of water, the smell was unbearable for him.

[megthemewlingquim]

adam and eve

this masterlist is all one big story, one between you, adam, and eve. think of it as a collection of one shots that could be read as a series. these one shots, as they are written, will be put here in the order in which i intend them to be read, if you wanted to read them as one big story. you do not have to read it as such, (it isn't a full series) but i personally like it this way. happy reading <3.

note: i will not be writing threesome smut written for this specific grouping of characters.

Stars

[lokis-leah]

Adam - Only Lovers Left Alive (2013)

[chocnat]

Currently watching Only Lovers Left Alive for I think the second time around with the thought that I think I watched this before, when I was in college.

Now my 25 y.o ass is fully enjoying this experience. And Tom Hiddleston's voice here is just AHSJDJWBDJKSBWHSGSJANBSHAJSGSJSBEJDBDJDJDNSJJSJAHAIABSNDJDBDJD I'm having a melt-down

Also, I wanna know how long Tom Hiddleston mastered the instruments.

[terry-perry]

Preyed Upon pt. 3

As always, (majority of) OCs were created by @ladyfluff​. Give her a follow if you haven’t already.

Also as always, enjoy the read!

They didn’t know what their next move could be after they left Raymond’s place, and all remained silent as they went back to Y/N’s apartment with more than millions of thoughts swimming in each of their heads. Once they got there, they each went about the place like mindless drones, still not one of them saying a word. With Peter being the most active on autopilot, he scurried over to the kitchen and looked through the fridge and cupboards. Luckily he was able to find some things to help keep him occupied for the time being.

Cooking had always been a way for him to cope with tension-filled situations since it was something that kept him busy and his mind at ease. Which was why not long after, when the place began to produce a sweet smelling aroma from the desserts being made, he had a moment where he was feeling a form of contentment. That was until reality came back in the form of Adam.

“What are you doing?” He had asked, looking around the kitchen and witnessing the various ingredients and plates of snacks already made.

“Thought I’d make a little something for Ian,” Peter said. “I’m sure he hasn’t eaten anything since...all this.”

“It looks like a bakery in here, Peter,”

“Well maybe he’s one of those zombies that stress eats!”

Peter let out a sudden, irritated huff and put down the mixing bowl he had been stirring on the counter. It was harsher than intended, with some of the batter jumping out. The two stood there in awkward silence after his outburst, waiting for one of them to at least remotely address the situation they were in.

“Where’s Eve?” Peter asked.

“In the bedroom, having a bit of a row with Ava,”

“What are they arguing about?”

“Eve’s trying to push her into trying to remember whatever can be useful in finding Y/N. While also chastising her over her taste in men,” Adam explained, a ghost of an amused smirk appearing. “Where’s Rowan?”

“In one of the other rooms, talking to a neighbor of ours that’s watching over the pups while we’re gone,”

Neither had asked about the whereabouts of Ian, having seen him go straight up to the roof while mumbling about having a smoke. So seeing no other way to beat around the bush, the younger brother had decided to express what had been on his mind for some time now. 

“Do you remember the first person from our past life that we saw die?” He inquired, almost expecting Adam to not answer. “After we’d been around for a good while?”

“Henry,” Adam responded with.

Peter confirmed with a quiet nod. Their parents had died long before their brother did, but they didn’t include them since they each passed away about five years or so after the three siblings were turned. Although they didn’t attend either of their funerals, it wouldn’t have raised too much suspicion if they had. With Henry, however, it was already a good 40+ years when they caught wind of his nearing death and decided to pay him a visit. Funny enough, it was Y/N that had insisted on going to see him.

“He was just a senile old man on his deathbed,” Peter recalled, sounding so far away. “Didn’t even bat an eye to us looking the way we did.”

He gave a bitter and tight-lipped smile as he remembered the final moments they each shared with their late brother; taking a withered hand and smiling down at him on the raised bed. He had managed to raise his tired eyes that could only widen slightly from seeing his estranged siblings.

“Sweet sister, you’ve grown to be quite the beauty,” he had expressed in a croaking version of his younger voice.

“Adam, you’re due for a shave...Ah, little Peter...I use that term ironically now,”

They had let him spew out tales from their childhood and young adulthood. Peter shook his head a bit when remembering the way Henry had babbled in an almost child-like way, giving his spin on the way he tormented the family growing up. He had always been the one that was more of a bully with the way he “playfully” picked on everyone.

“He was such an asshole,” Peter remarked. “Probably the biggest one when we were kids. But I was still sad to see him go.”

Adam heard the sadness in his voice. He knew he didn’t like to talk about their past lives very often since there weren’t much fond memories to look back on. So it was rare for them to talk about the family that had been dead and gone for centuries now.

“Y/N has always been the good one,” Peter went on to say, appearing to be quite spaced out. “Since the day she was born, she had been so sweet. I don’t know where she could’ve gotten it from. The rest of us  were full of such meanness and resentment.”

“You, at least, had a reason to be bitter,” Adam brought up lamely.

