#olla fanfiction

[joyful-enchantress]

Love at First Bite (18+) | Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You’ve been dating Adam for a while and this Valentine’s Day, you take a new step in your relationship. Written as part of the 14 Days of Valentines Collection curated by @muddyorbsblr ❤️ This is my first time writing for Adam. I hope you enjoy!

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff too, angst (if you squint), established relationship, language, vampires, biting, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, restraints

Word Count: 3.5k

“It is too dangerous, darling. The answer is still no.”

At his steadfast declination, you turned your lips downward into your most convincing pout, your doe eyes adding to the air of innocence and longing. The demure look on your face was surely a stark contrast to your lascivious body, perched as it was, straddling Adam's lap and clad in nothing save for a pair of black lace panties and one of his tee shirts. “I only want it because I’m so sure you’d never hurt me, Adam.”

Your immortal lover brought his cool fingertips up from where they had been resting on your hip to brush softly against the column of your throat, his eyes meeting yours and swimming with a heady cocktail of solemnity, regret, and... was that desire? “We’re not talking about a hickey, love. I’d pierce your skin, drink your blood. By definition it would hurt you.”

You gave an exasperated sigh. “You know what I mean, Adam. I just know that I’d be safe with you. I trust you with my life.” An almost feline smirk stretched across your crimson lips. “And I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would be. Please, Adam. I want this.”

As you finished your plea, you began to kiss and suck on his neck, working your way from the corner of his chiseled jaw down to the notch between his collarbones, pulling a gravelly moan from his lips in response to your attention. You were fully aware that you were testing his resolve, fraying the edge of it, thread by thread. Hopefully, one day soon, it would finally snap, because you knew that deep down he, too, found the idea of drinking from you incredibly erotic.

He has actually admitted as much to you in the past. The two of you have discussed it before, almost too many times to count over the fourteen months that you've been seeing each other. Understandably, prior to dating Adam, your knowledge of vampires was limited. You'd thought that if he were to ever sink his fangs into you, that there were two options: dying or becoming a vampire yourself. It surprised you to learn that he could bite you, feed from you, without killing you and without turning you. From that moment on, the thought of him doing just that took up occupancy in a dark corner of your mind and never left.

“Darling…” Adam’s husky growl pulled you back to the present moment. “…look at me.”

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his collarbone and met his gaze with your own.

He seemed to hesitate for just the briefest second, as if he was contemplating a change of heart, before he continued, “I can’t bring myself to do it, to mar this perfect skin…” as he said it, he brushed the pads of his fingers against your throat once again, touching you so gently, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. “...you’re my lover, my partner. I love you, I cherish you, I respect you. You’re not a food source.”

You pondered his words for a moment before responding, absentmindedly tracing swirling patterns along the alabaster planes of his bare chest with your lithe fingertips.

“Adam, do we not have sex?”

He looked stunned at your question and scoffed as though it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked. “Of course we do.”

“And is sex not a primal, almost animalistic desire?”

“I suppose so, but —”

You cut him off before he could continue. “So if you have no problem using my body to sate one primal hunger, why are you so morally opposed to using it to sate another?”

Adam's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something in response before it drew shut once more as he considered your words. Seizing the opportunity, you continued, leaning forward to rasp seductively in his ear, "We both already love it when I submit to you in the bedroom. Think of this as a natural extension of that submission... a way for me to yield even more control and power to you, Sir." You felt him shudder as the final word rolled off your tongue.

When you pulled yourself back to look at him once more, you noticed that Adam seemed flustered by your words; he broke eye contact and looked around like he was searching the room for a reply that kept evading him. And if vampires could blush, you thought to yourself, his neck and cheeks would be turning scarlet.

"Adam..." you whispered as you took his face between both of your hands and gently turned his head to look at you. There was a sadness in his eyes when they met yours again. He looked sorry. Guilty, even. "...we don't have to keep discussing this for now. It's okay. I can tell it is upsetting you, and that's not what I want. That's not what I ever want." As you breathed out your loving reassurance, you kissed him softly, willing all of your adoration to cascade over him in a soothing wave of warmth and devotion.

When you finally broke the kiss, Adam spoke again at last, his voice careful and deliberate, as if what he was saying might scare you away.

"Y/N, my love, I would be lying if I told you that your suggestion doesn't sound... divine. My reluctance to grant your request does not stem from a lack of desire, I assure you. In fact, it is just the opposite. I fear that I desire it too strongly -- that I'd enjoy it too much. That I'd be unable to control myself... unable to bring myself to stop."

You held your breath, completely captivated by his words; this was a new revelation -- he was being more honest with you than he'd ever been. If you were being truthful, it did scare you a little. But it didn't make the idea of Adam drinking from you any less arousing.

His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.

"I am ashamed, darling. Ashamed of how much I want it." He blinked and one of those tears broke free, toppling over the edge of his cheekbone and leaving a glistening trail down the side of his face. "And I know you trust me with your life, Y/N, but the trouble is, I don't trust myself..."

There was a pregnant pause -- Adam took a deep breath and he slowly swallowed, as if he was pushing down his own fear. What happened next sent a shiver down your spine and a jolt of arousal to your heated core.

His pupils dilated and his sapphire eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."

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More than six weeks had passed since that conversation with Adam; it was the last time the delicate subject of him biting you came up. Neither of you mentioned it again after Adam bared his soul to you the way he did and finally admitted the real reason he was so hesitant to grant your salacious wish.

Your thoughts drifted back to that night; after your conversation and Adam's confession, the two of you shared a night of passion that has been burned in your memory ever since. The ferocity, the possessiveness, the raw eroticism. The way he claimed you so roughly, so thoroughly, that you would never again doubt who you belonged to.

Something turned Adam completely feral that night -- the marks of ownership he left on your body lasted nearly a week and the echo of him chanting "Mine..." over and over again like a mantra rang in your ears long after the night ended.

A wave of hot, wet arousal pooled between your thighs at the vivid memory.

A ping from your phone delivered you from your reverie and brought your thoughts back to the present. It was a text from Adam.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. I cannot wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise for you so don't be late. xx

The loving yet commanding tone of his text message, combined with the filthy images that had just been flashing through your mind, fanned the flames of your already sweltering desire. You hoped that whatever Adam had in store for you tonight would lead to the bedroom.

Glancing at the clock, you realized that you had just over an hour to get ready if you wanted to arrive on time. You'd better get to work.

After showering and ensuring you were properly groomed from head to toe, you slipped on Adam's favorite black mesh lingerie set. The sheer fabric left almost nothing to the imagination, and the strappy accents gave a subtle but sexy nod to the harnesses and cuffs he loved to use on you. You hoped he would use them tonight.

You chose a classic little black dress and leather jacket to wear over the lingerie. The look was complete with a touch of makeup, including blood red lips, and your black Doc Martens. With one last once-over in the mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval and walked out the door.

When you pulled up to Adam's and approached the front door, you could hear him playing music inside, the vibrations from his amplifier rattling the old house. You pressed your palm lightly against the door, feeling as the wooden panels seemed to thrum with electricity under your touch. There was no need to ring the doorbell -- he'd barely be able to hear it, bathed as he was in his own symphony of sound. Plus, you knew he'd be able to pick up your scent and would come to greet you and welcome you inside.

Not even 30 seconds later, the music came to a stop and you could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as Adam gracefully descended the staircase and strode towards the front door.

As he swung open the door, he stood before you, clad in faded black jeans and his favorite robe, tied sluttishly loose around his waist so that his bare chest was exposed to your roaming eyes. His own iridescent orbs peered out from behind curtains of jet-black hair and met yours with a simmering intensity that took your breath away. At your reaction, a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth; no doubt he could hear your quickening heartbeat.

"Hello, darling. Right on time, I see. Good girl." He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling the top of your head. His praise turned you to a puddle for him and dammit, he knew it. Not that you were complaining.

"Hi Adam," you murmured softly, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, indeed," he hummed, "Come inside, love, so we can begin celebrating."

You followed him inside, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket in the foyer, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a familiar position -- straddling his lap as he sat on the couch, lips joined together in a passionate kiss. His cool digits danced up the length of your thighs, hiking up the skirt of your dress as they went. The chill of the air meeting your freshly exposed skin caused you to shiver, and Adam took advantage of your momentary distraction to break the kiss and move his attention to your neck, licking and sucking on your pulse point until you moaned for him.

"Adam..." you panted, "I thought you said you had a surprise for me?"

You could feel him smile against your neck, and he chuckled softly before he replied, "Don't worry, my love, you'll find out soon enough."

Your skirt was bunched around your waist at this point, and Adam brought one hand between your thighs and stroked a finger against your mesh-covered heat.

"Mmm... so wet for me already," he growled darkly, "And I see you wore my favorite. Such a good girl. My good girl."

When you let out a high-pitched whimper in response to his touch and his words, he recaptured your mouth with his, pushing his tongue past your teeth and stroking it languidly against your own. You followed his lead and returned the favor, pushing your tongue against his lips to ask for entry, which he easily granted.

As his teeth parted for you, however, you felt a strange movement within his mouth -- something new... something foreign. It felt like his teeth were...growing? In your confusion, you stilled your tongue against his teeth and realized that he was slowly, but surely, protracting his fangs.

He had never done this before. He'd never even let you see his fangs. Your heart pounded against your ribcage like a mallet on a drum and you pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Instead of the familiar crystalline blue orbs, you were met with a warm reddish-gold. Equally as beautiful, but more menacing, more... hungry.

Did this mean...?

"Are you frightened, darling?" Adam eyed you warily, concern etched all over his devastatingly handsome face. Concern and...lust.

"Yes," you breathed out in a shaky response. "Yes... and no."

"Good..." he breathed in sharply through his nose and you swear you saw the color of his eyes intensify even more as he inhaled your scent. "I'd be worried if you weren't scared at all. A healthy dose of fear is completely normal in this situation and will likely even heighten the experience for you."

You gasped as his words sunk in. Was he finally ready?

