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sheabuttahwrites · 1 year

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The Shelf Life Of Honey ( a Masego short )

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pt.1 ::

When she heard her bedroom door come open, she didn't even have to look; she already knew it was him. But, since it was him, she was gonna look. Her TV provided the only light, but it was enough. He glided across the threshold, his twisted ponytail grazing the top of the doorframe. He smiled goofily at her, showing all of his pretty teeth before he turned to slowly and silently close the door, locking it with the same care. She stifled a smile, keeping her eyes on him as he made his way around to the empty side of her bed. He had on striped pajama pants and a white knit tank top, looking like somebody’s Jamaican uncle. But his arms and shoulders were looking a bit thicker than the last time she’d seen him. He had said something about a gym membership a while ago, but she didn’t think his lil skinny self would actually do it. His chest even looked a little bulkier. She had to admit, resisting the urge to stare at him and all of his newness was a slight feat.

“Mally Mal.” He took a seat and situated himself up against her headboard. “What up?” She sighed, loosening the reins enough to let out a smirk. He dropped his face, chuckling into his palm. “I know. I should've told you I was coming.”

“You should've.”

“I didn’t know how.”

She turned to her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Micah, really?” He almost winced at her use of his full name. “Stop it. You could've shot me a quick text.”

“I wanted to. Honestly, I didn’t know how you would feel about it. And I didn't wanna just flake on KJ.”

“I already told you I wasn’t mad at you.”

“You say that, but then I don’t see you or hear from you for a month.”

“Well, that works both ways.”

“…I was giving you space.”

“Yeah. Because you know you were dead wrong.”

He sighed. “Come on, Mal.”

After their unplanned hiatus, she was surprised to see him step into her parents’ house with a suitcase. It was her little brother’s thirtieth birthday weekend. Per his tradition, he was spending the first part of his birthday with the family, so she knew Mic would be there, just not that he’d be staying. Talking about his parents were out of town. Of course, hers had offered him a room. They’d insisted, she was sure.

They all knew she and ‘best friend’, as she so affectionately called him, had been beefing since Christmas, but no one knew why exactly. At least she didn't think so. She just wished someone would’ve had the decency to tell her about the arrangements. Since they had obviously been planned ahead of time. ‘Oh, yeah. Mic is staying for the weekend,’ her mom had revealed after she’d seen the annoyed look on Mallory’s face, and after Micah was already inside. You don’t say.

“What were you trying to do anyway?” Mal continued.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

“Were you trying to make me jealous or something?”

“No! How could I be doing that when she was just my friend?” he asked.

“Your ‘friend’… that you brought to Christmas? Ok.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“I could even see Thanksgiving, but Christmas? That’s deep.”

“Nah, it’s really not. I told you, she couldn’t afford to get back home, so I just invited her to hang with the fam.”

“Because you’re just so nice, right?”

“Yeah, I am. And you could've given her a chance, she’s good people. I couldn’t just let her be by herself for Christmas.”

Her frown had some serious weight to it. She didn't give a fuck how ‘good’ this girl supposedly was. “Oh, please don’t tell me what I could’ve done. When you could’ve very well left her where she was. She’s a grown ass woman, she would’ve managed.”

“But you ain't mad, though.”

“I’m not.” She rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “I’m literally not.”

He kissed his teeth. “I think you might need to reevaluate your definition of ‘literally’.” She glared up at him and a laugh buzzed past his lips. He knew the real reason for her temper, which was why he could find some humor in the mess. “Anyway, how you been? I ain’t seen you in a whole month, girl. You look good.”

“It’s dark in here, Mic, and I’m under the covers. You can’t even see me.” She knew he was just trying to charm his way out of the hot seat.

“I can see you a lil bit. And I don’t even need to see you to know you look good.” He shrugged, trading in his playful tone for a serious one. After all, he was serious.

She tried to thug it out, but a flattered smile grew from her smugness and she rolled her eyes. A lot less intense than before. “Mhm. Thank you, I guess. You look aight.” Tickled, he smiled enormously, dropping his head into a silent laugh. She took her giggles down into her pillow, reaching up to grab his arm as she buried her face.

“Wooow.”

“I’m just playing, best friend. You actually lookin’ kinda diesel,” she added, scanning over his upper body more freely this time.

“Well, you know…” He puffed his chest up, flexing his arms out in front of him. “I been working out, y’ah mean? Lifting real heavy,” he said, bobbing his head with his last couple of words. She fast returned to her pillow while he laughed aloud at his own silliness. “But hey, um, don’t stay away from me that long again, aight?”

“Yeah. You, too.”

He nodded. “And just so you know, it really wasn’t like that with her. Even if I was interested, which I’m not, she has a boyfriend.”

“What does that matter? Niggas cheat every day, B.”

“Look, Mal. I know you know we’ve already had this conversation. So you also know I don’t want that girl.”

“I don’t know nothing.”

“Well, I’m telling you now. I don’t,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “Now what?”

“Whatever.” She sent her eyes on yet another spin, turning away and covering her mouth as a smile was creeping onto her face.

“Yeah, stop playin’ with me. You know what’s up.”

“Nah, tell me what’s up.”

“I want you.”

A knot jumped into her throat. Her smile fell and she started to shake her head. “Stop it, Micah.”

“No, because I can't remember a time when I haven't.” Shamefully, every woman he’d been with had just been a placeholder. “I need you to know that.”

“Mm mm.” He was still talking when she brought her hands up, clapping them in front of her face before shushing him.

“Why?” The sly grin had made its way to him now. “You just said to tell you.” She averted her gaze. The butterflies in her stomach were instantly at a full ten. “What you scared of? You can fall, mama. I’ma catch you, I promise.”

She tried glancing up at him again and realized just how unprepared for this she was.

“Come on, talk to me.”

“…You're right,” she said, finally facing him as she unknowingly donned her pain. “We did have this conversation. So, why would you show up with another woman?”

He wanted to kick himself. The Christmas blow up had occurred right as they were courting the idea of maybe exploring things past their friendship. It had started as a joke during Thanksgiving. Something slick his mom had said about him ending up alone if he continued to overlook the blessing right in front of him. Micah and Mallory were having a laugh about it later that night when it somehow turned into a bit of a confessional for both of them. Apparently there had been a mutual crush when they were younger, that neither of them knew about at the time. A crush that clearly still had legs.

“I know how it looks. I know that now. I don’t always stop and think stuff through, but I’m aware that I need to be more mindful when it comes to certain things. Still though, I meant everything I said to you that night.”

“…You know she probably like you.”

“All I'm worried about is you.”

“You hurt my feelings. Real bad.”

He slid down beside her, needing to be on her level. “I’m sorry, Shug . That's the last thing I was tryna do.”

When he invited his coworker to join them, he didn’t know Mal would take it so badly. He hadn’t even thought that much into it. In his mind, he was innocently bringing a guest for the holidays. Obviously, Mal did not agree. She’d claimed she wasn’t mad, but proceeded to give both of them the cold shoulder the entire day. And when she left, she barely said goodbye. He’d spoken to her just once since then, right after it had happened, for maybe five or ten minutes. The tone of that conversation was the final indicator that she was gonna need some time.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

A deep breath helped her shake some of the nerves, but more than a few remained. Even in near darkness, she still couldn’t look at him. She didn’t think she’d ever be saying these words aloud, but the door had been opened for her to walk on through. “…This past month has been long,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers.

“It has.”

“I thought about you a lot. Like, every day. Sometimes in ways that I haven't really before. I tried to make myself stop…” she scraped up the courage to lift her eyes and was met with his, “but I couldn't. I wanted to call you so many times, but I was just too angry. And then… I had to be real with myself. Because there’s a reason why I was so upset.”

“…Ok. What’s up?”

“…I love our friendship with my whole soul. Like, you’re really my best friend, for real. But… I think we could be more. I wanna be more.”

Her confession had hit him right in the chest. It almost mirrored exactly what those four weeks had felt like for him. The only difference being the direction of his anger; he was mad at himself, not her.

“Yeah?” His smile was uncontrollable. He wasn't expecting her to say any of this to him tonight, but the last part was the most unexpected.

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the thought of it crashing and burning has played over and over in my head. But, like… it could also work and I’m gonna try to focus on that.”

“Nah, ain’t nothing about to crash and burn. But I’m ready to try with you.”

“I just don't want it to get weird, you know? Keeping our friendship intact is important to me. Even if this…”

“You gon’ be my best friend til they put me in the dirt. And then I’ma see if God can help me come find you in the afterlife, because I love you too much to ever be without you… aight?”

“Ok,” she laughed, feeling her face start to warm up.

“Hold on.” He reached back to turn on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. “There you go. See, I knew I was right.” She smiled sheepishly, sure sweat beads would be lining her forehead soon now that there was no barrier to his fineness. “Look at me, though. I want you to know I’m serious. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Ok. I believe you.”

“Alright.”

“So, now,” she slid closer, draping her arm up over his shoulder, “I can tell you that I never liked any of your girlfriends. Not one.”

“Yeah? Well, I never liked any of them niggas you called yourself datin’ either. Even the ones I acted like I was cool with. Hated them niggas, actually.”

“You don’t like nobody.”

“Facts. But this a whole ‘nother level, shorty.”

She giggled into his chest as he rested his hand on her waist, over her blanket. Then, like two Cheshire Cats, they lay there just grinning at each other. Her concerns were his as well, but he had so much faith in what they could be that he was willing to take the risk. He was also prepared to reassure her every step of the way if that's what she needed. They had too much going for them to not at least try. And, if there were blessings to be had, he didn’t want to be the one standing in the way. She had always felt like one to him.

“What do we even do now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Whatever we want.”

He licked his lips and she found herself needing to use more effort than usual to pull her attention away from them. Pretty and pink, glistening. Thick. Ready. Especially the bottom one. It had been calling out to her for as long as she could remember. He caught on to her struggle right away, as she was doing a horrible job of masking it. Licking her own lips, eyes darting around but only after lingering on his perfect pout for a little longer than she’d like him to know. He grinned in amusement.

“I see you.” Her head fell and they both laughed. “C’mere,” he muttered, lifting her chin and watching her bright eyes lower as he closed in. When their lips touched, heart rates spiked. He interrupted to check the temperature, just to make sure he wasn’t alone. One look and any inhibitions she may have had were no more. She instantly parted his lips with her tongue, melting into the sheets. He stroked her face and clung to her lips like they were keeping him alive. Years and years of terrible longing made them an unbridled pair, but there was a tenderess about it. The way his hand never became as impatient as his kisses. The way her arm hung lazily over his shoulder in sweet surrender.

