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Danny may 2024

Day 12 time travel / Day 13 D&D au

Bloodlines

Danny has never been interested in the family history, thanks to the infi- map, he knows at least one of his ancestors was a lunatic witch hunter who tried to burn alive one of his best friends, tried to kill him with toxic flowers and gave an stomachache to his other best friend, Danny's guess is:

His family were all weirdos obsessed with hunting the popular mythological creatures of their time.

It was not so hard to have that conclusion and Danny thinks it's no use trying to prove it wrong.

Until he's forced to by Mr. Lancer's school project about their family tree.

Tucker's family tree was an easy one, they learned today his mother kept all their photos and history on a book passed by generation after generation, Sam was nauseous when they learned Tucker's great great grandfather fundated Amity Park's first meat emporium, Tucker was so proud until they turned the page and saw his grandfather lost it in exchange of a "magic bean" to the Baxter's.

-Danny you have to avenge me! -

His friends could not stop laughing.

-But it was a fair exchange Tuck! -

Danny replied as he continued to laugh, they kept joking around as they made Tucker's family tree until Tucker ended up laughing too.

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Sam's history was... Complicated, Pamela Manson was eager to tell her daughter about the always rich and fabolous family the Manson's were, but something was... Off about her tale...

Many family members not mentioned but meant to be in the missing spots, like jumping from talking about her great grandfather to go directly to her grandfather.

Sam was not so easily fooled.

-Thanks mom, if that's everything, I'll write it down! -

Pamela seems pleased with that answer as she walks away to the entrance where a limousine is already waiting for her to take her for a spa day.

-I'm asking grandma Ida...-

She said to her friends.

-Why would someone not just write about their rich family?!-

Tucker said, he mentioned everyone and everything in his family tree, everything but the shameful act of his grandfather.

-Because It's a mystery Tucker and I want to be honest in my project, not just talk about shallow rich people-

The 3 teenagers went to investigate with Sam's grandma, the old woman seems excited to finally share dark family secrets with someone willing to listen, Sam got the most juicy material to make a family tree of dark secrets...

Murders, pirates, traitors, even witches, it all went to Sam's family tree.

-It's said in the dark ages one of our ancestors was the first princess to run away from her kingdom to be with a knight, unfortunately he abandoned her, but that didn't stopped her!, she may have given up the crown her family wanted her to have, but she founded a new hidden town where woman could learn about herbal remedies, agriculture and live on their own, of course the church called it a witch town-

Her grandma concluded with the oldest tale she knows about her family, Sam finished the family tree with a big smile on her face.

-Thank you grandma, you're the best! -

Ida smiled proudly.

-I must thank you too darling, at least someone will know and tell about our legacy of bloom and fire and not just... The golden petals your mother and father collected-

Her friends were quite impressed, Danny knew there was somewhere Sam's attitude came from, now he's happy to know where, Tucker was kinda jealous about her family's resilience to overcome such things as plagues, poor decisions, overthrowing... And his family never recovered for one single error.

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It was Danny's turn to make his family tree, he was not excited about it, not even the slightest, knowing this would mean 6 hours of his father rambling about how great hunters were his ancestors and horrible ways to torture a ghost, the trio were even joking about it.

-How about if we talk to your mom first?, maybe she has other interesting people besides ghost hunters in her family-

Sam tried to cheer Danny up to do the homework, they knew when Danny was not interested in the homework he would even look for the box ghost to distract him and give a mediocre work to Mr. Lancer, right now was a nice day free of ghost, so his friends would make him do a proper homework.

-Fine..., but still I have to talk with dad about his family part... You know..., the Fenton name... -

So they asked Maddie first..., she seemed a little reluctant because usually the interesting family in the family tree is the father's family, but she was happy her son wanted to know about her, so she pleased them.

-You know you descend from the first peregrines who came to America Danny? -

She told him a tale about how her family were hunted down in Europe for their physical traits of being ginger, their unique eye colors and how it all changed when they decided to run away to America, being one of the mayor families in the production of livestock and wood until Maddie herself wanted to be a scientist and she did it against the approval of her family, her sister Alicia ending up having rights over all the family farms and legacy.

Danny wrote everything down in total interest.

-Wow..., mom I never thought we had that much history!-

Danny was amazed at the history of dreams come true, his friends were quite interested too, Sam admired Maddie's will to chase her dreams and her family for overcoming people who tried to take them down, Tucker is reflexive about how Danny should be rich and maybe his family knew Danny's mom family, Maddie smiles as she ruffles Danny's hair.

-It's not that great, but you can use it if your father doesn't tell you much-

Maddie said, that intrigued Danny and his friends, after all, they expected for Jack to be someone who likes to talk about his legacy and glorious combats.

They looked for Jack before doing the family tree.

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They finally found the man eating some fudge next to the fridge.

-Hey dad, I have a homework about... Our family history, can you tell me something about it?-

Danny asked, but his father's face, seconds ago full of joy for eating his favorite dessert turned into a frown.

-Is it an obligatory homework? -

He asked, wanting to get rid of the obligation to tell them something.

-Um..., yeah, it's like 50%... No..., 80% of my grade in history... -

The percentage is higher for him, since he didn't approved the last test because of ghost hunting...

Jack looks uncomfortable about it.

-Well, then how about you write an essay so extended about your dad, you don't need to tell about anyone else at all!-

The trio were surprised by this reaction, they know he loves to talk about his childhood in war, but what makes him not say a word about other family members.

-Dad..., it's a... Family tree-

Jack finally sighed, he opened an special compartment in the fridge to take a book and give it to Danny.

-Just read the first page and give it back when you're done... -

Jack left the room to continue working on his last ghost weapon.

The trio was... Intrigued and confused, of course Danny immediately opened the book, the first page was what Danny expected...

His grandfather being obsessed with hunting an alien until he got married and war came to their country, it's not said when or where this happened, it was just this paragraph alongside how Jack's childhood was hard in that war, the incident with Vlad, his marriage with Maddie and how he was really proud of his daughter Jazz and how she would continue the family legacy of writing in this book he would give only to her...

-Well... Ouch... -

Tucker said as he saw no mention of Danny in that page, Danny no longer feeling he should respect his father's wishes, just turned the next page, it seems it was written by another person, it seems it was his grandfather's part of the story.

The tale says about a great obsession he had as a kid for constellations and everything beyond, until he saw an star fall from the sky, for the description it seems he's talking about a satellite expulsed by a natural ghost portal but the poor man would never be able to know that..., as time passed it's obvious it became the man's main obsession, so hard it make him leave his family with a lie about going to war.

"I still feel bad for my poor sweet Felice and my children Jack and Liam, Liam never deserved it, he's such a sweet child with a brilliant future..., unlike Jack, that dumb boy believes the ghost come back from the grave to hurt him, they have better things to do..., I'll leave this book to him, it's the only possession he would ever have anyways..."

Danny's grandfather part ended there.

-Your family is full of jerks Danny... -

Tucker said as they saw the last sentence, the next few pages had similar stories about obsession and how they abandoned everything and everyone just to get their fame with the mythological creatures each one was obsessed even with pictures of them catching the supposed creatures, as the tales get older it seems they had more success convincing people, the first one to be respected was Jhon Fentonightingale with the witch hunt and repelling evil spirits, ironically the most physically similar to Jack, was the first one to not act like one of his sons never existed, talking in full detail about her older daughter Janney Fentonightingale who was the first one to die of black death, his middle sons and daughters Mary Fentonightingale, Ann Fentonightingale, Jhon Willard Fentonightingale, Thomas Fentonightingale, all dead for the black death before they could turn 15 years old, the only survivors being the twins James Fentonightingale and Alexander Fentonightingale.

James Fentonightingale died trying to help his father in the family business, it turns out he was allergic to blood blossoms.

For the other side Alexander Fentonightingale ran away with the book because of him being the seventh son, he could be a werewolf, fortunately he could make a live on his own.

As they went further back, there were some things off about Danny's family members being weird, sometimes a mention full of anger or totally censor of the previous writing about their existence.