“Adam,” you started. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“I’m ready, Y/N. If this is something that you still want, I’m ready to give it to you.” He brought his hand up to stroke your face, thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone. “I want to drink from you. To taste you in a way I haven’t before.”

“Oh, please, Adam. Yes, I still want this,” you rasped. “I trust you completely.”

At your confirmation, he pressed his lips to yours once more, and stood from the couch, hands cupping your ass as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gave yourself into the kiss, your whole body humming with anticipation of what was about to happen.

Adam laid you down gently onto the bed and hovered over you, resting his weight on his sinewy forearms. He broke the kiss to give you a chance to catch your breath and when your eyes met his, you saw something else lurking beneath the reddish-gold blanket of hunger and lust. Reverence. He was in awe that you were willing to let him do this, to submit to him and give yourself to him in this way.

“Darling, before we go any further, I need you to know that I love you,” he proclaimed, his voice husky with desire. “I love you so much, and I promise to keep you safe.”

“I know, Adam, I love you too.”

“I’m going to time my bite so that it coincides with your release. That way, the surge of endorphins will help with the pain.”

“I’m not worried about the pain, Adam, I —“

He cut you off before you could finish. “I am. At least for this first time. There’s nothing I can do to stop it completely but if I can lessen the pain then I’m going to.”

There was no room for argument, so you simply nodded your understanding.

“There’s one other thing, my love…” Adam began, “…if it is alright with you, I think it might be better if I restrain you.”

“Restrain me?” A shudder ran through you, your natural sense of self-preservation kicking in. Despite your earlier hope that he would use cuffs and harnesses on you tonight, this didn’t feel like the time.

“I know what it sounds like, but it is actually to ensure your safety even more. I trust myself, but I do think that any sort of struggle might trigger my more… predatory instincts. I’m sure I can control them, but why test that theory? Again, at least for this first time.”

Your heart fluttered with excitement at the fact that not once, but twice now, he alluded to there being a next time.

“Okay then. Yeah, let’s take every precaution,” you breathed out with a heavy sigh. The weight of the situation was taking its toll on your energy level.

Adam worked quickly to remove your dress and all of his own clothing before he secured your wrists to the corners of the headboard with silken rope. You were quite literally spread out for him. Like a meal.

He began kissing you then, beginning with your lips and moving shortly to your neck, worshipping you like a goddess as he licked and sucked his way from your chin to your shoulder, pulling breathy moans from you as he went. Without interrupting his oral ministrations, he swiftly removed your panties with one hand. You lifted your hips and legs to help him pull them down and completely off your body.

That same hand of his came back up to cup your sex. He groaned as he dipped his fingers between your glistening folds, gathering up your slick wetness before moving his attention to your aching clit.

“Oh, Adam…” you whimpered desperately. “I want you. I need you. Please.”

“Shhh, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

As he said the words, he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust his rigid cock into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck —“ he gasped, “so fucking tight. I’ll never tire of claiming your perfect little cunt.”

You clenched around him, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

As he began rutting his hips, grinding against you and into you, you could tell that you were close. That familiar coil was tightening at the base of your abdomen and it wouldn’t take long at this rate for it to snap.

“Adam, I’m — ahh — I’m close!” You managed to piece together the words between pants.

“Are you ready?” He asked you soberly, one final check that he had your consent.

“Yes, Adam. Please drink from me.”

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

He reached between your bodies and moved his dexterous fingers against your clit once more, pulling you towards the precipice of pleasure and hurdling you over the edge.

At the same time that he felt you come, squeezing his cock like a vice, he brought his lips to the spot where your shoulder met your neck and bit down. Hard. Sinking his fangs into your supple flesh, savoring the blood that pooled on his tongue.

He found his release not long after, coating your walls in his seed.

Amidst the throes of your orgasm, you could feel the sharp pain when he bit you. The pain was worse than you thought it would be and for a moment you were frightened. Had you made a mistake?

But then, as quickly as it came, the pain faded away; it melted into ecstasy as he drank from you. You reveled in his moans of pleasure at the taste of you on his tongue.

After a few swallows, he pulled away from your neck and peered down at you; you watched as his fangs retracted and his eyes began to return to their usual shade of blue. A few drops of your blood still clung to his lips and you were somewhat surprised to realize that you found the sight to be one of the most erotic you’d ever seen.

Once he came back to himself, he scrambled to untie your wrists and wrapped your body, limp and spent as it was, in his arms.

“My sweet, darling girl…” he lovingly whispered. “You were so good for me. So brave. So selfless. And you taste even more divine than I had imagined. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for being patient and waiting for me to be ready, even though you’ve wanted to try this for so long.”

“I love you, Adam,” were the only words you were able to form at the moment.

As you lay there, coming back down from your high and recovering your depleted energy, Adam tended to you. He massaged your wrists and shoulders to soothe any ache left behind from the restraints, and he lifted you and carried you into the en-suite bathroom where he lowered you into the tub that had already begun to fill with warm water.

The wound on your neck was not very deep. He cleaned it thoroughly and bandaged it up for you.

“Thank you Adam,” you finally managed to say.

He chuckled, “You’re welcome, darling. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I had no doubt that I would enjoy it. Did you like it as much as you thought you would?”

You basked for a moment in how sated you felt physically and how closely, intimately, connected to him you felt emotionally.

Then you looked up at him and with a cheeky smile you replied, “It was love at first bite.”

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[psychospore]

Intoxicating

A sequel to A Blood Pact.

If you want to read more Loki and Adam OLLA fics, check out my Masterlist

Summary: Adam comes back for more blood and swears your blood is unlike any other

Word count: 624

Pairing: Adam OLLA x F!reader

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

It was barely two months since you last saw Adam. You haven't heard back from him and part of you thinks he might have forgotten his end of the deal. You sighed as you slumped back in your swivel chair, cupping your face and rubbing your eyes. It was rather a slow night and you are getting nowhere in your research.

You glanced at the refrigerator, seeing 4 metal canisters filled with O-negative blood when you see a familiar figure reflected from the glass door, looming behind you - Adam. You quickly turned around to face your visitor.

He was still wearing his bizarre hospital get-up that made you raise your brow as if you weren't startled as heck just a second ago.

"Dr... Y/N" he gloomily greets you.

" Adam, how have you been?" You look at him from top to bottom.

" Famished. I'm here for my supply in exchange for these manuscripts - studies of vampirism carefully curated by yours truly" he hands you a thick stack of crisp and yellowed paper.

" Thank you," you extended your arms to receive the documents, carefully placing them in a safe spot on the table. You walked a few feet over to the refrigerator where the canisters are, pulled the door open, and bent down to pick two at a time, laying them horizontally inside Adam's bag.

He picked one up, removing his mask, to take a quick whiff and a tiny gulp, his mouth went wide open to reveal blood-soaked ivories, extended canines visible. His eyes rolled back in pleasure but a tiny wince shortly followed. Still, he looked strikingly stunning. Your thighs started to pool with arousal which you hurriedly shook off by asking him about his recent reaction.

" How's it?" You asked, not noticing accidentally getting cut from the glass slide you removed from the microscope just now. Your intoxicating scent started to seep into the air within the enclosed space.

" Still the same. Something about your blood made it pale in comparison though. I'm curious," he closed in on you, making you lean against the table as his warm breath whispered into your ears.

"You make me want to drain all the blood in your body," he hissed in your ear, drunk from his recent consumption and overwhelming scent.

You took a deep breath to try and push him away but his rock-hard chest barely budged from your efforts. You whimpered, but you tried to solidify your resolve, "you still need me... alive"

He brought your shivering hands in front of him, now pooling with blood as he starts to lick it hungrily, sloppily sucking each finger until there was no more left. Each gesture elicits a sexual reaction from you, a mix of moans and sighs almost making you climax from those alone.

" You are addictive," he declares as his piercing gaze stared directly at you, mentally undressing and sucking the blood from your neck.

You could only look in sheer terror and arousal as you realized what just happened. You tried to shake off the feeling, hurriedly washing your hands to rid of the scent.

" I think your supply would suffice in the meantime. I won't be able to supply a lot of my blood up until at least 3 months since I last gave them to you. Although if you really need it... I could draw up until 5cc just for a fix. Seems like you've developed some weird liking to my blood," you nervously chuckled

" Hmm.. I'll be back soon. Thank you, Doctor," he responded, seeming like a different person from what he was just a minute ago. He's back to his aloof self. He hurriedly walked out and left with his car, along with his supply of blood.

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[polysprachig]

17.03.2024 | lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh and some borderline Merlin fanfiction in Irish ☘️🍄

*Currently learning to record and working on my reader voice—without dropping my mixed accent

Sometimes you plan to do something 4 years ago, then 2, and in the end you do it today. How long I thought it would take to improve my writing and translation skills before moving on to creative reading and how long it actually took differed quite drastically. But as I annotate the polyglot journal I started in 2020 (which is not the book pictured above), it's hard to feel like that's a bad thing, since I gave myself an appropriate amount of time to work on each stage of my projects at my current level without feeling the need to rush on to the next thing.

The audio here is cut from a set of blanket test recordings I made to test out some recording software, which is why it gives she-just-picked-up-the-text-and-started-reading-without-prep-time vibes.

Text in Irish and English below.

English translation shares the original sentiment but at a different register—as was my specific intention in this particular project.

Fadó, fadó chuaigh Merlin go Camelot.

Long before the days of yore and once upon a time Merlin went to Camelot.

Bhuel, shiúil sé chuig an gcathair agus teangacha a bhróg ag longadán anonn is anall agus é ar a bhealach ann.

Walked, rather, the tongues of his boots swaying back and forth as he made his way there.

Ní raibh ann ach stócach bocht thart faoin am sin agus ní raibh a fhios aige cén dóigh marcaíocht ar chapall a dhéanamh, agus ní raibh capall aige fiú!

He was only a young lad at that time and hadn’t the faintest idea how to ride a horse, but fortunately for him, he didn’t own one!

Ba bhuachaill deas is cairdiúil é Merlin. Bhí sé ard tanaí agus bhí gruaig dhubh, súile gorma, agus cluasa móra air.

