Jella-O

love peace and prosperity my babes 🤞🏾🥀

[melaninforkings]

I do not play about Beyoncé. Like when people disrespect her they disrespect black women as a whole. If people are going to treat a FAMOUS LIGHTSKIN BLACK WOMAN like this imagine how they treat darker skinned black woman on the daily… Hate on Beyoncé shows how global misogynoir is. Everyone hates on black women while simultaneously emulating us.

also lets wake up how yt ppl see black entertainment as minstrel shows and thats why they get so mad when we win awards

[dunphy]

Doechii Best Rap Album acceptance speech at the 67th Annual GRAMMY Awards | February 2, 2025

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Starting Off Wrong...

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Vivica's Pov

Alfred drove me to Wayne Manor, telling me Bruce wanted to spend more time with me. Bruce had mentioned having to spend the morning at Wayne Industries but promised he'd see me later. Something about the gentle way Alfred smiled at me made me feel warm inside. I always saw Alfred as a father or grandpa figure. He's always been so sweet to me. Even as kids. I loved him so much.

As I walked into the massive house, my ears were immediately assaulted by the sound of yelling boys. Their ruckus died instantly when they spotted me at the door. I fought the urge to fidget as they looked me up and down, exchanging these little knowing smiles that made me want to turn around and walk right back out.

I glanced at Alfred, hoping for some explanation. "Who are they?" I asked, not bothering to hide my confusion.

"These young gentlemen are being taken care of by Master Bruce," Alfred explained in his proper British accent. "Their names are Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Master Bruce's son, Damian."

I stood there, completely lost for words. So during those five years when Bruce had disappeared, he'd been... collecting children? My eyes landed on who I assumed was the youngest - Damian. I couldn't help but stare. The kid looked exactly like a miniature Bruce, down to that proud tilt of his chin.

I felt like I'd stepped into some alternate reality. Bruce Wayne, the man I'd known since childhood, the one who'd vanished for five years only to return as if nothing had happened, was apparently a... father? To four boys? My head was spinning. Truly what the fuck is going on here?

The tallest one - Dick, if I remembered correctly - stepped forward with an easy smile that reminded me so much of Bruce it was almost painful. "So you're Vivica," he said. "Bruce has told us a lot about you."

"Has he now?" I managed to say, though my voice sounded strange even to my own ears. That was interesting, considering Bruce had failed to mention any of them to me. Not one word about having a son, let alone three adopted children.

The second boy - Jason, I thought - was leaning against the staircase railing, studying me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. He had this streak of white in his dark hair and a scar near his jaw that made me wonder what kind of life he'd led before Bruce took him in.

Tim, the third one, seemed more reserved, offering a small wave from where he stood. But it was Damian who caught and held my attention. Those eyes - they were Bruce's eyes, calculating and sharp. He couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, but he carried himself like a much older person.

"Would you care for some tea, Miss Vivica?" Alfred's voice broke through my thoughts. Bless that man for always knowing exactly when to intervene.

"Yes, please," I said quickly, grateful for any excuse to process this situation. As I followed Alfred toward the kitchen, I could feel their eyes on my back. Four pairs of eyes, belonging to four boys who somehow shared a piece of Bruce that I knew nothing about.

I had so many questions, but the biggest one was burning in my throat: Why hadn't Bruce told me about any of them? And, why did that small look like Bruce so much?

As Alfred busied himself with the tea preparations, I couldn't hold back the question any longer. The kitchen felt safer, more private, away from those watchful eyes in the foyer.

"Alfred," I said, keeping my voice low even though the boys were out of earshot, "why does Damian look exactly like Bruce? I mean, it's uncanny. He could be Bruce's mini clone."

Alfred paused for just a moment - so briefly I almost missed it - before continuing to arrange cups on the silver tray. "Ah, well, that would be because Master Damian is indeed Master Bruce's biological son. His mother is Talia al Ghul."

I nearly choked on air. "Talia al Ghul?" Who the fuck is that? All these cartoonish ass names. "Who is she? And when... how..." I couldn't even form a complete sentence. Another piece of Bruce's missing five years clicked into place, but instead of providing clarity, it only raised more questions.

"Alfie," I said, wrapping my hands around the teacup he'd just set in front of me, "was Damian... I mean, did Bruce know about him before he left Gotham?" I needed to know if this was yet another secret he'd kept from me, even back then. Because if Bruce cheated on me all hell is going to rain down on his ass.

The way Alfred carefully measured his next words made my stomach tighten. "Master Bruce... discovered Damian's existence during his time away," he said delicately. "The young master came to live with us after Master Bruce's return. Apparently his mother kept him from Master Bruce when he was born. They happened before you and him got together."

I took a long sip of tea to hide whatever expression was trying to form on my face. I really needed something stronger than this. So Bruce hadn't known either. Somehow, that made me feel both better and worse at the same time. Better because he hadn't been keeping this massive secret from me all those years ago, but worse because... well, what other surprises from his five-year disappearance might suddenly show up at Wayne Manor?

"Okay, Alfie enough! But, what the hell is going on? I feel like I'm on crack right now! The other night Bruce came to my house dressed like a big ass Bat on steroids...." looked behind me to see them peaking at me around the corner. "And, now you telling me this man had KIDS! KIDS!? AND, ONE IS ACTUALLY HIS!" I yelled, my heart beating a thousand per second.

