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soufcakmistress · 1 year

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In the Heat of the Night

A/N: Babies what is good!!!! I am so rusty but I’m so happy that I got this out for yall. Yall know I love me some Jonathan Majors, but I don’t write for real life folks. That’s just MY preference, no shade to those who do. Please comment and like and reblog to let me know how yall feel. Let’s get into it!

The south side felt different duting the summer. Kids were out of school, frolicking in the streets and turning on the fire hydrants. The ice cream man made several stops throughout the neighborhood, the old heads played their card games and dominoes until the wee hours of the morning, and the bars stayed packed with ladies and gents to take a load off. Summertime Chi felt larger than life.

Delphine Freeman sat up in her bed and stretched her arms to the sky. Looking behind her, she saw an empty bed with nothing but a small note on her husband’s pillow. “Picking up some things for breakfast. Be back soon, my love.” She picked it up and held it to her heart. That man of hers.

Delphine remembers the first time she encountered Atticus. Her family had just moved from Virginia, and she was totally new to the Midwest. At first, it was hard making friends at a new high school in a new place. Her accent and bumpkin ways attracted the wrong kind of attention among these city folks, so she kept to herself. Until one day when Atticus was helping his club attract new members, and he passed a flyer to her in the hallway. “You should come. Who knows, you might find a friend here.” He had her, hook line and sinker with his gentle way and sweet smile.

Atticus looked like 6 days of beautiful creation from God above AND the seventh day of rest to her - she missed seeing his face this morning. Delphine laid back against the pillow that smelled like him and reminisced on their roller coaster ride of a relationship. Fighting entitled white people over magic and who it really belonged to and his birthright, his trauma from Korea and monsters straight out of a pulp book— nobody with sense would ever believe it. The storm was over now, and her and Tic lived in peace, as well as holy matrimony.

The memory of her betrothed looking so debonair in his suit on their wedding day made her heart palpitate. Her legs squeezed together, recalling those shoulders filling out that blazer and kissing those lips as they said ‘I do’. She especially loved the surprise on his face when the ceremony was over and she slipped her hand in his pants right outside their wedding suite and him allowing her to take what was hers. “Oooh, I love that man.”

She was feeling frisky now. The window was cracked with a moderate breeze flowing into the room but Delphine’s heat couldnt be contained. Flashes of him saving his entire family from catastrophe, him shirtless and bespectacled reading aloud one of his favorite pulp books while he laid in her lap, the look of adoration and love when they bought their home on the South Shore. Tic was all man….and all hers.

Sweat dripped between her large breasts, her coochie ached in the best way and she couldn’t take it anymore. Delphine took Tic’s pillow and put it in between her legs. The reflection of her in the vanity bureau with her slinky nightgown raised up on her hips made her feel like she was a bit unhinged. If she didn’t cum now, she would lose it. So she rode that pillow like its name was Atticus Freeman and he was the only thing that could satiate her.

Her clit hit the seam of the pillow so precisely, it almost took her over before she was ready. “Shit, shit….oooh Tic baby…damn..” She pushed the straps down from her nightgown to expose her breasts and she really got to moving.

The key in the front door lock clicked with Tic lumbering in with a couple brown paper bags of breakfast stuff. He went to the kitchen to put everything away, but could have sworn that he heard something from the shared master bedroom. He got the baseball bat they kept in the coat closet and inched toward the room. Tic pushed the door in slightly and what he was met with could have knocked him on his back.

His sexy ass wife rubbing her pussy in figure 8’s on his pillow. Tic made sure to be quiet putting the bat along the wall, and rubbing his crotch slowly to take Delphine in. He knew when she showed signs of her incoming orgasm— shaking her head back and forth, fingers tangled in her hair, stomach fluttering…..she was almost there. When she finally shouted in delight, he couldn’t take it anymore.

The sound of a zipper coming down and broke her out of her trance. Delphine gasped when she saw her fine ass husband staring with bedroom eyes and pouty lips that made her wanna howl to the moon. “Looking for this?” He pulled his dick out of his pants and a deluge of fresh slick coated the meeting place between her legs.

Delphine almost started up again on the pillow but when the object of her deepest affections was just as hungry for her, it would be criminal to not take advantage. “Damn straight. Bring yo ass over here, four eyes.”

