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BEYOND THE LIGHTS

Chapter VII: Rocket a/n: Re-edited.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. Smut, dirty language. All things smut

Summary: Soraya’s next appearance, and new found status surprises everyone, while dealing with the drama from Dame.

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black Original Character

Disclaimer: All pictures, music and lyrics used are credited to the original creators. All original characters and plot lines are my one. Do not copy, or repost my work.

The gifted necklace sits pretty around her neck, the only piece of jewelry she wore other than some silver rings on her fingers. Soraya pulled off the little cape she used to cover her clothes while doing her make-up. The drama that broke months ago frustrated her to no end, she wanted to retaliate. Yet, her sister’s legal advice to go through a lawyer to release the documents was better. One less thing on her plate.

Special Delivery had become the number one album in the world. Her best-selling album since CTRL . Soraya’s production and pen skills, changes the way the industry sees her as an artist. She was enjoying the heighten success of her career, but still dealt with the heat of Dame’s dick-riders. But the light in all of her turmoil was her man.

Joshua. Big Papa as she started calling him. Since, the mention of her name in several court cases and unwanted media attention. They agreed to come out when she was ready. This strengthen their relationship, letting her be spoiled his attention on her. Their privacy allowed their solo careers to grow.

Soraya was booking meetings with major companies, photo shoots, concerts. People were calling her name. Jey was living on the high of being the world heavy-weight champion. His push, putting his name in every topic. The pop he gets after winning the all gold title from Damien Priest at Backlash was a moment she would never forget.

“They’re done setting up.” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood home. Their relationship had improved. Her mother learning to let her daughter grow up and do for herself. The multiple trophies show-casing her daughter’s talent. It was hard not to go into mama bear mode when her cub is attacked.

The blue and purple painted walls littered with posters of her favorite artist, brought her a sense of calamity. A place she can always come to when she wanted to feel like a kid again.

She nods, fluffing out her curly hair before deciding to finally get up, tossing her phone on the once slept in bed.

Athena joins her daughter’s side as they descend down the stairs. “Ready?”

Soraya nods watching the technical and production members come in and out of her parent’s home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to do an appearance. She agreed under the condition she does it from the comfort of her parents home. The atmosphere brings in a homey feel, giving her all creative control over her performance.

“We’re ready when you are.” Mark, the director tells her. She waves to her friends, pleased they were able to make it despite their hectic schedule. She had hoped he could make it, however, appearances in New York, kept him away.

She nods her head at the director, acknowledging his statement. Soraya takes a sip of the water handed to her by sister Shiloh. She smiles up at the older woman who stood over her in the beige six inch heels. Shiloh was there through it all, offering her shoulder to cry on.

Her sister had been a big help. She became the bridge between her and their brothers, keeping them at bay from killing Dame. Soraya was sure they would do with a quickness if she gave the go ahead. Shiloh’s focus was ensuring her name stayed cleared and it was something Soraya will forever be grateful for.

“I talked with Fredrick. Your attorney.” Shiloh adds, wanting her to know the details, before it all comes to light tonight.

”What did he say?” She trails her gaze to the sitting area, where her family and friends conversed amongst each other.

“He looked over everything you had on the drive, even contacted the private investigator you had during all of that.” She rambles. It was a lot for her to remember, so she let Shiloh deal with it, coordinated with her partner Fredrick, who was the best in the states. His price showed that.

“He’s going to speak with several news channels, and take it to a Judge. You could file a civil suit against him if you wanted too, if not the courts will likely press charges based on the evidence you provided.”

“If we could avoid court again, that would be great.” She drops her water bottle in the trash, looking at her sister. “I want him to suffer.” Shiloh nods in agreement. Her little sister had been through enough as it is. She would make sure, she never had to step into a court room again. She watches Soraya stand behind the mic, turning to the production team.

“You guys ready?”

Receiving thumbs up, she begins her introduction. The slow electric sounds being played from the guitars behind her, mixing with the brass instruments.

The smooth sultriness of her voice gained her crowd’s attention. She sways slowly, hand grabbing onto the mic for support. Immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the hatred album she wrote before her disappearing act. Rain on me.

This concert was her way of releasing so much trauma. Her way of telling the people she loved about the turmoil she went through with Dame. Her body relaxing as she felt the negative energy dissipate from her mind and body, her singing flowing into one her all time favorites. You. The background vocalists singing Keyshia Cole’s part. She would be hitting her up for another song. A hard transition from her singing to rapping being translated through the music.

“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.”

The words fly smoothly out her mouth, her own twist on the cadence, making eye contact with the camera. Everyone and the mama could immediately tell who she was directing it to.

You know what you did and honestly I been type done How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause At one point would had been gun point on site bum Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga

Her brothers watch from the back, a proud grin on their faces, as their baby sister devours him without mentioning his name. They had watched the growth from her being too shy to rap, to now placing her self up there with the greats. A part of their personalities rubbing off on her. Zyaire’s lyrical guidance, Duke’s raspy growl and Dennis vulgar language rubbing off on her. He nods along, face turned up, bopping to her unique style, emoting what she was feeling with her facial expressions and hand movements

So lost into the song, she hadn’t realized Jey was coming in, nodding with a smile. The loose-fitting shirt, that was probably his, showing off the traditional necklace. She never took it off, even gifting him a leather bracelet to match. He gets lost in his woman’s presence, loving how free she was in her element.

She steps back to vibe with music, making eye contact with him. A wide smile on his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed. The black shirt clinging to his muscles as he flexed. His brown eyes staring her down with a knowing chuckle. Mark signals to her that she had time for one last song. Deciding to switch it up when the music winds down.

“This is a song that I wrote in the heat of personal moment.” She smiles, standing in front of her soundboard. it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”

The only thing being used as background music was the sound board, producing her own beat, and having the recording of her vocals on a continuous loop. Soraya was always shy when it came to expressing her feelings to Jey. So she would write songs for him, leaving them around his place, in his bag. In his car, Not realizing his love language was words of affirmation in anyway. Her singing to him had to be one of his favorite methods.

You so damn important Everything you do shows me you know it Behind it all you are the motive Don’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it He say the king where he come from Take a young queen just to know one So, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen I’ma fix it like it’s broken

We could catch a flight out to London Go to the mall, spend a lump sum They could try to catch up to us But they’re too busy making assumptions

She starts, swaying side to-side, snapping her fingers to the beat with her eyes closed. His own breath hitching in his throat. The way she made him feel like it just them two in the room, knowing the song was about him..

Boy, you know all I do Is stay up all night losing sleep over you All I do Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babe

It’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the way It’s the way you are, you're a star, babe It’s the way you, it’s the way you

Her hazel-brown lock onto his deep brown ones. She’s singing slowly to him. The intense staring contest they had aroused him. The noticeable tent in pants, she smirks, relishing in the fact, she caused that with just her voice. Her brothers follow her gaze to him. A surprised look on their faces. Zyaire, feeling like a dumb ass for the way he talked to her months ago about Dame. He goes to talk to him, stopping in his tracks when his baby sister rapped another verse. He could wait till she was done.

This thing we got is crazy Only thing I know is you’re my baby Forever down, I am your lady Always for sure, never a maybe Never met someone who spoke my language Never met a nigga done with playin’ You the type of nigga make me lane switch Hand me the brush and say “paint it” Give me your heart and I hold it Show me your soul and I'll mold it

Baby boy, you gotta be the dopest Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

She closes out the concert slowly fading out the music, turning her attention back to the cameras. Soraya thanks everyone for coming, allowing production to pack up their things.

She takes a sip of water handed to her by Shiloh, watching everyone come her way while he hangs back in the kitchen with his twin. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the large island. She wanted to be wrapped up in them, but that would have to wait.

“I swear you get better every time.” Bianca tells her, giving her friend a hug. She would make a note to set up a girl’s day at the spa to catch up.

“Whatever you decide. We got your back.” Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats. Which included a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through.

”Yeah girl. He ain’t gonna get away with this.” Trinity hits her fist into her palm, showing she was ready for a fight. Before meeting with a lawyer, and and after the release of Special Delivery: her family, friends and industry connections had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album.

It wasn’t long before Dame and his bitch were trying to release their own album or diss towards her. It was a flop. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers and it was only fair she ended his. No mercy she thought, looking towards Jey, her vision is blocked.

She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. “Daddy.”

“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, grabbing her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. A soft grin on her face at her father’s praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.

Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as D-von Dudley. One half of the Dudley Brothers. He had long retired, but was now working alongside his former boss, and her god-father Paul, or Hunter as she liked to call him. His kids being a part of the business was his father’s only dream and he got it. With her brothers.

He had hoped his daughters would join too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.

“We do need to have a serious conversation.” She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing in full detail the abuse she went through. He just wanted to make sure his baby girl was okay.

”Okay dad.” She groans, finally locking eyes with Jey. Production had left, leaving their family and friends to snack on the food her mom prepared. However, Soraya wanted nothing more than to be up under him. “Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”

She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.”

Soraya wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her.

“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him.

Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence. She was happy her sister decided to tell everyone this way. It gave her control over her the life that he tried to take from her.

