#kamilah fanfics give me life

[kamilahsfangs-blog]

me whenever i see a kamilah fanfic

[candyfloss-techno-hell]

This ask is sorta random, but its a thought I rly wanted to share since I think it’s kinda wholesome :)

If you think about it, Roger’s wife Kamillah is living every fan girl’s fanfic dream. From my understanding, she met him when she was working as his driver and he literally fell in love with her at first sight. Compared to his other wives and gfs (except Judy I guess, not sure about Carolyne) all of them were sorta prominent or worked in the entertainment industry like Priscilla and Laurie. The way he looks at her is unlike the way he’s ever looked at anyone in my observation. I think she really is the one. He always dedicates the last song for her at his recent concerts.

Good for her, I’m honestly so happy for them. Hope they stay together forever ❤️ (this is so random, apologies for the nonsensical ramble!)

Does he really dedicate songs to her ? That's indeed really sweet. I'm not sure how you evaluate 'the way he looks at her' though, especially compared to other partners, given how few pictures we have of Roger + Kamilah together and even fewer of him + previous wives.

I do believe he's finally found true love with Kamilah, but I don't think her social/professional background has much to do with it. True love transcends class or income ; though I guess social expectations among certain social groups and tensions linked with money can jeopardize a marriage, and there might have been some of that in his relationship with Carolyne, Priscilla and Laurie. But tbh trying to resolve the mystery of Roger's many failed marriages is a bit of a useless quest until the day he clears it up himself. There just isn't enough info out there, it's all conjecture.

What makes me believe in the viability of his relationship with Kamilah is what he's said about his new vision of love in several interviews a few years ago. It's not that he had a massive breakthrough or that he realized he never actually loved his previous wives, more that his understanding of love & relationships has matured in the meantime. He's finally linked the part of his psyche that cares about the plight of human beings all over the world and the part that falls in love with women ; he's figured out that romantic love should stem from the basic, universal brotherly love that you might call charity or humanitarianism. I wanna say, 'duh !' But you know, better late than never.

Relevant interview excerpts (+ links to full interview) :

Are you married now ? RW : "No, I’m… not. I’m single. [...] I did fall deeply, deeply, deeply in love about a year ago and uh… I’m not going to talk about that except to say that that has opened up fresh horizons." Being in love is different than it was before, or…? "Yeah. With all due respect to my many ex-wives.  [...] Oh god, my god yeah, open yourself up to love… It’s the hardest, most kind of dangerous thing that anybody can do. And that’s, you know, on a personal level with a woman… But it points the way maybe to the fact that there is only one path worth walking in life, and that is to attempt, insofar as you can, to open yourself up to everybody else as well. That is the mission, is to discover how much you can open yourself up to the rest of humanity." WTF Podcast, october 2016 (before he was with Kamilah)

Tell us about "Wait for Her." Why did you decide to interpret that poem into an English ballad, and what special meaning does it hold for you? "Well, that’s sort of private. You see it has something to do with love and it has something to do with how feeling the power of emotions that one can feel in a love affair, in a love for a woman or a man, I don’t care … Romantic love, and physical love and passionate love can bring out in one, maybe encourage the potential that we have for a broader expression of the love that we all have within us." Stepfeed.com, october 2017

What is good? "Love is good, obviously. It requires maturation. If you have real love, it will surely last a long time. Because love is about giving, not receiving." Do you have a 'real love' today? "Yes, I have Kamilah. We are not married, but we have been together for a couple of years. And I'm happy." Infobae.com, november 2018

I'm assuming that this last interview is the one you referenced when you talked about how he & Kamilah met, but if it was a different one, please share the link ! I'm always hungry for some fresh interviews ! Oh and btw, I'm remembering now that I was supposed to post a translated version of it some time last year. Is anyone still interested in this ? If so PLEASE tell me. (Otherwise I won't bother)

[lorirwritesfanfic]

🛒 ⛔ ❌

Hi, Lily! ❤️ I hope you're doing well.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I use omniscient narrative a lot because I like adding characters' body language, thoughts and feelings and some scene descriptions. My fics come to me as if there were sneak peeks of a movie and I do my best to connect those little scenes together and put into words so the reader can visualize the story as well.

I also like adding details about characters that they're not mine as I write. It's nothing that will alter their essence and make them ooc. Just a few quirks, traits and little memories to make them more realistic to me. E.g. giving Prince Hamid allergy to seafood and Rafael Aveiro had long hair until he was five.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Oh, I have tons of those 😌

I had a Treasure Hunters AU fic for Kamilah Sayeed x MC that I didn't write because I realized I know very little about Kamilah and nothing about treasure hunts. My only reference was White Collar (a series that I love in which the main character goes on many "treasure hunts", so to speak 😁). I even tried watching Indiana Jones to see if I could get some inspiration, but there are too many scenes with snakes in the movie and I have ophidiophobia... So I closed the Netflix tab and said "yeah, not gonna happen..." 😅

I planned Professional Rivals AU for Miss Parsons x F!OC. Annabelle would be a professional actress and dancer making an audition for the main character of a play and Veronica (F!OC) would audition for the same part, but one of the producers of the play would suggest Veronica to play as the love interest. Lots of wlw cute scenes, some drama (because why not). But I had creative block back then and stopped writing. When I decided to continue that story, it was gone. I had to hard reset my phone a few times last year and I thought I had saved all my wips in one of my cloud storage accounts. I think I deleted it by accident while removing old outlines and first drafts. I kinda want to try again, but I don't know where to start... 🙁

There was a part of the fandom that was crazy about Niles Edison and an anon asked me to write a Niles Edison x MC for 2019 Kinktober. I wasn't crazy about him. Most of the time, I barely remembered he was there. (There's Fabien, Tillie, Rye and Eris in THM! No offense to who likes Niles, why would I care about some random white old dude?). But I was trying to be the "yay! send me fic requests, people!" kind of writer and said yes. That was my biggest mistake as fanfic writer, btw. With time, I realized I was getting overwhelmed trying to answer requests for ships I didn't like in hopes people would read my stories and they still didn't. So I hit the "fuck this shit" button and decided to write just what I know I will have fun writing and reading.

During that same year I was trying to be a people pleaser, I got tons of requests of certain person who kept sending me N*FW sentences prompts that I often found OOC for the characters involved. But since this person is no longer part of Choices fandom, I deleted the outlines I did for those requests and live my life blissfully knowing that person won't pester me with a new request 😁

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

ABO. I tried, but every time something about mating, heat cycles and bestiality came up, it became hard for me to read 😣

The only stories involving werewolves that I liked were Blood Moon IF and Lust Under The Moon (Moments). I didn't read Blood Moon enough to understand its universe (I started reading it in the very beginning. I think it only had four chapters and I read one), but in LUTM mating was a choice, not some Twilight imprinting thing.

Thanks for the ask, dear!

Have a wonderful weekend 😘

[ask me stuff about my writing, people]

[lovelahela]

❛ 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻 ❜ ─ bloodbound.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓.

i’ve decided to start a series where i share my fancasts of different choices books! you could use these for trailers, fanfics, edits, whatever you want! i’d appreciate credit for inspo if you were inspired by this! also tag me jasdfnasd i’d love me some BB content

i spent two hours on this pls give me validation <33

click on the keep reading for the fancast

white!adrian raines

→ jamie dornan

→ daniel gillies ; he plays a vampire on TVD so he has plenty of fitting gifs!

→ jackson rathbone

hispanic!adrian raines

→ adam rodriguez

african-american!adrian raines

→ jordan calloway

→ michael ealy

white!main character

→ candice king ; has vampire gifs!

→ emma watson

→ lauren cohan

hispanic!main character

→ penelope cruz

→ jessica alba

→ victoria justice ; a bit on the younger side, but if you’re going for younger face-claims she’s a decent option!

→ michelle rodriguez 

for some reason tumblr wouldn’t let me upload literally any gif so just google her asjdfnoasdf

east asian!main character

→ hirai momo ; also a bit on the younger side! she also has gifs with other hair colors, such as blonde

→ jamie chung

→ phillipa soo

→ constance wu

→ arden cho ; has katana gifs!

african-american!main character

→ logan browning

→ kat graham ; aka the love of my life

→ tika sumpter

→ normani

lily spencer

→ leigh-anne pinnock

→ freema agyeman

jax matsuo

→ kento yamazaki

→ yuya yagira

→ sota fukushi!!

→ do not use godfrey gao, or any non-japanese actor! as pointed out to me by the lovely @ilitws, godfrey is malaysian-chinese/taiwanese, so it is disrespectful to cast him as a japanese man, especially when his backstory is tied to his ethnicity. asian fcs are not ethnically interchangeable.

kamilah sayeed

→ nadine njeim ; SHE HAS LIKE A TOTAL OF THREE GIFS there are so many gorgeous arab (particularly lebanese and egyptian) actors and actresses that are so gorgeous BUT HAVE NO RESOURCES @ gif makers pls do ur thing 

priya lacroix

→ eiza gonzales

→ priyanka chopra

adam vega

→ joe manganiello

the baron

→ dean norris (doesn’t look like him much but i can kinda see it!)

lester castellanos

→ jason mantzoukas 

serafine dupont

→ maisie richardson-sellers

rheya apostolous

→ roselyn sanchez

→ sandra bullock

→ marie avergropolous (could be used for a younger version)

takeshi watanabe

→ ken watanabe

aiko nakamura

→ tamlyn tomita

akeyo kwangi

→ taye diggs

gaius augustine

→brad pitt

→ jason momoa

vlad tepes

→ harry styles

→ orlando bloom

[kinda-iconic]

I'm not sure if this is the place to ask, but do you have any tips on how to write sibling relationships in fanfiction? I've looked around here on Tumblr, but all I find are those "You can tell an author's an only child when" posts that offer no help. I would like to give my characters siblings sometimes, but I am an only child so can't really relate, which means all of my characters are only children too. Which is fine, but sometimes you want to try something different. I'm afraid to try because somebody will say that's not right or call it unrealistic. It's frustrating when people exclude only child writers from creating their own sibling characters because our parents said "one and done".

I honestly have no idea why people exclude writers because they don’t have siblings; I bet that not all authors/playwrights/screenwriters have siblings! I know its a little bit different, but I started writing a ‘novel’ about a crime where the main protagonist has a sister when I don’t have a sister myself. I may have a sibling, but my relationship with my brother is probably not similar to someone else’s relationship with their sister. 

The majority of fanfics I have written are for stories that are based in the US - I’m from England; as long as it is factually accurate, it doesn’t matter. 

The same goes for writing siblings when you don’t have any. 

I don’t really have much personal experience with writing sibling relationships besides a couple of fanfics. I have written fics that focus on the sibling-like relationship between Adrian/Kamilah and Harry/Edmund and my D&D MC.  However, speaking as a person that has written little bits here and there, and who also has an older brother, I am able to offer you advice of sorts; its not great if I’m honest, but I can write a little bit based on my relationship with my brother. If it isn’t helpful, then I do apologise. 

I’ll add a read more underneath so that people who don’t want to read me rambling can skip it :) 

- The ‘Marmite’ approach: This is probably something that I invented in my randomness if I’m honest. I’m not going to go into what Marmite is as it isn’t important (tis nice tho!), but would rather focus on its motto - you either love it or you hate it. Someone’s relationship with their sibling isn’t always like this; do I always like/get along with my brother? No. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care about him when he has annoyed or upset me. A lot of the time, at least what I’ve seen, writers often focus on those sibling relationships that are either really good or those that cannot stand to be in the same room as one another. My brother and I don’t always see eye to eye; we both have rather strong personalities that clash more often than not. We’re not best friends, and often have things that we do not like about the other. Having a story where a character and their sibling/s get along all the time is good don’t get me wrong, but it’s important to remember that not every relationship is like that. 

