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IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE LET ME TAKE A SEATTTTT 🤭

pomegranate seeds

v: new moon

a/n: oh this chapter BEAT MY ASS but happy birthday to me omg!! can’t believe i’m officially a hag now. i hope y’all like this chapter (it’s a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be lmoa)

tag pookies: @clinicallykrazy @afriques @motheroffae

content warnings: gay shit, jt uses they/them pronouns, keyondra is a nasty spirit, vampire on vampire crime?, vampire antics (blood drinking, bloodlust, insane strength, etc.), grubby ass soros at the party (they just being aggy), meeks my son!!!, slight violence ig (deserved!!), supernatural shit, definitely not cheating but i wouldn’t let it happen to me tho lmao

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Shuri walked back to her and Zahira’s shared dorm room with the air of a wilted flower, doing everything in her power to not start bawling like a newborn in the middle of the halls.

Keyondra’s seemingly sudden outburst hit several nerves and it only became more apparent to the young vampire when she arrived at her dorm room. The sight of the red dorm door made a pit form in the Princess’ stomach, something about having to wallow in her rejection from the track team by herself upset her further, but at the same time Shuri was thankful Zahira wouldn’t be behind the door witnessing her wallowing.

Although the sophomore was rather cold to her at times, the panther still found comfort in faer presence. Shuri wasn’t really sure why but she didn’t mind the biochemistry major’s disinterest in her so long as she didn’t ignore her.

It was nice to be acknowledged.

The Wakandan wiped away the hot tears that started to spill down her face as she pulled out her dorm key and unlocked the door, eager to just change clothes and sink into her mattress.

Upon opening the red door, Shuri was bombarded with the delicious scent of something cooking on Zahira’s portable stove. Shock painted the royal’s face as she closed the dorm door behind her, widened bleary eyes taking in the couple, giggly and cozied up on the floor. Riri was seated comfortably on Zahira’s bed wearing some red basketball shorts and a loose pink top that looked like it belonged to her girlfriend, while she massaged the biochemistry major’s shoulders as fae stirred the sauce for the mushroom stroganoff.

Shuri was going to be sick.

“What’s wrong, Shuri?” Riri asked as she took in the royal’s glassy eyes, getting up from her place on Zahira’s bed. The southern vampire tilted her head in confusion and concern from faer seat on the floor, “You alright, Shuri?” Even if Zahira couldn’t sense the distress rolling off of the Wakandan, Shuri was doing a poor job of hiding the look of defeat on her face.

“Yes…um,” The vampire Princess was quick to wipe at her face again, “I just got done watching track practice, that’s all.”

Zahira almost rolled faer eyes just from hearing the track team mentioned. Hope Keyondra thieving ass got kicked from the team, the irritated sophomore thought to herself quietly.

“And Coach Brown ain’t try to recruit you? I know she always tryna hunt down more sprinters.” Shuri averted her eyes from her roommate as they started to sting from the tears of embarrassment welling in her eyes.

“I was looking for the coach actually, but I just ended up running into one of the track members. Keyondra, I think?”

Zahira cut off the royal before she could open her mouth again, “Keyondra? What did Keyondra say?” Shuri could tell from the way her roommate spit out the girl’s name like it was poison that fae didn’t like her.

The Princess was quick to come up with a lie to spare Keyondra. Though Shuri didn’t know the track runner and she was very rude, she didn’t want to burden her roommate or Riri just because she was too meek to handle the situation. “Well, she just told me she didn’t know where the coach was so I took that as a sign-” Once again, Shuri was cut off by an increasingly irritated roommate.

“Look, Shuri, whatever Keyondra mean ass told you, don’t take it to heart,” Zahira waved her hands dismissively as she thought of the evil sprinter, “She full of shit and lies.” Of course the vampire was pressed about the track runner stealing faer familiar, but people like Keyondra that thought they could mess with whoever they wanted, confident there wouldn’t be any consequences, lit a different rage in her chest.

A giggling Riri interjected, stirring the boiling pot of pasta for the stroganoff, “You would know.” Zahira simply stared blankly at the engineer, trying not to join her in a fit of laughter, “You not funny, Ri.”

Riri was very aware of the little fling her girlfriend and Keyondra had going on during their freshman year and found it a bit humorous when Zahira told her about how the track star threatened to steal her pet snake. Well, it was humorous until she actually did it.

It didn’t bother the supergenius that Zahira was on the same floor as faer old flame because she trusted her and even if she didn’t, Zahira hated Keyondra.

Confusion washed over the Princess as she watched the interaction between the two, clueless as to why Keyondra was so well-known. “Wait, how do you guys know Keyondra?”

“Fae and Key used to have something going on,” The engineer told Shuri as she motioned to her girlfriend.

The sophomore shrugged, still a bit irritated, “And when I told her to get the fuck on she acted like I told her to kill herself or something.” Shuri’s eyes, still a bit glassy, widened at the bit of information, “Oh.”

MIT was in no way a small campus so Shuri wasn’t expecting her roommate to know Keyondra at all, let alone have some kind of romantic history with her.

