#JUST DROPPING CRAZY FORM RIGHT AT MAMA THESE KINGS

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ (에이티즈) -미친 폼 

[pluton514]

Chapter 4: The King of Olympus

A few days have passed since Amelia's incident ,but everything's gone back to normal. I still think about what that whole thing meant. Persephone, an old man with one hundred eyes, and a prophecy? What's that all about? Amelia doesn't seem to take interest in it. In fact, she doesn't seem fazed by any of this. It's as if nothing ever happened to her, or maybe it's because she's already used to being taken over. I honestly don't know.

      I keep having nightmares about my mother's death. Does that have anything to do with this? It's not entirely impossible. I put my hand on my chin and start to think. I can't think of anything besides what that old man said.  "You don't realize what you are,boy. Soon, everything you've ever loved will be taken away from you.The Prophecy is set in stone. For thy woe shall not be discerned nor heard." Is what he said. What does he mean I don't know who I am? I know exactly who I am! It must've been my head messing with me. I mean, I had a huge headache and went dizzy so it must've been just that.

    Amelia sees me and walks towards me then puts her hand on my head. She then says, "Let's go grab something to eat outside. I'm not in the mood to cook right now." We look at each other and agree.   As we step outside, the clear sky starts to dim, and dark clouds start to form near us. My head starts to hurt and I hear a voice.., "Mama! I'm scared!" I also see the trees and the burning houses . After that, I came back to my senses.

That was moments before my mother died, but why did it come back? I look up and I see lightning roar and strike down multiple times. Amelia then looks at me and tells me, "We should get back inside; it's too dangerous!"

    I nod,but before we could go inside a man with a black cloak  appears before us and yells, "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK! YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED DEAD!" I reply with, " WHO ARE YOU? WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE?!" The man stands still and proceeds to hysterically laugh, and in the blink of an eye he moves in front of me and whispers, "If it wasn't for you. Then I wouldn't have to take two lives today." Before I could even react;he grabs me by my throat and lunges me to the front yard of the house. Rain starts to pour ,and lightning starts to roar even louder than before. As I stand up,I see that he's choking Amelia.

   I sprint towards the man and clench my fists to punch him ,but then he disappears into thin air. Amelia and I look at each other,but before i could react the man pulls me into a chokehold from behind and says, "This time, I'll go for the kill." He then pushes me to ground and puts his foot on my chest. He reaches his arm out for the sky and a lightning bolt comes down to the palm of his hand ,but before he could finish me. Plants start to pull down on his arms ,and act as chains. I look at Amelia and see that she's holding him back.He drops the lightning bolt ,and then it starts to slowly disappear ,but before it did I grabbed it. I felt the electricity rush through my entire body. My palms were burning and smoke was coming out of my hand. I can barely control it. The pain is making me feel nauseous so I go for the blow.

     I aimed for the chest, but I missed and hit his abdomen instead. The man screamed in agony. While he was in pain I took the chance to unveil the hoodie from his cloak. He had blonde spiky hair with black highlights at the end of each hair, pale skin, and light blue eyes. He also has something that seemed like a birthmark rested under his chin with the shape of a lightning bolt. He has a scar going through his eyebrow. He looks at me and says, "I'll kill you as many times as it takes...just you wai-" he then passes out and the lightning bolt in his abdomen disintegrated.

    Amelia rushes to me and holds me before I could fall,and yells at me saying, "ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU COULD'VE DIED!!! OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD'VE DONE?! WHY DID YOU GO HOLD A LIGHTNING BOLT?!?! LOOK AT YOUR HAND!!! ITS PALM IS BURNT TO A CRISP!!!!" I then reply with, "Well, at least he's down isn't he?" She slaps me ,and says, "Next time, think before you do anything. Unfortunately, I don't have enough power to fully heal your palm, but I can make it feel better." I smile and reply with "Thanks for being there for me. I honestly don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you saving me." She smiles and then holds my hand. Green light starts to engulf my palm and we make eye contact. I never realized how detailed her eyes are. One dot on the top part of her pupil, another one on the bottom left, another one on the bottom right, and a small leaf in the center of her pupil. Before I could say anything the man starts to wake up. Both Amelia and I prepared ourselves for another fight,but he looked at us very confused. He asks, "What happened? Where am I?" Amelia then asks him, "If you don't know what happened then I think I might know. First of all what's your name?" He then makes eye contact with her and says "Zephilious."

I then ask Zephilious, "Why did you attack us?" He looked at me very confused and replies with, "Attacked? What do you mean? I woke up in the middle of nowhere and you're accusing me of attacking YOU?" I reply, "Yes you did! You even threw ligh-" before I could finish he interrupted me and yelled, "I ATTACKED YOU?! NO, THE WAY I SEE IT IS THAT I WAKE UP IN THE FRONT YARD OF A STRANGER'S HOME AND MY STOMACH HURTS LIKE HELL!!! ITS AS IF I WAS STABBED THEN BURNED!!! IF ANYTHING IT SEEMS LIKE YOU ATTACKED ME IN MY SLEEP!!! YOU BUNCH OF COWA-." He starts yelling out in pain and I tell Amelia, "Help him out." She tries get close to him, but he starts crawling away yelling, "GET AWAY YOU FILTHY BITCH! AHH!! YOU VERMIN! YOU COWARD!!"

Forget it. I'm gonna pin him down. I rush towards him and hold his entire body down. He screams for help,but no one can hear him since we live relatively far away from anyone. The nearest village takes about 5 hours to get there, and the nearest restaurant is 30 minutes away. He then yells, "LET ME GO! GET YOUR COWARDLY HANDS OFF OF ME!!! YOU'LL RUB ALL OF YOUR COWARDLYNESS ONTO ME!!!" Amelia then places her hand on his wound and starts healing it. He then realizes what's happening and calms down. She asks him, "Are you a Godlender?" He then asks her "How do you know what that is?" She then explains who she is and he replies with, "I see..Well, yes I am a Godlender. I am the Godlender of Zeus."

A few minutes passed,and both Zephilious and I are back to normal. Zephilious looks at me and says, "So I got taken over, huh?" I then nod and reply with, "Yeah, but what was that all about? You were saying that I shouldn't have come back? That I should've stayed dead?" Zephilious chuckles and says, "I don't know what you did, but it seems you've caught the attention of Zeus. I honestly don't know why,and I could care less. Now, if you excuse me, I'll head back home." Zephilious stands up and makes his way to the door, but then Amelia runs in front of him and says, "I'm sorry,but you don't seem to realize the scope of the situation at hand. The God of Gods just tried to kill my friend here. I don't know why, but we can't just sit back and pretend like nothing happened. So whether you like it or not. You're part of this problem now." The two look at each other without blinking for a good minute. It's as if they were having a staring contest, but eventually, Zephilious gave in. He sighs and says, "Fine, but I'm really hungry so can we please get something to eat? I'm starving." Amelia and I look at each other and say, "That's what we were going to do till you attacked us..." After that, we went on our way to the best restaurant of all time.

Ten minutes have passed ever since we left the house. Zephilious and Amelia are very quiet. I hate the silence. Very much. So I try to make conversation and say, "Why is it so quiet?" Zephilious looks at me and says, "The silence can be a good thing sometimes, and in this case it is." Amelia then says, "Yeah, I can agree with him on that." I hate these two....damnit we're in for a long walk.

[servetolive]

for “I wish you would write a fic where...” :

something involving your renokura children ocs! their family dynamic sounds so fun to explore 🥺 but in case that leans too heavily towards the fluff side… maybe something with cloud as a turk! like he’s a new recruit and passes everything with ease in record time and reno’s totally not jealous…. or however you would see it working out! 💕

:O You wanna read something with my cleno babies?? Omg! I'm so flattered! There are so damn many of them, lol. Let me see what I can whip up real quick!

"Six weeks," Cloud whispers as he inches away from Reno's crotch. "Six?" Reno picks himself up on an arm and looks down at his wife in disbelief. "Are you--" The baby turns in her bed. Reno goes still, instinctively clutching Cloud close to him, like he's playing dead in front of a predator. He doesn't move an inch, or breathe. She sighs. Then silence. "Are you sure?" Reno has his mouth right up against Cloud's ear. His fingers trace the thin, smooth line of a new stretchmark on his thigh, following it over to his front. "Doc didn't like, say six and mean--" "He said six," Cloud repeats, adjusting his arm under his pillow. He shifts again to put distance between them. "And I mean six." Reno groans and flops over on his back with his arm over his head. Cloud turns over to face him, if for no other reason than to keep his voice from carrying. His husband's wedding band shines from the light filtered through the blinds. "You'll live," he says, sliding his head up onto Reno's bicep, closing his eyes again. "No I won't, I'll fuckin' die," Reno whines. "From backed up nu--"

The baby makes a shuddering series of "eh" noises. Cloud sighs, then pulls the covers off of his naked body just as the shuddering turns into a full on cry. "Good job." "I'll get her," Reno says quickly. He pulls on his pair of boxers, discarded from his unsuccessful attempt with Cloud, and half-runs over to the crib, shushing all the way.

"Ay, ay, ay, mama," he coos at her once he gets to the crib. She's kicked herself completely out of her swaddling blanket, and her feet and fists are curled. Her tongue quivers inside her mouth as she prepares to scream. "What'sa matter with you, huh?" He lifts her in the air to smell her diaper. "You pissed? No?"

Cloud turns on the lamp next to him, and watches Reno place their daughter on his shoulder and rub her back, talking to her as if she were one of their good friends. His hair is short now; the back ends just barely creeping between his shoulder blades, and he's stopped coloring it.

He still has a hard time recognizing him sometimes; that he's the same Reno that wore a black suit and smirked at his targets before dispatching them.

The baby lifts her fist to her mouth and sucks on it. "Give her to me," Cloud says, sitting all the way up in bed. "She's hungry." Reno turns around just as the sheets slip off of Cloud's swollen breasts. His hair is also crawling down the nape of his neck, his eyes are puffy, and the red tinge in his cheeks brings out the blue hue in his eyes. Reno stares dumbly for a minute.

"Give her to me!" Cloud snaps.

Reno shakes his head free of his lewd admiration of Cloud's new body--something he helped create--and moves forward to place Charisma into his arms.

After taking one of Cloud's breasts in his hand and assisting with latching on, Reno slides back into bed and props himself up to watch his daughter nurse. Charisma's blue eyes follow him while she feeds.

"Damn, you gonna look just like your mama," Reno says, toying with one of her feet. "Gonna be crazy like him, too."

"Or annoying," Cloud says with a yawn, "like you. Turn off the light."

Reno doesn't do much lately besides obey. It's a transition that happened so naturally and seamlessly that everyone seemed to notice but himself. He does what his wife asks and eases down into the pillows in the darkness, holding his daughter's tiny foot between his index and middle fingers.

Cloud had spent his entire pregnancy hiding from the world, but for what, Reno doesn't know. He's even more irresistible now than he ever was.

Before, Reno's strange admiration of Cloud in motherhood had made him uncomfortable. Once, when he had tried to cover himself, Reno's hand had stopped him, as did the unanswerable question of 'why.'

You're my wife, he said. That's my kid.

He resists the urge to shield himself in the intimate act and instead maneuvers the baby onto his right breast and slides down to his side, facing Reno. He makes sure the baby is comfortably nursing on her side before rubbing a toe against Reno's shin, inviting him closer. Reno slides in and places an arm around both the baby and Cloud.

"I'mma give you another one," he whispers against Cloud's forehead after some time. "A son. You hear me?"

Cloud thinks he hears something dark in Reno's words. "That sounds like a threat," he says.

"No, doll." Reno's mouth forms into a circle, pressing against Cloud's head in a soft, lingering kiss. "Ain't no threat."

Cloud looks up at him curiously and finds his green eyes in the dark, framed by the old tattoos, swirling with something animalistic. Possession. Greed. It pulls a slow, burning tingle out of the deadened nerves down inside of him that rises in his belly.

He likes that feeling, he realizes. Being kept. Secure. Protected.

Reno slides a hand across the back of Cloud's neck, through the long hair there. He presses his mouth into Cloud's, and begins the process of unfolding his tongue into it, beckoning Cloud to follow. "A fuckin' promise," he breathes, holding Cloud close, with their baby snug and comfortable between them. Cloud closes his eyes, and welcomes Reno into his mouth. -- Cloud is pregnant again, three months later. It would have been sooner, had his body been capable of hosting another child. Enduring nausea again, Cloud tries to remember when it might have happened. In the closet, maybe, when Reno had cornered him in there while the baby was napping, pressed him up against the clothes and rubbed his cock right up against his clit. "C'mon, baby," Reno half-panted into his ear. He was already dropping his pants, and working on Cloud's. "Just a quickie. While Baby Girl's asleep." He couldn't resist it. Openly, he rejects Reno's insistence on a boy, noting his adoration and spoiling of their daughter, but inside, the old-world dominance excites him.

"Really want that son, don't you?" Cloud lifted his leg into Reno's hand and reached up for the bar that the clothes hang from.

--

Reno's assumption about Charisma had been entirely wrong. She had inherited Cloud's feminine beauty and petite figure, but Reno's impish character and mischievousness.

When she doesn't want her father to leave, she hides the keys. When an inquiry is made, she smirks like him, but says nothing. Reno's face, screwed up with annoyance, unfolds into a matching smirk. And he gets down on one knee and pulls her into a tickling-hug, then carries her off into a game of seek-and-find in the house.

"Is it... here?" He points to the toilet.

"No, dada!"

"Here?" He points to a fake potted plant in the corner. She giggles.

"No!"

They do this until Reno works his way into the correct hiding place. Cloud is both in awe and jealous by how naturally Reno behaves with their children, but forgets it as soon as their son crawls up onto the couch with him, asking to be held, wanting shelter from the noise his sister and father make.

Cloud looks down at him, and feels like he's looking at a school photograph of Reno. He manages the barest hint of a smile, and King snuggles right up next to Cloud's round belly, sticks his thumb in his mouth, and watches Rizzy and Reno play.

A mama's boy. Just like he was.

--

[bleachanimefan1]

The Song of the Titan

Chapter Ten!!

Three days have passed, Luz had recovered from her common mold. There was an occasional mushroom growing on the top of her head, but thankfully it had stopped and now she was fully recovered. Luz, Eda, King, Azara, John, and Hooty were outside of the house and Luz was finishing setting up the last ingredients as she placed it on the homemade portal door.

"So according to Phillip's instructions, the hardest part to making the portal, was finding someone who knew how to build it," Luz told them. "But, a lot of the ingredients are pretty easy to find. Your crazy apocalypse supplies finally came in handy, Eda."

"Don't forget this," King handed Luz, Amity's glove that still had the Titan's blood still stained on it. She took it from him, looking at it.

"Titan's blood," Luz said. "I can't believe something this powerful was in the old key this whole time." She tore a finger piece off from the glove and taped it to the door. "It's okay. If Belos is still trying to get to the human realm he'll have to beat me to it!"

"Are you sure that this isn't going to blow our faces up?" Eda asked as she hopped onto a bicycle, that was acting as a generator to power up the door.

"Nope!" Luz replied, smiling.

"Well, here goes something!" Eda started pedaling the bike and the door began to glow as it started to activate. Suddenly, it began to shift transforming into a portal and the door, swung itself open.

"It worked," Luz replied, shocked that it had actually worked.

"Did it?" King asked, with an uncertain look on his face. "That looks real different from the old door."

From what everyone had seen, the door appeared to be wonky, twisted and mangled in shape and had multiple eyes on it. Inside there was a grey and black light as it clashed and swirled together.

"Yeah, but this my one chance to see my mom," Luz said, as she tied a rope around her waist. "If it looks like it's closing, pull." She handed the other end of the rope to Eda.

"Luz, as impressive as this is, I don't want you getting hurt," Eda replied, frowning, concerned.

"Once, I make sure that my mom is okay, I'll be right back." Luz assured her.

"You be careful, Luz!" Azara told her. "And you better come back together in one piece!" She frowned, worried, wanting to come with Luz, to see her mom, but Luz didn't want to risk her getting hurt. She volunteered to be the first test subject.

Luz smiled and laughed. "I'll try."

"Just be careful, the human realm is filled with some real weirdos," Eda joked, smiling.

"Don't forget to mention me!" King shouted. Luz nodded and turned back to the door.

"Okay," She ran towards it and jumped right into the portal.

Luz was met with darkness and she felt like she was floating in water. A small whisper of a disoriented cackle met Luz's ears. She opened her eyes and gasped, coughing, trying to get some of the liquid out of her lungs. She heard a disembodied voice whispered in her ear.

Cheater...

Luz widened and she looked around, nervously. Great! Now she's hearing voices, now! Luz looked around but saw that there was no one there. All she saw was floating yellow and black cubes all around her and she stood up, seeing her reflection in the dark water. She could have sworn that she heard an disembodied voice, whispering to her. She shook her head, as chills ran down her spine.