- Siblings are not always alike in personality and appearance; my brother and I look alike to some extent - we have the same hair/eye colour, and we both have freckles on our faces, but that’s as far as it goes really. He’s super tall and I’m very short (5ft 7 is short when standing next to someone that is 6ft+) - even twins that are deemed identical can appear different and/or have different personalities. One sibling may like sports and the other may be fond of the arts! My brother, for example, is an extrovert when surrounded by people he knows (as am I), but the moment he’s in a situation where he’s surrounded by people that he does not know, he can be the complete opposite, whereas I am often more confident when meeting/speaking to new people. He won’t even acknowledge that I exist when he’s around friends, but as soon as he isn’t or those friends of his bring people over that he feels less comfortable with, it’s like I am suddenly the only one that he can talk to. 

- Siblings may often react differently to situations, even those that are traumatic and/or upsetting; I am a very emotional person - I wear my heart on my sleeve, and cry at almost everything. My brother, however, is not like that. I honestly don’t think I have ever seen him cry; he probably has, but he doesn’t express his emotions like I do. We’re the polar opposites, but that isn’t to say that there are not siblings out there that react similarly to one another.

- Names: Okay, so I have never met anyone that does refer to their sibling/greet their sibling by ‘brother’ or ‘sister’ etc. My brother and I address each other by using nicknames mostly, often ones that aren’t actually nice. It’s been our routine for so long that we are no longer phased by it.

- Relationships with parents and/or other family members are not always the same. My brother and I both have an amazing relationships with both of our parents, but I know from others that sometimes one sibling does not feel the same way as the other - similar/same experiences = often different reactions.

- The topic of one parent having a favourite child is a tricky one; we always joke that my brother is my Mum’s favourite, as he seems to be able to do no wrong, but that has never caused a rift between myself and him or us and our parents. Some siblings, however, may feel resentment if a parent does show signs of having a favourite, both for the parent in question and maybe even the sibling. 

- Some people feel comfortable telling their siblings things that they may not be ready to tell their friends or even their parents; I am often an open book, so anything I tell my friends I will most likely tell my family, but there have been instances in my life where my brother has told me things that he won’t tell my parents for weeks. Just a couple of weeks ago he told me about how he was interested in working abroad, but only told my mum yesterday. Sometimes siblings can feel more comfortable talking to one another than they would people outside - maybe it’s because they face similar pressure? I’m not too sure. 

- Using age as an advantage is a good point too; my brother is 3/4 years older than me, and will often use his age to get one up i.e. ‘I get the bigger piece of cake because I’m older’ or ‘I have more life experience so I should make this decision.’

- Resentment of younger siblings? May be an issue - not applicable in my situation, but it can be a factor.

- Competitiveness: Seeing nearly every event/milestone as a competition. I am often guilty of this - my brother likes reminding me that he got a higher grade for his degree... so I remind him that I left school with more qualifications than him. The need to ‘one up’ each other can be there.

That’s all that I have at the moment; I am sorry if it didn’t help. Please do let me know if there is anything else that I can do for you. 

[drethanramslay]

WYWH

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Dakota Rivers)

Summary: It's just been two days since Dakota died. Kamilah went to visit her grave where she reminisces about the dark solstice when, Dakota gave her the life's blessing.

Author's note: Hello! I just recently finished replaying bb book 2 and the holiday special when I got the idea to write this. It's my first time writing a fanfic ( yay?) So be kind hehe. Anyways, enjoy.

Content: Angst and loss.

Song: Ghost of you by 5 SOS

I don't own any of the characters, credits go to Pixelberry.

Kamilah sat in front of the tombstone and read the tombstone's epitaph again, even though she was the one to choose those words-

Here lies, Dakota Rivers

"We have known beauty

Which will last the years

And love which men and women have

died for and not known"

You will always be remembered.

Kamilah looked down at the 'Life's blessing' Dakota had given her during the dark solstice holiday, reminiscing the memory.

"Habiti, where are you taking me?" Kamilah asked as Dakota dragged her to the balcony. There was debris of the broken wall, a reminder of their victory against the Red Saint.

"Heeeeyyy so umm... I got you something which I thought you might like.."Dakota fumbled as she handed the hastily wrapped package, her fingers shaking slightly.

"Dakota...you do know that I won't bite you right?" Kamilah said, as she grasped her trembling fingers and gently squeezed. "Atleast, not yet." Kamilah added huskily, resulting in Dakota breaking into a blush, as she relaxed.

Kamilah carefully opened the wrapping paper, her breath getting caught on see the dainty crystalline locket, in which Dakota's blood shimmered like the starry night.

"A life's blessing." Kamilah breathed out, emotions that she thought were dead, rushing through her like a whirlwind.

Kamilah always thought, no believed that she was beyond saving and that maybe she deserved to live all of eternity, sad and lonely. The sins she had done, the people she had killed, she didn't deserve to be happy.

But them came Dakota. A girl whose "chaotic energy" as stated by Lily just turned her life upside down. A beautiful woman who convinced Kamilah's stubborn self that she deserved happiness and she was redeemable. She was attached to this mortal way too much.

"Dakota I am.." Kamilah was at a loss of words.

"Please say you're happy." Dakota rushed out.

Kamilah just smiled and looked up at her. "Happiness would hardly compass this." She gently lifted the chain over her head and placed the locket over her suit, internally promising herself that she won't part ways from this gift ever.

"Uh, so I bought this gift as sign that even if I am not around, I will always be by your side, I will always be near your heart... I just want you to know that I lo- I genuinely care for you. I know that you are still dealing with your past, and I am willing to wait for you... But hopefully one day, I can be bloodbound to you." Dakota's grey eyes met Kamilah's dark eyes, as she gave a huge grin, leading Kamilah to catch her breath for the second time that evening.

"I'm moved. Deeply moved. Thank you for giving me a piece of your heart." Kamilah said as she pulled Dakota close to her and leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

Usually Kamilah, the ice queen never showed emotions, but this thoughtful gesture made her heart burst with immense love for this lovely beautiful woman in her arms.

That was the day she realised that she was in love.

Coming back to the present, Kamilah just rubbed the pendant and gave a dry chuckle.

"Habiti, when you said that 'you wouldn't be around' I never thought that you would actually be.... gone." Kamilah said softly, as that one painful memory came rushing to the surface.

To see her queen die in her arms as she bled out was never supposed to happen.

They were supposed to go jewelry shopping and buy that ridiculous tiara for Dakota.

They were supposed to have a number of girl nights with Lily where Dakota forced her to taste the monstrosity called junk food.

To wake up beside her and to love her and to cherish. Forever. Indefinitely.

"But you wouldn't like me beating myself up, would you?" Kamilah gave a teary smile. "Nobody is alright. Everything has changed. Lily cries all the time, Jax has punched so many holes into Adrian's office wall that I'm surprised the building hasn't collapsed. Adrian...he sulks, scowls and blames himself...just like me. But he doesnt know that it was actually all my fault. If I was faster, quieter, quicker, maybe you would still be here. We failed you. I failed you."

She thought that, Dakota would come back to her when she attempted to turn her... But that never happened.

"Dakota, I- why haven't you come back? I thought that I would never feel loss ever again but you had to just come and turn my life upside down, didn't you? I just wish you were here..." Kamilah said as the tears streamed down her face.

"We had so many plans and now it's just me. Its getting harder day by day to not hear you hum those indie songs, your not-so-funny jokes on which you would laugh and your unhealthy obsession with KitKat."

Kamilah sighed as she rubbed her fingers on the crystal containing Dakota's blood.

"I didn't even get to say I love you..."

Kamilah looked up to the smokey sky of New York City trying to collect herself, which was getting tougher to do.

She looked down at the grave and set the bouquet of forget-me-nots and kissed the tips of her fingers before touching them back on the freshly dug gravestone.

"I will always to bloodbound to you habiti. I love you. Forever and always."

Thank you for reading :))

[blackandblueandstars]

It's Okay Pt12

TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses mental, emotional, physical, sexual abuse. Especially sensitive for LGBT readers.

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11

"I...may have already started thinking about this," Lily admitted coyly.

"Alright then," said Adrian with a smile. "What's your plan?"

Lily began to explain.

"I hack into their system and get all the info I need to turn over to the FBI," she said.

"Will the FBI do anything?" asked Jax. "I mean, our government isn't very decisive when it comes to this kind of thing."

"Oh, no, you're totally right," said Lily. "That's why I'm going to frame them for sex trafficking, specializing in children. I can leave the necessary evidence when I hack their system. The government won't be able to ignore that."

"That..." Jax said, thoughtfully. "Might actually work."

"It's a great idea, Lil," said Adrian. "How can we help?"

---

As the trio plotted against the Scared Straight organization, Kamilah was pulled from sleep. Amy was whimpering and tossing.

"Hey," Kamilah said softly. Amy slowly opened her eyes, exhaustion wearing on her. "Are you okay?" asked Kamilah.

"Yea," Amy mumbled. "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry," Kamilah reassured her. "I just want to help, if I can."

Amy turned, looking Kamilah in the eye.

"Why do people do this?" she asked. "Why do they go to such great lengths to change someone? Someone that they supposedly love?"

"I don't know, darling," she said. "It doesn't make sense."

"I just feel so useless," Amy confessed. "I survived all of that, the rape, the shock therapy, the abuse...but for what? To lay here like a cracked China doll that could shatter if it's moved? I'm hurt, Kami, and broken, that's true. But I'm also angry. I want to do something about it."

"I hear you," Kamilah said. "And I think we should. Not right this minute, because you are hurt, and you need to heal. But I've been thinking about it too. After seeing what they did to you, to Sam...that isn't okay. I was thinking of starting an organization. And, I was hoping once you were feeling better, you'd want to head it up."

Amy looked at her in shock. "Really?" she asked, tears forming.

"If you like," said Kamilah. "And only when you're ready. There's no rush. It'll take some time to get set up anyway."

"Thank you," she said softly, tears streaming down her face. Though Kamilah didn't realize it, this was a big deal to Amy. She'd given her back her power, her control. She gave her a way to use this experience to make a difference in the lives of others. And finally, for the first time since that man slid his hand over her face, Amy felt hopeful. "Thank you," she said again, taking Kamilah's face in her hands and kissing her softly.

Kamilah smiled. Amy was acting more like herself. She was still worried about her, but she didn't feel worried about them, anymore. Her phone rang, and she stood to answer it.

"I'm going to change my clothes, try to clean up a bit," she said to Amy. "You should--" she turned and saw Amy fast asleep, "sleep." She smiled at her, grabbing her phone and going into the hallway so she didn't disturb Amy.

"Kamilah speaking," she answered.

"Kamilah, it's Gloria," said her lawyer.

"Oh, hello," Kamilah replied.

"I'm calling about the adoption. I've submitted all of the necessary paperwork, it should go pretty smoothly since we already went through the process a few years ago."

Kamilah thought back to that time. She was looking for some meaning in her life, and thought that providing for a child, helping to raise them, could give her that. But things were unstable then, and she didn't want to bring someone into her life who would be at risk. It felt different with Sam, she thought. She already knew the girl and had a soft spot for her, admittedly. And Kamilah could offer her safety.

"Remind me," Kamilah said. "How far did we get the last time?"

"Well," said Gloria, "you were approved. I believe we'll need to do some recertification but my contact assures me that things will move relatively quickly, especially since Sam is in need of a home. I'm hoping that you'll be able to take her home from the hospital, but we'll have to see."

