Chapter 2: Scissor Me Timbers

Chapter 2: Scissor Me Timbers 💅🔥

Jahkiah couldn’t breathe.

Not in the I’m having a cute little asthma attack way — no. She couldn’t breathe because Sahara, a literal demon/alpha/billionaire/mafia overlord/fanfiction reader, had her pinned against the wall like a sparkly limited-edition Build-a-Bear. Her nails scraped against Jahkiah’s waist like she was unwrapping a forbidden snack.

“You smell like strawberry lip gloss,” Sahara whispered, voice thick with hunger. “And… poor decision making.”

Jahkiah blinked. Twice. “Did you just teleport into my room?”

Sahara chuckled, deep and feral. “Teleport? Baby, I materialized. There’s a difference.”

Lightning cracked outside. Inside, the air was spicy — like hot Cheetos and queer tension.

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Cut to 3 hours earlier: Sahara’s POV.

She had found her.

The chaotic little gremlin girl who wrote mafia x reader fanfic with lines like:

“He stared at me with cold, murderous eyes. I stared back like a confused possum on MDMA.”

Sahara was obsessed. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kidnap Jahkiah, kiss her, or recruit her for a heist involving sapphic artifacts stolen from the Vatican.

“Pull the files,” she ordered her assistant, a genderless shadow demon named Glen. “I need everything. Age. Astrology chart. Favourite boba order.”

“She’s a Gemini,” Glen said.

Sahara’s eye twitched. “Of course she is.”

She needed to see her. Touch her. Possibly toss her over her shoulder and carry her into the night like a butch cryptid.

So she activated the ancient demonic spell known only as ‘Scissora Summona Maxima.’

And now here she was. In Jahkiah’s room. Hungry. Dangerous. Curious.

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Back to Jahkiah

“So… are you here to kill me or…?” Jahkiah asked, somehow managing to hold a cup of bubble tea and a cat-ear headband in one hand, trying to look nonchalant. Her voice cracked on the last syllable like a haunted flute.

Sahara took one slow step forward.

“I’m here,” she growled, “because you’ve been writing about me.”

Jahkiah’s soul left her body, came back, and left again.

“I—um—” she stammered, “I may or may not have written a 98k slow burn enemies-to-lovers-to-scissor-sisters AU about you…”

“You made me cry in chapter 19.”

“That wasn’t me, that was angst! It was character development!”

“You made me DIE.”

“You came back! It was a resurrection trope!”

Sahara’s lips curled. She was enjoying this. The way Jahkiah squirmed. The way she defended her spicy little fanfiction like it was her thesis. The way her energy radiated disaster bisexual in a way that could topple empires.

Sahara moved even closer. They were toe to toe now. Boob to boob. Hormone to hormone.

“I’m gonna ask this once,” Sahara whispered, voice sin soaked. “Are you ready to be written into the story?”

Jahkiah dropped her boba. “What does that mean???”

“It means…” Sahara’s voice dropped to a sinful purr. “Put on your combat boots, babygirl. You’re coming with me to the underworld.”

Suddenly — BOOM.

A red portal burst open behind Sahara. Inside was a swirling hellscape of lesbians in power suits, hellhounds wearing collars that said “BABYGIRL,” and flaming swords made of shattered TikToks.

“…Okay,” Jahkiah blinked. “That’s kinda slay.”

“Get in, loser,” Sahara smirked. “We’re rewriting fate.”

Jahkiah didn’t think. She grabbed her Hello Kitty purse, adjusted her lip gloss, and jumped into the portal like it was a Sephora sale.

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Later… in the Demon Mafia Underworld

The demon realm was hotter than the time Jahkiah accidentally put Tiger Balm on her inner thighs.

Sahara strutted through her throne room like sin incarnate, dragging Jahkiah behind her by the wrist. The demon guards stared. Some drooled. A succubus in the corner fainted from sheer sapphic energy.

“WHO. IS. THAT.” one whispered.

“That’s the fanfic girl,” another hissed.

“…She looks like she’d cry during scissoring.”

“I would,” Jahkiah muttered. “And I’d write a 20k enemies-to-lovers fic about it.”

Sahara turned to her, eyes glowing. “Welcome to your initiation.”

“My what—”

Sahara pushed her onto the demon throne. Climbed on top. Inches from her lips.

“The moment you wrote about me,” Sahara purred, straddling her like a dragon claiming treasure, “you summoned me. Now I’m here to collect.”

“To collect what?”

Sahara leaned in, her fang grazing Jahkiah’s lip.

“…My little author.”

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