But he was able to see what he meant. Y/N was always someone with a kind heart; an open-minded free spirit that always had at least an ounce of empathy for people. It didn’t matter who you were, she would do what she could to understand you and the things you did. It’s why even when they struggled with seeing eye-to-eye about certain things, they always had been able to confide in her when it came to their deepest emotional thoughts. Whether it be Peter talking to her about his sexuality for the first time, or her helping Adam be momentarily distracted from his darkening thoughts, she was always the light of the family.

“I just keep thinking,” Peter suddenly choked out. “What’s going to happen if we can’t...how we’d react if she-”

“Oi, don’t think something like that for even a second! We’re not going to let that bastard get the best of us.”

“Adam, face facts! He’s got her locked up somewhere and is most likely torturing her every time one toe is out of place. He’s already winning!”

“He isn’t winning!” Adam argued, his voice rising. “The only way he will is if we continue with all this negative thinking. And since that’s coming from me, that should tell you plenty about how much you need to lighten the fuck up.”

The tension grew after that outburst, as though that were possible. Anyone else would’ve been shocked or hurt by the way his stoic demeanor broke so harshly, but Peter only rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I just don’t see how we’ll be able to get her back,”

“There might be a way,” Eve called out.

They turned and found her standing in front of them with a sulking Ava by her side. 

“Ava has something she needs to say,”

“If it’s an apology, I’m not really in the mood for it,” Adam grumbled. Peter just resumed stirring his mix. It’s not that they blamed her for this situation, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t more than a little upset with her for bringing Raymond back into their lives. Despite multiple warnings to do otherwise.

“I don’t know where Raymond’s keeping Y/N,” Ava started with. “But I know someone that might,”

That drew their attention back.

----

Everyone had gathered into the living room to hear what Ava had to say.

“A couple days ago before this all happened, Raymond had gone to see Victor,”

“Victor?” Adam inquired. “Are you sure?”

“The guy’s been living in the same place in Brooklyn for over 70 years. I’m sure. I don’t know what he asked from him since I was left in the car while he went inside, but I’m certain whatever it was helped with getting Y/N to wherever she is now.”

“Wait, who’s Victor?” Ian asked.

“He’s someone like us that has been known to get things,” Peter told him. “There’s hardly anything he can’t get his hands on. Especially for the right price.” He threw a question of his own to the rest of the group. “But you don’t suppose he’d actually do business with Raymond, do you?”  

“Only if he wasn’t told everything,” Adam stated. “You know Victor, he doesn’t ask a lot of questions if you flash enough cash his way to keep his mouth shut. He probably doesn’t even know about Y/N.”

“Most likely not. He wouldn’t have sold anything to the asshole if he did.”

“So what now?” Rowan asked next. “Do we just go over to Victor’s and ask him what he may or may not know?”

“It’s better than doing nothing,” Adam reasoned. “If anything, we can go over and see what he has in stock that might help somehow.”

He took a glance at the window, estimating how much was left of the night. “I’ll go there myself, but the rest of you should get some sleep,”

“No, I’m going too,” Peter claimed.

“Are you sure?”

He stepped over to him, a sheepish smile forming on his face. “You were right before. We’re not going to let him get the best of us. We’re going to get her back.”

Adam didn’t say anything except nod in agreement. But then he was spun around by Eve who gave him a worried expression.

“Adam-”

“There’s no sense in all of us going,” he interrupted her with his explanation while giving pleading eyes of his own. “I don’t know what kind of information will be handed to us, or what situation we’ll be landing ourselves in. But I’ll contact you as  soon as I can. Just stay here, please?”

“The things I do for you,” she uttered in return. They then shared a good, loving kiss.

“Hopefully we’ll be back in a night or so,” Peter meanwhile assured his own love. “And if things go well, Y/N will be with us too.”

“I’ll try my best to not worry,” Rowan could only half-joke about that. “And I’ll keep you updated about the babies while you’re away.”

“Thank you,”

“I’m going too,” Ian piped up, getting up from the couch.

“Ian, it’s probably best that you stay here-”

“Yeah, no offense Adam, but I wasn’t asking permission,”

That definitely caught everyone off guard.

“Look, I know you guys are way smarter and stronger than I am -- and there’s still a lot I don’t know about your kind -- but I can still be useful. I want to be, anyway. Because she’s my girl, I want to do what I can to save her.” 

 Adam peered over to Peter who just shrugged and gave him a look that said it was his call. He went back to look at Ian.

“All right, but stay close. I’m sure Victor will be able to supply you with a gun, if needed. You ever use one?”

“Does a paintball gun count?”

“Sure,” Peter answered him with that same weak smile on his face. “We should probably get going before it gets light out.” He returned to Rowan and shared a few more parting words.

Ian stood off to the side as he watched Adam and Peter share goodbyes with their partners. He did his best to ignore the twinge in his heart that came from doing so while also doing what he could to avoid the wandering thought of how he should’ve done better in savoring the last moment he shared with Y/N...

----

Y/N ran her fingers through Ian’s hair while his face stayed hidden in her neck. With his weight on her, she could easily feel his thundering heart as he continued to catch his breath. She started giggling when he lightly rubbed his nose against her cheek. She had no choice but to turn and share several lazy kisses with him. They broke apart eventually, going on to look at each other with hooded eyes and sated smiles.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, still a little out of breath.