BB King played on the kitchen radio, and the lovely couple made breakfast together. Tic already put on a hot pot of coffee, and he sipped on a mug as he fried up some bacon. Delphine stood next to him in one of his shirts and panties, making her famous blueberry pancakes. Both hummed along and caught cute ass glances at each other, floating on their sensual high. It felt so good. Not having to worry about what the next day held and being allowed to just live.

The phone rang while Tic started cracking eggs, and he wiped his hands on the tea towel. “Freeman Residence. Lester, my man! What’s shaking? Nothing much brother, just me and the Mrs. making some breakfast. She’s doing VERY well, I’ll let her know you asked about her.” Delphine turned around with feigned shock when he said that, knowing his subtext and that he blew her back out for the ages just twenty minutes ago. She walked over with a huge smile and popped a blueberry in his mouth and kissed his lips.

He pinched her butt when she went back to the stove and finished chatting it up with Lester. “Sunday? We’ll be there brother. See ya then.” Tic looked at the calendar on the wall next to the phone, to see if there was any extra obligations needed for the guidebook and his aunt Hippolyta. He also did some math and tried to remember his wife’s last cycle. “That’s why she’s so frisky…”

Lester had a block party over where he stayed in Bronzeville, and it was jumping! All kinds of rhythm and blues and guitar singers filled the south side with a plethora of food to choose from. Little girls playing jacks and double Dutch, little boys doing bike races, the teenagers making googly eyes at each others and the elders trading recipes for lemonade and greens. Everybody would pitch in and bring something for the community to enjoy. Delphine took all of Friday to make 5 sweet potato pies from scratch and Tic grilled so many slabs of ribs, it was insane. Irene, Lester’s wife was tight with Delphine; her and the other young women gossiped while sipping beers on their stoop.

“Uh oh, ‘Phine. Tic is over there getting rowdy at that card table.” Irene loved to tease—he was putting them back and with each hand he won, the louder his voice carried. “Oh hell. Lemme go feed my baby.”

Delphine made Tic’s plate with everything he loves — ribs, chicken, potato salad, cornbread, sausage dog with relish and an ice cold Budweiser. “Hey baby, you been doing a whole lot of drinkin but not a lot of eating. Come on now.” Tic acquiesced and moved with her away from all the men. She sat on his lap at an empty table and fed him some of the food before he took over, and started feeding her too.

Tic’s skin was all tan and his arms and pecs were bulging in his shirt. He didn’t even have to try to get her riled up. Delphine rubbed his back, and absentmindedly played with his ear. “All right now. You know that’s my spot.” They both had their fair share of alcohol that evening, and Delphine usually would have to beat Tic off with a stick. The shoe was on the other foot now. “Tic……I don’t have any panties on..”

He almost choked on his beer when his minx of a wife started talking so salacious like in his ear. “I like this Delphine. She takes what she wants. What you trying to do? Only if you say it, will you be able to get what you want.” Delphine’s skin pimpled because he meant every word. All the ruckus and commotion around them meant nothing in that instance. Just her and her husband. “I want you to take me in that alley…..and do whatever you want to me..”

That sinful jawline clenched, and she knew he would do just that. Wasn’t any more talking. He drained his beer, and dragged her down a few streets to a secluded alley. Delphine stood at the brick wall, flushed with the strap of her linen dress down her arm. Tic cradled her face and they kissed each other so deeply that they breathed for each other. She undid his pants letting them fall to his knees, and he picked her up.

Delphine was so wet, the slick was almost to the inside of her knees. Tic’s thrust was so strong, they both gasped aloud. “Yes Tic, fuck me hard!” His face lived in the crevice of her neck, licking and kissing. Just like every muscle on his sculpted body, Tic was rock hard and filled her up so deliciously. The same BB king song from the other morning played and they were able to hear it still. Everything swirled around the both of them and yet nothing at all mattered. His low grunts were so sexy and she could tell he was about to cum.

“Oooh I love this pussy baby, I love this pussy….I fuckin love you!” Atticus filled his wife up all the way that it spilled down her legs and the heat of it all triggered her to orgasm. She pulled him in even more and he expelled more of his love inside her. Tic brought her down to her feet, and she stumbled immediately. Tic steadied her and stuck his tongue down her throat yet again. “Atticus Freeman….the man of my dreams..”

