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I had goosebumps reading this. Can you post this on IG and tag Kelvin? I feel like he would love it.

I saw ‘Mufasa’ today - great movie - and I was fascinated by the idea of Scar once being in love with Sarabi, so I wrote this short poem which offers my interpretation of why Scar didn’t dispose of Simba on the spot after killing Mufasa, I don’t think it’s my best work but I still like it, and it’s called ‘Sarabi’s Son’:

He could not kill Sarabi’s son

And so Scar told the cub to run

He wouldn’t get far, the hyenas had more speed

And they were ruthless - his death would be slow indeed

But this way, at least, Scar would not commit the act

He’d have deniability, if he simply turned his back

Mufasa was not his brother by birth, his murder overdue

Scar simply did what any betrayed brother would do

Mufasa watches on, and his legacy burns in Simba’s blood

But long ago, when he’d been young and foolish, it was Sarabi that Taka had loved

Scar would be king now, either way, he finally had a win

But to murder Sarabi’s beloved child himself? It seemed the ultimate sin

For how could he look her in the eye

Knowing he caused her son to die?

So he did not kill Sarabi’s son

And now his life is all but done

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The soft flicker of lit candles bathed the spacious, richly decorated bedroom in a warm, golden light. It was a peaceful night; the stars sparkled in the clear sky, and the leaves outside rustled gently in the breeze, creating a soothing rhythm.

Aaron stood by the mirror, wearing a floor-length black silk robe that parted at the front to reveal his bare chest and matching trousers. He was carefully combing his hair and goatee, inspecting his teeth, and, finally... sniffing himself.

Milele tried—unsuccessfully—to stifle her giggles, the sound bubbling up until she couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Aaron paused mid-sniff and glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face. She had snorted!

"Care to share the joke?" he asked with a playful half-smile.

"You’re so meticulous with your grooming," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I’ve been watching you all night. You cleaned your nails, brushed your teeth, had a bath, and spent ages in front of the mirror, checking for who-knows-what! You remind me of the cat my family had back home. He was obsessed with staying clean."

Aaron turned away from the mirror, his movements smooth as he approached her, holding her gaze. "Are you saying I remind you of a cat?" His voice dropped to a low, velvety tone, his lips barely moving, the words emerging like a soft purr.

Milele's heart gave a lurch echoing the kick she felt between her legs. She knew he was probably playing into her reference of a cat by mimicking one but his mannerisms elicited a rather violent reaction from her body. He looked so good half-dressed. Black was definitely his color. He was looking at her with a twinkle in his eye that spelled mischief as he settled in beside her. She found she had forgotten how to breathe.

"The first person I heard snortle was an old drunk. I don't think I've ever heard that sound from a woman. Where exactly did you grow u-"

A soft pillow landed on his face followed by another and another. She raised her hand to throw one more when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on his exposed chest bringing her face so close to his that she could feel his breath on her face. Milele felt dizzy.

"Do you know that hitting someone is an invitation to fight? Do you want to wrestle with me, Milele?"

Milele shifted her body on his to a more comfortable position before speaking. "You called me a drunk old man." She pouted.

"W-what?!" Aaron stammered with a short laugh. "That wasn't what I said! I said... you know what, never mind." He moved her hair away from her face with his free hand still holding her wrist with the other. "It sounds nice, your laugh. I was just teasing you."

Milele ducked her head shyly. Burying her face in his neck, she said, "I'm sorry for hitting you. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Aaron's hand in her hair trailed a line down her back as he laughed long and hard. "Even if you threw your entire body weight on me, my sweet, you couldn't remotely hurt a strand of hair on my body."

A real problem was beginning to form for Milele. Her nightwear was a short linen dress held up by tiny straps. The fabric was so thin that she could feel the vibrations from Aaron's chest as if she were bare. As her sensitive nipples started to harden, she impulsively pressed her breasts against him rubbing the little pebbles against his hard body.

Short hot breaths escaped her parted lips as her body began to undulate against his. The dull ache between her legs was getting harder to bear so she moved her body to straddle one of Aaron's muscled thighs slowly grinding herself against it.

The room went completely silent as Aaron realized what was happening. He was starting to feel a warm wetness on his thigh from the point where she ground against him. Her face in his neck nuzzled against him, her breath coming in short gasps.

