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"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 1
Author's Note: You must have read the "Black Boys Bloom Thorns First" series before trying to dip into this new book!
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"I will be one of the greatest
That is a vow, yeah, that is a promise
Always wanted to be famous
Just being real, yeah, just being honest
My haters gon' always be nameless
Give them no cloud, I give them no power
Creators built different, they ancient
Sooner than later, all will be ours…"
Iniko—"The King's Affirmation"
King N'Jadaka Udaku of the Panther Tribe from the kingdom of Wakanda sat at the head table for the Congressional Black Caucus's newly minted Pan-African symposium/dinner. Housed inside of the National Museum of African American History and Culture, the event brought together Black leaders from all over the world that wanted to shape their future with the influence of Black American politicians after the great disaster of the Infinity War.
The king sipped from a glass of lemon water with his young Executive Assistant Mpilo by his side, very much aware of the eyes dragging across his intimidating figure in the midst of seventy-five world politicians of African descent with their various entourages. Women and men allowed to participate in the momentous occasion chanced glancing his way to assess what kind of man he was on this rare occasion that N'Jadaka visited Washington, D.C.
He grew accustomed to the staring. King N'Jadaka became the legend made flesh among them, the rare Black man of real power surrounded by other Black leaders that tried to balance governing in the face of American neo-imperialism. The people in that room would've given up their firstborn child just to be in his presence, especially the representatives from Sudan and Ethiopia. Thanos's ridiculous plan to snap problems away only created more dire ones on earth and Africa suffered as a result. The rise of new warloads and the loss of faith in democracy sprouted far and wide. Slavery, coups, and genocide had ramped up. Troubled nations in the motherland looked to Wakanda and not the U.S. for leadership, and that made N'Jadaka's stay in his former homeland dangerous. The C.I.A. had a bench warrant of death on his head. Western powers wanted the king of Wakanda eliminated.
The Golden Jaguar sighed and pressed his hands on his thighs and flexed his fingers to offset the ribbons of tension coursing through him. Despite it being an all Black affair, there were enemy ops in the conference hall among them. The Dora Milaje and his Onyx Squad remained visible and dispersed throughout the perimeter, their smart-looking uniforms marking them as superior protection among the American security hired to keep unwelcome outsiders from trying to sneak an audience with the Wakandan king.
This attempt at a heavily-publicized gathering of Black international elites became a way for powerless Black politicians in the U.S. to rival and possibly supplant N'Jadaka's influential UDC creation that made waves in under a year. No matter what power-to-the-people slogans were used to get them in office, Black American politicians were still…politicians. No different than their white counterparts that only worried about getting re-elected and stuffing their pockets with money, connections, and a fat board member assignment or consultation position on some corporations dime after retirement. No matter the pithy declarations about supporting the Black community he heard all evening, there were wolves in the room seeking access to more power. The white American power structure lit a fire under the CBC's ass to put together something that would convince diaspora Africans to join with them instead of the Wakandans. N'Jadaka knew what it was and decided to participate anyway. Just to let the CBC know he was watching them closely and feigning diplomacy. America was a weak and decaying order. The bored king found solace knowing he would be its demise.
N'Jadaka tapped his hand on the fancy table cloth. Mpilo took note of his mood and quickly checked his comm tab for the expected time of arrival for Yani and the children. The trip abroad had lasted over two weeks, most of it spent at the United Nations in Geneva, and meetings in New York, London, and South Africa. N'Jadaka cancelled a trip to Saudi Arabia when one of the crown princes of an oil billionaire insulted him on a viral vid. He made an example of them by snubbing a much-anticipated visit there. Any form of anti-Blackness anywhere was swiftly aired out. Mexico, Argentina, Spain, France, Italy, and the Dominican Republic were already smarting from his public call-out of their treatment of Black people due to an increase of racialized violence targeting poor Black citizens in their nations. With Yani's urging and Ramonda's powerful voice as an ambassador, there was a rallying call against global femcide in the wake of the disappearance of so many people.
The U.S. didn't let the great loss of citizens stop their continuing encroachment of resources and they took advantage of pumping predatory capitalism along. What could've been a moment of self-reflection, a shift in priorities, and a new way of being for the country as a whole was simply an opportunity to prey on weaker nations even harder. Their only hindrance in achieving more power was the rise of Wakanda under N'Jadaka's leadership. He instilled fear in every nation that wanted life to go on the same way, and he also gave hope to those parts that saw a chance at progressive changes aligning with Wakanda. The western powers still gasped at his U.N. speech criticizing colonial apartheid in Palestine and Gaza. The gasp turned into full-fledged choking when he charged genocide co-signed and funded by the Americans. Once he pontificated on the historical similarities between Gaza, South Africa, and the Black American segregation of his own people, his War Dogs got wind of Mossad operations trying to penetrate Wakandan intelligence through the C.I.A.
Back home, the continent was split.
African nations that had long been ignored and left to suffer on their own benefitted from supporting Wakanda. N'Jadaka flooded their lands with tech support, agricultural advances, doctors, and a quick rebuilding of infrastructures with his Wakandan Humanitarian Corps that embarrassed the U.S.. At N'Jadaka's urging, Azania and Caanan had stopped selling uranium, colbalt, and platinum to anyone outside of Africa in exchange for advanced agricultural expansion. Mining had ruined and polluted their lands with run-off depleting usable soil and water. Rapid climate change didn't help them either and the neighboring nations were on the verge of famine. Wakanda helped clean their water, soil, and air for free, allowing farmers to produce a bumper crop that saved millions from starvation and prevented them from becoming refugees in other nations. Those who had been malnourished received the best medical treatment, and once snatched from the brink of disaster, Azania and Caanan were staunch allies for good.
Niganda and Mohannda were a different story, currying favor from the CBC leaders and complaining to the U.S. president that Wakanda was a global threat to sovereignty. The other African nations galvanized by the freely given help, threw all of their allegiance to the Wakandans, thus leading other unaligned African nations to fear him creating a United States of Wakanda to rule them all.
It wasn't a bad idea.
He never acknowledged those types of concerns and just let the rumors grow to keep his enemies on their toes. His own father N'Jobu had flirted with visions of a united continent under Wakandan rule in his journals. Currently, N'Jadaka scrambled to replace War Dogs lost to the blip in order to keep his finger on the pulse of other nations.
"Princess Yani will arrive within the next two hours. They have crossed onto the Atlantic," Mpilo said.
N'Jadaka nodded. He gave Mpilo a full-time job as his personal assistant since the loss of his father in the snap. The king had no idea the young man suffered that loss until months after the memorial honoring the lost ones. Mpilo continued to do his work professionally until Yani brought the news to the king's attention. She recognized Mpilo's family name from one of the palace attendants sending personal condolences to their staff on her behalf. When N'Jadaka questioned him, Mpilo broke down in tears in the king's office. His father and two oldest brothers had vanished leaving behind his mother and baby sister. Barely an adult, Mpilo now had the responsibility of looking out for his immediate family. N'Jadaka terminated his fellowship and gave him a permanent job title as his executive assistant.
The king let out a sigh of relief.
He needed to be with his family again. Normally Yani would be with him, but she was on her own global tour promoting her book, "The Wakandan Way of Birth". Their children traveled with her and he caught interview segments of her in three countries. The world was enamored with the exotic princess. It was her first appearance outside of Wakanda representing the nation. N'Jadaka grinned thinking about the reaction of the Caribbean. The entire region went nuts finding out officially that an island girl had snagged the most powerful man in the world.
She promoted the book in St. Thomas first, and he hated not being there with her. She traveled to Jamaica next to visit the land of her father and paid her respects to their relatives there. In the midst of the new global normal, Yani's book became a smashing success. All proceeds went to funding her midwifery scholarships to further the number of Black and Native midwives and doulas learning at the Wakandan birthing centers. The money allowed women to focus fulltime on their craft without monetary constraints. She planned to give more once she became queen because the palace allotted a salary for Queen Consorts that she planned to use for more income-based scholarships. Wherever there were Black and Indigenous women in need, Yani made sure they took priority over anyone else.
Everyone wanted their hands on the book. A Wakandan publishing company mass marketed the coffee-table sized manauscript, and they looked exquisite. The cover was created by a Birnin S'Yan artisan who made a vibranium-tinged dye that was threaded into a gorgeous royal purple and silver cloth overlay. The book had fifty full-page color photos that Yani spent months agonizing over from a total of 200. The cover photo itself deserved to hang in a museum. It showed a young woman holding her newborn daughter and they were both dressed in the vibrant colors of the River Tribe.
When the pre-release online sales skyrocketed, Yani made the decision to only provide non-online sales out of Wakanada through global Black bookstores. The international brick and mortar stores made bank with the flood of non-Black customers wanting their hands on something from Wakanda. Even people who weren't even interested in childbirth or culture clamored to snatch up a copy just to get a glimpse of what Wakanda looked like from the inside. The first print sold out in one week.
The talks finally ended and the affair moved into a spacious outdoor dining area where a small jazz trio played music in a corner. The balmy weather made it comfortable to be outside and he took in a deep inhale of D.C. air.
Okoye and Ayo kept the pre-dinner rush to talk to the king at a distance, giving N'Jadaka time to snag a moment of peace. After ten minutes he shook hands and greeted caucus leaders, trying not to look annoyed at their requests for selfies with him. He obliged to be polite and to give an air of camaraderie. Everyone wanted everyone else to think they had connections to him by how loud they talked or laughed with him. He knew the drill.
The hosts ushered his entourage to their dining seats near the front of another podium. No one pretended to be sly about sneaking candids of him with their smartphones.
"King N'Jadaka, your son is here to see you right away," Ayo whispered in his ear.
N'Jadaka looked around and spotted Riki walking out from the museum with his personal Dora, Quamba. All the diners stopped to watch the prince of Wakanda walk through with his hands behind his back and his eyes searching for his Baba. Some people tried to snap photos of Riki, but all of N'Jadaka's children wore necklaces that thwarted any cameras from getting clear pictures of them by jamming up electronics and flash photography cameras.
Riki looked too clean.
Yani braided his hair in the spiral style of his Wakandan ancestors, threaded with shells and beads that bounced around his shoulders. This week, Riki wore jade and black fingernail polish decorated with mini panther claws in bright gold which was the rage of young children in Birnin Zana who loved their local team that played a popular sport called ukudlala ngomlenze…leg play. It was a game that required balance, and intense leg flexibility as two teams battled each other on a low swinging wooden bridge that moved across a deep body of water. One member of each team took turns standing in the center of the swinging bridge as the other team members of the challenging team split up on either side to rock the opponent off their feet, without any of their own teammates falling over too. The narrow bridge swung higher and higher, pushing athletes to go against gravity, their exhausted limbs put to the test for long durations. N'Jadaka had promised Riki a trip to the national competition in the River Tribe territory once they returned home.
Riki's black royal sash rested snug across his chest with the family crest emblazoned on it. The boy was seven-years old and sprouting a bit of height. He was almost as tall as Sydette and would probably surpass her by the time he was eight. The freckles on his red-brown skin were more pronounced, covering his nose and cheeks. Riki's eyes lit up when he spotted N'Jadaka.
"Baba!"
The boy ran past chuckling adults who admired the tailored royal suit and polished shoes. N'Jadaka held his arms out and his son jumped onto his lap and kissed his cheek. The happy king wrapped his child up in love.
"I've missed your busy behind," N'Jadaka said. "Where's your Mama and the girls?"
"Changing clothes. I couldn't wait to see you," Riki said, squeezing his arms around N'Jadaka's neck.
"Good trip, Dumplin?"
"Yes. People went crazy for Mama and her book. I'm ready to go home though. I don't like this country…the people here are so fake. They only like you if you're rich or famous."
"Hungry?"
Riki nodded and scanned the tables for the evening's selection. He scrunched up his nose at the servers placing rolls and butter on the tables.
"Can we eat this food, Baba?" Riki asked.
"We have people watching the chef in the kitchen."
The Udaku children had been taught to reject outside food unless their parents permitted them to partake. N'Jadaka had become cautious with poisoning and normally had his own personal chef make all of their food, but he opted to watch the American cooks this time around instead of turning down a plate. The head chef for the evening was a famous Black American from New Orleans who read that N'Jadaka liked food from that region and wanted to create a menu to impress the powerful king.
"Sit next to me," N'Jadaka said, pulling out a chair for Riki.
Mpilo took a seat across from them at the circular table that seated twelve. Members of the CBC organizing committee greeted him then took their seats at other tables. The jazz music grew softer as guests took their seats all throughout the guarded space. A congresswoman from Philly took to the podium near N'Jadaka's area and announced the arrival of Yani and Ramonda. Eager applause broke out and N'Jadaka stood up from his seat. He helped Riki stand in his chair so he could see his mother and aunt enter.
N'Jadaka's Uncle Bakari escorted Yani and Ramonda together as Sydette and Joba walked in front of them wearing matching purple dresses with their hair twisted and pulled back with amethyst panther-shaped hair clips. Yani mesmerized the crowd in a shimmery emerald green dress that revealed all her rounded curves. She styled her hair with extensions in an upswept fancy roll that denoted her status as queen-to-be. Ramonda had the crowd transfixed with her tall purple isicholo and deep purple gown. Uncle Bakari appeared dapper in his black tux. N'Jadaka's grandfather Dante escorted Bakari's wife Shavonne and they all made their way toward the front where their Dora Milaje escorts brought them to the king's table.
Sydette and Joba dashed to him first and he picked up both girls and smothered their faces with kisses amidst their squeals of delight for being with him again. He put them down the moment Yani reached him and he couldn't hide from the world his love for her.
He wrapped eager arms around her tight and pressed his forehead against her brow. The tense energy in his body drained down into the floor and he exhaled a long breath. Yani rested her arms around his massive shoulders, her perfume drowning him in memories of their shared bed and the last time they had been alone without the world watching their every move.
"Baby, I missed you so much."
"I know. I couldn't wait to get here and hold you."
"You know these niggas is starin' so we better play it cool for Ramonda's sake."
Yani giggled and pulled away from him. He kissed her hand and turned to Ramonda, giving his auntie double kisses on both cheeks. He hugged his grandpop next and finally showed love to his American aunt and uncle who raised him after his parents died. They all took their seats at the dining table. Yani sat at his right, and Riki, Joba, and Sydette took over his left side.
As the first courses of salads, soups, and finger foods were brought out, announcements were made. The head chef was brought out and recognized. N'Jadaka allowed the nervous man to take a picture with him holding up a plate of sausage gumbo with rice. There was special recognition given to Yani, along with a surprise plaque presented to Ramonda for her role as an ambassador fostering goodwill between America and Wakanda.
N'Jadaka caught up with his aunt and uncle and the family chatter reminded him of being home except they were being watched like fish in a fishbowl. When dessert and coffee were brought out at the end of the meal, Ramonda switched seats with Riki and leaned in toward the king.
"President Mubiri would like to have a nightcap with you during the mixer inside the museum," Ramonda said.
"Why?"
Ramonda's sharp eyes observed the guests.
"He believes D.C. is neutral ground and he would like to discuss rumors of you inciting a coup in his nation."
"Sounds like C.I.A. bullshit."
"Even so, it wouldn't hurt to appear cordial. Get some photos taken that shows two rival nations talking together. Yani is your icebreaker. Madame Mubiri is here, too. A nice photo-op of beautiful African women mingling will make the CBC very happy."
N'Jadaka glanced at Yani's fingers. She had on her deadly finger armor. Hopefully she wouldn't threaten the man again.
He signaled for Quamba and several Onyx Squad security to take his children and grandfather back to their penthouse suite at the hotel they were lodged in for the weekend. He hugged and kissed the children promising to read a bedtime story to them later. People moved out of the way and stared at his heirs. All three children walked like royalty, heads held high, backs kept straight.
The after dinner mixer started inside the lobby of the museum where a giant abstract art installation above their heads looked like the unfurling of giant bronze ribbons. N'Jadka read the description of the sculpture that was supposed to represent the swinging motions like a band of angels coming down to carry Black Americans back home like the old spiritual "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". The artist, Richard Hunt, used suspended cables to anchor the work, and the swooping arcs of the bronze bands reminded N'Jadaka of his mother's arms around his body when he was small.
Several servers traipsed the lobby carrying drinks and savory finger foods. A D.J. played contemporary R&B and the guests relaxed into full-blown partying mode. Bakari and Shavonne headed toward a display of Harriet Tubman's shawl further inside the museum and Mpilo escorted Ramonda to meet some caucus members who were dying to be seen with her.
N'Jadaka held out his arm and Yani rested her hand on it. She walked with a majestic stride that matched his and they mingled for a bit. Yani's charm was her greatest weapon and they spent a considerable amount of time discussing her book and tour. Her radiance overwhelmed a few people who couldn't stop admiring her even as they moved on to other guests. The allure of power was a true aphrodisiac, and Yani wielded it well. All of her Wakandan training and years of experience dealing with all sorts of people paid off in spades as she delighted American dignitaries. He couldn't stop staring at her himself. Her voice lit up his face and he smiled at everything she said. Yani's youth also surprised people. She would be entering her late twenties soon enough, but carried a greater maturity and self-awareness in the last year representing Wakanda internationally.