"Wow," said Kamilah. "Thank you. I'm so glad to hear that."

"Of course," said Gloria. "I'll let you know if I need anything from you as I move the process along. They'll probably need to do a home visit, so be prepared for that."

"Of course," said Kamilah. "Whatever they need I am happy to do. I just want to give Sam a safe place to call home after everything she's gone through."

"Alright then," said Gloria. "I'll keep you in the loop."

"Thank you, Gloria," said Kamilah, ending the call.

She wanted to tell Sam and Amy, but she was afraid to do so until she was certain everything would work out. She couldn't hide the wide smile on her face, though. She was happy, and she knew they would be happy too.

She decided to text Adrian...she needed to share the news with someone.

---

Lily typed furiously, gathering intel and wrapping it in a tidy package for the FBI.

"I don't know how much fabrication I'll even have to do," said Lily. "This organization is disgusting."

"I can't say that I'm surprised," said Jax.

Adrian was quiet, smiling at his phone.

"This is a big step," he responded to Kamilah. "I am so happy for you."

Lily clapped her hands, drawing him back to the room.

"Done!" she said. "I've left breadcrumbs and intel all over the internet. The Feds will find it soon. They may start making arrests before tomorrow," she said with a grin.

Jax bowed to her. "I'm not worthy," he said.

Adrian laughed. "Great job Lily," he said. "It feels good, getting some justice."

Lily smiled. "Yea," she said. "It does."

Part 13

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Author's Note: I had the idea to write this after watching a segment about a conversion camp. This has been particularly hard for me to write, but it feels necessary to me to explore the horrors that people exactly like myself have experienced. I wanted to add some resources where people share real stories of their experiences and survivors can go to find help:

National Center for Lesbian Rights

Love is a Rainbow

Article from The Cut

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[blogsupitssam]

Blood Bounded

Name of MC: Samantha 

Summary: So I just wanna try to make my own fanfic of what happens in bloodbound 3

Chapter 1: “A Chance to Live”

Samantha lift one of her weak hands toward Kamilah’s face. She takes it on her own and presses it to her cheek, leaving a bloody handprint there while she held her close as she could despite all the blood on them from Samantha’s sword wound. Jax eyes close shut, looking away, not wanting to take his sword that could kill her instantly. Lily sobs, her hands shaking, trying to wipe her tears off her eyes and glasses while with her other holding onto her crossbow. Adrian covers his face with one of his hands, not wanting to believe this is happening.

“I don’t... want to leave you...” Samantha says sadly, several tears fall, shuddering as her vision begins to fade and edges are darkening. “Kamilah, I… I’m cold… really cold….” Her body shivering.

Kamilah was in sadness, more than ever, “Samantha...” All she said, her hand strokes the the injured mortal’s cheek tenderly, drawing her close. The tears in her eyes falls, “Samantha. Listen to me. You are strong. You are brave. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met.” The vampire’s voice breaking, “And I love you... I love you, ok? I’m… so sorry I never said it to you…. Damn it, I feel like a coward. I should’ve said it before …. Before we went to Gaius. I love you Samantha… And I always will.  ” Her eyes shut close, trying to keep more tears falling because she couldn’t cry until her. 

But feeling the Mortal still, her body becomes cold and pale. Her eyes go dark, no longer in their normal color. Samantha sinking further and further into the dark…

Kamilah finally opens her eyes, realizing she’s losing blood, near the brink of death, “Goddamnit Sam… Damn it…. I’m so stupid.. A coward… ” Her anger and guilt forming inside of her, she embraces her tighter, not caring that the blood is covering her whole front on her suit.

“Kamilah… I...” Samantha’s voice breaking while teary in her eyes.

“Shh.” All she says, shushing her to not let her keep talking. She gives her one lingering kiss on Samantha’s lips, then tilts her head down to kiss her forehead. “We’ll end this once and for all. Gaius will be dead. I’ll be free…. And I’ll be yours.” 

Back from reminiscing, while still cradling her, one of her hands balls into a fist, but let's go as she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Kamilah, what… Should we do now?” Adrian asks her, a tear falls, not knowing what would he wanna do with Samantha now. Losing his assistant and now close friend. His mind runs into conflict, thinking between two options. 

Kamilah eyes close once again, trying to gather herself, sighing heavily, “I’m gonna turn her… Give her a spot in my clan… And brand her…. I am not losing her… I am not losing this chance to truly live… I can’t…. Not without her… ” She responds, her eyes flared red, her mind becomes determined. The vampire uses one of her wrists while still holding onto Samantha’s body, making a bloody gash with her fangs. The blood drips out, Kamilah quickly puts her injured wrist toward her mortal, close enough for it to touch her mouth. 

After a few seconds, the blood is able to fall in Samantha’s mouth, weakly drinking the red content. Then slowly taking the sword off her chest, giving it back to Jax. 

The smell of blood lingers from all 4 vampires, but they are able to resist all the blood that even if they feel a bit hungered, they’re too distraught to even wanna have a taste

Then Kamilah gets up, putting one of her arms under Samantha’s knees and the other around her back to carry her up. The Mortal’s head rests on Kamilah’s shoulder as she cradles her close. “We must go, the longer we wait around here, the more chances she’ll come feral.” Her expression not changing as she walks off to get out of the building as the other follow. 

Jax shakes his head, “Look, I get…. I understand that you’ve been through so much. I know you don’t want to go through this, but are you sure? What if anything happens? If she did become feral?” He asks.

Kamilah keeps walking, not looking at him, “Then…. Then one of us will have to kill her...” She responds before they are outside. 

They all quickly try to get to the sarcophagus in Adrian’s building. Unfortunately, the Raines Corp building has so many cracks and parts of it become rubble, but when they look inside carefully, the basement was still surprisingly still standing underground. 

Adrian and Jax quickly open the sarcophagus’s lid, Kamilah gently place her inside before the men close it for her. 

“Now we wait...” Adrian says sadly, his hands in his pockets. 

Jax tucks his hands under his biceps, his head tilts down. 

Lily wraps her arms around herself, now trying not to cry anymore, giving herself hope that her best friend will be ok. “She’ll be ok, right? Like with me. I didn’t go feral. She won’t be too. I know it!” The purple haired vampire says with determination.

Kamilah kneels down in front of the sarcophagus, not responding, but watching it. 

Adrian gives his blood sister his hand on her shoulder, trying to give some comfort, “Let’s go, we can go out and do some work around here.” 

Finally, Kamilah looks by turning her head slowly to look up at her young blood brother, “Go... ” She said. Her voice is low and quiet. “I must stay here...”

“Kamilah… You don’t have to stay here the whole time… We can kill time...” Adrian saddens more, looking at her, he’s never seen so much sadness in her, so distraught, but also a hint of anger. 

“Go brother…. You two as well… I must stay… Be there for Samantha… I am hers.. Like I promised...” Kamilah’s head bows down, like she’s doing some prayer in her mind. 

Lily puts her hand on Adrian’s shoulder, “Let’s not force her, if she wants to stay, then let her be.” She says before letting her hand go off of the man’s shoulder. 

“I’ll go find all the remaining of my clanless I need to see how many alive. How many are dead… I’ll be back for you guys…” Jax starts walking out, but gives one last glance at the closed sarcophagus, “ And for her...” He says before disappearing out of the room.

Adrian and Lily give a nod, “Let’s go Lily… We can go and check on the clans, Kamilah’s also for her.”

Kamilah continues to watch the sarcophagus just a few feet away, kneeling, her mind clouding her thoughts and yet more tears fall out of her eyes slowly as she bows her head down.

In her mind, “When you finally are back, back with me, I promise…. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what and how long it takes. We shall be together soon…. We will build together, a better world and life for us… Damn it, I’ll buy that ridiculous tiara I promised you.... You will be part of Clan Sayeed… And i’ll be yours…. All of that will be yours.. Forever till the end of our time… My love ...” She looks back up.

Meanwhile, Samantha awakes, in the dark, in the cold. “Hhh...” Her eyes wide open. Her whole body feels strange. She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t know what’s happening. 

The Young woman’s heart pounded in horror, but she can’t move, even as she flails. She’s trapped somewhere. Somewhere tight and dark. 

Still… Something bubbles up inside of her. Something searing. A change. A transformation. 

Samantha feels a weird sensation in her teeth like almost having a toothache. Then….  Two of her teeth extends into fangs, her eyes turning into a bloody red and her desire from thirst forms in her throat. 

“Oh my god... ” Panic takes over her.

[queerchoicesblog]

The Courage of Our Hearts (BB, a Kamilah Sayeed fanfic)

This fanfic is my last entry for the @choicesjulychallenge : thank you so much my dear friend and brand new graduate @kinda-iconic for hosting this! It was a lot of fun!

I’m not gonna lie: writing this was tough because it got deeper than I first expected. But I kept wondering about such a crucial - and brave - moment in Kamilah’s story: her decision to betray Gaius. We get to know more about their toxic relationship but we only got a glimpse of the deep suffering and turmoil Kamilah went through before stabbing him. I’m not sure I truly made her justice, Kamilah is so complex and guarded that as a writer I always feel like walking on thin ice when I try to catch her voice...I did my best though. Hope you enjoy this fic and the past reference I included!

Sense8 fans will probably recognize the quotation that inspired this work: “In the end, we will all be judged by the courage of our hearts”. I also quoted the lyrics of the song Yes Girl by Bea Miller because to me it portrayed Kamilah’s feelings perfectly.

Disclaimer: the present fanfic deals with themes like an abusive relationship and psychological manipulation; if you’re not comfortable with this kind of content, by all means, SKIP this work

Prompt: Endings

Word Count: 2245

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco

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I never wanna live in fear...

So time had come at last. Time to make a decision. The decision that would change everything.

As Kamilah put on the finishing touches to her makeup she stared to her reflection in the mirror of her vanity. Who was that woman? Did she know anymore?. She grimaced at the thought and put down her lipstick, unable to continue. There was still time to get to the meeting summoned for that night. But that reunion wouldn't have been just a meeting. The future of all of them, of humanity and vampires as well, depended on it.

Adrian came to find her earlier that day. She found him in her office waiting for her just as she arrived. The secretaries weren't there yet: Kamilah always took great pride in being the first to arrive and the last to leave the skyscraper of Ahmanet Financial. The look on his face was grim and tensed: no good news was to be expected. Without thinking, she locked the door of her office despite the fact that no one else was around. Then he told her. He told her what was going to happen that night: mutiny, rebellion. Murder, if necessary: Gaius would have never gone down without one hell of a fight. Their own lives would have been on the line, knowing how easily the wrath of their King lead to bloodsheds.

"Kamilah, I know I'm asking you so much but...we need you. Believe me, I wish we didn't have to go this far but he's out of control. We must stop him." he said, wincing.

The words were painful to him too and left her shaken. She had had a bad feeling about that unexpected meeting and now she understood why her sixth sense warned her. She stood frozen in place in front of her library, unable to find words to translate the turmoil inside her. The shock, the fear...a most aching hope. Adrian sighed forlornly and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek before wearing his hat and leaving.

Now his words echoed in her head again and wouldn't go away. Revolting against Gaius, killing Gaius...it sounded risky. Scary. Just as scary as Gaius' plan. Kamilah was frightened and she hated felt this way: fear was an uncomfortable thing. A most uncomfortable thing.

She remembered that a long time ago she cheered and raised a chalice when one of her spies informed her of the fate of Julius Caesar: the man who seduced and clouded her cousin's judgment only to put his greedy hands over their land had been hopelessly grasping for air in a pool of his own blood. Twenty-three stabs pierced his flesh as he walked into the Senate: people were now feasting over his dead body singing "the tyrant is gone in the end, freedom to Rome".

