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RETURN OF FLYNN WHITE EPISODE 1

Written by @milk-420 and I

CHAPTER 1

EPISODE 1 - Male Pattern Baldness

THE SOUND OF AN ELECTRIC RAZOR FADES IN, CAMERA PANNING TO AN OLDER FLYNN WHITE SHAVING HIS RATHER SHINY SCALP.

HE LOOKS AROUND NERVOUSLY, UNTIL HIS DREAMY BROWN EYES MEET THE CAMERA.

FLYNN:

(Shrugging)

«Well I guess I’m dad now… Might as well get to work!»

LAUGHTRACK PLAYS.

HE GRABS A YELLOW SUIT FROM THE BACK OF HIS CLOSET, LAYERING IT OVER HIS SILK PAJAMAS.

FLYNN WHITE SLIDES DOWNSTAIRS USING HIS FIREMAN’S POLE.

IN HIS HAND WAS A CRUTCH.

GRETCHEN AND ELLIOT’S MONEY SURE CAME IN CLUTCH!

BUT NOT FOR LONG…

TOO BAD, HE WAS GOING TO SPEND IT ALL ON EQUIPMENT FOR COOKING THE GOOD STUFF;

BLUE CRYSTAL METH.

FLYNN WHITE IS DRIVING TO THE NEW LAB,

BOTH OF HIS FEET WORKING HARD TO MOVE FORWARD.

THE CAMERA CUTS TO FLYNN’S LEFT FOOT ON THE BRAKES, WHILE HIS RIGHT FOOT PRESSES DOWN THE CLUTCH.

DAVID BOWIE’S «LIFE ON MARS?» IS BLASTING FROM THE RADIO.

CAMERA SHOWS THE CAR FROM ABOVE, SUDDENLY SLOWING DOWN AND TAKING A U-TURN.

«OOPSIES, WRONG WAY.» FLYNN BREAKS THE FOURTH WALL, LAUGHING.

WE ZOOM OUT, EVENTUALLY WE CAN SEE THAT THERE IS LIFE ON MARS. SCENE ENDS WITH A DRAMATIC «BOOM».

FLYNN IS NOW IN THE NEW METH LAB FOR THE FIRST TIME.

FLYNN:

Heh...I guess I should get my meth on!

GUS MANAGED TO ACTUALLY SURVIVE THE BOMB ATTACK 20 YEARS AGO AND HELPS FLYNN START HIS LAB. HE DOESN'T HAVE HALF OF HIS FACE THOUGH. IT'S STILL JUST FALLING OFF.

GUS:

Damnnnn man ur really cooking!!!

FLYNN:

Yeah man.

I always cook fr. That’s why they call me Da Freaking Chef on Facebook, get it?

FLYNN IS NOW POURING THE LIQUID BLUE METH ONTO THE SHEET PANS, DOING A DEBBY RYAN SMIRK. HE ATTEMPTED TO PUT HIS HAIR BEHIND HIS EAR, THEN QUICKLY REMEMBERED WHAT HE DID THIS MORNING.

FLYNN:

Whoops! Can’t do that anymore

HE CHUCKLES LOOKING NERVOUSLY AROUND THE ROOM.

AFTER GUS’ MURDER ATTEMPT HE GOT SUPER EMO AND STOPPED SHAVING HIS HEAD, SHOWING OFF HIS GORGEOUS 4C CURLS TO FLYNN.

GUS:

Like these curls?

FLYNN PUNCHES THE AIR IN RESPONSE.

FLYNN:

Why are you making fun of meeeeee???? I just shaved my head stawp reminding meeee.

FLYNN POUTS. HE MIGHT BE 34 BUT HE'S STILL 16 AND A TOTAL CUTIE AT HEART! AT LEAST ACCORDING TO HIS MOM’S COLLEAGUES.

ANOTHER LAUGH TRACK PLAYS.

GUS:

We could get 10 billion dollars from this next batch, Jesse!

FLYNN IS CAUGHT OFF GUARD.

FLYNN:

Jesse?

GUS STARTS GASPING AND CLUTCHING AT HIS CHEST. HE’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!

FLYNN PUNCHES HIM REPEATEDLY.

FLYNN:

It’s the darn vape! I swear. Your brain is scrambled, you just called me Jesse! FUCKING idiot!

GUS FUCKING DIES.. AGAIN

FLYNN LOOKS AT GUS’ DEAD BODY, WONDERING WHAT TO DO.

FLYNN:

Well is this the time to cut his hair into a French bob?

HE FINDS THE BOXCUTTERS FROM THAT ONE EPISODE AND STARTS RIPPING OFF GUS’ HAIR AT A RAPID SPEED.