She let him under the covers and erased the space between them, hurrying her hips toward his. She couldn’t get close enough fast enough. She wanted to be engulfed by him. His kisses slipped down to her neck and a wave of warmth washed over her entire body. The tingles made her toes curl as she tried her hardest to tame the beast looming between her thighs. She forced them together, squirming as his hand neared her ass. A heated internal debate led to her lightly tugging at his waistband. She wanted him desperately and she didn't have to hide it anymore. Again, the door had been opened.

“I wanna feel it,” she breathed into his ear.

It took him a second, but his preoccupied brain eventually registered what she had said to him. He eased himself away. They were in her parents’ house, so he had to make sure he wasn’t trippin’. Her lusty eyes bore into his and he froze.

“…Here?”

“Please, fuck me.”

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Hi! I don't want to bother you if you're busy but can I request another Vikings/time traveler thing? Could you do like, how they'd react to modern music/which artists or genres they'd like and dislike? Thanks in advance I love this blog <3

How the Vikings would react to modern music, and what they'd like

Notes: To the person who requested hvitserk x reader, working on it rn! I love getting requests anon, so this is a win-win <3

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Ragnar

he thinks that the way modern music is played is interesting

how bluetooth???

while he's fascinated by the technology, he also likes modern music

I can see him listening to Arctic monkeys tbh

def wants to take it all in but prefers rock and some strong guitar in the background

Lagertha

while she, like everyone else, is fascinated by modern technology, I don't think she'd actually enjoy the music all that much

gives you a respectful nod

maybe heavy metal in battle prep

she do be giving girl in red enjoyer vibes though

Aslaug

i think she'd like kind of whimsical, witchy music

big Aurora fan me thinks (maybe Lana del Rey?)

honestly, i think she and Sigurd might be able to bond over a shared taste in modern music

Modern!Aslaug would definitely have a different taste to vikings Aslaug though

Bjorn

he gives me country vibes

i think young!Bjorn would quickly become a connoisseur of modern music, finding all the bops

older Bjorn however...

in all serioussness, this man would probably like country music, or maybe something the ladies can dance to

Ubbe

i feel like he's the kind of guy that would listen to quite a lot

but mostly indie rock and pop

just something that's chill

he needs something that he can vibe to, maybe while relaxing or cuddling ;)

Tadow by Masego maybe?

Hvitserk

i think he likes slow bedroom music

the Weeknd is up there, esp. the stuff from his 50 shades of grey soundtrack

same as Bjorn, he doesn't mind if it's something you'll dance to

but if he can get his fingers on a red LED-lights playlist, he'll be a happy man

but I think he'd also like rap? maybe some stuff from the black panther soundtrack...

Sigurd

my mans would have the best taste

finds actual 'underground' music

indie pop and rock, very whimsical

would try to recreate everything on the oud

most fascinated by all the different aspects

Ivar

i think he'd have very good taste actually

similar to Ragnar, but more modern

definitely darker, heavier stuff with a lot of drums, guitars, etc.

into rock, not a pop/indie type of person

i think he'd like maneskin, arctic monkeys and the Neighbourhood, maybe AC/DC if he's in the mood

Athelstan

does not like modern music

not even classical

let him have his gregorian chanting and latin songs

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supremedinosaur · 2 years

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Uncut Gems // Chapter 5: The Weird Girl

WandaNat x g!n reader

Warnings: cursing, trigger warning for panic attacks, angst

Summary: 20 years after their first born goes missing, a young detective takes a special interest in their case. All these years later, will they finally get the answers they need?

Word count: 1857

A/N: This is the final part in the series. My favorite work to have written by far and I hope everyone enjoyed the ride. I put some Easter eggs earlier in the series. I welcome you all to place your guesses 😊 Thank you very much for reading!

ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3 / ch.4

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Today was the day Marnie would be going to dinner in exchange for the case files, but she had one problem. Today was also the anniversary of her mother’s passing. Granted, it had been years since her mother’s passing and her relationship with her mother had been tumultuous, so she wasn’t as emotionally invest. Marnie had forgotten that she agreed to help her father finally move out of the family home. Caught in a bit of a bind, she remained optimistic that both could be achievable in a day.

Although her relationship with her father was strained because of her childhood, she still kept him updated and helped him from time to time. He was still her father and her only family member left at the end of the day. The man she fought so hard to please for most of her life. It also made it a lot easier with him being four years sober.

“How’s your casework going?” He asked trying to extend some kind of an olive branch to his daughter.

“Good, I have been working on this cold case for a while. Involving a local girl gone missing,” she sighed while packing up some kitchenware as her dad was taping up a box for storage.

Partly through her reply, the screeching sound of the tape unraveling came to an abrupt halt. Marnie turned around and looked at her dad questioningly.

“You okay dad?” She asked confused.

“Yeah… Yeah honey. I just remember seeing that case on tv. Terrible thing,” he replied returning to what he was doing.

The rest of the day went by quickly as they were able to get most of their packing done. When the time came for the detective to leave, she went in search of her father to tell him, that he should expect her back later. Looking around the house, she couldn’t find him anywhere, until she remembers that there was an attic that the family rarely went up to. Marnie made her way up the stairs to the door that was often ignored.

“There you are,” she said once she got to the top of the stairs.

With his back turned to the entrance, he jumped slightly not realizing that she was there. When his eyes made contact with hers, there was a tinge of fear behind them.

“Are you okay, dad?” She asked genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine, honey. I just found some old stuff of your mom’s that got me missing her is all,” he replied with a soft sigh and folded up the box before turning around to look at her.

“Oh okay. I have a dinner to get to now. I’ll be back later though to help you finish packing some more,” she informed the man.

“Yeah, sure thing honey,” he nodded following his daughter to walk her out.

Marnie went back to her apartment in the inner city to get ready for the dinner. She had never been to Masego’s but she knew enough about it to know it was higher end restaurant, which meant that she definitely had to dress the part just to get in.

The woman shuffled through her various options and finally decided on a sleeveless little black dress that had a slit going up mid-thigh. Marnie wasn’t the type of girl that wore dresses often, but when she did, she wore them well.

After applying a minimal amount of makeup and few jewelry pieces, she was quickly out the door to meet Xialing. As she drove up to the restaurant, the valet took her keys and was ushered to her table.

“You clean up beautifully detective,” her date complimented as her eyes scanned her body. Marnie grew somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze and blushed as she complimented her in return.

If you were to ask Marnie what this was, she would without a doubt, say that it was simply just a business exchange. But as the night went on, her feelings and vision of Xialing were definitely changing.

As the CEO, spoke fluidly of her travels and experiences, she was definitely more interesting than Marnie assumed to believe. Xialing was softer and more caring in a personal setting, something she separated from her professional life. Marnie didn’t want to admit it, but she was falling under the woman’s spell.

Marnie had never left her home, not even for family vacations. Her parents were both only children with no surviving grandparents. It was always the same scenery and the same people throughout her life. Xialing’s stark contradiction in experience, excited her.

“Let’s do this again, detective. The next time I’m in town,” Xialing stated as the valet handed the detective her keys.

“I’ll think about it, Ms. Wenwu,” she teased with a slight smile gracing her lips.

A gentle silence took them over and Marnie’s hand caressed down Xialing’s arm until their fingertips intertwined. Their lips brushed softly as their emotions flowed deeper into the kiss. Only focused on how perfect the other woman felt against her lips. One taste and both women were positively addicted to one another.

“I have to go,” Marnie softly said when their lips parted.

“Wait,” Xialing said not letting go of her wrist. “Don’t forget what you came for,” she reminded holding out the file in her other hand.

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Marnie didn’t bother to get changed and drove straight to her father’s house. As she arrived at the house, she noticed the lights were all off except for the one in the kitchen. It was a bit early for her father to be going to bed and the house was eerily quiet.

“Dad?” She called out slightly concerned.

“In here honey,” he replied sounding from the kitchen.

Her father finally came into eyesight, and she noticed his somber demeanor. He was hunched over the dinner table staring down at something in his lap. Raising his head up to look at her, she was able to see that he had been crying. Marnie had never seen her father cry before. Not when her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and certainly not at her mother’s funeral. Marnie was at a loss for words, the breath taken out of her like a gust of wind and her jaw slacked in shock.

“Did something happen dad?” She stuttered unable to process the scene in front of her.

“I’m so sorry honey,” he replied pulling the object out from under his lap for her to see.

There were plenty of moments where she wished her life away because of the unsurmountable amounts of struggle she constantly faced, but she always had to face reality that it wasn’t going to happen. No one was going to save her, and she was just unlucky with the cards thrown in her lap.

Marnie gasped in shock as it came into sight. It was a child’s stuffed toy, a little blue dinosaur to be specific, in perfect condition. For a long time, Marnie couldn’t speak and before she knew it wet tears flowed down her face. To think in a single instance, the life that she had led up to this point had all been a lie, was unfathomable to her.

She missed out on this whole other life with a perfect family that would have loved and sported her, but she was stripped of that right all because of who her parents were. The feelings began to overwhelm her as her breaths became shorter and she began to panic as her chest tightened. Escaping the room and running to the bathroom she began to hyperventilate, staring into the reflection of her state of duress. She quickly turned on the faucet, splashing water onto her face.

Marnie started to pace herself, taking deeper breaths, and her panic was soon taken over by painful sobs. After a couple more minutes, she was able to pull herself back together enough to face her capture. She unlocked the bathroom door and stumbled back to find her father in the same spot. Looking down at the floor she spotted the files she dropped in her frantic state. Crouching down she picked up the papers and looking through them. One particular sheet, was a photocopy of her birth certificate alongside with her forged one, confirming her assumptions.

After looking through the papers, her “father” was able to explain that her “mother,” use to work with the Ten Rings underground operations. In her time working there was when her psychotic episodes would happen. Her mother was the figure in the black that took her at the carnival and wiped her memories that day. Soon after, the woman’s psychotic episodes began, and she was let go from her position.

Initially, her father refused to accept what his wife had done, which is why they had gotten into so many arguments in Marnie’s youth. As his wife’s condition worsened, he began to ignore everything by working and drinking more that he should have.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” She questioned with a blank look on her face.

“I was going to tell you after your mother died, but the damage was done. It would only hurt you more to know the truth,” he admitted with his eyes low.

At the sound of that answer, anger suddenly surged through Marnie. “How dare you make that decision for me?! You selfish bastard! I could have gotten eight more years with them! Eight! But you took that from me!” She raged as her body shuddered with an overwhelming amount of anger.

Marnie snatched the stuffed toy and her papers storming out of the house, ignoring the man’s pleas. She sped down the highway with only one destination in mind, home.

Although it was a bit late, the family was still awake and unlocked their gates for the detective upon her arrival. When the door opened, she was greeted by an unfamiliar face. A woman a little younger than her with green eyes and soft strawberry blonde hair. They stared at each other in confusion for a moment without speaking a word.

“Baba, there’s this weird girl at the door,” she called out.