Since Gaius announced his grand secret plan to "finally get rid of humans" that involved mass murder, torture and exploitation of mortals, she found herself comparing him with his old enemy. As much as she had a thousand reasons to hold a grudge to humans and vampire butchers cult that called themselves The Order, she couldn't help but think that after all this was what a scumbag like Caesar had in mind for her people, the ones she made an oath to protect at all cost as a nomarch. A much uncomfortable thought crossed her mind as she considered Gaius' words: the Order was an army of brutal fanatics beyond repentance as she had experienced first hand...but what would have she done if she were in their place, full knowing that the other side waned no less than your annihilation? Exactly what Gaius was doing: protect your people and destroy the enemy. She knew well that their King was inclined to violence and how strong his hatred for mortals was...but so far he had only claimed that all he did was to protect them, to offer vampires a well-deserved safe haven after the persecutions and suffering they went through in Europe. This new plan was different though: this was murder, mass murder of both actual enemies and innocent people, not mere defence. Kamilah's lips twisted in displease: Gaius was a Roman, after all. Back in her mortal days, she once asked her spymaster her opinion on the Roman. Her face hardened as she said: "Never trust Romans, under no circumstances. Their honeyed words always hid the most potent poison".

Her spymaster was right. Gaius' words were smooth before every assault and raid. He hardly shouted orders and was quick to punish whoever crossed him.

When they dragged him into her tent, he was extremely calm and even conciliatory. Reminiscing her loyal spymaster's warning she kept her distance and didn't fall for his act, even though he didn't seem a threat. Then he suddenly changed. He broke the chains, murdered the guards and transformed in front of her eyes. He laughed as he effortlessly held her in place and plunged his fangs deep into her neck, satisfying his thirst of blood and taking her life. Kamilah had been a vampire for so long and sometimes removed that moment. Not now: now she remembered that she didn't ask for any of this. None did Adrian and almost every vampire she knew turned by Gaius.

Yet "her King" kept reminding her how lucky their encounter was: he found a Queen and finally unleashed the immense potential dormant inside her. That consideration generally came after praises for successful - and brutal- raids and slaughters when he was still high for the mix of adrenaline and blood overdose. But it wasn't potential what he saw. It took centuries to Kamilah to realize something that probably she always knew, deep inside her: all Gaius saw was the amount of grief and anger that was tearing her troubled soul apart after the loss of her family and the hurtful certainty of a defeat, the concern for her people and her own future as she could barely find the will not to walk into the Nile and let all the pain disappear. He used her sorrow, her vulnerability as leverage to fuel her darkest instincts and called them power.

"I sensed the power inside you, my Queen, you know? Yes, since the first moment I saw you. I had to free you from what was holding you back" he would comment, a dreamy look in his eyes.

A few times Kamilah tried to contradict him. He would shake his head and move closer, taking her hands into his despite her resistance. He would look at her right in the eye and note as if she was a child throwing a silly tantrum to a caring father:

"As I said you had potential. You have potential, my Queen. But you should clear your mind from thoughts like this. Because you know what happens when you let them get under your skin, right? People you care about die. Your brother, your friends, that Italian painter you grew so fond of. You lower your guard, you act as one of those humans" -his mouth twisted in displease when he pronounced that word- "again, you regress and this is what happens. You know, I'm right. You're no longer one of those weaklings, you're superior: you're so close to perfection, to be truly invincible...embrace the power inside you, don't fight it"

Then he would grab her wrists and held them so firmly Kamilah would wince in pain as his tone turned more coercive.

"Aren't you grateful for the power, my Queen?"

He wouldn't release without an answer so Kamilah would just nod to avoid facing his mind control which was extremely hurtful. She hated herself for how meek and submissive she became: she wasn't like this before him. She was the one giving orders and speaking her mind. Now she took orders and hid certain thoughts afraid of what he could do if he heard her questioning him.

A wave of growing anger filled her chest as she collected all the words she had buried inside her: why couldn't he call her Kamilah more instead of "my Queen"? "His Queen" was Rehya, he confessed it once...so that made her a mere projection of a long lost love of him. Of someone who was gone and whose mask she was now wearing against her will. Again. Why Gaius was so repelled by mortals to seek the company of vampires only? True, he wouldn't object to Kamilah indulging in a human lover's company...a fact that surprised her at first: knowing how possessive he was, she would have expected some jealousy. "Jealous of a mortal? And what for?" he laughed "Their lifespan lasts a blink of an eye, I am forever".

That's why he couldn't hide his resentment when he heard the news of the turning of the Italian painter: an immortal rival was a threat. Kamilah caught herself wondering if he was the one who informed the vampire hunter who murdered Artemisia. The only one offering her shelter and a shoulder to cry on as she left Italy was Serafine. Good old quirky Serafine. Kamilah enjoyed her company: she always knew how to make you laugh and was the life of the ball. She also proved to care for her...whenever Gaius allowed the two of them to spend more than a bunch of minutes together. God knows where Serafine was now: she heard that she returned to Europe against her warnings. She missed her: she was the closest she had to a true friend in centuries after Gaius alienated her to most of the people she used to know. They only attend parties together and she couldn't blame Priya for calling her "the master's puppet".

"You know you're not his possession, right?" Serafine once whispered into her ear pretending to kiss her cheek on a ball.

But Gaius was already marching towards the two of them, a honeyed dashing smile on his face. Instead, the joy the sight of Serafine gave Kamilah immediately faded away.

No, Kamilah wasn't a master's puppet. I played the part for too long, she thought, throwing a raging look at her reflection.

I got you figured out You need to have control You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Tryna tell you now, I've been doin' what you want But I won't be your yes girl, No, not anymore

All of a sudden another image, another memory from the past appeared. It was the last time she saw Lysimachus. They were at the docks over Nile, her little brother was securing his armor before leaving for the war. Kamilah was standing in front of him, following his moves full of concern.

"Here, let me help you" she sighed, as Lysimachus struggled to reach a string on his back.

"Oh thank you, sis"

When she was done, she patted his back and he spun to face her.

"Thanks...what would I do without you sis, huh?" he flashed her a quick smile that quite didn't reach his eyes as his jaw tensed.

"You don't have to do this, you know that? I could find you another position away to the battlefield where you can still fight against the Roman. You could work with me, you could-" her voice was a plea but he shook his head and interrupted her.

"No, I have to do this. This is our land, they can't set foot her and say that our fields, our streets, our rivers now belong to Rome. I told you already: I can't just stand there and do nothing about it. I'm not as smart or wise as you, sis, but I know how to fight. And I'm ready to do my part to prevent them from taking away what's ours, who we are..."

"I know but you're so young..." Kamilah winced.

At that very moment, the sound of military trumpets announced that their time was running out. As a man started shouting orders, Lysimachus reached for his sack and searched for something as if his whole life depended on it.

"Lys, you're still in time to step back, please" Kamilah begged, stroking his arm.

The news she had gotten over the past few months about the area his brother was about to sail to were discomforting: the enemy army was advancing fast and defeating all the troops they sent there. Their best soldiers, their boys filled with anger and foolish braveness. But Lysimachus wasn't listening to her anymore.

Instead, he threw his sack over his shoulder and pulled her into a tight hug.

"In the end, we will all be judged by the courage in our hearts" he whispered and a tear wetted Kamilah's tunic.

As he parted, he let his old toy horse slip into her hand and gave her one last smile.

"Goodbye, sis. I'll come back, I promise"

A lump formed in her throat reminiscing that broken promise but his words, his determination hardened her own. You were right, Lys, we can't let anyone take away who we are, she said to herself, opening the secret dresser where she hid her daggers. If blood has to be shed tonight, I should be the one making the cut. No one else.

Her fingers hovered over her weapons, almost grazing them.

In the end, we will all be judged by the courage of our hearts.

I promise you, Lys. My heart will be brave, just like you taught me...

[stopforamoment]

Pernicious Passion: Part Six

Please check out the Pernicious Passion MASTERLIST for the complete list of writers and artists who inspired this series!   Bastien Lykel belongs to Pixelberry, and Kara is a real-life talented PB writer. Events in this fic are purely fictional because this is just a fun spoof!  Author’s Note and Summary: Bastien reflects on all the fandom writers and artists who love him. It’s also a shamless plug for all of them. If I missed anyone, please send me a DM so I can add you! Links will take you to author masterlists.

Part Six (1,467 words) Bastien was lying awake on Kara’s couch, thinking about the Tumblr fics that gave so much depth to his character. The writers who advocated for him. He was so happy in those Tumblr fics. Yes, Kara was partially right. There were fandom writers who created angst in his personal life, but they still loved him as a character. @mrsnazario1223  created a series Secrets in the Dark where he struggles to free MC Elizabeth, his Bets, from the clutches of an evil Liam. In Sometimes Beginnings Start with Goodbyes, @innerpostmentality almost decimated him when Drake was hospitalized, and he felt so guilty that he missed the warning signs: How depressed Drake was after MC Giselle and Liam’s wedding. How he had been drinking more than usual. Fortunately, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis was able to comfort him. They had feelings for each other for so long, and it just happened so naturally. And @emceesynonymroll did focus on how much Queen Riley loves her King, but he is content with his secret crush on her. Besides, if enough people gently persuade and her muse agrees, there will be a follow-up series that will focus on him finding true love at last.  Yes, sometimes he experienced pain in the fan fics, but there was so much happiness. And he was so happy with his face claim, Fabricio Zunino. @cora-nova is the brilliant artist who first discovered Fabricio, and fanfic writers have been swooning over Zunino’s Instagram account ever since.

@endlessflame was the first person to write about him. His first love, Juliette, who left him because she couldn’t handle the danger of his career. And now, she writes about the sexual tension between him and Riley, and their secret rendezvous. The light between his legs began to spark. And then when he and Riley got engaged—such happiness in his life.

@riseandshinelittleblossom and her fics with him and Foxy. He adores Foxy so much, and @riseandshinelittleblossom was the one who made it canon that he made grilled cheese sandwiches with mayo on the inside so the cheese was creamier. And that he loves dancing the foxtrot to Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.” And when Foxy dressed up for Halloween in that skimpy black outfit with the backseam stockings and garter belt? Fuck. He was amazed they even made it downstairs to their own party. @tornbetween2loves also understands that backseam stockings are his kryptonite. His Scarlet Duchess frequently takes advantage of that weakness, but he never minds. @boneandfur was the first to create a NWFW ABC list for him. It features the noblewoman he vowed to keep safe after an assassination attempt. @boneandfur’s writing is so sensual with its description, and these words never fail to make his member twitch: “I love that fucking dress, my lady. I can tell you’re not wearing any underwear. I can smell your arousal. I’m going to walk you around that corner, and then I’m going to slide my hands up your thighs and spread you apart. I’ll get on my knees and I’ll bury my face between your legs and you’re going to ride my face and scream so loud the king will give me a medal for a job well done.” Mmmm. @jovialyouthmusic. She made it canon that he was so well-endowed that the madam at a high-end brothel begged him to visit every year—for free. And his Sophia. Such a strong, beautiful woman who loves him. Who cums for him multiple times, who makes him cum harder than he ever did before. But it was more than the sex and their relationship continued to grow, and she was the one who stood by his side after his injury. Yes, she is His Goddess and His Temptress. And soon, his wife. @jovialyouthmusic’s Protect and Serve series gave him life. @lolablackwrites is such a talented writer—especially smut—and he loves being the focus of her Guarded Hearts series. How brilliant that he and MC Alice met before that fateful night at the restaurant when she met Liam. She still came to Cordonia, not realizing he was there. But he is so glad she did because Alice has a sarcastic sense of humor. She’s intelligent. Sexy. He loves their playful banter and how she understands his literary references when he sends her text messages. Their relationship has already overcome so many challenges, but he asked Alice to move in with him, and he knows she’s the one he will marry. @likethetailofacomet has two series that he especially enjoys. The series Learning to Love Again focuses on Drake and MC Claire, but he is featured several times throughout. However, he frequently thought about his long-lost love Annabelle in that series. What he lost because of his duty to the Crown. Fortunately @likethetailofacoment wanted to explore that a bit further. That’s what prompted her to start a second series, called The Broken Bits, that explores their relationship 21 years ago and hints that perhaps their love will have a second chance. And @sirbeepsalot. She gave him a passionate, yet tender relationship with Olivia, his mon doudou. He was always an important part of Liam, Drake, and Olivia’s family. Bastien smiled as he thought of their children—Jackson, Stella, and Estel. He is their Papa Bas. He also started as Olivia’s lover, but their relationship developed into something more. Now they are their own family, and his mon doudou recently gave birth to his daughter Odette. Yes, he is a very happy man. Then there were the other fics that made him a father. @blackwidow2721 focuses on his daughter in the series Playing with Fire. Cami is beautiful and headstrong, and he is so lucky he can trust Drake to be a gentleman with her and also scare off Liam, Leo, and Maxwell. He can trust Drake, right?