He looked down at her body over her shoulder. Her short dress had ridden up even higher barely covering the large globes of her perfectly shaped ass. His member stirred against her belly and she moaned softly into his neck, grinding harder against his leg. Resting on the dip of her lower back was his left arm, a breath away from that inviting ass.

Before he could stop himself he reached out and ran his palm lightly over both cheeks. On his way back up, the linen caught his palm and rode even higher, exposing the bottom of her butt cheeks. Telling himself he just wanted to cover her up, he grabbed the edge of her dress and pulled it down, his knuckles grazing her ass as he did so.

He marveled at how soft her skin was, uncurling his fingers from her dress to trace feather-light touches over the underside of her bum. A sob escaped Milele as she rode his thigh in earnest, gyrating her hips so her clit could rub against his silk-covered leg.

Trying to maintain control of himself, Aaron moved to shift his fast-hardening appendage away from her supple stomach but her little sounds of frustration caught his attention. He realized she wasn't angled quite right which was delaying her orgasm. Grabbing her hips with his large hands, he halted her motion.

Milele lifted herself halfway off him, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she glanced at him.

"Look at me." The words were simple, yet carried an undeniable command, and Milele found herself unable to look away.

He ran his eyes lazily over her face and down her collarbone to her bosom where her nipples jutted out, proudly pushing against the fabric of her dress. He kept his eyes on those points and Milele found herself pushing her chest further out for his gaze.

Her chest felt so heavy, in a way they hadn't felt before, and her vision was starting to get blurry. Her skin was on fire, yet all he did was look at her breasts like he wanted to devour them.

She began to tremble when he dragged his eyes back to hers. Holding her gaze, he tightened his grip on her hip and pulled her lower body towards him while lifting his leg slightly at the same time.

"It's okay. . . I'll take care of you, " he purred in his deep baritone, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

The maneuver exerted the perfect pressure on her little sweet nub causing her to gasp and involuntarily tighten her hands around his neck. Aaron's eyes darkened with lust at the beautiful sight unfolding before him. Her small hands around his neck sent more blood-pumping to his already stiff rod.

He started to move her back and forth on his thigh, the whole time keeping his eyes locked on hers.

She started to sob as a tingling sensation started deep in her pelvic region. Her insides clenched and she stiffened, letting out a small cry as her orgasm crashed over her in ripples. A pool of liquid gushed out from her drenching the left leg of his pants and robe.

Sighing contentedly, she lay back into his arms allowing the sudden wave of exhaustion that came over her to lull her into a deep sleep. Somewhere at the back of her head, her mother's voice was ringing out calling her a whore for throwing herself at a man so shamelessly and behaving so wantonly.

She quieted the voice of doubt in her mind, irritation flickering beneath the surface. Aaron held her close, his arms a sanctuary, a reminder that he had not cast her aside, as her mother had warned would happen if she gave herself without being pursued. She smiled, allowing a small ember of joy to burn brighter within her, its warmth pushing away the lingering shadows of her mother's judgment.

***

Long after Milele had fallen into a peaceful sleep, Aaron remained motionless, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet room. His arms cradled her against him, her warmth a stark contrast to the chill of his pants—a reminder that he needed to clean up, to shift and find comfort again. But every time he thought about putting her down, a pang of reluctance stopped him.

She looked so serene, so at ease nestled against him, and for the first time in a long while, she made him feel like everything had found its place. A small, almost imperceptible laugh bubbled up from deep inside him, because the truth was, he felt anything but relaxed. His body was stiff, his muscles aching from the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying. But as she shifted slightly, her face nuzzling deeper into his chest, he couldn’t bring himself to move.

It wasn’t just the physical discomfort that kept him there—it was the softness of the moment, the way she had let herself trust him completely. She was safe in his arms, and though he could feel the weight of his own exhaustion pressing in, it didn’t matter. His heart had found a steady rhythm with hers, and no matter the discomfort, he wasn’t ready to let go of the fragile peace they’d built.

He held her to himself with one hand and using the other, he tugged down his pants kicking them away. It wasn't an easy exercise but he was able to get them off without putting her down which made it all worth it.