Before Alfred could answer I heard the front door open. I walked out the kitchen as the boys kept their eyes on me. Probably knowing this was going to be some shit.

Bruce opens the door and smiled at me but it fell once he saw my face and looked past me seeing the boys and huffed walking in. I nodded and crossed my arms.

"Bruce, kindly explain to me what I'm looking at?" I said, nudging my head to the boys. He signed and tried to reach for me but I brushed him away.

"Don't you get mad at them. Why didn't you tell me you adopted children and oh.....y-" I cut myself off at the boy I was going to mention as he looked between us and smirked. "Hello, Father." He said.

I looked down at him and back at Bruce letting out a dry chuckle and walked towards the staircase.

"GET YOUR ASS UP THESE STEPS!" I yelled, not bothering to look back. "BRUCE IF YOUR WHITE ASS IS NOT UP THESE STEPS BOUT TIME I REACH THIS ROOM, IMMA STICK MY KATES SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU GON KNOW WHEN I GOT THEM!"

"Genuinely what the fuck is going on?"

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My sweet Dumpling

Narrative

The stars twinkled above them, a backdrop of shimmering diamonds against the vast tapestry of night. The faint sounds of laughter and music from the distant homecoming dance faded into a comforting silence around them.

Clark turned slightly, casting a sideways glance at Honey, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. Her eyes sparkled with joy, reflecting the happiness of the night they had shared. He took a deep breath, grateful for moments like this, where the world felt simple and right.

“Tonight was amazing,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Honey smiled, her cheeks flushed from the evening air, “It really was. I had so much fun.”

There was a comfortable pause, each lost in thoughts about the night—dancing under the lights, laughter shared, and the warmth of their connection. Clark felt a gentle squeeze on his hand, bringing him back to the moment.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Honey asked, her tone shifting slightly, a hint of seriousness weaving into their casual conversation.

Clark hesitated, the weight of her question settling in. “Sometimes,” he replied. “I think about what we want… where we want to be.”

Honey tilted her head, curious. “And what do you want?”

He thought for a moment, then replied, “I want to be with people I care about, making memories like this. It’s the little moments that matter.”

Honey looked deep into his eyes, her expression thoughtful. “I feel the same way. Moments like this, they make everything else fade away. Nothing else matters.”

As the cool breeze rustled the grass around them, Clark leaned his head back against a nearby tree, both of them enveloped in the tranquil atmosphere. It felt easy, being here, with her.

“Do you think we’ll still do this when we’re older?” Honey’s voice was soft, but it held a hint of hope.

“We’ll always find a way to make time for each other,” Clark affirmed, tightening his grip on her hand.

They lingered in the moment, steeped in the warmth of shared dreams and quiet promises, the stars above silently witnessing their connection deepened.

Clark took a deep breath, the air heavy with unspoken words. He turned to face Honey completely, her gaze still fixed in the distance, lost in thought. It was now or never. His heart raced, and he felt the soft pulse of vulnerability surge through him.

“Honey,” he began, his tone earnest, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

She turned to look at him, her curiosity piqued. “What is it, Clark?”

He could see her eyes glimmer with anticipation, and it gave him the courage he needed. “I’ve been thinking, especially tonight, about what we mean to each other. I… I love you.”

Honey's expression shifted, surprise mingling with a rush of emotions. “You love me?” she echoed, a hint of disbelief dancing in her voice.

“Yes, but it’s more than just friendship,” he continued, his heart pounding as he spoke. “I’ve felt this way for a while now. You’re not just my best friend; you mean so much more to me than that.”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity, and Clark’s stomach churned with both hope and dread. He was terrified of how she might respond.

Honey's breath caught as she processed his words, her eyes wide. “Clark, I…”

Before she could finish, he rushed to explain, “I know this might be a lot, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. You’ve been my rock, my confidant, and being with you feels… right.”

A soft smile began to form on her lips, and relief washed over him. “I feel something special between us too,” she admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “I just didn’t know you felt the same way.”

Clark's heart soared at her words. “So, what does this mean for us?” he asked, anticipation hanging in the air.

Honey paused, biting her lip as she contemplated. “I think we should explore this… whatever it is we have. I want to see where it leads.”

A grin broke across Clark’s face, the weight of unspoken fears lifting. “Really?” he asked, needing to hear it again.

“Yeah,” she replied, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “I’m excited… and a little scared, but mostly excited.”

They shared a moment of understanding, a bridge crossed into uncharted territory. Clark felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as he took her hand in both of his, their fingers intertwining.

“I’m glad,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long.”

Honey nestled closer, resting her head against his shoulder again, both comforted and exhilarated by the new depth of their relationship.

The tranquil night surrounded them, and the stars seemed to shine brighter as they sat together, hearts racing, ready to embrace this new chapter in their lives.

"My Sweet Dumpling loves me." She whispered, smiling. Clark kissed the top of her head and nodded, "I've always loved you." He whispered back.

[tojisteddy]

You’d have problem with your ex’s before.

They’d blow your phone up with calls and texts, all leading to jealous arguments with Toji Fushiguro. He’d snatch your phone away, block them and toss your phone on the couch just to piss you off further.

You didn’t need them anymore. Toji was your man.