"Did I do something wrong?" Luz whispered to herself. She looked around the strange foreign place, noticing that she wasn't even nowhere close to the human realm. "Eda, King, Hooty, Azara! Can anyone hear me?!"

Yessss....

A large glowing yellow cube rose out from the water, floating in front of luz. She grabbed it with her hands and looked into it. She saw Eda, King, Hooty and Azara not too far away as they were still standing in front of the portal, holding the rope. Luz yelled out as a gust of wind knocked her sideways.

"I think I'm in an reflection of the house," she murmured, realizing that she was looking out from the glass of the window of the owl house.

"Do you think she's safe?" King asked.

"She made it this far, we just have to trust her," Eda replied. She looked towards Azara.

"So, how are you holding up?" Eda asked. Azara looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Are still okay with the golden guard incident?" She asked, concern. "You've been quiet for the past few days. You haven't been acting like your usual self, singing and all!"

"I'm okay, really," Azara tried to reassure her.

"Do you consider crying for the past three nights, okay?" King teased.

"Come on, tell us. You're lying!" Hooty added.

"I said that I'm fine!" Azara snapped. Eda, King, and Hooty's eyes widen in shock, and they quickly closed their mouths.

"I just don't want to talk about right now," Azara sighed. "Can we just drop this, please?"

"Kid, there's no point in torturing yourself," Eda frowned. "Believe me, I've been through that before. I know how you feel. But, you can't do things on your own. There are people here who can-" Eda's eyes widened. Everyone turned their heads to see the portal door in front of them, beginning to shift, and twist violently, and now starting to shrink.

"Eda?" Azara asked, worried.

"Pull!" Eda shouted. King, her, Hooty and Azara pulled hard on the rope and Luz came out of the portal door, landing on the ground in front of them.

"I'm sorry I had to pull you out. The portal was closing," Eda told her. Everyone looked towards the door to see it shrinking until it disappeared, leaving only a pile of cinder blocks behind.

"Did you talk to your mom? Did you mention me?!" King asked, excitedly, jumping onto Luz's shoulder. Luz smiled. Azara frowned, noticing it. She couldn't place her finger on it, but there was something strange about her smile. It looked like she was troubled by something. She seemed more quiet and withdrawn, not her usual energetic happy self.

"Yeah...mama-mom, can't wait to meet you guys," Luz told them, as she hugged everyone. Azara turned her head back to where the door was.

What did Luz see in there that caused her to act this way? What happened?

Eda smiled. "Well, just rest up now, okay?" she replied, wrapping her arm around Luz's shoulder. "And don't you worry, kiddo. With everything we've learned, we'll have a real working portal in no time!" She finished and winked.

"I'm gonna eat human snacks!" King exclaimed, eagerly.

"I can't wait to share parenting tips!" Hooty added, as he joined in.

"Who dubbed you a parent?" Eda asked, smirking. All three of them laughed as they began talking to themselves, excited about they were going to do in the human realm. Azara turned her head to see Luz walking away, heading inside of the owl house, and followed after her.

Azara walked in, to see Luz standing in the living room, quietly, looking around. She frowned and approached her. "Luz, are you okay?" Azara asked, concerned, placing her hand on Luz's shoulder. Luz, jumped, startled, now noticing her and turned around, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm just tired," she told her, walking away head back to her room. "I'm gonna go lie down for a bit."

"Wait, before you go, please tell me what did you see in there?" Azara asked, grabbing her hand, stopping her. "What happened?" Luz froze, where she was, and turned her head back to her.

"Uh, well, there was some strange floating cubes in there." She told her, pulling her hand away. "While I in there, I could have sworn that I heard a voice, guiding me. It sounded like a whisper, disembodied, I couldn't really make it out though." Azara's eyes widen in surprise. Luz heard a voice in there? The same that Azara heard a voice in the mines of Eclipse Lake. Something wasn't right about this...

"But, it might have been my imagination," She told her her. Azara saw tears that were starting to form in Luz's eyes. "I did see my mom! That's a good thing!" she smiled, wiping them away. There was something off by the tone of her voice.

Azara stared at her with an unsure look. "Then why do you not sound happy about it." Luz's eyes widened before she turned around, walking off.

"I'm going to bed," Luz told her. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"Luz!" Azara tried to call out to Luz to stop her, but she ignored her and left the room. Azara stood where she was, wondering what had just happened. Something happened in there and Luz wasn't telling her. But, what could she do? She couldn't just force it out of her.

Azara sighed and walked over to a shelf that was filled with books, scanning through it. If Luz didn't want to tell her, then she won't press on it any further. She was going to give her time to recover. Azara picked a book off from the shelf as one caught her interest. She walked over to the couch, sitting down, and opened it, starting to read from it.

Eda walked in along with King, as the two saw Azara sitting on the couch reading the book.

"Where's Luz?" Eda asked.

"She's in her room," Azara told her. "She told me that she wanted to rest." Eda frowned, in concern. Was she still not recovered from being sick? She shook the thought from her head when she heard Azara ask her something.

"What was that?" Eda asked.

"Eda, what's this?" Azara asked again, holding up the book. It had some ingredients on the page. Eda walked over and took the book from her, looking at it.

"Oh, it's just an spying spell potion that we use to spy on the emperor's coven," she told Azara. Azara's eyes widened, curious.

"Can I make this?" she asked. Eda looked at her in surprise before she smirked.

"Kid, are you still thinking about the nerd?" she teased.

"I just want to see how he's doing," Azara blushed, as she played with her hands, suddenly interested in them at the moment. Eda smiled, placing the book down on the table.

"Okay, I'll help you make this. I'll go grab the cauldron and the ingredients," she told her as she walked away. A few minutes later, Eda came back, along with King and they set the ingredients and the cauldron down on the table in front of her. The two helped Azara make the potion until it was finished as she stirred the liquid. The potion made a glowing blue glow and started, bubbling.

"What do I do?" Azara asked.

"Just think of the place that you want to see and the person and the potion will do the rest," Eda explained to her. Azara nodded. "But, be careful. Spying leads to crying!" She joked, leaving the room, along with King. Azara smiled, as she watched the two leave before turning her head back to the cauldron, looking inside.

Azara focused her thoughts on the emperor's castle, then Hunter's face came into her mind. The potion began to warp and started to swirl around when an imaged appeared. Azara eyes widened as she saw Hunter sitting on his bed, along with Lil rascal who was sitting beside him. He was holding the key as it dangled in front of him.

He hasn't given the key to Belos, yet! Azara frowned, wondering why. Suddenly, the potion swirled again, revealing another image. All Azara could see was a dark room until her eyes began to focus more adjusting to the darkness. Her eyes widened as she saw the portal door in front of her, fixed. Then the scene moved as it focused on a opened book that was resting on a desk.

Azara read the page seeing that it was an ingredient to make something.

A grimwalker...

"What is that?" Azara whispered to herself, silently as she continued to read the page that listed the ingredients: Galderstones, Palistrom wood, Stonesleeper lungs, Selkidomus scales, and a bone of ortet.

She looked over to the next page to see the ingredients, listing what each other did. Galderstones, for heart and power, Palistrom wood for keratin, Stonesleeper lungs, for the lungs, scales for body structure...

Then her eyes saw a picture of a baby, then a child stage, that was checked off, and last adult. The arrows pointed to a picture of a head with fuchsia colored red eyes. Azara's eyes widen in shock, mixed with disbelief and horror. She jumped back, knocking over the potion and it's contents and it splashed onto the floor.

They looked like Hunter's eyes! The exact same shape, color and everything! Even his nose!

Azara leaned back on the couch, overwhelmed by the startling information. That last ingredient with the stages...bone of ortet?

"Eda, what's a bone of ortet?" she called out, growing more and more disturbed out by the image.

"It's a plant that a clone is originated from!" Eda called out. "Why?"

Clone? Hunter is a clone? Azara felt like she was going to throw up as she covered her mouth with her hand. A feeling of dread and horror, rushed through her stomach, in realization. Hunter was the last ingredient to make this grimwalker.

Belos had been lying to him, his entire life. He was in danger!

Azara quickly stood up and grabbed her red cloak. "I-I got to go!" she replied back, yelling out to her. "I need some air!" She ran over to the door, opening it, and Hooty hooted in surprise. John was sitting next to him, talking to Hooty, when Azara opened the door, as he stared up at her surprised as well.

"Azara?" John asked, startled. "Is something wrong?"

"Where are you going? Hoot! Hoot!" He asked. Azara ran out, not answering them, completely overwhelmed by the information.

"Sheesh! Hoot! Hoot!" Hooty whined. "Rude. Nobody ever wants to talk to me!"

"I know!" John complained. "She never listens to me!"

[lovecanbesostrange]

I’m so glad I’m used to Grey’s making me cry. Guess that will be amped up for this season. But it’s a bit different, because I can already see that the writers try to balance it all with little positive things. They just don’t hold back reality and that is the worst thing right now.

Okay, getting it out of the way. We have confirmation, JO WILSON IS OFFICIALLY BACK. Maybe it’s just because that can of worms is one too many, so let’s go back to something easy and nice. I don’t care why, thanks for finally clarifying that. Also omg, she is an actual doctor. She did actual medical things. I’m baffled. And it was especially mentioned. Wow. This is something I am not used to. (lol DeLuca is an attending now and he only took five years like he was supposed to, even if we ignore the almost one year timejump at the end of S11, Jo’s 5year residency took six years.......)

Well, I got Wilson and Bailey together in an OR and they got to have a rare case and a good outcome and I am always here for Bailey feeling some joy. Plus fuck, Jo observing mother-baby-bonding is emotional as hell. And after Station 19 I was so glad that Carina had a win as well. God, Carina is starting her fourth season and now as Maya’s girlfriend... I like her. Terrible things will start to happen to her soon, right? I mean, witnessing her brother’s mental break already counts.

I feel bad for Schmitt. Except it’s almost a fun running joke by now, getting thrown off of cases... Also, dude, thank you so much for spitting out like that. There are some things you really shouldn’t say during a pandemic. Can I assume he still lives with Jo now? Liked seeing them close.

The Jackson/Link/Helm team-up was also cool. I just want rotating doctor teams treating patients and this was hilarious. Although... do people remember that Private Practice was an actual spin-off that existed with Charlotte King, Sexologist, in it?! Guess that would mean acknowledging Amelia once had another close friend........... (I only really liked Charlotte on that show, would love to know what she is up to now) But hey, the sex therapist lead to another great Amelia/Link moment and I will devour every bit of happiness they share.

The talk between Link and Jackson was great. And once again, two sides of a thing are totally understandable. Link being glad he got to leave the crazy house with the four kids for a day. And Jackson missing spending more time with his daughter. And thank you, thank you, for not just mentioning April, but also Matt.

Speaking of mentions... Alex Karev...... Meredith’s power of attorney..... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I remember when it was a fun scene discussing healthcare proxies back in S10. Did Alex ever change his? He is known for having trouble with forms (his student debt, the unmailed marriage license) - if he’s in an accident, will Cristina get a call in Switzerland????? A~nyway it is only fair that Maredith picks Richard now. Role reversal and all. At least she tells him before! I was wondering if Bailey tried dropping hints that she wants dibs on pulling Mer’s plug if the time comes........

Watching Meredith run across the beach and faceplanting was such a relief. I laughed way too much, but it’s the stress from the rest of the ep. So thanks for doing that.

I’m glad Maggie has Winston, even if it’s only a video-call. He gets it. And everybody at Grey Sloan should have somebody outside to talk to anyway. But Maggie’s breakdown was so fucking real and awful... doing her best to just be the sister. While losing so many patients. And the way they threw in her mom’s death - yep, new perspective on that, now that people die alone. It’s not a statistic. People are dying.

Laura Cerón on Station 19 and Lisa Vidal on Grey’s, Please import more people from Emergency Room. New interns, well, the Webber speech sure changed... that hit hard. Especially with only three people left. Gonna look out for Mama Ortiz now.

I should say something about Tom. Hmmm... guess somebody has to asymptomatic.

Station 19 was good as well. A tiger. Shouldn’t surprise me, we saw a pet lion before. Ben should be glad they call him Dad. Not Grandpa. XD Still the best dude, good peptalk to Carina. A+ interaction. Seeing a happy Andy sure is weird, will she find five minutes of peace in all of this? Also Webber being Sullivan’s sponsor is a better way for a crossover than more interconnecting romance.

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Oplana and Century

A little bit of background here. Oplana is a kingdom from what I’m writing that hopefully will be a book called The Land Beyond The Sunrise. The Kill Order that I mention happens in the town Bella is from. Everyone over the age of ten in Cania was killed. Bella was eight at the time. Century is @logic-cat​‘s place, and it’s from her story Century Outcasts. My characters are the four girls, and Laurie, KG, and William all belong to Paige. The song used is Golden Slumbers by the Beatles. It’s sang more like a lullaby in this part though (I spelled it right are you happy Paige?) Megs wanted to be tagged so here @sebbbystaaan​

“Come on, come on, come on!” Bella shouted. The four were running through a forest away from the king's guards. Their screams echoed around the forest as they fell down a hole. 

 KG was walking around when he heard the sound of running. “Stop, stop, I think we’re safe.” It was a girl’s voice. It sounded out of breath. “I’m just gonna-gonna lie down for a bit.” “Yeah.” It sounded like there were four of them, all girls. “Hello?” He asked. The sound of weapons being pulled and something that sounded rude in a foreign language. “You said we were safe Bella.” A slight accusatory tone was in that. “Forgive me for thinking that when we just feel through a hole into a different forest. It seems more alive.” The one who had said they were safe said. “I’m King-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence. “Let’s go. All the kings have an alliance with James.” Another one said. “James?” KG asks. “Do you know him? King James of Oplana?” One of them said. “No. I’ve never heard of your kingdom either.” KG says. “I’m King George, but you can call me KG.” He continued. The four come from around the tree. One Hispanic, most likely the leader came out first. She was tall and lean, with amber eyes and short black hair that stopped just above her shoulders. Another came around. She was fair-skinned, with hazel eyes and brown hair reaching just below the shoulders. Shorter than the first, and a bit more stocky. She grabbed the first one’s hand. A blonde came after, her braid reaching her waist. Pale skin and blue eyes, and shorter than both girls. Then a darker-skinned girl, with brown doe eyes and brown hair tied up in a lot of little braids that went to mid-back. “I’m Bella.” The first one says. The rest introduce themselves. The blonde was Miranda, the darker-skinned one was Kiara, and the one who grabbed Bella’s hand was Jessica. “Where are we?” Jessica asks. “You’re in Century. That’s the best explanation I can give you.” KG says. Bella nods. “Can you promise our safety? We just escaped, and we’re trying to get back to our camp.” Bella asks. KG nods. “William is gone for a bit, so we don’t have anything to worry about. Come on.” KG leads the girls out. There are hushed whispers behind him, but he can’t really hear them. “Is everything alright where you guys are from? You sounded scared when you talked about your king.” KG asks. The girls all stop whispering. “No, it’s really not. Our king is crazy. After we escaped he sent out a search party. And there’s a spy, but we don’t know who it is.” Miranda finally admits. “KG!” Said man smiles as the redheaded man runs around the corner. “Who are these girls? And why do they all have incredibly dangerous weapons?!” “Laurie, relax. They just appeared in the forest hallway.” KG explains. Laurie nods. “Ok, ok. Are they gonna be rooming with you or..” Laurie doesn’t finish his sentence. “Yeah. We only have sleeping bags right now, sorry.” KG admits. “Sleeping bags are actually perfect. Thank you.” Bella says. “Where did you learn these manners, Ramirez?” Miranda asks. “Just because I don't use them, doesn’t mean I don’t have them.” Bella answers. Later that night KG is lying on his bed while the four girls are all in sleeping bags. They all have assorted weapons scattered around them. Bella has a dagger with a blade that looked like it was made from obsidian and a longish sword. There is a crossbow next to Miranda and Kiara, and Kiara also has an intricate rapier. Jessica has a longer sword but the calluses on her fingers showed she was an archer. He sits up at the sound of whimpering. Looking at the girls Bella is tossing and turning in her sleep. KG walks to them and tries to avoid stepping on some of the weapons. “Bella,” He whispers. There isn’t a response but her breathing becomes more erratic. “Bella! Wake up,” KG is trying not to wake up the other three girls in the room. Bella wakes up with a gasp, and immediately her hands go to her short hair and begin pulling on it. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that.” KG gently pulls each finger away at a time. He pulls her up and sits behind her before wrapping his arms around her. She begins struggling and trying to get out of the man's grip. “Bella. Hey Bella. It’s just me. Copy my breathing, okay?” KG beings to take slow and steady breaths. After a few minutes, Bella stops struggling. After a few more minutes Bella’s rigid form drops and she loosens up. KG releases her and she turns to face him but keeps her head down. “Bella?” KG asks. When she finally looks up her eyes were glistening with unshed tears and there were more already falling down her face. “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?” Bella remains silent but wipes the tears from her face. “Talking about it helps. I talk to Laurie after I have nightmares, and it makes me feel better.” KG continues to talk. At the very least, his voice will help clear her mind. Bella looks away from him and looks around to the other three girls. “I-I was there again.” KG isn’t sure what she was talking about but allows her to continue to talk. “It started in-” Bella quiets before starting again. “I was back home. In Cania. It was the day of the Kill Order. I couldn’t do anything. I had to watch as he killed mama and papa. As they dragged Carlos out of our hiding spot. He was fourteen.” KG nods. “And right before he was taken he gave me a hug and said ‘I love you, Bella Flor Ramirez. Never forget it mi hermana.’ And I’m never going to forget it. And after they-they killed Carlos it switched. I-I had to watch them all die. They were all killed by the same man who killed Carlos.” Bella’s crying again at this point. “They’re all here. And I’m sorry about your brother. He sounds like he was a good guy.” KG says. Bella nods. “He was.” A small smile was on Bella’s face after. “Thank you.” KG nods. “It was my pleasure.” He sits next to Bella as she lies down. Seeing that she was just lying awake he begins to sing softly. “Once there was a way, to get back homeward. Once there was a way, to get back home. Sleep, pretty darling do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby. Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. Once there was a way, to get back homeward. Once there was a way, to get back home. Sleep, pretty darling. Do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby.” By the time KG has finished Bella is sleeping again. He smiles as e makes his way back to his bed. Laurie turns over as he lays back down. “It was a pretty song.” Laurie mumbles, still half asleep. KG smiles. “Go back to sleep darling.”