FLYNN:

Ouuuu mamacita now you’re ringing the bell…

HE’S HUMMING LAVA CHICKEN BY JACK BLACK WHILE HE PLAYS WITH THE HAIR STRANDS ONE BY ONE, FORMING THEM INTO SHANE DAWSON’S PROPOSAL PHOTO USING A YOUTUBE TUTORIAL.

FLYNN:

I should’ve asked him about his hair care before he died…

HE STOPS FOR A MOMENT.

FLYNN:

Nevermind! I’ll just raid his house! I’m sure his bathroom cabinet can help. «Bleach»? Aw man I shouldn’t have shaved all of my hair off. Hold on a second… I still have eyebrows!

FLYNN SLATHERS THE BLEACH ONTO HIS EYEBROWS LIKE BBQ SAUCE, DOING ANOTHER DEBBY RYAN SMIRK AT THE CAMERA, BREAKING THE 4TH WALL

FLYNN:

Now I likey-likey!

ANOTHER LAUGH TRACK PLAYS AND

IT CUTS TO THE NEXT SCENE SIMILARLY TO A LOONEY TUNES EPISODE.

<NEXT SCENE>

BACK IN THE LAB AFTER BLEACHING HIS EYEBROWS

HE SEES THE METH IS DONE MARINATING AND IS READY TO BE CRUSHED INTO CHUNKS.

HE GRABS A SLUDGEHAMMER.

FLYNN:

(Rubbing his belly)

Now that’s how you make some darn good meth!

HE ENDS UP TURNING THE METH INTO A POWDER- GUS’ DEAD BODY STILL ON THE FLOOR NEXT TO HIM.

HE CHECKS THE PURITY OF HIS NEW METH BEFORE SENDING IT OFF TO THE CARTEL. OH MY GOD;

104% PURITY.

FLYNN IS BETTER THAN HIS DAD!

HE MADE NEW LABELS FOR HIS METH, CALLING IT MEGAMINDS ASHES™.

FLYNN GRABS HIS 300 POUNDS WORTH OF BLUE METH AND STARTS BAGGING IT INTO SMALL CONTAINERS, COVERING IT IN LOS POLLOS HERMANOS SIGNATURE SAUCE... JUST LIKE IN THE OLD DAYS!

FLYNN:

This meth better taste as tasty as the freaking Los Pollos Hermanos Signature Sauce. So tasty! With over 40 different locations around the state of New Mexico, you can get our 10 dollar chicken bucket for 5 dollars on sundays! We support those Christian people! Jesus forevaaa!!!

SUDDENLY, GUS’ BODY TWITCHES, AND HIS FRAIL VOICE CAN BARELY BE HEARD BEFORE HE STOPS COMPLETELY, PROLLY FOREVER.

GUS:

Thank you for the rose! Mmm ice cream so good!

FLYNN MATCHES HIS FREAK AFTER THAT

FLYNN:

(Throwing his hands up in the air)

Die pleaaseee like…

FLYNN THROWS THE METH BAGS TO THE SUSPICIOUSLY CONVENIENTLY POSITIONED EMPLOYEES BEHIND THE METH LAB.

HE WIPES IMAGINARY DIRT OFF OF HIS YELLOW JUMPSUIT.

FLYNN:

Wow! What a tough day of work! Time to dispose of the body.

FLYNN ACTIVATES HIS JETPACK AND PICKS GUS UP USING HIS CRUTCHES AS CHOPSTICKS.

FLYNN:

(Singing while operating)

♪ I took a pill in New Mexico to show Gus Fring that I was cool. And when I finally got sober felt 10 years older but fuck at least I didn’t get my family killed..!♪

HE PULLS GUS OUT OF THE LAUNDROMAT, FLYING TO A NEARBY DESERT, SWINGING HIM FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, LEFT TO RIGHT WITH HIS CHOPSTICK CRUTCHES.

FLYNN:

Fly queen! Fly!

HE FLINGES GUS TO THE GROUND. TURNS OUT DEAD BODIES REALLY AREN’T AERODYNAMIC LIKE HE HAD IMAGINED.

<NEXT SCENE>

FLYNN IS BACK IN HIS HOUSE. ALL THE LIGHTS ARE TURNED OFF. HE GOES TO HIS KITCHEN TO GET A GLASS OF WATER…

BUT HE HEARS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR!! WHO COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE?!? WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK? HE PEEPS IN THE FRICKING PEEPHOLE.

IT’S HIS MOTHER- SKYLAR WHITE.

SKYLAR:

My name is Skylar White yo.

FLYNN LOOKS PERPLEXED.

FLYNN:

Yeah I know your name you’re my mom goddamnit.

