One our greatest living revolutionaries, Assata Shakur, has transitioned to the ancestors. On September 25, 2025, passed away in Havana, Cuba, where she had lived in exile since at least 1984. Beginning her activism in college, Shakur was a foundational member of both the Black Panther Party and Black Liberation Army, where she honed both her revolutionary theory and practice. Targeted constantly by the state, Assata was arrested in 1973 after she and several other BLA members were attacked by state troopers on the New Jersey Turnpike. She and her comrades were injured in the attack, and a state trooper was killed when BLA members returned fire in self defense. Shakur was wrongfully convicted of murder in 1977, but this did not stop her work. She continued to organize as a political prisoner, and she was broken out of jail in 1979 by fellow BLA members and the May 19 Communist Organization. During her years on the run, she was placed on the FBIâs Most Wanted List, where she remained until her death. In 1984, Cuba granted her formal political asylum and refused to extradite her, despite relentless pressure from the United States, including a $1,000,000 reward. In 1987, she published her seminal work, Assata: An Autobiography. This work is a foundational text for anyone committed to destroying Western Imperialism and colonialism. In it, she wrote the following words, which have become a rally cry echoed throughout worldwide struggles for freedom.
âIt is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other and support each other. We have nothing to lose but our chains.â
Mother Assata, thank you for your relentless fight for our dignity and self-determination. We continue on in your honor and legacy. May the ancestors welcome you in warmly. Rest in Power!
Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, womb tat đČ, nickname is Harley bc ur a biker/mechanic yes ik it's basic idccc, refers to the second half of the season so there is spoilers, missionary; table sex, switchy!parker, confessions, creampie, hair pulling, the hood is a big factor here, i use "nut" instead of "cum" here cause that's how i picture him saying it, we in chicago so lock in on that dialogue babes, half proofread
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part two
"$8.76."
The cashier rung up the cup ramen on the counter. Not another thought behind those eyes, already anticipating the daily, "Damn! The prices went up that fast?!"
But, you didn't do that. Just laughed quietly to yourself as you paid a crisp ten, telling him to keep the change. You prepped it at the mini station by the slushee's while checking your phone. No new calls. No new messages. With a shrug, you put your phone on the counter and started eating.
Mid-way into the cup came two buzzes. Your screen lit up with the notification flashing a clown emoji at the top. Your eyebrow quirked upwards when you picked up your phone, but before you could even click and unlock it, a phone call came. After about two seconds to try and guess what she could possibly be contacting you so urgently about, you pressed that green button and put the phone up to your ear.
"Harley Industries." you answered--mouth full--already hearing her groan on the other end.
"Yo, you need to come get this fake ass Robin Hood!" she said, sounding like she was out of breath. You blinked and kept chewing.
"What?"
"He's finally lost his damn mind!"
"Clown, slow down." you said, leaning over the table and pushing the ramen aside for a second. You finally finished the bit you had in your mouth and continued. "Who's lost his mind?"
"Your crazy ass boyfriend tried to kill us, Harley. You need to fix this."
You stood straight up, then leaned on your elbow, eyes narrow.
"He's not my boyfriend." you said.
"Okay, your magically challenged sneaky link. That's the most important part of that sentence right now?!"
"Alright, alright. What do you mean he tried to kill you guys?"
"Itâs that hood fucking with his brain again. Looks like it turned his shit into mush, now he's in the shop pacing around like a maniac." she said. "He killed Rampage."
You sighed and looked around, rolling the last helping of noodles on the chopsticks and finishing the cup. You didn't comment on her last statement because you already knew.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, pull that 'this isn't you' shit or something. If nothing else, he'll listen to you. You and John were the closest and knew him longer than any of us. Please."
"I'm already on the way," you grabbed your keys and slid on your jacket, pushing out the door and hopping on your bike. "You guys are safe, yeah?"
"Yeah, we split. I'm with Slug right now. Get here quick, girl. For real."
When the line dropped, you slid on your helmet and revved up your bike with urgency. You hadn't a clue what you were going to do, let alone how to calm down a pissed off magical entity, but maybe there was a way.
You arrived and parked at your usual spot before running in, helmet still under your arm and you were out of breath. Walking further in, he was nowhere to be found on the first floor so you took to the elevator. Helmet now in hand as you fidgeted and shifted nervously.
The doors opened and immediately you were spooked. Parker was still pacing back and forth. Like he didn't hear the doors open. Still wearing that hood and looked more menacing than ever. You took a cautious step forward and spoke at a medium level.
