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#(( cuz precious baby son ;;;;;;;
nicodrawings · 8 months
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-So Jeff is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent in my AU (he’s also an agent in canon but I digress). Him and Miles usually dont see each other "on the field" but sometimes Jeff has tasks that involve him and his co-workers going around the city. And every once in a blue moon Miles will see him. And in those moments he does this. Everyone in shield knows that they're father and son cuz its fuckin shield and they know everything about their heros. And while they aren't techhhnically supposed to do this for identity protection reasons...nobody stops Miles when he does this. Nobody has the heart to. Certainly not Jeff's coworkers. Also Miles is already an affectionate person but when he sees his dad in work mode he gets super excited and reverts back to being a tiny bby and calls his dad "papa" like how he did when he was a small boy. And sometimes if he sees that Miles is injured he’ll patch him up and ask him how he’s doing.
-They don’t see each other as often as they want to due to Miles being at school and being Spider-Man and Jeff being at work more often then he should. So these moments are very precious to them.
-He calls him papa when he's super affectionate or feeling super vulnerable (like when he caught a fever and he felt super delirious and exhausted) he’ll even crawl up under him too if he’s feeling that affectionate.
-Jeff is happy to know he still calls him papa cuz it means he's not growing up too fast and he's still his baby duck.
-Miles just really loves his dad.
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fqiryspit · 2 years
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BABY BOY! EREN HEADCANONS
cw: fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, reader & eren have a son, the baby is 3/4, mamas boy son&eren, the son has unrealistic descriptions in comparison to a real 3/4-year-old boy 😳
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imagine having a little baby boy with eren ♡
he'd be sooooo precious, big chubby cheeks and long hair cuz he 'wants it to be like daddys'
Eren would surprisingly cling to him, being away at work would make him so strained but immediately gets hyper seeing his baby boy waddle over to him with open arms when he arrives home
sometimes he clings to you as well, mostly when he gets tired and needs his mom to hold him. he goes to eren when he wants to play & get his undivided attention but stays by you when he simply just wants his mom to hold onto
he is a crybaby, not in a whiny or annoying way, when he trips over and scrapes his knee, he silently sits there and sniffs while rubbing his eyes, not wailing once. any little boy would cry from that, but whats crybaby behavior for him is silently sniffling when you couldn't hold him because your hands were full
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"go to daddy, baby, my hands are full" you say softly as he tugs on your jeans
"yeah, come here, buddy" eren encouraged
"but I don't wan' daddy" he quietly says while looking down to his feet as tears flow out of his eyes and he silently sniffles as you only hear his sharp breaths
and now you have two crying boys that night with eren wrapped around you talking about how 'he might start to get too old where he doesn't wanna cuddle with me anymore'
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Eren spoils him while you're more direct, disciplining him when needed -tho he is quiet enough where he rarely gets into trouble-
always has his hand locked on his mom. he grabs the collar of your shirt when you hold him and lays his head down on your chest when you get too caught up in conversation and you forget to pay a little more attention to him
Eren confesses that he himself was a mama's boy when he was younger, always holding on to his mom and falling asleep on her any chance he got.
-and no matter what day, Eren cuddles you at night, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and whispers "thank you for making him" and such ♡
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an: i have baby fever.
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hislaevv · 1 year
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bf ๑ lo’ak
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note: I haven’t written enough of Lo’ak since I made this blog. Heres to him and all the Lo’ak wifey’s out there!
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
Boyfriend Lo’ak who enjoys when you trace his bioluminescent freckles. Boyfriend Lo’ak who spams “oel ngati kameie” because he loves to remind you. Boyfriend Lo’ak who insists you slip away from healing lessons with Mo’at to swing trees with him. Boyfriend Lo’ak who has to be patched up every 2-3 business days because of his recklessness. Boyfriend Lo’ak who vents to you “my brother is the perfect son, perfect warrior, where does that leave me?”. Boyfriend Lo’ak who “ugh”’s when you don’t reciprocate his affections. Boyfriend Lo’ak who comes home smug after a big catch, eager to prove to you his prowess. Boyfriend Lo’ak who surprises you with clumsy bead work that he and Tuk had been working on. “Yo, not cool cuz” when Spider mentions anything insensitive to you. Boyfriend Lo’ak who “borrows” his fathers firearms and pretends to fire them at you because he knows you’ll scream and run away. Boyfriend Lo’ak who gets in trouble for stealing Jakes precious blicky. Boyfriend Lo’ak who is the subject of his siblings bullying, especially for his hiss “you think I sound good, right baby? Im a menace. Right?”.
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mushroom-madness · 6 months
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🍄 Round 6: The Fight for Third Place 🍄
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🍄It’s a Baby Boy Battle for Bronze! 🥉🍄
🍄 Vote for your Favorite Fungi! 🍄
Descriptions Below ⬇️
Todd (From Mario)
"Todd is a baby possum who has a mushroom on his head. He is a precious darling with big, soulful eyes, and is one of the most popular characters from Drawfee.” - Submission 118
"You know who he is
You said none of the examples were not guaranteed and I really want Todd in there so submission here:]” - Submission 188
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Timestamp ~ 1:25:00
Stanley
"He is just the sweetest child and he gives the best hugs! Lookit him! He had 4 arms for extra good hugging! THE BEST BOY DESERVES TO WIN! I love him, he deserves all the good things!" - Submission 7
"A happy whimsical child, but very lonely because they're sick. Will encourage you to make a mess with them." - Submission 41
"He is my favorite boy and is just so pure and adorable. He gives me drawings and gives the best hugs, even if he doesn't win I would be so happy he even got in." - Submission 48
"'He's just a lil boye." - Submission 57
"He's just this young kid, only 8, and he's just so cheerful. He'll draw pictures for the player character, Stella, want to experiment with various things, follow you around just being curious about things. He's such a good kid. Yet the entire time you have him aboard the ship you know that he's dying and you'll have to take him to the Everdoor at some point for Stella is the spiritfarer and ferrying people to the afterlife is what she does. Needless to say I cried especially hard when the time came for me to take him to the Everdoor" - Submission 59
“Y’know I honestly dunno alota details about Stanley cuz I haven't gotten him in spiritfarer yet but I can just tell how funky he is ok" - Submission 64
'You know him. You love him. He's adorable. I couldn't not throw in a vote for him" - Submission 66
"guy!! ever!!" - Submission 84
"Grew him in my garden and he took over my guest room. He's my son who I will personally escort to the afterlife." - Submission 86
"He is such a sweetie!" - Submission 87
"He is my son. you Know" - Submission 89
"He's my bb boy I adore him so so much I wish to give him French fries and let him draw and I'm still distraught over him leaving : ((best boy <3" - Submission 99
"I know he was an example but I want him in!!! He's just a little guy!!!! You literally get him from growing him out of a garden and he's just a kid spirit that follows you around and I love him so,,, HE CALLS YOU BIG HAT I-
Also him being in the bracket would be propaganda for people to play spiritfarer in general good game 10/10' - Submission 134
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trylynarie · 1 year
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501st head cannons
1: Anakin gives extra money to the clones to get extra tattoos
2: Hardcase skipped out on tattoos to save up for a hair curler and looked at a million Hilo net videos on how to use (cuz he got no hair to practice on). This was so he could give Tups hair nice curlys when on leave because seeing your lip bros face light up like a child is the sweetest thing ever. We protecc the baby Tup in this house.
3: I know this is just and eyelash animation,
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But fives uses mascara and eyeliner I don’t make the rules.
4: Echo has a turtle Beenie boo which is essentially his son. He even learned crochet to make some cool clothes for him
5: this may or may not have escalated to all of torrent company owning beenie boos which perfectly match their personality. E.g. Tup has an owl due to him being a night owl and Dogma having a puppy.(thanks to Ahsoka committing identity fraud on Anakins account because no way a bunch of grown children be asking their general for plushies).
6: these plushies have houses set underneath their coruscant barracks and extensive wardrobes. All of torrent company has a random animal head painted to their leg plates cuz exclusive club Merch 💅🏻🤌🏻👏🏻
7: Dogma actually has a hyperactive streak much like Hardcase however it makes him paranoid. He will try to control himself so much he’s usually very tired by the end of the day and keeps himself extremely busy with work, even going as far now to help Echo and Rex with tactics like some precious baby brother apprentice. Doing this work he takes his shoes off so nobody can hear his feet going mental on the floor.
8: Rex and Echo eventually found out about this and got in touch with Kix to be able to know how much they can help with because mental health medication isn’t available to clones. They do everything they humanly can to help their lil bro.
9: if the war had a good ending their house would only need one massive room because they’re clingy af to their brothers and sleeping in clone cuddle puddles is the on out way to go
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merakiui · 1 year
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Everytime you write something about SK!Jade I fall in love with him even more cuz he's meant to be this crazy ass mf but when it comes to his darling and child he's just absolutely smitten, like I can imagine him showing his poor unfortunate victims pictures of his darling and kid and telling stories of them.
"my son Timmy won the spelling bee today:)" or " This is my wife isn't she the best and most beautiful person in the world?"
Darling and his child are his greatest weakness. I can definitely imagine him pulling out his wallet to show his victims, going through each photo and relaying the story that goes along with each. “This is my love when we first moved in together.” (it’s a picture of you chained in his bathroom with the most distraught look on your face.) or “and this is when I let my dearest cook.” (it’s a photo of you holding a knife up in defense.) or “this is my beloved holding our precious ray of sunshine.” (it’s a photo of you shielding your baby, who is wrapped in a comfortable baby blanket, from him.)
Jade is all smiles and sweetness when he talks to his victims about you and the baby. He’ll look them in the eyes and ask, “Aren’t they the most beautiful things in the world?” And his victims have to agree because they’re so desperate to stay alive.
Although I should warn that Jade in DRU will be even more terrible than he already is. The horror is only beginning for poor darling… >_<
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sharpth1ng · 1 year
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Kid billy and stu hcs (omyb ❤️)
- Stu the type of kid to draw on his face and skin a lot and he’d come home looking like a human canvas. Also probably tried eating a crayon at least once because they look yummy
- billy had a tooth gap top front and centre
- stu had an underbite (projecting cuz I had an underbite and have had to go through orthodontic hell most my life, but I don’t think stu would of had it as bad as me. also dog moment ✌️)
- whenever billy got in trouble in school Nancy was 100% one of those moms that stood by her kid no matter what he did
- Billy would encourage Stu to do stupid shit that got him in trouble but stu would never snitch on billy for his involvement, also he probably just wanted to do it anyway
- Billy was kinda afraid/grossed out by bugs but Stu would be like, collecting them in the school yard. When Stu sees Billy’s disliking of bugs Stu would try to squish them if Billy was ever freaked out by one
YES OMYB. WHAT A MEAL.
I also have the hc of Stu turning himself into a human canvas. Also bc he would have that white blonde hair that blonde ppl have when they're young he was def colouring his hair with markers too. He's def eating crayons. And glue.
GAP TOOTH BILLY HELP. I didn't know I needed this but wow I NEEDED THIS. PRECIOUS. BABY.
Especially accepting underbite Stu bc it means he and Billy probably would have had braces/headgear at the same time. Also I've just decided that Randy was born with basically perfect teeth and never had to have braces. Billy hates him for this.
But also oof poor lil autistic Billy at the orthodontist. Hell if you're undiagnosed and all the adults in your life treat you like your meltdowns are tantrums
Nancy would be showing up at the school like "did you personally witness my son pushing that kid off the swings? No? The I don't see how you could possibly know that kid isn't lying. Billy is a gentle, sweet boy, how dare you."
Absolutely Billy would be the devil on Stu's shoulder, and Stu does not have an angel over the other shoulder so they're just trouble. Definitely being forced not to sit together in class.
Wahhh Stu squishing bugs for him is so cute stooooooppppp
In conclusion, YES. I need to come up with something so I can write them as kids!
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nataliedanovelist · 11 months
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ROTTMNT FIC MASTERPOST!
⭐️ The Apocalypse That Was, But Never Is - After a lifetime of rebelling against the Kraang, Casey Jones Jr. has a lot to adjust to. He can handle real food and new clothes just fine, but having his parents alive and well and right in front of him is entirely new - and slightly terrifying - territory.
The start of my Dad Raph AU, and really the fic that started my incredible journey. ❤️
Post-movie
Implied RaphxCass
6 chapters - COMPLETED
The Apocalypse That Was - The Kraang can stop a lot of things, but they cannot stop the Hamato Clan from accomplishing the things they wish to accomplish, from becoming the people they want to be, or from loving and protecting their family.
The prequel to The Apocalypse That Was, But Never Is
Apocalypse-centered fic
Dad Raph AU
No-longer implied RaphxCass 😉
Collaboration with Zippermoth_Mouth
7 chapters - COMPLETED
Adjustment - When April is being harassed by a jerk at college, Casey Jones Jr. steps in, but takes it one step too far.
Tw: implied sexual assault
Post-movie
One-shot - COMPLETED
You’ll Let Her Go - When Raph borrows Sunita’s cloaking broach so he can take Cass out on a “real date,” he starts to question if there’s even a chance they can have a future together, given his whole situation.
RaphxCass hurt and comfort
Post-movie
One-shot - COMPLETED
L.I.L.-E - Donnie accidentally built a grenade more intelligent than he intended, but the new droid fits into the family seamlessly, and not only does S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gain a little sister, but Donnie gains a new child as well.
A gift for Tulip, featuring her OC
Post-movie
A two-part fic, part one posted, part two still being written…
The Mask He Wore - One day, Casey’s precious Genius Tech built mask is cracked, and Donnie fixes it, uncovering that his future counterpart did, in fact, record everything.
Post-movie
One-shot - COMPLETED
How I Met Your Mothers - Draxum’s relationship with the turtles has definitely improved since their first introduction, and the retired alchemist doesn’t want it tarnished by secrets or things left unsaid, so he introduces the boys to someone very special…
Post-movie
One-shot - COMPLETED
The Ability To Grow Old - One of Donnie’s experiments backfire, and it’s up to Raph to make sure his brother doesn’t grow up too quickly.
Brawn & Brain fic
Mid-season 1
One-shot - COMPLETED
Best of Both Worlds - A short coming-out story for @phykoha’s Happily Ever After AU, focusing on Raph and Cass and their son, Casey.
RaphxCass
Apocalypse-centered fic
Bigender Raph & Pan Cass
One-shot - COMPLETED
Savage Son - After losing his best friend and becoming stranded in an apocalyptic New York City, Raph stumbles across a lonesome baby and is determined to help the little guy live.
Apocalypse-centered fic
Another Dad Raph fic (cuz I’d LOVE to see somebody try to stop me!)
Brand new AU
4 chapters - COMPLETED
Rise to the Challenge - The Kraang are defeated, but there is still a lot ahead for the Mad Dogs, not only overcoming the villains in front of them, but the demons in their own minds. Still struggling with the events from the Kraang invasion, they will be tested to their limits. Do they truly rely on each other? Do they truly trust in their family?
My version of season 3!!!
Multi-chapters - ON GOING
⭐️ Little Warrior - Instead of Casey Jones II going back in time to stop the Kraang alone, he is accompanied by someone special.
