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[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Hello, I like the stories you create, especially the one about Bloodbound. Can you create a story about Adrian Raines, MC, and Zuri again? Thank you!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm truly happy you enjoy them! And... Omg, it's like you read my mind! I just finished this piece of them and let me tell you, be ready for an overdose of cuteness! lol (Or at least that it's how it felt while writing it!) I just love them together! Here hoping you enjoy it!

First birthday

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC x OC Zuri (their daughter)

Warning: Just a tiny bit of angst but fluff fluff fluff!

Words: 1.133

As always, tagging in the reblog!

Amy turned around on the bed, surprised to see the absence of Adrian's arm around her and his side of the bed empty. She hadn't heard the baby monitor go off so she knew Zuri hadn't disturbed his sleep. She stood up and walked towards the baby's room first. When she pushed open the ajar door, a little smile blossomed on her face, watching Adrian attentively looking at their little girl. She tip-toed up to him and hugged his waist from behind, kissing his nape.

"Is she okay? I didn't hear her cry." Amy whispered as he turned, holding her back and kissing her forehead.

"She's fine, love. I woke up and took the opportunity to check on her." 

"And you? Do you feel alright?" 

"Everything is just perfect." She studied him for a bit before gently cupping his cheek, making him look at her. Zuri's first birthday would be in a couple of days and Amy was pretty sure what was going on in his mind.

"We are okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to her. Or me." Adrian paused for a moment with a serious expression, before sighing, his shoulders slumped a little and his brows knitting together. 

"It scares me to think that history repeats itself. To lose everything I love again."

"It won't." She knew that he had lost his son just a few days after his first birthday.

 "I will mentally torture anyone that even tries to touch her." His hands squeezed her involuntarily. "They can ask Gaius how that feels." He quietly chuckled, a bit of tension smoking away from him. "I promised you, when I woke up, that you will never lose me again. Let me add something to that promise." Their eyes fixed to each other, intensely and profoundly. "You are not going to lose her either, Adrian."

"It just… You two are everything to me." His voice was low but filled with emotion, directing his gaze back at Zuri, still asleep in her crib. "My whole world." 

"Do you trust me?" He turned to her, surprised at the question.

"You know I trust you more than anyone or anything, Amy." 

"Then trust me when I say that nothing bad is going to happen." 

"I'll try, my love." She brushed his cheek with her lips before detangling from his hold. "But it's not easy…"

"Of course it's not. But you have to try." Slowly and tenderly, she lifted Zuri from the crib, careful to not wake her, leaning her on her shoulder. Her little arms rested on her chest, her mouth slightly open while Amy gently patted her back. "You deserved to enjoy every second with her, to not be worried or scared." He kissed Zuri's small head.

"Believe me, I am." Careful to not disturb the baby, he sweetly took Amy's lips with his. "I love you, my eternity."

"Almost eleven years together and you still sound as cheesy as the first time." She said with a little smirk as he silently chuckled and leaned his head against hers. "I love you too, handsome."

"As if you don't like it." Adrian winked at her.

"Of course I do. I mean, there's a reason I married you." Zuri moved against her causing Amy to tighten her hold a little more. "Let's go back to bed. This lady can sleep with us for a few days." She moved to the door, quietly walking to their bedroom, Adrian turned off the dim light and followed her. Carefully, she lowered Zuri's tiny frame onto the bed, laying her down in the space between them. Amy smiled at her as she caressed her cheek with the back of her finger, getting comfortable beside her. "Having her in our lives still amazes me sometimes.”

"I know the feeling. She's positively extraordinary." He gently and protectively rested his hand on her belly, his thumb stroking her tummy below the soft light pink onesie with the print of a joystick and the quote 'Player 3 has joined the game' that Lily had given her. Amy moved her finger, leading it inside the tiny loose fist, holding her hand, and kissed the side of her head until she fell asleep once more, her face almost touching Zuri's. 

Adrian stood awake a long time, simply observing them, hearing their steady heartbeats and the soothing rhythm of their breathing. He knew Amy was right, after all it had been years since something dangerous had happened to them but no matter how hard he tried, the uneasiness was still there. Zuri gave a little kick with her right leg and he smiled at her. When they had decided to start the adoption process, he knew he would love them no matter what but he hadn't expected it would be this much. At that time, he had noticed how worried Amy had been for him, trying not to make him feel they were replacing his first family. And he loved her for that, even more than he already did.

Zuri's cry called his attention. He picked her up, activating the bottle warmer with the remote, going to the kitchen so Amy could keep sleeping. He checked her diaper just in case but it was completely clean. 

"Sh sh, beautiful. It's almost done." He rocked her a bit, waiting the last two minutes until the bottle was ready, kissing her forehead. He took the bottle, offering it to her, smiling when she vigorously drank it, her bright eyes glued at him. "You and your mom are equally enthusiastic about food." Her gulps continued like that for a little while, becoming gradual until it finally stopped. Adrian left the almost empty bottle in the sink and gently leaned her over his shoulder, clapping her back softly, waiting for her burp. The little belch echoed in the kitchen, making him smile, and wiped her mouth with the towel he was holding. He gently lay her over his arm, calmly passing around, until her eyelids flushered, beginning to close again. "Time for bed, little angel." He returned to the bedroom, grinning at Amy profoundly asleep. By the time he sat her down on the mattress, her cute snores had begun again. He took the hem of the cover and pulled it up, making sure that neither of them were cold. As he looked at them he thought of all the years of darkness and pain, all the times that he had felt empty or lost. Of course he would never forget those years but… If it meant being this incredibly happy again, he would definitely go through all that again. Because they are definitely worth it. As his own eyelids started to close, a smile curved his lips up, noticing how Amy's finger, somehow, was in Zuri's grasp again.

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The Evening ― a Bound by Destiny drabble

⥼ Summary ⥽

While Nadya is busy making friends among the Ball's other human guests, Adrian and Kamilah retreat to the vampire-exclusive La Soiree. It is there that Adrian meets a pair of vampires with which to spend the evening... and finds himself caught up in the scintillating air of their natural mystery.

note: This piece takes place during Bound by Destiny, during the events of Chapter 10: The Cellar. It is not necessary to read to understand Book 1 or the Oblivion Bound series, but it does provide a fun insight into both Adrian and the original characters Valdas and Isseya.

word count: 4,175 rating: mature content warnings: language, blood drinking, vaguely-described sexual situations find out more: HERE

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

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By the third time Kamilah sweeps her gaze across the room he’s had enough.

“You don’t need to babysit me all night. Do you think I’m going to up and retreat the moment you turn your back?”

The look she gives him isn’t entirely unwarranted; a simple arched brow and the kind of breath that shifts her bosom at the top of her corset but serves only to be seen and understood.

For as long as he’s known her, Adrian has been fascinated with Kamilah’s skill of speaking columns without so much as an utterance. Maybe it comes with age. More likely it’s just something uniquely Kamilah.

“Give yourself a tad more credit Adrian.” She curls a single finger in the air; summoning a serving boy from out of his line of sight and plucks her choice of dark amber liquor from his offered assortment. “‘Retreat’ is not a word in your lexicon.”

The same silver tray is offered to Adrian. He declines, and the servant flits away.

“You know what I mean.”

Kamilah savors her drink for a long moment. “Perhaps I did, once. Now, however, I find myself in need of a translator where you are concerned.”

And… well, isn’t that entirely not what he was expecting. “What’s that about?”

“It is about the changes I’ve seen in you over the last few months. I’ve yet to determine whether or not to be concerned.”

“A chan—” But before he can even get the full question out, Kamilah cuts him off.

“Do not play the fool to me. Never to me.”

Eyes sharp as the daggers she collects so avidly; plum-tinted lips curled into a frown usually reserved for literally anyone else. All of her discontent plain to see despite the heady fog of incense that curls around the foyer and its guests.

But it’s not exactly difficult for Adrian to figure out the source of her ire. The unspoken name that’s kept her on her toes.

Only Adrian wouldn’t dare do anything but call Nadya a profoundly positive influence on his life. Not even just his—Kamilah’s, too. How long has it been since he’s heard even the whisper of amusement curled into the corners of her mouth? Or seen a kindness as simple as slipping Nadya her Clan symbol so she wouldn’t have to brave the train ride without them at her side?

One of his great personal tragedies of the last century was being forced into the role of silent witness to the hardening of Kamilah Sayeed’s heart. And yet she sits here in front of him and implies he’s the only one changed by the strange yet welcome break in immortal tedium ignited by their wondrous new human friend.

Alas, Adrian isn’t the least bit surprised.

He’s young (compared to her, anyway), but not stupid.

Before Adrian can speak a word in his own defense a familiar and throaty laugh catches the pair’s attention. It has Adrian looking beyond her shoulder while Kamilah twists lithely to join him in watching Lester’s entrance to the evening’s events.

To no one’s surprise their fellow Council member has arrived with a beautiful woman gracing each arm. Mortal, given the flush in their cheeks — and no doubt a disturbingly small fraction of his presumed age. He postures; he always does. Loud bellowing guffaws and over-exaggerated reunions with old friends he will need plenty of liquor to recall the names of.

By the time he’s made his way across the foyer there’s an entire Castellanos entourage on his heels. And as quickly as they gathered… they all vanish together too. Gone behind one of several doorways draped in maroon velvet.

Attentions turning back to one another, the looks Adrian and Kamilah exchange make his heart feel a little bit lighter. Even when they aren’t eye-to-eye on one thing, they will always be on the same team.

“Well we know which salon to steer clear of.” Adrian muses.

“I would venture caution even to those which share a wall with his den of debauchery.”

That, however, brings up the unspoken discussion neither of them have wanted to set in motion. The one where they discuss their own and each others’ participation in the soiree’s intended purpose.

Kamilah is certainly dressed for it. And Adrian isn’t even the only one around them wearing a simple suit — sometimes what is not revealed is just as tantalizing as what is, after all.

So he sighs, accepts defeat, and politely stops the closest server for his pick of red wines on offer. “I’ll stay—salut,” his raised glass meets hers between them, “but I’ve got too much on my mind to even think about… joining in.”

Knowing it’s the best she’s going to get out of him, Kamilah accepts this and begins to unwind herself from the supple leather sofa.

“One of these days you might want to try not shouldering the world’s every burden.”

“One of these days.”

“And when such a day comes, I might just die from shock.”

“Just don’t resent me for being your demise.”

With a bemused little smile Kamilah bends down to bestow chaste kisses to his cheeks. It’s enough to give Adrian a strange yet fleeting sense of relief. “I cannot make any promises about not holding it against you,” she teases. “But in all seriousness— do try to find something to keep you entertained tonight. You might even find yourself enjoying what opportunity comes along. It does so only once a decade, if you recall.”

Then Kamilah takes her leave. Adrian watches her go for lack of anything better to do… though the sight of her greeting an unfamiliar woman with a coy smile and friendly kisses isn’t exactly easy on him. He’s glad she’s giving into the opportunity to let loose even a little bit — but knowing what Adrian does about Nadya and her feelings towards Kamilah…

Well, he’s frustrated. Torn between two loyalties. But that’s nothing new.

La Soiree is still in its early hours. Eventually the foyer, still bustling with the last wave of attendees under the impression fashionably late has modern relevance, will be no more than an echoing chamber. And Adrian still doesn’t know if he plans on being one of the scant few left behind.

Wistfully his thoughts drift—unsurprisingly—to Nadya and the Cellar party happening below. Maybe he could pop in. Could check and just make sure she’s acclimating and finding friends and doing well. But would the attendants even let him in…?

The other end of the long couch sighs. Drawing Adrian’s attention to the man helping himself in taking up Kamilah’s place.

He gives the stranger a polite nod out of sheer courtesy — already readying himself to stand and take his leave.

“Surely there is enough room to share?”

Adrian blinks, startled. Looking back at the man but unsure of what to say.

“Yes, you,” the stranger offers a small chuckle and a sweeping hand to all of the empty cushions around them. “There’s no need to leave. In fact, I invite the pleasure of your company.”

The pleasure of his company? Words no doubt carefully-chosen here… of all places.

“Unless…” The man shrugs one shoulder before looking up at Adrian through obviously lowered lashes. “You have a prior engagement, of course.”

Something about the unspoken implication rubs Adrian the wrong way; and makes him debate staying solely to prove the man wrong. There’s a touch of the sinner in the glint of the stranger’s honeyed eyes and the almost predatory way he watches Adrian while sipping his drink.

Apparently… he’s doing this. Adrian sits back down… and tries to reassure himself of the feeling that he may not have really had a choice in the matter. Of course he did.

… Right?