SKYLER LAUGHS, CUEING A PAINFULLY LATE LAUGH TRACK

SKYLAR:

Oh you!

SHE BREAKS THE 5TH WALL. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! HER BLUE ORBS SHINE DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA LENSE. SOMEBODY GET HER BROWN EYE CONTACTS! SHE FLUTTERS HER EYELASHES WHILE THE LAUGH TRACK FADES OUT.

FLYNN:

Come on in! Welcome to my humble abode.

SKYLAR SITS DOWN AT THE KITCHEN TABLE AND TRIES TO MAKE SMALL TALK.

SKYLAR:

So what are you doing for work, my incredible son with Cerebral Palsy and a positive canthal tilt?

FLYNN AUDIBLY GULPS

FLYNN:

Gulp! Don’t tell mom about your meth business! .. Did I say that out loud?

SKYLAR SCREAMS.

*imput wilhelm scream*

SKYLAR:

YOUR WHAT??!!1?!?!/1? WHO MADE YOU DO THIS?

FLYNN:

I didn’t choose the thug life, mama. The thug life chose me. Tuff.

SKYLAR SHRIEKS ON MAX VOLUME SETTINGS.

SKYLAR:

I FUCKED TED I FUCKED TED !!! IM SKYLAR WHITE YO

SHE TOTALLY STARTS MALFUNCTIONING AND GLITCHING ALL OVER THE PLACE. SHE WAS A ROBOT ALL THIS TIME!

FLYNN:

(Singing the following in the melody of ‘Something in the way’)

♪ Something in the way.. Yeah. Ooooooh. I always knew… Something was in the way all along, and it was Skylar’s voicebox. Her ability to speak against my decisions. Bruh. Ooooooh. ♪

EPISODE 1 ENDS WITH ‘SOMETHING IN THE WAY’ BY NIRVANA PLAYING OVER THE ROLLING CREDITS. THE BABY FROM THE ALBUM COVER BOUNCES ACROSS THE SCREEN LIKE THE DVD SCREENSAVER. THE BABY FINALLY HITS A CORNER AND THE CREDITS END WITH ANOTHER BOOM.

[waxn-wane]

@ceoandslutler I see you're going through something rn and somehow sebaciel got caught in the crossfires. With that in mind, may I offer you a Stained Wedding Sheets doodle in this trying time? 🙏🙏

SWS is a 15k oneshot about Ciel trying to learn how to please a woman right before his wedding day. Who better to practice with than his eager butler?

Also Sebastian wears Elizabeth's wedding dress to get in the zone. That demon is nothing if not thorough 😭😭

He's simply method acting my lord!!

[cielineciel]

Could I be more? (Burger Bat's Fanfic)

Blair and Nat moment!!!

The bell above the door jingled.

Outside, the faint chime of the front door rang. It was followed by hurried footsteps and Nat’s familiar yet shy greeting.

Blair was in the bathroom, when they heard someone come into the restaurant. They knew his co-worker would handle it and continued with their own work.

11:00PM

It was late—too late for anyone decent to be coming in. They had been dealing with some real pieces of work lately, and they weren’t in the mood for another one.

He continued to scrub at some graffiti on the stall door. The tag was crude, a mess of jagged lines and inappropriate words that made their nose wrinkle.

“Welcome in! We’re about to close, but I can still take your order.” Nat’s voice was slightly muffled through the thin walls. His voice was gentle but tired as always.

He went back to scrubbing, but a few minutes later, shouting echoed from the front. The sound of an argument soon filtered through the thin walls—cruel words from a voice that wasn’t Nats.

"Are you serious right now?" the customer snapped, their voice rising. "This is ridiculous!"

Blair paused, the cleaning rag still in their hand.

“Sir, I’m doing my best,” Nat said, his tone polite but noticeably strained. "If you’ll just give me a moment—"

Not just raised voices—screaming.

They froze, gripping the rag in their hands. Nat was keeping it together, voice steady, even when the customer spat venom back at him. Blair couldn’t make out the words, but they could hear the tension, the barely-contained frustration in Nat’s tone.

"I don’t have a moment! What kind of place runs out of sauce at this hour?!"

Blair furrowed their brows, dropping the rag into the bucket and barged out the bathroom. But by the time they reached the counter, the customer was already storming out, the door slamming shut behind them.

Then—silence.

Nat stood there, stiff and silent, staring at the register. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, his burger hat slightly askew.

Blair looked at him across the counter, his eyes filled with worry but couldn't say anything. Neither did Nat.

He watched as the blonde turned on his heel, grabbed a stray cup off the floor, and tossed it into the trash.

Though reluctant, Blair turned around and two went back to work like nothing had happened, the silence stretching between them. The shop was locked up soon after, the chairs flipped onto the tables and the floors mopped.