The guidebook was doing so well.

Atticus and Hippolyta had been able to come to an agreement on operations; Atticus would be able to make final edits and handle submissions to the publisher and Hippolyta would be able to do most of the trips to update the stops. She acquiesced to Tic’s request that he would join her to assuage his nerves if she went more than 3 states away.

The book was flying off the shelves and Hippolyta had been able to meet some publishers in Kansas City and Detroit to put in some local Negro owned shops and apothecaries. It was the second Saturday in August, and the entire South Side would be at Washington Park for the Bud Billiken parade and festival. Delphine and Tic packed up their station wagon with fold up chairs, a cooler full of beer and pop, and more food to last a winter. Dee was finally feeling better and she rode with you guys to the Bud as she was Delphine’s favorite little cousin.

Everybody was rocking and rolling to the marching bands and majorettes. Delphine and Dee looked at all the floats and picked their favorite one. “Oooh Dee, you see the grand marshal? That’s a good lookin man!” She made sure to say it in earshot of Atticus; she loved him a bit jealous and possessive. He cut his eyes at her, smirking behind his beer. “All right now, don’t get in trouble.”

“Baby, there is nothing more that I would love to do than be punished by you.” Delphine stuck her tongue down her husband’s mouth, and Dee gagged at the public display of affection. “Y’all are so gross I swear!”

The grand marshal announced who had the best float and the best marching band in Chicago, and the party went on until late in the night. “Come on, dancing queens, let’s get y’all home.” Atticus loaded the car up and Delphine and Dee fell asleep in the backseat holding each other. Atticus looked in the rear view full of gratitude and unbridled joy at his two girls. He stopped at Hippolyta’s house and carried Dee inside.

Delphine moved to the front seat after and waited for her husband to drive them home. The angles of his face illuminated by the streetlights made him even more handsome in the low light. She couldn’t help but to stare. That same feeling from that other morning came back with a fierceness. He felt her eyes on him and winked at her. “You looking like you still hungry for something…..”

“That mouth on my body…that’s what I need.” Delphine sat with her back to the door and lifted her dress, pulled her panties off, and put them in his lap. Tic took them and sniffed them and was instantly engorged. That station wagon moved a little quicker then.

Fireworks were being shot near the lake and Tic and Delphine had a clear view from their balcony. “Ooooh let’s see baby! Her ass clapped in her dress and Tic had to grip his meat walking after her. “Lemme make sure the shoggoth is okay first. Keep it tight for me baby.”Tic went to the basement and fed the shoggoth and calmed him down since they were gone all day. He had it down to a science now. Feed him a racist white man a day, and he would cooperate.

Delphine was out on the balcony totally enthralled. She jumped like a little kid when several popped at once, entrancing her with the bright colors. Standing at the window, he just gazed upon her. How did he get so lucky? Tic joined her on the balcony, wrapping those muscles around her waist. All the kisses behind her ear made her giggle just like how he intended. While she was off guard, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and lifted her dress in one motion. “Now what you doing back th—OH!”

He slipped right into her pussy with the most earth shattering intrusion Delphine could ever experience. “Shhhh shhh. We have to be quiet. Now Mrs. Freeman…..I think I know what’s gotten into you cuz I did the math. It’s that other time of the month, ain’t it?”

A breathy yes fell from her lips and it clicked for her. She was always incredibly horny and with shiny hair and skin at this particular point of the month. “You tryna have my baby?” Tic whispered in her ear, and pinched her nipple as his hips stroked back and forth. “Delphine, are you tryna make me a father?”

She loved when he got rough with her, especially when they were at risk of being seen in the act. “Yes, Atticus give me your baby.” His hands gripped hers on the railing and he let her have it. Delphine had already came twice but Tic was always generous; he wanted his wife to be satisfied. “Here it come..” Atticus held her right to his chest and gave her devastating thrusts and came deep inside her. Her head rolled back on his shoulder and they stood together still united as one as the fireworks show gave the finale. “I love you so much” they both said in unison and gazed at the sky.