@bobasheebaby did cause him pain in some of her series, but overall her muse treated him well. In Crimson Rain he is a mob boss who adopted Olivia when she was a child. Then he discovered he has another daughter, Hope, and they are developing a strong relationship. But Liza. Poppy. His true love. After the heartache of several miscarriages, he was going to be a father again. Her name is Sage Lana, and the entire family—including their adorable dog Buttons (Butt) and cat Pickles—are over the moon. Then there’s @stopforamoment’s slow burn with Rinda. In the series he and Rinda are still dating and they’ve created a loving family with her son, now his son too, Henry. But @stopforamoment is already starting to write drabbles where they’re married (she knows how they get there, but there are other projects keeping her busy—sorry). Rinda is in her 40s and they both agree they are happy with Henry and don’t need to expand their family, so he will get a vasectomy. But @stopforamoment ‘s muse already created a crazy-train drabble to explain how they could get pregnant even though he had a vasectomy. He, Rinda, and Henry are also going to be in a Choices Crossover collaboration that features characters from The Royal Romance, The Crown and the Flame, Blood Bound, Perfect Match, The Haunting of Braidwood Manor, Veil of Secrets, and The Freshman series. Ferals and matches will overrun Cordonia, and the characters must work together to save Cordonia. @kennaxval thought of the idea, and he’s working with @begging-for-kamilah, @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat , @scalpeljockeybrycelahela, @strangerofbraidwood, @stopforamoment, and @tornbetween2loves to bring this story to life. @innerpostmentality and @tornbetween2loves collaborate to create an AU titled Arcana Unbound that focuses on the next generation of Cordonia: the children of King Liam Rys and his Queen Hyclea, Drake and Meridoc Walker, Leo and Katie Rys, Duchesses Riley Brooks and Hana Lee, and yes. His children too. He, Bastien Lykel—the head of the Royal Guard, married Duchess Olivia Nevrakis and became a duke. His daughter Sarissa wants to follow in his footsteps, joining the Royal Guard and protecting her King. However, life may have other plans for her. His son Xiphos inherited his dark looks and Olivia’s emerald green eyes. Xiphos is known as a playboy, but he will find someone who sees him for who he truly is. And Bastien knows his popularity was growing. He welcomed a new writer to the Bastien fandom: @applevictorianico  Her series Bruises is only a prologue and two chapters in, but already other writers in the fandom are swooning over her description of him as a father who was reunited with his daughter on her 21st birthday. There is so much mystery about his past, and his daughter’s past, that will be a wild ride for the fandom. His daughter Roxy has her own impressive military career in the United States Army and shares his sense of loyalty. And grey eyes. It’s so much to keep track of, but fortunately @mfackenthal of The McFackenthal Show is the president of his fan club. He will always be taken care of in the Tumblr fandom.

Bastien sighed. It was going to be difficult ending things with Kara, but their love now had the bitter taste of the first crop of Cordonian Ruby apples. It was intense at first, but it had become an acquired taste. He now knew what needed to be done. A/N If I missed anyone, please send me a DM so I can add you to the list. If any tags or links are wonky, please let me know. Thanks!

CHAPTER SEVEN

[the-council-of-new-york-vampires]

OOC: Hey friend, it's rocket-scientist, just saying bye. Someone has threatened to kill me, faked evidence against me to prove I've "harassed and threatened PB writers" and of course, people believed her. Now the whole Tumblr is against me, even people I used to consider friends. Good luck with your blog and fics, your plots are way more awesome than anything PB ever wrote.

Out of Character:

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So, I wake up today, find this message, check the tag and conclude: What the fucking hell?

Rocket-scientist was one of my Tumblr friends, not a close but a more casual one, and people actually pushed her to delete. That is nasty.

Now, I don’t know what exactly happened, but I assume that she commented on PB’s new Friday book, demanding to know what this’ll mean for BB, since it was a Friday book as well. As the only one who doubted the return of BB publicly, she had been receiving hate for who knows how long, and now it apparently escalated. There are numerous posts in the tag, some more and some less educated, some more and some less disrespectful.

Why the hell would she harass and threaten writers? Stop portraying PB as gods, because they aren’t. Are they good writers? Of course. Are they creative? No doubt. Do we like Choices? Well, obviously! But that doesn’t make them good people. Rocket isn’t the only one who has negative experiences with PB. A friend of mine has, too, and I have myself. Stop praising them like gods. They are story liners who are getting paid, and who do a great job, creating fascinating stories of good quality. But good stories don’t make good people.

Rocket herself has been told in October by one of the writers that they never planned to write BB 2. Believe that or not, that’s on you. But don’t send people hate, neither publicly nor on anon mode, for making their opinion clear. I understand that many people found it annoying, because she used every opportunity to state it, but, unlike any other BB stan, she at least fought for what she wanted, and made it clear that there was a demand, that many fans would gladly invest in BB.

Rocket had clear reasons to believe BB 2 isn’t being written and she was free to state them. The fandom is diverse enough for dissidents to ignore what they don’t like. How many angry posts and jokes about Vega have I ignored? How many Adrian fanfics am I ignoring to this day? It may be annoying at times, but it doesn’t give me the right to shit on the people who request and write Adrian fanfics just because I don’t want to read them. In the same way, people who stan villains don’t want to be shit on either.

I am mentioning the post of @yall-play-it-cool right here, because I got mentioned in theirs (thank you for appreciating my work, it means a lot!). I agree with its core, but I’d like to bring attention to the fact that some people have no idea how much a story or character can influence a person’s life. I can’t stress this enough. Most people in the fandom have a character they love in every book, but that’s not the case for everyone. For example, Rocket and I only love one character from one book, and that, to an extreme amount. Apparently, people can’t understand that and say shit like “It’s only an app, lmao”. No. It’s more than that to some of us.

I definitely didn’t know Rocket very well, but I believe one hundred per cent that BB helped her manage her depression. The fact that some people ridicule that is nasty. I’m truly sorry for whoever doesn’t have enough empathy to put themselves into her shoes and to understand that BB’s absence has a significant impact on her well-being. I have no idea in what way Rocket has apparently “harassed” or “threatened” any writers, but the way I know her, she wouldn’t do that and I believe her when she says it’s fake.

Some posts in the tag regarding the issue are so damaging, created by people who didn’t know her and had no idea about the entire issue, but who are apparently only here to shit on anyone whose opinions are negative or different. Most of them are parrots who repeated what once has been said; that BB 2 is coming and that it should rather take a long time and be good than be rushed and crappy. These parrots repeated their shit every time Rocket spoke up even now that she has deleted, while none of them know better than her. She used her voice to make a change while they used theirs to silence her.

Worse than those people who know nothing and solely repeat what they picked up somewhere is that “””poem””” about someone asking for BB 2 and being told to die. What the fuck??? Do you have any idea what impact your words have on people??? I’m not tagging the creator, because they way I know her, she’s a nice person, and I don’t want to start drama on this blog. However, my advice is to delete it, because it’s obviously harmful as hell. People with a big reach can apparently post anything and a mass of people will support them and blindly share their opinions. This is not okay.

In any case, the damage has been done. It’s sad to see that someone who was solely repeating an opinion rather than others who are admiring PB blindly was bullied to the point of deleting. She’s considered deleting her account before, but I never thought it’d actually escalate the way it did. Not only is it sad because she was a very passionate Kamilah stan and a great writer, but it is sad on a humane level, because someone who already had depression was bullied out of a community that was supposed to be accepting, solely for repeating an opinion. I have no way to contact Rocket, but I’m praying she’s okay.

Everyone who contributed to this should be ashamed of themselves. You might have bullied someone into suicide.

[mysteli]

Heart Strings (Kamilah X MC)

A/N: Hey! So I’m finally finished with another’s Kamilah fic! I love her so much and after the angst in the last one, I felt like she deserved something fluffy. This fic was really fun to write and I recieved this as a suggestion from an anon so thank you, Nonny! I hope this is what you wanted. Also, I’m using the tag list from my last Kamilah fanfic and adding anyone who asked to be tagged on it. Hope you enjoy the fic! 💜

Warning: T

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As the alarm of the elevator idly goes off, letting everyone know that they’d arrived at another floor, Kamilah straightens out the collar of her rose coloured blazer and the elevator doors slide open, revealing a whole other level of the building she works at. Exhaling softly, she starts down the hallway, avoiding any idle glances of the colleagues that pass her by. She’s moving at a faster speed than usual. 

There’s only one person she really wants to see. Elena Harlow. 

Kamilah feels like her existence has been going surprisingly well recently and that may only be because of the glowing firefly that is Elena. She’s no longer human which is fucking amazing. Now Kamilah has eternity with the woman she loves and she couldn’t be happier. Kamilah has always been so closed off and guarded, constantly feeling the need to keep her walls but all it took was one glance for all her morals to change and Elena made Kamilah a better person because of that.

She’s delighted that Elena came into her life and she never plans to take the woman for granted. Never in a million years. Forever, Kamilah will choose to stand by Elena and cherish every moment of eternity that they’re given. 

As Kamilah starts to get lost in her thoughts, she barely avoids an exhausted co worker who’s back is hunched and he wanders carefully down the hall. Their shoulders collide but Kamilah quickly recovers, sensing the middle finger shot at her as she hurries further into the building. All she can do is laugh and shake it off. 

Finally, after all that, Kamilah reaches the office. Elena’s office to be precise. She’s been waiting for this moment all damn day and now she finally gets to encounter the love of her life. Unusually, the door is slightly ajar and there are muffled voices scattered on the other side. Curiosity floods through Kamilah‘s dark eyes and she does her best to not let the cold, crimson colour shine through. 

Too intrigued to walk away, Kamilah adjusts her ears and uses her enhanced hearing to listen in on the conversation, while also trying to look idle in the hallway as employees wander past - only granting her an empty glance. 

As the echoey voices start to become clearer, Kamilah immediately catches on to the fact that one of them belongs to Elena. That sweet, melodic sound is enough to convince her that it’s the woman she adores talking. However, the other voice isn’t as clear. 

“So... I’ll get those papers for you by Friday.” Elena states in the sweetest and most kind-hearted tone, the complete opposite to Kamilah but for some reason, she finds that endearing. Intently, Kamilah continues to listen it, narrowing her dark eyes when she hears the other voice. 

“Of course. And thank you for your help.” 

