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Obsidian & Angelite Ch. 16 part I

Oya has spend centuries bound to one single plot of land when one day a stranger with a voice of velvet and presence that can only be described as dark and outmost interesting. He comes with an offer she can’t refuse and suddenly her entire world changes, both for better and worse.

But what does Langdon need of her? And how can she use him to get what she want? Maybe they’re bound by something bigger than fate.

Warning: Dark themes,

A/N: Since tumblr kills everything with links, I’ll reblog this post with the links to previous chapters and archive link

Apocalypse Now Part I

The first week of the apocalypse she had spend in a concrete bunker with some of Michaels ‘associates’ that was really just a nice word for servants or followers. Michael himself had kissed her goodbye for the next three months and sent her away to that cold little grey prison. If he had been there she might have slapped him for not warning her.

And then she was taken away, wrapped in a strange plastic suit that should stand as a protection against the radioactive outside. They drow for what felt like hours and without the sun upon the ever grey sky it was hard to tell how much time really did pass. Everything was burned to a crisp. Ash and bones and remnants of what was before standing as a solome graveyard. In some areas, there was nothing, just dust, while in others the skillet of buildings tumbling down served as society headstones in a world that tried to forget what was before.

They came to an area where burned bushes and trees begged for the sun to shine through the massive layer of dust that encapsulated the world. By the time the sun was to show its face once more, the plants would be long dead and gone. It saddened her, to see nature well past its breaking point.

They drow through black gates and guided her off the car before leaving her in the middle of nowhere alone. And for a few moments, she was alone, completely, with the destruction weighing in on her.

From within a strange sculpture of sort appeared two black dressed figures with masks that resembled plague doctors. At first, they sized her up with unreadable faces hidden by the mask, the next they mentioned for her to follow. They took an elevator down into the ground.

After she had been disinfected and cleared she was allowed to take off the suffocating space suit she had come to find both all too hot and cold at the same time. She was lead out into the hallway and found the tiles were all the same, lighted up by candles that cast a warm glow along with deep shadows. It was strange to be underground, a place where the dead had been buried for millenniums, now a place protection.

“I am Wilhelmina Venable and welcome to Outpost 3.” Her voice travelled along the stones, cold and distant. Venable looked gothic, to say the least, controlled in every aspect of her, with dark lips and even darker eyes. So this was the woman Michael had chosen to run the outpost. Oya couldn’t exactly say she agreed with his decision but of course, like with everything else Michael had a plan and if that plan had her playing someone smaller than who she really was, then so be it.

As she followed the gothic woman through the bunker she began talking. Telling Oya of the sorting of Purples, the elite as she called them, and the Greys. Then about the rules, the strict no sex policy that’d end with a bullet between your eyes were you not to follow it and the schedule. The apocalypse had given Venable the chance to remake this tiny little world inside the safety of these walls in her image.

Oya could already tell that it was going to be a long 3 months.

After changing her comfortable clothing into a tight corset and purple victorian dress, she joined the rest of the inhabitants in Outpost 3 in the library. The woman with dark short hair and round figure she had come to know as Mrs. Mead introduced her to everyone else with a cold disinterested voice Venable would have been proud of.

“This is our newest arrival, Oya Jeon.”

“Did you pay your way to get in here too?” A blond ask with a stringy and obnoxious voice. Before Oya could answer Mrs. Mead did it for her. “Not everyone paid their way into the new world.”

“Then what, huh?” All attention was now on Oya, immediately labelled as someone not like them.

“She has a PhD in botany. Someone has to be able to grow the new world,” Mrs. Mead bit back and left her to the wolves. Oya looked over them, one by one. They were a pathetic gathering in her opinion. Why Michael decided to give her a degree in botany of all the things she could have been given were beyond her. He could have made her a doctor or engineer, something more impressive than plants.

“I would have thought they’d have Mexicans with their skills in gardening and not some china-doll,” the oldest woman spoke before throwing back her drink. The causality of her racism seemed to make everyone in the room roll their eyes and even made the obvious gay man with short blond hair visibly uncomfortable.

“I’m Korean and if you want anything to eat whenever the radiation is gone you’ll need a person with knowledge of plants and a greenthumb,” Oya spoke not stumbling the slightest under the narrow glare the old bitch send her. The blond man laughed uncomfortably and approached Oya, reaching out to touch her hair. She couldn’t help but frown and lean back as he took a strand of her hair between her fingers, looking over it with interest.

“My god, you do have beautiful hair! I would love to set it some time,” he spoke, walking behind her to lift up the rest as if he was already starting to piece together what to do with it. A blond woman abruptly stood up, fist in balls at her sides, while her pink lips were cast downwards. She glared intensely at the two of them.

“You’re my hairdresser! Without me and my ticket you’d be dead by now!” She exclaimed childishly. “Her hair is not even that great.”

And so life in the bunker began, wrapped in torturous corsets, outdated dresses and lace while being fed the most boring meal of all time in the form of a tiny little cube. Michael was going to pay for this.

The old hag Evie proved to be the most annoying of all. She was a relic of a time long past even before the apocalypse, cast in old time glamour and venomous intent. Then there was her grandson, Mr. Gallant, whom Oya found one of the better of the survivors. Dinah Steven she found to be one of the quiet ones, yes she took part in the conversation but whatever she truly thought never came through. There was something about her, a shadow that lingered, one none of the others had. Oya couldn’t help but think that she was a woman that’d do anything to survive, to get ahead in life. Quite opposite to his mother, Andre Stevens and his boyfriend, were weak and dramatic, neither of them carried the shadow, the promise of teeth and claws.

And then there was Coco. Never before had Oya met anyone as shallow and superficial as her, which was the reason she sometimes bit her tongue to get along with the woman. No one could possibly be as fake in personality as her, which only made Oya feel a sense of… forgery. And in turn, there was Mallory, the quiet little mouse that followed Coco around and did everything she was told. The grey was so tiny, both physically and in personality, easily overshadowed by Coco’s sense of self. Because of that and her status as a grey, the group that was overlooked and lingered in the shadows, Oya used her as an opportunity to keep her ear to the floor so to speak. If anything were to happen in the outpost a grey would know about it. Mallory was a sweet girl who wanted nothing but acceptance and kindness in return. So Oya gave her that.

The person Michael had told would protect her, was still in the unknown and the treats were many. There were days where it felt like the whole place could collapse into insanity, the human psyche was not meant to be trapped like this day in and day out, with no stimulus and no new impressions. Once she saw Stu cry over the song that played over and over again.

And then there was Mrs. Venable. The cold shadow, the now familiar click of her cane sending shivers down one's back and striking fear into hearts. There was no other word to describe her than cold. And along with her were Mrs. Mead, the loyal guard dog.

If Oya hadn't promised Michael not to kill any of them, they’d all be dead. Even the newest arrivals, Timothy and Emily, bleak as they were. That day two greys had been executed for their indiscretions. The two newcomers were teenagers said to have the perfect DNA and as soon as Oya heard that she wanted to throw a book at Michaels' head. Perfect DNA? Ridiculous. They were normal hormonal teens bound to fall in love when trapped with the most horrid people left on earth.

Of course, marking their arrival the tension had grown within the outpost and during dinner it simmered over with Coco standing up and demanding answers, demanding better treatment for the 100 of millions that had gotten her in here. Like clockwork, Mrs. Venable rained down on it, hard. Stu was the price for disturbance, the price for the growing tension. Killed with the excuse of radiation and by doing so Venable maintained power.

Oya had a hunch it would happen but she never imagined being feed Stu on a silver platter, literally. Even if Mrs. Venable denied that it was an act of cannibalism, the suspicion of it was enough to fast that day and enough to keep the people on their knees, just as she wanted them.

When the three months had passed Oya began to feel a sense of dread and hopelessness set in. She tried to fill her day with books, finding solace in written words rather than unintelligible conversation. By that time she knew more about the others that she cared for.

When 6 months had passed anger began to set in, along with the annoying need for skinship, the ache that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times she masturbated. Her body, mind and soul had grown accustomed to Michaels and when faced with lasting separation, it seemed too long for his company. So instead of focusing on longing, she focused on anger.

Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he to abandon her here with these people?... Was he hurt? Was he dead?

And if he wasn’t fucking dead he was sure to be when she got her hands on him. She’d ring him like a fucking dinner bell, wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes popped out. Or maybe stab him, over and over and over. Poison him. Kill him with a dull spoon. When there were all the time in the world you’d think a whole lot of things.

18 months. From what she counted it was 18 months after the end of the world. That was 15 months more than what was expected. After a year she had begun to falter, to think that something had happened and she could do nothing about it. With her powers locked away and Michael in the possession of what could release them she was unable to tap into the energy. Within the prison of her body were her magic, her body within the prison of the outpost and Mrs. Venable, and all of that within the prison of radiation. To be kept from her full potential and to look eternity in the face with these people was painful to say the least.

If he came he better carry a fucking crown for her.

The day had been the same as every other day, but this time there were entertainment at dinner. Mr. Gallant boiling over with anger and hopelessness, throwing a tantrum as soon as they were told of the decision to cut back another meal. Everyone was starving and desperate.

Hiding behind a glass of water, Oya allowed herself a tiny smile at the entertainment. If she were honest she’d pay to see Gallant shove a fork into Dinah for her endless positivity blabber. She’d pay even more if he were to do it to his grandmother. Gallant was in an uprise, ready to rebel against the dictators and create a revolution, all he really needed was the rest of them on his side. It could happen. It was a possibility.

But this revolution they had seen happen all too many times. And the fires were to be extinguished or else it might just actually change things.

“What is the point of all of this? Starving? Killing each other? Getting shot?!” Coco exclaimed over the others. Her nose flared, breath quickened in anger. “-All we’re doing is waiting around finding out how we die.”

“I say we take out chances outside,” Mallory commented with strange confidence, breaking the trusted mouse position she was always in. It happened every once in a while, that something broke through the insecure mask of hers. While Coco was extravagant and dramatic, it felt as though Mallory was created to be overshadowed by her. While Coco was hostile, Mallory was docile. But sometimes she wasn't.

“She’s right!” Gallant agreed loudly, his voice rising into a yell. Oya put down her cup of water and nibbled at the half a square jelly on her plate. The sight of it managed to make her sad. Maybe a revolution was really what was best for them. No one was coming after all and Mrs. Venable grasped the reigns of power all too tightly.

“We have to get out of here,” He continued.

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Mrs. Mead spoke in a cold and controlled tone. This seemed to be Gallants last straw, the passiveness becoming too much. He threw his plate to the floor in anger, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the tiles.

“What are you gonna do?! Shoot me?!” He yelled loudly and restlessly, squaring up for a fight. If anything, the mountain of a woman, the one called ‘Fist’ as if it were any better, began to prepare herself for a fight, waiting for the order to rain down on the smaller man. “Huh! What are you gonna do? Shoot us all? Huh? What’re you gonna do!”

In a flash the room was cast in red light, swallowing up all colours and shadows. It wasn’t long after the alarm began, the deafening noise travelling through the halls, cast over the stones in a never-ending loop. Oya’s eyes went to Mrs. Venable who hadn’t yet masked her surprise, nor the glimpse of panic.

What this it? Did this mean that the outside had finally broken in. Everyone was aware of the death that lurked outside and wishing to enter. Had death finally arrived?

A silent confused panic spread through the room, laced with worry and fear. Oya couldn't help for join in, feeling her heart pick up speed and adrenaline spiking through her veins. She was after all human, just like the rest of them. She had asked Michael what would happen if she die, where she’d go, maybe now she’ll find out. If I die now, Michael, I swear to everything I will make your existence worse than what hell offers. She thought.

“Perimeter alert, there’s been a breach,” Fist spoke over the alarm. Mrs. Mead quickly followed Fist while the other survivors were sent to our rooms for the time being. Oya followed Timothy and Emily up, her room further down the hall to theirs. Everyone knew and if they didn’t know they suspected that they were together. Love at the end of the world.

“What do you think it is? A carrier pigeon?” Emily asked with the sprinkle of hope in her voice.

“Or death has come knocking,” Oya spoke behind her, receiving a worried glance and a sour glare from her boyfriend.

“It’s properly nothing,” Timothy said with faux hope, trying to appease his counterpart. His arm wrapped around her waist as they went up the stairs and pulled her aside as soon as they reached her door. Oya looked away when they kissed, giving them the minimal opportunity of intimacy and privacy, both which seemed long gone.

“Oya could you help me get out of this dress?” The two entered the room, one that was familiar and standard. Instead of a zipper that was usually used on the dresses, there were buttons, small fabric buttons. Oya’s fingers were nimble and quick, they wrapped around them and forced them through the hoop with ease.

“Do you really think it’s death?”

Oya looked up after having pulled the dress down the smaller girls form, letting it pool on the floor for her to step out of. If she spoke the truth or told a lie it wouldn't make a difference. In the past she might have gone with the truth, that death was out there and breathing down their necks, but after spending a year with them she had grown fond of some of them, fond in a way that they stood between her and insanity, between her and utter boredom. She was fond of them the same way she was fond of her bed, she could live without it, it wouldn’t make a huge difference, but it was nice to have. Emily, Timothy, Mallory, Dinah and Gallant were all nice to have, and sometimes Coco.

For a while, she had wondered if the knowledge of their possible deaths and Michael’s return to her, affected the way she thought of them. If the possibility of getting out of here without them stood as a roadblock to develop affections towards them further than acquaintances. Or if it was just her preferring the company of a few with actual intelligence were just how she was.

She did always prefer plants over people.

“No,” She spoke, watching Emily pick up her dress and place it on the bed while she rolled her neck. The corset looked too old on her, like a child playing dress up of a time that should have been forgotten. Oya fucking hate the Victorian gothic theme Mrs. Venable had decided on and from what she knew Emily agreed. “I don’t think it’s death. Mrs. Mead and Fist are here to protect us, they have weapons. Beside, remember last time? It was The Cooperative with its messenger pigeon and before that, it was you and Timothy.”

“You don’t think it’s people, do you?”

She felt herself falter, brows furrowing at the question and the strange pang that tugged in her chest. “No, I don’t think it’s people either.”

Oya left but only reached the end of the hall before a scream tore through the air, repelling against the stone and carrying through the outpost. Before she knew of it, Oya was running back towards Emily’s room intent to know what had caused the disturbance and more so because curiosity was one of her biggest adversaries. Not much happened in the outpost so when anything did happen she wanted front row seats.

Timothy had reached Emily before her, holding her against his firm chest, with arms wrapped around her protectively while they stumbled back onto the bed, feet up. Twisting and turning on the floor were snakes, most of them dark but a few white.They slithered across the floor in a clove. Unafraid, she walked into the room and bend down to grasp the snake that slithered along her skirt. Her grip was firm and unrelenting, no matter how much it hissed and how hard it twisted around her wrist, she would not let go.

Fist burst into the room only to take a few steps back as she discovered the snakes, followed by Mrs. Mead and her bellowing voice. “What the hell is going on in-,” her question was answered by hisses. Her eyes landed on Oya with a snake in her grip, confusion eating at her features.

“I thought everything outside was dead,” Fist said eyes raking over the snakes only for them to land on Mrs. Mead.

“God knows how deep they went after the blast,” Mrs. Mead answered taking the axe from Fist. “Maybe they came through the sewage or ventilation system.”

“If anything were to survive the blast and radiation it would have been cockroaches, not snakes,” Oya mumbled, looking at the black snake hissing at her. Its scales reflected the candlelight.

“H-how did you do that?” Emily stuttered and let out a squeal when Fist picked up a thin grey snake that came all too close for her liking. Mrs. Mead looked up at Oya interested in her answer, as she should be. It’s not every day a botanist picks up a snake as if it were nothing.

“I had a pet snake once,” Oya shrugged, sticking closer to the truth to make the lie more believable. Just like Michael had done her botany. “And every once in awhile you come across snakes when working in nature. Be careful, they’re poisonous.”

The head of the axe cut through the snake, partening its head from its body. This were to be the fate of most of them, hacked to pieces, while a few lucky ones were thrown in a pillowcase and taken somewhere else. It wasn’t until there were no snake alive or in the pillowcase before the greys were sent in to clean up.