Dad Raph
Little Warrior AU
RaphxCass
My pride and joy…
Multi-chapter - ON GOING
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uzumaki-rebellion · 10 months
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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 73″
Masterlist HERE. 
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"They say she get it from her Mama…
I put that on my own mama, on my hood I look fly, I look good You can't touch my bag, wish you could I look fly, I look too good Put that on my own mama, on my hood…"
Victoria Monet – "On My Mama"
T'Challa lifted his newborn son from his fluffy pram blanket and gently burped him near the wall-sized window of the Sun Room. Nakia fed the baby constantly and after only a week of being alive, Toussaint was fatter and his belly became a round ball that his father liked to tickle.
The deep rich melanin had evened out across his son's body and looking down at the tiny face, T'Challa witnessed a mirror, a version of himself that depended on a family to raise him up the right way. He kissed Toussaint's forehead, then rocked him quietly.
"This is the best place to catch the last rays if you don't want to go outside…"
T'Challa turned to the sound of N'Jadaka's voice.
"Just sneaking in some time with him alone before I go to the ball," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka touched Toussaint's hand and the baby squirmed and grabbed a hold of his cousin's index finger.
"He's strong," N'Jadaka said.
"Here."
T'Challa handed over his son and N'Jadaka cradled the boy much better than he did. Of course, he had more experience with Sydette when she was a baby. But T'Challa learned quickly and studied how N'Jadaka moved with the little one, the natural ease giving him the confidence to do better himself. He still became nervous caring for Toussaint, so the little trips away from Nakia's side helped him shore up his daddy skills. When Shuri had been born, T'Challa had been at university and didn't have an opportunity to care for her as a newborn with so many palace attendants looking after the princess and Ramonda. Like his son, his baby sister had been a precious tiny being that made him too self-conscious about screwing up his interactions. The Black Panther had faced terrors that the mind couldn't conceive, and yet a seven-pound bundle kept him feeling fluttery in the brain and hands.
"Lotta hair," N'Jadaka said, touching a curly loc on the top of Toussaint's head.
N'Jadaka scrunched his face at the baby with various silly expressions making T'Challa laugh.
"You are good with babies," T'Challa said.
"I do alright. You'll get the hang of this cuz. Wait until he calls you Baba for the first time… man, you'll float on cloud nine. When Sydette said that to me, I swear, I must've grown fifty feet taller. Kids…they make life different… make you see things differently if you let them."
"I understand that completely now. I worry that I will be an overprotective father, or worse, a father who allows too much because how can I deny this child's wondrous face?"
"You'll find balance."
"I hope so. I would like to have a relationship with my son the way you do with your children. You are an exceptional father, N'Jadaka."
The king looked into T'Challa's eyes and a humbleness rested there.
"I raise my children the way my parents raised me, with respect, kindness, and plenty of unconditional love. They believed I could do anything I set my mind to and supported me with all of my interests. I felt at ease with them… could talk about anything under the sun and I would always know they had my back. When I had to live in juvie for almost a year, I discovered how blessed I was to have my parents. Even if it was for a short period of time. Some children never know love from the adults that bring them into the world. There's so much suffering for no reason. I cherish all of my memories with them and I try to pass on their wisdom to my kids."
T'Challa reached into the leather pouch that hung around his neck and pulled out some Wakandan currency folded into a neat square.
"Riki paid me this to make another male baby. I was told that Yani explained to him that the father determines the sex of the baby, and he asked for this money back from Nakia so he could give it to me. I am giving it back to you because Toussaint is a lot of work and I can't imagine having another baby too soon. It is your turn to bring in more boys," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka grinned and handed Toussaint back to T'Challa, palming the money in return.
"Yani will decide when that happens, but trust, I am practicing,"
T'Challa cackled and N'Jadaka lowered his head, realizing he revealed too much.
N'Jadaka started humming a little, familiar tune, and T'Challa joined in by softly singing the words to "Lullaby Little One", peering at the snuggled bundle in his arms.
"He is the best of everything that I am," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka glanced up at T'Challa.
"My father is proud of you… of us," N'Jadaka said.
T'Challa tilted his head and regarded his cousin's face with curiosity.
"I visit them…my parents…over at Black Creek whenever I need to think about my purpose and my role as king. It calms me. Reminds me of my duty to my family too. Baba loved you with all his heart and he is happy that you and I are together. He said it was the way it was supposed to be. He still watches over you too, Cuz. And your son," N'Jadaka said.
T'Challa lowered his head and let out a shuddery breath.
"Hearing that pleases me, N'Jadaka. I feel peace in my heart now that you and I are one."
He looked out over the window view of the kingdom.
"I have made peace with my own father. It has not been easy walking in his shadow. I have laid that burden to rest as you told me. You and I have children to raise and a nation to protect. Tonight is a very important gathering," T'Challa said.
The king gazed at the river below busy with night merchants and leisure boats passing in and out of Birnin Zana's brightly lit port.
"Tonight we watch nations curry favor with us. Niganda's president and the Prime Minister of Mohannda have been acting salty as fuck with our inquiries about border disputes and encroaching on our territory. Canaan and Azania have remained open on everything since the first UDC meeting. Azania has slowly been jockeying for my attention even more since we hosted the inaugural UDC in their country. They would like to host the next meeting at the end of the year. I suggested rotating gatherings as an option, although Canaan would prefer they all be hosted here."
T'Challa grinned.
"It is a sly way of getting into Wakanda twice a year," T'Challa said.
"I know. But we have to appear egalitarian. North Africa is already feeling slighted because I won't let them in yet."
"Tunisia did not help them with their behavior."
"I'll worry about the north later."
"Niganda and Mohannda will be our main troublemakers. They will be all shiny teeth and glowing eyes for you in front of the other nations," T'Challa said.
"Umama reminded me yesterday that shiny teeth don't mean people are smiling at you."
"This is true. You will learn tonight the masks those two countries have worn for centuries when dealing with us. My father kept them at arm's length for over thirty years."
"Time for me to bring them closer."
N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo.
"I'll meet you on the bridge at eight," N'Jadaka said.
The king left him alone and T'Challa gazed at his son. His kimoyos lit up with a pulsing white glow. An urgent signal from Captain America.
T'Challa used a voice command to bring up Steve's floating avatar. The deep creases on the Avenger's forehead and the tight-lipped stare conveyed a grim mood at the Avenger's compound. For a brief moment, Steve glanced down at Toussaint and a faint smile perked up the American's lips.
"Your new son," Steve said.
"Toussaint."
"That doesn't sound like a Wakandan name."
"It's Haitian. What is going on?"
"We may need your sister's help," Steve said.
"With what exactly?"
"We're in the middle of a delicate situation and if we can't solve it…T'Challa, some invaders arrived and attacked members of our team. Vision… he's in a lot of trouble and we're trying to protect him."
"Zero hour?" T'Challa said.
"I'm praying that it isn't. Can we count on your help if we can't keep him safe here?"
"Our king is prepared to assist," T'Challa said.
"Wanda and Vision were attacked in Scotland. Their assailants were after the mind stone. Please inform King N'Jadaka that we will be in touch again soon."
The fear in Steve's eyes soaked through the avatar. T'Challa ended the call and stared into the eyes of his son.
"You are not even a week old and your Baba and cousin must fight to keep the world whole in order for you to live well."
He pushed back against the cool dread gliding up the base of his neck.
The Avengers were a tight team despite their internal differences. Steve Rogers was frightened and desperate for Wakanda's backing. N'Jadaka needed to get through the night with T'Challa keeping a sharp eye for turncoats. One thing at a time though. Get through the ball and then await any more news from the Avenger's compound.
"Come, my son. Let us return to your mother so Baba can do his job."
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The noble women Yani chose as her Ladies-in-Waiting prepared her fresh make-up after her dinner with N'Jadaka. Zola was a member of the Panther tribe. She had a soft athletic build with fetching eyes and was one of the first Wakandan elites to befriend Yani during her first weeks in the country. She knew all the gossip and schooled Yani about who to watch out for in the close-knit upper classes. Ilana was more guarded. Although she had been friendly toward Yani in the beginning, their friendship was a slow bloom once she became better acquainted. Her gorgeous figure and lush head of thick hair made her a stand out on the noble court, and they shared a love of music and dancing. Yani liked that she was a member of the River Tribe for it gave a nuanced look at nobles from a balanced perspective. Ramonda encouraged her to have all her Ladies from the Panther Tribe, but Yani insisted on a mix and asked Marisol and Twyla to be on her team too. It gave her the ability to have eyes and ears in the wider society since Marisol and Twyla moved outside of the palace. Twyla had her professional Eco-Tourism business and Marisol had accepted an invitation to study in the Temple of Bast while also teaching Candomble at the University of Birnin Zana. If the queen had to have a close team, then she wisely chose the best available to her, and Zola and Ilana were her best investment.
Outside of her own family, the two noble women were generous and protective of Yani as they had been trained to do all their lives if they were lucky enough to be chosen by a queen to serve in the palace. The Court of Nobles vied for positions serving the royal family, and the queen's inner circle was the most coveted placement among the women. Not only were they privy to the inner machinations of the royal family, but they were also closer to snatching up partners of high standing. There was a strict vetting process and it took a full six months to get final approval from the council of elders and the king himself. Part of the vetting process had been eye-opening and a little disconcerting to Yani. The Ladies not only served the queen but they were at the beck and call of the king too within his home, and in the past, Wakandan kings often used the women as their concubines and what the elders called "prep women" if the kings were unmarried. The sexual explicitness of what they would do for the king or queen made Yani's face burn, but it was no different than the lifestyle Ayomide and M'Baku lived high up in the mountains.
Yani studied books in their ancient family library that had illustrations and tales from past rulers, and she confessed to Zinzi and Efetobo in their private consultations that she worried that N'Jadaka's enormous sexual appetite could overwhelm her once she became queen, and she was not one to seek out the help of other women. She was too embarrassed to ask Ramonda and Umama how they dealt with their sex lives. Zinzi calmed her fears and reminded her that every generation of rulers decided how they would work out their domestic household, and that the queen had a lot of pull in nixing anything they weren't comfortable with. Shock sat on her face when she was also told that a queen could have male or female lovers if the king were away for a long time. At least they believed in equal favor.
There was no way N'Jadaka would allow another man to dick down his woman while he was gone. In the ancient books, to keep the queen from becoming pregnant from her temporary substitute, male concubines were made to wear prosthetic dicks designed in the shape of the king's phallus so that the queen's vagina would remember her husband. Yani was shown dildos hollowed out from rubbery pieces of wood from antiquity. She could see where her man's dick came down the bloodline. The Udaku's always had girth and heft.
The ancient sexual proclivities fascinated her, and she found herself questioning her moral conservatism. Once, while Dante allowed her to look at one of N'Jadaka's old computer tablets back when he was Erik Killmonger and she was learning about his family in depth, she stumbled across a hidden file of sex vids. Holed up in her suite, she watched Killmonger have intercourse with various women on his travels. Sometimes there were two or three women at a time. The experience of watching him from angles that she never saw had her sweating, and she soaked plenty of panties rewinding images of him cumming and pleasuring other women.
Yani struggled with her confusion as to how she could dread her man finding another woman to cheat with or replace her, and yet get stimulated and wetter than an ocean seeing him have sex with others. Hearing him moan another woman's name and observing his lovers lose it over him forced her fingers between her legs as her clit beat a rhythm that needed satisfying and moaning of her own. She spent hours watching the vids, not only because she missed Killmonger so much, but because her orgasms were explosive imagining him doing all of that in the flesh, right in front of her. Even when he returned and they struggled to reconnect, Yani would sneak peeks at those vids to satisfy her cravings for him.
Preparing to be his wife was an education that allowed her to look within herself and discover that she had more kinks than she realized.
Exhibitionist. Check.
Anal play. Check.
Bratty submissive. Check.
Humiliation kink. Check.
Roleplaying. Check.
Spanking. Check.
Choking. Check.
Cuckquean? Who knew?
As much as she was dead set against sharing N'Jadaka with Disa in any polyamorous royal union, she tried to understand why complete strangers with her man aroused her, and having him be with Disa bothered her so much. Perhaps it was the impersonal nature of the sex he had with those beautiful women around the world. N'Jadaka was simply fucking and being explicit to satisfy his cravings. There was no love or true affection. Truth be told, Yani sometimes enjoyed that fucking energy more than when they made tender love. Something about the way he manhandled women made her pussy jump. Especially when he slapped them for being disobedient.
Yani knew N'Jadaka found Zola and Ilana attractive. They were enamored with him themselves just as everyone was who came into contact with the king. N'Jadaka was bigger than life in person, and he oozed a dangerous charm that held people enthralled. Yani had grown accustomed to his effect on people. It made her feel powerful in his presence because he doted on her openly. Zola and Ilana did the same to Yani, their affectionate and playful manners touched on a strong sisterhood. They loved the idea of a foreign queen ruling. It shook up the elites and made their lives more interesting. Without N'Jadaka saying anything, Zola and Ilana were always the first to go on the defense for Yani if they caught wind of negative gossip toward her. The Queen's Ladies knew the pedigree and secrets of everyone and cut them to the quick if they said one bad thing about her. Marisol, Twyla, and Disa liked them. So did the children. Especially Joba and Riki. This gave Yani the assurance that she had chosen her confidantes well. They wanted N'Jadaka to succeed because they grew up hearing the stories of Prince N'Jobu and were open to being out in the world instead of hiding behind their protective shields ignorant of everything. The new king ushered in the age of far-reaching Wakandan influence and that ignited their passions for the future.
Zola held out a golden jaguar mask that would cover the top half of Yani's face.
"Do not take this off at all tonight," Zola said.
She helped Yani stick it on her face with the sweet-smelling adhesive.
"Those foreign nations need to be captured by your seductive allure and the mystery you represent," Ilana added, touching up Yani's fresh lipstick.
"This is true," Zola said, stepping back to look at the mask, "A powerful king such as ours will have the world by the balls with you standing next to him looking this captivating."
Yani turned to face the large mirror in her dressing room inside of the king's home. She almost gasped herself looking at her reflection. Zola winked at her through the mirror.
"Yes, that is our queen right there."
Ilana lifted the train for the dress with Zola's help as Yani stood to take in all angles of her reflection. She was stunning and she knew it. Tapping a nervous finger on her engagement ring she turned to her Ladies.
"Tonight, after the ball, I will be with the king," Yani said.
Both women lowered their heads at the mention of N'Jadaka from her lips to show respect for her. They slipped on gold cat-claw finger armor on her index and middle fingers. Umama sent her the family heirloom. The long and deadly-looking finger jewelry was an ancient heirloom that belonged to Queen Tiye and Queen Shuriya. Yani was given a week's long lesson on that woman and having items that belonged to queens the entire country admired was a huge deal. The elder Queen mother explained that Yani would set the new standard for how a queen should be, and to never take any interaction for granted.
"I would like for you both to prepare me for him later. He is under a lot of stress and I want him pampered. Understood?"