Kamilah is unable to recognise the other voice at first but she’s completely aware that it’s another employee of hers and it definitely belongs to a man, which isn’t reassuring at all. She rolls her eyes and folds her arms in a solemn manor, leaning against the wall as she remains ready to eavesdrop on their idle conversation.

“No problem. It’s my job to help everyone.” Elena returns and Kamilah can sense that there’s a huge smile on her face when she says that, as pleasant and welcoming as ever. 

“Still, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there for me today.” 

That’s when Kamilah starts feeling suspicious, an unusual feeling rising within her. A nausea of sorts and she does not care for it at all. 

“Oh?” Elena reacts rather startled and that’s when Kamilah starts to peer within the ajar door, catching sight of Elena but only managing to see the back of the man talking opposite her. They’re closer than Kamilah would like and that sickening feeling in her stomach only increases the more she dares to stare at them. 

“Yeah... I felt like I needed you today.” 

Kamilah can see a slight hesitance in Elena’s lime eyes, something so obvious yet so hidden with the innocence that she carries with her always. Meanwhile, Kamilah feels a sudden resentment to the man standing across from her. Despite not seeing his face, it’s clear what his intentions with Elena are and Kamilah doesn’t care for that at all. 

Elena hangs her head for a moment, brushing strands of her light brown hair away from her face and releasing a soft sigh. She’s clearly uncomfortable in this situation but she’s just too kind to abruptly walk away all of a sudden. 

“What are you saying?” Elena dares to ask, reluctantly glancing back up at her co-worker. 

That’s when things start to take a turn and really affect Kamilah the way they probably shouldn’t. Such a simple action changes everything. Something that can be classed as friendly and perhaps reassuring but with Kamilah’s current irrational train of thought immediately leads her to thinking the worst. Ever so slowly, with absolutely zero caution, the man moves his hand and places it on Elena’s shoulder... stroking it ever so lightly with his fingertips. 

Even though Kamilah can’t see his face, she knows with all her heart that there’s a flirtatious look in his eyes. Something he probably isn’t even trying to hide. It’s just there and it’s up to Elena to choose whether she notices it or not. Whether she remembers that Kamilah is in her life. Does she even recognise what the bastard is doing?

The man leans in closer until his lips are barely at a safe distance to Elena’s and that causes Kamilah’s stolen blood to boil. The nausea in her stomach only increases as seconds pass by and she can feel a growl desperate to escape her, as she tries to control her eyes from threatening to transition to crimson. That colour is a symbol of hunger and an urge to kill. It’s deadly and no amount of jealousy will make it better. 

“Guess I’m saying that I care about you, Elena. In a way I probably shouldn’t.” The man whispers in an extremely off-putting tone that causes Elena to stiffen slightly. 

This is where Kamilah should step in right? Ugh. Then why is it so damn hard? His intentions are clear and they’re to interfere with a taken woman’s life so Kamilah shouldn’t be afraid to step up. She isn’t afraid but maybe she just can’t bring herself to stop listening. 

Elena instantly backs away, staggering back into the desk and not giving her a clear path out of this situation. This only gives the man a chance to get closer. “...I really don’t know what to say.” Elena admits, folding her arms as a way to protect herself from receiving his touch.

“You don’t gotta say anything. Just nod and agree to go out with me sometime.” The man offers, pausing when he finally notices the hesitance in Elena’s expression. “Don’t give me that look, El. I know you feel it too. We got something. We’ve been flirting back and forth for weeks now.” 

“No. You’ve been flirting but I had no idea you felt this way.” 

“Well, maybe now I can finally make it clear to you by...” 

Oh that’s fucking it! Before anything can escalate, Kamilah storms in as collectively as she can, her natural strut expressed like it always is. She throws her head to her back and makes sure there’s a deafening creak when she swings the door open, and it’s definitely enough to distract the two of them. 

Elena immediately releases a sigh of relief when she catches the familiar sight of Kamilah, looking as glorious as ever. Thankfully, it’s enough to make the co-worker back away from Elena, panicked by the sight of someone of higher class than him, who basically controls this company. He looks completely baffled and Kamilah struggles to suppress a laugh when she finally realises who it is. 

Wow. Guy who is always trying to get dates. It’s unusual enough that his name is actually Guy. Seriously... it’s Guy.

Capturing both of her employee’s attention, Kamilah maintains her solemn demeanour and throws her hands on her hips in a sophisticated manor, fixating her suspicious gaze solely on Guy, narrowing them rather viciously, as an attempt to intimidate him. It seems as though her general presence is doing that job perfectly. 

“Guy... Slutworth, is it?”

Guy hangs his head slightly, his gaze moving to the floor. “Actually... it’s Guy Sutworth, ma’am.” His voice appears with plenty of stutters, enough to make him obviously nervous.

Kamilah smirks devilishly, shooting Elena a quick wink while Guy’s attention is focused on the floor. Kamilah, being the boss, takes a harsh step towards an awkward Guy, the click of her heel echoing throughout the office. 

“Look at me, Slutworth.” Kamilah orders in a strict tone and Sutworth obeys immediately, acting as if he’ll be killed if he doesn’t do as she insists. Maybe that’s a real possibility. Seeing the sweat dripping down his forehead, Kamilah tilts her head and her smirk widens at the nervous sight of him. “May I ask why you’re not delivering those documents to Miss Oliver’s office like I asked you too?” 

“...W-What documents, Miss Sayeed?” 

Kamilah arches her eyebrows, clearly challenging the employee. “The ones that Miss Oliver has been requesting since Monday and she still hasn’t received them. I asked you specifically to deliver them within a few hours. Well, it’s been three days, Slutworth, and Miss Oliver still hasn’t gotten them.” Kamilah’s vicious tone rises with more and more anger as each word is spoken with complete ease, while Guy’s state of mind becomes more damaged with each glare he receives for his mistake. 

“I’m so sorry, Kamilah.” Guy really has the audacity to refer to his superior by her first name. What an asshole. What disrespect.

“That’s Miss Sayeed to you, kid.” Kamilah states in one of her coldest tones, staring down at Guy like he’s a mere dwarf. Meanwhile, Elena just watches over the situation, confusion and bewilderment invading her state of mind.

“I honestly forgot about the documents. I didn’t think that was a job.” Guy tries to defend himself but fails miserably.

“Well, honesty isn’t good enough, Slutworth. Delivering those documents is apart of your job and you didn’t do your job.” Kamilah’s strokes her jaw thoughtfully, a deceitful glint in her dark eyes. “Perhaps a cut needs to be made in your salary.” 

Guy’s eyes widen like that of a frightened child seeing a monster in their closet. Maybe he just had. “No! Please, Kamil- I mean Miss Sayeed. I’ll go deliver those documents right now.”

Kamilah leans in until her hot breath is looming over Guy’s face, his eyes watering from the frost in her voice and it lingers on her breath. For a second, her eyes flash a crimson red and it only adds more fear to the fire. “I suggest you do, Slutworth... instead of attempting futile flirtation with a woman you could never have anyway.” 

Guy furrows his brows, wondering why Kamilah mentioned that so suddenly. “What makes you say that?” 

“Oh... you really wanna know?” Kamilah challenges him once more, giving him a chance to escape but he stays put - too curious to leave this all behind now. Guy nods eagerly and Kamilah smirks mischievously, shoving him to the side by his shoulder and sauntering up to Elena. 

Before Elena can take in Kamilah’s presence or even process what’s going on, Kamilah yanks her by the wrist and welcomes her in for a long, passionate kiss, so much heat being dragged in as the first few seconds pass - all of it igniting from the furious fire that had been building in Kamilah’s heart, especially after watching that entire situation. Seeing someone else flirt with the one she promised herself to. Hell no was she gonna let this bastard get away with  such a careless act. All he can do right now is watch and learn. Kamilah can sense Guy’s eyes widening with a shock as the kisses are flooded with more desire and hunger the longer they go on. 

Kamilah is definitely enjoying this though. This is just sweet, satisfying revenge to her. Would it count as delicious karma?

After what seems like forever, Kamilah pulls away, her hands lingering on Elena’s hips and she admires how dazed she is after such a heated moment. Kamilah barely tilts her head at Guy, pleased to see such surprise and regret in his exterior.

“Go deliver those documents now, Slutworth before I feed you to the wolves.” Kamilah wasn’t even joking when she said that. She could really feed him to the wolves. Depends what kind though. 

Guy trembles with fear and rushes out, without another word. With that, Kamilah releases a satisfied giggle before flicking her gaze back to Elena, who is eyeing her with raised eyebrows and there’s a skeptical expression planted on her.

“You have to admit that was pretty fun?” Kamilah points out, leaning in to give Elena a soft kiss on the lips but she avoids it with a sly smirk. “What?”

“...You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Elena assumes, biting down on her lower lip and unable to hold back a proud smile that she actually found a way to make Kamilah jealous.

“What? No. Just needed someone new to torture. I was bored.” Kamilah assures, twisting Elena in her arms so she’s pressed up against the desk in the office.

Elena lets out a low giggle, knowing Kamilah is just acting up now. “Nah. You’re lying. You were totally jealous.” 

“Why would I be jealous? I have you.” 

“Exactly. You’re jealous because you get pissed off when people flirt with me.” 

Kamilah scoffs in annoyance. “That is a load of nonsense.” She claims.

“Come on, just admit it. You’re jealous.” Elena urges and Kamilah just shakes her head.

Suddenly, Elena yelps with surprise when Kamilah plants her on the desk in one swift motion, faster than any human ever could. With undeniable passion, Kamilah reconnects their lips and a fury of desire runs through them both, abruptly making them completely in need of each other.

“How about we show Guy what love is supposed to look like?” Kamilah suggests, tugging at Elena’s lower lip with desire and whispering in between kisses huskily.

Elena pulls away briefly, consumed with laughter again. “Come on. Now you’re just making it obvious.” 

“Goddamnit. Just shut up.” Kamilah urges before bringing their lips together once more, ready to show Guy and everybody who Elena really belongs too.

[h-doodles]

2, 12, 22, 32. (that was complicated for my little brain.)

oh boy, get well soon then freshy 🤓😹👌🏻💖

(once again on mobile so........ 😹😹😹)

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5. Aaron (TF series) - PURE!!!!! GOOD!!!!! the embodiment of the best person and I stan

4. Elliot Vance (ILB) - god if he isn't the embodiment of myself and my brother, I don't know what to tell you. Anyways, another memelord he may be, but I love him and he loves meeeeee 😢😢😢😢😢 let him rest pls

3. Zeph (TE) -BESTIE!!!!!! one good bean, too good for everyone (and im still watching the discourse over zeph being traitor, yall need 2 give him a rest ����)

2. Raj Bhandarkar (ES) - MY SWEET BOY WHO IS THE GLUE THAT HELD EVERYONE IN GOOD SPIRITS I MISS HIM

1. King Liam (TRR) - he was a good LI and a better person and I honestly feel bad for him bc he fell so hard in love with MC without being too weird about it... (yes i'm looking at drake)

Honorable Mention: Andy Kang, because he deserves it. #KINGKANGFORTHEWIN

YES

CHOICES FANFICS ARE MY LIFEBLOOD and honestly @not-so-freshman your masterlist of Becca x MC fics give me life (and im sTILL rereading ugh your mind is so awesome)

other choices fanfic writers I like, but only remember on top of my head:

@esteladannishreyakamilah @mysteli @keolost @dobie2112 @snowwritings @rocket-scientist07 @choicesandmore @jbzxls @gaychoices-stories-you-pay and all the others in the Kamilah x MC, Becca x MC, Shreya x MC.... ugh all the choices lesbians tag basically I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE CONTENT😂😂😂

Right now its the whole fighting in ILB because!!!! such badass!!! much fight!!! and actION!!! and rip to everyone else :(

but all time favorite... tough, but I'm calling Becca's EnGAYgement proposal to our dumbass MC (god I love her so much) and the Vaanu Ending (rip my heart out, literally nothing else, save probably ILB finale, can evoke such level of fucking emotion from me)

Favorite ship is Aleister x Grace because he really transformed 180° and WORKED his ass out to better himself unlike some /B/eoble...

but ughhh I also like Aaron x Zig, they're so wholesome and I'm still kinda sad PB didn't... grab the opportunity like??????????? still a better love story than Tyler x Abbie

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anyways what'cha think @not-so-freshman ????

also thanks for the ask 😂💖

[emma-nation]

In My Veins - KamilahXMC Fanfiction (Chapter 10)

Summary: Inspired by Lovestruck’s “Havenfall is For Lovers” (Antonio). Amy is a regular, small-town girl looking for her first job in New York City. When she gets kidnapped by the powerful CEO, Kamilah Sayeed, she’ll have to discover her true goals… before it’s too late.

