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kinda-iconic · 9 months

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Consequences

Summary: Adrian makes a very big mistake...with heart-breaking repercussions.

Warning: References to infidelity

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife

Word Count: 4'400+

Pairing: Adrian Raines x F!MC (Amelia)

On a cool, autumnal morning, Adrian awakens from his slumber, the stale aroma of yesterday’s bourbon reaching his nostrils as he reaches up to mask his eyes, the orangish hue of sunrise trickling in through a tiny opening underneath the blinds. He exhales softly, his arm stretching across the mattress in the hope of his fingertips greeting a familiar warmth; to his relief, he soon finds comfort, his gaze befalling a petite silhouette resting beside him, but his newfound comfort soon dissipates into dread as the figure turns over…

…it’s not Amy.

He sits upright, immediately removing himself from the covers before scrambling around for his clothing. He manages to locate his trousers and shoes, his expression paling as memories from the night before begin to flood his thoughts. He hurriedly dresses half of his body before a quiet mumble causes him to pause; the woman stirs, her voice groggy as she lifts her head, gazing sleepily over her shoulder at the commotion.

“Going so soon?” She whispers suggestively, “I thought that maybe you and I could-”

Her words fade away as she sees the devastation in his features, her brows furrowing in concern as she watches him fumble around for his shoes.

“Is everything okay?”

Adrian sits at the foot of the bed, struggling with his laces; he continues his attempt to untangle them, refusing to so much as glance in the woman’s direction, though it isn’t long before his panic and frustration get the better of him. He launches his shoe across the room, his head dropping into his hands in defeat as his fingers grasp harshly onto his hair, most likely inflicting pain to his scalp. The woman frowns, tilting her head.

“Are you late for work or something?”

He takes a shaky breath, his arms falling to his sides, knuckles whitening as he grasps a hold of the bedcovers.

“W-what…” his words come out in a broken whisper, “what did we do, Lena?”

“What didn’t we do?” She smirks in satisfaction, “we met up again…had a few drinks…and you did not disappoint.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but his words quickly dissipate into a strangled sob, his hand reaching instinctively to cover his face as he begins to tear up, the reality of what has occurred leaving a visibly distinctive impression on his body language. Lena’s previous grin fades; she shuffles forward, stopping only when she is resting beside him, the realisation as to why he has responded in that manner slowly dawning on her. Her mouth forms an ��o’, her voice soft and gentle.

“Your girlfriend…”

Adrian sniffles, responding to her utterance with a profuse nod. She reaches for him, only to pause midway through the gesture, having no choice but to be a spectator as he shies away from her touch.

“What are you going to do?”

For a moment, the room is silent, the air suddenly becoming awash with unease. It is only after a couple of minutes that Adrian speaks, almost breathless.

“I…I need to tell her the truth.”

Lena’s eyes widen, the colour seeming to drain from her cheeks at his remark.

“You-you can’t!”

“She deserves to know,” he leans down, having finally spotted his missing shirt; he pulls it swiftly over his head, not even stopping to adjust the cuffs, “I’m not keeping this from her. I won’t.”

“Why ruin what you have?” She clambers off the bed, wrapping herself comfortably in her robe, “the truth isn’t going to help anyone, Adrian. This will destroy your reputation-”

He doesn’t respond at first, instead hastening over to the dresser to collect his blazer.

“Are you even listening to what I-” she huffs, running a frustrated hand across her face, “if you go public with this, you’ll lose business; you’ll lose credibility. Do you think anyone will want to remain associated with you if this gets out? You’ll be seen as a Playboy – it’ll ruin you.”

“Do you honestly think that I care how people perceive me?” He counters, shaking his head in disapproval at the notion as he collects the shoes and forces them onto his feet, “the only opinion I care about is my girlfriend's.”

“Ex-girlfriend.”

Adrian regards her with a warning glare, but it doesn’t deter her from following him when he moves towards the open kitchen; she grasps his arm, gently yanking him into step with her.

“If you tell her, you’ll lose her. She will walk and you will never hear from her again.”

“I cannot lie to her, Lena. I love and respect her too much to put her through that.”

He removes himself from her grip before heading for the door, not giving his companion a second thought. It is only when he has left the apartment that he hears it; her voice calling to him from the entryway, her tone sullen and defeated.

“You’re going to lose her, Adrian. She won’t forgive you.”

Adrian tenses at her words, but he doesn’t warrant enough time for pause, making a hurried beeline for the elevator doors.

Adrian sits in his car for what feels like forever, staring emptily at the steering wheel as he rakes over everything that has brought him to this moment, all the while unable to form a coherent thought.

After a while, he manages to focus just enough to start the engine, putting the car into gear before reversing out of the parking lot. His gaze remains fixated on the road, the city lights soon becoming blurry as fresh tears cloud his vision.

He sniffles once more, hastily wiping his eyes to clear his sight, yet his attention is abruptly caught by his Bluetooth as an all-too familiar ringtone echoes through the car. He glances down at the dashboard, his breath hitching in his throat as he spots the caller ID.