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Stonebwoy; A major player in Ghanaian Music

Every single month without fail African artists are constantly reminding us that they are in fact the kings and queens in this music game. So far in terms of music, this has really been our year and I could not be more excited! One album we cannot stop talking about here at COA is Stonebwoys ‘Anloga Junction’. This is his fourth studio album and a body of work that the Ghanian musician has been working on for the last 5 years. He describes it as a beautiful African scene with a touch of western experience and influence – Anloga junction is the juncture between those two contrasting perspectives.

Specialising in dancehall, reggae, and afrobeats Livingstone Etse Satekla is not only a major player in Ghanaian music but in African music as a whole which is why he will forever be one of the continents most celebrated artists. Having rose to international stardom after being the first artist of his kind to win a BET Award in 2015 and has subsequently won many other international awards such as Afrima, Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Award as well as received nominations from MTV EMA, Grammy Awards and more. This man is not to be slept on!

Who was Stonebwoy 10 years ago?

I mean, I was still doing music …. I mean I was and still am a son, I come from a Christian family, you know? I have been doing music since I was 16, you know what I mean? It never stopped, I just kept going harder and harder. YHHH 10 years ago, I should be out of school, out of uni or something!

You create Afropop, reggae and dancehall, which one out of the three is your favourite genre and why?

I mean all three because, for me, it’s all the same roots but different branches. So when it all comes to me, I comfortably create either of the genres, I find it difficult to actually choose a main one. I think I always do all together because when you pick up any Stonebwoy song, you still feel all three; some dancehall, some afrobeats, some reggae – every single time you pick up any stonebwoy song. But you may notice that it is mainly the dancehall and afrobeat that you can feel everytime you hear any of my songs.

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You’ve worked with the likes of Kranium, Sean Paul, Burna Boy and of course the beautiful Ms Keri Hilson. Who has been your favourite to collaborate with so far and why?

You know, when it comes to this type of question – the favourites question, it sort of limits me in a way because every collaboration of mine is a favourite, they are all unique in their own ways, you know what I mean? So I can hardly pick which one stands out amongst all of them. However, the one that is making a lot of noise right now, making a lot of impacts and that one that needs to be very much appreciated at this moment in time is the one with Keri Hilson – Nominate. It’s so crazy, it’s amazing! The combination of afrobeats and RnB with some dancehall in there is just crazy, it’s really nice to hear.

How did the collaboration with Keri Hilson come about and should we expect more collabs in the future?

Uhmm what happened is that whilst we were recording the album we really planned to have an American collaboration on it, but the collab with Keri Hilson, it so happened that it was not planned, because if it was planned then that would mean that, that would sound like I called her up and said I wanted her on the album. But none of that happened, a friend of mine met Keri on a flight and that’s how beautifully it happened – we got introduced. My friend didn’t even know it was Keri Hilson until something happened and they got the opportunity to talk and so by doing so, the conversation turned to music, we ended up exchanging contacts right there and then and we gained some nice relationships. Then when I went on tour in America, it so happened that she invited me to the studio and then we cooked nominate as a beautiful song and here we are today!

What was the idea behind calling this album Anloga Junction?

I mean it’s my roots, the intention behind the album is to give it that identity you know? It represents the fact that I have gained some influences and a lot of things having learnt from the African perspective when it comes to the music and it is at this junction that it meets with the influences from the west as well. That is why you get the name Anloga junction.

You said the theme of the album is a beautiful African scene with a touch of western experience and influence. Can you go into more detail on what you mean exactly?

Exactly! Yeah, I just think sonically it is a beautiful African song, the sound and the way the musical wave has taken a diverse turn when it comes to African music and the way it’s been received by the western world lately. All that has influence because I am one of the people, I am one of the musicians, one of the new schools who have added their voices to that type of style, especially coming from mixing the afrobeats with the reggae and dancehall to create the afro dancehall which is what I have been known for these last 10 years. When it comes to the continent of Africa, I think that I am well representing for that African sound and wave, that is a representation of that sound. Plus the Caribbean sound and which is at large the Western sound, which is what I mean by that!

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Why did you choose to record the intro track (Le Gbs Gbe) in your home language “ewe”, what was the initial idea behind this?

Yeah, the intro track is in my home language because that is what the album is representing cause when I say Anloga you know that anybody who is going to pick up the record they have to find that masterpiece, they have to find that significance or that representation of the whole of the Anloga vice in there, that is why you find I speak in my dialect for the first track on the album, so it can truly represent what I mean with the album.

You said that some of the songs in your album are actually 5 years old, which of these are and why did you wait to include them in Angola junction rather than epistles of mama?

The reason being for that one is that there had always been a plan and I had known this particular song is timeless enough and that the project that I wanted to bring out was not yet, it was not yet due for that song and so you know as we’ve gotten here and as we started Anloga junction project, this one here qualified. That particular song is called “Nkuto” feat Kojo Antwi, track number 5 – that’s the one, that song is like 5 years old and bow down is like 2 years old. I take time to fix these songs, it took me a total span of 5 years to fix this body of work for the people.

Which is your favourite song from the album and why?

Track one, nominate and everlasting. But the whole album literally! I love the whole album, not going to lie.

You’ve worked with SA artists (AKA, Nasty C and Cassper Nyovest) in the past, do you yourself listen to SA music? If so what’s your favourite thing about their music/ artists?

Yeahh I do, I do. I love their sound and their whole African culture. You know the whole of Africa is culture – when you see Africa, you see strong accents, you see strong melanin, you see black, you see strong people. And all of that is depicted in our music when we sing so per the various places we have and the diverse cultures we have is well well enjoyable when you are a creative and span your scoop into all these areas. I listen wide to all these forms of music, I love south African music; their house, their kwaito etc.

How does it feel to be inducted into the Grammy museum sound of Africa exhibit?

It feels great! That was an exhibition that happened 3 years ago around 2016/2017 that they had to select some African artists who have won in that category before and those who are making strong waves and that exhibition, it was only meant to last a week but went on to last a whole year and it had me in there and legendary Kojo Antwi in there. So it was a coincidence to have him on my album and then for the both of us to be inducted at that level and that is one of the great levels that afrobeats music has been able to reach by the help of Ava Hall and the whole team who put together the BET international category. So thanks to the whole team who made it work!

What would you say is your biggest achievement so far in your career?

So far I still have a lot of things to do, I still have a lot of miles to reach, you know I’m just taking it easy now and I can only say that at this level it might even be difficult to choose my biggest achievement but I know that I must be the number one when it comes to afro dancehall and reggae and I am grateful for that.

What do you believe is the future of African music/ afrobeat’s?

In the next 10/20 years, African music is still going to be on the rise. You should understand that it can only get better and better. I pray that, not only musically but on the African continent that everything can work together for good because our arts and our creative industries are dependent on the governors of Africa. So in the next 10 years, we pray that Africa becomes more independent, more resourceful and more developed in the right sense and that way our music is going to go far. Big up to every African artist who is putting in the work!

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Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

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Warnings: SMUT!! (nothing to crazy, morning sex), Swearing, Embarrassing mum alert.

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// Yoongi exhaled a large breath outside the threshold of the cause of all his uncertainty; beyond which was an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He knew what he wanted to say but whether it would come out coherently was another thing entirely. His hand was near trembling, his fingers stroked through the back of his hair in nervous glitches. He liked you, like really liked you. The vulnerability he felt was unnerving and unfamiliar but he needed you to see that; give you a tiny glimpse of the huge generous heart at his centre. //

  The gentle ripples of the mattress stirred you into a semi-conscious state as Yoongi’s arm found a snug spot between your breasts; provoking a drowsy smirk laden with contentment. You soaked up the comfort shrouding you, nothing had felt so right before; like this is where you were meant to be. You wriggled your behind into him with approval, wanting to not be further than a hairs width from his skin before you’d allow yourself back to sleep.

The morning sun streamed in through the curtains, the glittering beams threatening to stir you to full consciousness. You point blank refused.

You realised rather promptly that sleep was not on Yoongi’s agenda, when you’d wriggled in to him it rushed his blood southward. Neither of you said a word as he nuzzled into the back of your neck before littering the area with firm, wet kisses. His hand slid round and loosely gripped the back of your neck before tracing down your spine; the volume of your soundless moan exposed your biggest area of weakness. Anywhere the cool fingertips passed, goose bumps lined the skin. The embers between your legs grew ferocious; he pulled your hip back so you were pressed closer to him and he’d gained easier access to your inner thighs. Heavy breaths were exhaled each time his fingers ghosted over where you ached the most.

“Yoongi…fuck… please” you whined breaking the humid silence. You felt his lips curve upwards against the top of shoulders with gluttonous approval.

“I was waiting to see if you’d beg” he purred

“It’s not something I’m above ya know” when the full pressure of his fingers finally slid through your need for him one lot of relief was expelled only for another type of tension to begin building.

“God y/n is this how bad you want me?” his fingers honing in on your clit.

“Mmmhmm” you replied rolling your head forward, your hips circling and pressing back into him feeling just how bad he wanted you too.

The agonizing lazy slow circles he drew were gradually winding up the coil, you impatience diffused through your system like a raging current. You rolled over in his arms.

“I need this now” you whined stroking his cock; you stretched over to your bedside draw and shuffled around for a condom which you gave him as you rushed your nightshirt off desperate to feel his soft skin flush to you. You both rushed back to being entwined unable to be apart, his hands wrapped round yours and pinned them above your head, his face nestled at your neck breathing hot. Your nails left half crescent stains on the back of his hand, the mixture of both your moans spreading through the room.

“I can’t believe you made me wait for this… you feel so good” no words could form in your throat, you were lost in how he felt now you were one.

“Neither can I” you admitted in between sweet gasps, his hips bucked into you with hard definite clarity. Your bodies grew flushed with moisture, body heat rocketing between you. You were breathless, loud pants echoing filling the otherwise silent space. His thrusts slowed down and he started teasing you, not fully filling you. Your patience for this was gone the moment his lips touched your skin. You just needed him to fuck you, you’d waited too long. He released your hands in favour of supporting himself on the mattress, with their new found freedom your hands tugged at one of his, he willingly allowed you to guide it to around your throat. His face flashed hesitant for a moment until you squeezed, you tightened his grip with your hand and you clenched around him. His control over himself seemed to dissipate quite rapidly after that with his thrusts resuming to full strength.

“Y/N fuck I’m c…” Yoongi grunted bucking his hips jerkily.

“Don’t you dare stop” you panted, he obeyed thrusting through his own climax to ensure you got to yours.

 Your attention flew to the sound of your front door closing followed by the unmistakeable excited claws of Charlie on the wood floor. It usually brought you joy but currently it sent you into panic.

“Shit, that’s my mum, put some clothes on” you said almost winded at how fast you flew out of the bed and chucked a long shirt on.

“Hi Mum, I was just…” you said as un-phased as possible

“Oh please y/n don’t give me any excuses I know what you were doing I heard from the front door” you dropped to the floor at the buzzing Little ball of fluff at your feet and gave Charlie all the fuss he desired shielding your now tainted pink cheeks from your mother. You resumed to standing when Charlie sauntered off and you were back facing the disapproval on her face.

“I thought I told you to stop messing with that Wonho guy and actually get a proper boyfriend” the downside of having your mum as a best friend often involved her speaking her thoughts on your love life. What made it worse is she had no volume control plus the fact she also didn’t care if anyone heard.

“I was hoping with you on this project you and Yoongi would make up and start a thing, he’s such a nice boy” Mortified into absolute stillness staring straight through your mum at Yoongi who’d surfaced into the room silently. Your mum caught on and turned and carried on without skipping a beat

“Good Morning Mrs Y/LN” Yoongi greeted after a low bow.

“Well glad you finally stopped being a stubborn cow” she said turning back to you.

“Mum!” you scolded feeling five again. Yoongi was failing miserably at hiding his amusement and it only grew with the warning stare you chucked his way.

“Don’t know what you’re smiling at Mr Min you let her get away with it all this time”

Your expressions swapped in an instant. Yoongi went to defend himself but sensed correctly he would not win against your mother. Charlie clip clopped back in the room and made a b-line for the stranger in his house, only to attack with licks and paws to get his attention to which he gave without any hesitation.

So… Yoongi has Charlie’s approval.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you” Yoongi informed Charlie in a high pitch voice. “Bichon Frise?” he inquired

“Crossed with a Cavalier King Charles” you replied trying not to melt at how adorable he looked playing with Charlie.

“Are you going to tell your management? Oh your father will be soo happy” She was off in her world of happiness now.

“We’re doing it today” you responded a tad calmer now the smell of coffee was in the air. Her eyes grew wide and her eyebrows grew further apart.

“Wow it must be serious then if you’re going to try all official, how do you think it will go?”

“I don’t know” doubt obviously seeped through your words. It was the honest answer, you wasn’t sure if they’d even allow it. Your management would likely be fine but BigHit was another situation entirely. It would be more of a bigger deal for their male idol to come out and say he’s dating than it would be for you, no doubt they’ll be huge restrictions on what the pair of you could and couldn’t do if they do allow it. In addition you’d have to deal with the media beyond the announcement not to mention the negative backlash from fans of both of you. You’d done so well at scurrying away your worries but now you’ve been asked about it here they are rearing the ugly head of doubt which deflated your mood massively your eyes sunk to the floor.

//Phone Ringing//

It was your manager. You motioned your mum to be quiet with a finger to your lips as you put the call on speaker phone.

“Good Morning Y/N are you with Yoongi?”

“Yeah I’m here” He answered for you joining you in the kitchen.

“Good, glad I caught you both together PD and I have some great news” you assumed the pair of them had you both on speaker phone as well.

“Oh please do tell” your interested was piqued, your gaze shifted to Yoongi who met you with a shrug of his shoulders

“Well s you know the interest in this project has been crazy and that interest has gone as far as the MAMA’s” he paused, Yoongi frowned at you and shrugged his shoulders again, you mimicked his expression.

“You’ve been asked to perform the single” he paused again. Your mouth dropped open and your coffee mug nearly went crashing to the floor as your grip faltered.

“What? Are you serious? That’s… well that’s incredible” you replied voice much higher than normal.  Your gaze held on Yoongi his reaction was much less animated than yours but the excited glimmer definitely danced in his eyes.

“Yes I’m serious, but they are only four weeks away so we need you both to come In today and see what’s been done, we may have to push you to bring the release date forward to give time for the reactions. Obviously the boys will be performing and Y/N you have also been invited to present the Artist of the Year award this year, I’ve already got the agreement details, they just need you signatures”

Your racing heart, your buzzing system no longer required the caffeine you were offering.

“We’ll leave in about half hour, we have something else we need to talk to you about as well so we can do two birds one stone and I’ll be bringing my dog just FYI” your mum gave you an approving smile.

“We’ll I’ll leave you to get ready” she gave you a kiss on the cheek “So proud of you darling”. This had you fighting back tears in a beat.