They worked the first three corners of the lobby before the mixer branched out to the rest of the museum, and they headed toward President Mubiri and Madame Mubiri who lingered near a replica of a slave quarter. The Mohanndan president stood with a glass of liquor in his hand entertaining cronies as his wife watched her husband's dour animated face with his uppercase gums spilling over his lowercase teeth. Her eyes sparked up when Yani approached holding out her hands toward the woman.
"Madame Habiba Mubiri, I finally get to see you again in a less formal setting," Yani enthused.
Yani ignored Mubiri and immediately pulled Habiba away from her husband, touching her hand in informal friendship.
"Mubiri," N'Jadaka said, offering his hand. Mubiri shook it.
"King N'Jadaka."
Yani reached for a glass of wine from a server that had been freshly poured from the bar. She presented it to N'Jadaka using the ancient submissive stance of queens in Wakanda, holding the glass up to him with her right hand, while her other hand cradled the elbow of the serving arm. N'Jadaka caught the lust in Mubiri's eyes again for his fiancé. He took the glass from Yani and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you, baby," he said.
"May I please borrow Madame Mubiri? I would love to introduce her to the head organizer," Yani asked Mubiri.
It was clear that Mubiri didn't want his wife to do anything, but Yani's seductive voice couldn't be denied. She played on the man's need to control women by asking his permission. Her earlier exaggerated submissive act toward N'Jadaka fed into the man's cultural ego. Yani upped the ante by touching his arm and squeezing it. Her touch ignited something in the president and he lifted his wife's arm and practically threw her at Yani.
"I'm sure you two have some important things to discuss without us present," she added.
"Enjoy yourselves," Mubiri said, his gaze plastered all over Yani's figure as the two women strolled further into the heart of the museum.
N'Jadka pretended to drink his wine while being focused on something else until Yani was gone.
"I thank you for the personal invitation to your wedding King N'Jadaka. I didn't think you would extend us any welcome to your country again."
"It's a time of celebration, not political intrigue. Yani wanted your wife there. They have been corresponding for a time getting to know each other. You don't have to come if you don't want to."
"And miss the nuptials of that delightful woman you parade around like a trophy? Never. We will attend and enjoy the splendor."
They both drank in silence.
"Did you like the tour of the museum earlier?" N'Jadaka asked.
"An intriguing history lesson. You must be proud of your heritage here."
"I am."
"Rebels at heart. I see why the Americans want to control you."
"I know you don't want to stand here and shoot the shit about my lineage. You want to know if I'm plotting to throw you out of office."
Mubiri choked on his drink as N'Jadaka stared at his face. The Mohanndan's cronies flicked their eyes away in embarrassment, not expecting the king to be that blunt.
"What would I gain from having you taken out, Mubiri? There would only be another leader who thinks the same as you, so nothing would change. Pinning your hopes on the Americans holding me in check has not paid off in a year. I offer nothing but hope and a chance at directing Africa's vast internal wealth and ancient wisdom back to where it belongs…on all of our people."
"Our people? You Wakandans are stand-offish and think only of yourselves. These little excursions into other African nations giving them little trinkets of your resources reeks of a ploy to rule over us all. At least your uncle acted like a benevolent father-figure in the west."
"My uncle was not the man you all think he was. I am telling you now, to your face Barasa Mubiri…I have no plans for a coup, an assassination, nor war with your country. Did you not read my fiancé's book? Wakandans value peaceful living, enhancements to prolong life, and self-actualization that benefits the whole and not just the individual. We kept to ourselves for centuries even when we had the means to colonize the world and bend it to our will. But we didn't."
"I still think that is an option in your arsenal, King N'Jadaka."
"I am from the school of 'don't start none, won't be none'. My goal is transformative liberation for whomever wants it."
"So-called liberators often transform into something sinister, if given the chance."
The king moved closer to the east African president, closing the small gap between them.
"I only plan to bring hell to those who mean us harm. Do you plan to cause problems for us with this U.S. administration?" N'Jadaka asked.
Mubiri shook his head and smiled.
"I want peace and prosperity for our people too."
"Good. You have heard directly from my mouth what I want. Let's spend the rest of the evening showing the world that Africans can co-exist on the continent without people confirming their biases about us being warlords and despots. We can be civil with our disagreements. Everything doesn't have to be bloodshed, or rumors of hostile take-overs."
N'Jadaka excused himself with Okoye by his side.
"You were very civil, kumkani," Okoye said.
"I promised Umama that I would control my hostile tendencies here."
"She would be very pleased. Princess Yani is speaking to a delegation from the Sudan. Ambassador Udaku is with the Press Secretary for the American President."
N'Jadaka peeked at his kimoyos. He wanted to leave as soon as possible without making it glaringly obvious that he was ready to dip. His declining of the White House meeting with the President didn't sit well among the ruling Republican party.
"Kumkani!"
Mpilo rushed to him breathing heavily.
"You must come immediately," Mpilo said.
N'Jadaka quickened his steps with Okoye at his side. Mpilo led them through a throng of people and Yani rushed forward, clasping his hand in hers.
"What is it?" he said.
He squeezed a protective hand around hers and she pulled him toward another room. His family stood with other guests admiring a wall display. Ramonda stood with Dante and his uncle Bakari had taken off his glasses. Shavonne held an arm over Bakari's shoulder and they made room for N'Jadaka to move in front of them. Yani linked her arm with his.
"We didn't know this was here," Yani said.
N'Jadaka looked at a series of life-sized color photos of his mother Califia leading a Berkley BSU meeting. Her young face looked on fire like her hair as she held up a fist, her brows knitted together, and her mouth open spitting fire. A second photo connected to the first in a collage-styled presentation showed her carrying N'Jadaka on her hip. He was four years old wearing intricate cornrows and they both looked directly at whoever took the picture for a public event in Oakland. A deep inhale filled his lungs. The third image brought the handsome beauty of his father N'Jobu to life. He wore the dark ceremonial royal robes of Wakanda looking noble and fly as fuck. A fourth photo made N'Jadaka blink trying to figure out where it came from. He sported an MIT sweatshirt and his grin looked so innocent long ago. It came back to him. Chocolate City. A school paper had done an article about him and his dorm mates The final photo was a formal publicity photo of himself as the king of Wakanda. The entire collage mural threaded his Black American roots to his Wakandan roots, forming a romanticized link of the diaspora back to the motherland.
He appreciated his family becoming a historical footnote in the museum. Dante wiped his eyes and Yani wrapped an arm around him, helping the older man to reconcile the pain they felt in not having Califia and N'Jobu there with them.
The museum director approached N'Jadaka with a timid smile, her pale brown eyes dazzled by how close she stood next to him and his entourage. She down casted her gaze quickly when he stared directly at her.
"We hope you like this new installation King N'Jadaka. Unfortunately, the artist has been ill, or else he would've been here," the director said.
"Very impressive," he said.
His eyes lingered on his mother's image holding him while Ramonda gazed at N'Jobu's image. He wondered what thoughts went through her mind. Was there regret? Any remains of sadness that he had chosen someone else over her?
"Every time I see your parents, I see our children," Yani said. "You look so much like Riki in this one."
Yani reached out and let her fingers hover under the chin of his childhood image. He wanted to go home. Back to Wakanda. He whispered in Ramonda's ear and she slid next to the director to heap praises on the installation. Clasping Yani's hand, he guided his relatives toward the nearest exit. The Dora snapped to attention flanking them while the Onyx squad scanned for any problems.
Five dark SUVs pulled up to the side of the museum with Kingsguard drivers. Their entire party was whisked away to a luxury hotel in the heart of the capital and they disembarked in an underground parking garage to avoid paparazzi.
N'Jadaka entered his suite with Yani, and their children tackled him onto the floor wearing their pajamas. Dante watched them from a couch for a few minutes before standing up.
"I'm heading to bed, JaJa. What time do you need me to be ready for Joba's grandma?" Dante asked.
"She's arriving with the rest of Disa's family in the half cruiser around noon. We'll pick up some family in St. Thomas and Jamaica too before we travel back to Wakanda. The wedding rehearsal happens on Wednesday instead of Thursday."
"Yani's still doing the Today show interview?"
"Yes," Yani said, pulling Sydette from on top of N'Jadaka's head, "It's the only place I'm promoting the book."
Dante looked surprised.
N'Jadka gave Yani a look to take the children to their shared junior suite. Dante watched the family leave and he moved closer to his grandson.
"What's going on?" Dante asked.
"I don't want Yani in this country any longer than she has to be. We have some credible threats here in the states, and we're doing some culling of problems."
"Culling? You mean killing right?"
N'Jadaka glanced over his shoulder. Yani's voice gently scolded the children from being so hyper and loud before bed.
"Grandpop, things are escalating. Neutralizing threats will become more common for me."
"I don't have any issues with that."
N'Jadaka nodded.
"I'm turning in. See ya in the morning."
"I'm sleeping in."
"That doesn't surprise me."
He squeezed his grandfather's shoulder and watched the older man shuffle off to the adjoining door that led to another private suite. A Dora on night duty greeted Dante and closed the suite door behind him.
N'Jadaka stepped into the bedroom with his children frolicking across two queen beds. Sydette bounced on hers and played with her kimoyo beads while Riki and Joba tried to sidestep Yani's attempts to get them under the covers. N'Jadaka clapped his hands and all three children stopped goofing around and centered their attention on him. Yani placed hands on her hips, her long extensions fallen over one shoulder.
"Hey, what's going on in here? Mama said it's time for bed. Stop playing around."
"You promised us a story," Joba said.
He sighed and tread softly to the younger children's bed and plopped down on it. Pulling Joba onto his lap, he nuzzled his chin on top of her head. She touched his cheek.
"Are you too tired Baba? We can wait for another time," Joba said.
Her soft voice and soft hands brought forth all the mental exhaustion of the day.
"Thank you, Sunshine," he said.
He kissed Joba's cheek and she scrambled under the covers next to her brother. Riki patted his hand and he stroked the boy's braids.
"Night, Baba," Sydette said.
His oldest climbed under thick blankets and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and place it lovingly on his cheek.
"Tomorrow you will go with Grandpop to have breakfast with Uncle Bakari and Aunt Shavonne, then Grandma Theresa will arrive and we'll all meet up for lunch," Yani said.
"When are we leaving this place?" Riki asked.
"Soon," N'Jadaka said. "Get some sleep."
All the children looked relieved. He slipped his hand over Yani's and pulled her out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the bedroom door. Yani threw her arms around his waist and they hugged each other, allowing their mutual warmth and affection to flow through one another. He had his family back.
N'Jadaka's sleep was interrupted not by a sound, but by the missing softness removed from his side. Opening his eyes, he spread his hand out feeling for Yani. A toilet flushed from the bathroom outside of the hotel bedroom and she padded in quietly, closing the door before re-joining him. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand he was surprised to see it was only three in the morning. His body felt like it had slept later than that. He spooned back around Yani's lush form and they threaded the fingers of their right hands together, tucking them under her breasts.
The TV they watched before nodding off played a twenty-four hour news channel. Broadcasts of his visit stayed on loop most of the night, but the current images flashing onscreen highlighted the weather and celebrity gossip.
"At the end of this week we will be married," he whispered into Yani's ear.
She giggled and pushed her rump against his crotch.
"Queen Yani and King N'Jadaka," he said. "Nervous?"
"A little. Our counseling sessions with Elder Efetebo gave me a lot to think about. Umama and Ramonda have helped me too. Feels like I'm a part of something bigger than anything I have ever known in Wakanda…and yet…"
N'Jadaka reached over and turned on a lamp. He turned her face toward him.
"What is it?"
Yani's eyes watered and she blinked quickly. Two small tears trekked a lonely trail down her round cheeks. He kissed them away and cuddled her in his body heat and strength. She continued speaking in a low voice.
"At times…I know many still see us as outsiders on the noble court. They don't come for mi like they used to in the beginning, but I see it in their eyes. I know they want you take a Wakandan concubine. As modern and visionary as our country is, they hold on to these old timey ways to discredit our reign. I can see if they don't want Sweet Pea to have claim to the throne, but Riki and Joba have the bloodline in them. That should be enough. They want you to have a legally sanctioned child with a second wife to make the new line more legitimate…more Wakandan than diaspora. Everyone is scared to say this to your face, so that is the only thing that keeps them in line."
"Zola and Ilana tell you this?"
"They tell me everything. They love us."
"I've been on the elders' asses about that shit."
"There's only so much they can do. They can't stop other people from talking what they feel to be true in their hearts. A segment of the population will always see us diluting the bloodline."
"I will have Zola and Ilana tell me who the gossipmongers are and I will cast them out on their asses."
Yani sighed and burrowed into his arms.
"That will only make them feel justified and maybe cause more trouble for me in the palace. I will deal with it in mi own way."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. Right now I'm a weak piece on the chess board. But once that royal isicholo is on my head, I will have more power to play a different position. I won't need to run to you all the time complaining."
"You don't run to me."
She rubbed his bicep and kissed the skin there on his arm.
"I can stand on my own. I have to in order to survive the politics as queen. The more time I spend in the throne room with you, I see why you wanted me there so much."
"Does it overwhelm you?"
"Sometimes. The Council of Elders are so particular…so strict. Like I said, we have the most modern country and I can't get over how backwards they can be with a willful adherence to tradition without even considering the impact of our population being made up of so many young citizens. Nearly half of our citizens are under the age of twenty. Even before the Infinity War. These young people are hungry for change. They want to create new traditions. Look at Zola and Ilana, my staunchest supporters…their desire for new things spills over into every conversation we have together. So much goes on back home and yet, we both have to deal with the rest of the world's problems too. I tell myself I'm up to the challenge, that I can multitask and handle every little fire that breaks out in the Court of Nobles, but it can look daunting at times."
"We have each other. We have our family. There's nothing we can't get through together. I put us all in hell and we climbed back out… you and me. I plan on protecting you Yani, and providing you with anything you need for yourself or our children. The nation will know your power and influence for generations to come. I mean…look at your book tour. The world knows who you are…"
Yani's eyes drifted away from N'Jadaka's face. She reached for the tv remote on the nightstand and turned up the volume on a previously broadcasted segment. Onscreen a male news anchor out of D.C. spoke over a background image of N'Jadaka back in his Killmonger days. Mercenary fatigues covered his body and his short locs had barely curled over his forehead.
"They outed you," Yani said.
N'Jadaka listened to the anchor list his accomplishments at MIT and the Navy before cutting to alleged covert missions for various off-the-grid companies and ghost units. He sat up on the bed as a female political analyst sat in front of an image of the Pentagon. She shared a clip of N'Jadaka's speech to the U.N. and inferred that the Wakandan king's connection to the C.I.A. and mercenary past would prove to be a detriment to African nations seeking true democracy. The overall segment painted N'Jadaka in an unsavory light.
"…King N'Jadaka has stated publicly at the latest U.N. gathering in Geneva that he will continue to interfere with African nations that are in turmoil. Our government can't afford to have Wakanda becoming the world police if the U.N. can't rally around the support of ending genocide in the Congo or demanding that Rwanda and Uganda stop their pillaging of coltan in that region. His calling out of multinationals is dangerous to the progress America is making to help the DRC put an end to the loss of life there. We've sat on the sidelines long enough waiting to see what direction Wakanda will move in since the mysterious ousting of King T'Challa, and now that we know the full background of the rebel king…this by the way is what he is known as in Mohannda and Niganda. Those two nations also have large deposits of colbalt, coltan, and uranium, and their leaders have hinted King N'Jadaka may wage war to secure those resources just like he hoards vibranium from the rest of the world."
"Janice, are you suggesting that King N'Jadaka's background as a C.I.A. operative may provoke a World War Three scenario in the future? He is in our country right now, in this city exactly with other African leaders and Black politicians from around the world. You really believe he will bring us to the brink of another global disaster after we've gone through so much?"
"He is a threat to our national security and the security of other African countries who desire peace and free-trade without violence. It is our duty to protect those people, and to protect the leadership who want to sell resources that benefit all. We are all witnessing the emergence of a secretive superpower under the leadership of a man we trained in black ops and who has no allegiance to anyone. I find this disconcerting and frankly, Bill, I'm shocked at how casual the leadership in this country is taking this troubling revelation."
"Excluding his recent U.N. speech, King N'Jadaka has only spoken out publicly against the on-going genocidal war in the DRC. As far as we know, he hasn't done anything outright on the continent of Africa that should warrant the type of forceful caution you are suggesting. Why are you so adamant about this discourse in the capital?"
"Wakanda is an unknown factor in global conflicts to date. U.S. officials and the Pentagon would like to see it stay that way, but King N'Jadaka appears to be rattling his saber. His training and access to the most powerful weaponry on earth scares me. It should scare everyone, especially with his negative views toward the United States…the land of his birth."
"Genius…decorated solder…Navy SEAL…C.I.A. operative…mercenary…king…you've given us a lot to think about with your upcoming book about Wakanda's place in geopolitics."
"Here's something else to think about. King N'Jadaka —Erik Stevens when he was an American—used to have Tony Stark as a mentor."
"Iron Man?"
"Yes."
"Are you implicating the billionaire superhero in anything to do with King N'Jadaka's spectacular political trajectory?"