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phantomstatistician · 7 months

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Fandom: Lovecraft Country

Sample Size: 242 stories

Source: AO3

#ruby baptiste #christina braithwhite #atticus freeman #letitia lewis #william #montrose freeman #sammy #george freeman #hippolyta #hillary davenport #lovecraft country #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician #ruby x christina #christina x ruby

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voltaical-art · 1 year

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Diego and some character influences <3 gonna do these with some more ocs too

#original character challenge #oc challenge #oj haywood #fred jones #t'challa #oluwande #atticus freeman #fabian seacaster #voltaical ocs #Diego #trying to pull myself out of artblock lmao #high powered

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mannytoodope · 2 years

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Leti: Guy, get up we need to get up outta here now!!

George: Careful keep the steady, girl!

Leti: My name’s not girl. My name is Ms. Letitia Lewis so watch out.

#Letitia 'Leti' Lewis #Jurnee Smollett #George Freeman #Courtney B. Vance #Atticus Freeman #Jonathan Majors #Lovecraft Country

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. We've 5 days left!!

Mars Odyssey

Imagine: Atticus wakes up on Mars and doesn't know how he got there.

Tags: Atticus Freeman, Atticus x Leti, Mars, Christmas

A great explosion startled Atticus into a sweating and fearful state, searching eagerly with his eyes but finding no Leti. No Montrose. No Hyppolyta. No Ji-ah. There was only a stretch of red dusty land, ice-capped mountains, volcanoes, and canyons.

For Atticus, it was only one mere second ago that he was dying of blood loss. Now he was in what seemed to be New Mexico.. or Mars.

His body was in one piece, but there was something fixed to his face, an oxygen mask. Someone wanted him to survive, but who? And where?

He climbed to his feet steadily looking into the distance and in the twinkling of an eye, two astronauts appeared from literal thin air.

"Gah-damn," he whispered.

They approached him as he stood waiting for answers or anything that would tell him where he was, how he got there, and how to get back.

"You've been abducted," the one on the left said. "We brought you here because your body was in the process of being destroyed on Earth, but here we have technology to fix that."

"Y'all do see I'm a colored.. You sure you wanna use all that fancy tech on me?"

The astronauts exchanged a look.

"That's Earth's dysfunction. Come with us," they extended a covered hand.

Atticus wasn't on earth after all.

He followed them through the hills and plains until they disappeared behind a barrier into thin air.. he paused, but he was brave, so he stepped on through the barrier as well. There was an entire hidden city. As he listened to the astronauts, he learned that he was indeed on Mars and would suffocate if he removed his oxygen mask.

They had a colony and knew he was a soldier. They wanted him to help them strategize and war against the Earth.

"This explains my dreams more than I previously thought."

Atticus explained that he dreamed of foreign wars that were outside of his planet, and now he knew that the Martians were actually humans living on Mars. He was in awe at all he saw. Everyone was integrated. There was no Jim Crow on Mars, and everyone wore sophisticated and tiny breathing apparatuses.

"The oxygen is thin," the lady astronaut shared, "But it exists. Our bodies have adapted. We don't need a lot to survive. Still, everyone has a supply."

"What's y'all's beef with the Earth," Atticus asked as they showed him around. "You all came from it," he stared.

He wasn't prepared for the explanation that came.

"This WAS Earth.. before the ruling regimes destroyed it."

There were creatures, dinosaurs.. vegetation flourished all over. There was oxygen and water. It was a paradise. Then people became violent and vain. They warred among themselves. There was poverty, environmental terrorism, bombs, pollution, the food was poisoned, the air became unbreathable. Natural disasters increased. Everything was dying and the planet was becoming uninhabitable. There was a great flood that wiped out billions of people. A remaining colony of the rich who could afford to dodge the flood left to find another Earth and they re-settled. The old Earth became Mars and life restarted with the ones who remained.

"We've been at war ever since the NEW Earth tried to destroy the remaining people here. They continue to try to take from OUR planet so we must defend ourselves from their tyranny. So you see, we didn't come from Earth.. this was always our home. Will you help us defend it?"

Atticus was torn. As much as he wanted to say yes, his family was home and he couldn't help in their destruction. He needed them all with him. All of them.

He struck a deal to have them abducted. Only then would he join their army.

"Atticus.. Atticus... "

"ATTICUS!!!"

"Huh!"

"Damn!"