Sometimes your ex’s would even go as far as banging on your apartment door about it, all while Toji was over.

Toji would unravel himself from you with a roll of his eyes, patting your head and telling you to wait.

He’d stomped over to your front door, yanking it open, butt ass naked, your juices slicked up on his aching, girthy cock that was defying gravity, with the most annoyed look on his face.

“The fuck do you want?”

Toji would eye up your ex, a shorter, skinny bastard he knew couldn’t handle you. His scar at the end of his lips moved up, a chuckle leaving his stomach.

Your ex withered at the sight of Toji. The older man was tall, muscular, toned and tattooed up and frankly— ten times more good looking. And much larger down there.

“I-I’m here to see—“

“—She’s busy.”

“Hnngh- Tojiiiii!” You loudly whined out. Desperate for Toji, clenching your aching, gummy walls for no one but him.

“I knoooow, mama. Daddy’s coming.” He’d sweetly coo. Such a desperate, needy slut— just for him.

His jade green eyes would snap back to your ex, livid at the sight of the fuckers annoying face. The kid was mortified. another chuckle from Toji..

“If I see you again, I’ll kill you.”

A promise.

With a slam and lock of the door, Toji was back to you. Taking your lips on his and sliding his fat dick into you. Having you reassure him over and over that you were in his.

And you always would be.

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𝓒𝓱. 13

Narrative

The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the cozy brunch spot as Ashley sat across from her cousins, fidgeting with her napkin. Lea and Nae exchanged knowing looks – they'd never seen their usually composed cousin this nervous.

"Okay, spill," Lea said, leaning forward. "You've been spacing out since we got here."

Ashley took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I shifted last night."

"Finally!" Nae exclaimed, earning a few curious glances from nearby tables. She lowered her voice, "It's been what, months?"

"That's not all," Ashley continued, her cheeks flushing. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was running and crossed into Quileute territory."

Nae lifted her brows and chuckled, "Okay?...like I know you're not used to the barrier or lines...or whatever you wanna call it. But, what are you looking so nervous for?"

"I know, I know," Ashley groaned, burying her face in her hands. "But something happened while I was there. I... I saw one of them. One of the wolves."

Nae's eyes widened with interest, a knowing smile spreading across her face. She shared a quick glance with Lea before turning back to Ashley. "And?"

"It was different," Ashley whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for her untouched muffin. "The moment our eyes met, it was like... like the whole world shifted. Like gravity wasn't holding me to the earth anymore – he was."

"Oh my god," Nae squealed, grabbing Ashley's arm. "You imprinted! Tell me everything – what did he look like? Which one was it?" Her excitement was palpable as she continued, "I mean, you know I'm with Jake, and Lea's got Embry, so..."

Ashley stared into her coffee cup, trying to recall the details through the overwhelming emotion of the moment. "His fur... it was dark and brown, but not completely black. And his eyes..." She trailed off, lost in the memory.

"That doesn't narrow it down much," Lea said thoughtfully, stirring her tea. "There are still a few pack members it could be."

"I just... I've never felt anything like it," Ashley admitted, finally looking up at her cousins. "But I ran. I was so shocked, I just turned and ran. What if I never find out who he is?"

Nae reached across the table, squeezing Ashley's hand. "Trust me, if it's really an imprint, you'll find each other again. The pull is too strong to ignore.....that's how it was when it happened with Jake.

"But what if he's already..." Ashley couldn't finish the sentence, her chest tightening at the thought.

"Hey," Lea interrupted firmly, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first – we need to figure out who your mystery wolf is. And something tells me we won't have to wait long to find out."

[lyfeofbilly]

Heir

warnings: angst! angst! angst!

summary: who knew a work trip back to Wakanda could cause such chaos.

author’s note: heeyyyyyy! had to dust off my pen for my baby. this idea been in my drafts for bout a year and im just now finishing it, hope you like! :)

taglist: @koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @blkgworlamplified @solanaszn @onyxstones-world

Your fingers typed on your laptop’s keyboard at the speed of light, you were dying to finish the last lab report of the day. Work had been kicking your behind for the past couple of weeks, and all you needed was a break. A sigh escaped your lips when you finally sent it to your supervisor, slumping down in your lumpy office chair as a weight felt like it had been lifted off of your shoulders.

After you received a promotion, your free time had been cut short. Thankful for the increase in salary, but you hated the amount of attention that the job needed. Science was a passion of yours, has been for years, but the load you had to take on took a toll on your mental wellbeing, social life, and relationship with your son.

Micah was five years old and such a surprise. The day you found out you were pregnant was an amusing one to put in layman terms. The positive pregnancy test made you burst into laughter, there was no possible way that you could be pregnant. But alas, nine months later, you pushed out a beautiful seven pound baby boy .

Light footsteps made their way down the hall, and in popped a drowsy Micah who was patiently waiting for you to get done with your work. It was your favorite time of the night, bedtime. The couple of uninterrupted moments you had with him calmed your nerves immensely.

“You done yet mama?” He hazily asked, trying his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

A smile creeped across your lips, no matter what mood you were in, his little face would cheer you right up. You placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, caressing his cheek. "Yea im done sweet boy. Ready for bed?"