"Yes, Princess," they answered in unison.
"Leave me," Yani said.
Zola and Ilana departed the room to wait for her in the spacious living room downstairs. She stared at her image again and then sauntered out toward her bed chamber. Heading to her beautifully carved bureau, Yani pulled out N'Jadaka's smoking pipe that she snuck away from his private bar. She lit it up and rested on her bed, allowing the herb to burn a small cloud of smoke before she puffed on it, settling her mind for a long evening representing the entire country. She wasn't the queen yet, but the palace and the press had begun calling her the consort and she had to be on her best for N'Jadaka and the world.
The chemicals in the plant kicked up in her bloodstream and her breathing became deeper, less shallow, and anxious. She closed her eyes and focused on how she would walk, how she would enunciate her Wakandan well, and use the king's good English when necessary. Her mind drifted and she started chanting an old Wakandan proverb she learned that Queen Tiye was credited in writing. Loosely translated it meant "There is power in the walk and the word", but when recited quickly and under duress, it became a verbal narcotic for Yani to decompress whenever she worried about representing so much power. The niggling fears of not being good enough taunted her despite her assertive pushback.
Going out into the ballroom would be another performance, and as a former singer and social media star, Yani knew how to cultivate the image of a woman in control. This would be a performance of a lifetime, her coming out to the world stage. The herb slowed down the whirring in her brain and chipped away at the self-doubt and nervousness. She chanted the first Queen of Wakanda's proverb over and over until she dozed off into a twilight sleep, sinking deeper and deeper…
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The scent of burning and black smoke stung Yani first before she even noticed the blazing fire. Acres and acres of lush vegetation went up in a fiery red-orange wave of flames that lit up the landscape and blanketed the blue sky above with encroaching darkness from the belching of acrid smoke. Watching the burning fields, Yani expected to see a powerful dragon sweeping down from the sky and lighting up the world. Instead, she spotted the serene figure of a woman torching the earth with fire as her other hand wielded a sharp blade.
Yani put a hand over her nose as the smoke choked her throat and burned her eyes. She coughed, leaned forward, and spit out fire and smoke from her own mouth. Startled, Yani cried out in fear and the woman turned toward her, iron black hair wild around her head like a crown of ebony flames.
"Come burn this with me, gyal," the woman said.
Yani hesitated. The wind had whipped up the flames to towering heights and the heat increased, ready to lick and scorch her skin.
"Fiyahbun for this, not you," the woman said.
She thrust the torch out toward Yani.
"Come, come…step quick. Yuh know mi…come from mi. I hear yuh sing fuh mi—"
"Queen Mary?" Yani said.
"Mi no stranger to mi own pickney. Come. Burn…."
Yani took hesitant steps, unsure if she was dreaming or high from the herb in N'Jadaka's pipe. It felt real. Smelled real. Looked real.
"Ah dou-dou, step strong. Yuh come from strong people. How yuh 'gon stand with that Big Man on the hill walkin' like that?"
Queen Mary sucked her teeth and Yani changed her pace and ground her bare feet sturdy on the earth.
When she reached Queen Mary, she took the torch from her hand.
"This too," Queen Mary said.
Yani grabbed the long shiny cutlass in her other hand and wasn't surprised to see that Queen Mary still had another torch and cutlass in her grasp.
"Feel that weight, gyal? That's the only weight you should have on you from now on. The Big Man on the Hill needs a queen to be his equal. You are that, hear mi? Burn it all."
Yani touched unburned portions of the field, and despite being in the middle of a raging inferno, the fire never touched or singed their skin. But Yani felt the heat from her greatest grandmother's body and witnessed the flames shining in her dark black eyes. Eyes as black as Sydette's… as black as Joba's.
The smoke swirled into a thick blanket blinding Yani's sight, but she kept walking forward with Queen Mary until they passed through to the other side of a pristine beach with water so clear it that made her weep with longing for her old cove. Queen Mary closed her eyes and took a deep breath before flinging her torch and cutlass into the sea.
"Your turn to carry it, Queen Yani. I will rest and watch yuh for always. Be a big woman now. He 'gon need yuh fierceness when him put new babies in that belly and in your hands…"
Queen Mary reached over and placed a warm and gentle hand across Yani's stomach.
"Time will soon come when him need yuh tuh fight for dem babies, hear mi gyal? Him pickney powerful. Your blood mixed with his is so powerful that even your enemies will fear your children. Go back there now, show the world yuh come from mi. Show them how we cut and burn to the ground anyone opposed to us. You are his fire… his true blade…"
The water shimmered as Queen Mary walked across the top of it, no longer burdened with holding down the line. That was Yani's job and she gripped the torch and cutlass with a new confidence, facing the mighty blaze behind her. Walking back through the fire her body sensed a tugging back into bodily consciousness outside of the spiritual and she bolted up from the bed, her fingers clenched around nothing but air. But the sensation of the blade and torch were still there in her grasp. Glancing at her kimoyo, she knew she was late meeting N'Jadaka. She stepped off the bed and rolled her shoulders.
Show time.
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N'Jadaka waited for Yani out at the entrance of the bridge. She was running late, so he parked himself between both palace structures to give her fifteen more minutes before he graced his foreign guests with his presence. From the reports inside the ballroom, the attendees were having a grand old time although they were breathless with anticipation to see the king of Wakanda in all his glory.
The doors to the East Palace bridge entrance swung open and a set of Doras with four Ladies-in-Waiting flanked Yani who made his heart lurch when he saw her fully.
"Fuck," he gasped under his breath.
Marisol and Twyla made up two of the four ladies accompanying Yani and they grinned with knowing at the expression on his face. Even his personal guards made unintelligible sounds with their mouths when the vision of a new-era queen stepped into their midst.
The deep cobalt blue of her gown stole the richest hue of the waters back in St. Thomas. Her lace hood rested across the top of her head but the upper half of her face was covered in a bright gold jaguar lace face mask that enhanced the cat-like appearance she was going for. It was designed exactly the way his Umama's decorative jaguar mask looked, with the sharp cat ears laced with saffron diamonds. The tight corset made the tops of her breasts look like lush fruit while the rest of the gown had a long train that the two extra ladies-in-waiting watched out for as it swept behind Yani a good ten feet long. N'Jadaka's betrothal beads sat snug on her waist and hips.
Stunning burgundy lipstick with gold flecks at the center displayed Yani's plump lips, and her eyes dazzled everyone who gazed at her.
A queen.
N'Jadaka couldn't move. The air had been knocked out of his chest harder than a punch from an enemy. Everyone around them stood in stunned silence and stared at his fiancé with the masked mystique. There was an aura about her that his intuition told him was spiritual in nature. Yani stood in all of her glory, but she also stood on the shoulders of Queen Mary. That energy radiated from her thick and blazing, and it was enough to make Ogum smack N'Jadaka in the back of the head with Bast kicking him in the shin, lowering his right knee for him as he brought himself low to the ground. Holding out a hand towards her, he seized the moment to show the others the love and respect he had for her.
"Queen Yani N'Isiqithi, may I have the honor of escorting you to our first formal gathering together?" he asked.
"You may," she said, holding out her hand.
Most of her long nails sparkled with the colors of the sea with blue crystals at the tips. Fierce-looking finger armor covered the rest. He clasped her hand in his and lifted up from his knee, tucking her warm fingers into the crook of his arm. Chaperones be damned, he was holding his wife's hand.
Wife.
He paused and looked down into her eyes encased in the exquisite golden half-mask. This woman was his wife. The mother of his children. The woman who held him down from the moment she agreed to be his. His sly and mouthy island girl. The one who could bring him to his knees with just a touch from her hand and a twist of her lips. N'Jadaka was ready to show her off to the world. Two diaspora babies came home to the motherland to rule it together.
He grinned. Oh, to go back in time to the cove on his first day in St. Thomas. To see her naked and swimming in liquid heaven. To know that the moment he heard her voice and laid eyes on her that she was the one to stand with him there. His heart overflowed and he patted her wrist.
"Let's go show these people royalty," he said.
Across the bridge waiting for them, royal drummers kicked off a loud rumble that would announce to the guests that the king had arrived.
"Baby, there will be wolves in sheep's clothing among the crowd," he whispered to her as they traipsed the bridge and stepped into the West Palace.
"I am prepared for them," she said.
N'Jadaka looked at Yani. Her voice sounded different. Fierce. It came out sharp like an oyster knife ready to peel away the soft flesh of mollusks. Her pace matched his and there was a synergy coursing between them that was as thick as a Wakandan winter stew. They were evenly yoked as his Nana would say. She carried a warrior spirit in her steps.
Yani glanced up into his eyes and the sparkle of light from the hall lamps leading to the grand ballroom flickered like torch flames. Ogum shifted in his chest and Bast leaned on his head harder recognizing the power of her ancestors within her.
Lifting his left hand, N'Jadaka greeted T'Challa who waited for them in front of the entrance of the ballroom. Heavily guarded, security was tighter than normal. The thumping of music bled through the doors.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Always," Yani responded.
The giant doors were opened and they were ushered to the top of the stairs that led down to the merriment below. One thousand people stopped dancing, speaking, eating, and drinking right where they stood just to stare up at the top of the landing to gaze upon the dazzling image of King N'Jadaka and his Queen-to-be Yani. He held out Yani's hand to offer her a resting balance as they took their time coming down the steep stairs. Their titles were announced as the royal orchestra played the Wakandan National Anthem with their steps.
N'Jadaka escorted Yani around the polished floor in a wide circle so that all the guests could see them. They rounded the final curve and faced an eager audience that salivated at the sight of them before a roar of applause erupted. T'Challa stood to N'Jadaka's left, his lighter blue robes complimenting the king's outfit. The applause washed over them for eight minutes straight. Yani leaned into him and whispered, "They are hungry for your grace, kumkani."
"Let's give them a show," he said back to her.
He lifted Yani's hand higher and waved a hand for her to step forward and take more of the applause for herself. She took a graceful step forward and hundreds of Wakandan nobles began clapping and singing out Yani's name with pride in their voices. No one had ever seen a consort like her before in all of Africa. He made out a chant that they echoed throughout the ballroom. The Golden Jaguar Queen. N'Jadaka swept his gaze around the entire room. The energy was electrifying. He eased away from Yani to give her more attention and the chanting grew stronger, picked up on by the other foreign guests.
Yani had star power. The grace in her walk and the seductive twist in her hips hypnotized the people there. He would use it to his advantage. She knew she was a weapon and preened before the crowd, accepting their adoration. Holding up his hand to calm the audience, the orchestra kicked into the first real Wakandan waltz of the evening with the sounds of bright horns heralding the arrival of the king. As the thumps from a bass drum pulled in the full percussive section, N'Jadaka slipped his arm around Yani's lower back and also clasped her hand.
They had practiced together sporadically when his schedule permitted, but their times together in St. Thomas dancing around the beach, inside their home, or in the privacy of their old bedroom made their coming together seamless and unrushed. Yani gripped his shoulder and relaxed into his lead hand and he spun her out onto the middle of the ballroom. No one outside of the country had ever seen a Wakandan waltz, but to the king, it was an easy transition from learning how to two-step from his grandfather. He already had the natural dancing gifts of his mother, Califia, and the magnetic grace of his father, N'Jobu, but having Yani on his arm elevated the spectatorship. Yani added sways and small dips that brought him back to Juvay, and he contributed his own touches in his hips and feet from Brazil. The diaspora styles melded with the Wakandan steps. As the drum beats dropped away from a section of the music and the triumphant horns peppered the air, N'Jadaka broke away from Yani and circled around her as the dance called for him to do, and she gathered up the hem of her dress to allow herself to wind her hips and dropped her body low in time to the measured tones of the soulful, full-bodied sound. Her Ladies-in-Waiting, Zola, and Ilana joined with Twyla and Marisol chanting out a call and response that other Wakandan nobles bounced back to them around the ballroom, adding another texture to the mid-tempo orchestral music.
Yani rolled her shoulders and spun around toward the center audience and body rolled her curves, raising her arms in the air as if she were conducting the horns. She spun back around toward him and he was right there to clasp her hand and guide her around the floor once more as the train of her dress looked like a waterfall spilling from her hips. They were joined by other partnered nobles who recognized the signal move to join the king and his betrothed. At least one hundred of the nobles present, who were of the upper echelon in status, were allowed to dance with them. They lined themselves around the king and Yani, moving in tandem to ancient ritualized steps that N'Jadaka had already shown the audience. As all the Wakandan men stepped away from their partners, several women added the new flair that Yani introduced, winding their hips and bending their knees low.
When all the women had their hands in the air like his future queen, N'Jadaka knew that Yani had shifted the culture publicly. The heavenly sounds of strings and harps cued the men for their solo dance moves as the women stood to the side with their hands on their hips in an exaggerated fashion. N'Jadaka took that as a sign for him to cut up in front of everyone. The men around him on the floor gave their best to keep the women from upstaging their king, unfortunately, Yani's demeanor, her dynamic appearance, and the internal swag she carried like body armor rose up like a storm and the women followed her lead and stalked past the men to form the opposing line that became a dance battle as the sexes faced off against one another to execute polished steps. It was over for the men once Yani started dusting her shoulders and the women followed that example by bobbing their heads in a challenging fashion as if to say, "'Sup nigga, whatchu got now?"
N'Jadaka raised his arms up and down to pump up the men and they fell into exquisitely choreographed legwork. He had never been in a fraternity ever, but the king stepped as if he went to an HBCU. The men threw down, exciting the foreign guests. Their flying arms, jumping legs, and the practiced, exaggerated turns of their heads as they raised their communal gaze skyward to welcome their ancient forebears aroused pride in N'Jadaka. He was a Wakandan king and the world would never ever see another like him again until one of his children ascended the throne. He caught a glimpse of Umama, Baba Z, Dante, and Ramonda sitting up high in private seating above the orchestra. Their bird's eye view made him feel good…watched over. Umama and Dante held their hands up waving to the music. In another protected section sat Marisol, Twyla, Zola, and Ilana who watched over Yani, ready to spring into action if she needed anything.
The dancers made all the turns around the floor that went with the music and his favorite part came up next that headed them to the home stretch…the stroll. It was a cool-down the heart rate move that allowed the men to prance one final time as they went to retrieve their partners with a dramatic flourish.
"You betta strut Big Nigga!" Twyla shouted from above.
N'Jadaka dipped his shoulders and pumped out his elbows as he slowly stepped to Yani. She had her hands on her hips and kept her head tilted in a haughty manner. All the woman thrust their chests and shoulders in time to the music awaiting their menfolk.
"Get your queen, kumkani!"
Umama's voice egged him on and he grinned, flashing Yani his dimples. Crispy horns picked back up like a clarion call to greatness. N'Jadaka lived in the moment, twisting his hips and bouncing his shoulders with aplomb. The energy from the men backing him up with bravado flowed through him as he inched his way to his woman.
He stopped in mid-step, staring at Yani for a split second before shaking his head. The music swelled all around him and nudged him to keep stepping, but N'Jadaka could've sworn Yani held a torch and machete in her hands. He blinked and her hands were still on her hips, daring him to be bold enough to take her.
