Sydney carried the brown paper bag in her arms tightly as she walked down the corridor. She’d spent the past hour in the grocery store, strolling through the fresh produce section before sneaking into the aisles. The bag was packed with whole foods, though she’d sprinkled in some snacks she’d remembered Adrian pouting over. A few treats couldn’t hurt, especially after the week he’d had. All day yesterday he’d been texting her, complaining about his boredom and lack of food in the cupboards. She’d been too busy with her assignments to respond. Ms. Terwilliger had practically run her off of her feet.
Sydney shifted slightly as she reached for her set of spare keys, opening the apartment door after a moment’s struggle. “Hey,” she called as she pushed the door open. “Guess who’s here to save yo-” The words caught in her throat. The bag of groceries dropped to the ground with a thud, and Sydney choked at the sight in front of her.
Adrian was on the couch, his clothes scattered on the floor as though they’d been thrown. A Moroi woman straddled him, legs on either side of his bare lap. She was half dressed, her blouse discarded; a pencil skirt Sydney would’ve admired in any other situation sat high on her hips. The two broke apart from what appeared to be a passionate-and loud- kiss. Their heads whipped toward her in unison.
Sydney screeched. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Oh my God. Oh my God.” She slapped her hand over her eyes, whipping around. She tripped as she scurried into the hallway, away from the scene she had unwittingly stumbled into.
Adrian called after her, cursing under his breath. He gently pushed the Moroi woman off of him, ignoring her as she threw a stream of curse words in his direction. He jumped off of the couch, scanning the room. Deciding that his clothes were too far apart to put on in time to catch up with Sydney, he jogged toward the door, snatching a dishcloth from the counter just before heading into the hallway.
“Sage!” He called after her fleeing body, watching as the glass doors of the entrance flew open. He picked up his pace, clutching the cloth between his lower abdomen and upper thighs as he ran after her. “Hold on a second!”
Sydney did not, in fact, hold on. She ran to her car, fumbling for the keys. Even across the parking lot, Adrian could see that her face was bright red. A tiny smirk tugged at his lips, though he quickly forced it back down as he approached her. “Sage,” he panted. “Jesus, you run fast.”
“I didn’t see anything!” Sydney squeaked, pointedly avoiding looking at him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know- I didn’t think…I didn’t know you were…”
“Entertaining guests?” Adrian offered. His grin returned as Sydney was sent into a coughing fit.
“I was just stopping by with groceries. You told me you were out of food. You actually said a lot of things yesterday. Like how bored and lonely you were.”
“Precisely.” Adrian laughed as Sydney groaned. He could see the colours of her aura burning along with her embarrassment. “I found a way to entertain myself.”
“More than just yourself.” Sydney choked as the words found their way out of her mouth. Adrian howled, his shoulders shaking.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that now.”
The click of heels against pavement became prominent as the Moroi woman marched toward them. Her clothes had been put on in haste. She’d missed a few buttons when doing up her blouse, and her blonde hair was staticky, though the sweat from their activities had caused it to flatten against her scalp. She shot daggers over at Adrian as she pulled her keys out from a small black purse. “You fucking pig,” she spat.
“Whoa there.”
“Dump his ass!” She called out to Sydney, shaking her head. Her eyes narrowed; lips pursed in disgust as she tossed her bag into her red convertible. She flopped into the driver’s side, calling out. “He never even mentioned you, babe. You deserve better!”
Sydney watched the Moroi drive away with raised eyebrows, the sound of squealing tires filling the empty parking lot. Despite everything, she found herself staring after the vehicle, a low whistle escaping her lips. “Sweet ride,” she whispered to herself. “1965 convertible Mustang. Mint condition.”
“Shall I get you her number?” Adrian asked, his eyes glinting in amusement. His smile stretched across his face freely. “I won’t be able to call her again, but I bet she’d pick up for you.”
Sydney’s head whipped towards him, redness continuing to spread across her cheeks and down her chest. Her face felt like it was on fire. She clasped her steering wheel, hands slipping from the sweat that was gathering. She glanced at Adrian, immediately regretting the decision as her gaze fell on his bare chest.
Adrian watched as her eyes sank lower. His heart thud painfully against his ribcage. Though his hearing was exceptional, he couldn’t hear that Sydney’s heart had picked up considerably as well.