He jolted awake to the sound of Leti's voice. He was sitting in his favorite chair with a blanket over his lap in their home in front of the fireplace. There was a book in his hand called Mars Odyssey and Leti was in his face.

"Mhm," her lips pursed as she rolled her eyes and got the kids together. They were running wild. He'd fallen asleep while reading them a story. "Told you that book was boring as hell, done put yourself to sleep! You were supposed to be watching the kids while I made dinner. I can't do everything Tic!"

Atticus was confused. His dream had seemed so real. The ground was cratered and covered in dust. He felt that he'd died from blood loss and had woken up on Mars where he was expected to lead an army against the Earth. Now he was in a different timeline, and it was Christmas. He couldn't say he didn't like this life...

"This isn't real," he whispered.

"It's a simulation, but it could be," the female astronaut stepped into the living room suddenly with no space suit. Atticus flinched. "Call it intrusive; but we went through your memories of earth to see what advantages we could gather.. what is this Christmas that you guys seem to have.."

"Christmas? Y'all don't have Christmas?"

She looked genuinely puzzled. Atticus smirked.

"Great." Sarcasm dripped from his being. He was wishing the simulation was real. Yelling and all. "How bout this.. Instead of teaching the ways of war, I teach love and brotherhood. Good will towards men. That's what Christmas is about. Loving ypur neighbor."

"What about the lights?"

"The lights..," he smirked seeing the slight twinkle in her eye. "That's the festive part. We hang lights and decorate trees because it makes us feel good deep down inside. It reminds of the good times with family and friends.. people I miss very much."

"TIC!" Letti's voice yelled.

This time when Atticus awoke he was lying on the ground. Everyone rushed him saying it was a miracle they bound all white people from using magic. It was a miracle the spell worked and he survived. They thought he was a goner for sure.

Atticus looked up at the sky that twinkled extra bright before they helped him up.

He had another life to spend.

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melaninpov · 8 months

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Lovecraft Country S1.E6: Meet Me In Daegu

#jonathan majors #jonathanmajors #lovecraft country #lovecraft #atticus #atticus freeman #hbo max #hbo tv shows #moviegifs #movie gifs #filmgifs #film gifs #talented #jamie chung #ji-ah #black actors #asian actors

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blackmensuited · 2 years

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joyful-soul-collector · 1 year

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Lovecraft Country Episode 1

My dad told me I'd love this show and I got nothin else better to do rn so let's fakkin GO

Oh wow there's a lot happening

Jackie Robinson just cut Cthulu in half with a baseball bat

OH ITS A DREAM okay that makes much more sense

Looks like this is the 40s or 50s? Idk my years very well, but segregation is a thing for sure (future Marko here, it's the 50s)

Aw man they gotta walk? That sucks

"Stories are like people. Loving them doesn't make them perfect. You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws" GODDAMN I love that. I don't agree with overlooking their flaws (both in stories and people), but I understand the meaning and I love it so much

Father's gone missing womp womp

Hippolyta, that's a cool name, imma steal it

I gotta say Atticus is a very pretty man. I didn't see it as much when Johnathan Majors played Kang in Loki (mainly because he wasn't there for long I think), but he is v pretty

Oooh secret legacy?? Mysterious letters??? V interesting...

Oop dude literally in the middle of a BJ and just talks to Atticus like he wasn't A Bit Busy just then

Ooh those two sing well!

Fuck yeah bust open that hydrant

Oof I guess Leti isn't as close to her sister as I thought

Oh damn she drew a grim reaper right over where they need to go lol

Damn Atticus is probably so smart with all those books, if people weren't so damn racist maybe he wouldn't have had to join the army to move out, he could've been a writer or somethin

Oop there's a hole in the wall. Bet that's a fun memory...

Bruh who tf did he call in South Korea???

Oh gross, the monkey noises.... hate seeing how people act towards them

Bruh this red car is fuckin banger look at the wood?? If old cars like that weren't so unsafe I would love to drive one

Oh jeez I hope this diner isn't too awful an experience...

Oh my god what in the fuck is happening

LETITIA FUCKIN LEWIS

WAIT THAT'S THE CAR THEY SAID HIS DAD WAS DRIVING THE FANCY SILVER CAR

WAIT WHAT THE HELL DID THE TRUCK HIT??

