#also I got a new stylus today cause my old one broke

[emberunderscore]

throws you the robot guy

runs away

[brandithecrystalgem]

Intruder Alert!

O-KAY! So, this is my addition to the From Wakanda, With Love series. I’m posting a little early because I’ve been roped into going out this weekend! 

I had one helluva time writing this, as I haven’t written any fiction in like...10-ish years, and I haven’t written any fanfiction since the days of the msn group message boards. But, as much as I doubted my skills through this whole process, ya’ll will probably see more from me every now and then, once I really figure out this style of mine. ALSO! Tips, criticisms, feedback, alldat is welcome.

So, without further ado - here it is!

Characters: Erik x Black OC

Warnings: None, really. A bit of cursing in the dialogue, brief mention of smut but nothing that’ll get you steamy.

Word Count: ≈ 1700

Prompt: #27 - The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.

It was the perfect Saturday.

The frigid Cambridge winter finally broke to give way to a balmy spring, and with the opening of a curtain, the sun’s soft rays lit up the once dreary apartment. Erik, clad only in black sweatpants, sat wide legged on his couch. A copy of The New Jim Crow lay unopened on the wooden coffee table as he lounged with his eyes closed, head bobbing gently to the sounds of Maxwell’s Ascension pumping through his speakers. He felt Gouda, his 2 year old tortoiseshell cat, walk across his lap, and assumed she was making her way to her preferred spot on the windowsill. His eyes popped open in surprise when he felt her plop down and curl up next to him. With a gentle smile on his face, Erik closed his eyes once more and began to delicately pet his favorite feline just as his playlist switched to Groove Theory’s Tell Me.  

It had been months since he had a weekend where he didn’t have any obligations to fulfill, or errands to run, or papers to grade, so he was going to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing. Midterms were over so the frantic emails he’d usually receive from his students had died down, at least for the weekend. Not that he’d be responding to them today, anyway.

Erik’s head gently swayed to the music as he began thinking about what he’d be eating for dinner. The night before he’d run out to a butcher’s shop in Boston to get, what he considered, the best short ribs in the entire metro area and a bottle of A.P Vin pinot noir, a wine he’d come to enjoy during his unnecessarily frequent “networking” events the department chair “strongly suggested” he attend.

He already had the rest of the ingredients necessary for his red wine braised short ribs, and he was finally getting the chance to use the dutch oven he bought during a Black Friday sale. He briefly opened his eyes to check the time on the clock above the tv, making a mental note to start preparations for his meal in about two hours.

Yes, it was the perfect Saturday.

A knock at the door took Erik’s attention away from his food fantasies and caused one of Gouda’s ears to perk up in awareness. He wasn’t expecting anyone, so he opted to ignore the knock. He figured it was the annoying ass white man who lived across the hall coming over to complain about his “urban” music as he had many times before. Erik had half a mind to get up and increase the volume on the iHome out of pure pettiness, but his position on the couch was far too comfortable to abandon.

A minute went by before another set of knocks came, louder and longer than the first. Erik’s eyes shot open as he and his feline companion both turn to look at the door, because surely whomever it is has lost their minds.

Begrudgingly, Erik stood and made his way over to the door to look out the peephole before sighing heavily and dramatically. So much for his perfect Saturday…

Opening the door he’s met with Simone Michael’s bright, devilish smile. The yellow romper she wore contrasted beautifully with her deep brown skin, and her hair sat on top of her head in a giant puff. The large tan leather tote she carried everywhere except for formal events was clutched under her right arm, one of the straps falling. Erik thought she looked adorable, however, she did not fit in with his perfect Saturday plans.

The pair met back in the fall semester at a grad student networking mixer. Simone was an architectural student who happened to live a few apartments down the hall. Even with the geographical convenience, she and Erik saw each other infrequently due to their busy schedules, but still managed to build a mutually beneficial situationship. Truly, they had fun together. Erik knew he could always hit her up for a good time, whether in or out of the bedroom. Still, as fun as she was, Simone was also loud and clumsy, and therefore in direct opposition to the serenity he pictured for his day.   

Her glossy lips pursed together in a smirk when she realized Erik didn’t seem at all happy to see her..