“Hi.” Soraya breathes out, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy and he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around.

He reaches out his hand. Her freshly manicured fingers come in view. The sky blue french tips, with the letter J on the pinky nails made him groan. His hand envelops her own, pulling her into his arms with a soft giggle.

“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her head. His raspy voice raises goosebumps on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her in.

Soraya sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms and the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her.

He technically couldn’t but his affairs in New York, ended early and he was able to catch the red-eye flight to make it on time.

”I’m a champ baby.” He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts break them apart. Soraya hides her face into his chest.

“About time. Damn.” Jimmy shouts, making Jey laugh. His hand rubbing her back.

”You ate today?” He looks down at her, ignoring everyone that where asking them a million questions. She had gone quiet and he felt the low rumble in her belly.

“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much of a safe space he was.

“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”

She pulls back, walking through the chatter boxes once again, fake laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood bed room. Her man was here and she was ready to go. He stands up quickly, seeing her brothers make their way up to him.

”Main-event Jey USOOO.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his ring entrance, laughing causing everyone to watch. The twins were super protective over their baby sister. That and they couldn’t stand Joshua for some reasons. They felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Jimmy clocks the animosity in their tone. He joined his brother’s side, ready for a fight.

“I should’ve known it was you. I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand pushes him back. Zyaire shakes his head at his shocked expression. This wasn’t’t the time more the place. He wasn’t one for the fighting in his parent’s home. Especially over his sister’s relationships.

Zyaire learned the hard way dealing Shiloh’s fiancee. Joseph. In honesty, he had no problems with Joshua. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Soraya than before and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that. Not even their dumb ass twin brothers.

”Chill.” He turns back to Jey. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”

He nods in understanding, seeing his her come down the stairs. “I got her Uce.”

“Everything okay here?” Soraya questions, finally joining Jey’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her older brother.

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “All good Raya, maybe we’ll see you at the shows now.”

Soraya rolls her eyes at the comment, she avoided those shows for several reasons. “Bye” She waves to them quickly, dragging Jey out the house with her.

Soraya was over it at this point, wanting to be alone with her man. He tugs her arm slowing her down. “Slow down baby.”

She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.

After becoming champion at Backlash, he was able to take a long break before the road to SummerSlam.

“m’sorry. Just missed you.”

He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Soraya’s needy eyes stare at him, making him groan. Soft wet lips press against her mouth “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaving her lips.

”Let’s go get you fed.”

It became a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. He was closer to more eating places, the bigger couch and bed. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes, slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own slippers.

”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night. She was over so much, her belongings, mixed in with his. Some days he found her clothes mixed in with his travel bag. He keeps them in there, letting her natural scent mix in with his. He had a piece of her every time he went on the road.

Soraya joked to herself a lot that she would move in if he asked. He just has yet to ask her and didn’t want to impose. What if he got tired of her and kicked her out. She grabs his hoodie off the couch, turning to him. “Don’t tempt me with a good offer.”

She slips into the hoodie, putting her head and arms through the designated holes while watching him toss the keys on the entry table. He was studying her, mentally drawing the image in his brain at how she looked in his clothes; especially his merch. The necklace he gifted her was peeking through the hood asking him smile. she never took it off. Unless she was in the shower.

Her phone suddenly connects to his home audio system, letting him know she was here recently. He relished in the fact she proffered his place over hers.

Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the speakers. She was singing to him again, only this time a little more seductive. The strides he made towards her filled with passion and determination.

She moans at his hands grabbing her face, pressing a hot kiss to her mouth. His own working against hers, licking her plush bottom lip. He sucks the soft flesh between his own.

Soraya trembles, gripping the front of his shirt. She tries to press herself closer. The needy kiss trails upward along her warm cheeks, moving her arms around his neck, her eyes flutter close, tiny moans from his teeth sinking into her neck, tongue soothing the sting.

”Jey.” She mumbles.

”Mhm?” He rubs his hands down her sides gently, pushing under the hoodie. Teasing her skin with light grazes from his fingers. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.

If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up, kissing him slowly, setting the pace she wanted.

He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her, his large hands gripping the cuff between her thigh and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out.

Her legs wrap around him, his erection straining in his briefs, pressing firmly between her supple cheeks. He can’t help but give it a light slip, groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs gently using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.

The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room. Her back hits the soft sheets, crawling up on her elbows towards the middle of the bed, He removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Faintly the song fades deeper, igniting a different light of passion behind his eyes. He grabs her ankle, pulling her down with a giggle.

Jey stands between her legs, massaging her thighs as he leans down, pressing soft quick quicks on her neck. “You want it princess?”

A sweet sigh fills his ears, her hand resting on the side of his neck, feeling the cool metal of his Cuban link beneath her fingers. “yes.”

Their lips meet again, she’s falling into mush at his dominance, letting him bruise her lips, his breath hot against her skin with each kiss on her neck and shoulders. His hand rubs into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms, tugging them down and off.

His hands felt hot against her skin; rubbing in places other than where she wants to be touched. He slowly pushes the top over her head, her ample breasts sitting pretty for him.

He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his face. Jey uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple. “Look at me.”

The huskiness in tone mad her rub her legs together. Her slick pools into a small puddle beneath her. She wills herself to make eye-contact.

His right hand, slipping between her legs, teasing her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger; using his middle finger to slide up and down her center.

Her soft moans covered by his mouth. She manages a soft pant. The hand still palming her breast rubs up her neck, enough pressure to make her lie flat against the mattress.

”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick hole. Her legs spread open, exposing her body more to him.

He stills watches her closely, learning each expression he made with the curve of his fingers, adding another one, mouth slightly parted. He knows he found her spot. She pushes down on his hand. A delicate squeal leaves her lip. He knows Soraya can get louder.

Jey has made her squeal several times before; he stops wanting to make her come just from his mouth.

He lowers to his knees at the side of bed. Jey pulls his fingers out slowly, hearing the soft whine of loss from above.

His wet lips, leave a trail along her thighs; avoiding her dripping sex. Jey nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh, teasing her in the best way possible. His hands, pushing her thighs back, felt her lower half roll with his tongue on her clit.

Jey flicks her clit in slow circles, urging her to cry out in desperation. The warm like flesh, trails down. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Jey..” She knew that’s not what he wanted to her.

“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance.

He lets a dribble of saliva leave his pursued lips on to her dripping cunt. “I got you mamas.”

He presses his mouth to her folds, leaving soft kisses. He looks up at he, allowing her thighs to close around his head. Jey hums lowly, coaxing a loud moan out of her.

He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling on the soft curls.

His groan vibrates against her, grinding down on his mouth. The bubbling feeling in her belly rising. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs, ears softly popping from the pressure.

Joshua plants his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed; flattening his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side.

The burning sensation in her thighs only adding her to intense pleasure Josh was putting her through. He closes his mouth around her dripping heat; sucking harshly to elicit whiny moans from her.

The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices.

“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her. His cool breath blowing with on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her.

His mouth kissed a pathway up her quivering body; fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin; her fingers tracing along his arm pulling him down closer, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. An aroused moan at the taste of her essence on his tongue.

So into the kiss, Soraya didn’t feel him push off his own briefs, tossing them on the floor. His hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his arousal against her folds. She bites his lip with a needy moan.

”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He rocks down. The tip of him inching its way inside her heat.

Jey watches her eyes roll to the back of her head,, adjusting to his size. A cocky grin on his face he bottoms out. He kisses along her slacked jaw. He grinds his hips, using both hands to hold her thighs on his torso.

A low, rough grunt, with every squeeze of her pussy around his dick. Her essence coating his erection making the slip easier with each long stroke.

His weight against her body forcing her body to take it; rolling them on his side. His hand grabbing at the pliant flesh of her ass. He grips harshly while bouncing her down on his thighs.

The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Josh leaves tender kisses along her shoulders. His hips curve upwards, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.

”oh fuck.” She gasps clenching around him to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glare on his face.

”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach.

“Josh-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.

”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the bouncing bottom again.

”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leaving his lips. He had wanted to make love to her, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal covered in her dripping cum. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss up her spine.

Her arms spread out next to her head, he rubs his hands up her arms, linking with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her falling back against his shoulder with a whine.

He circles his hips, lips pressed to her cheek with sweet kisses. “Feel good hm?”

She nods, words caught in her throat with each move he makes. His large, veiny dick filled her in the best way possible. She turns her head slightly, his own coming down to kiss her.

The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of her moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him. He frees a hand to grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly.

”So close baby.” Jey groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together.

A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He comes, hitting that spot over and over again that had her screaming his name softly.

“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm. “gonna cum for daddy?”

Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit. Soraya jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick.

“Words mama.”

”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.

”Cum for daddy princes.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her bounce back against him.

Soraya feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shake, going weak as she falls flat against the bed. A helpless sweet little cry echoes of the walls when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.

Jey’s movements don’t stop, her core overly sensitive. The mixing of her shaky breathes and his thick growls only intensify when he snaps forward, pressing his hips into hers. His load painting her walls.

“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip.

