WELCOME TO THE RISE OF A SUN/FALL OF A STAR VERSE

Hello, this Brianna ( @fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs ) here making a blog specifically designated for her harry potter alternate universe series that I’ve been working on since 2016! It’s called ‘RISE OF A SUN/FALL OF A STAR’ and it’s main/endgame pairing is a Neville Longbottom x OC but there’s background pairing such as:

Bellatrix Lestrange x Fem!OC

George Weasley x Male!OC

Remus Lupin x Fem!OC ( eventual Remus x Sirius x Fem!OC )

Fred Weasley x Fem!OC

Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort x Fem!OC ( it’s not a healthy relationship and it’s technically only mentioned in passing )

Nymphadora 'Nym’ Tonks x Fem!OC

Luna Lovegood x OC

Ginny Weasley x Fem!OC to Ginny x Neville x Fem!OC

( endgame hinny! )

Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas

Pansy Parkinson x Fem!OC

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

And there’s a few other background ships that have yet to even be hinted at yet.

The main book is called MAKE THEM GOLD it is set during Goblet of Fire, it’scompleted. Then there’s the direct sequel called NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY and that is almost completed but so far there’s only sixteen chapters published, the rest are in the drafts. There’s also a prequel that’s set in the same universe called WATCH ME WHILE I BLOOM but that’s on hold at the moment because of writer’s block.

This series can be read on AO3 which is my main platform but it’s also cross-posted on Fanfiction,Net & Wattpad. I will post the links to the series and books down below for you to check out.

THINGS TO NOTE BEFORE READING: this series contains triggering subject material so be sure to read the tags and the warnings at the beginning of the stories so you know what each story entails! These books are not beta read/proof read first so there is quite a lot of spelling mistakes I try my best to proofread each chapter before I publish them but sometimes mistakes slip past me, my eyes move faster than my brain a lot of time. I take constructive criticism but please be nice about it!

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WATCH ME WHILE I BLOOM ( prequel, on hold )

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Member: Suga (Min Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 4,252

*Admin Sinnabun*

Original Request: Can i request a suga one where the reader gets hurt while he’s in a show? Like the reader has to be taken to the hospital? And how he reacts?

“Good luck tonight! I hope you have a great show, as always <3” you typed, a smile crossing your face at the thought of your boyfriend hard at work on stage.

It was the second to last show of the tour and everyone was exhausted. You could hardly remember the last time you saw Yoongi so drained. Even when he was up late in his studio, he at least seemed refreshed in the morning, knowing he made progress. But now… Now he just seemed.. different; like he wasn’t always all there.

You were jolted out of your worried haze by your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Thanks love <3 I’ll be home soon, just wait for me. Be careful walking home tonight and call me so I know you made it home safe.”

You sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket, knowing you probably wouldn’t hear from him again tonight. You told yourself over and over again that he’d be home before you knew it, but before you knew it, you missed him all the same. Since the group was gaining popularity so quickly, almost every city on the tour had extra shows added at the last minute. The tour was supposed to have ended over a week ago. You missed Yoongi more than anything, but nevertheless, you were always unbelievably proud of him. Seeing how hard he worked for his fans and to be able to do what he loved all over the world made you love him even more.

You missed the way he’d groan whenever you wanted to go out instead of stay in and relax, or watching him brighten up after his first meal of the day. You even missed waking up to him still snoring and even his tendency to take up the entire bed.

Your head was clouded as you walked through the streets on your way home from work with Yoongi this, Yoongi that. Every so often you’d walk past a window or catch your reflection in a puddle and realize you’d been smiling at the mere thought of him. Even the tiniest things like when he’d yell for you to come see him in the studio so he could ask your opinion about his new tracks or just to have you sit on his lap while he worked, though the working never lasted long in those situations.

You took the same route home every day. Saw the same people, cars, vendors, even the same squirrel in the same tree every single day since the day you started your job. But today was special. Today, you knew that Yoongi would be home tomorrow.

As you walked, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining what it would be like to have him home again; to have him be there waiting for you after a long work day or to hear him running lyrics in the shower. He’d be home for a while this time. At least, longer than usual. The group was taking a break after this tour to relax and get ready for the next round of insanity.

You wanted to do something special for Yoongi when he got home tomorrow. Most of your walk was spent trying to think what he’d like the most. You knew him well enough to know that once he was home, he wasn’t going to want to go anywhere for the next few days, so planning dates was out. You could buy something to spice up his first night home, but then again, he’d been away for so long that “spicing up” probably wouldn’t be very necessary. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your own thoughts by the most amazing smell coming from a few streets over. Immediately you knew what you were going to do for Yoongi. His favorite bakery was just a few blocks off your normal route home from work and he always ranted and raved about how amazing their cakes were, so why not stop and pick him up one?

You headed towards the smell, excitement bubbling in your stomach. He’d be here tomorrow. Just a few more hours. You heard indistinct shouting as you stepped off the curb to cross the street, but were so absorbed in your own thoughts to care. A split second later, you heard nothing at all.

*************

Yoongi had you on his mind, as always. He put every ounce of effort he had into the show, knowing he could see you as soon as it was over, but for some reason, the staff still seemed uneasy. Whenever he was backstage, everyone avoided eye-contact with him and only spoke in hurried whispers to one another. As far as he could tell, the show was running as smoothly as ever, possibly even the best it had run the whole tour. So what was the problem?