Until they reach the last page talking about the dark ages.

With no family, it's written down by a friend who describes Danny's ancestor as a knight with a black cloak, with pale skin, hair white as snow and eyes of an unnatural green like the flames of hell itself, his unsettling appearance gave him the title of:

"The Lich knight".

His story starts as an orphan knight training to be in the royal guard and pretending the princess. They grew so fond, both were planning to flee together, leaving behind the princess arranged marriage and the knight's promise to get into the royal guard if he left the princess alone, the story is cut short as another different person is now writing the tale.

Confessing the murder of the knight by someone claiming to be his brother, taking the knight's armor, his place in the royal guard and having a happy life getting married to a farmer's daughter and having children, getting away with his crime and giving the book to one of his many children, the one who admired him and trusted him blindly.

Danny closed the book.

-Your family is full of hate, craziness and betrayal..., I would not put this in my family tree... -

Tucker said in distress, Sam tries to comfort her friend putting a hand in his shoulder, he has been very quiet about this, like... Meditating about this new information.

-Something is off about this, maybe like Sam's family, but... I can't talk about this with my dad..., my grandma died and it's obvious no one knows where my grandpa is or at least if he's dead or alive..., the same goes for my uncle... -

Danny seems troubled and maybe in denial he was right, his family are all this crazy guys obsessed with hunting mythological creatures and hating all their sons or daughters who didn't share the obsession or had a significant ability.

-Maybe we can get some info in the ghost zone... -

His friends look concerned, Sam was the first one to break the silence.

-Maybe some things are meant to be left unsaid... -

Danny was going to say something when they were suddenly teleported in Clockwork's tower.

-What? -

Clockwork looks at them with a smile, too bright to be in the master of time face.

-I'm glad you're curious enough about your roots, I thought you would just write two paragraphs and forget about the subject..., like other version of you did...-

Danny laughed at this, his friends looking totally confused.

-Seriously?!, you never help in any fight both the ghost zone and earth are at risk, but you do when I have a homework?! -

Clockwork kept smiling, but the look on his eyes is one of pity.

-This is just a promise I made for an old friend... And you will find this experience quite entertaining... -

He raised his staff making it shine in a blue hue and turned it around making it create a portal.

The trio looked at each other, but Sam and Tucker stepped back, feeling this was far too personal to be included in.

Danny sighted as he jumped into the portal.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #time travel #D&D au #dannymay2024 #danny may 2024

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universefrogg · 11 months ago

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Hi just wanted to hop in to say your Lamb and Narinder designs are just so fabolous I love the clothes sm

Thank you! Trying to come up with clothes that would fit was a little hard, but it worked out well!! I'm definitely gonna draw some more fun outfits in the future. ^♤^

#frogg words #asks #drawing frilly shirts is surprisingly fun #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb related post

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teathattast · 6 months ago

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fun lil story about me: when i was in high school i just partied with the metal heads and scene kids, but when i went to parties i would always put on pop music (jason Derulo, fabolous, etc you know the early y2k cuts lol) and everyone always got mad at me for it lol

#pop music was my guilty pleasure

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blissfullyecho · 2 years ago

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hey beautiful, i just read your rebranding post and if i may ask you a question about where can i find suggestions about some good songs that’s full of self love and positivity 💕?

listening to better songs during your self development journey

songs specifically i don’t really pay too much attention to— i pay attention to the vibes that each song gives out. so i don’t know any specific song (that i personally like) that talks about self love and positivity.

what i do is i listen to songs that make me feel ethereal, beautiful, loved (not by me or anyone specifically, just loved), calm, etc.

i don’t know what kind of music you listen to but i’ll give an example: video games by lana del rey makes me feel feminine, enchanted, beautiful, romanced, etc. even though the lyrics are mostly talking to/about the other person, it’s her aura, voice, and instrumentals that make me feel that way.

i prefer songs with no cursing, no demeaning ourselves, no demeaning anyone else. basically, i like songs that aren’t aggressive.

another example in a different genre would be into you by fabolous and ashanti. the lyrics makes me feel like i’m the girl he’s talking about and his lyrics in this song makes me feel good, wanted, loved, romanced, etc. his other songs might not make me feel so good, but this song is another example.

essentially i just want to listen to music that allows me to think i’m “that girl” but i don’t want word pollution (cursing, demeaning words towards self or others, etc).

for actual song reccs, search on youtube “playlist that makes you feel like ________” and there are a TON of playlist creators made with specific songs that fit into the vibe.

i hope i kinda helped 🤍

#q/a #ask

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gray-lord-cat · 2 months ago

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ACTIVE SOARING - Reiner x OC fem reader// CHAP 2 "Ringmaster"

"Ringmaster"

YEAR 845

“Mommy, we’re back!” Manon and I say in unison as we enter her tent.

This time, “The Fabolous Orpheus Circus” will perform in Shiganshina for the anniversary of the construction of the Walls. As a wandering circus, we change places frequently, with no sedentary settlement. Where we go depends on where we’ll perform: sometimes in Wall Maria, usually in Wall Rose, once, when I was little, the circus was invited to court, even in Mitras. Hence, my only friends are Manon and the other kids on the crew, and my family comprises circus performers.

Technically speaking, the Orpheus Circus is made of three families: the Orpheus (who set up the activity, famous for their stunts and trapeze art), the Davidson (famous for their clowning and juggling), and the Schumanns (famous for being animal tamers).

“I’m here, my loves!” Mom calls us from the back of the tent, her voice orotund as always.

She sits by her petineuse, putting make-up on her face for her performance. My mother, also known as “Moira” (the name was given by her best friend, Aunt Lara), is often described as beautiful, and she truly is. I always wished to have her straight hair, instead, we got dad’s crazy curls; thank god I have Manon who takes care of both of our hair, setting the curls in a perfect curled shape.

Today, Mom’s show is called “Flying to the Moon”, which includes using suspended bars or swings, gracefully soaring through the air, and executing a mesmerizing array of twists, spins, flips, and daring maneuvers. I know she’ll leave the audience breathtaking with her performances high above the ground, with her daring skills and aerial prowess. As always. I hope to be able to fly like her one day. To break a spear in my favor, I’m pretty good for my age, more than my sister, who lately gave up on attending the lessons mom gives us.

“Hello Mommy” Manon deceitfully goes behind her and kisses her made-up cheek.

I would do the same, but my sister is the mastermind when it comes to deceiving our parents into giving us something we want. It works every time with dad, but with mom, it’s another story.

“You look beautiful today, mama,” I say, trying to help the cause.

“’today’? You know I don’t like when people put a limit to my beauty, honey”

My sister glares at me as for saying ‘I’ve got this, leave it to me’.

Go for it, Manny

“No mama, you always look beautiful” says Manon, curling her hair in her tiny fist

“Girls, the answer is no, you’re not going to perform today” damn

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-” “That is not fair, you told us we were ready for the crowd! Are you embarrassed of us? Are we that bad with the trapeze and you lied to us?-” “-pleasepleasepleaseplease”

“Enough, both of you. You will not be up there today. And the reason is because I said so.” She says with a stern voice, putting her make-up palette down with force so that even the petineuse jumps.

We both shut up. Our mother sighs, rubbing her temples, trying to calm down. She always had a short temper but tries her best with us, and always calms herself when she yells at us. She slowly gets up from the furniture

“But Dad said we could do it…” I try to interfere

“And I should care about what your father said because…?”

“… because… he’s the other parent…?”

“That’s right. But after I spent more than 9 months waiting for you two to come out, in pain and in heat, and after pushing you all out of me for almost two days, happily discovering that I just had twins in a stall” she said threateningly in one breath “I get to have the final decision”

Manon and I share a glance. Peaks of having a twin is telepathy. We’re done here

“fine fine”

“c’mon go put your costumes on. Victoria, you are gonna be the ringmasters along with your father”

“I wanted to do that!” “ugh, I hate doing that. I want to fly with you!” Manon and I both yell at the same time, then grin at each other. We'll delight ourselves in an ancient technique used by every identical twin. Swapping.