N'Jadaka moved closer so that his body rubbed up against hers and he ran his hands down her shoulders, linking their pinky fingers together while he kissed her cheek in front of the entire gathering. Applause broke out and the nobles made space for the king and his queen to leave the dance floor first. The other elites in the room chanted his name and Yani's, forcing the first smile from Yani that wasn't directed at him. Instead of clasping his hand as they had practiced to walk back to the receiving line in time to the final horn blowing, Yani slid her armored index finger up his chest and pranced around him in a circle before lifting up her hand in a dainty fashion waiting for him to come to her first as she walked away a good three feet.
The Wakandan women howled and stomped their heels, ululations flew over their heads, and the cackle of his own grandmother floated down to tease him of the audacity they were all witnessing.
A queen putting her king in his place?
Never one to ever feel belittled by women he loved all his life, N'Jadaka slid his hands over his perfectly braided locs and swaggered over to Yani with such powerful strides that she immediately acquiesced the moment he towered over her and pulled her head back. He bared his teeth and his betrothed caved first by lowering her eyes from the heat blazing in his.
Yani moved her head from side to side and N'Jadaka kept his eyes on hers, moving his head to thwart her attempts to look away. She stepped backward and he kept walking forward, shepherding her into her rightful position on the receiving line. The waltz music tapered off slowly as Yani lifted her head and pressed her lips against his in complete submission, the eroticism of the moment not lost to the audience.
T'Challa met them on the side, his eyes and neck on constant swivel mode. He leaned in toward the king.
"Cousin, you have given the nobles something to talk about for the rest of the years to come," T'Challa said. "Do you need a break before the meet and greet?"
N'Jadaka shook his head and pulled Yani closer to him.
"Nah, let's feel these people out. You good, baby?"
Yani nodded, unable to speak or keep her eyes off of him.
The orchestra played the greeting march, where the foreign heads of state would walk up to meet the king and consort formally. N'Jadaka tapped an earbud where he could listen to his team fill him in on who was who and to also remind him of anything important to keep any blunders from occurring. He looked down at Yani again.
"You were swinging, girl."
"So were you."
"Do I look sweaty?"
"No. You look very handsome."
Yani reached up and wiped his lips from some of the glitter of her lipstick where she kissed him. Leaders were brought forward and introduced through T'Challa. He was most familiar with many guests from his time of rule. N'Jadaka puffed up his chest and minded his words. Yani became a gracious hostess, saying very little and only offering her hand to a select few to shake when she felt it was necessary. Everyone wanted to talk to her…stare at her up close, but T'Challa and the Doras kept the receiving line moving. She stayed friendly and open to the women and distant to the men, establishing a firm barrier of who could approach her. A soft squeeze or a heavy grip on his arm told N'Jadaka who she was comfortable with, and he stayed vigilant in moving along pushy leaders.
"The President and Prime Minister of Mohannda are up next after this group," T'Challa forewarned as the President and Secretary of State of a small African nation N'Jadaka helped destabilize in Special Forces approached him. Ogum tickled his senses and he rubbed his arm against Yani's to let her know he needed her charms even more.
"We are honored to have this opportunity here in Wakanda with you, King N'Jadaka."
The president was a squat, heavy-set man with a shiny balding head and a British-educated accent.
"Thank you for being here President Obiang. I hope your time among us has been pleasant," N'Jadaka said.
Obiang turned to the statuesque woman next to him who looked like she was ready to scratch the man's eyes out.
"King N'Jadaka, may I introduce to you our Secretary of State—"
"Madame Sacha Furaha. I am truly honored to meet you," N'Jadaka said.
It was less than a decade since he had ever laid eyes on her during a covert mission where he helped kill a brutal dictator. Sacha had sought the presidency after the assassination of her husband who staged a progressive coup to lead their country into true democracy. N'Jadaka was part of the Black Ops team that threw Sacha's husband's murderer out of a chopper right before the C.I.A. helped put in another puppet dictator. He spent several years making discreet, off-the-grid donations to her run for the presidency. The smile on his face showed he was pleased that she had at least made inroads into higher power within her country. His openness startled her, and Obiang. Yani interjected with her sweet voice.
"Madame Furaha, I have been so impressed with your work on the U.N. child advocacy program. I would love to speak with you at a later date about co-paneling a talk for the East African Health Summit this winter," Yani said.
Obiang and Sacha regarded Yani with open-faced wonder.
"King N'Jadaka has been keeping me abreast of West African nations that support world health issues for mothers and babies, and my work with the UDC is about to expand next year. I'm so happy that you were able to come to Wakanda so I could meet you in person."
Yani patted N'Jadaka's arm, giving the conversation back to him. He studied Obiang's face to see if the entry point he needed to connect with Sacha publicly was acceptable.
"I am so surprised and pleased that you would like to contact me in the future Princess Yani. I didn't know King N'Jadaka was aware of my work," Sacha said.
Obiang chomped at the bit to be included in the conversation. Lines appeared on his forehead and his jaw became tight. N'Jadaka made eye contact with Sacha.
"Princess Yani is a strong advocate for maternal health. I'll have her set up a time for you both to speak before your departure on Sunday," N'Jadaka said.
He gave Yani a look and she offered her hand to Sacha.
"I look forward to meeting you again soon," Yani said.
Sacha shook Yani's hand gently and seemed touched when the princess placed her other hand on top in a sign of true sincerity. N'Jadaka regarded the president once more.
"President Obiang, it's been a pleasure. Thank you both for being here…"
T'Challa ushered them along and Obiang glanced back trying to get N'Jadaka's attention for more speaking time, but the king of Wakanda looked away.
"Smooth as silk, Yani," N'Jadaka said.
He rubbed her lower back
"I'm sure you'll tell me later what that was all about," she said.
"Yep. For now, just know that you have blessed Sacha with the upper hand. Obiang knows that she has favor with you and will give her more leeway in their country because he sees that I talk to you about world affairs. He wants to get to me but can only do so through her at this moment. That'll keep him from sacking her. They're political rivals and their country is in turmoil again."
"Tell me what you want from her and I will get it."
"I know you will," he said, lowering his mouth near her ear. "If it all goes the way I want with your help, you and I just met the new President who will replace Obiang in their next election. I owe her," N'Jadaka said.
"N'Jadaka…" T'Challa whispered.
President Mubiri of Mohannda took hard footsteps to approach N'Jadaka. He wore an imposing military uniform decorated with plenty of colorful chest candy denoting his high ranking. All of his stars and bars indicated years of being in the Mohanndan service. Mubiri carried the ferocious energy of a warlord hellbent on bending Wakanda to his will. Tall, paunchy in the belly but strong in the chest, the dark brown skin and thick dark beard sprinkled with a few grays that defied the obvious dye job didn't take away from his formidable presence. Mubiri's Prime Minister had the long face and demeanor of an angry ram ready to butt heads with N'Jadaka at a moment's notice. Unlike the other guests, the men had their wives walking behind them. Their shiny eyes peered over their husbands' shoulders dying to get a look at Yani and him.
Yani shifted her feet and pressed her warmth into N'Jadaka's side. Mubiri had her a tad anxious, even more so when T'Challa narrowed the distance between himself and his king.
"President Mubiri, welcome," N'Jadaka said, extending his hand.
Mubiri glanced down at the friendly offer as if the Wakandan king carried shit on his hands, but he clasped sturdy fingers over N'Jadaka's and pumped them up and down pretending that he was pleased to meet him. N'Jadaka dropped his hand and turned his attention to the second sour-faced man.
"Prime Minister Ony…gentlemen, First Lady Mubiri and Lady Ony, this is my betrothed, Princess Yani," N'Jadaka said.
Both men regarded Yani with open, hateful lust, but gave her forced smiles. Their wives kept quiet but held their gaze on Wakandan royalty. The tension was excruciating. Even the Doras glared at the men ready to lift their sonic spears if the king gave a cursory signal to destroy them.
Hate.
The male Mohannda delegation hated Wakandans down to the marrow of their bones. It was little wonder they were in cahoots with Niganda to try and bring down the kingdom that had always bested them for thousands of years. Their hatred extended out from them like sharp claws against N'Jadaka's skin.
"We have observed many amazing sights in your country King N'Jadaka, but I do believe I have never seen anything lovelier than this woman next to you. Princess Yani, I enjoyed watching you during the waltz. I myself am not much of a dancer, but I would so like to share a dance with you later this evening… with the king's permission of course," Mubiri said in a softer tone.
The slick words were intended to get N'Jadaka's hackles up, but he ignored the attempt. Yani simply looked over the president's shoulder toward the next foreign guests waiting to meet the king. The slight made Mubiri's smile slide open wider revealing overly whitened teeth. He wasn't accustomed to being ignored by a woman. Ony cleared his throat and tried to wrangle Yani's attention back to them.
"My love, the other guests are waiting," Yani said, touching an ear on her jaguar mask.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening," N'Jadaka said.
Yani pretended to be bored and glanced at the audience instead of the Mohanndans. Mubiri and Ony moved away in a huff.
"Lady Ony, Madame Mubiri, I love your headwraps. The colors are beautiful," Yani said as the women crossed her path behind their husbands.
Both women stopped and gawked at Yani, pleased that she had spoken to them.
"Thank you so much, Princess Yani. Your dress is gorgeous and your staff has been wonderful. We loved the flowers your office sent to our accommodations," Madame Mubiri said, her words gushing out like a thrilled teenager instead of a middle-aged woman.
President Mubiri spoke harsh words in Mohanndan under his breath and his wife scurried away from Yani with Lady Ony at her side.
"You sent them flowers?" N'Jadaka asked.
"Mmhmm. I had my staff deliver bouquets to all the women dignitaries from the royal garden. The new blooms are in and they will never have an opportunity to see the variety of species we have this fresh."
T'Challa leaned into N'Jadaka.
"President Kojo Tetteh and the First Lady of Ghana are next," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka looked into his cousin's eyes because his voice sounded tight and on the defensive. He glanced at the approaching couple and his stomach dropped.
"Oh shit," N'Jadaka said a little too loud.
Yani turned her head to see what the fuss was about and N'Jadaka braced himself to not give away anything when his former lover—and T'Challa's—sauntered their way with her popular husband.
Princess Vivienne Grimaldo, nee First Lady Vivienne Tettah still had her golden almond skin and the silky black tresses that made her a knockout. There were a few age lines near her mouth and the corner of her eyes, proof of her Monacan French heritage from her father's side of the family, but she carried the glimmers of her Senegalese heritage with her beauty.
President Tettah plastered a generous smile across his thick lips and paused in his steps when his wife halted suddenly and stared at the king.
"Erik Stevens?" Vivienne blurted in shock.
T'Challa fixed his attention on N'Jadaka as a slowly dawning realization crawled across his face.
"You're that Erik?" T'Challa said.
"What's going on?" Yani asked.
N'Jadaka calmed the worry in her voice by squeezing her hand that brushed against his. T'Challa recovered quickly and shifted his body toward his cousin.
"Kumkani, may I present to you…President Tettah and First Lady Vivienne Tettah," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka offered his hand to Tettah while his wife drilled holes into his face with her brash stare.
"Pleased to finally make your acquaintance King N'Jadaka," Tettah said.
Vivienne tossed her head back, laughed out loud, and then clapped her hands together, bouncing her gaze between the two Wakandan cousins.
"I knew it! I knew it!" Vivienne cackled.
She clutched at her husband's wide arm.
"Darling, I met Erik years ago when I dated T'Challa in university. He worked for Tony Stark when he was still a teenager and visited the palace. He went from an intern to a king. What a remarkably small world!"
Vivienne reached out and gave T'Challa air kisses on both cheeks and stood back next to Tettah catching her breath from the fast clip of her words. She couldn't hide the gleam in her excited eyes from watching his every move. Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Vivienne had a difficult time trying to stay cool and collected in front of him with her husband in the mix.
"My God, you look amazing Erik…pardonne-moi… King N'Jadaka."
"May I introduce my fiancé, Princess Yani," N'Jadaka said, maintaining his calm exterior.
Yani stared at Vivienne whose overbearing familiarity broke protocols.
"Welcome to Wakanda," Yani said to Tettah in formal Wakandan.
She held up her hand and tilted her wrist. Tettah snapped up the opportunity to touch Yani, unlike other men who were on the receiving line. Once he cradled her hand, his entire disposition and focus shifted. Vivienne watched her husband turn into a heart-eyed fan gazing into Yani's eyes. A smirk washed over her lips as she admired Yani's attire and half-mask.
"You are so beautiful, Princess Yani. Congratulations on your engagement to the king," Vivienne said.
Yani looked at N'Jadaka and he smiled. She was going to pretend to not understand English to catch him in some mess. Her keen observational skills caught the awkwardness of T'Challa and his own stilted interaction. He spoke to her in Wakandan, playing along with her charade.
"Thank you," Yani said in English, taking in the First Lady's demeanor with proper reserve.
Vivienne studied Yani from head to toe before settling on N'Jadaka again.
"Do you keep in touch with Tony? We ran into him last year in Europe," Vivienne said.
"No."
The curtness in his voice made Vivienne lift an eyebrow in surprise.
"He still talks about you. Did he even know you were royalty back then?"
"Please forgive my wife, King N'Jadaka, we do not want to take up too much time in the line," Tettah said, growing uncomfortable with his wife's informal behavior.
Vivienne glared at her husband, then glanced at T'Challa and N'Jadaka.
"My husband is right. We can catch up later on tonight. Princess Yani, I would love for you to visit Ghana for high tea. My oldest daughter is attending boarding school in the fall and I'm planning a wonderful send-off with other First Ladies in our region," Vivienne said.
N'Jadaka wasted time translating again and Yani nodded in feigned understanding, then offered her hand to Vivienne.
"Wonderful, wonderful! I have so many questions for you and I would love to be considered for any outreach you are planning in West Africa. I also have some pull in Monaco through my family. I am at your disposal. Wakanda is the future of the continent and Ghana is ready to support you on the world stage."
N'Jadaka continued translating.
"Agreed!" Tettah said, still under Yani's spell. "Ghana was the first African nation to free itself from the yoke of colonization. We were a great example for the rest of the colonized. But today, Wakanda will liberate us from the West forever. God willing."
T'Challa placed his hand on Tettah's shoulder and held out the other to show them past the king. Vivienne walked away giddy and N'Jadaka took a deep breath.
"I see chapters of our lives overlapped," T'Challa said with a grin on his face.
"She is a princess?" Yani asked.
N'Jadaka nodded. T'Challa swiped a nervous hand over his forehead.
"A princess and my ex. Thank Bast Nakia wasn't here. Those two hated each other," T'Challa said.
"Did N'Jadaka sleep with her after you broke up?" Yani asked.
N'Jadaka coughed. T'Challa's face went blank.
Yani slid her arm around N'Jadaka's as the last groups of dignitaries queued up to meet them.
"Both of you looked funny when she approached us, and I can always tell when N'Jadaka has messed around with a woman. He can't hide nothin' on his face when it comes to his dick," Yani said.