“You always say that,” she teased, sliding her arms further down to hug him closer to her.

“That’s because it’s always amazing,”

He gave her one more kiss then rolled off her to go on his side of the bed. They had spent majority of that night between the sheets, only taking breaks every so often to wash themselves off, share a smoke, cuddle or let him recharge with some food. They made love through the dark hours until the transition of the first morning lights when slept it all off.

Had he known that that would’ve possibly been the last time, he would’ve made more of an effort to memorize her movement, the noises she made. He would’ve stayed up a little longer to watch the peaceful way she slept, the cute way her face would subtly twitch from the dreams she had. Had he known what was to come, he would’ve tried harder to keep them in bed. 

----

Adam glanced up towards the rearview mirror and caught sight of Ian in the backseat, still lost in thought since leaving the apartment. Did he even realize they had left? When he turned to look at Peter in the passenger seat, he saw that he was checking on him too. They shared a look with each other afterwards, seeming to be thinking the same thing.

It was usually smarter for their kind to not get too close to many people, safer. But the ones they did have in their lives were always going to be the ones they stayed loyal to and kept safe. The brothers might’ve failed in keeping Y/N away from Raymond’s clutches, but they were going to do everything in their power to get her back. And they were also going to do what they could to make sure Ian was well taken care of. They knew she would’ve done the same if it was Eve or Rowan in his position.

So they made a silent agreement on the way that no matter what happened, he would be protected and come back in one piece.

[mellowgirl01]

💕☕MasterList☕💕

Keys: Fluff-☁   Smut-❣   Fluff/smut-🌦   Angst-🖤 Fluff/Angst-🌺  All of the above-💖💋

🍷SWEET WINE🍷

🌸SUGAR AND SPICE🌹

Loki:

The woman & The Devil❣

Tom:

The Unforgettable🖤

Female Loki:

Adam And Eve:

Deep Blue Velvet - ☁

💖Others💖

💖Third💖

Isle 4-9 - ☁

[auryn-l-moony]

Ok, I've tried something ^^' :

[smile-eywa]

UPDATE ON FIC SEARCH

I think I found the description and Title

"Suit Yourself" "Adam runs into an unexpected site while roaming the city streets. He finds you, an abandoned newborn vampire."

And as you can see I found it whit a search in Google that throws the tag of #eve only lovers left alive. I already searched for it and I couldn't find it in the tag. I don't remember the author either,most of the works under that tag are from @dyns33 who has great stuff too btw.

Pleaseee,if anyone remembers the author tell me haha. This is one of my comfort fics that's why I'm so desperate lol

[dyns33]

Y/N : "Before all this mess, there was Adam..." 

Adam : "Hmm ?" 

Y/N : "And Eve..." 

Eve : "Feeling biblical tonight darling ?" 

Y/N : "And Steve !" 

Adam : "... Steve ?" 

Eve : "Haha. You got me here." 

Adam : "... Who is Steve ? What's happening ?"

Eve : "Don't worry baby." 

Adam : "You know this Steve too ? How ? Where ? When ? He's one of the others ? He tried to touch Y/N ? He... Y/N, you love him ? No. No ! You're ours ! I'll fight Steve !" 

Y/N : "... Oh boy. Adam, wait, calm down." 

Eve : "No darling, don't tell him yet, it's too funny." 

Adam : "Where is he ?!" 

Y/N : "He'll sulk when we will tell him." 

Eve : "He always sulk." 

Adam : "Is Steve better than me ???"

(This joke only works if your name is not Steve, I'm sorry)

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Star eyed. (Adam olla x reader)

*so @ladyfluff had an anon talk about Edgar Allan Poe and I wrote a thing based on it. Idk I love Adam and OLLA.*

Adam sat on the sofa, his fingers running through his mortal lovers hair, her eyes trained on him as he whispered the same tale of how he had helped write her favorite Poe story, The raven.

He had told her the same tale he had to guess over a million times by now, but she still looked at him in wonder every single time, her eyes sparkling as he recounted the nights spent sitting in the grey study Poe wrote in, the dreary feelings the poet just spewed in waves, Adam never failed to make his mortal lover gasp when he said he thought of the raven idea, her eyes widening and a small little gasp exiting her mouth.

“And Poe, the drunk he was, looked at me, his eyes, almost black, like a ravens feather, he looked me up and down and nodded. ‘A raven? Adam...brilliant’ and he smiled. It was the only time I saw him smile besides when he talked of Virginia, you would have liked her, she was a kind soul, they loved each other in a way, as Poe said, that was more then love. He was brilliant, but so broken deep inside after her death. I had to save him from freezing to death a few times. He would sit at her grave for hours, they had love that was so much more then love.”

Adam looked down at his soft little zombie, her eyes soft with sleepiness as tended to happen when he told his stories to her, often referring to his voice like sleeping pills. Leaning down he pressed his lips to her forehead, moving slowly to her nose, then her cheeks, finally landing on her lips.

“Thank you, for indulging me. I love hearing you speak about the friends you had. It’s amazing. Truly.” Smiling Adam sighed

“I will tell you anytime you ask even if it’s the fifteen millionth time I have told you the story.”