During another member’s solo, he took a moment to rush over to their manager and ask what the hell was going on. Why was everyone so on-edge?

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. The show is running fine, people are just worried because it’s the last show of the tour. Come see me after the show.”

He tried to press for more information, but before he had the chance, he was called back out on stage. The whole show, something was bothering him. He felt like there was something people weren’t telling him; something important that he should know. The thought of you kept him going. Knowing the better he performed the prouder of him you’d be and the sooner he could come home to you helped him to put his mind at ease.

The show ran flawlessly from start to finish, with not a single thing out of place, which only put Yoongi more on-edge. Something wasn’t right; something important, and they weren’t telling him.

As soon as the curtain fell and the boys ran backstage, he pulled Namjoon aside.

“Did you notice anything weird during the show? Like people were nervous?”

Namjoon’s smile faded and he nodded.

“I noticed. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure they’d tell us if it was something important. If they’re not telling us, then there’s probably nothing we can do about it.” he reassured him.

“I don’t know, I feel like there’s something they don’t want us to find out about. Something’s up and I want to know what.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement and touched Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Then let’s go find out.”

The two of them turned and marched over to the tour manager, demanding an explanation.

He dismissed them with a wave of the hand and told them they’d talk about it after the photo session. A half-hearted smile played across his face, a thinly veiled attempt at distraction.

Yoongi huffed and stalked off to find his phone, knowing he should have a voicemail from you telling him that you made it home safe. Hearing your voice always calmed his nerves, even if it was just a recording. He rustled through his belongings to get to you, only to find his phone was missing. Panicked, he ran to their manager, asking if he knew where it went.

“I have it. I knew you’d be looking for it and I need you to be focused for at least another hour. You can have it back when the photos are done.”

Yoongi’s hands started to shake as the anger welled up inside him.

“Give me my phone. I’ve been expecting a call and it’s very important that I know I got it.”

The manager slipped Yoongi’s phone back in his pocket.

“You got lots of calls. I told them you were busy. I’ll tell you what they said later. Now go get ready for the fan photos or you won’t be getting it back at all.”

Furious, he clenched his fists in an effort to hold himself back, but upon feeling a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he relaxed, turning to see Namjoon and the rest at his back. They knew how important your call was to him. Checking his phone after a show for it was never a problem before tonight and everyone was starting to worry.

“The tour is over, so your services are no longer required.” Namjoon stated curtly, smiling ever so sweetly at the tour manager. “Oh, and you can return his personal property now or get reported for stealing.”

The manager stood there, dumbfounded, before smirking and assuring them that the tour wasn’t over until the fan photos were done.

Surprisingly, Jin quickly came to the rescue. “The tour is over when we say it’s over. We are the artists and we control our own time. The fan photos will go on as planned, but as we said, your services are no longer necessary. How do you think your bosses will like it when we tell them that you blackmailed us with our own property to do what you want? Or that you’ve neglected to tell us whatever it is that’s so obviously wrong that even the makeup noonas are worried?”

Everyone stood in shock at Jin’s sudden boldness. Sighing, the manager went to hand Yoongi his phone, pulling it away just before he was able to grab it.

“I’m going to give this to you, but only after you swear to me that you’ll handle the consequences.. Whether you like it or not, I’m still the tour manager. If anything goes wrong before you’re back in Seoul, it’s my ass on the line.”

Yoongi nodded and snatched the phone out of the manager’s hand, pushing his way through the other members and stalking away.

The others started to follow him, but Namjoon held out his arm to stop them. “Give him some space. Whatever’s going on he doesn’t need us all butting in. Let him come to us when he’s ready.”

Yoongi unlocked his phone and checked his notifications. Nothing. Nothing on his SNS, no new texts, everything was normal. He shook his head and ran his hands through his hair before pulling himself up and heading over to join the other members.

Everyone was quiet as Yoongi rejoined them. “So? What’s the big news?” Jimin finally asked.

Yoongi just shrugged. “I’m not sure. There were no notifications or anything, so I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.” He pushed the bad feelings from his head, chalking it up to having a bad tour manager who just had a problem with him.

The fan photos and hi-touch seemed to take forever. While he may have been able to calm his nerves after finally getting his phone back, Yoongi couldn’t push the thought of you from his mind. He was constantly thinking about you. He wondered what you were doing, if you missed him, what it would be like to see you again after so long, even things as simple as whether or not you had dinner and if you ate all of his kimchi again.

The rest of the tour activities flew by in a you fueled haze and before he knew it, he was in the van on the way back to the hotel. Usually the van was loud and made it hard to focus, but everyone had a long, stressful day, so hardly a word was said. Yoongi couldn’t wait any longer. He usually liked to wait until he was back at that hotel to call you, but something about today made his need to hear your voice that much stronger.

He pulled out his phone and clicked the phone icon. For some reason, his recent calls were completely full with at least ten from an unknown number and about the same number from you. His blood turned icy and his hands felt like lead. Something was definitely wrong. It took him a long while of staring at the screen and trying desperately to prepare himself mentally for whatever he was about to hear.

Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and knew immediately that something was up. He craned his neck to look over at the screen and saw the multitude of missed calls. Namjoon placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and asked him if he needed a minute. Yoongi nodded hesitantly as Namjoon asked the driver to pull into a nearby parking lot for a moment. By now the rest of the boys knew something was up and were preparing themselves to do whatever they could to help.

The driver pulled into a parking lot and parked, the boys all scrambling out of the back seats, leaving Yoongi alone in the van. They all assured him that whatever it was, they’d help him through it and closed the door.

Yoongi’s hands were trembling and his breath hitched as he dialed your number. With every ring, his heart rate increased, eventually getting to the point that he could feel a pain in his chest. It felt like it rang forever before someone finally picked up. Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel a wave of relief wash over him when the ringing finally stopped.

“Y/n! Y/n what’s going on is everything alright? I’m so sorry, the manager wouldn’t give me my phone after the show and he must have gone through and cleared my notifications so I didn’t even see your calls until just now. Are you okay?”

There was a moment of silence before a deep, husky voice came through the other end. “Is this Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi’s heart went from racing a mile a minute to stopped completely in that instant. Why would a man have y/n’s phone? “Yes this is Yoongi who the hell are you??” Every possible scenario ran through his mind. Had you been cheating on him? No, he thought. You’d never do that to him. Maybe kidnapped by insane fans? There wasn’t enough time for him to even think through all the possible scenarios before the voice came through again.

“My name is Dr. Kim and I’m the head of surgery at Seoul Municipal Hospital.”

Immediately tears sprung to his eyes. Hospital. That was the one word he was hoping not to hear. Something had happened and you had been hurt and he didn’t even know about it. You were hurt and he hadn’t been there to protect you.

“You were the emergency contact for a Ms. y/n, does that sound right?”

Yoongi rubbed his eyes and held his head in his hand. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend. What happened, is she okay?”

“Well, there’s good news and there’s some bad news. It’s up to you which one you want first.”

“Bad news. Give me the worst of it first.” He figured he’d need some good news afterwards just so he wouldn’t break down completely.

“Well, the bad news is, y/n was in a pretty severe accident. She was hit by a speeding driver as she crossed the street.”

Yoongi’s vision started to blur as tears stung at his eyes and he started to feel light headed. None of this would have happened if they hadn’t added extra shows and extended the tour. If only he had been home with you, he thought. Then he would have been able to protect you and this never would have happened.

Finally Yoongi composed himself enough to ask for the good news.

“Well, the good news is, she’s out of surgery and in recovery. She was pretty seriously injured, but she’ll pull through. The worst of it is over, now it’s just a long road of recovery ahead of her. Since you were the emergency contact, you should probably get here as soon as possible. It’ll be good for her to have a familiar face here when she wakes up.”

Yoongi wiped the tears from his face and tried to calm his nerves. You were okay, and that’s all that mattered. “I understand. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please, take good care of y/n… I don’t know what I’d do without her, I can’t lose her..” he pleaded.

“Of course. She’s not totally out of the woods yet, but we’re going to do everything in our power to make her better, please just trust us and get here as soon as you can.”

Yoongi hung up and held his head in his hands as he sobbed. He wasn’t sure if he was sad, or just angry with himself for not being there when you needed him. Just then, the van door slid open and the boys looked at him with eyes wide, no one daring to say a word.

Yoongi looked at them with determination in his gaze. “Get me to the airport. Now.”

*********

You felt warm. The only sensation you could recognize was warmth. Not a physical warmth, but the kind you feel in your chest when you see a loved one after a long time apart, or when you smell something that reminds you of a fond and distant memory. All you could think of was Yoongi’s smile beaming down at you as he watched you rubbing the sleep from your eyes, slanted rays of sun trickling in from between your bedroom curtains. You reached out to touch his face, only to find your hand passed right through it. His smile began to fade as you reached for him again, the image of him slipping farther and farther from your reach. The warmth in your chest began to fade to a dull ache, then a stabbing pain with each breath, a different kind of heat manifesting itself. The kind of searing heat you feel when you get a paper cut or have a bad sunburn. You gasped for air, but it felt as though someone had stretched a hundred rubber bands around your lungs, making it nearly impossible to draw breath.

You forced your eyes open if only for a moment, and all you could see was red and blue lights flashing over head. You heard shouting and frantic footsteps all around you. There must have been some kind of accident, you thought. You wanted to run. You wanted to be able to pick yourself up and get yourself out of there, but you couldn’t move. It wasn’t until you saw the crowd of people gathered around you and felt the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed to your chest that you realized what was happening. There had been an accident. You had been in an accident.

The man standing over you yelled something to his colleagues, then turned to face you again. He said something to you, but you didn’t know what it was. You weren’t even worried about yourself, at that point. All you could think was “Where is Yoongi?” Your mind raced with thoughts of your boyfriend. Where was he? How would he react when he found out you were hurt? Who would be there for him through it all? God forbid, even what he would do if you didn’t make it. Your worry faded away slowly along with your consciousness.