“Annie, you don’t even know her,” Y/N scolded as the sound of their voice got closer. Y/N peeked from a distance and could just see Marnie’s face. “Oh, that’s Marnie, let her in.”

Annie stepped out of the way and followed Marnie towards her parents. The pair of three were all floating about in the kitchen enjoying spending time with one another. As Marnie came into their sights, they paused, their eyes immediately shooting to the blue stuffed animal being clutched so tightly in her arms. Marnie’s eyes began to water as she struggled to say the words but ended up mouthing them. Y/N fell to their knees in shock with their heart spun so tightly with a multitude of emotions.

Natasha ran to her child hugging her tightly with tears streaming down her face. The four of them embraced their long-lost child finally returned home. Annie stood back confused why her parents were hugging a random mess of a stranger.

“Come here, brat. Your sister has returned home,” Y/N grinned tugging their daughter into the hug.

-The end.

#wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Natascha Romanoff #crime fiction #lgbtq #gender neutral reader #xialing x oc #marvel #mcu #Marvel MCU

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had.

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat.

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin.

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice.

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase.

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink.

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure.

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party.

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch.

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near.

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on.

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff.

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile.

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring.

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly.

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge.

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily.

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back.

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.”

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s.

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life.

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics.

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you.

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?”

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down.

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only.

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him.

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down.

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace.

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

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Part 4

a/n: lemme know what you think!(:

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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Maybe They're Right

Part Two

CollegeAU!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Continuation of this short. I've had this in my drafts for a minute because I didn't know how to make it better, but I sprinkled a bit bit more in so it would seem a bit more finished is that makes sense. Enjoy!

The smooth sounds of jazz played from the radio, filling the car. A Masego track to be exact. The dark sports car crept into the parking lot of the apartment complex before pulling into an empty parking spot. Erik relaxed against his seat as he waited, slipping out his phone to send you an I'm here text.

You replied immediately with a text saying you were about to walk out. Butterflies stirred in his stomach. This wasn't just a chill session anymore, it was a date. Slipping his phone into the cup holder, he heard a door close and leaned forward to look out of the window shield. Not that he could see much. But knowing it was you, he slipped out the car to greet you.

The meeting of your chunky olive green heels against the iron stairs were all he'd heard and seen before you met the second set of stairs. His gaze trailed up your body, from those long brown legs to your smile. You wore clear lipgloss, his favorite on you.

"Damn.." The curse escaped his lips as a whisper. You wore a dark fitted dress with a jacket that matched your shoes draped over your shoulders. Not casual like he'd thought you'd go for, but he didn't mind it at all. But then again he knew that was casual for you since you liked being dressy. Walking up to you with long strides, he stopped in front of you with a smile. "You look amazing.." His voice was low as he admired your facial features. As if he hadn't studied them a million times before.

You mumbled a shy Thank you, Stevens before he took your hand. He lead you to the passenger side, opening your door and making sure you were comfortable before he closed it. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to calm the increased beating of his heart. You didn't understand how fuzzy you made him feel. "Its gonna be a long night, Erik.." He mumbled to himself as he rounded the car.

When Erik slipped in the car, you gave him a smile. "So where to, Casanova?" You clicked on your seatbelt, turning your body towards him a bit. His eyes glanced at your thick thighs before he quickly met your gaze again. You'd caught that but only smiled innocently.

"You remember that place I was telling you about a couple weeks back?" He backed out of his parking spot, pulling from the lot. "The Juke Joint?" His eyes glanced at you before he was back on the road. You nodded, mumbling a yeah, I remember.

"You were supposed to take me as soon as you found it.." You teased, nudging his arm softly. He chuckled, replying with an amused I was waiting for a special occasion. "So you've been planning this date since then? Slick ass.." You watched him grin as he shrugged.

"I've been wanting to take you on a date since we first met, girl." He smirked at you, noticing you shift in your seat. "I just needed to figure out where. Then you were telling me of how you like jazz so I found The Juke Joint. Live music and good food."

You grinned, leaning on the armrest. "Awww, you do love me Stevens." He does. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. He smiled bigger if that was possible. "I didn't realize you paid so much attention to what I tell you." He put every detail into memory.

"You know me. If I'm really care about something or someone.." He glanced at you, shrugging. "I learn as much as I can about them and put it into memory. And I care about you so.." You squealed with joy, surprising him when you wrapped your hands around his neck and peppered kisses to his cheek. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he inhaled your sweet scent. That fuzzy feeling he had before returned and he couldn't help the goofy smile that spread his lips.

The remaining twenty minutes of the car ride flew by and you'd both made it into the busy restaurant. Being seated at a table towards the front and off to the side, you had a good view of the female artist onstage. The dress she wore was fitted, glittering in the spotlight as she rocked her hips to the slow bass rhythm. You grinned at the sound of her voice, admiring the way her brown skin seemed to glow.

"Lemme get that for you, baby girl.." Erik pulled your seat out for you, allowing you to get situated. You thanked him before he took his place at the opposite side of the table. "You have a taste for anything?" He raised a brow, catching you admiring the singer again before you looked away. Crossing your ankles, you picked up the menu that rested before you. Giving a soft hum in thought.

"I'm not sure. But then again, this pasta looks really good.." You sat up a bit straighter, glancing at him over your menu. His eyes were already on you, watching your bite your lip. "What about you?" Your voice was soft as you spoke, just loud enough for him to hear you.

He pulled his gaze from you, looking to the menu. "This steak house burger looks good as hell.." His words were mumbled like he was speaking to himself before you seen him nod. "I'm getting the steak house and some three-cheese fries. We can share the fries, if you want." Sharing his beloved cheese fries? You raised your eyebrows in surprise, making him laugh. "Don't do me like that, princess. I share my food with you all the time."

He does. Whenever he buys himself food, he always gets a little extra so you both can eat. Just so he can see you do that little food dance. You didn't know that though.

You hummed, not trying to fight the smirk on your lips. Before you could reply, the waitress came to take your orders. A petite black woman who looked about your age, give or take a year. She beamed a friendly smile more towards you, taking your orders and giving you a few flirty compliments. You hadn't caught the lust in her eye, but Erik did.

When the waitress finally waltzed away, you caught Erik's smirk. His gaze was trained on you. Eyes darkened with lust. "You have no clue, do you?" He chuckled, leaning forward onto the table. His biceps flexed and you took a quick moment to appreciate the hug of his dark button up. This man had the body of a solider.

Shifting in your seat, you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "No clue about what, Stevens?" You lifted an arched eyebrow, sounding dazed. Erik trailed his gaze over you, licking his lips. He chuckled, flashing that handsome smile that had you ready to do whatever for him.

"You don't even realize the effect you have on people. Ol' girl was basically drooling over you, and you didn't even notice.." He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. Massaging his thumb against the back of your hand. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever come across and you don't even know it. Your intelligence is a turn on, your scent is addictive, your personality is magnetic, and that damn smile?.." He dramatically put his hand over his heart, sighing as if he was daydreaming. Slipping his hand from yours as he leaned back against his seat. You laughed, giving him a playful eye roll.

He smiled bright, sitting up to capture your hand in his again. "That smile right there gives a nigga butterflies. Have me feeling all fuzzy and shit.." You couldn't dim your smile as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "..It used to happen every once in a while, but now you do the simplest shit.. and that's all I can think about before I fall asleep at night."

He chuckled, tilting his head as he admired you. He thought he'd never see the day. "I think it's safe to say, I'm falling.."

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theperksofbeingbarbie · 5 years

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New Kids On The Block (Intro)

Summary: Based on my post about what happened to the other 36, Sir Fuckface Reginald is contracted by the government to help train four of the children they got their hands on. Here is an excerpt from his journal.

Word Count: 1,218

Warnings: None

Parings: None in this but planning on Klaus x Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N: This idea has been scratching at me since I made that post and since I finished with the first half of The Empath, I thought it was a good time to get this out. I honestly have no idea where I’m going with it, but I’m excited lmao. And honestly, most of these characters are inspired by X-Men (some more than others - looking at you Masego.)

They’re currently 13. Thinking about doing a bit at 13, 16, and adults? Thoughts?

December 3, 2002

With the success of the Umbrella Academy, the government has contacted me to offer my expertise in four of the children they acquired that were born on the same day. I am taking the Umbrella Academy with me to the compound upstate so that they might be able to access their powers more in a truly scientific environment.

Number Eight

Masego Kenya Acquired at age 5

Number Eight shows plenty of promise. When out in the Sun, Number Eight absorbs the energy and power from the Sun. He is then able to change his form into one of pure light, what the scientists are calling his ‘solar form’. From the trials I observed, his solar form gives him the ability of increased strength. I do not believe he is as strong as Number One, but it is worth looking into more. Number Eight is also able to produce beams of light from his hands, using that light as a sufficient weapon. In the trial, Number Eight also showed an increase in durability, able to take many attacks until he began showing signs of distress.

He does, however, become much weaker in darkness. Number Eight sources all of his power from the Sun. I am currently unsure if he would react positively to artificial UV light, which may be needed before embarking on late night missions.

Number Eight shows signs of being a natural leader. He typically spoke on behalf of the new group of students, will have to win his favour to earn the rest. He also shows signs of being reckless, willing to do stunts as a way to show off for those looking on. Will have to get that in line right away. He needs to fulfill his need for adventure in other ways. Number Eight seems fond of Number Three, which will surely cause issues between him and Number One. Have to assure his affections for Number Three get completely crushed to assure a strong team.

Number Nine

Shreya India Acquired age 2

Number Nine is able to control electricity. Due to her gift, she developed an interest in creating and fixing electronics from a very young age. She currently manufactures experimental weapons. Will have to see how she responds to gifts of gadgets for good behaviour. Number Nine is also able to control objects powered by electricity. She was able to change channels on a television by blinking her eyes. Under extreme stress, Nine was able to create a force field of electricity to protect herself from gunfire.

Currently, the only weakness I can see for Number Nine is rubber. To avoid any accidents, all of her restraints are rubberized. The guards in charge of Number Nine wear rubber gloves and boots for an added layer of protection.

Number Nine is a very quiet girl, content with reading or working on her latest project. Number Six seemed to take a liking to Number Nine. The pair sat in the library reading next to each other during their hour of ‘free time’. Will have to ask administrators to cut down on silly free time.

Number Ten

Enzo Peru Acquired age 10

Number Ten has a number of interesting gifts. Most notable: his night vision. In a pitch black room, he was able to singlehandedly take out 10 armed gunmen. Number Ten also possesses the ability to scale walls and ceilings. It seems he produces some kind of sticky fluid from the tips of his fingers at will. He also has the brilliant ability of a ‘sonic scream’ as the scientists have named it. Number Ten will have to learn to control it more, but it seems he can use a softened version of it to echolocate. Will have to see if he can use it underwater.