“Pet snake?” Mrs. Mead spoke with skepticism.

“Yes.” With that Mrs. Mead and Fist walked away. Oya was left starring after them. Indeed if there were anything to survive it was cockroaches not snakes. This was equally concerning as it was interesting. Snakes had always been a symbol of cycles and rebirth as well as balance and danger, but most of all they were her symbol. Whatever they were doing there it meant something, something she was soon to find out.

They gathered around the dinner table as usual but this time snake was on the menu and even though Oya cared for snakes she wasn’t going to turn down a proper meal for the first time in ages. There were a restlessness lurking over them, hanging in the air. Of course Venable remained tightliped about what happened earlier but ensured their safety.

“I have a rule against eating things with no legs or too many legs,” Coco complained loudly sitting light a pouting child. Andre was quick to rebuke but by that time Oya had already tuned out. It was dull, the conversation, the constant nagging and going in circles. Honestly now that there were snakes here she might just up and poison all of them. She might hear what they say but it was only on the surface, instead she was going over possible ways for the snakes to have gotten in or even survived.

“So who’s in your office?” Emily asked. The air was sucked out of the room, eggshells laid out on the floor waiting to be crushed under someone's heel, this time Emily's. It caught everyone's attention including Oya’s. So it was a person.

Mrs. Venable narrowed her eyes, stare cold as ice and threatening. “I beg your pardon?”

“The alarms went off before and someone came inside,” Emily continued. How she obtained that information eluded Oya but it seemed like she wasn’t the only one hiding in the shadows and obtaining information. Venable glared through the room with her mask of superiority, grasping at the reigns of control and order. A match could light the room ablaze, the fire of change hidden behind an unlit match, one each of them were holding. But with the match came the chance of a bullet hole.

“Who else is here?” Timothy asked with a voice filled with persistence. The boy had balls, now we just had to wait and see if he got to keep them.

“All questions will be answered in due course,” Venable slickly averted, her cane tapping against the floor as it always did, sending a wave of chills down each of their spines. Tap! “Eat.”

Collectively they all removed the lit from the plates, the expected sight of snake soup turned into a literal living nightmare. The snakes that had once been bits and pieces were somehow now slithering over the dinner table followed by a corus of skittering chairs and squeals, not all coming from the women. The snake that coiled in her soup hissed and made attempt to skitter across the table but Oya caught it by the head as she had done earlier before rising from the table and stepping back. The snake wrapped around her wrist. Dead snakes don't just come back to life.

He was here, he had to be here.

Gathered in the library, everyone waited in quiet anticipation so thick you could cut it straight out of the air. Oya was placed between the loud and annoyed Coco and the failed revolutionist Gallant. Even the greys that were usually shuffling around in the shadows now stood gathered along the walls of the room, waiting for what came next. Overlooking all of this were Venable herself, of course, eyes ice and stone set in the mask of superiority.

Her fingers tickled with adrenalin, heart pumping profusely as the seconds drawed out feeling like ages. She knew, even before he ever stepped in the room, that he was there, the one she wanted to strangle for making her wait at the same time wanting to just bury her face in his chest and draw in the familiar scent of allspice. Most of all she looked forward to watching how the others would react to his presence.

The echoes of footsteps rang out, creeping along the floor of the hall and ending in the middle of the room. When his presence caught up with the sounds of his steps her heart stopped within her chest. Her mask of stone and mild indifference hiding her thoughts from the world around them.

All eyes followed him while his eyes remained on Mrs. Venable whose expression remained closed of and cold until he was standing right beside her. It was strange to see her falter, to see her mask crumble under his unwavering gaze.

Michael’s aura was predatory, dominant. It demanded respect and attention. His hair was longer, much longer, and more golden that she remembered. It was as if during the time from where he send her away he had fallen into who he was, he seemed more comfortable.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative,” he spoke calmly with the same drawl she had missed. Hearing his voice made it all reality, she had imagined this for so fucking long and now when it happened it ignited the anger that burned within her for so long. Still she remained perfectly in place, not storming up to push in into the fire or break the glass vase on the table to cut him up with, no for he had given her a task, a role to play and she damn well were going to play it to the fullest.

“I won’t sugarcoat the situation,” he continued, passing his eyes slowly over each person. Andre looked positively starving and Michael would be the one snack in the room. It didn’t go unnoticed that every single person seemed drawn by him, some more than others. His beauty was after all one of the greatest weapons. “Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilised life on earth.”

The air seemed to still, become colder at his words despite the fire burning behind him. It cast an orange aura around him lighting him up in either hellfire or a halo depending on one's point of view.

“The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas, has been overrun and destroyed.” Oya glanced at Venable who looked troubled at the information and of course she would. It have her a bitter sadisfaction to see the glimpse of panic on her face. Shivers went through the room. “We’ve had no contact from the 6 international outposts but we are assuming that they too have been eliminated.”

“What happened to the people inside?” Timothy asked suspiciously.

Michael rolled his head towards him, drawing out the tension before answering. “Massacred.”

For a moment it was as if every single person within the room had been douched in ice water, frozen at Michael’s disturbing words and the realization that it could every well be them next. Oya couldn’t blame them, his words even made her feel the shiver.

“The same fate that would befall all most all of you.”

“Almost all?” Mallory asked with raspy voice and faltered under the gaze of the others. Once more she proved herself to me more than what she presented.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur we build a failsafe, The Sanctuary,” Michael answered calmly.

“The Sanctuary?” Coco said not masking her skepticism.

“The Sanctuary is unique,” Michael elaborated. “It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.”

“Excuse me, Sir, but why weren't we given them?” Mrs. Mead asked worry painting her features while Venable looked positively furious. As well as the mask of superiority fit Venable every once in a while her eyes gave her away.

“That’s classified,” Michael shut her question down with the wave of his hand that elegantly raised through the air. Movements were like a cat or a trained ballerina, it was elegant and polished. “All that matters is that The Sanctuary will survive so that the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.” He made it seem so normal and that was possibly what disturbed the others so much, how he seemed almost indifferent to annihilation.

“Who are the people who are populating it?” Now it was Andre’s turn to ask a question, his eyes no longer eating Michael up now that the realisation of the severity of the situation had come.

“Also classified,” Michael answered with annoyance. “However, I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.”

Hope bloomed like a flower and spread like wildfire. It rippled through the room transformed into small whispers. Like birds they chippered and Oya participated in the role she had created for herself.

“The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning teknike we like to call -cooroperating. I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.” His eyes traveled through the room drinking in every expression. Every one of them but hers. Not once had he looked at her and it only made the fire within her chest burn more wild. It was irrational of her, she knew his plan, she knew her part, but after being deprived for so long irrationality became rational.

“What is this, the hunger games?” Coco began, her voice sounding like nails on a blackboard. Oya breathed out and leaned back, knowing exactly what was going to happen. Coco was shallow, superficial and downright childish. Somehow her ego was bigger than her dead father's bankbook. “This is bullshit!”

Michael lifted his eyebrows and glared at her with utter indifference while she continued her tantrum. “I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.”

“You don’t have to sit for questioning,” Michael simply answered with a nonchalant like none other. He couldn’t care less, she could drop dead right in front of him and he’d simply walk over her body on the way out.

“What happens if we don’t?” Andre braved to question.

“Then you stay here and die.” Nonchalance turned to annoyance once more. It was made obvious that if they wanted to survive they didn’t have a choice. He could walk out of here with all of them or none of them and from what he must think by now, the former were the prefered choice.

With minimal hesitation Gallant almost exclaimed, “I volunteer to go first.” And efficiently beat everyone to the punch. The bleached blond looked wide eyed at Michael.

“And so you shall.” The air in the room had become tense again, if it had ever chanced. The usual tension had been swallowed up by impending doom sprinkled with bits of hope. Oya dried her sweaty palms on the purple fabric and swallowed, annoyed with every single person in the room, most of them for falling into what Coco had once taught her ‘a thirst trap’, what she herself would have called desire for someone who stood as a gatekeeper between life and death. She was annoyed at their simplicity, human stupidity, but most of all for feeling it herself. “Process should only take me a couple of days, so…-you won't be kept in suspense forever.”