A nice, friendly boy Merlin was, tall and thin with black hair, blue eyes and sizeable ears.

É sin ráite, níor éist sé le daoine eile ar chor ar bith – agus fadhb i gcroí an scéil seo a bheidh inti sin, déanta na fírinne.

Not that he used them to listen to anyone else – a truth which, I dare say, will be the problem at the heart of this story.

Mar sin féin, ní hionann sin ‘s a rá go raibh sé ag déanamh amaidí gach lá.

Be that as it may, he wasn’t one to make a complete fool of himself either.

Thuig sé rudaí praiticiúla, mar shampla: ná bí i do shuí ar do thóin nuair a bhuaileann tú le díbheargaigh sa choill, ná hól uisce as an áit naofa agus rudaí mar sin.

He knew such practical things as not to sit on his arse when he happened on bandits in the forest, not to drink water from a sacred well and things like that.

Cé gur thuig sé é sin, rinne sé a rogha rud freisin.

Still, Merlin was rather prone to do as he pleased.

Tugadh am crua dó, ach b’fhearrde sé é gan dabht. 

It nearly always made his life more difficult, but what great test of character that turned out to be.

Chaith sé éadach glan buanfasach. Éadach donn a bhí i gceist den chuid is mó, ach bhí léine ghorm is scaif dhearg iontach deas aige freisin.

He wore clothes which were clean and durable and mostly brown to my recollection; yet he did have a blue shirt and a wonderfully lovely red scarf as well.

Ní raibh ach mála beag amháin aige chomh maith le pocán fíona, a luasc nuair a ghlac sé gach céim, agus éadach olla áisiúil ar chodail sé air. 

With him he carried only a small rucksack, a wineskin which rocked to and fro as he took each step, and a handy, woollen blanket to sleep on.

Bhí sé an-ghaofar nuair a chuaigh Merlin thar na sléibhte ar an mbóthar gainimh, ach mhothaigh sé an ghrian ar a aghaidh. Bhí sé te go leor.

A strong wind blew as Merlin traversed the mountains on the sandy road, but the sun on his face shone warm enough.

Bhí lá breá geallta don lá, rud a rinne radharc an tírdhreacha i bhfad níos áille.

The day was proving, as promised, to be a fine one and that made the view of the landscape even more beautiful.

Bhí féar glas agus rosáin bheaga ag fás taobh le cosán an tsléibhe, crainn ghiúise ina sheasamh ar charraigeacha na n-aillte, sruthanna beaga sneachta ag soilsiú ar cheann an tsléibhe agus néalta geala ag síneadh go bun na spéire.

Green grass and small shrubs grew along the mountain path, fir trees towered on the rocky cliffs, little streams of snow glistened on each mountain peak and bright clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.

Ní fhaca sé Camelot fós agus bhí tinneas cosa air, ach níor chuir sé sin moill air.

He could not yet see Camelot and his feet grew weary, but his pace never slowed.

Le fírinne, bhí an-dúil ag Merlin sa turas mór agus bhí sé sásta, is dócha. 

Truth be told, the journey was quite enjoyable for Merlin and he was generally content to be on it.

#happy st patrick's day everyone #its basically a frame by frame description of the first few seconds in ep 1 #with a narrator #langblr #studyblr #mo chuid staidéir #irish #gaeilge

[pookha]

I Will Sing no Requiem

An Owl House Fanfiction Mature rated

TW: Torture, Implied Suicide, Major Character Death.

Lilith died at the hands of Belos and everyone is sad about it, except Vee. Vee can never forgive Lilith for what she did to her. If a villain is redeemed and their victims never see it, are they really redeemed? Vee works through her feelings about Lilith with Camila, Luz, and finally with her new enby-friend, Masha.

Title is taken from the song: Requiem from the Dear Evan Hansen musical.

“When do you have to go back?” Camila asked Luz as she sat down an olla on a trivet. Vee had set the table and was already seated and waiting. Her head was down and her hands were trembling, but neither Camila nor Luz noticed.

Luz sat down and put a basket of warm rolls on the table as she did.

“Tonight after dinner.” She served herself a heaping portion of sancocho from the olla and put a roll on a plate next to it.

“Eda says she needs some help with the funeral planning.” Luz sighed.

Camila put a hand on Luz’s shoulder and squeezed as she sat. She ladled up some of the stew and took a roll. Neither of them noticed that Vee still hadn’t moved or said anything.

“I wish I’d gotten to know Lilith better; she seemed nice from the little bit I saw of her before Belos killed her.” Camila started to say more, but Vee stood up so fast her chair tipped over. She shifted back from her human form to basilisk and her tail lashed the olla off the table. The ceramic pot exploded as it struck the wall and stew dripped down it.

“She was a fucking monster and if there is a Hell, I hope she’s burning in it forever!” She gnashed her teeth and Luz flinched back involuntarily. Camila took a step toward Vee to put a hand on her, but Vee screamed incoherently in Camila’s face and slithered quickly from the kitchen table. They heard her go up the stairs and then the whole house rattled with the slamming of the door.

Luz stood and said, “I should go talk to her.” Camila shook her head.

“I got this, cariño .”

Luz nodded.

“I’ll clean up.”

Luz went to gather cleaning supplies and Camila walked upstairs.

She knocked at the door to Vee’s bedroom. She thought of it as Vee’s bedroom now and not Luz’s since Luz stayed on the Boiling Isles now as much or more than she did at home.

“Fuck off!” Camila could hear the tears making Vee’s voice thick. Camila had never heard Vee curse before that night.

“I’m coming in,” Camila said softly.

She opened the door.

Vee lay stretched out on the bottom bunk, her tail hanging off limply and her face buried in a pillow. Foam from the pillow was strewn on the bed and carpet. As Camila walked to her, Vee shredded more of the pillow with her claws and flung them on the floor. A low wail was coming from deep in her throat.

Camila sat down on the bed next to Vee and Vee’s tail wrapped around her. Camila stroked it and made calming noises until Vee’s crying slowed and the wailing stopped. The whole pillow was shredded and Vee grabbed a second one from beside the bed and tucked it under her head.

“Please talk to me, tell me what’s going on,” Camila said.

Vee gulped once, twice, then a third time before she sat up. She put her arm around Camila who was now enveloped by both her tail and arms. Her wet face stained Camila’s shirt.

“When you can.” Camila’s strong arms encircled her.

“I-it’s Lilith. I can’t be sad she’s dead.”

She turned her face to look Camila directly in the eyes.

“Does that make me a bad person?”

“Why aren’t you sad she’s dead?” Camila asked, avoiding the question.

Vee closed her eyes for a long time before answering in a quavering, almost inaudible voice..

“She tortured me, literally tortured me. She made me hurt other demons and witches, too. Made me drain their magic.”

“I’m sorry, mija ; I didn’t know.” She gathered Vee back into a side hug and Vee immediately lowered her face again as the tears flowed faster.

“I should have told you earlier, I guess,” Vee said.

“I knew you would tell me what you needed to when you needed to and I didn’t want to press.” Camila kissed the top of Vee’s head.

“I—I just can’t do it…I’m sorry,” Vee’s sobs increased and she started hyperventilating.

“Lay down, breathe slowly, cálmate .”

Vee laid down and concentrated on her breathing. When she was breathing easier, Camila spoke.

“You don’t have to feel bad about not feeling bad. Lilith was cruel to you and you have every right to feel that way.”

“But Luz loved her so much,” Vee said with her voice muffled by a pillow again.

“Yes, but she knew her longer and she told me that Lilith tried to kill her once.”

Vee sat up.

“Really?”

Camila nodded.

“It’s her story to tell, not mine, but something happened after that with Lilith and Eda, and Luz says that changed Lilith; which doesn’t excuse what she did to you.”

“It wasn’t just me. Belos brought us back, basilisks I mean, so he could see how we drained magic and now I know he meant to use that knowledge in his draining spell.”

She sighed.

“He brought us back so he could commit genocide. He was the main one overseeing things, but both Lilith and Kikimora experimented on us, too.”

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing again.

“Ah, I met Kikimora.” She ran off a bunch of curse words; Vee didn’t know most of them, but the ones she did know were quite rude.

Vee gulped, sighed, burped, then laughed at her burp and began hiccuping.

“If Lilith had lived, I wanted to see her punished, maybe petrified,” Vee whispered.

“If Luz wouldn’t let them petrify Kikimora, then I don’t think they would have petrified Lilith, but I agree, she wouldn’t have gotten off without punishment.” Camila sighed, too.

“Luz told me that she thought that Lilith sacrificed herself as a type of self-punishment, but we’ll never know.”

Camila held Vee at arm’s length, lifted her chin and met her eyes again.

“Just because I’m supporting Luz with how she feels about Lilith dying doesn’t mean I don’t understand and support you, too; but, it’s hard to hold those feelings separate. You’re my daughter, too and I love you and don’t want to hurt either of you.”

“Thanks, mom,” Vee said, thrilling still as she always did every time she called Camila ‘mom’.

“I’m going to stay here for a bit longer, okay?” Vee said.

“Come down when you’re ready and don’t feel you have to come down before that.” Camila patted her head and left. She closed the door behind her. Vee picked up her phone when she heard Camila’s tread on the stairs.

Luz and Camila going to a funeral tomorrow. Can I stay with you? Overnight?

Masha replied right away, which Vee knew meant they had their phone next to them on their desk at work.

Of course. You’re not going?

Complicated family stuff, can tell you tmrw

Okay. Want to be picked up?

Imma walk, be at your place at 4?

Make it 5. Mom will be home by then and I’ll be there at 5:30 after I get off work.

Can I meet you at work instead when you get off? You off at 5?

5 after work. ♥️

♥️

Vee held her phone to her chest and pretended it was Masha’s warm hand. She wondered if she was falling in love with Masha and couldn’t decide if she already was or not. Masha had been there for her the entire time Camila and Luz had been gone in the Demon Realm and hadn’t freaked out too much when they found out that Vee was a shape-shifting basilisk and had also been the Luz they knew at camp.