Number Ten must wear extremely darkened goggles when the lights are on, or if he is outside to filter some of the light. Without them, he is prone to migraines as his eyes allow too much light in. His sonic scream can deafen humans and break glass, will have to watch to make sure he doesn’t harm any of the Academy.

Being the newest addition to the facility, Number Ten is still improving his English. Number Two seems eager to spend more time with Number Ten, the boys instantly speaking in his native tongue. If Number Ten can use his sonic scream underwater, Number Two would make a good partner for him. Number Ten is very charming, convincing the guard bringing him lunch to bring him an extra serving of pudding. I don’t believe this is a super human gift, just him getting everyone to like him. Ten does have a habit of getting distracted easily, always wanting to make a joke. Will have to teach him not everything is a game.

Number Eleven

[Y/N] America Acquired age 4

Number Eleven seems to be the most powerful of the group. They have great control over their telekinesis that I hope to get Number Four to reach as well. Number Eleven is able to move objects of many different sizes and shapes. In their trial, they were able to move everything from a can to a small car. They can also produce a shield made of telekinetic energy, as well as weapons. Eleven seems to be fond of the whip, I assume it is because they are able to keep some distance between them and the threat unlike with the sword they produced. Number Eleven also shows various telepathic gifts, though these aren’t nearly as developed. They are able to cloak their presence by controlling the minds of those around them. Eleven also has a basic ability to read minds and insert illusions into threat’s minds.

Number Eleven’s shield does not seem to protect them from anything heavier than basic weaponry. They are, however, able to take control over the object coming toward them. I had Number One throw a car at Number Eleven. It was able to breach their shield, but they were able to hold it in the air before throwing it back a short distance. As for Number Eleven’s telepathy, they have to be fairly close to the target and can get exhausted. During the trial to showcase their cloaking ability, they were able to last five minutes with twenty minds in the room.

Number Eleven is quite... Peculiar. They currently have bright blue hair that I have been informed was a reward for good behaviour. Their handler has mentioned Number Eleven’s request for a nose piercing, and it has been promised to them for their sixteenth birthday. Will have to discuss that more with the administrator. Eleven, toward the other children, is very kind. Able to hold a conversation about almost anything, they are extremely well read and personable. With people that are not their peers, however, they do not show the same kindness. Number Eleven was extremely reluctant and frankly, rude, to me when I asked for them to demonstrate their various gifts. They have a rebellious streak that runs deep, which has been attracting Number Four to their side. While I believe Number Four and Number Eleven will make a strong alliance, I am afraid they will stoke the fires of rebellion in each other and I will lose two strong assets.

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the-sevensins · 6 years

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Starry Eyed; Chapter 1/Min Yoongi

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N is progressing through her final year of college. As part of her final grade and work placement grade her college offer a paid internship at a record label of their choice. When Y/N works here shes met with the harsh world of the music industry, hate, friendship, money and love. What will fate plan out for our starry eyed student?

Hey guys! This story has no exact number of chapters in mind. I know how this will end up to be but as of right now it’s just going with the flow. Requests are open.

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Cursing

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Type of AU: College!Reader, Producer/Artist!Yoongi

Word Count: Approx. 2758

MASTERLIST

Just for reference the song that Y/N performed is Navajo by Masego and the song that Nari sang was Erykah Badu’s remix of Hotline Bling Cell U Lar Device

Was it possible for someone’s eyes to look so bright at the sound of music? Their eyes shining as they looked as music software through the harsh lights of the monitor. It was as if she was part of the computer, her eyes trained over every single pixel of the screen, following the music play along, making touches here and there. This was her dream, she was almost there, all most at her peak.

Her professor watched her intently as her head moved slightly to the beat of the music. Every flick of a switch or push of a button had the crowd of student gushing with talk. The change of the beat, the spin of the turntable it was all noted. Her gentle voice boomed through the speakers. She felt alive. This live performance wasn’t anything any of the music professors had seen. Usually, for live exams, students would pre-record a song and create a new mix using it to be careful not to mess it up but Y/N? She was brave. Just minuted beforehand, as she was setting up her station with the help of Hansol she carefully but confidently spoke into the mic and said: “I haven’t pre-recorded anything, I’m making my song from scratch.” She shot a small, sweet smile towards the panellists and professors whose mouths had been left hanging open. The students in the crowd looked at her warily but had a quiet chatter among them.

A group of her friends, stood quietly a few feet away from her, watching her with proud eyes. They were certain she’d get this internship and if she didn’t get it they’d always pull a few strings and give her one at their own company. They eyed the three panellists that were from the company of the internship. Wearing black from head to toe, one was wearing glasses, the other two had hats to cover their eyes, they all wore face masks to conceal their identity. It was obvious who they were to Y/N and her friends. Having been friends with a group of idols and not knowing who their friends were, was a bit idiotic to them.

She could feel their gazes burning into her face, watching her every move. Her heart thumped along with the music but she had told her self to remain calm, to stay confident and she would get this. A smile had graced her face as the crowd began to yell words of encouragement and one student in particular who had started dancing. She almost threw her head back in laughter as more students began to dance along as she continued singing. Looking over at the culprit her best friend shot her a thumbs up and continued to dance.

‘Everything is going fine’ she thought to herself. By the time the song was nearing to an end and the beat had begun to slow down, the whole crowd erupted in cheers, except for the other students who were partaking in the exam looked at her in bitterness and defeat. A triumphant look took over her face as she bowed and thanked the professors and panellists. Her friend

Nari pushed through the crown and fell into Minghao’s arms almost embarrassingly causing Y/N and Hansol to erupt in laughter.

“Dude, stop, it’s not funny! You too Hansol,” she whined as she punched both their arms and bowed towards the other boy whose ears had turned a bright pink.

“You did so well Y/N! You didn’t even tell me you were going to do it from complete scratch.” She pulled her friend into a tight hug and continued to babble on.

“I did you probably zoned out and started thinking about Ming-.” Y/N groaned once the initial sting of earning a slap to the mouth began.

“You better shut the fuck up, or I swear to god.” Y/N laughed as she began to gather her equipment from the tables and made her way to the seats, Nari hot on her tail. Their conversation went on for a couple more minutes before the head of the music department of Seoul National University tapped the mic to command silence. Y/N received a pat on the shoulder from Seungcheol.

“This is it Y/N, I know it’s you.” She shot him a grateful smile and played with the frayed ends of her jeans.

“Can I have your attention, please? Thank you. Firstly I would just like to thank everyone that has joined us today. Whether you part of the music department or not we really do appreciate your efforts of being here and supporting us. Every year for 5 days our fourth year’s and master student’s we hold live exams which are broadcasted on our website and on our YouTube Channel. This week we’ve had 150 students take place in this exam and the student or students that get the highest points are offered a paid internship at a given music company. The companies that have decided to work with us are SM Entertainment, Pledis Entertainment, YG Entertainment, JYP Entertainment and BigHit Entertain-,” a loud gasp interrupted the professor and the whole crowd began to talk. Y/N fidgeted nervously and impatiently waiting for him to continue talking.

“Alright. Alright. Throughout these 5 days, major producers and artist from these companies have come to visit the live exams and they will help to give our judgement and pick our final 10. I would like to give a warm welcome to today’s panellists; BigHit’s PDogg, Supreme Boi, Slow Rabbit and Bang PD.” Everyone stood up, cheered and clapped as the professor introduced them. They bowed and greeted us for a short moment before the speech continued.

“I would also like to give a very big welcome to BigHit’s RM, Suga and J-Hope who had taken time out of their very busy schedules to come here.” The crowd erupted once again but even louder as the three boys removed their accessories and bowed towards us. Towards the back a girl fainted causing a few people to start smirking and giggling, Y/N and Nari included.

“Settle down, please. Thank you. I’d like to thank the BigHit producers, artists and staff members for being here. I know that your timetable must be hectic, it really is an honour. Now that we’ve got all of the good news out, let’s get to the bad news. If you don’t already know only 10 students will be selected for this program. Two students from each day. It will be a tough decision, every single student’s hard work has been and will be taken into consideration. So for that, we’d like to hold those thirty who had performed today for an extra thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“I swear to God, I might just pass out like that girl if we get to meet them,” Nari said, fanning her face earning a low whine from Hansol.

“You never acted like that when you met us.” He pouted when she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah because it’s you guys, why would a freakout.”

“Hansol, don’t worry. She hid in her room for the whole day before she met you guys. She was freaking out. 'Y/N my hair! Y/N make-up isn’t that nice! Do you think Minghao lik-.” Y/N groaned for the fourth time that day, holding her mouth again for the second time.

“Keep fucking talking I dare you.” Nari glared at her causing Hansol and Seungcheol to snicker.

“You know it’s out of love.” Y/N shot her elder a sweet smile, causing Nari to sigh in defeat.

“The final ten should be picked by next Monday. Do keep believing in yourself. Every single one of you is talented. I wish I was like you guys when I was in college. Anyway, enjoy the day! Study hard!” We all clapped for the professor as he walked off the podium and watched as the other years and other teachers piled out of the doors taking a few glances at the panellists.

“I’m going to go say hi to Namjoon, it’s been awhile,” Mingyu said, brushing his pants as he strolled down the stairs. The other’s followed shortly after him.

“Being friends with other idols must be freaking amazing.” Nari sighed as her trained over the thirteen boys that each did a man hug with the three Bangtan boys.

“Yeah, maybe. It must be kinda stressful because they’re all racing for the top but their all friends. I don’t know about you but I’d never talk to you again if it meant being number one.” Y/N giggled with Nari as they watch Joshua trip over a cable.

“Hey,” Nari took her hand and squeezed it slightly. “The both of us are at a race to the top and we’re still the best of friends. If they can do it so can we.” She laid her head on Y/N’s shoulder, the both of them watching intently with the other students.

“Hey, Y/N, Nari?” They both turned their heads behind them to see a group of other music students sitting behind them.

“What’s up? You guys did brilliantly by the way.” Nari said, sending them a soft smile but in return got a scowl.

“Why did you guys even partake in this exam let alone the whole course if you’re already friends who can basically bring you into the industry.” Y/N recognised the girl that spoke almost instantly. Y/N envied her but she was never bitter about it. Jae-Eun was always on top of her game. Always handed in assignments on time, produced songs left, right and centre had every staff member of SKY University on her side. Not to mention she worked a full-time job and also had the time to party and go out on dates, Y/N, however, struggled with her assignments, part-time job, producing music and never even laid a finger on the dating lifestyle ever since she began college. So she was surprised by a such a perfect girl to have such bitterness in her voice.

“I don’t need to rely on other people to make it far. I need to work hard on my own first. I do get help when I really need. Nari and I both do but we do work hard on our own.” Jae-Eun crossed her arms and scoffed.

“So you’re telling me you brought the Seventeen, one of the hottest Korean boy groups at the moment just for no reason?” She eyed Nari and Y/N once more before looking at her “posse” and laughed.

