#— zuri speaks now. ༉‧₊˚.

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fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (10/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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A/N: Next is the epilogue! Can you believe that this series is over?!!! I love writing about Aurelien and ZuZu, especially ZuZu because I struggle with my own issues with my father. Thank you so much for the love, support, and reblogs/comments. This chapter is fairly long and wraps up some loose ends (around 10K).

The fluorescent lights in the lawyer’s office buzzed quietly, a dull background noise that did nothing to calm Zuri’s frazzled nerves. She sat beside Aurélien, her hand resting in his as they listened to the lawyer explain the options. Words like restraining order and legal protection felt surreal, as if they belonged in someone else’s story, not hers. Filing something so drastic against her own father sounded insane. Yet, given everything he had done—from pushing her into an unwanted arranged marriage to weaponizing the police for a wellness check—it was beginning to feel necessary.

Zuri twisted her pendant necklace absentmindedly, her thoughts a tangled web of what-ifs. She glanced at Aurélien, whose jaw was set in a hard line. Even with his calm exterior, she could see the tension in his shoulders. He was angry, protective, and fiercely committed to shielding her from harm. It was a stark contrast to how they’d started—two strangers thrown together, expected to play house because of family politics.

But now? Now she couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Her stomach twisted as the lawyer outlined the legal proceedings they could take. Aurélien’s father had been speaking with the elders, trying to persuade them to end the arrangement entirely. The idea of the engagement being dissolved should have brought her relief, but instead, it filled her with dread. She didn’t want to be forced into anything, but being with Aurélien was no longer an obligation. It was a choice she made every day. The thought of their bond being broken felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

Aurélien squeezed her hand, pulling her back into the present. "We’ll figure this out," he said softly, his voice a comforting anchor in the chaos. She nodded, trying to believe him, even as anxiety gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

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That weekend, Real Madrid faced off against Atlético in a match that left fans on edge. Normally, Zuri would be there, cheering for Aurélien from the stands, but today she stayed home. She couldn’t bring herself to face the crowd, the cameras, or the stress of pretending that everything was fine when her world felt like it was teetering on the edge of collapse.

Instead, she curled up on the sofa, tears slipping down her cheeks. The house felt empty without him, the silence amplifying the echo of her doubts. What if the elders did end their engagement? Would she be sent back to New York, forced to return to the life she’d left behind? And what would become of her and Aurélien? They hadn’t even discussed what it would mean for their future.

The front door clicked open, and she quickly wiped her tears away, but Aurélien noticed anyway. He dropped his bag and crossed the room in seconds, pulling her into his arms. "Mon cœur, what’s wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. The match had ended in a frustrating draw, but the game felt insignificant compared to the sight of Zuri crying.

She leaned into him, her fingers clutching his shirt. "I’m scared," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if the elders break off our engagement? What happens then? Do I go back home? Do we just… end?"

Aurélien cupped her face in his hands, his eyes locking onto hers. "No," he said firmly. "You’re not leaving, Zuri. I don’t care what the elders decide. I love you, and I would never ask you to move out. This is your home too."

Tears welled up again, but this time they weren’t from fear. "But what if��� what if we don’t survive this? What if it’s too much?"

He shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "We’re not breaking up. Do you hear me?" His voice softened, but the conviction remained. "You’re mine, and I’m yours. We’ll work through this, no matter what."

Zuri’s heart ached with the love she felt for him, even as uncertainty loomed over them like a dark cloud. She pressed her forehead against his, drawing strength from his determination. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing her as if he could kiss away all her worries.

The kiss deepened, heat spreading between them as Zuri moaned softly into Aurélien’s mouth. Her hands moved up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned, his grip on her waist tightening. As the kiss grew more urgent, Zuri’s fingers slid down to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath to feel the hard planes of his stomach. Aurélien pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and stared at her with darkened eyes.

"You're too emotional right now, chérie," he murmured, his voice a husky warning.

Zuri looked at him, her pupils dilated with need. "But Aurélien—"

He shook his head. "No. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this."

Her lips parted, a frustrated sigh escaping. "I want this, Aurélien. I want you… please… I need you right now." Her voice wavered with desperation, and they found themselves in a stalemate, gazing at each other, the air between them crackling.

Aurélien let out an exasperated groan, his resolve slipping. He crushed his mouth against hers, one arm wrapping around her waist to lower her onto the rug. He paused just long enough to ask, "Where’s Zeus?"

"In his crate," Zuri answered, her voice breaking into a breathy moan as Aurélien pressed kisses along the column of her neck, his lips and tongue worshipping her sensitive skin.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a deep rumble. His hands slid under her tank top, lifting it up and over her head to reveal her pierced nipples. His eyes darkened with desire. "I love these piercings so fuckin’ much," he murmured before capturing one of her hardened buds in his mouth. Zuri arched her back, her moans growing louder as he teased her breasts, his tongue swirling around the metal and his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

Aurélien lingered there, sucking and nibbling until she was trembling beneath him, then he sat back on his haunches to yank off his t-shirt. Zuri, her body alight with anticipation, wasted no time pulling down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. Her eyes traced the muscles of his chest as he removed his basketball shorts and boxers, his erection springing free.

He leaned forward, his fingers slipping between her thighs, teasing her slick folds. Zuri let out a cry, her hips bucking as he rubbed her clit in slow, torturous circles. She was panting, breathless, her body begging for more. Aurélien smirked, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, tasting her.

Zuri reached out to grab his arm as he began to stand. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice almost a whine.

"To get a condom," he said.

"No." Her hand tightened on his arm.

"No?" he echoed, one eyebrow arched in confusion.

"It’s fine, Aurélien," she insisted, her voice husky with desire.

His expression grew serious. "ZuZu, we’ve been playing around too much to—"

"Please…" She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Just pull out."

Aurélien scoffed, mildly irritated. "I can barely pull out, Zu."

"Then don’t," she whispered, her voice sultry and tempting. "We can get a Plan B tomorrow."

He sucked his teeth, clearly conflicted, but the way she was looking at him made it hard to say no. He let out a long breath, finally relenting. "You’re risking it," he muttered, though his body betrayed his mind.

Zuri smiled, tugging him back down on top of her. "Please," she whispered again, her voice a soft, irresistible plea.

Aurélien shook his head but didn’t refuse. Instead, he grabbed one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist as he positioned himself. With a slow thrust, he slid inside her, and Zuri’s moan filled the room. He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried so deeply in her warmth, then began to move, each stroke more forceful than the last.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, Zuri’s nails raking down his back as he drove her to the brink of pleasure. "Merde," Aurélien grunted, the heat coiling low in his stomach as he fought to hold back. But Zuri’s whispered pleas and the way she clenched around him made it impossible to resist.

His thrusts grew erratic, his breath heavy in her ear. Zuri’s cries echoed in the room as she shattered around him, her body shuddering with pleasure. Aurélien followed moments later, his release crashing over him as he spilled inside her, a hoarse “Fuck,” escaping his lips.

They stayed tangled together on the rug, their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as they came down from the high. Aurélien pressed his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face. "I love you so much," he murmured, the words a raw confession.

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Their moment of solace was shattered a day later when the news broke. A sleazy tabloid published an article about the police visiting Aurélien’s home. The headline screamed accusations, twisting the narrative to make him look like a potential abuser. It was a deliberate leak, and they both knew who was behind it.

Aurélien was furious, his hands clenching into fists as he paced the living room. "This could ruin me," he muttered, his voice tight with rage. "My reputation, my career… all because of your father."

Zuri’s heart ached with guilt and helplessness. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on them.

He stopped and pulled her into his arms, his touch fierce but loving. "This isn’t your fault," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We’ll fix this."

Luckily, Real Madrid’s PR team acted swiftly, putting out a statement that dismissed the rumors as baseless and emphasizing Aurélien’s clean record. They worked to discredit the tabloid, and within hours, the story was contained. But the damage had been done, and the anxiety lingered.

"We need to settle this," Aurélien said, his voice low and determined. "In New York."

Zuri nodded, her heart pounding. The idea of confronting her father on his home turf was terrifying, but she knew it was inevitable. They couldn’t keep living under his shadow, waiting for the next blow to fall.

"I’ll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice steady. "I just want us to be free."

Aurélien wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "We will be," he promised, pressing a kiss to her hair. "No matter what it takes."

Time passed in a blur of stress and determination. Real Madrid’s loss to LOSC was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving Aurélien and his teammates deflated. Their subsequent win against Villarreal lifted spirits somewhat, but for Aurélien, nothing could fully shift his focus from the personal battle he and Zuri were waging. With the next few days off, he was determined to resolve things once and for all.

The situation had only intensified when the tabloid article sparked a wave of hateful comments online. Trolls attacked Aurélien, accusing him of being a disappointment both on and off the pitch. "He sucks on the field, and clearly sucks as a person too," one cruel comment read. Another mocked Zuri, calling her a "gold-digger" and blaming her for his supposed downfall. Both of them issued statements on Instagram, Zuri declaring, "The truth will always prevail," while Aurélien reassured his followers, “I’m grateful for those who support me. Don’t believe everything you read.”

For every hateful remark, there were words of love and encouragement. Friends like Cama and Jude publicly defended him, and his family members flooded his DMs with reassurances. Zuri’s fans offered heartfelt support, reminding her that she was resilient and loved. The kindness helped soften the sting, but the wound of the smear campaign remained.

Preparing for their trip to New York felt both like gearing up for battle and heading into an unknown abyss. Aurélien handed Zeus over to Hugo, who had promised to take good care of the dog while they were gone. As they drove to the airport, Aurélien looked out at the fading Madrid skyline and wished, for a moment, that they were traveling to New York under happier circumstances.

"Fall’s my favorite season," he murmured, glancing at Zuri as she looked out the window. The thought twisted his heart, the usual joy he felt seeing the autumn leaves in Central Park or catching a Giants or Knicks game was replaced with dread.

Zuri reached over and took his hand. "Maybe next time," she whispered, trying to give him a small smile, but he could see the anxiety shadowing her expression.

The airport was a blur of security checks and baggage drops. They boarded their flight, and Zuri leaned into Aurélien’s shoulder, her nerves finally calming as the plane lifted into the sky. He traced soothing circles on the back of her hand, trying to project the confidence he only half felt. They napped fitfully, sharing whispered words and squeezing each other’s hands during moments of turbulence. The hours dragged on, heavy with anticipation.

LaGuardia greeted them with the usual chaos. As they exited the terminal, Malik waited near the baggage claim, his expression tense. "I can’t believe it’s come to this," he said, pulling his sister into a hug. His fury toward their father was palpable. "We need to end this, once and for all."

Malik drove them through the familiar streets of Brooklyn, eventually pulling up to their hotel. "I’ll be there tomorrow," he promised. "After church. And hey…" His expression brightened with a hint of excitement. "I have some good news. I’m finally proposing to Brynn."

Zuri’s face lit up, a burst of genuine happiness piercing the cloud of their worries. "Malik, oh my God! It’s about time!" she exclaimed, hugging her brother. Malik grinned, the love between siblings a comforting reminder of simpler times.

"You better be there for the engagement party," Malik teased, though there was real hope in his voice. He left them in front of the hotel, and Aurélien gathered their luggage as they headed up to their room, his arm slung protectively around Zuri’s shoulders.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, her fingers lacing through his. "We deal with everything tomorrow."

Aurélien nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Together," he affirmed, guiding her into their room. The world might have felt heavy around them, but for now, they found solace in each other’s presence, ready for whatever came next.

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The morning sun filtered softly through the hotel curtains, casting golden patches on the sheets. Aurélien opened his eyes to find Zuri curled into his side, her steady breathing a momentary reprieve from the storm that awaited them. He brushed a gentle kiss across her temple, and she stirred, blinking up at him.