You slowly regained consciousness, one sense at a time what felt like only moments later. You regained feeling first. You felt a deep soreness all over your body. You felt like you hadn’t moved in god knows how long. You next noticed the pain in your chest and the annoyance of the wires and tubes taped and poked and secured all over your body. Next was smell. The air around you smelled sharp; like someone had used too many cleaning products in too small of a space. It was nothing like the place you thought you had just been. The air stung your nostrils and felt cold in your aching lungs. You noticed a light, rhythmic tapping that wouldn’t stop no matter how much you wished it would. Beeps and hisses and commotion somewhere far away.

You forced your eyes open just enough to see blindingly bright lights above you. After a few seconds, the light became bearable and you were able to open your eyes enough to see more clearly. You blinked the sleep from our eyes and looked around. Your hands had tubes and wires attached to them and your leg was elevated in a sling in front of you. You knew you must have been in a hospital. You looked to your left and saw a long list of medications and details of injuries written on a whiteboard. Was that all just for you? “Broken leg, shattered pelvis, cracked ribs/internal bleeding, cracked sternum, etc.” the board read. How long had you been asleep? Did Yoongi make it home alright?

Your mind stopped after that. Yoongi. Where was he? Had he finished the tour alright? Had he made it home safely? Had anyone even told him what had happened to you? You started to panic and breathe more heavily, causing a sharp pain in your chest. You winced from the stabbing feeling.

There was a rustling on the other side of the room as Yoongi sat up from the recliner he had been napping in at your bedside. His hair was a mess and you could tell that he hadn’t slept much lately, judging by the gaunt look of his face and the puffiness of his eyes. As soon as you saw him, your eyes welled with tears. He stretched, rubbing his face to wake himself up.

“Yoongi..” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks.

He stopped, his hands still covering his face. Slowly he moved his hands away from his eyes to see you smiling at him from your hospital bed. As soon as he saw your eyes he rushed to your bedside, almost tripping over an IV stand in the process, any semblance of exhaustion he had now long gone in his excitement. “Y/N! I can’t believe you’re awake they said it’d probably be a few more days before you woke up! How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water? Should I get a nurse, are you in pain?” He frantically checked over every piece of you Before you finally got his attention long enough for him to stop talking.

“Yoongi, what happened? How long was I out?”

“You really don’t remember what happened?”

You shook your head before realizing that was a bad idea from the stabbing pain that shot through your neck and down your back with each movement. “The last thing I remember is that I decided to stop by that bakery you like so much before going  home from work to get you something for when you came home. After that, everything is blank.

Tears spilled over Yoongi’s face and you heard him sniffle. “I shouldn’t have gone on tour again. Or I should have taken you with me. If I’d fought them harder to bring you with us none of this would have happened..”

“That’s not true and you know it. You love what you do and I would never ask you to stop touring for me. And I couldn’t go on tour with you even if they had allowed it. I have a job and a life here, I can’t just drop it all and come on the road for months at a time. I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to you. I don’t blame you for this and you shouldn’t blame yourself either, okay?”

He nodded and wiped the tears from his face, kissing your hand softly, like you were some kind of doll that might crack and fall apart at the slightest touch.

“So what happened to me?”

He sighed and climbed into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your head into his chest. “They told me that you were hit by a speeding driver on your way to the bakery. Apparently they were going way over the speed limit and not paying attention to the stop sign when you were crossing the street. You’ve been knocked out for twelve days…” His voice cracked, then trailed off. “They weren’t sure when or even if you’d wake up again.. I was so afraid y/n.. I was so scared that I was going to lose you and there’d be nothing I could do about it.” You felt his shaky breaths as he let out a sob and gripped you like you were at risk of fading away.

You pulled away from his chest and cupped his cheek in your hand. “But you didn’t lose me. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here and I’m getting better and nothing is going to take me away from you, so no more tears, okay? It’s gonna take more than one bad driver to get rid of me.” you assured him.

“I love you so much, y/n. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you like that.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re my forever, remember?” You felt sleep beginning to take over again as your eyelids started to droop. You let out a yawn and snuggled in closer to your boyfriend.

He smiled as he watched you drift off back to sleep, suddenly hyper-aware of not only your breathing and the feeling of having you in his arms, but also the small lump he’s had in his pocket, waiting for you to wake up and claim it. He opened the small box and set it on the bedside table for when you finally woke.  “That’s right y/n. You’re my forever.”

only lovers left alive: apocrypha

Adam goes on his first date in years, after having been on-and-off with the same person for roughly half a millennia. It goes better than one could have expected.

Chapter 2: Working for the Knife

I used to think I’d be done by twenty, but now at twenty-nine the road ahead appears the same. Maybe at thirty I’ll see a way to change that I’m living for the knife.

—

Lilith stood in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out a good way to do a half-up-half-down hairstyle. Though, when she’d grown frustrated with her forelocks she elected to tie her hair back with a bandana and tossed a hair-tie in her knapsack—just in case. After a long day of trekking through the city to see historic buildings and local restaurants Lilith was ready to see some urban decay. Though, before they left to meet Adam downstairs, Lilith rummaged through the zipper bag of jewelry she’d brought for her black onyx bracelet. It was a gift from her grandmother, part of a tradition among the women in her family. It was meant to ward off the mal de ojo, and protect her from spiritual harm.

“Ooh, what’s this bracelet?” Calaghan asked.

“It was a gift from my grandma. It protects me from ghosts. Well, bad ghosts.”