"Parker."
He stopped abruptly, turning his head slowly in your direction. He fully faced you with a shadow cast over his face. You could only see him a little though the obscurity.
"You good?" you asked--what kind of dumbass question is that? You thought. He didn't answer, obviously.
'So this is her.' a voice spoke in his head. Echoey and faint, but clear. Parker clenched his jaw and balled up his fists. 'The mechanic.'
"You shouldn't be here, Harley." he said behind his teeth. Like he was actively fighting against something. "Go."
You put your helmet down and raised your hands defensively by your waist. An attempt to placate as you inched closer.
"I got word about what was going down." you said. "I'm just here to help."
'I...like her.' the voice said, only pissing Parker off more.
"You can't help." he said bitterly. "They all betrayed me. Once again I gotta clean shit up by myself. If I want something done, I gotta do it myself."
Parker's voice had like a dark phantom echo behind it that time. You really tried to hide the fact that you wanted to just take off and pretend like this never happened, but the entity noticed. Parker's head tilted as he looked at you.
'You...like her.' it said.
"Uh...Parker?" you called his name but, to no one's surprise, he didn't answer. Then suddenly you felt a sharp sting on your abdomen. You winced and clutched your stomach, confusion riddled on your face. "What the fuck?"
"Don't hurt her!" Parker shouted, wanting to run to you but his feet wouldn't move.
'You desire her.' it whispered. 'You have to take what you want.'
You quickly shed your jacket and lifted your shirt halfway. Both of your eyes widened when they landed on the red insignia looking like it was carved into your skin. You lifted your gaze to look at him, a hint of fear in your eyes.
"This is either a death marker..." you paused.
"Itâs not." he, or rather, it said through him. You took a deep breath and gulped, getting your thoughts together.
"What do you want?" you asked. Not even entirely sure to who.
'Tell her what you want.'
"You." he said, sounding more normal but it was like the words were forced out of him.
"Okay," you said and slowly peeled off your shirt. Now just left in your bra and jeans. "You can have me."
Parker swallowed and blinked a few times like he was short circuiting. Seeing your body was nothing new to him but in this context was one hundred times worse. Not only was he fueled by his own raw desire for you but he had the influence of the hood talking him up.
"How do we get this thing off me?" you asked while stepping closer and closer until two feet away,
"I have to, uh..."
You could tell he was really trying to hold back but that bulge in his jeans was snitching on him. His body couldn't lie. He sharply sucked in a breath and added on. "I have to nut in you."
You nodded and pursed your lips together. Of course, your suspicions were confirmed as quickly as they came. You did say you came here to help and honestly...you've never passed up the opportunity to fuck him.
"That you or the Hood talking?" you asked while undoing your belt and the buttons. Every step you took closer was like walking confidently on hot coals, yet the look he was giving you answered the question. It was him talking.
His hand slid lower and followed your actions. The second you were a few inches from his face, you carefully removed the hood from his head to gaze into those pretty brown eyes. It was clear this wasn't 100% him but you at least knew the entity only operated on one's true thoughts and feelings. The quiet part out loud.
"This is going to have to come off." you said while removing the rest of the cloak off him. It fell to the ground with a light thud and now you could see the scarring he kept trying to cover up with tattoos John was begrudgingly doing for him. It went up to his jaw on one side. His hair pulled back into a small bun. You could see every detail of his face even under the dimming lights.
Without warning, he leaned forward to kiss you. It was a simple kiss like he was testing the waters. His eyes searched yours, silently asking for a reply. Something, anything to let him know this is all okay. You held his face and pecked him on the lips, whispering,
"Itâs okay."
And once he heard that, he was on you. Scarred and inked up arms wrapped around you tightly. Calloused hands shamelessly kneading at your flesh. Parker kissed you like he meant it. Held you like he's never before.
He practically tore his shirt off himself to keep kissing you, lifting you in his arms and laying you down on a nearby table. He pulled away just to get your jaw and neck to the shoulder, helping you shed the rest of your clothes with haste. A quiet, strained grunt escaped him while he hovered over you.
"I should've been made you my girl." he said lowly. You didn't respond, thinking this was just the influence taking over him.
But part of you also remembered he purposely liked to leave your bra on so he could see your tits spill out in real time. See, now it was getting increasingly hard to tell.
Nonetheless, Parker pulled himself out and started stroking. The occasional shortness of breath and having to hold himself up using the other arm told you he was feeling extra sensitive this time around.