“Shuri, it look like whatever the fuck Keyondra lying ass said to you got you snot-nosed crying.” Zahira still wasn’t the biggest fan of Shuri, for reasons that seemed to only be obvious to faer, but that didn’t mean she condoned strangers icing out the Princess for no good reason. Especially if it resulted in Shuri running back to their dorm in tears.

“I assure you guys, it’s not that serious. I’m just homesick, really.” Shuri lied in the most assuring tone she could conjure, and the statement wasn’t completely false. The Princess had never been this far away from home, not without her brother, by herself.

Zahira did not believe it. Fae knew Keyondra too well and the Wakandan’s heart was beating like a liar’s. “Irregardless of how serious it was, I’m cursing her ass out. Plus, her bitch ass still got sum of my shit from last year.” Zahira huffed as she rummaged around her side of the dorm for faer hoodie (a navy blue one that actually belonged to Riri) before leaving the dorm room to go berate the track runner.

The two supergenius students watched the door close behind Zahira with very different expressions; Riri’s very relaxed and Shuri’s frightful.

“You should prolly catch up wit Z. Last time fae cursed somebody out.…the RA wasn’t pleased.” The Wakandan shook her head slightly in disbelief at the vague but alarming tidbit about her roommate.

In the short time period that Shuri had known the biochemistry major, she never pinned faer as a fighter but it’d be naive to think Zahira Martins, the same person that flashed her that smile full of fangs when they first met, would have any qualms with using a bit of violence.

In the few seconds it took the Princess to leave the dorm room, Zahira was already three knocks closer to beating Keyondra’s door off the hinges.

Shuri looked around the hallway to see if anyone was coming to find out the source of the loud banging noise while whisper-shouting at her roommate, “Zahira, maybe she isn’t here, let’s just call it a night, please.”

Though faer blood was still humming with anger, Shuri’s pleading made its way to the southern vampire, the exhaustion in her tone. That exhaustion, that tiredness, was nothing if not familiar to Zahira. Fae sighed defeatedly as the vampire princess resorted to begging, “Please, Zahira, please, please, please don’t curse Keyondra’s bloodline, maybe she was just in a bad mood-”

Zahira cut off the rambling Wakandan, “I won’t mention you to Key, Shuri, just go help Riri before she burn up our dorm?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Shuri spoke loudly with one hand on her hip and the other saluting the biochemistry major. Zahira laughed a bit at Shuri’s retreating figure heading back towards their dorm room.

Zahira almost started to follow Shuri but the sight of Keyondra’s pretty smile once she finally opened the door made Zahira remember why fae was doing all of this.

“Hira, what you doing over here? Thought you ain’t wanna see me?” Keyondra asked giddily, brushing her fingers through the french curls ends of her blonde braids.

Zahira waved the girl off with a grimace as fae pushed passed her to get into the room, “Girl, move the fuck over, where’s Meeks?”

The sprinter groaned in disinterest at the vampire’s immediate change of topic. “He been doing fine since he been living wit me.” Keyondra let Zahira know as she pointed to Meeks’ tank on top of her desks, placed comfortably under a heat lamp.

“Why is he still five feet? Key, he supposed to be big by now, six feet at least. You ain’t been changing his tank out?” Zahira quietly questioned, feeling a headache coming on and anger starting to simmer just under the surface if faer skin again as fae noticed how small her familiar and his tank were. This exactly what I get for fuckin wit a witch on the track team, The vampire thought to herself with disappointment.

Keyondra’s eye popped at the new information, “You gotta change out his tanks so he can get bigger? Wow, ain’t nobody tell me shit bout that.” The track member mumbled to herself as she tried to recall ever hearing that snakes needed their tanks changed, ignoring Zahira’s angry murmuring in a language she’d never heard before.

“First, you fuckin steal my emotional support animal and fucking stunt his damn growth,” Fae spat out beyond irritated as she scooped Meeks up out of the ill-fitting tank, “And now you being mean to resident royalty? Gatekeeping spots on the track team? I got half a mind to whoop your ass wit this fuckin fishbowl you had my baby trapped in!”

Keyondra rolled her eyes at Zahira’s outburst. This reminded her of whenever she tried having a conversation with faer when she hadn’t eaten in a while. “Oh, bite me. How else I’m supposed to act when Shuri motherfuckin Udaku, the literal Princess of Wakanda, is how I found out you’re still wit Riri.”

Zahira cooed at Meeks’ sweet hissing as he slithered up her arm and nuzzled faer nose, bringing a big grin to the vampire’s face. Fae replied in a sweet but condescending tone to make sure Meeks didn’t spring at Keyondra, “Because Riri didn’t ask me to turn her.”

“Because Riri doesn’t fucking know!” The blonde retorted spitefully as she turned off the heat lamp and placed it in the empty glass tank. Keyondra was considering being dramatic and throwing the glass tank against the wall as she waited for Zahira to respond. It’d seem irrational but she wasn’t really one who cared about the optics.