“So...you gonna let me in?” Simone asked with a tilt of her head and batting of her eyelashes. With another heavy sigh he opened the door wider to move to the side so she could come through. She glides in just as D’Angelo’s How Does it Feel begins to play through his speaker, her hips involuntarily swaying to the guitar riffs as she sits her bag down. If Erik hadn’t been thinking of ways to get rid of her without doing irreparable damage to their relationship, his hands would have very voluntarily found their way to her hips as she moved.

“What’s with these dramatic ass sighs?” She asked over her shoulder, hips still swaying. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that other one before you opened the door.”

With a roll of his eyes he headed back to his position on the couch, eyes scanning for Gouda only to realize she’d finally ditched him for the windowsill. He plopped down on the couch and stretched his leg out, purposefully taking up most of the sitting room.

“I was trying to have a nice, peaceful, relaxing Saturday.” Erik said, closing his eyes again, hoping she’d get the hint. “Oh, so you need some help relaxing, then?” He could hear the suggestion in her voice, she did not get the hint.

“No Simone, I don’t need ‘help relaxing’ ” he huffed. The sound of cabinets opening and glasses clinking made his eyes pop open and head snap towards the kitchen. “The hell are you doing?!?” He hoped she didn’t stumble upon his bottle of wine, because he’d definitely kick her ass out if it meant saving his short ribs.

“Well…” she continued opening cabinets until she found the box she was looking for, “you’ve been stressed and clearly need to unwind, so I’m gonna make you some tea! You know, for ‘relaxation.’ ”

With a sigh, Erik relaxed back onto the couch. “Simone, baby. I just want some peace, so Imma need you to go back down the hall.”

“Oh so, Im infringing on your peace or something?” She asked, only mildly offended.  

“The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.” He told her outright.

“You are so damn dramatic, Erik” She scoffed. “A bitch drops one glass in the sink and suddenly I’m breaking everything in your house.”

“What about the chip in my coffee table?” He pointed directly at the chip with his eyes closed, having memorized its exact placement.

“My phone fell on it, AND CRACKED, might I add! Besides, it gives the table character.” She defended as she put the kettle full of water onto the stove.

“And what about the rip in my hanging tapestry?”

Simone’s smirk returned as she sauntered over to the couch, resting her forearms on its back. Sensing her presence, he opened his eyes and glared at her with poorly restrained annoyance.

“If I remember correctly,” she started, “you had me pushed up against the wall and we both had a grip on your little tapestry. So” her index finger moved back and forth between the two of them, “WE ripped it.”

Memories of that night made its way to the forefront of Erik’s mind, and his signature smirk almost found its way to his lips.

“Alright, that’s fair. You got that one...but what about my succulent pot that you knocked over?”

Simone made her way around the couch and crawled in between his legs until they were face to face.

“That wasn’t even me, the cat did that one”

Erik’s eyebrows shot up. How dare Simone try to frame Gouda for her clumsiness, the AUDACITY of this girl. “The cat is here every damn day and nothing gets broke, explain that!”

Her hands cupped his face, with thumbs running across his patchy beard before she shrugged. “Iono, cats be catting sometimes.” She felt his jaw tense under her palms before letting out a small giggle and gently kissing him on the lips. He attempted to move his face out of her embrace and defend Gouda’s honor, which led to her arms resting on his shoulders and only extended the lifespan of her giggles. Erik was fed up. “Nah, you gotta leave. I didn’t even want you here in the first place, but now you disrespecting family? NAH, bye!”

He nearly started pouting when she didn’t even flinch at his words.

“Now Erik, you and I both know that if you didn’t want me in here you wouldn’t have opened the door.” He scowled as a response, soliciting yet another giggle from his intruder.

The tea kettle began whistling calling Simone back to the kitchen. When she returned she had two mugs of mint green tea and was met with Erik’s perpetual frown. “You gon need to fix your face.” she told him with a chuckle as she sat the mug down next to his long forgotten book.

She sat her own mug down and made her way to her bag by the door, grabbing her tablet, and returning to curl up in Erik’s lounge chair that sat perpendicular to the couch. She sipped her tea and began working on some urban design sketches before looking up at him and saying, “Go on then, relax nigga!”