"Come on, Parker." you said in a soft, encouraging tone while spreading your legs for him. "Itâs okay." you reassured and he nearly started salivating. He always loved the way your tattoos looked on your body. It was objectively his favorite thing about you.
He lined up and thrusted into you without hesitation, letting out a loud moan. His head felt light and his body felt heavy. He hissed and let his fingers curl against the wood beneath you as he bottomed out. Not a single thing around the room registered except for you now.
You could feel the shift. His dick felt heavier inside you and you could see the haze building in his eyes. With a shudder, your arms wrapped around his neck and he started moving.
The pace was painfully slow but it wasn't his fault. Whatever this entity had over him made his blood feel like it was 60 more pounds. You gasped and winced, not from pain, but it was weirdly pleasurable this way. You felt him drag against spots he never had before. Your thigh muscles contracted around him with every move. The pads of your fingers tips grazed the scars on his back while the other hand reached up and pulled his hair out the bun. His hips stuttered at the given sensation along with your nails on his scalp.
Parker grunted and gritted his teeth, unable to catch the faint whine that escaped him before whispering in your ear.
"Gon' fill you up."
He caged you in with his arms by your head as he attempted to pick up speed. Only half successful. His hips were a little faster but he was definitely rutting into you harder. Like he was running on pure frustration and a dire need for something at this very moment. But he didn't know what. Didn't know why. In this context, all he ever wanted was a real moment with you that wasn't just a quick hookup on an off day.
You smiled against his cheek and blinked to keep from drowning in him, or whatever was influencing him.
"Wow, Parker," you muttered and lightly tugged on his locks. "Never heard you talk like this before."
Parker could feel his body getting lighter when you pulled his hair. A fantasy that's been weighing on his mind lately. Lately as in the first time you two ever hooked up and you did it by accident without noticing.
"Shit- Pull harder," he said between breaths. Your slick folds inviting him in more and more by the second. "Please."
You pulled his hair while simultaneously tracing his tattoos--that you've seen a thousand times--to soothe him. Give him two opposing feelings to keep him from slipping up and doing something he might regret. His shoulder tensed for a moment before he paused. Out of breath. Unbalanced. Your fingers still tangled and grounding him.
Then, suddenly, he started thrusting again. A normal pace, the usual pace he goes at when you get intimate. It's like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, but he still needed you to help him get there. Reach that climax, that real peak he's been dying to have with you.
He lifted his head and looked into your eyes. His pulse going straight to the shaft as he watched your fucked out eyes struggle to stay on him. He felt you tug again and he growled.
"I'm gonna- fuck-" he kept his eyes on yours. Afraid that if he looked away, the entity would punish him for not truly "taking what he wants."
"I love you." he whispered in one quickened breath. "I fucking love you."
"Parker," was all you could muster before pulling him down and letting his forehead rest on yours. The top floor echoed with the sounds of your heavy breaths and relentless skin contact. The air smelled faintly of old leather and cologne. "Don't say shit like that."
"I'm serious," he choked out a moan but never let up. "I've been a- a fuckin' coward- fuck-"
You pulled again and tightened your legs around him. You both teetering on the edge of bliss. You could snap at any moment and the way his thrusts were becoming irregular and out of sync was a telltale sign he could too.
"Look at me" you demanded. "You love me?"
"Yes." he replied before you could even finish the sentence. "Since last year."
"Don't bullshit me, Parker." you tried to sound demanding again but that cloudy haze was taking over your vision. Your eyes threatening to roll back.
"I'm not." he whispered and took your hand from his hair to kiss your knuckles. "I promise."
All it took was four more thrusts and you both shattered. The live wire wound tight in the pit of your stomach snapped, making your body lock up for a split second and your head fall back. Parker emptied inside of you with his eyes tightly shut, refusing to let go of your hand. Your back arched and your hand that was on his back left small scratches that for sure were never going to be seen.
Parker cursed and slumped on top of you. He was still careful that he didn't put all his weight on your body, especially while you were still calming down. He truly couldn't have been happier and more satisfied. Even if he was half controlled by a dark entity that had to have gotten its rocks off.
The marking slowly faded from your skin, but neither of you noticed. Completely far removed from the fact that it was the entire reason you were fucking.
"I meant every last word," he said your name and let his head fall into your shoulder. You looked up at the ceiling with blurred eyes and hugged him tighter with one arm, smirking lazily.
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