“You aren’t supposed to know either. I wouldn’t have started shit wit you if I knew you was just a petty, obsessive, nosy ass witch! Stay the fuck away from Shuri and don’t fuckin let me find out you been bothering Riri.” Zahira exasperated to faer ex as she rubbed Meek’s smooth scales affectionately.

Shutting Keyondra’s door behind her, the vampire nearly jumped when she saw a pacing Shuri still waiting outside of their dorm room a few doors down, anxiously fidgeting with her kimoyo bead bracelet.

“Now what the fuck you doing, Shuri? Besides tryna be nosy?”

Zahira questions, and the slightly scathing tone fae used to ask them, went in one ear and out the other as Shuri saw the reptilian hissing warmly at Zahira. “Is this little fella a snake? He looks so cute!” The Wakandan asked Meeks himself, stooping down to get eye level with the friendly familiar wrapped around Zahira’s arm like a vine.

“You can quiz Meeks all you like once we get in our dorm, Shuri.”

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When the two entered their dorm, they found a very cheery Riri Williams twirling around the Martin-Udaku residence, grooving sillily to an old Anita Baker record as she prepared three plates.

“I ain’t hear nobody breaking glass or throwing furniture, y’all sure y’all went to the right dorm?” Riri joked when she heard the dorm room open.

Zahira nodded with a look of faux shock on faer face, “I’m surprised you think I’d step out of my typical civility over Keyondra’s triflin ass, especially in the presence of my son?” Zahira stroked under Meek’s chin and though it looked like he was neutral to the affection, the biochemistry major could tell he was smiling.

“You mean our son? Lemme see my little ragamuffin!” Riri cheesed as she reached out for Meeks and he gave an adorable hiss that sounded like the snake equivalent of a joyful squeal.

Keyondra had actually abducted Meeks a little over a month after Riri started dating the southern vampire, meaning she’d barely gotten the chance to bond with Meeks. When Zahira first told the engineer major about having her familiar stolen, fae had to convince her girlfriend to not jump the girl, that it’d be best if Zahira handled this faerself.

“See? I told you I could handle it,” Zahira cheesed at faer girlfriend.

Outstretching her arms towards her girlfriend, Meeks gleefully uncoiled from around faer arm and launched himself into Riri’s arms.

The engineer major watched in surprise as the long reptile landed safely in her arms, “I almost forgot he could do that, it’s been too long I been away from my little Meektronious mookie!” Riri pouted in adoration for the cold-blooded animal as he began slithering around her arms and neck joyfully.

“Is…Is that his government name, Meektronious?” Shuri asked as she watched her roommate’s snake practically shed tears of joy in Riri’s arms. The Princess of Wakanda almost cried a few times- well, did cry a few times about her roommate’s girlfriend, so she could understand where the little guy was coming from.

“Nah, I just like calling him that sometimes.” Riri answered Shuri, still very wrapped up with petting an ecstatic Meeks’ glossy, blue-black scales.

Zahira had already brought her attention back to the pasta, working quickly to strain and mix the pasta with the sauce as her girlfriend and roommate continued chatting, “Alright, which homosexual want they plate first?”

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Dinner in room 303 went over very well, with the two vampires finishing their food quite fast for people who didn’t eat human meals that often, and the engineering major took a bit longer to finish her plate. Shuri wasn’t sure what the fuck Zahira put in that pasta but she could hardly keep her eyes open a few minutes after finishing her plate. It was especially surprising for Shuri because she typically only really enjoyed Wakandan foods (which were frequently blood-based).

The southern vampire was very pleased with faerself. She got to go on her date with Riri, finally rescued Meeks from Keyondra’s evil ass, and got to cook for her girlfriend and her roommate. A splendid day in faer books.

Zahira was just about to walk Riri to her dorm but the supergenius insisted on helping faer clean up. There were only five dishes and a bit of stroganoff leftover, the vampire could’ve easily handled faerself, but any reason for Riri to stay just a little longer was good enough for faer.

Riri watched Zahira put away the little bit of the stroganoff pasta that was left in a small tupperware container, curious brown eyes watching her girlfriend.

“You know I told Shuri you was just a bucket of sugar.” The engineer grinned down at Zahira’s crouched figure, illuminated by the light of the silver mini fridge.

The vampire furrowed faer brows in confusion at her girlfriend’s smiley statement, “I think she would’ve figured out I was gay once you told her we dating, Ri.” Riri laughed as Zahira rummaged around her sweets-filled mini fridge for a space to put the leftover pasta.

The super genius giggled at her girlfriend’s obliviousness. “I meant, I told her you’re sweet, even if you be a little mean to people you don’t know.”

“The fuck I look like smiling at strangers and shit?” The biochemistry major asked rhetorically, tucking the stroganoff away by faer pomegranate juices. “They literally strangers.”

Riri nodded her head as she laughed, getting up to help Zahira with the few dirty dishes, “You exactly right, baby.”