Frown diminishing only slightly, Erik grabbed the mug and took a sip before returning to his original wide legged position. This time, the sounds of Alicia Keys’ Diary washed over him mixed with the soft tapping of Simone’s stylus on her tablet. He looked over at Simone expecting her to drop the charade and start up her routine shenanigans. After a few minutes of watching her mind her own business, he let his guard down.

Erik took another sip of his tea before placing the mug back on the table and relaxing back into his position on the couch. His eyes fluttered shut before a small smile pulled at his mouth.

An *almost* perfect Saturday will have to do.

Taglist: @hoopshoney​ @purple-apricots​

[demi-angel-novel]

Chapter 4:  Its time for hell-I mean class

     Have you ever woken up to a trumpet blast? It freaking hurts. I woke up with the sound of an impossibly loud trumpet blare, which caused me to fall out of my bed on my back!

“Ugh-what the heck was that” I groaned as I lifted myself up. “Why, just why would you do this?” I muttered as I rubbed the dust from my eyes. When my eyes focused again they immediately went wide by surprise.

     The room I was in had silver floor tiles with navy blue walls with bookcases stacked to the brim on each. Filled with books that I have and wished to have read. The lining and corners of the room were black and when I looked at the ceiling it was literally the sky I could see the progress of the day and currently it was the early morning with the sky and clouds being engulfed in orange light from the early sun. The bed I was sleeping on was I’d say king size with a wide berth most likely for our wings.

     The bed possessed sky blue covers peppered with black storm clouds with white and gold pillows at the top of the bed. To my left beside the bed was a giant walk-in closet with tons of space for racks and clothes and anything else you would want to add. What really got my attention were two circles hidden in the wall and floor nearly fitting perfectly within the rest of the structures but with enough of an indent to notice. So when I pressed the circle on the wall the floor slide away revealing a staircase.

      “Note to self-explore the stairway at some point”. While I continued to explore the room I noticed it smelled exactly like the Payne’s shop, this immediately filled me with happiness and calmness. I looked to the left and saw a doorway with bathroom on a plaque and when I walked through it I saw myself. I had piles of soot and ashes all over and with my clothes, I found them in tatters and with many pieces missing.

     For the first time, I got a good look at my wings and I gotta say they look awesome but when I looked closer there seemed to be separations in threes of each one huh weird I thought. When I looked at myself I was still pretty much the same still extremely skinny with barely any muscles but I was at least healthier than I was as a kid I was at least normal somewhat. I decided to take a shower to at least get all the gunk and grime off of myself, and when I came back out with a new toothbrush in my mouth I saw a note on the bed with a new pair of clothes. I picked up the note while brushing my teeth and read it in my mind.

“Dear Mr. Di Angelo, we noticed that you lacked a pair of clothes to wear due to your…particular upbringing and the events of yesterday-so we have provided you with a set of clothes until you have bought your own. Please enjoy! From Angelus Sanctum” 

     Beneath the note was a white long sleeve dress shirt and black slacks. When I finished brushing my teeth I put on the free clothes I kept my shirt untucked and noticed two things they fit perfectly and underneath them was a white sash with a blank silver pin on it and when I touched it to examine it closer the sash immediately turned dark blue and the pin turned silver with bronze folded wings.  The heck is this school am I literally in Hogwarts right now!?  I sighed well I might as well wear it.  After I put on my sash and sneakers I went outside of my room and saw CJ wearing a maroon hoodie with a bulldog with M.S.U underneath it with a pair of forest camouflage jeans and shoes.  Over his shoulder was the same sash but, his was scarlet red with the same pin as mine.

“Oh, good morning Thomas!” he said excitedly with a bright wide smile.

“Ciao, where are you heading off to?”

“Breakfast!  wanna join me?’

"Um, sure I’m hungry enough to eat up a whole kitchen”

“Cool follow me!"  He led me through a bunch of corridors and hallways, wiith us finally making it to stairs.

“Jeez, you’d think they would add a map with this maze of a school.  Hey, I was wondering, where’s golden locks?  That trumpet blast wasn’t exactly soothing.”

“Blake has classes later than us, so he didn’t get the alarm.  I think his classes are in the afternoon.”

“What?! how?”