Nat locked the front doors, his grip on the keys just a little too tight. His expression was something that Blair tried to figure out, it was one filled with numbness yet held sorrow.

He took the trash bag from the kitchen, the plastic crinkling in his grip. Then, without another glance, Nat pushed open the back door and stepped outside.

Then quietly, Blair silently opened the door and their eye’s followed Nat's movement. He watched as the blonde tossed the bag into the dumpster.

They expected silence for Nat to come back, but instead— they saw Nat plop down on the dirty ground, beside the dumpster.

Then he heard soft, choked sobs.

“Nat?” Blair called out cautiously, their voice low, almost unsure.

His blonde hair was disheveled, and his burger-shaped hat was gripped tightly in his trembling hands. His face was buried in his knees, but his shoulders shook with every muffled sob.

Blair hesitated for a moment before stepping out. They crouched next to him, unsure how to start. “Bad customer?” they asked softly.

Nat lifted his head, his tear-streaked face illuminated in the dim glow. His eyes were red, his expression was filled with sorrow.

“It’s not the customer,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion.

Blair frowned, sitting down fully on the pavement. “Then what’s wrong?”

For a moment, Nat didn’t answer. He gripped his hat tighter, his knuckles white, and his lips quivered as he struggled to find the words.

Finally, he broke.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice cracking as fresh tears welled in his eyes. “Is this what I’m supposed to be?” He gestured vaguely at the restaurant behind them, his hands shaking.

Blair blinked, taken aback. They opened their mouths to respond, but Nat kept going, his words tumbling out like a flood he couldn’t stop.

“Could I be more?” he whispered, his voice breaking as the tears spilled over. He buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know if I’m good enough for anything else.”

Blair felt their heart ache, Nat’s words hitting closer to home than they wanted to admit. “I’m scared of the future,” Nat confessed, his voice barely audible now.

Blair swallowed hard. They didn’t have an answer. They didn’t know what to say. The truth was, they felt it too—that gnawing fear, the uncertainty that kept them up at night.

They knew that feeling too well. The uncertainty, the dread of waking up every day and wondering if this was it. If they were stuck. If they’d ever be more than a name tag and a uniform that barely fits right.

Instead of offering empty words, Blair reached out hesitantly and placed a hand on Nat’s shoulder. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Nat to lean into them, resting his head against their shoulder.

His breath came out in a shaky exhale, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something.

Blair glanced at him, their dark eyes catching the faint tremble in Nat’s hands.

They dug their hand onto their pocket and pulled out their lighter and flicked it open and shut, the small flame briefly lighting their face before disappearing again. They weren’t sure what to say—if anything needed to be said.

Blair was unsure of what to do or say. Comfort wasn’t exactly their forte, but seeing Nat like this, stirred something in them—a mix of concern and frustration at the situation.

“I hate closing shifts,” Nat muttered suddenly, his voice quiet but brittle. He looked down at the lighter Blair was flickering, there was something calming about the way the small fire lit with a soft click, in a calm pattern.

“It’s not just the customers,” The blonde continued, his voice cracking. “It’s everything. The pressure—”

Blair couldn't bring themself to look Nat in the eye, and continued to play around with the lighter. The way his brown eyes looked wide and searching for an answer that never truly came, a glimmer of vulnerability that Blair wasn’t used to seeing.

He let out a humorless laugh. “It’s not just him. That's all of it. I keep wondering if this is all I’m meant to be. Just... standing here, taking orders, getting yelled at because someone’s fries aren’t crispy enough.”

Blair’s head tilted back as they stared at the starless sky. “You’re not stuck here, you know. You’ve got time to figure it out.” Their chest tightened as they shifted on their feet, making sure they glanced away. They weren’t great at this kind of thing, but they couldn’t just leave him like this.

Nat slightly shook his head, his blonde hair falling into his face. “What if I don’t? What if I waste my life here, just... existing?” His voice dropped to a whisper.

Blair cared—of course they did. They just didn’t always know how to show it.

They hugged Nat. It was a reluctant one.

Blair rubbed his back in a circular motion and didn't even move nor made a fuss when Nat’s tears started to wet Blair’s shoulder.

"...Yeah," they murmured after a long pause.

He grasped on Blair’s shoulder, as he buried his head on the crook of their neck. The dark haired adult could hear Nat’s soft sobs starting up again. The way he embraced Blair was similar to what a lost child would do.

“I’m scared, Blair.”

“I’m scared too,”

They admitted, the words feeling heavy but honest. Their lips twitched into something close to a smile—soft, almost apologetic. “It’s not like I’ve got everything figured out either.”

Blair was unsure if what they said was enough, but it was the truth. And sometimes, the truth was all they had to offer.