This wasn’t how he expected their first time together would go, but he would take it. Jey slides out of his bed. The once bright sky now littered with stars.

He turns on the light, smiling at her relaxed form. Her body littered with his teeth marks, and hickies. Joshua kisses up her back.

“No more.” she mumbles. He lets out a deep rumble laugh from his belly.

”Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her on her back and cradles her body in his arms. A quick kiss to her nose getting that shy smile he fell in love with.

His bathroom, just as spacious as his bedroom, was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk in shower was the best thing there; comfortably fitting the both of them.

The steam quickly filling the room; they clean their bodies. Jey steals tiny kisses here and there. It was a quick shower; not wanting to get dry skin and soaked heads. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head she had one his dresser. She had accumulated so much stuff over here, that she might as well move in. Her clothes miso mixed in with his, she just grabs whatever touches her had first.

The random shirt, being one his old merch shirts; it swallowed her frame.

“Hungry?” The goofy grin on his face does nothing to persuade her that he was only talking about food; he could only hope she was just as hungry as him.

Soraya looks down, laughing at the giant bright word in her chest. . “Yeeet.”

Jey’s head shakes with a smile; his heart swelling at her genuine laughter.. “I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?”

“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Jey cooked, he loved cooking for her and with. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites.

He was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous chicken.” She hints, reaching in the drawers to pull out the matching lavalava set he got them.

The lavalava fit snug around her waist, bringing her a deeper sense of connection with him. Their hectic schedules made it hard to incorporate their culture in the relationship. However, any chance she got, she would take it.

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I got a “when are you gonna update” comment on watt pad from someone that never comment before. Yeah that’s my 13th reason. Imma go awf BC WHAT YOU NOT GONNA DO IS HAVE YOUR ONLY COMMENT BE ASKING FOR MORE.

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Chapter 2: Danger Zone

Rebellion in The Shadows: Chapter one

Warnings: abortion, choking, medical racism, death Explicit 18 plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Original Character.

Summary: What Joseph thought would be a normal first day as chief quickly turned south. Can he get it under control?

I would suggest listening to this while reading the chapter. It’s very calming. Especially if you’re a slow reader like me.

Joe was seething in anger at the thought of the girl not having eaten. He specifically told..no..ordered Solo to make sure she was cleaned up and fed. Now here she was, scarfing down the several fruits he offered her for breakfast. What he thought would be enough to satisfy her hunger while he waited for the village doctor.

”Slow down.” He reaches over to grab her hand. A tinge of pain in his eyes when she flinched away from him. Guarding the food like some wild animal. If it wasn’t for his cousin’s spouses cleaning her up, she would’ve looked like one.

Her hair still in the two braids from the night before, and a new set of clothes that swallowed her tiny frame. He steps back and passes her another bowl of fruit, holding his hand up when she tries to gather a bunch at once. “Eat what’s in your hand first.”

She scarfs down what’s left in her hand, and grabs a fruit in both hands. Juices running down her chin, eyes rolling at the sweet flavor of whatever she was eating. He shakes his head with a smile, using his own hand to clean her chin. He ignores the way she flinches, determined to get to the root of the problem sooner or later.

“Is it good?” She nods, not looking at him, digging in the bowl. He grabs her hands gently, feeling his own hands warm up. “Don’t eat too much, too fast, save some for later.” Her mouth moves slowly, letting the now chewed fruit slide down her throat. The hunger in her belly sated for the moment.

”Good girl.”He mutters, grabbing a rag to wipe her mouth.

“My tribal chief. Is everything alright?”

He hums standing to straighten his back and tosses the rag somewhere in the small hut. “No Rafi. Everything is not alright.” He claps his hands in front of him, turning slightly, “I need to see if she can be healed.”

Rafi turns his gaze from his chief to the young girl sitting on the brown wood carved table. Her darker-skinned complexion let him know she was an outsider. Her brown eyes looked back at him in wonder. Her childlike demeanor made him wonder who she was. Although curious, he would have to refuse.

”No, I can’t not heal her.” Rafi stands his ground.

Joe lets out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders back, before looking down at the shorter man. “Why.”

“She is an outsider. During your father’s time as chief. He specifically ordered me to not treat any ou-“

”Bullshit.” He couldn’t believe Rafi was going to stand there and lie on his father’s name. If his father was really like that; his cousins’ spouses would not be here. His head slowly tilts, with the crossing of his arms over his now puffed out chest. Daring him to lie again. “Try that again.”

The fomai didn’t want whatever he said to bite him in the ass, but he stood firm on his beliefs. “During the rise of your father as Matai, He opened the island to visitors. It was nice for a while, until we were invaded.”

Joe knew the story of how they were almost overrun by foreigners. He didn’t blame his dad for that. Rafi continues the story, explaining how the foreigners were destroying their land, their crops and their homes. He could remember his uncles talking about this attack. all the time. As he got older Matai Sika would drill it into his head to never let it happen again, knowing he would be the next Chief.

”It was a horrible massacre of our people that we had surrendered. It took years to get Samuelu back and I refuse to watch it happen again.”

Joseph let’s a smiling chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose. Opting to keep his cool, not wanting to scare the girl who was now looking between the two. Still, laughing to himself, he looks at a confused Rafi. “So you’re a racist.”

“No chief.”

“You’re standing here refusing to help a defenseless woman. It makes me seem like you are.”

“I’m not Matai! We don’t help her kind on this island.”

Joe looks up to the sky, nodding while his hand scratches under his beard. Slightly agitated as realization set in. Trinity, Valentina, and Tiana, look just like the girl on the table. He’s wondered how long he refused his family because of them. He turns to the girl then back to Rafi. He wasn’t in the mood for the back and forth. He had things to do. “Where’s your wife? Is he here?”

Rafi nods “She’s here chief.”

He forms a small smirk at the corner of his mouth, eyes glancing at Rafi’s own, seeing the fear in them. “Go get her.” He nods to the door.

“My chief..” Rafi protests. He didn’t want his wife touching this filth. But, the menacingly glint behind the son of Sika’s eyes, froze his further movements to protest.

”That’s right. Your CHIEF.” Joe steps closer, towering over the shorter man. He would hate to have to make an example out of him. At least not on his first day as Matai Joseph Anoa’i. “I hate repeating myself, Rafi.”

He left with a quickness, not wanting to anger the chief further. He finds his wife mixing different plants together. “Sevia. Come now.” He urges. Sevia drops what she;s doing, drying her hands on her apron. Rafi rushes her into the room. Joe was standing there, arms crossed as he looked between them two.

”My chief....” Sevia starts.

“She needs medical assistance.”

The wooden table felt cold to her skin as she laid back. Sevia removed her shirt, a soft gasp of shock leaving her lips. Joe’s body flexes, breathing through his nose, he calms himself down, only for it to dissipate at the removal of her pants and too big shoes. The dark bruises slowly fading, but still very prominent. The cuts on her legs scabbing over. Sevia wasn’t sure on how to treat this.

”My chief..If I may..what happened to her?”

That was something he couldn’t answer, but he had a feeling he knew where she came from. He watches Sevia examine her body closely, noticing the wince on the girl's face when she grabbed her wrists a little too rough.

”I’d be careful if I were you.” His tone startled them both. He had noticed the way Sevia was looking at her. He noted the lace of disgust behind her curious gaze. He was itching for her to say something out of pocket.

”It’s just. I have never seen anything like it.” She grabs the girl’s leg, once again being too rough with her.

Joe stares at her, understanding the hidden meaning in her statement. An irritated scratch to the area under his beard, he grabs Sevia’s arm in a tight grip. The woman groans in pain, reaching to pry his fingers off, but the glare he pointed at her had her paralyzed in place.

”I didn’t ask you what you’ve seen.” He speaks slowly in her ear. His grip tightening around the cuff of her bicep. “ I ordered you to help her. Don’t test my patience.”

“Yes..my chief.”

He roughly lets her go, making her stumble. Sevia catches her footing, moving around the tight space to gather the necessary items she needed. The young girl laid there, oblivious to what was going on. Joe had noticed she fell asleep, an amused smile on his face. He chuckles when he notices her hand moving around the table, before dipping into the bowl of fruit. The peeled Moli (oranges) touching her lips. He keeps a watchful eye on Sevia. Her nervous stature hunched over her body, applying several different herbal remedies to her bruised skin.

“How often should she do that.?”

”Uhm, every other day. Best to do it before bed. I need to check down below, mind giving us somâ€”“

‘No.” He cuts her off, moving to the opposite side of the table, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Hurry it up.”

”Yes sir.”

The young girl frowns at her legs being pushed open. She draws her legs back and tries to sit up. Joe notices her discomfort, and places a hand on her shoulder. the warm sensation filling his body yet again. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispers, using the fruit to distract her from him laying her down again. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

The fruit did little to distract her from Sevia, pushing her fingers inside of her vagina. The discomfort was unbearable while Sevia prodded her fingers around her insides, before pulling them out. Sevia’s look of concern had him alert.

”What is it.?” He looks at Sevia.

”She’s uh..pregnant.”