"I'm only pointing out how entrenched the Wakandan king is within bleeding edge technology in the military arms race and his close proximity to someone many found problematic years ago as an industrialist. Who knows if these two men are still in contact with one another? Tony Stark should be called to Washington to answer pertinent questions about his past with this king."
N'Jadaka flicked the off button for the tv. Yani placed it back on the nightstand.
"They've been sitting on this shit for a year. Been wondering when the C.I.A. would drop it in the court of public opinion. Of course that bitch pushes her upcoming book during the last leg of your international book tour. I bet all of your book sales that Everett Ross had a hand in being a ghostwriter for it."
"Will they connect me with your mercenary past? Klaue?"
"No. Klaue used aliases on St. Thomas."
"What if they ask you about how we met?"
N'Jadaka lifted a long braid from Yani's face and tucked it behind her ear.
"I was on vacation in paradise and met you…a beautiful island girl. We fell in love and that's all there is to it."
Yani kissed his lips gently and rolled back on her side. He curled around her and they snuggled for a bit. He whispered in her ear.
"I don't want you to worry about anything that woman said. They've been looking to smear me every chance they get. It doesn't take away from those who support and believe in us."
She nodded into his arm and he kissed her temple.
"These people can only speculate from afar. We'll always be ahead of them. The only thing I want you thinking about is how you'll look in that wedding dress when I see you walking down the aisle," he said.
"That woman on tv tried to make you look like a monster, but all of your achievements only made you look like a man they should praise."
"I came up out the mud and took my talents to the last place they expected. They're starting to see what Africa could become once I get these wars abolished. Africa has always been the center of the world. Once we get the rest of these colonial shackles off her feet, I'll make her flex."
"You sound like you want to be king of the motherland."
"Don't tempt me."
Yani glanced back at him.
"Would you do something like that?"
"No more talk about the world. The sun hasn't come up yet and the children are still asleep."
N'Jadaka smashed his lips against hers and hurriedly slipped his tongue in her mouth to hush more inquiries. Her watery mouth tasted of 7-Up that she must've snuck a sip of from the suite's mini-fridge. His mind slowed down the way it always did when he kissed her. The heartbeat thumps in his chest matched the speed of hers. His long locs fanned out around her face and his Golden Jaguar necklace claws grazed her throat. Yani hummed into his mouth while sucking his tongue and he gasped at the initial thickening of his dick.
Pulling away, he stared down at her face, taking in the wide round eyes with curling lashes that fluttered whispery kisses against his neck as he kissed her forehead.
"I hate when we're apart," he said.
"I know."
"I love being with you like this when the children are in the next room asleep and safe…when no one from the outside bothers us. I can have you all to myself…oohhh…."
Yani slid her hands down his chest and squeezed the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms. He leaked a growing spot of precum and she toyed with it through the silk barrier. Her fingers became sticky and slick. He groaned and murmured her name into her hair, lifting his body higher so he could watch her hand do wonders teasing his erection.
Resting against her, he slid his fingers across her chest, fondling her breasts through her gauzy nightgown top. He pulled down on it until her titties spilled out, the plump nipples feeling like fat grapes on his fingertips. Pinching and plucking at them gently, he played with her breasts until he was ready for more. He climbed above her and pushed his groin into her mound, the friction swelling his dick until it poked out of the waist band on its own. He tugged his pajama pants down and gripped the thick erection in his eager hand. Yani lifted off her gown and he pushed the covers back so he could see the blessed globes jiggle.
"Oh shit," he groaned.
He pressed the tip of his dick against her pierced clit and a glistening long thread of precum shined up her labia. Swiping the bulbous head back and forth, he smeared the clear fluid on her fat vulva like icing on a chocolate cake. Yani shifted her big thighs and her ass cheeks jiggled. He smacked the underside hard and the recoil from that position forced a heavy moan from his lips. She had gained weight. He knew her trip back to St. Thomas and Jamaica meant eating good childhood food, and his woman didn't miss nary a meal. It was a gift to him no doubt.
Kicking off his pajama bottoms all the way, N'Jadaka played with Yani's breasts and labia until he was ready to penetrate the pretty pink opening flashing at him. Yani turned on her side and he parted her labia with one fluid motion of his dick sinking deep into her. She whimpered at the stretching of her walls after a long absence.
"I won't go crazy, baby…I promise. Too many people close around," he huffed.
Her pussy accommodated his girth with a tight wetness he was accustomed to having mold like a second skin around his dick. All he could think of was President Mubiri ogling Yani's body, especially her ass. It looked so round and ripe in her dress. He thrust forward knowing that man would never know pussy as sweet and juicy as the one sheathing his exceptional length. Only kings deserved the clenching his dick received at that moment.
"Yani….dassit…baby…damn…"
He grit his teeth trying to keep from shouting. Lowering his head, he dropped his face into the back of her neck and muffled his vocal straining. In and out…her perfect gushy cavern squelched and he dug in deeper, wanting to hear the sounds of his balls smacking her ass.
"Fuck…girl…"
She arched her back and he smothered his body over hers, preventing her from taking control and making him nut too quick. His dick needed to marinate in her pussy. He held Yani's back against his chest and reveled in the snug pussy cradling his dick. Keeping still, he played with her clit without thrusting, making her indulge in the pressure off all that meat stuffed inside of her. She huffed into her pillow and wiggled her hips, but he kept her anchored against him without mercy.
"You miss Daddy's dick?" he asked.
"Yes."
She whimpered pitiful sounds and clawed the sheets, eventually wilting in his arms. His dick could stay hard for hours, the gift from the heart-shaped herb's power flowing through his blood. He rested in her walls for an hour, teasing her clit and whispering nasty things in her ear. She started crying from the delicate teasing of his fingers all over her jewel-pierced vulva for such a long time without release.
"You betta not cum until I tell you…okay?"
"Okay…okay…I can't take much more…"
She bit into his arm and the heat from her mouth made him chuckle. Yani sat on the edge of her orgasm. Her legs shook from the anticipation. He needed the slow revving from her to keep himself in check.
They shared a sex routine they always adhered to on their reunions since their year of living together in the palace. It was a way to protect her pussy from his veracity. He was never allowed to cum in her pussy first when they joined. It took too much out of her to handle him regularly, so he learned to control his first release and saved it for her submission to him on her knees. The king's affirmation was always a facial for his beautiful queen.
If Yani orgasmed too quickly first, he would head straight to pound town, spurting too much semen that always released the beast in him. Uniting their bodies in slow methodical build ups kept him manageable for her. As he resumed stroking her walls after the long delay of cockwarming, he kept tabs on his arousal levels. When it was time to shift the pace before he wore her down, he pulled his dick from her precious pink sanctuary. Yani scrambled off the bed to submit to his need for dominance.
He moved his legs over the bed and spread his thighs wider, giving Yani room to position her knees on the floor properly in front of him. She offered him her tits, smacking them together playfully, and he fondled a nipple, fisting his dick, and watching her big beautiful brown eyes stare up at him.
"I love you like this…looking up at me…yeah baby…open that mouth…stick out your tongue…yeah, just like that. You gon' let me fuck that pussy some more after this?"
She nodded, looking innocent and expectant.
"Sexy ass…" he hissed.
He bent down and kissed her and she sucked on his lower lip, tugging on the skin with her teeth. Pulling back he shoved his dick down her throat, the girth hallowing out her cheeks on both sides as she sucked and worked her neck. She smacked her lips against his tip, releasing it with a loud pop and a sliding of her tongue across her top lip.
"Suck dick so good…suck it some more…right there…let me stretch that mouth. Stop playing with it Yani, take that shit the right way…"
He reached out and softly slapped the side of her mouth and she gave him a sly grin and licked the underside of his thick ridge. He grabbed her hair then, yanking on the braids to remind her of her place. She hit that itchy sensitive part of his dick with the friction of her scandalous tongue. The thinnest part of the dermis seemed to rest there in that spot that gave her tongue-tip the secret combination to start making his dick leak with clear fluid again. His erection was like a rigid pole vault in her mouth and he was so ready to dismount with a fat nut. Yani hummed, and slowly licked along the sides of his dick. His breathing quickened to a pace that alarmed him. She was beginning to control him, making him react like a desperate man under her spell, and that was being disobedient. Her bratty behavior couldn't be corrected in the heat of her deep throating him. That would require major spanking and loud cursing. The last thing he wanted was for their children and security team to hear him curse a blue streak while spanking Yani's ass. She wanted him to hurry up and ejaculate so she could ride his dick and cum.
A surge of semen rose up through his balls. He slapped Yani again for putting a super charged gwak-gwak 3000 on him too soon. She became obedient again and squeezed his fat sack, staving off his release. He thought about letting her milk him and cumming in her mouth, but the decadent and demanding king wanted to paint her face with hot semen when he was ready. It was his way…he craved the ritual of it between them, and also because he knew a little secret about her.
He grinned slyly thinking about it.
Yani had been sneakily watching old videos of him with past lovers. Months earlier he had scanned old computers that he planned on destroying until his spyware cam detected unusual activity in secret files. The spycam revealed Yani's viewrship and he chuckled at the thought of her using him for her personal porn collection. He said nothing, and left the old computers where they stayed in their home, pretending to ignore them as old artifacts from his past life. The most viewed images were his cum shots on women's faces, and he clocked the intense looks of pleasure on her face when he did it to her. She loved submitting to him that way and it was a great help to their energetic sex life. Lovemaking wasn't as frequent as it used to be because their lives were so busy, but the intensity increased because of it.
Yani continued the arousing slow sucking. He watched her glossy plump lips slide back and forth across the top half of his dick. Her fawning eyes stayed locked on his, riling up his body because she made the act of dick sucking look so illicit. So pornographic.
Every now and then she would stop sucking and rubbed her lips back and forth across the mushroom cap creating a delicious tickling. His balls throbbed. She twisted her fingers around the head to give him new sensations, never once breaking eye contact. Yani knew how to chip away his defenses by giving off innocent vibes. She'd stay on her knees looking up at him with her big titties all out, nipples perky and offered to him like delectable appetizers. That look took him back to St. Thomas and the first time he ever touched her. His dick felt heavy between his legs. Thoughts of her back then being a little spitfire towards him ratcheted up his emotions for her in the present. In six days he would wed the most beautiful, cunning, and loving woman he had ever had to call his own. She latched onto him like a ride or die and he never wanted her to be that way ever again. She deserved better…she deserved more from him. His best. No, he would be a ride or die for her. Always.
He palmed her breasts and squeezed them. Lifted them up and down. Thumbing her nipples with wide circles, he listened to her breathy pants of pleasure. She stroked his dick. Yani would soon be the composed queen of a mighty nation in public, but at night, she would always be his nasty little slut…on her knees begging for Daddy dick to be stuffed in all of her orifices. That turned him on as he pushed her tits together. Her eyes were glassy. Lips pouted. She reached down and peeled back the wings of her inner labia giving him peek-a-boo glimpses of her wet pink. She needed his dick and slapped her pussy lips to ignite a wild fire in him.
"Taste mi," she purred.
Yani held up her wet fingers scented with her love and he licked them, opening his mouth wider so she could stuff three digits inside to paint his tongue with the dew. He swallowed her offering and she traced the shape of his lips with her own until the swollen skin on his lips itched for more.
"Killmonger."
Her moist lips pushed out the air to say that name. It ended him. He jumped to his feet and leveled the deep slit of his dick toward her cheek.
"Yani! Fuck! Fuck!"
Hollering out more expletives, a rush of thick hot cum splashed all over the side of her face. It dripped down to her neck in a sticky white deluge. He gulped for air and groaned to the ceiling.
Cumming on her face soothed the raging libido in N'Jadaka long enough for him to gather Yani in his arms and put her back on the bed. She leaned on her side again. Curling around her ass, he lifted her heavy thigh and pushed back inside her pussy.
"…fucking this pussy…."
He groaned and pumped, letting his lust take over, grateful he ejaculated on her face first because he would've broke her back if he hadn't. She took the pounding like a graceful queen, fully aware that he was lost in the pussy, her pleasure forgotten because her loving blotted out all of his senses. He took advantage of his selfishness because once she became queen, their sex life would switch over to ancient protocols that dictated that the queen had to cum first with her pussy being eaten before the king could even put his dick inside of her. Yani looked forward to that, and he plowed into her knowing that he had a week left to be a bedroom bully.
He smacked her ass cheek harder, talked his shit in her ear and knew his dick tugged on her labia long enough. The king pushed her onto her back and mounted her with one purpose: to hear her scream his name in his ear.
"Cum all over this big dick. Show me how much you love me."
Rocking into her, he held onto her bouncing tits and they both watched him pump long strokes into quivering walls. Her mouth fell open and he crushed her with his full weight. Her lips brushed against his ear and he waited to her that old name of his called out.
It didn't take long.
"Killmonger…Killmonger…fuck me…fuck me Killmonger…."
The silky muscular walls of her pussy squeezed around his dick in a constant flow of contractions that only added to his pleasure listening to her cry out for more. The ecstasy of her voice spiraled him out of his soul.
Hunched over her, N'Jadaka pressed his face into her pillow and roared into the cotton. His dick swelled inside of her and the intense throbbing rippled all the way to his anus and down the back of his ankles. He gasped like he was dying, mashing Yani's breasts into his sweaty chest and enjoying the rooted sensation of his balls throbbing and pushing out semen.
"Goddammit," he sputtered into her hair.
His eyes rolled back into watery sockets that blurred his vision. He rolled over and she climbed on top of him, breasts swinging in his face. Yani bounced on his dick and he thrust up to meet her passionate energy. He settled into sucking on her nipples and areola, letting her rock the bed with her own efforts. She gave him nurturing with the fucking, cooing to him and rubbing his locs.
"My man works so hard…you like your queen taking care of the royal dick, Daddy?"
He nodded, groaning at her soft accent and the way her pussy yanked on his dick with perfect timing. She went at his stiffness at the speed and depth that was comfortable for her and he submitted to whatever she wanted to give him. He watched the up and down movements and admired how shiny she made his dick. Her sticky wetness overflowed and made his lap slippery. The sounds of a fat ass smacking on his balls pleased his ears.
Yani leaned forward and her breasts covered his face entirely, smothering him in buttery softness like a fleshy curtain hiding him from the world. Grateful to be hidden inside her warmth, he relaxed into letting go of all of stresses, all of his problems, all of his worries. He let his queen carry him away to physical delights that poured life back into him. That's what she had always been for him. A life giver. A true goddess the way Tahir had called her.
He started hollering and Yani slammed her hand over his mouth. His heels pressed down into the mattress and his toes curled. Yani panted above him, her voice going up an octave as her second release ascended its peak.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your dick, Killmonger!"
She whipped her head back and forth. Arching her back, her nails clawed his chest.
"Oh, God….oh god! Killmonger…!"
He grabbed her arms and pressed her against his chest. Thrusting his hips upward, he forced Yani to take all the dick as her pussy contracted and milked every drop of cum he shot into her. Their cries of lust co-mingled into an ancient primordial release.
N'Jadaka's voice became hoarse and Yani cradled his face and kissed him, uniting all of their parts together. Her slow languid kisses centered him once more. He hugged her tight, his face mashed into her breasts, and she rubbed his head. They both could feel his stiff dick still throbbing inside of her.
"Can you take more?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Go to the restroom and come on back," he said.
He smacked her ass cheek and she climbed off of him.
Waiting for her to urinate and put special lubricants on her vulva and inside her vagina, N'Jadaka stretched his body. His dick fell back onto his stomach, the head pulsing and dribbling semen above his belly button.
"Fuck, I miss this shit," he said to himself.
Yani returned and they kissed. He licked a trail down to her pussy and pampered her with plenty of earned licks and kisses. The sweet odor of the lubricant she used to protect her womanly parts excited him. He blew a soft breath on her clit and the lubricant warmed up on her vulva adding more pleasure to their adult play time. The pale lighting of the sky heralded the new morning. Yani came in his mouth with her thighs covering his head.
Before the children arose to greet them, Yani rode his dick reverse cowgirl so he could watch the new weight of her backside gleam from the sunlight. Each time she rose up, he watched how tight her pussy gripped his dick. He kept quiet, swallowing his groans, nearly crying himself looking at how big her ass had gotten. N'Jadaka knew the weight gain wasn't from pregnancy. They had been apart since her last period, but he imagined how she would look with pregnancy weight. He liked her chunky and round like a butterball. Her weight had fluctuated over the last year, but it had settled down in the last two months until she did her book tour.
He watched the massive orbs of jiggly ass cheeks bounce on him. It was insane to have a body like that. But it was all his. Her voluptuous gifts belonged to him.
A new thought floated in his mind.
Part of the royal protocols meant that Yani wouldn't be permitted to take birth control during their wedding and honeymoon. Any child conceived during the first month of marriage to a royal couple was a sign of a prosperous future. The world was missing billions of people. Wakanda needed to repopulate. That meant she couldn't be on the contraceptive shots Wakandans used. She would already be weaned off of it to match the timing of their wedding.
He could get her pregnant right then and there.
Yani arched her back and wiggled her backside. She studied his face over her shoulder as she made love to him in the best way for him to admire her body. His dick seemed to get harder thinking about impregnating her before the wedding.