The other vampire doesn’t bother hiding the victory lacing his smile. “Forgive me, where are my manners…”

He extends a dark hand… and the moment Adrian reciprocates the other takes it as unspoken permission to snatch up the empty cushion between them.

“You will call me Valdas.”

Oh will he? “Adrian, Adrian Raines.”

Only Valdas doesn’t relinquish his grip so easily. Leaving Adrian watching with growing confusion and unease as he turns over their joined hands with a tender curiosity.

“Ease the tension in your jaw. It isn’t good for such a handsome face to always look so displeased with the world.”

Reluctantly, Adrian does. “I don’t think I look… displeased,” and brushing the barely-concealed compliment aside… “May I have my hand back, Valdas?”

Apparently not. Well-trimmed nails brush along the inside of his upturned wrist. They linger in the same way winter just won’t let the city go in February. The barest touch dragging along the lines of Adrian’s palm in a way only a lover’s should.

Valdas hums as if pleased. “The trained eye can always tell who among us are survivors of the days of old. Indulge me this, Adrian Raines — I would put you at two, three centuries walking?”

“Pardon?”

“You are pardoned. I’m asking for your age, young man.” Which is a strange endearment to hear from someone who looks pretty close to him in physical age at the very least. Adrian can almost imagine a bit of a baby face hiding under that thick and well-trimmed beard.

While asking someone’s age isn’t any taboo among their kind—especially those gathered at La Soiree—Adrian can’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable; sharing his age with a man he’s only just met. It’s a clear indicator at the very least that he’s not from around New York or the surrounding states. If he was he’d know Adrian by sight. And age has always been an important measure of decorum — among the Council anyway. It’s why the likes of the Baron will always hesitate before crossing Kamilah; or even Adrian himself for that matter.

Kamilah had even explained to him once the importance of age in the old European vampire culture. How it dictated everything from eye contact to forms of address to even whether you could speak to someone at all.

If Adrian’s placing this Valdas’ accent even remotely geographically close… these could be dangerous waters ahead.

Subtly, Adrian tries to coax his hand free. “Is it that important?”

He fails. Earning instead the stroke of a roughly calloused thumb over the top of his palm. “My curiosity has you uncomfortable,” Valdas answers; a statement that leaves Adrian slightly taken aback.

“Well, no, I —”

The other vampire’s grasp tightens suddenly. It’s minuscule, but definitely noteworthy.

“I do not ask the same thing twice.”

That Adrian doesn’t have a hard time believing. At this rate it’s just easier to answer and get it over with. “I’ve never had a reason to count the years off,” he coolly lies, but still offers, “somewhere over the head of two hundred and fifty, though.”

His acquiescence is met favorably; an almost proud curve added to Valdas’ smile while he nods.

“Yes. I thought so.”

“How could you tell?”

Valdas seems glad Adrian asks. He gestures with a sweep of his thumb over calluses so old Adrian often forgets they’re there; no more important or defining unto him than the scar on his foot from the angry end of a horseshoe nail in his youth, or the chip on his bottom tooth he had been forced to wait for modern dentistry to finally get corrected.

Judging by the way Valdas looks at them, too, their permanence is kind of the whole point.

“The evidence is here, do you see? So many of us lucky enough to have survived have telltale marks such as these. Marks from a farmer’s labor or a blacksmith’s skill. Yours, Adrian, are a tad more distinct though. I would recognize another soldier’s hands anywhere.”

There was once a time when Adrian would have recoiled at the assumption. It didn’t matter if it was true or not. But Gaius has been gone for so long, now. Titles like Soldier, like Bloodqueen, have faded into nothing more than words; as mundane as their current occupations of CEO and Council Member.

“You’re a regular Sherlock Holmes, huh.”

Valdas again shrugs a single shoulder. Then he turns his own hand up and into Adrian’s cupped palm to reveal his own similarly rough hewn skin.

“Deduction has its uses to be sure. But I’ve found experience to be a far more adept means of investigation.”

At least Adrian can take his hand back, now.

“Well I guess my eye isn’t as trained. I hope you’re not waiting for me to guess your age.”

“Why would I, when the time it would take you to do so even close to accurately could be spent in far more amicable ways?”

In the time it takes Adrian to realize his intended insult, Valdas throws his arm over the back of the couch and allows himself to sink further into the pliant leather for comfort.

Well, Adrian thinks, there are worse ways to spend the evening.

He could be in the same room as Lester.

“I take it you are local to the area?”

Adrian nods. “Well—Manhattan, yes.”

“I mean to say that this is not your first of these events.” Valdas gestures broadly to the foyer around them; growing more empty with every passing minute. The intricate and semi-sexual dance of small talk and choosing partners seems to be nearly over.

Ah. “Oh, no then,” he answers. “What about you?” Since it’s highly unlikely his companion is here for someone’s Debut.

“‘Tis our first on this continent. Though the Balls of old hosted by the young Lord Lafayette weren’t so specific in nature back then — they never were.”

There’s… quite a bit to unpack there in a simple statement; and Adrian doesn’t really know where to begin. Maybe that’s a good thing—famous last thoughts—when Valdas reaches forward and cards a surprisingly gentle touch through his hair.

Adrian should be leaning away.

Why isn’t he leaning away?

Because apparently once again Kamilah is proven right — only this time she isn’t even here to reap the spoils of her victory. And because maybe it has been a while since Adrian has… indulged himself with the company of another. It’s not as though Valdas isn’t an attractive man; that’s not it at all. He just isn’t the first person Adrian would have picked out in a room full of equally eligible vampires ranging from casually friendly to just plain horny.

So where does that leave them?

It leaves Adrian speechless; a wordless yet not entirely unwilling participant to the way the other vampire takes slow and purposeful advances. It’s not like Valdas is trying to lure him in falsely with a ruse. They both know exactly what’s going on, what each movement and action mean, and what they could very well build up to.

And Valdas is surprisingly patient as he waits to see if his affections will be reciprocated… or politely refused.

Adrian Raines is a polite man by nature. However he doesn’t refuse.

The rough pad of Valdas’ thumb swipes over Adrian’s bottom lip slowly and with care. Pressing down with the barest of pressure; just enough to feel the tip of his nail on his front tooth.

There’s a point to this brief hesitation. Now would be the time to tell him to stop, if that’s the plan.

Instead, Adrian asks— “Which party would you be referring to, exactly? The Ball, or La Soiree?”

The answer to Adrian’s question lies not in words, but in the way Valdas moves his hand to hold the other’s chin with thumb and forefinger; in the way Adrian follows by allowing his head to cant to the side, welcoming a warm exhale of breath on his neck.

Valdas’ lips tease just shy of a kiss. There’s the tickle of his facial hair that Adrian hasn’t felt in—phew—at least two decades, maybe more? Sensations both familiar in theory and new in specific experience. All that and the air of hunger that hangs over them, sultry and sweet.

Adrian’s half-lidded eyes briefly sweep the room around them in a daze; looking but not really seeing anything from beyond this moment the men have sealed themselves in. Why would he even bother — when there’s still so much to be taken in from the awakening his body is undergoing?

That strong grip winds its way into Adrian’s coiffed hair — clutching at soft strands and digging into his scalp. Like the hand’s owner was born in the tumultuous storm straddling pleasure and pain and has never left it.

“May I?”

Two words given breath and life wet against Adrian’s throat. He isn’t given the chance to answer… but he doesn’t need to when blunted teeth suddenly give way to something sharper.

The lightest twitch is all it takes for Valdas’ fangs to pierce Adrian’s flesh. It’s a carnal act as much as it is a relief; eliminating the need to navigate the murky waters of speech any further.

They sit together, each man’s existence honed in on the other, for what feels like an eternity. The soiree, the Ball itself; everything could continue to move and flow around them and Adrian is quite sure he would be none the wiser.

Yet every time he reaches out to offer some kind of physical reciprocation, Valdas declines. Whether it’s seeking out his cheeks or hair, trying to skirt touches to his neck or shoulders… even when Adrian tries to switch subtle tactics and goes for the buttons of Valdas’ dress shirt with certainty—the other man pushes his hands back in a silent command to simply enjoy. To allow himself to be enjoyed.

The next attempt becomes his last. Rejection joined this time by punishment of Adrian’s hands held bound in his own lap. He really doesn’t have a choice after that.

Somewhere in the din of it all the hairs on the back of Adrian’s arms prickle with gooseflesh. It’s enough to drag him into awareness beyond the heated coil burning in his belly and back to the world that—somehow, like a fever dream—exists outside of Valdas’ extremely talented mouth.

They are being watched.

They are being enjoyed.

One of the staff tries to offer the woman an hors d’oeuvre; just doing her job, being polite. But even from across the room Adrian can see the tension rippling underneath supple olive skin; can sense it in the shift of her lithe body under the dim lighting of the chandelier, and in the way the sheer veils that cover just enough of her skin glide effortlessly along her body and curves.

She is dark black hair in ringlets around sharp cheekbones and a sharper jawline. One eye the color of a tree in morning light and the other an ivy-toned green; both pupils blown wide and black and seemingly endless. And her smile… oh how her fangs catch pearlescent in the light.

He has absolutely no idea who she is.

That doesn’t stop her from staring at them with eyes giving new definition to the word desire.

But the attention starts to unnerve Adrian slightly. Enough to make him twitch and move under Valdas’ continued bloodstained attentions — though his body isn’t sure where to go.

Judging by the tightening grip on his hair… nowhere.

But even through whatever lusting frenzy has him so enamored, Valdas doesn’t ignore the chance of ambiance. Rather than pull back entirely he simply shifts; coyly tucking his face into Adrian’s fluttering pulse in order to cast a subtle glance at what exactly has his new treat ready to flee.

“Ah, yes,” he croons, a familiarity in his tone that catches Adrian off guard, “she can be rather… intense at first. But I assure you darling, she means no harm. Well… none that will go unrewarded anyway.”

Blinking through the haze of Valdas is harder than Adrian expected it to be. “You… know her?” He asks.

Only the second the words pass his lips he no longer needs them. Only then does he remember Valdas’ earlier choice of words—

“…our first time…”

—and it all makes sense.

“She’s your… partner.”

Valdas chuckles lowly; lets his rumbling voice thickened with arousal burrow itself a home beneath Adrian’s skin.

“To call her such a plain term is almost an insult — not that you could have known. If my beloved is merely my partner, then this—here, you and I—is nothing more than a business-like chat.”

Which they both know is an understatement. Point proven when Valdas finally releases his wrists, reaching between their entwined bodies to palm the evidence of Adrian’s enjoyment of even the little they’ve done so far. Finding him full and aching; eager for release against the tight fabric of his suit slacks.

“I can’t recall business ever putting me… here.” Hard, confused; the itch of the role of prey tingling the base of his spine in a way it hadn’t since Adrian was Turned.

And all-too-quickly due to that woman’s unwavering stare.

Valdas wrenches Adrian’s focus back from across the room with a squeeze. Watching and relishing every expression flickering across Adrian’s face with rapt obsession. “I’m gladdened to know you aren’t opposed to Isseya’s voyeurism.”

Any protests that might have been are thus no longer. They die on the tip of Adrian’s tongue; swallowed down so quickly he almost chokes on them in exchange for the moan Valdas pulls from him when he skillfully destroys Adrian’s button fly without a care.

His head falls back against the back of the chaise, his world sent off-kilter, everything distorted at the edges of his sight.

Only to be brought back by the slow and purposeful approach of the tigress called Isseya.

Deceitfully delicate hands fall on his shoulders. The whisper of a soft thumb stroking the juncture where Adrian’s neck meets his shoulder that quickly grows heavy. Effortlessly she is holding him down — pinned and prone.

Isseya leans over him then — fully aware of how her supple breasts follow the curve of her spine to lean just within reach of his parted lips. But the kiss she captures Valdas with becomes a form of distraction all its own.

Humans invented monogamy because to them life was fleeting. Vampires have a very different mindset—and rightly so. There are dozens of ways two (or more) of their kind can define the relationships they have between one another and all together; probably even more than Adrian knows.

But as he watches their tongues tangle soft and exploratory, two of Valdas’ fingers tucking under Isseya’s chin and the control held in such a simple touch… Adrian quickly learns, and understands.

Calling her partner really was a kind of insult. It belittles them and what they are together; what they have. What they let wash over Adrian in building desperation and raising volume wet and eager and only continuing to grow.

What would it be like to kiss someone like that, Adrian finds himself wondering. It’s not an answer, but as if under a compulsion he watches himself lend Valdas a hand by hooking his finger into the rope belt hanging low on Isseya’s hips — like that could somehow hold her there.