“Actually no, we came on our own accord to support both our friends but I guess you wouldn’t have thought of that, right?” Seungkwan raised his eyebrow at the shocked look on Jae-Eun’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come across as rude. I’m Jae-Eun nice to meet you.” Jae-Eun’s face turned hot and red with embarrassment. She was starstruck. Y/N heard the snicker of Seungcheol behind them and smirked to herself.

“Seungkwan, nice to meet you too. Nari, Y/N? They want to meet you now.” The pair nodded at him and waved at the girl who now had her hand on her chest beating heavily.

“I don’t like her.” He said as he helped them gather their things, handing the heavy equipment to their staff members.

“Neither do I,” Nari replied. “She’s a bitch.”

“You can’t say that Ri,” Y/N pouted as she elbowed her.

“She is, dude and you can’t say you disagree because you’re always saying how jealous you are of how she can top her work and that’s she still a bitch.” Y/N shrugged in defeat.

“I guess but honestly she had no reason to come at us like that. We didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah but rightfully speaking you’ve had the best exam they’ve seen in a couple of years. I mean making a beat from scratch? And recording it live? They’ve never seen that before, you’ve basically confirmed your position.” Nari looked at her with a proud smile.

“You deserve it too. Come on, you fucking sampled Hotline Bling, a song that’s been dead for the past 2 years and made your own fucking lyrics. If you’re not guaranteed a place, I’m not taking it.” Seungkwan dropped his bag and gasped.

“Y/N you can’t say that.”

“I can because Nari would do that for me.” She smiled at her as they walked down the stairs.

“Safe to say that you guys are fucking nuts.”

Y/N twitched nervously before she walked into the meeting room where everyone was. Her friend and various other students said they were indescribably nice and you get an apparent picture, according to an almost sobbing Nari.

Y/N didn’t know what she had to say or do. She wondered if they were going to ask her questions or do God knows what but she was nervous. Extremely nervous to the point where she had to wipe her clammy hands off her jeans. She knew she’d have to shake hands with at least one person and what kind of impression would she give off if her hands were sweating. She tapped at her forehead vigorously with blotting paper to get rid of any sweat pushing through her make-up.

Y/N almost jumped out of her seat at the sound of her name, unsure if she should walk in straight away or wait maybe half a minute. It took one her classmates to push her towards the door, causing her to almost topple in. 'Great,’ she thought. 'Now they’ll think I’m clumsy.’

As the door swung open, she noticed that all of their staff members were dotted around the large room chatting among themselves. The music department reviewing files with the CEO of BigHit and some of the producers. The rest of the producers were either talking to the staff members or the three artists they had brought with them who say quite comfortably in their seats, letting the rotating chair’s spin playfully as they laughed among themselves.

Y/N let out a light cough to indicate her presence which she had deemed as too quiet but it had indeed gained the attention of the people gathered in the room and the exploded with applause. She bowed gratefully and stood awkwardly to the side of the door that was now shut. 'No escaping now. You’ll make it through.’

“Please Miss Y/L/N take a seat.” He motioned to now the only empty seat, next to J-Hope and next to his own seat. She sat down quietly and offered a small smile to the now beaming J-Hope.

“You’re exam was outstanding. We’ve never seen anything like it in years. It really was something else.”

“Thank you, Mr Chang, I did work really hard for this.” She gave him a grateful smile.

“We could tell. It was very well produced you didn’t skip any steps you did everything just like any producer would do. We could tell you worked hard to keep it up.” She nodded and looked at the desk where several files had been laid out in front of her.

“We obviously haven’t chosen anyone yet but we just want to let you know that you are in the top section of people we do want to select. Every single one of your assignments have been perfect. The songs you produce are very much liked by everyone here and of course, everyone here except anyone from SKY is taken aback by your talent.” Y/N felt the heat rush to her face as all the professors agreed with Mr Chang. Bang PD has pointed over at Suga who had his hand up to add something to the conversation.

“Just to ask was, what’s the song called?” He asked.

“Navajo, I’ll put it up on my Soundcloud soon.”

“I’m really intrigued by the lyrics. They seem really deep much like your other songs actually. You are very talented.” He explained as the heat rose to her face.

“Thank you.”

“I’d also like to say I listened to some of the other tracks you have up on SoundCloud, you’re rapping skills and singing skills are amazing,” RM said. “You have very unique style. You’ll go far.”

“Thank you again.”

“I listened to some of your songs also. Your lyrics are very simple but deep. It’s easy to understand what you’re trying to convey. I like your techniques, they’re really cool.” She thanked them again before being asked to get a picture with them. She thanked everyone and left, her shoulders dropping like one brick was lifted off her shoulders. She had fewer things to stress about now.

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Menace Pt. 5

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssssss! I’m back with an update (finally)! I hope you all are well!! I miss you guys! I’m so excited and incredibly nervous for you all to read this since it’s been a minute! But anyways, I hope you all do enjoy! I love and appreciate you guys!!! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary!!!! Enjoy!!!!

Lilah flew out of the portal like a bat out of hell nearly knocking Elaya over. Elaya caught her in her arms and held her steady. Her eyes widened at the sight of her. Lilah was beaten, bruised, and covered in some type of green substance. Her breathing was heavy and erratic and the words spewing out of her mouth didn’t make sense. With a sense of urgency, Lilah weakly wrapped her hands around Elaya’s forearms and held on tightly. Elaya could feel her fingernails digging into her flesh.

“M-Masego needs your help,” Lilah stuttered. “H-He sent that thing to help him. She’s going to kill him. She’s a beast that can’t be trusted,” Lilah informed.

“You’re not making any sense. Let me get you to the water! I can heal you there. Just hold on, Lilah you have to hold on!” Elaya shouted.

“There’s no time,” Lilah breathed, before falling limp in her arms.

“Fuck that. We’ll make time,” Elaya assured Lilah.

— (Back at Lilah’s Club)

With one swift, harsh strike Velvet’s claws impaled her opponent's skin tearing through it as if it was paper. Using her inhuman strength she pushed him with one hand and watched him fly across the room like a one-winged bird. She charged after him like like an animalistic stampede. With much relief, Masego quickly stood to his feet and tried to heal his wound as much as possible with the little magic he had left. He closed the portal the moment he realized that Lilah passed through it safely. He was magically weak and humanly injured but his job was far from finished. He needed to rescue what was left of Lilah’s coven and protect the last of the enchanted beings that were stuck in the madness of it all. He had to think of a plan and he had to think fast.

Velvet attacked the Diamond-fanged vampire with the force of a thousand suns meeting him strike for strike and blow for blow. Her skin and her garments were tainted with blood and her fangs were in full bloom. She tried everything in her power to defeat him but it seemed as if nothing worked. She felt herself growing more and more frustrated and of course, this amused him. With ease, the vampire caught Velvet’s punch in his hand and immediately pulled her towards him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head backward. He sniffed along her neck and smiled widely fully displaying his teeth. He chuckled along her pigment as his nose to trailed her skin. He watched the goosebumps form one by one as she struggled underneath him. The smell of fear oozing through Velvet’s pores was almost intoxicating. He wetted his lips with his tongue before puncturing her neck with his teeth. Velvet screamed in agony as she wrestled against him in hopes of breaking free.

As soon as Masego heard Velvet’s scream, he sprinted into action.

“Forgive me, elders,” he whispered, as he simultaneously grabbed the first random vampire he saw. Quickly, he placed both hands around the creature’s head and held on tightly. He looked into his eyes and cast a forbidden spell - the spell of Consumption. This was more dangerous than channeling another’s energy. Channeling required two witches to pull on each other’s strength until they created a joint power source of their own. But consumption required a witch to drain one’s life source until they temporarily became them. Even the strongest of witches failed to complete this spell without consequence. Masego hated that he had to perform a spell so dark but he was magically weak and could not generate his own power.

As he cast the spell, he felt his sense of self leaving him silently like a leaf floating in the wind. Soon, fangs were born out of his lips, his physique changed, and his eyes darkened with rage. He consumed everything until the vampire that stood in front of him was no more. He absorbed his strength, his agility, and most importantly his thirst for blood. And just like that, a new monster was created. Like a lion in the jungle, Masego was completely in his element killing every vampire in sight. Screams of anguish filled the vacant air like smoke.

——

The Diamond-fanged vampire ripped his teeth out of Velvet’s neck and smiled down at her with much satisfaction.

“I suppose you should know my name now that we’ve gotten to know each other more intimately. You can call me Airris,” he said arrogantly.

Before Airris could speak again, he was interrupted. Before his very eyes, he watched dead vampires fall from the balcony like shooting stars by the hand of one man. He squinted in confusion as he leaned forward desperately trying to get a better look at this audacious being. His eyes widened in astonishment. It was Masego. Velvet realized that Airris had become distracted and there was no better opportunity than now to try to break free from his grasp. With all her might, Velvet pushed Airris away as she palmed her bleeding neck. She watched him forcefully fly across the room until he slammed into the white wall behind him. Cracks formed throughout the wall like tree vines stretching far and wide until they reached the ceiling. Soon after, trickles of dust fell from above landing on Velvet’s skin like snow.

The floor rumbled underneath everyone’s feet like an earthquake. This quickly gained Masego’s attention. With ease, he killed the last vampire from Airris’ army and looked at the ceiling with concerned eyes. He realized that Lilah’s club was going to collapse any minute now. Instinctively, using his borrowed vampire abilities he quickly gathered the wounded and lead them out of the exits to safety. Quickly, he darted back inside to get Velvet. He dodged falling debris with finesse as he proceeded toward Velvet. When Masego finally, reached her, he shouted.

“Velvet, we gotta go! This thing is going to collapse!”

“Not yet!” Velvet shouted back as she jolted towards Airris. He was trapped under a large piece of rubble. Before Velvet, could take off, she felt Masego’s hand palm hers.

“We gotta go!” He repeated as he tugged her arm.

“Not yet,” she repeated but this time more stern.

Masego’s nostrils flared as he spoke. His voice was filled with agagitation.

“You’re not thinking clearly! You’re going to get yourself killed!” He expressed anxiously.

“If you wanna go, then go!” Velvet yelled.

Still holding onto Velvet’s hand, Masego sighed.

“We’ll do it together,” he stated.

Velvet nodded. “Let’s go!” she answered.

“A lover’s quarrel over little old me?” Airris jested. “I should be honored,” he added as he finally broke free. Airris was beaten, bruised, and wounded but he still stood tall.

Instantly, Masego and Velvet sprinted into battle. Together, they gave everything that they had. Both of them struck Airris with deadly blows. The more Velvet fought the madder she became. She unleashed a rage that she didn’t know she had. Her eyes began to glow a bright white and her hair shifted from a deep rich black to a greyish white. Her claws grew longer and transformed into swords. Instinctively, Velvet stabbed Airris in the stomach with her left hand and then she stabbed him in the heart with her right. The moment Velvet struck Airris, his eyes grew wide and instantly filled with fear. He opened his mouth to speak but to his surprise, no words came out.