Nat let out a shaky breath. After a moment, he looked at Blair again, a confused expression appearing on his face “Really? It's really okay to not know?

Blair nodded, noticing his posture a little less rigid now. They pulled away as they both sat there in silence for a while, the cool night air wrapping around them. Blair didn’t try to fix it—they didn’t know how.

Instead, they let Nat cry, leaning their head slightly against his, hoping that maybe, just maybe, sitting together like this was enough for now.

It was nice to know that they weren't alone.

[thelastranger]

My piece for the @brotherband-exchange-event-2025 is for @absolutely-existing aka the amazing Connie who organized this whole event! It was awesome to be a part of this event and I hope you had a great time as well!

Here's your requested time loop fic!

[thexhostess]

Untitled - Part 1

Brandon Boyd X Reader

Words: 1,249

Rating: ☑☐☐ = fluffy

Tags: @olyvoyl @fineanddandy

The Incubus show was about to start in two hours but you have no ticket. Your thoughts are screaming, you won’t get in. You’ve arrived alone, and your only hope is to find a person with spares, or a scalper as a last resort. A guy is hanging around near the entrance to the venue and you approach him. He’s trying to re-sell for tonight so you decide to chance it. You begin enquiring and he starts to explain that he already sold to one other person, but no one else wants to buy from him, yet swears he’s legit. He’s nervously going round in circles. His repetition tells you this is a bad idea and you decide to leave it.

You walk out into the open plaza in front of the venue and look for anyone who might look like they are advertising selling spares. A couple of women say they are, and you specify you need a standing ticket. Almost relieved you ask to pay right then and there but the woman tells you there’s a que. You look around and there are about seven people waiting to purchase from her. You’ve also just missed the other seller’s ticket, as she calls across saying she has none for tonight’s show. So now because of your lack of focus, you’ve probably missed out on all the unclaimed tickets. Disbelieving you messed up this badly, it takes a while but you begin to accept your shortcomings and that there’s no way you will be going to the show.

Deciding to hang around until the end of the show anyway, you opt for dinner alone at one of the places nearby. Might as well and make the most of the evening here, then perhaps if you feel up to it, you can wait by the tour buses for a chance to meet Brandon as he is nice enough to wait up and take photos with fans most nights on tour.

After a purposefully drawn out dinner and lone cocktails, you freshen up your makeup in the ladies bathroom. If not for yourself...if not now, when?

Resuming your place at your table, you complete some work related tasks on your phone. After about a half hour, a final sip of your drink ends your time here as it’s getting late and you want to check out the venue for any band members, namely Boyd.

Walking slowly out of the pub opposite the venue, nonchalant as you have no real hope to see anyone. You’ve already missed the show and that was gutting enough. Your phone disturbs as you walk through the square. You take the call as you find a bench to perch on. You’re done with the call in ten minutes and you rummage with your purse putting your valuables away to get ready to set off again.

It’s dark now with only street lamps to illuminate the area, the lights from the pubs and restaurants across the street you’ve walked from and the spotlights in the perimeter of the paved square. A concert goer is sitting on a bench to your right, maybe ten metres away. He’s dimly lit but you can make out his mustard yellow Converse in the dark. At least you won’t be waiting alone around here, other fans will be hanging around too soon enough, as the initial crowd rush has subsided.

No longer paying attention, you are focused on putting your phone away into your bag, just as you turn back you see the yellow converse standing near you. Assuming the fan wants to chat, you feel relief that actually, you won’t have to keep to yourself and it won’t be so boring. By the time you look up to meet the guy’s gaze, your stomach is already in acrobatics mode. You don’t show it and remain calm. It’s him standing there.

‘Hello, are you ok?’ he says.

You try to pretend you’ve never seen him before. He’s waiting and you’re not replying.

Do I ask what he’s doing here? That would be rude and I would look disingenuous. Can’t say that I didn’t expect to see him.

’I’m ok thank you.’ Embarrassed at the blandness of your own response you add, ‘How was the concert?’

I’m sure he knows you’re a fan if you are hanging by the venue right now and probably trying to meet him, it’s best to be upfront.

‘I wouldn’t be a good judge of that, you were not there?’ he asks.

‘No..unfortunately I couldn’t get a ticket in time, I tried to get in but...no luck’ you say.

He hesitates briefly, ‘What’s your name? I’m Brandon.’

You smile , ‘Hi Brandon, I’m Y/N.’

You notice his eyes reflect the lights around you. There’s kindness and concern in his eyes too. Butterflies start flying.

‘Y/N, Where are you headed, can I give you a ride?’

The shock and the butterflies are starting to do a number on you. ‘A ride? Wait..aren’t you going back to your bus now for the next show..and the fans are hanging around there I’m sure?’