The couple press their foreheads together briefly before parting in a silent reckoning. Isseya’s gaze trails lazily back to Adrian like he’s an afterthought.

Oh, yes. You exist.

“You always find me the prettiest presents, My Beloved One.” Her voice rings like chimes on a twilight breeze.

With a chuckle and a nod, Valdas resumes his earlier pursuit — fingers dipping steadily below Adrian’s bespoke waistline to take his arousal in hand. “Who said he was yours?”

“I did.”

“I rather like him for mine own.”

“Cruel, lover.”

Adrian wants to interject; though at the moment his brain is likely to say something stupid about not belonging to anyone, about being his own man. But it’s difficult to think when he’s… like this.

“Strong jaw, good cheekbones… You know I love the cheekbones.” Yet even the bare minimum of a compliment feels, coming from her, like worshipful praise.

His stare is glassy, and he looks up at Isseya with acceptance as well as desire. Another minute more and Adrian worries he might find it impossible to deny them both of anything. Especially the inevitable.

Maybe that’s the whole point.

“Does he suit your vision of the evening, my love?” Valdas asks, words breathed like worship into Isseya’s slender neck. The vampiress hums at the affection and question both, sweeping Adrian up in another of her all-consuming gazes.

“I’d have to taste of him, first.”

Rather than give her an answer, Valdas simply turns to Adrian with a single eyebrow raised.

The unspoken question hangs loudly between them all.

Well? The choice is his.

Well…

Adrian watches his hand cup the back of Isseya’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

There are worse ways to spend the evening.

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November 2023

Kamilah Sayeed Fanart 🎨by @myautumnrose

Lily Spencer Fanart 🎨 by @sazanes

Lily Spencer Fanart 2 🎨 by @sazanes

The Blood Queen & Her King ✒️Ⓜ️| Gaius x Kamilah - @deadcellmate

Sacramentum ✒️Ⓜ️| Gaius Augustine, Kamilah Sayeed, Adrian Raines - @gaiuskamilah

December 2023

Reunification ✒️Ⓜ️| Rheya Apostolous - @deadcellmate

Adrian Raines x F!MC 🎨🌟 by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

Jax Matuso x F!MC 🎨🌟by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

Gaius Augustine x MC 🎨by @rainesenator for @gaiuskamilah

Gaius, Kamilah, Adrian Fanart 🎨by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @talasintahan

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 4/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

I genuinely forgot about posting Bloodbound for a hot minute lol whoops

Word Count: 2128 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: Smut (No penetration because we're not having another Bella situation)

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They walked back to the bar, with Carlisle closing the tab for the night and paying for the drinks, tipping 50% which made Celine bite her lip in excitement. After getting his card back, they rushed out of the building hand in hand. Carlisle noticed that Rosalie’s car was outside, a silent reminder of the watchful eyes of their family. He took Celine to his car, opening the passenger seat door and letting her enter the car

“I’ll be fast, I promise.” Carlisle whispered to Celine, who only nodded in response. He left a quick peck on her lips before rushing to Rosalie’s car. He knocked on the window, wondering why they were there

“Do not even think of doing something with her tonight.” Rosalie threatened immediately as the window was going down “You’ll hurt her.”

“I do not intend on bedding her while she has alcohol in her system.” He half-lied, knowing that the alcohol in Celine’s system is already almost gone. He could smell her blood slowly going back to its same alluring scent, hinting that she was slowly sobering up

“The rogue vampire is gone.” Alice informed him “Just don’t mind the scent in her place for the time being. It’s…sickening.”

“I’ll remember that.” Carlisle nodded “Are the others gone now?”

“Yes. I told them to leave after they’ve remove the vampire in her place.” Esme answered “Good luck, I think you’ll need it.”

“Go home.” Carlisle said, rolling his eyes at them and going back to his car, where Celine was waiting patiently

“What happened?” Celine asked, the scent of alcohol was still evident in her and Carlisle is having a hard time with just sitting still

“They decided to come to enjoy the night out, thankfully, we’re about to leave too.” He informed her, pulling the seatbelt from her side and buckling it, his eyes on her. He was looking at her face, admiring the features the gods have graced her with

“Is there anything on my face?” Celine asked consciously, about to look at herself in the vanity mirror in his car

“No, you’re just really, really beautiful.” Carlisle whispered softly before starting his car. A smile on his face as he drives back to her place

It was quiet, Carlisle was reaching for the gearshift when he accidentally touched Celine’s thighs. He heard her jolt up in shock making him quickly pull away from the gearshift, scared that he’s made her uncomfortable.

“It’s alright, I was just shocked.” Celine assured him

Her house was coming in sight. Alice wasn’t lying when she said that the scent was sickening. Carlisle couldn't ignore the scent that permeated the air. It was a nauseating mixture of alcohol, human blood, and the unmistakable stench of vomit. He’s happy that Celine couldn’t smell it, he’d rather save her of dealing with scents like these

Rosalie’s voice was echoing in her head “Do not even think of doing something with her tonight.” He could hear her threats. Carlisle understood that she meant well, and that she was right in this discussion. The memory of Edward's unintentional harm to Bella served as a stark reminder of the dangers inherent in their world.

‘What assurance did I have that I won’t do the same with Celine? What assurance did I have that I’ll be able to control myself?’ He thought, scared of seeing Celine hurt because of him

As Carlisle parked the car in front of Celine's house, a sense of resolve settled within him. He knew what needed to be done. With purposeful strides, he swiftly exited the car and made his way to the passenger seat, where Celine was just about to step out.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him into her house. Without hesitation, he allowed himself to be led, his steps quickening as they made their way into her bedroom. Carlisle lifted her up in his arms, cradling her bridal style as he carried her to the bed. Reaching her bed, Carlisle made him and Celine fall on the bed, a small ‘thud’ and a bounce getting them to giggle.

Celine positioned herself on his lap, pulling him closer for a kiss. It was deep, it was heavy, it was filled with desire. Her desire to feel him. She could feel him get harder, so she started slowly grinding. Carlisle pulled away, letting out a grunt before pulling her for another make out, only this time, his hands were exploring the curves of her body.

She took matters into her own hands, slowly removing his polo shirt, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck as she unbuckled his pants to lift the shirt over his head. Carlisle whimpered under her affectionate touch, his desire evident in every breath. With each kiss, Celine felt herself growing increasingly aroused. She pulled away, finally removing his top

“Need to please you.” Carlisle murmured as Celine’s hands were tracing down his torso, her eyes filled with seduction as he admires him. He wished that he had Edward’s powers at that moment to know what she was thinking about

‘What a masterpiece.’ Celine thought, seeing Carlisle's toned body. Her suspicion was right, he did take care of his physique, and she was blessed to see him like that

Carlisle gently laid Celine down and positioned himself over her, his hands delicately tracing the curves of her waist as he crawled onto the bed. With deliberate care, he began to play with the hem of her blouse, gradually removing it to grant himself greater access to her skin.

“You are divine. A masterpiece carved by the gods above.” Carlisle whispered, indulging himself as he left shallow bite marks on Celine's shoulders, his words an ode to her beauty. Each mark elicited soft whimpers of pleasure from her lips, igniting a symphony of desire between them

Carlisle tenderly explored Celine's shoulders and neck, marking her skin with gentle kisses that elicited moans of pleasure. With deliberate care, he trailed his fingers down to her legs, lifting her skirt and removing the barrier of her panties, eager to continue bestowing pleasure upon his beloved mate.

"Carlisle," Celine moaned softly, her plea laced with desire. "No teasing.”

"I have no intention of teasing you, my love," Carlisle assured, his fingers deftly caressing the growing wetness between Celine's thighs "I simply wish to savor every moment with you."

"Carlisle, please," Celine breathed out, her voice filled with urgency. Carlisle chuckled at her reaction; he hadn't even begun, yet Celine was already pleading

Carlisle gently slid two fingers inside her, giving Celine a moment to adjust to the sensation. She moaned, arching her back in response. Sensing her readiness and just how needy she already is, he abandoned his slow pace, opting instead to quicken the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Simultaneously, he brought his mouth to her clit, skillfully heightening her pleasure with each tantalizing touch.

"Carlisle," Celine breathed out, her racing heartbeat audible to him, indicating her nearing climax.

"Yes, my love?" Carlisle responded, withdrawing from her clit, a trail of saliva lingering as he used his other hand to heighten her pleasure.

"So close." She managed to mutter amidst deep pants.

"I'm aware." He replied calmly, maintaining the rhythm of his hands on her.

It didn’t take long for Celine to cry out his name, her back arching in pleasure as Carlisle continued the steady rhythm of his fingers on her. He even returned to her clit, using his mouth to stimulate her sensitive, freshly-orgasmed pussy

"C-Carlisle!" Celine squealed, grasping a handful of his hair as she grinded her pussy against his face. Carlisle welcomed her enthusiasm, releasing his hands from her and encircling her thighs, ensuring she remained in place.

Carlisle decided that he was gonna force a few more orgasm out of her before calling it a day, a perfect alibi in his mind already. He didn't need his vampiric senses to discern that she was nearing climax once more. Celine's fervent whimpers of his name resonated through the air like sacred incantations as her back arched in pleasure, instinctively tightening her hold on his hair, her fingers gripping the strands with increasing fervor

"Carlisle, I'm cumming!" Celine yelled, instinctively thrusting her hips. Carlisle gently pushed her back down, determined to ride out her orgasm before withdrawing from her.

“Think you can handle a bit more?” Carlisle teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he slid his two fingers back inside her. He watched with satisfaction as Celine's eyes rolled back in pleasure, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

“Oh my god,” Celine breathed out, her pleas for more barely audible amidst the moans

Carlisle chuckled and increased his pace, driven by the desire to get another orgasm from her. He placed his other hand on her clit, rubbing his fingers around to stimulate her more.

He was addicted to her every whimpers and her every moan, wanting to do everything in him to push more out of her

He was growing more addicted to her.

"I can't quite hear you, could you say it louder for me, my love?" Carlisle teased, curling his fingers inside her, eliciting a louder moan from Celine.

“I’m getting close.” Celine stuttered out, her chest heaving with each pant

“How close?” Carlisle only asked, making sure to settle his pace on one that could get Celine on her orgasm

“So close, please.” Celine whimpered, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly

"Do you think you can hold on until I give you permission?" Carlisle asked softly, his other hand resting on her waist, his thumb tracing circles on her skin

“So close— can’t anym-m—

Celine's sentence was cut off as she succumbed to another orgasm, her pussy pulsating around Carlisle's fingers. He maintained his pace until Celine rested her hand on his, gently pushing his hands away, signaling that she had reached her limit.

“How was it, my love?” Carlisle asked her, pulling his fingers out looking at her flushed face. She was panting, and anyone would clearly be able to see just how used she had been

‘To think that it’s just been three orgasms’ Carlisle thought to himself, chuckling as Celine catches her breath

“How about you?” Celine asked, sitting up and gazing at him with concern “This was for the both of us, not just me.”

“Do not worry about me. All I want is for today to be about you.” Carlisle assured her, moving to sit beside Celine and gently pushing the strands of hair that had become damp with sweat away from her “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Stay the night?” Celine asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes

He kissed her forehead tenderly in response, getting up from her bed and going to what he assumed was her closet. He grabbed some clothes for her to wear and brought it back to the bed. He grabbed a clean cloth and went to her bathroom, wetting the cloth and wringing it for it to be damp. Coming back to her, she was about to grab the shirt to wear when he stopped her

“Let me take care of you.” Carlisle whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness “Please.”

Celine only nodded, allowing Carlisle to make her wear the shirt that he’s gotten for her. He soon followed to carefully pull down her skirt and panties, wiping the dried wetness in between her legs and inner thighs before helping her wear some house shorts.

Observing how Celine was now ready for bed, Carlisle hesitated momentarily before removing his own pants, leaving him in just his boxers. As he settled beside her, he initially felt uncertain, but eventually relaxed, allowing Celine to rest her head on his chest.

“Carlisle?” Celine called quietly, Carlisle let out a hum as response, focusing on matching her breathing “Will things have to come back to how it was after today?”

“My love, if you wish to come back to how we were before today, then we will.” Carlisle answered, looking at her “I just wish to make you happy, that’s all.”

Celine only hummed in reply. She wrapped her arms around her torso, trying to hear his heartbeat to help her fall asleep. Unable to find the familiar rhythm, her mind began to churn with thoughts of the unmistakable signs that hinted at Carlisle's non-human nature. Each revelation felt like a sudden realization, hitting her like a brick to the face.