WHO'S THIS RANDOM WHITE LADY

Okay so the diner was definitely a terrible experience. Love how smart Atticus is tho, he figured that shit out quick

This little girl is so creative I love her drawings

Sounds like Leti's mom wasn't the best to her, but her family never saw that so they're mad she didn't go to the funeral

Oof that's a rough fight to have, the one between Atticus and his dad. I understand why his father would be upset at Atticus for joining the army, but I also understand Atticus too. He views his country the way he does stories. "You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws"

Dad and George's parents were shit, so then his Dad was shit, and George feels like he didn't protect his brother or Atticus enough. Oh the cycle of abuse ever turns...

Devon countyyyyy that's the one with the grim reaper on it

Aw fuck is that a cop

Nooooo fuck fuck fuck

FUCK ITS THAT SHERRIF THAT'S MURDERS PEOPLE

SUNDOWN TOWN FUCKIN FUCK

Oh you motherFUCKER

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

Oh mgod that was fucking terrifying

GODDAMNIT NO FUCK

HOLY SHIT WTF IS THAT

GO LETI YOU CAN DO IT

Fuuuuuck this guy is turning into a monster....

The flaaaaares v nice

Bruh why you guys walking did she total the car??

THERE IT IS THERE'S THE SILVER CAR

UHHH?? "WELCOME HOME"???

Ok so that was uhhh fucking amazing? The mystery, the monsters, the awesome characters, the struggles with racism juxtaposed with the science-fiction struggles, FUCK this is set up so damn well?? Goddamn okay I'm gonna proofread and post this and then imma watch the next one cuz I can't fuckin WAIT

#lovecraft country #letitia lewis #atticus freeman #george freeman #marko reacts

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katdumont12 · 2 years

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Final Chapter: Homecoming

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Fandom: Lovecraft Country (TV)

Relationships: Ruby Baptiste/Christina Braithwhite, Ruby Baptiste/Christina Braithwhite/William, Ruby Baptiste/William, Atticus "Tic" Freeman/Letitia "Leti" Lewis, Montrose Freeman/Sammy, Hillary Davenport/William Lowe

Characters: Ruby Baptiste, Christina Braithwhite, William (Lovecraft Country), Hillary Davenport, Original Child Character(s), Atticus "Tic" Freeman, Letitia "Leti" Lewis, Montrose Freeman, Sammy (Lovecraft Country), Diana "Dee" Freeman, Hippolyta Freeman, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Family Dynamics, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Lesbians Die, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Violence, Period-Typical Racism, Consensual Sex, Explicit Sexual Content

Series: Part 5 of the An uninterrupted eternity

Summary: The end is here, although some loose ends must be resolved. Like Errol and the rest of the Lodge of Azrael, who are literally a mob. What will happen to them?

Link in English: AO3

Link en español: Mi mundo yuri y otras rarezas (Blogger)

#ruby baptiste #ruby x christina #atticus freeman #lovecraft country #christina braithwhite #montrose #letitia lewis #letitia x atticus

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a-camp · 2 years

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#jonathan majors #kang #watercolour #watercolour painting #watercolour portrait #atticus freeman

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kcyars52 · 6 months

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mannytoodope

Oct 25, 2022

Leti: Guy, get up we need to get up outta here now!!

George: Careful keep the steady, girl!

Leti: My name’s not girl. My name is Ms. Letitia Lewis so watch out.

#Letitia 'Leti' Lewis #Jurnee Smollett #George Freeman #Courtney B. Vance #Atticus Freeman #Jonathan Majors #Lovecraft Country

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mannytoodope · 1 year

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#Atticus Freeman #Jonathan Majors #Letitia ' Leti' Lewis #Jurnee Smollett #Lovecraft Country

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jazziejax · 1 year

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Tiana’s Theme

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1940’s

The sound of children's laughter filled the air warm air. The faint sound of up-beat music and the smell of food cooking gave the atmosphere a familiar feeling. The Louisiana sun was beaming down on them, the heat near unbearable. A beautiful women walked out of the large green and white house. Her light brown skin illuminated under the harsh sun, making her glow. She stood on the porch, observing the group of kids that were playing by the lake not too far from the house. Some swung from tire swings that hung if the trees, some ran around playing a game of tag.