His eyes flicker between the two of them, before he stares at nothing. Joe’s mind is running a mile a minute; contemplating on what he’s about to say next.

“Abort it.”

“Chief! that is her decision to make!” Sevia shouts. He may be the new chief and has finally say so on things, but this was still her body. It was still her choice. She noticed the slight head tilt, and rolling of his shoulders. The anger visible in his eyebrows. She really had the audacity to yell at him.

“I hate repeating myself, Sevia.” His eyes close while scratching his head. “I would hate to tell your husband why you have two broken hands.”

“I don't....“ she closes her mouth, looking between him and the girl. Who wasn’t phased at Joe’s threat. She couldn’t. “I just think we should ask her.”

”Okay. I’ll humor you.” He turns to the girl, a hand on her back as he leaned down, their eyes locked on each other as he spoke. “You’re pregnant. Do you want it.” The girl knew what he was asking, a baby is growing in her. Something she remembers her mom talking about. She had begun to remember her name. Averi. She wanted to talk, but her body and mind was telling her not to. She couldn't tell whether or not she was ever here.

The only thing she could do was shake her head no, turning back to the last of the fruit. The sweet juicy fruit soothing her throat. They thought she would put up a fight. to her she wasn’t ready to have a baby. Joseph, as she learned, would keep her safe. She wasn’t scared.

“I won’t tell you again, so do what you gotta do.” He gains their attention again, grabbing her clothes, to redress her. The jacket he was wearing now enveloping her frame. Flicking his fingers at her “Use your feet.” A blank expression behind his eyes.

Sevia frowns, but does as told. He watches her shift around, grabbing certain herbs, and fruits, using a mortar to grind it down to a spice like texture. Grabbing a wooden cup, she fills it with fire boiled water, mixing the ground up ingredients.

“Take a sip.” He demands.

’What-“

He puts the cup to Sevia’s lip. “Drink some and swallow.” She probably thought he was crazy for asking, but he couldn’t be too safe. Joseph made sure she took a sip, watching the liquid go down her throat. He waits for any sort of reaction, before placing the cup to her lips.

”Here doll. Take a sip.” He holds the cup to her mouth, his left hand resting on the back of her head. She places her lips around the rim, letting him tilt her head back. The luke-warm liquid, soothing her aching throat.

”Good girl.” He whispers. “What happens now?” He looks at Sevia, breaking her from a curious daze.

”In the next couple of days it will end the pregnancy and clean out her system. her bruises and wrists will take time, but they already started the process of fading.”

Joe, holding her hand while letting her get down from the table. “You and your husband will be stepping down from the village doctor position.”

’Chief!.” She goes to protest. The intense glare in his eyes shuts her up.

“It’s either that or death, your choice.” He hoped she picked the latter, but her reluctant nod, and shuffling of feet said otherwise. First day as chief and it’s already some shit.

The smell of wood burning, and fish frying filled her nose. She was salivating at the mouth, as Joe guided her back into her temporary home. The aching pain in her legs, subsiding the more she walked.

”Doll.” She looks at him, knowing he was talking to her. He hadn’t thought to ask for her name. He wasn’t sure she had one. He settled on Doll, That’s what she was. A pretty little thing with doll-like features, that were sure to fill out once she got real food in her stomach. Jey comes into view, a goofy grin on his face as he opens the door. Solo behind him, carefully watching Doll.

She’s looking up at him, figuring he was talking to her. He looks down at the smaller woman. “Are you hungry?”

She nods eagerly, a throaty laugh leaves his lips. Looking back at Jey and Solo, he zeroes in on the laughing Jey ,wondering where the other one was.

"Go find your brother, and meet me out back.” He orders, pushing him to the side to let Doll through. Her nose follows the scent, joining the women in the kitchen who were in the kitchen. Valentina instantly greets her with a smile. Joe turns to back to Jey, closing the door.

”He’s outside Uce. something about wild animals eating the crops.”

He watches her in the kitchen with the women, tasting the lunch for today. Calmly he looks between Jey and Solo “Why didn’t she eat?

“She fell asleep after the girls cleaned her up-."Jey begins.

”I told them to let her sleep.” Solo interrupts. Joe points his eyes at him and nods, walking past him. A reassuring pat on Solo’s shoulders confuses the brothers.

“Next, time I tell you an order, I expect it to be followed through.” He peeks into the kitchen, seeing the girls showing her how to cook whatever it is they were making. “Let’s go.”

The power and presence of his walk could be felt from miles away. His new position as Matai, made his aura dominating. It was hard to not fall in line when he commanded. They look on as Jimmy works on a fence to keep wild animals out of the crop garden. Solo and Jey grab their own tools to help. Jimmy, finally looking up, wipes the sweat off his face with the ends of his shirt. He glances briefly at Joe, seeing the furrowed crease in his eyes and the tight tension in his jaw.

”You good Uce?”

“Zilla and a few others found a crashed military plane out by the light house.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Second one this month.”

Solo, now intrigued by the new found information looks to his stressed out chief. “I can go check it out.” Joe appreciated his eagerness to snuff out potential dangers.

“As much as I appreciate that Solo..The twins will do it.”

The sounds of teeth kissing and lips smacking causes him to look in their direction. “Is there a problem?”

“Nah. No problem.” Jey mutters, smacking his twin on the back. “We’ll go after lunch.”

A knowing smirk forms on Joe’s face, content with their answers. “Then let’s go eat boys.”

Jimmy was the first to drop his tools, clapping his hands together to rub them in circles to get off excess dirt. “Bout time. Starvin’.”

Joseph enjoyed having his family at the table for all the meals. He preferred it that way. It made him feel normal. He sat at the head of the table. Doll to his right side, with Trinity next to her. Valentina had placed the last of the vegetables on the table, sitting next to Jey who was on his left. Everyone grabs hands, Averi, not as dumb as she looks, places her hands in Trinity and Joe’s. Their eyes closed and heads bowed, Joe leads the prayer.

“Dear heavenly gracious father, let us thank you for this food that has been prepared by the hands of the blessed women in our lives. Let it nourish our mind and our bodies, in your name we pray, amene”

”amene”.

Joe, being the head, would have served himself first, instead he served Doll first, putting heaping portions on her plate. Everyone doing the same while going into side conversations. The clinking of forks hitting the plate gained his attention. He looks to his right. Doll was shoveling heaps of food in her mouth; cheeks filling to the brim like a chipmunk. He chews his own food, taking her plate pushing it out of reach. She panics, thinking it was about to be all over, but it got worse when a sharp object went down sideways in her throat. A strangled cry and gagging sound leave her mouth.

“Oh shit.” Everyone scrambles around the table. Joe grabs her face with one hand, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to spit out the remainder of the food into his hand. Her gagging sounds more audible.

He tossed it in the bin Jey grabbed and stood behind her, patting her back. Valentine had already boiled some water over the fire. She used certain plants and made a warm tea for her to drink. Once the last of the food came out into the bin, she managed to stop choking. The excruciating pain in her throat had her still crying. Every time she swallowed, the bone would pierce into her throat.

”Here, try this.” Solo places a bowl of bread in front of her, figuring that a bone could be sucked in her throat. Jimmy had done a sloppy job into deboning the fish.

“Slowly.” Joseph reminds her, sitting back down and placing the cup of warm tea in front of her.

She chewed on the bread, an approving smile on his face when she listened. The mushed bread slid down her throat, the lodged fish bone mixed with it. A look of relief on her face when she can finally swallow without pain .

“Damn girl.” Jey grumbles, sitting back down next to Valentina. “Bout gave me a heart attack.

“Not her fault somebody didn’t debone the fish correctly.” Tiana looks to Jimmy.

”Whatchu lookin at me?” He scoffs, stuffing some vegetables in his mouth. “I don’t see you out there catching and fileting fish like some farmhand.”

”Jon!.’ Trinity hits him.

“I don’t have to, your big ass mouth catches them all,.” Tiana snorts, a gentle nudge for Solo, who covered his laugh by feeding himself fish.

While the two of them bickered back and forth. Jey watched the girl closely, intrigued, he grabbed a notepad and some lead. The sudden moment gains Joe’s attention watching Jey, pass her the materials. She looks at the items, then at him.

“You got a name?” He asks, gaining everyone’s attention. Finally asking the question Joseph should have asked. He watches her take the lead, scribbling letters on the page.

He leans closer, a surprised expression on his face. The writing wasn’t readable, but he could make out some of the letters. “Averi?” He says aloud, looking at her, seeing an appreciative smile on her face when she nods.

“Fitting,” He mutters. He would thank Jey later for doing that. The clinking of utensils picks back up, small conversations here and there. He keeps a watchful eye on her as she eats.

“What are we doing here Uce?” Jey asks after their eventful lunch, Joe had dragged Jey along with him to the tribal combat circle. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark tan pants. He turns to Jey.

”You think death is an adequate consequence for being racist. Or am I crazy?” He looks off spotting two of his newly appointed enforcers.

“Depends. I mean, did it harm others?”

“Could have.” He shrugs, walking to the center of the circle. A sinister smirk on his face when Rafa and Sevia were thrown at his feet. Their eyes pleading for mercy. “Thank you Zilla, Sarona.”