The couple fell into a comfortable silence handling the dirty dishes in the sink, the only sounds being Shuri’s snoring and water running from the sink faucet. The vampire was very fond of these small moments with faer girlfriend. When everything was quiet besides them, besides her. Riri’s heart beat proudly in her chest and Zahira couldn’t help the contentment warming faer own heart at the sound. Meeks was finally back and Zahira found him a new glass tank, her niece would visit tomorrow, and Riri was safe. And she’d stay safe so long as she didn’t know.

“Z,” Riri spoke quietly, whispering just above the sound of the running water, “I got a call while you was hexing Keyondra bloodline.”

“About what? You and your mama alright?” Zahira asked worriedly. Fae knew about how Riri worried about her mom staying by herself back at home and how her mother worried about her too. MIT was a big school with a ‘coyote problem’, far from Chicago, but Mrs. Williams wouldn’t let that sway her if it was her daughter’s dream.

Riri smiled at her girlfriend’s concern.“Yea, we fine, but it was the garage. Tommy needs his shift covered tomorrow, gotta visit a relative in the hospital.”

The vampire exhaled through her nose and considered the information, mood deflating as fae put the pieces together. “So you can’t make it to the soro party. And imma have to take Shuri, by myself.”

“I know, baby, I know,” The engineer consoled her girlfriend, hugging her from behind. “I don’t give a fuck about Tommy either but my boss said if I work this shift I get full access to all the spare parts and shit they don’t use.” Riri explained to Zahira.

The vampire knew how good this could be for Riri if she worked that shift. The garage she worked at was well-known, receiving enough business over the years to pool a large variety of spare parts and old servicing equipment she could repurpose for her inventions and other engineering endeavors. Riri could probably build a damn time machine if she had the resources.

Saying no and asking Riri to miss that shift didn’t cross faer mind.

“Take the leftover stroganoff, you know you bad for forgetting to eat when you got work.”

Riri spun her girlfriend around and smothered faer face in kisses, “Thank you, baby.”

Zahira grinned at Riri’s affection, “Can’t make transformative scientific discoveries if you starving.”

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First day of class was thoroughly whooping Shuri’s ass.

If she didn’t feel so exhausted, so starved, she would’ve been able to enjoy all of her class. Her first class had been robotics, one of her easiest subjects, but the Princess could barely keep her eyes open. After robotics, she had trudged to the other side of campus to get to her intro to computer science class, which she was 20 minutes late to. But Shuri was a bit more refreshed after her involuntary nap in her robotics class. Her last class for the day was her organic chemistry class that she was surprised to learn she shared with Zahira.

The southerner was surprised to see the Princess, especially looking so sleepy. “Nigga, you look kinda rough. Didn’t you sleep for like ten hours?” Zahira asked as the Wakandan sat a few seats to faer right.

“I’m still getting adjusted to the seven hour time difference.” Shuri lied as she rubbed away the sleep from her eyes.

“That seven hour time difference wasn’t bothering you when you was fuckin up that stroganoff I made. Or when you tried tagging along wit me to get Meeks.”

Shuri rolled her eyes at the vampire catching her lie, “Well, maybe I had a nap yesterday, Zahira. Did you consider that?”

Zahira sucked her teeth but decided not to argue with her roommate when fae saw the professor start flicking through a presentation. Fae figure there wasn’t much use arguing, especially with someone who’s tiredness is making them frustrated.

“Get you a nap during lunch and eat before we start getting ready for that KBZ party, alright?” The biochemistry major suggested before turning back to her notes.

Shuri pouted slightly and whispered, very confused, “We’re going to a party?”

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House Keta Beta Zeta was most notorious, of the sororities and fraternities at MIT, for the themed parties they hosted. When it came to the first functions of the new semesters, the sororities and fraternities took turns hosting them, knowing they were time consuming to plan and great opportunities to promote their house. Though the vampire felt like the party was going to be lackluster without her Riri, fae wouldn’t miss an opportunity to dress up.

While Shuri came home immediately after their shared organic chemistry class, the sophomore took a stroll around campus hoping to find something to snack on before the party. After deciding against feeding again so soon, Zahira headed back to their dorm and woke up a sleeping Shuri so they could get ready.

Zahira was putting the finishing touches on her outfit for the early 2000’s themed party while she waited for faer roommate to emerge from their bathroom. The biochemistry major wanted to pay a little homage to her short-lived emo phase in middle school and serve a gothic look that would make 12 year-old Zahira rejoice.

Over her hot pink bra, a required pop of color, Zahira wore a black long sleeve mesh top with rips, courtesy of her unreasonably sharp nails. Fae wasn’t very fond of the black miniskirt she wore because the glitter in it didn’t pair well with the gothic vibe she was going for, but she adored the two country ass belts she stacked around faer hips.

Riri wanted to be silly and wear a little cowboy hat with the 2000’s fashion killer look she planned but since she couldn’t make it, Zahira wanted to incorporate some western elements. This included stacking belts with huge buckles, one of which was hot pink, a black leather jacket with dramatic tassels, and Riri’s black cowboy hat.