T'Challa and N'Jadaka both coughed loudly to drown out Yani's words as the President and First Lady of Angola greeted them. N'Jadaka was happy to speak Portuguese and move past any more Vivienne inquiries. Every few seconds T'Challa would look at him and they would both fight back the giggles that rested in their guts. There was nothing worse than an old baddie showing up in front of your woman. N'Jadaka handled himself with dignity and Yani seemed more amused than annoyed by once again having his past thrown in her face. It wasn't his fault that an old jump-off married a president invited to the king's ball.
Glancing over to the west side of the ballroom, he noticed Vivienne looking flustered as she gulped down a large glass of champagne. Scanning the guests, all eyes were on him and Yani. He shook hands with his final guests and guided Yani by her elbow to their front table. The orchestra sprang into action and hundreds flocked to the giant dance floor. Zola and Ilana brought them drinks and snacks as Marisol and Twyla took their new seats beside them to observe the excitement in the room.
Every foreign guest was drunk with the enchantment of Wakanda.
N'Jadaka and Yani nibbled on tasty finger foods and the best wines brought in from Birnin S'Yan. T'Challa stood at attention overseeing their safety. When she was ready, N'Jadaka escorted Yani around to mingle with the nobles and spend more time chatting with guests she liked. Her Ladies-in-Waiting cocooned her in a protective half-circle while she spoke with the high society who adored her and shunned the ones who wished her ill. He watched Zola and Ilana whisper in her ear. It pleased him to see that two of the most beautiful women of the elite were at their service. Their eyes were always coquettish and slightly downcast when he gazed at them directly, but they hid none of their fawning over his princess. They doted on her and cherished every second spent with their new queen. Smitten with her island ways and warmth, Zola and Ilana became Yani's champions. They cultivated a careful friendship with her that moved into a closeness that made N'Jadaka feel at ease in his heart. Yani wanted and needed more friends in Wakanda. Disa had her own life and Twyla was a busy married woman. Marisol spent more time at the Temple of Bast and away from the palace, and this left Yani alone most days. Zola and Ilana helped Yani transition back to the palace from her lake villa and he was grateful for that.
He watched them laugh together, hold hands, and gossip like old hens. It gave him the peace of mind to leave the country and know that she was cared for by women who wanted her to win with pure hearts. Zola and Ilana became his home assistants as he also made the adjustment of preparing for life as a married man with a house full of women who catered to his whims and spoiled his wife. Yani earned that soft life. The Ladies managed every aspect of Yani's day. From coordinating her daily outfits, doing her hair and make-up, preparing her baths, and organizing her social affairs in and outside the palace, their impact maintained Yani's life as a well-oiled machine. They kept in constant contact with N'Jadaka's personal assistants in the West Palace to coordinate any appearances with Yani out in public. They were her messengers and spies. Most days it felt like having a second set of Doras guarding his wife.
"She is really something."
The voice near his ear was full of admiration, but N'Jadaka put up mental defenses.
Mubiri sipped on a glass of plum liquor and his eyes darted about to see how close the Doras and T'Challa stood from their king. N'Jadaka had no fear of anyone in the ballroom. They would be obliterated the moment they attempted anything, probably by his hands rather than anyone else. The joke floating throughout the palace was that the Doras were there to protect people from N'Jadaka rather than the other way around.
Yani had passed by a group of nobles and headed to another area with her entourage to speak to other guests that fluttered around her like butterflies seeking nectar. He couldn't stop staring at her himself. An elegance shrouded her with so many admirers.
"How did a hard brute like you ensnare a beauty such as that one, eh?"
Mubiri swirled the strong liquor in his glass waiting for N'Jadaka to answer.
"She likes a roughneck with plenty of finesse I guess."
"Finesse indeed, because for the life of my dearly departed mother, I cannot imagine how you were able to take the throne of Wakanda."
"I am an Udaku. That's how."
"The most dangerous one they've ever had," Mubiri said, chugging down the last of his drink.
N'Jadaka shrugged and cut his eyes toward Mubiri's Prime Minister. Ony slinked over, blocking the view of Yani. T'Challa lingered within earshot.
"I will not mince words, King N'Jadaka. Our countries are enemies—"
"Tell me how you really feel—"
"Do not stand here and hide your disdain with smug remarks," Mubiri hissed.
T'Challa stepped forward and N'Jadaka jerked his head for him to fall back.
"Listen, Mubiri, you can hate my country all you want, but you'll never have us under your thumb, no matter how much you whine like a bitch to the U.N. and Niganda."
Ony thrust his chest out and barked, "Watch your tongue!"
A few guests turned their way and N'Jadaka pretended to laugh at a joke and slapped a strong hand on Ony's back.
"Your land claims are bullshit, just like Niganda's. And don't think I'm not aware of all the trash-talking you've been doing to the U.S. Vice President. You've seen what my country has. No other nation can defeat us. I suggest you mind your business and be grateful I'm not like y'all, bullying other countries to make myself look tough. I could easily come up with my own land claims and take back an entire shoreline on your coast if I felt like it. My great grandparents from way back were generous in not wiping your people out…expanding Wakanda when your country conducted raids to steal our women to repopulate your nation. Centuries of wars you've started have made you weak, stupid, and desperate," N'Jadaka spat out with an acidic tongue.
A bitter laugh flew from Mubiri's mouth and he sneered at T'Challa.
"It's only a matter of time before the shine of your country wears off. There are forces coming together to put you in your place. All I have to do is sit back and watch," Mubiri growled through clenched teeth.
N'Jadaka rolled his neck and took a bold step so that he was face to face with his enemy neighbor.
"Think I won't whoop your ass in front of all these people?"
"President Mubiri, I do believe you asked for a dance earlier."
Mubiri jumped at the touch of Yani's hand on his arm. He stepped aside giving the princess room to stand with them.
"Princess Yani," Mubiri said, becoming flustered with her presence.
Yani glanced at N'Jadaka, already sensing that he was ready to throw hands. The man talked tough trying to see if a new king could be bullied, and N'Jadaka was not giving him any satisfaction. T'Challa would've maintained a polite control, but the son of Califia was about that life and he didn't care if he made an international incident in his own home.
Yani deescalated the tension and disarmed Mubiri with gentle fingers clasping his calloused hands and pulling him toward the dance floor. Ony followed them to watch and T'Challa nudged N'Jadaka's arm.
"We should keep Yani around all the time. He's like a candle doused with water now," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka kept an eye on Yani. She made a power move to defang Mubiri before her king showed out and spoiled the jovial mood in the ballroom. In a corner, the president of Niganda watched him, ready to pounce if the Mohannda delegation became bold in public.
"I'll let her work her magic," N'Jadaka said.
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The king of Wakanda's mouth was in the shape of a weapon, and Yani recognized the signs that he was about to break another man in half. It was the way his shoulders tilted forward and his leg stance grew wide. Visibly he looked like a king cobra snake in attack mode and the rattle drew her attention to him.
A heaviness in Yani's hands reminded her of the words of Queen Mary and she clucked her tongue and her entourage gathered behind her as she moved like a cool wind across the ballroom. Eyes fell upon her trek toward the king and the circle of venomous men who surrounded him doing a poor job of keeping their voices down. Her confident strides had her gliding like an angelic vision in front of a thousand eyes. Having her Ladies-in-Waiting backing her up gave her presence added weight of a queendom on the come-up.
The sharp glint of N'Jadaka's gold teeth warned of bloodshed. Yani slid a soft touch onto Mubiri's silk sleeve. Wakanda's king glanced at her and the eyes watching her held others in his gaze. She arrived in a nick of time.
The tension in Mubiri's arm liquefied under her hand. She curled her fingers around the snarling wolf and pulled him away from N'Jadaka.
"President Mubiri, I do believe you asked for a dance earlier."
With her free hand, Yani dismissed her Ladies as Mubiri conceded her lead and followed her steps toward the dance floor. The orchestra played a wonderfully playful song that didn't require a lot of movement, so they swayed to the sounds keeping the proper bodily distance that prevented them from being pressed together, but close enough to speak privately.
"Have you been enjoying the ball?" Yani asked.
"More so now that we get to share a dance, princess. Wakanda is a wonder of the modern world—"
"You hate us."
Her words lingered in the air and Mubiri chuckled under his breath.
"My ire is not with you, Princess Yani, nor the Wakandan people at large. Your ruling family has never been fair to Mohannda nor Niganda."
"Correct me if I am wrong, President Mubiri, but your country signed treaties with Wakanda a long time ago and then broke them over and over again for centuries. How can you expect our people to trust you when you stab us in the back all the time?"
Mubiri's eyes narrowed and his hand on her back jammed harder into her fancy corset.
"Women shouldn't speak on politics. It is not becoming."
"I'm not just any woman. I am the king's consort. Threats against the royal family mean that your hate is directed at my children. N'Jadaka and I share three beautiful heirs."
Yani ran her left hand away from Mubiri's elbow and inched her index and middle finger up along his arm towards his neck, tracing the sharp points of her finger armor onto his visible skin. She pushed the points of the armor into the soft flesh that protected his carotid artery.
"King N'Jadaka's grandmother gave me these beautiful pieces of finger jewelry. Did you know that in ancient times, Wakandan queens wore poison-tipped claws on every finger? If they were ever captured or kidnapped, they could puncture the skin of their enemy and kill them within ten seconds without anyone knowing what happened. Blink, and yuh dead. This set I have on belonged to Queen Tiye, the first queen of Wakanda. Queen Mother said there's still poison inside these tips. There's a teeny, tiny triggering mechanism that works on how much pressure I apply…see how I have them jabbed in your throat? One slight move and a deadly liquid, like snake venom, could be released into your vein and stop your heart from beating."
Mubiri swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His body became stiff and his breath shallow. Yani gave him a wide smile.
"I know men like to act all tough with one another, but hear mi man, I tell yuh this one time. Yuh come for mi king and I will come fuh you. Understand?"
"This is not right. You physically threaten a president in public?" Mubiri sputtered.
His lips turned into a snarl as irritation poured across his facial expression.
"Threaten mi blood and I will burn your whole country down. Don't test we…got it? It's better to get that message from me all quiet and polite rather than losing your life in a nasty way in front of all of these people by his hand."
A gleam spread in Mubiri's eyes. Whatever sourness had been there switched into something like secret laudation.
"Charming…beautiful…deadly," Mubiri uttered with a stronger breath.
He pulled her deadly fingers away from his neck, careful not to get poked by accident.
"If your betrothal doesn't work out Princess Yani, look me up. I could use a second wife like you."
"I don't walk behind my husband."
"I would have you in front of me… a tigress leading me."
"I belong to the Panther Tribe and to that king over there," Yani said, glancing over at N'Jadaka who regarded her with serious interest.
Mubiri cradled her hand and lowered his face to kiss the fragrant skin above her knuckles. His lips lingered a little too long and when he released her hand, his eyes shined with arousal.
"I should like to have had you scratch me with one of those claws, just to experience your wrath. Another time then, hmmm? King N'Jadaka is a lucky man indeed. I look forward to seeing you crowned their queen. You are quite a jewel in their treasure trove."
Yani wiped the back of her hand on her dress and sought out the company of the Council of Elders as she made her rounds again to greet honored guests at their tables. Mubiri stayed away from N'Jadaka and mingled with other presidents.
"W'happen?" Twyla asked once they were away from the dance floor.
Yani took deep breaths to control the anger that rested in her belly. No matter where they were in the world, men would always try to gain access to women for their own use.
"I let that man know that I would kill him if he threatened my family again," Yani said.
"He threatened you?" Marisol said, slamming down her glass of champagne.
Yani pulled Marisol back from throwing hands on her behalf. Zola and Ilana stared at her flabbergasted. Flashing her finger armor at them, gesturing for them to move in closer, all the women circled around to keep prying eyes and ears away.
"The Mohanndans and the Nigandans aren't hiding their hands at all. I told President Mubiri I would burn his country down myself if him harm the royal family."
Twyla covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.
Ilana shook her head in a daze.
"The Mohanndans are very sexist and mean. They treat their women like we are still in the stone age. Princess Yani, this will harm your pristine reputation with those people. He could use your threat as grounds for more aggression," Ilana said.
"That wasteman told me he would marry me if N'Jadaka doesn't. I don't think he's worried about ruining my reputation… more like enhancing his. He's an ass."
"What will you tell the king?" Zola asked.
Ilana and Zola had stress lines on their foreheads and chewed on their lips that were twisted up in concern.
"I will say nothing here unless he asks," Yani said.
"What do we do now?" Marisol asked.
"For now, I'll continue to socialize. But all of you keep your guard up. I have a feeling Mubiri and others are checking for new allies here who are against N'Jadaka's rule."
Yani studied the ballroom layout and took note of the groupings of countries based on regions and common interests. She squared her shoulders.
"Come, I think it's time I let Niganda know what I'm about," Yani said.
She snatched a glass of champagne from a passing attendant and swept her way over to the First Lady of Niganda.
"Madame First Lady Rakotomalala," Yani said, offering her hand, "I am sorry that the receiving line cut our time short to speak."
"Please, call me Onde."
Onde's smile was warm, friendly, and much too open for Yani to trust right away as being sincere. However, there were many men she had met at the ball who had wives opposite them in personality and politics.
"I saw you dancing with President Mubiri. Quite a character, isn't he?" Onde said.
"He is."
Yani glanced over toward N'Jadaka. T'Challa had left his side and he stood flanked by Baba Z and an older crowd of men from South Africa.
Onde wasn't shy with her stares. At least sixty years of age, and quite the looker still with her elegant stature and flamboyant sea foam green ballgown, Niganda's first lady exuded power and prestige.
"You are so young. I think you may be one of the youngest queens of any monarchy still left around the world," Onde said.
She held out her glass of bubbly to Yani's glass and they clinked them together. After sipping and sniffing around each other, Onde stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Yani and watched the dancing and other activity in the giant room.
"How are the other wives treating you?" Onde asked.
"They treat me well."
"Good. You are the talk of the entire ball. King N'Jadaka is quite the topic of conversation too, but you my dear… I do not envy the position you are in. Everyone here, even the Wakandans, chatter on about what kind of queen you will be. You seem quite popular with the younger crowd."
"And the older?"
"Still feeling you out because of your youth."
"What do you think of me?"
"Not sure. I have read up on you. Your background is so interesting. I like what I have learned and I am excited to see what King N'Jadaka's reign will be like for my country."
"I like how people here don't pretend with fake conversations. You all say what's on your mind."
"The King of Wakanda has made that possible. He doesn't play with his words, so no one else should either…"
Onde turned to greet Vivienne who snuck up on them from the rear.
"Onde, darling!"
Vivienne gave Onde air kisses and planted herself in the center of their group.
"This has been one of the best events I've been to on the continent since…maybe President Jabavu's coronation three years ago," Vivienne enthused.
Onde laughed and waved her hand at the memory.
"I drank too much and my husband vowed to never allow me out again, all the dancing we did hurt his feet. I had too much fun," Onde said.
"Have you danced since you've been here?" Vivienne said.