The cold skin…

The golden eyes…

The non-existent heartbeat…

“Carlisle?” Celine asked again, sitting up and looking at him intently. It was most definitely gonna be her end, but she needed to ask it to him

“Yes, my love?” Carlisle asked, sitting up as well

“You’re not human, are you?”

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The Blood Queen & Her King

Summary: A mysterious stranger changes the course of a nomarch's life forever. Word Count: 3,536 Rating: Mature Pairing: Gaius Augustine x Kamilah Sayeed Content Notes: Canon typical violence. Read it on AO3 It was as though he wanted it to hurt, wanted her to earn whatever it was he claimed he was going to give her.

Kamilah feared Gaius when she first met him, hated the arrogant glimmer in his eyes, wanted nothing more than to plunge a dagger deep into his chest. She had plunged a dagger deep into his chest, relishing in the way the crimson liquid spilled at his feet, into the sand, onto her dress, staining it. 

Pity it hadn’t been enough. It didn’t stop him from grabbing her by the wrists, sharp, elongated teeth tearing into her neck. She hadn’t remembered screaming—though she was certain she had. But it didn’t matter. His hand clasped over her mouth, and he drank. It was pain unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, hot knives sinking into tender flesh. It didn’t subside. It was as though he wanted it to hurt, wanted her to earn whatever it was he claimed he was going to give her. 

I don’t want it, she wanted to yell. There is nothing you could give me that will help me reach what I truly want.

What she truly wanted was for her brother to come back. Deep in her bones, with every Roman army she took down, every fleet she attacked, that was what she was working towards. She cognitively understood that was impossible, illogical, so she was willing to try to settle for thousands of dead Romans at her feet. She meant it when she said she would not stop until she no longer drew breath; most likely, Marc Antony would whisper into her cousin’s ear to have her executed as a traitor in order to stop her. If he hadn’t come along, that was how it was going to end. 

She’d been told the story of Helen of Troy a few times when she was a child. She didn’t care for it, but as she began to lose consciousness, either from the pain or the blood loss, as she heard the sound of soldier’s feet thundering against the sand,  she thought of it again. How many ships would they launch to avenge her? How many ships would he launch if she tried to escape from his grasp?

//

Gaius brought Kamilah a gift when she woke up. He presented it to her after the worst of the shock had worn off, when she was no longer focused on the tangy, sweet, metallic taste lingering in the back of her throat, the newfound length of her canines, the hunger boiling inside of her. 

She was too weak to fight him when he helped her out of the hole he’d dug for her in the desert sand, too weak to struggle against his grasp as he carried her back to her tent and set her on her feet. And worst of all, she was too hungry to react when she saw the Roman soldier chained to the chair, his mouth gagged, hatred and fury in his eyes, struggling against his bonds.

“As I promised,” Gaius said. “A gift for you.”

“One of your own men?”

“Octavian won’t miss him.” Gaius said. “And who am I to deny you such a simple pleasure?” 

He didn’t have to tell her what she needed to do, what the soldier was for. She already understood, from the way the hunger turned into an ache, a demand, the way she felt her canines elongate again. She was upon the soldier before she even understood what she was doing, her fangs ripping into his throat. He must have screamed, but she didn't hear it. The taste of his blood in her mouth was better than the sweetest fruits, the finest wines. Nothing could compare to it. 

But then, when the soldier slumped forward in the chair, dead and depleted, reality hit her. She’d killed plenty of roman soldiers, but never in such a grotesque way. She’d never enjoyed it the way she enjoyed this. She was scared, not because of what she had done, but because what she knew she was going to do: she would kill like this again. She would enjoy it immensely. And may the gods help whoever tried to stop her.

Kamilah tackled Gaius, hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing as hard as she could. “What did you do to me?” She demanded. She was startled by how desperate and ragged and scared her voice sounded. “What did you do to me?!” 

She wished she could kill him. She tried to, squeezing down on his windpipe, hoping brute force would finally get the job done. Despite the sound of bones breaking, despite the fact that she was choking him harder than she’d ever choked anybody in her life, it didn’t matter. Because all he did was laugh. 

“I made you better. Stronger.”

“You made me into a demon. Like you!” 

His eyes glowed a deep, bloody red. “I made you into a god.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, easily pushing her off of him. He got back onto his feet, cracking his neck back into place. 

“A god of blood.” 

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy draining the life out of that soldier.” Gaius said. He looked down at her, knowing full well she couldn’t. When she didn’t answer, he smiled.  “You’re scared. Angry. Confused. I understand.”

He knelt down in front of her. “But I chose you for a reason. I need someone like you.” He ran his thumb along her jaw. She jerked away from him. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Apologies, my queen.”

“And don’t call me that.” 

Gaius laughed. “I like you already.” 

//

Centuries later, when people asked her about it, Kamilah framed it as a sort of amusing story. The story of two perfectly matched people who had no idea what they’d come across yet. Centuries after that, long after Gaius was gone, she’d be at a business dinner or something of the sort attended by humans where there was always at least one happily married couple. Inevitably, the story of how the two of them got together would come up. It always made her heart thaw and ache, not because she was particularly prone to get emotional over that sort of thing, but because of how much it reminded her of the way she used to talk about him, which deeply alarmed her. 

The story of their love began with a deal. Kamilah didn’t want to be anywhere near Gaius. She wanted to run as far away as she could. She’d take her chances out in the desert. No, she’d feast upon the Romans, making her way all the way to their capitol, making the streets run red with blood. Gaius had other plans for her, of course.

She tried to point out the obvious to get him to let her go: she was a nomarch. Her men were all dead. People would go looking for her. Not to mention, she had no desire to go anywhere with Gaius. So, what do you intend to do? She demanded. Force me by your side until you break me?

“You reject what I have to offer before you you’ve experienced it.” Gaius replied. 

“I don’t want what you have to offer.” 

“You don’t want power? You don’t want to be respected?”

“I am respected.” 

“You’d be a vizier if not for your sex.” Gaius said. “Egypt still wouldn’t have been able to defeat the Romans under your counsel, but you wouldn’t be part of such a humiliating loss.”

“How dare you.”

“You don’t hold a deep love for your nation. You seek vengeance.” Gaius continued. “And I can give that to you.” 

“Not when you fight for the Romans, you can’t.” 

Gaius shook his head. “I don’t fight in human conflicts because I believe in their causes. I fight for my security. And as it stands, the Roman empire has offered me comforts that the Egyptians refused. But I’ve no true loyalty to their soldiers.”

Gaius let out a breath, moving away from Kamilah. “I know how it feels to lose somebody who means the world to you. Somebody who you can’t live without. And I take it that is what’s happened to you.” 

“You don’t know the first thing about me.” 

“Sorrow sings in your blood.” Gaius replied. “You seek to destroy those who destroyed whoever you lost.” He turned back to Kamilah. “I will give you what you want if you will give me what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” 

“As I’ve said. A queen. Somebody by my side. Somebody who can fight alongside me. Somebody who can help me enact my vision of the world.”

“I’ve no interest in sharing a bed with you.”

“I never said that.” Gaius said. “But I’m not finished. I can give you what you want if you stand beside me. We can look for whoever took the person you love. You can do whatever it is you wish with him.”

“You’re trying to trick me.” 

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

“It’s an empty promise.” Kamilah said. “It’s a promise of searching, not of finding.”

“I don’t intend to trick you.” 

“And why should I believe that?” Kamilah said.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I always do.” 

“Then what will satisfy you?”

“A month.” Kamilah said, surprised by her certainty. “I will be by your side for a month. You will find me the man who killed my brother. If you can’t, I will leave, and you won’t stop me.”

“And if I do?” 

Kamilah let out a breath. “Then I will be your queen.” 

“Then you have a deal.”

//

It only took two weeks to find the man who killed Lysimachus. Perhaps Gaius was motivated to prove a point. Perhaps he only made the initial proposal because he knew it was a promise he could easily deliver. 

Lysimachus had been a general, which meant that his death was news amongst the Romans. It was a victory that a cunning and strategic man had been disposed of. The man that killed him boasted about it, which meant that he had a name, a face, a location. They expected he’d be in Alexandria, which would have complicated things, but no, he was stationed in an outpost several miles outside of the city, among a fleet of men holding off on as many Egyptian soldiers as they could. 

They dragged him out of his bed, deeper into the desert. He fought the entire way there, screaming and begging, tears running down his face, all whyareyoudoingthisimaninnocentmanimjustoneofoctavianssoldiersletmego.

Kamilah didn’t dignify it with a response. She always thought if she ever had the chance to kill the man who killed Lysimachus, she would tell him about the person whose life he snuffed out, how she grieved, how everything she’d done since then was building up to this moment. 

But this man no longer seemed like a being who changed her life. He was pathetic, ordinary. His entire life had been building up to this moment, the moment that she would kill him, and he was too stupid to realize it. 

She tore into his neck, blood splattering, making no attempt to preserve his life for any longer than necessary. She drank eagerly, hungrily as he thrashed against her. She bit harder into his flesh, tearing out his throat with her teeth, not caring that he would bleed out in less than a minute because of what she’d done. She didn’t want to give him a quick death, but she’d given him a painful death. And that was enough. 

When she was finished, she looked over at Gaius, who sat atop a dune, a smile on his face. Kamilah noticed that he smiled a lot in the last two weeks, but there were seemingly infinite reasons as to why he smiled. Sometimes, it was out of arrogance, of knowing he’d bested someone. Other times, it was out of thinly veiled annoyance. Other times, it was out of amusement. 

But this was out of pride. Proud of the creature he’d created. Proud of  being right about Kamilah. Proud of what they’d pulled off in two weeks.

Proud that he’d won. 

//

For the first three decades they shared together, they were partners, not lovers. He was her king, she was his queen, but what that really meant was that she was his second in command. His other progenies turned to her authority in Gaius’s absence. His other progenies bowed to both of them. 

They grew close. Of course they did. As time passed, she began to develop a fondness for Gaius she hadn’t expected. He was quick witted and sharp-tongued, charming when he needed to be. 

It was odd, the things he did that she found endearing. The way he’d always let her make the first kill, the way he began to select people to feed on based on what he discerned to be her taste, the way he was almost loving towards his victims, the way he told stories of battle, the way it changed depending on who he was talking to. He was braggadocios with most of his progeny. With her, he was detailed, once he figured out that she was more interested in strategy than glory. 

In the beginning, he was vague about his past, about who he was before he became what he was. But slowly, he began to reveal more and more about himself. Gaius told her the story of the one before him, the Goddess and Mother of All Vampires, Rheya. She’d been taken from him just as Lysimachus had been taken from Kamilah. He never wanted to discuss how it happened. He preferred to focus on her life, on who she was. 

“She was a force of nature.” Gaius told her once. “Not unlike you.” 

“Is that why you chose me? Because I remind you of her?”

“In a way.” Gaius said. “But it’s different. I stand beside you. I bowed before her.”

She knew it was something she couldn’t possibly understand, and she didn’t try to. From the way he described Rheya, she wasn’t his goddess the way Kamilah was his queen. Rheya was quite literally a goddess. Kamilah was never going to compete with that, and there was no reason to try. Though, part of her wondered why that had been her instinct, why the more he spoke of Rheya, the more she felt twinges of jealousy rearing their head. 

She wasn’t expecting the fondness she had for him to grow into something else entirely. It crept up on her in the right at the very end of their first thirty years together. 

They were back in the Roman empire. What began as a brief stint in Pompeii that ended in a hundred people dead and countless others whispering stories about demons cloaked in beauty who only came out at night festered into owing Tiberius several favors, which included assisting him in his conquest of Bohemia. 

Thirty years ago, Kamilah would have refused. She would have run, deal with Gaius be damned. But things had changed. She viewed human conflicts similarly to Gaius now; it wasn't about what was right. It was about what would guarantee their survival. An allegiance with the Roman Empire meant they could do whatever they pleased on most of the continent. 

Besides, Kamilah missed it. She was a skilled tactician as a human. With Gaius’s charisma and strength and her strategy, Bohemia would be Tiberius’s in no time. 

In the beginning, it was victory after victory. This was where she truly learned how to fight. Gaius gifted her with a set of daggers and taught her how to use them. They fought back to back on the battlefield, covered in the blood of their enemies. She often found herself taken with his visage in the moonlight, the glimmer in his eyes as he played with his prey. There was a strange part of her that almost wished he’d look at her like that—

It was a distraction, and she began to consciously pay as little attention to Gaius as possible when they fought alongside each other, save for the occasional glance in his direction to make sure he didn’t need backup. He never did. It was an excuse, really.  Kamilah knew that. 