Vee just lay in bed for a long time with her phone on her chest and after a while she flipped over and grabbed a Hexes Hold’Em card from the drawer of a bedside stand and devoured the magic from it. She put the now drained card in a different pack and put it away. She had access to better magical food now, but the Hexes Hold’Em cards were still a very tasty snack.

It got dark and she turned on the star shaped string lights that Luz had put up when she’d come back. She stared at them until they became blurry. The stars here were so different from the Boiling Isles and she knew now that she never wanted to go back. She was just getting up to clean up the ripped up foam bits from her pillow when someone knocked at the door. She jumped because she hadn’t heard anyone climb the stairs. That meant it had to be Luz; she’d learned which steps were creaky a long time ago and had taught them to Vee so Vee could raid the fridge.

Vee paused, foam bits held suspended over the trash can. After a count of five, she said, “Come in.”

Luz opened the door cautiously and peeked around it first.

“Wow!” she said, looking around at the mess. She had a bowl with tomato soup in it and some of the rolls from dinner on a plate.

“It’s all right,” Vee said and dropped the ripped-up foam into the trash.

Luz came in and shut the door. She put the bowl and plate down on the desk.

“I brought you some dinner. I’m afraid it’s just microwaved tomato soup and rolls, but I did put hot sauce in the soup like you like.” She knelt and helped Vee scoop up foam bits.

“Thanks,” Vee said, tears starting to flow again.

“I’m sorry. I ruined dinner.” She sat at the desk and poked at a roll with a claw.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Mom’s not mad and neither am I.” She sighed and sat on the bed.

“I should have thought about how you’d feel when I was talking about Lilith; I was insensitive and I’m sorry.” Luz reached up and touched the lighted stars.

“You couldn’t know what Lilith did to me.” Vee picked up the bowl and slurped soup directly from it.

“Well…I did know. Lilith told me what she’d done for the Emperor. She said if she went on trial that she wanted to be honest and have it all out there.”

She rose, stood behind Vee and put her hand on Vee’s shoulder.

“I didn’t want to let you know because I knew you’d tell us when you were ready, but maybe I should have let you know that I knew. I’m so sorry if I hurt you, too.” She squeezed Vee’s shoulder and Vee reached up to grab Luz’s hand.

“It’s okay; apology accepted.”

“I’ve never had a sister before and I know I’m going to make mistakes, but I hope we’ll always get along.”

“Me too,” Vee said. She ripped apart a roll and tossed it in the soup, then drank it all in one huge slurp.

“Will you be okay while we’re gone tomorrow?” Luz asked.

“I’m going to meet Masha after they get off work, then spend the night there.” Vee popped the other roll into her mouth whole and swallowed it without chewing.

“I like them. You made some great friends at camp while I was in the Demon Realm.”

She saw something in Vee’s eye.

“Oh, are you and Masha a couple now?”

Even though Vee was in her basilisk shape, she still blushed furiously.

“I—I don’t know. I don’t know if they feel the same way about me or not, but I think I’m falling for them. I’m glad they know the truth about me already because it would be real awkward to have started dating and then tell them ‘Oh, I’m a shape-shifting demon from another dimension.’”

Luz laughed and after a moment Vee did, too. Luz knelt by Vee and hugged her.

“Te amo, hermana .”

“Te amo ,” Vee whispered back.

The next day Camila and Luz left early. Vee saw them off through the portal, shivering at the view of the Demon Realm through it. Amity was waiting on the other side and ran through to hug Vee and give her a vial of Abomination goo.

“I made more of the super-strong stuff for you; I know you like it.”

“Yum!” Vee unstoppered it and sniffed. It smelled like Magic and clean water and mud and it smelled delicious.

Luz took Amity’s hand and Amity’s neck flushed red.

“We’ve got to go, batata ,” she said. Camila kissed Vee on the head as she went by.

“We’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at Masha’s when we get back, okay?”

Vee nodded and the rest of them walked off toward the Owl House. Hooty stretched out around them all, and even from here Vee could see Camila flinch away for a second.

Vee went back through the portal which closed behind her. She walked back from the abandoned house to their house and looked at the clock: Masha was at school now and it was eight hours before they got off work.

She texted Masha.

Wub

A moment later Masha texted back. That either meant it was in between classes or they had their phone with them at their desk.

Wub to you too, you dork

Then Masha sent a green onion emoji. When Vee had gone back to take that guided tour that Masha had offered, and they’d gotten boba tea and coffee, Vee had asked the person behind the boba counter if they had green onions because she wanted to put one in her tea. The counter person looked at Vee like she was crazy and Masha just laughed. They went to a little bodega nearby and bought Vee a wrapped bundle of green onions, which Vee dropped in her boba next to the straw. She would slurp up a tapioca bubble and then munch a green onion as they walked.

Vee laughed and sent back a rooster emoji because on that same tour they’d been chased away from a rickety old house by an aggressive rooster. It seemed to hate Vee especially and chased them for almost two blocks before giving up.

Vee cleaned the house, taking extra time vacuuming and tidying the living room. She still had time before she had to go, so she made chocolate chip cookie bars with Heath toffee bits in them and cleaned up the kitchen while they were cooling. She packed up everything she’d need for that night. It was drizzling so she put a bright yellow rain slicker on even though she didn’t actually need it.

She took a long time walking through the town to the Historical Society, petting Mr. Devers’s arthritic old dog who still tried to wag his tail at her. She picked up all the garbage she passed by in the gutters and put it in a bin as she turned the corner onto the street with the Historical Society building. She still had to suppress a panic attack sometimes when she saw the building, but meeting Masha here a few times had made it seem more like a good place than just another place she'd been tortured.

It was five to five and Vee thought about going in, but instead she stood outside the door and lowered the hood on her slicker. The cool fresh rain had made everything smell better and had washed away a layer of dust that had been accumulating throughout the last two dry weeks. The sun peeked out from a cloud for just a moment and Vee enjoyed the dual sensation of the sun on her face and also the rain. Masha had called it a sunshower and Vee loved that name. She’d just picked up her phone to see what time it was when Masha came out from the front door. Masha locked up and Vee put her phone away.

“Hey, you,” Masha said and hugged Vee, who blushed slightly but returned the hug enthusiastically.

“Hey, thanks for letting me stay over. I didn’t want to stay in the house by myself.” Vee broke the hug, but gripped Masha’s hand tightly. Masha shifted their hand until their fingers were interlaced and they both started walking toward Masha’s apartment.

“So, what’s up?” Masha asked.

“Not here, too many people might be listening.” Vee squeezed Masha’s hand and Masha squeezed back.

“Ooookay,” Masha said, looking around.

“You know Jacob’s out on bail from attacking Gus at Halloween, right?” Vee asked.

Masha nodded.

“I haven’t seen him around though,not since my boss got the restraining order.”

“Doesn’t mean that creep’s not here or someone like him.” Vee’s pace increased, but Masha dragged her back to a slower walk.

“I’ve got my pepper spray and I don’t think he’ll mess with you anymore, so let’s take our time, okay?” They dragged Vee to a stop.

Vee closed her eyes, breathed in and out heavily and nodded. When she opened her eyes, Masha was gazing directly into them.

“Are we…are we dating?” Vee blurted.

Masha’s eyes went wide, then they laughed and took Vee’s other hand.

“Do you want to be?” they asked.

Deep crimson streaks went up Vee’s neck and then over her face. She nodded.

“Well, I guess we are then, girlfriend.” Masha laughed again.

“Girlfriend,” Vee whispered and Masha leaned in to kiss Vee’s cheek.

“And I like enby-friend, if you don’t mind?” Masha asked.

“Enby-friend,” Vee agreed.

They walked the rest of the way to Masha’s apartment hand-in-hand, talking of small things. Vee asked about Masha’s school and work and Masha wanted to know everything about Luz and Amity.

When they got to the apartment, Masha let them in and yelled into the apartment.

“I’m home; Vee’s with me and she’ll be staying over tonight like we talked about!”

Masha’s mom popped into the hallway from her bedroom, still in her scrubs.

“Hi, Vee!” she stepped forward to hug Vee; she was a hugger. She stopped when she saw that Masha was still holding Vee’s hand.

Vee looked down and blushed again, released Masha’s hand and hugged their mom.

“I’m going to change and shower,” she said as she let go of Vee. Vee immediately took Masha’s hand again and their mother’s eyes again went to their entwined hands.

“I’m making spaghetti with spicy garlic sauce tonight, okay?” she asked as she walked back to her bedroom.

“Okay,” both Masha and Vee said.

“I brought cookies for dessert,” Vee said and took off her pack. She hung up her slicker on a hook by the door and dug in the pack for the container of cookies.

“Yum!” Masha’s mom said as she closed the door to her bedroom. Masha and Vee went to Masha’s bedroom. It was covered in posters that ranged from K-Pop to Black Metal and My Little Pony to Elvira, Mistress of the Night. Vee always felt comfortable here. Masha sat down on the bed and Vee sat across from them on the desk chair.

They heard the shower start up from the bathroom adjoining the other bedroom.

“So, Luz and mom are in the Boiling Isles going to Lilith’s funeral. She’s the Owl Lady’s sister and the one who cursed her.” Vee kept her head down and fiddled with the fringe on the edge of an afghan.

“I remember you told me that she also took some of the curse back when Belos tried to petrify the Owl Lady and that Luz thought of her as an aunt.”

Vee nodded slightly.

“Yeah.”

She was silent for a long time. Masha reached over and put their hand over Vee’s. Vee stopped playing with the fringe and gripped Masha’s hand tightly in both of hers. She kept her head down and tears fell onto their clasped hands.

“I—I—I hate her so much!” Vee yell-whispered. “I’m glad she’s dead and I hate myself for thinking that. Cam—mom said I don’t have to feel bad which made me feel worse, you know?”

She wailed and put her head down on their hands. Masha pulled one out and put it in Vee’s hair.

“I’m sorry; she must have been awful to you,” Masha said, not wanting to press.