Amelia.

He tries his hardest to collect himself, waiting for the hammering in his heart to concede before answering the call, plastering a smile in the hope that his feigned happiness will seep into his tone.

“H-hey, sweetheart,” he waits momentarily before continuing, “are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” her response is laden with giddiness, “Happy Anniversary!”

He swallows harshly, his previous upset threatening to spill over once more. Amy waits patiently for a response, the sound of her soft hum causing Adrian to choke up, his next few words cloaked with sadness.

Anniversary…our Anniversary.

“H-Happy Anniversary, my love,” he stutters, “I-I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“…Adrian?”

“Mmm?”

“You sound sad. Has something happened?”

He exhales sharply, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel, leaving an indent in their wake.

“N-no, I…” he hesitates, replaying Lena’s words in his mind, “actually…could…where are you?”

“I’m at the mall. I went to collect your anniversary gift.”

“Are you heading home soon?”

“Yeah,” there’s a brief pause as Amy thanks someone on the other line, “I just got myself a little caffeinated treat.”

“Have you already texted her about bringing you back?”

“Not yet,” she takes a sip of her drink, “why?”

“C-can I meet you at the pizza place?” He asks softly, “I…I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay!” Her tone is hopeful, the cheeriness leaving a sharp pain in Adrian’s chest, “did you want me to get us a table?”

“N-no, I…I…I’ll be there in 10 minutes, alright?”

“I’ll wait for you outside, but I can’t promise that I won’t bring some doughballs home.”

Rather than laugh at her humorous response, Adrian remains quiet, clearing his throat in preparation to speak.

“I-I love you, Amelia…so very much.”

“I love you too,” she replies gently, “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Goodbye, sweetheart.”

He ends the call before she can bid her farewell, releasing a shaky breath as his fingers skim across the dashboard, selecting another name in his phonebook. He waits patiently for the call to be answered.

“Hello, brother.”

“I need you to do something for me. It…it’s important.”

“What is it?” Kamilah asks, the sound of her nails raking across her keyboard filling his ears before she continues, “normally you would text or ask me to meet up with you to discuss the issue.”

“I don’t have time for that,” he sighs, briefly casting his gaze down to the screen, “I need you to ring Amelia tonight.”

“Why do I need to do that?” She pauses, “is everything alright?”

“It is for the moment,” he replies, “but it won’t be for long.”

“What did you do?”

He wastes no time in relaying the previous nights mistakes to Kamilah, who remains eerily silent throughout his explanation. It is only when he finishes that she speaks, her once calm and warm demeanour shifting into one of anger and disbelief.

“I honestly don’t know what to say right now.”

“I know I messed up, Kami-”

“Messed up is an understatement,” she releases an agitated breath, “how could you do that to Amelia? I thought she meant something to you.”

“She does. That hasn’t changed.”

“Well she clearly isn’t as important to you as you make her out to be. You wouldn’t do that to her, otherwise.”

“I wasn’t thinking…”

“You were certainly thinking about something but it sure as hell wasn’t your girlfriend.”

He takes a deep, pained breath, resting the back of his head against the headrest.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Kamilah.”

“I should hope that you’re going to tell her the truth.”

“I am…” he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, “I just don’t know how I am going to tell her.”

“She needs to be told the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. Either way, this is going to upset her, so it doesn’t really matter how you deliver it.”

He nods in response, his voice seeming to crack as he talks, “could you be on standby should Amelia need somewhere to stay?”

“I am sure that she is more likely to seek out Lily’s company…but yes. I shall ensure that my guest room is ready for visitors should she need it.”

“Thank you, Kamilah. Truly.”

“Believe what you will, but I am not doing it for you. That poor girl is going to have her heart ripped apart tonight. She will need support as she tries to rebuild her life without you in it.”

He swallows thickly, his eyes beginning to brim with unshed tears.

“Y-you think that she will leave me?”

“You betrayed her, Adrian. The logistics of your relationship no longer matter. The trust and belief will be gone. If she cannot trust you, why would she stay?” There is a brief pause before she carries on, her tone sombre, as if telling someone about a loved one’s passing, “I need to end this call, now. I have a meeting in five minutes and I need to ensure that I am prepared.”

“O-okay.”

“Just promise me that you will not put her in a position that she feels as though she has no choice to forgive you.”

“I-I wouldn’t-”

“Promise me, Adrian. Forgiveness is to be earnt.”

“I won’t do that to her.”

“Good,” the sound of shuffling can be heard on her end, followed by the closing of a door, “I expect to hear from you after you have spoken to her. Regardless as to how I feel about this situation, you are still my brother.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Goodbye, Adrian.”

“G-goodbye.”