By the time Shuri came out of their shared bathroom, the sophomore was already seated in front of faer mirror spritzing setting spray over a makeup look that was much too simple for how long it took. It truly was simple, pink brows that matched her hair, a dramatic black eye look, some shimmering highlight she’d had since high school and a glossy pink lip with black liner.

“You ready, Princess?” Zahira teased Shuri with her royal title as she stood up from her black desk, taking off her girlfriend’s cowboy hat to run her glitter-covered hands over faer hair she rushed to finish last night. Fae’d done her hair after walking Riri back to her dorm, two cornrows that stopped at the back of faer neck, leaving the rest of her hair out in puffy ponytails at the ends.

Shuri could feel her roommate’s gaze on her as she adjusted the green minecraft suspenders she wore. The vampire princess decided to go as the stereotypical nerd in 2000’s movies; a pink graphic baby tee, her beloved minecraft suspenders, some loose mom jeans she cuffed at the ends, the Wakandan equivalent of sketchers on her feet, and a black tie she messily tied around her neck.

“How do I look?” The Wakandan nearly choked on her sentence when she finally looked up from the tie she was struggling with to see Zahira in her costume.

“You not getting dressed for the party?” Zahira joked after taking in the scientist in her outfit. Fae poked at the strip of Shuri’s abdomen that the baby tee didn’t cover with an impish grin on her face, “We still have a few minutes left for you to throw something together.”

“You don’t get it? I’m a nerd, see?” Shuri explained as she plastered some black square frames on her face before pointing at herself, “Is this not giving the girlies nerd?” Zahira couldn’t help but laugh as the Wakandan native spun around before popping her suspenders.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a chore.

“Yes, Shuri, you are giving the girlies nerd,” Fae affirmed Shuri, trying not to burst into a fit of giggles, “Now let’s go before Riri accuse me of taking you out past your bedtime.”

“I am the Black Panther, I haven’t had a bedtime in 5 years.” The Princess stated reassuringly as she headed out the door room with an excited grin.

“Um, ion think you know where we going, Princess.”

“Erm, actually,” Shuri stuck up her index finger with a tilt of her head, “I studied campus maps thoroughly before I got here.”

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When the vampire pair found their way to the party, courtesy of Shuri’s impeccable campus studying, it was much rowdier than Zahira was used to.

“See, Zahira? I got us here in one piece.”

“I’d be concerned if the Panther couldn't,” Zahira half-conplimented faer roommate, “Let’s see how you do at the actual event.”

These parties were mainly headaches for Zahira because of how depraved some of the partygoers were. Many times, Riri and Zahira had attended a party as a couple and were still pestered, the worst time being when someone giving Riri one of their locs.

But Riri wasn’t here tonight and fae knew what that meant.

Someone with auburn faux locs approached faer with pure excitement buzzing in their voice, “Where ya little girlfriend at Zahira? Y’all not together no more?”

“Unlike your parents, me and Riri are still very much so together, nosy ass.” Zahira bit back at the thirsty classmate, already getting fed up with the attention fae was receiving at the party. She’s hardly stepped into Keta Beta Zeta house.

This was exactly why she never let Riri go to these parties alone, these soros didn’t give a fuck about a relationship status and sometimes they mistook the engineer’s respectful rejection as ‘come back later’. Zahira had absolutely no qualms with being mean, though.

Reaching for her roommate’s hand, Zahira began pulling Shuri through the sweaty crowd and towards the couple of coolers by the makeshift bar.

“You need anything to drink, Shuri? These soro parties always got sum bomb ass lemonade juice boxes.”

The mention of a drink almost knocked the Wakandan flat on her back. It’d been so long since she’d fed, felt the warmth of the blood travel down her throat, lick that pretty red color off her lips. Hunger had been sitting in her stomach so long, she’d almost forgotten how strong it was.

“How about we dance first?” I’m going to kill myself. The heir immediately thought to herself after offering up the alternative. Granted, anything was better than thinking about getting something to drink, watching other people sip on their beverages as if it hadn’t been months since she’d gotten to do the same. But dancing? By far, dancing was one of the Princess’ weakest abilities, immediately after small talk.

Zahira’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a small grin tugging at her lips, “I didn’t take you for a dancer, Udaku.”

Because I’m not one, Shuri thought as she nodded quietly with a tight-lipped smile. The scientist’s eyes darted around the party, again taking in how packed the sorority’s house was. Shuri started to let the stress fall from her form once she realized there were too many people in here for her dancing to even be seen, let alone embarrass her. The building was already huge so for it to be so crowded spoke to how truly famous Keta Beta Zeta’s events were.

“Is it always this packed?” Shuri questioned her roomate much too quietly. Zahira heard it very clearly over the loud music, but played as if she didn’t, trying to keep up the image that fae was indeed human.

“What?” Fae yelled into the royal’s ear. This reminded her of another one of the many reasons she hated going to these parties, all this damn sensory stimulation. Loud ass music and sorority chants, bright ass bi-colored lights, and too many damn smells and people.

