#Yerrr out!

[inuiiwonderland]

Neige x gn reader

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Villain you who grew up to be a villain. To be evil and cruel and have zero love in your heart.

Villain you who was never really loved as a child. Only born to carry out your parent’s legacy. To show those wibbity bitty kings and queens, princesses and prince’s that evil is still around and they won’t live in peace as long as you are around.

Villain you who would sneer at the simple THOUGHT of loving something or someone. Why would you waste time on something so useless as love?

Villain you who stumbled upon a boy while walking deep into the forest near night raven college.

The boy was peacefully sleeping against a tree as birds, bunnies, deers, and other cute creatures surrounded him.

He looked at peace

Villain you who scoffed and rolled your eyes once you noticed that it was someone from Royal swords academy. How did the boy manage to get so far from his school? You have no clue anddd you could care less.

You turned around, ready to leave to go find another place to nap until the sound of someone’s voice makes you stop.

“Hello?”

You look over your shoulder only to see the boy staring. Wide eyes and rosy cheeks you scowl before turning back around and ignoring him.

“W-wait! Are you a night raven student?”

“Eh? Of course I am. What’s a royal sword academy student like yourself doing here?? Get lost you don’t belong here!” You say before turning back. Ready to walk away from him.

“Wait! What’s your name? My name is neige! Neige LeBlanche!” You ignore the boy as you kept walking.

Maybe he’ll get the hint and leave you alone.

Nope

He didn’t

The next thing you know, you hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind you before an out of breath Neige stands next to you.

“Y-you are a *gasps* fast walker!”

Yeah…

“What are you doing? Go back! I’m walking back to my school!”

“I have a friend who goes to night raven! Well, I’m not friends with him YET but we know each other!”

“I don’t care”

“So how was your day so far?”

Villain you, who from then on had a clingy royal student attached to their hip.

As days, weeks, and months go by, you suddenly started growing fond of someone your parents would obviously DESPISE.

Villain you who slowly started looking forward to spending time with neige and even letting him talk your ear off without the thought of cursing him.

Villain you who said yes to neige taking you out on a date. You two having a picnic near a lake. The place was beautiful. Surrounded by trees and vines while the lake water was crystal clear.

Villain you who was awkward. Not knowing what to say or do as this was your first time being taken out on a date. Neige beautiful brown eyes starting lovingly at you the whole time.

Love struck Neige who is literally IN LOVE with you. Ever since he woken up and saw you in that forest. His heart yearned for you.

Love struck Neige who finds it absolutely adorable how confused and shy you are. He offers you a strawberry and his heart flutters at the way your eyes light up as you take a bite of the sweet treat.

Villain you who later reveals that you never experienced such love and care before. To have zero love in your heart. How the only thing you know is evil. Because you were born to be evil.

Villain you who looks at neige when you utter out the words

“I don’t know what love feels like” As you then look away. Ashamed and embarrassed.

Love struck Neige who gently grabs your chin and turns you to look at him.

“Maybe I can teach you” He says softly as he looks deeply into your eyes.

In love

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YERRR um yeah im slowly getting out of my writers block.

If you understand the reference, MARRY ME

[avvocarlo]

I think australian and kiwi accents are actually quite laid back so it's extra jarring on top of that

the way the majority of american accents sound like nails on a chalkboard when you hear them in public

[arachine]

as a warm welcome for us becoming mutual now (yayy) I’D REALLY LIKE TO SPILL WHATS IN MY HEADD FOR THIRST HUAHAUA please i am a HUGE fan of size difference concept and??? that one oldest sully boy??? pretty sure when he’s in 20s he’ll have the same toned buff body like his daddy so yerrr imagine that soft big boy in heat— they mated! so it does not rule out they possibly can be in heat. just, how cute it is for his eyes to see his beloved one under him, overstimulated and all after handling his needy self, and he will just, peppers kisses there and here and saying something like, “you can do it one more time again for me, right? please, baby. just one more.”

— ngl i’m not that knowledgeable about heat cycles or anything like that so i didn’t wanna get too detailed…but this is how i would imagine this happening (if he were to ever go into heat).

anyway, the idea of neteyam going into heat and needing to fuck something real bad has me salivating. like…? your body is raging with hormones and you want little ol’ me? :((

i can just imagine him being so much more vocal, more whiny—and he’s not one to whine—you know, because he’s usually too preoccupied being the brooding older brother. whining was lo’ak’s job.

but once he’s got you under him, man, he doesn’t let up. just keeps rutting into to you like he’s got something to prove, laying stroke after stroke, plugging you up with all of his seed.

you’re so overstimulated that half of the time, you don’t even know what position’s he’s got you in. suddenly, you can’t tell up from down, left from right, right from left—you’re just pliant. a piece of clay for him to mold and bend into his vision.

“you are always so good for me,” he pants, “sosososo good.”followed after, “gonna f-fill you up real nice—give you a future olo’eyktan, hm?”

[roses-r-rosie3]

Annoying Customer

Wally West x M!Reader

Warnings: Crack, swearing, platonic relationship (but it could be romantic if you want🤷‍♂️)

Summary: The same guy always pulls up to the reader’s work place, order’s the same thing, and says the same thing each time he pulls, to the point where the reader immediately knows who it’s is, and his name was Wally West

A/n: This is also based off of something I found off of TikTok😭

F/f/n: Fast Food Name

Summary: “YES. YES. YES. A DOUBLE WESTERN BACON CHEESEBURGER WITH EXTRA BBQ SAUCE WITH THREE TENDERS, TWO RANCH, AND TWO BBQ SAUCES, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME WALLACE RUDOLPH WEST”

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“Welcome to f/f/n how may I help you” you asked.

“YERRR” the customer yelled out.

You immediately knew who this was, Wally fucking West. He always came to the same place, same time, said the same thing, and ordered the same thing every single day.

“Oh my gosh..” you sighed.

“It’s gonna be 12.78” you stated.

“Wait what happened” Wally said confusingly.

“12.78” you replied.

“I didn’t even order yet” Wally said.

“12.78 pull. To. The. Window” you said, making sure to punctuate out each and every word.

“Well- um! Lemme get uh- a double western bacon chee-”

“YES. YES. YES. A DOUBLE WESTERN BACON CHEESEBURGER WITH EXTRA BBQ SAUCE WITH THREE TENDERS, TWO RANCH, AND TWO BBQ SAUCES, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME WALLACE RUDOLPH WEST” you screamed.

“Well damn baby, how did you know it was me?” Wally asked.

“YOU’RE THE ONLY CUSTOMER IN MY DRIVE THRU SAYING “YERR” AT 2:55PM AND I CAN SMELL YOUR CHEAP ASS COLOGNE” you shouted.

Wally started cracking up a bit, but then he got a bright idea.

“I’m sorry, you need a raise, but yeah, let me get that and uh… and a chocolate shake! Yeah! Let me get a chocolate shake! Did you know I wanted a chocolate shake since you know everything? And add a-”

“WALLACE IF YOU DON’T PULL YOUR ASS AND STOP PLAYING WITH ME! I JUST CLOCKED IN! AND YOU’RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT! YOU DON’T DRINK MILK YOU DUMB ASS! FUCK! 12.78 PULL. UP. TO. THE. WINDOW” you yelled.

Bonus:

Wally had secretly recorded the whole thing and showed Dick while laughing his ass off.

“Was that really necessary Wally? That guy seems stressed out, and how does he know that you’re lactose intolerant?” Dick asked.

“Don’t worry about that! Just watch the video! It gets better!” Wally laughed.

[divinelolita]

TOM KAULITZ X M! READER: PRAISE

tw: sub! reader, dom! tom, praise, oral sex, deepthroating, choking and gagging, dacryphillia

・yerrr i love tom i want him omd

"Oh, shit, you're good."

Tom whispers lowly, his fingers reaching down to tangle into your hair. His eyes watched intently as your togue sticked out, swirling it softly around the head of his cock. Pre cum oozed from his slit, and he'd curse everytime he saw you lap it up.

"Such a pretty boy, taking my cock so well huh?..." He purrs, smirking as he sees your eyes light up slightly. His fingers entangled deeper into your hair, pulling you closer and silently gesturing for you to take more of him in your throat. You compied without question, opening your mouth a bit wider to accommodate to his length.

You swallowed around half of him in your mouth, your slick tongue swirling on the sensitive underside of his cock. Pre cum dripped freely onto your tongue, and you'd swallow eagerly. He gently pushes your hair from your eyes, biting his inner cheek as he takes in the view.

"So perfect, you're so good at this..." He murmurs, his hips bucking up slightly to savor the warmness of your mouth. He laughed softly as you made a small whine, he knew how praise got you all hot under the collar. You relished the way his eyes would roll back slightly everytime you'd take more into your mouth.

Eventually, poor Tom couldn't wait longer, tugging on your hair with a small curse and bucking his hips up slightly, making you gag as the tip of him touched the back of your throat. "Yeah, jus' like that, gorgeous." He says breathlessly, grinning as you bobbed your head up and down eagerly. He pushed on the back of your head, causing you to choke on the harsh length.