"Morning," she whispered, her voice hoarse with sleep.

He managed a small smile, though his chest was tight with anticipation. "Morning, mon cœur."

They shared a quiet breakfast, the clatter of utensils against porcelain too loud in the otherwise hushed hotel suite. The conversation was light, almost forced, as they both tried to keep their minds from what lay ahead. Aurélien fiddled with his phone, glancing at messages from friends and teammates who had checked in, offering support without prying.

Zuri put down her fork, her fingers trembling slightly. "We should get going."

He nodded, swallowing down his nerves, and followed her out of the room. The car ride was filled with a heavy silence, each of them lost in thought. The neighborhood they pulled into felt both familiar and foreign. It was the one Zuri had grown up in, a small community in Brooklyn that housed many African immigrant families. Children played on the sidewalks, their laughter a stark contrast to the tension mounting in Aurélien’s chest.

"That’s his car," Zuri pointed out, her voice tight as she gestured toward the driveway of her parents’ modest home. Her father’s navy sedan was parked haphazardly, a testament to his usual disregard for anyone but himself. Aurélien’s gaze shifted down the street, where Malik’s Prius sat a few houses away.

"Malik's here too," Aurélien murmured, his voice grave.

Hand in hand, they approached the front door, but even from the porch, raised voices were unmistakable. The deep, rumbling timbre of Malik’s anger was met with their father’s harsh retorts. Zuri paused, her heart in her throat. "They’re already at it," she said, trying to steel herself.

She knocked, first gently, then harder when there was no response. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Zuri’s mother. The woman’s face was drawn, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "My angel," she whispered, her voice cracking as she pulled Zuri into a fierce hug, kissing both her cheeks.

"Hi, Mama," Zuri managed, though she felt her own tears threatening. Her mother clung to her, looking her over with a mixture of relief and worry. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice wavering as she noticed the way her mother’s hands skimmed her arms and shoulders, searching for something.

"I have to make sure you’re not hurt," her mother replied, glancing over at Aurélien. The hurt in her eyes cut deep, but Aurélien stepped forward, his jaw set.

"Je ne ferais jamais de mal à Zuri, (I would never hurt Zuri.)" he said, his voice low and determined. The words felt inadequate – how could he explain that hurting Zuri would be like tearing out his own heart?

Her mother’s eyes widened slightly, and she finally stepped aside. "Come in," she murmured.

The living room was tense with energy. Malik stood with his fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with anger. Zuri’s father, Ernest, glared at him, his jaw working furiously. The argument screeched to a halt when Ernest noticed Zuri and Aurélien entering.

"What is this?" Ernest demanded, his eyes narrowing. "A setup?"

Aurélien stepped forward, his eyes darkening. "Maybe it is," he said, his voice cold. "You deserve more than just a punch to the face for everything you’ve done." Zuri’s mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The threat was palpable, and Aurélien’s usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen. "Vous essayez de ruiner ma carrière avec vos mensonges, et vous ne recevrez pas cette voiture. Laissez Zuri tranquille, ou nous prendrons une ordonnance restrictive." (You’re trying to ruin my career with your lies, and you’re not getting that car. Leave Zuri alone, or we’ll get a restraining order.)

Zuri stood there, barely keeping up with the French exchange, but she could sense the raw anger emanating from Aurélien.

Her father turned to her, his face twisted with disbelief. "A restraining order? Against your own father?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yes," Zuri said, her voice steadier than she felt. "This is ridiculous, and you know it. You’ve gone too far." She turned to her mother, pain flashing in her eyes. "And you, Mama. You just… stand by and let him do this?"

Her mother looked stricken, but before she could answer, Ernest barked a harsh laugh. "You dare speak to me like this?!" he demanded. "You’re an ungrateful daughter, abandoning your family when we need you the most."

Zuri’s eyes hardened, her voice breaking only slightly. "The only one ruining this family is you, Papa. You’re acting like a spoiled child."

Ernest’s face enraged, and he took a step forward, but Aurélien and Zuri’s mother both stepped in front of him. Aurélien’s fists clenched at his sides, and he took a protective stance. Ernest clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at his daughter. "You’re supposed to take care of your family," he sneered. "You owe us."

Malik stepped forward, his own anger flaring. "No, Papa. You’re the one in the wrong. We’ve already notified the elders about what you’ve been doing, and they’re ashamed of you. Trying to ruin your daughter’s marriage out of greed? It’s disgusting."

The words hit their father like a punch, but he continued to argue, refusing to see reason. Aurélien had had enough. He stepped closer, his voice dangerously calm. "Je vais déposer une lettre de cessation et d'abstention contre vous, et nous allons vous poursuivre en diffamation." (I’m filing a cease and desist letter against you, and we will be suing for defamation.)

Zuri’s mother’s face crumpled, and she fell to her knees, grabbing Aurélien’s hand. "S'il vous plaît, ne faites pas ça," she begged. (Please, don’t do that.) "Ernest va s'excuser." (Ernest will apologize.) She turned to her husband, desperation in her eyes. "Ernest! Excuse-toi maintenant!" (Ernest! Apologize now!)

Ernest’s mouth set into a stubborn line, his arms crossed over his chest. He refused to look at anyone. "Ernest!" Zuri’s mother screamed, but he only shook his head in defiance.

Zuri’s heart ached but she remained resolute. "Fine. We’ll get that restraining order. I’m done letting you mess up my life."

Malik sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Don’t speak to me ever again, Papa," he said, his voice low but steady. He turned to his mother, his heart breaking for her. "Mama, when you’re ready to leave him, I’ll be there for you. But that’s it."

With that, Malik, Zuri, and Aurélien walked out, the door closing behind them with a finality that felt like the end of an era. Malik lingered outside, speaking quietly with his sister and Aurélien. "I’ll check in tomorrow," he promised. "Just… stay safe."

Aurélien nodded, and Malik gave them both a hug before getting into his car and driving away. As Zuri and Aurélien moved to their rental, Zuri’s mother came rushing out, calling her name.

Zuri turned, tears streaming down her face as her mother wrapped her in a fierce embrace. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I should have believed you. Are you… are you really happy in Madrid?"

Zuri’s tears fell harder, but she managed a smile. "I love it there, Mama. I love him."

Her mother turned to Aurélien, her expression softening. "Thank you for loving her," she said quietly. "And for taking care of her."

Aurélien nodded, his own voice thick. "I love her more than anything."

Zuri hugged her mother one last time, the weight of everything crashing down around them. It was time to leave, time to protect their future. As they pulled away, tears streaming down both their faces, they knew things would never be the same.

But for now, they had each other—and that was enough.

one week later...

The celebratory energy buzzed through the streets of Budapest, where Les Bleus had secured a commanding 4-1 victory against Israel. The sky was painted in a gradient of orange and purple hues as Zuri walked alongside Aurélien toward a chic riverside restaurant. She adjusted her black satin blouse, the soft fabric brushing against her skin, while Aurélien's hand lingered protectively on the small of her back. His proud captain's armband from the game was now tucked in his pocket, but he radiated the honor of leading his team to a victorious match.

Inside the cozy, modern restaurant, Aurélien's family had gathered, beaming with pride. Anne-Maïsha and Yannis, Aurélien's younger siblings, chatted animatedly, while Josette and Fernand Tchouaméni exchanged loving smiles. Zuri could feel the warm familial atmosphere enveloping her, though a hint of apprehension still lingered in her chest. The matter of her father and the arrangement wasn’t quite behind them, and she knew tonight's dinner conversation would inevitably circle back to it.

As they took their seats, conversation naturally flowed in French. Zuri listened intently, trying to catch as many words as she could. Thanks to her new tutor, her comprehension had improved, and the cadence of the language no longer felt entirely foreign. She leaned in, picking up bits of jokes from Yannis and Anne-Maïsha, and smiled.

Anne-Maïsha, who's twenty, glanced at Zuri. "Tu comprends ce qu'on dit, Zuri?" (Do you understand what we're saying, Zuri?)

Zuri laughed lightly, her fingers playing with the gold bracelet on her wrist. "Un peu," she replied, causing Anne-Maïsha to let out a chuckle.

Aurélien grinned and placed his hand over Zuri's. "Alright, let's switch to English so my fiancée can join in properly," he announced. The table complied, albeit with some groaning from Yannis.

Josette looked radiant, her eyes full of maternal pride. "Aurélien, you were incredible on the pitch today. We couldn't be prouder," she said, her gaze warm. Fernand nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Mama, Papa," Aurélien responded, humility in his smile. "It felt good to lead the team."

Zuri observed the exchange, feeling a pang of longing. How different it was from the strained relationships within her own family. But she pushed those thoughts away as Josette turned to her.

"And how have things been for you, Zuri?" Josette asked. "We know you've both been dealing with so much."

Zuri met Aurélien's eyes, the silent support in his gaze giving her courage. "It's been… complicated," she admitted, choosing her words carefully. "The elders back in Cameroon are very upset with my father. They've left the decision to us about whether to continue the arrangement or end it, but they do support Aurélien and me staying together."

Fernand’s brow furrowed. "I’m surprised they’re still encouraging the arrangement. Ernest has done a lot to undermine this, even if it was born out of his greed."

Aurélien sat up straighter, his expression unwavering. "Papa, I understand your surprise. But Zuri and I have agreed that we want to continue this, on our terms. It’s no longer about family duty or arrangements. We’re choosing this for ourselves."

Fernand’s eyes widened slightly. "You wish to stay together, despite everything?"

Aurélien nodded, and his grip on Zuri’s hand tightened ever so slightly. "Yes. We’re building something real and worth fighting for."

Josette’s face softened, a bright smile spreading across her lips. "That makes me so happy," she said. She reached for Zuri's free hand. "I always hoped you'd find happiness together. Love that comes from choice is the strongest bond of all."

Anne-Maïsha's eyes sparkled with delight. "Yay! I'm getting a sister," she said, clapping her hands. "Can we go shopping tomorrow, Zuri?"

Zuri giggled, feeling lighter. "I'd love that, Anne-Maïsha," she said.

Aurélien leaned over to Zuri, brushing a tender kiss against her lips. The world seemed to blur around them, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, a silent promise of the future they were carving together.

"Gross!" Yannis said, scrunching his nose. "Can you not do that in front of your little brother?"

Laughter erupted around the table, and Zuri's heart felt full. Whatever trials lay behind them, and whatever challenges awaited, this moment—surrounded by love, laughter, and the unwavering bond she shared with Aurélien—was hers to hold onto.

TO BE CONTINUED.....EPILOGUE COMING SOON!

[dangerous-yam-fries]

Not too sure if your taking requests but can I request a part 2 of yandere alien? but the reader is just completely numb after the whole sex scene and she just stop showing emotions, she stops talking and her eyes are just empty but whenever she looks at Zuri her eyes shine bright with anger and murderous intent even the rest of the crew see's it

Despite this Zuri tries everything in his power to get a reaction out of her but he always turns up empty handed even when he try to do the boombahya with her he still gets nothing she doesn't even moan

And after a few days she just randomly disappeared he searched the entire ship top to bottom but he couldn't find her minutes turned into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months and months turned into years

His crew was hired to get some goods by some great empire it here that he found her one problem she is the emperor's mate she already has multiple kids with the emperor and another on the way

Anyways reader see him again and decided she is gonna ruin his life in which she did and then her mate had him executed slowly so he felt everything....

Anyways I hope you like it 😀

Part ones ending didn't scratch me right 😅

Wow I love that concept, and great suggestion at the end, but I’m not going to kill my favorite red flag. You can have some of it though.