Vee sobbed, gulped, sobbed again and lifted her tear-stained face. She’d partially lost control and her natural eyes and pigment were showing. Masha took their hand from Vee’s hair and wiped her tears with the back of it. Vee grasped it like a life-line and held it to her face. They sat that way for a long time.

“I told you that Belos brought us back so he could figure out how we drained magic and he wanted to use that in a Draining Spell to kill all the witches in the Boiling Isles?” Vee asked.

“You did,” Masha replied.

“We were all penned up and chained up and when we wouldn’t do what they wanted us to, they’d punish us. Sometimes, if one of the adult basilisks wouldn’t do something, they’d punish me to make the adults do what they wanted.” She closed her eyes, remembering.

“This is the real me.”

Vee shuddered and changed to her basilisk form. This time she didn’t hide the scars and brands. Masha ran their hand over a long scar that went from under Vee’s left eye to almost all the way down her belly. A handful of brands in the shape of the covens stood out in relief on her tail near the ring Vee wouldn’t or coudn’t remove. A puckered red scar peeked out from under her hairline. She had other smaller injuries.

“Kikimora gave me that one,” Vee said, putting Masha’s hand on the one under her hair.

“The emperor himself gave me the long one under my eye; I almost lost it.”

“Would you have liked a one-eyed basilisk?” Vee choked on her laugh.

Vee pulled back and changed back into her human shape. Masha hugged her close. Vee put her head on Masha’s shoulder and they sat like that until Vee pulled back slightly and Masha moved their lips to Vee’s. Their first kiss was gentle and wet with tears.

“I’d love you no matter what, I think.” Masha said.

“Thank you,” Vee whispered in Masha’s ear, which made Masha shiver.

Vee slid from the desk chair and sat on the floor. She scooched up to where Masha sat on the bed and leaned her head into Masha’s lap. Masha stroked Vee’s hair.

“Lilith gave me those brands on my tail. She used the gauntlet that they’d brand coven witches with. I absorbed the magic from it, but it still left a mark, and it fucking hurt.”

She started crying again.

“It hurt so much…and she hurt the others, too. She never seemed happy to do it, like Kikimora did, but even if she did it on orders, or didn’t want to…she still did it. I can never forget and I don’t know if I can ever forgive, either.”

Masha slid down on the floor behind Vee and held her as she cried. They whispered in Vee’s ear.

“You have every right to hate her; she tortured you. If she was somehow redeemed in other’s eyes, she never did anything to make it right by you. Maybe she could never make it right by you; I don’t know. I don’t have those answers.”

They squeezed Vee from behind.

“But, I’ll be here for you, whatever you need, okay?”

Vee nodded, her head in Masha’s chest.

They both jumped when Masha’s mom opened the door. She saw them sitting on the floor, Masha embracing Vee from behind and Vee’s tear-streaked face.

“Oh, love, can I help?” She knelt in front of Vee and put her hand over Masha’s where they were grasping Vee’s.

Vee shook her head.

“Masha’s helping me through it.” She raised her head and met the gaze of Masha’s mother.

“My enby-friend is awesome.” She sniffled and Masha’s mom pulled a tissue from a box by the bedside. She wiped tears from Vee’s face and handed Vee the box.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen. Please get me if you need me, okay?”

Vee and Masha both nodded and Masha’s mom left, closing the door behind them.

“Your mom’s very nice,” Vee said.

“Camila seems nice, too. You should show her what you showed me if you haven’t before. I know she’ll understand.”

“I don’t want to hurt Luz’s feelings with this, though.” Vee sighed.

“Luz’s feelings aren’t yours to worry about; all this is just between you and Camila. Besides, I think Luz would understand more than you give her credit for. Even if she grew to like Lilith, if she knew exactly what Lilith did to you, she would understand.”

“Mom told me that Lilith tried to kill Luz once, but Luz still forgave her. I wish I could do that, but I can’t.”

“Someday maybe or maybe not; you’re entitled to how you feel. Talk to Camila about it and to Luz when you’re ready for that, okay?”

Vee nodded.

“I promise I’ll talk to mom when she comes back, but I can’t promise I’ll talk to Luz about it for a while.”

“Good enough,” Masha said. They pulled one of their hands back and patted the bed next to them. Vee stood and then sat on the bed next to them. Masha pulled them up close and Vee put her head on Masha’s shoulder. Masha kissed Vee’s forehead and when Vee lifted her head they kissed her gently on the lips, too.

“So, you kinda spilled to my mom that we’re going to be dating,” Masha said.

“Oops,” Vee said, laughing. Masha liked the way Vee shook next to her.

“Nah, I was going to tell her at dinner anyway, so no biggie.”

“Thanks for being my friend; my enby-friend,” Vee said, still getting used to the thought.

Vee lifted her head, sniffing.

“Yum, garlic bread and spaghetti.”

“Your sense of smell’s better than mine, I guess,” Masha said.

“Basilisks have excellent senses of smell,” Vee agreed.

“Oh God, should I shower more?” Masha laughed.

“No, you don’t smell bad.” Vee sniffed Masha’s hair. “You smell fantastic, like after it rains and everything is fresh and also like crushed rosemary and anise.”

“Um, thanks,” Masha blushed furiously and laughed nervously.

“No, that’s good,” Vee said.

They heard steps in the hallway, deliberately loud, then a knock at the door.

“Dinner’s ready if you’re both ready.” Masha’s mom said from behind the door.

Masha looked at Vee questioningly and Vee nodded.

They both stood at the same time, and laughed as they mirrored each other. They walked to the door hand in hand and Masha opened it.

Vee stepped forward and hugged Masha’s mom, who returned it awkwardly until Masha joined in.

“Thank you for letting me stay here, Masha’s the best friend I’ve ever had and I know they’ll be the best enby-friend, too.”

“Yeah, they’re kinda great,” Masha’s mom said and they broke the embrace.

They all went off to eat good food with Vee’s cookies for dessert.

The next day Camila came to pick Vee up. Vee was relieved to see she hadn’t brought Luz.

When they got to the car and had closed the door, Vee spoke.

“Mom, I’ve got a lot to tell you about why I don’t like Lilith, but I have good news, too.”

Camila paused, her keys halfway to the ignition.

“Oh?” she asked.

“Masha and I are dating now officially. You know they’re non-binary and they’d prefer to be called my ‘enby-friend’.”

Camila’s giant smile split her face.

“They seem to be good for you,” she said as she hugged Vee. Vee returned the hug.

“When we get home, I’ll tell you about Lilith,” Vee whispered. Camila nodded, broke the hug, started the car and they drove off together.

“No matter what, cariňo , you’ll always have a place here and I love you. Luz does too.”

“Thanks mom,” Vee said and watched as the sun came out from behind the gray clouds. A moment later the rain stopped. Vee rolled down her window and they both enjoyed the fresh, cold air. It reminded Vee of Masha’s hair and she blushed.

#masha x vee #owl house fanfiction #alternate universe #vee noceda #camila noceda #luz noceda #masha #torture #lilith clawthorne

[justthehiddleswrites]

Then Don’t | Adam x Female Reader

A/N: Two stories in one week!!!  Holy hell who am I???  Another request, this one was from @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay​ And here was the request:  I would LOVE some Adam. Maybe him being his usual grumpy self when waking up and dragging his butt out of bed because he's missing his partner and when he finds her (maybe lounging on the sofa or doing some work) he kind of just drapes over her and demands attention and snuggles like the grumpy baby he is? Just, something fluffy and sweet.

Pairing: Adam x Female Reader

Summary: You have been busy trying to get a commissioned piece done by the deadline, which leaves Adam wanting.

Warnings: maybe a couple of curse words, implied smut.

THANK YOU FOR READING AND YOUR SUPPORT!  TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED!

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You knew better than to wear headphones when you worked at home. It was already hard enough to hear Adam walking around in the still silence of the dilapidated home on the edge of New Orleans the two of you shared. With headphones on, your chance of catching him before he draped his impossibly heavy body over you was down to slim to none. 

Adam woke just after dusk that night and instinctually reached for your side of the bed. You usually made a point to stop working before he woke, so you could both cuddle in the bed before Adam got up for the night to feed, write music, or tinker with whatever was building for the moment. But this commission piece deadline was the end of the week and you still need to finish coloring the piece. So you popped on one of your favorite playlists and got to work until well past quitting time. 

“No…” Adam groaned when his hand hit mattress rather than the soft form of your body. He opened one eye, squinting against the fading light through the curtains. “Fuck.” 

With much emotional but little physical effort, Adam tugged on his ancient dressing robe and headed out of the bedroom in his bare feet. By some miracle or keen vampire sense, he does not step on a single piece of wire, sheet music or other detritus on the floor. His eyes darted around the first floor when he spies the warm ambient light from your studio door. 

As you set your Copic marker back into its spot and reached for your blender, heavy arms wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Hmmmnnh.” Adam grumbled into the back of your head, leaning heavy against you. So much so you struggled to remain upright.

“Adam. It’s hard to breathe.” you chuckled.

“Then don’t.” His voice muffled against your hair.

“Well, that only works one time.” You twisted to pull away from him and he caught his body as he tumbled forward without you there to support its weight. “Have you fed yet?”

“No.”

“Go feed.”

“No.”

Your brow raised in an expression Adam knew too well. “Excuse me? I don’t appreciate your tone.”

Adam rolled his eyes and turned away. “I’m going. And there was no tone.” 

He disappeared down the hall, but you still yelled after him. “THERE WAS TONE!” 

Adam headed into the small bedroom on the ground floor. Inside was a small fridge where he kept his supply. After moving in and watching him feed twice, you promptly banished him to this room. Under the guise it made you faint. When he emerged, your studio light was off. He could smell something cooking in the oven. Some casserole. He headed to the living room. 

Amid the two different amps, a guitar being restrung and several notebooks filled with Adam’s unintelligible writing, you settled onto the threadbare dark blue velveteen sofa in the middle of the room. You closed your eyes and listened to the hum of the ceiling fan as it moved the cool evening air to stave off the humidity with little success. You dozed off just as Adam flopped on top of you. A heap of muscle. Heavy muscle. 