The ringmaster is the master of ceremonies that introduces the circus acts to the audience. Sometimes, like in this case, the ringmaster is the owner and artistic director of the circus. My father descends from a family of circus performers, the Orpheus. As I mentioned, they are famous for their acrobatics and trapeze dancing and my dad was one of these athletes, known as “Mercury”. When he was young, he was my mother's partner in these stunts and so together they were known as “Moira and Mercury, the marvelous perilous”.

However, one day, way before my sister and I were born, during a rehearsal the rope he was practicing on snapped. He fell from 20 feet and broke his legs. Since then and after a lot of therapy and exercise, he has remained limp and therefore now he limits himself to organizing the circus and being the ringmaster.

“Manon be cooperative, you were the co-ringmaster last time. And you, Victoria, be grateful. And be patient, I’ll let you fly in a couple of spectacles”

“a couple?!”

“yes, a couple. Now evaporate”

Before I complain again, Manon grabs my hand and we leave the tent.

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“I don’t get why you don’t like to be a ringmaster” Manon asks me as he leans on my shoulder to put her shoes on.

“It’s so embarrassinggg”

“you make it embarrassing”

It is true. Every time mom forces me to do the ringmaster, I forget my lines and stare at the audience as my dad patiently waits for me. They both know I suck at opening ceremonies like this, and they always try me to do it. I know they mean well but it’s not working. My sister, on the contrary, truly enjoys doing it; sometimes she even dances while reciting her lines. I would just fly around with Mom like we do in our training, and not speak to anyone. Letting the wind go through your hair, not feeling your body weight, and just being free. This is what I want to do. Here. With my family and my friends. Traveling around the walls and letting everyone see our talents. Oh well, I’ll just have to wait a few years for it to happen.

“thank you, dear sister”

“you’re welcome. So what are you going to do while I take your place?”

She knows the answer. She just wants to hear it. It’s where I always go when mom and dad are occupied. I hide to read Aunt Lana’s old library collection. If I can’t feel free up the trapeze, I’ll enjoy my aunt’s fantasy books. After she died, rather, after she was killed, I had to hide them from the rest of the family, except Manon of course. I’ll read about the stories that she heard from travelers from around the walls, “witnesses from other worlds” as she would say. Stories of people who would fly on balloons, run on machines with four wheels, eat iced food (and even sweet clouds!), but most importantly stories of strange animals (zepras… no zebras I think they were called?). I wonder if there’s some truth in those books.

“you know where I’m going”

“yes, I know, but next time I’ll come with you! I miss reading them” Manon looks at me with a nostalgic and sad face, I know she’s about to cry. Sometimes, we both do when we read her books, as we can still feel her reading those to us, like when she was still alive.

I hug Manon tight, whispering to her “Don’t worry, Manny. We’ll do that right after the show. And when we’re all grown up, we’ll visit those places”

My sister gasps and her eyes light up “so you do believe they exist!”

I roll my eyes “yea yea whatever- ouch!” I stop because Manny pinched my cheek

“Say. They. Exist.” Ah, shit, she has that look again. Terrifying.

“They exist, they exist!”

“mh, good.” Then, as if nothing happened, she kisses my cheek, gives me a hug, and runs away before saying “Don’t worry sis, I promise you we’ll see the world that exists behind those hideous walls”

Oh Manny

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Just as I was about to grab the books and run away, I felt a presence from behind me. The sound of a cane approaching. Dad!

“Victoria is that you?”

“yes, dad. I was about to put my costume on” Sorry for lying Dad

“be quick, sweet girl. The show is about to start. Do you remember your lines this time?” he says as he gets closer to kiss my forehead.

“dad, I always remember them before the show! The problem is that I can’t remember them anymore during the show! And everyone looks at me and-”

“okok, I understand, my love. I was also a shy kid, you know? I understand, I promise. Now put your costume on and I’ll do your hair” he offers

Fuck “no, daddy, there’s no need. I can do it myself. I’ll see you backstage, okay?”

“Nono, Vicky. I want to do your hair. Please? You and Manon are growing up so quickly, I’ll miss doing these things for you”

“ok, I’ll go get the costume” I can’t say no to him, he’s always so unbearably nice. Great, now I’ll have to go around the city like a clown. Let’s just hope Manon and I will match

After he wets my hair and ties it into two half pigtails, he takes a final look and says “all done, baby. C’mon, let go!”

Before he grabs my hand I interject “let me just put a final touch to my make-up and I’ll come right away”

“all right, baby. But be quick” he kisses my cheek before going towards the ring.

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“psss, Manon!”

“Vicky?”

“here, Manon!”

“why are you all dressed up? Had a change of mind?” she smirks

“no, I encountered Dad while I was about to go out and I had to put my costume on”

“…and your hair…” she side-eyes them, giving me a skeptical look

“oh god, is it bad?” I start to try and fix my half-ponytails. I feel my hair all knotted and tangled. Ugh

“no, they’re surprisingly good. Like mine!” she reveals that her hair is tied just like mine. Thank god!

“Good! We match, now go!” I kiss her cheek and run out of the tent. She’ll do great, like always.

#attack on titan #aot #aot oc #aot ocs #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk #slow burn #slow build #anime #x reader #reiner braun x oc #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader

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vampcubus · 6 months ago

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Hello your fabolousness, respectfully here is poll anon coming back after checking the results. First of thank you so much your highness, may you stay forever slaying and in good health always. Fuck the haters, fuck dem kids, and like we say in Spanish should the butcher listen to the pigs squeal?

Anyways, thanks alos everyone who voted. If it's alright with her faboulousness I'd like to announce my decision. Like Marie Kondo says this does not spark joy therefore I will not be continuing that interaction. If I may, and if anyone is interested I would love to give some tea but I feel that I've abused the grace and time of her fabouliusness the queen too much today. But sincerely thanks again and considering that boy dropped and perhaps a bullet dodged. Sincerely, an indecisive bitch who's given too many fucks once upon a time.

you’re welcome! kekeke pls you’re making me laugh 😂 no need to be so formal! AND DROP THE TEA RN I’M NOSY ASF 🤲

also i’m def stealing the ‘should the butcher listen when the pigs squeal?’ line 🥶

#‧₊🧛🏻‍♀️˚⊹ ashi rambles #poll anon

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shurislover · 2 years ago

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letitia would definitely post you to old school love songs. songs like Into You by Fabolous & Tamia

#letitia wright #letitia x reader

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iamgrape · 7 months ago

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Gluttonous Love♡lust 9

PREVIOUS || CH9 || NEXT

-Sometime later-

"Hey Niki what's up with you?" Its been a couple of days since you said Niki can meet up with you dad through you don't really say when. It made him a bit nervous about it. "MC said I'll meet their dad soon...."

"Dad? Oh my? Isn't that quite a move. It means Niki is on the stage of meeting the family~ sigh Niki is gone from my grasp... " Rinne dramatically says.

"Your not helping Rinne." Niki rolled his eyes. He look at the others whos busy on their own thing. He saw Kohaku looking at someone out in the window.

When Niki look at where his looking at, he saw a person standing on the opposite of the street. They don't look anyone familiar.

"Someone you know?"

"... No." Kohaku denied and averted his gaze away from the stranger. He went and enjoy his smoothie. It's after all a break time for the four. "By the way, Niki-han are you going to take the demon with you as your partner?" He heard the topic of those two and wonder about it.

Demons is only rarely given a soul mate but it doesn't mean they can't choice their own life partners, it's just that they don't know if they will be happy till the end with them unlike soul mates that's 100% of the chance of happening.

"Huh..." The gluttony eyes widen by the question and thought about it. "What's the difference does it make? The two of us been living together for a long time now. Isn't that what partners mean if so, we been partners for a long time." He felt his ears heat up from his own words. But there's a smile on his face.

"Not even denying it?! NIKI YOU TRAITOR!" once again Rinne complain with crocodile tears. "Shut up Rinne." -niki.

"Merumeru! Niki is bullying me!"