"Do that shit, Ma. Shake that ass."
Yani giggled and tossed her braids over her one side of her head and continued watching him watch her move.
"Look at all this ass…."
She reached back and lifted her ass cheeks for him, her light pink manicured nails looking lovely splayed out to tease him by digging into the ripeness of that bubble. He smacked her butt hard. They'd been fucking for three hours after the troubling news broadcast. He gripped the sheets admiring the dimpling in her backside. If she grew bigger back there during a new pregnancy, she would probably get stretch marks. Titties would get bigger too. He remembered what they looked like filled with milk and he rubbed his large hands all across both ass cheeks, sinking his fingers into the weight.
Sweat dripped down her body and pooled around the indentations on her lower back. She wound her waist teasing the tip of his dick before sliding back down, clapping her own cheeks for him. The woman knew how to keep him satisfied. He gripped her waist and kept her bounce steady. His balls ached to release. He already knew she was fatigued but kept going because she missed him so much and wanted to show off for him longer.
"Such a good girl, Yani. You took good care of this dick. I can't wait to put some more babies in this pussy."
His loose talk brought a glance back at him. Her pussy squeezed his dick with his baby talk. He laughed.
"You heard me girl. Might get you pregnant right now if you keep playing with me like this…shit. Get down for me…just like that. Arch that back. Yeah baby, givin' me that right triangle action…yeah, there it go…head all the way down…big ass up…"
N'Jadaka wistfully stared at Yani in the doggy position, her head to the side so he could watch her face while he smashed. He held onto her waist and pushed in. They had to hurry or else there'd be a pounding on the door with three sets of feet jumping up and down to get their attention.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
Loud. So loud.
Perspiration dropped down from his face onto her spine. His kimoyo beads lit up bright yellow. Okoye was notifying him of incoming reports from Wakanda. He had an hour before the general came to him.
He groaned once Yani hit that spot on his dick with her pussy that felt like lips and tongue suction. The queen had skills that were mindblowing. She started cumming before he did so he rode her wave of pleasure, encouraging her to squirt all over him and fuck up the covers even more with all their fluids on the blanket. He pulled out and palmed her ass, holding the tip of his dick close to her entrance where he shot ribbons of heat all over her labia. Sitting back on his haunches, he admired the way her tight pink opening throbbed and glistened with his cum covering it. She moaned softly at his gentle fingering of the pretty mess he made.
He rubbed her booty and then helped her get under the covers. Kissing her forehead he wasn't surprised to see her drift away quickly from exhaustion. She knew more than anyone it would be some time before they could be like that again until their wedding night. Once back in Wakanda there would be a whirlwind of duties and ceremonial events for their betrothal march.
His dick finally went limp.
He showered and changed into a saffron yellow lounging tunic and slacks. Kora arrived on time to get the children up and ready for breakfast with the rest of the family. He kissed them goodbye and welcomed Okoye and Ayo into the suite.
"Sit," he said.
He poured himself fresh orange juice and nibbled at some breakfast pastries his personal chef sent down from the half cruiser floating invisibly above the hotel roof. Getting comfortable in a side chair, he watched the two Doras on the couch.
Okoye tapped her beads and ten pictures of African men floated above her wrist. She flicked the images above the hotel coffee table and N'Jadaka peered at each one with stern eyes. Each man came from various nations on the continent in service of genocide and predatory exploitation. Okoye tapped each image as she spoke.
"Angola, Congo, Rwanda, Uganda, Sudan, Nigeria, Central African Republic, South Sudan, Somalia, and Ethiopia. Each man neutralized as requested," Okoye said.
She gave him time to inspect the stats on each man's file report before swiping them away and bringing up targets in Eastern and Western Europe.
"Ukraine. Russia. England. France. Germany. Spain. Turkey. Italy. Norway. Sweden," Okoye said.
She went through all twelve countries in South America and ended with combined targets in the U.S. and Canada.
"Any blowback yet? Suspicions?"
Ayo spoke up.
"None kumkani. Each target was studied for months before our War Dogs acted. If there were pre-existing medical conditions, we exacerbated the problem. Others were set up with accidents or placed in precarious positions through threats of exposure. Several committed self-harm when faced with public humiliation," Ayo said.
The women led him through detailed intelligence. Yani eventually woke up and padded past a narrow hall in a long ivory robe to shower and dress. Okoye and Ayo didn't notice her.
"Kumkani, there is one more target," Okoye said.
She tapped her beads and Agent Everett Ross's image popped up along with his ex-wife, C.I.A. Director Valentina Fontaine.
N'Jadaka tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair.
"Since Nick Fury has been gone, Ross is our only reliable plant. I can't take any chances trying to turn anyone around from the inside. None of them can be trusted. Not even the Black ones," he said.
"We are on standby to neutralize them as soon as you give us word," Okoye said.
"I want Ross dead, but not until I've used him up. As long as he thinks he's cool with us, I'll string him along. We can use him to get intel on Fontaine. She's making waves in the intelligence community and they're still somewhat close from what we've gathered so far."
"He wants to meet with you before you leave," Okoye said.
"Nah. I have no desire to talk with him. Just tell him I'm busy with my nuptials and will be unavailable for a month. I'm honeymooning with Yani in Umbono Cove on the houseboat. I don't want to be bothered with anything. Ramonda will oversee everything in my absence. Understood?"
They nodded.
A knock at the entrance door brought them all into guarded attention. Ayo answered. N'Jadaka spotted an Onyx Squad captain standing next to Mpilo.
"Kumkani, sorry to disturb your meeting. I have a private message from the President of the United States," Mpilo said.
N'Jadaka waved the young man over to him. Mpilo handed him a thick beige envelope with the Presidential seal on it. He read the short message inside.
"The President would like a private meeting with me too before we leave," N'Jadaka said.
"Your schedule is under tight security. We would need adequate time to set up additional protective measures inside the White House," Okoye said.
"They don't want to meet at the White House."
"Where then?"
"Camp David."
"The American Department of Defense already has additional surveillance on us since our arrival in this country. Nothing we can't handle if they try something there," Ayo said.
N'Jadaka thrummed his fingers again on the armchair.
"They've set the meeting a day after Yani's television interview."
"Will you go?" Yani interjected from behind them.
Everyone lowered their heads to Yani. She stepped into the living room area dressed in a long cozy pocket dress with vivid colors that reminded him of Black Creek in Wakanda, the place where his parents were entombed. Her hair was elaborately wrapped in a matching headwrap. She took a seat at the small dinette table by the window where their morning meal was set up. Pouring herself fruit juice, she sipped and stared at him. N'Jadaka tossed the invitation on the coffee table.
"I don't want to be bothered," he said.
"I think you should go. At least see what he wants. You won't come here again for awhile and it's time that he gets to see you in an informal place. Maybe you'll catch him off guard without all the eyes here in D.C.," Yani said.
He considered it.
"Leave us," he said.
Mpilo, the Doras , and the Onyx Squad guard removed themselves from the suite. He joined Yani at the table and they fixed themselves plates of food and ate together.
"You really want me to go?" he asked.
Yani stuffed a small Wakandan red berry pastry in her mouth.
"I think President Matthew Ellis needs to see the man that frightens him so much. Think of it as a flex if you want," Yani said.
N'Jadaka grinned.
"And people out here think you're just some sweet faced beauty on my arm," he said. "That means I won't be able to travel back home with you and the kids."
She shrugged and sipped on more juice brought from their new homeland.
"It just means I get to miss you again and we can have another reunion in our bedroom back in Birnin Zana."
He widened his legs and patted his thigh. Yani left her seat and sat on his lap. He rubbed on her booty again and rested his head on her breasts.
"I want to be on a houseboat with you…naked. Making long slow love under the moon and stars."
"We will do that soon enough."
"A whole month, you and me…partially alone."
"Don't remind me. Riki has already complained that they don't get to join us until two weeks into our honeymoon."
"Man, two weeks off with just you and me. Yeah, you definitely getting pregnant Yani."
She slapped his arm.
"Stop putting that out in the universe. We said we'd wait two more years before trying…and trying is the operative word, sir. I'm not taking the man-made contraceptive shots as tradition dictates, but I am taking precautions."
She held up the bluish drink she sipped on.
"This was given to me by Umama. Two glasses a day and it inhibits any eggs from fertilizing. You can shoot up the club and I won't be penalized for forsaking tradition…technically."
"Alright then…practice getting pregnant is good enough for me."
"Aren't three children enough for you already for the time being?"
"Nah. I'm making a whole new tribe with you."
"Easy for you to say, I'm the one who has to carry your big babies."
"I'll be right by your side spoiling you every step of the way. You make pretty babies, Yani, and my family's genes are strong. They all gonna look like me."
He kissed her neck and let his full lips linger there.
"Tell me you love me, Yani."
She cupped his chin and raised it.
"I love you."
"Say it again."
He nuzzled against her breasts and she stroked his lengthy locs.
"I love you. I love you. I love you," she said above his head.
Closing his eyes, N'Jadaka listened to Yani's heartbeat and rested in her bosom of peace.
Chapter 2 HERE.
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Five Flowers
A rough version of a one shot I wrote to go along with my Hybrid Theory fic series. This is something for MUCH further along in it. For some context, Mesogog has proven he is capable of creating mutant plants still...and has created some to represent his family.
The first flower was a deep enough purple to be black, shot through with dark red. Slim thorns graced its stem, almost hidden at first glance.
It was a pretty thing, surprisingly sturdy.
Mesogog was careful with it, he was a bit uncertain at this point what he had put together for it, but he knew it was very much like belladonna. It grew out in long vines, beginning to crowd its portion of the bench. He looked to the sitting room attached to the greenhouse where Petra was sleeping. She had finally arrived a few days earlier and much to his humor, so did this plant finally bloom.
“Your plant sister,” he mumbled to her, her yellow eyes half open as he put her in his lap. Petra made noises of protest as she was moved and curled herself up. She chirped and bit at his shirt. Mesogog sighed and gently pulled the fabric out of her tiny razor sharp teeth. Biting him, bit the doctor…
Maybe this being her sister wasn’t far off…
The second flower was pale yellow and he had made it quite by accident. The plant grew alongside the mutant belladonna well enough, its thin bright green stalks leapt up through the vines, and the bell like flowers swung in any breeze that hit them.
Or small child.
Mesogog held Rex up to the bench, the boy was a year old and now trying to get in all sorts of places he should not be. One of those was the greenhouse; at least right now he was supervised. Rex laughed as the flowers swung. They had begun growing a year ago, it was good to see how they looked now.
Though Mesogog was concerned it would not last long, the plant seemed to be resilient enough to deal with the grabby being.
“Rex, you got a whole party… don’t you want to…”
“Nooo! FUN!” He laughed, looking up at his dad smiling. Mesogog wasn’t about to deny his little boy his fun.
The third died.
He had tried to make this one on purpose. His living children had their siblings…perhaps he could manage a memorial one…
His attempts failed. The closest one bloomed briefly, white looking dipped in red. Not much could be done to save it.
The fourth he hid.
It lived but it unsettled him.
The fifth climbed its trellis as he hoped. It shone gold in the sunset, its leaves were pale green, looking almost silver.
Kira ran her fingers up the vines, smiling. She it knew it was for her. She looked to him and mouthed thank you. She was crying and smiling. The monster cried himself as she hugged him. It had been a good ten years now and he had no other idea to show her what she had done for him.
“Its you,” he did whisper.
“Oh, I know, I know…see you are an artist whether you want to admit it or not.”
They still had time before they were leaving that night. He rested on his work stool as Kira wandered throughout the green house. He made a noise of protest as Kira looked behind a curtain.
“Now…why did you hide yourself back here?” she asked, coyly, removing the fourth flower. It was a deep green stemmed plant, looking like an oil slick. The flower itself had a large drooping bell, a riot of colors mosaicked across the petals in pale green and purple, the petals tipped in black. Mesogog looked down at his feet. Kira had gone past him and when he raised his head, she was already underway planting it next to her own.
“Stop hiding,” she whispered, standing to kiss him on the forehead before they walked out arm in arm.
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When they came home, Mesogog wandered into the greenhouse as Kira went to take a bath. The replanted nightmare was no longer drooping, but its bell was raised and lay alongside a lower golden one. He sat, looking at them, the flowers in their places, a family all their own.
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Do you know of any good Sterling K Brown/N’Jobu fics? I’ve read @uzumaki-rebellion ‘s Black Boys Bloom Thorns First (and I 100% recommend EVERYBODY go read volumes 1&2) , and it really made me fall in love with him.
And yes, Big Mouth brought me here 😂 I heard his voice and a chill went down my spine
There aren’t many but there are some! Some have him included into the story. That story is on my list to read!! Oh and I need to catch up on Big Mouth! Thanks for the reminder! We love Sterlinkg K. Brown over here!
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**Book Fair**
Imagine there was no quarantine...
No such thing as Covid-19...
Interrupting our rhythms and livelihoods...
And in some cases, cause utter frustration...
To Wakanda we go!
Not really.
Wakanda comes to you instead.
In your neighborhood, six feet away from your house.
In their ship, published works, such as "Black Boys Bloom Thorns First", all three volumes, are on display.
People from the community are encouraged to post their questions in an "Ask Box", as The Dora Milaje and War Dogs work to ensure that everyone is maintaining the social distancing guidelines.
All the while, Shuri and Yani are directing a few movie scenes based on the volumes. Lucky actors!
T'Challa and M'Baku couldn't keep their hands off the books.
"Your late uncle, Prince N'Jobu. He meant no harm."
King T'Challa shook his head. "Not at all. I'm deeply amazed by how this authoress managed to capture his life story, even the aunt I never met, and what's given birth to the hatred that's plagued N'Jadaka's heart for decades."
Lord M'Baku nodded in response, as he flipped through the pages of another book. "He knew one of your allies long before you both crossed paths."
T'Challa cocked an eyebrow. "Who? I must've skipped something."
M'Baku held up the hard copy of "Stark's New Intern". "Tony Stark, or Iron Man."
T'Challa smirked. "That's right. Erik knew who my uncle's connections were, and pieced the dots together."
"Ahem."
Both men turned around to see a once displaced, lost, and pained prince with an indecipherable smirk on his face.
"That's mine," he said as he snatched the book from T'Challa's hands. His confidence and swagger hid nothing. Despite what they've been through, he felt calm and collected. "You can't have it."
"We were curious," M'Baku replied.
"I know. Ain't got a problem with that. But I need others to see for themselves how, and why, revenge is the hardest dish to prepare. Why "all lives matter" is a pathetic, dismissive rhetoric. And most importantly, I want my kids to understand why it's good to fight for what's rightfully yours..."
"Dada!"
Erik clears his throat before the others could respond. "Excuse me for a minute. I gotta get back to Fatherly duties. By the way, I'm in charge of the next episode of our Tumblr After Dark Radio Show. The theme, Fatherhood. Got it?"
T'Challa nodded. "Most men need to tune in to that one."
M'Baku crossed his arms. "Ladies, too, but all men are encouraged to call in with their questions. Besides..." The leader of Jabari Tribe gestured a pregnant woman across the pathway. "I have one on the way."
Erik smirked. "Be proud of your legacy, man. I'll be back."
Just as the front door opened, confetti, balloons, and a four foot long birthday cake with your name on it approached you on an automatic cart (courtesy of Shuri).
"What the..."
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @uzumaki-rebellion ! Thanks for being the Best!"
Your eyes watered as Erik grabbed a megaphone. "Okay everyone! I know it's late, but Wakanda's Block party begins now! Six feet distancing!"
Everyone laughed it off as Yani took the megaphone from him. "It's your turn with our little one, Mister!" She whispered. Her attention returned to you and the rest of the crowd. "Party Time! First things first, many of your readers have some questions about your series. I will do the honors in reading them, word for word..."♥️
I hope you had an incredible one! Stay Sweet and beautiful!
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Books of 2019
The annual book round up! Last year, my goal was 80 books and I read 113, and this year I inched it up to 90 and wound up reading 124. I didn’t super love a lot of books this year, but I reread a ton of books (like TRC, AFTG, and all of Jane Austen) and I borrowed a lot from the library, so overall I’m pleased with my reading year.
But here I’ve bolded my top 19 books and italicized my 10 honorable mentions, as well as struck through my bottom 5 that I managed to finish.