“Thanks mum”

“You make sure you take care of her or you’ll have me to deal with” she warned passing Yoongi

“Yes Ma’am” he replied confidently yet somehow sheepishly at the same time.

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Heniyah Imagine #2: Lanterns & Snow Cones

As promised here is imagine #2 leading up to the story of Dog Days! Mama’s Boy is here. If you’d like to be tagged in the upcoming series, let me know!

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Miyah’s POV

Over the last few weeks, life has been going crazy and it made no point in slowing down. Luckily a friend of mine was having a showcase in Venice beach, and I couldn’t say no.

From time to time Henry and I would run into each other countless times. We saw each other more than three times to be exact, but it must’ve meant something though right? Seeing him again made everything better for me, but I still wondered if he felt the same.

Tonight was no different on the contrary. I spotted his infamous curls by the bike rack, with the help of his Instagram since he tagged the location. I tapped him on the shoulder and giggled at his sudden jolt of shivers.

I spoke gently, just loud enough for him to hear.“I thought those curls looked familiar.”

As he turned around my heart fluttered a bit. The genuine smile that made my knees weak, brightened.

“I thought that tone sounded familiar. Hey Yaya.” He hugged me tight against him, and felt like home. His scent was the same as I remember, like warm fire. The same smell of mahogany, black teakwood and lavender. The same cologne I got him from bath and body works on our 3rd year anniversary.

He must’ve known I didn’t want to let go before he held me tighter.

“How’d you find me anyway?” His deep baritone, Jersey British voice, pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up at him with a lost cause till my brain caught up with reality.

Chuckling nervously, I moved a strand of my hair behind my ear. My arms didn’t move from their location around his neck, and he didn’t seem to mind. Seeing as though his arms were wrapped a sound my hips still.

“You tagged your location in your post on Instagram, so I figured I’d stop by. That sounded bad.” I was embarrassed to have to admit that, but he didn’t mind. Letting me go, we sat along the brick wall structure.

I continued on. “Leslie is a close friend of mine, and I’m still in town for a moment. Couldn’t miss her art show before I left.”

“I think I met Leslie through you I believe. Kept in contact after the break.” He nodded a bit then arched a brow. A break, is that a better way to call it now?

Draping his arm around my shoulder, I rolled my eyes playfully. “Where are you off to so soon? Is it Renegade related by chance?”

“Yes yes it is, I’m going to Atlanta.I’m doing the spread over the Netflix show, Dear White People for the magazine, gotta get the pictures in. My friend Roxie is in it. We’ve watched a few episodes together remember?” He always loved hearing about my work, which I think is one of the reasons he loved me. Sometimes I wish that phrase wasn’t past tense.

A gentle kiss was placed on my head. “My girl is still doing her thing. Proud of you, Yaya. Speaking of Atlanta, I’ll be going there soon as well for press tour stuff for Witcher.”

“I honestly can’t wait for that. I know you’re going to do well in that, just like everything else you’ve accomplished.” I got overly excited for everything either one of us did. When he told me he got the part of Geralt I was floored.

“Thank you my dear. Your encouragement means a lot to me, you have no idea. If our paths do cross again, I would say it’s more than fate don’t you think?” His voice must’ve dropped several octaves because this man knew how to charm a woman.

“I’d say so. The gods must want us to be together again.”

The conversation went on as the sunset over the horizon, in hues of pinks: yellows and oranges. Walking along the beach with him, with my sandals in hand, brought back memories. The art show was underway and we made our way towards the main event. Sharing a few snow cones to pass the time, made it all better.

Henry’s POV

Watching her face light up little by little, made everything else seem bleak. Her smile could stop traffic and just freeze time. She truly is a goddess amongst us mortals. I’m glad to just have her in my life again, because those two years were a mess without here.

The art show for Leslie was everything she had described, and then some. The vibrant colors mixing in with the sunset made the pieces glow and come to life. One of the paintings in particular, that Miyah took extra time to glance at, made all the paintings pale in comparison.

“Hey Leslie, what’s this one called?” I had called her over to get a clarification.

Smiling over at me as she came over, her face shifted to a softer tone as she explained. “This one I made after our dear friend Miyah. I call it ‘Elegance of a Goddess.’ Pretty cool huh? She was a joy to paint, and I was told to hold this for you. Seeing as though there’s a ‘Not for Sale’ sign on the podium next to it.”

Miyah has thought about me? I guess something is gonna work out after all. The painting itself brought back memories of the first time we met, in London. Her hair was all poofy like a crown on her head; she had on a dark orange pantsuit and her gorgeous megawatt smile. I have to thank Roxie for taking the picture.

“So after all this, I can have it?” I asked the artiste.

Patting my shoulder before leaving, Leslie winked a bit.

“By all means my good man. Ya lady paid for it as a gift for you.”

As the sweet chuckle escaped from my lips, I witnessed the goddess herself dancing amongst the lanterns.

“Are you just gonna stare at me, or are you dance with me?” Her voice took me from my trance, as she pulled me to dance with her.

I whispered in her ear gently, as we rocked from side to side. My arms wrapped around her. “I take it I’m dancing with you my queen.”

Miyah’s POV

His voice was intoxicating. A drug that I didn’t know I needed more than anything. Slow dancing with him under the stars and lanterns, brought back memories from our 5th date. We were slow dancing in Hyde Park in London, while I was there on business with Roxie. It was just an amazing moment and opportunity to take in the sights with a man I grew to love.

Resting my head upon his, as I stared into his eyes. I didn’t want to look away. Because every time I would look at him, I’d see my future. My arms were locked around his neck, his hands stayed where they belonged on my hips and we just swayed to the sounds of waves mixed with the tunes. It was like going through a time machine.

“I could stay like this with you forever.” I don’t know what happened, it was as if my emotions took over and I didn’t mind at all one bit.

His soft chuckle could lull me to sleep. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

He began rubbing my sides gently and held me closer. I could feel his body heat radiating through his v-neck top, I just subconsciously rubbed my hands up and down his back. He just felt like home.

“Did you take an Uber?” He arched a brow curiously.

Nodding my I rested my head on his chest this time. “Yeah I did. Kinda don’t wanna pay for another one.”

“I can always drive you home, Yaya. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, deal.”

The drive home was peaceful, seeing as though his right hand was holding my left. Watching the city pass us by, it got me thinking about possibly rekindling things with Henry and I would love to honestly.

“Well, here we are.” Walking up to the front door, his hand never left mine.

“That we are.” Henry kissed my head sweetly and it made me giggle.

Taking caution to the wind, I went with my gut, and kissed him with everything in me. The feeling of his lips on mine again felt like home, like a brisk fall night by the fire with hot cocoa.

His hands gripped my body like spandex; as my own held his face to not break it. Breaking the kiss to catch our breaths, his boy like smile formed across his chiseled face.

“This is probably going against everything I stand for, my business trip is in a few days, but do you wanna come on inside?” Biting my bottom lip I held his hand and leaned against the door.

He picked up bridal style as soon as I unlocked the door, kicking it shut and carrying me inside. A giggle escaped my lips, holding on tight. “I can never deny, a request from my number one girl.”

“First of all, your number one girl is your mother. Second of all, give it to me Superman.” I whispered against his lips and the shade of his eyes shifted to a darker blue.

The next thing I knew, I was pinned against the foyer wall of my condo making out with my ex. Moaning and groaning left and right, by the way he made me hot. I had lived in the same place for the last 7 years, I’m surprised he remembered where my bedroom was.

“Henry..” the way I moaned his name out loud, must've been a trigger because he attacked my neck.

“That’s my name baby girl. I missed you so much.” He paused to look into my lust blown eyes, and a switch went off. He had me straddling his lap in my king sized bed.

Holding me closer to his chest, as my hands were placed on his arms. I kissed him with love this time and he held me in his arms like he was going to lose me.

“You’re not going to lose me again, Miyah. I promise.” He muttered softly, as I bit my bottom lip, cause he gripped my hips harder.

Pushing him back on the red sheets, I was on top. “I’d hope not, because I’d hate to lose the love of my life again.”

He pulled me down in a heat searing kiss, making me grip the sheets by his head. No way in hell, we were gonna leave each other again.

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sansa x margaery, baby fic with fake married au

(baby fic morphed a bit into toddler/young kid fic but it’sokay)

There had been many things in Margaery’s life that she’d envisioned that had come true in her adult life - graduating from the top law school and getting a job at a major competitive law firm in King’s Landing, for one. But after spending her life in The Reach, she’s ready for a big change.

Something she certainly hadn’t seen coming was her new neighbor. Or, should she say, neighbors. She definitely doesn’t expect to wake up to a knock on her door at what feels like the crack of dawn the morning after she moves in – only to cut her gaze down – and down – until she lands on a plate of cookies being presented to her by a little girl with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair and bright yellow footie pajamas.

Wearing the biggest smile possible, “I’m Alys!” she lisps on her ‘s’, “I live right there,” she points over her shoulder, almost dropping the cookies, “We made you cookies!”

And she definitely didn’t expect the woman who then whipped open that door, long red hair tumbling over one shoulder, rumpled from sleep - much like she herself still is, she realizes. Dumbly, as she takes in the long legs revealed by sleep shorts and definitely braless under that tank top - again, much like she herself is - and deep blue eyes landing with a look of relief on her miniature human alarm clock.

“Alys!” she whisper-yells, “What do we say about leaving home by yourself?”

“Not to!” Alys whisper-yells back with a bright smile, “Sorry, mama.”

She is entirely not expecting the bright yet apologetic smile sent her way by the redhead in question or the immediate way her heart skips a beat at it. Gorgeous Redhead scoops Alys up and her grin turns sheepish, her cheeks, flushed from sleep, blushing, “I’m really so sorry. Alys is an early riser, and she very much wanted to come meet you yesterday. I’m shocked I got her to hold off for so long.”

It’s… very unlike Margaery to be struck dumb by a woman, no matter how gorgeous, but it takes her a second to shake her head, “No, it’s fine. I’ve got a lot of unpacking to do, so getting up early is - probably for the best.” She lifts an eyebrow at the cookies, “Especially with some extra sugar as incentive.”

The cookies are shoved at her from Alys, “We made them for you! Mama’s cookies are the best.”

She accepts them and leans against the doorway as Gorgeous Redhead ducks her head and shuffles back across the hall, unexpectedly charmed by the duo, “I’m Margaery, by the way.”

The woman whirls around, “Sansa! That’s - I’m Sansa. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry, again, for your wakeup call.”

Margaery waves it off, shoots Alys a wink, who tries to replicate it over Sansa’s shoulder as the door closes.

She definitely doesn’t expect this to become a thing. Because she’s never been great with kids, but apparently Alys likes her, because it’s certainly not the last visit she gets from her intrepid 4 year old neighbor. And even more surprisingly, she doesn’t really mind. She likes Alys - she’s adorable and funny -

And she definitely likes her mom. Who, she learns from a mix of information from Sansa and Alys over the next few months, is a few years younger than herself, she works as a kindergarten teacher, and is from the North.

She doesn’t know much about Sansa’s love life, even though she can’t help but be interested - because she does know that Sansa is single and is a total MILF - until one day when Sansa is in a bit of a tizzy and Alys is a little glum, and when she finally gets an explanation from Sansa, it’s because, “Harry is coming for a visit.”

“Harry?” she already doesn’t like the man behind the name.

Sansa grimaces, “Alys’s father,” she whispers, casting a look at Alys, who is scribbling in her coloring book in the next room, “He only comes out to visit once or twice a year, tops, and it’s always… terrible.”

After they have dinner - something they’ve just started to do, which is kind of great for her, since Sansa always cooks full meals and Margaery… doesn’t enjoy cooking for herself - and Alys is down for the night, she gets more details. About how Harry got Sansa pregnant in her final year of college and it turns out he was cheating on her the whole time. About how he constantly has a charming smile on his face even while criticizing everything about Sansa and the way she is raising their daughter. About how his visits are always disappointing for Alys, about how this one is going to be even worse - she can feel it - because Harry is bringing his new wife.

“And I just - it’s so dumb. But he manages to make me feel so inadequate. Especially with this new wife,” Sansa lets out a humorous laugh, picking at her sweater, “And, it’s dumb, I know, but sometimes I just wish I could throw my own life back in his face. Maybe you have your own wife, but that he isn’t the only one who can do that. Which is so petty,” she shakes her head.

And Margaery vehemently disagrees, especially because Sansa is already so amazing and how does she not see that?

“Besides, I haven’t even been on a date in,” she blushes, “Well. It was with Harry, so that’s how long. But I have Alys and I just - I need to be as good of a mother to her as mine was to me, and what person wants to -”

“I’ll do it,” the words slip out before she can help it, and they’re both surprised. Margaery is still thinking, though, that Sansa used the pronoun person and not man, which has her reeling.

“What?”

“I’ll - we can be engaged, or, something. Just - to prove the point to this asshole. That you’re better on all fronts,” she adds, and the plan is already forming in her mind. She actually has a ring, she thinks absently, that would fit Sansa perfectly.

So… they do. And if it means Margaery is driving herself a little bit crazy in the best way at the fact that she gets to touch Sansa casually - her hips, her hand, the small of her back. There’s a pinched look on Harry’s face every time, and a pleased smile that Margaery knows isn’t faked at all on Sansa’s face whenever she does it (she knows because it’s the same one she wears whenever Margaery does something that makes her happy, and in the last few months, Margaery has come to really enjoy those smiles).

And if Alys is the slightest bit surprised at any of it, she doesn’t seem like it. (so much that when the entire group is coming back from dinner, Alys is the one who claps and informs Sansa that at the end of the date, she’s supposed to kiss Margaery like in movies).

– the kiss is mindblowing. Margaery is in a tailspin because she so didn’t plan to truly fall for Sansa - smart, funny MILF or not - and her little daughter, and definitely didn’t think that pretending to be engaged to her for two weeks would change everything so much… but it does. And it’s fabulous.

send me a combination of two prompts for a ship and i’ll create a plot

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Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

 WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

 INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

 EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

 AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

 DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

 SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

 PIGTAILS

 “The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

 And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

 Super childhood friends to lovers

 Y E S

 And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

 There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

 Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

 Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

 SO CUUUTE

 UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

 LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

 Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

 Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

 AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

 Or failing in Decan’s case.

 Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

 >:)))))))))

 ÒwÓ

 Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

 LMAOOOO

 Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

 And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

 Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

 Y E S. I M LOVE

 If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

 You know, the teleport and catch thing.

 SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

 Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

 Y E S

 Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

 PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

 WITH WORRIED MOM

 “PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

 AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

 Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

 LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

 THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

 HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

 SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

 Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

 LMAOOOOO

 Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

 Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

 Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

 Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

 :OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

 Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

 Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

 Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

 Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

 He has a few words XD

 A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

 And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

 YES BIG LOVE.

 “Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

 Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

 And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

 Adorable.

 I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

 They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

 They probably have play dates all the time!!

 AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

 7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

 This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

 Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

 BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

 YES YES YES SHE WOULD

 “Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

Or

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

 And they’re just....melting.

 I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

 OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

 Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

 Y E S

 One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

 And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

 And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

 WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

 He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

 Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

 Awwww!!

 Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

 Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

 :OOOOOOOOOOOO

 I D E A S

 YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

 ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

 GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

 Also YES all of that is über wholesome

 Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

 OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

 Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

 Cue awkward silence

 Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

 Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

 Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

 And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING.  Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

 And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

 Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

 Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

 And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

 He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

 Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

 Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

 Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

 H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

 Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

 And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

 They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

 Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

 O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

 OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

 ~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

 Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ‘Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

 God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

 AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

 OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

 QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

 Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

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Snacktime

Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: king Liam x (mc) Lady Sexy

Rating:NSFW

Word count:2759

Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

It had 4 weeks since the king had advised his queen of plans for the Asian Expo in Shanghai, it had also been 4 weeks since Sexy informed Liam of the change of plans. He was given instructions to the letter of how things would go down.King Liam could never deny his Queen. He succumbed to her not so subtle suggestion of changing the location and guest expectations.Sexy was definitely a force to be reckoned with behind her beauty. Liam could never explain how he always came around to her thinking, in spite of what he had laid out. He found it amusing that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the most formidable leaders in the world, but he was no match for Queen Sexy.

Liam and Sexy had an appointment for her postpartum checkup before the craziness of the delegates arrival began.The couple shared a leisurely stroll down the stairs and met Bastien by the SUV heading to the doctors office.

“Are you ready to be released from physician session care my love?”,he asked a little too eagerly. You see,Liam had been waiting…. right along with his Queen for this big day. He had gotten acquainted with his royal member for the last 10 weeks. He caught himself daydreaming about what he would do once they could reconnect.

Sexy smirked knowing all too well what was on her stallion of a husband’s mind.”I take it you have plans once the doc releases me, I get it.”Sexy’s hand started leisurely moving up his muscular thigh, playfully looking away from him to avoid his gaze.She heard Liam take a deep, bothered breath.As quickly as her hand moved up, she removed it again.