     “Believe me I’ve asked that question many times myself,” he said as he patted me on the back.  After walking down the stairs we wound up in front of two black doors with a plaque above it with the same symbols but now they seemed easier to understand as they turned into English that read Cafeteria.  When we walked through the doors I saw a room with polished marble floors with pure white walls with gold trims and to my right on the wall were empty plates with cups, glasses, and mugs, and peppered throughout were floating stone circular seats that had built in red padded seats and tables with each a different height from the ground some where high in the air with people flying up to them while others were closer to the ground with people who had new wings or people without wings at all.  I saw CJ go over to the purple draped table with the cups and plates and grabbed a large plate with a medium sized cup with him motioning me over with his head.  So I followed and picked up a plate with a mug and followed him to one of the tables floating close to the ground.  When we sat down I noticed food appear in CJ’s plate and cup which was an oversized stack of pancakes and stakes for some reason with a side of orange juice.  On his face was a look of pure joy as like a fountain syrup appeared and dripped with each stack.  My face must’ve looked pretty funny because he choked on his pancakes.

”Cough, cough, dude whats with that face?  Never seen someone eat 20 pancakes before?“

"No, but that’s not the main reason, how did food appear out of thin air!?”

“Oh, that?” he said nonchalantly "That’s how we get our food just think of what you want to eat and it’ll appear no big deal man" 

“You can’t be serious” I doubted

“Dude, you’ve seen all this stuff and you question food magically appearing on a plate?  Just trust me on this it’ll work”

“Alright if you say so” I sighed out as I imagined the food I wanted, which was a plate of waffles and bacon and in the mug, I imagined a cup of coffee I always ordered at the Payne”s and when I opened my eyes I saw the food in front of me.

“Okay, i’m 90 percent sure I’m in Hogwarts right now,” I muttered before I took a bite with the utensils that appeared as well and the food was delicious beyond what I can describe and when I drunk a sip of the coffee it tasted exactly like I remembered like it took a cup of coffee from the cafe itself.  When we finished our food we went to our classes and my first class was Power Studies.  I followed the schedule and saw above the door a sign that read P.Studies F-1.  

     The classroom had faded yellow walls with a wooden gym floor, it had no desks or chairs.  When I looked at the students around me I saw that I was the only one with wings.  Apparently by the time I walked through everyone was already in a group chatting together which left me alone.  For a total of two minutes until one guy with really dark brown skin and a guy with long black dreadlocks with light brown tips.  He had a stocky muscular build with forest green eyes.  He wore a faded grey shirt that hugged against his body with dark blue jeans with brown farm boots.  He had a radiant smile on his face as he walked over to me and I realized this guy was at least seven feet tall so he towered over me who was at least 5 10 in a half.  When he made it up to me he spoke in a booming deep voice with an African accent.

“Welcome fellow classmate!” he boomed as he slapped me on the back nearly knocking me to the ground. whoever this guy is he is freaking strong and nearly knocked me to the ground with the rest of my breath. I thought as he continued.

“Oh, my apologizes how rude of me my name is Arden Oak!  What’s yours?” he continued booming.

“uh, Thomas Di Angelo, nice to meet you,” I said regaining my footing.

“I must say Thomas, that show that you did yesterday was spectacular! if I do say so myself.  I mean controlling that unruly spirit so easily and having such a thunderous voice, whew it nearly shook the school!”

“Yeah being a human lightning was great,” I said sarcastically

“I must make sure I am not outdone by you, my friend!”  He grabbed my whole body and forced me against him in a forced side hug and had his hand clenched in the air in front of himself.

“Let us strive for greatness together!” he spoke proudly.  I couldn’t help but smile his energy was infectious.

“Sure let’s do it!”  Without warning an impossibly loud whistle broke through the ocean of conversations causing all of us to hold our ears.  After the torture stopped we looked up to see a man with short blonde hair that was styled in a buzz cut with rectangular glasses on his nose with electric yellow eyes paired with his fair skin.  He wore a black t-shirt with gray gym shorts that barely reached his knees and around his neck was the dreaded whistle and tennis shoes.

“Alright listen up class my name is Mr.Watts, I’m going to be your S.E teacher!  That’s short for spirit energy.  Today’s lesson is unlocking and understanding Spirit energy or S.E. for short”  His voice was commanding but at the same time inviting and carefree.  He sat on his desk and pulled out a black stylus which when he grabbed it glowed yellow and in front of himself he wrote in the freaking air which floated in yellow font.