Last Night with the Earl (The Devils of Dover #2) - Kelly Bowen
From Out in the Cold - LA Witt
Rough Terrain (Out of Uniform #7) - Annabeth Albert
The Well of Ascension (Mistborn #2) - Brandon Sanderson
Famous in a Small Town - Emma Mills
Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
King of Scars (Nikolai Duology #1) - Leigh Bardugo
Wicked Saints (Something Dark and Holy #1) - Emily A Duncan
Get Money: Live the Life You Want, Not Just the Life You Can Afford - Kristin Wong
Heartstopper: Volume 1 - Alice Oseman
Fence, Vol. 1 (Fence #1-4) - CS Pascat
The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air #2) - Holly Black
99 Percent Mine - Sally Thorne
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
The Proposal (The Wedding Date #2) - Jasmine Guillory
Fence, Vol. 2 (Fence #5-8) - CS Pascat
The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon
Mansfield Park - Jane Austen
An Unseen Attraction (Sins of the Cities #1) - KJ Charles
An Unnatural Vice (Sins of the Cities #2) - KJ Charles
An Unsuitable Heir (Sins of the Cities #3) - KJ Charles
The Hero of Ages (Mistborn #3) - Brandon Sanderson
Starless - Jacqueline Carey
Fake Out (Fake Boyfriend #1) - Eden Finley
Trick Play (Fake Boyfriend #2) - Eden Finley
Deke (Fake Boyfriend #3) - Eden Finley
Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4) - Eden Finley
The Trouble With Dukes (Windham Brides #1) - Grace Burrowes
Too Scot to Handle (Windham Brides #2) - Grace Burrowes
No Other Duke Will Do (Windham Brides #3) - Grace Burrowes
A Rogue of Her Own (Windham Brides #4) - Grace Burrowes
Northanger Abbey - Jane Austen
Unwritten Law (Steele Brothers #1) - Eden Finley
My One and Only Duke (Rogues to Riches #1) - Grace Burrowes
When a Duchess Says I Do (Rogues to Riches #2) - Grace Burrowes
Arctic Sun (Frozen Hearts #1) - Annabeth Albert
Autoboyography - Christina Lauren
American Dreamer (Dreamers #1) - Adriana Herrera
Alanna: The First Adventure (Song of the Lioness #1) - Tamora Pierce
Bridal Boot Camp (Little Bridge Island #0.5) - Meg Cabot
Emma - Jane Austen
Bloom - Kevin Panetta
The 5th Gender - GL Carriger
Fix Her Up (Hot and Hammered #1) - Tessa Bailey
Arctic Wild (Frozen Hearts #2) - Annabeth Albert
The Friend Zone - Abby Jimenez
Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
The Foxhole Court (All For The Game #1) - Nora Sakavic
The Raven King (All For The Game #2) - Nora Sakavic
The King’s Men (All For The Game #3) - Nora Sakavic
Captive Prince (Captive Prince #1) - CS Pacat
The Unhoneymooners - Christina Lauren
Persuasion - Jane Austen
Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating - Christina Lauren
My Favorite Half-Night Stand - Christina Lauren
Counterpoint (Twisted Wishes #2) - Anna Zabo
Prince’s Gambit (Captive Prince #2) - CS Pacat
Building Forever (This Time Forever #1) - Kelly Jensen
Renewing Forever (This Time Forever #2) - Kelly Jensen
Chasing Forever (This Time Forever #3) - Kelly Jensen
Heartstopper: Volume 2 - Alice Oseman
Sorcery of Thorns - Margaret Rogerson (OwlCrate)
A Rogue by Night (The Devils of Dover #3) - Kelly Bowen
Love and Other Words - Christina Lauren
Between the Devil and the Duke (Season for Scandal #3) - Kelly Bowen
Kings Rising (Captive Prince #3) - CS Pacat
Counting Fence Posts (Counting #1) - Kelly Jensen
Lumber Jacked (Rainbow Cove #3) - Annabeth Albert
You Must Not Miss - Katrina Leno
Reverb (Twisted Wishes #3) - Anna Zabo
The Wedding Party (The Wedding Date #3) - Jasmine Guillory
This Adventure Ends - Emma Mills
Game Changer (Game Changers #1) - Rachel Reid
Heated Rivalry (Game Changers #2) - Rachel Reid
Him (Him #1) - Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy
Us (Him #2) - Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy
Meet Cute: Some People Are Destined to Meet - Jennifer L Armentrout (and others)
The Bone Houses - Emily Lloyd-Jones
Good Boy (WAGS #1) - Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy
Fence, Vol. 3 (Fence #9-12) - CS Pacat
Spin the Dawn (The Blood of Stars #1) - Elizabeth Lim (OwlCrate)
Reticence (Custard Protocol #4) - Gail Carriger
The Lost and Found - Katrina Leno
Twice in a Blue Moon - Christina Lauren
Stay (WAGS #2) - Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy
The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses #1) - Cassandra Clare and Wesley Chu
The Bride Test (The Kiss Quotient #2) - Helen Hoang
Shades of Magic, Vol. 1: The Steel Prince - VE Schwab
The Raven Boys (The Raven Cycle #1) - Maggie Stiefvater
Pumpkinheads - Rainbow Rowell
Arctic Heat (Frozen Hearts #3) - Annabeth Albert
No Judgments (Little Bridge Island #1) - Meg Cabot
The Conscious Closet - Elizabeth L Cline
Taboo for You (Love and Family #1) - Anyta Sunday
Made for You (Love and Family #2) - Anyta Sunday
Happy for You (Love and Family #3) - Anyta Sunday
Queen of Air and Darkness (The Dark Artifices #3) - Cassandra Clare
Tunnel of Bones (Cassidy Blake #2) - Victoria Schwab
Wayward Son (Simon Snow #2) - Rainbow Rowell
The Right Swipe (Modern Love #1) - Alisha Rai
The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle #2) - Maggie Stiefvater
The Music of What Happens - Bill Konigsberg
Blue Lily, Lily Blue (The Raven Cycle #3) - Maggie Stiefvater
Call Down the Hawk (Dreamer Trilogy #1) - Maggie Stiefvater
Now Entering Addamsville - Francesca Zappia
Always the Groomsman - Raleigh Ruebins
Mr. Right Now - Annabeth Albert
Get a Life, Chloe Brown (The Brown Sisters #1) - Talia Hibbert
Finally Falling (Rose Falls #1) - Raleigh Ruebins
My Winter Family (Rose Falls #2) - Raleigh Ruebins
Champagne Kiss (Rose Falls #3) - Raleigh Ruebins
Spring for Me (Rose Falls #4) - Raleigh Ruebins
Summer Secret (Rose Falls #5) - Raleigh Ruebins
A Boyfriend for Christmas - Jay Northcote
Mr Frosty Pants (Home for the Holidays #1) - Leta Blake
The Starless Sea - Erin Morgenstern
The Soldier’s Scoundrel (The Turner Series #1) - Cat Sebastian
Rainbow Place (Rainbow Place #1) - Jay Northcote
Safe Place (Rainbow Place #2) - Jay Northcote
Better Place (Rainbow Place #3) - Jay Northcote
Mud and Lace (Rainbow Place #4) - Jay Northcote
Where Love Grows - Jay Northcote
A Family for Christmas - Jay Northcote
Amelia’s Notebook (Amelia’s Notebooks #1) - Marissa Moss
Nothing Special - Jay Northcote
The Alloy of Law (Mistborn #4, The Alloy Era #1) - Brandon Sanderson
DNF
Legendary (Caraval #2) - Stephanie Garber
The Lonely Hearts Hotel - Heather O’Neill
Into the Crooked Place (Into the Crooked Place #1) - Alexandra Christo
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• january book recommendations
This one is for fans of A Court of Thorns and Roses. You know, stories where young girls are either swept away into another magical world or are already in a magical world where they fall into a complicated, longing, totally hit you in the feels and make you cry because you wish you had a boyfriend/girlfriend like their love interest, etc, etc. If you've devoured the entire ACOTAR series and want more books similar to it, just keep reading. We hope we can help you find your next addition to your TBR list:
1. "Dorothy Must Die" by Danielle Paige
A re-telling of The Wizard of Oz with a modern twist, Dorothy Must Die is definitely one of my personal favourites. It's about a teenage girl, Amy Gumm, who is strong and defiant, despite being bullied at school and neglected by her substance-using mother. On a particularly bad stormy night, when she is once again left alone in her trailer, a tornado picks it up and transfers her to Oz. But it is not like the movies, at all; Oz is in turmoil, and it’s all because of the infamous Dorothy Gale, who is sucking all the magic and life out of it. The only way to stop her is to kill her companions; she must remove the tin woodman’s heart, steal the scarecrow’s brain, take the lion’s courage, and then - Dorothy must die.
2. “Stealing Snow” by Danielle Paige
Another marvelous read by Danielle Paige where she dives back into the world of magical lands and dangerous, villainous rulers. This time, it’s about a girl called Snow, who has been locked up in an asylum most of her life for trying to walk through a mirror as a child. Despite her bleak life, Snow falls in love with Bale, a troubled boy with a catastrophic love for flames. One night, Bale is kidnapped, pulled through a portal into a world she’d been dreaming of, and the only way to save him is to escape from Whittaker and journey into a magical world that has been waiting for the day she would return. There she meets many allies and even manages to catch two intriguing boy’s eyes. She must learn to control and harness her magical powers into deadly weapons to fulfill the prophecy and defeat her father, the king. But in a world of treacherous magic, who can Snow really trust?
3. “Red Queen” by Victoria Aveyard
This is more in league with the likes of the Hunger Games in certain ways, but it’s based in a fantasy world and had so many similarities to ACOTAR that I couldn’t not add it to the list. Plus I really love it.
This is a story about Mare Barrow, a girl who has red blood in a world dominated by those who have silver blood. The silvers are royalty, with their powerful abilities they outrank the reds. But Mare is something different, something rare and unheard of: she discovers she is a red with powers. She can summon lightening. To ensure nobody gets wind of this, she is disguised as a long lost Silver princess by the royals and is taught the ways of being a princess. Conflicted by her emotions for two prince brothers, one fiery and passionate, the other calm and collected, Mare struggles to navigate her new life and must be wary of who she can trust; there are deceivers everywhere.
4. “Heartless” by Marissa Meyer
The first book on this list I haven’t actually read yet, but it is definitely on my TBR list, and here’s why it should be on your’s too:
“Heartless” tells the story of the girl Catherine was long before she was known as the cruel, - ironically - heartless Queen of Hearts. She was the most coveted, admired girl in Wonderland, and one certain unmarried king even had his eyes set on her. But Catherine wants nothing to do with becoming queen; she aspires to open a bakery and sell delicious treats. Her mother, however, doesn’t support her dreams and instead forces her into going to a ball where she is supposed to receive a marriage proposal from the king.
Instead, Catherine meets the handsome and mysterious Jest who she feels a strong attraction for. Cautious of offending the king, she enters into a secret relationship with Jest, and is determined to choose her own fate. But it seems there are others who may have different plans for her...
5. “Cinder” by Marissa Meyer
Set in the futuristic city of New Beijing, Cinder - a young cyborg and talented mechanic - is a second class citizen with a past wrapped in mysteries, and a cruel, wicked stepmother who blames her for her stepsister’s illness. Unforeseen circumstances lead her fate to become intertwined with the dashing Prince Kai’s, and she finds herself standing smack dab in the middle of an intergalactic battle and a forbidden blooming love. Uncovering secrets from her past may just be the only way to save the world’s future.
6. “The Cruel Prince” by Holly Black
This is a book I've wanted to get my hands on for a really long time now because it just sounds so intriguing and right up my alley. When their parents were murdered and they were stolen away by the faeries, Jude and her two sisters were brought to live in the High Court of the Fae. Years later when she is seventeen, Jude longs for to belong amongst the fae, but many of them despise humans and want nothing to do with them - especially the wickedest of them all, the youngest son of the King, Prince Carden.
To earn a place at Court, Jude must overcome the most dangerous task of defying Prince Carden, which leads her life to become entangled with palace intrigues and deceptions. But when a war threatens to break out among the Courts of Faerie, Jude is forced to put her own life at risk in the hopes of saving her sisters, and all faeries.
7. "Everless" by Sara Holland
This is one of my honest to God favourite fantasy novels. It's so fresh and unique and a nice change from the usual fantasy stories. In a world where time is used as currency by extracting blood and binding it to iron, and then it is consumed to add to one's lifespan, Jules Ember discovers her father is dying and must journey back to the very place she and her father had fled so many years ago: Everless. Her father needs more time, and despite having been driven out of there many moons ago after witnessing a fateful accident, she knows she must return for his sake. But returning to Everless can only bring danger to Jules, especially when she finds her heart caught between two people she thought she'd never see again.
8. "Ash Princess" by Laura Sebastian
Just six years old when her country was invaded and her mother, the Fire Queen, was killed right in front of her, Theodosia’s family, name and land were all taken by the Kaiser. For a decade she has been held captive in her own palace, having to endure much ridicule and abuse from the Kaiser and his court. So, when rhe Kaiser finally forces her to do the most heinous, unthinkable thing, she decides enough is enough. The Ash Princess has seen the fall of her people and her land - no more. She will fight back with everything she has.
9. “To Kill a Kingdom” by Alexandra Christo
A modern re-take of The Little Mermaid with a darker twist, Princess Lira is the most lethal siren of the sea; she holds the hearts of seventeen princes in her hands. But when a sudden turn of fate forces her to kill one of her own kind, her own mother - the Sea Queen - punishes her daughter by turning her into the one thing they hate most - a human. She is given until the Winter Solstice to retrieve Prince Elian’s heart and deliver it to the Sea Queen, or remain human forever.
Prince Elian finds his calling in hunting and killing sirens like Lira; unknown to him, when he rescues a woman from drowning in the ocean, she is much more dangerous than he could have ever thought. She promises to help him find the key to destroying all sirens for good, but can he really trust her?
10. “Alice In Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll
This is the first story on this list that doesn’t have any romance in it, but is instead a fresh, unique story of adventure, courage, friendship, and a little pinch of madness. It tells us about a young girl called Alice, who follows a white rabbit wearing a waist-coat and carrying a pocket watch down a rabbit hole. She finds she’s fallen into a magical, if not a bit bizarre, land called Wonderland, where a cruel Queen of Hearts rules over. Join Alice on an adventure of a lifetime, meeting strange people and animals such as The Mad Hatter, The Chesire Cat, and the Blue Caterpillar. It will only make you curiouser and curiouser...
#book recs#book recommendations#books#tbr#books to read#booklr#bookish#bibliophile#bookworm#reader#read#reading#fantasy#novels#classic#fantasy books#acotar#alice in wonderland#to kill a kingdom#stealing snow#dorothy must die#ash princess#everless#the cruel prince#cinder#heartless#red queen#marissa meyer#danielle paige#lewis carroll
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2018 was a wild ride for me. I had to move twice - willingly at first and then because our house was being sold from under us. I was in a car accident that completely totaled my car, leaving me stranded for two weeks until we could get approved for a new car. My best friend who I met through Tumblr over five years ago came to visit me for the first time ever. And I got married! Throughout all of that, I somehow managed to reach my goal of 40 books for the year (and then some). Read below the cut for the rest of my 2018 wrap-up!
Here are the 44 books I read:
A Darker Shade of Magic (V.E. Schwab)
A Gathering of Shadows (V.E. Schwab)
A Conjuring of Light (V.E. Schwab)
The Witch Doesn't Burn In This One (Amanda Lovelace)
Tonic (Staci Hart)
The Belles (Dhonielle Clayton)
Sex, Not Love (Vi Keeland)
A Little Too Late (Staci Hart)
To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Jenny Han)
Honeybee (Traci Mateer)
An Ember In The Ashes (Sabaa Tahir)
Intoxicated (Jeana E. Man)
Good Girl (Jana Aston)
Accidental Fiance (R.R. Banks)
Stuck (Logan Chance)
A Shadow Bright And Burning (Jessica Cluess)
The Virgin and The Beast (Stasia Black)
Rockaway Bride (Pippa Grant)
Bigshot Boss (Cat Carmine)
Addicted To You (Krista Ritchie)
Dirty Girl (Meghan March)
Glass Sword (Victoria Aveyard)
The Billionaire's Wake-Up-Call Girl (Annika Martin)
P.S. I Still Love You (Jenny Han)
Always And Forever, Lara Jean (Jenny Han)
Pretty Fierce (Kieran Scott)
The Girls At 17 Swann Street (Yara Zgheib)
Soft Thorns (Bridgett Devoue)
A Shameless Little Con (Meli Raine)
Labyrinth Lost (Zoraida Córdova)
A Shameless Little Lie (Meli Raine)
Dirty Neighbor (Cassie-Anne L. Miller)
Stranded (Piper Sullivan)
Undead Girl Gang (Lily Anderson)
War of Storms (Erica Cameron)
Savor You (Kristen Proby)
My Best Everything (Sarah Tomp)
Since You've Been Gone (Morgan Matson)
Vanishing Girls (Lauren Oliver)
Opal (Maggie Stiefvater)
Queen of Klutz (Samantha Garman)
Sugar and Ice (Aven Ellis)
His Package (Penelope Bloom)
Four Day Fling (Emma Hart)
And here are my top ten reads of the year:
1. A Darker Shade of Magic (V.E. Schwab)
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I put off reading this series for a while but finally bought all three of them at once and I am so glad that I did. I absolutely adored Kell and Delilah and reading of their journey together. If you’re a fan of magic and fantasy, this series is perfect for you!
2. A Gathering of Shadows (V.E. Schwab)
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3. A Conjuring of Light (V.E. Schwab)
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4. An Ember In The Ashes (Sabaa Tahir)
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I actually won a copy of this from a Goodreads giveaway (only the second I’ve ever won over the years I’ve had an account)! And it was only shortly after having added it to my wishlist. Such an interesting story and beautiful writing. I’m not entirely sure why I haven’t picked up the rest of the series yet. Hopefully I’ll get to them soon!
5. The Girls at 17 Swann Street (Yara Zgheib)
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I received a copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. I don’t know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t such beautiful writing, a heartbreaking story and great characters. It was truly wonderful to read. I highly recommend it to anyone just for the insight into eating disorders.