You winced, tears welling up in your eyes as you coughed. You made an attempt to pull away, to breathe, but Tom pulled you right back down. "Ah-ah. Do as you're told." He hissed under his breath, grabbing your hair roughly and tugging it closer to him.

He groaned loudly when he finally saw fat tears stream down your cheeks, lips all pick and stretched around his length as you tried to stick to a pace he'd enjoy.

"Fuck, you're doing amazing." He whispers lowly, holding your head still with a tight grip on your hair as he bucked his hips in and out of your swollen mouth, chuckling to himself everytime you'd gag or choke.

"D'aww, you're too cute." He'd coo as he wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was a fruitless attempt, as the tears never stopped flowing. He laughs softly, raising his pierced eyebrow as he snaps his hips faster, relishing everytime you'd whimper or gag. You could feel his cock down your throat, dripping copius amounts of pre as he deepthroated you.

"I wish you could see yourself. You're so pretty like this." He muses to himself, grinning as he takes in the sight of your disheveled figure beneath him. Your eyes were red and your eyelashes were wet, your cheeks were bright red and tears stained your face, and your lips. God, they looked delicious.

They were stretched to the best of their abilities, wrapped around his thick cock. They were pink and pouty, spit dripping down onto the floor beneath you two. If you saw yourself right now, you'd truly die of embarrassment. But to Tom, you were the prettiest think he ever laid eyes on, saliva and all.

"Making suck a mess, doll." He teases, his thumb brushing over your lips and wiping the saliva off before it drops to the floor, only to brush it back onto his cock. He'd moan in delight as you glanced up at him, your once bratty character replaced with a dumb, sumissive state.

"Crying so much, fuck. Just needed a cock down your throat to shut you up..." He hisses, his length twitching roughly on your tongue as he grabs your hair and forces you lower, your nose nuzzled against his pubes. You whimper, unable to do anything but choke and gasp as the thick, twitching cock stuffs your mouth full.

[marymayday]

No ones going to unpack flashpoint Joker and Batman and what it Implies about OG Joker and Batman.

Fine I'll do it myself.

Welcome to the brain rot take a seat and a glass of whisky cuz we are going to get deep in some mind slime. I'm going to write a fic on this eventually but I first need to get my initial ideas out of my head and on the page.

Also if you don't like batjokes your not safe here. DC thinks that it can just make a straight version of batjokes and not deal with what that says about OG B man and Joke boy. I AM THE CONSEQUENCES!!!!

Also, also I'm going to have Dick and Tim on Martha side and Jason and Damien on Thomas's so if you want to read about that it is coming. Shout out to @peachblossom-odyssey for this idea, I stole it from the bank of there mind and I'm now running with it.

(P.s Interesting that Martha is similar to Mother like in how you spell it)

Also, also, also another shout out to @bloodymary83 for a post about the similarities of Joker and Martha, Got the creative obsession going.

Ok if you want a simple version of these two it's a classic case of "I can fix her". All the while the fixer in question has massive issues but is soooo emotionally constipated he's shiting bricks. yer thay where doomed from the start.

Martha

Basically Martha's deal is that she was a woman raised in the kind of 40s where the best mental health facility was god dame Arkham. (yerrr not the best) She struggled with mental health issues for most of her life and was in and out of Arkham frequently. Not that it helped, there best attempt of a diagnosis was hysteria aka women be crazy. This gave her a bad reputation, but she didn't let that drag her down and became a very popular singer and actress. Bit of a party girl she was here for a good time not a long time.

Thomas

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this guy, Shock to all being a wartime doctor doesn't do wonders for your mental. So what dose a wealthy traumatised man do. see a therapist, HELL no you fuck and drink the emotions away like a real American. Thomas was a good man he did use his wealth to fund hospitals and when out on to the streets to help those who couldn't afford healthcare. He had a strong sense of justice and believed in helping the weak. Unfortunately this resulted into a bit of a hero complex and viewing people more as projects more than people.

Ok that's my brief overview on there's two, more is coming.

[double--hh]

Oh! One more pro tip from me.

If you’re going by the timeline where Nacha and Anastacha escapes Francis when they had the chance, I just need to tell you that Francis wasn’t physically abusive towards them. (That’ll be elaborated more in a different post where I talk about what he’s like as a husband/father)

Sure he never hit them. BUT! His methods of keeping his family with him are questionable. In Francis’s eyes, he sees love and obsession as the same thing. His views on love in general are so warped that he doesn’t want to lose the only family he has left in his world. That’s why he needs to protect them, in his own messed up way.

He still loves his wife and daughter as he should have but it’s the most twisted, lovesick way like restricting their social circle and getting mad when Nacha/Anastacha made plans to go out with their friends when he already made plans to spend time with instead. Francis believes everyone is taking away his wife and daughter away from him so he’s the type to monopolise their time together. The neighbours are aware of Francis’s possessive nature because he glared at them a few times when they take up too much of their time. He would even go as far as to kill any exes Nacha has. That was when Nacha and Anastacha drew the line so they escaped. By the time he snaps, that’s when Francis gets more aggressive and controlling over his family. Had the police not arrived in time, Francis would’ve chopped off Nacha’s legs and Anastacha had to bear the trauma of it all.

Just a little bit of info before you start writing. I know fans portray Francis as some manhwa dom daddy or wet cat but personally I love the idea of Francis being secretly batshit insane. You never know what’s behind those tired eyes of him. This is just an AU but I actually want story mode to show Francis being this fucked up person. I wish for that but that’s just my opinion. We’ll just wait and see.

~ SK Francis anon 🔪

Yerrr

I'm going off both Ana killing Francis for my main story and Francis getting detained and put on death row in the spin off when Ana visits him. :3c

I'm so interested in exploring how both Nacha and Anastacha are mentally after finally getting away from ol' Franny boy,,,

So far, I definitely beleive Nacha has GAD and PTSD from the whole ordeal, she's more open than Ana, she expresses her deepest fear to Angus that Francis will one day come back and be even worse than before. :(

Anastacha also has PTSD and becomes so closed/reserved as a person that it takes her well into her 20's to finally open up about how it all affected her... oh boy and does she let Francis have it. :)

Hrm,,, I wonder how much my headcanons will change when story mode comes out,,, (if they do any fuck shit with Izaack, Mia, and/or Angus I will sob and cry) ((it will be ugly))

[zoroara]

OCtober challenge Day 18 - Plead

Ottavio had just been quietly working, simply minding his own business. He had heard the heavy footfalls of Tyr in the mode of 'I am about to make an example of someone and everyone must know'... He had just wondered what poor sap was about to be nearly maimed within the inch of their life.

Then the door to his office swung open, and then he realized. He was the target, but... why?! He hadn't done anything, he got up to turn to try and talk down Tyr but Tyr drew his sword, and slammed him into the desk pressing down with his arm pinning him in a painfully uncomfortable position then, slams the massive blade through the desk.

"W-what is this about?! Let me go!" Ottavio plead, only for Tyr to growl as he brought his face closer.

"Are you tryiiiiiiiin' ta ruin our reputation?" What on earth was he fucking talking about?

"Three, damn hourrrs over time and no sign of stoppin' yerrr wasting energy Ottavioooooo. You can't be at the top of yer game like this, and I don't accept weak men." All this just because he was working later than his scheduled time?! This is ridiculous, his boss had no sense at all... But he shook his head in understanding.

"If I catch ya doing this again. I promise, that head of yers will be separated from yer damn body, an' placed on displaaaaaay."

Tyr was a man of his word, whether or not Ottavio cared for his orders, he'd rather not die just yet.

Yeah so fun fact Tyr is obsessive about keeping his men in top shape. If they aren't and don't have any other use to him he'll just outright kill them after the first warning. Which is this. As he believes they'll hold the rest back. Extremely willing to weed out the weak by his own hands.

But this goes to very interesting ideas of what that is. You're not allowed to work later than a scheduled shift unless there's an emergency or the mission went later than expected. Because then you aren't getting enough rest and that will make you weaker for when you are needed. You can only train past your limits if you have more than a week for your next scheduled mission. So on.

You need to treat your body and mind well or he will make sure you do not have one. After all, why wait for what's going to happen when people may need to rely on you and get them killed too? A lot of newbies under his command get killed, the remainder of them were smart enough to take his warning.

Varia quality will be tarnished by the weak, and he will make sure that everyone under his command fits, with absolutely. no. exception.

[hyperfixationsstation]

I agree I don’t think it really means anything bad yet. It’s just that she’s not ready to be back and they keep that distinction until she’s medically cleared

yerrr they shouldnt have even taken it off to begin with making everyone freak out and then crispy had to come onto twt to relax everyone 😭

[moonspower]

✨ everything without exception / without design, without design / can end at any time.

your role in a tragic play.