“Now, as I’m sure you can guess from the name spirit energy is the energy from your soul or spirit.  This energy exists in every living being, creature. plant, and animal, and especially in us.  And before you say it no this is not the force that’s just one of our old students naming something in his movies.  This is also the energy that allows us to use our powers.  Like I said earlier any living being in this world has this energy and we have the highest abundance of it because one of our parents were angels or children of other Demi-Angels or maybe even descendants of a Demi-Angel.  Most organisms most likely don’t know they possess this energy but in little ways, they use it.  The reason we are able to use this energy so freely and easily is that-”

“Hey Mr.Watts where are your wings” a random guy blurted out.

“Hm, oh, sorry children I had business in the human world earlier”  Out from his back shot out large yellow and black wings.  “Ah, that feels better I forgot I had them tucked in now on with the lesson, the reason we are able to use this energy so easily is that we are the children or in relation to angels beings that exist in the spiritual world.  Originally humans possessed a much higher percentage than they do now but after countless generations, it became diluted and weaker so in a way to protect humans from their newfound blindness a group of Demi-Angels and Angels wove a veil around the world to protect and hide them from the supernatural. We call it the veil but it can go by many names such as mist, glamour, and etc etc.  Spirit energy is the energy of the soul which in turn if large enough can turn into spiritual power and pressure as byproducts.  And ill give you an example of both.”  He held out one of his hands and the air immediately filled with static making my hairs stand on ends and from his hand sparked yellow electricity that arced around his entire right hand.

“This is S.P and as you can tell my power is electricity” the electricity stopped as he began to talk again.

“Now spiritual pressure is a whole other thing it is the amount and power of your soul.  This can also carry certain characteristics of your spiritual power and when I demonstrate my spiritual pressure know these two things, brace yourselves because this will be your first encounter with it and the other is to find the characteristics in mine.  Now let’s begin”  He stood up and lifted up his left foot as if he was listening to music and slammed it back to the ground and as soon as he did a large weight fell upon each of us.  Forcing us to the ground on our knees the air became filled with static as the pressure increased to the point where we each felt our ears about to pop when just as swiftly as the weight appeared it lifted and when it left we each breathed out the air we were apparently holding. 

“You suck for that Mr.Watts” I muttered

“Heheheh, come on class you all rested yesterday time to get up and ready for the next part!” he said with mock excitement which caused all of us to grumble in annoyance at him.  “Alright alright, I’ll let you have a break while I go more in-depth with Spiritual Pressure.  If you could tell my S.P had traits of static in it, but like most people, no two are ever the same.  Each person has a different trait in their Spiritual Pressure, like some have scents, sounds, tastes, feelings, etc etc.  Through unlocking your S.Pressure you also unlock an aura, this is the physical form of your S.E and S.Pressure they can come in many shapes sizes and forms but most times they have a certain color or shape like mine for example”  Around him a thick yellow energy flowed and arced in different places several times.  “This is my Aura as you can see its yellow and arcs like electricity but its shape is pretty basic. 

 An Aura can act as a shield, weapon, healing device if none are around, limbs, and many others.  With the more advanced the usage is the more it can drain you physically because most times your soul is stronger than your body but with practice, these will become easier and what I just told you is barely scratching the surface of the uses for Auras.  Well, I’ve talked for long enough on with the next lesson”  The class groaned, “Fine if you don’t want the chance to activate your wings be my guess.”  the class immediately shot up off the ground with newfound energy and interest.  “uh huh I thought so.  I’ll be unlocking your spirit energy, pressure, and aura.

  For this, I’m going to call you up in alphabetical order by your first name so-Arden Oak step up please”  Arden stood proudly and saluted Mr.Watts and stepped forward and stood head to chin with Mr. Watts.  Mr.Watts made an aura around his hand and pressed against Arden’s forehead and when the energy flowed into him immediately afterwards the scent of pine trees filled the room as a small weight was placed on our shoulders and around Arden flowed a brown and green aura with the brown coming from the bottom branching out into green.  If you were to describe the shape Arden’s body made up the trunk and out of it appeared two large green leaves coming out of his back made of a darker shade than his aura and when his aura finally subsided the two large leaves were left.