6. Labyrinth Lost (Zoraida Córdova)
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In all honesty, my expectations for Labyrinth Lost were too high going in. I was left with a book that turned out much differently than I thought it was going to and feeling a little bit put off. I enjoyed the writing and the characters and hope that one day revisiting it will fuel my desire to continue the series.
7. Since You’ve Been Gone (Morgan Matson)
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This book was sososo good! I thought it was going to be a quick, cute read that I liked but didn’t love. But I got so much more from it. It was funny and sad and I truly enjoyed reading it. I even cried a little at the end (ask my husband, he was there)! I highly recommend it.
8. War of Storms (Erica Cameron)
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I was given the opportunity to read this trilogy by the author and publisher. I was so excited when I was contacted to read War of Storms. This series is so unique, diverse and interesting. It so easily kept me captivated. It’s definitely worth a read!
9. The Witch Doesn't Burn In This One (Amanda Lovelace)
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Amanda Lovelace is magical. Is there really anything else to say? I loved this one as much as her first and I can’t wait to get my hands on the rest of her work. She’s a wonderful writer and I aspire to be as great as her.
10. Sex, Not Love (Vi Keeland)
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I had to throw one of the many romance novels I read into my top ten. This one was hilarious, steamy and wonderful.
2019 Goals
For 2019, I’d like to read 40 books. I want to aim for more but I don’t want to cause unneeded stress because of a number. Maybe next year! Aside from that, I’d like to read more poetry and less romance novels. I think I say that every year though and always end up right back to my smutty ways. Oh well, no regrets.
Did you reach your goals for 2018? What are your goals for the new year?
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Heyy! do you know any fanfics with Young Erik in them? I can't find that many round here...
The only two I can think off off the top of my head are Black Boys Bloom Thorns First by @uzumaki-rebellion (It’s a 4 volume series, and young Erik pops up in the 2nd one to steal your heart) and You Are Wakandan by @wakandan-smuts-forever
I’m sure there’s plenty more I can’t remember😬
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CALL OUT ONESHOT FOR @noon30ish, who is absolutely amazing. Thank you for spoiling me/hyping me up with FTC updates, you’re an incredible person and friend and the only way I can properly thank you is with oodles and oodles of fluff with our fav boys. This is one of two that I have prepared for you <3
I just want to say really quick that “Starfall” is an event from Sarah J. Maas’ book “A Court of Mist and Fury”, #2 of the “A Court of Thorns and Roses” trilogy. I wanted Viktor and Yuuri to experience it c: If you’re into YA and like fae, you should definitely read this series :D (everything under the cut is NOT a spoiler for the series)
There’s a lot more under the cut, especially a lil bit of NSFW (like, a lil bit, lil bit. Nothing is actually physically described beyond a certain point, but you know it’s happening. You know)
Yuuri leans against the railing, twirling a soft cloud of magic midnight around his finger. The party Yuuko held for tonight goes on inside the palace, the doors to the terrace the only thing separating it and Yuuri, and the stark contrast between the noise and the silence is near palpable. Yuuri can’t be more thankful for the silence. Fae of all shapes and sizes cluster in the streets far below, yelling and cheering as last minute streamers and flags are put up for the coming celebration.
He almost wishes he were down there, where he could pass unseen and watch the night sky down on the beach, but he’s waiting for someone
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri’s eyes go wide and he shoots straight to his feet. “Viktor.” he breathes.
Viktor’s in the doorway, gorgeous and beautiful and ethereal in a pink tunic and black trousers, framed by the light from the party inside. It’s fitting, Yuuri thinks. Only the heir of the Dawn Court could look so radiant in the doorway of the Night Court palace.
"I'm glad you're here." Yuuri murmurs. His smile is soft, gentle, surprisingly exactly what he feels in this beautiful, precious moment. "For a moment I thought you wouldn't be able to come."
"Keep the prince of the Night Court waiting and miss this?" Viktor smirks, but it's faint, and once he steps from the light out into the night and away from prying eyes, it softens to a tender smile. Yuuri's heart aches. "Not even for the world."
Yuuri extends his hand and Viktor takes it without hesitation, curling their fingers into their palms the moment their hands meet and threading them together, leaving little room for spaces between their hands. Even with his glamour up, Viktor is radiating in the moonlight, soft and gentle like a star in the night sky Yuuri loves.
"It should start soon." Yuuri says, looking up at the stars. There isn't a lot out tonight, but the few that are twinkle down at him, glittering like diamonds in a midnight sea, swimming in the cosmos. A few wink out of sight, leaving less and less in the black expanse, and as they disappear the void-black sky darkens until all that's left is the North Star.
Viktor looks, too. "Where are they going?"
"You'll see." Yuuri smiles again, warmer and brighter now that Viktor is here and right beside him. He squeezes his hand. "They'll be back."
Viktor squeezes back, and it's the most sure thing Yuuri's felt in weeks, all the more so when Viktor doesn't lighten his grip on his hand. He breathes in, feels his chest expand, and, surprisingly, the breath he lets out comes easy and breathless. It's a far cry from what it had been mere hours before and Yuuri knows, he knows exactly why.
"You are the first outside the Night Court to see this." Yuuri tells him as even the North Star fades and the ensuing darkness blankets the world around them. Part of him hopes this is okay - that, even after everything they’ve shared, Viktor won't shy away from him after seeing this, won't shy away from his home, his people. He knows it's ridiculous, but he can't help it. This event is such a huge part of his people's history and their lives and it leaves him vulnerable and aching to be showing this to anyone -
"I'm honored to be here." Viktor says, already full of awe even though nothing has really happened yet, and the vulnerability gives way to a deeper intimacy Yuuri hadn't realized ever existed. His heart pounds, his chest aches, but he's smiling - he's smiling so hard and when Viktor notices, his smile only grows all the wider.
"I'm glad you are." Yuuri whispers.
The party behind them falls silent and the lamps flicker out, dying one by one all over the city until it's pitch black and silent, broken only by the cresting waves hitting Hasetsu's beach far off by the docks, barely visible in the dark night.
Viktor's eyes are striking in the midnight darkness and Yuuri knows just from the way they crinkle that Viktor's smiling, he's smiling so warmly and beautifully and Yuuri chokes on the emotion balling in his throat because that's all aimed at him - him and him alone, and it's not until the first comet appears and the city erupts into cheers that Viktor looks up at the sky.
One by one, stars gather and glide over the sky until stars and comets by the hundreds soar from one end to the other, igniting the night into a canvas of green and blue and gold. Viktor gasps, eyes wide and incredulous as more and more stars join in, his face illuminated with light as the stars fly and crash and tumble from the heavens, falling to the earth, others flying out of sight beyond the horizon.
Yuuri's smile blooms, captivated by the sight, and it isn't until Viktor looks at him that he realizes he's been staring at his betrothed all this time rather than the flying stars. Heat burns his cheeks but Yuuri doesn't look away. "We call it Starfall." he explains. Viktor gasps and looks back at the stars. Yuuri looks up, shuts his eyes. He can still see the stars behind his eyelids, feel their glow touching his skin, and his shoulders relax and ease with every passing glimmer.
"What are they?" Viktor whispers. He squeezes his hand at the same moment Yuuri squeezes his. Yuuri blushes and opens his eyes, catches Viktor staring at him with such tenderness that he can't help but lick his dry lips and duck his head, shy.
"No one knows. There are a lot of theories." Yuuri smoothes down his blue tunic, plays with the silver tassels on his chest. Viktor's stare only grows all the more tangible and Yuuri's sure his skin is electrified by the way the hairs on his arms are standing on end.
"What do you think?" Viktor asks, genuinely inquisitive and curious, and he turns so he's facing Yuuri more. He's so close now, Yuuri feels the space between them like it's a physical thing, and he swallows thickly. He wants to close the distance, press their bodies together, touch him and feel every smooth line and twitch of his skin under his fingers as they watch the stars.
"I," he says instead, looking at the handrail guarding the terrace. He reaches out, touches the smooth stone. "I think they're spirits just wanting to go home."
Viktor's silent for a while, but when he does speak it's soft and there's a warmth present that makes Yuuri's cheeks burn all the way to his ears. "Where do you think their home is?"
Home. That impossible, intangible thing.
The answer comes easy. "I think it's where their heart is."
Cheers erupt from the city center as a dance starts up, color staining the cobbled streets from where falling stars have hit the earth like paint splattering a canvas. The stars race over the glowing sky in packs of thousands, now, the world illuminated in a sea-green palette and only darkened by the night beyond.
Viktor's still staring at him, eyes unreadable yet Yuuri knows exactly what he's thinking. "What about the ones that hit the ground?"
"They haven't found their home yet." The answers are still easy. He turns, meets Viktor halfway. Their joined hands fold and straighten until their palms are pressed together and they meet each other finger to finger, spread to match. Their free hands find each other as Yuuri steps close until they're chest to chest. "They are reborn until they find it."
His breath hitches when Viktor leans close. "Have you found yours?"
Yuuri's left breathless and his heart pounds, aches, tries to escape its cage. He stares up into the striking blue staring intent yet *afraid*, of all things, right back at him, as if Viktor's the one with his heart on the line and afraid Yuuri will say no -
Oh.
Yuuri's world doesn't shift when he realizes because, long, long ago, it already had. The center of his world is already staring right at him, vulnerable and afraid and heartbreakingly beautiful with the light of the stars glowing against his skin, and Yuuri knows, he knows now, that Viktor's own perceptions of the world and all the things in it are now pinned right where Yuuri stands, pinpointed directly in Yuuri's left breast. Viktor is Yuuri's world - but now, Yuuri knows, he is also Viktor's.
Yuuri reaches up, cradles Viktor's cheek with the softest of touches, and he swallows at the thick emotion threatening to break through his composure and the hot warmth blooming in his heart like a flower. It warms him right to the tips of his fingers and the tips his toes, crackling through his very bones and settling in like it was always meant to be there. Viktor's breath hitches, chokes.
"I'm staring right at it." Yuuri whispers, and brushes Viktor's bangs from his eyes.
Viktor presses his lips together and water sparkles in his eyes, chin wavering. He's beautiful, Yuuri thinks. "You're my heart and my home and I will follow you for all eternity, even across the stars."
Viktor lets out the smallest, most heart-wrenching sob Yuuri's ever heard. He's still beautiful, even as tears fall from his eyes and his face twists in an attempt to hold it all back, eyes glistening a bright, bright blue tinged with white-gold. Yuuri thumbs his cheek, smiles warmly when Viktor presses his cheek into his palm and squeezes their hands.
"I love you." Yuuri says, and it's so easing to say, so incredible, he can't hold back the emotion anymore and tears brim in his eyes, but he's smiling wide. "I love you."
Even knowing Viktor feels the same about him, it doesn't prepare Yuuri for the way Viktor chokes out, "I love you" in turn, or how his whole being, body and soul, lightens to an impossible degree until the only thing telling him he's not flying is the stable ground beneath his feet.
Viktor laughs, laughs, pulls Yuuri close and presses their foreheads together, their bodies molding and slotting together perfectly. "I love you." he whispers. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Marry me."
A fresh wave of tears runs from Yuuri's eyes and he laughs, wipes the water from his cheeks. "We're already engaged, though."
"Marry me."
A star splatters on the terrace not three feet from them but they're too wrapped up in each other to notice, to really care as more stars fall at their feet and hit the stone railing, splattering onto their boots and their clothes and even their cheeks.
"I will." Yuuri says, and loses himself in the warmth of Viktor's kisses.
Viktor pushes him down into feathersoft sheets.
They've shed their tunics and kicked off their boots and now it's just their trousers separating them. Hands touch the other's skin, memorizing each and every little detail with gentle strokes and tender caresses. Their mouths meet and it's like lightning when they do, every hair and fibre of their bodies igniting with fire and warmth and love, so much love, until it threatens to burst from their skin.
Viktor's eyes never stray from Yuuri's as he coaxes his trousers off with gentle pushes down his hips, not even when he pulls them off and leaves Yuuri completely naked under him.Yuuri's blushing, completely pinpointed on the warm blues staring at him, and he reaches up to cradle Viktor's face in his hands. They come close, meet again in the softest of kisses. Butterflies flutter in Yuuri's gut and it's not until Viktor's naked, too, that he pulls him in, keeps him locked between his thighs.
The fire only erupts the moment their hot skin brush together. Their glamour evaporates, their magic collides, and the room fills with a swirling cosmos of darkness and light, night and dawn. Their bodies radiate the full might of the magic they keep locked inside their skin, creating constellations and worlds between them with every kiss, every touch they share, and it's not until Yuuri moans out and his darkness shimmers that Viktor's light glows, and he becomes a bright star making love to the night sky he inhabits, illuminates, loves.
There's a crown of stars on Yuuri's brow and a purple cosmos haloed around Viktor's the next morning. They shine brighter than any universe they've ever known except together.
#i have an entire plot in mind for this#but i held back because this would've become a multi-chap monster otherwise#ily noon#go edit ftc#yuri on ice#;)#shattered writes#noon30ish <3
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🍹 just fuck me up
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Book abandoned at his side, cast to sit half-open upon the bench on which he sat, Antonin watched the black wolf as he stalked along the length of his temporary kingdom; were he not so soon to be dethroned, he might have been magnificent. But kings slipping silently from their thrones were not magnificent - they were tragic. Pathetic, embarrassments - the ghost of what might have been pity tap-tapped upon his ribs as he watched, its snide cousin turning up the corners of his lips. The rest of the room seemed to find no absentminded pleasure in the display; perhaps the lackadaisical squabble Hogwarts called Dueling Club was a commonplace sight, not something worth watching with hawk’s eyes and predatory teeth raring to tear the flesh of pretender-kings. Such a display at home would have been regarded with intense fervor - but perhaps this was what put him here in the first place, sitting in the wings, watching the great king stalk his skittish prey.
“A fifth year, Black?” the words escaped him against his own volition; the bastard child of vitriol and cynicism turned his tongue acidic, mocking, “Is this what passes as a challenge?” Steel voice carried, though the air was still; wandering eyes, which once had little direction amidst the rabble that filled the hall, locked upon the two wolves, the two kings with gilded crowns who sat atop opposite thrones. Antonin remained reclined as his opponent’s eyes turned sideways, locked upon his virulent visage; though most would wither like dried petals beneath such a gaze, he felt his thorns grow sharper, his claws dig deeper. He feared very little - the pretender-king would find an impassible challenge in him.
But how he desired the challenge, how it boiled the blood at the base of his spine; though his time spent within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts had been brief, he’d found plenty reason to sink hungry teeth into the obvious dislike that bloomed from Cygnus Black’s every breath. He exuded challenge, breathed conflict - and Antonin was nothing if not a blade to be clashed. And did he not deserve to oust the pretender, the weaker wolf, from his parapet? Did he not deserve to indulge the need for worship, which could be so acutely satisfied by the great nothings who populated Cygnus Black’s kingdom?
Did they not see, as he lounged here, fingers drumming atop concealed wand, languid beneath the gaze of his challenger, that their true heir had arrived? Did they not see his teeth?
How big your teeth are, Russian wolf.
“Hardly,” Cygnus called, “Though I’ve no doubt you would not know the difference.”
All the better to eat you with, king of dogs.
The crowd, in biblical fashion, parted - the path between the rival wolves was unobstructed now, save a stray scrap of paper on which a series of bets had been scrawled. Even from afar, Antonin could see that dear Cygnus had resided at the top of every bracket - though the competition was underwhelming at best. It was something akin to pitting a lion against a lamb; the real test of true prowess would come should Cygnus find himself brave enough to match a true opponent.
“Would I not?” he stood, pressed and crisp, all hard lines and radiating heat, with a click of held breath from the crowd about; oh, how he desired to spill his secrets, to pull the scales from Cygnus’s eyes so he could see - but perhaps he already knew. A moment such as this, mere months before, had earned him the reputation that sat gilded upon his shoulders today; did Cygnus see the label beneath the jewels? Murderer - proud murderer. Skilled killer. They’d all thought it had been an accident; his mother had seen to the legitimacy of the ruse at the onset. But Cygnus was made of the same mettle as he - as much as he was loath to admit it - and surely would see the truth behind the mask.
An opponent worthy of Antonin’s mettle, of his reputation for swift and unadulterated horror, Cygnus looked upon him as he stood, descending the stands and leaving his book (The Art of War - appropriate enough) unattended; contact between equally sharp gazes remained unbroken as Antonin shrugged his jacket from over broad shoulders, letting it drape unaffectedly in the lap of a blonde Ravenclaw who watched with rapt attention. He was a horror show - the sort of thing one simply could not look away from. Did she know the terror for which he was known? Did she know that this was his arena to command?
Antonin spoke again as polished shoes found stone; slipped into his pocket with absent swiftness, he pulled his wand from his pocket, and stood stock still. “A convincing display, this schooling of a child,” he glanced to the fifth year, who’d gone lily-white and now stood half hidden behind Cygnus, as if he’d find protection there, “Though my skepticism remains. Why not match with an opponent your own size? Are there none available to spar with?” The condescension in Antonin’s every breath dripped venom; even the dimmest of them all could hear it, even in his simplest words. This was the sound of a glorious challenge - one that any of his comrades at Durmstrang would have taken in stride. Surely the lily-pale sensibilities of the Brits would pale in comparison.