"I will later. The music is wonderful, but I want to enjoy all the sights inside this ballroom. It is exquisite. The architecture is so unusual. I loved the tour of the royal paintings, and that palace garden is to die for…"
A server walked past carrying a large tray of finger foods. Onde's eyes followed the tray and Yani giggled. Onde glanced at her, grinning at being caught salivating. Yani waved the server back over to them. Onde picked up a small, savory beef patty that Yani added to the ball menu. All the women did the same. Snacking together made Onde relax and they all chatted for a full twenty minutes before President Rakotomalala sauntered over with piercing eyes to retrieve his wife. Onde stuffed another beef patty in her mouth and licked her fingers. She touched her husband's shoulder and turned to Yani.
"Princess Yani has been a lovely hostess. I've learned so much. I think we should have her as a special guest for the Melon Festival," Onde said, touching Yani's arm.
The idea didn't please Rakotomalala. His burly frame and hard mahogany face didn't hide his distaste. Onde ignored the chilly reception.
"Men, I swear, they act like they can't set aside differences. This is why there should be more women running things in the world," Onde quipped.
"King N'Jadaka says that all the time," Yani said with pride.
"Smart man. We need more like him," Onde said.
"Thank you for your invitation to visit Niganda. I have never been to a Melon Festival before…it sounds like a lot of fun," Yani said.
"Oh, you will love it! We have so many varieties and…malala, what is it?" Onde said, staring at her husband.
"There are some people I want you to meet. Please excuse us," Rakotomalala said, whisking his wife away.
Vivienne snickered.
"Well done, Princess Yani. That is the most I've heard that woman speak in ages," Vivienne said.
"She is actually quite nice. With all of the bad blood between our nations right now, I'm surprised she would be that inviting," Yani said.
"Well, you are quite engaging. I'm glad that we can speak without an interpreter."
Yani grinned.
"I like how you move. You have a knack for making friends quickly. I should hope that could happen for us," Vivienne said.
Vivienne looked out upon the crowd.
"It's not easy coming into a world like this. I was told that you come from a humble background, but you are very skillful in navigating the unknown."
"I have plenty of experience working around all kinds of people. Even dangerous ones," Yani said.
"I see. Believe it or not, Onde is a shark, and you handled her like a pro. The Nigandans pretend to hide in the shadows of Mohannda… just like Cannan and Azania. Women in these parts are always the hidden hand propping up their husbands. It's why they fear your country."
"Yeah?"
"You are the new wild card. An unknown quantity. At least with Queen Ramonda and Queen Niyilolawa, African leaders knew where Wakanda stood. Now that we know what you really are, nothing is the same. I've been dipping around getting all the dirt in here. These people are rattled by you and N'Jadaka."
"You knew him as Erik."
"I did."
Yani's Ladies-in-Waiting stepped away as the princess took over an empty table near an ancient sculpture of Sekmet.
"He's so grown up now," Vivienne said.
She sighed and looked Yani in the face.
"When I first met him in my country, I suspected he was royalty. We hung out for a weekend with Tony Stark and I introduced him to my friends. God, he was so young and green compared to now!"
Vivienne laughed and tapped her fingernails on the table.
"Tony Stark thought highly of him. I always wondered what happened to N'Jadaka. Never knew he was related to T'Challa. Crazy times. I thought at one point that I would marry T'Challa and become the queen of Wakanda, but back then, my parents did not want me to be the queen of goat herders. Fate played a cruel trick when we broke up. How are Nakia and their new baby?"
"Do you know her?" Yani said cautiously.
"We were frenemies…no, that's a lie. She never liked me and I ignored her. T'Challa always thought I hated her, but she was just standoffish. Probably jealous. King T'Chaka respected me, but he never wanted me for his son. Ramonda was indifferent and I promise you, that was worse."
Vivienne gestured for a server to hand her a glass of wine.
"It's hard being an outsider in the motherland," Vivienne said.
She drank deeply and wiped under her lip when a bit of red wine trailed down. Yani noticed throughout the evening that Vivienne drank a lot.
"My mother comes from old royal birth lines in Senegal. She's Wolof. Highly educated and a visionary for her time. She married a foreigner and became thrust into a new monarchy. My family wanted me to marry a European with influence, but I wanted to come back to Africa…reverse the migration and come back to my roots. Unfortunately, I am considered a "toubab", a white person. The Alex Haley thing didn't work for me exactly."
"How did you meet your husband?"
"I returned home from Senegal and took a trip to London. T'Challa and I broke up while he was in school there, and ironically, he introduced me to his classmate at the London School of Economics. We hit it off and a few years later, I have three children and became the First Lady of Ghana. A happily ever after."
"Is it weird being with someone that your ex hooked you up with?"
"No. By the time we broke up, I was finally over the Prince of Wakanda."
Her eyes lit up and Yani turned her head.
N'Jadaka approached the table and sat down next to Yani.
"Did you come to see what secrets I may be spilling about your time with Tony?" Vivienne said.
N'Jadaka waved over a server and picked up a small glass of plum liquor.
"Nah, just needed a break," N'Jadaka said.
Yani touched his face. Already she could tell that the ball was draining him. He could go for several hours around a large crowd, but then he became antsy to leave and be on his own. N'Jadaka kissed her hand and glanced over at Vivienne.
"It's good seeing you again," he said.
"Same."
Vivienne looked around the ballroom.
"Where is T'Challa?" Vivienne asked.
"I sent him home to be with his new baby."
"He and Nakia must be so proud."
"They are. I hear you have three rambunctious ones at home. Your husband showed me pictures," N'Jadaka said.
"They are amazing and I wouldn't change one wild hair on their heads. What about you?"
N'Jadaka tapped his kimoyo and a recent picture of Sweet Pea, Dumplin, and Sunshine popped up.
"Look at that!" Vivienne said with delight.
"You still running through people's pockets with your poker hands?" N'Jadaka asked.
Vivienne chortled and pointed at him.
"You kind sir were the Oakland card shark. Did he ever tell you how he won four million on one poker game with my uncle in Monaco?"
"No," Yani said.
"He beat me out of half a million and used it to bankroll his next hand against three royal heirs. Then he played against a Saudi king and walked away with a cool twenty million. The palace still talks about that night and my uncle dreams of playing you again. How much of that money did you spend?"
"Gave a lot of it away to family and charities," N'Jadaka said. "The bulk of it I put into a trust for my grandfather overseen by my Uncle Bakari."
Vivienne's face turned stern. Yani gazed across their table and caught Madame Ony, First Lady Mubiri, First Lady Rakotomalala, and a few other women from Canaan and Azania moving as one unit toward a table filled with women outsiders.
N'Jadaka peeped the gathering of the herd. Vivienne leaned forward.
"Erik, you must move with stealth around these people. My husband and I support you one hundred percent because we see the vision you promote. But Ghana is just one unwavering ally for you," Vivienne said.
President Tetteh cruised by the table as a jazzy tune filled the air. He scooped up Vivienne to dance. Before she became a speck on the dance floor, she glanced back at Yani.
"Princess Yani, stay true to yourself. You have what it takes to influence the hidden hands."
N'Jadaka scooted his chair closer to her and his Doras blocked access to them.
"What did she mean by that?" he asked.
"She knows I can handle myself around all of these people."
They held hands.
"Are you tired, love?" Yani asked.
He nodded.
"Let's do one more cruise around the room and then I'll call it a night," he said.
Standing together, he held out his arm and she wrapped her hand around it. Their Ladies-in-Waiting followed in step. Zola and Ilana lifted her train as they zigzagged through tables and bid goodnight to nobles and guests. The surge of energy directed at N'Jadaka forced Yani to observe everyone with a keen eye of discernment. There were so many varying emotions on their eager faces.
Envy. Jealousy. Desire. Attraction. Curiosity. Apprehension. Lust. Wonder. Fear. Admiration.
N'Jadaka was a rock star in their midst and the people surrounding them gave her the same questionable looks. She matched the king's pace and concentrated on her queen's march with her steps to mirror his confidence. The world was his stage and Yani finally experienced up close what he was up against whenever he left Wakanda. If Africans throughout the continent were wary of him, that feeling had to be denser among non-African nations facing an unprecedented shift in global power.
President Tetteh and Vivienne met them at the bottom of the staircase that led back up to the bridge connecting the west palace to the east. Vivienne gave Yani a hug first before N'Jadaka leaned in to do the same. It was a visible sign of support. Yani knew Vivienne was smart enough to use the optics to her advantage. Ghana was in full solidarity with Wakanda.
They faced the audience one final time.
Everyone seated stood up out of respect as the royal march was played by the orchestra. N'Jadaka waved to his grandparents and then waved to the Council of Elders and nobles. They were a sight walking back up the stairs with Yani's long train scaling the steps in a theatrical display of high fashion. Reaching the top, they faced their guests one last time and N'Jadaka held her hand tight, showing the crowd that they were united as equals.
Out in the fresh air, Yani breathed in deeply, pleased that she had done her part at the ball well. At the elevators that would whisk them up to their home, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, kissing her passionately in front of their entourage.
"You showed the fuck out. When I tell you those people had no idea who they were dealing with!" N'Jadaka gushed.
Yani turned and bid goodnight to Marisol and Twyla who were escorted by Doras to be shuttled home on the Royal Scorpion Fighter. Riding upstairs it seemed like the king's energy flowed back into him as he shared bits of conversations.
"What the hell did you say to Mubiri because that nigga didn't bother me the rest of the night!"
Their Doras and Ladies were the only ones on the elevator with them.
"I put him in his place."
N'Jadaka looked deep into her eyes.
"Word got back to me that you scared him."
"I did."
N'Jadaka leaned up against the elevator wall with his mouth parted.
"How?"
Yani held up her armored fingers.
"Here I was thinking you were just trying to calm the situation by taking him away."
He touched the side of her face with the back of his hand.
"Yani, you don't ever have to fight. I got us."
"I just underlined whatever you told him, that's all," she said with a smirk.
"Queen moves."
"Of course. My king is the most important man in the whole world."
Yani danced around the elevator, snapping her fingers and rolling her hips all around him. Zola and Ilana clapped their hands and the Doras pretended not to be impressed. Stepping out into the spacious hall of their floor, Noxolo and Aneka stood guard at the front entrance, relieving the ballroom Doras.
Aneka opened the door for them and Zola removed the finger armor from her hands along with her lace hood covering. Yani sent her Ladies away to prepare her bath and evening ritual.
"Baba! Mama!"
Sydette ran to them in her yellow nightgown and Riki stayed on her heels greeting them.
"You two are supposed to be asleep. It is way past your bedtime!" Yani scolded lightheartedly.
"But you promised we could see you if we stayed awake. We never got to see your pretty dress, Mama!" Sydette whined.
Their night nanny, Kora, stood nearby watching.
"We'll take them up, Kora. Thank you for getting up so late with them. Could you let Dakarai know in the morning that the king and I will be up late tomorrow? I won't need her until after two. She can use the free time to relax," Yani said.
"Goodnight Princess Yani," Kora said.
Yani spun around so Sydette and Riki could see all of the gown. She reached out to N'Jadaka to have him do the same, but she paused. He stood staring down at their children.
"Everything alright?" Yani asked.
N'Jadaka angled his head as Sydette and Riki touched her dress and lifted her train, hiding under it.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"This is the first time you and I have come home together as a couple… to be with our kids. It's like how I imagined, y'know? We go out for a good time and come home to our family."
"Can I see your mask, Mama?" Sydette asked.
Yani pulled it off and handed it to her. Both children took turns putting it on their faces before stopping to look up at their parents.
"Back to bed," N'Jadaka said.
He bent down and lifted both children up. Yani followed him to the in-home elevator that took them to the second floor, avoiding more tiring steps. Giving Sydette plenty of kisses from them both, N'Jadaka put her to bed, and then they walked to Riki's room and lowered his nightlight brightness. More kisses were given and the tired king walked Yani to her wing on the same floor. Zola had warm water and scented oils waiting for her out on her balcony bathtub. The heating lamps and balcony glare cover were on, and Ilana stood near the vanity mirror to collect the rest of Yani's clothing and clean off her makeup.
"Give me a little time and I'll be up to see you," Yani said.
"I'll come down to you. I want to sleep in your bed," he said.
Ilana lowered her head and averted eye contact after hearing the king would be coming down to the queen's bedchamber.
"Okay," Yani said.
"Nice job tonight Ladies. I liked how you took care of my queen," N'Jadaka said.
He left the room and Ilana checked the bed to make sure it had plenty of pillows for the king. Zola zipped in carrying warm body oils and lubricants, placing them on Yani's nightstands in reach of the bed.
"What would you like to wear for the king tonight?" Ilana asked, holding up a comm tab with images of lingerie and body jewelry.
"The king is exhausted…hmm…maybe that one…no…I want him to see a softer color. Yeah, the lavender and the full-body chain. In case he wants me. The one with the leash in the back," Yani said.
Ilana quirked her lips at the choice of a body chain. It was a seductive piece of jewelry that rested around her neck and draped across her breasts, hips, and thighs, very subtle, but the leash hinted at bondage play and choking.
Zola showed Yani a soft color palette in case she wanted some lip gloss and light makeup. Yani picked a light pink shimmer gloss, eyeliner, and blush. Ilana assisted in removing the corset gown, heels, and underwear. Yani slipped on a luxury robe and sat down in front of the prominent vanity mirror across the room where her make-up was slowly taken off and her skin hydrated with pre-bath botanicals.
"Princess Yani, you were sensational tonight," Zola gushed.
Ilana nodded her head in agreement as she rubbed Yani's scalp with hair gel removal.
"King N'Jadaka has made the other leaders aware of how firm he is in his place on the continent. You must be so pleased with everything that happened," Ilana said.
"We made a great impression," Yani said.
"I thought the king would be upset when he found out about what you said to President Mubiri. My heart was beating so fast!" Zola said with giddy abandon.
"I always speak my mind. King N'Jadaka is used to it," Yani said.
Yani stood up and looked at Ilana.
"Prepare the king's favorite nightcap and have his morning bedclothes ready on the chaise. Dust the pillows with lavender and a hint of jasmine," Yani said.
She padded out to the balcony and let moonlight bathe her skin first before Zola pulled off her robe and helped her into the large standing tub.
"Oh, God, this is perfect," Yani purred.
She dunked her head under the water and Zola adjusted the bathing neck pillow so Yani could soak comfortably.
Left alone on the balcony, she closed her eyes and listened to the gentle footsteps of her Ladies preparing the bedroom for the king's arrival. She didn't spend too much time soaking, just washed away the vestiges of the ballroom success down the drain.
Zola held out a fluffy towel for Yani as she carefully climbed out of the tub. She could've easily taken care of her grooming herself, but the perks of having Ladies-in-Waiting were not lost on her. It was pampering and catering at the highest level and she reveled in it.
She walked into a full body dryer that pulled the water off of her and then she headed back to the vanity where she was slathered with body butters, lipgloss, and a light hair oil to control the curls growing longer at the front of her scalp. Stepping into the body chain, she made sure her waist beads still moved easily. Her nudity didn't faze any of the women, their eyes concentrated on making sure she was perfect to please the king. Compliments from him were like gold, and they fed off of it with ravenous expectation. A happy king meant a happy queen. A happy queen meant their status was secure to be in her good graces.