“Is where we’re going haunted? I am not bringing a ghost home with me.”

Lilith shrugged with a playful grin. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.”

“Oh, don’t say that.” Calaghan groaned.

Once they were in the elevator, Lilith saw a text from Adam.

[ Adam 8:35 PM ]

I’m parked in 3H. They have the street blocked off for street sweeping.

[ Lilith 8:55 PM ]

Okay! We’ll be right down.

When they exited the elevator in the lobby, they walked out a set of glass doors leading to the parking garage. Lilith was nervous to actually formally meet Adam. Sure, he was nice in the bar. But, what if he was just putting on? She struggled to silence the thought that Adam was just sweet-talking her in the hopes that she’d sleep with him. Instead, she tried to override the oncoming spiral of doubt and anxiety with a song she’d heard playing on the bus radio.

Sarah pressed the button for level 3. “So, are you excited?”

Lilith pursed her lips. “I’m trying to fight off the anxiety, but damn, that bitch has hands.” She felt the aforementioned anxiety dissipate as the group’s laughter echoed off the walls of the garage.

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure he’s really nice.”

They boarded the cramped elevator and Lilith could feel her heart slowly sinking into her feet as it rose to the third floor. “Well, as long as he doesn’t kill me, he’s in the running for date number two.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Calaghan murmured.

When they got to the third level, they went searching for the H-section. They found Adam leaning against the door of his vintage Jaguar, casually looking around for them. As his eyes scanned the strangely empty garage, suddenly the three women were nearly right up next to him.

“Oh! Hello,” He chuckled, “you scared me.”

“Yeah, it’s my secret magic power.” Lilith replied. “I’m also only five-foot-two, so, there’s also that.”

Adam laughed. He missed a sardonic wit. “Shall we?”

“Yes! I wanna see some bones or something.” Lilith grinned.

“Bones?” Calaghan asked. 

“Well, yeah, like maybe some bird bones. I don’t know where things die! I assume empty buildings have a lot of bones.”

“Is that why they say houses have good bones?” Sarah asked.

Lilith thought about it for a moment. “Huh. Yeah, maybe.”

Adam walked around the hood of the car to unlock the door and let them in. Sarah and Calaghan sat in the back, allowing Lilith to take the shotgun seat. However, as Adam started the car, she was too fascinated by the car door to get in.

“I love your car. Is it an original?” Lilith asked, after finally sitting down and following the line of the dashboard.

“It is, actually. Are you a fan of vintage cars?”

“Sort of, but mostly for the aesthetics of it. Those cars with the glossy glitter vinyl seats are my favorite. Oh! And the ones with the candy color paint jobs.”

“Those are nice,” he mused, as he pulled out of the parking lot and started off to their first destination, “I’ve never been a fan of the bright colors, honestly, but I’ve seen quite a few nice ones.”

“I actually really like yours. It’s like, not beige but a warmer oat color, you know? It’s not boring like, black or blue.”

“You think black is boring?” Adam tried to hide the slight wounding he took, as his closet was almost exclusively black and dark navy.

“Oh, no, I love wearing black. I feel like there’s a million ways you can wear black. But like, black cars just feel boring. Black, white, and blue are just like, I dunno—Kinda…”

“Conformist?”

“Yeah! Everyone has one! Even a red car is cool. The Creator gave us colors like orange and purple and you’re gonna paint your car white? Okay, Jan.”

Adam couldn’t push back the smirk growing on his face. “If you got to paint your own car, what color would you paint it?”

Lilith answered without hesitation. “Green—Like, lime green bordering on neon green.”

“Really?” He was intrigued. “No other color?”

“Well, maybe like, a bright yellow.” Lilith thought for a moment. “Like, the Pussy Wagon in Pulp Fiction? I’d paint my car like that. I’d add flames on the side, though.”

She decided to float a controversial opinion to test Adam’s waters. “Quentin Tarantino sucks but the idea of a ‘Pussy Wagon’ car is appealing—when it’s not driven by a rapist.”

“I know,” Adam groaned, “he’s so pretentious.”

Adam passed. “Oh my god, right? Like, ooh, you had three good movies, good for you! Talk to me when you can make a new Legally Blonde. Elle Woods is a feminist icon and I doubt Mr. Foot Fetish can top that. It is a bulletproof movie.” She paused. “The second one, not so much—but when has a sequel ever been good? Except the sequel to The Mummy, that one does slap.”

“I’ve never seen those.” He admitted, beginning to fully smile at Lilith’s enthusiasm. “What do you like about them?”

“Well, I like that in Legally Blond, Elle has to confront this very narrow idea of femininity she’s been forced to grow up with as part of a wealthy white family, and instead goes out on her own to prove a point to her bitch-ass boyfriend. But, like, along the way she realizes she actually enjoys all the things she was doing just to be spiteful, and learns how to create her own expectations entirely, by combining this hyperfemininity she enjoyed before with this highly masculine space. Then, she creates this space where, even if there are women who don’t ascribe to the same femininity as she does, they can still find a place within law because she is, arguably, the epitome of everything men fear and still unquestionably successful.”

“Is it a drama?”

“No, it’s actually a comedy,” Lilith chuckled, “But there are like, a thousand different studies on what it represented when it came out and why it became such a cult classic.”