‘I’ve been rushed by them already, so not feeling like hanging out tonight, not the most respectful crowd..’

‘That sucks, sorry.’ you apologise on behalf of all fans.

‘Don’t apologise, I’d rather be here than there,..you haven’t rushed me. Came here to get away and saw you..’ those brown eyes are killing you. You can hardly believe what he’s saying. You look him in the eye and you both hesitate.

‘What made you come over?’ you feel a bit bold, but keep a neutral tone and keep the eye contact.

‘I got a different vibe from you.’ He holds out his arm to you.

Trying not to instantly reach for his hand, you take too long and he carefully takes your hand pulling you up from your seat. Face to face you’re as tall as him at 5’10 and it feels weirdly intimate standing here like this. He’s silent.

‘..oh and I don’t need to be anywhere... live close enough so don’t worry about the ride. Thank you so much though.’

He smiles, ‘You’re welcome, I’m glad you don’t have to be anywhere. D’ya want to hang out for a while, the others will be on the bus too.’ He reassures.

No more polite declines as you give in, smiling ‘I’d like that.’

Walking side by side, from the corner of your eye you see he’s watching you. When you get near the tour buses, Brandon weaves you towards them, past fans, quickly and at enough distance so they don’t notice or bother you.

You reach the bus and stop at the sliding door. He unlocks the door, opens it for you and guides you in, ever so lightly placing his hand on the small of your back. Locking it behind him, he climbs the step up to you. It’s a cozy space, with a central isle and sleeping quarters divided by screens. He walks you through, past the bunk beds, where the space opens up to plush sofas wrapped around three walls. There are 30’s style wall sconces. Windows are covered and the place is like a comfort cocoon. There’s a traditional patterned rug in the centre of the room in gold and burgundy shades. The lights are dim, relaxed and golden warm here.

He breaks the silence and says, ‘Plus I came over because you’re beautiful.’ Your stomach truly flips out when you hear him say it.

[thequeenb]

Can you please do a sad Kamilah fic? Like her dying

I am in nostalgic about BB so here it is?

And that moment i can feel her weight being lifted. I hold her tighter as i try to brush away the thought that she will soon be gone. And the moment i open my eyes i face my greatest fear.

Kamilah's ashes spread out in the night sky and i desperately reach out to them. My heart is torn in two as i watch the love of my life fade away. I manage to get ahold of the remaining ashes but i have nothing left.

The tsunami of emotions is near and i sit there silent as i wait. And there it goes. My whole body tremble and my voice comes out like an angry lion. Her name echoes to each and every building of New York. Everything around me feels distant as my pain takes me to a world of grief

How could i let this happen to the one woman i dared to love? How can i move on? I look down to my hands and i wonder which part of her i am holding into. The sight can't be described and if it could it would break every heart that could understand this feeling.

She was always scared about losing a simple useless fragile mortal, but i never thought i would lose her. She was so powerful and strong i never thought i would ever let go. But i do

I let go of the ashes as i slowly look up at the sky. The colours are changing and with it a new day is waiting on the edge of it all. A day without her by my side, a day of shallowness and emptiness.

A single tear roll down my face but i dont bother wiping it away. As i beg to god for mercy i can suddenly feel hope within me and i have the urge to smile and you might be wondering. Are you crazy? No i am not

I can feel Kamilah near me and you might ask how but i cant explain. Because Kamilah for me was always hope, she always took care of me she always made sure i am satisfied. She visited me already i knew she couldn't stay away. So i get up. I get up and take a long deep breath trying to focus on what's next.

I look at the sky one last time as the moonlight fades knowing in between the line of the darkness and the light, Kamilah is there.

[blackandblueandstars]

MC falling asleep in Kamilah’s arms on the private jet and Kamilah holding her protectively and warning the others not to wake her up

Amy hadn’t slept in three days, so when Kamilah heard her snores coming from her arms, she vowed to do anything to let her rest. Admittedly, she didn’t know that ‘anything’ would be such a tall order.

“Kamilah, I wanted to talk to you about --” Adrian came up to her, nose buried in his laptop.

“Shhhh!” she hissed, glaring at him.

“Oh,” he whispered. “Sorry.”

He walked back to his seat, glancing back at Kamilah once or twice, brows furrowed.

Then, Jax decided that flying through the air was the perfect time for some practice with his katana. Every clash of metal reverberated through the cabin.

“So help me Gods!” Kamilah hissed, eyes blazing red as she stared at Jax.

“Uh...sorry,” he said, sheathing his katana and lifting his hands in defense. “My bad.”