"Himeru doesn't care Amagi." - Himeru.

">:T" -rinne

Somehow looking at his friends interaction calms his nervousness. It would be fine... After all it's not like it's important if the person approve or not. His just the dad, his not a higher up to place orders.

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"My adorable daughter ~" a strawberry blonde stranger who's in his 20+ based on the looks and wearing something quite Fabolous and fitting greats you and Niki.

He run toward You and gives you showering kisses in the forehead and cheeks and pinch your cheeks unauthorized! He then hugs you tightly, quite missing you and glad to see you again after running away from home for like a year. What a rebellious child he have!

"How I miss you! You seems feed well, still cute and precious." Your dad pats your head and take his phone to take selfie with you who's frowning the moment he become quite overbearing touchy touchy.>:T

"Smile~ I'm going to send this to your uncles~" he takes photo even without you smiling and send the photo to a family group chat.

"Dad!" You complain after he taken the nth photo. "Your annoying!" You push him off you. "STOP IT!!" but he refuse as he needs to take more photos with his adorable daughter!

"............." Niki was staring at the scene in very confuse and shock look. He knows this person very well, after all how could he not? Your dad is one of the lord of Demon realm. The lord of lust, Asmodeus.

...

"Oh. So when your gone for whole year, you were living with this demon." Asmo look at Niki from head to foot. Analyzing him. "Well, not bad." He nodded complimenting the looks of Niki and physics.

"But how come you don't send letters back home >:T my own daughter is making me worried for a whole year! I almost thought you where the one that get your own heart harvested by Ayase." After approving of the partner of yours his attention went to you again.

"What now..." you were confuse what you heard from him. Isn't that like a Crime?????

"Nothing ~ beside I'm glad your safe and sound. You and your brother all get that attitude of leaving without note from your mom!" He felt quite displeased about such matter. "(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠) then why do you even make her your wife. " You rolled your eyes at your dad.

"Because I am beautiful and I can get who I want.> :3 " your dad shamelessly says.

"Ye but she left you anyway." Your words is nothing but a punch to his ego.

"...."- Asmo.

".... Your wife have horrible taste for liking someone like you. She should gone with Simon person." You rolled your eyes and did not see that your dad is quite mad at your words. "Cause his more nice than you >:3 and his an angel." You give him a Criminal judgemental look from head to toe. "Ugly."

"you little—（#＾ω＾）ﾋﾟｷﾋﾟｷ" Asmo. This child of his is quite the one who speak so ill and sarcastic, just like the mom!

Niki can't help but be in a deep thought watching you interact with a higher up. He felt happy to see you not that bad of a relationship with your dad and him approving of him as your partner. But there's something that bugged his heart, he don't understand it.

...

"MC~ you go and get the orders ok?" Asmo winks at you as your forcefully been told to get the orders and leave him with Niki. You tearfully walk to the counter to get the food in hurry, what if that demon seduce Niki >:T!

When your figure is quite far, Asmo wide smile drop as he stared at his child in far distance.

"How much do you like MC?" He ask Niki even through his not looking at him.

"I don't know how much.... but Master makes me smile everytime I talk to her and think about her. " the demon of gluttony stared at you who was nervous when around some other people and trying to get the order with a low tone. "They makes me happy...." He added thinking of the good times.

"Well mc is quite funny but not as comedic as her mom." Asmo stared at Niki. "Usually in such drama sequence like this, parents are supposed to be over protected and all that. I am but I notice you probably won't harm them in non kinky way. Anyway so I would not worry that much.... " The lord of lust wink at Niki chuckle about him knowing something have happened between them.

"If anything, I'll be more curious what will you do if she too... Disappear one day..." His last words almost spoke in a mumble, his eyes shows sadness for a mare seconds.

The demon of gluttony wanted to ask him what he mean by that but you already come back with the food and hugged Niki and glared at Asmo. ">:T you better not seduce my servant." You then take bite of the dish.

"( ᐢᢦᐢ ) free food is good but Niki food is better." You won't mind a free meal especially the money is coming from that hateful demon (Asmo) pocket

"(´･_･`) you really act like Beel and your mom." Asmo was amaze as you eat the dish less than few seconds. " ^ o̴̶̷̥᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ^ wife don't hopefully cheat on me without me knowing." He thought about it, what if that's the case? Ah but looking at you, clearly your his baby. Your adorable and cuteness can only be taken from HIS genes!

Yet seeing you enjoying the meal, he can't help but joke."(,,•ω•,,و(و⁾⁾cause I think it's unfair I don't join in the fun~ I mean a 3P—"

">:((" you frown at him as you heard this unfunny joke from him more than once. " You should be alarm. This great mc will dethroned you one day, you and your Stupids jokes." You told him as you three left the establishment.

"Ah? Ahahaha... How could that be~ aren't you an inexperienced little imp just a few days ago~?ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*) "Asmo seems to know when it happen. This creepy bastard....

"........( •᷄ὤ•᷅) and you said this great mc need to keep in touch with a creep like you?" - You mumble under your breath.

"Beside I have long told you, you can't.... " Asmo played with the strand of his hair. You rolled your eyes as you heard of this before. "(;￢_￢) because someone is more good looking than me? Sure I heard of that before."

"......₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾ do you think my children is not beautiful? Ah. Obviously not." He chuckle, you stared at him.

"(´･_･`).... Is it cause of that wife of yours....?" Your worried if your dad is still not over that person. He shouldn't because why should a lord of lust be in such heartbreak in many years to someone who's not even his soul mate? Someone who shouldn't exist those time, sometime ago...?

"( ᵕ ᵕ̩̩ ) who knows?" -asmo. He takes a deep breath and sigh. He look at you and Niki. " (๑ت๑)ﾉ you two looks so cute. Let's go take a pictures!" He then proceed to take 100 selfies with you two making you frown when you realize his hiding his sadness again.

#Gluttonous Love♡lust #niki shiina x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x you #shiina niki x reader

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depressedtheatrekiddo · 7 months ago

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Picture this.

Stevie on the most fucking perfect killer queen dress you could ever think about, Robbie and them decided on going to see a drag performance and then fuck around a little, dance and be so fucking fabolous and pretty and all

AND

Robin isn't there, she's running late. Why didn't he pick her up? Well, Robs was staying at Chrissy's and she was dropping them. As Steve's sent a message to Chris and she told her that she already left Robbie there, so Stevie went to check out outside.

Robs there, uncomfortable, searching a way to enter the club, their eyes scanning the street, fear on her eyes.

Steve sees there's a man with her, has them by her wrist and is awfully close

What a fucking dumbass

AND THEN BAM

Steve does that shit they did on the Russian base you know, the think that he picked up that thing and hit the Russian guard

But

Now it's her heel they quickly put in his own hand in two seconds and hit the man in the face once they see Robin being touched

And she thinks "not again" because they didn't know what happened to Robin in the Russian base but he can imagine

So he knocks out the man with her heel

"I get you're jealous because she pulls more girls than you would never but there's no need to be an asshole" And then she spits on the man eye "ya infertil ass, next one I'm gonna rip your balls and make me earrings with them"

And then she switches back as their sweet self "Are ya okay Robs?"

"Perfectly fine Stevie"

Robin's eyes goes from scared and empty to fondly and full of love as she looks at Steve. Stevie smiles softly and takes of their face a stroke of hair.

" 'm glad, wanna enter again?" Steve offers their hand and his soulmate takes it as they enter the club, Nelly Furtado singing Maneater as they do

And it's fucking epic

And they rule.