Eve leaned against the doorway, her hand against her lips, a gentle smile on her face. Her husband and soul mate had found a small shred of happiness, a soft, wonderful, little zombie, as the couple liked to call their mortal lover, she loved to listen to eve speak of the time before time, of the inquisition and the Black Plague, but Eve knew she had a favor toward hearing Adam speak of his time with Poe or Tesla, his short meeting of Emily Dickinson.

Though Eve never tired of how Adam spoke and told the stories, she knew their sweet lover was just the person Adam needed, he recounted the tales and times and she was starry eyed at him, her hands clutching Adams arm thrown over her chest, his fingers slowly moving through her hair. Often she would fall asleep, a small smile on her face.

“Well this is a sight I will never tire of.” Walking forward Eve leaned over the back of the sofa, kissing Adam softly before leaning further over to press a soft kiss to Y/Ns forehead.

“You need sleep though, our little mortal” the soft groan made the two vampires chuckle,

“Yes, you do, we’ll come lay with you until you fall asleep if you want.” Eve smiled at her quick nod. Making there way to the bedroom Adam tucked her right into his chest, the common way y/n liked to sleep, face pressed to Adams front, Eve softy placed behind her, secure and protected by her immortal lovers.

Eve watched Adam, his fingers moving in slow circles over the sleeping girls back,

“She never tires of the same stories, always so star eyed as of it was the first telling again.” Adam nodded looking at his wife,

“I want to keep her forever Eve, I want to....I’m selfish for wanting to keep her forever but. I want her, with us, until the end.” Eve sighed nodding her hand moving to grasp her husbands softly.

“I want that too. But it has to be on her terms. She hasn’t asked yet about it, when she does, we’ll know then, and only then will we figure out how and when. For now, let’s enjoy her warmth, she is so warm, and soft, beautiful.”

Adam nodded his eyes slipping closed

“Our little zombie. Forever”

[megthemewlingquim]

Poly fic Eve x reader x Adam

Stars

Summary: You, Adam and Eve go out into the middle of nowhere and look at the stars.

Pairing: Adam x Reader x Eve

Warnings: A given for Adam — some harsh language.

A/N: Alright, let's try something new. There is a footnote here, but you don't even have to pay attention to it if you don't want to.

"Hey, uh, Adam?"

The musician looks upward as you make your way into the doorway of his living room. He is currently hitting a guitar with a cello bow. Experimenting in D minor. "Yeah?" he asks, his eyes soft.

"Eve wants to know if we can go out tonight. She says it's going to be a lovely night for the stars. Cassiopeia is going to be out, since it's fall now."

He blinks. "Where are we gonna go?"

"Er... just around the corner. We could even just go in the backyard if you want." Your voice is quiet, shy. You didn't mean to interrupt him with his work.

"There are wolves around here," he says blankly. "We're gonna have to go a little further than around the corner. Tell her I'm ready to go when you guys are."

You nod, then go out of the room. You hear another D minor chord as you leave. It sounds pretty, but sad, as most minor chords do.

"What did he say?" says Eve, her eyes bright and curious. Her hair is tied up, and her gloves are on the table.

"He said we should go out further than the backyard because of the wolves. But he's all ready to go."

She nods. "Ah. Okay. You're ready, love?"

"Yep," you say with a grin. "I'm ready."

"Good." Her voice is honey, melodic and sweet. White smile and wrinkle covered face — smiling and laughing can do that to you. She reaches out and caresses your cheek a little.

And for a moment, you know she can sense the love you feel for the both of them, the husband and wife that let you in and told you their secret, the couple that, somehow, loves you in the same way that they love each other.

"Ready?" asks Adam, coming around the corner. His face is covered by shadows, and his eyes show a single star in them, a tiny ball of white.

You smile. "Yeah. Do you want to bring your lute?"

"I've already put it in the backseat."

Eve chuckles at that. "I'm surprised you're actually going. I thought you'd want to stay inside, because of the humans that come around."

"No," Adam says, his face remaining still. "Ian took care of them before Ava came around."

You nod, not saying anything after that. Ian is still a tough topic for Adam, understandably.

"Besides," Adam says, his straight line of a mouth tilting upward into a smile just a little, "I'd rather spend time with my loves anyway."

Loves. That's always something that a little part of you will doubt. The plural that Adam speaks of.

Eve's hand drifts down to your own hand, and squeezes it gently. "Now, darling," she says, her voice feather light and whispery, "I don't know what you're thinking, only what you're feeling. But now is not the time for doubt. Let's go have some fun, yeah?"

You smile, nod your head once. "Sure!"

Adam leads you and Eve out of the house, his gloved hand trailing behind him to connect with Eve's. Her arm is likewise stretched behind her to lock hands with you. A train, you think.

Today is a day where you are in the backseat. Adam and Eve sit in their usual seats, driver and passenger. Tomorrow, you will all rotate, and you will drive, with Adam next to you and Eve behind you. So it goes. Equal time with everyone in the car.