“Perfect timing considering we’re here.”Liam composes himself and walked side by side with the queen.

After about 45 minutes and a clean bill of health later, they returned back to the palace.walking back into the royal apartments, Liam slid his arms around his queens waist kissing her on her neck, earlobe, and shoulder.

“Liam, what time does the delegation begin to arrive?Slow down tiger, we have to focus on the business at hand.” She giggles and removed herself from his grasp.

“Arrivals begin at 6:00 pm, drinks and hors d’oeuvres at 6:30, we are announced at 7, followed by dinner dessert, and out of these clothes by 9pm.”

“Damn, you smell so good, I can taste you already baby.” He releases a frustrated sigh and a deep groan wanting to skip the night.

“You know it’s bad form my king to skip your own party.” Sexy slips her arms around his neck and leans in to place her forehead on his forehead.”

“If you keep to business and avoid whoretalk, you can reach the promise land tonight…. my king.”

She placed a quick peck on his lips and separated, knowing left to his devices, she wouldn’t make it of this apartment for hours.If Sexy knew anything, it was that her king was insatiable and would not leave her unsatisfied.Sexy caught a brief shiver down her spine thinking of the numerous ways he would make her cry out his name.The twins, would definitely learn daddy’s name tonight.

Sexy bit her lower lip trying to move past the thoughts racing through her mind.

“What time will the nanny arrive to care for the twins?, she asked as if going through a mental checklist.

“4:30, leaving us plenty of time to get dressed and make our way down to the ballroom.”Liam adjusted his jacket.”speaking of getting ready, I have a little accessory I would like you to wear this evening.” He flashed a devilish, knowing grin before retreating to their chambers and returned.

“Liam, what are those?”her brow quirked up wondering what he had in mind for tonight. He presented a pair of black, lace, French cut thong underwear wired with a vibrating device.

He ghost his hands down her curves and landed on her private chest between her thighs. He inhaled as he pressed his face to her hair, “right there my Queen.”

She smirks and narrows her eyes , lowers her voice,”you have been busy my king.”

“Not being able to make love to my sexy wife has been torture.This has always been the highlight of my day.”liam locks eyes with his queen staring, hungrily in the mirror of the hall.

“I’m game if you are, my king.”she chuckled,”so who operates the remote control?”

“Why I do of course my love… I need to prime you for what’s to come.”he growled out,”but in the mean time, I need to assure the staff have all the rooms prepared for the delegates.”

“You’ve confirmed that Mr. Lee won’t bringing any surprises ?she stared at him momentarily before parting ways.

“No surprises, other than when to expect those sensations that will drive you to the brink of ecstasy.”Sexy gasp and clutched her chest at the thought l, anticipation building .

Liam and Sexy breezed through afternoon, prepared for the event, and seemed more playful than in months.The evening harkened back to pre- Hana disrespect days, days when they could sneak off to have a private moment at these balls.Liam watched as his Queen dressed in a vintage, peek a boo lace long sleeve fitted bodice contoured at her waist with a silhouette hugging satin mermaid gown.

“You are stunning my Queen, I’m not sure I’m ready to share you with the room.This evening is going to be harder than I thought.” He let out a wicked laugh. Her elongated neck was accentuated by her hair pinned up and swept to the side cascading brown curls framing her face. Her make up was flawless, and those lips, he wanted to bite and suck on her full lips painted with red lipstick. Liam couldn’t keep his eyes off of her mouth.

Sexy knew how this was incredibly hard for liam ,this would be fun taunting him, teasing him as the night drew on.”If your a good boy, mama will share some of her snacks.” She smiled seductively before taking his arm and making the familiar path down to the ballroom where there were announced to the delegates.

One by one the delegates lined up being greeted by the king and Queen, made their way through the procession. After 6 delegates, they came face to face with Xinghai Lee.He bowed and paid his respects to the royal couple.

“You look lovely this evening, your majesty”, he meekly spoke with a smile.

“Why thank you Mr Lee, how kind of you to say so.”,she nodded politely.

“My wife, Lorelei sends her apologies not being able to make the trip this time. It appears that she had a conflicting engagement.”

“So you came alone?,I hope you still enjoy your visit and find it to be productive to all involved.”Liam took comfort in getting confirmation that Hana has not decided to push the envelope and his wife’s patience.He could see the masterful relaxing of Sexy’s back. He felt horribly that she had to focus on this at all when they had such an incredible bond and sex life. It had felt like there was a ghost in their bedroom, lurking behind the slightest statement. Tonight, he would enjoy watching his queen at work dazzling the delegates and the room.

After drinks, the group sat down to dinner where Sexy would get the first taste of the vibrations in her underwear positioned slightly above her clitoris, which Liam affectionately referred to as her”pearl”. She quickly tried to adjust to the sensation while looking on watching him indulge in conversation with President of China. She saw the subtle glance and smirk as he maneuvered the remote to create just the right amount of pressure. After about a minute, he stopped and Sexy breathed out trying not to let on the feeling of heat coursing through her core.

Dinner wrapped up and Liam led Sexy to the center of the dance floor setting the program starting with a tango. The sensual music filled the room as Liam pulled his Queen to his torso firmly, guiding her slender frame in the sexual steps. As she dropped to the floor extending her leg, she felt the vibration against her pearl as Liam locked eyes with her. She couldn’t escape the lust blown haze in his eyes. Liam pulled up and felt her leg wrap around his calf, she trembled trying to keep it together. Once again the feeling stopped, but she felt the edging as she was so close to reaching a climax.

Sexy felt a flutter in her lace undies when she whispered,”you are taking too much pleasure in this awkward moment, my king.”Liam smiled down at her, grazing his hands down her back landing on her ass.The Royal couple heard the music crescendo before ending.

The room erupted in applause as the royal couple exited the floor.Liam began winding down and gave his closing remarks. The switch was engaged once again and Sexy felt as if she couldn’t contain herself, she graciously made her way out to the balcony, avoiding the wandering eyes of the palace guests.Queen Sexy devoured a glass of champagne trying to quell the sexual tension and desire that was unbelievably hot. Liam turned the remote off as he made his way to collect his queen to return to their quarters.Liam rubbed the curve of her lower back as they moved through the halls.

“Are you okay my queen, you seem a little flushed.”he smirked as she swatted his hand off of her back.

“Your hilarious Liam, I’m glad I can serve as amusement for you tonight. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.”

“My love, I warned you what was to come, consider that an appetizer. The way I wanted you, there is no way you were not going to let me have every.inch.of. You.” Liam places kisses on her in between words before opening the door to their quarters.

The couple released the nanny for the evening and kissed the twins goodnight.Liam intertwined his fingers with Sexy’s as they made their way to the royal chambers.No sooner than the doors closed to the room, his lips crashed against her as he pushed back to the door.

“Mmm… Liam,”she moaned against his lips. Feeling his warm breath against her face was intoxicating.Sexy got lost in feeling him making a path down her neck, her collarbone,the soft spot behind her ear, and back to her lips.

“Sexy….I will never get enough of you.” He felt his pulse racing here in this moment with the love of his wife.

She felt his fingers undoing the delicate buttons on the side of her dress.”Damn baby, why is this still on you, there is too much fabric between this beautiful body and me .”Liam finally impatiently removed the dress from her shoulders and it pooled to the floor.

Like a magnet his lips made their way to the barely bra and tugged at her nipple with his teeth.Sexy could not believe this was happening, it seemed like a lifetime since this man took her to the edge of ecstasy and passion. Liam used his hand to pop her clasp from the bra before tossing it aside.The sensation of the sucking, flicking, nibbling, and sensual bites were becoming unbearable.King Liam’s blue eyes honed in on her brown eyes as he descended down her chest, her stomach, and licked from hip to hip her band of her panties.

“I recall there being talk of sharing your snacks, if I was a good boy.Daddy is hungry and ready for a snack.” He groaned as he slid her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them one leg at a time.Liam kneaded her thighs and calfs as he removed her fuck me heels.

Her king looked up , but then before she knew what was happening, hoisted her in the air against the door. He positioned her legs over his shoulders and gripped her ass as his mouth found her center. “My God Sexy… do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you again?”She felt his tongue seeking her slit, moving in a glorious motion from the back to the front before his lips wrapped around her pearl, sucking her in deeply.

“God Liam, you feel so damn good… please , don’t stop” Sexy couldn’t catch her breath as heat from his mouth and the thrill of being open to him took over, he felt her thighs start to tense and shake.

Sexy felt his tongue dancing in a figure eight around her clit as her climax was moments away.

“Cum for me Sexy… daddy needs to taste your sweetness.I know there baby, let it go” Feeling the vibration of his words against her sensitive nub, sent her over the edge. He watched her belly rapidly moving in and out as she came for him.

“Liam, fuck, that feels amazing!” She screamed out his name as she exploded.

King Liam slid her body slowly to the floor and took her lips tasting her again. He smiled before kissing and walking her backwards to their bed. Sexy’s body moved to the center of the bed as she leaned back on her elbows with her eyes filled with wanting… she missed her king.Liam made quick work discarding his clothing leaving in a heap on the floor, joining her gown. Her eyes stretched watching his long, thick member grace the sexual stage.

“Someone wants to come say hello to his Queen.”,he shoots her a crooked grin while making his way up the massive bed and separating her thighs.”would you mind if we come to joined you, his mouth found hers again, she gleefully nodded yes.

Without further delay, Liam grazed her entrance with the tip of his manhood.”Baby, you are so wet for me already .” He closed his eyes momentarily while he moved against her slowly at first allowing her to adjust to the welcomed intrusion. She craved this man day and night, she felt him deep inside as her vagina molded to him . The way Liam filled her was amazing, they moved in perfect sync together, Liam’s hands gripping her hips as he pulled her to him , driving home the pleasure at hitting her spot, just right. Sexy’s hops bucked against Liam watching what being inside of her , did to her king. They both increased their pace feeling each other edging toward a overdue climax. He felt her fluttering around him, she felt his member pulsing inside .The Only sounds were their bodies meeting as one , and the heavy breathing building to an explosion.

“I want you come with me my Queen.” No sooner than he muttered those worse, her body gave way to a cataclysmic orgasm, she only saw the smile on his face and then the white behind her lids, she yelled out,Liam, Liam, fuck!”. Liam shot his essence all over her inner walls panting out,”Damn you feel so fucking good. He collapsed beside her and pulled her close as they waited for the breath to return to normal.

After several moments,Liam rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, she could hear the water running for a bath.

“Come my Queen.”he took her hand and walked tiredly to sink into a blissful, fragrant bath. Liam climbed in first and opened his thighs to accommodate her tiny frame. He placed a kiss to the top of her head and enveloped her body in his arms.

“I love you my Queen.” He whispered.

“ I love you too my king, do see how your rewarded when you just indulge your Queen?” She chuckled.

Liam grins as he holds her tighter, “ Are you ready for round 2 Sexy?”

“Are you sure you want the twins to learn your name by mama screaming out?, at this rate, you’ll have me knocked up again in no time.” They both let out a laugh and kissed.

“My love , if I had my way, I would fill every room of this palace with children, I love the sight of you pregnant.”

Sexy shoots him an alarming look… “ let’s take this one step at a time my king.”

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I went a little link crazy in this chapter, but you all know that I love visuals! Also, the link for Nala and Bunme’s outfits for this chapter are HERE. 

Link for Nala’s shape (she’s a curvy girl) HERE. (I just love this video, bruh. Her complexion and body....ugh.) 

Enjoy #BunBunWednesday a little early this week! ❤️

Space Between (9)

“It is about time that you come out and socialize with us,” Shuri exclaimed with a wide smile as the woman continued to take apart her microbraids. “I was beginning to think we’d offended you.”

“I believe that the princess has been a little preoccupied. That’s all.” Nakia smirked as a hairdresser worked a prepoo treatment into her thick coils.

“Is that so?” Hawla chimed as another woman moved quickly to take her box braids down, the evidence that she was slightly overdue for a touchup shown by her slightly prominent new growth.

Nala rolled her eyes, trying not to let her discomfort show as the last of the hairdressers worked to undo her twists. Back in Niganda, she always handled her own her so allowing foreign fingers to have free range over her crowning glory was certainly a strange feeling.

“You all know that Bunme started school.”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with you?” Nakia tilted her head. “Surely, you do not mean to suggest that somehow tied up your schedule.”

“If anything, it should be the opposite.” Shuri shrugged.

“Perhaps she’s been tied up with other things.” Nakia gave a knowing look to M’Baku’s wife.

The leader of the Jabari tribe smiled coyly. “People.”

Nakia gigged. “Person.”

“And this is precisely why I was hesitant about an outing out with my brother’s best friend, his ex-girlfriend, and his current girlfriend-“

“Wait.” Nala sat up in the chair, quickly apologizing to the hairdresser who was in the middle of undoing a twist. “You and T’Challa used to date?”

“Yes, many years ago.” Nakia laughed loudly, almost with embarrassment.

“It was around the time Ramonda was hellbent on finding him a nice and suitable Wakandan woman to settle down with one day when he finally became king.” Hawla mocked Queen Mother’s velvety tone, sitting up and moving her shoulders with an eye roll. “The woman has always been unbearable.” She looked over at the princess of Wakanda. “No offense.”

Shuri shook her head. “I love mama, but she turns into a bit of a nightmare when it comes to brother. Far too controlling.”

Nala leaned back into her chair. “I suppose I do not fall into the category of a nice and suitable Wakandan woman.”

Nakia shot her a sympathetic smile. “Few do. Do not let her discourage you.”

“Especially when it is so painfully obvious how much T’Challa cares for you,” Shuri added on. “And how much you care for him.” Nala rolled her eyes and prepared to argue that the two were just friends. “And do not even try to deny it because of note how you failed to correct me when I referred to you as his girlfriend. You only inquired about his relationship with Nakia.”

Nala went to respond but quickly recognized that she had no room to talk. Shuri was correct. She’d most definitely failed to correct T’Challa’s sister when she’d referred to the older princess as his girlfriend. She might not have known what to classify her arrangement with T as, but she firmly believed that it was too soon to be labeling her as his partner.

“A mistake on my part.” She smiled in a tight line. “I am not his girlfriend, Shuri. We are just friends.”

Hawla and Nakia snickered, the pregnant woman being the first to speak.

“Still spewing that line out?”

“Perhaps she truly believes it.” Nakia joked, pulling her wrist as she smiled at something that flashed across her Kimoyo beads.

Hawla and Shuri shared a look, both withholding small smiles. It was as though the War Dog sensed the non-verbal conversation taking place and looked up and around the room. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” Hawla feigned innocence, causing the princess of the River Tribe to roll her eyes.

At that moment, Dumi walked into the salon, causing all eyes to fall on him, the warrior pausing for a second before trekking over to Nala.

“Princess, I attempted to contact your sister again, but there is still no answer.” He informed with an edge to his voice.

“Very well.” She sighed with disappointment. “Please try again within another hour or so.” When he didn’t make an effort to move, she pressed him. “Is there something wrong?”

“Forgive me if I speak out of place your highness, but you and your sister have lived in the same palace for years and barely exchange five words to each other outside of dinner.” Nala gripped the arms of the chair, astonished that he would speak so openly about her familial affairs in a public setting. “And now that you are both in protective custody, secure locations, you suddenly have the desire to converse with her?”

“You are correct, Dumi.” She shot out of her chair, unsympathetic to the stylist as she was only concerned with the guard who stood before her. “You do speak out of place.”

He bit his lip and quickly dropped his head. “I do apologize, my princess, but when you rip me from my duties protecting princess Bunme.”

“Bunme is under the protection of Ayo whose abilities to guard her I am more than confident in.” She interjected sharply. “And after school, she is spending the day with T’Challa so need I even state the obvious in terms of if she needs your protection when she’s with him?” It was not lost on her how his jaw clenched at the mention of Bunme’s father. “Your services of guarding my daughter were not needed today. They were needed for exactly what you are doing, and I do not appreciate this questioning of my orders.”

“I....apologize, your majesty.” He bowed, slightly, reluctantly, the anger evident in his voice.  

“Do not let it happen again.” She warned, turning back around to sit in her seat. By the time she looked up, he was out the door.

“Ha! Got em!” Shuri called out, dubbed over and clapping with a wide smile. The woman who was working on her hair shaking her head at the young teenagers forever American cultural references.

“Ignore her.” Hawla rolled her eyes. “Is everything alright with you two?”

“Dumi?” Nala raised a brow. “He’s been acting a bit strange for the past few days but nothing that I cannot handle.” This time, all three women looked at each other. “What?”

“Oh, come on now. Surely, you must know or, at the very least, see it.” Nala furrowed her naturally thick brows at Hawla’s opening statement. “Dumi fancies you, Y/N.”