His raging erection had softened much to his relief. He wasn't ready to make love to her yet. His body still yearned for Nia. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed Milele's company and he had enjoyed their interaction tonight but when it came down to raw primal fucking, Nia was the one his body sought.

Glancing down at her supple sleeping form, he scoffed. There was no way she could take him, he would break her if he tried. His cock would probably go through her internal organs and come out of her mouth, successfully impaling her. He chuckled at the thought of fucking her sheath and throat at the same time but quickly sobered up at the implication of that.

As Aaron’s eyelids grew heavy and his body relaxed, a creeping thought invaded his mind. He had thought about it all morning, but now, in the stillness of the night, the weight of it pressed harder against his chest. The council meeting had been disquieting. Spies were infiltrating his kingdom, lurkers who moved through the shadows, asking probing questions about his lands, his people, and his defenses.

He had dismissed it at first, a mere rumor—nothing that hadn’t been whispered before. But now, as he lay holding Milele, the urgency of it gnawed at him. Was the long period of peace he had fought for and enjoyed truly over? Was this the beginning of something far darker?

His thoughts flickered back to the faces of his councilors, each of them uneasy, each of them aware of the signs they had been ignoring for too long. Something was coming, he could feel it in his bones. And while his mind screamed to prepare for the worst, a quiet, rational part of him wanted to believe it wasn’t true, that this was simply a momentary blip—a fleeting threat that would fade.

But the questions lingered: Was it time to prepare for war? Or had his kingdom, for all its strength, grown complacent?

As the night stretched on, the peace he had found in Milele's presence seemed fragile, fleeting. Tomorrow would bring more decisions and more uncertainty. But for now, all he could do was hold her, a brief respite before the storm.

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King 👑 🦁

Aaron Pierre 🤎

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petition for Green Lantern to cast Kelvin Harrison Jr. in a role. Make him a villain or an apprentice. Anything!!

I knew he wasn’t shy lmao he’s so cute and flirtatious

I wanna note that he's done all of these interviews with his best friend Kelvin aka someone he's very comfortable with. We're seeing the aaron his friends and family see.

Shy, Quiet Introvert!Aaron still exists and will be back full force when it's time for him to promote lanterns (or if he's doing press for The Morning Show)

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It's crazy how Sarabi chooses Mufasa over Scar, but in real life, Tiffany has far more chemistry with Kelvin. LMAO

Cast of Mufasa The Lion King 🦁

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Aaron wants to be in a movie with Viola Davis.

Make it happen Hollywood.

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Glad to know we're all one person in different bodies. Very comforting

how to spot a writer:

unhinged google search history

crying over fake people

owns 200 notebooks (they're all empty)

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At this point just name them twins. They're so good together it's ridiculous.

This Or That

Aaron Pierre and Kelvin Harrison Jr

👑 😍 🦁

(TikTok credit: @buzzfeedcanada)

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And this is exactly what happened in Rebel Ridge! More people are talking about him than the movie itself. At least the movie maintained the number-one spot on Netflix for a long time. A win is a win.

🥺🥺🥺 poor baby

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Aaron Pierre

👑 😍 🦁

(TikTok credit: @cultureunfiltered)

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Is he really the better dancer though? Kelvin has some serious moves.

Aaron Pierre and Kelvin Harrison Jr

👑 😍 🦁

Her sons are so cute. 😊

dymund:

Words can’t explain how proud i am of my boys. we had the pleasure of talking with @aaron_pierre1 & @kelvharrjr to discuss the new film #mufasa The Lion King. I loved the topic on leadership family and love. Be sure to catch more clips so many learning points and gems dropped 🫶🏾

Mufasa is out 20th December, do me a favour and go watch it. You will fall in love

@disney

@disneyuk

@vamp

Thank you for such an unforgettable experience.

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Aaron Pierre

👑 😍 🦁

I see a lot of people claim Aaron replies to their comments on Social Media especially TikTok. Aaron isn't really on Social Media. He only has an official IG account so if you get replies from "Aaron Pierre" from Facebook, TikTok etc it's not him. Don't be fooled.