“What about the other one? The Mummy, you said?”

“Yeah, that one is more like… What’s a good way to describe it,” Lilith mused, “Have you ever heard of Abott and Costello?”

Adam stifled the snort that rose. “Yes, I’m actually a big fan, believe it or not.”

“Okay, well, you know the one with the mummy? It’s basically that, but with Brendan Frasier and Rachel Weisz and a lot of sexual tension. I think it was the bisexual awakening movie of the 2000s.”

Calaghan laughed from the back seat. “I hate that you’re right.”

“I speak only the truth.” Lilith cheeked. “Like, you can’t tell me Brendan Fraser, Rachel Weisz, and Obed Fehr didn’t stick with you.”

“Stop, stop, I’m already gay!” Calaghan wheezed.

Adam pulled to a stop in front of the Ford factory. Lilith watched his hand grip the stick shift in her peripheral vision. She quickly looked away when he caught her looking at the vein winding up his forearm from the wrist. In the heat of the embarrassment, Lilith quickly hopped out and pulled a respirator mask from her bag to pull on. She hoped it hid the rising blush on her face. 

“Are you sensitive to dust?” Adam asked. The genteel tone was odd to him, even though it came out of him.

“Not really, I just have weird allergies. Like, everything will be fine and then I’ll have a sneezing fit for no reason, and it’s like, ‘Oh, guess what! Now you’re allergic to rust particles,’ or some shit like that.” Lilith waved off his concern. “It’s just easier if I use this.”

He took note of it before leading them around one side of the building into a doorway that was missing its door. Lilith assumed it had just fallen off the hinges, given the decay of the metal and stone around it. They walked in and saw an expansive warehouse full of graffiti and broken glass and metal.

“Watch your step,” Adam said, more to Lilith than her friends, “there’s more broken glass than you think.”

“Thanks—” Calaghan said, before yelping. “Oh god.”

“What? What happened?” Lilith whipped around from where she had been wandering ahead of Adam.

“I saw a possum… Oh god, it was just there.” She breathed in and out slowly.

“Oh, where? I brought peanuts.”

Lilith slowly walked over to the possum’s hiding place beneath a dilapidated desk shoved against the wall. “Hey, bud.” She said softly. “Want a peanut?” She shrugged off her knapsack and took out a Ziploc bag of unsalted, raw nuts. She held one out to the possum, who sniffed it cautiously. “I’ll leave a couple here for you. If you want some more, we’ll be back in a bit. Okay?” She took out a small handful of nuts, maybe five or six, and left them in a little pile for the possum to take from as it pleased. “See ya later, bud.”

Lilith walked back over to where Adam stood, slightly stunned that she’d been so brazen to just approach a wild animal. When he gave her friends a questioning look, they laughed.

“Yeah, she does that.” Sarah noted.

“Our first week on campus, she made friends with a pack of crows like that.”

“And I’d do it again!” Lilith called back from where she was. She was kneeling by a line of desks in a row a few yards away.

If Adam didn’t know any better, he’d think Lilith was a witch. He chuckled to himself and followed after her at his own pace. He heard vague mention of witches from what Eve had told him. Ancient bloodlines that coalesced into great power when put into the proper hands. He lamented the loss of such treasured knowledge during the eras of racist fearmongering that led to witch burnings. So many had to go into hiding for fear of being burned alive at the stake, at the hands of those much stupider than they were. Though, if he was putting any stock in his own perspective, Lilith was keeping it alive and thriving. He watched as she sized up the desk she was kneeling next to while her friends took pictures and scribbled in their notebooks. She let her hand hover over the larger, bottom drawer of it before pulling away and hovering over the smaller one on top of it. Though, she abandoned this one, as well. Lilith crawled over to the other side of the desk and opened both drawers there, lifting the blank, faded papers.

“Are you looking for something?” Adam joked.

“Yeah.”

He was a little surprised. “What are you looking for?”

“I dunno. I just feel like something’s in here.” She replied nonchalantly.

Lilith pulled a small compact mirror from beneath the pile of papers in the larger bottom drawer as well as an empty leather wallet. She took a pocket knife and a few silver bracelets from the smaller top drawer. They ended up on the top of the desk and she tried scavenging for more. Adam was intrigued. Lilith ended up peeling a flat piece of sheet metal from the bottom of the top drawer and found two decrepit copies of Playboy, as well as a few small photos of a baby and a family in front of their home. Lilith took special care to lift these from the drawer and took an extra moment to study them before placing them on top of the desk as well. The photos and other paper items went into a bigger Ziploc bag, and the smaller items into an exterior pocket on the knapsack.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah!”

“Which was?”

“I think it’s the pictures.” Lilith said, oddly distant from their conversation.

“You think?”

Lilith shrugged. “That’s what it feels like, yeah.”

“Hm.” Adam considered that for a moment. Though, while he let his mind wander, Lilith was gone exploring again.

They spent most of their time in the manufacturing plant this way. Even though Adam was the resident expert, they were mostly following Lilith around as she traversed the expansive complex. They lost her for a moment, somewhere near the darkest corner. When Adam saw a flash of light in his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of her. She was squatting on one leg on top of a precarious pile of rubble to snap pictures of the graffiti that had been sprayed over the years. Though, he found it odd that she had climbed so high up to get a photo when there were perfectly stupid scrawlings closer to the floor. Was he… worried about her? He couldn’t tell. The thought had crossed his mind that she could get hurt. It made him feel… something. He didn’t like whatever he was feeling, be it worry or confusion or a mixture of both.