"Don't get too close to the water, kids!" She yelled to all of them, getting a chorus response from them all. She smiled at them, admiring their care free behavior. She turned to make her way back inside when the pitter patter of feet caught her attention. A group of girls emerged from the other side of the wrap around porch, out of breath. They looked to be around 7 to 10 in age and there was about eight of them. One girl held a jump rope in her hand, wrapped around her knuckles, indicating that their exhaustion was from said activity. Some of the little girls took a seat on the porch swing, trying to catch their breath, while some others remained standing.

"We're going to the bathroom, Ma." She told the woman, blowing out a breath of laughter. The woman smiled at her, reaching over to pat her hand lovingly. The little girl cheesed, basking in her mother's affection. "Well y'all gon' right ahead. I'm gonna go back to the back." She told them sweetly before heading to the house. The girls, standing and sitting, filed in after her, departing way once inside. "I'm using the one downstairs first!" A little girl yelled before running off.

Her statement caused the others to start running, all to different parts of the house. The little girl in the green dress stumbled. With everyone running every which way around her, she was thrown all over the place.

Once the chaos cleared, she stood there. The large home now stilled in silence besides the faint sound of music. She walked further into the home, coming to a stop at the end of the staircase that was in the middle of the home. She gulped as she followed each step with her eyes, coming to a stop at the top of them. Her vision was blocked by the stairs but she could see that the hall the stairs led to was dark.

She gulped before taking her first, planting left her white sandal onto the dark wood.

After that, it seemed as if the stairs elongated, the top moving further away from her. Now slightly shaking, the little girl laid her hand on the cold, wooden, banister to ease her her discomfort. And with slow steps, she made her way up the stairs, edging closer to the darkness that waited.

Arriving at the top, the music that grounded her got faint as she was consumed by the dark hall. She stayed near the edge of the first step, the light from the sun outside grazing her back as her front was covered in black.

She observed the hall, taking note of pictures frames the adorned the wall between doors, the way the walls expanded from the narrow path of the stairs, showcasing just how large this house really was. The old light that swayed above the the long rug that went down the middle of the hall.

During her eye-excursion, she caught the sight of a light switch on the wall to her left, dashing over to see it if it worked. Flipping the switch, a flickering, yellow light dimly shined down on the old carpet. Glad that there was some sort of light to illuminate the room, the little girl sighed, now on her way to the bathroom at the very end of the hall.

Walking, the little girl admired the picture and painting she could now see more clearly. Pictures of old black people she didn't know and black children she didn't know. She continued observing until she came to a stop at a picture on the left side of the hall. It was a picture of four kids and two adults. Standing in front of this house. Her observing was interrupted, however, at the sound of whispers coming from behind her. She turned looking around the hall but seeing no one. Not a single door was opened. She glanced over at the stairs to see no one, but she did take in the fact that the stairs were farther away than she liked.

Looking back to the painting, she stared harder, taking in every detail of every person there. The black baby girl, the little black boy clinging to the black woman's leg, who she could only assume was his mother. The older black girl around her age with her head resting on the man's arms. Every single last one of them with a smile plastered on their faces. But what made her stop to look at the picture longer was the man in the photo. He had his arm around the waist of the woman next to him with the babygirl in his arms.

But what made her really shocked was that the man was white. And that the woman he had his arm wrapped around looked like a younger version of her great-granny.

But before she could question herself further, the hanging light buzzed loudly as it continued to flicker. The little girls head snapped up to the light watching as it got brighter, indicating that it was about to blow.

She dashed down the hall towards the bathroom door, her heart banging in her in ears as the sound of the rushed whispers from earlier came back, this time louder than before.

Her feet thudded against the the old carpet that laid about the hard wood floor, matching the beat of her heart. The hall seemed to stretch, pushing the door back further as the whispers got louder. The hanging light began to swing, the glass bulb buzzing louder behind the little girl.

Running as fast as she could in her church shoes, she damn near sprinted until she hit her destination. Immediately shoving the door open and slamming it shut behind her. She put her back against the door, her chest moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed, head against the door as she awaited to be met the the same darkness when she opened her eyes. She braced herself, taking in a deep breath before opening her eyes.