“OH MY GOD!” shouted Lily, her thumbs mashing against the device in her hand. “You sonuva--”

Kamilah growled, drawing Lily’s attention. Her face drained of color when she saw Kamilah’s bright red eyes staring back at her.

“Heh, heh,” she laughed, nervously. She shut off her game, sinking further into her seat to avoid Kamilah’s glare.

Kamilah finally relaxed, having successfully scared all of their friends into submission. She kissed Amy’s head softly, overcome with love.

“Mmm,” Amy murmured. “Kami?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Kamilah said with a sigh.

[lightning-fury]

Meant To Be

Pairing: Kamilah × MC (Amy)

Note: So @clan-sayeed-fic and I had this crazy idea about writing a fic together (well I have a bad memory but i think it was her idea so don't blame me 😁 )

This is a collaboration to see how this fic will look considering our different writing styles.

Please tell us what you think, hope you enjoy it 😉 .

Summary: A tragic event leads to an open spot in clan Sayeed. Guess who's the new member?

Warning: I have no idea what to warn you about 😅 (please don't kill me for my bad jokes).

Chapter one: Sorry

Written by @lightning-fury 

==> chap 2

Amy’s life wasn’t exactly normal she got her share of dark /weird /tragic series of events. But nothing from what she experienced had ever prepared her for this.

“If someone told me 3 days ago” she said to herself “that I’ll be standing in the middle of a hidden temple down Central Park in front of an about to be president of the U.S senator, 2 powerful CEOs, a crime lord, a famous designer, and a rich  ... Creep! Whom are all vampires who form a secret council that run all of New Work and about to determine whether I’ll live or die?”

She continued

“Fuck, I’ll call’em crazy and run as fast as my legs can take me”

The council members have been arguing, since the moment Vega, Senator Adam Vega to be accurate started the meeting an hour ago

“Since this is about the empty place in clan Sayeed, I’ll be leading today’s meeting instead of our senior member” he motioned to Kamilah who nod in approval,  although Kamilah didn’t speak a single word since she came she still radiates power and grace.

Vega continued “I open the vote proceedings on the post-facto petition Amy Clark to join clan Sayeed”

All eyes turned to Amy

“What a snack” Priya Lacroix the famous designer eyed the girl hungrily “what about handing her to me” she winked at Amy “you and I will have so much fun”

Kamilah looked at Priya like she’s seriously considering what she said

“I mean how bad it can be” Amy said to herself “I’ll take anyone but Kamilah”

“I say we give that place to that Jax dude, with their leader in our pockets we’ll end the clanless rebellion” said Lester Castellanos

“Oh! The creep has a brain after all”

“Guess who the crazy one is now? Amy” the blond inhaled deeply “How did I get myself in this madness anyway?”

*******

2 days ago

« Where am I? » Amy opened her eyes confused

“It is dark, cold.., I can’t move.” she shifted trying to regain even a fraction of control over her body but she failed.

“I can’t...” her heart beats started to race “why?  Am I dead?”

“Hunger! I’m hungry” she thought “I’m craving something, like my life depends on it, but what is it?”

Suddenly a wave of light overtook the darkness surrounding her, and then she heard a man’s voice

“It’s time!”

When her vision adjusted to the light, she looked around making sense of her where about

“A basement? I’m in a sarcophagus!” she said.

The place is ancient like it’s out of a fairytale castle of old. Next to her a handsome man in a suit, it look expensive. There is also a woman standing far away, she’s well dressed too, wearing a purple jacket over a white shirt and dark purple pants. But she looks annoyed, like she’d rather be anywhere else but here.

“They look familiar!”  She thought

Memories of the night’s events that come rushing to Amy, she jumped overwhelmed by what she remembered.

“I was .., the party .., blood .., that girl!” she said in panic.

Amy was cut short by the woman, she was standing in front of her in a flash.

“How did she got here that fast”

The woman leaned closing the distance between them; allowing Amy to get a better look. Her expression is a mixture of anger, grief and regret. But gods! she is so beautiful, a goddess everything about her is perfect from the light brown silky skin,  brown straight hair to the crimson red eyes of hers, down to her full lips Amy could’ve melt in the woman’s touch, well  if it wasn’t for the hand chocking her and the deadly look the woman’s giving  her .

“That girl had a name” the woman snarled, jaw tight “and you killed her”

“Kamilah, please!” the man appealed to her.

She loosens her grip on the girl’s neck and in a blink of an eye she was by the stairs leaving.

“Wait!  Where are you going? We must explain  ...” the man tried to stop her.

She posed mid-way fists clenched “I don’t want to see her face. Not now” she turned her back and kept walking

“Deal with her.”

And like that she left.

Amy didn’t understand what was going on “why is she angry with me. What did I do to her? I don’t even know her” she asked herself confused, the man who still there approached.