Alien Guy x GN!reader - mild NSFW ask

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, confinement, general creepiness, alien, MINORS I DO NOT WANT YOU HERE SO HIT THE ROAD

You didn’t talk much back on Argon, the scientists spoke their scientific jargon, the cleaners were just as prudish, and the experiments… couldn’t talk. So you were in the habit of staying quiet as well. This continued when Captain Zuri brought you to Seed, you’d go days without speaking, and living by the mantra of ‘only speak when spoken to’.

Needless to say, Zuri wasn’t concerned when you didn’t say anything to him the morning after. That’s just what you were like. Even when you went back to avoiding him, he didn’t think twice. When you started skipping meals however, then he had a problem.

You wouldn’t meet his eyes, the impossible blue making you feel something dark and self-destructive. He forces you to look at him, and you can’t help the look of disgust on your face. Zuri declared you as his lover and mate, and that if you won’t take care of yourself, he’ll make sure to take care of you.

Before, living with the aftermath of being raped was manageable. But now you sleep in his bed, eat with him, and you’re not even allowed to shower alone.

Oh, and sharing a bed with him means sex. You couldn’t help but react your first time, but now it’s almost like your body won’t let you feel it. You want to feel good, maybe that will take your dark feelings away, banish your pain, and set you free. It doesn’t hurt anymore, at least. Zuri keeps you loose, it doesn’t matter when or where the feeling hits him, you’re always ready to take him.

Zuri’s just contented with having you. In the beginning, he was fairly worried about how you felt, but it was clear that you wouldn’t change anytime soon, so why worry about that? Or maybe he was just forcing himself not to care, because you were in pain because of him.

Maybe out of guilt, he gives you more alone time, and doesn’t make you do chores. The only rules are to be in his room by curfew, and don’t go whoring yourself out. The gift is wasted on you though, because you don’t leave his room, even when you’re allowed.

You have no friends on the outside, and your old room has been given to someone else. There’s no privacy out there, but Zuri’s gone most of the day, so you can just lounge in any of the spacious areas of his cabin. Usually a storage closet or behind furniture.

It’s almost like you’re a feral animal, Zuri or his secretary will leave a tray out for you, because you’ll only eat when you’re alone. You make sure to take care of all your needs before Zuri returns to his cabin in the evenings, as you try your best to avoid him. You know he knows exactly where you are, but he doesn’t seek you out unless it’s for something physical.

You’ll stare into space without a thought in your mind, but when Zuri enters your sights, it’s like a switch is flipped.

You’ve been treated badly, horribly by many people. But none of them were as persistent as him. You want to kill Zuri, make him suffer, even if it means dying yourself.

Zuri notices the darkness in your eyes, you used to be a fairly simple person, aimless, floating through space. Now you have something more grounding, a tether to one place; Zuri. You may not love him, but you won’t leave his side until he’s dead.

[sketch-guardian]

Is it alright if I ask for all the RAD classmates with a child reader who’s kind of creepy

Like child mc wears maybe morute or Shiro Lolita and just doesn’t respond much, like everyone barely hears their voice because all they do is just stare and watch you with this creepy bear in their hands. It’s kinda like those creepy kids in horror movies

Of course it's alright✨there's no problem with such ask☺As usual, although I don't think there is any need to specify since it should be obvious, the headcanons with child MC are platonic and contain family dynamics, so the OCs in question are like child MC's legal guardians. Now let's start:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CREEPY CHILD MC"

DEMYA

I'm not sure how to explain this without trigger warnings, but Demya in the past, and even currently depending on the case, has devoured both humans and other demons, she was also raised in a tribe of bloodthirsty and flesh-eating demons, therefore she can be defined as...occasionally cannibal and it's very unlikely that a mere creepy child like MC would actually manage to disturb her, indeed Demya would even find child MC cute like a doll or they would remind her a bit of herself when she was welcomed by Azul and Domnra a long time ago, barely able to speak, with disheveled hair, deadpan eyes and mouth dripping with blood. Furthermore, Demya would instinctively understand what child MC would try to mean even if they don't communicate much, having personally experienced a non-verbal phase for a period of her life. Demya would also believe that child MC's staring is equivalent to studying a prey before attacking, a little like an animal, behavior that makes sense to her, even if Demya is more impulsive. If child MC would like to, Demya could teach them how to run on all fours or train them to be flexible, which for her would be pretty fun, in fact it would be hilarious to see people like Mammon or Levi terrified running away from child MC who chases them like a spider-

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has a fairly gothic/emo look so to speak, so although in terms of style it might seem at odds with child MC, he would appreciate the horror air that surrounds them, even if it would take him a while to get used to child MC's intense staring, which would sometimes make him uncomfortable. Domnra would have no problem understanding child MC's quiet way of communicating, used to Mobim expressing itself solely with gestures and squeaks, sometimes the three of them could even not speak at all and simply enjoy time together listening to some music or perhaps with some workouts, but very light things, like Domnra doing push-ups with Child MC and Mobim on his back. Furthermore, Domnra is still friends with Azul and Demya, which makes him automatically a dumbass, so in a rare playful mood, Domnra might find funny letting MC walk around with Mobim in their arms like a teddy bear, only to scare other people as soon as they realize the little curse moves and is alive. Speaking of which, Mobim would love to cuddle with child MC, not finding them creepy and it would play with their toys

AZUL

Azul floats around, walks through walls and some of his acquaintances are literally ghosts, plus he raised Demya when she was in her most uncivilized and feral state, so the silence wouldn't be a problem (he talks enough for both-) and child MC could never result disturbing for Azul, in fact since their clothing styles are similar, it could seem that they're trying to match or they could be really mistaken for a father with his child, which Azul wouldn't mind at all, he would find the opportunity to show off their family photos that he has in his wallet. Azul and child MC would go on little trips to haunted houses, he would also make their toys dance or float, and paint Victorian-style portraits of the two of them together. Would Azul make the pictures move to scare those who come to visit for shits and giggles? Obviously-

ZURI

Zuri would immediately notice child MC's peculiar behavior and that most would find it creepy, especially due to the intense staring and silence, however as long as child MC is healthy and happy, Zuri would pay no mind to it, she would also provide a plausible explanation to impertinent questions regarding MC's behavior. Zuri would be able to appreciate child MC's style and would contribute to the buying or weaving of clothes of their taste, then walking together through the streets of Devildom like two fashion icons. Zuri is the type to spoil child MC with gifts and trinkets, without exaggerating of course, but she would also make sure to decorate child MC's room to their liking. Moreover, Zuri would buy a notebook for child MC with which to communicate through writing or drawing

ODON

Odon involuntarily terrifies almost everyone they meet and their wide smile has often creeped out those around them. Odon has also been compared to the boogeyman several times and their past precedes them, instilling fear in beings who remember them, even though they have changed for the better, therefore a disturbing child MC would not even appear as such to Odon, on the contrary they would simply be surprised by the fact that child MC wants to spend time with them and that they aren't afraid, in a certain sense Odon could understand being judged for their own ways of acting. Odon likes to observe people as well, so them and child MC would share such hobby, spending time together. Odon's eye-like creatures would act as little bodyguards, understanding what child MC needs even before they attempt to communicate. Also Odon's style seems similar to dark cottagore, but they don't have a clear opinion on styles, whatever child MC likes is fine

REMIEL

Remiel, as an angel of death with little experience with the world of the living, has no idea what according to human custom is normal or not for a child and is hardly impressed by what people would deem scary, in general she's still slowly learning feelings and how to experience or show them, so she would treat child MC as she would any other child. Child MC's habit of staring at people would be fine for Remiel, because she also likes to learn how the world works and to do so sometimes you have to limit yourself to observing. Not gonna lie, a creepy child MC with Remiel, who looks as a corpse-like angel of death, would be disturbing to almost anyone, a real shame since both Remiel and child MC are innocent precious treasures. Despite her somber and gloomy nature, Remiel is very empathetic, although blunt, therefore she would understand when child MC tries to communicate. Remiel and child MC could occasionally be seen together wandering around libraries or graveyards to check if there are lost souls to help

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel in some ways wouldn't be too different from this version of child MC, both being taciturn and seemingly stoic enough to give off creepy vibes. Nathaniel would have boundless patience with child MC when they try to express themselves in words and if someone dared to interrupt them in the process, Nathaniel would politely but firmly remind that child MC was talking and would let them continue with some soft encouragement and reassurance. Nathaniel would probably teach child MC his way of communicating through gestures and nods, going so far as to understand each other even with just a glance, making others wonder if they are actually having a conversation telepathically. Nathaniel would also find child MC's style curious, almost reminding him of how some young angels dress

URIEL

The warrior angel would have no idea whether child MC's behavior is normal by human standards or what is typically creepy, however the question she would ask herself most frequently would be why child MC bothered to become attached to her, someone who doesn't have a very understanding attitude, but Uriel would be able to live with the idea with time. Uriel wouldn't care if child MC stares at her or other people, she doesn't know that it's usually rude and she honestly thinks it's just child MC's way of admiring those they deem worthy of esteem and their way of dressing would remind Uriel of the concept of purity, which she would approve of. Uriel might seem harsh sometimes as she would try to push child MC to speak more often, since she wouldn't know how to interpret all their actions, however if she notices that child MC risks withdrawing even more, then Uriel would swallow her pride and make an effort, taking advantage of her years of experience with Nathaniel to communicate better. It would also be quite funny to see Uriel believe that child MC's teddy bear is a strange unpractical soft shield at first and give them a wooden toy sword after, because it's unsafe to go unarmed

[harmonysanreads]

Vampire! Alhaitham casually dropping the most ardent, most passionate compliments and pickup lines in all of Teyvat's history in ancient languages but in written form. He leaves notes around the house and instead of throwing them away, darling just collects them because the calligraphy and writing is nice.

Fast forward to the time where darling is comfortable enough to ask him what those notes mean and he just short-circuits. You've been collecting them???? Since when??? He always assumed you threw them out. Oh dear. Who's going to help him translate all of them without losing his composure?

Oh Zuri, that's just perfect.

Even the most comedic literary collection Alhaitham could manage to procure for your entertainment, would fail to invoke even half of the feelings you feel bubbling inside at the mere sight of the vampire's stunned stature. His eyes are unblinkingly fixated on the stack of parchment you'd placed amongst the piles of books and files on his desk — his bewilderment accentuate further at the height of the bundle, to which his books cower. You can practically hear his thoughts running miles per second, an unconscious gulp and you're more intrigued than before about the mystery of these notes.

“Ah, there's five more of these stacks in my room, actually. If you want, I can bring them here, too?”

You tilt your head to get a better look of the vampire's face and almost burst out laughing as his breath hitches in disbelief. His lips part to speak but nothing leaves, after a bit of struggle he groans, running a hand through his hair.

“Why... did you keep them?” the question is not accusatory, his voice is barely above a whisper as though raising an octave might shatter something important. His hand remains entangled in his hair, eyes narrowed at a particular piece of writing and — is your eyesight growing weak or are those flickers of embarrassment you see in them?

You shrug, “I recognized them to be your handwriting and I found them aesthetically pleasing, so I decided to collect them. Even though they make no sense.. oh! Also because I thought they could be important to you.”

Alhaitham sighs in relief inside, that's so... you. But he soon finds it stolen away as you come to his side with a skip in your steps, holding onto his arm to get his attention.

“Did you know, I went through all the books in your library to try translating the texts! ..But most of the time, the streams of consciousness are so complex I can barely grasp a word. Why do you have to write so... complicatedly?”

Alhaitham feels a throb inside his ribcage as your lips purse together, your hold tightening around his bicep to express your distress and it takes everything in him to not squeeze your cheeks. He lets out a real sigh this time, well at least, you don't know what those writings mean ; the stretch of an amused smile beginning to materialize.

“So, will you end my agony and tell me what they mean now? Please?”