Expecting to be meet with darkness, she was surprised to see that the small room was semi-lit from the sun outside. Said light was shining through a small window on the wall, in between the bathtub and the toilet. The girl gulped, basking in the pace the room brought. She could now hear the faint sound of music again, along with the laughter of her peers. She sighed as she leaned against the sink next to her, closing her eyes as she listened to the muffled music from the backyard, the upbeat music calming her heart.

Not wanting to dwell any longer, she at on the toilet to do her business. Sitting there, she took a look around the bathroom, softly humming the music. Her hums stopped however when she saw shadows moving from underneath the door. The girl wiped away a bead of sweat that rolled down her face before wiping herself.

She was quick.

Quick to stand up and wash her hands. Quick to splash water and her face.

But what she want quick to was placing her hand on the door knob. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. And counting down from 10 to get ready to open the door.

And when she finally did, she ran without looking back. She could see the shadows under the doors that lined the halls. Some seeping out into the hall floor like ooze. The whispers from earlier came back even louder. Loud enough for her to decipher some.

"Run."

"Run, Tiana."

"Keep going."

"Don't let them stop you."

"Don't loop back."

"Run."

"Run, Tiana."

"Run."

Run. Run. Run. Run.

That's all the little girl could hear as the hipsters got louder and louder and the same buzzing light from before finally burst. She screamed at the sound, tears running gown her face as she made it to the stairs, stumbling down in a rush.

Her running didn't end there, she ran outside and around the house, still crying when she made it to her back yard. Her figure made the some of the adults turn their heads to her. But she didn't care. She was looking for one person and one person only.

"Tina?" The woman from earlier questioned as she took her white cat eye shades from her face. She didn't even have time to register what was going on before the little girl crashed into her arms, crying hysterically. She wrapped her arms around the little one, kneeling down to her level.

"Tina, tell me what's wrong?" The woman questioned. Tina continued to cry, laying her head on her mothers shoulder. The woman didn't question her again, just embracing her little girl into her arms.

"Quit entertaining her stupid behavior, Evelyn." A man yelled not too far away from them. His words were muffled by the cigar in his mouth as she sat around a table playing cards with his friends.

The woman, Evelyn, looked over at his with her baby still in her arms. "Now what if some kids were picking on her? Then what." She asked him sharply. Said man scoffed, looking at her over the shades he had on. "Maybe it'll teach her some good. I know I'm tired of her, that's for damn sure." He said, causing some of the men at the table with him to chuckle. Evelyn scoffed before standing back up with her daughter still clinging to her, now more calm than before. "Oh, shut the hell up, Franklin. Maybe an was whoopin would do you some good. Cause I know I'm sick and tired of your mouth, that's for damn sure." She yelled at him before walking off with Tiana around her hip.

The woman walked with the girl to the front of the house on the wrap around porch. Once they got to the front, she sat them down on the birch swing that over looked the lake. Evelyn had her arms around the girl as she laid her head on top of hers. She rubbed Tiana's arm with her thumb, soothing the hiccuping girl.

"Are you gonna tell me what wrong, Tina?" The woman asked her softly. "You know you can talk to me."

Tiana moved away from her mothers arms looking down at her hands. Evelyn watched her closely, reaching over to take her daughters hands into hers. "It's okay." She said softly

"Uh...when I was upstairs...I heard voices but no one was there." She told her. She looked up to her mother, a single tear slipping out of her eye. Her mother looked at her.

The little girl was expecting shock, anger, confusion, something other than what the woman gave her. Evelyn smiled. She gazed at Tiana with watery eyes but a smile on her face. Tiana stared at her mother confused as more tears poured out her eyes.

"Is there something wrong with me?" She asked, worriedly. Evelyn shook her head. "No, no honey. There is nothing wrong with you." She told her daughter, bringing the girl back into her arms. Evelyn laid her head on top of Tiana's, slightly rocking their hug. "But you cannot tell anyone of this. You can never speak of this again." She told her firmly.

Her words caused Tiana's heart to drop. Just when she thought she was gonna get answers, she was back to questioning herself and what happened more than before. But she didn't question it, she just nodded her head and continued to hold her mother.

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So, what do you guys think?... I’m not really a writer, I’m more of a reader and I definitely don’t write horror or whatever this is, so let me know if you you all have any suggestions or tips!

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