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Tag List: @begging-for-kamilah, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @lulu-the-cat

Notes:

- English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes - This fanfic is slightly inspired by Lovestruck’s story Havenfall Is For Lovers - Antonio, but I intend to make it more interesting and steamier too :P

- I hope you enjoy it, your likes and reviews are always appreciated.

- Warning: Angst alert for the flashback and first part of Kamilah’s POV. The flashback contains minor violence, gore and abuse. You can skip if you want as it don’t affect the understanding of the chapter.

- Please don’t hate me for the flashback.

Flashback - Italy, 16th Century

Kamilah’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and anger. In front of her, life quickly escaped her lover’s body through the two puncture wounds in her neck. If she was fast enough there was still a chance she could save her, or at least Turn her. She attempted to take one step in her direction, when Gaius prevented her.

“Were you going to run away from me, my queen?” He asked, with blood still dripping from his mouth.

The expression of sadness on his face could almost convince her he was truly hurt, if she didn’t know him so well. She wondered how he had discovered about her plans. This time, she had planned everything carefully.

She gulped, unable to answer his question.

He approached her, touching her chin and lifting up her face so she’d look straight in his eyes.

“Answer.”

She took a deep breath, trying to appear calm and confident.

“Y-Yes,” she finally said.

“Kamilah, my queen…” he shook his head in disappointment. “Were you in love with this foolish mortal?”

“N-no,” Kamilah lied, although she knew it was useless. “I thought I was! She… She seduced me. Everything she desired was to get rid of her husband, the Duke.“

"You’ve disappointed me, Kamilah. You exist because of my blood. My blood turned into the queen you are,” he brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “What am I going to do with you, my queen?”

His cold gaze penetrated directly at her soul. She knew that look, for centuries. Knowing what came next, a shiver went down her spine.

“A-Anything you want… my love.”

“Kamilah…” He let out a laugh. A sadistic laugh. “Kneel down. Beside her.”

Kamilah obeyed, kneeling down next to her lover. She observed as she still struggled to breath. Caterina was fighting to keep herself alive. Her sweet and pure Duchess Caterina.

“Feed. Until the last ounce of blood.”

Kamilah gently traced her jugular, feeling her weak pulsation. She remembered the day they met, at a masquerade ball and the adrenaline of their secret encounters in the middle of the night. She was looking for only an adventure, but the feeling between them was growing into something else.

“No,” Kamilah lowered her head and shouted.

“What did you say?!” Gaius’ eyes turned red in anger.

“I said ‘no’!" She stood up to confront him.

For a second he didn’t show any reaction, then a blue flame erupted from the palm of his hand. Kamilah felt her body was being held by invisible strings.

"Gaius, I’m sorry…” she cried. “Please, I’m begging you.”

As the clenched his fist, the strings became tighter and tighter, smashing every single bone inside Kamilah’s body. She fell on the floor squirming in pain. At that moment, she wished for the same fate as any mortal. Death.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it!”

The pain stopped. Gaius came to her, helping her to sit down.

“Not today, my queen,” his cold hand touched her face. “Let’s go home, then I’ll decide what your punishment is going to be.”

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“Kamilah, are you alright?”

Adrian’s voice, along with his hand gripping on her shoulder, brought Kamilah back to reality.

“My apologies,” she looked down, noticing her hands were shaking. “I spaced out for a moment. How’s Lily going?”

“So far, nothing.”

Kamilah went back to Adrian’s car, where Lily worked on cracking the new password to give them access to the library.

“We don’t have the whole night, you know,” she complained.

“Kamilah, it takes time. I still need to figure out the last two digits.”

The vampire rolled her eyes and rested her head on the car’s seat.

“I know you’re worried too,” Lily broke the silence. “But Amy isn’t any girl. She’s brave, she’s strong… She’ll figure out a way to protect herself. I know it. I know she’s alive.”

“She has to be.”

Kamilah left the car again, worried about what, or who, awaited for them behind that door.

“Prove it. Prove me your loyalty!”

As she felt she was being pulled back into those memories again, she returned to Adrian’s side.

“It’s impressive how after all this time he still has power over our thoughts,” he vented.

Kamilah looked at him, replying with a supportive nod. There wasn’t much she could said at the moment.

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The Shadow Den was a strange place, but Amy couldn’t help feeling protected. Jax, the vampire who rescued her, revealed himself to be the leader of the Clanless and that was their secret hideaway.

He was doing everything to keep her safe. He placed her on a comfortable room, then called a doctor, who had knowledge about the vampire world, to see her. She’d need a small blood transfusion, what was provided inside the Shadow Den, going out right now was too risky.

Amy felt bad for him and his people, knowing that without a brand they couldn’t turn into Ferals at any moment. They talked briefly, but she learned all of them were turned without their consent and now they needed to live hidden.

“So, what’s the deal with your blood?” Jax asked after the doctor left. “Why they were after it?”

“It can bring people back from the dead,” Amy explained. “That’s what I’ve been told. Now, what about you? What were you doing in that library?”

Jax pulled a chair, sitting next to the bed.

“Jameson has been recruiting Clanless Vampires for a while now, with the promise they’d be given a brand and better life conditions. I infiltrated myself among them, to know what he was planning.”

He silenced.

“And?” Amy looked at him intrigued to know the rest.

“He’s working for Gaius Augustine. They planned to resurect someone using your blood… a woman.”

“I heard them talking before you saved me. Jameson called her ‘Our Majesty’?”

Jax felt silent again, as if he was trying to find sense in what Amy just told him.

Amy looked at her watch, it had passed midnight. Kamilah should be after her.

“Jax?” She called. “Would borrow me your phone? I need to warn Kamilah about what is going on.”

“Kamilah Sayeed?!” His expression changed. “D-Do you work for her or something?”

“It’s uh… a long and complicated story.”

“She can’t know you’re here. The Council members are not allowed at the Shadow Den. If they find out about this place, our entire population is in danger.”

“She’s different. She’s not like Vega or Priya, okay? She has promised me she’d do something about the Clanless in the future.

He let out a laugh.

"Really? You really believe that…” he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Amy. You should rest now. When you recover, you can go after her, without involving my people.”

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As Lily typed the last digit, the door opened with a metallic hiss. Kamilah tightened the grip around her daggers. Her advanced senses couldn’t detect any presence coming from inside Musea Sangris.

“Lily, you should have this," Adrian handed Lily a crossbow as they walked inside.

"This is so…” she was interrupted by Kamilah, who asked her to be quiet.

“Jameson?” Adrian called. “I’m here to talk.”

Nobody answered. At this point, Jameson must knew they’d be coming after Amy.

Kamilah headed to a specific direction. An aisle she was very familiar with. The aisle where the sarcophagus was at. Almost a century ago, she declared her freedom by helping the other members of the Council to defeat Gaius. She knew, now he was back, he’d get a revenge against her. And he’d find the most painful way to do it.

She stopped breathing, her heart was racing inside her chest and in a impulse, she opened it. Empty, as she and Adrian suspected all this time.

She barely had any time to recompose herself, Lily screamed from the other side of the library indicating she was in danger. Kamilah streaked to her direction, where a female vampire was holding her by the neck. Swinging her arms in a scissor-chop move, Kamilah cut her head off before she could even be aware of her presence.

“Whoa,” Lily said, regaining her breath. “How long is it going to take for me to become a badass vampire like you?”

“A few centuries and a lot of practice.”

“Ah,” Lily gave her a disappointed look.

A few meters ahead, Adrian fought alone with a group with three vampires. With his bare hand, he was able to rip off the heart of one of them, but the other two wouldn’t give him a rest. After a strong blow, he fell on the floor, where one of the remaining vampires held a blade against his throat.

“This is your end, Raines,” he mocked. “Your money will be a great help for the Clanless.”

His hysterical laugh was stopped when a glistening dagger flew through the air, decapitating him.

“Nice shot,” Lily congratulated Kamilah.

“Nah, I can do better than that.”

Noticing their presence, the last Clanless vampire came to their direction.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Kamilah asked.

Lily nodded, positioning the crossbow. She waited for the right moment, aimed and shot, with her eyes closed.

“You…” Kamilah opened her mouth in shock, as the enemy converted into ashes. “Straight at the heart.”

“I did?!” Lily could not believe herself. “Well, it always worked when I’m playing video games.”

Kamilah rolled her eyes at her. Then, she went checking on Adrian. He revealed a piece of paper he stole from one of his opponents.

“The Dragons Of The Five Kingdoms,” she read. “Sounds like the name of a book.”

“And this number could be the aisle and shelf.”

Adrian recomposed himself and followed to a indicated coordinates, finding the book. As he pulled it out from the shelf, a secret passage was revealed.

Kamilah felt a shiver running through her entire body.

“Lily, stay behind us. We don’t know what or who we’re going to meet down there.”

Downstairs, not a single sound could be heard. The long corridor was poorly illuminated. Without knowing what direction to go, Kamilah decided to trust her instincts and they detected a familar smell. Blood… Human blood.

“Amy.”

She ran through corridor, entering a chamber in the left. Inside, she found a bed and a machine, that had been used recently to drain blood.

“No, she can’t be…"

"Kamilah, look,” Adrian pointed to the bed and the cut restraints. “It seems like she was able to escape.”

“Then where is she? She must be here… somewhere”

She ran in advanced speed, searching for Amy in every corner in the recently discovered location. She wasn’t anywhere. And neither was Gaius.

She clenched her fists in rage. A sensation she hadn’t felt for a long time started to burn into her chest. A pain that she had been protecting herself for centuries. The pain of losing someone she had strong feelings for. In deep sadness, she quickly passed through Lily and Adrian, returning to the library.

“Kamilah?” Jameson came in her direction. “What brings you here?”

“Your…” She lunged in his direction, grabbing him by the neck. “What did you do to her?! Where’s Amy?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about… Who’s Amy?”

“Oh… don’t pretend you don’t know,” she tightened even more the grip, nearly crushing his throat. “What about Gaius? When did he become such a coward? Where did he go?”

Unable to speak or even breath, Jameson made some incomprehensible noises. Kamilah’s eyes glowed in pure rage. With her free hand, she reached for one her daggers. Pointing it straight at Jameson’s heart.

“Kamilah, wait,” Adrian interrupted.

“Adrian, don’t. He killed her! He killed Amy.”

“But,” he placed his hand on top of hers. “He certainly knows more than he’s telling. We should capture and take him to The Council first, maybe we can obtain some information.”