The call ends, leaving Adrian to contemplate his actions in silence, each second that passes by causing his chest to constrict further as he gets closer to his destination. He spends the last few minutes of his journey attempting to regulate his physical responses, not wanting to worry Amy further. He manages to get things under control briefly, but these feelings soon make their reappearance known as he sees her standing by the restaurant, rocking back on her heels as she looks down at the delicately wrapped box in her hands, her brows pinched in befuddlement as she studies the string. He pulls up alongside the curb before looking up her once more; she smiles brightly, giving him an excitable wave, but he finds himself unable to keep eye contact, his gaze swiftly dropping to his feet as she crosses the road to his car. The sound of a car door opening causes him to startle, but he settles once a familiar voice addresses him, her joyful aura resonating through the quiet.

"Hey!" She elevates the box, "I got the doughballs!"

He smiles softly, greeting her with a nod as she climbs inside.

“You really didn’t have to pick me up,” she speaks with gratitude, “but I am grateful.”

He nods once more, “not at all. I was on my way back, anyway. It made more sense than asking Lily to come out and collect you.”

She places the box on her lap, moving to fix her seatbelt.

“Here. Let me help.”

He reaches over, tenderly removing the buckle from her hand and clicking it into place.

“Thank you,” she beams up at him, but her happiness is short-lived, for it fades when she notices his reluctance to meet her gaze; she places a gentle hand on his arm, “Adrian?”

“Hmm?”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing that we need to talk about right now.”

He returns his attention to the road; Amy frowns, her hand retreating to her lap.

“H-Have I done something wrong?”

He reaches down, collecting a small book from the centre console before resting it on her thigh.

“Kamilah came to the office yesterday; she thought you’d like to have this.”

She looks down at the novel, the pad of her thumb tracing the threading on the spine.

“It…it looks quite old…”

“Mid 1800s.”

“I can’t accept this. I might damage it.”

“No you won’t,” he speaks stoically, “Kamilah wouldn’t have given it to you if she thought that you would cause harm.”

She smiles faintly, placing her palm against its cover.

“You…you said that you wanted to talk to me earlier. What do you want to speak to me about?”

He visibly tenses, “it can wait until we’re back home.”

“Is it bad?”

“We’ll talk when we return. We needn’t discuss it anymore.”

Amy turns away, resting her head against the doorframe as the car presses forward, neither of the pair uttering another word until they arrive back at the penthouse. As they head upstairs, Adrian’s mind begins to roam to a destination that he does not wish to wander into, not breaking out of his thoughts until Amy’s voice carries from the doorway.

“I forgot my key.”

He wordlessly moves forward, forcing his key into the lock; the door clicks, opening just a smidge.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he repockets his wallet, “I’ll be through in a couple of minutes.”

She nods in understanding, greeting him with a timid smile before entering, her hand lingering on the handle as she lifts her head, trying to make eye contact.

“Adrian?”

He reaches towards her, wordlessly caressing her face with his palm, his delicate fingertips taking refuge in her sun-kissed hair. She leans into his touch, only for him to remove his hand, forcing it into his pocket before he inches past her into the living room.

“I couldn’t remember what wine goes with pasta,” he utters quietly, moving towards the fridge; he opens the door, retrieving several bottles from the shelf, “so I brought a selection. You can choose whichever you’d like.”

“C-can we talk now?”

His face grows ashen, his jaw tightening as he attempts to busy himself.

“Did you want the fancy glasses out tonight? It is a special-”

“Adrian.”

He regards her with a look of feigned confusion.

“I-I wanted to talk after dinner.”

“Why?” She edges closer, taking pauses once she is standing a couple of feet away, “you barely spoke to me in the car, You’re changing the subject whenever I so much as mention a conversation,” she smiles sadly, “I’m worried about you, Adrian. Y-you’re being distant and that isn’t you…”

“I…”

“Talk to me,” she takes his hand between her own, giving his palm a compassionate squeeze, “please…”

He appears to dither, unsure as to what he should do; however, after reminding himself as to what he needs to do, he takes her dainty hand in his, “come with me.”

He leads her to the couch, gesturing for her to take a seat. She does so, watching nervously as Adrian perches tentatively beside her, his hand refusing to let go of her own as he lifts it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Do you remember what I told you? A-about last night.”

She nods, “you met up with a friend.”

“I did,” he confirms, “her…h-her name is Lena.”

“Did you have a nice time?” She asks, her kind smile brightening with every word.

“We went to the bar,” he casts his gaze downwards, his hands remaining clasped around her own, the pad of his thumbs tracing soothing patterns across her skin, “we talked for a while and had a few drinks.” He pauses for a moment, as if replaying the night’s events in his mind like a broken record, “then s-something h-happened.”

She tilts her head out of curiosity, unsure as to what he means by his remark, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I…I’m not following…”

“We went back to her apartment, Amelia,” he manages to meet her eyes, the next few words that escape his lips spoken with sincerity and remorse, “we…did things. Things that I…that you and I…”

“Y-you…you didn’t…”

He hesitates…but then weakly squeezes her hand, revealing his guilt through the wordless gesture.