Cygnus was at his wand again, gripping with thick fingers and knuckles that seemed to have never known a bruise. Antonin could not imagine him lifting a finger. His shoulders seemed to straighten, broaden, an animal threatened by an outlander at the mouth of its den. At the door to the hall, a small gaggle of students slipped between the doors, just ajar and letting in the obtrusive light of the corridor outside; it was dangerous to be here, to take arms in light of the ‘tragedy’ that befell Durmstrang just months before - anyone could see him here, anyone could behold him here.
But the only audience which warranted captivating was the one standing before him, with ready eyes and wand angled upward. The audience who, with harsh voice entirely befitting of the tension that hung between them, spoke with a pointed step forward. “You try my patience,” no matter the brimstone upon the tip of his tongue, Cygnus remained stoic - as if speaking as master to student; it prodded at the dark companion which always sat perched atop Antonin’s shoulder, whispering bloody nothings into his ear. It screamed to pounce, to tear at his black-collared throat, to spill his heart upon the stone as he’d done to the boy at Durmstrang.
A boy whose name he could not remember - Cygnus Black would be forgotten just as easily.
“Do I?” a snarl loosed from his tongue - the great Russian wolf’s stoicism was beginning to reach the end of its life. A great, bounding step forward, and he was within reaching distance of his opponent, who bristled at the close proximity. At his side, his knuckles were white; he could smell violence upon Cygnus’s breath, dark and permeating as a bleeding pomegranate - and so he took another step. He was not the sort to posture, not like to wave his skill in the face of every opponent, but there were few to deserved it. And though he’d known dear Cygnus Black for mere months, there were few more deserving than he. “Shall we test your patience further?” he muttered, for he was now close enough to feel almost intimate in his hate, “Shall I show you how it is meant to be done?”
A scoff, “Shall I make you my whipping boy?”
“Shall I make you my dog?”
Wands flew upward in tandem, Antonin’s arm extended, prepared to strike as a coiled viper. Cygnus seemed to stretch upward in size, a shadow through which only horrors passed - it was doubtless that they were matched, and perhaps this was what made him such a delicious conquer. He could see it now - conquered Black slinking home to lament the prowess of the Russian king; his rightful place after swift coup d’etat was upon the golden throne on which Cygnus sat, unworthy and undeserving. (But they were the same - they were matched - they were cruel kings carved from the same block of gleaming marble. It was no mistake, however, that one of the two was simply better.) Teeth bared, eyes aflame with the utmost vitriol, Antonin drew in a breath of brimstone and venom - but the slamming of heavy, and suddenly open, doors upon the stone walls stopped the both of them at the throat. Into the hall poured a small gaggle of professors, eyes upon Antonin as if he might burst to flame at any moment. Away, away! They called, shooing them apart as one shoos embers from a hearth. Back, back! The horror on their faces was evident - they knew of Antonin’s capabilities; it made him unquestionably smug to see that they’d all foreseen Cygnus demolished.
This knowledge made him smile - as his arm fell to his side, he cast Cygnus a pitying glance, a snide smirk entailing all he so wished the other boy knew. A sturdy hand gripped his arm, as another took Cygnus, pulling them apart - he could hardly hear the scolding tone of the professors, for his knowing visage burned with far too much satisfaction to care.
And so he blew dear Cygnus Black a kiss. A promise - a guarantee of business unfinished.
#[ cygnus. ]#[ ask meme: drink asks ]#[ headcanon. ]#[ drabble. ]#INHALES#F RICKNG ALIVE RIGHT NOW#cygnusblck
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YA & NA Contemporary Reads for Valentine’s Day
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before - Jenny Han // Lara Jean has never openly admitted her crushes, but instead wrote each boy a letter about how she felt, sealed it, and hid it in a box under her bed. But one day Lara Jean discovers that somehow her secret box of letters has been mailed, causing all her crushes from her past to confront her about the letters.
P.S. I Still Love You - Jenny Han // Lara Jean didn’t expect to really fall for Peter. She and Peter were just pretending. Except suddenly they weren’t. Now Lara Jean is more confused than ever.
When another boy from her past returns to her life, Lara Jean’s feelings for him return too. Can a girl be in love with two boys at once?
Anna and the French Kiss - Stephanie Perkins // Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris--until she meets Étienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, beautiful, Étienne has it all...including a serious girlfriend.
Lola and the Boy Next Door - Stephanie Perkins // Lola Nolan is a budding costume designer, and for her, the more outrageous, sparkly, and fun the outfit, the better. And everything is pretty perfect in her life (right down to her hot rocker boyfriend) until the Bell twins, Calliope and Cricket, return to the neighborhood. When Cricket, a gifted inventor, steps out from his twin sister's shadow and back into Lola's life, she must finally reconcile a lifetime of feelings for the boy next door.
Isla and the Happily Ever After - Stephanie Perkins // Hopeless romantic Isla has had a crush on introspective cartoonist Josh since their first year at the School of America in Paris. And after a chance encounter in Manhattan over the summer, romance might be closer than Isla imagined. But as they begin their senior year back in France, Isla and Josh are forced to confront the challenges every young couple must face, including family drama, uncertainty about their college futures, and the very real possibility of being apart.
My Life Next Door - Huntley Fitzpatrick // The Garretts are everything the Reeds are not. Loud, messy, affectionate. And every day from her rooftop perch, Samantha Reed wishes she was one of them . . . until one summer evening, Jase Garrett climbs up next to her and changes everything.
Better Off Friends - Elizabeth Eulberg // For Macallan and Levi, it was friends at first sight. Everyone says guys and girls can’t be just friends, but these two are. They are platonic and happy that way.They can’t help but wonder . . . are they more than friends or are they better off without making it even more complicated?
Wait For You - Jennifer L. Armentrout // Traveling thousands of miles from home to enter college is the only way nineteen-year-old Avery Morgansten can escape what happened at the Halloween party five years ago—an event that forever changed her life. All she needs to do is make it to her classes on time, make sure the bracelet on her left wrist stays in place, not draw any attention to herself, and maybe—please God—make a few friends, because surely that would be a nice change of pace. The one thing she didn’t need and never planned on was capturing the attention of the one guy who could shatter the precarious future she’s building for herself.
A Little Something Different - Sandy Hall // The creative writing teacher, the delivery guy, the local Starbucks baristas, his best friend, her roommate, and the squirrel in the park all have one thing in common—they believe that Gabe and Lea should get together. But somehow even when nothing is going on, something is happening between them, and everyone can see it
Royally Screwed - Emma Chase // Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco , grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. Nicholas has to decide who he is and, more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
Summer Days and Summer Nights - Stephanie Perkins // Maybe it's the long, lazy days, or maybe it's the heat making everyone a little bit crazy. Whatever the reason, summer is the perfect time for love to bloom. Summer Days & Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories, written by twelve bestselling young adult writers and edited by the international bestselling author Stephanie Perkins, will have you dreaming of sunset strolls by the lake.
Just One Day - Gayle Forman // Allyson Healey's life is exactly like her suitcase—packed, planned, ordered. Then on the last day of her three-week post-graduation European tour, she meets Willem. A free-spirited, roving actor, Willem is everything she’s not, and when he invites her to abandon her plans and come to Paris with him, Allyson says yes. This uncharacteristic decision leads to a day of risk and romance, liberation and intimacy: 24 hours that will transform Allyson’s life.
Just One Year - Gayle Forman // When he opens his eyes, Willem doesn’t know where in the world he is—Prague or Dubrovnik or back in Amsterdam. All he knows is that he is once again alone, and that he needs to find a girl named Lulu. They shared one magical day in Paris, and something about that day—that girl—makes Willem wonder if they aren’t fated to be together. He travels all over the world, from Mexico to India, hoping to reconnect with her. But as months go by and Lulu remains elusive, Willem starts to question if the hand of fate is as strong as he’d thought.
The Sun is Also a Star - Nicola Yoon // Follow Natasha, a girl who believes in science and facts, as she meets Daniel, a dutiful son and dreamer, as they spend a single day together in New York - and try to stop Natasha’s family from being deported to Jamacia.
Everything Everything - Nicola Yoon // My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla. But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. His name is Olly. Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster
Beneath Wandering Stars - Ashlee Cowles // After her soldier brother is horribly wounded in Afghanistan, Gabriela must honor the vow she made: If anything ever happened to him, she would walk the Camino de Santiago through Spain, making a pilgrimage in his name. The worst part is that the promise stipulates that she must travel with her brother's best friend--a boy she has despised all her life.
Isn’t She Lovely - Lauren Layne // Stephanie Kendrick gave up her whole summer to ace her NYU film school screenwriting course, so she's pissed to be stuck with a preppy, spoiled frat boy as her writing partner. Then again, with her piercings, black-rimmed eyes, and Goth wardrobe, Stephanie isn't exactly Ethan Price's type, either. He's probably got his eye on some leggy blonde with a trust fund... or does he?
Catch a Falling Star - Kim Culbertson // Nothing ever happens in Little, CA. Which is just the way Carter Moon likes it. But when Hollywood arrives to film a movie starring former child star turned PR mess Adam Jakes, everything changes. Carter's town becomes a giant glittery set and, much to her annoyance, everyone is starry-eyed for Adam. Carter seems to be the only girl not falling all over herself to get a glimpse of him. Which apparently makes her perfect for the secret offer of a lifetime: playing the role of Adam's girlfriend while he's in town, to improve his public image, in exchange for a hefty paycheck.
The Hating Game - Sally Thorne // Lucy Hutton and Joshua Templeman hate each other. Not dislike. Not begrudgingly tolerate. Hate. And they have no problem displaying their feelings through a series of ritualistic passive aggressive maneuvers as they sit across from each other, executive assistants to co-CEOs of a publishing company. Now up for the same promotion, their battle of wills has come to a head and Lucy refuses to back down when their latest game could cost her her dream job…But the tension between Lucy and Joshua has also reached its boiling point, and Lucy is discovering that maybe she doesn’t hate Joshua. And maybe, he doesn’t hate her either. Or maybe this is just another game.
Wanderlost - Jen Malone // Aubree’s ready for a chilled-out summer at home in Ohio, until she finds herself taking over her sister’s job as a tour guide…in Europe. Things fall apart almost immediately, and when the tour company owner’s son comes along for the ride and steals Aubree’s heart, keeping up the ruse of being her own sister becomes the hardest challenge of all.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Jennifer E. Smith // Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan's life. Having missed her flight, she's stuck at JFK airport and late to her father's second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon-to-be stepmother Hadley's never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport's cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he's British, and he's sitting in her row. A long night on the plane passes in the blink of an eye, and Hadley and Oliver lose track of each other in the airport chaos upon arrival. Can fate intervene to bring them together once more?
The Geography of You and Me - Jennifer E. Smith // Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they’re rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and—finally—a reunion in the city where they first met.
P.S. I Like You - Kasie West // While spacing out in chemistry class, Lily scribbles some of her favorite song lyrics onto her desk. The next day, she finds that someone has continued the lyrics on the desk and added a message to her. Soon, Lily and her anonymous pen pal are exchanging full-on letters—sharing secrets, recommending bands, and opening up to each other. Lily realizes she’s kind of falling for this letter writer. Only, who is he?
On the Fence - Kasie West // For sixteen-year-old Charlotte Reynolds, aka Charlie, being raised by a single dad and three older brothers has its perks. She can outrun, outscore, and outwit every boy she knows—including her longtime neighbor and honorary fourth brother, Braden. But when it comes to being a girl, Charlie doesn't know the first thing about anything. To cope with the stress of faking her way through this new world of makeup, lacy skirts, and BeDazzlers , Charlie seeks late-night refuge in her backyard, talking out her problems with Braden by the fence that separates them. But their Fence Chats can't solve Charlie's biggest problem: she's falling for Braden. Hard.
Since You’ve Been Gone - Morgan Matson // It was Sloane who yanked Emily out of her shell and made life 100% interesting. But right before what should have been the most epic summer, Sloane just…disappears. All she leaves behind is a to-do list. Emily now has this unexpected summer, and the help of Frank Porter (totally unexpected), to check things off Sloane's list. Who knows what she’ll find?
Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit - Jaye Robin Brown // Joanna Gordon has been out and proud for years, but when her popular radio evangelist father remarries and decides to move all three of them from Atlanta to the more conservative Rome, Georgia, he asks Jo to do the impossible: to lie low for the rest of her senior year. And Jo reluctantly agrees. Things get complicated when she meets Mary Carlson, the oh-so-tempting sister of her new friend at school.
Far From You - Tess Sharpe // After a painful car accident led to a dangerous OxyContin addiction, Sophie’s fought every day to get and remain clean. When someone plants drugs on Sophie after the death of her best friend Mina, everyone assumes that Sophie fell back into her destructive habits and took Mina down with her. Only she knows that Mina’s murder wasn’t a drug deal gone wrong, and only she can stop the killer.
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz // Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.
History is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera // When Griffin’s first love and ex-boyfriend, Theo, dies in a drowning accident, his universe implodes. Even though Theo had moved to California for college and started seeing Jackson, Griffin never doubted Theo would come back to him when the time was right. But now, the future he’s been imagining for himself has gone far off course. To make things worse, the only person who truly understands his heartache is Jackson. But no matter how much they open up to each other, Griffin’s downward spiral continues.
I’ll Give You the Sun - Jandy Nelson // Jude and her twin brother, Noah, are incredibly close. At thirteen, isolated Noah draws constantly and is falling in love with the charismatic boy next door, while daredevil Jude cliff-dives and wears red-red lipstick and does the talking for both of them. But three years later, Jude and Noah are barely speaking. Something has happened to wreck the twins in different and dramatic ways . . until Jude meets a cocky, broken, beautiful boy, as well as someone else—an even more unpredictable new force in her life.
Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour - Morgan Matson // Amy Curry is not looking forward to her summer. Her mother decided to move across the country and now it's Amy's responsibility to get their car from California to Connecticut. The only problem is, since her father died in a car accident, she isn't ready to get behind the wheel. Enter Roger. An old family friend, he also has to make the cross-country trip - and has plenty of baggage of his own. The road home may be unfamiliar - especially with their friendship venturing into uncharted territory - but together, Amy and Roger will figure out how to map their way.
The Unexpected Everything - Morgan Matson // Andie’s got a plan for her summer, just as she does for everything in life. But when it falls apart thanks to a political scandal, and she ends up spending the summer living with the last person she ever wanted to—her own father—all her carefully laid plans take turns for the unexpected, including the one she had for her heart.
Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell // Cath is a Simon Snow fan. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving. Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to. Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. For Cath, the question is: Can she do this?
Eleanor & Park - Rainbow Rowell // Set over the course of one school year, this is the story of two star-crossed sixteen-year-olds—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try.
Everything Leads to You - Nina LaCour // Emi, a girl who knows how to design a film set like no one else, but finds her love life far from cinematic. Stuck in a hot-and-cold pattern with the same girl, she begins to break the cycle when a mysterious letter from an acting legend leads her to the beautiful and unconventional Ava.
Gena/Finn - Kat Helegeson & Hannah Moskowitz // Gena and Finn, two girls in different life stages, brought together by fandom for a TV show called Up Below. While their shared love is what initially bonds them, it doesn’t take long for them to click in every other way, baring their souls to each other about their lives and loves and worlds beyond the screen. But the closer they get, the more complicated things become, especially for Finn and the boyfriend she lives with.
South of Sunshine - Dana Elmendorf // In Sunshine, Tennessee, the main event in town is Friday night football, the biggest party of the year is held in a field filled with pickup trucks, and church attendance is mandatory. For Kaycee Jean McCoy, life in Sunshine means dating guys she has no interest in, saying only “yes, ma’am” when the local bigots gossip at her mom’s cosmetics salon, and avoiding certain girls at all costs. Girls like Bren Dawson.
If I Was Your Girl - Meredith Russo // For Amanda, moving in with her father is an opportunity to start over where no one but her dad has ever known her as Andrew, and the move most certainly agrees with her: she makes new friends in no time, and it gives her and her father a chance to get to know each other again. But she also falls in love, which is something she never expected to happen, has no idea how to handle, and just may spell her downfall.
Run - Kody Keplinger // Bo’s a wild girl who does her own thing and whose parents couldn’t care less what she’s up to. Agnes is legally blind, and has parents who practically keep her prisoner in an attempt to keep her “safe” from the outside world. Despite their differences, the two become best friends…which means when Bo comes to Agnes one night on the run from the cops and asks her to leave town at her side, Agnes agrees, and the two head off on a hell of an adventure, complete with a whole lot of law-breaking.
A List of Cages - Robin Roe // When Adam Blake lands the best elective ever in his senior year, serving as an aide to the school psychologist, he thinks he’s got it made. Sure, it means a lot of sitting around, which isn’t easy for a guy with ADHD, but he can’t complain, since he gets to spend the period texting all his friends. Then the doctor asks him to track down the troubled freshman who keeps dodging her, and Adam discovers that the boy is Julian—the foster brother he hasn’t seen in five years.