He nodded his head and yawned, raising his arms up, signaling for you to pick him up. You scooped him into your arms, making your way down the hall and into his room. Dinosaur posters and fake greenery decorated the walls, a night light dimly luminating the area next to his bed.

He snuggled into his sage green bedding, cuddling with the triceratops plushie that accompanied him every night, "We have to finish my favorite book, you promised we would."

His eyes gestured to the book sitting atop his nightstand. Llama Llama Red Pajama, a book that mothers normally finished with their children in one night, but your career got in the way of that.

"Llama llama red pajama gets two kisses from his ma-"

Story time was cut short when little snores filled the room.

The beakers in front of you glowed hot pink, a sign that your expirement had failed yet again. An aggitated groan escaped your lips as you marked down yet another incorrect expirement.

“For fucks sake!” You cursed yourself, frustration beginning to bubble over. It had been weeks since you started, and it felt like you were getting no where. The deadline for fininshing it was approaching and stressed could not begin to describe you.

You tore through your notes, fingers finding your temples, attemping to massage the impending migraine. The equations and formulas were starting to muddle together and look like gibberish on paper. Anything would be better than standing in this lab right now.

What sounded like a stampede of footsteps bombarded your ears, initially disrupting the stress session you were having. The double doors to the lab slammed open to reveal a group of Dora Milaje. You tried to blame the scene you were witnessing on your lack of sleep. There was simply no possible explanation for them to be in America, let alone your place of work.

Okoye stepped from the group and closer to you, the familiar face eased your nerves a bit. Her eyes were kind and a small smile tugged at her lips, "You’ve been summoned young one."

Reality set in when the person that you’d least expect stepped from behind them. Shuri Udaku. Your body stiffened and mouth ran dry. After all that time spent apart you thought that you would never hear from her again, let alone be five feet away from each other.

Her slim figure towered over you, a look of nostalgia in her eyes. The mere sight of her made the air flee from your lungs. You could have swore you would fall right in this moment.

"Shuri? What are you- Why are you here?"

No words left her mouth, she simply tilted her head to the side, analzying you. You never felt more awkward a day of your life. It had been almost six years since the two of you even breathed the same air, yet it was like she hadnt changed a bit. It was truly like you had stepped into a time machine.

"I know im not the person youd expect to see, but I’m in dire need of your help.”

Her tone was serious, like she was on the verge of pleading. For the time that you had gotten to know Shuri, you quickly found out that she was not one to ask for help. Exhaustion and frustration would invade her body before she admitted that she couldn’t solve something on her own.

Her eyes locked on yours as she took a step closer, "This is urgent. You are the only one I know qualified for this, and I need you in Wakanda immediately."

Your eyes went wide. There was absolutely no way she expected you to drop everything and follow her to a different country.

“In what world would I drop everything and follow behind you?" You crossed your arms, a puzzled look plastered across your face.

Shuri sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose,"I have already advised your supervisor of your upcoming absence, everything is taken care of," She blew out a slow deep breath. "I will send a ship to your residence later tonight. I need you on it and in Wakanda by eight am tomorrow."

A million questions echoed throughout your brain. How did she find you? Why did she need you in particular? What was this important project she needed help on? And most importantly, how in the hell did she find out where you lived?

You threw your hands up and paced around the lab, "You have the gall to barge into my lab, interrupt my research, and demand that I leave with you last minute?" You scoffed before placing your hands on your hips, "You are the most selfish-"

"You know me, and you know that I am not one to beg. I expect you to on that ship tonight."

She turned on her heels and walked back through the double doors. You tried to run after her and explain how unbelievable she was being but spears and bald heads stopped you before you could even approach the door frame.

The sounds of footsteps, armor, and spears hitting the tiled floor got quieter as they marched down the hall. You could do nothing but stand in the same spot where they left you, dumbfounded.

The sound of your heart pounding against your ribs took over your senses. The minutes on the clock ticked by faster than usual. It truly felt like you were going to shit bricks. It wasnt going to wakanda that was undigestible, it was facing Shuri that put so much anxiety into you.

Your time working under her was extremely insightful. Being in one of the most advanced countries and y alongisde an absolute gennius was an experience that you will forever be grateful for. Many techniques that she taught you helped shape the reserach that you conduct today.

A loud knock at your door snatched your attention from your thoughts, it got more perisstent the longer you stared at it. Your feet were glued to the ground, leaving you frozen in position.

"i know you’re in there, please don’t make this difficult." Okoye's muffled voice warned from the other side of your front door.

Of course shed send someone else to come get you. You opened it just enough to where she couldn’t see inside. A dumb decison. she forced her way in, pushing you aside in the process.

"Okoye look-"

She held her hand up, hushing you, "Princess shuri sends for you, and I cannot leave without you on that ship." She glances around your living room, "Where are your bags? You should be prepared by now."

You went to open your mouth to speak again, "I cant just le-"

Okoye banged her spear on the floor, "You are needed for one of the most important matters of wakanda. shuri, the queen, the elders, bast, the entire country is counting on your knowledge!"

You let out a frustrated sigh, "I get that but I can’t up and leave."

You knew talking to her would be like talking to a brick wall, but you were still persistent, "I cant leave, on late notice at that. Tell Shuri she will have to figure this out on her o-"

"Mama? You still have to read my bedtime story."