One that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I…I’m s-sorry,” he carries on through a shuddery whisper, “I-I’m so sorry….”

A sudden movement causes him to look over at his companion, a sharp pain digging its claws into his heart as he watches her slump forward, her elbows colliding harshly with her knees as her fingers grasp onto her hair, tugging slightly as her palms cup her face. At first, there is no sound, but it isn’t long before she starts to cry, her tears left to fall freely onto her skin without interference. His chest tightens further at the sight, but he finds himself unable to look away, watching in despair as she retreats into herself. He reaches for her, but his hand is quickly shirked off.

“A-Amelia-”

“Don’t touch me!”

He startles at the tone of her voice, but complies, removing his hand.

“I-I’m sorry.”

She sobs, shaking her head rapidly as she tries to comprehend what she is hearing, becoming more breathless by the second as she tries but fails to regulate her breathing. Noticing her struggle, Adrian removes himself from the couch, instead moving to kneel in front of her, his hands ghosting her arms as he attempts to provide her with some comfort.

“Amelia-”

“H-how c-c-could…”

“Breathe, Amelia. I-I need you to breathe-”

She shakes her head once more, her eyes slowly closing as even more tears begin to fall onto her cheeks, only to be soaked up by the hems of her sleeves as she tries in desperation to be rid of them.

He swallows thickly, cupping his mouth with his hand as the other gently reaches around her, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“P-please d-don’t-”

“You’re breathing erratically, sweetheart. I-I can’t just s-sit here and let you make yourself-”

Before he can finish, she darts past him, making a beeline for the bathroom. He stands abruptly, following on after her, just for the door to be slammed in his face; he intends to wait a little while, giving her time to herself as she processes his revelation, though it isn’t long before the sound of nausea soon fills his ears; without thinking, he enters the room, his eyes soon befalling a sight that he never thought he’d see. Amy is knelt in front of the toilet, her arms resting on either side of the bowl, her long hair sticking to her stained cheeks as beads of sweat form on her forehead; the aftermath of sickness.

“Amelia…”

She slumps back down onto the floor, her breathing laboured.

Adrian moves over to the cabinet above the sink, collecting a fresh flannel from the shelf and running the tap; he soaks it in the water, returning to her side in an instant. He starts to dab at her forehead, guiding the material across her skin. She lifts her arm, blocking his access.

“Amelia, please-”

“I-I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” he settles down beside her, attempting yet again to wipe her forehead, “now let me look after you.”

She swerves out of reach, holding onto the counter as she lifts herself from the floor, not wanting to overexert herself. He observes her with hesitancy for a while, moving to stand by the door, his face falling as the room clouds with tension.

"You need rest, sweetheart."

"I'm fine."

"I-I'll go and get you something to-"

"I don't want a-anything from you," her gaze darts to the doorway, "not anymore."

He nods in resignation, lowering his head.

"I can't fault you for that," he admits, "and I know that I don't deserve your time, but...will you hear me out? P-please?"

She doesn’t respond, but eventually nods, her arms wrapping tightly around her midsection as she follows him back to the living room. He sits down on the couch, patting the cushion beside him. She tries to walk over, but finds herself unable to move, as if her feet are rooted to the floor. Knowing that she cannot bring herself to do so, she shakes her head.

“I understand,” he trails off, a deep exhale escaping his lips as he lifts his head to meet her gaze, a sudden tightness grasping onto his heart as he lays eyes on her downcast expression, her eyes swiftly glazing over as they begin to well with unshed misery, “I never wanted to hurt you, Amelia. Y-you mean the world…you’re my…my e-everything…”

She sniffles at his declaration, silent tears trickling onto her cheeks as she turns herself away from him, her long hair seemingly shielding her emotions from visibility; though it initially works, her pain doesn’t cease to infiltrate her words, “d-did you e-ever really love me?”

“Of course I do,” he smiles sadly, “I never stopped loving you. I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you tomorrow – nothing is going to change that.”

“Then w-why did you…”

“I can’t answer that, my love,” he moves to take her hand, gracing it with a gentle squeeze, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of her palm, “I can’t give you a reason because I…I don’t have one.”

She swallows harshly, her gaze shifting to rest upon her feet.

“I cannot take back what I did; I know that…but I…I want to make it up to you. I want to prove to you that you are the one that I want. The ONLY one.”

“H-how…”

“Listen to me,” his tone softens further as he shifts on his feet, holding onto her as though his life depended on it, “I’m not asking for forgiveness. Not straight away. You are going to be angry…you are going to want to hurt me…to make me feel the pain that I have caused you and then some,” she shakes her head, this in turn causing his sad yet loving smile to return if only for a moment, “hell, you could call me every name under the sun and I wouldn’t argue back – I deserve all that and more.” He takes a breath, his eyes never leaving her own, “but please…don’t punish yourself for my actions. The choice I made…the man I became…that is on me and me alone.”