Nala paused, scoffed, and laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It is not ridiculous,” Nakia argued, leaning back into her chair as she prepared to get her hair washed. “You can see it in the way he looks at you. That territorial mentality extends far beyond the normal bodyguard/client hemisphere.”

Nala was listening but not accepting. Dumi was protective, yes, but they didn’t understand why. They didn’t know the history that she shared with him, the platonic history. He’d been assigned her personal guard the moment that she revealed her pregnancy to her parents. He’d been in the room with her, holding her hand as she gave birth (naturally, as her parents thought it an appropriate punishment for her ‘transgression’), offering encouragement as she cried and screamed through the painful ordeal. He was the first person that she authorized to hold Bunme, the first person to hear her little girl say her first word, the only positive male figure in Bunme’s life.

Well, until T’Challa.

So, to a certain extent, she could understand him being jealous.

Of Bunme and T’Challa. Not herself and the king. That was ridiculous.

“Although.....” Hawla leaned over in her chair to look out the window where Dumi was standing watch. “He is rather aesthetically pleasing.”

The sound of the door opening prompted the women to look up and see a Jabari warrior walking in, one who seemed to be no older than 20. Nala waited for Hawla to say something and was instead surprised when Shuri hopped out of her chair and ran into the young man’s arms.

The two spoke in hushed Xhosa tones, but it didn’t take much to figure out by the way he smiled down at the princess and the way she blushed, hitting his arm when he said something, that the two were more than friends.

“Shuri has a boyfriend?” Nala smiled softly.

“Shhh.” M’Baku’s wife smirked. “Don’t tell T’Challa.”

Her mouth formed into an ‘O’ as Nakia sat up in her chair, a towel lightly patted around her hair to absorb excess water.

“I suppose you will meet him another time.” Nakia giggled as the two lovebirds appeared to be in their own little world.

“Why does T’Challa not approve of him?” Nala questioned with a sad smile. Shuri was a sweet kid who seemed to not cause any problems. She’d been nothing but kind to herself and Bunme since they’d arrived. She hated that the teen apparently had to sneak behind her brother’s back.

“He still thinks her still a child, he is Jabari, and he is eighteen,” Nakia said with a voice that indicated she found all of the reasons that she’d just listed to be absolutely ridiculous.

So did Nala.

“Firstly, she is sixteen, hardly a child. Secondly, are Jabari’s not still Wakandan? Thirdly, how hypocritical of him when he is nearly four years older than me?” She truly was incensed by how he could be so opposed to what must have been an okay pairing if both Nakia and Hawla saw no fault. “Honestly, he can be such a pompous bastard.”

Hawla laughed and clapped her hands. “uphelele kuye.” (She is perfect for him)

Nakia covered her giggles with her mouth. “Zinezinkani zombini, kodwa zilinganisana.” (They are both stubborn, but they balance each other out.

“uya kwenza ukumkanikazi omkhulu.” (She will make a great queen)

“I have no idea what the context is, but I’m sure that I agree if my inkling as to who and what you two are talking about is correct.” Shuri commented as the women realized that her boyfriend had left the building.

“And I have no idea what is being said, period,” Nala complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t worry. No one is foolish enough to speak ill of you, period, let alone when you are in earshot. Unless they want to deal with my brother.”

“I am perfectly capable of fighting my own battles.” Her eyes burned with indignation. “Never mind that. Shuri….the young man-“

The scientist's eyes widened. “You won’t say anything to him, will you?”

“Of course not.” Nala’s face contorted with disgust even at the thought of betraying the teenager’s trust. “However, whenever you do decide to talk to him, let me know. I’ll help you plead your case.”

Shuri’s face lit up with surprise. “Do you mean that?”

Nala smirked. “Grilling into your brother and calling him out on his hypocrisy happen to be my speciality.”

The corner of the scientist mouth quirked up. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“It’s the least I can do. You’ve been so good to Bunme.” She looked around the room. “All of you.”

“Speaking of, just what does that best friend of mine has planned for that little girl?”

♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔

“Why does she get to be the line leader? She’s not even Wakandan.”

Bunme made a ‘hmph’ sound as she whipped her head around, her eyes squinted and her chin raised as she proudly declared to the student who’d never been particularly fond of her, “Because I’m a princess.”

The little girl matched Bunme’s tone but also crossed her arms. “Not here you’re not.” Chronologically, she was two years older than Bunme but insistent on nagging the younger girl for reasons beyond Bunme’s comprehension. “Princess Shuri is our only princess.”

“I’m a princess of Niganda. Not Wakanda.” Bunme shot back in an annoyed voice, holding onto her doll as she turned back around but not before muttering. “Stupid.”

Unfortunately, the little girl heard and her hand immediately shot up. “Mrs. Kalala! She called me stupid.”

At the sound of a case of bullying, the teacher marched over from the end of the line where she was talking checking a message on her Kimoyo bracelet. “Bunme, is this true?”

Nala’s daughter looked down and pulled her doll to her chest. “Yes, but she was being mean to me first!”

“No, I wasn’t, freak!”

“Sessi!” The teacher gasped and turned to the other student. “Apologize, now!”

“Why?” Sessi sassed. “That’s what she is! Just like her mother.”

At the mention of Nala, Bunme snapped, her eyes watering. “Don’t talk about my mommy!” Before Mrs. Kalala could register what was happening, Bunme extended her free hand and sent out a gust of chilly ice in the direction of Sessi’s feet, completely covering the child’s feet in a matter of seconds.

The other kids shouted with excitement at the scene before them, prompting Ayo to kick the door in as she didn’t know if the commotion was from impending danger or something trivial. Nevertheless, it was her job to always be on guard.

“Hey!” Sessi cried out as she tried to lift her feet from the ground only to realize that she was frozen in that spot. “Look what she did!”

“Bunme!” Mrs. Kalala said in a panic as she bent down to try and kick the ice only to see as it was frozen solid, some of the other children laughing from the perceived amusement from the scene. “What have you done?”

“Do not speak to her in such a tone,” Ayo hissed, putting away her spear. She quickly regained her composure as she brought herself to the child’s eye level. “Bunme…” Her eyes and voice were both soft. “What happened?”

The little mutant sniffled and shook her head. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Can you make it snow?”

“I wanna see more ice!”

“What about rain?”

“Bunme, undo her feet this instant!”

“Would you all leave her be?” Ayo exclaimed in frustration as students and even the teacher started to bombard the poor child who looked as though she wanted to burst into tears.

Just then, another of the teachers stuck her head in the door, her face flustered with a mixture of excitement and arousal.

“The king is here.” Before she could finish, Bunme pulled herself from Ayo’s grasp and was heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” The teacher’s arousal quickly transformed into irritation as she grabbed onto Bunme’s arm. “Little girl, you are not to leave the classroom without permission.”

“Let me go!” Bume whined, her eyes threatening to spill over with tears. “Now!” The woman gasped, her eyes darting over the doll before she snatched it. “No!”

“You release her and that doll now!” Ayo stood to her full height, her tone one that was forceful and domineering.

“You are here to protect her from danger, not discipline.” The woman spat back, causing the Dora to narrow her eyes.

“Give her back!” Bunme started to cry, stomping her feet as she reached her free arm for her baby doll. “yeye ni mmoja wangu wa onle.” She moaned in Swahili. (she’s my only one!)

The stubborn instructor looked down at a weeping Bunme with disdain. “This child is out of control!”

“The only thing that will be out of control is my temper if you do not release both her and that doll immediately.” Came T’Challa’s dangerously calm voice from behind the chaotic scene causing all eyes to fall on him. “Now.” As though Bunme’s touch burned her, the frightened teacher practically thrust the doll into the little girl’s chest after letting go of her arm.

Bunme immediately ran over to T’Challa, the king bending down to pick her up as she buried her face into his neck, crying softly as he attempted to calm her down by rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry, Kitty.” She hiccuped into his skin. “I-I-I- didn’t mean it. She…she called mommy a-a-a freak.” He turned his head as she lifted hers to look at him, her lip quivering with fear. “Please don’t hate me.”

It was at that moment he knew that someone, possibly several people, was getting fired.

“Never.” He vowed, kissing her cheek, and laying her head against his shoulder, a small sense of satisfaction filling his soul when he felt her shaky cries start to subside.

“What is going on?” He hissed, his voice demanding answers. Immediately.

Ayo was the first to speak. “My king-“

“Not you.” He cut her off with the sharpness of a man who truly was incensed and eager for an explanation, one that better have brought satisfaction. “Them.” He’d switched over to Xhosa, not wanting Bunme to hear the possible profanities that were bound to leave his mouth.

Both teachers gulped, Bunme’s realizing that it’d be best if she were to start things off.

“There was a dispute between Bun and another student,” she gestured down to an equally nervous Sessi. “Words were exchanged-“

“And where were you when these words were being exchanged?”

Her mouth faltered as she quickly thought up a lie. “My king, I was tending to another set of children who needed my attention-“

Too bad he saw right through it. Yet, if he were to call her out on her dishonesty, he truly would have lost his temper, exacerbating Bunme’s fear. He didn’t want that, so he decided to feed into this story that she was feeding him.

“And Bunme did not?”

“Truly, it is unrealistic to expect me to be able to keep an eye on 25 children every second of the day-“

“What I expect is for you to do your job, something you are clearly incapable and incompetent at doing.” He chastised with all of the glacial connotations of an infuriated royal. “Consider yourself relieved of your duties.”

The woman gasped but kept her head low as she knew better than to argue with the king, especially with his general, the formidable Okoye, to his right and the child who he held a special likening to, in his arms.

“And you,” he turned his venomous glare onto the other instructor. “I could have you thrown in the prisons for putting your hands on her. She is of royal blood.”

“My king, do you not even care to know what she did-“

“Interrupt me again and your firing will be least of your worries,” he spat. “I could hear you from down the hall. How dare you say that she is out of control? You are not her mother. You are not even her teacher. And you should thank Bast that I am the one handling your disciplinarian actions instead of her mother or else the situation would be very different, I can assure you that.”

“I am truly sor-“

T’Challa turned on his heel and walked out right as she was in the midst of apologizing, the sound of Okoye coldly informing the women that they had one hour after the last child was picked up to clear out their things filling his ears.

“Kitty.” Bunme’s soft voice broke through as he stopped in the middle of the hall to give her his undivided attention.

“Yes, sam isipho?” He was extremely mindful of his tone this time around, aware that any sign of hostility might be misinterpreted as being directed toward her.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered sadly.

He sighed and carefully dropped to one knee, forcing her to stand as he brought his hands to her arms. “Do you know what the name Bunme means?” She nodded slowly. “What?”

“My gift.” He absolutely loathed how low she was speaking, the complete opposite of her usual volume. Bast, he hoped this worked.

“And do you know what sam isipho means?” She shook her head ’no.’ “In my language, Xhosa, it means ‘my gift’.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up as the faintest of smiles appeared on her face. “But wait.” She frowned again thus causing him to do the same. “You didn’t buy or make me like mommy did.”

“No, I did not.” For some reason, her words brought a certain sadness to his soul, especially the ‘make me,’ but he brushed it to the side. “But you see, Bunme, some gifts are given to us,” his smile faltered as he reached out to cup her right cheek. “-even when we least expect them.”

She squinted one eye and tilted her head into his hand. “Like ice cream?”

“Yes, sam isipho. Like, ice cream.” He smiled and laughed softly before eyeing her face. “And do people usually get mad at gifts?”

She shook her head and giggled lightly. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He winked and brought his hand to hold her much smaller one. “Do you feel better now or would you like to return to the palace?”

She shook her head and brought her dolly to her chest. “I wanna be with you.”

His heart swelled as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. It was the perfect answer as he needed her far away from the premises. At least, for a few more hours.

She and Nala.

“And be with me you shall, little one. Be with me you shall.”

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“I’m so happy!” Bunme squealed, trekking through the Forest of Solitude, her doll in one hand, two Doras in front of her and two behind her.

Okoye and T’Challa trailed not too far behind as to stand both watch and to converse in light conversation.

“That was quite a show you put on back at the school,” she commented causing the king to look at her out the corner of his eye. “I agree with your decisions, of course, but I am just saying-“

“What, general?” He sighed, chuckling as he watched Bunme start to skip through the greenery. “What are you saying?”

“Word of your favoritism for will spread.”

“It is not favoritism if it is what is right.”

“The truth always gets distorted in transit.” She reminded with a raised brow.

He remained quiet for a moment as Bunme started to question one of the Doras about something relating to the mountain in the distance. The mountain that was located on Panther Island.

“I make it no secret as to how I feel about her mother.” He finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. “What kind of man would I be if I did not accept her daughter as well?”

“I would expect no less, my king,” Okoye smirked then narrowed her eyes. “I take it you two have finally come to a compromise as she’s allowed you to take her child without her being in attendance.” A beat. “Praise Bast because I was just about ready to impale that stubborn woman.”

“Okoye…” She turned up her nose and reluctantly spared him a glance. “Be nice.” The general waved him off just as Bunme ran up to them, wide-eyed, mouth ajar.

“You have a kitty island?” The king looked up at the four Doras who all expressed various looks of ‘she asked, we had to tell her something’. He shut his eyes. “I wanna go!” She started to bounce on the heels of her feet. T’Challa slyly stood up and looked over at Okoye.

“Absolutely not,” she started out in a low, harsher whisper. “You and I both know what will happen if we ta-“

“Oooh! Can I get a baby kitty?” Both the king and his warrior shut their eyes as Bunme grabbed onto T’Chala’s pant legs, her head dropping as did her voice. “No one’s ever given me anything before except for my dolly.”

The two adults looked down at the little girl, a sense of guilt eating at them once her words hit the air. T’Challa wondered if that was the reason she clung to it so closely. Obviously, she meant no one outside of her mother, but whoever gave it to her must have been special to her.

He made a note to ask Nala who.

Okoye shook her head and started to walk away from the two.

“I shall prepare the Talon.”

♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔

Nala knew that a day at the hair salon would be just that - a daylong event. However, she soon got the feeling that something suspicious was going on.

For instance, every hour or so, Nakia or Shuri, mostly Nakia, would receive a call that forced either woman to leave out the salon, upsetting her stylist. Even that did not make sense as Nakia’s hair took the least amount of time.

But what really tipped her off was when all four women were done and the other three were, for some reason, content on staying at the salon.

They claimed that they could stay there and talk. After, Nala’s hair was done, she was ready to go. 

Nala’s argument was that she wanted to be at the palace when T’Challa and Bunme got home but the other females argued that she was being too overprotective.

However, she really wanted to point out that none of them had children and consequently had no room to talk, but she remembered what Hawla told her about her miscarriage and the fact that she was currently with child.

She kept her comment to herself and decided to go along.

At one point, Nala was damn near ready to find her way back even if she and Dumi had to walk when Nakia suddenly decided it was time for them go home.

Something else she found strange: Hawla decided to go with them instead of heading home even though M’Baku had specifically asked her to come straight back to the Lands as soon as she was done.

And the nail in the coffin was when both sets of groups ended up arriving at the palace at the same exact time.

Yes….something was definitely going on.

“Bun Bun!” Nala shouted once she stepped off the jet, her eyes landing on her baby girl.

“Mommy!” Bunme yelled, breaking from T’Challa and running toward her mother, Nala lifting her and spinning her around. “I missed you!”

Nala smothered her in kisses. “I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?”

She nodded furiously. “It was the best day ever, mommy! Kitty is the best! He got me Little kitty! You can come with us next time!”

Nala laughed, placing her daughter back on the ground. “I’m glad.” She frowned when she caught onto something else. “Little kitty?”

“Come see!” Bunme grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the T’Challa’s Royal Talon, the king placing a small hand on her back that caught her by surprise.

“Keep an open mind.” He said in a hushed voice.

She furrowed her brows. “About wh-“ Her stomach dropped as she watched two Doras help a small, black panther off the jet, Bunme running up to it, petting and hugging the animal. She snapped her head in his direction. “You didn’t.”

“Nala-“

“I am going to kill you in your sleep.” She threatened through a gritted smile.

“Isn’t she cute, mommy?” Bunme squealed, laying her head on the animal who offered no reaction except to try and rub her head over Bunme’s. “I named her Little Kitty.”

“She’s adorable, sweetie.” Nala chuckled through a nervous smile before grabbing the prince by his arm and dragging him away from her daughter’s earshot.

“A fish, a dog, a regular cat even!” She paced across the ground, the king finding it extremely difficult to pay any attention to the exasperation in her voice and the frustration in her eyes with the sway of her hips and the jiggle in her ass. “But no, you come back with a Panther? A Panther, T’Challa?!”

“She wanted one.” Was his simple reply.