It happened then, their eyes met and she felt electricity shoot through her. It was but a moment, a leaf in the wind, but it made her feel all the more solid and less invisible. It was a simple acknowledgement that she was here and not a specter trapped in hell with these people. These people, she was part of them for now she realised and that was the reason why he had glanced her, just like he had done everyone else.

She got one look and no more.

Bastard.

“For those of you who don’t make the cut,” Michael spoke with ease, shaking his head slightly. “All is not lost.” Slowly he pulled a vile from within his sleeve. “If it were to happen that feral cannibals were to come knocking…” Now the vile filled with tiny little white capsules were on full display. She recognizes them as one of her own product, made to kill without pain, they were always good to have, pop it into someones wine or food and they’d drop dead. Did he ransack her medicine box?

A hint of a smirk formed on his face, smug in the face of death. “Down one of these. One minute later you fall asleep and never wake up.” Now that the severity of the situation had fully formed in their minds, the hint became but a memory when the smirk fully bloomed on his lips, eyes gleaming with power and mischief. He knew he had them right in his palm. “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

With that Michael left the room, leaving them all to down in their own thoughts. Venable looked troubled, unhappy that someone had come into her territory and was now fighting to keep what power she had. She tapped her cane on the floor harshly, the anger apparent, simmering beneath calm exterior.

In silence the world began to spin again. The grey’s were sent away to whatever work they had while the purples remained. Oya rose from her seat feeling smothered by Gallant and Coco. She found her way to the other side of the room, wanting to look over the books once more as if it would magically make a new one appear.

“Pet snake?” Venable spoke with a hard tone. Oya blinked at her confused for a moment.

“Yes.” Venable didn’t spare her a glance and instead walked away, her posse of trusted guarddogs following.

“Well, smooth move asking to go first,” Coco was the first one to break the silence, turning her anger and discomfort towards Gallant who looked almost innocent. Oya picked out a book with black leather and golden trimms, skimming through the old pages. This one was written in latin.

“It’s an old actors attage, either go first or go last,” Evie commented, her voice somehow more cutting that Coco’s.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Coco bit at the much older lady and thereby stepping into the battlegrounds. Oya rolled her eyes, hidden by shadows and leather, and she knew she wasn’t the only one.

“Are you suggesting that he’s going to pass me up?” Evie broke out offended. Oya had been wrong earlier, the biggest ego within these wretched walls was Evie. Apparently there were nothing she hadn’t done, no one famous she didn’t know and everyone was subjected to listening to her endless stories of hollywood grandeur. She was a Diva with a major D and she let everyone know it. Which was what had made it hard for Oya not to concoct something to slip into her many drinks or even that ugly lipstick the hag maganged to abuse. Sometimes she had even planned how to make her death look like divine intervention or fucking suicide.

“You’re ancient!” Coco barked back, body hopping a little on the plush pillows. If Evie was ancient what was she? “He’s looking for people to repopulate the earth not fill a bingohall.”

“You know, for someone with a mental capacity of a 3 year old I suppose 52 might seem ancient.” At this Oya couldn’t help but snort, trying to keep her laugh hidden. From the look of it they all heard, most of them agreeing with her sentiment. 52? 52?!

“You were 52 when Elvis took his last shit,” Coco snickered. Apparently this became too much for Gallant as he breathed out, “That’s enough.”

“No no, dear, let her spout. I remember…” Evie began her tale and Oya immediately shot her out. Coco and Oya made eye contact and there were a brief moment of understanding, acknowledgement of the others pain where both of them rolled their eyes at the hag continuing her story.

She put the book back and left the room, wanting to remove herself from the hassle of other humans. The halls were quiet, lit dimly by the candles that cast an orange glow on everything while managing to make every shadow darker and more sinister. She rolled her neck, trying to work out the tension that had build up there, while trying to calm the fire that burned within her. If she had run into Michael right then and there, she’d have dragged him by the hair to the staircase and pushed him over. Or that was what she would like to think happen, reality would most likely be much different.

It was strange being angry to the very bone, the fire burning through her chest and into her bloodstream, but also relieved. He as here, it was finally happening, but he was here and it was finally happening. The feelings were two very distinct ones, a mix of happiness and hatred, relief and disdain. The thought of being in a room with him brought a thrill tearing through her soul, but it also made it clear how abandoned she really felt.

Anything could happen during their impending interview. Only time would tell which feeling would win the battle.

#michael langdon #michael langdon fic #michael langdon imagine #obsidian & angelite

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AHS Apocalypse 8x03 Live Stream

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

Oh I thought the opening scene looked like the Dinah, Coco, Mallory descencum. Damn Michael...

Night Vision of the soul? Tell me about your powers!

Lol, spoiler, entitled, helpless.

OMG COCO! Fire Mallory lol

“Something Dark”

DAMN CALL HER SHALLOW!

Og again? He knows Dinah?

SHE’S NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH?!

DINAH IS A WITCH!

MICHAEL CONFIRMED IT!

Ish

Dinah is in the sanctuary!

Evil soul?

Oh nvm, it’s Andre.

Unless Dinah is Andre’s son...?

God this is one opening scene of mind fuckery.

I want Dinah to use some powers

Mallory’s made for that world?

Mallory should want to leave.

Ew what an ugly close up to Michael.

Oh Mallory has a darkness..... Unfun.

MALLORY PUSHED HIM BACK

MALLORY IS A WITCH!

OMG MALLORY PYROKINESISED MICHAEL!

That’s right Mallory! Call his ass right back out!!!!

OMG MY THEORY THAT DINAH MALLORY AND COCO R WITCHES ARE RIGHT!!!

THEY DID DESCECUM WHEN THE OTHER 3 WALK IN!

BEST OPENING SCENE IN AHS HISTORY!!!

I swear the opening theme has been changing scenes every week.

ITS COMMERCIALS AND I AM SCREAMING IN EXCITMENT STILL THAT MALLORY, BILLIE LOURD, AND DINAH, SAME NAME AS BLACK CANARY, ARE WITCHES!!!

I still wonder if Coco’s a witch based on set pics Ryan Murphy released.

I am so excited to find out how Dinah knows Michael.

Adina Porter came out and said the scripts made her mind twist and turn, and well I hope it’s true cause it’ll be interesting to see a strong black witch since Angela Basset is too busy with 911 to come back as Marie.

Omg Michael’s doing a spell, ritual.

I wonder if it’s Tate father of devil father.

OHHHH It’s a scrying!!!

He thought he destroyed them all?

Michael did the witches?!

HE DESTROYED WHO? THE WITCHES?!

I cant with this fucking shit. Omg Witches need to ocme and take hsi ass back.

Boiling blood is actually kind of a cool effect.

Am I the only one whos still scare dof Michael’s demon face that happened earlier?

Oh yay the snakes are still around.

Ave Satanis... “Awaken Satan” right?

Kathy Bate’s voice is so distinct.

Her own self made costume is adorable.

The tricker treatgiver is a famous actress I remember her from places.

Wasn’t Kathy Bates in Rosemary’s baby?

Go Young Kathy Bates! Slap him.

Oh shit, she’s a good fighter!

Oh she’s an agent. This makes sense.

Can we have Kathy Bates in Spy 2?

Can someone inform Melissa McCarthy and 50 Cent Piece to get Kathy in on this?

Oh everything happened on Halloween in Kathy Bates’ life. Nice.

Okay as nice as robot Kathy Bates’ life story is, can we get back to the witches?

I still swear Mallory and Coco are connected because they’re witchy powers keep them together.

I am so validated by this knowledge they were witches.

Awww Venable showing support for Kathy Bates is actually touching.

Omg Venable being so adamant on Michael is very interesting.

“That’s Outrageous”

“If you die here, Justice dies here” Really? you’re the sadists here!

“Kill everyone!” Jeez Kathy, these methods are nice.

“ You’re mean and self invovled enough to survive anything, and I’m a robot”

Oh is this guy the Coco husband who screams “You bitch?”