The pout on your lips is replaced with a sudden determined look, you're serious about this, huh. The red tint in his eyes flashes a little, Alhaitham gently removes your hand from his arm and takes yours in his clasp instead. One small tug and you've tumbled to his lap.

“How about... I show you instead?”

[tf2shit]

Ive been reading so many fanfics w the blu team involved, and they’re always stated as diff people yet the look identical, so now tryna make a new BLU team to imagine alongside the silly 9 men we all know and love.

ive got some notes written down but ive hit a loss on Scout n Spy, anyone caught any cool takes on em they wanna share?

Scout - Rebecca : 28 : 🇮🇹

Soldier - Mary-Elizabeth Adams : 45 : 🇨🇦

Just as war crazy as her counterpart, she has set out to honour her country and make up for their losses, she believes in killing with nothing but tough-love, kindness and honesty, something her idiot counterpart could never hope to do. For outsiders, she sure seems like a standup gal, sweet as honey, however her teammates are painfully aware, that no matter how happy she seems, deep down, all she feels is immense rage, and she will find a way to express it, ‘kindly’.

Pyro - ? : ? : ?

Silent as ever, BLU’s pyromaniac is not as childish as RED’s, being a known criminal for several fire related crimes, including slaughtering an entire firehouse. However they seem to have a very real fear of water.

Demoman - Bonnie Wells : 62 : 🇨🇦

Tired, cranky, and violent, this old lady only agreed to the job to pay for her retirement, though, don’t get her wrong, she definitely enjoys killing unsuspecting men, but she’s done it so many times, at this point, she’d rather be asleep. She’s always looking to insult anyone she can.

Heavy - Zuri : 51 : 🇯🇲

A bubbly, talkative old woman, always having something to say about someone in her own colourful way. She’s quite sweet when need be, but honestly, she’d rather beat everyone’s head in and call it a day.

Engineer - Hiroyi Nakano : 47 : 🇯🇵

An engineering prodigy, her father being CEO of a newer engineering company, she’s not only got a wealthy background in money, but also engineering knowledge. She puts the conagher name to shame, making the two engineers obvious rivals. She is kind, humble, and energetic, smart enough to know her job is below others’ work, however, that does not negate her immense intelligence, something she is well aware of. She’s just kind enough to keep that side of her hidden, unless that ugly spy rears his head around her…

Medic - Carol : 35 : 🇺🇸 

An arrogant, stuck up, know it all of a field medic. Despite the kind persona, BLU medic cares very little about the condition of her patients or teammates. Coming from a rich family, medic acquired any medical talents and/or official documentation from her parents, who spoil her rotten she’s quite used to getting near everything she wants, and you better believe, she still does.

Sniper - Theoris : 36 : 🇪🇬

Speaking very little english, BLU Sniper usually keeps to herself, to focus on her weird taxidermy and beloved weapons. One with the wilderness, she sees her job as hunting wild animals, and thus, she treats them as such. Keeps her distance, and is cautious when approached by either the other team or her own. The only one that appears human to her is the old demoman, making them quite the pair.

Spy - ? : 57? : 🇪🇸

yes they are all women, fight me.

[itsmistyeyedbi]

pulse

Pairing: F!Detective/Farah Hauville

Word Count: 1,7k

Tag: @happyhauvillebday

Prompt: Fangs (it's late, I know)

Warnings: This is just smut lol. Very nsft, so minors dni!

Summary: Farah has a lot to give and gets a little too caught up in how much Zuri enjoys that.

Farah always finds herself a little stunned when she has Zuri like this. It doesn't matter how often she does - and it's pretty often if she does say so herself. The sight of her underneath her is and always will be beautiful.

Zuri’s headwrap has come undone, her hair covering her pillow like clouds do the sky. She's a writhing, moaning mess against the sheets, dark brown skin glistening with sweat, chest heaving with every breath. She can feel her fingers digging into her back, the hand around her bicep tightening its grip as her hips follow the steady pace of Farah’s fingers.

She watches all of it the way she asked her to, even though she didn't need to. She didn't want to look at anything or anyone but her. She looked for her when she wasn't around and couldn't tear her eyes off her when she was. And she definitely isn't going to miss a second of this. Not when she's teetering on the edge again, trembling and barely coherent.

Farah leans down until her forehead almost touches hers, biting her lip as her bare chest brushes against her and her breath fans her face. “You're so beautiful like this.”

Zuri’s heart skips a beat before continuing its loud and frantic pace. Her lips curl into a small smile, eyes shifting away before meeting hers again, pupils blown. She still gets shy when she says that.

“Do you wanna come for me now?”

She clenches around her fingers with a whine and a nod. The reaction sends a shiver of heat down her spine and coaxes a moan out of her. She loves the way her body responds to her, how desperate she gets when she's close, how much she wants her and everything she wants to give her. It feels so real, the most real thing she's ever had with someone. It makes her want to give her the world, or something more than that. Something as meaningful as they are.

So she kisses her like she can. Like she will. Like everything inside her can be shared in a kiss, hungry and heated, intense. She sucks on her bottom lip and swallows her moans, rolling her tongue against hers and groaning at the lingering taste of herself in her mouth. Something about it makes her heart stutter and make the air around them feel like a cool touch against her skin.

She pulls away to look at her face as she speeds up her motions, the pad of her thumb gently rubbing against her clit. A long moan leaves Zuri’s lips, held tight in her throat as her hips grind into her hand, her body wound up tight as she chases the feeling. Farah doesn't know where to look now. She doesn't think she's even breathing. Her mind is foggy, jaw slack as she takes her in, enthralled.

She's… everywhere. Soft skin and flexing muscles, shaking legs on either side of her, heels pressing into her back, so fucking wet on her fingers. The slick sound of her mingling with panting, with her broken moans and half spoken words (she could listen to her forever, her voice is one of her favourite songs). With the pounding of her heart. The air is tinged with the scent of her, of sweat and citrus perfume, of ecstasy and the faint, sweet scent of her blood….

She needs to taste her, needs to have her mouth on her. But she doesn't want to risk muffling the sounds she making. Farah looks at her face, her furrowed brows and parted lips, and the sight stirs something inside her. She can't. She needs-

She bends down and presses her face against her neck. She can see her pulse fluttering underneath her skin, the blood running through her veins a constant thrum that sings out to her. Her nose follows the curve of it as she inhales her scent. It's sweet and sends every part of her into a flurry, just like Zuri does.

Farah's thumb is firmer now, drawing tight circles against her clit. Her voice rasps as she speaks. A voice in the back of her head tells her that that's out of character for her, but it's drowned out by the woman in front of her and how badly she wants to make her come.

“Come on, babe, come for me,” she drags her lips along her skin and that thrumming. “I've got you, you know I do. Show me how much you like what I do to you.”

“Oh God, I- fuck, Farah-”

The words are quiet, rushed and stammered out before they're lost in the cries she let's out. Her hips buck into her hand, her body arches against hers, her head tilts back and she's baring her throat for her. Farah lets out a shaky breath before running her tongue along that pulse, shuddering at the feel of it and moaning. It's so much. She's everywhere and she still can't get enough of her. She doesn't think she's wanted to be this close to someone - so close that she wants her inside her, to feel her run through her veins.

It takes a couple moments for her brain to catch up to that thought. A moment where raspy giggles leave Zuri's lips while her body twitches from aftershocks. A moment where she sinks into the bed with a sigh. A moment where her face stays buried in her neck. A moment where her fangs graze it, and they both pause. And the little voice in the back of her neck isn't so little anymore, it's screaming.

Holy shit. She just- shit.

She didn't mean to do that. She's never done that. Why didn't she notice sooner!?

Farah lurches backwards to look at Zuri’s face. She's still catching her breath, still looks sluggish. She isn't panicking but she isn't as relaxed and content as she usually is after sex. Zuri looks up at her with slightly widened eyes and a raised brow that would be subtle to anyone but her.

Okay, she's not scared or freaked out. That's good. But she's confused and probably wants some kind of explanation for that. Farah just…doesn't know what to say. She can't even explain it to herself right now.

“Is it just me, or was this a lot more… intense than usual?” She laughs nervously.

There's one or two agonising seconds of silence before she responds. “Yeah. Yeah it was.”

She can hear that tone in her voice, the one she uses when she knows something and she wants you to know that she does. Only she can make it both annoying and endearing. It's not that Farah doesn't want her to know, she just can't find the words for what just happened.

“I'm sorry, I don't know-” she sighs and shakes her head. “I mean, I noticed what was happening but… I also, didn't? I always feel so much with you, I guess it makes it me take longer to notice when it feels…different.”

Zuri does something Farah doesn't expect. She smiles. Her heart skips a beat and her lips slowly curl into a lopsided smile that eases the tension. “It's okay, don't worry about it. Also, I kinda like the sound of that.”

They laugh softly before falling quiet. Zuri’s eyes fall down to her mouth and Farah swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, then across her teeth. Her fangs are still out.

Zuri reaches up to cup her face, stroking her cheek with her thumb and pressing it against the corner of her mouth, the spot her fang is hiding behind. “I don't think those were there before,” she murmurs.

“They weren't, you just happen to bring them out of me,” she grins, then it slowly melts off her face. She watches for any changes in her facial expressions and body, any signs of fear. And still, nothing. Her heartbeat is steady. But she has to be sure. “You know I'd never hurt you, right?”

“I know, I trust you,” she answers without hesitation and it makes her giddy.

She trusts her. That's what she was hoping to hear, and she hopes she can keep that trust. She won't do anything that would ever make her question it.

Farah smiles, turning her head to kiss her thumb before shifting to lay down next to her. She wraps her arms around her, legs tangling with each others, giggling as she gently rubs the tip of her nose against hers before settling under the covers. They talk in whispers until Zuri’s eyes start to droop and her words come out slower. She looks like she's seconds away from sleep as she nuzzles into the crook of her neck, but she manages to murmur out a question.

“Did you want to?”

“Did I want to what?”

“Bite me?” Zuri shifts a bit, her eyelashes tickling Farah's skin with every slow blink. “Would you? If I asked you to?”

Farah pauses, using a hand to push back her hair enough to see more of her, even though it's useless when her face is still hidden in her neck.

She remembers some of the vampires in the Echo World and how intimate drinking from someone was, despite how normal it was for supernaturals to drink blood. It was something only lovers ever did. Not just lovers, soulmates. People who chose to be with each other for eternity. It was so rare that she never even considered it and when she got to this world, well. Most people didn't know vampires existed. Those who did were afraid of them.

But now she has that. She has someone who chose her, someone amazing and beautiful and smart who has never been afraid of her. Even though she has more reason to be than anyone she's met. Zuri’s been through so much with supernaturals and a vampire is responsible for that. Proof of that is still rushing through her, that thrumming still tugging at her thoughts for attention. She doesn't know if it would be as simple as two vampires in the Echo World who are madly in love with each other.

But would she? If she asked her to? Would she say no?

That's not even a question. Not really. Farah knows she could never say no to Zuri. She wouldn't want to. And if she would trust her that much, she'd want to show her that she was right to.

Farah strokes Zuri’s back absentmindedly and kisses the top of her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally answers, “I would do anything you asked, babe. Just say the word.”