Yani thought about the evening more. Wakanda had become the center of the world and in order for the other African nations to have roses in their future, they had to mind the thorn that was King N'Jadaka.
Ilana smoothed back a few baby hairs on Yani's forehead and the lights in the room flashed a faint lilac color, it warning them that the king was on his way. She slipped on a different ankle-length cover-up and picked out some anklets and toe rings for extra pizzazz.
Zola jumped up and held the tray that contained the king's cocktail, and Ilana stood next to her with hands folded waiting for requests. Yani positioned herself to greet him the moment he walked in.
"Kumkani," Yani said.
N'Jadaka kissed her forehead and Zola offered the drink to him.
"Thank you, Zola," he said.
He sipped and Yani held his free hand, escorting him further into her bedchamber. His scent was the fresh handmade soap he liked from Birnin Bashenga. His bedclothes were loose cotton cream pajama bottoms and a billowy v-neck drop shoulder shirt of the same color. She offered him a seat on a cyan-blue double high-back chair. He took it. Yani nodded for Ilana and Zola to pull up footstools near his feet. They did so and pulled off his slippers, beginning the careful massaging of his feet. N'Jadaka pressed his back further into the chair and closed his eyes. Yani carried away his empty glass and placed it on her dresser. She took a seat next to the king and Zola offered to rub her feet too. Yani declined, wanting all the attention to be on him. She unloosened his hair and combed her fingers through the locs. He leaned over and kissed her. His full lips devoured hers and he ignored the other women, not caring if they saw him slip his tongue in Yani's mouth. He needed her. He rested a hand on her waist and nuzzled his mouth against her neck. She glanced down at Zola and Ilana and they kept rubbing the king's feet, ignoring their affection for one another as they had been taught. She had asked them to do a traditional reception for a Wakandan king, and part of that was doing anything the queen asked.
Her lower parts came to life as he continued kissing her neck and gripping her waist tighter, pulling her in closer. When he let out a low moan at having her to himself, Yani lifted up from the seat and stepped away to face him. He rested palms on either side of the chair and his prominent erection was visible to everyone in his pajama bottoms.
Yani swallowed hard, her nerves racing. The women stood up and uncovered Yani for the king.
"Damn, baby," he muttered under his breath.
His dick jumped. So did her clit. Their gazes lingered on one another. His eyes dropped down to look at her folds and piercings. He became bold in front of her attendants and rubbed on his dick. Yani didn't know how much further she could go. The exhibitionist in her liked being watched by others, but the next steps in traditional old-style service that the women were equipped to do still seemed too much.
N'Jadaka was very aware of what was happening. He had been trained too and knew what came next and he had a playful glimmer of mirth in his eyes wanting to know how far she would go with it. A challenge rested in his gaze.
He stood and his height arched above them all like a rising sun. Ilana and Zola waited quietly with their hands folded in front of them.
"Undress me," N'Jadaka commanded.
Yani thought she would stop them so she could do it herself in private, but a part of her deep down wanted them to see what rested beneath the bedclothes. His dick pointed toward her and both women would have to maneuver his pajama bottoms over the girth. Her heartbeat sped up. Her pussy became wetter.
Zola and Ilana untied the cloth ties on the king's shirt and pulled away the top. He slid his arms out of the sleeves and Ilana folded the shirt and placed it over the armrest of the chair. Holding his arms out to his sides, N'Jadaka kept direct eye contact with Yani while the women unfastened the ties on his pajama bottoms. They pulled the waistband out over his dick and it bobbed in front of them as they lowered the pants. He stepped out of each leg hole, and Zola folded the pants and handed them to Ilana, who piled them on top of the shirt. They lowered their heads for more instructions, but they couldn't unsee the god body in front of them.
"Leave us," Yani said.
Zola and Ilana held up their hands to them and slinked out of the bedroom. N'Jadaka burst out laughing then.
"Baby, the stress on your face," N'Jadaka teased.
He gathered her up in his arms and she hid her face against his chest, embarrassed that he could read her so well.
"Ain't no way you could handle them fluffing up my dick for you," he said.
"Tonight was a big deal, I wanted to give you the full king treatment back home," she sighed into his chest.
They kissed, their tongues dancing a secret code that made them both groan. His hand dragged down to her vulva and when he fingered her folds, he pulled back from her.
"Damn, Yani. This pussy is soaked. That shit got you really excited."
His eyes looked serious as he gently held her face.
"It turned you on, didn't it?" he asked.
His voice lacked teasing, and the subdued tone only gave curiosity.
"Tell me what you liked about it, baby," he said.
He sat down on the double chair again and pulled her next to him. Their thighs touched and he put an arm around her.
"Tell me," he asked again.
She rested her cheek against his chest. There was no way she would tell him that watching sex vids of him with other women aroused her beyond belief. Yani still grappled with that knowledge about herself. The fantasy of it was a safe place, but turmoil rumbled in her midsection while she watched it in person, even if was just them pulling his clothes off and seeing his big dick and witnessing his pre-cum pooling on his tip. Her pussy clenched then. Simply thinking about it ignited her pleasure. Yani stuck to the present.
"I like that they get to see how good your dick looks. While they pulled your pants off, they touched it a little. Got to feel how hot it is…got to see how thick."
Her breath heated his skin with desire. His dick grew harder and he stood it up for her.
"You wanted them to touch it, huh? Stroke it for you?" he said.
"No…yeah…I don't know why I get wet. I don't want you with anyone else in real life…but I wanted them to do the rest of the ritual like the old days."
She reached for his dick and slowly fisted it for him. He kissed her again then stopped as his dick became slick with pre-cum.
"If you want to try and go further, explore your fantasy or comfort levels with something new… we can do that. I'm not saying that because I want to fuck them, but I want you to be happy. You're all I need Yani…"
He smothered her lips again and she twisted her thumb and index finger under the head of his dick, the mushroom cap spilling clear fluid all over her fingers. His fingers played with her pussy and her head fell back.
"You wanted to watch them oil me down…huh?"
He whispered in her ear. Yani whimpered and nodded.
"Did you want them to suck my dick too?'
She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the denial wrestling in her mind.
"What did you imagine, baby?"
His tongue licked her breasts and his fingers plucked at her nipples. She was supposed to be pleasing him, showing him how much she appreciated the pressure he was under by facing nations in opposition to him. Instead, he was trying to give her the safety of exploring her imagination with him.
His touches made her skin burn with need. He rested his lips near her ear and dipped two gentle fingers in and out of her pussy with occasional rubs on her clit.
"I want to see them suck your dick… on their knees. Licking each side," she said.
He hummed in her ear and slowed down his fingers until she began panting.
"Then what?" he crooned, his voice raspy and all sexy.
She squeezed his length and started stroking it faster.
"I wanna watch you look at me while I play with my pussy…and Lola and Ilana suck yuh good and slow at the same time…and you watch me cum…and then…and then… Killmonger…yuh cum all over their faces!"
Her release clenched around his fingers and she bucked her hips wildly.
"You got Daddy's dick spittin', baby! Look at my dick!" N'Jadaka shouted.
Her orgasm continued working his digits, and she looked at his fat erection spurting cum all over the carpet. They shuddered against one another as aftershocks spiked their hot bodies.
"Fuck…you were feeling that Yani," he said.
He lifted her up in his arms like he was cradling a bride and carried her to the bed. Placing her on her back, he fingered the body chain and tugged on the leash, testing its strength. He pushed her thighs back and jerked off above her before crawling between her legs, lining up the head of his dick with her opening.
"Cumming on their faces gets you off good," he said.
He pushed into her pussy stretching her walls and grabbing onto her heavy thighs.
"You know what my fantasy is?" he said.
She shook her head, her lips pursed from the intense fullness he always put inside of her.
"I want Zola and Ilana to watch me fuck you hard. I want them to see how their king fucks his woman and fills up her pretty wet pussy with so much cum…"
He lowered his head so that he could kiss her lovingly.
"They liked seeing my dick and they will work their asses off to see it again if you let them. I bet you that they'll go to their rooms in the lower suite and play with their pussies, thinking about sucking on my balls and getting this dick to stretch them out too. But this is all yours Yani… yours to do whatever you want with it. I'll nut all over their faces if you want… if that pleases you, baby. They can oil my dick, and suck on it for as long as you want them to, but I'll only cum when you want."
Yani groaned thinking about the women sucking him off as he fucked her deep. The vestiges of shame that she carried thinking those forbidden thoughts burned away with every thrust he gave her until she was clutching and clawing his back, screaming out "Killmonger!" over and over as she exploded all over his dick.
"Help Daddy put this cum on their faces for you Yani!" he yelled.
He spilled into her, moaning her name into the shell of her ear. Strong throbs from his dick laid her out, and they panted together, trying to gain control of their ragged breathing.
N'Jadaka gazed into her eyes with so much love.
"I want this all the time, Yani. You and me coming home together every night. Being with our kids. Tucking them in at night together. Tonight, you showed me how we'll rule together. You have qualities that you have honed for years that a queen needs today. You can handle ruthless people… like you did at the compound. You can host and make people feel welcome, just like you did at your old restaurant. Plus, you know how to convey knowledge and information to people just like you did at Eco-Tours. You're intelligent. Graceful. Calm under pressure. We fit, girl. Do you hear me?"
"Yes."
He nibbled on her ear, then sucked on her nipples before rolling over and holding her hand.
"In the future, I always want you to call me Killmonger in bed when we're fucking. That shit made me cum hard."
Yani giggled and he gave her dimples.
He slinked a hand behind her neck and tugged on the gold bondage leash.
"Turn on your side," he said.
"You were so tired earlier," she teased.
"Got my second wind with you."
He reached across her and grabbed a fresh bottle of lube. She helped open it and prepared her anal cavity for his dick. He grunted when he entered her, taking his time to get rooted in her ass before he pulled on the leash. Yani clawed the bed and took his anal fucking like a good girl. His moans and groans made her clit tap out and her guttural shouts of "Killmonger" heightened everything for N'Jadaka until he hunched over her back and hollered out his third orgasm. Freshly lubricated with his warm semen, he kept fucking her in the ass and begged for her to call him the nickname that terrorized the mercenary world.
They became free in the arms of one another inside the safety of their shared palace home, with their children sleeping peacefully in a far-off wing. The world outside was kept at bay with the smacking of hot, wet, flesh, fantasies shared, and a king loving his queen into submission as he twisted a thin gold leash around his fist.
Yani would have it no other way, and that pleased N'Jadaka.
A.N.:
There will be one more final chapter!
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nicholasluvbot · 2 months
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RIIZE birthdays & fun facts:
Osaki Shotaro
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-born Nov 25, 2000
-From Kanagawa, Japan
-Has a younger brother and sister
-formally of NCT
-representive emoji: 🧋(Taro milk tea) (sobs we will miss the otter)
Song Eun Seok
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-born March 19, 2001
-Has a younger brother born in 2015
-Is the voice actor for the new Trolls Movie in Korea.
-representive emoji: 🪨
JUNG SUNG CHAN
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-born Sept 13, 2001 (my Virgo baby 🥺)
-Has an older brother (b. 1999)
-is the tallest (confirmed by Anton)
-representative emoji: 🐸 (I still miss the deer TT)
Park Won Bin
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-born March 2, 2002
-born in Seoul but raised in Ulsan
-Has an older brother
-choreographed a dance with Taro
-Him and Taro helped choreograph their recent comeback Love 119
-Representative Emoji: 🎸(cuz he can play guitar)
LEE SO HEE
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-Born Nov 21, 2003
-has an older sister(?)
-not much is known about him.
-Representative emoji: 💂‍♀️(bc his hair looks like that in the morning 😭)
HONG SEUNG HAN
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-born Oct 2, 2003
-Has an older brother
-is on hiatus (bring him back SM >:<)
-representative emoji: 🫧 (bc he’s pretty)
ANTON LEE / LEE CHAN YOUNG
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-born March 21, 2004
-eldest son of producer Lee Yoon Sang and actress Shim Hye Jin
-has a younger brother named Junyoung (b. 2009)
-born in Boston, Massachusetts but raised in New Jersey.
-Was a swimmer and a cellist (watch his cello performance on MAMA I cried)
-representative emoji: 🦕”because of the Brachiosaurus being the inspiration of his nickname “Brachio”.
I hope this helps a bit ira. I’ll also help you get into ZB1 but there’s nine members so I’ll have to DM you for that but if you have any questions feel free to DM me!
omg tysm for this 😭🫂💓
shotaro is so cute i didnt know he was from nct tho that explains why i thought he looked familiar 😵‍💫 and why is eunseok kinda- hes so fine
and sungchan being the tallest??? i was watching the love 119 choreography rn and i was looking at him the entire timee!! ive always had something for the tallest members
just when i thought wonbin couldnt get more attractive i learnt that he plays a guitar... that man is so,,, idk i dont even have the words to describe him
and sohee is my child <33 istg hes so adorable especially in the memories performance video (?)
and sunghan my man im gonna burn down the sm building if he doesnt come back soon
anton is so adorable <33 wanna keep him in my pocket hes so precious
and thank you so much for this <3 i reallly appreciate all the efforts youve taken to type this and this really helped ♡
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evita-shelby · 2 years
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Hi !
Can you do one where you are married to tommy but he still hung up on grace and treats you badly and pushes you away , but overall your still smiley and your tge only thing to make the arrow house warm and kind .
Tommy starts to yearn for you and try to take you to his bed and hold , but what distroys him is when he finds you sleepibg with a man ( or woman your choice ) but still he prefers to live in denial than you leaving him.
Why do i always request angst ? ITS A DESEASE
Okay so I cranked it up to a ten and holy shit , I think imma need a break from writing angst.
Grab your kleenex, your handkerchief or your sleeve cuz this one is going to crush your soul.
I know because it crushed mine as i wrote it.
Tw: miscarriages,mentions of blood, child loss due to illness, cheating and unending suffering.
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The Curse
You knew why he had married you.
You had no problem with that, well you used to but you outgrew that naivety when you found a ledger with all the whores he paid for whenever he was away.
With all that fucking you think he’d make a fortune as a gigolo.
With all that incessant pining over a woman who died a decade ago you’d think he’d never touch a woman after her.
But he had your precious Ruby was proof of that.
She was your everything, she was his everything. Especially when the MacMillans came and took their grandson away.
Turns out Saint Grace of wherever the fuck she was from had been a fucking idiot who had lied and said Charles was Clive Macmillian’s son to save face in a society that laughed at her in her stupid face.
Charlie had never been legally Tommy’s it seemed and the loss of that two-year-old when he met you at Churchill’s office was the reason you ended up replacing Grace.
You’d come to know that Thomas had fucked over Section D who then realized he had not adopted his boy. A boy he had gone through hell for, a boy that was his in blood but would never be his again.
He’d found comfort in her, friendship and sex. Three things that resulted in Ruby, Pearl and Amber.
You loved him and you thought he felt the same.
How wrong had you been.