Their only drawback was a group of Bohemians that kept slipping out of Gaius and Kamilah’s grasp. Their strategy was similar to that of Kamilah’s when she fought the Romans thirty years before. When they struck Roman fleets, they took no prisoners. They attacked supply drops, taking whatever they could for themselves. They moved constantly. They had an advantage that Kamilah didn’t all of those years ago: they were used to being outside, used to the elements. Unlike the Roman soldiers, they could endure the worst of nature’s ills, which was just as well, because it was the middle of winter. 

But she would destroy them, if only to prove that even they couldn’t best the roman empire. 

The idea came to Kamilah after she’d attempted to Turn a Roman soldier who was a particularly skilled fighter, an asset to their conquest. He’d been run through with a spear and was already dead by the time Kamilah found him. The Turning didn’t take. She had to stake him as soon as he emerged from the ground, his skin grey and cracked, his teeth long and jagged, his eyes glowing a sickly red. 

Gaius told her it happened sometimes. It wasn’t her fault. 

“But what happened to him?” 

“Turning a dead person is risky.” Gaius said. “Wait too long, they’ll emerge broken and hungry, shells of what they once were. All they’ll want to do is drink blood—any blood. Vampire or human.”

“But you could…” Kamilah trailed off. “You could do it intentionally. Couldn’t you?”

“What are you getting at?” 

“That one fleet…they’re tricky, slippery. We’ve spent weeks trying to get rid of them. But maybe we’ve been going about it all wrong.”

“Have we?”

“They’re trying to tire us out. Don’t you think? But if we…” 

“A surprise attack is a redundant suggestion, my queen.”

Kamilah rolled her eyes. “Not quite. We have to keep them in one place. Contained. Which means we need to create the illusion that we’ve given up. They’re going to overpower the other soldiers if we strike. But if we…if we made more of those things, set them lose on wherever they’ve settled…” 

“We’ll get rid of them.” Gaius finished. 

“And sunlight will take care of the rest.” 

He took her hand. 

“I love the way you think. Have I ever told you that, my queen?”

Kamilah smirked. “Plenty of times, my king.”

“Then I apologize for the redundancy. But I love the way you think.” 

The Romans didn’t ask questions when Gaius gave the order to gather as many of their dead as possible after a battle in which they’d nearly been overpowered. They hauled the bodies around in a caravan for a week, all the while trying to lull their target into a false sense of security. Kamilah and Gaius tracked them down to a village deep into Bohemia, far from where the Bohemians and the Romans waged most of their battles.

“It’s perfect.” Gaius said. “We’ll strike tomorrow night.”

And so, they returned to the bodies they gathered, doing the disgusting work of Turning fifty dead men. They buried them in the woods by the village in the cover of darkness. They waited, exhuming them and getting out of their way, watching as these feral vampires headed straight in the direction of fresh, human blood. 

It was a beautiful sight to behold, the chaos of it all. They sat atop a hill, Kamilah’s head resting against Gaius’s shoulder, watching as the ferals tore the village apart, watching as a fire broke out in the chaos, watching as not a single human was left away, watching as Rome’s victory over Bohemia was secured right before their very eyes. 

Gaius took Kamilah’s hand. “I never had any doubts about you.” He said. “But now, I’m certain. We were always meant to cross paths. I was always supposed to find you.” 

Kamilah rolled her eyes, mostly out of habit. “Are you going to tell me we were written in the stars?” 

“You mock me, but you know I’m right.” He gestured at the burning village below him. “You’re cunning in a way that I am not. We need each other. Or rather, I need you.” He laughed. “At this point, I’d be concerned if you switched allegiances. You might actually be able to beat me at my own game.” 

“You needn’t concern yourself with that.” Kamilah said. 

“I shouldn’t?”

“I find myself growing more and more devoted to you with each breath I draw.” 

“Do you, now?”

Before she could stop herself, she closed off the space between them, pressing her lips against his. He responded in kind, pulling her closer. He smiled against her mouth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that?” He murmured.

“I think I can guess.” 

As the village below them burned, they were wrapped up in their own world, enveloped in one another. And just as much as he was hers, Kamilah realized, she was his.

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Choices November Challenge: Week One

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Looking Back | Open Heart — Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

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Tyril x Maiele | Blades of Light and Shadow

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What Loss Feels Like | Bloodbound — Lily Spencer, Jax Matsuo, Kamillah Sayeed, Adrian Raines [adult content]

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[bebepac]

The Vampires Live On

I am participating in @choicesflashfics week 3 Prompt # 3 “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.”  by @debramcg1106​ quote will be in bold.

I thought in the beginning this would be a one shot but it’s really not,  I think it has the potential to be a few parts, for Halloween as I don’t like zombies, but I think vampires are okay. :) 

A/N:  I’m pretty sure the idea of Liam as a vampire has been used on the fandom before, so any similarities to anything currently in print on the fandom is completely unintentional.  I know I’m probably not the first that has written Liam as a Vampire, and I’m sure I won’t be the last.  I take this dynamic into the past and use my dynamics and OCs I have created in my story.

The Book:  TRR Word Count 2425 Ratings and Warnings:  Teen/ Character deaths, mentions of blood and stabbing Pairings:  Liam x Riley?  Song Inspiration:  Hey Jude by the Beatles Summary: We get to know the “real”  Riley and Liam.

Original Post: 10/22/22 at 9:36PM EST.  

A/N2:  This story idea actually comes from a short story I wrote when I was in high school after seeing Interview with a Vampire.  So I’m totally about to Big Fat Liar myself with this fic, If you have seen that movie as I am recreating the short story from memory, and I feel like  there are similarites with  Twilight, and Bloodbound. This short story was originally written in 1994, and I’m tweaking it to fit my story lines for my fanfic characters.  Also I don’t proclaim to be a historian here, but did google how people would address others in the 1800′s.  

I was then, as I am now, and will be tomorrow. I am a vampire, nothing more and certainly, nothing less.  I made the choice to give up my life in the sunlight almost one hundred and fifty years ago.  I was born Alice Marie Hughes, in 1855 but in this decade, I had chosen the name Riley Antonia Brooks for myself.  In this decade, in the year of our Lord 2022, you could pretty much say or do or be anyone you wanted to be, if you had the resources to back it up,  and I, along with him, had made quite the nest egg for ourselves. 

But back in the years when I was living a mortal existence, the year was 1873 and it was the dawn of a new age in  Lumberton, a small province outside of Cordonia. My sister Clara and I, even though orphaned at a young age, were able to as adults get jobs in a local pub serving food and ales to the soldiers and other types of men that came in and out of the establishment.  It was a decent wage to be made there, not only from serving, but  we also entertained the men, with song and dance, just teetering on the verge of racy and seductive.  

The two of us together, we were way before our time.  

Clara would have loved living in this century in which I am living now. We’ll get to more of that later, more of what happened to her, and why she isn’t here with me, with us.  

The pair of us together, we could charm those men too. It also didn’t hurt that my sister and I were very pleasant on the eyes.   The people of that era and time found my sister and I intriguing and scary at the same time.  It was because we were not only sisters, but identical. It was like looking in a mirror when we were standing side by side.  Some called us witches,

 and other names almost anything you could think of, but Clara always had a witty comeback for them.  She was our fierce defender.

People had a very difficult time telling the two of us apart. So a lot of time both of us answered to each other’s names.  

It was early summer the first time he came into the pub.  He came in after a group of soldiers, taking a seat alone at a small table for two.  

The young man was pressed and dressed.  From his look it was evident this was not the type of place he frequented.  

“Clara! Go serve him.”   The shop owner meant me.  It had been two years of working there, and he still had no idea which sister was which.  I nodded, heading in the direction of the man seated by himself.

“Good Evening My Lord, is there an ale or spirit that strikes your fancy?”  

He glanced up from his timepiece to stare me directly in the eyes.  His eyes were two sapphires that in the dim lighting from the candles seemed to create their own sparkle from the lack of lighting.  His smile was enchanting, I found myself staring at his teeth, as I had never seen teeth so brilliantly white before.  

“What would you recommend?”  

“I do not drink those types of libations, My Lord, but I could bring you the one that seems to be the preferred by our clientele.”  

I brought him the whiskey that men from his station typically ordered when they were there.  

“Do you require anything else at this moment? Supper is still being served for a bit.”  

“I’m not hungry, but I heard there would be a show here? Sisters who perform?”

“Yes, My Lord  there is.  It will begin shortly. May I take my leave?”

“Yes Miss…….. Miss….”

“Alice Hughes.”  

“Alice. I will not forget that name.  As the face that it is attached to is unforgettable as well. I am Richard Reese.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Reese.”  

“You as well Miss Hughes.”    

My sister and I quickly went to our small changing room to put on our identical costumes waiting in the hallway for Maxwell to introduce us.

When we walked out to the small stage and the music began to play, Richard sat up in surprise.  

So much for an unforgettable face, he kept looking between my sister and myself, another in a stream of people that could not tell us apart.  He was attentive to the entire show watching our every move. 

When we separated to make our rounds across the room, keeping in our seductive, sultry characters, to flirt with men at their tables, I realized his eyes were now following me and me alone, either he knew I was truly Alice, or he decided at that moment to pick one of us to watch.

Once the show was concluded, we were allowed to have the patrons request time with us to sit at their tables.  We always decided separately as that’s how we found the two of us made more money. I was just finishing up with another client when I saw his hand raised.  Since Clara was free she walked in his direction.  She was there only a few seconds before she walked back over to me.

“He said he wants Alice.”  

I walked back over to him sitting down.  

“You requested me My Lord?”  

“You should be confident like this all the time, Alice.  You changed into a different person when you walked out on that stage.”

“It’s a character My Lord.”  

“It’s more than that. I’ve never seen someone so radiant before.”

“Then you must not get out much during daylight hours.”

“No. I do not, the evening is my morning, it has been for quite some time.”

“Mine too pretty much.”  

I stood.

“Where are you going?”  

“Your time is up.”  

I continued working, when I glanced up, he was gone. Clara and I pooled our money, giving the house its share, and bagging up our little fortune.  

“I will walk with you two home.  It’s not safe.  There was another murder last night.”  

“Thank you Maxwell for looking out.”   Clara’s eyes were locked on Maxwell, and his were on her.  

The next three nights Richard showed up for the show, and afterwards requested time with me.

“Looks like you have a fan.”  Clara said with a smile as she saw Richard waving his hand in my direction beckoning me to come over to his table.

That night when I sat down from the table across from him, he pushed a small purse towards me.

“How much?”

“Excuse me My Lord?”  

“For the night. I’m sure this is enough.”  

“Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.”  

He appeared not to understand.  “Is it not enough? I have more.”  He produced a second equally large purse of coins.  

“I do not sell my body for money My Lord.”

“You sell sex. That whole show was nothing but sex.”

“No.  We sell the illusion of sex.

 We do not give it, or show all our bare skin to any of you.  We sell smiles, interest in your meaningless conversations you wish to have with us, and flirtations. We do not sell ourselves.  If that’s what you are looking for from me, you are mistaken, and please do not return here.”    

I jumped up from the table walking away.

“Alice….”  His voice sounded sad and apologetic, but I kept walking.  

Later that evening I talked to Clara as we walked home, with Maxwell following us for safety and protection.

“He made a mistake about what we do here, Alice. 

He’s a man, that’s what they do.”  

“He thought we were prostitutes.”  

“And, there are places with actual prostitutes next door, but did he go there?  No?”  

“I told him if that is all he’s looking for from me not to return tomorrow.”

“He’ll be back.”  Maxwell commented.

“How do you know?” 

“He fancies you Alice, and when you’re around him, you look like you fancy him too.  

He will be there tomorrow.”  

The next evening, Richard was back; his hand was first in the air when their show concluded.

“I really meant no disrespect to you Miss Alice or to your character.  I never meant to insinuate something false about you.  Please accept my apology.”  

“I accept your apology My Lord.”  

When it came time for me to leave he kept plunking out coins to keep me at his table to continue our conversations.  I was there and only there the whole evening. Richard asked  to take me on a proper evening outing in two nights. Our first day we wouldn’t be working.  I was actually excited about our… first date.

That next night was when my whole world changed, even though it started out like any other evening.  Our shift at the Pub, our show, and Richard…

Clara and I were giggling and talking as we walked until Maxwell shushed us.

We halted in our tracks as  Maxwell looked around the area as if on high alert.

Two men wearing masks emerged running from the shadows  yelling for us to give them all of our money.  

Maxwell refused them. I wanted to just give them the money. But Maxwell insisted that they were not going to take what we all had worked that night and every night to get.  

Maxwell whispered “run.”  to us, the split second before he lunged towards the two men, the fight ensuing.  Maxwell managed to critically wound one, but the other got the jump on him, shooting him.  Maxwell’s lifeless body hit the ground.