🌙 tortured love interest.

you're so hot. sorry about the horrors. you're the kind of person people immediately notice. whether you have a distinct style, are more outgoing, or are just plain beautiful, you make an impression. people usually feel the need to protect you, which probably frustrates you to no end. you're not weak! you're not fragile! you're not helpless! but the people in your life tend to disagree. maybe it's your lover, the protagonist, trying to keep you out of their own turmoil. maybe it's someone responsible for you in some way, keeping you away from your lover, while they head down an increasingly dark path. regardless, all you really want is a sense of autonomy! unfortunately, you're very likely to die before that happens. the audience will be so caught up in the grief your death causes the protagonist that they forget to grieve you as a person. you deserved better, but unfortunately this is not your story. maybe it should have been.

✨ TAGGED BY: stole from @poingdefeu yerrr babey . ✨ TAGGING: now u steal it from me.

[discogirlsclub]

it’s decided.. I’ll write and post it as an anon but also put it on my page

if u find it outside of the ask… it’s out of my control 🦩

fuck yerrr

[teemoonley]

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[trinity-mia]

a story as endless as the ocean

the titan's curse

0.7 deadly deals

warnings : like one curse word and not much else tbh

word count : 5.4k

0.7 I Read a Wikihow on Making Deadly Deals with Ten-Year-Olds, Apparently

The council was held around a Ping-Pong table in the rec room. Dionysus waved his hand and supplied snacks: Cheez Whiz, crackers, and several bottles of red wine. Then Chiron reminded him that wine was against his restrictions and that most of us were underage. Mr. D sighed in annoyance. With a snap of his fingers, the wine turned to Diet Coke. Nobody drank that either (because, seriously, who the hell, other than those awful, preppy teachers, likes Diet Coke?).

Mr. D and Chiron (in his wheelchair form) sat at one end of the table. I sat on the other end, my usual spot, which almost got taken by Zoe, but I managed to get there half a second before she did. Zoe and Bianca di Angelo (who seemed to have become Zoe's personal assistant, from the looks of things) took Luke's regular spot right next to me, causing resentment to rise in me at their audacity.

Thalia and Grover sat along the right, on my other side, and the other year-round head councilors— Beckendorf, Silena, The Stoll Brothers (in lieu of Luke), Lee Fletcher, Katie, and Leah— sat on the left. The Ares kids were supposed to send a representative, too, but all of them had broken limbs during capture the flag, courtesy of the Hunters. They were resting up in the infirmary.

Zoe started the meeting off. "This is pointless."

"Cheez Whiz!" Grover gasped. He began scooping up crackers and Ping-Pong balls and spraying them with topping. He stopped sheepishly at the irritated glances he received from everybody.

"There is no time for talk," Zoe continued. "Our goddess needs us. The Hunters must leave immediately."

"And go where?" Chiron asked patiently.

"West!" Bianca said, any former timidness already erased despite only a few days of being with the Hunters, her skin glowing silver like her sisters' all did. "You heard the prophecy. Five shall go west to the goddess in chains. We can get five hunters and go."

I clapped my hands together, loudly. "Missing a very important detail, there, girly," I said, a faux smile on my face as I turned towards her and rested my head on my knuckles. "That prophecy was given to me. Which therefore means I'm the one who has to lead it."

Thalia had to force herself to keep from laughing, but I could see her shaking slightly. Then, she composed herself, "And anyway, Zoe, you're also missing something, as usual," Thalia said, drumming her fingers on the table irritably. "The prophecy said that Campers and Hunters combined prevail. We're supposed to do this together."

"No!" Zoe cried. "The Hunters do not need thy help."

"Your," Thalia grumbled. "Nobody has said thy in, like, three hundred years, Zoe. Get with the times."

Zoe hesitated, like she was trying to form the word correctly. "Yerrr," she pronounced awkwardly. "We do not need yerrr help."

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Oh, forget it."

"I fear that the Oracle was clear on the whole thing," Chiron said, trying to be diplomatic and keep us from actually using the weapons that we were all touching. "Campers and Hunters must cooperate, under Allie's leadership."

"Or do they?" Mr. D mused, swirling his Diet Coke under his nose like it had a fine bouquet. "One shall be lost. One shall perish. That sounds rather nasty, doesn't it? What if you fail because you try to cooperate?"

Irritation flared through me, along with another jolt of pain from my shoulders. We were getting nothing done, and all I wanted was to get on the road as soon as possible. I clenched my jaw to keep my irritation from spilling out. 

"Mr. D," Chiron sighed, his exhaustion at the events of the past twenty-four hours slipping into his frustrated tone. "With all due respect, whose side are you on?"

Dionysus raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, my dear centaur. Just trying to be helpful."

"We must not delay," Chiron warned. "Today is Sunday. This very Friday, December twenty-first, is the winter solstice."

"Oh, joy," Dionysus muttered. "Another dull annual meeting."

"Artemis must be present at the solstice," Zoe nodded. "She has been one of the most vocal on the council arguing for action against Kronos' minions. If she is absent, the gods will simply debate and end up deciding nothing. We will lose yet another year of preparing for war."

"Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?" Dionysus asked.

"Yes, Lord Dionysus."

Mr. D nodded. "Just checking. You're right, of course. Carry on."

"I must agree with Zoe," said Chiron. "Artemis' presence at the winter council is absolutely critical. We have only a week to find them all. And possibly even more important: to locate the monster that Artemis was hunting. Now, we must decide who goes on this quest. Allie, who—?"

With the ball being hit firmly in my court, and my irritation finally hitting a breaking point, I spit out, "I'll take Zoe, and she can choose another Hunter to come with us.” My mouth was moving quickly, much faster than my brain could think on whether or not I was being a bitch. "They'll be the Hunter reps. Thalia and Grover are the others from here. Thalia because she's another powerful demigod. We'll need her. And Grover because he's great in the wild and because I want him there. If anyone wishes to argue, you may file your complaints in the trash can, right over there. Zoe get your other hunter. Everybody be ready to leave at dawn. This meeting is over. And if you need me, don't."

With that, I turned and strutted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me, and hurrying back to my cabin to avoid being accosted by angry Hunters who wouldn't be allowed to leave to save Artemis. I doubted they'd be willing to march into Poseidon's cabin and risk feeling his wrath.

Except, of course, I forgot something. Chiron knew everything and he loved me like his child. He came into the cabin while I was flicking through the photo album that Silena, Katie, Clarisse, Nessa, and Lou Ellen had made me for my birthday last August with a blank sheet of paper next to me, trying to figure out lyrics for the final song of my upcoming album. I was looking at a photo of Luke and I on the Fourth of July. We'd been leaning into each other, bright smiles on our faces and it made me sad, thinking about the look of pain on his face. 

"I figured you'd come straight here," he murmured as he wheeled himself in and parked beside me. I glanced tiredly at him. "My other guess would've been the beach."

"Any tips on how to survive this mess?" I asked bluntly, not up to dancing around the topic. He sighed, looking down at the photo himself. Pain flashed over his expression as he gazed at photo-Luke's happy expression. It was a rare sight to see him so cheerful and bright.

"Allie, I don't pretend to understand prophecies."

"Yeah," I shrugged grumpily as I remembered my first prophecy. "Well, maybe that's because they don't make any fucking sense."

Chiron gazed at the saltwater spring gurgling in the corner of the room. "Thalia would not have been my first choice to go on this quest. She's too impetuous. She acts without thinking. She is too sure of herself."

"She's a good fighter," I snapped defensively, in spite of our petty fight earlier. "I need her to go with me." 

Chiron turned back to me, nodding. "Yes, she is," he agreed. "But her fatal flaw is dangerous. You must keep an eye out for it."

I grimaced, hating to know that he was right about that. After all, power-hunger was a dangerous thing.

"Who do you think is better suited for the Great Prophecy?" I asked suddenly. "Me or Thalia?"

"You are both very alike," Chiron mused thoughtfully. "Don't think this is me playing favorites. Allie, you are humble, even in spite of your upbringing and privilege, and you care far more about people and the effects of your actions on those who surround you than Thalia does. You don't want power, you want peace. Your fatal flaw itself is loyalty."

To be honest, I didn't know how to take that answer. I was back in the 'I don't want it to be mine, but I also don't want it to be Thalia's' phase again. 

"Keep your head level and stay safe," he begged. "It is vital if your mission is to succeed. I know your first priority is to save Luke and Brylie—" The weight on my shoulders was back. "— but you must think before you act."

I let my head fall into my hand. I felt cornered and vulnerable, for no reason. The pain grew. "I always try."

"I know you do," he wheeled himself around and made to leave, but he stopped and said. "Get some sleep, Allie. You have a long journey ahead of you. And, ah, for what it's worth... I almost volunteered for this quest myself. I would have gone, if not for the last line."

"One shall perish by a parent's hand. Yeah." 

We both grimaced and I closed the photo album and put it back in my nightstand, then crumbled up the paper and tossed it to join the other failed attempts in the garbage can across the room. 

"Chiron," I called, right before he slipped through the door. "You know what this Titan's curse is, don't you?" I had a few ideas, but nothing concrete. 

His face darkened. He made a claw over his heart and pushed outward— an ancient gesture for warding off evil. "Let us hope the prophecy does not mean what I think. Now, goodnight, dear girl."