“Uh. Uh. Shut up nigga,” Masego said, before kicking Airris in the back of his legs forcing him to collapse to his knees. Masego squatted in front of Airris and aggressively grabbed his chin compelling him to look him in the eye. Within seconds, Airris's body fell limp and the life drained out of his eyes. Soon after, Velvet yanked her hands out of Airris’s corpse and watched her hands slowly return back to their normal form silently in confusion. A sense of relief washed over Masego as he stood to his feet towering over his defeated enemy but unfortunately, it did not last for long. The ceiling completely gave way falling into large pieces that quickly blocked both exits to the club.

“Shit!,” Masego muttered.

Naturally, Masego grabbed Velvet’s hand as his eyes searched for security. To his misfortune, he discovered that there was no way out. As soon as Masego quietly came to full terms with his fate, a portal flashed before him. He recognized the portal instantly, his coven came to save him.

“Thank God!” he said, before entering the portal with Velvet. —---

Part 4.2

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sheabuttahwrites · 1 year

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The Shelf Life Of Honey

[Masego x Black Plus Size OC]

When stored with care, honey never goes bad.

Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language

[pt.1]...

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twistedcharismaaa · 1 year

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Can We Pretend...?

Summary: Two souls longing for the same escape.

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There it was, her infamous heart hanging on her sleeve once again. Infatuation ever glimmering in her orbs as airy confessions of her adorations left her lips in the form of passion-filled melodies. Bewitching lyrics full of double entendres and lust-driven poetry saturated the ears of the vast crowd that stood before her. She didn’t care if they liked the song or not. All that mattered to her was that it resonated with him. Her curious eyes searched for her nameless lover in the swarm of dancing bodies but to her misfortune, she couldn’t find him. She reassured herself that he was out there nonetheless.

In fact, he was out there, in the center of it all - wedged between the lonely onlookers and the handsy slow-dancing couples. He had the perfect view of her. The stage lights rested softly on her shoulders like dusk or maybe dawn. The various colors dancing on her skin was utterly riveting. As she sang to the crowd, but mostly to him, her mind wandered to their first encounter.

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She found him sitting on a stool, slouched over at the bar drowning his many sorrows in his liquor of choice. Curiosity allured her to him. The next thing she knew, she was a woman possessed. She found herself sitting beside him staring into his eyes. Warm smiles were exchanged, more drinks were poured, and ramblings of conversation were had. The interaction between them both was easy and simple. Before they knew it, they stumbled into some type of unspoken vulnerability.

For a brief moment, she studied him. He was ever nursing his drink, with his index finger continuously circling the rim of the glass. Whatever burden he was carrying was heavy and all too consuming. She wondered if he wanted to escape in the same way that she did. So, running off liquid courage she decided to ask.

“This is going to sound crazy,” she muttered, hesitantly.

It was the serious tone in her voice that made him give her his full attention. He parted with his drink and turned his full body towards her. He looked at her with such tenderness.

“What is it?” he questioned.

“Can we…Can we pretend?” she asked, forcing the words from her lips.

“Pretend?” he repeated, with furrowed brows.

“Pretend,” she paused. “Pretend that we’re in love for the night? Just for the night?” she begged as she placed her hand above his.

“I think we both could use that,” she added, as she looked into his eyes.

The look in her eye was desperate yet pure. Silently, without contemplation, he nodded in agreeance. Moments later, careless decisions were made.

His thumb caressed her hand, then her arm, and finally her face. He ran his fingertips softly along her skin as he stared at her full lips. Again, she placed her hand on top of his and willingly melted into his touch. Before she knew it, his lips pressed against hers sweetly. He could taste the very yearning on her tongue as the kiss deepened.

To the average eye, they looked like two drunken fools wrapped up in lust. But that was far from the truth, to her it felt like fate, and to him, it felt like a dream. Mindlessly, they found a new residence in the comfort of cheap hotel sheets where they spilled secrets and shed clothes. The night aged rapidly but the moment they shared together was timeless.

The next morning, he expected to wake up alone, but to his surprise, he awakened with a note resting in his palm. There, he found written affections, an address, and a time for them to meet again to further explore their fairytale. With disbelief, he chuckled to himself as the widest grin appeared on his face.

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And now here he is standing in the very heartbeat of her admiration. Her melodies washed over him gradually and softly like a spring rain. Effortlessly, he was lost in her like an unending maze.

As she belted out her final note, she looked at the cheering crowd once more still ever hopeful. Again, to her dismay, she couldn’t find him. With gratitude and grace, she bowed and smiled widely before exiting the stage. She ventured to her dressing room and threw her body into the first chair that she could find. Slouching forward, her body sank deeper into the cushion of the chair as her mind sank deeper into the depths of her thoughts. She exhaled loudly and closed her eyes for a short moment. Seconds later, she heard three knocks on the door.

“Come in,” she answered, now sitting upright fully alert.

The door creaked as it slowly opened. The anticipation was driving her wild. The first thing she saw was a bouquet of flowers which immediately made her smile. The second, was his face. His beautiful face. Elation glazed over her as she stood to her feet. Quietly, he closed the door behind him and set the flowers on the table. With slow movements, she approached him and stared into his warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he repeated in the same manner.

“You were amazing out there,” he continued.

“Last night was amazing,” she spat with an eager and honest tongue.

“It was,” he agreed, with a bashful smile. “I was surprised when I got your note. I didn’t think you would want to see me again,” he added.

“Now why would you think a silly thing like that?” she responded, flirtatiously.

Again, he smiled, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to thank you and congratulate you on your beautiful performance,” he admitted.

“Is that all you came for?” she questioned, earnestly.

“No,” he admitted, sincerely.

“Good,” she responded, as she grabbed his hand lightly. With a subtle tug of her wrist, she pulled him in closer.

“You don’t want this, I’m all messed up,” he whispered, along her lips.

“I’m all messed up too,” she reassured, as she pressed her forehead against his. “It’s ok,” she whispered.

Silently, she studied his features with sober eyes, desperately wanting to remember every detail. Tenderly, she palmed his face and planted the sweetest kiss along his lips. With unexplainable ease, he trusted her and allowed himself to collapse into the sweetest bliss of her own making. He was never a fan of fairytales or anything remotely fantasy. But for her, he would be.

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Menace Pt. 3

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hey guysssss! I hope you’re doing well as always! I’m back with another update! I’m not gonna lie, it’s long - but it’s a fun read.. (I hope) ! Anyways let me stop rambling! I love you guys and I appreciate you all so much! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! Enjoy!!!

Once more, Masego flashed a roguish grin towards Velvet before parting ways with her. Before her very eyes, he disappeared into thin air. Unknowingly to Velvet, he was halfway around the world within seconds. Due to her unruly frenzy at his establishment, he had to make a personal visit and discuss business. But more importantly, he had to be the bearer of bad news first. He had to explain to Lilah that three of her most promising witches had been killed. Lilah was a rare breed literally and figuratively speaking. She had fae blood and witch blood flowing through her veins. She was one of the most enchanted beings that Masego had ever encountered. With a blink of an eye, he teleported into Lilah’s club. He was greeted with hundreds of sweaty bodies moving vigorously under flashing lights. Dancehall music filled his ears instantly and echoed throughout the building. His eyes darted upwards to the balcony where he spotted Lilah sitting like a queen. She was dressed in white and her body was covered in gold jewelry. Her white wings weren’t visible at the moment. That was a good thing. Masego ran his fingertips around the hem of his suit jacket and readjusted it casually. As he readjusted his jacket, the colors of his suit began to change colors. The blue hue of his suit shifted into a bright blood red as he journeyed towards Lilah’s throne. She always enjoyed him in red.

Treading lightly, he approached her with a charming smile resting on his lips.

“Lilah!” Masego said in a cheery tone with his hands outstretched towards her.

“Cut the shit,” Lilah, retorted as she causally put out her smoke. “You either have really bad news for me or either really good news. It better be the latter,” she added, as she pointed her index finger at him.

Masego nodded as if he was impressed and sat in the empty chair beside her.

“I’m here to offer my sincerest condolences,” he answered earnestly, as he fixated his eyes on hers.

“Condolences?” she repeated with furrowed brows.

Masego watched Lilah uncross her legs and lean forward in her chair.

“Three of your witches are dead. They-”

Before Masego could finish his sentence. He felt blood dripping from his face. He gently touched the wound with his fingertips and stared at Lilah silently. His nose flared and his breathing became heavy. Lilah silently unveiled her wings and flapped them rapidly. They stretched far and wide and her feathers resembled the feathers of a dove. Her wings were every bit as vicious as she was. As Masego spoke, she commanded one of her feathers to detach. As the feather detached from her wing, it transformed into a substance that was sharper than glass. It slashed his face and he bled profusely. Believe it or not, this was her showing mercy. As pissed off as Masego was, he could understand her anger. Her witches were her creations. She instilled the very best of her into them. She took care of them like children.

“Explain,” she whispered.

Masego inhaled deeply, licked his lips, and nodded in compliance.

“They died at my club by the hands of a vampire,” he admitted.

Lilah froze and stared at Masego with such disdain.

“You mean to tell me, you couldn’t handle one fucking vampire?” she questioned.

“She’s not your typical vampire. She’s..” Masego paused and looked around the room as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“She’s something I’ve never seen before,” he added.

Immediately Lilah charged at Masego and grabbed his hand. She focused intensely. She was searching his mind for the truth. Naturally, he resisted. Lilah tightened her grip on his hand and penetrated his thoughts further. Reluctantly, Masego let down his guard. He thought that was the least he could do. After Lilah witnessed the devastation that Velvet caused, tears welled in her eyes. She felt a lump in her throat that made it hard to swallow. Slowly, she released Masego’s palm and backed away from him.

“I can resurrect them,” Masego assured.

“How? The magic is dying,” Lilah retorted.

Masego stood to his feet and approached Lilah timidly.

“Velvet is in debt to me and I’m in debt to you. The plan is still in the works. I will resurrect your people,” he answered. “We’re going to resurrect them all. Just like we planned to do,” he continued.

Lilah opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a word, she heard gunshots and screams of terror echo throughout the club. Quickly, she ran towards the balcony and placed her hands on the railings. Her eyes searched incessantly for the culprit. She watched bodies collapse and dissipate before her very eyes. Her guardsmen and women fled to the scene. She watched them jump off the balcony using their various gifts to protect herself and others. Masego rushed to her side and pointed out the leader.

“There!” he yelled.