Someone saw a leaked pic that he appears again I think.

I was a finalist on top chef omg hahahhaa

Omg, he is very good “tracking” her for a year.

No one sees the figure approaching behind him?

I wonder where this guy got the gun.

Wait I guess we know officially that the apocalypse did actually happen.

How come these people can breath fine without pain like the people Michael claims he saw.

mother with kids^

OMG ANOTHER WITCH BREACH?!

STEP FORTH WITCHES PLEASE!!!!!

MADISON I INVOKE THEE!!!

They teleported in already I bet.

Ugh.... Why can’t we just reveal the witches already.

Anyone have any guesses where Michael did the ritual? I am very curious? How do people not notice things that happen in this place?

Apples... cause they’re fucking for Adam and Eve aka UCLA and Jail Girl

lol a nurtition blog!

Oh Venable happy enough to try the red delicious.

Vine providence? Wtf Kathy Bates....

Before they die? Don’t you just kill them anyways?

“Not a bad apple in the bunch?” Is that symbolism for they all deserve to go to the sancutary?

WHERE ARE THE WITCHES?

I could honestly care less about Coco’s husbando bf guy.

How can he breath the air and not the guy in the mask?

This Nuclear fallout is making less and less sense to me.

Less sense than where are the witches of all things.

I ownder how Coco will react ot seeing him.

MALLORY STARE AT THE FIRE AND INVOKE THINGS PLEASE!

Oh another Gray got a speaking line.

God I have a lot of thoughts tonight.

Celebration and Comradery?

Wait the only saved Asian is a Gray....

Victorian Masquerade Ball.... @holypancakes is about to blow it!

What are they going to be able to make in this bunker.

Omg Coco, and Gay Evan Peters destroying Mallory is so relatable and sad.

Omg Stew!!! I love how they love Stew.

“I don’t wanna rub it in for the ones who don’t get picked” lol

“No offense Mallory” BAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAJA

These 1v1′s is hilarious.

OMG WHY THE FACE AGAIN :’(

Oh Mallory’s coming out of the broom closet!

Oh they’re laughing at him.

NO MALLORY ITS NOT THE BLAST!

OMG DARK PHEONIX! Shit thats so meta, with Quicksilver right there lol.

Coco commanding shit.

I know she probably won’t but pleas Mallory do something.

This is such a Cinderella point.

Shit Coco is kind of getting a little far right now.

She totally had a point with Evie’s room.

OH IS THIS WHEN MADISON APPEARS IN THE BEAK MASK TO DINAH OR WHOEVER IN THE TRAILER?!

I know it’s not confirmed but we all know that mask was the same Madison wore for to scare Zoe in Bitchcraft.

LOL “Sweet horses”

Lol Mallory has to introduce her.

LOL THAT BOO

FX WTF DON’T U FUCK UP THE PICTURE AUDIO NOW!

Oh shit Venable knows the Ghosts situation.

I mean if it’s been 18 months, this has happened before.

I wonder how many monologes Sarah Paulson has this season.

WHAT MUSIC WILL PLAY I WONDER?!

No idea what this symbolizes honestly.

Oh UCLA’s wire crown is actually creative.

OMG THE FOG IS ROLLING IN WHICH MEANS THE WITCHES CAN COME!

Madison is not that tall, so idk who that could be.

Mr. Langdon doesn’t seem that tall either.

Is Coco dying? Damn....

I still pray it’s Madison, but still.

Wait Coco got into Harvard?

I hope it’s like by real merit. Not money.

BITCH YOU WERE TRYING TO BE AN INFLUENCER U NEVER MADE IT!

Analingus omg Coco.

Coco’s about to die sigh.

Coco can you not....

Short tongue and sensitive gag reflex. sigh this show.

Oh shit Brock I forgot he was around lol.

HOW DARE SHE INVOKE SUSHI!

Brock doesn’t look happy.

NOOOOOO COCO!!!!!!!!

SOMEONE VITAL VITALUS HER!

WHERE IS MISTY?!

BRING COCO BACK!!!!

COCO WAS SEEN IN OTHER SET PARTS AND SHIT!

Lol festivities and your gun. Bitch, has no clue who Michael is.

So many snakes.

I wonder how bored they must be that this si so thirlling for them.

I wonder how many times these peopl have bobbed for apples. I think it’s harder than this I think.

I also think it’s weird UCLA and Jail Girl are so calm right now about all this. They were about to be murdered last week. I don’t knwo how I could deal with these people.

I wonder how bad this mass suicide will end up.

Oh Gay Evan Peters sis howing signs.

Mallory might be immune?

Oh nvm she threw up.

Oh UVLA had blood on Jail Girl ew.

Gay Evan Peters looked so fake.

I wonder what it’s like to act this scene.

Okay so where is Misty to bring everyone back?

Literally we know Misty is in the first 5 episodes since the trailer promos only filmed the first 5 episodes at time they made it. I thought she’d be in later.

Misty being team Michael would make so much sense based on what we just saw.

“Oh Venable you think you killed everyone? HA! Watch this,” Michael shows Misty who dances around and brings everyone back.

“And here’s the trick” hahahaha

I’m still waiting for Michael to bring Misty in.

I wonder when they’re going to realize Coco’s like head stabbed.

Oh shit he’s just open about the laptop being there lol.

I think this is funny, let alone Michael.

Oh shit, she passed the test!

I wouldn’t do that either.

NO SCARY FACT IS COMING BACK :’(

Oh wait she’s on his side duh #HailSatan

OH SHIT!!! CONCILUM!!!!

BE THAT WARLOCK MICHAEL!

I know why she did it.

Michael’s monologe right now is so confusing.

Not what he’s saying, but how interested I am.

Where is the witches?

Someone from his childhood?!

The Beautiful Boy? I’m still confused by this.

Okay so this song is so calming over these corpses and bile.

Brock is around doing what right now?

OH SONG CHANGE?!

THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS?!

Oh no, it might not be?

OMG THEY’RE COMING!

THEY’RE HERE!

OMG I BET THEY ARE!!!!

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

THEY’RE IN MY EYE SIGHT!

I SEE THEM!!!

I’M DYING!!!!

I AM CANARY CRYING ALL OVER THE PLACE RIGHT NOW!!!!

OMG MY EYES MY HEART MY LIFE!

I CAN’T HANDLE THIS OMG YASSS BRING THEM BACK!

BRING BACK MALLORY AND CO!

FIND OUR SISTERS YES!!!!!!

I KNEW IT COCO IS A SISTER!

YASSSS RESURGENCE!

Madison looked happy to see them back.

OMG YES MADISON KNEW! SHE GOT THE LAST LINE!

AHHHHH SHE GOT THE LAST LINE!!!!

i am so happy!!!!!

#ahs #ahs apocalypse spoilers #ahs apocalypse

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Come Back, Be Here - Chapter 64

Both Latinas stir awake when they hear someone banging on their front door.

“Go away.” Camila half yells half mumbles into the pillow when the banging doesn’t cease. When it only gets louder, Lauren finally drags herself out of bed while Camila tries to muffle the noise with her pillow.

“Camren! We bought a house!” Dinah shouts as soon as the door in front of her opens. She drags her wife inside the house and Normani looks at the green-eyed girl sympathetically. Even though Dinah may not feel bad about waking people up at an ungodly hour on the weekend, she does.

“Not that I don’t love both of your company, but it’s 8 am on a Saturday morning.” Lauren runs her fingers through her disheveled hair.

“We bought a house!” Dinah screeches and Lauren grimaces at the loudness of her voice.

“It’s 8 in the fucking morning!” All three girls turn their heads and see a very annoyed Camila walk out from the bedroom dressed in nothing but one of Lauren’s old concert tees. She walks straight past all of them and straight to the fridge. “You bought a house. Congratu-fucking-lations. Happy for you, but could you have not told us at, I don’t know, noon?”

“She’s not a morning person.” Lauren whispers to the two girls in front of her and they both nod their heads.

“She’s never been one. I knew there was a chance she’d murder me when I knocked on your door at 8 am, but we couldn’t wait to tell you guys the news.” Dinah gushes and Camila walks over to them with a glass of orange juice in her hand.