Her eyes bugged out. “She also once asked for a baby giraffe, but do you think I went and found one for her?” Nala nearly smacked the man standing across from her as she noticed the wheels turning in his head, an indication that he was contemplating fulfilling that request as well. “T’Challa!”

“I am sorry.” He broke out of his trance and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I should have discussed it with you first.”

“There would have been nothing to discuss because my answer would have been no.” She affirmed.

He sighed. “She…there was an incident at the school.”

Her heart sped up. “What? What happened? Why was I not called?” She turned around to look at Bunme and then him. “Is she alright?”

He shook his head. “She is fine, and I just so happened to walk in as it was transpiring. Apparently, another student said something about you that incensed her, and she used her powers.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N gasped and covered her mouth. “Is she-“

“The student is fine, absolutely no harm came to the child, but the teacher was not properly supervising them, and it was because of that the situation escalated. Then, another had the gall to have Bunme’s arm in her grasp after having taken her doll and saying that ‘this child is out of control.’”

“What?” Nala repeated as she felt her anger starting to build. Say and do what you want to her but come for her child and that was your life on the line. “She said that? Right in front of her?” T’Challa nodded. “Who is she? And how dare she put her hands on o-my child”

“It matters not. I have handled it. Both instructors have been released.”

Nala gasped. “You fired them?”

“On the spot.” He confirmed coldly, stepping closer as he watched her process all of the information. “I told you that I would take care of you, sthandwa sam.” He brought his lips to her forehead. “That includes her too.”

“Are ya’ll going to come inside or what?” Everyone turned to see Erik standing there with an annoyed expression, his eyes briefly falling on Nakia who was over with Bunme petting Little Kitty. “Been overseeing this all day. I need a nap or some sh-“

“Overseeing what?” Nala interjected before he could curse in front of her perceptive child. She looked up at the king. “What is he talking about?”

T’Challa smirked and called Bunme who sprinted over and giggled as he picked her up, pecking her cheek. “Come.” He grabbed Nala’s hand as the little girl held onto his neck.

“What-“ Nala stammered as she looked back to see Nakia, Hawla, and Shuri following behind with excited expressions. “T’Challa, what have you down now?”

“Patience, Nala.”

As they caught up with Erik and he heard his cousin call her Nala, it was the end of a personalized nickname between the two.

���Yeah, patience, Nalz.”

She glared as they made it into the palace, the princess anxieties growing with each step that they took. It seemed as though the premises expanded in size by the day. No wonder she often found herself getting lost on a daily basis.

“Oooh! Can I call you Scar?” Bunme asked Erik, causing both she and T’Challa to snicker while Erik maintained a straight face.

“That’s not funny.” He muttered, but not before agreeing, Nala wondering if her daughter somehow had another mutation that involved persuasion or mind control.

They traveled across the palace, reaching T’Challa’s wing, Nala almost nervous that they were damn near about to enter his chambers when they stopped a few doors down.

“Alright, I want you to close your eyes, okay?” He spoke to Bunme who quickly shut them while scrunching up her entire face.

“Yeah. Definitely in your sleep.” Nala mumbled as she could only imagine what was on the other side of the door, T’Challa ignoring her threat as he dropped her hand to turn the knob.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed loudly, forcing Bunme to prematurely open her eyes.

“Whoa!” She wiggled in T’Challa’s arms as he let her down, the little girl running around the playroom full of toys, dolls, and other electronics. “It’s so cool!” She threw her fists in the air and bent her little knees to jump up and down.

“This is really nice.” Nakia complimented as everybody started to walk around the spacious room, but the War Dog and Erik staying particularly close together.

“Do you like it?” He asked walking up to Bunme who was being shown a Wakandan tech toy by Shuri.

Bunme dropped her dolly and threw herself at his now kneeled form. “Thank you, kitty. It’s the best gift ever.”

He smiled softly and kissed her hair. “You are very welcome, sweetheart.”

“Come.” Hawla grabbed a still stunned Nala and dragged her across the room, opening up another door to reveal a walk-in wardrobe for Bunme. Nala scoffed, her eyes watering. “I helped with this because if it were up to the king to pick out clothes-“

“You guys did all this?” She cut off, her heart full of love. “I just,” she sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just, I don’t-“

“You are not used to people doing things for you,” Hawla said with a sad smile, grabbing her hands. “Well, we’ll just have to work on that, now, won’t we?”

Nala laughed softly and pulled her into a hug, her eyes landing on T’Challa who was standing at the threshold with a small smile.

The pregnant woman turned around and smirked, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

T’Challa mouthed a thank you to his dearest friend and allowed her to close the door behind her, his tall frame quickly ambling over to his lover.

“I still want to kill you in your sleep,” she mumbled, looking down at the ground as his hands went to her hips, her hands going to his biceps.

“I know.” He chuckled, lips going to her neck.

“Especially for that Panther. What does she even eat?”

“Humans.” Her eyes widened as he chuckled against her skin, pulling her body even closer to his. “Relax. I will take care of everything. I do not want you to worry about anything. Not anymore.”

Her eyes shut as his hands moved down to cup her ass, “T’Challa.”

“Hmm.”

She moved her hands up to grab his face, her eyes misting over as she licked her lips. “Thank you.”

“Eh,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to cover hers when the door was opened, revealing Dumi who Nala immediately realized had been MIA since they’d arrived back to the palace.

He really did not like T’Challa. That….that was going to be a problem.

T’Challa suddenly had a strong urge to end the guard’s life right then and there.

“Forgive me.” He didn’t sound sorry, not at all, but it was the item in his hand that caught her attention. A phone. “Your sister.”

At that, Nala immediately broke away and grabbed it from him, sending T’Challa a contrite expression. “I have to take this.”

He certainly looked disappointed but grabbed her hand. “Follow me.”

She watched in confusion as he led her through a different door off Bunme’s closet that took them into another closet.

Her closet.

She marveled around the room full of designer clothes, shoes, handbags, and accessories, her heart overcome with emotion.

“Take as much time as you need.” He whispered, kissing her temple before leaving her alone.

She was so overcome by the magnitude of his lavish generosity that she almost forgot her sister was on the line. “H-h-hello.”

“What do you want? Why the hell do you keep call-“

“I have to tell him.” She breathed, walking over to a glass full of at least 500k worth of jewelry, and that was just one section of many in the large walk-in closet. “Anajah, I have to tell him the truth. He deserves to know. This isn’t right.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Her sister sighed in annoyance. “This is why I hate speaking-“

“T’Challa!”

There was a heavy pause on the other side. “You listen to me. You keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“No. I can’t.” Nala sniffled as she leaned back against a wall. “I can’t keep hurting him like this.”

“Hurting him? Y/N…..where are you?”

She shut her eyes. “Wakanda.”

“Goddamn it!” Anajah cursed as other sounds of objects being thrown were heard. “How the hell did you…..do you have any idea how bad this is?!”

“Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? Keeping this secret from him?” She countered quietly. “It’s killing me! Lying to him like this! I feel awful! He’s too good a man to continue to deceive like this, sister!”

Again, Anajah paused. “You’re falling for him again, aren’t you?”

Her mouth quivered. “I never stopped.”

Silence

“Y/N, do you remember when King Chike came to visit Niganda?”

Nala hesitated before she recalled the handsome but pompous young king who her parents engaged in business with when she was a young girl. There was always something about him that rubbed her the wrong way.

“Yes, but what-“

“He and his wife were unable to have children, but they did not want a surrogate who was a commoner.” Nala frowned, still not following. “He took a likening to me.”

Her heart stopped. “No…”

“I did not go to boarding school, Y/N. I went to give birth to his child after being prostituted in exchange for weapons and money.” Anajah spoke with a shaky voice, her anger mixed with her pain. “I was fucking seventeen and our parents gave me away to him, to be his whore, and when I tried to refuse….they….they threatened to have you, Belay, and a number of our people killed.”

“Oh my God.” Nala wanted to throw up, her stomach upside down as she started to slide down against the wall. She always knew that their parents were sick, but this was beyond sick. It was demented. A new level of evil. “Anajah, I did not….”

“Of course, you didn’t. You didn’t have to worry about that. They wouldn’t have pimped you out because they viewed your mutation as a hindrance.” She spat harshly before softening her voice. “That….that is why I’ve always despised you. What you thought a curse was really a blessing.”

Nala shut her eyes and dropped her head. “I wanted my baby, sister. I might have hated how he or she was conceived, but it was still mine. I grew to love it in the nine months that he was in my womb, but as part of the deal, I was not even allowed to see or hold him once he was born.” Anajah started to cry on the other end. “And I see him, hear them talk about the smart prince on the news, my son, and there is nothing that I can do about it. You can’t possibly begin to imagine what that feels like.”

Nala’s heart broke for her sister. She’d always thought the woman cold and cruel only to now find out she was just as broken as she was. “You told me to lie….to protect me.”

“You wanted to keep your baby….it was the only way…..it still is.” Anajah sniffled on the other end. “If you tell him the truth, he will tell the world and they will find out and use our people’s lives as collateral to try and get you to blackmail him into getting weapons and funds to continue to supply this senseless war in exchange for being in his daughter’s life.”

Nala started to breathe heavily because she knew that her sister right. She couldn’t even begin to think about how T’Challa would respond to such a situation, but she knew her parents. They wouldn’t hesitate to start killing people if they didn’t get what they wanted.

Starting with their own flesh and blood.

“But Wakanda was thought to be destitute back then. At least, that was the thought so why would they try to extort such a supposedly poor nation?” Nala pressed, frowning when nothing was heard. “Anajah?”

“Do you know who Ulysses S. Klaue is?”

Nala quieted. “The name sounds familiar-“

“He is a notorious thief, assassin, wanted all over the world for a plethora of crimes, but the most infamous of his acts? The murder of King T’Chaka of Wakanda.” Again, Nala’s heart stopped. “Do you know how he gained knowledge of Wakanda and her true nature? Why he went there?”

“Please don’t-“ Nala started to cry, her chin against her check.

“A war dog from Wakanda that was stationed in Niganda was captured and tortured for information, leading to us learning about Vibranium. Mother and father were…curious, so they hired Klaue-“

“No,” Nala was in full on sobs now.

“Our parents are responsible for the death of his father.”

“You’re lying!” Nala shouted as she covered her hand with her mouth.

"You fool! Don’t you see? There is no happy ending for you! No outcome where you get everything that you want! You have to make a decision, just as I did: your child or your country and your people. The minute that you open your mouth is the minute that you lose everything. It’s the key to your undoing. This is about more than you could ever imagine.” A beat. “You could ruin us all.”

Let me just say.....

I TRIED TO WARN YOU ALL!!!!!

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And yes.....this changes a lot.

And we just getting started. 👀👀👀

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A Tale Of Two Rulers: Royal Baby Chapter Four

A/N: This chapter has one scene that was very different from the comic; what if Zelda (during the bath scene) told Ganondorf the truth about Rinku being the reincarnation of Link and he didn't react the way she feared. I thought that seemed interesting, but that's just a 'what if?' thing.  Also, other characters such as Skull Kid and with the exception of Impa, will be only mentioned since the series are mainly focused on Zelgan and family bonding with Zelda, Ganondorf and Rinku.

*Update- Just saw the latest page of AToTR and maybe I will include Skull Kid or at least still only mention him. We'll see either way....

Disclaimer: A Tale of Two Rulers is @figmentforms original work. I'm simply re-writing this as fanfiction, nothing else.

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The next morning, sometime after breakfast, Rinku was in the workshop, working on a project until she met with her prankster best friend, Skull Kid. At one point while catching up with each other, she began to have frightening flashbacks, felt dizzy, and fainted as she landed on her head, bumping her into unconsciousness. A golden triangle appeared on the back of her right hand, glowing. Then, Zelda came in the workshop with a math book for Rinku's lessons for the day. "Rinku, it's time for you math lessons."

Zelda gasped at the sight of her daughter on the floor unresponsive, dropping the book in horror. She rushed to Rinku's side.

"RINKU! Oh, my God! Rinku, sweetie, are you okay?" she asked her, worried sick as she held her close. Seeing the triangle on Rinku's hand, Zelda became terrified. She picked her up, and took her to her bedroom, calling a doctor to check on her. Zelda couldn't afford to let Ganondorf see that.

A few moments later, after the doctor checked Rinku and bandaged her head, he said that she just had a minor concussion and needs to get plenty of rest until she is completely recovered.

Ganondorf came into Rinku's bedroom as soon as he heard of her injury. Rinku woke up and saw her parents in her room with her mother at her side.

Zelda was glad that the golden triangle vanished just in the nick of time. She hated to see how Ganondorf reacted If he saw that.

She hugged Rinku, "Oh, honey. You scared me." Rinku hugged Zelda back, "I'm fine now, Mama." Then, she tried to get up from her bed, but Ganondorf stopped her.

"No, Rinku. You must stay here to rest. The doctor said it's best to do so." He said as sat next to his adoptive daughter.

"Dad, I had really crazy and scary visions before it all went." Rinku said, frightened.

"You mean you somehow had a nightmare?" Ganondorf asked. "Yeah." Rinku responded.

Zelda simply looks at Rinku, worried. She can barely imagine what her daughter might have seen in those visions. Her worst fear is that Rinku may eventually remember that she is Link and Ganondorf may have figured that out and attempt to kill her.

Zelda snapped out of her deep, concerning thoughts and said "Rinku, sweetie, I think it's best that you stay and bed."

"Your mother is right, Rinku. Don't dwell on that, it's only a bad dream. You'll recover soon enough." Ganondorf put his hand on Rinku's shoulder in comfort and reassurance.

"Okay, Dad. I better get some rest now." Rinku said to him as she rests her head on the pillow before the king and queen left.

Zelda sighed a bit. Still, this was really stressing her out, but she'd better not think about this. She hated to hide this from Ganondorf, but it's for the best for now.

A week has passed and Rinku has recovered from her head injury. One afternoon, Zelda and Ganondorf were in the middle of their bath. After having a dilemma about what to tell him about Rinku, Zelda decided that it might be best to come clean with Ganondorf, but do it subtly with directly saying it. She tries her best not to upset him to such a degree. He was washing his hair while she was washing her arms.

Zelda looks at him, worried, as he rinsed his hair, "Ganondorf, would you mind if I asked you something?"

He stopped and turned to her, "Of course. Is there anything on your mind, Zelda? You can tell me what it is so we can resume our bath." Ganondorf can tell something is upset Zelda and whatever she has to say might not be pleasant.

Zelda heaved a heavy sigh and said, "Well, I was wondering... if you found out who the reincarnation of Link was, how would you react?"

It didn't take long for Ganondorf to realize that Zelda was referring to Rinku. "What?! So, you mean to tell me that little fool of a hero, Link is dead and our daughter is his reincarnation?! Zelda, why didn't you say anything to me sooner?!" He exclaimed in absolute shock. Luckily, he didn't lose his temper with Zelda. He remembered assuming that Link was still alive and fathered Rinku with her before the royal wedding.

 "Well, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just tell you like it wasn't a big deal. I didn't know how you would react and I couldn't risk Rinku's life if I told right from the start." Zelda said, before looking down with tears forming in her eyes.

Seeing Zelda crying, Ganondorf felt bad for her despite having a strong hatred for Link. Even if he somehow knew, he never wanted to kill his own adoptive daughter. He cupped Zelda's cheeks and wiped the tears away from her eyes with his thumbs. "Zelda, look at me. I understand, now. I always thought that Link was still alive until now. I had no idea."

Zelda looked at him, "I was really scared. I never wanted to hide the truth from you, but I had to. I did it because I was so afraid."

"Zelda, I know why you did. At least you meant well by protecting her." Ganondorf said.

Zelda simply hugged him. She was glad that he wasn't angry with her. He hugged her back. Then, he said as he pulled away, "Now, why don't we rinse off and get dressed? I want to show you what Rinku and I did with the nursery, speaking of which." Ganondorf wants to surprise Zelda and make her feel better.

Zelda smiled at him. She was curious about how the nursery turned out. "I'd love to see it." she said.  

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Dana Don’t Lie_Part 4

This takes place after The Oasis. As usual you can see all the parts listed for this series, along with other fanfics in my Black Panther Masterlist.  

At the time of watching this I was rewatching alot of old Madea plays/movies and got a lot jokes/ideas/inspiration from those.

Disclaimer:  Nothing really, Erik will be Erik so use of the N-word.

Part 4

Erik knew there was a chance that his past could catch up to him however he knew that this time was false. He didn’t sleep with her. Now he needed you to hear him and more than that believe him.

Aquaneesha was whining about something again.

“Does she have to be here?” Erik complained as the group walked into the center.

“Obviously…” Shuri said annoyed as disappeared into the back.

“Hold him, Erik!” Aquaneesha was saying, trying to give the 3 year old boy to him.

Erik pulled away, “Stop.”

“He’s your son! Hold him!”