So, when you had asked to remove Grace’s things and her portraits out of the foyer and into a sitting room no one used, he had grown angry.
Angry that you’d remove all traces of his love for Grace.
Angry enough to shout terrible things at you that made Pearl come too soon.
The doctors had warned you, Esme Shelby had too. The doctors said no stressing, no strong emotions, your pregnancy was high risk already without your husband making things worse for you.
Esme had told you that Grace’s ghost needed to be exorcised out of the house or she’d hurt you and Pearl.
But Tommy Shelby loves Grace and her malignant presence more than he loved his own baby daughter.
You swore you saw Grace Helen Burgess smirk when the blood began dripping down your thighs as he shouted things at you.
Grace Shelby hadn’t died because of a curse; Grace Shelby was a curse.
You came to hate her after that.
You hated her for the hold she had on your husband.
You hated her for killing your Pearl.
Ada hated her too.
Freddie’s lungs had been hurt when he was beaten within an inch of his life in prison because of Grace.
Freddie’s torture at the hands of Chester Campbell had left him unable to give Ada more children.
It was in your mutual hatred for Grace that you found solace in each other.
Ruby was born in 1928, three years after Pearl bled out of you because her daddy loved a dead woman more than her.
You had given up on your husband, you tried to make him love you, but he was impossible.
You threw away his drugs and booze when you found out you were pregnant. You went away and gave birth in your father’s estate because Grace can’t get Ruby there.
Ada had stayed with you the entire time. Held your hand when you gave birth and baptized Ruby even if she is Jewish now.
You loved Ada and she loved you.
You kissed her and she kissed you back, what you felt for her was real and she felt it to.
What you wouldn’t give to take Ruby, Karl and Elizabeth, and runaway together.
But then Tommy, like the dark cloud he is, showed up and you were forced to be Mrs. Shelby again.
You used to love him, but his fucking indifference turned the paradise you made for Ruby a hell for you.
But the two of you poured your love into Ruby and you had Grace’s portraits removed the second he left.
Its November 1934 when he finds out you’ve been doing that.
After Polly died, he became stone.
Stone who could only fuck, lie and make money. Even poor Ruby suffered his indifference now.
But the two of you had Ada, Karl, and Elizabeth.
And if Tommy had let you go to your childhood home, you would’ve had Amber.
Instead, Grace took her by pushing you down the stairs when Tommy came home from some work trip abroad.
He had seen it too, but still he let her do what she wanted. Feast on your suffering and his and the souls of your dead babies.
Amber was to be your last, your miscarriage had been so violent and so awful you were left unable to have any more children.
But he loved that parasite more than he loved his children.
More than Pearl.
More than Amber.
Stupid of you to think something would be different after a decade of hell with him.
But you had Ruby still, no one was more precious to you than Ruby Elizabeth Shelby.
Ruby is six when the doctor tells you she’s had cancer all her life.
Ruby is six when Zilpha Lee and Bethany Boswell do their best to save her, but in the end Grace wins.
Grace always wins.
Grace always takes what she wants.
And you die with your girl in that vardo.
And you are dead in spirit when he forces you to live on as his wife.
You hate him.
You hate him for all he’s let Grace do to you.
So, you take a knife to Grace’s portrait in the foyer.
So, you take everything he refused to let you put away and you make a bonfire with it.
Its 1935 when you finally rid your house of its curse.
Only Ada is with you that night, your fucking husband is seeking solace in the arms of a Nazi whore, so you fuck his sister in the bed you used to share with him.
“He’s dying, you know, only has months to live.” She tells you after the guilt of loving you returns vigorously that morning.
Let him die, let him join Grace in hell, you want to say, but you say nothing.
He comes home later that morning.
He isn’t angry, not yet anyways.
But you don’t care.
“Y/N!” he shouts for you when he doesn’t find you.
Its different this time. There is emotion and that tone that lets you know your fucking husband has finally taken his head out of his ass.
But you don’t care.
You want to destroy him for what he did to you.
You want to leave him in your past and never look back.
He wants you like you had been begging him to want you for the past fucking decade.
But you don’t want him anymore.
In fact, you want him to run here and see you love his sister, a woman who is so like him and so unlike him at the same time.
And he does.
And you feed on his hurt like Grace fed on yours because he loved her more than Pearl, Ruby and Amber.
“It’s too late, Thomas, you chose her so many times and now you will know how it feels.” You say with all the loathing he’s made you feel for him.
An outline that i had planned for part two but won't write
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sparrowmoth · 2 months
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💌, 🏜, and of course 🌸 cuz I always want puppy pictures
Thank you, Lo! <3
💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?
None because I am so mentally ill about notification dots, I need to click them immediately or the little red dot will kill my family idk
🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
Any comment is a good comment, but hmmm, I guess my favourite type is when someone quotes part of my fic back to me and tells me what they liked about it, even if it's just one sentence. It's fun to kinda glimpse my writing through someone else's eyes. Another favourite I would be remiss not to mention is when I write something angsty or just downright evil and open my inbox to incoherent screeching. <3
🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them
I SURE DO. And as you and anyone who knows me knows, I love to share pictures of him!! My love, my light, my life, my precious angel.
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For those who don't know, this is my son, my baby boy Pacha. <3
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runawaymazola · 7 months
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New Life
Chapter 1:
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Third Person's POV:
Home.
Ah yes, a big and luxury house would certainly make someone happy and contented, right? With everything you worked hard for got paid off with one big roof protected you and your family to live in. Everything felt right especially if you were raised and taken care of by a loving family. Would you want to get out of this house in order to start a new life?
Well you do, a  young 21 years old male decides to continue his life in South Korea instead after graduating. He wanted to live with his cousin there who is currently an idol under a company. He got a green light to stay with him in his apartment till he got his own money to live in a new house. Or maybe just a cozy apartment to live in
You must be wondering who is this cousin of yours, right? You will know soon.
currently, you are checking through your luggages to see if you're missing anything. Wouldn't want to leave anything precious behind. Especially your favourite pillow since you were a little.
" Doraemon, you are coming with me! " You said to the lifeless pillow and put it inside the luggage along with your clothes
"Honey, you sure you don't want our help to buy you a house there? " Your mother asked you while leaning onto the doorframe.
"Yeah son. At least let us help buy you a flight ticket. " You father added. You shake your head and stood up facing both of them with a reassuring smile. You could somehow feel their worries and care just by seeing their expression.
Mom is literally holding back her tears, calming herself by rubbing her arms. You approached them and hugged them tightly.
"Thanks for the offer but he already said that i could stay there until i found enough money to buy myself apartment. Besides, i got some money i worked before! "
You father nodded and put his hand on your shoulder. " Just call or text us if you need anything. "
You nodded and picked up your luggages and bags and head out of the room with your parents tailing behind you. You stopped your tracks and turned to them and pointed to your car in the driveway.
"Can my car being shipped off to Korea?" You bit your lip approaching the car you forgot that you have. It is literally a working blood and sweat you worked hard for to get it. You really don't want to leave it here! It's like your baby!
" We can send the car to you in Korea, then. " Your dad said. "Wouldn't be that expensive. " he added and smiled a little once he saw your relief face. You put your hand on your chest and nodded.
"Bye, baby girl. I will see you in Korea!" You kissed her and about to take another step to the taxi but you stopped and turned back to them
" What now?" Your mother started to get annoyed at you. Clearly forgotten that she cried earlier
"Can they really ship the car to the overseas? " you questioned again 
"I'm pretty sure they can! Now go! Before Chan waited for you!"
Just as you're about to say something, a big black van appeared onto the driveway and parked. You see your cousin walked out and smiled to you. He approached you guys with that still big smile on his face as he laughs a little seeing your face.
Well of course you would, cuz you are supposed to meet at Korea, but he's here !
" Hye Mr and Mr.s (L/N) ! " He greeted cheerfully and waved both of his hands
" Yah, what are you doing here ?? " You asked him, eyeing him up and down. He looked like he just got out from the shower cuz he looked fresh!  Not trying to sound creep but he smells fresh too
" Well, Straykids will be having a concert in LA. But i told the manager that i want to come here to Melbourne where apparently my cousin lives, i will take you to LA and come with us to the tour for a day and go back to Korea. " He explained.
" A tour?! W-wait. Ain't the world tour ends in like 3 months tops? "
"It's already the third month, (Y/N) . LA is our last world tour destination. " He picked up the luggages and looked at your parents.
" We are thankful that you allowed him to stay with you until he settles down with a new house. " your mother grabbed Chan's hands and patted them while smiling softly.
Bang Chan nodded and smiled
" Well he's lucky that I don't live with my members in the dorm anymore. Anyways let's go, (Y/N). I'll be dead if i missed the details for the rehearsal! " He rushed to the bonnet of the van and helped you put the luggages in it.
After saying goodbyes and a few hugs, you and BangChan finally takes off to the airport.
"But (Y/N) what work do you want to do in Korea?? Have you searched through yet?? "  BangChan looked up to you from his phone.
"Huh, I've tried but it's kinda hard to do it online. "
He nodded and back to his phone but he stopped in the mid way and turned to you, holding your arms. Startling you quite a little bit.
"Say, don't you love to write and produce songs?? " You nodded a little. Well you does because that's what you would do during your freetime and send the Demo's to BangChan to see if the song you produced is good or not.
Sometimes you helped him and the 3Rachas to produce songs too but from afar. Since you're not linked to any contract you cannot take the credit for the songs produced but you are contented that they love the songs you helped with!
" Well, you could be a music producer! Or a lyricist for our company, bro! " You looked at him and saw the excitement glistening in his eyes.  He smiles so wide that you're afraid he might hurt his jaw.
"yeah sure, bro. We will see about that."
"You should come with me and the others to the studio. I bet they will love to hear your works. Maybe i will be able to hook you up."
You looked at him and wiggled your eyebrows while smirking. He caught on and pushed your shoulders lightly as he laughed.
"You dirty minded bastard. Not that hook up! Y'know what i mean!"
"Ha Ha i know! Yeah sure try to hook me up, sir!" He fist pumped with you and typed into his phone. Probably talking with the members about fetching you up and going back home now.
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at the airport>>
"New Life, huh?" BangChan turned and looked at you before going inside the plane.
"New Life indeed." you smiled and nodded happily. You walked next to him and he put his arm around your shoulder and pushed you to the airplane.
Truth to be said, Bang Chan is happy that you finally accepted his offer to work with him formally.
But you don't know if you want to work with JYP or not. But time will tell
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sonikkublue · 6 months
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hola soy llo de nuevo 2 preguntas para cuando el fanfick que estoy ansiosa por leer algo así ...
Preta 2 como el señor H conoció a tails, tails sabe que es adoptado por elección ?? O recibido de la calle ??
O sus papás se lo dieron como pago al señor H .
Pc. Me encantan tus dibujos todos hermosos y preciosos❤️❤️
Translation for others: "Hello, I'm the one again 2 questions for when the fanfic I'm looking forward to reading something like that…
Question 2 How Mr. H met Tails, does Tails know that he is adopted by choice?? Or received from the street??
Or his parents gave it as payment to Mr. H.
Ps. I love your drawings, all beautiful and precious❤️❤️"
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hey there!! and yes i remember ya >:) hfjkdfhs and the comic?? yup I have the whole script written n ready. I havent gotten to illustrating it yet cuz I'm still working on panel practice, just so I have a flow for how i want my comic to be read and drawn. I'm sure I'll announce when I begin to illustrate the comic hehe
and Mr. H 'found' Miles somewhat. He just opened up his door one day while on his way to work, and found Miles in a little basket on his doorstep. He didn't get to go to work that day cuz he was too focused on what to do with a baby that was just left there in front of his door HDFJKS at first he was gonna put him up to adoption for others, but then decided to keep him around and raise him to be a servant to him, but over time he started to get attached to the kid and kept callin him "son" by accident- so 3 years l8r, he decided to just adopt the fox, and now he's been family since
hope these answers ur questions, ty for askin >:)
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artinandwritin · 2 months
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I did some really cute sketches today after finishing the daily homework
First off, Siri with her favourite son (and only son), little Nivvie! He's a precious lil baby <333
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Girly is sipping some morning tea
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And gussiri cuz I think they deserve some love from time to time instead of just shitposts. They would do this shit in public, everyone is disgusted
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I think happy Siri and her family doodles are needed sometimes, I put them through too much on a daily basis sadly
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rebelcaptain4life · 1 year
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The Rookie 4x01
Sooo many thoughts and even more tears. So imma just go through everything here I guess
Grey dealing with what happened 😭 grieving Jackson, but also needing to get Angela back. Grappling with sending in the rest of his team and potentially getting them killed, too, or waiting until they're sure the area is clear but waisting precious time
Jackson 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔
Can't believe they all just had to watch their friend get killed like that 😔
"I lost a kid who's like a son to me" GREY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
"to show that we're not in America but in a third world country, we're gonna apply a beige filter to make everything look dusty" 🤡
I know Alyssa's just acting but I wonder what effect, if any, pretending to be in these stressful situations has on her real baby lol
Lucy is so smart, I won't stop saying it. She figured out why Lopez would be taken and still alive
GOOD JOB JACKSON OUR SMART COURAGEOUS BOY 😭😭😭
"Sir, we'll come up with a plan, it's not all on you" 😭😭😔😭😔 Grey has so much weight on his shoulders, he's the leader, he has to figure out what to do on top of his grief and worry. Nice moment of Tim telling him he's not alone
Bro seriously why did Nolan just ditch Lucy. I know it was for the Chenford but like they're supposed to be so close??? Also "you shouldn't be alone right now" again love the Chenford but what about Tamara??? Poor girl is also gonna be alone in that empty house
Ah so this is how Elijah came into the fold
*ehhem* AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED come on I'm sure you can both fit
That hug uhhh 👀👀👀 coming from S5, if the writers weren't setting up Chenford before (ie in the end of s3) they definitely were now
My personal speculation for what would've happened if Tim didn't get the phone call is a lot more angst and hurt/comfort. Like they whole point of her being there is to not be alone, but she's alone on that couch. I just picture Lucy going to Tim and breaking down sobbing. Tim holds her as long as she needs, until she falls asleep 🥲
LAPD doesn't have an air force but could Wesley borrow a private jet or something...?
I know it's not a great moment to acknowledge Nolan finished his training but I think it added some levity to a really dark episode, and also gave the team some much needed positivity
Noooo Lucy freaking out that maybe Gray was shot too cuz he wasn't answering 😭😭😭😭 NOT GREY GIVING HER THE SIDE EYE FOR IT poor girl just lost her bff to this guy 😭😭😭
Jackson's room😭😭😭😭😭
Didn't think Wesley had all this in him ngl 👏
Angela taking down a bad guy while in labour, so badass
"How do you feel about running" "IM IN LABOUR" can't Tim just carry her or something???
Angela looking around at her found family 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and the missing place where Jackson should've been 😭😭😭
Angela talking to Jackson 😭😭😭😭
Again coming from S5, I know the baby's name is Jackson but hearing it said in this episode, when it was the first time, is so special 😭😭😭
Btw when did Angela and Wesley officially get married?
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