"Where to, love?" Eve asks. While they discuss where to go, you put your seat belt on and glance over at the lute next to you — which is laying on the seat facing forward, almost like a little person. It does have a voice, you think. And an age. And Adam does call it a he.

You run your hand over the ginormous fretboard just like Eve would, careful not to even scratch it.

The car starts to move.

It doesn't take too long for you to end up near an empty field. Adam drives off of the road when he thinks the spot is right, and you glance out of the window to actually look at where you are.

Long, light brown grass that sticks up and waves in the gentle breeze, a deep blue sky with a little bit of a lighter blue in the west, and stars.

Stars, little white balls of gas that are clustered together, or all spread out in the sky, langourously, like Eve on her husband's lap.

And there are millions of them.

Eve glances back at you, and, seeing that you're looking out to your right, turns to look as well. She gasps, a little excited sigh leaving her.

"Oh, it's beautiful!"

Adam puts the car in park, the old stick shift jerking clumsily as he grips it. "I have blankets too, so we can go on the car hood. Or the roof. Dunno."

"I call the roof!" you say, excitedly. "Is — is that okay?"

They nod, and as you practically bounce out of the car, they look at each other.

"She reminds me of Ava," Eve says softly. "I know I've told you that before."

"Yes," Adam mumbles, that little smile curving up his mouth again, "you have. But she's... she's not as mischievous as Ava. Ava's more..."

"Carnal?"

"Yeah. Annoying. Rude. Young. Stupid."

"Adam, you forget. Ava's technically your sister in law."

"So? Fuck her."

"Adam." Eve's voice now has a tone of warning in it. "You may not like her, and I can fully understand why, but we shouldn't say such things."

Her tone softens again. "Our darling, however ... she's none of those things. Well, she's young. Very young, compared to us."

A tap on the window, then. Your voice, muffled by the closed windows:

"Are you guys coming up, or are you too busy fucking in the backseat?"

"We've never done that," Adam sighs. "We'll be up in a second, love."

"I miss you." You sound like you're whining, but they know it's all good fun. "Come up, pwease."

Eve smiles. "Oh, alright. Come on, Adam."

They both get out of the car, and find you spread out on the car's roof, facing upward toward the infinite sky above you. The air is pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold. Adam gets his lute from the backseat.

Eve gasps again. "There she is!"

She, you quickly notice, is not talking about you. Her eyes are also looking up, wide and joyfully, at the sky above you. She's found Cassiopeia.

Adam and Eve both get onto the car hood, their eyes not leaving the sky. They are illuminated by the moonlight, and the blue of the sky, which is now becoming blacker as time goes on.

They both lay on the blankets you've put down, their heads almost touching yours.

It's a beautiful night for absorbing things.

As Adam gently plucks some lute strings in A minor*, you all breathe together.

You lay there for a while, almost lured to sleep by the gentle chords and Eve's mumbling:

"That's Cassiopiea, see the little M? And over there, a little below that... oh, that's King Cepheus.

"Those two were lovers, back in ancient Greece. Cassiopeia was vain, too vain, and it became her downfall when she claimed she was more beautiful than the gods.

"Hera, the queen of the gods, heard this from Olympus. She rushed down to Cassiopeia and, in her anger, tied her to a chair upside down and threw her into the sky, and that's how she became a constellation. 'Let's see how beautiful you are in the sky,' she said. 'Now, you can show everyone how beautiful you are.'

"Cepheus, in his grief, begged Zeus to let him stay with her as another constellation, and Zeus was so moved by Cepheus's love for Cassiopiea that he threw Cepheus into the sky, too.

"And there they are, right next to each other, their love for each other still just as constant."

"But she was vain," you point out sleepily, looking at the lovers in the sky, "her ego was too great for her. How could the king have loved her that much?"

Eve shrugged. "I don't know. Love is weird like that."

"If there's one thing I've learned about love," Adam says, "it's that it can endure everything, even the flaws of the people it has been sparked between." His voice is soft with thought, very deep thought.

And, as if they've previously talked it through, Adam and Eve both reach upward, and connect your hand with their own.

* 'Our Hearts Condemn Us', Josef Van Wissem

[thefutureofthegalaxy]

I've been exposed to a lot of good OTPs/ships recently. Aside from SigMoira, I'm also fangirling about Adam and Eve from Only Lovers Left Alive. They're just so darn romantic!

[justthehiddleswrites]

It’s Just a Pumpkin | Adam x Charlie

A/N: I finally finished something.  A miracle.  So this takes place a few months after Bleeding Hearts. 

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x Charlie Bock (OC)

Summary: Charlie is excited for the spooky season and can’t understand why Adam is so against it.

Warnings: mentions of past trauma (night terrors), most fluff, light angst

Adam and Charlie Masterlist

Thank you for reading and enjoying my stories and work.  

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“No.”

“But it is just…”

“Charlie, no.” His voice growing more terse.

“They were on sale at the Farmer’s Market. I was going to make pie later on.”

Adam stood up and walked to the doorway connecting the kitchen to the living room. His robe open and he hadn’t bothered with pajama bottoms that morning. “I can smell them, Charlie. Those are not pumpkins for eating. They’re pumpkins for….” His lips curled up into a sneer. “…carving.”