Micah stepped out of his room, dressed in his favorite spiderman pajamas, clutching onto the same book that you two have read together a million times. You watched as okoye's gaze fixed on him, her eyes growing wide as realization set in.

She focused her gaze back on you, "Does she know of him?"

"Okoye-"

“Is he Shuri’s?”

You couldn’t lie if you wanted to, Micah was a spitting image of Shuri. A thick silence hung in the air before you answered, “Yes.”

With that she turned on her heels, booking it for the door. Your stomach dropped to your ass at the thought of anyone finding out about the other parent of your son, let alone the parent herself. Without thinking you grabbed Okoye's wrist, desparate to keep her from telling anyone else.

"And you will not tell her!"

Her eyes shot from you to your digits wrapped tightly around her forearm before snatching it from your grip. She straightend her posture and regained her composure. Her voice was monotone and calm.

"Please remember that i do not take orders from you. my loyalties lie with my country," She took a deep breath, trying to find the words to say. "How could you keep this from her? Who would I be if I kept this secret from Shuri"

The year you worked wiht shuri was an educational one, in many ways. When you two weren’t working late nights in the lab, you were spending them in the privacy of shuri's bedroom. You couldnt pinpoint what exactly started the fling, but you noticed the very obvious pregnancy symptoms a week after you returned home. Vibranium sex toys were at the top of your 'never again' list after that.

You spent every night of your pregnancy debating on telling Shuri about the baby, it and the constant kicking kept you up at night. The more your belly grew, the more the guilt ate away at you. Next thing you knew, five years had passed.

You took Micah into your arms, "Okoye please don’t do this, at least let me tell her myself. I’ll do anything."

She pursed her lips, fingers gripping tightly around her spear, "Get on the ship and my lips are sealed."

You snatched the goggles off of your face, finally finishing the project you and Shuri were working on. It had been hours and your brain had gone completely numb from using it all day, "Ya know, if I’m going to be working on this mysterious ass machine all day can I at least know what it's for?"

Shuri shot a look at you, "Ah, there’s the feistiness I remember."

"And you still the smart ass I remember."

You took a seat on the nearest chair, running your fingers through your locs. Everything on your body ached, back, knees, arms, feet. Shuri took a seat next to you, taking your calloused hand and massaging it, "if i knew you had an extra guest I would have contacted you sooner, I’m sorry."

You stared at her hand holding yours. The hairs on the back of your neck beginning to stand up. You took your hand back and stuffed it into your pocket, "Yea, a heads up would have been good either way."

Shuri took the time to study you. The voluminous afro you once sported was now thick dreadlocs that brushed your collarbone. Nose rings that adorned both nostrils were now gone. You and your appearance overall matured.

Shuri layed her head against the wall, "I can't believe you’re a mother now." She her gaze met yours, "you never thought to tell me?"

A deep pit started to form in your stomach. From the questions Shuri was asking and the tone of her voice, you started to question the integrity of Okoye’s promise.

"He takes up all of my time, I couldn't if I wanted to."

A dry chuckle escaped her mouth, "How old is he?"

And there it was. The question that would either crash this entire conversation or make a nice story to tell. The pit in your stomach sunk even deeper. Your throat ran dry and your eyes found anywhere to look but hers, "He made five last month."

Shuri's eyebrows raised, her curisoty obviously piqued. The air in the room grew thicker and hotter with each passing second, "Five? If his birthday was last month then that means you would have had to been preg-"

You held your breath as she connected to dots, a skeptical look slowly dancing across her face. Your fingers picked at the buttons on your lab coat. this conversation was one to be had in your worst nightmares, and it shook you to your core. You knew Shuri- every aspect of her- but you had no clue on how she would react to this news.

A hard expression was plastered across her face as she stared into space. The vein on her left temple started to show and throb. She was hesitant to start her sentence, not finding the words to begin to describe what she was feeling.

“Then that means-“ Her eyes met yours, the look in them enough to confirm the question that she had.

"A-a son," her hands clasped together. "I- we have a son and you never thought to tell me about it?"

Her calm demeanor scared you more than the truth finally coming out. A sharp breath escaped her lips before she turned her attention toward you. Her expression was even more noticeable as your gaze met hers.

"Were you even going to tell me," She stood to her feet, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You let me spend five years unaware that I have a child out in the world!"

This very argument played in your head like a movie since the day you found out you were pregnant. In every scenario you had your answers loaded, ready to rebuttal. Now? Your mind went blank.

“Shuri I swear I wanted to tell you-“

She began to pace back and forth, a million questions filling her brain. “Then why wouldn’t you? You let me go this long without knowing?!”

You had no good answers to her questions, all were selfish excuses. Your thumbs twiddled as you thought of what to possibly say, but nothing popped into your mind. Shuri’s met yours, the guilt that had been eating you alive for half a decade starting to hit you, tears starting to run down your cheeks. It felt like you were living your worst nightmare, and you indeed were.

“Shuri please just- just listen to me."

"Listen?! You want me to listen to you?" Her voice boomed throughout the lab, sending a shiver down your spine. "You expect to listen and believe anything you say after you kept this from me?"

Her eyes held this darkness in them that made your body feel like putty. You regained your composure before you finally spoke up, “You think I enjoyed keeping him from you?”

Shuri’s eyes grew wider as your voice grew louder. “Did you even once, think about how I felt when I found out I was pregnant?”