He gently caresses her face, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder, “you must not blame yourself for my choices. That is my burden to bear; it will never be yours.”

He begins to tear up again, becoming even more uncertain as to how this will play out.

“Just…t-tell me this isn’t over,” he sniffles, using his sleeve to quickly obscure his face momentarily from view, a strangled sob threatening to leave his throat, “p-please…t-tell me that I haven’t lost you.”

Their eyes meet for only a moment before she has no choice but to look away, her gaze drifting back down to her feet. She draws a shaky breath, folding her trembling hands within one another. Adrian shuffles towards her, resting a desperate yet hesitant hand on her elbow.

“P-please…” he focuses his attention on her face, fingertips trailing upwards to thread themselves in her hair as he tucks a stray strand behind her ear, “t-talk to me, sweetheart. P-please.”

She opens her mouth slightly in preparation to speak…

…but not a single word escapes her lips.

Instead, she turns abruptly, hurriedly retrieving her jacket before making a beeline for the elevator doors. Adrian is quick to follow, his voice hoarse and laden with despair.

“A-Amelia…d-don’t…p-please…”

Before he has a chance to finish, the elevator doors open; she shoulders her bag and walks inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. He calls her name, but when she doesn’t respond, he places his arm in front of the door, preventing it from closing.

“Adrian…”

“I’m not going to s-stop you from g-going,” he sniffles, shedding silent tears as he continues to plead, “just…l-let me call someone to t-take you home. It-it isn’t safe out there and…I couldn’t live with myself if something h-happened to you.”

The doors start to close and Adrian startles, the metal encountering his arm. He jerks back suddenly, not realising his error until it is too late for him to intervene.

“I-I love you, Amelia!”

She looks up at him then, but no words are spoken; instead, all Adrian can do is watch on helplessly as the doors finally seal.

Amy exhales slowly, releasing a shaky breath that she was seemingly holding; as the elevator begins its descent, she falls back against the metallic casing, sliding down the wall until her legs hit the floor. She instinctively draws her knees to her chest, her arms embracing them as she starts to sob, her head slowly burying itself into her folded arms.

Adrian calls for her , but his plea seems to fall on deaf ears, the whirring of the elevator as it descends drowning out his cries from above. He begins to weep, his forehead falling upon the cold metallic door, his legs a minute away from caving in on themselves. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and begins to draft a message, trying but failing to click send as his hands refuse to cease their trembling. Eventually, he manages to hit to correct button, refusing to glance down at the screen until the device vibrates, the colour immediately draining from his face as he sees the content of the message.

Amelia has already left the building.

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 11 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disembodied - Part 1 / 8

Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff

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

Words: 1.515

As always, tags in the reblog!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Amy?"

"This is a nightmare," Alex whispered.

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

"It's fine."

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

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

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

"Not completely." He leaned against the desk.

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

"Yo-You turn me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This?" Amy asked, confused.

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

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

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

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"Amy, please say something."

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

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

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

"Yes, indeed we do."

"With the rest of the vampires?"

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

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

"Are you interested in participating?"

"Yes!" Adrian chuckled.

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

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marcewlla · 2 years

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young and beautiful by lana del rey was definitely played in mc & adrian's wedding, you cant change my mind

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robotchooses · 2 years

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#bb #bb 1 #adrian #bb mc #adrian x mc

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beelsjuicytitties · 7 months

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Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#solomon #solomon x reader #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #obmswd #lowkey forgot how to tag this sorta thing lmao #adrians writing #not q'd #late night posting again bcz im nervous haha #i want to write more and then. actually post it here #have a couple other fics i can post but extra nervous bcz theyre about my mc rather than reader insert #also might rewrite my first obm fic at some point

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bloodbound-selfship · 7 months

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Adrian stumbling over his words as he gets down on one knee to propose to MC

Adrian holding MC tight to his chest during their dance at the wedding

Adrian helping MC decorate their new house

Adrian gently rubbing MC's baby bump

Adrian setting up the nursery so MC can relax

Adrian holding his baby for the first time in centuries

Adrian promising MC that he will protect her and their baby for as long as he lives

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stanathanxoox · 25 days

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Be An Amazing Mother

“I think you’d be an amazing mother.” - Adrian Raines x MC

As you looked down at your niece you thought of all the things that you had lost since becoming a vampire. Since being turned, you had thought you had lost the ability to be a mother, to birth your own little baby and watch them grow in the same way that your sister was getting the opportunity to do. You were happy for your sister and her husband, happy to meet the little girl, but you were jealous. It had always been your dream that you would be a mother one day. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you look up to see your fiance looking down at you with an adoring look in his eyes

“I think you’d be an amazing mother” he whispers and you choke on air, feeling tears brimming in your eyes as you pass your sister her daughter back and quickly excuse yourself before rushing out of the room.

You were sitting on the roof, overlooking the town. You heave a sigh as you let the tears finally escape.