Charlie’s chin dropped towards her chest, her brown curls sadly bouncing. “I didn’t think you could tell the difference.” 

Adam rolled his eyes, but only because her head faced the floor. “Well, it’s another note to add to your Adam notebook.” He stood there, watching her. Charlie’s eyes staring at the swirls of dirt and dust obscuring the pattern of the worn linoleum of their shared kitchen. His resolve and anger quickly melting away.

“I’ll give them away at the hospital on my next shift.” she commented, her voice hardly louder than a whisper. “I’m sure they can go to someone who gets to celebrate the holidays.” She shook her head from side to side as she spat out the words. 

Of everything they had ever argued about, and at this point Adam had lost count of the number of things, nothing had left a sore spot with Charlie as much as Adam’s utter and bitter hatred for Halloween. 

“It’s a bastardization of All Hallows Eve in order for the capitalist machine called the American economy to eek out more money for the consumers.” he countered the first time they argued over it. Back in July, when Charlie first brought up the idea of decorating.

“So what?! Maybe I don’t mind that! Maybe I enjoy the one day of the year where I got to pretend to be someone else?! Anyone else besides who I was. It was a night of escape and fantasy, Adam. Of magic.” She plopped down in the chair not too far from him that evening. “Why can’t I have that?” He sighed, holding his head in his hands. Something Adam found himself doing on a more and more frequent basis since he met Charlie. “Because you don’t need it anymore.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED?!” Charlie yelled, only to regret it as Adam stood and walked into the bedroom, taking his beloved Gibson with him, without another word. She quietly slipped into bed that night and Adam pulled her close against him without another word.

Now every time she even mentioned “October” or the “holiday season”, he would leave the room, sometimes slamming doors, but usually not. Charlie did her best to chalk it up to Adam’s “moodiness”, his demeanor. But she knew it was something else. And she didn’t dare ask. 

She sighed. “They will be gone by tomorrow, Adam. And until then, I will put them outside, okay?”

He gave a brief nod. Charlie walked towards him and gave his lips a peck. “Now, when is the last time you had a hot meal?” She pulled him towards the couch with a laugh.

-

Charlie snored softly next to Adam as he slipped out of the covers and made his way to the spare bedroom. He sat at the end of the bed, balancing Charlie’s laptop on his knees, while he logged onto Zoom. A familiar face popped onto the screen after he spent about twenty minutes fiddling and curing. 

“Adam.” Simone’s pleasant tone rang out. “It’s been too long since we spoke. Is everything okay with Charlie? The nightmares?”

Adam frowned. “About twice a month, unless she pulls double shifts at the hospital and then every night until she gets proper sleep. I believe you call it ‘self-care’.” He rolled his eyes at the last bit. “I didn’t exactly coin the term, Adam.” Her lips pulled into a thin smile. “This isn’t about Charlie. At least not entirely, is it?”

“No.”

He watched as Simone pulled out a calendar and flipped the page. “Oh, I see.” Her shoulders slumped, and she takes a deep breath. “Adam, sometimes a pumpkin is just a pumpkin.”

He nodded, his face twisting in pain. “I know that, but…” his voice trailed off and he looked away.

Simone tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. “Tell me about your first Samhain together.”

Adam’s head snapped towards the screen, his eyes flashed for a moment and then he slumped to his side. “It was about four months after we met…”

-

Charlie woke up the next evening to find Adam gone. She checked the spare bedroom and then the living room. She heard something hit the kitchen table and she walked in to find Adam’s back hunched as he worked on something. A smile creeped over her face.  “Are you tinkering with the microwave again, darling? Because I don’t want to have to buy…” She walked in front of him and stopped speaking as he set down the kitchen knife.

Adam spun the pumpkin around to reveal a crude jack-o’-lantern face carved into the pumpkin. He twisted his hands on top of the table. “My artistic talents lie elsewhere.” He responded softly.

Charlie smiled as she sat down and took his hand, squeezing it. “You didn’t have to do this. I was willing to—”

“—Halloween reminds me of Eve.” he blurted out. “Particularly jack-o’-lanterns. And pumpkins.” 

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

He ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Don’t be. I should have told you, instead of ignoring it.”  He exhaled sharply. 

Charlie smirked at him. “Perhaps you could tell me about it and we could incorporate some of it around the house?” She raised a brow. “Unless Simone already suggested that.”

Adam’s eyes grew wide. “How did you…?”

“You never say you are ignoring your feelings, you just say you don’t have them.” She stood and went to make her evening coffee. “Have you eaten?” Her hand poised on the freezer door handle.

“Not yet, I was busy ensuring I didn’t chop off a finger.” He moved to grab a cordial glass from the cabinet.

Charlie took his hands and counted all ten fingers. “All accounted for.” She laced her fingers with his, pulling him close, wrapping her arms around him. “Love you.”

He leaned down and inhaled Charlie’s scent, her bay rum soap still lingering from her shower the night before. “I love you more.” 