Her eyes fell on the cloth that Adrian desperately clutched in front of him. It was the only piece of modesty he had, though it hardly counted. The dishtowel was short and white, with capitalized block lettering proudly stating ‘I LIKE BIG BUNDTS, I CANNOT LIE!’
Sydney’s aura swirled with more colours than Adrian had ever seen before. She ripped her gaze away from him, studying her own hands that clutched the wheel. Her knuckles turned white.
“Are you okay?” His voice softened, smile fading as he watched her. “I really didn’t mean for you to see that, Sage. I’m sorry.”
“It’s your house, Adrian. You can do whatever you please.”
“I know. I just…I feel bad, Sage. You’re clearly embarrassed.”
“I mean…You’re clearly standing in front of my car in only a dishtowel, Adrian. Your…” She hesitated, lowering her voice. “Your butt is out. You’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“I had to make sure you were okay! There was no time!”
“Tell that to the police. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Gold eyes rolled upwards.
“Look, just tell me that you’re okay. I don’t want you going home traumatized. Lord knows I can’t afford to pay my own therapy bill, let alone yours.”
“I’m fine! Can we just drop it?” Sydney shook her head frantically, screaming. “No! Don’t drop it! Do not drop it!”
Adrian cackled once more. “The towel is secure, Sage. I promise.”
“Let’s just pretend this never happened. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine.”
“We’re all fine,” Adrian repeated through his laughter. “But especially me. I’ve often been told I am a fine specimen of a man.”
“I hate you.” Sydney groaned, forcing her eyes closed. “I’m leaving now. Goodbye. This never happened.”
Adrian stood back from the car, waving goodbye with one hand. He watched as Sydney started up Latte, pulling out of her guest parking spot. He remained there until she accelerated forward. Adrian’s heart pounded in his chest, a warm feeling settling over him. He hummed to himself as he turned back to the entrance of the building, making his way back home.
Sydney blushed, pulling her gaze from the rear-view mirror.
I'm gonna start posting my nonsensical ideas for Sydrian aus because I miss them
Ridiculous youtuber au where Adrian watches Sydney's videos so he can pass his art history class and keeps watching every nerdy thing she posts because he has a crush on her. He eventually makes his own art channel and by the time they meet at a convention they're huge fans of each other
This idea brought to you by how much I love that he actually listens to her talk about stuff like ancient Greece and encourages her, and even remembers some big words sometimes
When they get married and go to Lissa for refuge and people assume they're faking it to help Sydney, they are correct.
Sydney got caught for one of the 5 other things she was doing against the Alchemists, like being in contact with Marcus, doing magic, stealing files or being too close to the whole gang, maybe she actually ran away in the the end of TIS but got caught. Adrian rescues her because he loves her, even though they weren't in a relationship.
Lots of mutual pining, Adrian doesn't want to take advantage of the situation she's in, or to think that she's only with him because she needs him or because she's grateful, Sydney thinks he doesn't want her after she rejected him much more forcefully than in canon.
I don't know if it's better to not have Daniella there so they're alone in the apartment or have her there and not knowing their marriage is fake, so they have to sleep in the same bed and act lovey dovey in front of her.
When they run away to rescue Jill they both wonder it the other is gonna want to end things now that they're not under the queen's protection anymore, but they keep finding excuses to keep up the act even though they aren't at court.
He breaks the surface for a third time, panting. His dark, messy hair now sopping wet, plastered to his handsome face. “It’s no use,” his voice is ragged. “I can’t see anything.” Without a word, I take a deep breath and plunge into the water. My eyes are open but they might as well be closed. Blackness all around me, water surging up my nose. I blink, determined. Suddenly two firm hands are gripping my shoulders, yanking me to the surface.
"Hey!" he shouts, his emerald eyes intense. "There’s no point!" He moves to brush my wet hair away from my face. "It’s pitch black down there." If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was concern in those piercing eyes. I’d made the decision to trust this man, and so far he hadn’t disappointed me. And now we’re both going to die. All because of me.
My lip trembles. “This is all my fault,” I sniff. “My father was right. I never should have done this.” How could I have been so childish, so selfish? I’d endangered not just my own life, but this man’s as well. “I’m so…” my voice cracks. “I’m so sorry, Jet.” I turn away, I can’t look at him. A muffled sob escapes me.