Reluctantly, I changed into more comfortable clothes and tried to get some sleep. I don't actually remember falling asleep, but unfortunately, I remembered the dream. 

I was back in that barren cave, the ceiling heavy and low above me. Luke, Brylie, and I were in an awkward sort of crouch, like we were worshiping a god in the ancient days, under the weight of a dark mass that looked like a pile of boulders. Luke was too tired even to make a sound. Brylie's whole body trembled. At any second, I knew that they would run out of their little remaining strength and the cavern ceiling would collapse on top of them, crushing them and thousands of innocent mortals to death. 

That thought seemed to motivate my dream self, and she took more weight of the sky. Even through their pain, they managed to give each other a confused, but thankful look. 

"How are our mortal guests?" a male voice boomed.

It wasn't Kronos. I'd heard what Kronos' voice sounded like and that wasn't it. Kronos' voice was raspy and metallic, like a knife scraped across stone. I shivered at the mere memory of the voice that regularly haunted my dreams. This voice was deeper and lower, like a bass guitar. Its force made the ground vibrate.

Cody emerged from the shadows. He walked casually to us, knelt beside them to look them over, then looked back at the unseen man. "They're fading," he informed him, not sounding concerned despite his words. "It's a wonder they're still conscious. You'd think there was another life force helping them. We must hurry."

Damn that bastard and Annabeth both to the deepest, darkest depths of Tartarus itself.

The deep voice chuckled. It belonged to someone in the shadows, at the edge of my dream. Then a meaty hand thrust someone forward into the light. It was Artemis, and her hands and feet were bound in celestial bronze chains.

I gasped. Her silvery dress was torn and tattered. Her face and arms were cut in several places, and she was bleeding ichor, the golden blood of the gods. She looked up and stared right at me, which shouldn't have been possible, considering I technically wasn't there.

"You heard the boy," said the man in the shadows. "Decide!"

Artemis' eyes flashed with anger. I cursed the fact that capturing the largest part of a god's essence rendered them powerless.

The goddess looked at Brylie, then to me and her expression changed to concern and outrage. "How dare you torture—" She kept staring at me, and seemed to realize they didn't know I was there, "— a maiden like this!"

"She will die soon," Cody told her, smirking triumphantly. "You can save her."

Despite the weight, Luke and Brylie both made a sound of disapproval, and tried shaking their heads. My heart felt like it was being twisted into a knot. I wanted to reach out to them, but I couldn't move, otherwise, they'd both collapse-killing over 800,000 mortals and themselves. 

"Free my hands," Artemis demanded, her shoulders slumping in resignation.

Cody brought his sword out, and with one expert strike, he broke the goddess' handcuffs in half.

Artemis ran to Luke, Brylie, and took the burden from their shoulders. The two of them collapsed on the ground and lay there shivering, while Artemis staggered, trying to support the weight of the black rocks. I stayed. I could've let go, but I stayed.

"M' la'y," Brylie whispered. "S'ry."

Artemis shook her head. "You bear no blame for this, young maiden," she assured her as Brylie slipped into unconsciousness, the goddess gasping slightly from the weight of whatever she was carrying. Luke managed to pull Brylie to him, making sure she wasn't dead.

The man in the shadows chuckled. "You are as predictable as you were easy to beat, Artemis."

"You surprised me," the goddess hissed, straining under her burden. "It will not happen again."

"Indeed it will not," the man said. "Now that you are out of the way for good! I knew that you could not resist helping a young maiden. That is, after all, your specialty, my dear."

"You know nothing of mercy, you swine," Artemis groaned bitterly, glaring resentfully at him.

"On that," the man said, "we can agree. Cody, you may kill them now."

"NO!" Artemis and I both yelled. Cody didn't move, however.

"We can't," he informed the other man, grimacing in disappointment. "Annabeth demanded the boy be kept alive and he won't do anything for us if we kill the girl. Besides, he still wants Allie Jackson. She is, after all, still alive. He wants to get her. She is the most ideal. She is the most powerful. Killing them both would have the exact opposite effect."

Artemis sighed in relief, and I felt my own shoulders slump, despite still holding up the sky. Which, by the way, was almost funny. When Cody and the masked-in-darkness dude turned away, she looked at me wide-eyed. 

I'm sure she would've asked me many questions, but the weight of the rocks prohibited it. 

The man considered. "Then the dracaenae can guard them here. Assuming they do not die from their injuries, and they can keep them alive until winter solstice. After that, if our sacrifice goes as planned, their lives will be meaningless. The lives of all mortals will be meaningless. Let them do what they will with them, as long as they live. Having a child of the Big Three fighting for us would be a great boon for our side, especially if she is as powerful as she is rumored to be. Keep them alive, so we make sure we get her."

Cody gathered up Brylie's listless body and carried her away from the goddess. He forced Luke to his feet and made sure he was following, before disappearing from sight.

"You will never find the monster you seek," Artemis declared, glaring bitterly at the man. "Your plan will fail. And the girl is loyal. She will not give in." I saw her look at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded determinedly. Her smirk grew. 

"How little you know, my young goddess," the man in the shadows replied. "Even now, your darling attendants begin their quest to find you with several supposed heroes, as the half-bloods proclaim themselves to be. That includes Poseidon's girl. In fact, she will be leading the quest. They shall play directly into my hands. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a long journey to make. We must greet your Hunters and make sure that their quest is... challenging."

The man's laughter echoed in the darkness, shaking the ground until it seemed the whole cavern ceiling would collapse.

I bolted up, instantly awake. My back was sore and ached horribly, but somehow, I knew I made the right choice to stay where I was. I could've sworn I heard a banging noise. The salt-water fountain gurgled, but there were no other noises. 

Then it was there again. Bang! Bang!

I made sure my jewelry was on, which it normally was (sometimes I'd take it off to sleep, sometimes I wouldn't. It depended on if I remembered to or not). 

I pressed the diamond for the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. 

Whoa, my lady! Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade. I don't wanna be a horse-kebob! 

Its black wings spread in alarm, and the wind buffeted me back a step.

"Blackjack," I said, relieved but a little irritated. "It's the middle of the night!" 

Blackjack huffed. Ain't either, my lady. It's four in the morning. What you still sleeping for? Don't you have somewhere to be? 

"Not for another hour, if it's four. And how many times have I told you? Don't call me ‘my lady’." 

Whatever you say, my lady. You're the girl. You're my number one. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and tried not to let the pegasus read my thoughts. That was one of the many problems that came with being Poseidon's daughter: since he created horses out of sea foam, I can understand most equestrian animals, but they can understand me, too. Sometimes, like in Blackjack's case, they kind of adopt me. 

See, Blackjack had been a captive on board Annabeth and Cody's ship last summer, until we'd caused a little distraction that allowed him to escape. I'd really had very little to do with it, seriously, but Blackjack credited me with saving him. 

"Blackjack," I said, "you're supposed to stay in the stables." 

Meh, the stables. You see Chiron staying in the stables? 

"Well... no. But that's 'cuz—" 

Exactly. Listen, we got another little sea friend who needs your help. 

"Again? I was really looking forward to that extra hour of sleep." 

Yeah. I told the hippocampi I'd come get you. 

I groaned. Anytime I was anywhere near the beach, the hippocampi would ask me to help them with their problems. And they had a lot of problems. Beached whales, porpoises caught in fishing nets, mermaids with hangnails— they'd call me to come underwater and help. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to help— truthfully I didn’t mind one bit— but I only had so much time on my hands as it was.

"All right," I said, trying to not sigh out my ire. "I'm coming." 

You're the best, my lady. 

"And don't call me my lady!" Blackjack whinnied softly. It might've been a laugh. I looked back at my comfortable bed. My bronze shield still hung on the wall, dented and unusable. I sighed and grabbed my duffel bag, which was already packed with the essentials, and put it outside my cabin door. If I was correct, this was going to take a long time and I'd probably have to leave the second I was finished. 

Blackjack gave me a ride down the beach, and I have to admit it was cool. Being on a flying horse, skimming over the waves at a hundred miles an hour with the wind in my hair and the sea spray in my face— hey, it beats waterskiing any day. 

Here. Blackjack slowed and turned in a circle. Straight down. 

"Thanks." I tumbled off his back and plunged into the icy sea. 

I'd gotten more comfortable doing stunts like that the past couple of years. I could pretty much move however I wanted to underwater, just by willing the ocean currents to change around me and propel me along, I could breathe underwater, no problem, and my clothes never got wet unless I wanted them to. 

I shot down into the darkness. Twenty, thirty, forty feet. The pressure wasn't uncomfortable. I'd never tried to push it— to see if there was a limit to how deep I could dive. I knew most regular humans couldn't go past two hundred feet without crumpling like an aluminum can. I should've been blind, too, this deep in the water at night, but I could see the heat from living forms, and the cold of the currents. It's hard to describe. It wasn't like regular seeing, but I could tell where everything was. 