[pizacat72]

what are your thoughts on tlk1, tlk2 and tlg? how much do you like each of them?

ooh good question!!! lemme see here. putting this under a keep reading bc it long

TLK is definitely far and away the best out of all of em. God the visuals!!! Each shot is a definite masterpiece. Each scene vitally important to the film as a whole. The best scenes in the movie imo are Mufasa and Simba roughhousing and Mufasa's ghost speaking to Simba. Each emotional beat in those scenes just hits me in the feels every fucking time. Oh, and the music. It's simply impossible to discuss TLK without the music! Each song number is catchy and fun. The Circle of Life sets my soul on fire every fucking time. I Just Can't Wait to Be King and Hakuna Matata are my fucking anthems. Can You Feel the Love Tonight is sweet and romantic, with the funny bits with Timon and Pumbaa being the cherry on top. Even tho Be Prepared is my least favorite song in the movie, that doesn't mean it's a bad song. It's only my least favorite bc I don't resonate with it as much but it's still one hell of a banger. Also this movie arguably has the most recognizable leitmotifs ever. Mufasa's leitmotif is grand, majestic, and tragic when he dies. Simba's leitmotif is hope filled, inspiring, and awesome, especially at the end of the movie. The musical score is amazing. We Are All Connected, Kings of the Past, and The Rightful King are easily my top 3 movie score pieces of all time. I just. There's so much to unpack and I just aaaaaaaa it's my very favorite movie of all time!!!

While TLK2 obviously isn't at quite the same level, it's still a worthy sequel in its own right. The animation is still pretty good, the characters are fairly solid and the music is still mostly catchy as hell (that said, Upendi is definitely the cheesiest song in the whole movie and I definitely could do without it). I think Adult Simba's characterization is the strongest without a doubt here. Matthew Broderick's enraged shout of "Exile!" gets me every time. He's still wrestling with being like his father. Oh and Kiara is arguably my favorite TLK female character of all time and is probably my second favorite TLK character next to Cub Simba. Her compassion and wisdom really draw parallels with that of her grandfather and I headcanon that she sort of felt his presence guiding her as she fell in love with Kovu. Oh, He Lives in You and We Are One are my favorite songs of the movie. There's a spirituality to them that I really can't ignore (i'm a bit reluctant to go into my spiritual beliefs on tumblr bc of religious trauma and also i think i'll probably get lambasted haha).

TLG is a mixed bag for me. The chemistry between the characters in the first two seasons was pretty solid. The music is excellent as always, Zuka Zama being my favorite. The antagonists were pretty awesome too, especially Reirei. God, I love her. I also really appreciate that this show doesn't forget about its side characters and most of them make at least two appearences in the show, which I do appreciate. I also liked the little parallel shot references to TLK (in a youtube video seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3s0EYqMIR58&t=13s). However, Simba's characterization here really bugged me. Especially in the Savannah Summit episode where he basically tells Kion that he ruined it. He feels more like Kion's boss than his father. While I am able to headcanon that as him throwing himself into his royal duties to protect his family, I do wish he had at least a slight bit of chill. I also was bugged about Kiara wanting to be queen, which kind of skewed her desire to not be queen in TLK2 but honestly, I kind of chalk that up to writers forgetting her previous characterization briefly. Oh and ZURI. I fucking hate Zuri. Whose fucking idea was it to give a lion cub eyeshadow? She's irritating, unbearable, and simply unlikeable. I used to hate Tiifu but The Underground Adventure redeemed her in my eyes so she's cool with me now. Also, not a huge fan of Kion talking to Mufasa so easily. I just think it kind of ruins the whole mystique and majesty about the Lions of the Past. Season 3 was also pretty rough but I think I've complained about TLG too much already so I'll stop for now.

(gonna make a separate post about TLK 1.5 bc that movie is probably the best TLK sequel imo but yeah haha)

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

contemplating cutting my bangs rn. at home. alone. for the plot.

[emjayewrites]

all mine (in between the lines epilogue) • jules kounde

SYNOPSIS: At Zuri’s engagement party, Senait meets her best friend’s fiancé, Aurélien, and his friend, Jules. A spontaneous hookup with Jules sparks undeniable chemistry, but when Senait ghosts him afterward, she finds herself wrestling with her insecurities as the casual fling begins shifting into something deeper.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x Senait Kiros (@/subanbrn)

WARNINGS: football b.s., cursing, smut, drama, mentions of cheating/past relationships, dominant!jules, instant attraction/fast development. MINORS DNI (18+)

TAGLIST: @trenterprise @f1-football-fiend @lettersofgold @hopefulromantic1 @deonn-jaelle @vile-harlot @perfecttrashface @queenshikongo3 @2serenity0 @saturnville @sinflowersugar @hotfudgeslug @muglermami @serpenttines-library @sucredreamer @julescpu @greyishbach @shelovesfootie @certifiedlesbianbaddie @trinitoldyouso @greedyjudge2 @peyiswriting @127hydrangeas @rosiesdior @whoevenisthiz

A/N: This story is finito! Thanks again for all of the love/support for my football baes series! Gif by @doinggreat

one month later.....

Senait watched the French countryside blur past their van window, still jet-lagged from her NYC trip. The visit home had been productive – boxing up most of her Bushwick apartment, moving things to her parents' house. The decision to leave New York hadn't been as hard as she'd expected. Barcelona had become her new home, complete with friends, a thriving business, and Jules.

The meeting at the Spanish embassy had been encouraging. The visa process would be complex but doable – she'd need to prove financial stability (her business was helping there), show ties to the community, and complete the necessary paperwork. Spring 2025 felt like a reasonable timeline, especially with her subletter already lined up through April.

"I still can't believe you're really moving to Spain," Zuri said, squeezing her hand. The three girls had claimed the back row of the luxury van, leaving their men to occupy the middle seats.

"Neither can I," Senait admitted. "But it feels right."

"Speaking of right," Lila wiggled her eyebrows, "let's talk about how Jules calls you chérie."

"Oh my God, stop—"

"No, no," Zuri jumped in, grinning. "We need to discuss this. The way you melt every time he speaks French."

"Like you're any better with Aurélien," Senait shot back. "Miss 'oh daddy' in two languages."

"At least the French make it extra sexy," Zuri defended.

"Excuse me," Lila protested, "try teaching an Englishman to sound sexy. Though trust me, Daddy works just fine."

"Unless you want to get fucked in this van, Li," Jude turned around, smirking, "I think you should cut it out."

Lila's face flushed as red as possible, while the others erupted in laughter.

"Look who's quiet now," Senait teased.

"Leave her alone," Zuri said, though she was still laughing. "Not her fault Jude's got her trained."

"Big Daddy Bellingham," joked Senait in a low voice that was somehow still heard by the guys.

"And you better not forget it," Jude chimed in with a wink and it made the whole van erupt into another fit of guffaws.

"I hate all of you," Lila muttered, but she was smiling.

The lodge appeared through the snow – a massive wooden structure with huge windows and multiple balconies.

"Proper winter wonderland," Jules commented as they unloaded their bags.

Even knowing Jude and Lila could only stay until Christmas Eve – family obligations in Bergen calling – the mood was festive. The couples claimed their rooms, unpacked, then reconvened in the main living area where a fire already blazed.

"To friends," Aurélien raised his glass of wine. "And to being together."

"To being together," they echoed.

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Senait stood on the lodge‘s porch, wrapped in one of Jules' sweaters (stolen, of course), watching snowflakes dust the fairy-light draped chalets of Megève as she thought about last therapy session before the trip, which had been particularly enlightening.

"You're not running anymore," Dr. Obazi had observed. "You're moving forward. There's a difference."

The difference was currently in the kitchen with Jude, both of them playfully judging Lila's hot chocolate methodology. Jules caught Senait's eye through the window, throwing her a wink that still made her stomach flip, even after all these months.

"Senait," Zuri's voice broke through her thoughts, appearing beside her with two steaming mugs. "You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"That soft smile you get when you look at Jules." Zuri handed her a mug. "You know, the one you swore you'd never have?"

Senait accepted the cocoa, breathing in the sweet aroma. "Therapy's helping," she admitted. "Making me see things differently."

"Like?"

"Like maybe being scared of something good is worse than risking getting hurt." She took a sip, the warmth spreading through her chest. "And maybe Jules is worth the risk."

Zuri's smile was knowing. "Finally figured that out, huh?"

Inside, laughter erupted from the kitchen. Jude had lifted Lila away from the stove, declaring her marshmallow-to-cocoa ratio "criminally sweet." Jules was recording the whole thing, Lila protesting in between giggles, and Aurélien continuing to instigate the entire ordeal.

"They're good people," Senait said softly. "Your friends."

"Our friends now," Zuri corrected. "That's what happens when you stop fighting the good things, Sen."

Later, on the slopes, Senait felt that truth in her bones. She and Jules moved in sync on their snowboards, their bodies finding that natural rhythm they'd always had. But now it felt different – less like running away from intimacy and more like running toward it.

"Show off," she called as Jules executed a perfect jump.

His grin was wicked. "Want me to teach you?"

"Want me to end up in the emergency room?"

"I'd catch you."

The simple certainty in his voice made her heart stutter. Because he would – had been catching her, in fact, since that first night at Zuri's engagement party. She'd just been too scared to let herself fall.

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The next evening, after saying their goodbyes to Jude and Lila, Senait curled up by the lodge's fireplace and watched her friends. Zuri and Aurélien shared a blanket and whispered jokes as they played a card game. Jules sat beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth but not so close as to pressure. Always giving her space to choose.

"I have another therapy session scheduled for when we get back," she said quietly.

"Good." His hand found hers under the blanket they shared. "Proud of you."

"Jules?"

"Mm?"

"I think… I think I'm ready. To make this official."

He turned to look at her fully, his expression serious. "You sure?"

Senait thought about Dr. Obazi's words about moving forward versus running. About how Jules had become home without her even noticing. About how being scared of happiness was worse than being scared of pain.

"Yeah," she said, squeezing his hand. "I'm sure."

His smile was slow, beautiful. "About time, chérie."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

So she did, kissing him right there in front of their friends. Zuri's whoop of celebration made her laugh against Jules' lips.

"Finally!" Aurélien called out, abandoning their card game. "Does this mean we can stop pretending like we don't know you practically live together?"

Senait felt her cheeks heat, but Jules just pulled her closer. "Means whatever she wants it to mean," he said simply.

And that was it, really. The beauty of them – how Jules let her set the pace while making sure she knew he wasn't going anywhere. How he'd waited while she worked through her fears in therapy, supported her growing business, given her space to choose him properly.

The Alpine night wrapped around them like a blanket, fairy lights twinkling against fresh snow. Senait curled into Jules' side, feeling the solid warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart, and was finally at peace with everything in her life.

This was what choosing happiness felt like. What moving forward felt like.

THE END......

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY FOOTBALL BAES SERIES AND HERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR SENAIT & JULES......

June 2030

Senait couldn’t help but marvel at how far life had taken her, from bustling streets of New York to the enchanting city of Barcelona. When she left New York officially in 2025 to be with Jules, she had no idea how seamlessly her life would transform alongside his. Those first three beautiful years together were filled with long, sun-kissed vacations to bucket list destinations, late-night drives along the Mediterranean coast, and spontaneous adventures as a couple. Jules had showered her with love in every corner of the world, and she’d fallen for him over and over again. Then, one balmy summer evening, he’d gotten down on one knee and proposed, making the life they’d built together official.

In those years, Senait’s career blossomed into something she was truly proud of. Her lifestyle brand had taken off, focusing on manifestation journals, productivity planners, and sleek, minimalistic calendars designed to keep life inspiring and organized. It wasn’t a multimillion-dollar empire—at least, not yet—but her profits had been steadily growing, and her work was loved by an ever-expanding community of motivated women. Venturing further into her passion for design, she had opened a small floral shop in Barcelona. Designing arrangements brought her a unique kind of peace, a creative outlet that felt like love in bloom.

Jules had been thriving, too. His football career soared to new heights: winning two Champions League with FC Barcelona and even lifting both a Euros win and World Cup with the French national team. The two of them had created a life bursting with love and dreams realized, and now they were eagerly awaiting the newest chapter—becoming parents.

Today, though, they were in Tuscany, celebrating Jude and Lila's wedding. But first, they had a mission in Florence.