Lilah’s eyes locked in on the valiant stranger. He stood in the middle of the club surrounding himself in the heart of the chaos with a sinister smile resting on his lips. He inhaled deeply and relished in the bloodshed. It was almost as if he was drawing strength from it. His smile was wide - his fangs were dipped in diamonds and glimmered under the strobe lights. He licked his lips as if he was hungry and stared at Lilah tauntingly.

“Little witch! Come and play!” the man screamed before cocking his head to the right.

Within seconds, with one flap of Lilah’s wings, she killed 7 of his henchmen. She took off flying immediately after. She conjured the great light of the heavens and struck him with a fiery lightning bolt. Lilah watched the man teeter backward as she landed on her feet. Using her wings, her agility, and her magic she fought him with everything she had.

Before Masego could take a step to help. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Not so fast, Daddy-o,” the woman, whispered before stabbing her blade into his stomach.

“Motherfu-” Masego said as he winced in pain.

Mercilessly, the woman pulled the blade from his flesh with a wicked-toothy grin. The blade was coated with his blood and with another substance. The substance appeared to be a poison. Most likely the cause of why all the mystical beings in Lilah’s club were dying left and right. Masego eyed the poison in confusion. It was lime green and sticky. He removed his hand from his wound and stared the woman in the eye with sheer rage. Masego assumed her to be an average vampire following her master’s instructions mindlessly. With hysterical laughter, the woman charged at him again. But to her surprise, she missed. She expected Masego to be powerless and weak - an easy kill if you will. He was everything but that. Masego appeared behind her and whispered in her ear.

“You’re probably wondering why the poison didn’t work. Aren’t you?” he quizzed.

With inhumane speed, the woman turned around and hissed in his face. Using his powers, Masego placed a spell on her physique that would freeze her in place. To his advantage, he froze her mid-strike.

“I’ve had quite the day, as much as I would love to take my frustrations out on you. I don’t have time for that right now,” he spoke.

Looking her in her helpless eyes, Masego placed his hand on her forehead and pressed against it. He pushed her down toward the floor until she physically shrunk into the size of an ant. As she shrank the blade fell out of her hand. He conjured a mason jar and placed her in it. He set the jar on a random table and said.

“You’ll be answering to me later,”

Quickly, Masego grabbed the blade that fell to the floor and quietly chanted into it. Specifically, he casted a spell on the lime green poison. He wanted to strip the toxic matter of its potency. And he did. He was even able to reverse who would be affected by the toxin. Once the spell was complete, he waved his hand around so that all of the poison in the club would bend to his will. Now the toxin will only harm the vampires that intend to harm mystical beings.

Using his peripheral vision, he saw vampires storming toward him from the right and others from his left. He remained still. He dabbed all ten of his fingers into the toxin and flexed his fingers outward. Instantaneously, the substance flew from his fingers striking all of his opponents. They evaporated before him.

“Mhm, Nigga,” he responded, confidently.

“M-Masego!” he heard Lilah cry from below.

Masego noticed the ravenous vampire had his hands around Lilah’s throat. He was slowly choking the life out of her. Quickly, Masego fled to the scene. With one snap of his fingers, he appeared in front of the monstrous vampire.

“Ohhh, you think little Slim Jim gon’ save you mama?” the man teased, before applying more pressure to her throat.

Lilah tried to claw her way out of his grasp. She scratched and slapped him repeatedly. Unfortunately, Masego did not reverse the poison in time. As Masego was battling above he didn’t realize that the vampire shoved the original toxin down Lilah’s throat. She was weak very weak. She was dying.

With outstretched hands, Masego used every ounce of his abilities. He forcefully opened the vampire’s mouth and pulled the very breath out of him. The vampire released Lilah from his clutches as he stumbled backward gasping for running breath. Lilah fell to her knees and placed her hand on her neck as she panted repeatedly. Masego magically gathered all the poison that was in the club and threw it on the vampire. He watched the vampire’s skin shrivel and burn - but strangely it did not kill him.

“What the fuck!” Masego screamed in frustration.

“The-the poison doesn’t work on him. He-He’s like her,” Lilah screamed with what was left of her voice.

Masego’s eyes widened with fear. He realized that he was no match for him. No enchanted being was. They needed her. They needed Velvet.

“Fuck!” Masego screamed again, feeling himself grow tired.

Pulling on the strength of the moon, Masego summoned Velvet as he continued to defend himself. His face beaded with sweat and his breath became heavy. As he did this, he opened another portal that sucked Lilah into it. He sent her to safety. Within minutes, that felt like hours, Velvet walked through the portal. As soon as she walked through the portal, Masego collapsed. He expelled so much magic. The vampire caught his breath and wiped the toxin off of his face and arms as if he was disgusted.

“What is going on?” Velvet quizzed, completely confused by the chaos.

“What it look like?!” Masego responded, sarcastically. Clearly stressed.

Velvet looked around at all of the destruction before her eyes landed on the author of it all.

“Well, well, well, it looks like the fun is just beginning,” the man spoke.

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Silk Dreams: Genesis

Summary: The creation of Masego...

General Summary: Charisma finally makes her decision.

Author’s Note: Hi guysssss! I hope you all are well! I know its been forever and a day since I’ve updated this story! Thank you all for being patient with me! I highly suggest re-reading chapter one and chapter two to jog your memory! I’m a little nervous about this update since its been some time...hopefully you all will enjoy it! I love you guyssss and please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!! Enjoy!!!

All her life she dreamed of being over there. Residing in the greenest valley sitting on the tallest tree reigning over her queendom. She imagined herself to be the sun amongst the stars or maybe the constellations stretching throughout the universe and time. But each lover that approached her in past lifetimes made her feel everything but worthy. As time aged, she felt herself fall from the heavens and shrink. Now mortal and small, she feels like a prophecy unfulfilled. Like the warmth inside her womb has gone cold.

“I have a genuine interest in you, Velvet,” he continued.

It was the sincerity in his eyes, the buttery sound from his lips that made her think maybe there it was. Maybe he was the anointed one. The flicker she needed to be set ablaze. Without thought but with so much feeling, she fell into his arms.

And he wore her on his arm like a treasure and introduced her to so many things. And in return, she gifted him with kindness and the holiest affirmations. She fed him and he fueled her. It seemed as if everything fell into balance until he found himself at the edge of her cliff. If he fell into her, if he fell in love with her, he knew he would be stripped naked from his power and will. He couldn’t do that again - he couldn’t be that weak again. So, he took two steps backward. Then, two more. But, unknowingly to him, he chose a determined lover. She weighed on him gradually like rain, slowly seeping into him until he was dampened with her love. She stripped him of his armor bit by bit and he fell. He crashed into her like a summer’s rain - utterly, engulfed, allured, and enchanted. He felt blinded and somewhat afraid. It was so confusing for him to be unhappy in such a blissful thing but his paranoia would not let him rest.

What if she falls out of love with him? What if she chooses fame instead of him? What if she changes? Those what-ifs plagued his mind so heavily until he ran. He transformed himself in the darkest of shadows and found comfort in a newly discovered facade. He was colder, less vibrant, and distant. She wondered what did she do to cause this sudden change. Were her kisses not sweet enough? Was her touch not tender enough? Was she just not enough? But, again, he chose a determined lover.

“Let me make it right,” he whispered itching to touch her again.

“I’m not going anywhere until you’ll promise me that you won’t leave,” he responded, as he casually backed into the door to lean on it.

Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes or the buttery sound that floated from his lips that made her decide to stay.

“I-I’ll stay,” she breathed.

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Menace 4.2

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! Here’s part 2 of chapter 4! I hope you all enjoy it! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! I love you guys and enjoy!!!

*Continued Flashback*

The next day Masego awakened in a pool of cool water. He sat up immediately and looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. It looked as if he was in the middle of nowhere. There was absolutely nothing around him but trees, bushes, and open air. As soon as he started to stand to his feet, he saw a woman run from behind the bushes. She outstretched her hand towards him with a look of concern resting on her face.

“No! Don’t move! You’ll break the healing process!” She warned.

Masego looked at the woman with a confused look on his face. His eyes glossed over her small anatomy and landed on her soft facial features. Her eyes were kind and warm. She approached him timidly with a trusting smile residing on her lips.

“Healing process?” He repeated. “Where am I?” He added.

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel that? You lost a lot of magic. I found you in a cemetery after the black moon passed. I brought you here to heal you and to try to salvage what was left. My name is Elaya,” she answered, honestly.

“Masego,” he responded, as he cautiously laid back down. “And thank you,” he breathed.

With a smile, Elaya nodded and sat beside him.

“How did you find me? How did you escape the curse? I saw people dying in the streets. It was an attack on our kind-”

“Not just ours,” she interjected. “This happened all around the world. Every person that harbors even the smallest bit of magic is dead. Fairies, witches, creatures of the sea, and everything in between. Only beasts and humans walk the earth now. There are only a few of us left,” she continued.

“How do you know?” Masego responded in disbelief.

“I‘m a witch just like you. I can feel the difference. It’s in the very air, the roots of the earth, and the tides of the sea. The magic is like a flickering flame now,” she answered, as she waved her hands back and forth on top of the water. Masego watched the water glow and bend to her will. The sensations of the small waves soothed his body but not his mind.

“How did you escape it?” He questioned.

“I’m not sure honestly. I saw the black letters form on my skin and disappear repeatedly. I think my gifts shielded me long enough until the curse passed over. I’m a healer,” Elaya replied, now resting her busy hands in her lap. “I’m finished. You can get up now if you wish,” she added.

With slow movements, Masego sat forward. With the help of Elaya, he stood to his feet.

“How are you feeling?” she questioned.

Masego tilted his head back, licked his lips, and fixated on the clear blue sky above him. His eyes danced over the sky as if he was in search of something. He replayed that night over in his mind. He thought about all of the things he could’ve done differently if only he was prepared.

“Angry,” he confessed, before returning his gaze back to Elaya.

“I know,” Elaya responded, with tears welling in her eyes. “I am too,” she whispered.

Masego’s anger boiled inside of him like lava. His coven was dismantled, his powers were weakened and his community was destroyed. Whoever did this deserved more than just simple revenge - he wanted their blood and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he drowned it.

“C’mon, we have work to do,” he instructed, politely as he placed his hand on top of Elaya’s shoulder.

“Work?” Elaya quizzed.

“I’m going to restore the magic and kill whoever is responsible for this,” he answered simply. “And I’m going to need your help,” he continued, with a half smile.

The determined look in his eye was brighter than any starry night.

“You really think it’s possible? With just the two of us?” she questioned, feeling unsure.

“I do,” Masego paused. “There’s more of us out there. You said it yourself. We just have to find them,” he added. “Elaya will you help me? Please? ” he questioned, as he stared into her eyes.

A brief silence fell between them both. Quietly, Elaya’s mind drifted back to that night like a boat on a slow tide. She folded her arms against her chest and closed her eyes. She never felt fear the way she did that night and she never wanted to feel that way again. It was clear to her that her people were being hunted and these weren’t the times to be alone. She needed Masego as much as he needed her.