Hesitantly, Kamilah let Jameson go. As Adrian and Lily restrained him, she went outside. Amy was dead. Because of her. The sun was almost rising and the last thing she wanted was to return home, where memories of the last few weeks would be haunting her forever.

“You make me want to be better. So I can be half of the woman you deserve,” Amy’s voice resounded inside her mind.  

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the woman you deserved, Amy.”

Inside her pocket, her cellphone started to ring. A number she didn’t recognize.

“Oh please,” Kamilah sighed, “give me a break.”

She declined the call, convinced it was work-related. The number insisted once more.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t speak right now,” she answered.

“Kamilah, it’s me. Amy.”

[fal-carrington]

Meant to be

Pairing: Victoria x Mc

Disclaimer: The characters belongs to PB

A/N: Hi, I'm back with a new fanfic. the lack of fanfics from Victoria and Mc disturb me deeply, so since our wife Kamilah is spending time out in the war and only God knows when she will return, I decided to start this new fanfic in a not-so-au universe. Enjoy!

Prompt: Weddings are a challenge, even more so when it comes to the two most famous women in Los Angeles. Hollywood weddings are famous for not lasting. Three and a half years of marriage were like a one-way to hell. After countless fights and no reconciliation success, Kitty and Victoria's marriage is on the verge of a terrible shipwreck. Victoria at risk of her third divorce and Kitty to lose the love of her life once and for all, but the two wrecks could be saved of the eminent disaster before the divorce papers are signed?

9h30 am, Los Angeles

“She doesn’t hear me!”

“She acts like a child!”

“I'm sick of it.”

"Are you tired of it? Try to be married to a teenager who thinks she's right all the time and who does just what she wants.”

“I think I'm right all the time? You're confusing me with you! I'm the one who keeps on apologizing!” Kitty snorted angrily, looking steadily at the blonde sitting arms and cross-legged.

“I think we had a... Progress today.” Judy, the therapist looked at both of them with a serious look over her glasses. She made a few notes on her pad and looked at the couple again, barely looking at each other. Both on distant and opposite ends on the couch. “Well ... How do you feel now that you two have expressed your feelings?

"Even more angry.” Victoria said between her teeth.

"I have no idea what I'm doing.” Kitty said.

"You never have.” Victoria countered.

“Did you see that?! She incorporates this ‘diva persona’ at all times, thinking that sarcasm will solve our problems!”

“Did you just call me diva?” Victoria looked at her angrily.

“Well, certainly, since you always behave like that. She gets mad at me without me doing anything, not even telling me the reason!”

"I don’t have to tell you. You did the shit, you have to solve it.”

“Oh, come on!”

“I believe we are evolving with our sessions.” Judy answered. “Our next step is to understand and learn to respect the differences between you two. Victoria, you have to learn to be more patient and understanding. Katherine, you in turn have to learn to deal with the situation itself and take it more seriously.”

“I'm taking it seriously! I just do not understand why we need therapy. We're just misunderstanding, I do not think it's necessary.”

"That's exactly why we need therapy." Victoria replied.

"Our time is up." Judy said glancing at the watch on her wrist. "The task I'm going to give to both of you this weekend is to take some time to sit down and talk to spend time together. I'll see you two next Friday and hope you guys took some advantage out of today's session.”

Victoria got up and left the office with Kitty behind her. The blonde reached the sidewalk in front of the office and was greeted with flashes of paparazzis, she rolled her eyes and put on her sunglasses. They both got into the car, which was launched into the streets of Los Angeles.

Kitty looked tentatively at her wife. Victoria watched the street out the window with an expression on her face that Kitty knew perfectly well and feared that expression. The blonde's lips were compressed, her jaw closed, and a furious look in her brown eyes.

The brunette girl sighed.

"So, uh... Vic?" Kitty called out.

“What?” Victoria asked without turning.

"Uh... Do you want some coffee? I'm free now and I just have to be on set from two hours.”

“I can not. I have rehearsals now. I told you twice today.”

“Oh. I forgot, I'm sorry.”

Victoria sighed and looked at her.

"Look, I'm really sorry I was late for your mother's dinner last Saturday. I did not know it would be so long on set. And besides, your cousin's cake was not even that good...”

“What? Katherine!”

“I'm telling the truth! And you should not have yelled at Teja for having defended me after our incident at the bar.”

"She was getting on top of you!"

“She was drunk!”

"Okay, Kitty, what's your point?" Victoria sighed.

"We're both wrong and we've been fighting for stupid things for some time. So can we at least give a break? And please stop fighting?”

Victoria took a deep breath, swallowing what she had to say that would probably end the moment. Kitty was trying, she had to recognize it. She looked at the blue-eyed brunette.

“Of course. It was getting tiring to fight against you.”

Kitty smiled.

"...And if you want, I can cook for you tonight."

“We're talking now. I promise I'll be home early.”

“Ok then. Sounds like a plan.”

Victoria stared at her Chanel watch. 23:30 pm and nothing from her. No calls, no messages. Yeah, she could not say she was surprised. Could she have forgotten?

Since Kitty had become one of the most important stars in Hollywood, she did not have time for almost anything. Victoria understood and respected this, she also made films, appearances, interviews and everything, but she stopped from time to time to try to spend time with her wife too.

Things had waned since their second year of marriage. Things were different and real with Kitty, unlike her other marriages. She was happy and knew that Kitty was the perfect person for her. Thirty-eight years old and she was in love with a twenty-five-year-old girl. Despite that, she wondered if Kitty was mature enough to maintain that relationship. To maintain that wedding.

Kitty was the kind of person who at the same time did not take herself seriously, she took herself seriously. But she still had a breathtaking smile that irritated Victoria every time she saw her with that smile.

Victoria sighed and extinguished the candle in front of her. It was kind of sad to think she'd wasted time expecting that only person. She never dealt very well with her feelings, her anger always ended up getting the best for her and she would probably explode eventually.

She got up and collected the dishes, keeping the rest of the dinner that was laid out on the table.

Deciding that the best thing would be to sit in the living room and wait. After a few minutes and a few glasses of wine, she finally could hear the sound of the front door of the large mansion opening.

Kitty had finally appeared. She set the keys carefully on the glass table as she looked at Victoria as if she were looking at a wild bear. Victoria looked over her glass of wine.

"A little late, is not it?"

“I had to redo some scenes...”

Victoria set her wine aside.

“Save it. Dinner's in the fridge. If you are hungry, warm.” She stood up threatening to leave the room. Kitty stepped in front of her. "Get out of the way, Kitty. She said patiently, holding her tongue to keep from exploding again.

"I know, I'm wrong this time, and I'll do my best to repay you."

"Get out of my way, Katherine.”

Kitty sighed and did so.

“I'm so sorry. Really. Please forgive me for missing the dinner.”

"I bet you do." The blonde said with an ugly face as she walked down the long corridor of the mansion in her fluttering black robe, as she walked quickly, Kitty was trying to follow her.

“Victoria... Tell me what to do. I do anything.” She stopped in front of the bedroom door. “My cell phone battery is gone. I swear, there was no way I could respond to warn you that I was going to be late. And you know how Thomas can be strict with the use of cell phones on the set!”

“You don’t need to do anything.” Victoria entered the room and headed for the bed, taking a pillow and returning to Kitty and handing it to her.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” The brunette stared at the pillow without understanding.

“Use him to sleep.”

“Victoria...”

"I do not give a damn just... No.”

"Are you really pushing me out of our room? Where should I sleep?”

Victoria shrugged.

"You do not think it's too much? I told you I'm sorry!”

"I've heard it a million times, Katherine! You always feel sorry, you feel a lot every time you do shit and come with that puppy face of regret! I'm tired of hearing the same thing every time.” Victoria, unable to stop herself, shouted. "But you know what? I do not care! If every time you act as if all the things that come out are more important than us...”

“Do not say that! I never put my responsibilities ahead of us! I never did, you are the most important thing on the world for me.”

“I understand about the movies, the interviews, the trips to film out... The only thing I do not understand is Hunt!”

“He's just a friend! How many times do I have to say?”

“I was not born yesterday. You may have been born, but I have not. I've seen the way he looks at you.”

Kitty sighed and ran her hand through her hair as she always did whenever she felt frustrated.

"Stop with that jealousy, silly. I’m only faithful to you, you are the only one that I want.”

"You don’t sleep here tonight." Victoria replied coldly, Kitty sighed and nodded in an ugly face, as if accepting her punishment. She stepped back and turned away, as she turned, Victoria undid the ugly expression on her face, replacing it with a sad expression as she watched Kitty walk away.

She sighed and lay on her bed. Victoria reached out her hand and looked closely at the wedding band.

"You know... One hour you'll have to talk to me," Kitty insisted one morning as Victoria paced back and forth, making her coffee. It smelled good, the best thing about waking up early was to smell fresh Victoria's breakfast through the house. The blonde ignored her words, continuing to prepare her pancakes.

Kitty leaned against the counter. Watching her walk away with a plate in her hands and sit down at the table.

"Uh, where are my pancakes?" She asked looking around the kitchen. Victoria held out the spatula for her. She sighed. "Oh, forget it. I'm going to eat some on the way to the set.” She grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder.

The worst thing about being in the middle of fight with Victoria was being blacklisted by her.

“... So clearly you two did not do what I told you both to do." Judy sighed watching the couple barely look into each other's face. "And things are obviously worse, you two are not making it any easier."

"She don’t talk to me," Kitty complained. "It's been a week, and I'm exhausted. I've tried countless ways to get her to forgive me. I bought flowers, presents, I even tried to make her croissants!”

Victoria snorted, rolling her eyes.

"And she ended up burning."

Judy sighed and touched her temples.

"You kicked me out of the room!"

"You deserved!"

"Now are you talking to me ?!"

"Okay, okay. Enough you two. You spent all our time in therapy discussing the reason for this stupid fight. I do not care. You both solve this, you two have to understand that if you continue with this, your marriage will not last for long.”

And for the first time that week, they both looked at each other. The fear was evident.

[clansayeed]

For the Friday ask game. What is most important moment in all your characters lives? The main gang

the most important moment(s) in their lives you ask? hm... good question...

as for "main gang" we'll boil it down to the current main gang engaged in book 5, we'll say?

Nadya: broad spectrum -- probably when she meets and is hired by Adrian since that sets the chain of events in motion; otherwise there's an important moment in the climactic arc of book 5 that could also count, but spoilers~

Adrian: probably the events of book 4 chapter 23; where Adrian had to finally confront what it meant to be favored by Gaius, the role he was filling vs. how he filled it vs. how he was supposed to fill it etc, and the resulting lashing out that resulted in one of my favorite quotes for him: "I am what he made me."

Kamilah: this is an easy one -- the physical moment she chose to join the coup against Gaius and struck the 'fatal' blow. it was for her freedom, for Adrian's safety, and for a world she previously didn't give a damn about

Lily: gonna put this one at a tie between her first Turning in book 1 and her second Turning in book 5; I spend some time drawing the parallels to her lack of agency in both situations in the text and I hold to that idea hardcore

Jax: I know Jax hasn't had much time to shine just yet, but I think so far his most important moment was during the events of book 1 chapter 18, when he chose to work with Kamilah to save Adrian; since my version of Jax was much more anti-Clans it was a really important shift for his mindset

Cadence: god I have a handful right here will you just take a handful for my poor suffering son? no? well if I must choose... ok this one is a little bit unorthodox but I'm gonna say it's back in the early 1900s when Cadence chose to propose to Isadora. it was a conscious decision to root himself to the Quarter, to the de la Rosa family, to abandoning his search for his lost identity because he was instead pursuing a new life and a new identity. so in some ways because Isadora returned his ring... she chose for him to continue his hunt for who he was

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