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Aaron is a self proclaimed recluse so I'm enjoying this press tour while he's outside. 🤣🤣

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Writing Reference: Animal Adjectives

Accipitrine - of or related to the birds of prey

Anserine - of, relating to, or resembling a goose

Aquiline - of, relating to, or resembling an eagle

Asinine - of, relating to, or resembling an ass

Bovine - of, relating to, or resembling bovines, esp. the ox or cow

Bubaline - pertaining to or resembling the true buffaloes

Cancrine - of or resembling a crab

Canine - of or resembling that of a dog

Caprine - of, relating to, or being a goat

Corvine - of or relating to the crows; resembling a crow

Equine - of, relating to, or resembling a horse

Feline - of, relating to, or affecting cats

Leonine - of, relating to, suggestive of, or resembling a lion

Lupine - of or relating to wolves

Murine - of, relating to, or involving rodents, esp. the house mouse

Pavonine - of, relating to, or resembling the peacock

Piscine - of, relating to, or characteristic of fish

Porcine - of, relating to, or suggesting swine

Ranine - of or relating to frogs

Serpentine - of or resembling a serpent

Ursine - suggesting or characteristic of a bear

Vespine - of, relating to, or resembling wasps

Vulpine - of, relating to, or resembling a fox

Zebroid - related to or resembling a zebra

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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The Council stood as the king walked into the Council room. Aaron's ears twitched as he caught a tension in the air. He walked up to his chair and sat on it, pausing for a millisecond before waving them to sit.

A tall gorgeous dark-skinned man with silver-gray locs stood up and addressed the room.

"My sister and I were on scout duty last week. We flew around the westside mostly since that was where we got reports of strangers lurking around the market asking strange questions." He nodded at a much older version of himself seated to his left, "My father thought it would be a good idea of my sister scouts that area alone and. . "

"Absolutely NOT!!" The king's bellow resounded all over the castle and beyond. Members of the council looked startled while the young man and his father shared a small secret smile.

The king glared at the older man as he addressed him directly. "Amari, Nia will not be scouting anywhere alone. In fact, I demand that she be immediately reassigned to another section."

Amari bowed slightly in Aaron's direction. "Obi and Nia are the strongest scouts in our clan. It was my decision to send Nia alone since a barn owl is less conspicuous than a Great horned owl. We need that area under surveillance and we need to do it discreetly."

"I still don't like it. Nia is strong and fierce but she's a woman and we do not put our women in the front lines of battle." Aaron spoke as carefully and casually as he could. He already gave too much away with his initial reaction, he needed to play it off as best he could.

Obi nodded in agreement, looking at his father for approval briefly before speaking. "I'll send my lieutenant. He's not as strong as Nia but he's shrewd and fast. He knows how to avoid trouble and lay low when he needs to."

A murmur went up among the other council members at Aaron's grunt of approval.

The grayed man from last night stood as Obi sat. "Your majesty, women have fought in our army for generations. Our women aren't weak or frail. Especially those from high houses tasked with the protection of our beloved kingdom."

Feeling irritation begin to bubble up inside him, Aaron casually leaned back in his chair, propping his chin up with his right fist as he rested it on the armrest. He wore a faintly bored expression, though it was clear he was trying to mask the tension building beneath the surface.

His voice took on a deadly calm; "Your house is high, is it not?"

Obi sniggered, sobering up when his father shot him a warning glance.

"Yes, it is, my lord." The gray man stood stiff as he replied, meeting the king's gaze. The tension in the room was palpable.

"And you have daughters, do you not?"

"Yes, I do."

"Should we nominate one to stand guard at the market? perhaps disguised as a trader?"

"I'll gladly give up my daughters if you order it."

Aaron held the old man's gaze. He admired him greatly, challenged him often, and kept him on his toes forcing him to evolve and grow as a man and a king. Even now with the taunt tension between them, Aaron knew he was right. His aversion to having Nia scout that area was because she was his woman and he wouldn't see her in harm's way.

"I do not order it," He spoke in a voice that gave no room for questions, "Neither will I allow Amari's daughter to scout that area." He looked away from him, effectively dismissing him. "What is next on the agenda?"

***

Milele sat on an ornate, high-backed chair in the great hall, surrounded by the women of the King’s household. It was the second day of her marriage, and as tradition demanded, she was to entertain guests from across the kingdom and beyond. Each guest brought a gift, the value of which reflected their wealth. All the treasures collected were hers to keep. By the end of the day, she would have amassed enough wealth to place her among the richest lords of the land. The queen’s fortune was separate from the king’s; she would be financially independent, free to indulge in whatever pleasures she desired, whenever she wished.