“You bought a house. The whole neighborhood heard.” Camila says unenthusiastically as she takes a sip of her orange juice. Lauren giggles at her wife’s grumpiness and snakes an arm around her waist so she can pull her into her side.

“Not just any house, Walz. We bought a house close to yours! We’re neighbors!” Dinah practically screams and Camila calmly sets the empty glass on the counter in front of her. She leans in and kisses her wife on the cheek before untangling herself from her and walking over to Dinah. She leans in and kisses her on the cheek before doing the same to Normani.

“Glad you bought a house, Cheech. Tell me again at noon and I promise to be more enthusiastic.” The younger Latina says as she shuffles back to the bedroom. Before she walks in, she turns back around and faces her best friend. “And D, next time you wake me up at 8 am, you will get murdered. That’s a promise.”

All three girls just laugh fondly and shake their heads at Camila’s dramatic behavior. For the next 30 minutes, Normani lets Dinah tell Lauren about all the details of their new house and then they inform her that they will be having a party this afternoon in their new place to celebrate. When Normani sees the green-eyed girl let out a yawn, she takes Dinah by the hand and practically drags her out of the house, apologizing one last time on her way out to the brunette for waking them up.

Around noon, Camila and Lauren wake up for a second time. After they get themselves ready, get Sofi ready, and feed Cam, they head out and walk a couple of houses down to Dinah and Normani’s new house. Lauren checks the house number on the mailbox and when she sees that it says 727, she leads Sofi and Camila up the driveway.

“Wow they really are our neighbors aren’t they?” Camila chuckles as she looks back at their house and counts the number of houses between them. Turns out there are only three houses between them. “Hell if we cracked a window at night we could probably hear them having sex.” The Latina leans in and whispers the last part to her wife so Sofi can’t hear.

Lauren just looks at her with an amused, yet baffled expression and Camila shrugs her shoulders. The green-eyed girl can honestly say that life with Camila is never boring because still to this day she can never predict what will come out of her mouth. Most of the time it’s random jokes that aren’t even funny, but when Camila laughs at them, Lauren can’t help but join in. Her laugh is contagious and yes she’s a little whipped. The older Cuban absolutely loves Camila’s randomness and corny jokes. She also adores her mind, especially the crazy parts of it.

When they ring the doorbell, Dinah opens the door immediately.

“You rang bitches?” The Polynesian greets them with a smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand.

“Language, baby.” Normani comes up behind her wife and gestures to Sofi.

“I’m sure she’s heard much worse. She lives with these two you know.” The Polynesian points at the two brunettes standing before her and they both just roll their eyes playfully and walk right past her and on into the house.

“Oh Cheech, it’s gorgeous!” Camila gushes as she admires the inside of the new house. “And you only live three houses down, which means when I run out of milk or bananas, I can just come borrow some.”

“Oh hell, Mani what did we get ourselves into?” Dinah whispers to her wife and Camila laughs her evil laugh that she knows her best friend finds creepy.

“There’s no escaping me now!” The younger Latina lunges at her best friend and latches onto her like a koala.

“Lauren, come get your pet koala please. No animals allowed in the new house.” Dinah tries to pry her friend off of her, but Camila is latched on very tight. Lauren and Normani just laugh at Dinah’s current predicament. Anyone watching their exchange would probably think they were in middle school and not two grown adults.

“C'mon Karla the Koala.” Lauren snakes an arm around her wife’s waist and tries to carefully unlatch Camila from Dinah.

“Call me Karla again and you’re sleeping in the yard tonight. Not even on the couch. In the yard.” Camila threatens as she turns her head to the side and tries to give her wife her best evil eye.

“The yard, huh?” Lauren attaches her fingers to Camila’s sides and tickles her until she finally lets go of Dinah. When she does, Lauren catches her and sets her back on her own two feet.

“You’d think they were all my age.” Sofi leans in and whispers to Normani as they both watch the three girls interact.

“Tell me about it.” Normani chuckles and ruffles Sofi’s hair.

Seconds later, they hear another knock at the door and Normani opens it to find Ally and Shawn. They are both carrying two boxes of pizza each and everyone’s mouth waters at the sight of the food.

“Hi!” The dark-skinned girl squeals and hugs her shorter friend.

“Shally!” Camila yells when she sees the couple and runs over to the door so she can wrap the two in a tight hug. “It’s been too long.”

“Mila, I saw you two days ago when you came into the restaurant for lunch.” Ally informs her.

“Oh yeah. Stupid brain doesn’t work right I swear. Someone should’ve told my attacker that things like soccer balls are meant to be kicked, not heads.” The Latina chuckles, but stops quickly when she sees the looks that she’s receiving from all her friends.

“Damn, Mila. Your jokes are either corny or very dark. There’s never an in-between.” Dinah walks over and slings an arm across her best friend’s shoulders. “We gotta work on them. I have a few good jokes I could teach you.”

“Yeah I’m sure yours are real knee slappers.” Camila pats the Polynesian’s hand that’s dangling from her shoulder before interlacing their fingers.

“Well since the food is here, let’s eat.” Normani chimes in and every nods in agreement. Dinah laughs when Camila’s stomach growls at the mention of food.

“Ally did you bring-” Camila starts, but the shorter girl cuts her off.

“Pineapple. Yes, of course I did.” The restaurant owner rolls her eyes and walks into the kitchen.

“What is with the sass?” Camila groans in fake annoyance. “Just making sure you remembered to bring my favorite food.”

“I thought Lauren was your favorite food, Mila.” Dinah smirks and the two Latinas practically choke on air.

“Dinah Jane I will not remind you again about watching what you say when Sofi is around.” Normani chastises her wife.

“It’s okay. I’ve heard Camila tell Lauren that she’s her favorite thing to eat many times.” Sofi says nonchalantly as she walks into the kitchen behind Ally. “Usually I hear her say it late at night when I have to get up and go to the restroom. Adults are weird.”

Everyone besides Camila and Lauren start laughing uncontrollably. Dinah is laughing so hard that she’s repeatedly slapping the counter with the palm of her hand and the other three are clutching their sides and wiping tears from their eyes. Sofi, not really understanding what’s going on, just shrugs and grabs a piece of pizza from one of the boxes and heads to find a seat at the table. Camila and Lauren, however, stand motionless and wide-eyed, their jaws dropped practically to the floor.

“I’m-” Camila opens her mouth to speak, but then closes it again. She’s speechless. Instead of trying to talk again, she literally shuffles closer to Lauren and buries her face in her neck to try to hide the pink tint on her cheeks.

“We have got to be quieter.” Lauren blurts out and Camila just nods her head in agreement.

“Which is such a shame because I love the way my name sounds when you’re screaming it.” Camila says and Lauren feels her lips attach to her neck.

Did she literally just transition from embarrassed to sexual in a span of 3 seconds? Lauren thinks as she feels Camila lightly bite her neck.

“Fuck, Camz. Not here.” She whispers when she makes eye contact with Dinah and the Polynesian just shakes her head, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Later then, baby.” The younger Latina places a tender kiss to her wife’s neck before moseying on into the kitchen where Ally is setting out the pizzas.

Casual small talk is made at dinner as usual. Camila and Lauren talk about their job searching, Normani and Dinah gush about the new house, and Ally and Shawn just sit quietly and listen.

It’s not until everyone throws their plates away and settles down in the living room on the couches that the two decide to speak up.

“We’re getting married.” Ally blurts out as soon as they are all seated comfortably. Maybe she should have told everyone before they got seated because once all girls hear the news, they jump back to their feet and tackle the smaller girl in a hug.

“How did he do it?”

“When did he do it?”

“Where’s the ring?”

Are just a few of the questions that stumble from the girls’ mouths. Ally just chuckles as she pulls the ring from her back pocket and slips it on her finger.

All the girls gush over the engagement and the ring for hours. When the clock hits midnight, everyone decides it’s time to part ways.