#they/she robin <3 #I'm a believer of enby stevie = enby robs #it just makes sense #of course they give each other their gender when they don't want it #the sillies <3 #ANYWAYS #I think we all agree that something happened to robin on the russian base #But guys #today I'm going to start a new movement #we must all forget about stranger things #like yeah thanks for giving me the characters but now they don't belong to ya (and the assholes on there 🤢🤢)#so #I propose #we all enter in collective delirium and create a Robs and Stevie chaotic series #that's gonna be the new canon.#no more steve from stranger things #but stevie from the squad #the squad because #they're duplicated #and as they have to personalities each other because gender #they're four #you know #(I have a problem I know and I'm sorry)#anyways #dio shit #steve harrington #robin buckley #should we change their names like on arsene vs sherly #or should I say herly #genderfluid steve harrington

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honeybeewhereartthee · 10 months ago

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MY DARLING DOLLS 45

PREVIOUS || PT8 CH45 || NEXT

It seems indeed there a case of people who saw you many years ago and sees you again now and think how strange it is that you don't seems to age, even a bit.

It was not something to not be surprised about or think how odd reaction it was.

People just reacting what sane human would do: torch their way to your place and demand to burn the witch. In this case you. And you who's looking at the scene on the balcony.

"Oh noo... I'm gonna die... " You dramatically fall to Kanata arms who chuckle at your silliness. "Ah! 'dont' 'die'.... It be 'sad'... And 'tragic'...." He seems to understand what your going for as he play along with you.

*smack.

"Stop fooling around." You both get hit In the head with a newspaper. "Meanie! >:(" you frown as you rub your head and glare at the old tojou.

"this meanie is about to help you about your problem. I guess I won't."

"I don't need help!" You rolled your eyes. "I can find some solution on my own..." Bad habits die hard.

"can't I help you, my dollmaker?"

"...."

"you need to 'trust' and depend on someone help too even just a bit. Well you let us help you?"

"..."

"one person cannot make an island. As they say." He stare at your eyes wanting to show how he wish to help you.

[ coward. Do it. ]

'why.'

[you have to understand that people wish to help you, yet how could you be helped if you close the door and slap people hands away? Such habit of yours leads the down fall of a fucking asshole. ]

You felt that it's a burden to ask for someone for help. It seems that your taken a while to answer kanata because he chuckle and smiles as if already known such response from you.

"ah... I 'understand'..." Kanata seems to notice your silence and nodded his head in understanding. "If you wish to play as the witch. Then I'll be a witch with you~" he thought of it and it's the best plan he can think about!

*smack

"thats not how you fix this!" You two once again smacked in the head by the asian old man, tojou. "geez. Kids those days." He sigh before looking at the crowd. "They going to burn the house down..." You heard someone said, you look who it was and it was the young lady.

"..." You look at the crowd who's asking you out. "Hey are you all jealous cause I look so beautiful than your wrinkles and wanky face? " You yelled out to them and the crowd went wild for the bad reason as you seems to trigger them even more.

"So many fans! Thank you thank you! It's not my fault I am born beautiful and Fabolous to look so dashing and gorgeous even in this age of mine~" you wink at them. You hear a sigh from people behind you. "Do you felt bad to dispose such ethereal being cause your jealous ass cannot take care of yourself?" You giggle knowing too well your getting to people skin. "it's actually easy to be this fabulous like me....

It's cause I MIND MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS. NOW FUCK OFF!" You throw a middle finger at them, very annoyed at them now. "If you burn this place down. I'll burn YOU to shred and you think it's all bark. I know science bitches. I will burn you in chemicals you don't even know yet!"

*smack.

Someone thrown a rock at you but Kanata who's besides you stop it before it hits you.

"That's very 'rude' for you to throw rock at someone head..." He look disappointed at the person who throw that. "Even through my dollmaker speak ill of you all, they don't raise a hand to harm you (yet)."

"You guys are out to get another 'life' just because they look 'different' and ' unique ' don't you think such 'mindset' is full of 'envy' in the mask of 'heroism'?" His voice is not loud as you are but it's soft yet well spoken to be heard by the crowd outside.

They all look at him, almost felt bad yet they all argue back that witch are supposed to be burn. Because they are sinners. Children of devil's.

"then everyone should be 'burn' in the 'pendulum'. As each one of you in the crowd are sinners like we are; One of you did adultery behind their spouse back, the other steals from thee neighbors, the other one envy the good life of others even through thee have good life on thee own;

'one from the back sloth away their life, waste every seconds for laziness yet loath the idea of wealth of hard work of others." He seems to know a lot of things that causes the people that he speak out the secrets that only those who evolve should know yet he who they never seen before know. Somehow as he speak away, be have this divine or some holy aura around him. Making others see as if his glowing, a saint or a god...

One of the people in the crowd denied what he claims and Kanata smiles at that person.

"It's ok to deny one sin in front of others, cause you 'dread' the outcome, the 'karma' you will face, [little adultery cheating spouse of another]." He clap his hand not caring he just told who was the adultery person.

The crowd goes wild as the cheating spouse tried to deny it but thee wife already out to get their ass beat cause of such fact being told.

"But what secret doesn't goes unsaid? All secrets shall be told today. I will say everything you 'hide' deep inside of your 'souls'... Oh sinners of this 'world', do you think your pitiful souls are ready to be burn in river of flame?"smiling warmly as he spread his arms welcoming them. His emerald eyes seems to shine in Glee, the mark of northern stars appear in his iris.

"for some reason I wanna go down on my knees and pray." You heard the old tojou commented in disbelief. You look at him and his really impress with Kanata. It seems that was not just a single thing with the old tojou as you watch some of the crowd went down and asking for forgiveness especially the one who throw the rock just now.

"ah.... 'oopsie' I don't mean it to end like a 'cult'..." Kanata find the situation to be difficult now. It seems he have over done it. But those people are the one who making him do such drastic measure of talking it out ... Before he really have to do something demanding and merciless if they don't comply to what he want.

"Kanata looks so cool and divine just now! Just like some KAMI descended on this earth." You can't help be impressed, also wanting to go down on your knee but since your holding on the wall, you can bare it and not suddenly go crazy and worship this doll beside you.

"ah.... A 'god' you say....?" His eyes widen at your words. "But I'm 'no longer' a 'god'..." You barely hear what he said just now before his attention shifted to something. "Ah! [ Miss ] please don't do that. The little one in your stomach will be harm." He seems to worry about others even so they fault him just now, he went to help the woman up. "Please be careful." He stared at her before looking at everyone.

"You all shouldn't be so energetic at this hot day. You'll get headache... And heatstroke. And being hateful those days will only gives you wrinkles than satisfaction..." He nags the crowd like mama hen before he stared at the sky, the clear blue sky. It was so hot today too. You just don't remember it since the problem before you.

"ah. It's too hot... I'm going to have 'heatstroke'." He dramatically put his hand on his forehead before he looks hopeless to the crowd yet a smile on his face.

"Won't you all forgot such hateful topic about witch, my dollmaker is simple just young looking... It might be a curse.... Ah.. it's hopeless.. what if they cannot marry for others will treat them nothing but a young child... Even so they are over the age of courting..." He stories to change the crowd minds and ideas about you.

Somehow it's working as he gives a good words on why you look so young and don't seems to age to the crowd. through maybe it was the fact how he show such godly image earlier they all become his cult member... And believer.

you watch the whole thing in the sideline and have gain sympathy of others cause you are an old maid to their eyes. Your like: wth just happened.

Even ritsu cannot believe this crap that he witness yet he remembers that Kanata is a friend of yours. Nothing is normal with anyone who hang around you that long while.

Today sure is weird...' you thought.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #my darling dolls au #kanata shinkai x reader #kanata shinkai #shinkai kanata #shinkai kanata x reader #my darling doll au main story #my darling dolls au main story #my darling doll au #my darling dolls #mdd main story part eight

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uzumaki-rebellion · 2 years ago

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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 60″

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"Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man It's not even funny they can't (Breathe) The chokehold's too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past, that they can't (Breathe) In the presence of the man Your future looks better than your past If you present with the man, you better (Breathe)"

Fabolous – "Breathe"

N'Jadaka took his children with him to Necropolis City.

Defeating the last challenger clinched the throne for him, and the moment they placed the claw necklace of the king around his neck, he knew the real work could begin. Hundreds of Wakandans witnessed his rightful ascension back to his place of power. Fearfully and wonderfully re-made, King N'Jadaka stood before his people and heralded a new age for the kingdom.