"Chérie, we've been to six different shops," Jules said patiently, watching his pregnant wife peer into yet another chocolate boutique window.

"It has to be the right one," Senait insisted. "The one with the gold wrapper and the hazelnut filling. Remember? We found it that time we came for your Champions League match."

Jules wrapped an arm around her expanding waist. "That was two years ago, love."

"But it was perfect." Her voice wavered dangerously. "And the baby wants it."

"The baby, huh?"

"Don't tease me when I'm emotional."

Three more shops yielded nothing but frustration. By the time they reached the wedding venue, Senait was fighting back tears.

"Hey, Jules and Senait are here," she heard Aurélien call out.

Zuri appeared immediately, taking in Senait's flushed face and teary eyes. "What happened?"

Senait sniffled, one hand resting on her five-month bump. "I wanted a chocolate bar from that shop we loved in Florence, but they're out. And it's not available anywhere else in Italy!"

"Oh honey," Zuri pulled her into a hug, careful of her bump. "Pregnancy cravings are the worst."

"It's not just cravings," Senait hiccupped. "I wanted to share it with the baby. Tell them about our first trip to Florence, how their papa scored the winning goal that night."

Zuri bit back a laugh, exchanging a knowing look with Aurélien. Pregnancy hormones were no joke. "Hey, they've got some amazing snacks in Lila's room," she said, wrapping her arm around Senait. "Go on, I promise it'll make you feel better."

Senait nodded, allowing herself to be comforted, and made her way to Lila's room, leaving Jules and Aurélien to talk. The men shared a chuckle, with Jules shaking his head in disbelief. "Pregnancy, man. Never a dull moment."

As Senait walked down the hallways, she couldn't help but remember her own wedding. Now here she was, five months pregnant, crying over chocolate.

"There's my favorite pregnant lady!" Lila appeared in a silk robe, her hair in rollers.

Senait laughed. "You're beautiful!"

"So are you. Even with those tears. What happened?"

"I don't want to go there," Senait sighed dramatically, but she was smiling now. The baby fluttered – their newest trick. She placed a hand on her bump, still amazed by how natural this felt. How right.

"Come here, you emotional mess," Lila pulled Senait onto the sofa, where an impressive spread of snacks covered the coffee table. "I had them bring up everything – sweet, salty, spicy."

"You're an angel," Senait grabbed a chocolate-covered strawberry. Not the same as her Florence chocolate, but it would do. "This baby needed some chocolate."

"Speaking of babies," Lila said as she was helped into her gown, "have you two started thinking about names yet?"

Senait smiled, remembering Jules' late-night conversations with her bump. "Jules likes Feven for a girl. It means 'bright' in Tigrinya."

"And for a boy?"

"Théo. After his grandfather."

Lila nodded approvingly while the bridal stylist buttoned the back of the dress. "That's great. Some men have awful taste in names."

Just then, Zuri made her way into the room and smiled brightly at both of her friends. The baby moved again, more pronounced this time. Senait had noticed they were most active during these moments of laughter and joy, as if already wanting to be part of the fun.

"Sometimes I still can't believe this is my life," she admitted softly from the couch. "Barcelona, Jules, the baby... if you'd told me six years ago this is where I'd end up..."

"You'd have run screaming in the opposite direction?" Lila supplied.

"Probably."

"And now look at you," Zuri squeezed her hand. "Living your dream life with your dream man, growing your dream baby."

The tears threatened again. "Stop, I just fixed my makeup."

"Blame the hormones," Lila suggested cheerfully.

A knock at the door interrupted their laughter. Jules poked his head in, his expression softening when he saw Senait surrounded by snacks and friends.

"Better?" he asked.

Senait nodded, holding out her hand. He crossed the room to take it, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Guess what?" he murmured against her hair. "Aurélien made some calls. That chocolate shop? They're sending a box directly to Barcelona. Should be there when we get home."

Fresh tears spilled. "I love you."

"Je t'aime aussi, mon coeur." His hand found her bump. "Both of you."

"And on that disgustingly sweet note," Lila announced, "I need to finish getting ready. I have a wedding to star in."

The bridal stylist jumped in at that moment and helped Lila with her veil.

When she was done, Senait watched as Zuri placed a gentle hand on Lila's shoulder. "You look so perfect," she whispered.

Lila smiled, her eyes glistening. "Thanks, Zu. I just can't believe this is finally happening."

Zuri smiled, her hand resting protectively over her own bump. "Believe it, girl. This is your moment."

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The reception was nothing short of magical: fairy lights draped over ancient olive trees, long tables adorned with white roses and silk drapery, and soft music that danced on the breeze. Senait felt warm and content, holding little Eti, who had been passed to her while Zuri and Aurélien took on their wedding party duties.

Later, Senait swayed gently with Jules as they danced under the canopy of stars, surrounded by laughter and clinking glasses. The DJ shifted the song, and suddenly Hey There Delilah started playing. Jules grinned, his eyes bright with mischief, and the two of them began singing along jokingly with the rest of the guests, trying to outdo each other with exaggerated gestures.

After dancing until her feet hurt, Senait noticed a young man she recognized as Jude’s brother, Jobe, standing off to the side, deep in conversation with a stunning young woman somewhat familiar. She nudged Zuri, who had just returned from mingling. "Who’s that?" she asked, nodding toward the pair.

Zuri followed her gaze and let out a little laugh. "That’s Justine, you remember, Jobe’s ex from Birmingham. Lila invited her, of course."

"That's her?" Senait said, eyes alight with curiosity. "Spill the tea."

Zuri smirked. "Well, you know they broke up a few years ago, and Justine moved to the States to go to grad school and teach for a while?" Senait nodded her head vehemently and her friend continued. "So now she’s back in the UK, and Lila is playing matchmaker, hoping they rekindle things."

Senait's smile grew. "I kind of like that idea."

Before she could comment further, Jules came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, his lips brushing against her ear. He whispered something filthy, making her cheeks flush furiously. Senait swatted his arm, laughing. "You have to wait. We’re not doing that here."

Jules sucked his teeth in mock disappointment, then turned to Zuri with a grin. "Sorry, I’m stealing my wife now."

Zuri rolled her eyes with a chuckle, "Go on, then. Just don’t keep her too long."

Jules didn’t hesitate, pulling Senait away from the lively crowd to a quieter corner of the reception. He pressed her gently against the wall, cupping her face and kissing her deeply, passion igniting between them once again. When they finally broke apart, Senait laughed, breathless.

"Ugh, I hate you," she said jokingly, her voice husky.

Jules brushed a lock of hair from her face, his gaze softening. "I love you too," he replied simply, and then he kissed her again, both of them lost in the moment, savoring every heartbeat and memory shared between them.

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four months later…

The Barcelona hospital room was filled with anticipation and the soft beeping of monitors. After twelve hours of labor, Senait was finally ready to push. Jules hadn't left her side once, letting her squeeze his hand through each contraction, whispering encouragement in French and English.

"You're doing amazing, chérie," he murmured, wiping sweat from her forehead.

Her mother, Askalu, stood on her other side, while her father, John, paced the waiting room. Sophie, Jules' mother, had been in and out, her limited English made up for by her expressive face and comforting presence.

When Feven Sidonie Koundé finally entered the world at 3:47 AM, her powerful cry filled the room. Jules' eyes welled up as the doctors placed their daughter on Senait's chest.

"Elle est parfaite," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Perfect like her mama."

The next few hours passed in a blur of skin-to-skin contact, first measurements, and proud grandparents meeting their granddaughter. Askalu and John couldn't stop crying as they held Feven, marveling at her tiny features.

"She looks just like you did," Askalu told Senait, gently touching Feven's full head of curly hair.

Sophie was equally emotional, her broken English mixed with rapid French as she cooed over her granddaughter. "Ma belle petite-fille," she kept saying, tears streaming down her face.

The nurse brought in Senait's first 'push present' – a large tray of sushi she'd been craving throughout her pregnancy. Her mother shook her head as Senait did an excited wiggle in the hospital bed.

"You have more presents at home," Jules said, amused by her reaction to raw fish.

"Nothing better than this," Senait declared, already reaching for a piece of salmon nigiri.

Her phone lit up with a FaceTime call from Zuri. On screen, her friend appeared with baby Zulaika in her arms, two-month-old and perfect, while little Eti peeked into frame.

"She's here!" Zuri squealed. "Show me my niece!"

Jules carefully tilted the phone so Zuri could see Feven, now sleeping peacefully in her bassinet.

"Oh my god, she's gorgeous," Zuri gushed. "Our girls are going to be best friends."

"Unless it's El Clásico time," Aurélien's voice came from off-screen. "Then they're enemies."

Jules chuckled, but the sound was cut short by Feven's hungry cry. "Speaking of enemies, time for another feeding."

"Go be a mommy and daddy," Zuri smiled. "Love you all!"

Jules carefully lifted Feven, still amazed by how tiny she was, and brought her to Senait. He helped position the baby, remembering all the steps from their parenting classes.

"Support her head like that," Senait murmured. "There we go."

Watching his wife feed their daughter, Jules felt his heart might burst. He couldn't stop staring at them – his whole world in one hospital bed.

"Can we have another?" he asked suddenly, eyes locked on Senait's.

She rolled her eyes, but her smile was fond. "Give me six months and I'll think about it."

His grin widened as he leaned in to kiss her. "Je t'aime, chérie."

"I love you too," she whispered back. "All of this. Even if your daughter already has your appetite."

Jules laughed softly, careful not to disturb Feven's feeding. Their families would be staying to help – Sophie for two whole months – but right now, in this moment, it was just them. Their little family of three.

Complete. Perfect. Everything they never knew they needed until they found each other.

[bigbysinterposinghand]

random things about my collaborative minecraft setting that you didnt know (and now you do)

- Herobrine exists as a manifestation of hubris, and is a splinter of Steve. He has all of Steve's memories up until the point he splintered off, but is technically a separate person.

- All of the default skins (Alex, Steve, Zuri, etc.) were real people who had an immense impact on the world's history, including some of them having killed god-level entities and others becoming god-level entities.

- One of whom is now The Nameless One. From Minecraft Dungeons. This will come back up later.

- The Wither exists as one half of a whole, the other being The Flourish, who is made from regular sand and regular skulls. This entity is seen as one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was based on a meme.

- The Pink Wither also exists, and it is called The Whimsy. It has no relation to the Wither.

- The Ender Dragon is capable of asexual reproduction, producting a fertile egg upon her death. This hypothetically can happen any time she dies, including if she is resurrected and then killed again.

- The Slider (from the Aether mod) was originally a Command Block that became self sufficient. The Bronze Dungeon in this setting is an eternal labyrinth with architectural elements from all dimensions.

- The Twilight Forest is canon, and there are elves who are from there. In their first language, they are called drow.

- There is more than one dragon. More specifically, there was an entire society of dragons that went into a deep recession after their monarch, Queen Jean, the Ender Dragon, was killed by a human man named Steve.

- Minecraft Story Mode is, on a technical level, canon to this setting through the MCSM portal hall, where one portal can be found that leads to a trial chamber in Craline near the ingame spawn point.

- In the portal hall, there is also a portal leading to the Minecraft Dungeons canon. This adds a loose connection between Craline and MCD- on top of that, there is a small implication that the Nameless One in MCD and the one in Craline are the same person.

- These two characters are the same person (in this multiverse canon specifically)

- Minecraft Legends is also canon to this setting, but in a different way. The setting of Minecraft Legends is compared to the likes of a shared delusion or dream dimension, where it isn't accessible by willful means, only by being drawn in from something from that world. This led to one character in the setting referencing the three entities met in this game; Foresight, Knowledge, and Action.

- There are vampires and vampyrs, which are two different things, and the distinction is very important.