They nod, stepping off to the side. Joe looks down, the two of them groveling at his feet, tears streaming down his face. Amused he stuck his foot out to see what they would do, immediately they began kissing it.

”You know. Never understood why people like getting their feet kissed.” He directs to Jey, who’s watching in shock. He turns his mouth up, yanking it back, circling around them slowly. “But seeing them grovel, beg for my mercy. It just does something to me.” He stops behind them, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes.

“Joe.” Jey starts.

”It’s Chief.” He snaps, pupils blown, shoulders squared back. Jey noticed a different side of Joe come out, watching his foot push at Rafi’s back, making him eat dirt. Sevia looks on; tears streaming down her red-flushed face.

”See, my father was an easy going chief.” He motions his enforcers over. “However, I’m not.” He digs his heel into Rafi’s neck, a satisfied groan leaving his lips at the sounds of choking.

“Uce-“ Jey steps forward, the intense glare in Joe’s eyes stops him. He corrects himself.

”I won’t tolerate disrespect.” He presses harder, a cracking sound making Jey wince. His enforcers looked on, not daring to be the next victims under his awaiting foot. “Or the backtalk. I’m the chief now. My word is law.” He pulls his foot back, watching Rafi go limp in the sand.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Jey tells him.

”Sounds like my father. You hang out around him too much.’ He mutters. He catches the gaze of a young girl. Her facial features are similar to Averi’s. He lets out a curious hum. He tilts his head at Zilla and Sarona. They see the girl. Sarona nods, understanding what he wanted done before he could ask, yet he told them anyway.

“Take 'em’ to the mountains. Keep it clean.” Quickly doing as told, Jey glances at them before going up to his side.

”What are they going to do to them?”

“Death.” He said that so smoothly, catching Jey off guard. This new side of Joe kind of intrigued him. He just wasn’t sure how the island would react. Joe’s long fast strides made it hard to keep up. “Go find the girl that was hiding. I have shit to do.”

”What do I do with her?” He questions.

“You have until Sarona is back to find out who she is.” He starts. “If Sarona gets to her before you then you’ll be out there with Jimmy catching fish.”

Jey stands there stunned as Joe walks away, disappearing through the trees. It takes him a minute, but Joe finds his way to the lighthouse, making his way to the top where a set up of chairs were strategically placed around the area. He grabs a set of binoculars, turning in the direction of the mountain. The binoculars were placed on his eyes. He scans the mountains. Zilla and Sarona finally come into view, watching them strip the couple down, before their hands wrapped around their head. He grins, watching their necks snap and, bodies go limp.

Their bodies were tossed into a nearby cave. Satisfied with his enforcers, he searches for Jey. He wanted to find him before the sunset. He knows he could’ve just asked Sarona. He wanted to see what Jey would do if he found a foreigner. He searches the island, spotting Jey near the fale faafiafia (town hall) . He hums in approval, at Jey finding the young girl, carrying her to the house. He tosses the binoculars on the chairs, leaning forward on the railing inside the spacious room. He scans the entire island slowly with the nod of his head. Realization sets in.

“ 'ou te tamo'e i le mea lea” (i run this shit)

A/N: Uhm. So here’s that. Actually one of my favorite chapters I have written for any of my stories. (Including wips waiting to be thought out.) I’m gonna drag this one out.

Like the knew set up?

Zilla’s Villagers:

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#roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x oc #original character #roman reigns #black oc #black tumblr #fanfic #mature audiences only #jey uso x black!oc #jey uso x oc #solo sikoa #jimmy uso #the tribal chief #myislandbabies #Spotify

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Rebellion in the Shadows: sneak peak

I wasn’t expecting y’all to reply that quick. Here y’all go. Got a couple thousand more words left before I can post the full chapter so enjoy.

”Here doll. Take a sip.” He holds the cup to her mouth, his left hand resting on the back of her. She places her lips around the rim, letting him tilt her head back. The luke-warm liquid, soothing her aching throat.

”Good girl.” He whispers. “What happens now?” He looks at Sevia, breaking her from a curious daze.

”In the next couple of days it will end and clean out her system. her bruises and wrists will take time, but they already started the process of fading.”

Joe helps her put the rest of clothes and shoes back on, holding her hand while letting her get down from the table. “You and your husband will be stepping down from the village doctor position.”

’Chief!.” She goes to protest. The intense glare in his eyes shuts her up.

“It’s either that or death, your choice.” He hoped she picked the latter, but her reluctant nod, and shuffling of feet said otherwise. First day as chief and it’s already some shit.

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#roman reigns x black!reader #roman x original!character #roman reigns #Joseph anoa’i

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Rebellion in the shadows:

Ah, you guys are gonna have a love-hate relationship with Joseph . 😭 I'm already looking at him like he's crazy and I'm the one writing him.

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You know what I want.

The hardy boyz vs the USO's

Hear me out. What if the Hardy brothers come back right. Jey is cutting a promo on not being partners with Jimmy. Jimmy comes out and he's basically saying I made you, and other stuff about being the big brother and you're nothing without me. Cue Jeff's music and he's on team Jey, and. Basically says a solo career is just as important as a doubles career. Basically telling Jimmy to be more supportive.

Cue Matt's theme and he's like why should the big brother be supportive if he's getting left behind. Claiming Jimmy's career is stagnant because of jey and that he should've fought harder for both of them getting a push.

Chaos ensues, Jimmy attacks Jeff, Jey attacks Matt. Just an all out opposite tag team brothers versus brother match.

This time the match is a no holds barred street fight.

Leading up to that match is multiple promos of the Hardy Boyz teaching and improving the twins moveset. Jey becoming a better flyer with ground work. Jimmy, becoming a little more aggressive in and out the rings.

The actual match starts with opposites but later down the line the Hardy Boyz disappear leaving the twins to hash it out, but they fight like actually siblings. The Hardy come back towards the end but they turn on the USO's after they make up, leaving the twins to beat they asses using the Hardy's moves on them. Then we get this long rivalry of who are the better brothers.

Putting Jimmy over and they both get singles pushes while being a tag team.

"Sadly, this will never happen as they are getting older 🥺"

Somebody get Hunter on the phone ! 😭

#wwe #raw lb #wwe lb #raw liveblog #monday night raw #friday night smackdown #smackdown #wwe liveblog #wwe smackdown #main event jey uso #jimmy uso

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Beyond the lights

Chapter Six: Non-disclosure Agreement

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black!Original Character.

Summary: Let’s just say Soraya’s day started out fine, got better only for shit to hit the fan.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors DNI : use of foul language.

A/N: I use the same tag-list for all of my works.

Song: Megan Stallion x NDA

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the release of Conceited. Soraya had sent the rap industry in an uproar over her debut to the hip-hop industry. It had also been a month since she last saw her man. She knew with the Royal Rumble coming up, he would be busier than normal. Although the recent praise she has been receiving comes to a standstill.

Soraya sat with her manager and lawyer in a meeting room. A Death Row Records conference area to be exact. Their counselors were present, along with them, and someone she was hoping she would never see again.

“My artist here is prepared to sign a non-disclosure agreement to never speak of her or their relationship in a negative light if she agrees to produce and compose his music.”

She lets out a surprised chuckle, confusing not only her team, but the men across from her.

“What’s so funny?”

She waves her hand amid her laugh. They were seeking to negotiate his career, and she thought it was laughable. He honestly thought she was going to write his music, let alone produce for him again? He has another thing coming. Soraya quieted herself down, wiping the lone tear that dripped down her face.

“Whew,” she exhales out with a smile. She turns to him, showing him an ounce of attention he’d been wanting since the minute she arrived. “Need I remind you? We signed an NDA two years ago.”

At the mention of the NDA, her manager pulled out several of the original documents they both signed, including the signatures of the advocates present at the time as witnesses.

“NDAs carry a statute of limitations them.” His attorney indicates, skimming through the various pages.

“That is correct. However, this one does not.” Naraya, her manager, speaks. Before his counselors could object, his mush mouth looking self spoke.

“You think you're the shit, huh bitch?” He stares her down, trying to intimidate her. She wasn’t budging, she turns to her advocate, while he whispers in her ear. She nods and rises up, collecting her things. Dame watches with a sneer. Soraya pulled out her phone, a slight grin forming on her face.

Jey 💙: Flight lands in a few hours.

Naraya continues, emphasizing the critical sections. “If you read section four, subsection b, it states that the business arrangement is void if he belittles or refuses to clear her name. If I can recall, two years ago, she received backlash from his fans and several others when he referred to her as a mistress.”

My place or yours.

Dame frowns, seeing the smile on her face. The same smile she gave him when they first got together. “No one belittled this bitch name. She did that herself by taking down my catalogue.”

”What my client is trying to express…“

It had turned into a battle of the counselors, everybody speaking over each other, until Naraya stood up and replayed his interview with Roxanne Wethers on the conference television. They fixate on the screen as he calls Soraya a deranged fan who took his act of kindness too far. Stamping her as the mistress. Soraya tunes out the rest of the conversation. Bouncing on her legs lightly, watching the three messages dance across her screen.