Shuri pursed her lips, “That doesn’t negate the fact that you never even thought to call me.”

“I thought about it every single day. Every time he would kick, every crazy craving I had, after every doctor's appointment.” You took a deep breath, “Shuri please just-“

“So why go through all that by yourself? We could have figured something out!” She started to step closer to you, her voice now softened but her tone was still sharp. “We could have raised him together!”

“How huh? You wanted me to stay in Wakanda? Or would you rather we put him on a ship every time we switch weeks?” Your voice grew more shaky with each word and you lip uncontrollably quivered, “Because we both know you wouldn’t leave this lab, baby or not.”

“You don’t know th-“

“Oh but I do. You were so caught up in your work, your mother had to practically order you to take an off day.”

Shuri’s eyes softened. She remembered the summer you two had spent together. While you were asleep, Shuri was itching to get back in the lab. The next morning you would find her in yesterday’s clothes, hopped up on coffee with bags under her eyes.

“And honestly Shuri……I didn’t think you’d want him.”

The stray tears that ran down your cheeks were now waterfalls. To finally admit the thing you were most scared of half a decade later felt like a deep sigh. As pitiful as it sounded, that was the truth.

“I didn’t want to fight about it so I just-“

“Left.” Shuri cut you off, “You left, like you always did.”

“Excuse me-“

“When things get hard you leave. Bast, we argued and you left Wakanda!”

The day you went back home, you and Shuri did have a disagreement. It was so stupid looking back on it. She wanted you to stay for a year, but you had to go back to school. That summer was the only time you were supposed to be there.

“Shuri I had to go back-“

By this time Shuri was standing directly in front of you, close enough for you to smell the lingering scent of her perfume. “But you didn’t. You could have stayed. You got scared and you left— you left me!”

She quickly wiped the tear that had pricked her eye. You could tell they were filled with hurt, “And the fact you would even think so lowly of me- you thought I wouldn’t want my- our- child?”

She scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, “I missed so much of his life because all you know how to do is avoid conflict. That’s what hurts the most.”

And with that she turned on her heels, storming out of the lab, leaving you there with the feeling of regret.

“Mother I don’t think this is right.” Shuri shook her head.

“What isn't right is her keeping him from you, he has a responsibility now that he’s here.”

“He’s only five-“

“Your father was eight when your grandfather started preparing him. Your brother was ten, so what’s the difference.”

The night Shuri had found out about Micah, she ran for the first person that she could trust, her mother. Ramonda was furious. Not just for her daughter's feelings, but for the fact that numerous rules had been broken with no remorse.

After T’Challa’s death, Shuri was next in line for the throne. Due to her love for her work and natural allegiance to women, her mother knew the lineage ended with her. Now that Micah was in the picture, that worry was gone.

“He has no idea what he’d be in for. We can’t just take him.”

Ramonda turned to face Shuri, “He’s your son just as much as he is hers.”

The knots in your stomach got tighter as you read the text from Shuri over.

Meet me in the throne room, immediately.

Your feet grew heavy with each step you took, the hallway feeling as if it got longer the more you walked. Every possible scenario played like a movie in your head, the worst ones more prominent than the others. The large doors glistened as you stood before them, before you could push them yourself, they opened before you, revealing Shuri and an obviously upset Queen. Ramonda had never taken a liking to you, you thought she was that way with everyone, but you were proven wrong shortly after that.

“I’ll get straight to it,” Ramonda started as she stared holes into you, “Micah is of Wakandan blood. Blood of a royal to be specific.”

The anticipation killed you. Your heartbeat filling your ears.

“He is next in line for the throne. You know of this, yes?”

Shuri looked at you with an empathetic look, she couldn’t bear to keep eye contact for too long.

“No.”

Ramonda stepped closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. “Ah, so you don’t know that Shuri has to produce an heir.”

You connected the dots fairly quickly. The rest of the words she was saying slurred together as you zoned out. Micah didn’t know of Shuri. It had always been the two of you. The thought of him being taken away made you lightheaded.

“You’re not taking my son.”

“Take? Child, by law he’s ours, there is no negotiation.”

Shuri began to chime in, “Mother-“

“You leave us in the dark for this long, and I have to find out about my grandson like this? You’re lucky I haven’t had you thrown out my country by now.”

“Mother that’s enough.”

Your hands began to shake, there was no way this could be happening. They couldn’t possibly take him from you, could they?

“I’m all he knows, you-you can’t just take him-“ Tears began to blur your vision, “I’m sorry for not telling you, but please- please I'll do anything!”

Shuri knew this was wrong, everything about it. Seeing you break down in front of her at the thought of losing Micah was something she couldn’t live with if it happened.

“Mother we can’t.”

“But he’s-“

She held her hand up, cutting her mother’s sentence. Something she knew she would regret later, “We can’t strip him from all he knows, especially like this.”

Ramonda stormed out of the room, leaving this two of you. The tension in the air was suffocating.

“I am so sorry.” Shuri started, “This isn’t what I wanted.”

You pursed your lips, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

She tried to take your hand into hers but you immediately shoved it away, “How could you- why would you even-“ You couldn’t find the words for her, you couldn’t even fathom her doing this.

“Please believe me-“

“I don't believe shit! I know something like this would happen."