[terry-perry]

Preyed Upon pt. 1

 Yet another piece of fanfiction that is dedicated to @ladyfluff​, especially since I have a few OCs on here that she had created. Give her a follow if you haven’t already to see more of them because they’re the kind of OCs that like to pop up every now and again on her tumblr. Also FAIR WARNING: this oneshot will contain some dark themes to it such as kidnapping, torture, and all that good stuff! You have been warned...

Enjoy the read!

There was no stopping Adam as he swung open the door hard enough to take it off its hinges. He charged over to Raymond sitting in the den and used more of his inhuman strength to lift him off the couch and hold him by the front of his shirt. Everyone else trailed behind not soon after and barely even put a stop to the antics.

“Where is she?!” Adam spat out, his eyes lit up with malice.

“Won’t you come in?” Raymond said with that sneering grin that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Cut the shit!” Peter hissed while standing on Adam’s left. “Where’s our sister?!”

No one had been able to reach Y/N for a little over two weeks. It wasn’t like her to go off the grid for too long, not even when she was busy working on one of her art projects or on the hunt for another addition to her antique collection. She always took the time to give one of them a call and even update them with her progress. Everyone’s concerns were confirmed after they all decided to check for her at her apartment and found her gone. The worry grew only worse when Ava spoke up about what Raymond had been spewing out since he came back into their lives, and how he was ready to give Y/N what she had coming to her.

“Ava told us everything,” Eve explained coldly on Adam’s right. “So don’t bother lying your way out of this.”

Raymond had the nerve to throw his head back and let out a mocking laugh before looking over to Ava, who was peeking from behind Eve’s shoulder like a frightened child seeking solace in their parent’s arms.

She knew this was her fault for bringing him back into the picture. She had heard all the stories about him throughout the several decades he had been around, but she saw it all as more adventurous and exciting than terrifying. She fell for Raymond’s charm and bloodlust; his goal of making every night a party for their kind. Him being Y/N’s ex was just a bonus since they never really got along all that well, and she enjoyed doing what she could to annoy her.

But this trumped their rivalry and whatever Bonnie and Clyde type romance she thought she could have with him. Now it seemed like lives could be at stake because she refused to see what he really was: a monster.

“Oh I sincerely doubt she told you what I have been up to,” Raymond said, pulling himself out of Adam’s grip. “Because she still thought that all this was just another attempt to get Y/N back when she left to warn you guys. And I’ll admit, I did make a final attempt to win her over when I had stopped by to see her. But it really seems like she’s taken by the new pet she has...”

He peered over to Ian standing behind everyone else and giving him an equally cold stare.

“I thought about killing her,” Raymond admitted. “But that seemed too good for her. Even if I took my time with it. So, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.”

The group were all paler than usual, but each pair of eyes were still slits of fury and disdain.

“What the hell does that mean?” Ian asked sharply. 

Raymond looked at him with an out-of-place casual smile.

“Have any of you ever browsed online before? I myself thought the internet was a bit of nonsense. Another waste of time these modern zombies created. That was until I found certain sites that only a few can stumble upon when you know the way to access it all.”

He kept his voice in an eerily calm level and still went on smiling serenely.

“One particular website I found was host to a lot of eccentric rich folk. People who were actually willing to pay millions - even billions - for items that are otherworldly or supernatural. Imagine my surprise when I also saw that even creatures could be up for sale. Entities...supernatural beings. Like us.”

“Oh no...” Rowan mumbled.

“You should have seen the bidding war there was over her-”

There was another violent lunge for Raymond, but from Ian this time. He bellowed out a growl-like yell when he almost knocked over everyone to attack him. He got a few hits before he was pulled back by Peter and Rowan. His face was red with fury, and his hair was disheveled. Angry tears spilled out his eyes.

“I’ll kill you!” He shouted. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Where is she?” Eve asked, doing her best to keep her own composure steady. “Who did you sell her to?”

“Now, now, she hasn’t been shipped off just yet,” Raymond stated with mock assurance. “Her buyer is some rich widower from the U.K. He’s planning on picking her up and flying back home with her. He should be here in about 2-3 days. Until then, I’m keeping her in a safe place that is on a need-to-know basis for those I do business with. So maybe there’s something better you can offer me for he-”

“This is Y/N we’re talking about, not some item you’re auctioning off of eBay!” Peter exclaimed fiercely. “We are not negotiating or offering anything!”

“Give her back to us!” Adam threatened with a menacing step toward Raymond. “Or else-”

But suddenly, Raymond took out a small remote and immediately pressed a button on it. Not long after, there was a terrible and drawn-out shriek in the room. Everyone looked around the small apartment until Rowan pointed at the cell phone they were all too distracted to have noticed on the couch. With it being on speaker, they all heard Y/N’s pained screams go on as they all began to panic.

“Y/N!”

“Stop it!”

“What are you doing?!”

“Stop!”

Raymond eventually pressed another button on the remote that seemed to put a stop to whatever it was that caused her screams since there was no longer any noise from her end but small pants and whimpers.

“What did you do to her?!” Adam screeched, tears of his own wanting to come out.

Raymond lifted up the remote and looked at it with pride.

“Oh that was courtesy of another neat little thing I found on the web. This baby controls something Y/N has around her neck at the moment. Kinda like one of those shock collars people have their pets wear when they want them to behave.”