Erik spun around to face Aquaneesha, “I’m about ready to strike you, you know.”

“Do it and you’ll be in jail.” Aquaneesha threatened.

“Please….” T’challa tried to be the voice of reason while Nakia wandered around to find you.

She tried the first place which was the tarp that separated the wall you were working on from the rest of the lobby.

Pulling it back she could see that you had your earbuds in and was painting on the wall.

“Please nothing, cuz. Step back…” Erik said pushing his cousin out the way. He glared down at Aquaneesha, “So help me if you mess this up for me…..”

“You the one done messed up!” the young lady cried.

T’Challa then forcibly dragged Erik into the back as Shuri came out. Erik was cussing and fighting and T’Challa had to throw him into a nearby room and  push him into the chair.

“I need you to calm down, N’Jadaka!” T’Challa’s voice was smooth.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Not when that ho is coming in here bring all this drama.”

“Is the baby yours?”

“No!”

T’Challa eyed his cousin and Erik sighed running his hands through his locs.

“The baby isn’t mine. Really.” He looked up at his cousin.

T’Challa nodded accepting this, “Okay. Now tell me the story. How do you know her?”

“I should talk to Y/N. Try and see if I can explain….”

Erik moved to get up but T’Challa hand on his shoulder stilled him. “You know how Y/N is. She doesn’t like excess drama.”

“Yeah, she probably won’t listen to me now, eh?” Erik sighed and sat back in his chair slumping down.

“It don’t think it’s a matter of her listening to you. Until the test it done, you know she will have reservations. Now tell me the story…..”

Music blared in your ears as you painted, shutting the outside world out. The wall painting was almost finished. You had been working on it for a couple of weeks. You estimated about another week or so and you’ll be done. You were quite happy with the work so far as challenging as it was.

You bobbed your head absently as the tarp was pulled back. You didn’t hear it but you felt the soft touch to your shoulder and looked up.

“T’Challa….” you said turning off your mp3 player and setting it aside.

The King smiled and took a seat on the floor next to you, “Is it wise to be working on that in this state of mind?”

“It relaxes me.” you said with a shrug turning back to your painting.

T’Challa nodded and there was silence for a long moment. “N’Jadaka wishes to speak with you.”

You gave him an amused smile, “What, you running point?”

“Wait a minute, I know this one” T’Challa said shaking his finger, “It means running interference right? Making sure things go smoothly?”

You nodded trying not to laugh. T’Challa gave a boyish grin, “Then yes, I’m running point. Someone has to.”

“Clearly won’t be her….” you said turning back to your painting.

You barely formed a good stroke before T’Challa reached out and gently grabbed your wrist to stop you. You looked at him.

“Sister Y/N, I know you are angry. You get quiet when you get angry almost closed off. I’m letting you know that we are here. You don’t have to deal with this yourself.”

You gave a weak smile.

T’Challa give you a sideways hug, “He told me the story, Y/N. At least hear him out. Okay?’

You nodded slowly. T’Challa gave a smile and stood before resting his hand on top of your head for a moment. Then he exited. A few seconds later Erik entered.

You knew he was standing behind you but you didn't’ look back at him. You fiddled with your brush nervously. You weren’t really sure what to say or do.

“Cuz said it was alright for me to be here. Is it?” Erik had his hands stuffed in his pocket and he looked down at you. He could easily read the tension in your back.

You nodded but Erik still didn’t sit down. Instead he shuffled on his feet and looked up at the painting, “You do good, ma. This is gonna be a masterpiece when you done.”

Erik was pleased to hear you chuckle behind that. Again an awkward silence that was rare between the two of you settled.

“That ain’t my baby….”

He just watch your head bob but you didn’t say anything. Erik squatted on his haunches and looked at you, “ here are times I wish you would like other women, cussing and fighting.  At least that I know where you stand. This is one of those times.”

He was greeted with silence.

“Come on, baby girl you got to tell me something.  I know you're angry with me.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say” You finally murmured.

“Anything. Everything.” Erik licked his lips eyes on you, “At least, can I explain?”

You gave a shrug, “Don’t know what you are waiting for.”

Erik felt his hackles rise, “You gonna hear me or you already condemned me.”

You glared at him then, “You know I don’t roll like that.”

“It’s what you are acting like.” Erik hissed.

“Erik, are you are trying to start a fight with me?” You raised an eyebrow.

Erik gave a long sigh his rising anger disappearing, “No, I ain’t.”

“Then explain it to me. Don’t tell me what or how I think. If you have something to say, say it. If you don’t then don’t but I’m not gonna play games with you. I’m not gonna go back and forth with you.”

Erik was silent a long moment before he dropped his behind to the ground and crossed his legs still facing you.

“Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I did have a baby somewhere, and a baby mama or two.” he started before looking up at you, “But I swear this one ain’t mine.  She's crazy.  What happened was…..”

You interrupted them, “ Do I even really want to hear this? I don’t want details of you escapades, Erik. I can surmise your past without it.”

Erik gave a sigh, “I promise this is something you will want to hear and it’s not graphic. I won’t bleed your ears.”

You gave a slow nod and he continued,  “I did not have relations with that woman.  it's all in her head and this time it’s true. Yes, we met at a club but the only reason I remember her is because of how clingy she was. I didn't like it then and I don't like it now.  but she spent time in the club trying to get me,  but I ended up going with one of her friends.  And that's friend I…..”

Erik sucked his teeth once, “....but with her I never did.   I bet you that she saw me on TV  and it brought back all that memory.  I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to put this baby on me. But I ain’t the nigga that knocked her Up.”

He couldn’t accurately read your expression so he continued, “Look, I handle my responsibilities. I know I screwed up many times and if my past comes a knocking I’ll deal with. I wouldn’t run from it.  If a baby momma came in here,  I’d own up to it. But she can’t put on me what I didn’t do. I didn’t even tap that.”

He sighed then and ran a hand down his face, “I just want you to believe me. Y/N…..”

You gaze at Erik a long while before you finally nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Hm.”

You turned back to the wall. You didn't really feel like painting anymore. Silence drifted a long while before you heard.

“Are we we gonna be okay?” Erik asked.

You turned and looked at him.

“Is there a reason you think we aren’t” you asked.

Erik was watching you carefully, “I know women like you, good women, don’t like dealing with baby mama drama.”  

“Very true…” here you gave a smirk, “...but she isn’t your baby mama now is she?”

Erik’s mouth quirked, “True. True. But what if one came one day?”

He had realized he almost stopped breathing.

You gave a sigh and dropped your head once. Popping it back up you looked at him. “You really don’t know?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer,  “Erik I know you did things. There are probably things you’ve done that I would thank you never to tell me. I’m not gonna hold your past against you but I’m also not gonna be a part of this mess either.”

You held up your hand when he opened his mouth, “I believe you, N’Jadaka, I do.”

Lowering your hand you continued gazing at him steadily, “This is not your mess but whether it was or not, I won’t be apart of it. If a baby mama come here and we are still together you will deal it. Not me. I didn’t make the mess and I won’t clean it up and I won’t be a part of it. I’m not trying to stage some Maury drama here. I will remove myself from the situation as I did today. The rest will be on you.”

You held his gaze a long moment before turning to look back at the wall. After a moment you felt Erik shift as two arms circle your shoulders. You leaned back into his chest. You didn’t say anything and he didn’t either for awhile. You all just sat like that.

Erik always knew you were different from the usual women he….well he didn’t go out with them did he? So that wasn’t accurate. But either way, you weren’t the type to fight unless absolutely necessary. It was a balance that Erik didn’t know he needed until he met you. He was always ready to fight, even after turning over a new leaf the firecracker in him still existed. He was less likely to start a fight then long ago but he was still ready to pop off at any moment.

With most women he dealt with, that lead to loud arguments. They would get into screaming matches and cussing fits. At that point it was about having the last word and winning an the argument in general not about the point of said argument. Which usually got lost by the time they stopped screaming at each other.

However with you, winning an argument wasn’t high on your list. It was about what was said. More than that, you spent a lot of time listening. That was one thing that Erik came to love about you. You listened more than you spoke, so that when you did speak, you usually had thought through baser emotions.

A quirk that Erik noticed about you was that your voice lowered and got softer the angrier you got.  He could never quite understand how that worked.There was times, like just now, when his hackles would rise and he would be ready to pop off but unlike other women you didn’t allow it to bait you. A lot of times you would just look at him without saying anything. (Though he didn’t want to admit it, that was a time you had the ability to make him feel like a fool...)

There were even times depending on how bad it got, you would stare at him a good long moment before walking away. He remembered the first time that happened, about a week after he claimed you as his girlfriend. Or as he liked to say, his woman. Girlfriend was for high school. Erik didn’t want to admit it even now but it almost sent him into a panic attack once the initial shock wore off. He thought he lost you that day and had he, it would have been no ones fault but his own.

You felt his chest rumble before you heard him speak, ““Y/N, I won't let nothing break us apart.  You my woman now. Imma do right by you.”

You smiled a little at his words.

[katestinyliving]

I have been so behind on creating this post. This past week has been so hard for me for multiple reasons. None of which I’m specifically comfortable going on a public level about so for the sake of privacy and sanity, I’m keeping it private. I’ve had a lot of highs and a lot of lows. A lot of “talk downs” from Tristan, my parents, and Asa.  It’s so dangerously close to Christmas, and I’ve been overwhelmed by to-do lists, anxiety, and fear.

Needless to say, crying is my new thing. Waterproof mascara is my beauty essential. I don’t think there’s a foundation in the world created to withstand the floodgate that is attached to my face, so I don’t even try. 

I’ve been afraid of not getting my to-do list done by a deadline. Which is a big one for me. I am a planner. I like lists. I like checking things off and moving forward. But to be honest and 100% transparent I’ve had fear of not making enough money to be able to afford finishing the house or being able to afford a wedding… Etc. And by wedding, I’m not meaning some elaborate thing. I want simple. I want stress free. Anything flashy, showy, or that REMOTELY sounds like it could cause me any stress or drama is out. I don’t want it. And all of that goes for my house too. I just want zero drama.

And in reality I know the money is there. I know it will come. I’ve been diligent, praying, and asking for God to send me work and to help me recognize the opportunities He brings my way and to have wisdom with those opportunities. And He does. I know God provides because He has been providing for me every step of the way. I could tell you THOUSANDS of wild stories where God’s provided for me. But all of that is easier said than believed when you’re going through the thick of it and you’re hearing all these voices of discouragement in your head saying, “It ain’t gonna happen. How’s this gonna happen? You’re gonna finish your house, and get married within 5 months? HA!”

Isn’t it wild how God can do amazing things for us, and then when stress hits again, in that moment we sometimes totally forget how amazing and capable He is? Or is it just me? Cause I lose my mind and turn into an blubbering idiot, almost every time it feels like.

This does not mean I am labeled a doubter. This does not mean I don’t trust Him. This does mean I am human. This does mean I have struggles. This does mean I am learning and growing. And this does mean I am a child of the King.

Even Jesus himself in the garden of Gethsemane struggled! God himself in the form of man wept and had so much agony from stress, he sweat BLOOD. Jesus Christ experienced hematidrosis while praying in the garden of Gethsemane before his crucification. That is insane.

“And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.” Luke 22:44

So I think if anyone understands my humanity, the battle of overcoming it, and needing help from the Father, it would be Jesus.

When you walk through the fire with Him… stuff gets real. FAST. And any honest, true believer, devoted, loving Christian worth their salt will tell you that it’s not all peaches and cream walking with Jesus. There’s a whole lot of humility, fear, and worry with learning to trust God. Even when He’s done miraculous things in the past, and you KNOW He will be right there with you through the fire again… It’s hard. And because it’s hard, doesn’t make you any more or less of a Christian. It just means where your at is hard. It’s growing pains. The process is hard. The journey is hard and it’s harder when you don’t include Jesus in your journey, or when you forget that He wants to be included in your journey. So we have to constantly invite Him into our situations and say, “Okay God. I’m here. Here is this thing. Help me to surrender. Help me to learn and to trust You during this time. It sucks and I hate it, but here’s where I’m at with it. Help me.”  

But anyways, I’m getting off topic. I never started this post with the intention of getting that deep into my personal walk with Christ or being that transparent about it.

Maybe I will make a blog post going in-depth about it and about all the drama I have going on in my head, but I really want to get to the details of Construction Saturday.

Anywayssss… 

This post is about last week’s Construction Saturday. Last Saturday I woke up to Daddy revving a chainsaw outside of my window getting ready to cut a tree down. This tree has been looking crazy dangerous and shady now for years, and we were all starting to get paranoid it was going to fall on someone’s vehicle(especially Asa’s), so the day finally came for it to come down.

Asa couldn’t be there that morning because he’s been having to work Saturdays lately. Which is sad, because I miss him terribly and it’s something I’ve been trying hard to gracefully adjust to. Plus it’s difficult because he’s genuinely a God-send when it comes to construction. I’m insanely proud of him. His long arms, strength, persistence, level-head, and height seriously helps SO much on construction days. And he has a calming presence for me, and I need that because I’m everything but calm. Plus he’s really good at following instructions, which is a trait I feel like is in short supply these days.

But instead of going all out on the house first thing that morning, Tony, Mama, and I decided to help Daddy clear the driveway. Which I enjoyed a lot. It was fun working as a team doing something different. And then afterwards, to my surprise, Daddy stayed that Saturday and helped us build the house. He’s usually doing ministry work or running his business, so it’s a lucky day when he can help me work on my house. Which was a God-send because he’s incredible at building things and the more fellas around with the muscle and the know-how, the better.

One thing that I think I really underestimated when I said I wanted to build my house was my own muscle strength.

I am not very strong in the arms. I’m not exactly weak, but it is not as easy for me to lift things like I thought it would be. If this house teaches me anything at all, I think it’s that: I need help. A lot of help. I CAN NOT do this by myself.

And that’s okay. That’s where the true blessing comes in. That’s where true love comes in.

I’m thankful for my crew and for everyone that has helped me with this house. We’re not out of the woods with it yet, but we are getting closer every time we work together. And everyday, despite whatever crippling emotion I’m having at the time from all the stress, I know God’s in it. I know He’s teaching me. I know it’s gonna work out. It might not be my timing, but it will be His and that’s all that matters.

Be sure to hover over my photos or click on them. I’m gonna add some captions so you know what is going on. And if you’re curious about my photography at all you can follow me here, and here, and look here at my website.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful season of Christmas despite whatever stressful circumstances you may be facing right now. Jesus loves you. I love you. We care about you and I am praying for you. Whomever you are reading this, you matter to me and I am praying for you.

Merry Christmas.

-Katie

  This is right after the tree was cut down. Tony is inspecting it, while Daddy is cutting it up into movable pieces.

Tony always brings some kind of dessert to every event. He’s gonna make me fat, and I’m trying to get married. This is not the ideal situation, but it is a tasty one.

Close up of Daddy.

Cool angles. Yaknow. All about them angles.

This is Tony and Daddy making the best of the scrap pieces I had left over for the siding. Our goal was to trim out the windows and put siding on the windows.

I think you know what’s happening here.

Another angle of Daddy and Tony.

Man and his chainsaw. He cut up at least two other big old bushes that day. Daddy says it a dangerous time when a man buys a new chainsaw. Everything gets cut. This chainsaw isn’t new though, but I think the point is still there.

Biscuits Mama made for us! She keeps me going strong and happy. I love her so so so much!

Chalk line to keep things square!

Mama with a fancy dewalt finishing nailer. Us Weeks girls know about our tools and how to use them. I’m thankful for a Mama that has never let fear hold her back, as far as I know. Which has helped me and Tristan tremendously in having that “I can do anything I put my mind to” attitude. And forget about the whole gender thing. My whole life I knew I was just as good as a guy, thanks to my parents. When your born with no brothers, chores have no gender role. It’s “Girls! Do this. Do that!” Haha!

Daddy seeing if this piece of scrap will be long enough to cover the window.

Tony and Mama figuring out the measurements for the first window.

First window trim, done!

Holding the tape for Daddy.

Tony measuring to see the length of the glass I need to order for my stained glass Moon Phase window that Reflecting Light Stained Glass Studios will be making for me. I love custom pieces! https://www.reflectinglightstainedglass.com

Second window trimmed and finished!

Miter saws make life 100% more efficient and easier.

Third window finished! This is also my favorite window.

Mama working on taking apart the temporary table we made for the miter saw.

Wider angle, so you can see more of the house.

p.s. Please know that if someone else had the camera this day you would have seen me telling Tony to get off the ladder many times. Haha! I love him. He’s a crazy hard worker! I’m proud of my friend and could not have dreamed of a better person to learn from. Tony is a God-send. 100%!

12.16.17 | Tiny House Construction Saturday I have been so behind on creating this post. This past week has been so hard for me for multiple reasons.