As I got closer to the bottom, I saw three hippocampi— fish-tailed horses— swimming in a circle around an overturned boat. The hippocampi were beautiful to watch. Their fishtails shimmered in rainbow colors, glowing phosphorescent. Their manes were white, and they were galloping through the water the way nervous horses do in a thunderstorm. Something was upsetting them. 

I got closer and saw the problem. A dark shape— some kind of animal— was wedged halfway under the boat and tangled in a fishing net, one of those big nets they use on trawlers to catch everything at once. I hated those things. It was bad enough they drowned porpoises and dolphins, but they also occasionally caught mythological animals. When the nets got tangled, some lazy fishermen would just cut them loose and let the trapped animals die. 

Apparently, this poor creature had been mucking around on the bottom of Long Island Sound and had somehow gotten itself tangled in the net of this sunken fishing boat. It had tried to get out and managed to get even more hopelessly stuck, shifting the boat in the process. Now the wreckage of the hull, which was resting against a big rock, was teetering and threatening to collapse on top of the tangled animal. 

The hippocampi were swimming around frantically, wanting to help but not sure how. One was trying to chew the net, but hippocampi teeth just aren't meant for cutting rope. Hippocampi are really strong, but they don't have hands, and they're not (shhh) all that smart. 

Free it, my lady! A hippocampus said when it saw me. The others joined in, asking the same thing. 

I swam in for a closer look at the tangled creature. At first, I thought it was a young hippocampus. I'd rescued several of them before. But then I heard a strange sound, something that did not belong underwater: 

"Mooooooo!" 

I got next to the thing and saw that it was a cow. I mean... I'd heard of sea cows, like manatees and stuff, but this really was a cow with the back end of a serpent. The front half was a calf— a baby, with black fur and big, sad brown eyes and a white muzzle— and its back half was a black-and-brown snake-y tail with fins running down the top and bottom, like an enormous eel. 

"Whoa, little one," I said. "Where did you come from?" 

The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But, for the first time ever, I couldn't understand its thoughts.  

We don't know what it is, my lady, one of the hippocampi said. Many strange things are stirring. 

"Yeah," I murmured. "So I've heard." 

I pressed the diamond for Riptide, and the sword grew to full length in my hands, its bronze blade gleaming in the dark. 

The cow serpent freaked out and started struggling against the net, its eyes full of terror. 

"Whoa!" I said. "I'm not going to hurt you! Just let me cut the net."

But the cow serpent thrashed around and got even more tangled. The boat started to tilt, stirring up the muck on the sea bottom and threatening to topple onto the cow serpent. The hippocampi whinnied in a panic and thrashed in the water, which didn't help. 

"Okay, okay!" I said. I put away the sword and started speaking as calmly as I could so the hippocampi and the cow serpent would stop panicking. I didn't know if it was possible to get stampeded underwater, but I didn't really want to find out. "It's cool. No sword. See? No sword. Calm thoughts. Seagrass. Mama cows. Vegetarianism." 

I doubted the cow serpent understood what I was saying, but it responded to the tone of my voice. It seemed to calm it instantly. The hippocampi were still skittish, but they stopped swirling around me quite so fast. 

Free it, my lady! they pleaded. 

"Yup," I said. "I got that part. I'm thinking."

But how could I free the cow serpent when she (I decided it was probably a "she") panicked at the sight of a blade? It was like she'd seen swords before and knew how dangerous they were. 

"All right," I told the hippocampi. "I need all of you to push exactly the way I tell you." 

First, we started with the boat. It wasn't easy, but with the strength of three horsepower, we managed to shift the wreckage so it was no longer threatening to collapse on the baby cow serpent. 

Then I went to work on the net, untangling it section by section, getting lead weights and fishing hooks straightened out, yanking out knots around the cow serpent's hooves. It took forever— I mean, it was worse than the time I'd had to untangle all my necklace chains after a trip. 

The whole time, I kept talking to the cow-fish, telling her everything was okay while she moo-ed and moaned. 

"It's okay, Bessie," I said. Please, don't ask me why I started calling her that. It just seemed like a good cow name. "Good cow. Nice cow." 

Finally, the net came off and the cow serpent zipped through the water and did a happy somersault. 

The hippocampi whinnied with joy. Thank you, my lady! 

"Moooo!" The cow serpent nuzzled me and gave me the big brown eyes. 

"Yeah," I said. "That's okay. Nice cow. Well... stay out of trouble." 

Which reminded me, I'd been underwater how long? An hour, at least. I had to get back to my cabin before Zoe decided to leave without me, quest leader or not. 

I shot to the surface and broke through. Immediately, Blackjack zoomed down and let me catch hold of his neck. He lifted me into the air and took me back toward the shore. Success, my lady? 

"Yeah. We rescued a baby... something or other. Took forever. Almost got stampeded." 

Good deeds are always dangerous, my lady. You saved my sorry mane, didn't you? 

I couldn't help thinking about my dream, with Brylie crumpled and lifeless in Cody's arms and Luke forcing himself to follow. Here I was rescuing baby monsters, but I couldn't save my friends. 

As Blackjack flew back toward my cabin, I happened to glance at the dining pavilion. I saw a figure— a boy hunkered down behind a Greek column, like he was hiding from someone. 

It was Nico, but it wasn't even dawn yet. Nowhere near time for breakfast. What was he doing up there? 

I hesitated. The last thing I wanted was more time for Nico to tell me about his Mythomagic game. But something was wrong. I could tell by the way he was crouching. 

 "Blackjack," I said, "set me down over there, will you? Behind that column. And can you get my bag off my porch and bring it to me? I'm going to have to leave soon." 

I almost blew it. I was coming up the steps behind Nico. He didn't see me at all. He was behind a column, peeking around the corner, all his attention focused on the dining area. 

I was five feet away from him, and I was about to say “What are you doing?” loudly, when it occurred to me that he was pulling a Grover: he was spying on the Hunters. 

There were voices— two girls talking at one of the dining tables. It was Zoe and Bianca. I made to move forward, but Blackjack stopped me. He was quiet, and as soon as I had my bag, he was off. Most likely to somewhere that wasn't the stables.

I threw the bag over my shoulder and snuck up on Nico.

"Whacha doin' there, bud?" I asked quietly, just out of earshot of Bianca and Zoe. Nico shot up in the air and almost screamed, but stopped himself just before he did.

"Uh... uh... I was just— waiting to tell my sister goodbye," he stuttered out. I heard Bianca's voice just after he finished speaking. I held a finger to my lips. 

"You should tell the others the rest of your dream," Bianca was saying. My eyes narrowed in suspicion. What were the Hunters keeping from us?

"No," Zoe refused. "It would not help."

"But if your suspicions are correct, about the General—"

"I have thy word not to talk about that," Zoe cut her off. She sounded really anguished. "We will find out soon enough. Now come. Dawn is breaking."

Nico scooted out of their way, and I slipped around the column as they moved around opposite me. 

"The lights of the Big House are on," Bianca called as the girls sprinted away from the pavilion. "Hurry!" And Zoe followed her out of the pavilion.

"How'd you know your sister was here?" I asked as soon as they left. 

"I heard them walk by the Hermes cabin. I don't... I don't sleep too well at camp. So I heard footsteps, and them whispering. So I kind of followed."

I felt a slight stab of guilt in my stomach. I'd been so wrapped up in my own self-pity, I didn't take time to make sure Nico was okay. Now that I looked at him, he had dark circles under his eyes. I felt bad, especially because I kept thinking of him as a burden (as I thought the word, the actual burden on my shoulders worsened, threatening to bring me to my knees).

"And now you're thinking about following them on the quest," I guessed.

"How did you know that?"

"Because if I had a sister and she was doing something like this, I'd probably be thinking the same thing. But you can't."

He looked defiant. "Because I'm too young?"

"Yes," I answered honestly, "because you're too young, and too inexperienced for this. You remember the manticore? There will be lots more like that. More dangerous. Some of the heroes will die. You wouldn't be a help on this, Nico, you'd be a restraint, holding us back because we're trying to protect you."

His shoulders sagged at my harsh honesty. He shifted from foot to foot. "Fine," he whispered. "But I need you to promise me something."

I hesitated, because I knew what he wanted, and promising something like that, especially given the prophecy I'd received, was impossible. To Travis and Connor, I knew I could promise them I'd get Luke and Brylie back because I had no doubt in my mind that I was getting them back. This was different

"What is it?"

"Promise to keep my sister safe."

Gods, Bianca didn't deserve to have this kid as her brother. "I... that's a big thing to promise, Nico, on a trip like this. I can't—"

"Promise," he insisted. 

I gave him a look. "I'll do my best, alright?" I sighed. "I can promise you that. I can't promise I can keep her safe, but I will try, okay?"

"Okay! Get going, then!" he urged. "Good luck!"

I sighed and ran up the hill. I sat against Thalia's (actually, it wasn't really 'Thalia's' anymore, considering she was alive now, but everyone still referred to it as if she wasn't) Pine and waited for the others. One of the camp vans was already waiting for us.

I was only sitting there for two minutes because two by two they all came within a few seconds of each other. 