“They got the bisexual lightning, y’all know what that mean!” Zahira turned her head at the sound of that evilly cheery voice. The source was a peppy Keyondra, decked out in a baby blue polo shirt and navy blue tennis skirt, with french curls tailing the ends of her blonde braids that’d been cornrowed, and some gold accessories the southern vampire was too annoyed to acknowledge.

As if she could sense the vampire, which Zahira figured was likely, her being a witch and all, the track runner spotted fae. The sophomore actually suspected Keyondra could track back when they were a thing but she never fessed up.

Shuri was none the wiser to the odd encounter that’d almost ensued next to her. The Wakandan was much too focused on trying not to bite into something, somebody. It’d just be so easy, finally getting her fill after what felt like an eternity. The KBZ sorority knew how to throw a party that hid things. The pretty pink-blue-purple lights weren’t nearly strong enough to cut through the smoke emanating from the noisy fog machines being drowned out by the music and partygoers. The bass blasting from the speakers vibrated through your chest, you could hardly have a conversation with the person next to you. It was hard to see and loud as all hell, it was perfect.

It was a wonderful opportunity. The kind that her mother urged her to take when she left home.

Shuri would feed tonight. She had to.

“Hey, what about that dance you promised me, Udaku?” Her roommate's smooth voice pulled Shuri back from her thoughts just before she started looking around for her next meal.

Zahira knew how loud it was in the party so fae had just leaned over to speak directly into Shuri’s ear, completely distracting the royal from the fact that she was very, very far from being a good dancer.

“Dancing would be nice.”

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Riri loved her job at the garage. Most days, anyways. But tonight was a terrible night to be working with the Keta Beta Zeta sorority throwing a party barely twenty minutes away. Students commuting from the off campus dorms and the two nearest HBCUs (Johnson Jenkins School of Arts and Eliza Black Technical University) were always getting into the stupidest shit with their vehicles and Riri had to fix it all.

Of course, her coworkers would take some of the customers but none of them were as fast as she was, besides Tommy, and he wasn’t here. The supergenius actually hated the fuck out of Tommy when they first met. He was always stealing her extra shifts, taking tools from her work area without putting them back, and taking her lunches she tucked away into the garage’s fridge.

Almost every night for the first week of her job, Riri ranted to her girlfriend about it, and Zahira was quick to put an end to the engineer’s distress.

“Keep doing this bullshit wit my girlfriend and we gon see if you can fuckin change my car tires after I run your dumbass over. And stop eating her lunches, you greedy bitch.”

Of course, Riri had no clue about this, she just assumed Tommy stopped being a bitch. Which was partially true,

Zahira scaring the absolute shit out of him made him realize just how trifling he was being.

Now, Tommy and Riri were on better terms but she still didn’t care for him. It was much, much easier to get through a shift when he was around. Tommy went to Eliza Black Technology University and was an engineering major just like Riri, so he was almost as good with mechanics as she was.

When Riri found out she was covering Tommy’s shift because his father was in the hospital she felt like it was only right to go visit him and his father. The supergenius knew how Zahira still hated Martin a little bit so she figured she’d to call her about it, sure that her girlfriend would either find it entertaining or karmic retaliation. Riri changed her mind quickly after realizing that’d probably just be an excuse for her girlfriend to come back from that soro party much too early.

She’d just tell Zahira when she got back.

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“Come on, Udaku, I know you not gon let this song get away from you!” Zahira yelled over the music booming from the huge speakers around the dj booth. The southern vampire was a big fan of kompa music, it was one of her favorite genres to whine to the floor to, and Shuri was rather pleased with the song selection as well.

The Wakandan raised her hands in a gesture of surrender as she started whining her waist in time with the music, a shy smile on her face.

Zahira’s jaw dropped a bit in surprise at Shuri’s impeccable sense of rhythm. Practically screaming in excitement, fae started dramatically fanning the grinning supergenius. “Oh my god, do we have a waistline warrior on our hands?”

Shuri laughed at her roommate’s surprise, “I’m actually pretty bad at dancing, but there are a few things I can manage. This dance style is much easier with a partner, though.”

Picking faer jaw up off of the floor, Zahira applauded the vampire princess before volunteering, “Oh, well that’s all you had to say.”

Smiling gleefully, Zahira entwined faer hands with Shuri’s and gently pulled the Princess closer as she began whining in time with the music. The Wakandan’s surprise and intrigue was written all over her face, mouth agape and eyebrows raised.

“Where’d you learn how to kompa?” Shuri asked curiously, letting her hands slip from Zahira’s and placing one against her back and the other behind her neck as they kept dancing.

The southerner simply shrugged her shoulders as Shuri dipped faer, “Well, I’m actually Haitian, you ain’t know?”

“Really?” The royal questioned, surprise in her tone once again, making her roommate laugh as fae brushed a couple coils out of Shuri’s eyes.