“Lilith, darling.” He called out gently.

“Yeah?”

“How did you get up there?”

“I climbed it. The rocks are actually pretty sturdy. Like, they’ve been here a while and they’re not going anywhere.”

“Are you sure? It seems a little high.”

“I mean, I can get down.” She laughed.

He held his hands up in mock defense. “If you say so.” He ended up chuckling.

Their next stop was a concert hall Adam was fond of. Though, he warned Lilith she may not find very much given how hollow the building was. He explained that it had been there much longer than the Ford building and was in significantly worse condition. Lilith didn’t mind. If anything, she seemed more excited to see the concert hall than the Ford building. She let slip a peculiar thought that Adam had replaying in the back of his mind the entire rest of the car ride: There’s something nice about empty, old buildings. If you listen really close, you can hear the past in them. It’s wonderful.

It was much darker now, as if the sun and moon were conspiring to keep something hidden away here. But instead of fixating on her loss of better sight, Lilith focused on the stars. He walked over to where they stood in the long, soft grass and tried not to disturb their meditation on the sky.

“Looking for something again?” Adam asked, as Sarah and Calaghan went ahead of them into the open mouth of the concert hall.

“Stars, I guess. It’s a clear night.” Lilith shrugged. “I remember hearing that you can see Cassiopeia and Perseus from Detroit this time of year, but I might be looking in the wrong direction.”

“Do you study Greek mythology?”

“Sometimes, for fun. I used to be way into this YA series based on Greek gods when I was in middle school. I bought a whole illustrated book and everything of the different myths and family trees. I think I still have it at home somewhere.”

“You do strike me as an avid reader.” Adam joked.

“Yeah, if only the unread books on my shelf heard you say that. I think they’d start throwing themselves at you.”

They laughed at the idea. When their cheerful noise died down, they were still standing next to one another and quietly considering the night sky. Their shared appreciation was interrupted when a pack of coyotes scurried across the grassy field. There was an odd pause, though, as they suddenly stopped to look at Lilith and Adam standing there. Adam knew the coyotes came out more often during this season, so it didn’t really bother him that much.

What bothered him was that the leader of the coyote pack began to approach on its own. It started to approach Lilith.

He grasped for her hand and held it unexpectedly tight.

The universe froze for a moment.

Then, just as soon as it had approached, the coyote was sauntering back to its pack and leaving. Adam released a breath he didn’t know he was capable of holding. Once again, there was that vague inclination to think there was something more to Lilith than she was letting on. He had never seen a coyote just stop in its tracks like that, let alone any other wild animal. His grip on Lilith’s hand loosened only slightly.

“Are you alright?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I think so. I mean, they’re not coming back.” Lilith breathed in and out. “Let’s go inside.”

Lilith began walking toward the decaying skeleton of the concert hall, fingers still interlaced with Adam’s. Even though he was supposed to be leading the group, he simply went along as she began leading him. He was a lost, stray dog following the stranger who gave him crumbs off her plate. They walked past Adam’s car and into the expansive cavern where Sarah and Calaghan were marveling at the vaulted ceilings and remnants of painted accents. Lilith, as expected, walked past the party and tried to find their way around the space. Adam tried to keep his eye on her as best he could. She didn’t know what kind of hazards were littered around this empty hall. Though, while he was standing with Calaghan and Sarah, he noticed Lilith wandering over to one he knew very well.

Lilith felt pulled to walk to a decrepit corner of the concert hall. She followed the impulse cautiously, and tried to tread lightly to keep from tripping or falling. Adam was busy answering a question about the history of the concert hall when he noticed Lilith was missing. He didn’t think much of it. She was probably looking for something again. What caught his attention was that, when the group turned to see where she had gone, she was standing at the edge of the pit where he and Eve had dumped Ian’s body. She was morosely still, staring at who-knew-what. Before he knew it, Adam was running over to her to wrap his arms around her and yank her away from the edge.

“Get away from there.” He said in a panicked, gravelly voice.

Lilith was startled at first, before she looked up and saw someone standing in the pool of electric blue liquid. It was a young man, standing nearly knee deep in the oddly foul pool. His face was deeply pale, with deep dark circles under his eyes. He had wavy chestnut hair, just shy of shoulder length. He didn’t look angry or aggressive. Lilith thought he just looked sad. Bittersweet, even, like he expected his death but he wasn’t exactly unhappy about it either. What struck her the most was his bright yellow jacket. Even when she was a little girl, Lilith had always wanted a bright yellow jacket. Something about it just stuck with her. Though, when Adam had pulled her away, she noticed two puncture marks on the young man’s neck. There were coagulated drip marks around them.

Adam’s touch suddenly felt different on Lilith’s skin. It sparked a shooting pain on Lilith’s neck that left her feeling dizzy and light-headed. She started to go limp in his hold, and couldn’t hear Adam asking if she was okay. The last thing she saw before the blackout was the brief glimpse of the starry night sky through a massive hole in the ceiling.