“Oof. Get off of me, Adam!” You playfully shoved at his shoulder. “I can’t move!” 

“Good.” Adam grumbled. “So you are my prisoner.”

You struggled underneath him for a while, arms and legs kicking. With a sigh, Adam rolled off of you towards the back of the sofa onto his side. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight. His nose ran along your neck and you swore he is purring against you. 

“You are so needy today, babe. What gives?” You enjoyed the attention from him and burrowed against him, wiggling your ass. 

“I missed you.” He dragged his fangs down the curve where your neck and shoulders met and you shivered in response.

You chuckled. “You missed me? I’ve been right here. For months, Adam. We don’t go anywhere at night. I run my errands and work during the day. So what—”

“No, you don’t. I miss you.” He nibbled on your shoulder. “You have been working later in the night. You sneak off. I miss you.” 

Your brow furrowed. “I thought I was being discrete, babe.”

Adam huffed, but said nothing. His hand ran down your side to light on your hip. He noticed everything, even when he said nothing about it. When you are unhappy about certain pieces, when a certain marker runs low on ink, when you slightly burned your dinner. 

You reached out to turn his face towards you by his chin. “I’m here now. For you. What do you need?” Your eyes stared into his, looking at their unnatural color, seeing the hurt and love behind them. 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“Then don’t.” You cupped his face.

Without sound, Adam rolled you onto your back and caged you against the cushions. His nose nudged against yours as his lips pecked. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his shoulders. As the breath left your lips, he caught you in a heated kiss. You moaned against him, hungry to taste him. 

With a nip at your lips, Adam wrapped his arm around you and effortlessly pulled both you and him to a sitting position. Your legs splayed on either sides of his hips. You threaded your hands into his dark, wild locks tugging on them as you pressed against his bare chest.

“I wish we were upstairs but I don’t want to walk up the stairs.” You murmured against Adam’s neck as you kissed the pale, near luminescent skin, watching as the dark marks fade as quickly as they appear.

“Then don’t.” Adam growled in your ear. He gripped you tight and stood, walking towards the stairs.

“ADAM! Put me down!” You clung to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your body pressed tight against him. 

“No.” He made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“But my dinner! The timer… Adam… please.”

With an exasperated sigh and eye roll you didn’t see as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, he turned and swiftly made his way to the kitchen. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the oven.

“Solved.” And without another word, he marched upstairs with you giggling and screeching. 

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[just-the-hiddles]

Few Words | Adam x Reader

A/N: My last little smut drabble.  And of course I end on my man, Adam.  

Pairing: Adam x Female Reader

Summary:  Adam needs you.  All of you.

Warnings:  Smut, sex, mentions of biting and blood.  

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“Baby?” Adam called out from the sofa to the study down the hall where you were working. His tone soft and unassuming. You knew what that meant.

“Just one a moment darling and I’ll be there.” you responded, picking up your pace. Adam wouldn’t stop badgering you until you came in there. You found it in your own best interests to get things done quickly.

Another five minutes passed, and another call from Adam. You sighed as you shut your laptop and switched off the light. It was dark in the living room. Adam sprawled his long body between the sofa and the coffee table. You stepped over the crumpled up pieces of paper and stand on the other side of the table, hands on hips.

“What is going on, Adam?” Your shoulders slumped, seeing his sad eyes staring at you. “What’s wrong?”

He shifted his weight, wiggling his butt against the sofa. “I need you.” His eyes shot down. “It’s too quiet. And too loud.” You understood what he meant. Centuries of living has the tendency to make your inner voices more opinionated and boisterous than the average human.

“Need or want?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. You moved around the table and sat next to him.

Adam’s nose nudged along your cheek before he buried his face into your neck. “Both.” His voice muffled against your skin.

His fangs scraped along your neck. You twisted to the side to find his empty glass.

“All of you.” Adam sucked hard on your neck, leaving a dark mark.

You silently pushed his shirt off his shoulders. The two of you rose and undressed each other. A silent dance without only the hum of Adam’s amp to punctuate your movements. It was not the first time he had gotten in one of these moods. His lips kissing as he exposed your skin, shedding your layers of clothes since Adam didn’t see the point of central heating.

Before long, the two of you laid bare before each other. You laid down on your back, head propped up on the sofa. Adam crawled onto of you. You moaned at the heavy weight against you, his erection teasing along your wet folds.

“Now.” Adam growled as he pushed inside you, slow.

“Yes!” you groaned as he bottomed out. Your legs fell open to accommodate his hips pressed against you.

Adam laid there buried inside of you, holding still. He savored these moments. The feeling of you enveloping him. The smell of your perfume. Your heart beating fast against his chest. In those moments, he felt… well… almost alive.

After a while, you whimpered, and he rocked his hips into you. The sofa creaked as he thrusted. His strokes long and languid, hitting all the right spots inside of you. He grunted as he pushed one of your legs onto the back of the sofa, opening you up even more.

Your fingers weaved into his hair as your release drew near. Adam sensed it and sped up.

“Come.” he commanded with a low guttural growl.

You came with a scream, breaking the silence in the room. Your walls squeezed around Adam’s shaft and he gasped for air as his own release drew near. He buried his face into your neck, his lips finding the scar. And as he spilled into you, he bit down, tasting you, drinking in how sweet you always tasted after making love.

You gasped and writhed as he drank and drank. You soon grew lightheaded and he released from you with a soft, wet pop. His body slumped against yours.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and slowly swayed in the embrace. Your breathing turned to normal as your afterglow faded into the shadows.

Adam sighed and placed his head on your chest, listening to your heart.

“Better.” he whispered.

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[sserpente]

Condolescence (Chapter IXX)

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x OFC Language: English Rating: M

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Not even in the slightest was the Palmer Park as famous as the usual sight-seeing spots tourists stormed to in Detroit and especially at this time of the day, with the sun long gone and the moonlight mildly illuminating the soil path before them, a heavy layer of peace and quiet had covered the spot of nature in a soft blanket, clutching it frantically.

Tal leaned in closer to Adam, taking in the scent of his black leather jacket. He had put on his gloves, an arm wrapped firmly but gently around her waist as he pressed a tender kiss on her forehead and stroked her hips.

Compared to him she could barely see her own feet before her, let alone her surroundings and yet, she revelled in the beauty of the night. The shapes of trees and bushes, invisible flowers, usually bright with colours, swallowed by the vast darkness… a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“It’s so beautiful out here…”

“Yeah,” Adam murmured quietly.  “I used to come here a lot after Eve died. When the wind rustled through the leaves, I thought I would hear her voice. Now I hear her in my head. It’s like her soul never really left me.”

Perhaps she should be scared away by such a confession. Learning that Adam still mourned his dead wife, an immortal woman he had spent so many centuries with but strangely… she wasn’t. She understood Eve would forever be a part of him. There was no jealousy, not like there had been for Ava before she had introduced herself as Eve’s sister.

“What does she say?” Tal whispered, nuzzling in even closer to him.

“She encouraged me. To keep going, to accept that I fell in love with you, Tal… to tur—“ He paused, pressing his thin lips together.

Tal looked up, attempting to make out his blue eyes in the darkness. Her own eyes widened but her surroundings remained utterly dark. She could barely hear him breathing, yet she noticed he was tensing.

Eve encouraged him to turn her? What was stopping him then when even his dead wife wanted him to embrace this new love to keep for the rest of eternity? She wouldn’t ream. Instead, she sucked in a deep breath and gave him a tight hug to express her understanding.

Adam sighed. “Perhaps I should,” he suddenly said, breaking the comforting silence once more. “Perhaps I’m just too selfish to do it.”

“Adam, I won’t force you. I won’t even speak of it again if you don’t want me to. I can feel how much this is bothering you and I’m sorry to be the one who caused that. I can wait. As long as I can stay with you, I can wait.”

“I love you.” He muttered quietly in response.

“I love you too, Adam.”

They spent two more hours just walking through the park silently, bathing in each other’s presence and enjoying each other’s company right until Tal was freezing from the cold which was clutching at her limbs like merciless claws.

It was nice not to talk, nice to understand each other without any words. The sexual tension, the passionate friction between them, it was tangible when they got in the car and drove back to Adam’s house.

The lights were all out when they arrived, with no music or another person’s presence welcoming them home.

“Where’s Ava?”

“Gone for good, I hope.”

Truth was, Adam didn’t want to worry her. Ava had never cared about taking life to still her hunger, it was likely she was out dancing with strangers only to lure them into an abandoned, dimly lit alley to suck all blood out of their bodies.

He shivered when he imagined it, hoping for Tal’s sake she would return sated.

“I’ll make myself something to eat, I’m rather hungry.” Tal stated with a shy smile, letting go of Adam’s hand rather reluctantly.

“Alright. I’ll prepare you a bath so you can warm up.”

“Thank you.”

Contently, she strolled over into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She would have to go shopping soon again. Tal still hated asking Adam for money but if he noticed there was no more food for her in the house, he would throw a tantrum and scold her anyway. She might as well mention it. Perhaps in the bathtub, where he would hopefully join her? No… if he did so, they would be doing something entirely different. Tal didn’t even care the water would mix with her blood.

She pressed her legs together when she imagined it, wetness pooling in her panties within seconds.

She screamed when she closed the fridge again. Ava was leaning against the wall, her blonde hair frizzy and wild as if she’d spent an adventurous night.

She was grinning when Tal locked eyes with her with raised eyebrows. “Hey…”

“Hi. Bet your night wasn’t even half as fun as mine was.”

“That depends.” The question as to whether she killed anyone lay heavy on her tongue, yet the words wouldn’t come. Don’t provoke her.

“Did Adam get some more blood by any chance?”

“No… I mean, you drank everything, he was pretty pissed about it.” Anger boiled in Tal’s stomach. Ava had seemed likable at first, she’d liked her cheerful nature and now… ever since Adam had warned her about her, she was suspicious. She knew not to judge people by other people’s opinions but Ava… Ava was a murderer. A ruthless vampire who would, so she was sure, not hesitate to kill her.