Zahira shook her head, still laughing at Shuri’s gullibility, “Nah, I’m not Haitian. You’ll believe anything if I say it, huh?” Heat rushed to Shuri’s face at her roommate’s antics. That teasing tone Zahira used with her, paired with that little smirk on faer face, almost broke Shuri’s concentration on her dancing.

Trying to recover from the little joke that left her more flustered than it should’ve, Shuri let out a fake sigh. “You aren’t very funny, did you know that?”

“You hating cuz you mad my non-Haitian ass is eating you up,” Zahira retorted cheekily, tipping faer cowboy hat at her dance partner.

Shuri was about to open her mouth to let some nonsensical response tumble out when she started stumbling. Zahira quickly caught her roommate as she started falling against faer, stabilizing her before she could hit the floor.

“You okay, Udaku?” The genuine concern in Zahira’s voice would’ve brought a smile to the Princess’ face if she wasn’t trying to focus on regulating her breathing. Out of nowhere, she was struggling to breathe and felt like she’d been thrown in a damn volcano.

“Bast, why’s it so hot?” Shuri mumbled to herself as she tried to stand up without the support of the biochemistry major. Almost immediately, she started stumbling again, making her roommate hold her up once again.

“Nah, Udaku, imma just have to carry you,” Zahira spoke firmly when she saw how weak Shuri was. The Wakandan barely had time to process what fae said before Zahira put Riri’s cowboy hat over her face and she was being lifted bridal style.

Grumbling at the condensed crowd, Zahira lashed out at the specific group of guys in her way. “Fuck out the way, nigga, I know you see me!”

They scattered like roaches when they saw the nasty look the vampire was giving them.

As the southern vampire continued making her way through the packed party, fae heard a familiar voice behind her. “Zahira, I think you gon need sum help.”

Zahira let out a sigh of relief when she turned and saw JT behind her in a biker get-up. JT was one of the handful of people that didn’t raise the biochemistry major’s blood pressure. They were in Zahira’s miserable pre-calculus class and bonded over hating the evil ass professor and being supernatural Black lesbians. While the MIT supernatural community was predominantly practitioners and vampires, telepaths such as JT were common on campus too.

“Nigga, I’m glad you here, can you tell me what the fuck going on? If she okay?” JT gave their friend a nod before they started concentrating on the royal’s mental state.

Zahira’s stomach tied itself in knots the longer Shuri was unconscious. Of course, Zahira wasn’t a fan of the very obvious affection the supergenius harbored for faer Riri, but she wasn’t a homewrecker, and certainly not someone who deserved whatever the fuck was happening to her.

The telepath’s eyebrows furrowed and they gave their vampire friend a look, “Uh, we gon have to go back to y’all dorm first. Ion think the Princess of Wakanda need me airing out her business like that.”

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The three made it back to dorm 304 with very few issues, besides a couple strange looks and the Princess of Wakanda starting to whisper to herself very quietly.

Zahira gently set Shuri down on her bed after taking Riri’s cowboy hat off her face. Fae leaned over her, trying to make sense of the almost inaudible mumbles, “Fuck is she saying, is she even awake?”

“I can’t tell, only reason you can hear it is cuz you got them Countess of the Manor powers. She definitely unconscious, though.” JT confirmed for the vampire after taking in Shuri’s state again.

“Well, what the fuck’s wrong, JT?” The southern vampire asked, trying to keep her voice from revealing her panic. I had my eyes on her all night, even if I couldn’t see her, I could hear her. She didn’t have anything at the party, it can’t be food poisioning-

Picking up on the unease on Zahira’s face as fae awaited an answer, JT was bombarded with fae’s thoughts. “Oh, you’re worried down, huh?” The telepath teased as they wiggled a finger at the two.

“JT.” Zahira deadpanned her unserious friend, brown eyes staring blankly at them.

Before giving Zahira the diagnosis, JT pursed their lips and peeked out the room’s peephole to make sure there wasn’t anyone lingering in the hallway.

“Fren, she one of us. Well, one of you more specifically.”

Zahira’s jaw grazed the dorm room’s floor. “Bitch, you fuckin lyin?” The vampire exasperated as she gave the Wakandan a once over, eyes searching for proof of JT’s claim.

“Yea, I think that’s why she out right now, ion think she’s feed in a while. Like several months. Don’t know how she ain’t pass out earlier.”

The southern vampire shook her head at the news, finally understanding why fae couldn’t tell Shuri was a vampire. When vampires go a while without feeding, it makes their abilities much weaker, it’s harder for other supernaturals to detect them.

“Okay, well, ion keep blood in here cuz Riri be over here sometimes. I’ll just give her some of mine.” Zahira told faer friend, already trying to pick which limb to cut into.

JT raised an eyebrow curiously, “ You don’t think Miss Princess might be a bit…gluttonous? After months of not eating?” Zahira and JT both knew too well how dangerous bloodlust was, especially on campus. Some colleges had issues of poor housing, MIT had a ‘coyote problem’.