Jey 💙: surprise. Be ready at 8.

Soraya could feel him walking towards her: something she learned out of fear while being with him. He pauses a few feet away. A slight scowl etched on his face. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore; it was all behind her, and it was going to stay that way. Soraya needed to cut all connections with him.

“Weak ass bitch.” He initiates. Her eyes roll, glancing down into her purse, cutting him off while clutching object in her fist.

“We’re not doing this back and forth. I have shit to do, and you’re not fuckin’ my day up.”

“Tough shit.” He sizes her up, knowing the minute he called her out ther name, she would get riled up, and act out. Soraya was unfazed by his intimidation tactics.

“Dame, I think you forgot about the real reason we signed those NDAs.” Everybody is confused, but the way Dame’s face sank had her eyebrows arched into a knowing smirk. She brings the object between her fingers, a black, and red USB drive.

Dame was glaring her down, knowing what was on the thumb drive. He gets a step closer. She kisses her teeth and takes a step back. “We go our separate ways, and you still have a chance at a career.”

Dame, with a tilt of his head, let out a threatening chuckle, his fingers pressing against his bottom lip. “You trying to extort me?”

Soraya, with a shrug of her shoulders, drops the USB drive back in her purse and crosses her arms. “You keep my name out of your mouth and I keep yours out of mine, simple as that.”

Their parties are watching the interaction go down, hoping it didn’t escalate. They didn’t have time to deal with assault charges. His team was only worried about reviving his career. She just wanted this to be finished. A slow lick of his lips, and a nod of his head. He stares at her, seeing the icy stare in her eyes.

“Okay.”

She claps her hands together. “Excellent, we're done here.”

He watches her and her team leave. He was starting to think she was bluffing. However, he wasn’t about to test that theory just yet.

Soraya rushed into her home, tossing her shoes in the closet next to her door. She frowned at the messiness of her living area. She didn’t have time to clean like she wanted to. Soraya settled for putting everything back in place. The knock on the door had her anxious. Glancing at the time on the clock above her fireplace read three-thirty. She realized it wasn’t Jey. The hammer was relentless. Taking slow steps to the door, she opened it.

A look of annoyance plaster on her face. She leaves the door open and steps away to finish cleaning.

“Oi! Is that any way to treat your siblings?” Her oldest brother, Zyaire, expresses, leading the pack of them in the home.

“You could’ve called.” Soraya states, finally turning to peer at them.

“Oh, so you can send it to voicemail again. We gotta pop up.” Zyaire wanders up to her, tugging her into a tight hug. She softens in his embrace, hugging him back. Growing up, he always gave the best hug, and knew when to give them.

“I’m busy.” She mutters, pushing him back. He snickers and pats his chest. He takes a seat on her couch.

“You’re constantly busy.” Shiloh, her older sister, tells her, sitting next to her Zyaire. The two of them were well into their late thirties and looked amazing for their age. She had hoped to look just as good as them when she aged. It didn’t make it any easier when her twin brothers were born, well into their early thirties and looking like they were teenagers.

“She is a platinum recording artist.” Duke, one twin, speaks, his head stuffed in her fridge.

“Don’t forget, she’s a dancer, writer, and producer.” Dennis adds, in the kitchen right along with his twin, raiding her pantry. She had hoped they would leave Jey’s snacks that hid in the back alone. She bought them for him.

” Baby sis, stay busy.” Zyaire stares at her. “So who is he?”

Soraya glances at him, confused. “Huh?”

“Huh.” He mocks. “Who is he, Raya?” Zyaire had noted the men’s shoes in a bin next to her couch, the random bottles of cologne on her kitchen island. His sister was seeing someone.

“There is no he..” She starts, unsure if he was serious or just joking.

“She must think we dumb.” Zyaire cuts her off, laughing with the twins. Soraya tucks a lip between her teeth, feeling small under her brother's presence. She loathed communicating to him. He was constantly trying to be somebody’s daddy. Their own dad didn’t speak to them this way.

“Is it Dame?” He frowns at her now. He had hoped it wasn’t him. Zyaire couldn’t stand the nigga, and would rather lay hands on him for how he treated his little sister. Shiloh smacks his shoulder, seeing the overprotective part of him coming out. A part of him she knew all too well.

“What, she let this nigga bitch her out?” The amount of yelling that occurred gave Soraya a headache. She didn’t hear what they said as she raced up the stairs to her room. They could let themselves out, she thought. She goes in her bathroom and shuts the door behind her, locking it before sitting on the wall to clear her mind for a minute.

Soraya cared for her siblings, but sometimes, they could be too much. Especially with the large age difference between them. They were fun, but by the time she was old enough, they were already out of the house and experiencing life. They treated her like a baby. Gentle knocks on the door breaks her trance.

“Raya.”

She frowns, hearing her sister’s voice. “The boys left. Just me.” She stands, opening the door, she turns the light on to her closet. Shiloh watches her walk through the rack of clothes. Soraya was always a perfectionist, and it trailed into her everyday life. Her wardrobe was color-coded and by the season. The blue and white WWE gear stood out like a sore thumb. A small smirk forms on Shiloh’s face.

“It’s Joshua, isn’t it?”

Soraya wondered what gave it away, but it didn’t surprise her, she guessed, without asking questions. After all, she was engaged to his cousin, Joe. She smiles at the thought of the couple's dates with her sister and cousin Trinity. She grabs a dress from a hanger, letting it rest on her body.

“You think this is too much for a date?” She turns to Shiloh, glancing at her. Shiloh has a small smile on her face.

“Yeah, did he say where he was taking you?”

“Nope.” She sighs, tossing the gown somewhere, shocking her sister, as Soraya hated clothes on the floor. “He just said to be ready at 8.”

Shiloh had spent the better part of the day helping her younger sister get ready. Soraya had told her about how they've been together officially for a month now, and it had happened recently.

“So, are you guys going public?”

Soraya, putting on her heels, shakes her head. “No.” She stands up, running her hands through her hair, fluffing out the tight curls.

” Did he agree to that?”

A soft knock came at her door. Looking at the clock, it was eight on the dot. “I’m not ready to tell anyone.” She grabs her phone and purse, leaving her sister to watch her leave. The long trek down the stairs had her anxious. Her hand grasps the doorknob, twisting it open. On the other side, he stood dressed in a white shirt and light-washed distressed jeans. In his hands, he carried a vase of flowers.

“Hi.” she whispers, feeling giddy under his affectionate gaze. She walks closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips press delicately to her cheek, inhaling her expensive scent.

“Hey pretty girl. Are you ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

“Hi Jey.” They glanced back, and her sister was standing behind her. “Don't worry. The secret is safe with me.” She lifts her fingers in scout's of honor. “Have her back home in a reasonable hour, yeah?”

Jey laughs lowly with a nod, holding Soraya’s hand in his own. “I got chu.” He leads Soraya out to his truck. Opening the passenger side for, he leans down. “You look sexy tonight, mamas.”

Soraya appreciated her deeper complexion, any brighter, and you would see the warm flush of her cheeks turning red. He plants a brief peck on her lips. The door slamming shut as he went to his side.

The ride was short, but agonizing. His large hand resting on her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin. The powerful scent of wood and musk filled her nose, making her eyes roll at how the smell suited him. His new mullet hairstyle shaped his head perfectly, stopping at the base of his collar. The black strands of hair curling wildly away from his neck

“Where are you taking me?” She eventually breaks the comfortable silence.

“A surprise.” He keeps it short. He shivers at her nails grazing the skin on his nape. He briefly closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. He puts his focus on the road.

“I don’t do surprises.”

His eyebrow arches in amusement, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’ll love this one.”

Soraya loved the surprise. His hands were placed on her waist as he guided her to a restaurant that had to be reserved months in advance. She had complained to him about being on the waitlist for just a reservation.

“How do you-How did you do?” She turns to stare at him. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face.

“I pulled a few strings.”

Their table wasn’t ready, so they remained in a secluded section, soothing music playing in the background. Soraya pressed her back against his chest, letting him hug her from behind, pressing tender kisses along the side of her face.

“Missed you so much.” He grumbles, swaying them side to side.

“I missed you more.” Soraya murmurs, turning in his arms. She wraps his arms around his neck, wishing to be buried in his skin, but this would have to do.

” We have to talk about it.”

“About what?” Soraya knew what, she had hoped he would forget about it.

”Us and the privacy of our relationship.”

She struggles to step back, but his grip on her was firm. He dreaded this conversation just as much as she did. They were living on the high of being together, and have yet communicated to each other about what they wanted from each other.

“I don’t want everyone to know.” She mumbles. “At least, not yet.”

He had a hint on why she remained private, and he was okay with that, or he thought he was. “We can at least tell our folks yea?”

The silence between them was thick. On one hand, her sister already knew, and she was bound to spill it to her family, more so because she wasn’t doing it the traditional way. Her Samoan culture refused to let her keep it from family, and she hated she was deep-rooted in her heritage, but embraced the gentle gestures that came with it. She realized it wasn’t fair to force him keep it from his family.