"Alright, we all know why we're leaving and we all know what we need to do. We're going to succeed, I know it," I said, trying to lift up our spirits. It helped, kinda. Everyone's faces were still lined with anxiety, though. 

"May the fates be with you all," Chiron said grimly and with that, we all hopped into the van, not knowing the dangers we were about to face.

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[ramonathinks]

ohhhhhh gojo lucky he aint real frfr bcus i would’ve sucked all his swimmers from his cock n swallowed his soul clean out 🧍🏾‍♀️like i need him to bury his dick in me, enjoying the thrill of possibly getting me pregnant, bear hugging me n unable to stop his hips from moving, cant stop plowing into my pussy. talking me through it as hes emptying his balls into my womb 🏃🏾‍♀️

every morning, every lunch break, every time he come up… i would be on my knees for him 💯💯 wouldn’t let him cum in my mouth but to just save it for a moment until he can put it in and get me right. shopping for baby clothes fill of him yerrr

[heavenlydreamangelflyhigh]

they were out of my moisturizer at two diff locations...yerrr joking

[ketso]

Episode 28

I fell asleep on Thabang’s chest. It was the only way he could calm me down. I couldn’t even breathe last night. Mmaletuka has honestly lost me as a sister, and I will NOT drop the charges. She will rot in jail! And I’m not taking any of her kids to raise them. My mother is upset with me. She says I cannot get married with my sister behind bars. But my sister attacked me in front of everyone and she said nothing.

She’s still upset that I refuse to live with her kids. And I will not apologise, nor will I change my mind.

She then started telling me that I lied about Bryan abusing me and that I treated his family like shit just so I could use my vagina to get out of poverty. First of all, and I told her, my life was fine without Thabang. What I did do is run out of poverty. That I did do. I left my mother’s, went to South Africa, lived in a back room… but that back room was better than what I was exposed to when I was at home. Bryan met me then moved into a back room that I was paying rent for - not the other way around. Secondly, and I told her, I don’t care if she believes me or not. It’s not for her to believe anyway. This is my story and my situation. Oksalayo - and I told her - I know who my baby daddy is. My kids know their father. Even though we are now where we are with Thabang, they are not confused about their paternity regardless of the circumstances we are now surrounded by.

Yerrr… the fight took off. She started throwing things around, calling me names and telling me how selfish I am. She told me how Thabang was making me think I’m better than everyone when actually, just like her, I’m a daughter of a prostitute and I have no idea who my father is neither… just like her kids. I told her that I at least didn’t carry the curse over to my kids. And she wants to tell me about sleeping my way out of poverty? What does she call what she does for a living? Worse, she’s not even sleeping with expensive dick. At least I slept myself into a marriage with a prince. Yena she’s doing it with people who just leave R100 on her sideboard? She must just fuck off!

That’s when she decided to ruin my wedding day. She set my dresses and my bridesmaids’ dresses alight… in my bedroom… on my bed… after hitting me. I phoned the police to deal with her crazy ass.

But now it’s 6am. I’m supposed to be doing glam and preparing for my wedding, but I’m here without even one dress to wear for my wedding day.

I remove my head off Thabang’s chest and switch on my cellphone. While my cellphone starts up, Wandi, Bassie, Tamia and Meme are knocking on the door and yelling for me. Thabang also wakes up. They are quite loud.

“Guys, I’m coming”, I say before they wake everyone else up.

Thabang kisses me then goes to the toilet to release his morning pee.

I get the door.

“You need to change. My mom brought us new bridesmaids’ dresses and a new dress for you.” Wandi says.

Now I’m going to faint.

“And apparently the queen also just arrived with one hell of a traditional wedding dress for you. One you’ll wear when you get handed over to the Mothipas and one for the lobola negotiations happening at 8am. Wandi’s mom got you a new reception dress. You need to get ready. Glam is already waiting for us”, Bassie.

Now I’m crying.

Meme hugs me.

“Banyana, let’s go! Morafe’s mother is waiting for you. Let’s go!” Wandi’s mom says.

“Can I say goodbye to Thabang first?” Me.

“Thabang is here? It’s the morning of your wedding. You guys will see each other later. Let’s go!” She says.

I can’t even say goodbye to my man, but I’m so happy for my squad. I’m so so so happy. I chose the best squad ever! Tamia has even inserted herself now, leaving with us. She included herself in the bridesmaid dresses, so I guess she’s now a bridesmaid. I’m not mad though. She got Thabang and I and all expenses honeymoon in the Maldives. Thabang is so excited and I’m very happy to see her!

By 6:30am, we are done bathing. We all got a dish from my mom and we all just bathed together in one room. Like no one was weird or argued about privacy. We are a whole hour behind schedule and shit needs to happen. We wear our gowns and go throw our water out outside. We quickly brush our teeth then head back into the house, my room.

We wear our underwear then put gowns over our underwear. I still cannot believe that Mmaletuka did what she did. We are all very silent as we get ready because honestly, we are all in shock. The burned bed is right behind us and we are all just probably having flashbacks of what happened in here yesterday.

The makeup people start working on our faces. We hear conversations taking place in the dining area. It’s the Mothipa family and they are negotiating my lobola.

“Rafe, Thabang is looking for you”, Wandi tells me.

I look at her.

She hands me her phone.

“Hello”, me.

I have to clear my throat because now I just feel a bit…

“Baby, I’m going to marry you today. No matter what. Please just smile, baby. Please be happy. Today is for us.” He says.

“Thabang… I just…” I start sobbing.

“Baby”.

“Yes?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel so… down.”

“Do you love me?” Him.

“I do.”

“Do you believe me when I tell you that I love you?”

“I do, baby.” Me.

“Then what more do we need?” Him.

“I didn’t realise that the day before our wedding would be this chaotic. I’m just coming to terms with the fact that a few hours ago, I didn’t think this wedding would still happen. Now it’s happening and I’m scared that something else might go wrong”, me.

“It won’t, baby. Trust me. We will be married in a few hours. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He says.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” Me.

“I have your phone, baby. You left it at the lodge. You’ll get it later, okay?” He tells me.

“Thanks babe. I didn’t even realise that I didn’t have it.” I say.

“I’ll see you later, baby. Relax okay… I saw the kids this morning with Wandi’s mom. They look so beautiful - just like you.” He says.

I giggle.

“Everything is going to be perfect… as perfect as they are. You’ll see.” He says.

He’s reviving my heart now.

“See you soon, okay?” Him.

“Shup.” Me.

We hang up.

I quickly wear my lobola dress to go and appear before my in-laws. My friends get ready too in their dresses. We are called to appear before them and they identify me correctly. Then we are released.

We head back into the bedroom and glam continues so that we can be ready for the wedding once the negotiations are done. My mom is getting ready in her bedroom with her siblings and Mmaletuka’s children.

“So, ladies…. Especially wena Wandi…” Tamia starts.

I guess she’s trying to revive the mood.

“Tell me about Ntuthuko.” Tamia.

We are all already laughing.

“I’m not saying anything about him. You must learn him all on your own and have your own experience of him.” Wandi says.

“And we know you spent the night in his room”, Bassie.

“Ja, I did. But nothing happened, babe. We literally just talked hey. Like really talked.” Tamia.

“About?” Me.

I don’t know how to explain Tamia in our friendship. She was Wandi’s friend. Wandi brought her into our group, but she was always rich and focused on the next big thing. She never considered us friends - in my view - unless she was going through something. Then she left to study overseas. She’d chat to us and all. But not like the three of us chat. Then she came back. And we chill from time to time, but not all the time. She’s always at work or with some man. She’s not the “friend” type of girl. She’s more all about the man and her money. And there’s nothing wrong with that. At all. I just personally don’t know how to connect with her.

“He told me about his kids and baby mamas. He told me about his family, the passing of his mother… the passing of his sister and the passing of his favourite stepmother. He told me about his current stepmother, his relationship with his father and all of that.” She says as we continue with our makeup.

“And what do you think about that?” Wandi.

“I don’t mind all of that. It’s got nothing to do with who and how he and I will treat each other. But we spoke about what he wants in a relationship as well as what I want, you know…” Tamia.

“So, you guys want to be serious?” I ask her.

“I don’t know. But I do enjoy him as a person.” Tamia says.

“When last did you have sex, T?” Bassie asks her.

“A whole year ago. Eish. It’s dry. But when Wandi told me that she’s hooking me up with a date for the wedding, I waxed EVERYTHING! So, I hope he’ll get to see a show nyana that will have him coming to Johannesburg for a visit or two.” Tamia.

We all actually just laugh.

When our makeup is done, our hair is sorted out. It is 9am when we hear ululating in the house. Now singing starts again. I’m not even enjoying it the way that I should be enjoying it. I’m nervous. I just want to see myself next to Thabang. Only then I’ll know that everything will go well. We are so behind schedule it’s not even funny.

We are helped into our dresses and I think we are ready. There are cars upon cars outside… busses even. There’s singing and dancing as well.

“Rafe, you’ll drive with me. Bab’Khotso brought his Rolls Royce. I’ll drive you. Bassie will sit in front with me. Tamia and Meme will sit at the back with you. That’s good?” Wandi.