When Lilith was finally able to open her eyes, she saw hospital lights above her. Thankfully, they were turned low. She took a deep breath in and ended up choking on it when someone at her bedside exclaimed.

“Oh, god,” Gasped Sarah, “You’re awake.”

Lilith was confused. “What happened?”

“You walked over to this pool of sludge and passed out. Adam said it was leftover waste from chemical dumping, and the fumes must have made you sick.”

Lilith sat up on her elbows and looked around the room. Calaghan was walking in with a plastic clamshell container of food and a soda. She saw Lilith sitting up and sighed with relief. She came in with a doctor who Lilith assumed led her to the hospital cafeteria. Adam was nowhere to be seen.

The doctor was pleasant and calm. “Hello, Sleeping Beauty.” He said, with a quiet tone. “We were a little worried about you.”

“What happened?” She asked again.

“Ah, well,” He picked up the chart clipped to the foot of Lilith’s hospital bed, “you presented symptoms of dizziness and light-headedness prior to losing consciousness, so we ran some light bloodwork. There was no indication of any issues in your blood pressure, hypertension, or a blood sugar spike; so, given that all of that was ruled out, it seemed the most beneficial to chock it up to an episode of hyperosmia.”

“Hm.” Lilith responded.

“All that’s necessary is to make sure that your basic facilities are all in-tact, and you’ll be free to go home.” The doctor turned his attention to Lilith’s friends. “It should only take a minute. You’re free to wait in the hall if you’d like.”

They looked to Lilith for confirmation. “Are you going to be okay?” Calaghan asked. “Do you want us to stay?”

Lilith weighed her options for a moment. The smell was irritating, and it made her a little nauseous; but, she wasn’t dizzy until Adam touched her. The image of the puncture wounds in the young man’s neck was stuck in her mind, and that was going to be hard to dislodge without some context. She noticed that the doctor wasn’t wearing scrubs, the way a normal doctor in the ER would be wearing. As far as she knew, she hadn’t been formally admitted, so why would a doctor in a lab coat, a dress shirt, and slacks be walking in when everyone else around him was wearing scrubs? “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I feel okay now, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing wrong.” She looked to the doctor. “If there was, I’d know. Right?”

He seemed to blanche, but covered it well with a chuckle. “Right.”

Sarah and Calaghan left the room, saying they were going to find Adam. Supposedly, he was circling the parking lot looking for a spot. He ended up throwing the hazard lights on and helping them get Lilith out of the car and didn’t think to move it until after Lilith had been seen at least once. Once she heard their footsteps quiet, she turned back to the doctor.

“Can you close the door, please?”

The doctor obliged. “I think I know what you’re going to ask me.” He murmured. “I think you know that I’d like an answer.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up straight. Her legs still weren’t strong enough to stand quite yet. Not until she knew what the hell happened.

The doctor put his hands in his pockets and he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Adam’s not human, is he?” She asked. There was no dancing around it. It needed to be asked.

The doctor’s mouth slanted. How could he betray Adam’s confidence? “I can’t answer that.”

Lilith mirrored his expression, unsatisfied. “How do you know him?”

“He’s a colleague.”

“What section does he work in?”

“Phlebotomy.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Lilith pressed her lips together in a line, trying very hard not to laugh. “That’s a good one.” She took a deep breath. “Look, I’m not gonna narc on him or anything. I just want to know what I’m getting myself into.”

“And what’s that?”

Lilith’s brows knitted together at the question. “Did he not tell you we were on a date? I wanted him to take us to some abandoned buildings.”

The doctor looked surprised, very surprised. “That’s… definitely something he forgot to mention.”

“I’m going to pretend that that didn’t hurt my feelings.” She sighed, “Did he call you?”

“Right after it happened.”

“Hm.” Was all Lilith could respond with. “Okay.”

Lilith got up and tried to walk to the door on her wobbly legs. The doctor found it odd that that was where the conversation ended. “No more questions?”

“No. Why?”

“It just seems odd, is all.”

“Why?” Lilith was confused again. “Adam’s a vampire, and I’m a witch. That’s what’s happening.” She shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“A what? A witch?”

“Yeah.”

The doctor paused, as though he was taking a moment to process what exactly was going on. He shook his head in mock disbelief before laughing. “He definitely didn’t tell me that.”

“He doesn’t know,” Lilith replied, “it’s not something I go around advertising.”

When Lilith turned the door handle and pushed the door open, the doctor put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay?”

Lilith thought about that. Was she? She knew plenty of vampires. She didn’t know anyone like Adam. Maybe, just maybe, she could utilize the oncoming physical distance between them with Lilith’s departure from Detroit to her advantage. She certainly liked Adam. He was quiet and standoffish, but not rude or antisocial. She just needed to know more about him. There were too many questions and not enough answers.

“Yeah. I think so. I’ll be okay.”

MEMES: every friend group has … the hufflepuffs

❝every friend group has ━━━ a himbo (cedric diggory), a mean bisexual (olivia newton), an even meaner lesbian (hannah abbott), she/theys (asterope malfoy), he/theys (justin finch-fletchley), a token straight that’s on thin ice (zacharias smith), an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart’s memorized (susan bones), and a short king (ernie macmillan).❞

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