Riki was the first to reach him, clamoring for a hug, weepy-eyed, and mouth open to cry out "Baba!", gulping breath and choking on his words to express his happiness at having his father back. Joba circled her arms around his neck too, and N'Jadaka gazed at his eldest, Sydette, who stood wide-eyed, watching him.

"Sweet Pea," he said, and his daughter covered her eyes with her hands and wept.

No more. His children would never have to weep over him again. He was in control of the nation. He made the rules. Steered the ship. Mount Bashenga anointed him with an inner glow that everyone could see and feel. He read it on their faces. Most could barely look him in the eye without quaking in their shoes. He could feel it too and would use it to his advantage. Once his children were soothed and secure, his eyes automatically drifted toward Yani.

She was afraid of him.

Perhaps 'afraid' was too strong a word. Nervous? Unfamiliar with him?

Her gaze flitted across his entire body and there was an awe there. She looked away quickly, and he turned his attention back to the children before he glanced over at his grandfather and Disa. She stared at him in a way that reminded him of their days back at M.I.T. when they had talked all night out in the quad as best friends and comrades against American exploitation. His stay in the mountain realm had recalibrated every part of him. A new set of eyes took in Disa as a trusted companion. His love for her felt changed at that moment. She looked away first, and it was like a rubber band snapping against his skin, a sharp awareness and then a gradual fading.

When his piercing gaze latched on to Yani again, there was a distinct sensation that deepened in intensity. He wanted to touch her, speak to her. It had been so long since he had her in his presence, and there was so much to say.

But duty came first.

"Kumkani, we must leave for the Hall of Panthers," Lithemba said.

She lifted his hand in hers.

"I want my children to come with me… ride over there in the ship," he said.

Lithemba nodded and had her assistant guide the little ones toward the Royal Talon Fighter that hovered above them, waiting. N'Jadaka turned and waved at the crowd who yelled his name, starting another chant that made him give them all a sincere smile. There was so much to do before the huge international delegation arrived in Wakanda. He needed to speak with Nick Fury and also get Nakia up to speed with Ramonda's help.

Ramonda was familiar with many political leaders globally over the years and he needed a jump on all of their personalities and quirks. Regime changes always brought out the scavengers and jackals wanting to pick clean the bones of their enemies, and N'Jadaka was about to make Wakanda enemy number one to the world.

He had to prepare for war.

America was first on his list to destroy as a world power. They were the puppet masters that pulled strings all over the globe. Some Black intellectuals, including his own mother, were fond of quoting Audre Lorde's "the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house". N'Jadaka didn't want to disrespect elder wisdom, but the fact was, the C.I.A. did not train Lorde and she never acted in the capacity he had with dismantling entire nations. He had above and beyond the master's tools and training. His rule would devastate them at their own game soon enough.

Joba wouldn't stop staring at him.

As Riki and Sydette watched the world fly by below them, his youngest child studied his face. He kissed her cheek and fingers and settled into enjoying their youthful energy again.

"Can we call you King Baba now?" Sydette asked.

Her eyes twinkled looking at him.

"I'm still just Baba," he said, tugging on her hair beads.

"You were gone so long. Longer than you promised," Sydette said.

"I know. They wanted to make Baba perfect for you," he said.

"You were already that," Sydette said.

"Baba, can we come back and live with you?" Riki asked.

"You have a beautiful home—"

"The palace is our home," Riki insisted.

His son flopped his body across Erik's knees.

"We are supposed to be with the king!" Riki said.

King.

Hearing it from a child made it feel real.

He did it. A kid from Oakland making it all the way to king status on his own terms. The fairytale journey had been long and arduous. So much had been lost, found, and gained over the decades since he left California.

"Look, Baba," Joba said.

The Royal Talon Fighter swooped down and floated above the ongoing repairs for the Hall. The explosion that rocked it left visible scars on the structure that were slowly being covered. Their landing was soft, and he turned to his children.

"I will see you all tonight at the coronation ball," he said.

"Aw, we wahn stay with you," Riki whined.

"This part of the ceremony I must do alone. The Doras will take you back to the palace to rest and prepare for tonight."

He kissed and hugged each one of them.

"You can play in my suite with Grandpop until I return."

The children fretted but blew him kisses. He watched the ship fly off safely before he followed Lithemba into the Hall of Panthers. They strolled past the chambers of his ancestors and headed to an underground dwelling that he had been to before. Four years previously, he had ordered the priests there to burn all the sacred purple heart-shaped herb as a display of his power, knowing full well that Wakandans weren't stupid. They would have seeds saved to create more of the plant. But they wouldn't be able to grow it fast enough to get it to someone else before he changed the kingdom. They did, of course. Nakia had slipped into the chamber and stolen a plant before they burned down all the rest for him.

It was a slow-growing plant, blooming only after two years, so it did not surprise him to see a full garden batch glowing purple from the earthen floor beneath the kings and queens of the past.

"Come this way, King N'Jadaka," Lithemba said.

Altar children stood nearby, watching him with fearful eyes. A young shaman stood aside as N'Jadaka strode through, taking his position on the red earth, the dirt soft against his back. He wondered who would come to him this time. Where would he go? Back to a cramped Oakland apartment?

His heart beat faster, but he pushed back on any doubt that he was worthy of going back into the ancestral realm as a king. He was the Golden Jaguar. An Udaku. A child of the diaspora. It was his rightful time to rule.

Lithemba ground up a plump heart-shaped herb and prayed while she worked, heating it over a low fire near his head. The air in the chamber was thick with incense, and the cloying odor of the herb itself growing only four feet away from him.

"Drink, Kumkani… drink and relax," Lithemba said.

He lifted his head and swallowed down the bitter herb. The children helped bury the red earth all over him and there was a slight panic at having his face covered with dirt. The feeling left him as the heart-shaped herb took hold of him once more, reconfiguring his DNA and taking him under…

N'Jadaka pushed up through the soft earth.

Dressed in the same white knitted robes he wore on Mount Bashenga, he stepped out of his burial mound and into a mystical landscape painted in the hues of purple and blue aurora borealis lights shimmering across a twilight sky. It felt like the same astral dimension Bast kept him in back at her temple. It was familiar and comforting. In the distance, dark trees with flourishing canopies dotted the horizon, and one, in particular, caught his eye. The fruits it bore were several Black Panthers lounging across branches, watching him with shiny, glowing white eyes that turned dark lavender the closer he walked to them.

N'Jadaka stared up at the night sky as the lights danced above them, adding a touch of glowing green to the colors that made the stars twinkle so brightly. He took a deep breath, grateful to be outside and not locked inside a room from his past.

Two lounging panthers stood up from their branches and growled at him, forcing his attention back to them. They both dropped to the ground and a brilliant white light shapeshifted them into humans.

A man and a woman.

N'Jadaka dropped to his knees immediately, not prepared to face these particular ancestors.

"Rise child. You are a king once more. Our equal," the woman said.

Proud. Haughty. Elegant. Beautiful.

Queen Shuriyah stood in front of him in the flesh and tears fell from his eyes.

"This has been quite a journey, eh eh, no… do not wipe your eyes. I know who you are, my son," she said.

Shuriyah held out her hand toward the man next to her.

"Baba, look at your child," she said.

"N'Jadaka…"

The man's voice made him lower his head. The power within it was too much to take in. A mountain was named for him. An entire city. There would be no united Wakanda if not for him.

Bashenga. The Shaman King. The first to taste the heart-shaped herb and use vibranium to catapult his people into the future before the Europeans came out of their filthy caves. The first Black Panther.

"Hear me, son… look at me," Bashenga said.

The light from Bashenga's aura was greater than the lights glowing in the sky. N'Jadaka raised his eyes to level with his greatest grandfather and he recognized an equal.

"It is rare for Bast to come to rulers. She appears only to those that have the task of shifting the tide of the people. I was the first," Bashenga said.

"I was the second," Shuriyah said.

"You are the third, my precious grandson," Bashenga said.

A cultural weight drifted onto N'Jadaka's shoulders. He lifted it and grew accustomed to how it felt carrying it.