“Hell yes!” Tamia says.

I just want to get out of here.

“Your mom will be driven by my mom in another Rolls Royce. She will be in there with Tshenolo and Mosetsana.” Wandi.

“Cool. Let’s go.” I say and lead the way out.

As to what will happen to Mmaletuka’s kids is neither here nor there for me.

As I step out of the bedroom, everyone is ululating. I cannot even smile.

I just rush into the car. Wandi takes off. Her mother follows her. I thought I’d be so happy. But now, I just want this entire day over!

-

We are here. And it’s soooooo full. There are hooters all around. We chill in the car until people start entering the yard. Now my bridesmaids and I are coming out of the car. My wedding planner is the one who is pretty much choreographing everything that’s happening here. He tells me to smile. The wedding is happening and I’m looking amazing.

My kids find me and now, I’m happy. I hold their hands, one on each side. My dress and Mosetsana’s dress match. Tshenolo’s outfit matches Thabang’s outfit. My wedding planner coordinated everything so well - even with the designer.

My bridesmaids walk ahead of me, doing the step. I do the step with my kids. We are led by BaSotho traditional dancers. I’m actually smiling and laughing for the first time.

I finally see my man in sight. My heart now performs cartwheels. Our eyes connect and he smiles at me. Oh man, I’m so happy.

I am finally standing in front of him. He picks Tshenolo up and holds Mosetsana’s hand. We sit at a couch provided for us, Tshenolo and Mosetsana sitting with us. The gifting ceremony starts. Wandi, Bassie and Meme take care of my gifting to Thabang’s family - including his two wives, Mmakabelo and Mahali. Mahali didn’t even want to stand up and accept her gift. Mmakabelo and Thabang’s mother had to bully her into standing up and not causing a scene. She gave me skank looks as she was being gifted.

After that, my family was gifted and Thabang’s gifting was led by his siblings, Tumelo and Pebetsi.

When it’s done, we are taken to some place for the conclusion of the sacred part of the wedding… the part where the ancestors conclude our union.

Now we go to change for the reception. A glass tent is set up. People are seated and over 500 people are here. The traditional part was also so so beautiful. I know the reception will be better.

My bridesmaids are dressed in gold dresses. My daughter - the flower girl - is in her white flower girl dress. My son - the ring bearer - is in a suit. I’m dressed in an all-white dress. It has a fishtail finishing. The top of my dress is in bling diamanté. I look stunning! It’s a forced white wedding. I technically cannot have one because this is a polygamous marriage. But we will be exchanging vows. And I don’t care nje.

We are now making our way to the tent. Rain is threatening now, so we must hurry up.

I see my kids walking down together and everyone taking pictures of them and cheering them on. Now my bridesmaids walk down the aisle to Brenden Praise’s Easy To Love.

Now I have to walk down the aisle. I look stunning shame. And I see it in Thabang’s eyes that I’m a hit. Everyone is ululating. The chief - his father - sits ahead of us.

Now we hold hands and look at each other. We smile at each other.

“You look stunning!” He tells me.

He looks amazing too.

Apparently, Mahali left. She didn’t make it to the reception.

I say my vows first. I begin: “Thabang Mothipa, motho waka… apparently, you loved me since we were kids, but I didn’t recognise you for reasons I’ve shared with you in private.”

He laughs.

I’m not going to repeat that in front of all these people.

“But despite all of that, I’m so happy that we are here today. I’m so happy that you never gave up on me… on what could be between you and me - even though we went our separate ways over the years, we are here today, and we are celebrating what is and what will be… with us together as husband and wife. Motho waka… I will thank you every day for choosing me - choosing us - by honouring you as my husband… loving you and being the wife that you have prayed and hoped for me to be to you and to the Mothipa family. I love you so much, Thabang. You are my person. And I will do my part to make sure that we are forever, happily so. Only death will do us part.”

I hear ululating.

He kisses my hands.

Now he says his vows to me:

“The first time I laid my eyes on you, I was about eighteen years old. I knew right there and then that one day, I’d make you my wife. Look at us now, Mrs Thabang Mothipa waka.”

People ululate.

I smile at him.

“Your happiness will always come first to me… your happiness, your safety… as well as the happiness and the safety of our children. I love you, Morafe. I always have and I always will. Today is day one of the rest of our journey together, navigating this difficult life that will always be thrown our way - but we will conquer it all, together… simply because we are together and driven by the right things. May it always stay that way. The Mothipa family and ancestors will always be with us.”

People ululate.

After we’ve exchanged our rings, we finally kiss each other, and it poetically starts raining as this happens.

People are eating now. The bridal party is taking pictures. We ended up doing a studio shoot because the rain wouldn’t let us be great outdoors. When we are done, we head back to the reception. Instead of eating, Thabang and I open the dance floor with our first dance. He made us dance to Mbongeni Ngema’s Stimela Sase Zola. These dance moves, guys! He’s such a rural guy. I can’t! Lol! But we are happy. And we dance the night away… together… as husband and wife.

…

I’m waking up alone in bed this morning. I’m not sure where my wife is. I just relax before I go out and do anything. Yesterday felt like I was getting married for the first time. Someone was forever telling me what to do and where to stand. Morafe says it was a wedding planner and a wedding choreographer. There was a whole team of them, and they became annoying at some point.

But my favourite parts were our vows (I had never done that before), the first dance (I had never done that before) and definitely, without a doubt, making the love of my life my wife. It honestly felt like I was getting married for the first time yesterday. I’m such a happy man.

I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to see if my wife is perhaps in there. All three of my wives are here and they seem to be arguing about something. I hide behind a wall and listen in.

“Morafe, I’m the first and senior wife here. And we believe in living in peace in this family. With you being here and marrying our husband, we hope that you will also bring with you peace within the family as well as growth for the family.” Mmakabelo.

Morafe mustn’t take that to heart. She told me she doesn’t want any more kids and I’ve respected it. I’m not going to put the pressure on her, therefore no one has the right to do it.

“I’m the second wife. And I’m more senior than you. I’ll be very honest with you and tell you already that you will have problems around here if you will continue to behave as if you are the only wife to Thabang.” Mahali.

Yerrr!

“How have I done that, Mahali?” Morafe enquires.

“Let’s start off by talking about that wedding you had yesterday. Our weddings were not even half of that size. Let’s talk about how you insulted us by practically having a white wedding with our husband when we all know that we don’t do that. Do you really think that you are the most important wife or that you are the last wife that he will marry?” What’s wrong with Mahali?!

“With all due respect, Mahali… I don’t need your permission to host my events the way that I see fit. I had a conversation with my husband about the kind of wedding that I wanted, and he had no problem giving me that wedding. I’m not going to turn away friends and family for wanting to celebrate with us and I’m certainly not going to use your wedding as a benchmark of the kind of wedding that I wanted to have. I’m not going to apologise for celebrating the love that my husband and I share the way that I saw fit just because you didn’t think to have it yourself. I’m sure if you asked for it when it was your turn, Thabang would have given you that wedding.” Morafe says. I’m very glad that she’s standing up for herself. And while she raises very valid points, I want to be clear that I would have never done what I did yesterday with anyone else.

“You think you are better than us wena, neh? Bona mo ausi nyana, we have a system that works around here that ensures that all the wives are equal. You are not going to just get here and change it. You are not special! Now, each wife has specific days allocated to her to spend time with our husband. Each wife further has specific weekends that are allocated to her spending time with our husband. This thing of yours of pulling Thabang to holidays and events and whatever else you pull him too on OUR weekends is not going to fly. When you want to have plans with him, make sure that it’s on your weekends with him, not ours. You don’t sacrifice your weekends for us, so I don’t understand why it is expected of us to sacrifice our weekends for you. Le rona we have plans with our husband and I’m getting tired of having to cancel my plans to accommodate you! And ausi weh, when he is with us on our days or weekends, you don’t phone him a million times a day. He’s spending time with us and his kids. You are not his only wife.” Yerrr! Mahali is a problem. And Mmakabelo is just quiet. I wonder if she also feels the same way that Mahali does.

“And one more thing…” Mahali ha qedi nah?!

“No one had a honeymoon here. That voucher to the Maldives that you got for a honeymoon ausi nyana… we are all going together!”

Yeses!

I walk into the kitchen now. I can just see that Morafe is angry.

“Dumelang”, I greet them.

“Dumela papa”, Mahali greets me first.

“Dumela Mothipa”, Mmakabelo.

Morafe just gives me a look.

“Is everything okay in here?” I ask, looking at Morafe.

She looks like she has tears ready to stream down her face.

“Everything is fine”, Mahali.

Mmakabelo looks away.

Morafe just stares at me. I don’t even know what her look means.

“Babe, we are all leaving here today. You’ll be with mom. She will take good care of you. And I’ll be here every weekend with you.” I say to Morafe.

Mahali almost loses her mind. Mmakabelo chuckles.

“You didn’t come see me at all when I had to serve my month with your mother!” Mahali points out.