When Camila and Lauren return to their house, they both tuck Sofi into bed and retire to their room. After brushing her teeth, Camila settles in bed next to Lauren, who is intently reading a book. The younger Latina admires her wife’s gorgeous side profile. She watches as Lauren’s eyebrows furrow slightly as she’s reading the book. It is in that very moment that Camila decides she’s finally ready to tell Lauren something that has been on her mind for awhile now. She’s not sure how she will react, but she knows Lauren loves her endlessly so she hopes the green-eyed girl will be on the same page as her.

“Lauren.” Camila speaks up, putting an end to the comfortable silence between them.

“Hmm.” The green-eyed girl hums, her eyes still trained on the paper back book in her hands.

“I want to have a baby.”

#UPDATE #series #AU #slash #camren #norminah #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Come Back Be Here

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Divine (Lauren/You) - Chapter 1

// Your POV

To say that I hate Lauren Jauregui was an over-exaggeration.

I just didn’t precisely enjoy fangirling around the so-called ‘raven hair goddess’, like most people did. She was the owner of the biggest nightclub in Miami, Club Vapor. It seems like your typical generic go-to place if you wanted to get drunk and party yourself into oblivion, to be completely honest, but for some reason people loved going there, and getting in was extremely hard.

While I don’t enjoy drinking myself to possible death, I’m not one to turn down a good night of fun either. But tonight was not the night.

My friend, Dinah Jane Hansen, somehow managed to get us passes for tonight. She kept going on and on about how special it would be, just because tonight was the night Jauregui would attend. Apparently, she herself can’t resist but dream of meeting the successful owner.

“You don’t know what I went through to get these, girl,” Dinah said as she waved the passes in my face. We were in our small living room in our shared flat, me on the couch and her pacing around furiously. “You have to go,” she whined as she flopped next to me.

“I don’t see what’s so special about this place that I just have to risk failing my final tomorrow to go,” I told her as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You know how much of a bitch med school is.”

“You’re so lame,” the Polynesian huffed. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

“I’m sure,” I said, almost sarcastically.

“Oh, come on,” Dinah said as she made her way towards the bathroom. “Even Ally is going.”

I widened my eyes at her choice of words. I knew how Ally was with the whole clubbing thing. That girl never managed to grasp some sort of interest for going to such places, and much less for over-drinking and grinding up against someone throughout a night. It’s not necessarily the fact that she praises the Lord more than anyone I know combined, she just finds other things in life more enjoyable, and hearing this definitely surprised me.

“Ally,” I repeated, and Dinah turned to face me and nodded as if to reassure me. “As in Saint Allyson Brooke Hernandez?”

“What other Ally is there?” She asked with a hint of sarcasm, while turning back around again and doing her make up in front of the mirror. “You know, you might even get to meet THE Lauren Jauregui,” she added exaggeratedly.

“Couldn’t care less about that stuck-up fuckgirl, if I’m quite honest with you,” I said with a shrug, standing up from my seat. “But I know how much you’d love to be able to breathe the same air as her.”

“Some piled up judgment you have,” Dinah murmured as if to herself, but I rolled my eyes at that.

I guess I somehow lost myself in the conversation with Dinah that I completely forgot about my exam tomorrow. Sure I’ve studied throughout the whole semester, but that doesn’t make it less scary, and more studying never equaled to a bad grade. I saw the tall blonde currently humming a song while doing a little dance in front of the mirror. Her playfulness always seemed to cheer me up. Maybe I won’t exactly bomb my final but there’s no way I would fail it either if I go out tonight.

Just make sure to not drink too much, I told myself and tried to relax mentally.

It shouldn’t be too bad, after all.

I’m not sure when time passed by, but I had a very very short shower, got my navy blue skin-tight dress on, and Dinah was now doing my hair. Ally shot me a text saying that she was on her way over for some pregame and I was surprised she knew what that meant. It was probably Dinah that forced it out of her, but I’ll take it anyways.

Once Dinah was done, I squeezed her forearm as a small thank you and made my way over to the kitchen to prepare some drinks for the three of us. I heard the doorbell ring on my way.

“It’s open,” I yelled as I took three glasses from the cupboard above the counter. Our kitchen was pretty simple and small, but we never did a lot in it anyways.

“Hey y'all,” Ally chirped as she came in through the door, making her presence known. The small blonde entered the kitchen with her heels in her hands. “These are a pain, I’ll tell you that,” she gave me a warm smile.

“Well, you’ll have to survive for six more hours, so you can either die being tall or live in flats,” I smirked as I started pouring vodka shots.

“If we die,” She said suddenly, all serious, raising her hand with her heels in it in the air. “We shall die like men.”

I shook my head at her playfulness and passed her a glass of the freshly out of the freezer vodka.

“Oooh,” the blonde said, raising her glass to mine. “Pre.. gaming,” she pointed with her pointer on the other hand, as if to prove her point.

“Yes,” I said slowly, tilting my head to the side to her actions, and she only grinned in response. We clinked our glasses and took our shot. The liquid burned its way through my throat to my stomach, giving me a warm pleasant feeling. Ally, on the other hand, was making a face and waving her hand in front of her mouth. “Burns, huh?” I laughed.

She nodded furiously while grabbing a hold of the counter for some support.

“'Sup, smalls?” Dinah entered the kitchen all dolled up and did a little show off walk to us. I whistled at her which made Ally slap my arm.

“Ouch,” I said to her, a bit louder than necessary.

She shook her head my way. Dinah only smirked in response and leaned on the counter.

“We need more glasses,” Dinah said as she reached over and grabbed two more, placing them in front of me. I raised an eyebrow and Ally’s face drained all color. “It’s for me, don’t worry, hun,” Dinah playfully nudged Ally, which made the shorter girl’s tenseness go away.

I complied to her request and I poured more in the now five glasses. I passed them around and we continued on with our predrinking for a while. We did this partly because drinks are way too expensive at night clubs, so we have to arrive there tipsy at the least, and partly because you never know what might be in the drink.

Ally ended up taking only two, I took four and Dinah five.

It was maybe one more than necessary, but we were going to drink that one at Club Vapor anyways. Once we were done, Dinah notified us that our Uber was waiting in front of our building. As Ally and I started gathering up, Dinah was pouring herself some more vodka in a water bottle, claiming that no-one would notice or care.

The line was undeniably extra long once we got to Club Vapor. Most of them were young adults, either in or freshly out of college, or just high-schoolers that hope to pass with their fake ID. Once it was our turn, we were met by two huge security guards. The big bald black dude with the name tag Rob, took our passes and IDs while looking us over up and down. He took his time doing so, which made Dinah huff in impatience, but he seemed used to it and let it pass. Once he confirmed that we were allowed in, Dinah immediately took off, leaving me and Ally in a try to catch up in fear of getting lost throughout the crowd.

Once Ally and I were in, we were met by a surprisingly huge amount of space. From the outside it looks way smaller, but looks can be deceiving. All of the blue and purple lights were shining down to the big pile of people in the middle, which I predicted was mainly the dance floor. To the left and the right were glass tables and chairs, and there was an upper level, as some sort of balcony all around. I looked around and saw a DJ booth in the back, and to the sides of it were stairs that led upstairs.

I got so lost in how big this place is, trying to pay attention to every detail, since it looked like a lot of time and effort was put into designing it, that I didn’t notice Ally tugging on my hand.

“Y/N,” the small girl snapped me out of my daze, and I turned to face her in the dim lighting. “This place is huge,” she said as she looked around.

“I know,” I said as I followed her gaze. I decided I didn’t want to go up against sweaty bodies just yet, and my tipsiness was wearing off. “Let’s go sit down and get something to drink.”

Ally nodded and I took her by the hand and we made our way past the big pile of people. I had to hold her in a strong grip, since it was hard to get through. Once we did reach the tables that were on the right, we immediately grabbed seats in one of the few available booths in the back.

“Where the hell is Dinah?” I asked her as we sat down.

“Language,” she pointed a finger at me and I shrugged. “I guess we’re going to have to pray to the Lord for the best.”

I took my phone out and shot a quick text to Dinah.

To Dinah 11:29 p.m.

where are u?

I put my phone on the glass table and just then a person walked by with drinks around. Ally waved them over, and they, more specifically he, gave us a smile while walking towards us.

“What would you like, ladies?” He asked in a polite tone, which made Ally smile back.