Shuri didn’t have the words to say to you. There weren’t any to make up for the anxiety that you had just been put through, especially at her hand.

“Mama this is boring.” Micah sighed as you two worked to finish a puzzle.

You chuckled at the obviously uninterested child, “Ah c’mon! It’s a puzzle of a T-rex, your favorite!”

He played with a puzzle piece before looking back up at you, “Yea but puzzles aren’t.”

The doorbell rang before you could respond. You furrowed your brows as you weren’t expecting anyone, and it was getting quite late.

“At least try to finish it, I’ll be right back.”

You opened the door to Shuri, hands stuck in the pockets of her hoodie.

You peeked at Micah before cracking the door behind you, “What are you doing here?”

Shuri looked down at her feet and took a deep breath before responding, “I wanted to apologize. I never wanted things to go how they did.”

“Okay. This could’ve been a text.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I want to see him. Please…..just give me that?”

Shuri’s demeanor wasn’t like it usually was. The normally confident, and outspoken woman stood in front of you shy and reserved. As much as you wanted to say no, the look in Shuri’s eyes made you question that decision. You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated. On one hand, you just wanted Shuri to leave the two of you alone. On the other, she had a right to her own child.

You sighed and stepped to the side, inviting her into the house. “Take things slow, Shuri.”

She gave a reassuring nod as she crossed the threshold of your home. There sat Micah, still at the table playing with puzzle pieces. He had put some of the pieces together, but you could still tell he wasn’t enjoying it. His attention turned to you to as you got closer to the table.

“Hi princess Shuri.” He greeted her quietly. Micah was never excited to meet new people. Quite the shy child.

Shuri gave a weak smile as she admired him. It was like she spit the boy out, your genes didn’t even try. From his smile to his eyes, he was all Shuri.

“Hi little one. Unjani?”

Micah scrunched his face up at the unfamiliar word, “What’s that mean princess Shuri?”

“Please, just call me Shuri.” She grinned, “It means how are you.”

“I’d be better if mama didn’t make me do this puzzle.” The child dramatically sighed.

“Hey, It was supposed to fun!” You butted in.

“Well It’s not fun.” Micah turned his attention back to Shuri, “Are you here because we have to go back to Wakanda again?”

“No, I’m here to…..” Shuri looked back at you for help, not knowing what to say.

“She’s here to see you baby.”

“Me? Why?”

You patted the spot on the couch next to you, “Come sit for a minute."

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Grand Canyon, Moonlight (Elliott Daingerfield, 1859 - 1932)

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LADY GAGA Abracadabra | February 3, 2025

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Chapter 9

Narrative

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Mikayla's backyard as she moved between the neat rows of their family garden. Her siblings had left for dinner in town about an hour ago, but she'd opted to stay behind, using her queasy stomach as an excuse. In truth, she'd been feeling off all day – not sick exactly, just unsettled, as if something was about to happen.

The woven basket in her arms grew heavier with each addition: ripe tomatoes still warm from the sun, crisp cucumbers hiding beneath broad leaves, and sweet bell peppers in vibrant shades of red and yellow. The familiar work helped calm her nerves, the earthy scent of the garden grounding her as she harvested the day's bounty.

Mikayla had just finished bringing the last basket into the kitchen when she heard it – three sharp knocks on the front door. She froze, her hand still resting on the basket handle. They weren't expecting company, and her family wouldn't knock at their own door. For a moment, she considered not answering, but curiosity got the better of her.

Her bare feet padded quietly across the wooden floors as she made her way through the house. The sun had dipped lower now, casting the entryway in amber light through the narrow window beside the door. Taking a deep breath, Mikayla turned the handle.

Edward Cullen stood on her front porch, the dying sunlight turning his pale skin to gold and setting his bronze hair aflame. His topaz eyes met hers, and Mikayla's stomach did more than flip – it seemed to vanish entirely, replaced by a swarm of butterflies. She gripped the doorframe for support, suddenly grateful she'd skipped dinner. She doubted she could have kept it down anyway, not with him standing there, looking at her like that.

"Mikayla," he said, her name sliding off his tongue like honey. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

She was acutely aware of her gardening clothes, the dirt under her fingernails, and her hair escaping her puff from the hat. Yet something in his expression made her think he didn't notice any of that – or maybe he just didn't care.

"No," she managed to say, proud that her voice came out steady. "I was just bringing in some vegetables from the garden. My family's out, they're..." She trailed off, suddenly realizing she was alone in the house with Edward Cullen. The thought sent another wave of butterflies through her stomach.

A slight smile played at the corners of his perfect mouth. "I know," he said softly. "That's why I came now. Can we talk?"

Mikayla's heart stuttered in her chest. Edward must have noticed her anxiety because his expression softened, and that crooked smile she loved so much appeared on his face.

"Don't worry," he added quickly. "It's nothing bad. Actually..." He ran a hand through his bronze hair, and for the first time since she'd known him, Edward Cullen looked almost nervous. "I've been trying to find the right moment to ask you something."

Mikayla's breath caught in her throat. "Oh?" was all she could manage to say.

Edward took a step closer, and that familiar scent of his – like winter air and honey – wrapped around her. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me this Saturday? There's a nice restaurant in Port Angeles I think you'd enjoy."