“Ugh, come on. Can’t you let me take a sip from you then? Just one! I promise I’m gentle! I mean you already know what it feels like.” She flinched when her eyes turned to the familiar golden and brown colour she had come to adore so much when Adam fed on her. Her canines pushed against her lower lip, a silent hiss underlining her change of appearance. This was different… this was… terrifying.

“No, Ava.” Tal spat, backing away with trembling limbs. “Didn’t you feed earlier? I mean, you went out as well, didn’t you?” She tried hard to stop her voice from shaking. Vampires could sense fear and anxiety, that she was very well aware of.

“No… those boys were all so ugly. LA is so much more exciting, seriously.”

“Adam… Adam! Adam, help me!” She shrieked, panicking. When Adam drank from her, it was… intimate. It was something only the two of them shared, the gift she made him fuelling his life, giving him something of her to taste that no other man ever had. If Ava were to take it now… forcefully and without her consent…

“Tal, get in the bathroom.” Relief flooded her veins when she heard his voice behind her. Stern, intimidating and wrathful, it thundered through the old kitchen. Tal obeyed immediately. Rushing past Adam to lock herself in the room he had come from, she pressed her ear against the cool wood, listening to what happened outside. Her heart was still pounding like a steam hammer, the rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins like poison.

“I warned you, Ava, I warned you to get the fuck out of my house.”

“You’re so boring, seriously. Will you ever change?  Now that Eve is gone, I would have expected you to become a little more like you were before you knew her.”

“I only ever tolerated you because of her! I fucking hate you, Ava! The only way I want to see you is shoved in a coffin with a wooden stick through your fucking cold heart!”

Silence. For an awful short moment, there was nothing but silence.

“Where’s your sense of bloodlust gone, huh?” She replied darkly. Her voice was shaking, her eyes glistening with disappointment and actual hurt. She wouldn’t let him see, yet both Adam and Tal could hear it. “You know what, maybe I should turn your beloved new girlfriend. I’d love to see her struggle with being a blood-sucking monster like you do. I’d like to see you struggling trying to help her and then losing her!”

Adam flinched, hesitating to answer.

“Oh my God, you have thought of turning her, haven’t you? You are in love with her! Fucking shit, she’s not your pet, you’re in love with her! Come on, Adam, let’s make her one of us right now. If you don’t want to share her with me—it makes sense now, really, you’ve always been a selfish prick—then what’s the point of keeping her around? She’ll die anyway eventually!”

“Don’t you fucking go near her!”

The sound that reached Tal’s ears from behind the bathroom door resembled a light breeze of the wind, right before someone started rattling at the door as if their life depended on it.

“Open up, Tallulah, I got a present for you!” Ava chirped in a singing voice. She was strong. Petite and childish but strong.

“Have you gone mad?!” Tal screamed when she kicked open the door, breaking a hole into it. Dust and splinters of wood sliced through the air, causing her to lose orientation for a moment. The shock was prominent on her face when she slipped on the moist tiles on the floor and hit her elbow on the edge of the bathtub.

Adam stormed in right after, towering over her helpless form like a tiger when Ava darted forward to reach for her, her fangs sharp and ready to kill.

How could this have gotten out of hand so quickly? She had seemed so nice, so cheerful and happy… was this what being a vampire really meant? Turning into a wrathful beast with no emotion and morals when hunger called and lured?

No… no, Adam had been drinking from her for so long now and not once had he lost control. He was different. He was good. No. She should be thankful.

Clutching at her aching elbow, she stared up at the vampires in pure terror, watching how they growled like wild animals. Too fast for the human eye, they moved, fighting, punching and biting until they were out of sight, so merely the sounds of breaking furniture, shattering glass and the dull thuds of feet stomping on the carpets reminded of their restless presence.

“I won’t let you fucking touch her,” Adam spat through gritted teeth, his eyes dark golden, his canines ready to strike. Ava let out a court but scornful laugh. “We’ll see about that. You were always more fun where there were three of us. How could you even say those things? You are my family!”

“You never were, Ava! You never were, look at you! All you do is destroy and kill and ruin everything I work for so hard!”

For just a brief second, he hesitated. Would Eve want this? Them fighting? Them tearing each other apart? Adam was ready to kill her. For all she had done in the past and especially for trying to hurt Tallulah. It was where it ended, where she tripped over the bold red line he had drawn. If something happened to this mortal woman hiding in his bathroom… he would lose himself and finally join Eve wherever she had gone.

“I’m trying to help you! I’m trying to make your miserable life a little better and you hate me for it! You hate me for it!” Frantic sobs escaped her lips as they kept sparring uncontrollably, one trying to off the other like nothing else mattered. In the moment, it didn’t. They tumbled into the kitchen without realising, knocking over the table and the wooden chairs. The legs screeched over the tiles, sending ice cold shivers up and down Tal’s spine as she hugged her knees and began rocking back and forth, praying for this to be a terrible nightmare.

If something happened to Adam… she was sure to lose herself and finally join her family wherever they had gone.

“I’ll give you a reason to hate me, Adam. I’ll fucking kill her for you!”

One second of awful, painstaking and heart-breaking silence passed. The cracking of wood echoed through the house, then the sound of a body colliding with the ground. She couldn’t see it—but she could hear it. The blood, how it splashed, how it stained the remnants of the chair and the bright tiles on the kitchen floor.

Tal’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in shock.

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A Grumpy Vampire and His Room | An Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) one-shot

This is one quick fic I wrote, more like a spur-of-the-moment thing. And this is a birthday gift for one of my closest internet friends, Puck! Happy birthday, Puck!!! @loki-yoursaviourishere

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Adam was colder than ever.

Physically, yes, he’s cold, given the fact that your boyfriend is more than a hundred-year-old vampire. Hell, he might even be a thousand years old, who knows? Only him. But the point is, he wasn’t your sweet, lovey-dovey boy nowadays. He felt...distant, and it was bothering you.

“Adam?” You popped your head on the door frame of his workroom outside his castle-esque house.

“Yes?” His reply was hollow. He didn’t even look at you. He continued tinkering on whatever he was tinkering on the table that was solely lit by a yellow-orange light.

The hollowness in his voice hit you like a bucket of ice water. “I was just wondering if you’ll join me in the living room?” You pushed the door open and let yourself in. “I kinda miss you-”

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That scene in Only Lovers Left Alive where Adam drinks the blood and he just kind of tilts his head back and looks really satisfied? Imagine giving him a blowjob while he eats(?feeds?) and he cums(faster than he usually does). He then proceeds to fuck you on that couch right after his blood and orgasm high-🍒

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His head falls back, the really good stuff rushing his arousal all the more as you take him deep into your mouth, hum over his length. Breath Adam doesn’t have catches as he comes, swelling and then shrinking between your lips.

You let him out with a slurp, stand over him with a smile

“Come here…” He hums the words, pulling you fast on him.

Still hard from the feed he stretches you beautifully on the impale, lips trembling in your moan. You lean forward, into him, and let his hands control your hips. Lift you up, drop you down, over and over until sex drips and legs shake. “Ah-Ah-” You try to get his name out, but each time he fills you, you lose breath.

Adam growls, one hand grabbing your neck, putting it to mouth. He can smell you, all of you. Blood. Sex. Desire. Life. Cock twitches its longing once again.

“Ye-Yes…” You clench and twist wild hair in your fingers, cunt fluttering its want over his length.

He bites, swells.

You cry, clench.

He comes in a bite.

You come in a flood.

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It’s Just a Pumpkin | Adam x Charlie

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

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

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

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

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“No.”

“But it is just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hall of Mirrors | Adam x Female Reader

A/N:  This was based on an anon request:  Ooooh, what about something with an insecure reader and Adam, where he makes love to her in a house of mirrors, but since he have no reflection, all she can see is herself? Love your work, thank you.   I took a few liberties.  

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x Female Reader

Summary:  Since the King’s previous mistress passed away, all the ladies of the court have been hoping to catch the eye of King Louis XV, yourself included.  You are dressed for the grand ball at the Versailles palace.  You catch the eye of someone, but not the king.

Warnings: smut (semi-public sex), blood, cursing

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The crowd crushed against you. Thousands turned out that evening for the Yew Tree Ball. Nobles to members of courts to influential thinkers to the common folk were pressing against each other in the hall and outside. You spied another woman across the packed room dressed as a Roman goddess. You vaguely remembered her name as Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, having seen her in court a few times and around the salons. But you needed to focus on why you were here tonight. To catch the eye of the king. It was no secret now that Madame de Châteauroux passed away; the King was hunting for a new mistress. And while the official reason for the ball was the marriage of the Dauphin to Infanta Maria Theresa of Spain, you suspected an ulterior motive. You fiddled with the pearls adorning your gown and adjusted the neckline.

The doors opened and people flooded into the hall, crushing and pressing against each other. The Palace at Versailles was a sight to behold, the Hall of Mirrors in particular. A true testament to the wealth and prosperity of the King and of France. You circled the hall, making polite conversation with members of the court and a few friends. Although there were fishes and other food set out, you were too nervous to eat.

All the heads snapped to one end as the doors opened. Your heart soared, hoping the king would make an appearance. However, it was only the Queen and the Dauphin with his new bride. Murmurs flitted through the room. Where is the king they asked? The doors opened again and six men dressed as yew trees came out and flitted amongst the court. One of them worked his way to Jeanne as the others made their way to other young ladies of the court.

“The actual moon pales in comparison to your beauty.” A deep baritone growled behind you.

You spun to find one of the yew trees towering over you. You curtsied out of habit. “Apologies, you are…” you glanced up for a clue as to this mystery man.

“Titles. Unimportant, my dear Selene.” His arms wrapped around your waist to twirl you into a dance. “Let us dance.”

The masked man moved with grace in time with the music, as though it was a part of him, a part of his body and mind. After about three or four dances, you tired and made your way to fetch a drink. He followed you to the table, but didn’t drink or eat anything.

“Are you hungry, sir?” you inquired, popping a piece of fruit into your mouth.

“Later.” He brushed you off. “Shall we dance some more?”