Clara protectively pushed me behind her.

“Run Alice. Save yourself.”

“I won’t leave you.  We’ll give you our money, it doesn’t matter.”  I screamed.  

“No we won’t.  Maxwell died for us. They’re not getting a coin from us while I'm breathing.”  

Clara pulled her blade from the folds of her dress advancing towards the man.  I tried to help her when it looked like the unwounded man was starting to overpower her, by jumping on his back.  Using my fists to hit his back and face.  I was thrown off his back, losing consciousness when I hit the ground.  

When I woke, he was standing over Clara’s trembling body, blood was pouring from her neck in rivers.  Clara was gasping for breath trying to hold the wound closed.

I screamed at the sight.  Now I know Richard heard my fearful scream from miles away.  

The monster  of a man  stood wiping the  bloody blade on his pants.

Tears were streaming down Clara’s cheeks as she stared at me. “Run Alice… Please…”

I was frozen in fear as  he started to advance towards me.  

“You can have it. Please don’t hurt me.”  I begged, throwing the small purse of coins in his direction.  

“It’s not even about that anymore.  Now it’s your turn.”  

Finally my legs had unfrozen and I could move. I tried to run away.  He grabbed me from behind pulling me by my hair.  I screamed again.  He turned me around and pushed me to the ground.  

“Alice….”  She held her neck with one hand while reaching for me with the other.

“Clara.”  

I was about to die mere feet away from my sister, and I couldn’t hold her hand as our hands only a few crucial inches away from connecting.  

I gasped in shock when he slit my throat.  It wasn’t pain I felt in those moments, I could feel life spilling from me.  I felt tired, as my eyes started to drift closed.

  A hand clasped mine, causing me to open my eyes.  Clara had managed to slide herself the last few crucial inches to take my hand.

“I’ll go first, to make sure it’s safe for you. Then you follow. Like always.”  She whispered.

“Okay.  I’m not afraid.” 

“That’s sweet.”  The man grumbled, picking up the purse of coins.  He was standing there for the second before I blinked, and I heard a loud crunching sound and he was  on the ground dead and Richard was next to me.

“Oh Alice!!!!”  Richard whimpered.  “I can save you.”  

“Save my sister first.”  

“I can not. It’s too late for her.”

I realized I was still holding her hand, but her grip had relaxed.  Clara had died in those few moments since I last glanced at her.  

“I don’t want to die Richard.”  

“I can save you, but you have to give me permission to.  I  can give you another life, but you have to choose it.”

“I choose it.”  

Richard bit his wrist blood trickled from the puncture wound.

He held  his wrist to my lips.

“Drink from me and I promise you will live.”  

So I drank from him. 

 Not even a minute later I felt excruciating pain throughout my body.  It felt like what little blood left in my body was burning its way from the inside, out.

“What’s happening to me Richard?”  

“You have to die first. I’ll be by your side when you wake up. Don’t be afraid.”

I could hear everything around me as my body shut down, my eyes drifting closed,  my breaths and my heartbeat slowing. Then I noticed, there were no sounds coming from Richard.  NO heartbeat, no breath.  What did I consent to, in order to save my life?”

Then I felt my heart stop beating.

Vivid. Dreams. Were they dreams?  I saw my parents, I saw Maxwell, and lastly my sister.

“I will miss you Alice.  You have a different destiny now.”  

I woke up in a dark room. I felt his presence immediately even though he hadn’t spoken. When my eyes adjusted, I could see him clearly, though it was dark, he was sitting in a chair reading a book.

He sat the book on the chair and walked over to me.

“You’re finally awake, Alice, how do you feel?”

I immediately touched my throat; there was no longer a wound.

“I feel….fine..  How long have I been sleeping?”  

“It took three days for your body to heal and for death to pass.”

“So I did die?”

“You died a mortal death. But you Alice Hughes are still a living being.”  

My stomach growled.

“You’re hungry.  I knew you would be.  Let’s go get someone to eat.”

“Someone?”  

He softly laughed, lighting several candles.

“Look at yourself Alice. I mean really look at yourself.”

I peered at myself in the mirror.  I was the same, yet I was different.  My skin did not have the same glow it once did, but at the same time, it was glowing. My eye color had changed from the deep brown I knew, to a shade of sapphire almost identical to Richard’s.  

“Have you ever heard of the First Family of Cordonia?”  

“The Royal family?”  

“One in the same.  But what the world doesn’t know is… that we are Vampire.”  

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January Challenge Prompts

Taking inspiration from Janus, there are two opposing prompts for each day, and a third prompt based on common themes/topics from New Year resolutions. 

New Year’s Eve | New Year’s Day | Mindfulness

Morning | Night | Money

Breakfast | Dinner | Cooking

Dating | Break-up | Self-reflection

Love | Hate | Drink

Always | Never | Satisfaction

Before | After | Hobby

Clear | Stormy | Travel

Dark | Light | Plants

Easy | Hard | Exercise

Important | Trivial | Yoga

Angry | Happy | Spa Day

Sunny | Grumpy | Partner

Private | Public | Cuddle

Quiet | Noisy | Books

Nice | Rude | Charity

Black | White | Relax

Truth | Lie | Procrastinate

Early | Late | Kitchen

Blame | Praise | Shopping

Clumsy | Graceful | Music

Dangerous | Safe | Job

Full | Empty | Water

Give | Take | Friends

Humble | Proud | Makeover

Open | Shut | Routine

New | Old | Explore

Tight | Loose | Clothes

Wet | Dry | Walk

Sweet | Sour | Sleep

Rich | Poor | Adventure

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[livelaughlovechai]

Please read this if you play choices.

I cannot express how tired I am of choices making the same genderlocked 1 li books with the same smut plot .

And I believe many of you guys are tired of it aswell.

Me and @mylinroe on insta have decided to make a padlet on this.

Please do check it out and post your thoughts on it.

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[georgiesgirl1223]

Two's Love, Four's a Crowd

Blood Bound. *Cordelia is escorting Jax (A vampire) to meet with her boss Adrian (another vampire) about a truce.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mentions of blood, biting and blood sucking (I mean vampires), fingering, language, nipple play, threesome, oral, anal, sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 4453

In was late in the evening as the sun was setting low in the sky, its final rays of the day being blocked out by the tall New York City skyline. Jax followed Cordelia through the bustling streets as they made their way to the Raines Corp building. Somehow, he allowed himself to be talked into attending a meeting with clan leader Adrian Raines to discuss the best, most humane way to handle the clanless vampire issues. Jax knew agreeing to this sit-down went against everything he believed in, but he allowed his judgement to be clouded by the feelings he formed for Cordelia. He barely knew her, but yet there was something that always seemed to draw him to her, to protect her. He didn’t know if it was the calming rhythmic beat of her heart or the sweet smell of her blood, or even a combination of the two, but he wanted her. He wanted to know the taste of her blood on his tongue, how her skin would feel pressed against his. Jax knew she couldn’t feel the same way, he’s seen her together with Adrian. He’s seen the way Adrian looks at Cordelia, because it’s the same look he has in his eyes whenever he sees her. The only difference was that she never reciprocated those feelings for him. Jax was snapped out of his thoughts as they paused outside of the giant skyscraper. 

“Are you sure about this?” Cordelia asked as she turned to him.

“I’m only going to listen to what he has to say.” Jax’s tone was stern and unwavering. Cordelia nodded as she led him in through the lobby and into the elevator that took them directly to Adrian’s office. Jax hesitated as Cordelia opened the door to Adrian’s office, guiding him in. 

Cordelia was surprised to see another familiar figure standing with Adrian, both men leaning over the ornate desk, presumably glancing over different documents. Adrian’s head popped up as she entered the dark office, the curtains were still drawn from the afternoon sun, the only light coming from the large roaring fireplace, illuminating much of the room. 

“Delia” Adrian said with a smile as he stepped towards her, placing a soft peck to her cheek. “And you must be Jax.”Adrian turned, extending his hand to him as Jax reluctantly took it, both men eying the other as they shook hands. 

The familiar man behind the desk stood as he folded his arms across his chest. He eyed her hungrily as his gaze roamed her body. The heels she was wearing only made her lean legs appear longer, the shape of her hips was accentuated by the tight-fitting red pencil shirt she was wearing, her white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a sufficient amount cleavage to make his mind race. The man’s stare moved further north admiring her defined collar bone and the slight flush of her milky white skin of her scrumptious neck. 

He moved out from behind the desk as Cordelia stepped further into the office. He reached out for her hand as he approached her, lifting her hand to brush his lips over her knuckles. “Cordelia, you’re looking as radiant as ever.”

She blushed ever so slightly. She had to admit that he was very suave, his presence commanding. “Always a pleasure Senator Vega.”

“Please call me Adam, dear” he corrected still holding onto her hand. 

Adrian cleared his throat, obviously agitated with Adam’s demeanor with Cordelia. “Shall we begin?” he asked motioning back to his desk. 

Adam moseyed over to Adrian’s liquor cabinet in the far corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Would anybody like anything?” He gestured back to the group as he grabbed for a rock glass. The group shook their heads, declining his offer. 

“I’d rather have a clear head for this” Jax snapped, eying Adrian as he sifted through different documents. 

Adam sauntered back to the desk, posting up next to Cordelia, placing her in the middle of him and Adrian, with Jax keeping his guard up on the opposite side of the desk. Adam watched as Cordelia leaned over the desk as she assisted him in readying Adrian’s proposition. His eyes grew darker as he noticed her blouse hang down as she bent over, exposing more of her cleavage. 

Adrian glanced over and noticed Adam’s intense gaze lingering over Delia’s body. “Vega” he growled as his jealously come bubbling to the surface. He and Delia had only been sexually intimate once, it was that amazing night on the rooftop, making love to her underneath the stars. They haven’t really spoken about that night since, but they continued to steal little moments together when they could. He admitted to himself that he had felt something for her the moment he laid eyes on her. She was different from anyone else. She so readily accepted him for who he was, allowing him to open himself up to her. They never talked about it, but Adrian assumed that Delia felt the same. But, seeing the way Adam was staring at her, how he was devouring her with his eyes, that pissed Adrian off. Yes, Adam was a tall, handsome, well-traveled man, who women constantly swooned over, so why did he have to have her too? Adrian locked eyes with Adam during an intense stare down, a smirk on Adam’s lips because he knows he’s gotten to Adrian.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here or are you guys just going to continue with your alpha stare down?” Jax loudly snapped, catching everyone’s attention. “Listen I just know what you can do to help the clanless.”

“Right.” Adrian began. “We could petition the council to open the clans to support the clanless and hopefully prevent them from becoming feral.”

“The picture is bigger than that Adrian, and you know it.” Adam barked. “We need to know who is creating all of these new vampires. Where are the ferals coming from. I mean there were hordes of them at Marcel’s ball. We need to know who’s behind this before we can help anyone.”

“What about the Baron?” Cordelia chimed in. “There has to be a reason behind why he voted to help Lily. It obviously wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart.”

“There might be strength in numbers Vega. If we petition the council to accept clanless members, there would be more eyes to look into who is behind all of this.” Adrian tried to compromise and make Adam see reason.

Adam swirled the liquid in his glass deep in thought. “If we did present this to the other council members, there would have to be a concrete set of rules these clanless vampires need to abide by.”

“Of course.” Adrian replied signaling to the documents before him, handing them out to the other three. “I’ve outlined all of the important points and guidelines for us to go over. I would like you all to look at page three” Adrian prompted as he flipped through his papers. 

As Cordelia began to flip through her papers, her finger caught the sharp edge of the paper and gave herself a paper cut, blood dripping from her finger. 

“Delia! Are you okay?” Adrian asked in a concerned tone as he reached out toward her. 

Red eyes began to glow in the dimly lit space. All three vampires became instantly hungry at the sight of the small amount of the blood dripping down her pointer finger. The sweet smell of Cordelia’s blood filled their senses, her scent was intoxicating, and they all wanted more. 

Adam swiftly grabbed her by the wrist, drawing her bloody finger to his lips. Cordelia was shocked by Adam’s force as her body turned towards him. She watched as he darted out his tongue, licking up her crimson finger before gently wrapping his lips around her, suckling the blood from her finger, relishing in her taste. A meek whimper exited her mouth as she bit her lower lip, enjoying the feeling of Adam sucking her finger. 

“Let go of her” Adrian yelled, his voice booming against the walls. 

Jax leapt to the other side of Adam, ready to pull him away from Cordelia, afraid that he would harm her. 