“What would you recommend?” The short girl perched up an eyebrow while looking at the available drinks.

He got closer to her. “I usually wouldn’t, but these last two cocktails are great, and I would rather you ladies have it than some other trashy teen,” he said in a hushed tone, giving her another smile.

I watched the interaction from aside and was surprised at how casually Ally was accepting his flirting. I let them be while I looked around the club, trying to find something interesting. There wasn’t much going on on the dance floor, nor at the table around us. I looked at the balcony and saw that most of the people there were either caught up in a conversation or were just looking over the people downstairs. It looked like everyone was just chilling, unlike the intense grinding up on each other down here.

My eyes caught onto a specific group of two, and I immediately recognized one of them. It was Lauren Jauregui, I was sure of it, and she was making conversation with a dark-skinned girl. Even though the sight of her made my stomach churn, I had to admit she could pull off a suit. In the little amount of lighting upstairs, I could only make out that she wore full on black and it gave off a very mysterious yet attractive vibe. I can obviously see why people would go for her, but the amount stories of fucking around I’ve heard she’s done really ruins it for me.

I turned my attention to Ally, who was now sipping on her drink happily. I wondered where Dinah was, and just then my phone lit up with a notification of a message from her.

Dinah 12:01 a.m.

where is u

To Dinah 12:01 a.m.

in a booth on the right side

get ur ass here now

I locked my phone and turned to Ally.

“Dinah should be here in a minute,” I told her, and she hummed while still drinking on a cocktail. I just so noticed that she finished hers and started mine, and I laughed. “It’s good, huh?”

The small girl gave me a thumbs up and smiled into her straw. Just then, Dinah slumped next to me.

“Sup, dawgs,” the tall Polynesian announced herself and from the close proximity we were at, I could smell the strong alcohol on her breath.

“How much did you have to drink, Dinah?”

She held up a couple of fingers on her hands, as if to count them, but she got lost in the process and I shook my head at it. I looked over to see Ally waving at the same guy that gave us the drinks, possibly to ask for more. Once he caught sight of her, he approached us with the same smile, and when Ally reached for another drink, he shook his head no.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said as she politely pushed her hand away. It was obvious from her state that she wouldn’t be able to handle more of it, and I’m glad that he noticed it. Just then he turned to me. “If you need any help, you can find me at the bar,” he nodded over at where the big bar was.

“Thank you, uhm?” I asked, motioning for his name.

“Troy.”

“Thank you, Troy.” I gave him a genuine smile and he was off on his way. At that, Dinah pushed further into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and Ally was pouting and biting on her straw. I huffed as I realized I was going to be the designated sober friend for the night.

I don’t remember for how long we sat there, making weird out-of-the-blue conversations, but I did notice the club starting to clean up a bit. I looked at my phone and saw that it was already past 2 a.m., and I nudged both Ally and Dinah to get their attention.

Dinah still wasn’t sobered up and Ally was being sleepy, making my job to get them home extremely hard. I realized at some point in the night that Ally is going to sleep over, since I wouldn’t completely trust her with herself at the state she’s in.

“What?” Ally groaned as she rubbed on her eyes, smearing her make up in the process. She looked at the back of her palms in realization of what she did, but seemed unfazed by it.

“We need to start gathering up,” I told her as I grabbed a hold of Dinah and stood up with her.

She leaned a rather big part of her weight on me. “I loveee you, Y/N,” Dinah said as she threw one hand around the back of my neck.

“Love you too,” I told her as I motioned for Ally to start walking in front of me.

We walked to the exit of the club way more easily than we walked in previously tonight. I kept in mind to walk through the table area next time, since it was way more empty and comfortable to do so. Once we were out, the cold Miami air hit me really quickly, making me shiver. I looked around and saw a lot of people trying to start on their way home, either with someone barely holding them up or just almost tripping over their own feet on their own.

I looked to my sides to a very sleepy Ally and a very confused Dinah. I sighed as I barely called up a taxi while still having a hold on the girls. The person said they’d take about ten minutes, and I thanked them as I hung up.

“I wanna sit,” Dinah slurred down and Ally hummed in agreement and immediately sat down on the pavement.

“Okay, then, let’s sit,” I said as I dragged Dinah down with me, and we waited for the taxi driver to arrive. I was mindlessly scrolling through my phone, Dinah was playing with her hair, and Ally was trying to not fall asleep.

“You seem lost,” a voice said from behind and as I turned, I immediately recognized them. It was the same dark-skinned girl that was talking to Jauregui previously. She was wearing a white skin-tight dress that showed off her curves perfectly, and her make up was pretty light, which made her eyes pop out. She tilted her head to the side, patiently waiting for an answer. Just then Dinah turned around to speak, but when she did look who it was, she only whispered an oh shit.

I’m pretty sure the girl heard it, but she seemed as if she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. On the contrary, it made the girl smirk.

“Do you need help with getting home, ladies?” She asked in a polite manner, while offering her hand in introduction. “The name’s Normani.”

Dinah immediately grabbed it and shook it, standing up. “Dinah Jane Hansen,” she said, making Normani hum and look her up and down, as if trying to figure something out.

“It’s a pleasure, Ms. Hansen,” she finally said, grinning. Then she looked to Ally and I. “And you are?”

“Y/N,” I said and nodded over to Ally, that was now laying down with her eyes closed. “And that’s Ally, don’t mind her, please. But to answer your question, we already called for a cab, thank you.”

She looked over to me with a puzzled look, and as she was about to respond, someone else barged into our conversation.

“I was looking for you everywhere, Mani, where have you been?” A raspy voice said, and at the sound of heels connecting with the ground I shot my head up.

That’s when I saw her. Lauren Jauregui. A part of me was disgusted, but was overshadowed by another part that couldn’t believe this was a real person. Up close, she was way more mesmerizing than the descriptions I’ve heard so many times from so many people. Hell, even I couldn’t put it into words. I was going to give her a once-over, but the piercing green eyed gaze caught mine and I was so afraid it would actually shoot through me, that I had to look to Ally for cover up.

“I needed some air,” I heard Normani speak up.

“You should’ve told me, I was worried for a moment,” Jauregui said and I could feel her gaze on the three of us. “Are these friends of yours?”

“No, I just met them, and they seem like they need help getting home safely,” Normani replied and I was surprised by the politeness in their tones.

I looked back at Lauren and tried to hold my gaze on her. “We’re really just waiting for our cab to arrive,” I said, sort of defensively.

The semi-goddess looked back at me again, and I swear my breath got caught in my throat. “Nonsense,” she said as she gave me a once-over, and a shiver ran up my spine. Whether it was from the cold or her, I had no idea. “It wouldn’t be nice of me to leave three beautiful young ladies such as yourselves waiting on a cab driver,” Lauren spoke again with high manner, and it took everything in me to not look away.

“Thank you, but, I promise you, we’re-” I started but was caught off by her hand raising up.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t accept it, Miss..?” She trailed off as if to motion for my last name.

“Y/LN.”

“Miss Y/LN,” she said sort of experimentally. “I insist on you being brought home by my driver, it is not a very safe time, as you might know.”

Ally then made her presence known. “I wanna go homee,” she slurred and rolled over on her stomach, reaching her hand out to me. I huffed as I grabbed and held it in reassurance.

“We are going home, Ally, our cab will be here any minute,” I said to her, and turning my gaze back to Lauren. “Thank you again for the offer, but we can manage.”

Jauregui pursed her lips. “If that is your wish, Miss Y/LN,” she spoke up and turned to Normani and Dinah, that were caught up in a conversation of their own. She smiled and turned back to me again. “I do hope to see you again at Vapor,” the green-eyed girl reached her hand out for me to shake.

“Maybe, if we get a way in,” I chuckled and shook her hand, which was surprisingly soft and her grip was strong enough to be reassuring and comforting in a way.

“I’m sure you will.” And with that, Lauren was off with Normani soon following.

I was still in a daze of just how I had a conversation with THE Lauren Jauregui. That was actually nice and polite, not stuck up as they said she is. Or it’s just a whole show that everyone falls for. Even though I was being skeptical about that, her beauty and the whole aura she brings with herself was undeniably divine.

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