“She not asking nobody on campus for blood,” Zahira gently pulled the faux glasses off Shuri’s face, “she an heir to a monarch, remember?” There was no way in hell the southern vampire was going to set up faer roommate like that. If someone caught the Princess of Wakanda sucking blood out of a classmate, so soon after she’d killed Namor to keep her nation safe, she’d end up on the shaderoom and the FBI watchlist.

Not like America wasn’t already looking for a reason to target Wakandans.

“You right, but I could just bring a bag of blood here.” The telepath offered their friend. JT didn’t wanna put Shuri in a bad position but there’s a chance this would be an issue for Riri, whenever Zahira decided to tell her.

“Ain’t no need to worry, JT, this not gon jeopardize what me and Riri have. I’ve had to do this before wit friends, it’ll be fine, I promise.” The southerner promised an unsure JT.

“You the boss. Text me when she start feeling better,” JT motioned towards Shuri on their way out, “Lemme know how this shit land when Riri find out.”

Zahira waved off her friends antics with a light laugh, “Nigga, get the fuck out unless you donating blood.”

At that, JT quickly shut the door behind them.

An anxious sigh fell from the biochemistry major when fae was finally alone with Shuri. Feeding from other vampires wasn’t something Zahira made a habit of. The last time fae fed from one, fae nearly killed the girl. And as for her feeding vampires? The southern belle had only ever fed fledglings, not vampires of her roommates’ caliber.

But Shuri needed this and Zahira was determined to take care of her roommate. For Riri, of course.

“Alright, Udaku, I know you hungry.” Fae spoke, to herself really, to try and prepare faerself.

Zahira dug one of her elongated nails into the skin of faer forearm deep enough to get a bit of blood to start pooling at the surface. She brought her arm over Shuri’s mouth and used the thumb of her other hand to open her mouth for the blood. It’d be in Zahira’s best interest to offer her arm instead of her neck, especially if Shuri was as ravenous as JT suspected.

A few seconds passed quietly with Zahira just feeling the soft exhales of the Princess’ breath against her arm and a light sting from the cut in faer arm as blood dripped into Shuri’s mouth.

“Shuri? C’mon girl, stop being scary and fuckin drink already.” Zahira encouraged anxiously as Shuri lay still unconscious.

“This not fuckin funny, wake the fuck up before-” Gorgeously red-brown eyes fluttered opened as the taste of blood bloomed on the Wakandan’s tongue. Immediately, she grabbed her roommate’s bleeding arm and brought it to her lips, completely controlled by her hunger.

Zahira hissed slightly when Shuri’s fangs bit into her arm, more so from shock than actual pain. Fae figured the royal would be hungry but this was…unprecedented, to say the least.

The southern vampire kept her eyes on the Hello Kitty plushie on the bed instead of Shuri. Fae hated being stared at while she ate and assumed the same might be true for her roommate. Although Zahira wasn’t too sure Shuri would notice if an anvil fell through the dorm ceiling with how hungry she was.

“Alright, it ain’t that good.” Zahira joked nervously as Shuri groaned quietly against faer arm, readjusting faer arm so she could lap at the blood she missed.

It was taking everything in faer to not enjoy this. Feeling Shuri’s fangs in her skin, the way her blood was slurped up water in a desert, the heat in the hands holding faer arm so sweetly. Zahira never really got to see other vampires feed and couldn’t help but wonder as she watched the royal, Did all vampires look this entrancing when they fed?

The vampire Princess fed with her eyes almost closed, clearly enjoying her meal, as if her eagerness didn’t make it obvious enough. And her eyes, Zahira couldn’t imagine being capable of saying no to eyes like that, all red with heat and craving yet still a bit of that umber brown that made it harder for fae to be mean to her.

Shuri murmured against Zahira’s skin, hunger still humming in her stomach, “Khange ndondle kudala. Enkosi (I haven’t fed in ages. Thank you.).”

Zahira’s eyes nearly fell out of her head with how they widened in shock, “Shuri? Do I need to get out google translate?” The Xhosa made faer breathe catch in her chest.

The Wakandan was unphased by her roommates’ shock. “Igazi lakho incasa nepapaya ekhaya (Your blood tastes like the papayas back home).” Shuri uttered sweetly after peppering a few kisses to the already healing cut on Zahira’s arm.

The southerner did faer best to ignore the heat the affection brought to faer face, choosing instead to get the supergenius to bed. “Okay, grandpa, let’s get your gay ass to bed.”

Coincidentally, Zahira became curious about what her blood tastes like as she was pulling the comforter over her, now very full, roommate. All she really ate were sweets and that sentiment still held a bit of true with her choices in blood. Through and through, she had a sweet tooth.

Another curiosity started to nibble away at Zahira as fae went to turn off the lights, though she didn’t give it any attention. If she didn’t bring the thought to thw forefront of her mind, she could pretend she didn’t have it. But she did.

What does Shuri’s blood taste like?

them niggas in dorm 304 gay as hell, wow. i hoped y’all enjoyed!! ik it took forever to get here but hopefully y’all feel it was worth it, thank you for reading!!

#shuri udaku #riri williams #mcu riri williams #black sapphic

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