Adam released Cordelia’s finger from his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her fingertip. Her breath hitched as she glanced around her, three sets of glowing red eyes and three sets of drawn pointed fangs surrounded her. 

“Sorry Delia. I haven’t fed in a while.” Adrian looked down, ashamed of his hunger for her.

“Are you all hungry?” Cordelia asked timidly.

“Starving” Adam leaned over and whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She’s never been fed on before, let alone by three vampires at once. Shockingly enough, the thought didn’t scare her. Quite the opposite actually. She’s always been a little turned on by vampires and the thought of three sets of fangs puncturing her skin filled her lower body with a searing heat. 

“You could all feed on me? I assume you’re hungry too Jax?” Cordelia offered. “I mean, as long as you don’t take too much” she let out a nervous laugh. 

“Oh honey, I’m famished” he growled eying her cut.

Adrian reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her head to face him. “Delia are you sure about this?”

She placed her hand over his. “I am Adrian. Plus, I have to do my part to help the cause.” She joked. 

Adrian cleared off his desk as Adam walked over to the office door, locking it to prevent any unwanted interruptions. Adrian placed a firm grip on her hips, lifting her up to sit on the desktop, shedding his jacket and vest, throwing it over his leather desk chair. He locked eyes with her as Adrian slowly started to unbutton her blouse, sliding the fabric over her shoulders, his thumbs sprawling over her soft skin. Adrian shuttered as he revealed the dark ruby lace bra Cordelia was hiding. His fingertips traveled down her sides, resting at her waist as his thumbs brushed over the see-through material. Delia’s hands roamed hungrily up his chest as her fingers found the collar of his dress shirt. Her nimble fingers worked feverishly to undo his buttons, placing heated kisses on his skin as she exposed it. 

“Looks like we’re not the only ones that are hungry” Adam snickered.

Jax let down the guard he had been keeping up around the two council members. Although he had just fed before they came, Jax couldn’t pass up her offer, the chance to finally get a taste of her sweet-smelling blood. He stepped closer to the desk as he shrugged off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor and pulling off his undershirt to expose his well-defined muscles. 

“Are you ready?” Adrian asked her softly. Cordelia nodded in agreement, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Here lay down.” Adrian cradled the back of her neck as he helped guide her down, moving her legs onto the desk, so her body was sprawled out ready for them to devour her. 

Adam disposed of his dress shirt as he positioned himself between her long legs. His hands palmed up her body, hooking his fingers into her waistband, pulling her tight skirt past her hips and down her legs, tossing it to the floor, revealing a matching set of dark ruby panties. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he took her in. The sight of the woman he craved spread out for him made his eyes glow darker. “Oh, kitten I’ve been waiting so long to taste you” Adam said licking his lips. 

All three vampires hovered over Cordelia’s exposed body, six hands eagerly roamed over her as she moaned out in excitement, Adrian’s gaze still glued to hers. Jax gripped at her right arm pulling it out for him. His fingers trailed down her arm, turning it overexposing her wrist, blue veins popping through her fair skin. 

“Oh honey” Jax groaned, “you’re going to quench my thirst.” He lowered his mouth to her pulse point, his pointed fangs grazing her skin. Cordelia flinched as Jax sunk his teeth into her as he slowly fed on her.

“Mmmm.” She cried out, arching her back of the desk. 

Adam looked like a wolf ready to pounce. He grasped at her hips pulling her into him, she could feel the hardness of his length pressed against her thigh. He spread her legs, lifting her left and draped it over his shoulder. His lips moved from her ankle, to her inner thigh, brushing kisses over her, leaving a burning trail in his wake. He paused at the sensitive spot of her inner thigh, sinking his fangs into her, suckling fiercely, her sweet blood coating his tongue. 

Cordelia gasped as the second set of fangs broke her skin. Adrian gave her a concerned look as his thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Are you alright princess?” 

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you Adrian” her voice breathless. 

His lips found hers in a heated kiss. She parted her lips, letting his tongue mingle with hers as he deepened the kiss. Adrian moved his lips down her still cradled neck, placing sweet kisses down her flushed flesh. His pointed fangs foraged over her thin skin before he plunged them into her neck. He moaned out against her skin as the first taste of her blood hit his tongue. Cordelia arched into him as her left hand roved up his leg. She felt a twitch in his pants as she grasped at his engorged cock and began to roughly palm him through his pants. Her body writhed under them as all three vampires sucked her blood. 

“Mmmm. Oh, fuck yes”, she cried out, as her moans filled the room. She could feel Adam grin against her skin. Adam’s hand traveled up her leg, his finger darting out to tease her slit, her panties already soaked. He slid his finger under the material, feeling her wet folds, making her groan out. He dove his finger deep into her abyss, curling his finger, plunging knuckle deep into her, making her body pulsate. 

“Oh yes!” She breathed out tightening her grip around Adrian. Adrian growled against her skin, feeling the vibrations of his voice flow through her. Adrian’s hand flew up as his strong fingers found her left breast, massaging it as the rough lace rubbed against her nipple, eliciting a moan. 

Jax glanced up from her wrist, watching her body squirm under their mouths, their touches. He felt himself harden at the sight, it was like something out of a movie, nothing he ever thought he would be a part of. His hands roamed her body, up her side as he found her other breast, his finger and thumb tweaking at her nipple, stiffening it into a hard peak. 

“Adrian” she whimpered out. He lifted his head, her blood dripping from his fangs as he stared at her through worried eyes. “I need you” she said reaching up to his belt, giving it a tug.

The others withdrew their fangs, their lips and hands still roving over her body, making heat pool deep in her belly. Adam still pumped his finger, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Cordelia’s hips bucked as Adam felt her walls tighten around him. They all watched in awe as she came apart under Adam’s touch. 

“Oh, kitten” Adam growled. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

“Shit!” She cried as she thrashed against his touch. 

“That’s its kitten, cum on my hand.”

Jax’s lips found her nipple, flicking his tongue over the lace, taking her in his mouth, only adding to her pleasure. “Shit honey, I want more of you.”

Adrian’s mouth crashed onto hers as she came, her moans escaping into his mouth, echoing against his skin. 

“I think my naughty kitten wants more” Adam said grinning as he undid his belt.

Adrian hated the thought of sharing the woman he cares about, dare he even say loves, but he was also so wrapped up in the heat of the moment he was willing to set his jealously aside. He broke the kiss, looking up at her as he stroked her hair. “Do you want all three of us princess?”

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you all to fuck me” Cordelia said as she glanced between the three men, their eyes dark with lust and their bare chests heaving in anticipation. “But I need you” she whispered for only for Adrian to hear.

Adrian helped her up, so she was sitting up on his desk, sharing understanding looks between Adam and Jax. “Alright gentleman, so we are doing this. First and foremost, we must always make sure Delia is comfortable, if she says stop, we stop. Secondly, I’m fucking her pussy tonight boys” Adrian said as he moved over to Adam, who still stood in between her legs. 

“I can accept that this time” Adam said as he eyed Cordelia. “How about I fuck your tight little ass kitten? Would you like that?” He ran his hand down her flushed cheek as she let out a panting “Yes.”

“What about me?” Jax chimed in. 

“You could fuck my mouth” Cordelia replied with a sideways smirk.

Adam and Jax stripped from their confinements as Cordelia pulled Adrian to her. Her hands excitedly roamed to his waistband, undoing his pants and pulling them down as she nibbled a trail across his chest.

“Fuck princess, you’re so amazing.” His head flying back as she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. His hands crossed her back to unhook her bra, exposing her large, perky breasts. He helped her down as he slid the lacy ruby red fabric down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. The three vampires surrounded her, sharing open mouth kisses, their strong tongues fighting for her mouth.

Adam leaned back on the edge of the desk, pulling Cordelia in between his legs, brushing her long, dark blonde hair to the side, grazing his fangs along her neck as he placed kisses on her skin. “Mmmm, you’re my good little kitten.” 

Adrian moved closer to sandwich her in. He brushed his fingers down her cheek as he kissed her passionately, deepening he kiss as his tongue mingled with hers. 

Jax moved in kissing the free spot on her shoulder as his hands wandered her body, exploring her curves for the first time. His fingers found her wet slit, spreading her lips to find her clit. Her voice got caught in her throat as he began to trace circles around the sensitive nub. “Oh honey, you’re so wet. I’ve waited so long just to feel you.”

Adam laid back on the desk hanging his legs off the edge, picking her up by her hips, guiding her back into him, her back pressing against his bare chest, her legs bent with her feet firmly planted on the desk. “Are you ready for my big cock to fuck your ass kitten?” He reached down, teasing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole, she could feel his precum smear across her skin. Adrian held onto her knees as Adam forced the head of his cock into her. Cordelia yelped out and flinched at the intrusion as Adrian and Jax rubbed her skin to comfort her. Adam inched himself in, feeding her the entire length of his cock, going balls deep into her. Adam gave her a moment to adjust before he gave her a few hard pumps.

“Fuck Adam!” Cordelia cried out as he thrust into her tight ass.

“That’s it kitten say my name. Fuck you feel so tight kitten.” Adam groaned out through his forceful pumps. 

Adrian slid in between her legs, placing his hands on her hips as he leaned into her, kissing along her smooth stomach. He gently stroked the tip of his thick cock against her wet opening, allowing her juices to drip down his dick. Adrian thrust into her, tossing his head back as he felt Delia’s tight walls stretch around him. “Shit, princess! You always feel so good.”

“Adrian! Yes! Adrian!” She cried out. He loved hearing her scream out his name, he’d never tire of it, he craved it.

“Are you alright princess?” Adrian asked before he continued with his thrusts. 

Cordelia nodded as Adam and Adrian resumed their thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room. They alternated thrusts, so she was never left empty. Their engorged cocks filling her up and stretching her out with every deep thrust. 

Cordelia turned her head and reached out for Jax, taking his hardness into her hands. She flicked out her tongue, teasingly rolling it around his tip, lapping at his precum. 

“Oh yes honey that feels so good.”

Jax watched her intently as she lowered her warm mouth onto him, suctioning her cheeks, sucking up and down his shaft. His hands flew into her hair, gripping it in tight fists. He bucked his hips against her mouth, forcing more of himself into her, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Jax soon lost control and started fucking her mouth, needing to feel more of her, more than what she was giving him. 

Cordelia’s body squirmed over Adam’s body as the three vampires ravaged her body, fucking every hole she had to offer. She gripped one hand onto Adrian’s shoulder, digging her nails across his skin, drawing out small beads of blood. She tried to moan out, crying out Adrian’s name but her voice was muffled by Jax’s cock fucking her mouth. He felt the vibrations of her cries on his cock and it sent him over the edge. 

“Are you ready to eat my cum baby?” His grip tightened on her head as his thrusts faltered as his warm milky cum spurt in her mouth and ran down her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her before releasing him with a pop of her mouth. Jax stumbled back into one of the nearby chairs, struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving, feeling spent. 

Adam and Adrian continued to fuck her ass and pussy as she writhed in between them. Adam grabbed her hips, stilling her as he bucked his hips up, deepening his thrusts. “You-feel-so-fucking-good-kitten” he groaned out, accentuating each word as he pounds into her. 

Adrian continued to fuck her sweet wet pussy, feeling her walls contract against him. “Fuck princess” he growled out. He put his hands on the sides of her neck, cradling her face as his thumbs stroked along Cordelia’s jawline, their eyes locked in the thralls of passion. 

“Oh Adrian!” She continued to scream out his name as her moans resounded around them. 

“Yell my name kitten” Adam commanded as he pulled out of her only to harshly thrust his cock deep into her. 

“Adam! Yes, fuck my ass.”

“Shit, I’m going to cum kitten. “Adam howled out as he came. 

“Fuck Adam! Mmmm yeah!” Cordelia moaned out as Adam filled her tight ass with his warm cum, shooting it deep inside her.

Adam collapsed back on the desk as he slipped out of her, panting to catch his breath as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Adrian had the longest stamina of the bunch as he continued to pound Delia’s tight pussy, wanting to be the last one to cum inside her. “Come here princess” he whispered as he picked her up, wrapping her limps around his frame. He walked her over to the leather couch in front of the large fireplace and slipped back into the cushioned material. Delia was on top of him, Adrian pulling her closer to rest her on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as he repeatedly thrust up into her. 

He felt her walls tighten around him, inching him closer to his release. “Oh, yes! Delia!” he yelled out, pulling her into him to brush his lips over hers. 

Cordelia craved the feeling of Adrian’s fangs sinking into her again. She buried her hands into his soft hair guiding him down to her neck. “Bite me” she breathed out. She wanted to give all of herself to this man, not just her body and blood, but her soul as well. 