- There is a group in the Twilight Forest called the Koboldian Bureaucratic Campaign, which is attempting to usurp power in the realm.

- Speaking of which, the Twilight Forest is referred to as the Twilight Realm.

- Asterius, a mushroom minotaur (minoshroom if you will), and the Slider were once intimately close.

- You can technically kill god, more than once, but never in a way that matters.

[paisholotus]

Inye

Narrative

Queen Stella arrived with King T'chaka to see his brother N'Jobu. When they get to the door, Stella and T'chaka wait behind while Dora Milaje knocks on the door. Stella looked at T'chaka as he put his helmet on. "Yuh, seen his son? him so cute." Stella gushed. T'chaka scoffed and ignored her. Stella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Muss you be a ass about everything? That is your nephew." 

 

A man opens the door, and the Dora Milaje walk in slowly with their spears. They ask N'Jobu who he is, and he tells them he's the prince by showing his tattoo on his bottom lip. The Milaje hit their spears on the ground three times, letting us know it was okay to enter.

 

They walk into the apartment, and N'Jobu kneels at the sight of us. "My King. Queen Stella, it's a pleasure seeing you again." He says to her: She smiled at him, and T'chaka rolled his eyes and smiled, walking towards his brother.

 

"Leave us." He tells the boy in the corner. N'Jobu tells them that the boy's name is James, and he is very trustworthy to stay. T'chaka and N'Jobu hug, and they talk about how he's been, saying he looks strong. T'chaka then tells his brother that he ran into a problem when this man named Klaue stole a ton of vibranium and bombed the border.

 

T'chaka looked hard at his brother and said it was an inside job. He continues to stare at him, like he's giving him a chance to answer. N'Jobu looks at him, confused as to why his brother is looking at him like that. "Why are you here?" He asked T'chaka. The king walks to his brother, and his face turns angry. "I want to know why you betrayed Wakanda!" He yelled at N'Jobu.

 

N'Jobu got defensive and said he did no such thing. Stella walked forward a little because she could tell this was going to turn messy. T'chaka turned to James and told him to tell N'Jobu who he really was: Zuri, son of Badu.

 

N'Jobu looked furious, and he grabbed Zuri, starting to yell at him that he had betrayed him and trusted him. Just to find out he was a Wakandan spy this whole time.

 

T'chaka begins to tell N'Jobu that he has to return to Wakanda to face his crimes, and N'Jobu refuses.

 

As the two argue, Stella walks towards the window and sees two boys playing basketball, and Stella recognizes one of them to be N'Jadaka. She rushes from the window and tries to get between them. "Wi can't duh dis here. Tink of da boi. Even though N'Jobu did something that was wrong, he did it for his family."

 

T'chaka pushed Stella back, and she glared at him. "This has nothing to do with you. But with him, he betrayed his home! Therefore, there must be consequences!" Stella got angry and walked closer again. "FI GUD REASON! Yes, it was wrong, but he had no choice."

 

She yelled at him. They go back and forth, the argument getting more heated by the second. T'chaka has enough and takes his claws and stabs, killing N'Jobu. Stella screeched out, catching N'Jobu's body and cradling his head as tears formed in her eyes. She looks up at T'chaka, mortified, and says, "Yuh, kill your own bredda." She said, tears streaming down her face.

 

T'chaka bends down and grabs Stella by the throat, and as she grips his hand, he gives her the most menacing look he could muster. "You speak of this to anybody; it shall be you with panther claws in your chest!" She glared at him and grabbed at his suit, causing Dora Milaje to walk closer. "It nuh mi yuh should be worried about, but wah wi happen wen Bast comes fi yuh," she said. He backed away and went to leave.

 

"What about the boy? My king." Zuri asked T'chaka. He looked at him, then at Stella, and turned back to the door. "Leave him. He's not my concern." Stella stared at the empty space the king stood in, and her heart dropped. Zuri gave her a sympathetic look and walked out with Dora Milaje.

 

Stella was speechless and swallowed, a sob forming in her throat. She looked down at the now-dead prince in her lap, who had now turned cold. She brings her head down and kisses his forehead. Her heart picked up when she heard little N'Jadaka yell for his daddy, running up the steps. She quickly raises her hand over N'Jobu's body, turning it into air. Her heart aches as he completely disappears.

 

Little N'Jadaka runs into the apartment with a big smile on his face, but his smile fades as he sees Stella on the floor with tear-stained cheeks. "Who are you? Where's my daddy?" He asked her, frowning. Stella gets up and walks carefully to N'Jadaka; her mind is racing. How do you tell a child that their only parent left was killed and she couldn't do anything about it?

 

"My name is Stella, and Mi and Yuh Baba are great friends." He smiled at her, but it fell again. "Are you from Wakanda? Where's my dad?" Stella tried to stay strong in front of the young boy, but she's never done anything like this before; this was probably the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

 

"No mi nuh from Wakanda." She lightly chuckled. "But I've been to Wakanda plenty of times; you, baba, went to Wakanda for an emergency." He looked upset and looked at the ground, then back at Stella with teary eyes. "He left me?" His voice cracked. Stella's heart broke into more pieces when he said that this was going to be harder than she thought. "No, he will be back in a couple days. But till den him tell mi tuh luk afta yuh ave. Yuh, have you been to Jamaica?" She asked, giving him a big smile.

 

He gave a tiny smile back and shook his head. "Well, guess wah mi Queen of a place inna Jamaica called Sun City, an yuh baba ave been plenty of times. suh yuh can truss mi, mi wud neva hurt yuh. Ok?" She said that, giving him a reassuring smile. Sticking out her hand, gesturing for him to grab her hand. He looked at her, hesitant. "How come he's never mentioned you?" He looked at her quizzically.

 

"Well, because I am a Queen. And Queens are buzy. But this time I had time to come visit you. But yuh daadie had urgently lef to Wakanda, but like mi seh, he'll be back in a couple days. But yuh baba talk about yuh alla di time; he even showed me pictures." She said this, crouching in front of him. "Ya, believe me now?" He still looked hesitant, but he let her grab his hand. "I promised yuh Baba, I would look after yuh. And I promise nothing will happen to yuh." She gave him a sincere smile. He smiled back at her and nodded.

 

She stood up and told him to go get his things. He went and packed some clothes and other things he wanted to bring. She took some of his bags and asked if she could pick him up. He slowly nodded, and she picked him up and kissed the side of his head.

 

It caused him to smile a little; he probably hasn't felt motherly affection since his mother was in jail. On their way outside, a black Cadillac Escalade came into view, with guards standing on the outside. While N'Jadaka was packing, she called her husband and told him to send a car her way. N'Jadaka hid in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. She whispered to him that it'd be okay and that he was safe. Getting into the car, she told him to lay his head on her lap and go to sleep, saying that she'd wake him up when they got to the airport.

 

He protested that he wasn't sleepy, but his eyes suddenly got heavy, and he lay on her shoulder. She laid his head on her lap as they rode to the airport. She didn't realize she was crying until she wiped them away. Today had to be the most heartbreaking day she'd ever been through, and she's had plenty. But she's going to make N'Jobu promise to take care of his son and make sure N'Jadaka sees his mother again. But most importantly, she was going to make sure N'Jadaka made it to Wakanda, whether T'chaka liked it or not.

Alfre Woodard as Stella Williams

[sketch-guardian]

Hiii! I’m the same person who asked for the headcannons about the new classmates but I just wanna know if you’d ever be comfortable to post headcannons about all the classmates with a child mc who sees them as older siblings or parental figures. If not I totally understand!! I just wanted to ask since I live for found family tropes and I’m starting to get obsessed with your ocs 😋

I hope you’re doing well!! <33

Hello again!���I'm fine, thank you for asking☺and I hope you are doing well too✨I'm happy that you're starting to like my OCs! You flatter me😳and don't worry, your request is perfectly valid😌so I hope you enjoy the result:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CHILD MC WHO SEES THEM AS A PARENT/OLDER SIBILING FIGURE"

DEMYA

Demya has a soft spot for kids, in the sense that, seeing them as frail creatures, she considers them in need of protection and care, this however doesn't change the fact that she still remains a bit feral by nature, especially due to the way she was raised, so every now and then Demya could be seen carrying child MC by the collar of their shirt with her teeth or some poor unfortunate soul could witness MC attached to Demya's back like a koala while she runs on all fours. In any case, Demya would be a great, playful, energetic big sister, who would hunt for the best food to share with child MC. Plus in her heart, Demya would love to have an offspring in the future, so she would be thrilled if MC saw her as worthy of a such an important role and would do anything both not to disappoint and to protect them, Demya doesn't want to lose her family a second time after all...

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra may not seem the best with children on the surface, given his rough and harsh attitude, however living with Mobim has accustomed him to looking after another living being and therefore it wouldn't be too surprising to see him with Mobim and child MC in tow, like a mother hen with her ducklings. Domnra would at first be stunned by MC's view of him as an older brother/father, especially since he doesn't think of himself as a reassuring figure, however he would be quietly touched by the sentiment, it would remind Domnra of the times he cared for other soldiers back in his day as an angel, therefore he would promise to protect child MC at all costs, just like Mobim, to raise them and teach them to defend themselves. Speaking of Mobim, for child MC, Mobim would be like a little sibiling to play with

AZUL

Azul is a born entertainer and his characteristic of changing color depending on his mood attracts a lot of attention, therefore he would have no problem dealing with children or people in general. Having also raised Demya in a certain sense, since he taught her to read, write and essentially civilized her, Azul would feel a little nostalgic for the good old days and would behave in an attentive and caring manner, while still remaining fun, maybe a little clingy, he would definitely start ugly crying if child MC called him big brother or dad. Azul would also hang child MC's drawings everywhere if they were to make them, showing them off to everyone

ZURI

Zuri would prove a little hesitant at the beginning, not considering herself the best role model or exactly loving enough for child MC, in fact she wouldn't understand why child MC considers her suitable for such role, given her stoic nature, however Zuri wouldn't bear to disappoint their expectations and therefore over time she would get used to the new dynamic. For Zuri it would be more natural than expected to take care of child MC, having done the same with Azul and Domnra after their fall from grace and over time Zuri would realize that she enjoyed having child MC by her side, like a found family. Zuri would sew tailor-made clothes for child MC and fix their stuffed animals with patches in case of tears, as well as buy several gifts

ODON

Although Odon scares most living beings with their imposing and eldritch presence, it seems that animals and young people are curious about them and tend to hover around Odon, as if they understood Odon has truly changed for the better and trusted them. Odon would be intrigued by child MC and although puzzled by their desire to be in their company, Odon would be flattered and not at all bothered, they would also engage in telling stories and seeing MC play with their eye-like creatures. Odon has never had a family, so the fact that child MC sees them as an important member of their found family would make Odon feel accepted and at peace. Child MC, in Odon's presence, would be the safest child in all of Devildom and they would do various activities together, such as reading, visiting museums, Odon would also carry child MC on their shoulders, being very tall. Odon likes to attend child MC's tea parties as well

REMIEL

Remiel, despite her somber attitude, knows how to handle children quite well, because it unfortunately happened more than once in the course of her celestial duty that she had to help children's souls reach the afterlife, lost and afraid, with only her to guide them towards the light. Remiel is very patient and has both a soothing presence and a soft voice, so from a logical point of view, she could understand why child MC bonded with her, even if Remiel would wonder why they chose her, when surely there were other more appropriate choices. Having trouble understanding feelings and being quite dense, nurturing child MC could help Remiel comprehend the human world better and experience genuine sensations she has never felt before. Remiel would also like to introduce child MC to her parents, to include them and make them feel even more part of the family, as a little sibiling or child, hoping Azrael and Death don't intimidate child MC too much with their appearance. Remiel would be good at putting child MC to sleep, cradling them with her wings

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel isn't used to interacting with humans, being often busy with celestial matters, so he would be pleasantly surprised to have attracted child MC's attention, especially considering his frequent quietness. Nathaniel would be an excellent teacher and would help child MC with homework and other matters, even difficult ones, specifying how important it is to solve them without the use of violence when possible. The concept of family may be foreign to Nathaniel, but being a very patient angel, he would be glad to walk on such journey of growth alongside child MC, experiencing the joy of raising them. Nathaniel would be chill, but still protective of child MC and would be willing to accompany them to explore and discover both the Celestial Realm and Devildom. Nathaniel would also likely teach child MC his way of communicating only through gestures

URIEL

Uriel isn't exactly a loving type and as a warrior angel, she is more used to fighting than looking after others, so at the beginning, rather than taking care of child MC, it would almost seem as if she were training them, almost like a soldier, obviously not overdoing it, given that they are still a child. It would take Uriel some time to get used to such a dynamic, but over time she would start to feel proud of having been chosen to represent such an important role, the fact that child MC looks up to her would slowly soften Uriel's edges. Some activities that Uriel and child MC would do together would be fighting with fake swords, in which Uriel would lose only to boost MC's self-esteem and fly embraced by her safe arms while doing cool tricks, at a safe distance from the ground. Uriel would also be quite strict when it comes to rules, so she would find a way to make them more bearable and manageable for child MC

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a familiar face.

summary. after n'jadka's return, things tend to go the exact way the reader hadn't hoped they would. pairing. erik 'killmonger' stevens x black!reader word count. 1.57k author's note. I've sat on this series for a while and I finally want to finish it since I've been writing more regularly at the moment so please bare with me. and leave behind some thoughts.