I just look at her then look at Morafe again. Then I say, “then after that, it’s just you and me at the Maldives. I can’t wait. We will be gone for two weeks, right?”

Morafe is just…

“We were actually talking about that, papa. Morafe insists that all of us go.” Mahali.

“That won’t be possible. It’s a voucher for two people”, me.

“Well, you’ll have to amend it. Mmakabelo and I didn’t have a honeymoon. If one wife has a honeymoon, we all go. Akere we are all equal, papa?” Mahali.

“To me, yes. And if I were paying for the honeymoon, I’d definitely take all three of you. It would be the right thing to do. But this voucher is a gift from Morafe’s friend and unfortunately, you are not all equal before Morafe’s friends… just as she isn’t equal to you in the eyes of your friends. This gift is for Morafe and me. Ke tsamaya leMorafe fela.” I say.

“Papa -

“Are you really going to argue with me about a gift that is not gifted to you, Mahali?” Me.

She gives a piercing stare at Morafe.

“Are we all ready for breakfast?” I ask.

“Mahali…” Morafe says. But her tone is very… frightening.

We all look at her.

“I will not be bullied by you, do you understand me?! Thabang is my husband too and I don’t need your permission to do anything with him. I certainly will not be reporting to you when I want to do things with my husband. Nna, I go to my husband. He will decide what he does after that.”

“Morafe -

“Shut up! I’m not done!” Morafe’s voice is now raised. Mahali is also a bit shaky… she didn’t expect this from Morafe.

“Don’t involve me in your marriage, just like I don’t involve you in mine. I’m prepared to bring the peace that Mmakabelo has asked of us in this family. But don’t ever get too familiar with me. I’ll show you flames! I’m confident that we can co-exist in the same space considering that we have our husband in common, but ung’thuse! Uskang’tlwayela masepa!”

With this, she walks off.

I try to follow her, but Mmakabelo calls me to the side.

I walk with Mmakabelo and we step outside, leaving Mahali alone and angry in the kitchen.

“Mothipa, it’s very obvious that you love Morafe and I’m very happy for you to have found love in your situation. But you are going to put her life in danger if you carry on this way.” She says.

“If I carry on how?” I ask her.

“Really? Ruri, Mothipa?! Was that wedding yesterday necessary? Is you coming here every weekend while she does her duties necessary? The honeymoon thing I can forgive, but even that I just feel nje that you are highlighting your favouritism very brightly. And I warned you about Mahali. I told you that lunatic is not stable. You thought I was being jealous and you fought me for her. But msadi oe otsamaya dingaka, Thabang, and if you don’t stop this thing of yours of blatantly putting Morafe first and shamelessly flaunting the fact that she is your choice and not the Mothipa circumstance, Mahali will kill her and the kids. Mahali is capable of ANYTHING, Thabang. ANYTHING!”

I ponder on what she’s saying.

“For Morafe’s sake, Mothipa, reduce the volume on the favouritism. I know that you love her and that you cannot help yourself, but for her, try. Surely, you don’t want to lose her.” She says.

I nod my head.

“Do we have proof? That otsamaya dingaka?” I ask her.

“I’ve seen her. Many people have seen her. The places she goes to are very scary.” She says.

I shake my head.

“I need to catch her red-handed.” I say.

“Well, akere you said that you are spending the weekend here this week? Keep to that story. When she thinks you are away, her guard will be down. Then you follow her and see what she does when you are not looking. You’ll see for yourself the kind of animal that you brought into our lives. This cat and mouse shit between these two women will not end well. Mark my words.” She says then heads back into the house.

…

9pm

I’ve just arrived at my apartment. I left Mosetsana, Tshenolo and Meme at Morafe’s house with Morafe’s mother. I also left Morafe’s car with them so that the mother that can do school runs and other chores. Morafe gave her hectic rules about men in the house and all of that. I know I’ll have to go patrol to ensure that all is well. Fortunately, Morafe’s mother can drive, so mine really is to just check in on them. She drove back with Morafe’s car, so she will be using that car for the next month.

Everyone who grew up in the Maja-Perre area knows that Morafe’s mother got by and supported her kids through prostitution. Then we all knew when Mmaletuka got into it as well. When Morafe ran away from home, I was very happy that she wouldn’t be in that life because no one was sure if Mmaletuka was bullied into that life or if she chose it. The fact that Morafe’s mother is still selling bums and that men are still buying… yoh, that’s wild to me. She is a beautiful woman and she gave birth to stunning daughters. The most stunning of them all is my wife today, but no man… she must retire. Morafe is already taking care of her.

I wanted to stay an extra night with Morafe. This weekend has been wild for us. Her sister is in prison and Morafe is not even talking about getting her out. The mother will not stop crying and she keeps begging me to talk to Morafe to drop the charges. The mother argues that at the end of the day, Morafe had her perfect wedding. Why is Mmaletuka still behind bars? Surely, it’s water under the bridge now. I don’t agree with this argument. The woman must take accountability for her actions. Just because she loses her temper and doesn’t know how to control herself, inconveniencing everyone else in the mix, she doesn’t get excused for that. Those dresses that had to be replaced… I paid for them. I reimbursed Wandi’s mother and I paid the queen for the dresses she brought. And it was a lot of money. We all know that Mmaletuka doesn’t have the money to pay us back, so even if we drop the assault and arson charges, we cannot sue for the damage. I see why Morafe prefers that she pays for it with trauma.

I’m also worried about Morafe because of the shit with Mahali. I really just want to hold her, hug her and tell her that I’d never let anything happen to her. But my mom told me that I need to go. She will more than teach Morafe how to be strong in this marriage. My mom told me to trust her and not baby Morafe so much, otherwise Mahali will slice her into pieces for breakfast. I trust my mother. I really do.

I decide to drive to Mahali’s house. I need to talk to this woman and put her in her place.

As I drive there, tired as I am, Morafe phones me.

“Hey baby”, me.

“Hey. Did you get home safely?” She asks me.

“I did, love. I’m just on the road now. I need to talk to Mahali.”

“Okay. Look baby, I don’t want issues. And I know I’m supposed to respect Mahali because she is a more senior wife to me. So, I’m sorry that I lost my cool with her this morning.”

“I’m not going to be mad at you for standing up for yourself, Morafe. I’m actually proud of you. Had you not put your foot down, she would’ve walked all over you. You did very well.” I tell her.

“If you say so.”

She sounds sad.

“Baby, is everything okay?” I ask her.

“I just miss you. I miss the kids. And I’m just having an emotional meltdown here because of everything that just happened this weekend. Your mom is so nice to me and she’s trying to just tell me that these things happen, you know… but I just feel so down… depressed almost.” She says.

I really should’ve stayed another night.

“Do you want me to come over there and just sleep next to you tonight?” I ask her.

“No. Mahali will put juju on me and you’ll never enjoy sex with me again”, she says.

We both actually laugh at this.

“Look my angel, we have been through a lot. But we are standing at the end of it all now. It’s gone. It’s done. And the result is that you are my wife and I’m your husband. One day, we will look over this and laugh. We made it, baby. And the kingdom has celebrated us and our love with us.”

“Yeah, you are right. Anyway love, I’m going to bed. You’ll call me in the morning? I wouldn’t want to call you while you are with Mahali. She gave me a whole rule book about that.”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll phone you. Goodnight, okay?”

“Goodnight, T. I love you.” She says. My heart….

“I love you, pelo yaka.” I say.

We hang up.

I arrive at Mahali’s place and park my car in the garage. I make my way into the house. I find her watching some reality show. She looks at me then stares at her show again.

“Mahali”, I begin.

She looks at me.

“Would you like us to get a divorce?” I ask her.

She is now on her feet. She even switches off the TV.

“What did you just say to me?” She says.

“I asked you a question. I asked you if you’d like to get a divorce”, I say.

“Thabang, keng ka wena? Ke Morafe?” Her.

“Tswa koMorafe. Tswa daar! Ke wena motho otsamayang dingaka akere? You just do as you please and say as you please regardless of the mess that you leave behind!” I’m shouting now.

“What gives you the right to say the things that you said to Morafe this morning?! Waphapha wena! The guide into our family and marriage is Mmakabelo’s job. She is my first wife. I don’t know on what authority you were even opening your mouth this morning to my wife!”

She starts crying. I knew she’d do this.

“I spoke to my father.” I say.

Now she’s shit scared.

“Le tona?” Her.

“That’s the only father I have! He will be contacting your family and there will be a meeting about your behaviour. I’ve had enough of your shit now. You have two days to decide if you want a divorce or not. I’ll give you one. I don’t mind. But if you stay in this family, you’ll clean up your act and get your shit together… or else I’ll be the one taking the drastic measures! I should’ve listened to Mmakabelo when she warned me about you. You are exactly what she said you’d be! Nx!”

With this, I leave her house. I know she’s going to cry into the night. I don’t give a shit! I’m actually tempted to drive to Dithabeng and go hug my wife. But I decide against it. It’s eight hours away and my mom did ask me for space. My apartment it is. I’ll have a good glass of whiskey, watch football highlights then pass out.