The hall was beginning to fill with lavish gifts—gold, pearls, fine linens, and an array of rare stones and exquisite jewelry—when a new guest was announced.

Nia entered with the poise that came naturally from her privileged birth and status. Her dress, tailored to perfection, accentuated her long legs, while her wild hair was elegantly swept back with jeweled combs. Pearls and feathers adorned her neck, and her face, painted with such detail, seemed almost otherworldly in its beauty.

Behind her, two men carried a large chest of rare, perfumed oils. Nia held her head high as she approached Milele’s chair, stepping closer than customary before lowering her head just slightly in a curtsey, a gesture laced with both grace and challenge.

An unnatural silence fell over the room. The women stared, wide-eyed, at her bold actions, too stunned to speak or challenge her.

"Well, if it isn't the queen." Nia's voice dripped with subtle disdain, not bothering to conceal the contempt that slipped through.

Milele gazed in awe at the stunning woman before her, suddenly feeling out of place. This woman, with her regal presence, beauty, poised demeanor, and unmistakable wealth, seemed far more deserving of the title than Milele ever could be. She recalled the reckless act of throwing the soap at the king that morning, a gesture that now filled her with embarrassment. How unbecoming. This woman would never behave so impulsively.

Milele longed to touch her flawless skin, as though it would confirm her reality. Her gaze swept over the woman's face, lingering on the deep brown eyes and high forehead.

Noticing Milele’s admiring stare, Nia raised an eyebrow, a gesture that pulled Milele back to the present. Trying to regain her composure, she offered a stiff nod.

"You're welcome. What is your name and your house?"

Nia fought and lost the urge to chuckle, "Do you even know what a "house" is?"

The women audibly gasped at the direct insult prompting the oldest woman to step forward.

"Lady Nia," she started.

"I'm leaving." Nia curtseyed deeply this time before turning on her heels and walking out of the hall.

Overwhelming happiness filled her heart as she walked to her carriage. She cursed the formality of the event that warranted her use of the carriage when all she wanted to do was fly in elation. The queen was pretty, but she had all the grace of a wild goat. Nia chuckled, the King was probably fed up with her already. That explains why he was in her bed on his wedding night.

She could also swear that she was still untouched by the air of innocence around her. The owl threw back her head and laughed with all the joy in her heart; Aaron loved sex, if he hadn't touched her by now, it only meant one thing-- He hated her presence.

***

It was getting dark when Aaron walked in to find his bride in the great hall. He paused at the entrance to observe her for a moment.

She sat slumped in the high-backed chair, her head lolling to the side in a clear display of exhaustion. Her legs dangled, not quite reaching the floor, and she absentmindedly swung them back and forth. He observed her quietly as she stifled a yawn, only to catch herself and raise her hand quickly to cover her mouth. Her eyes flicked around in a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness.

Milele sat up when Aaron walked in. The women around all stood and curtsied. "Thank you all for keeping my wife company and guiding her, please enjoy your rest for the remainder of the evening," He smiled warmly at them, "you've earned it."

They rose in unison and filed out of the hall. After they had all gone, Milele started to rise from the chair but he waved her back down.

"Did you have a pleasant day?" His voice was filled with genuine concern that tugged at Milele's heart and made her even more ashamed of what she had done that morning.

She hadn't seen him all day and had assumed he was angry with her but right now he looked down at her with a bright smile-- that stole her breath if she was being honest with herself.

His mood was infectious and she found herself relaxing and smiling back at him.

He turned away and found a place to sit. She opened her mouth to apologize for her behavior that morning but he spoke first.

"Should I have the carpenter saw the legs off that chair? Your feet don't touch the ground."

Milele's mouth snapped shut. She looked down at the slippers on her feet and looked back at Aaron.

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I'm about to fill my bath with ice cubes and climb into it. . . send help!!

College student by day...

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I just love your commentaries on these interviews lmaoo. I'm here for it.

Aaron and Kelvin complimenting the interviewer Vicky Ro. She is adorable. 😊

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Vicky is the same interviewer that Aaron praised for asking the best questions.

Aaron called Kelvin his chosen family. 🤗🥹