The butterflies in Mikayla's stomach erupted into a full-blown tornado. Edward Cullen was asking her on a date. Actually asking her on a real date. She realized she'd been silent too long when she saw uncertainty flicker across his perfect features.

"I'd love to," she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper, but she knew he heard her because his entire face lit up with that dazzling smile that never failed to take her breath away.

"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised by her acceptance, which made no sense to Mikayla. How could he not know the effect he had on her?

"Yes, really," she said, finding her confidence in his apparent nervousness. "Though I have to admit, I'm a little surprised you came all the way here just to ask me that."

Edward's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. Besides," he glanced at the garden visible through the window, "I like seeing you like this – relaxed, at home, surrounded by growing things. You seem... happy here."

Mikayla felt her cheeks flush with warmth. "I am happy," she said softly. "Especially right now."

He nodded and smiled lowly, "I guess I'll see you later." He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she watched him leave.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 10

Narrative

When Yuna woke up she didn't expect to hear a yelling Arthur telling her get up and get the kids over to Ada's house. She couldn't even ask what was going on because he hung the phone so fast.

She hurriedly got out of bed and dressed the kids quickly and ran out the door with them. Whatever that was going on she thought who in their right mind would attack the house of Tommy Shelby? Fools surely.

Yuna was no stranger to the world that Tommy and his family lived. Sure any other woman would run for the hills but not Yuna. She loved Thomas and there was no getting away from him and she was content with that. Would she put up with his bullshit in the process, absolutely not. But, she couldn't see herself with anybody else and neither could Tommy.

-Time Skip-

Yuna takes Nova and Alex out the car as she walks up the gravel stone walkway. The door immediately opens and Ada gives Yuna a bone crushing hug. They walked in and the kids ran off to play with Karl. They sat down as Yuna looked at Ada confused and concerned. Her heart pounded in her chest from anxiety.

"Ada, what the hell is going on? Where's Tommy?" Yuna rushed out. Ada placed her hands into Yuna's and gave them a gentle pat. "He's fine. But, apparently there was a hit put out on the house." She said, making Yuna's heart drop.

"WHAT?! All the fucking guards we have? That doesn't make since. What's going on?" Yuna yelled in shock. She doesn't understand why Tommy hasn't told her what was going on. She understands that it's man's business, but when her children's lives are at stake that's when all bets are off. Because Yuna has never played about her kids.

Ada huffed and blew out smoke from her cigarette, "Tommy has gone to bloody war with Sabini. They all trashed Sabini's club last night. And, now there's a fookin war going on in London." Ada said.

Yuna sat back with her heart practically in her ass as she felt her whole body boil. She leaned back into the chair and rubbed her temples.

"Ada, make me a fucking drink please. Dark. No ice." She said, as she felt herself getting ready to cry out of anger.

-Time Skip-

Finally Tommy, John, Arthur, Polly, and some other boy Yuna didn't recognize walked into the house.

Polly shook her head obviously pissed at the situation and walked straight towards the liquor cabinet. Yuna just stared at Tommy with nothing but anger in her eyes. She was leaned lazily against the couch with a scotch in her hand. They both held eye contact as Tommy felt he was in deep shit and he absolutely was.

Yuna downed the rest of her drink and got up walking to the back room not saying nothing. Tommy looked at the boys and his Aunt and sighed lowly knowing he was in for a world of hurt. He followed behind Yuna into the living room and closed the doors behind him.

Yuna stood silent for the moment crossing her arms, holding a angry gaze. Tommy honestly knew she had every right to be upset he'd just hoped she didn't lose her trust in him.

"Thomas Shelby. I'm going to give you the chance to tell me the truth and by God if you lie to me I'm going to slap your ass silly. WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!?" Yuna yelled. Tommy opened his mouth but closed it not knowing what to say. And, that made Yuna more angry.

"SABINI, TOMMY! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND!? AND, HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME!" Tommy walked closer to her grabbing her hands, "Love, I know this extremely dangerous and risky but I can do this. And, I didn't tell you-" Yuna cut him off. Snatching her hands away.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT "I WAS JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU BULLSHIT!" THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PROTECT YOUR FAMILY!" She huffed, as tears brimmed her eyes. Thomas hate seeing his Yuna cry. It hurt more that he was the cause of it. He cupped her cheeks and looked into her beautiful brown eyes. "We're team Tommy. It's important that you keep me in the know. Because whatever we face we face it together."

Tommy nodded and kissed her forehead then her lips gently. Yuna kissed back passionately holding onto his wrists. They pulled away pecking each other's lips slowly. Placing their foreheads against each other's, "I promise to always tell you what's going on. The last thing I fookin want is to hurt you or the kids. It'll never happen again. I'm sorry Yuna." Tommy whispered against her lips. Yuna nodded and held his jaw looking into his deep blue eyes.

"Okay."

They walked out the living room and Yuna told Polly she was okay. She looked at the boy standing next to Polly as he smiled lowly at her.

"Sunflower, this is my son...Michael" She said. Yuna felt her heart flutter as she looked at Michael. He looked just like Polly. He stuck out his hand and Yuna looked down at it and shook her head. She pulled him into a loving hug rubbing his back. It took Michael by surprise but he slowly hugged her back.

"Welcome, to the shit show Michael." Yuna said, making everyone chuckle lightly.

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