A sharp breath leaves her lips, his coarse hand smoothing up and down her back. Jey’s eyes never left her face, watching the subtle crease in her eyebrows when she took out out her phone. The vivid red lettering caught his eyes.

XL Artist, Dame has released several documents. In those documents, he implicates recording artist Soraya as an associate in his endeavors.

She places her phone back in her bag, not wanting to spoil the night. He could tell her mood was sour. He shifts her to his other side, guiding her to a chair, making her sit. She watches him, confused. Jey, with a slight tug of his jeans to adjust them, sits at one of the many pianos.

His finger glides smoothly over the keys, piecing together a melody of notes, using his skills as a way of distracting her. A soft smile on her face at the hidden talent. She uses her phone to sneak a quick picture before they were seated. Refusing to put any distance between them, He squishes her in the booth, making her giggle.

“No space, huh?”

“Nope. I haven’t seen or touched you for a month.” He leans down next to her ear. “I also can’t do this if I’m on the other side.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his hand closest to her found its way up the white dress she was wearing, fingers treading carefully in uncharted territory. The pads of his fingers teasing along the band of her underwear.

“Jey.” she warns, breathing hitching in her throat at the contact of his fingers drawing back the band to slip his fingers inside her soaked underwear.

He presses his lips to her ear, leaving delicate kisses along the shell. “Are you wet for me?” He murmurs, his tone dangerously deep. An appreciative sigh leaves her own, with a nod. He works her up gradually, moving his fingers in tight circles until her thighs crush his hand.

“So fuckin’ wet, princess.” He sighs, pulling his hand back. She watches him aroused at the way he sucked his fingers clean, wanting his mouth where his fingers were.

The meal was fairly nice. He splurged on the tasting menu, knowing she would have a hard time picking what she wanted to try first. They ate in a comfortable silence, bringing up their likes and dislikes, reminiscing about the moment they almost got together. So into each other, they hadn’t noticed the lack of people in the restaurant.

“What do you want from me?” He asks the question that was burning in the back of his head. He had hoped she could see a future with him. She was it for him and god willing, she would be his wife one day. Soraya, knowing what he was asking, shuffled into her seat. Her hands reached down to grab his own, intertwining their fingers together. “Long-term, short -term, or what do you want?” He questions.

She was surprised by the question. She figured they were together, and in an actual relationship. “I thought we made it official?”

Jey flexes his shoulders back, taking a small sip of the now watered-down coke. “We did.” He shifts around in the booth to lean back and look at her. Her soft brown eyes staring up at him. “We just need to set some expectations.”

She groans. “It’s that conversation.”

“Yes, it’s that conversation.” He chuckles, moving the arm that was holding her hand to rest around her back. His large hand rubbing circles on the bare flesh of her thigh. “I’ll start.” His legs instinctively spread on, allowing her own to drape over his thighs. “I want honest and open communication between us. I just want you to know you can trust and feel protected with me.”

She does. The moment he saved her three years ago, she knew he was a safe space. He was her safe space. He continues on about trust, and honestly, he rambles on making sure he forgot nothing. She places a tender smooch on his mouth, shutting him up. His lips moving against hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on his chest before pushing him back when he tried to deepen the kiss. She needed a a minute to breathe. Just kissing him made her dizzy in the best way possible.

“You’re it for me Joshua.” It was entirely true. If this didn’t work out with him, she was going to stay single for life. She wasn’t going to find anyone like him. He disregards her calling him by his government, liking how it sounds when she said it.

“Good.” He whispers before kissing her again, distracting her from his movement and digging his hand in his pocket. A soft thud hitting the table pulls her back. “I have something for you.”

Soraya peeks at the small brown leather-skin box in his hand. A small smile forms on her face when she grabs it. The box wasn’t new, just new to her. The same box his cousin Joe had given her sister before they made it official. Her fingers smoothed over the flat corners, tracing the patterns of the ridged leather. He watches in anticipation as she opens the box. A surprised gasp leaving her lips.

“Joshua.” She whines.

”Mhm, open it.” He urges with a smile.

Lifting the piece of fabric in the box, her look of surprise turns into a small pout. She runs her fingers along the small white pearls that were woven around the band. It feathered down to the center where a white flower rested on a leather cut-out. In its center was a small blue-lavender moonstone. She realized he must have talked to Joe. He was the only person who knew about her family’s love of pearls and birthstones. A soft sigh leaves her mouth, leaning up to kiss him. He welcomes the kiss. Though, the present may be pointless to some. It was something they shared, being of Samoan culture. The gifting of jewelry to represent the new relationship. Usually, the present from the guy to the girl. There were countless other rules they were skipping. They would deal with the consequences later.

The constant buzzing of their phones frustrated them as they left the restaurant. Hand in hand, they both pull out their phones. His brows arched, confused. He felt her tense, and he didn’t have to look at her to know she was fuming.

Recording artist Soraya, mentioned in a recent court case against the mother of Dame’s child. She says Soraya knew the nature of her relationship with Dame and continued to pursue him. She then retaliated against him when he came out about the true nature of their affair. Hence, her name Fatal, Attraction. It is also said she was the one who fed his addiction, then sent him to rehab as a way of controlling him.

Rap artist Dame has confirmed these allegations with an interview at the breakfast club.” Yeah man, I met her in the studio, told her I had a girl. She didn’t care. I finally broke away from her crazy ass, and she pulled strings to get my catalog removed. Bitch is insane. I pray for anyone who’s tapping that.”

He thought she was bluffing and called her bluff. Don’t worry, she had a surprise for him.

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🥺🥹 thank you. I'm taking my time with this one.

Rebellion in the Shadows

Summary: The day before his Matai ceremony, he finds an outsider on his territory.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Black OC

A/N: This is a story that has been in the works for months. I was unsure of how I wanted to write Joe/Roman’s Character. ( I played around with multiple plot ideas.) This is an alternate universe fiction. So I’m trying to get his character down pack. This story also has a lot of their culture incorporated into a culture I’m creating. So this will be a slow posted story as I don’t want to butcher their culture in any way. ( I also have a culture I created entirely, so I might make a slow transition to that.) Bear with me as this is my first time writing for him completely. I am open to suggestions as well, comments. I deal.. I don’t know where this is taking me so come along for the ride.

Warnings: Explicit. 18 + Minors DNI

Chapter One : Outsider

The amount of adrenaline that charged throughout her running limbs had her oblivious to the pain she was suffering. Step by step, her bare feet being pricked by foreign objects. Her breathing was just as ragged as her matted hair. Her perception obscured, making it difficult to see where she was going.

A strange ringing pierced her ears. Connected with her blurred vision, she stumbled over a bundle of sharp rocks. Her palms took most of the force from her fall, a weak cry escaping her lips. Her wrist sprained, a shooting pain traveling up her arm. The booming sound of an alarm sounding off made it known that she was gone, and it wouldn’t be long before they found her.

She’s blinking, trying to clear her vision, searching her surroundings for some place to shelter for the night. A small, battered brown tent appears into view. Mustering up all the strength she could, her arms and elbows pulled her body close. The pain captures up to her, salty tears flow down her face as she gives in to the anguish. The darkness washes over her, leaving her to await her inevitable fate. A pair of feet halt before her. She goes to plead for help, but her eyes close as she succumbs to the darkness.

Her chest expands and declines, a tight ache between each breath. Low groans leaving her lips. The rugged surface beneath her doesn’t bring an ounce of comfort. The pain from her falling made it painful to move. She blinks a few times, the surrounding space coming into view. She glances at the silver bars in front of her and fear sets in.

Yelling for help would be useless. She examines the area again, the black walls, almost caving in. She observes the open roof, covered with tan-colored thatch. A hint of confusion on her face. This wasn’t where she escaped from. She planted her palms on the ground, grimacing in agony from her wrist being sprained, to force herself up.

“I wouldn’t do that If I were you.”

The heavy, gruff accent scared her, thumping her skull back on the wall with a thump. She reaches back to rub at the spot; searching for a face to match the voice. She could pick up the rustling of keys and a bolt being undone. She covers her ears while the door screeches in the process of being opened. A male figure comes through; his bleach-blonde hair lighting up the area.

She struggled to move, but the pain in her limbs made her pause and groan.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, “won’t hurt you.” He picks her up bridal style. Her arms reached around his neck to keep from slipping. He carried her out of the unfamiliar building. Her face hidden in his shoulder the minute he walked out. The sunlight is much too bright for her sensitive eyes. Her face remained pressed against his shoulder until they arrived at a massive home. Her mouth waters at the smell of whatever was being cooked.

“Yo uce, who is this?”

“The girl Joe found.” He walks over to a vacant couch, settling her down on it. Her grasp tightened on his pullover. He sighs and rubs her back. “We won’t hurt you.”

The new strange voice drew closer. “She looks rough, Solo.” He kneels at her side, reaching to touch her face. The sudden movement causes her flinch.

“I see that, Josh.” He mutters, grasping her arms; being mindful of her wrists to bring them down. “He just ordered me to move her here when she awakens.”

Josh takes in her battered appearance. Her right eye turned black. Her blackened cheeks and a busted lip caked on with dried blood. That wasn’t the worst of it. There’s no telling what was underneath her worn-out clothes.