“Your parents were Demi-Angels weren’t they Mr.Oak”

“Yes sir they were” he spoke stately

“Ah, okay go back over to the  wall and let’s get the next person”

After what felt like forever he finally made it to me. “Hello Mr.Di Angelo please stand still you should only feel a small pinch”  When I felt the energy enter me I felt a sharp pain in my head and my chest as I felt something suddenly flow into me rapidly, as the area around me smelled of ozone with the scent of fresh rain and the sound of thunder in a drum beat with the feeling of static in the air.  Around me was a mixture of clouds that wrapped around me with jagged arcs of lightning.  The clouds were black and grey and white with the arcs being mixtures blue and silver.

“Thunderstorm huh, nice alright next!” Mr. Watts called

     After Mr.Watts got done with the rest of people I saw a bunch of different wings somebody even had the wings of a plane for some reason but they act like regular wings. But strangely enough, they felt like metal.  His name was ironically Jet.  He had shaggy dark grey hair with metallic eyes and tanned skin.  He wore a brown flight jacket with a white tank top and blue jeans with black boots.  He’s actually pretty laid back and nice.

“Alright class now on to spiritual power and unlocking it what I need you to do is sit Indian style for this.” when we did he continued.  “For your powers, they can range from many options elemental, physical, mental, and so on.  When you each unlocked your S.E you were given some hint to your power some more obvious than others.  To use these powers imagine what form your aura took as well and make the shape a reality like this.”  Mr.Watts summoned his aura again and when the aura began to arc it turned into an actual bolt until eventually, his whole aura became electricity.  “If you don’t get it on the first try don’t worry keep at it no one is great on their first try now as a secret to help you, imagine a bottle or some sort of container and picture the power you think is in their imagine it trying to break out and imagine opening it and allowing it to exit rapidly spilling out.  It helped me when I was your age alright let’s get started”

     From what I’ve been through these last two days I was sure of what my power was.  So in my mind, I pictured a raging storm trapped in a bottle fighting and longing to escape so I imagine the cork popping off and when it happened the storm rushed out with a fury.  In my body, I felt a pull from my chest and my stomach and out of instinct I snapped open my eyes seeing a raging storm rage around me with the same thunder drumbeat with silver lightning arcing violently everywhere.  My eyes were enraptured by the swirling storm around me with my sight being broken because of a sound to my right which was the gym floor being spit and broken apart as a mass of trees broke through the ground wrapping around Arden.  While I was looking at Arden I noticed my lightning being attracted to his trees as when as soon as the lightning struck it either absorbed it or was burned away but was immediately replaced with two more in its place.  To my left was a cyclone of water which also got attacked by my lightning and as I kept looking at everyone else’s I noticed that Jet had metal beams and pillars appear from the ground which also dragged in my lightning.

“Okay, class listen up what I want you all to do now is…to just play around with your powers. Get used to them make them apart of yourselves.  In other words, go crazy” he said as he started reading a sports magazine.  The class cheered for this and we all immediately started playing with them.  I outstretched my hand and disrupted the clouds and twisted, condensed, and just do whatever with the storm.  And on one of these times when I condensed the storm, I tried doing what Mr.Watts did by generating silver lightning bolts and when I did I pushed it out making a tornado with lightning striking everywhere from the ceiling to the walls and floor and from this other peoples powers got sucked into it with water being the first then a few of Arden’s trees then fire them a few beams from Jet and so on and so on until we had made a tornado of powers breaking and destroying everything in its path to the point where even Mr.Watts saw this getting out of hand so he clapped his hand together making a massive thunderclap destroying the tornado and sending everything that was an object flying into the upperwalls above us.  We all looked around and saw the classroom in shambles, floorboards were missing holes were in the floor the wall had fractures and holes it was just a shadow of its former self.  We were expecting to be yelled at but we heard laughter coming from Mr.Watts.

“hahahahaha, children that was great oh my lord I’m so proud of you all just next time try not to destroy my classroom I really don’t want to keep on rebuilding it each day”  Trumpets blared “Ah, there’s the bell okay class tomorrow we really start class so be prepared alright ill see you all tomorrow have a good rest of the day.”