"Becoming king is not an easy feat for any Udaku, but our family has prevailed in ruling for centuries because we have always kept a vision of where we wanted Wakanda to be. I am afraid that the old ways have not suited us," Bashenga said.

He wore a large-plumed feather headdress, and a bright scarlet robe draped over one shoulder. He carried a spear and his regal, dark face rested in wisdom. Shuriyah shared the same blood-red colored robe with a tall isicholo. She held her body the way it looked in the painting hanging in his personal office. Older in appearance, she still had the flame of power in her eyes.

N'Jadaka glanced above her head. The light in the sky shifted colors, the evening glow growing lighter with pinks and pale orange until it was daytime, and they stood in a lush grassland green with growing things all around them. Other panthers in the trees dropped and shimmered into his other ruler ancestors, watching him with keen eyes and heads held high like they were honored to see him.

"The tragedy that befell our family brought you here. We needed new eyes… a new voice… a new vision to lead us in the coming troubles… and there is trouble coming, my son. This day and age needs new blood, and your father made us a valuable king. You are a unique man, N'Jadaka. Being a king will not be your only triumph. Inside of you is the wisdom of the diaspora that we turned our backs on long ago," Bashenga said.

"That way of thinking served us for a time," Shuriyah said.

"Why did you go out into the world, Umama, and come back without ruling it all?" N'Jadaka asked.

He had read his father's journals and knew the questions that N'Jobu wanted answers to.

"Our people were not ready to engage with a vast barbaric world," she said. "I saw firsthand what I wished not to be a part of. Tyrants and weakness. Uncivilized people from other places would wage war on us forever to take what is ours. As humans, we made choices you may think unwise or selfish from your era. But you will learn as king that not everyone can see from your vantage point. But now…"

Shuriyah held her hands open and stepped closer to him. She clasped her hands over his and the warmth made him cry again.

"Our people have someone who has been in the world and is from our culture. Your father brought you up as a Wakandan as best he could. Your mother gave you the tools to ready you for ruling Wakanda better than anyone I know of. You, N'Jadaka, were meant to take us into the future. You carry Bast, that rascal, Ogum, and the love of a people who endured centuries of cruelty inside your soul. Who better to lead in this new age, hmm? You came right on time, child. Bend the world on its knees for our people everywhere. We all stand with you and T'Challa. Think of him not as your cousin, but as your brother from now on."

Bashenga placed a hand on N'Jadaka's shoulder.

"Your father and uncle have reconciled. Ease your heart and mind. You are on the right path for our people. It is our time to come out from hiding. Be the light, N'Jadaka—"

"And also the blade, if you have to," Shuriyah affirmed.

N'Jadaka stood taller. He drank in their words. The light in the sky grew brighter. Shuriyah touched his face and Bashenga squeezed his shoulder.

"Go back knowing that all the ancestors stand with you and your brother. The Black Panther and The Golden Jaguar must stand tall and strong," Bashenga said.

N'Jadaka could feel his spirit fading from their realm.

"I won't let you down," N'Jadaka called out as the glow of light blinded him.

The faint vision of Shuriyah floated in the brightness.

"Tell my namesake that I am proud of her," Shuriyah said.

N'Jadaka grinned. Shuri would probably faint when he told her their greatest queen mother watched over her like that.

Red earth choked him as he gasped for air in the world of the living.

N'Jadaka coughed and twisted his body to the side, moving the soft earth away from his stomach and thighs. A young boy brought him water, and he gulped it down. Lithemba knelt down next to him and wiped his face with a warm purple cloth to remove the dirt.

"I saw the Shaman King and my greatest grandmother," N'Jadaka yelped.

Lithemba smiled and gently cleaned his skin, helping him up from the ground. He shook his arms and legs. Sniffing his hands, he caught a whiff of their scent still on him. His body felt feverish and he couldn't stop shaking. They were actual flesh and blood and he saw them… spoke to them. More importantly, they knew him. He was no strange foreign child… he was theirs and they told him so.

"Bring T'Challa to me!" he ordered, grabbing his white robe and tying it around him.

He had to talk to his brother… and Shuri right away.

N'Jadaka hustled away from Lithemba and crossed past the garden of heart-shaped herbs. Flinging the chamber doors open, he ran into his grandparents, Umama, Baba Z, and Dante. He couldn't talk fast enough to tell them who he met on the ancestral plane. Umama stroked his face and led him to an antechamber that was brand new. N'Jadaka's eyes grew wide.

"What is all this?" he said.

Baba Z chuckled, and Dante wiped his eyes. Umama patted his arm and led him inside.

"When I first saw you with my own eyes, I said some things that were not kind when I thought about it later. My sweet grandson, you were the one we have been waiting for. Bast moves in mysterious ways, but your Umama is a little more direct… see…"

A diamond and vibranium sarcophagus stood under the gentle glow of eternal flame candles that surrounded it. A breathtaking wall-sized gold plaque glowed with the brilliance of its Wakandan symbols etched into it. He made out most of the words.

"Umama," he said, gripping her hand tight.

Umama's hands shook, and she blinked rapidly while staring into his face. Baba Z touched the sarcophagus.

"This is for your people, grandson. For the ones who jumped off those ships so long ago into the ocean, and for the ones who lived and made a way out of no way. Understand?" Baba Z said.

"We want to hold a space for them here among our kings and queens. Without them, you would not be here. Our great-grandbabies would not be here, bringing us joy and showing us the future. The diaspora is truly the lost tribe. They will no longer be lost to us here," Umama said.

"Thank you," N'Jadaka said.

He admired the beauty before him and held Dante's hand.

Noxolo and Quamba entered the chamber.

"King N'Jadaka, the Black Panther waits for you back at the palace. Are you ready to depart?" Noxolo asked.

Noxolo still would not gaze at him directly, nor would Quamba.

"Yes," he said.

He kissed all of his grandparents and left them in the resting place of his lost-found kin.

Disa dressed in the tailored metallic bronze and gold dress befitting a royal in the palace. Applying gold lipstick to her dry lips, she geared up to face N'Jadaka again. The moment they crowned him king, no one called him Erik anymore. It was only right. His American name meant king anyway, so it was redundant to use. Califia had been wise to name her son what he would become later in life.

King N'Jadaka.

She wiped away the small trickle of a tear from her left eyelid. He was not the same man anymore. Emotionally, she accepted that, but watching him after he won his claim to the throne, her mind finally accepted it too. Her last intimate moment with him in her suite would be her last. The knowledge of that came over her suddenly because of the aura he carried. They no longer had any unfinished business on a personal level. Had she wanted him, she would've taken him back a long time ago. But the fact of the matter was that they had a glorious season that had difficulties, but Allah solidified their attachment as best friends. Disa loved him, flaws and all. However, King N'Jadaka was another person, and she was not meant to walk that road with him as his woman.

She wasn't sad about it. Affirming it freed her from doubting her needs as a woman with her own mission in life, to work by his side, raise their child together and move the nation forward with her input.

His heart belonged to Yani.

She knew it while spending the last two weeks in St. Thomas. Leona showed her that truth by all the affection she had for N'Jadaka while sharing little tidbits about her time with him there. She let slip other stories about him caring for Sydette, protecting Yani from naysayers, and looking out for anyone connected to her. He really slowed down and lived for once. He never had that opportunity with Disa. They were always on the go, getting through school, getting through the Navy and Black ops, and all the other things she thought was life but were just the constant influx of moving toward something that was not a part of her. Wakanda had been N'Jadaka's destiny and even she couldn't keep up with him on that journey, not the way he needed. It was no one's fault.

Time slowed down for him in St. Thomas, forcing him to be present in a way that he lost as a child. He and Disa had fleeting moments here and there, but the island gave him two years to rest. Allah blessed her with a child from him, but he was made for someone else. That last revelation gave her a soothing peace. Watching N'Jadaka fight at Warrior Falls gave her a security she had missed for years. They were both where they were supposed to be.