“Please don’t mind Kamilah, she’s still grieving.” he helped Amy sit

“I’m Adrian ... Raines.” He introduced himself

Adrian was nothing like Kamilah Amy thought there is sadness in his eyes, buried deep inside but he has a smile warm enough to reassure anyone who sees it that everything will be okay.

“Raines, huh!” Amy looked at him “like that rich CEO”

“The one and only” Adrian laughed softly his expression turned serious “Amy I know that you must be confused and that you want answers” he looked at her concerned.

“What I’m about to say may sound crazy, but it’s the truth. You remember the party right?”

“Yes” Amy answered heart pounding in her chest somehow she know what he’s about to say. “It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. What I saw is real” she said to herself.

“Because of that attack, the only way to save you was to turn you. Amy you became a …”

Adrian resumed

“A vampire.”

*******

Back to the present

“Vampires!  Who would’ve believed they do exist. Vicious creatures of the night, and now I’m one of them”

Adrian’s voice cut her thoughts

“Are you all forgetting Elizabeth’s wish?” that gained the others attention “she wanted Amy to take her place and we must honor her last wish”

Kamiah’s body tensed at the mention of Elizabeth’s name, but she quickly regained her calm composer, it happened in a matter of seconds but Amy noticed the change, maybe it was thanks to her new high senses that she noticed in the first place, but to be honest the girls couldn’t take her eyes off the “Vampire Queen” as Adrian referred to her.

Amy didn’t saw Kamilah since that day in the basement. Although Amy knew how much the old vampire despise her, she couldn’t help but yearn to see her again, there is this thing about Kamilah; it’s like a magnet drawing the blond to her. But in this case it’s better to describe it as a moth drawn to fire.

That basement was under Adrian’s company. The young CEO was nice to Amy “Tho he told her that he wasn’t as young as she thought”, Adrian explained everything to her about the vampires, the clans and how she must be accepted in a clan or else the council will execute her or she’ll turn to a feral whichever come first. He also walked her through her first feeding.

“Amy! .. Amy!” it was Vega this time who got the new blood out of her mind space “Do you want to add anything before we resume”

“No” Amy shrug.

“Okay, if you are in favor of her petition for clan membership, please say ‘aye’.”  Said Vega

“Adrian?”

“Aye” Adrian declared.

“Priya?”

“She’s better placed with my toy collection” Priya purred like a cat “So Nay”

“Lester?”

“Nay” Said Lester.

“Baron?”

Amy looked at the Baron. Adrian told her all about him, despicable, vile, a criminal through and through.

But when she saw him today he didn’t look like how Adrian described, beside his curses at Priya and Lester’s comments he didn’t say anything.

“Elizabeth and I had our differences” he grumbled “but I respected her and I’ll respect her wish, it’s an ‘Aye’ from me” said the Baron.

Adam cleared his throat “That’s 2 ‘aye’s, and 2 ‘nay’s. My own vote is an ‘Aye’ I have no reason to object, bringing the ‘aye’s to three.”

“Four ‘aye’ votes are needed to pass the petition” he stated “that means the deciding vote goes to Kamilah.”

Amy stood there petrified “Kamilah’s vote will determine my fate” she swallowed hard, her heart started pounding like a hammer.

Kamilah smirked looking at the girls for the first time since she graced this temple with her presence, “Is she enjoying seeing me like this” Amy thought “she must be hearing the raising of my heart beats” the blond closed her eyes “breath Amy …  breath, don’t give her the satisfaction”

There is no doubt that Kamilah want Amy dead, but she seemed divided/ tormented between 2 paths ‘Having to live with the one who caused her little sister’ death from now on by Accepting Amy in her clan’ Or ‘taking  her revenge and not respecting Elizabeth’s last wish’.

The vampire queen closed her eyes, she made her decision.

Waiting for Kamilah to cast her vote felt like ages. It’s like time froze.

“Aye” Kamilah said and regretted saying it the moment the word left her mouth, but there’s no turning back now.

All the noises around Amy was muted, Priya seems displeased, Vega and Raines are saying something about her getting some kind of a brand but she didn’t care, she should be happy, relieved. But she’s not, instead she feel guilty, ashamed, tears forming in her green eyes “Maybe I don’t deserve to live, why did I survived? She should’ve lived not me”

She saw Kamilah heading her way; Amy tried to gather the courage to speak.

“Kamilah ...”

The vampire stopped next to Amy refusing to look at her.

Amy wanted to express her gratitude, she wanted to apologize, she wanted to hug Kamilah and comfort her.

But all that came out is a muffled whisper “s-sorry” the blond said.

“Save it” Kamilah scowled and walked away.

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