“Oh my sweet Y/N” you hear the gasp of your fiance from the doorway before he races towards you and he wraps you in his arms.

“I am so sorry, I know what has been taken from you, from both of us”

“Adrian, love, I’m pregnant” you whisper and he gasps before clutching your hands and asking

“Are you sure?”

“One of the lab techs ran tests for me yesterday, I wasn’t sure what was happening and why I was feeling so off colour but turns out it was just the pregnancy and hormones. Because of the first and what happened I guess I am able to have children” you explain and he nods along

“It makes sense she was a lot more powerful than the rest of us and you have proven so as well. I am so happy, we’re going to have a little baby of our own”

“We are” you say with a small smile.

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Dinner & Diatribes

Against his better judgement, Alucard allows another human in his castle again.

Note: [She/her] He is kind, even when he tries not to be. P.S. This has been sitting in my drafts for a whiiiile now, mostly because I had to publish first quite a number of very similar plot drabbles—the usual she meets Alucard while looking for shelter type of stories, so this had to wait a bit. Haven't received much of those type of requests lately so it's finally time for this original.

All this for fruits…

She knows she will essentially be seen as a trespasser, judging by the pikes that greeted her in front of this grand yet desolate-looking castle in the middle of nowhere. She really is lost, she realises. The map, before she lost it, never mentioned a castle. The forgotten Belmont estate, yes, but not a castle. Yet in front of her is very obviously a large castle of sorts.

But here she is now, and it’s nightfall. She has no choice in the matter really, not when the other option is to become dinner out there on the murky forest floor, most likely torn apart by night creatures. When she thinks of it that way, being put up on a pike by the castle’s obviously deranged owner actually seems like the more attractive option.

Gloomy, imposing castle it is then. She steps forward, shuddering as she goes.

If push comes to shove, maybe I can strike up a bargain, she thinks. Offer a service, perhaps? I don’t know, like clean the fucking bones off this deranged stranger’s lawn, maybe? She might snort if her racing heart would allow her to find genuine mirth in her situation. She just needs a place to sleep for the night, that is all. Surely, any reasonable person will understand.

She rubs her frozen hands together and continues past the pikes.

She sets her basket down on the steps and is about to push the castle’s heavy doors open—an apology and explanation ready on the tip of her tongue—when a masculine voice rings out in the quiet, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Halt.”

She bristles, heart racing despite herself.

“Tell me,” he says slowly as if he's talking to a mere child. “Is it ever wise to enter someone else’s property uninvited?”

Somehow the question irks her despite the precarious situation she finds herself in. Obviously not, she wants to retort. The pikes’ message is quite clear to me: Danger. Death imminent. Abandon all hope. Flee.

“No,” she admits instead, voice measured yet small. Still... he's the sick person with the pikes.

She’s afraid, Alucard notes. Erratic heartbeat, shallow breathing, and… no weapon in sight. Good.

He realises she’s no danger, perhaps just some luckless passerby—a forager by the looks of it—but she still needs to begone.

“Then?” he asks impatiently, voice clipped and mouth barely opening, concealing his fangs.

She seems to realise then that his voice is coming from behind her, so she turns around, and is immediately greeted by perhaps the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes on. She nearly gasps.

Alucard hears her heart skip a beat, or maybe a couple, but he pays it no mind.

“State your purpose here,” he commands. “The truth, stranger. Do not test me.”

Oh, I hadn’t the faintest desire to, she thinks.

“I… I—” she stammers, heat somehow rising to her cheeks despite the danger she finds herself in. “I need shelter. I’m just looking for a place to sleep for the night.”

She tells him about her failed foraging. How she had acquired an old map to the orchards surrounding the supposedly abandoned Belmont estate, intending to pluck fruits of all kind to sell the next morning. She’d heard from others how abundant fruits are around this area so she braved the long trip from her small village, intending to return well before nightfall, if only her map hadn’t blown in the wind, now lodged in the tall trees somewhere. If only she hadn’t gotten lost.

“But it’s not really abandoned, as it turns out…” she laughs a little, the sound of it apprehensive, almost sheepish. And there’s your castle which the map never indicated, she wants to add, but decides against it. Maybe she is still lost. Maybe she never even made it to the right place at all. Just how many abandoned places are there in this area? There are plenty of fruit trees around though…

“No, not abandoned,” he says. “Not anymore.”

She doesn’t press him.

“So,” she smiles nervously at him. “Will you let me stay for the night?” Please?

Alucard frowns.

He glances at Sumi and Taka—at what’s left of them—and reminds himself that there is no use in befriending humans. Not even when they appear docile with their long dresses and their fruit baskets and their nervous smiles. Humans can be terribly deceptive.

This one doesn’t seem particularly threatening though, and he can see her basket filled with stolen fruits from Belmont’s overgrown orchards, so her little excuse checks out at the very least. Besides, her elocution is strange. She really is not from here. It’s likely she does not even know who or what he is.