“Did he say what to do with her?” They watch her glance around, clinging to Solo’s hand.

“No. Just to move her here.”

“Valentina!” Josh shouts. “C’mere a minute.”

“What, babe, we’re cooking—.” She walks into the room, spatula in hand, ready to strike him with it. Josh and Solo step to the side, and her mouth drops. “What happened to her?” She abandons the utensil and dashes to her side. The girl shifts closer to Solo, peering at Valentina wide-eyed.

Solo shrugs, a reassuring grip on her back. “Joe found her and brought her here. Where is he?” He looks around. “He instructed me to bring her here when she wakes up.”

“You know he had his Matai ceremony today. He won’t be back until tonight.” Valentina reaches a hand out to stroke her hair. It felt dry and matted against her fingers. Her eyebrows arch, confused, noticing the note attached to her back. She pulls it out carefully to not alarm her.

Have the ladies clean her up and feed her. I’ll be back tonight. ~ Joe

Josh glances over Valentina’s shoulder. “What’s that baby?”

“Nigga, not even the chief yet, and is already demanding stuff.” She rises, moving into the kitchen. “Solo, can you carry her upstairs to Joe’s room?”

“Uh, carry who?” Another voice comes out, an apparent attitude laced in her tone.

“Tiana frowns.” Valentina turns to Josh. “Jey go help Jimmy finish cooking and send Trinity up.”

Joshua despised cooking, but did anything to avoid dealing with this unusual and frightened girl. Solo picks her up, bridal style. “Who is she?” Tiana frowns. Solo stops in front of her and places a kiss on her head. “Someone Joe found.”

The ladies follow Solo to Joe’s room. His suite being the biggest of them all, with the larger bathroom. He set her inside the tub. “I’ll be outside the door. They won't harm you.” Solo assures the now anxious girl.

Tiana mumbles a “yeah. We’ll see.” Valentina nudes her arm, gathering all the hygiene products they would need. Solo leaves the bathroom, going into the room to stand by. He would receive a mouthful from Tiana afterward, but right now, he was doing as instructed.

“Hey.” Valentina whispers gently, kneeling beside the tub. “I’m Valentina. That’s Tiana.” She peeks at them, quivering. “What’s your name?”

Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out. The hoarse feeling in the back of her throat made it painful to talk. She closes her mouth and looks elsewhere. Tears spilled down her face.

“Okay, your voice is gone.” Tiana murmurs. “Can we take these filthy clothes off and clean you up?” She kneels next to Valentina, who is just as attentive. She nods, letting their delicate hands peel off the shirt and pants.

“Oh my god.” A hand slaps the wall and they glance up. A deeper skinned woman, carrying some clothes in hand, her back now turned to them. Her reaction was called for. The amount of purple and black bruises that littered her frame. Her skin clinging to her bones, causing her ribs to be highly noticeable. Trailing down her legs, old and fresh cut marks, inflamed ankles. The bottom of her feet were calloused and developing scars.

“What happened to her?” Tiana frowns, turning on the water and grabbing the shower head.

“Don’t know, but when Joe sees this. All hell is going to break loose.” She takes a rag and wets it with water and the soap. “This may sting, but we need to get you clean. Trin, mind helping.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute.”

The three of them get her clean. The water turned a murky brown and red tint, rinsing away any remnants of dirt and blood. Her hairtaking the longest. Three brushes and a comb damaged, but her hair was washed and smelled of citrus. Trin had managed to get her hair braided into two braids to keep from tangling further. Once done, they wrapped her in a large warm towel, letting Solo hoist her up and take her to the room. There they got her dressed in a set of Tiana’s old clothes. Her little frame being swallowed up in the shirt.

“I think the food is ready. Are you hun- of course you are,” Valentina mumbles, catching herself. She was hungry, but with the way the bed felt, she would rather sleep. She lays back, head touching the fluffy cushions. Her eyes drifted closed.

“Shouldn’t she eat?” Tiana moves to wake her. Solo grabs her hand with the shake of his head.

“Let her sleep.” He stares at her. She had curled up in the middle of the bed, weak snores leaving her mouth.

“She had a rough night.” she had groaned and wept all night in her slumber and there was nothing he could do to ease her suffering. He just wondered what Joe had in mind. Trinity pulls the sheets over her body while Valentina sets a glass of water on the nightstand.

“Joe will be back soon. Hopefully, he knows what to do.”

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If all you guys want is 18+ content then yall need therapy or sum or find someone who writes only that content.

There are writers who actually write for the plot, character building, world building. Characters redemption. Not everyone wants to be reduced to just a 18+ content writer.

I’m not answering that inbox, but I’m asking that people please avoid getting comfortable with rolling up into my messages asking me shit like, is “18+ content is going to be in the next fic.”

I write a variety of content. That’s how it’s going to stay.

Don’t do shit like this. I don’t like it.

Thank you. 🖤😘

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IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS HARD TO WRITE ROMAN/JOE.

It’s not fr. He’s a Gemini. A May one 🙄 (still love him.) I’m a June Gemini. So writing him is fun. You never know which side of him you’re gonna get and it’s like I understand why he’s a menace. Gotta assert that dominance. But you still have that one person you back down from. (Solo.)

debating on if the second chapter is going to be menace Joe or sweet Joe. Maybe both. * shrugs.*

#original character #black oc #roman reigns #fanfic #roman reigns x black!character #roman reigns x original character #roman reigns x black!reader

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Rebellion in the Shadows: Map of Samuelu Island

Don’t mind me, just creating visual aids. Because none of the islands I found, look how I wanted them to so I made my own. If you have questions feel free to ask.

I want to add more to it, just don’t know what yet.

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I'm better now. 🙃. But just think if we were wrestlers our feud would be great.

How to book the USOs brother vs brother match

Bring back their uso penitentiary persona for Jimmy. His promos and demeanor then was one of my favorites and probably his best.

I loved that Jey coined the word yeet. He's so over and he deserves it but man. Give him an actual script or hear me out: let them both improvise, they do great when they feed off each other. (Imagine some of the promos they had against New Day.)

As a sibling myself, I used to pick at my sister constantly sometimes until she snapped. ( I tested my life multiple times as a child .) Have Jimmy attack him backstage, after his matches, during promos. Shit have him turn on Solo too for not helping.

The same build up the Hart brothers and the Hardy boys had? Give the USO's that same treatment. ( it really puts my theory that they were punishing Jimmy for his last reckless behavior with the law. Yeah it was in 2021, but we all know WWE likes to hold grudges sometimes . Like other wrestlers haven't done worse.)

Two! Keep other people out of their feud. It doesn't make sense for anyone outside of the Samoan dynasty/bloodline to be involved. I would honestly like to see Paul Heyman be Jimmy's manager while Roman is gone. I think that would help put him over.

LET THEM BOYS COOK!

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Rebellion in the Shadows

Summary: The day before his Matai ceremony, he finds an outsider on his territory.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Black OC

Warnings: Explicit. 18 + Minors DNI

Chapter One : Outsider

“I wouldn’t do that If I were you.”

She struggled to move, but the pain in her limbs made her pause and groan.

“Yo uce, who is this?”

“The girl Joe found.” He walks over to a vacant couch, settling her down on it. Her grasp tightened on his pullover. He sighs and rubs her back. “We won’t hurt you.”

The new strange voice drew closer. “She looks rough, Solo.” He kneels at her side, reaching to touch her face. The sudden movement causes her flinch.

“I see that, Josh.” He mutters, grasping her arms; being mindful of her wrists to bring them down. “He just ordered me to move her here when she awakens.”

“Did he say what to do with her?” They watch her glance around, clinging to Solo’s hand.

“No. Just to move her here.”

“Valentina!” Josh shouts. “C’mere a minute.”

Solo shrugs, a reassuring grip on her back. “Joe found her and brought her here. Where is he?” He looks around. “He instructed me to bring her here when she wakes up.”

Have the ladies clean her up and feed her. I’ll be back tonight. ~ Joe

Josh glances over Valentina’s shoulder. “What’s that baby?”

“Nigga, not even the chief yet, and is already demanding stuff.” She rises, moving into the kitchen. “Solo, can you carry her upstairs to Joe’s room?”

“Uh, carry who?” Another voice comes out, an apparent attitude laced in her tone.

“Tiana frowns.” Valentina turns to Josh. “Jey go help Jimmy finish cooking and send Trinity up.”

“Hey.” Valentina whispers gently, kneeling beside the tub. “I’m Valentina. That’s Tiana.” She peeks at them, quivering. “What’s your name?”

Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out. The hoarse feeling in the back of her throat made it painful to talk. She closes her mouth and looks elsewhere. Tears spilled down her face.

“What happened to her?” Tiana frowns, turning on the water and grabbing the shower head.

“Yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute.”

“Shouldn’t she eat?” Tiana moves to wake her. Solo grabs her hand with the shake of his head.

“Let her sleep.” He stares at her. She had curled up in the middle of the bed, weak snores leaving her mouth.

“Joe will be back soon. Hopefully, he knows what to do.”

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