You gazed over at the crowded floor and then back at your companion, not ready to share him. “Perhaps we could find somewhere to talk?” The man smiled, although it seemed to pain him to show any modicum of happiness.

“I see a dark corner over there. Shall we retire?” His hand already on the small of your back and guiding you in that direction.

“Lead the way, my wooded man.”

Soon your back was flat against the mirrors with your tree leaning over you. His hand pressed against the wall by your shoulder. You giggled.

“I know you are not the King, sir. Tell me your name.” you pleaded. The man’s lips pulled tight. “Please.”

He leaned in close to your ear. The leaves of his costume against your cheek. “You may call me Adam.”

“As in the first man?” Your head growing fuzzy with the wine and the people and most of all, Adam. “Do you have a last name?” you flirted, your finger tracing the sharp line of his jaw.

“Sangsue.”

“A rather unusual name. I don’t think I have seen you in court much.”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t get out much during the day. But I believe I have seen you at some of the salons and evening events.” He ran a hand along your sleeve. “Do you enjoy the salons and the discussions?”

Your eyes lit up. “Very much so. Voltaire in particular. Such a free thinker.”

Adam scoffed. “Hardly. I strongly disagree with his idea of Shakespeare as a barbarian.” His light blue eyes flashing.

“I don’t know much about Shakespeare.” you admitted.

“I shall teach you about his works.” He leaned in and licked his lips. “Another time.” His hand moved from the wall to your waist, his long fingers pulling the material of your skirt up. “I wish to learn every inch of your body.”

“Here, sir?” Your eyes darted around the room. Everyone swirled around the room. “Someone may hear or see.”

Adam pivoted the two of you so his back was flat against the wall, you pressed against. His arousal hard against your backside. “Then I suggest you be discrete.”

He rucked your skirt up in the back, the voluminous skirt preserving your modesty. You noticed him loosening his trousers.

“Sir…” You gripped his thighs and leaned against him.

Adam nipped behind your ear. “You shall be mine. In every way.”

Your eyes focused on the mirrored wall in front of you. You gasped. There was no sign of Adam behind. His nails dug into your ribs through your dress. He lined himself up and plunged into you.

“I am the monster of your nightmares.” He growled into your ear. His hips snapped against you. “But in the end, you won’t care.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan. You ground against him. Adam’s cock hit that sweet spot. You reached behind you and gripped Adam’s thighs. He tilted you forward and continued to thrust into you. You could hear his grunts behind you and you sensed he was close.

“Adam…. please…” you moaned, your coil growing tight inside of your core. “I…”

His hand slipped under your skirt from behind to find your bundle of nerves. “Allow me to assist.” He pressed against you. You moaned.

“Sh… my love. You will draw attention.” His nose nudged along your neck. “And I have not yet sated my hunger.”

He snapped against you and you came undone around him. You moaned through parted lips. As you clenched around Adam’s shaft. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of your neck.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you slumped into Adam’s arms. He fed upon your blood, sucking against your neck. His lips left a dark mark.

Two more thrusts and Adam came inside you. He leaned against the wall. The tip of his tongue licked errant drops of blood from your neck before they marred your dress.

He replaced your skirts, smoothing down the fabric. Adam kissed the unmarked side of your neck before turning your head to catch your lips with his.

“I shall seek you out again, my love.” His tongue slipped into your mouth. It tasted of metal. “When my hunger returns.”

You nodded weakly. “How will you…”

“I shall find you. Until then…” He grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to it. As Adam smiled and you caught a hint of his fangs, tinged with your blood.

And then he disappeared into the crowd. Lightheaded from not only the blood loss but recent activities, you braced yourself against the wall.

“Madame!” A woman rushed to your side. “You are hurt!”

You reached to your neck and your finger came back smeared with blood.

“It is nothing.” You attempted to step away but stumbled.

The woman helped you to a nearby chair.

“You must take care.”

“Thank you. I don’t know what happened.”

The woman clicked her tongue at you. “If you are not careful, you might seriously get hurt.”

You smiled up at the pale blonde woman, clasping her hand in yours. “I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.”

She smiled down and leaned down into your ear. “We can’t have you expiring before Adam has had his fill, darling. Or at least until I have a taste as well.”

Your eyes widened as you spied her fangs and unnatural light eyes. She gripped you tight.

“I don’t believe we have been formally introduced? The name is Eve.”

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Condolescence (Chapter XVII)

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x OFC Language: English Rating: M

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“What?!” Adam pulled away. He narrowed his eyes, the mesmerising blue in them sparkling with fear, anguish and… was it rage? Tal’s voice shuddered when she continued.

“I want you to turn me. Make me a vampire. Adam, I know that eventually, I will grow old and undesirable and I will die.”

“Tal, stop…” He closed his eyes, fighting for composure. He still had her sitting in his lap, crossing her fingers behind his neck and gently forcing him to look at her.

“I love you and you said you love me. Let me stay with you forever. What’s left for me here? I’m homeless, I don’t have a job, my ex-boyfriend almost got me killed… There is nobody I could lose if I choose this. Let us travel the world together, Adam, let us find sustenance somewhere else. And we can always come back here if you want.”

“Tal…” Of course he wanted to. Having her stay with him forever sounded like witnessing the sunrise again, appreciating every ounce of colour, every inch of light creeping towards his dark form… but he would curse her, damn her to an existence that promised nothing but fear, loneliness and pain.

Her eyes were wet with tears, she could practically hear him thinking about her dangerous suggestion, a choice that if once made, could never be undone and she knew, he had already decided.

Adam could not bear doing this to the woman he had fallen for. Eve had already been a vampire when he met her, young, free and accepting of her hazardous nature that required to kill, blood and to take innocent lives.

We have both chosen to live differently, Adam. You can teach her to do the same. She will be like you. Let her be with you. You want it! For the first time, Eve’s voice sounded like piercing needles boring through his skull and tormenting his brain.

Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed the human girl off of him and set her on the bed before getting up and burying his face in his hands.

“No,” he murmured, barely audible. Tal let out a sob. “I can’t. You… you are too precious… too… I cannot make you a monster like me.”

“A monster? You think you’re a monster?” Her lips parted, shock and confusion present on her face as she shifted, her tears flowing freely now. He hated how they stained her perfect cheeks, reddening her beige eyes. Nothing but lust, love, happiness and desire should ever reflect in them and it physically ached him to know he was the reason for her grief.

If he turned her… would she be unhappy? She was, for all he knew, very well aware she could never again walk in the sunlight or enjoy a warm day on the beach, have a delicious meal in a restaurant or stay in one place for too long.

“Adam, stop pondering over this so much. I love you! And I choose this. I choose you! You’re not a monster, you’re not a bad person, you are my… my saviour! When you took me in, I was a picture of misery and you… you gave me hope again. How could this be wrong? You can’t scare me anymore.” She cried out in between a couple of heart-breaking sobs.

The vampire resisted the urge to rush forward and pull her into his arms until she stopped crying, weighing her in his arms and let her forget for just a moment that nothing but his comfort existed.

He was being selfish. He couldn’t live with the guilt if he turned her, forcing her to become this feared and frightening creature of the night but if he did… he would be selfish for locking her to him forever, even if she had been the one to suggest this atrocity in the first place.

He almost scoffed at the thought. Only weeks ago, he had cursed those zombies, belittling them for depraving their own planet, their food, their own blood and now, all he could think of was how Tal would be affected by all of this.

He had depraved her. By feeding on her, by sleeping with her… and now, by rising her wish to become like him.

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much it fucking hurts but you can’t make me do this to you! Tal, you’re so petite, so…”

“Do you honestly think I couldn’t deal with it?! I want to be with you! I know I can do it! I’m not weak!” She bellowed, clenching her fists. Fuck, she looked sexy when she was angry too. Her cheeks reddened, her hair wild and her beige eyes sparkling with hot emotion.

Adam tore his gaze away before he would pounce on her like a lion in heat, making love to her—no, fucking her into the mattress and feeding on her until she forgot her own name. Until she forgot she wanted to become a blood-sucking monster.

“Adam.” She said. She could read him too well. She knew he was getting carried away, lost in thought, dreaming of something he couldn’t have—not right now. He was tormenting himself and he did so happily. Tal wanted to break him free of that curse, show him that his existence, being a vampire and taking life to live forever could be more than torture and endless loneliness.

“Please. Don’t you…” She swallowed thickly, her lips parting anxiously. She hadn’t thought about it before. What if the reason he didn’t want to turn her was… “Don’t you… I mean, want to be with me? Am I just… temporary? Not worth it?”

“Don’t you fucking say that ever again. You’re too fucking good for me. I’ll deprave you even further if I turn you into a blood-sucking monster, I don’t want that for you! What if something happens to me, Tallulah? What if you end up alone? You’ll be cursing your existence and you’ll be suffering from the loneliness that comes with it and trust me, it will come.” He hissed, giving in to his anger now himself. He would in fact lunge on her if they continued this conversation.

“Why are you being so pessimistic? Adam, I love you! I. Love. You. I am taking whatever risks come with me becoming a vampire willingly, you can’t make me stay away from you!”

The vampire sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t want you to stay away from me.”

“Then where do you think will this go on the long term?”

The ring on the doorbell interrupted their heated argument. Dense like used up oxygen, it settled on the carpet, ready to float again as soon as the unwanted visitor had gone again.

“Who is that?” Tal asked, her voice shaking. Adam only gave her a thoughtful look before bolting downstairs to send away whoever had found his home again, causing her to clumsily get back on her feet herself to wait by the stairs, leaning against the railing to listen.

“Adam! Oh, I missed you so much!” The young blonde woman throwing herself into his arms when he opened the heavy door to let the moonlight enter the house, might as well rip her heart in two.

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One-Shot Requests

Okay, so I have two open series but want to write some shorter stuff in the meantime. So I’m opening up one-shot requests. I write for a few different characters (Loki Odinson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Sir Thomas Sharpe, Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive, and Elijah Mikaelson.) But right now, I think I’d want to focus on Bucky, Steve, Loki..... So, send in your requests!! I want to have some fun writing them!! But I will probably write some of my own ideas, too. 

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