He looks up at the moonlight, at the dead of night. Shall I leave her to die?

He realises he is taking too long to answer, and her smile is starting to falter. He hears her heart rate pick up again. She is so frightened of being left out in the middle of the night that he swears he can smell it on her.

He sighs, and then he is lifting the dead hare in his hand that, in her trepidation, she never even noticed.

“For dinner,” he says, resigned.

Against his better judgement, he lets her in.

#hares… not me trying to make hares happen #yet another MC visitor #alucard x reader #alucard fanfic #adrian tepes #alucarddear writes #alucarrdear: dinner & diatribes #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader

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vampirkit · 2 months

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LUCYY AND KAMILAH SKETCH (+ lily and adrian)

#just realized i forgot lily’s choker… kms #kamilah x lucy #kamilah sayeed #lucy west #adrian raines #lily spencer #bloodbound #choices #kamilah x mc #my art

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kinda-iconic · 6 months

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…he nearly does as well 😭

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices bb #bloodbound ii #adrian raines #adrian x mc

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 2 years

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That one night - Part 2/3

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC

Words: 1.880

Warning: Angst

Part 2 of this fic! Tags, as always, in the reblog!

"What?" Amy said, grinning from his lap, taking her attention off the TV. He loved that bright smile of hers.

"Nothing, love." Adrian ran his fingers through her hair. "I'm just enjoying this moment with you."

"Me too." A few seconds passed as they kept looking at each other. Before long, she stood from the couch, sadly observing him. "It's a shame though. That we are going to lose this."

"What are you referring to?" She took a step back, but when he tried to follow her, his body kept firmly glued to the couch.

"Was it worth it?"

Another step back, more distance between them.

"What thing?"

She kept slowly walking backwards.

"Tell me, Adrian. Was it worth it? Your night with Isabella?"

His mouth went dry as he frantically tried to stand up from the damn sofa. "Amy…"

"You have lost me for a second time, Adrian." Her voice felt distant and the edges of her figure were blurred.

"It was a mistake, nothing more!"

"And this time, it was your fault."

He jolted on the bed, his ear buzzing with the voice of the Amy from his nightmare. He sat up, his back against the backrest, his fingers running over his face. His head hit the bedrest behind him as his eyes fell in the empty space beside him. He missed her so much.

Adrian had lived alone for centuries but two weeks without Amy had made him more miserable and lonely that he could remember. When the clock in the nightstand marked 4 am and he accepted he clearly wouldn't be capable of continuing to sleep. He stood slowly, heading to the bathroom. He pressed some buttons and started the shower, letting the hot water run down his back. By the time he entered his office, he was missing Amy with every step. He hadn't been conscious how used to their everyday routine he was until that moment.

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"Come in." Hours later, there was a knock on Adrian’s door, without separating his eyes from the computer screen in front of him. The moment the door opened, he inhaled that sweet familiar scent and heard that warm heart beating. It's been two weeks since the last time he saw her. Two weeks without talking with her, without seeing her in the office everyday. Two weeks desperately missing her. "Amy." He stood, not sure of what to do.

"Hi." She closed the door behind her, leaning against it. She didn't approach him and barely looked at him. "I don't want to bother you so I'll be quick."

"You never could bother me, Amy." He was yearning to hold her, to kiss her. To tell her how badly every second away from her hurt. "And, if you allow it, I need to talk with you." He allowed himself to study her for a second. She was thinner and with bags under her eyes, popping up from under the make up. Her long hair fell from her shoulders shapeless, and she stared off, showing a sadness that seemed capable of stabbing his chest.

"Yeah, I need to talk with you too." Her eyes drifted to the couch quickly looking away, like she had seen something painful. "I just came from Human Resources. I took an indeterminate leave without payment. I need you to approve it."

"You didn't need to do that."

"They are going to hire a substitute assistant for you." She kept saying with a monotonous tone. "They wanted me to train them but I can't."

"Can I ask why?"

"I'm leaving for Japan tonight." He felt his soul drop and an ache in his chest. She not only was keeping her distance, she was putting more than 6.000 miles between them.

"I see."

"It's not what you think." She winced a little, massaging her temple with her fingers. "I mean, it partially it is."

"Are you alright?" Adrian watched her with concern.

"Yeah, It's just, since… That night… My psychic powers are out of control. I'm going to train with Kano."

"Please, tell me how I can help."

"You can't." She checked the time on her cellphone. "I have to go."

"Amy, wait." He took her wrist, gently and, even though a shudder ran through her body, she didn't reject him. Cutting the distance between them, he got closer, his fingers slipping down until they intwined with hers. "How long are you going to be there? Where are you going to stay?"

"I don't know how long. Akeyo offered me an apartment to stay in." He wanted to say so many things but it wasn't the right time. If he could only go with her, be certain that she would be safe instead of doing such a long trip alone. "I won't, Lily is coming with me." She gave him an apologetic look at his surprised face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your mind. I can't control it."