“Yes,” she whispered, before opening her eyes again.

An ever-growing grin appeared on Masego’s face. And just like that, their search began.

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*Present*

Determined and fueled by his anger, Masego searched relentlessly for others like him. Years turned into decades and decades into centuries. Luckily he stumbled on a few gifted supernaturals along the way. Underground connections were made, allies were formed, and friendships were created. Slowly, he rebuilt. Everything was going to plan until Velvet arrived. Ever since then, there has been nothing but madness.

“If you want your debt repaid, kill him!” Masego yelled, with a heavy breath.

Velvet looked at Masego and then back at the vampire that stood before her. She realized that she had two choices - kill the vampire or kill the witch that intended to imprison her. Both choices would grant her freedom but at what price? The clock was ticking and she needed to make a decision fast.

“Velvet!” Masego called out once more.

Laughter rumbled from the monstrous vampire’s lips as he approached Velvet and Masego gradually. With one flick of Velvet’s fingers, her claws appeared. She flicked her tongue over her sharp teeth and made her decision. A corrupt smile formed on her lips before she took her first strike.

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Menace

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I hope you all are well as always! I’m back with something new! I’m excited and nervous! I sorta kinda played around with the tag list! I wasn’t quite sure who to tag since this is a new vibe! But anyways let me stop rambling! I hope that you guys will enjoy this new story! It was so much fun to write! I love you guyssss so much and please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!!!!

Thunder crackling throughout the skies, lightning illuminating the earth, levitating clouds now hanging lowly, and the moon was in full bloom. On a night like this, there was no telling what she was going to get into. Her wicked teeth protruded from her mouth, the night pulsated through her veins, and her heartbeat grew more rapidly with each minute. The world was her oyster and she was ready to feast. Within seconds, she was freefalling from the highest building in the city completely reveling in the thrill of it all. Her black leather coat flailing in the wind, the chill of the night pressing against her skin, and the sound of the busy streets gradually becoming louder. She never felt more alive. Using her heightened agility, with an evergrowing grin, she flipped her body closer to the side of the building using her claws to slow her speed as she approached the sidewalk. Now landing feet first, she brushed her hair out of her face, regained her composure, and stood upright. She journeyed deeper into the night, bumping and shoving into unfamiliar faces until she arrived at her destination.

“The half-lit neon-colored sign just didn’t do the club justice,” she thought to herself.

You could feel the club roaring and raging just from standing outside the door. The cadence just pulling you in as if it’s promising you something - the mystery…the adventure.

“Why the fuck not?” she thought.

She pressed her palm against the door and found herself standing in front of brawned gentlemen causally guarding the entrance.

“Password?” he questioned, with furrowed brows.

Amused, she quietly chuckled to herself. Gradually she approached the bodyguard and stood before him boldly. She pulled her right hand out of the pocket of her coat and flexed her pointer finger. She ran her finger along his jawline menacingly. As her finger traveled his jawline, it shifted into something more animalistic.

“Will an exception be made tonight?” she questioned, silently studying his eyes.

He swallowed hard before answering. “Yes ma’am, enjoy,” he breathed.

“Thank you,” she replied, with much satisfaction.

Sashaying herself into the ambiance of it all, her face lit up like a child with excitement. Her eyes silently dancing around the crowded room. It was filled with drunken laughter, lust-driven bodies, blinding strobe lights, and loud music.

“Beautiful,” she breathed.

Roaming deeper into the crowd like a moth to a flame, she followed the sweetest aroma. It penetrated the air deeply. Whoever it was, she had to have them. Her throat was aching with need and her belly was burdened with hunger.

“I’m going to find you,” she whispered.

She voyaged through the sea of bodies with ease, quietly hunting her prey. With each step that she took, the scent grew stronger. She could almost taste it on her tongue.

Ah, there it was. That sweet, rich aroma standing right in front of her. He was sipping on his elevation of choice in the shadowy corners of the club. He was pretty - eye candy if you will. His white teeth were dressed in diamonds, his locks were well maintained, and he was such a beautiful buttery brown.

With slow movements, she approached him with flirtatious eyes. She was luring him in and needless to say, it was working. Now face to face with him, she placed her right hand on her hip as she looked him up and down.

“What you sipping on?” she quizzed.

“Why? You want some?” he chuckled, as his eyes traveled her physique.

“Matter of fact, I do,” she replied, before snatching his drink out of his hand.

“I’d rather be sipping on you,” he responded, as he inched closer to her.

“The irony,” she thought.

“Is that so?” she asked, with a raised brow.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, fearlessly.

“Hmph,” she hummed as if she was impressed.

She sniffed his drink and then tossed it to the side.

“Aye shawt-” the man yelled.

“Yeah, Yeah. That’s right, I love a screamer. It makes the blood taste better,” she whispered, in his ear as she palmed the back of his neck.

Before the gentleman could speak again, her fangs were already in too deep. His warm blood gilding down her throat like silk. She moaned against his skin as she savagely drained him dry. Within seconds, he became lifeless and collapsed before her. Blood was dripping from her lips to her chin, and down her neck, and yet she was still insatiable. Instantly and carelessly, she was rampaging through the crowd like a beast devouring everything in sight until she felt a pain she never felt before. She shrieked in agony and placed her hands on her head. She stumbled backward and tripped over a dead body. Now on the floor and helpless, she searched for the source of her torment.

Suddenly, a tall man appeared before her dressed in a dapper blue suit. He crouched down in front of her and casually rested his forearms on his knees.

“Friend or foe?” he questioned, with a cunning smile resting on his lips.

Still in excruciating pain, she was unable to speak.

Now rising to his feet, the stranger slid his hands into his pockets and spoke again.

“You sneak into my club. You threaten my bodyguards. You’re killing my customers. You can see how I can take that as offense right? So, I must know, friend or foe?”

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the pain was gone.

“I prefer menace,” she answered with a heavy breath.

“Hm,” he paused. “Menace? I could use one of those,” he answered, with much delight. And with the second snap of his finger, she was knocked unconscious.

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Menace Pt. 4.1

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m back with an update! I hope you guys are doing well as always! I decided to split this chapter into two parts so it won’t be an overwhelming read. I love and appreciate you guysss so much! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary! Enjoy!!!

*Flashback*

He walked around like a god amongst men. He had unspeakable power flowing through his veins like ocean waves. He was untameable, untouchable, and incomparable. The world was at his fingertips and anything he conjured was his reality. He was a king to his coven, an ally to his friends, and a ruthless enemy to those who betrayed him. For centuries he lived this way until the day of the Black Moon. That’s when everything changed. The Black Moon crept over the sky and hovered over the earth slowly, gradually engulfing everything in its radius. It stripped the magic out of every enchanted being that day. Masego remembered it like it was yesterday. On that day, he was enjoying the many pleasantries that life had to offer.

It was the year 1922 and he was thriving. Jazz music along with the cool spring air filled his bedroom. He was laid up with a pretty brown thing that he spent the day with. She was sleeping peacefully beside him. Comfortably, he gazed out of the window and watched the day settle into night. As soon as dusk arrived he felt an uneasy feeling form in the pit of his stomach. He pulled back his bed sheets and gently exited the bed so he wouldn’t wake his lover. He stood upright and placed his palm over his stomach as he walked toward the window. Using little strength, he opened the cracked window fully and peeked outside. The streets were busy as usual - flooded with drunken fools, loud vehicles, and glowing street lights. Refocusing his view, he decided to look upward. His attention fell on what appeared to be the moon. His brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes in disbelief. He saw the shape of the moon but not the actual moon itself.

“Just a shadow?” he questioned quietly.

“Masego?” his lover, Cherie, called to him above a whisper.

To his surprise, she was out of bed and standing behind him. She outstretched her arms toward him and revealed the strange new markings on her skin. She winced in pain as the markings continued to grow and spread. There were black letters covering her hands, her arms, and her torso. Quickly, Masego approached her and grabbed her arms to get a closer look. It was spreading rapidly. The writings were in an ancient tongue. This curse was almost as old as time itself. Masego held her hands and chanted incessantly in hopes that he could reverse the dark magic. He chanted loudly and passionately until he felt a sharp pain glance up and down his spine. It felt like literal acid was burning into his flesh. He arched his back as he bellowed out in agony.

“It’s on you too,” his lover whispered, with a heavy breath. Clearly weak. “What’s happening to us?” She added with a look of terror resting on her face.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know,” he answered quickly before picking her up into his arms. “We’re okay, we’re okay,” he lied, as he carried her back into the bed.

Whatever was happening was affecting her at a faster rate. As he placed Cherie down into the bed, he noticed that his hands were now covered with black markings. With a shallow breath, Cherie grabbed Masego’s hand and squeezed it.

“It’s coming from the moon,” she informed.

Instantly Masego ran to the windowpane and closed it shut. As he looked out the window, he saw complete chaos. People were dropping like flies. Screams of horror filled the streets and lingered in the air like a poisonous smoke. Panicked drivers swerved over lifeless bodies and collided with other cars completely adding to the death toll. Hysteria was spreading like a wildfire. Quickly, Masego pulled the curtains over the window to block out the moon hoping that it would stop the curse from taking root. To his misfortune, that didn’t work. He could feel his powers flowing out of his body rapidly. Again Masego rushed over to Cherie’s aide. He kneeled down beside her and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon let’s channel each other. We can create a protection spell,” Masego suggested. “Cherie! Did you hear me? We can pull on each other’s strength,” he added.

Gently, Masego squeezed her hand and gave her body a little nudge.

“Cherie?” he called once more.

Once he realized that Cherie was no more, he caressed her hand and kissed it tenderly. With a sorrowful look in his eyes, he placed her hand on her stomach and stood upright. He knew that he desperately needed to find refuge or he would suffer the same fate. With a snap of his finger, he traveled through space and time and arrived at a cemetery. It was the resting place of all his ancestors. This was the safest place that he could possibly be. He looked up at the shadowed moon before falling to his knees. He gripped the grass beneath him as he groaned in pain. He felt the curse spiraling around his neck like an ever-growing weed. Determined and ever stubborn, he refused to die. He sought his ancestors and communed with them. He pulled on their strength as he casted his final spell. With each chant, he shedded the curse off his body like a second skin. The black letters melted off his pigment and puddled in the grass. He waved his hands over and around the black puddle until its circular shape transformed into a lightning bolt.

Once the puddle took Masego’s preferred form, he grabbed it with his hands and stood to his feet. And like Zeus himself, he threw it into the sky. Moments later which felt more like hours, the lightning bolt crashed into the moon and shattered its black hue. The curse was finally broken. The moon’s shiny white original color returned. Masego smiled widely at the sight of this miracle. He stared at the moon until his tired body collapsed.

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