Adrian’s fangs scraped over her skin as he pierced her luscious skin for the second time that night. He couldn’t get enough of her, he wanted her and only her, through this lifetime and into the next.

As he sunk his fangs deep into her skin, she saw stars. Their shared pleasure only intensified as he fed on her and she couldn’t help but scream out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bared down on his cock, moving her hips with his, pushing them both closer to their breaking point. Cordelia has never felt anything like this sensation before. This wasn’t just sex, this was something more, something deeper.

Adrian withdrew his fangs, so he could watch her cum. “Cum with me princess” he said as he rested his forehead on hers.“Delia, look at me” he whispered. Adrian thrust into her desperately as he shot streams of hot cum inside her pussy. 

“Adrian! Adrian!” she cried out as she came with him, her juices dripping down his cock, mixing with his own cum. She collapsed onto his sweaty chest as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still embraced her as he stroked her back, both heaving as they attempted to catch their breath. Delia curled up in Adrian’s arms, turning to glance at the other two men, obviously satisfied. “Well boys, that didn’t exactly solve our problem” she giggled. “Shall we get back to business?”

The men nodded in agreement as they got up to gather their clothes.

Adrian moved away from Delia, fetching both sets of their clothes, helping dress her still quivering body. “Are you okay Delia?” He asked concerned. 

She put one hand on his cheek and looked him deep in the eyes. “Perfect.”

Adrian smiled at her.

“But maybe next time it could be just the two of us?” Her voice faltered, afraid that he might turn her down.

“Nothing would make me happier princess.” He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I want you to sleep here with me today.”

“I would love to.” Delia responded as she grinned ear to ear.

Adrian guided her back over to his desk and picked up his documents. “Alright gentlemen, back to page three.” 

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WIP Wednesday ft. Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ― Chapter 11: [Untitled]

WORD COUNT: 174 RATING: Teen+ (this series is rated MATURE for graphic violence and adult content) FEAT: A Mystery Guest CONTENT WARNINGS: language, potential spoilers for book 5

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Wallachia, October 1462

“TEPES!”

It is, by all accounts, a sturdy and well-maintained stronghold. With a multitude of vantage points for keen-eyed archers and terrain that requires training to learn; to master. It tests the mettle of the Voivode’s men even still. All the more advantage when untested feet scramble on a battlefield that fights them as fiercely as their enemies will.

But the key to a stronghold worth taking for one’s own is something more than strategy. Something far more subtle. Something that cannot be falsified or replicated.

A conqueror’s stronghold must be old. It must stand against time itself and emerge the victor; even across the battlefield of symbolism.

There is nothing symbolic about the very real, very physical manifestation of time’s arrogant wrath where his voice echoes cavernous through the castle’s old stone walls.

Old though they may be, he is always older.

“TEPES! You vile, pompous, hubristic pile of filth! I demand you show your simpering weaselly face before I tear your walls down stone by crumbling stone!”

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 3/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Posting (just like before) is random lol, hope you guys enjoy this story

Much much longer than Being a Witch with Vampires by the way, so we're in a long ride (or you are, because I already know the story)

Word Count: 2047 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

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Pulling over at Celine's house, Carlisle spotted her walking out of her front door, clad in a light blue top paired with a khaki skirt. Without hesitation, he hurried out of his car, eager to escort her to the passenger seat beside him.

“Why are there so many cars behind us?” Celine asked, looking behind them, where Rosalie and Emmett’s cars are behind his

“They heard that I asked you out on a date.” Carlisle answered, having prepared the answer in his mind already “Wanted to be in support. I got them to not follow us where I had planned to bring you though, I think you’d want the privacy.”

“That’s cute.” Celine said with a grin on her face. Carlisle moved faster, reaching for the seatbelt on her end and buckling it, the faintest of their skins touching sending electric shocks on his body

“It was a shock, receiving your call.” Celine said as Carlisle started driving, Rosalie and Emmett’s car getting smaller from his rear mirror “I mean, I’ve gotten hints that you were into me, both from your actions and to what everyone at the hospital told me, so like, I wasn’t shocked shocked but that doesn’t mean that I was like expecting you to ask me out or some—

“You’re cute.” Carlisle could only say, looking at her briefly before focusing his eyes on the road

“How long have you liked me anyways?” Celine asked curiously

“I wish I knew the answer to that, believe me.” Carlisle said, a fond smile growing on his face “I’ve just always…liked you in that way.”

He wanted to bare his soul, to confess that she held his entire being in her hands from the moment they met. That she had reminded him the long-forgotten sensation of having a heart. But he held back, a harsh reminder echoing in his mind that their date had been born of necessity, to protect her from the looming threat of a vampire like himself.

They were pulling up in a nearby bar, Carlisle couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that this wasn't how he had envisioned their first date. Nevertheless, he reminded himself that this moment, imperfect as it may be, was still a precious opportunity to get the chance to be with Celine. He got out of the car, making his way to her side to open the door for her.

“Always the gentleman.” Celine chuckled, following him in the bar and to the bar area so they were nearer to the bartender

"Of course, only the best behavior with the best girl." Carlisle flirted, sitting on the chair next to her "Know what you want?"

"Oh yeah, one Sangria please." Celine ordered to the bartender "You?"

"Just beer." Carlisle answered, thinking of how he'll make it look like he was drinking. He didn't especially like beer in general, having remembered his past when he was still human

"Oh, so the doctor does drink." Celine teased, admiring the doctor out of his coat

'He looked marvelous' She noted, the navy-blue polo shirt seemed to be tailored perfectly fit for him. Its snug fit hinted at the dedication he put into maintaining a healthy lifestyle, even amidst his demanding schedule. His biceps were subtly flexing as he reaches for his wallet, showing to Celine that even if he's older, his physique says otherwise.

"Open a tab under Cullen." Carlisle said to the bartender, giving him his card, as he gives their drinks to them

"I will admit, it has been a while since I've been on a date." Celine said, taking a sip of her Sangria "So, I apologize if I get a bit too awkward for your liking."

"Don't even think of it. I've been single myself for quite a while now." Carlisle replied, fake drinking his beer, the fizzy effect of his drink resting on his tongue. He carefully spat the beer back in the glass, disgusted with the feeling

"How long?" Celine asked

"Since I adopted Edward, Emmett, and Alice which is roughly 20 to 21 years ago, I think?" He lied effortlessly. He felt bad lying to her, knowing that she sincerely liked him enough to go out on a date with him

"Why'd you adopt if you're alone?" She asked again. Now Carlisle was caught off guard, what story will he say that won't sound creepy for her?

"It was an ex-girlfriend's request." He came up with, looking at Celine so she won't get suspicious. She had a gentle smile, nodding at him to continue

'Now I feel twice as bad' He thought. She was so genuine, listening to his story, when most of it was filled with nothing but lies

"Told me that if I wanted to propose, I would have to give her 3 children." He continued, fake drinking again as he thinks of what to add "I adopted them all at once, Edward technically being my oldest, followed by Emmett, then with Alice being my youngest. But they're all near each other's age, so sometimes I accidentally say that they're triplets."

"What happened?" Celine asked, genuine curiosity on her face

"Turned down the proposal. Said that I wasn't enough for her. Now, my sister helps me in taking care of them." He answered quietly, looking away from her in shame. Shame for making such a fabricated story to her.

"Do you regret doing it?" She asked quietly, her hand resting on his cheek and softly making her face him, almost flinching with how cold he was "Do you regret adopting them?"

"Oh no." Carlisle answered, her eyes captivating him "Among the thousands of things that I've done wrong in my life, they are the only things that I've done right."

"You must really love being a father then." Celine said. Carlisle noticed how her smile faltered for a bit, before making it wider again

"Of course, it makes me feel fulfilled." Carlisle answered, smiling back at her "How about you?"

"How about me?" Celine asked, ordering another glass of Sangria for her to drink, having finished the first one "I'm not a parent, I can't be really."

"Why'd you say so?" Carlisle asked, now curious. He watched Celine finish her second glass of Sangria before ordering another one, it was easy to figure out that she was stalling.

"You don't have to tell me; I'll understand if it isn't something you want to talk about."

"I really can't conceive kids. Got tested multiple times already, all results had the same answer, that I'm infertile." Celine revealed in a low tone, feeling ashamed of it

"Well, don't you think that makes us a perfect pair?" Carlisle asked her, not wanting her to think that having kids was something he still wanted "If you ever want to be a mom of some sort, obviously. You don't owe them in being their parent."

"I mean, what if you want to have kids of your own one day?" Celine asked back, nervousness lingering in her tone

As Carlisle observed Celine's vulnerability and anxiety during their conversation, he couldn't help but empathize with her underlying fears and insecurities.

He understood her reasoning in revealing personal information on their first date, recognizing her desire to prevent him from becoming too emotionally invested if she couldn't meet his expectations. Though the nervousness and anxiety lingering in her at the conversation of having children still made his heart break

"A child of my own isn't something that I would worry about." Carlisle answered her "I'm contented with my three children already. I think any more will just make me look like a womanizer, don't you think?"

"I think I like you a little deeper now." Celine blurted out, having just finished her third glass. She was turning red now, the alcohol taking effect on her “I’m sorry, I wasn’t—

"Alcohol talking now?" Carlisle teased her, feeling her lighten up from the deep discussion that they had

“Are you feeling alright? Do you want some water?” He asked again, not being able to help but worry for her reddened face

"Always the doctor. I’m just not really good with alcohol." Celine murmured; her eyes rested on him. She didn’t voice anything out but it was obvious that she wanted something

And Carlisle needed to give it to her.

“Everything alright?” Carlisle asked, looking at her with concern

"Dance with me?” She murmured quietly; an alluring twinkle in her eyes

"Of course." Carlisle answered lowly, willing to entertain her every request

'This was what Alice meant when she asked if I could deny her' He realized quietly, staring as she asks the bartender for a glass of water to soothe her temperature.

She stood up and pulled him to the dance floor, a particularly sexy song playing. Initially feeling awkward beside her, Carlisle couldn't shake the sensation that someone as extraordinary as her was merely taking pity on him.

But amidst the uncertainty, there was an undeniable sense of rightness, as if they were two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place to complete the picture.

Carlisle decided to let loose, following how Celine moved her body. He was wary to touch her, scared that he'll crave more of the temptation.

But Celine took over, gently coaxing his hands to rest on her waist. As she drew herself closer to him, her hands finding their place on his shoulders.

Her scent was intoxicating, she was intoxicating.

Soon, their bodies were close from touching. Carlisle's hands found a comfortable place on Celine's waist, his grip tightening slightly as he pulled her nearer to him.

In the intimacy of the moment, he could feel the magnetic pull between them, her eyes beckoning to him with unspoken desire, her every touch a silent invitation.

“May I?” Carlisle asked quietly, moving his face closer to hers. They felt alone right now, everything and everyone becoming a blur.

Celine didn’t answer by words, but her pulling him down and kissing him on the lips was an answer that was more than enough for him. Every fiber of his being screamed for restraint, urging him to resist the allure of his primal instincts.

But in the heat of the moment, her kiss felt too irresistible, too perfect to deny himself of.

With a sense of surrender, Carlisle allowed himself to be consumed by the passion that enveloped them, losing himself in the intoxicating rhythm of their kiss.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they shared, a bond that transcended words and defied logic.

For in that moment, Carlisle sensed a flutter in his chest, his cheeks tingling with warmth, as the essence of his vampiric nature ebbed away. He felt remarkably human, enveloped in the tender emotions evoked by their kiss, granting him a precious taste of humanity after 359 years his of vampiric existence.

In that moment, he knew without a doubt that he was exactly where he was meant to be, and who he was meant to be with.

Carlisle pulled his hand from her waist, placing it softly on her cheek, pulling away from what had been his taste of temptation. A smile grew on his face, having just kissed the woman who had unexpectedly entered his life, bringing with her a sense of joy and fulfillment that he had never before experienced in his 382 years of existence

“Let’s go somewhere…private.” Celine whispered, looking at him with fake innocence in her eyes

“You’ve had something to drink.” Carlisle whispered back, resting his hands back on her waist out of habit “And as tempting as you are right now, I do not wish to bed you while you have alcohol in your system.”

“The alcohol leaves my body very quickly so I’ll feel like I didn’t drink before we get home.” She replied knowingly, looking at him, her eyes screaming nothing but desire

“Please indulge me in this.”

Carlisle knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too, but he could hear Edward and Rosalie in his head. They were screaming for him to stop, for him to be rational, for him to think. But he couldn’t, he wanted her.

He needed her.

And she wanted him too.

And what would that make him if he didn’t give her everything that she wants?

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