"It's fine, Amy. Truly." She shook her head slightly and pulled her hand away.

"I really have to go." Adrian sighed, watching her with longlines as she turned to the door. She stood in place, her hand in the knob without pushing it open, hesitating. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Is it always meanless for you? Even…" She cleared her throat. "Even when it's us?"

"Of course not. When it's with you, Amy, it's more than just sex." He made a tiny pause, trying to put into words his thoughts and feelings. "It's closeness, it's love."

"But you also enjoy it, right?" She looked at the floor, embarrassed. "That's not the reason why you…" She couldn't end the phrase and Adrian noticed the way she shook her head, clearly trying to empty her mind.

"No, Amy. Never." A sad smile lifted the corners of his lips, as some moments with her replied in his mind. "Everything is exciting with you, not only the sex. Even the tiniest or most silly thing. You make every second of my life enjoyable."

"I just can't understand why this is happening. I get the vampire part but… I just thought…" She took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter."

"I know that you need a motive to comprehend this situation. But believe me, the only truth about it it's that it was a poor decision based on an old habit." Adrian leaned against his desk, crossing his arms, deeply and guiltily sighing. "A foolish judgment." Amy stood in the same place without moving a muscle, biting her bottom lip, tensely holding the knob. "And something that I regret every single day since."

"I gotta go." She opened the door, about rushing outside.

"Amy."

"Yeah?" He noticed the effort she was doing to be composed.

"If you need anything at all while you are there, the jet or whatever, please call me." No matter how upset she was with him, he wanted to be sure she would be safe.

"Thank you." She turned, their stare looking in each other's eyes for a couple of seconds, and she finally left the office, closing the door behind her, taking the momentary warmth with her.

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Amy threw her purse on the couch beside the door of the apartment. After being literally locked up with Kano training all day, he finally released her to rest. Her head pounded with the start of a headache. As she walked to the fridge, her phone bipped with a new text in her pocket. A rush of feelings struck her, like always, as she read Adrian's name in the notification bar. With a sigh, she opened it.

'I hope you are doing well.' Amy bit her inner cheek trying to keep her powers under control, forcing herself to not dwell in the upcoming vision of him having sex with Isabella. Adrian had contacted her just once or twice per week since she had left New York two months ago. She knew he wanted to give her space but also he was concerned for her.

'It's heading there. Thanks.'

After drinking a pack of cold blood, Amy stepped outside to the balcony. The view of Japan, incredible as always, opened up in front of her. She pushed the memories with Adrian to the back of her mind. After all this city had witnessed the moment their relationship went forward.

Some time later, she heard the front door and Lily walked inside the apartment.

"Amy?"

"Outside!" The characteristic 'pop' of an uncorked wine bottle came from the kitchen followed by Lily's step.

"I have exactly what you need." Amy chuckled as she passed her a glass of wine.

"Thanks."

"I love Japan at night." Lily said, admiring the million lights shining together.

"It's really pretty." Amy took another sip, getting lost in her thoughts for a while. "Lil, do you think I'm overreacting? About, you know… Adrian?" Amy watched the leftover of wine swirling in the glass, looking like blood under the darkness of the night.

"I don't think so." Lily took a thoughtful sip. "He loves you but he has lived for a long time. Old habits die hard."

"I try not to but I feel so betrayed. I…" She stopped to take a deep breath. "I don't want to feel like that and I don't know how to change it."

"Do you still love him?" Lily asked as Amy sat, lifting her legs and hugging them.

"Like the first day." She rested her cheek on her knee.

"In the end, that's all that it matters, Amy." Lily said, leaning against the rail of the balcony, observing her.

"I hope that's enough. I miss him. So much it hurts."

"He's probably lost without you."

Amy rolled her eyes. "He lived 200 years without me, Lil. He might miss me but that's it."

"You are mistaken there, Amy." Lily sat beside her. "After Gaius' attack he was destroyed. More than the vision showed you."

"Obviously." Amy answered bitery. "That's why he slept with another woman." She noticed her palms warmer with power so she took a deep breath to keep it in control.

"I'm not going to say that he didn't screw things up, cause he did." Lily swirled her drink before taking the last sip. "But you know he adores you. And that the guilt must be eating him alive."

"...I know."

"You two are going to fix this, if that's what you want. It's just going to take some time. And a very serious conversation between you."

"I hope you are right, Lil. I don't want to lose him but… If he wants an open relationship I don't know..."

"You won't lose him, Amy. But that's something you need to talk about with him." She squeezed her shoulder and stood, carrying her empty glass inside, giving her space.

Amy pulled her phone and unblocked the screen, opening his conversation, sadly smiling at his profile picture. Adrian just loved that silly photo of them as she held his face kissing his cheek. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, hesitating, and her teeth nibble the corner of her bottom lip. She didn't know if a second or an hour passed until her fingers moved on the screen, typing. It wasn't much but it was a start.

'By the way, Tokyo Tower says hi.'

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