Everyone’s eyes widened with fear and surprise, with some even looking like they might be sick. But he just continued to look smug and even had his thumb graze over some of the buttons on the remote.

“This one’s a little more intense. It even has levels! So far, it seems like it’s doing a great job keeping you all in line.” He gave each and every one of them a hard glare. “And you’re all going to stay in line by either scrounging up more than $7 million in three days, or just butt out and let me get the money that’s already guaranteed to come my way. Try anything else, I’ll be sure to crank this all the way up to 11! Then we’ll see what I can do with whatever is left of her.”

They all remained quiet and each felt a good amount of helplessness. What was there to do now that there hands were tied? They needed time to figure out what their next move needed to be. They just hoped Y/N wasn’t gone by the time they came up with a plan.

“Let us talk to her,” Adam demanded softly. “We, at least, deserve to know that she’s safe, for now.”

Raymond gave some thought to the request before deciding to hand over the phone to Adam.

“No tricks,” he said, raising the remote once more.

The group crowded around Adam once he grabbed the phone and called out to his sister in a shaky voice.

“Y/N?”

“Adam?!” They heard her croak out. It was heartbreaking to hear her wheeze. “Adam, I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where he’s taken me! I’m in some sort of basement, but that’s all I know. I’m so scared...”

Adam glanced at Raymond on the couch, but he just looked bored and tapped his fingers against his cheek with impatience. He reverted his attention back to Y/N. Eve did all she could to rub out the tension he was feeling.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. I promise, we’re going to do all we can to save you. You just keep hanging on and be the strong person we all know you to be.”

He had to stop to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

“Are all of you there?” Y/N asked.

Peter took the phone from his brother’s trembling hands to answer. “Yeah, Y/N. We’re all here. You’re on speaker, so we can all hear you.”

“Hi everyone. Sorry if I had you all worried...”

Peter couldn’t help but let out a choked-up laugh. “It’s what you’re good at, I suppose. Even when we were growing up, you were always the one that had the habit of wandering off into the woods.”

“Just wanted to see those witches mother would always prattle on about for myself,”

Peter pressed his lips together and shut his eyes tight, doing all he could to keep it together.

“Is Ian there as well?” Y/N asked next.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” Ian answered immediately. He grabbed the phone from Peter, who was now being held by his husband.

“Is it all right if I speak with you, in private?”

Ian looked at Raymond to see if this was okay. He gained some agitation, but he only rolled his eyes and gestured towards the bedroom nearby.

“Make it quick,” he ordered. “Leave the door open, and keep it on speaker.”

Ian walked the several feet away and sat down on the bed while listening to her voice, despite the fact that it pained him with the way it sounded so hoarse and strained.

“I don’t know how much time he’s given you, but I wanted to tell you a few important things in case-”

“Y/N, please don’t,” he interrupted her with a small cry. “Please don’t act like this is the last time we’re going to talk to each other. You’re going to be okay. We’re going to find you.”

“I know, I know, but with the chance that something does happen to me-”

“I can’t!” Ian exclaimed tearfully. He couldn’t let this be the end for them. He needed her by his side; to take care of her, and love and admire her the way he always did. His eyes were clamped shut as though he was afraid this all wasn’t just a terrible nightmare he could easily wake up from. He needed to pretend for at least a moment that he’d open his eyes and find himself in her apartment where he would get out of bed to follow the scent of the late night breakfast she would be cooking for him while wearing one of his shirts.

“I don’t want this to be the last time I hear your voice,” he proclaimed. “I know there’s a lot we can’t do together, but there’s also a lot we can still do that we haven’t done yet!” He struggled a somewhat to catch his breath. “We still need to move in together, and travel, and make music.” He huffed and drew a sad smile on his face. “I was even thinking that we could get a dog. You like dogs, right?”

She gave out a broken giggle. “I love dogs. What do you think about getting a labradoodle?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. It’ll have a lot of hair, like me.”

“You know how much I love your hair,”

They shared a soft laugh and had some momentary relief from the dire situation.

“I want to do all those things with you, baby. And so much more,” he whispered, not trusting himself to have his voice break. He needed to be strong for the two of them. He couldn’t let her know how scared he truly was. “Please try to hold on until we find you. Promise me you will. And if you get a chance to escape, you tak-”

“All right, Romeo. That’s enough.”

Ian didn’t care anymore about making a scene once Raymond came into the room to snatch the phone away. He pleaded with a whimper for him to have another minute with her. He needed her to be okay. Last thing he heard was her panicked voice calling for him before Raymond ended the call. The love and worry he was carrying for her was now replaced with a rage and hatred for the man in front of him that was giving him a hateful scowl of his own.

“Pathetic,” Raymond scoffed. “Of all the people she could’ve replaced me with, she decided to go for you.”

Ian didn’t bother responding, only sinking to his knees due to his legs feeling too much like jelly. He was shaking from head to toe and ached as his breathing came out like there were painful stabs to his chest. He could only imagine that Y/N was in a much worse state. Because right now he didn’t care about living or dying. Only that the pain would stop.