A moment passes before he speaks. “Adrian.”
I look to him, wiping at my eyes. “What?”
"My real name is Adrian Ivashkov." He gives me a small, sad smile. "Someone might as well know." The black water rises steadily to our necks in response. I can’t help but smile back. My voice still thick with tears, I shrug, "I have magic hair that glows when I sing."
Jet —Adrian— looks at me like I just sprouted another head. “What?!”
My eyes widen in realization. “I…have…magic hair…” I exclaim, newfound energy coursing through me, “…that glows when I sing!” I gasp, “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine—” Just as the water rises up over our heads, I wrap my arm around Adrian’s neck and down we sink.
I’ve done this a number of different ways so let’s try this on for size.
Showers of sparks erupted from the busted lights and the doors flew open. A figure was walking toward them. It was…well…it looked like…a girl. But that couldn’t be possible. This thing…whatever it was…had the power to raise people from Hell, it burned people’s eyes out of their skulls. Maybe it could assume the form of what looked to be a small blonde human girl in a tan blazer and black dress pants, but it was still a monster…demon…whatever. The traps weren’t working. Fuck. She—it was coming closer. Adrian and Wolfe opened fire. It just kept coming.”Who are you?” Adrian growled. The girl’s gaze was steady, her delicate features set tight with pride. “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”
"Yeah," Adrian scoffed. "Thanks for that." And he shoved the demon-killing blade right into its chest. Nothing happened. Adrian’s eyes widened. The girl…the thing…whatever she—it was, looked down at the knife sticking out of her chest, tilted her head to the side curiously, then plucked the knife from her body as if it was a stray hair and tossed it aside. Wolfe was fast, coming from behind with a crowbar. Without even turning to look, the girl’s arm snapped up, grabbing the crowbar and wrenching it from Wolfe’s grasp. She rounded on him, extending two fingers and pressing them to his forehead. Wolfe fell to the ground with a thud. Son of a bitch, Adrian cursed silently. He could only stare in horror as she turned around to face him.
"We need to talk, Adrian." Her voice was low and serious. Her amber brown eyes flitted to Wolfe’s unconscious form then back to meet his. "Alone."
Sydrian Zombie Apocalypse AU
↳When a futuristic super vaccine turns into a deadly plague, the world finds itself hurled face first into Zombie-land. Sydney Sage is away at college when disaster strikes, and thinks only of journeying back home, in hopes of reuniting with her family. When all hope seems lost, she finds a savior in the most unlikely of sources.
The world was on fire and burning fast. My mind was one track. I had to get back home. I sent a small, silent prayer up to whoever might be listening, and set off to find my family. I had no way of knowing if my father had been 'lucky' like me, no way of knowing if my little sister had been spared from the vaccine. My mother...had she given in and taken it too? Were any of them still alive...still...human? I didn't know. But I had to find out.
Sydrian/SPN crack!AU [requested by anon] [no, really]
↳When their beloved callistana's time in this world comes to a close and Ms. T proves to be no help, Sydney and Adrian turn to Dean Winchester, the supernatural hunter they met that one time (x) to inquire about how they might go about summoning a creature of Hell. Things don't go exactly as planned.
"Dean said they'd be here as soon as possible," Sydney said, eyeing the gaunt sandy haired blonde boy, who looked to be about the same age as Adrian, with disbelief. "He has no idea how this happened."
"Then I'd like to be gone as soon as possible," the boy snapped. "I don't want anything to do with the Winchesters."
"You wouldn't, would you?" Adrian narrowed his eyes. "They hunt things like you, am I right?"
"I already told you," the boy, who was insistent his name was Adam, said through gritted teeth. "I'm not a demon."
"That sure does sound like something a demon would say," Adrian shot back.
"Don't they hunt things like you, vampire boy?"
"No one is hunting anyone," Sydney stepped in between them. "Dean is our friend."
"Yeah, good luck with that," Adam scoffed.
"Aren't demons-"
"He's not a demon," Sydney cut her boyfriend off with a frustrated sigh. "He passed all the tests, Adrian." She turned back to the boy whose existence was still a mystery. "Dean sounded so shocked when I told him your name. And you clearly have a dislike for him. How exactly do you two know each other?"
"It's not-- I..." The boy, Adam, sighed heavily. "Look, it's complicated. You wouldn't understand."