As wild as it felt, Adebiyi had a lot to do with that feeling of acceptance.

After Marisol and Dante left the island, Disa spoke to Adebiyi every night, trying to glean any palace gossip she could about what was happening on Mount Bashenga. When he had nothing viable to offer from his talks with M'Baku, they both started pondering how Wakanda would be after Challenge Day. She opened up about her dreams for the country and Adebiyi listened to her with an open mind, letting down his guard about his fears for the future.

His Jabari stubbornness came from a people who had been overlooked for centuries by the Udaku clan. Until T'Challa stepped up, they were treated as throwaway people. Working for Disa gave him some new insight and worry, but talking freely away from work opened him up to a different way of seeing her. More than anything, they liked each other.

Back in Wakanda, she couldn't wait to speak to him as preparations for the coronation whirled around them. She had tea with Adebiyi in the royal garden and invited him for a meal with the royal family while Joba spent a few days with Yani and her siblings. He spoke to her like a human being and, by their second tea date to discuss coming to the Jabari lands, Disa knew he was attracted to her. He had stopped sucking his teeth whenever she said something that he questioned. That was a big deal.

She kept her feelings about him discreet from everyone, including Adebiyi. The idea of going up to his land before N'Jadaka was king crossed her mind a lot, but she opted to wait until she saw him again before striking out on something as ridiculous as a grown-up crush. At her big ole age? With a man who carried so much disdain when he first met her? Madness! Pure, sweet madness for sure.

And what would N'Jadaka think? His feelings mattered to her, and she didn't want to embarrass him or bring critical eyes to his rule. For the time being, she just wanted to get to know Adebiyi better, work with him, and create something wonderful for her new homeland. He matched her energy in ways that surprised her, even through his stubborn exterior. Plus, he was older, something that she always found attractive in men. N'Jadaka had been an anomaly in her love life, the youngest man she had ever gotten mixed up with.

Shaking her head at all the jumbled thoughts running through her head, Disa admired her beauty in the mirror. She was an older woman who had done amazing things in her life before and after N'Jadaka. There was more on the horizon for her. Adebiyi was giving her an inkling of all kinds of possibilities to enjoy other men. For a moment, she thought she could share love for a man with Yani, but her feelings for the king had shifted away from the romantic to the platonic, and a more sisterly kinship. Her faith had always delivered what she needed, and she trusted in that.

"Joba!" Disa called out.

Her daughter ran into the room with her nanny, Osilee, a cute, plump woman with laughing eyes and a kind nature.

"Oh, look how pretty you look! Osilee, you did a wonderful job with her hair!"

Disa touched the intricately twisted curls decorated with purple ribbons. Joba twirled around in her gauzy gold dress and little kitten heels.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Joba shouted, grabbing Disa's hand and pulling her towards the door.

"Alright, alright little girl!" Disa said.

"Have a wonderful evening, Lady Abdullah," Osilee said. "I will watch everything on the vid screen."

"Oh, I wish you would come with us," Disa said.

"I would be too nervous, but I will come for Princess Joba when you are ready for her bedtime tonight."

"I left you a surprise in your closet."

"My closet?"

"You didn't look?" Disa said.

Osilee walked away from them and headed to the back of their home. Joba shook her hands with excitement.

"Will she like it?" Joba asked.

"We will see," Disa said.

Moments later, they heard a loud shout and Osilee scurried back to them, carrying a delicate peach ball gown made just for her.

"Lady Abdullah… this is too much!" Osilee said.

"You will look beautiful!" Joba said.

"No matter what you decide, there is a table set aside for our personal staff to join us for the dinner and reception. Everyone will be there. No need to sit in the house and watch it when you can be there with us," Disa said.

Weepy-eyed, Osilee clutched the dress to her chest.

"I don't want to hold you up," Osilee said.

"You won't. Go on and change. You can go with us."

"But you are royalty—"

"You take care of my child and make sure my home is kept together when I'm working."

"Oh, this is not happening…."

"It is. Go on."

Disa waved her hands to shoo Osilee away to get ready. Her kimoyo beads lit up, and she tapped one bead to open her front door. Dante and Yani were there with the other children.

"You all look wonderful!" Disa said.

She gave Dante a hug and greeted her daughter's siblings with affection.

"Yani?" Disa said.

Yani dressed in an elegant, pale gold strapless gown with pale yellow diamonds glued across her clavicle. Delicate gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears and her impeccable make-up made her glowing brown skin look like satin.

"Is everything alright? Are you sick?" Disa asked.

She pulled Yani away from the children and cornered her near a fireplace.

"I'm so nervous… to see him," Yani whispered so Dante wouldn't hear.

Disa held her hand.

"You saw him, Disa. He's… beyond different. I'm not ready to face him. So much has happened since he's been away, and I don't—"

"Listen to me. Tonight, we'll have all the family with us. It'll be hectic, but many people will surround us with fun, and you won't have to think about anything else."

"He's all I think about. All day. Remy fought against him. The man I chose to take care of our children tried to kill him. I can't even look at him… you felt that too… his energy is so strong… like he can control everything... everyone."

"The mountain changed him, yes. But Yani, we have to go to the throne room with all of his family, and that includes us. We will walk behind him across the bridge and face the nation together. I'll be there with you, and it won't be so unsettling."

Disa cradled Yani's cheek.

"I promise," Disa said.

Yani inhaled and let out a shuddery breath.

"Lady Abdullah."

Disa turned to find Osilee dressed up. She touched her short braids and looked down at the flattering gown, seeking Disa's approval.

"Beautiful… you look beautiful," Disa said. "Doesn't she look amazing, Yani?"

Yani nodded, and turning her attention onto someone else helped calm her nerves.

"We better leave before we hold up the pre-gathering," Disa said.

Yani followed her back to the others, and their personal Doras waited for them at the front door. They walked through the palace with chattering children and clacking heels. When the giant double doors of the throne room were opened for them, Disa and Yani both had the wind knocked out of them.

King N'Jadaka sat on the throne and peered at them both with assertive, commanding eyes. Instead of the royal black robes, he was adorned in bright ivory, his hair piled high and his nose ring gleaming as bright as the beads in his beard. Disa clutched at her chest, and Yani's reaction mirrored her own. That man was more than a king. He was magnificent.

Her heart raced in her chest and she glanced down at their daughter.

"Baba!" Joba yelled.

N'Jadaka stood from his throne and the large extended family parted like the red sea to let his children come through. The Council of Elders stood to the side of the throne with T'Challa, whose ivory tunic and trousers matched the king's colors. After greeting his children, the elders spoke to the family and made the final declaration welcoming N'Jadaka to his sacred duty of protecting Wakanda and all of its citizens. A celebratory shout broke the serious tension afterward and relatives hugged and patted the new king.

He walked through the gauntlet of the family toward Disa and Yani, holding the hands of Riki and Joba. Sydette clung to his robe with a wide grin plastered across her proud face.

"Disa," N'Jadaka said.

"Your Highness," Disa greeted.

A sly smile moved his beautiful lips, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes and savored the sound of love in his voice, but also the visceral power he exuded from every pore in his body. They would indeed be the best of friends forever, and she relaxed in his presence.

"Congratulations, king," Disa said with a hint of teasing.

He nodded and turned toward Yani. She held her head down shyly with her hands threaded together in front of her. His energy was overwhelming and Disa couldn't blame Yani for keeping her eyes downcast.

"Yani," he said.

Yani gasped, and her shoulders shook.

"Look at me," N'Jadaka commanded.

Yani slowly raised her head, and a tear rolled down her face.

Drummers pounded out the king's march, and a griot plucked the delicate strings of a Wakandan lyre made from the long horns of an ancient antelope. Another musician played a small kalimba, giving the lyre a gentle companion sound.

"Make way for King N'Jadaka!" Noxolo yelled, stepping next to him.

N'Jadaka took his thumb and wiped away Yani's tear before kissing her forehead.

"Don't be afraid of me," he told her.

Yani nodded, and he left her side, sweeping into the wide halls with the swagger of a god, his children in tow.

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