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PRESENT DAY WAKANDA

            [Your Name] hung up her phone, saying a silent prayer to bast that everything would be alright after this ritual to place and that her kids make it to their destination safely.  Letting out a deep sigh she made her way to the waterfall were the ceremony was being held. And even though she was hoping for the best, she couldn’t shake the feeling this wouldn’t end the way the elder and the kingdom would hope it would.

Once she got to the waterfall, she made her way next to her mother holding her hand as the ritual started. Her stomach felt as if someone had punched her repeatedly, as the ritual went on tears were present in her eyes. Watching the King who just lost his father fight his long lost cousin who was failed by two systems and his family. The anger felt from N’Jadka made her head swim watching as he delivered blow after blow onto Prince T’Challa.

The bile in her stomach rose as she saw him turn into the hurt little boy she had seen appear so many nights as he took the life of someone who he once knew as an uncle. Tears streamed down her face at the screams for Zuri losing his life, turning her head she couldn’t stomach much else as tears ran down her face.

Erik started on his speech as T’Challa fought to find the strength to continue the fight. [Your Name] couldn’t take her eyes off of Erik as he picked up T’challa throwing him off of the waterfall. All the wind had been knocked out of her chest as she tried to find the air to scream watching a childhood friend of her die at the hands of her first true love. Soon enough the council was scattering, the Queen and Shuri had been safely removed from the scene before Erik could notice.

But the same luck couldn’t be extended for herself, as she made her way to leave she was stopped by the sound of his voice.

“So, you think you can just up and leave lil’ mama?” This question caused [Your Name] to turn around taking in his appearance.

Looking him over she took a deep breath, watching the erratic breathing he had along with the cuts along his body. It made her sick to her stomach but a weight in her heart knowing it was just a scared child lashing out the fill the warmth of the village that left him to struggle after his father died.

“Yes, my King the ceremony is over, with the previous King being dead and all. I have to go report to my tribal elder , since she is my mother of this before you hold the first meeting. Now, excuse me but this is an urgent matter.” [Your Name] quipped, turning to walk away.

“I just got one question for ya’. Why’d you leave after you told me you got an abortion. And why didn’t you tell me you were from Wakanda? You could’ve helped me come here. We could’ve done this together.” He explained walking towards her.

[Your Name] looked Erik up and down quickly. “My king, if I recall you said, ‘Either you have an abortion or never speak to my ass again’ and that’s exactly what I did.” She rambled before quickly leaving the waterfall making her way back into the streets of Wakanda as quickly as she could. 

After what she had said to Erik, [Your Name] knew deep down in her heart that he would catch on.  That he would find out she had his children, but they wouldn’t meet him as long a single breath went through her lungs. 

A FEW HOURS LATER

Once [Your Name] had gotten home she’d explained everything to her mother, down to why her sister had to take the kids to M’Baku for safe keeping until everything was figured out. The sickness she felt had made an appearance earlier, which is why she is in her current predicament. Sitting on her mothers couch nursing water trying to get ride of the anxiousness she felt about the current situation happening.

This feeling only got worse when there was a knock at her door. Her mothers head snapped towards [Your Name] knowing it could only be the Dora coming to get one of them for whatever reason N’Jadka saw fit. [Your Name] signaled for her mother to sit down, going to get the door so this could be over soon then later. Hopefully the ball of emotions she had would go away once she finally was able to talk to him face to face. But even in her heart of hearts, she knows it’ll only get worse before it gets better.

“Hello, how may I help you two?” She questioned opening the door, with her mother standing right next to her.

Since Amala is the elder in the situation she would now be the head of this conversation, much to [Your Name]’s dismay.

“The new King has requested for your eldest daughter [Your Name] to come to the palace to meet with him. We also have strict instructions not to leave without her.” One announced, which the mother and daughter duo took in.

Amala went to objects but before she could her daughter beat her to it, putting on her shoes to leave with the two members of the Dora.

“I’ll go with no issues, but do you know why he asked to see me specifically?” [Your Name] knew exactly why he wanted to see her, but she was wondering what he was telling the people around him at the moment.

“Personal.” The two answered in sync, this caused her to nod her head following them out of her mother’s house.

On the way to the palace, [Your Name] couldn’t help but replay every moment she’s ever had with N’Jadka good or bad. She knew he was hurt by how he found his father, but she never thought he would be so blinded by his rage, if he did this to Wakanda. Its no telling what he did to get here, and that is what really shook her to her core.

Upon their arrival, she was escorted to the throne room where he was seated waiting for her. A weird sense of annoyance rolled over her at the irony that a few hours ago it was him entering this room, while she sat to the side watching him challenge his now deceased cousin.

Snapping out her train of thought she proceeded to greet N’Jadka. “My King.” She spoke softly moving into the room a bit more.

This caused him to wave his hand while a small chuckle left his lips.

“You can forget all that shit, [Your Name] you know me better than anyone. Ain’t not need for all this formal shit.” He held this smirk on his face as he walked away from his throne to get closer to her. Her eyes never left his person, as he started to circle her.

“There just one thing that really is getting under my skin at the moment. And with you knowing me better than anyone else in the entire world. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were from Wakanda!” He questioned roughly, she watched as his breathing started to get more rapid how his upper lip was curled in disgust.

“You knew my father was from here, what I went through in my childhood. And you still looked me in face, claiming to love me and lied to me.” Now, it was [Your Name]’s turn to feel awful.

She was caught in between a rock and a hard place, she loved him, she truly did. But she had a duty to her country to not tell him that she was brought up to speed of everything by her Uncle and the he knew she was carrying his nephews children. So many times she had thought to end it all, but she loved him too much, selfishly.

“Answer me!” He yelled, causing her to jump as tears rolled down her face against her will.

“I couldn’t let anyone know about who I was or where I was from. N'Jadaka I understand how this seems, but I was there to see how life was. I met you unexpectedly, I couldn’t blow my cover. You never know who the King sends to watch you.” She explained.

His face remained cold as he took in what she said. [Your Name] was now avoiding his face at all costs, she still had love for Erik. But she knew he wasn’t the person she met at MIT. He had changed and for the worst and she knew there was no way she could help him. He was a lost cause, and this isn’t the way she wants to remember him, or for their children to remember him. Even if they didn’t know he was their father, she wanted to keep the good memories she had if them, that she had told her children.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by Erik. “[Your Name] I have one last question before I let you go. And please answer this honestly.” He started walking closer to her, lifting her chin up with his index finger.

“Are the children you have mine?” [Your Name] studied his facial expression and she could tell for once Erik was truly being sincere and vulnerable. 

[simgirlsofhillsidehaven]

Meet the Girls

The family origins of Jamie Parish are shrouded in mystery. Indeed her very name comes from a juvenile mispronunciation of "Jane" or "Janie" and the surname Parish relates to the Catholic church where she was abandoned/found. Jamie was living a tough life in the system and most recently on the streets; until a fateful and booze-soaked night left her pregnant and in desperate need of help. Luckily she's found Hillside Haven and is now in a safer place.

Rose Williams was orphaned and injured in the vehicular accident which killed her parents. You can't often see the scar on her forehead, which she mostly keeps covered with a fringe. Rose has been at Hillside Haven the longest, staying with Vicky for several months now. She also had the most "normal" childhood of the three girls, at least, she was the only one to have both parents present while growing up.

Chloe Samuel is the newest resident of Hillside Haven. Hers is, potentially, the most dramatic story. Young Chloe lived with her artist mother (Zuri) and their beloved cat until one night when she was out in Totter Park a little too late and was viciously attacked by a stranger out of the dark. Chloe was pronounced dead and Zuri was making arrangements to bury her daughter when Chloe came back to life in the funeral home. Fortunately for Chloe, a small, connected faction of the Copperdale community know vampires are more than myth and they were able to secretly spirit Chloe to safety. Now Chloe must navigate a new hunger and a new world. As our story begins, she has yet to be reunited with her mother or classmates.

Vicky Martin is the bold, blonde paralegal who runs Hillside Haven. In her early thirties, Vicky has no children or partner as yet; but rather devotes herself to championing young girls in need. She has just recently been bought into the loop on the vampire front and Chloe is her first supernatural charge {as far as Vicky knows...}

Vicky is supported by her loving father Robert plus many colleagues and friends.

Her rules for Hillside Haven are fairly simple.

I) Speak the truth, always. Omit if you really must, but don't tell falsehoods.

II) Make your own bed (it's a small accomplishment but it sets one up for the day and declutters the room, clearing mind space).

III) No alcohol or drugs (if you're here, you're here for a reason, no need to go making problems worse).

IV) Curfew is 9pm (no late night shenanigans).

In return, Hillside Haven is exactly that. A safe space where residents can put the pieces back together and find their feet again.

[oc-cafe]

Stories, skelons and tits

Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers. 

I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and  ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters . 

I do not wish to become them. 

“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair. 

“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.  

There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.  

“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question. 

“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now. 

“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti,  she used  to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort. 

“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru,  Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time. 

“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool. 

I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head. 

And a clear head is what I need right now. 

It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach. 

Speaking of which, 

“Vea. You promised me a story.” 

“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.  

“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”

“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name. 

“Yes, whatever. Now, story.” 

“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.” 

“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here? 

Do I need to hit them on their head?   “Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.” 

I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.

“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth. 

They gave me a sheepish look. 

Abeba’s tits. 

They have got to be kidding. 

“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”  

“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.

“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?” “Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild. 

“They’re  monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them. 

“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-” 

“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail. 

They shrug off my hand and continue  frantically unbuttoning their tunic. 

Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go. 

Maybe I could still make a run for it. 

I take a step back. 

And Vea steps forward. 

Or I could just punch them in the face and run. 

That’s probably not gonna work. 

I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word? 

Fuck it. 

I’ll just drown them in the sea. 

Let ‘em be with their sea monsters. 

“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise  I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-” 

“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”

“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes. 

Wait. 

This is literally my castle. 

I can look wherever I please. 

I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea. 

Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions. 

The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen. 

It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.

Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.

But these?

These are claw marks.

Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.

Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.

Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.

A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?

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