You Know Me Well - Nina LaCour & David Levithan // Mark and Kate have sat next to each other for an entire year, but have never spoken. For whatever reason, their paths outside of class have never crossed.
When Kate and Mark meet up, little do they know how important they will become to each other—and how, in a very short time, they will know each other better than any of the people who are supposed to know them more.
When Kate and Mark meet up, little do they know how important they will become to each other—and how, in a very short time, they will know each other better than any of the people who are supposed to know them more.
Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli // Sixteen-year-old and not-so-openly gay Simon Spier prefers to save his drama for the school musical. But when an email falls into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into the spotlight. Now Simon is actually being blackmailed: if he doesn’t play wingman for class clown Martin, his sexual identity will become everyone’s business. Worse, the privacy of Blue, the pen name of the boy he’s been emailing, will be compromised.
Always the Last to Know - Crystal Bowling // Wearing a Maid of Honor dress that very well may cause the South to want to rise again, Jess Reynolds is prepared to walk down the aisle at her best friend's wedding. It's just that things keep getting in the way, like a sex-crazed coworker, an annoying brother-of-the-bride, and a handsome and horribly charming friend posing as the Best Man. As it turns out, Jess might just be the last one to know everything, including the workings of her own heart.
Can You Keep a Secret - Sophie Kinsella // Meet Emma Corrigan, a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, and a few little secrets: Secrets from her boyfriend: I've always thought Connor looks a bit like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken. Secrets from her mother: I lost my virginity in the spare bedroom with Danny Nussbaum while Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben-Hur. Secrets she wouldn't share with anyone in the world: I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even what it is. Until she spills them all to a handsome stranger on a plane. At least, she thought he was a stranger.…
Famous in Love - Rebecca Serle // The romantic story of a girl who gets plucked from obscurity to star in the next major feature film franchise based on a book and the ensuing love triangles she gets entangled in on—-and off screen.
Love and First Sight - Josh Sundquist // On his first day at a new school, blind sixteen-year-old Will Porter accidentally groped a girl on the stairs, sat on another student in the cafeteria, and somehow drove a classmate to tears. High school can only go up from here, right? As Will starts to find his footing, he develops a crush on a sweet but shy girl named Cecily. And despite his fear that having a girlfriend will make him inherently dependent on someone sighted, the two of them grow closer and closer.
Fan Art - Sarah Tregay // With the hurdle of coming out to his family overcome, some might think that the worst of Jamie’s problems are over, but really, they’re just beginning. With prom around the corner and his best friend Mason already lined up to take a girl, Jamie is forced to confront overwhelming jealousy and the knowledge that his growing feelings for Mason aren’t going away anytime soon.
One Man Guy - Michael Barakiva // Aleksander Khederian doesn’t need (or want) summer school, but his strict Armenian-American parents think it’s the best way for him to stay on the honor track. Just when he thinks his summer couldn’t get any worse, he meets Ethan. Cool, confident, and adventurous, Ethan is everything Alek wishes he could be. As he’s drawn closer to Ethan’s alluring persona, Alek realizes that he might want to be a bit more than “just friends” with the attractive skateboarder.
Look Both Ways - Alison Cherry // A summer away from the city is the beginning of everything for Brooklyn Shepard. Her theater apprenticeship at Allerdale is a chance to prove that she can carve out a niche all her own, surrounded by people who don’t know anything about her or her family of superstar performers. Brooklyn immediately hits it off with her roommate, Zoe, and soon their friendship turns into something more.
The Art of Being Normal - Lisa Williamson // David Piper has always been an outsider. His parents think he’s gay. The school bully thinks he’s a freak. Only his two best friends know the real truth – David wants to be a girl. On the first day at his new school Leo Denton has one goal – to be invisible. Attracting the attention of the most beautiful girl in year eleven is definitely not part of that plan. When Leo stands up for David in a fight, an unlikely friendship forms.
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Hey love! Just want to say I love the Black Boys Bloom series but I’m needing some help to pick up where I left off.
The last place I left off from was when the attack happened and Disa was at like a safe house and Erik had to leave again because of the attack.
Where do I pick up from after that?
Thanks for reading! Sounds like you finished Chapter 30. Here's the masterlist that has the other chapters that I'm still updating!
Also, volume 4 is here for future reference:
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“Wet Sugar” [Part 14 of 30]
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Summary: Erik and Yani grow closer, but he’ll have to leave soon...
NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut. You know what it is.
"Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't ever say now
Give it to me like you need it baby
Want you to hear me screamin'
Heavy breathin'
I don't need a reason baby
I want it 'til you can't fight
I can give it to you right babe oh
I wanna be your healing
I can be real good
Please don't get in your feelin's…"
Summer Walker—"Girls Need Love"
She was his Adhan.
If Tahir were to hear him call Yani that, Erik would have to beg forgiveness from his mercenary chum. He did not mean any disrespect to the Muslim faith by it. It was the truth.
Before the sun rose on most mornings, Erik laid back on the bed he shared with Yani and watched her raise up and down on him, her body facing away from him. He would watch the muscles in her back flex and tense and see a warm sheen of perspiration slicken her skin. He would admire the indentations in her ass cheeks, the little pockets of cellulite dimpling the back of her heavy thighs and her shorter legs. He would reach out sometimes to hold onto her cute feet that he would tease her about. They were cute, chunky, wide, and he would make fun of all the weight they had to hold up from her thighs and ass. She hated when he did that, but he found them sexy and told her so. She was perfectly loving and round and soft and made him happy to wake up every day. What more could a man ask for? Especially when he was crazy about her. More than crazy. In love. Deeply. With her and her child.
They both tried to keep the intense pleasure of their lovemaking from escaping their lips and waking the baby in the next room, but Erik found himself unable to keep quiet for long as the soft rays of sunlight rose to illuminate his woman, her soft skin glowing a luminous coppery brown, and her wide round backside rolling on his hips that thrust gently into her. The moist sound of her wetness on his morning erection forced loud gasps to erupt from his lips.
By the time their bedroom was fully brightened and warming up from the sunshine, Erik would be twisting up the sheets with the grip of his fingers trying to anchor himself while shouting out Yani's name as his manhood swelled inside of her. The force of his semen leaving his body would render him speechless, especially when Yani glanced back at him and he caught the side view of her breasts bouncing. The expression on his face at that moment always propelled her to her own release, and her already tight walls would clench around his thickness even tighter forcing him to shout out a final curse word or two once he caught his breath again.
He had to have her every morning like that, had to see the sunrise with her on top of him moving those big hips and big ass…had to see those luminous eyes of hers on his face when he released hot and heavy into her womb.
Every morning she had him crying up to heaven, and every morning she would respond in kind toward him. Afterward, she would clean herself up and check on Sydette while he stayed on the bed wondering how his life had functioned the last two years without her in his world. He couldn't fathom an existence without her or Sydette now, and those thoughts made him anxious.
He could sleep soundly with her next to him without the help of medication. The focus on his work with Klaue's arm was acute and productive because she was always near him. His overactive brain learned to wind down easily when she was around. His life had a new clarity, a new purpose…a new needed daily routine.
After morning loving Yani would bring Sydette into their room to greet him, and he would shower the baby with kisses and hold her up in the air where the little girl would giggle and wave her arms and legs around like she was flying. Those moments were his favorite of the day, his body thrumming with the warm feelings he received from Yani and the joy on Sydette's face when her eyes saw him in the morning. He had formed a tight bond with the baby, and Yani said nothing when Sydette started calling Erik Baba the way he taught her. He didn't feel it was appropriate to have Sydette calling him Daddy. That was Chez's right as the birth father, but the reality was that Erik was caring and providing for the child more than her biological Dad, and he did feel like a father to her. They were a family now. A solid unit and Sydette thrived while living on the compound.
Her vocabulary picked up immensely because both Yani and Erik spent so much time talking around Sydette. They were both surprised when new words would pop out of her mouth because they would stare at each other and swear up and down they didn't teach her those things. All the deep conversations Erik had with Yani every day and every night rubbed off on Sydette.
Yani took Sydette to the cove before breakfast when it was Erik's turn to cook the first meal of the day. There was nothing like watching Yani stroll down the path topless with Sydette in her arms. He would blow kisses to Sydette and when they returned for breakfast, there was the tugging of his heart when Sweet Pea would reach out for him saying, "Baba! Baba!" He fed her in the high chair as Yani planned out their day.
After breakfast he would shuffle off to do work and Yani would spend time reading nursing books and studying up on subjects she would take up soon in school while looking after Sydette who played with her toys on the floor. Yani complained that Erik bought the baby too many toys, but he argued that a lot of the stuff he purchased was educational.
When he needed a break from his work, he would saunter down to the cove for a swim. On his return, Yani typically had Sydette down for a nap and he would lay himself on Yani's lap on the couch or back in the bedroom where he would suck on her tits for a long session while she edged him until he was spurting in her hand. She would fix them lunch afterward and then they would settle down for a nap together until the baby woke them up.
More work, then a quickie session with his mouth between her legs before dinner which was Erik's favorite meal to prepare for them. Depending on what he was cooking, the three of them would go to the cove together and swim, helping Sydette to become a mermaid like her mother. Erik would stand in the water up to his hips as Yani stood twenty feet away with Sydette in between them. He would laugh so hard with joy when Sydette would kick her little legs and wind her arms in the water making her way to him. Half dog paddle, half baby sea turtle scramble, he watched her swim to his open hands as he lifted her up and wiped her eyes. Kissing her cheek, he'd flip her around and watch her head back to Yani the same way.
Nervous jitters would sometimes grip him when a sudden wave rolled through and lifted the baby away from them. Yani didn't panic, but he would, worried that too much water would go down her nose or throat, and he often found himself scrambling after her.
There was a little tv watching in the evening, a final goodnight for Sydette, and then nighttime loving would begin. Erik always made sure to put Yani's ass to sleep. But then the midnight hour would creep around, and he was nudging her awake to put it on her again. Pure bliss…
Until she started going out on too many brunches and day trips with her friends.
At first, it was nice knowing she had the time now to spend with her pals. He had heard the horror stories of what Chez put her through, cutting her off from relatives and friends. He was happy to see her happy until she did it more often to the point of switching up their daily routine. He was accustomed to having her whenever he wanted and now found himself calling her when he wanted pussy. Calling her and having to wait for it for hours.
Nah.
Sex with her was just as important to him as their family time together, and he would have these intense urges for her. She was a habit he couldn't break and most times she was a good girl and would bring that good puss home to Daddy when he demanded it.
Lately…she was being a brat.
On her excursions away from him, he would kiss the baby goodbye as Yani strapped Sydette in the car seat to drop her off with Twyla or her parent's. Before she sat in the driver's seat of her car, Erik would kiss Yani deeply and play with her pussy, getting it wet and puffy.
"Don't be gone long," he would tell her.
Yani would nod and let him feel on her titties. He'd make sure she saw the slight bulge in his pants before he'd turn her around and spank her ass a few times. Sometimes if he was feeling a type of way, he'd take her behind the car and fuck her standing up, nut inside her deep, but refuse to let her cum. She had to return home in a timely manner if she wanted him to finish the job he started. He'd then insert one of the toys he bought for her and send her on her way.
The toys weren't making her get to him fast anymore.
In fact, he suspected that she liked disobeying him. It frustrated the fuck out of him and made him much more aggressive when she finally did drag her ass home. He would be aggravated with her but horny as fuck. Horny to the point of being brutal with her pussy. He'd be in her guts an outrageously long time and so worked up chasing that nut so strong that it would take him hours later to realize that she was playing him. Making him think he was in control when he was the one wrapped around her finger. Pussy whipped. Correction. Pussy stomped.
He would just get riled up and have to fuck her hard and fast with his hand on her throat to keep her in check. Even then, she'd have a sly smile on her lips as if to say, "Nigga, you ain't shit."
She stared at him like that after he pressed her face into the mirror as he took her on the floor. The cushiony pallet they built for that purpose was rumpled, his knees starting to hurt from the hard position he locked himself into. His punishment for taking so long to return to him ticked her off, but she licked his cum from the mirror. Plunging back into her, she came on him when he begged her to and his confession of love came tumbling out of his mouth. The sweet questioning look on her face as she stared at him in the wall mirror let him know it was safe to confess his feelings for her.
Yani's eyes welled up and he felt a loosening and a tightening in his heart. That he felt open enough to tell her he loved her was freeing…but telling her he loved her was also a stone block he placed around his own neck. It was foolish. He had to leave her at the end of the summer, would have to go wherever Klaue sent him. Why tell her this when it wouldn't matter after two more months? It was like planting I.E.D's inside his body and hers for no damn reason. It was self-destructive. Unfair really.
But oh how she kissed him afterward.
He wanted her to say it back to him but he was glad that she didn't. It might have paralyzed him at that moment. Her lips and tongue on his let him know how she felt. The tears on her face that traced a wet trail down her skin and his showed him all he needed to see. She was there in the thick of it like him.
After cleaning themselves up he made the decision not to push her about getting to him when she was out with her friends. She was twenty-one. He remembered what that was like. Wanting to party and hang out. He told her she was free to do what she wanted. Rushing her home for his needs was not the way he wanted her summer to be. There was deep pleasure in dominating her sexually. But the deeper pleasure was seeing her happy. Relaxed. Care-free. Being a loving mother to Sydette around the compound. Watching her put on make-up and pretty clothes to be out on the town with her buddies.
He kept her body on top of his on the couch as they watched television until it was time to pick up Sydette from her parents. They were going to dinner together with the baby, and Erik was going to drive her to her parents. She was nervous about it, evidenced by the deep sigh she gave when her cell alarm went off.
Her people knew what was up with them. No point in lying about it and making unnecessary tension whenever she dropped the baby off.
The ride over to her parents was tense.
"Yani…baby, relax. We agreed to keep it simple. I pull up in the car, you get the baby, and then we leave. Let them get used to seeing me drive you over…"
Her eyes were wide with fear.
"Have they made a big deal about me still?"
"No…they just don't say anything. But I can feel it when I come back to get Sweet Pea. It's like they don't want to give her back to me. Sometimes I wish they would say something. It would be better than that weird energy they give me."
"I should just come to meet them—"
"No! It would be too much for them."
"I know how to act around people who don't like me."
"They don't know you. That's the problem. They would like you a lot I think…"
"I'll do what you want. You know that. But I think we should just—"
"Damn…"
Yani leaned forward in her seat.
Erik pulled in front of a nice-looking home where Yani's parents stood outside talking to a neighbor with Yani's father holding Sydette in his arms.
"I just wanted to run in and out, but—"
Erik turned off the S.U.V.
Yani's parents and the neighbor stared at the car. She stepped out and Erik rolled down his window watching her approach them. Sydette wiggled and cried out "Mama!"
"Hey, Sweet Pea. Hello Mrs. Anson," she said.
Mrs. Anson and Yani's mother were busy staring at Erik through the windshield.
"Your friend is not getting out?" Yani's mother said.
"We have a dinner reservation—"
"Introduce us," her father said, his eyes taking in Erik's face.
Yani turned to look at Erik, a helpless expression on her face. Erik rolled up the window and stepped out. He walked up to her father first.
"Erik, this mi father Halston Galiber, and mi mother, Paula Galiber…"
Erik shook Halston's hand firmly. The man's eyes took in Erik's slugs and the scars on his arms. Yani's mother did the same.
"Baba!" Sydette shouted. She reached for Erik and he took her from Yani's arms and held her on his hip. Sydette's hand went to his mouth and he pretended to snack on her fingers and she squealed like she normally did, their normal little game for when they greeted one another.
"Go home," Sydette said, her legs bouncing on his hip.
"Nice to meet you, Erik," Yani's mother said, "this is our neighbor Mrs. Anson."
Erik nodded to the woman who stared at Erik as she gave him a warm smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Anson."
"Nice meeting you. I'm heading home, Paula," she said walking away from them.
"We're going to be late for our reservation," Yani said once more moving next to Erik.
"Bring Erik to the BBQ next week. Give us more time to know him," Paula said scrutinizing Erik harder than Halston was.
"We'll think about it—"
"Would love to come," Erik said.
Yani glared at him.
"Good. We'll expect you there," Halston said.
Yani took a deep breath and moved back toward the car.
"Thanks for taking care of Sweet Pea," Yani called to them.
"Have a nice dinner," Halston said.
Erik placed Sydette in the car seat as Yani climbed into the front passenger seat. The baby safe and secure, Erik walked around the car, waved at Yani's parents and climbed into the driver's side.
"God, why are they standing there just staring," Yani said through gritted teeth.
"I'm the big ogre from the hill stealing the Princess and the Pea," Erik joked.
He drove past her parents and Yani finally relaxed in the car.
"That wasn't so bad," he said.
"I know. And it worries me."
"Why?'
"They don't like me being with you."
"But now they've seen me. Invited me to the family cookout. I'm in baby!"
"It's suspect—"
"Suspect?"
"A setup."
"Nah. They met me. They can see I'm a regular dude—"
"You not regular, man."
"On the surface…"
She glanced over at him, a smirk on her face.
She was too damn cute. He reached over and squeezed her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it.
Dinner was simple and filling, a local spot for fresh conch and beef patties, and afterward a calming stroll along a public beach. Erik dipped into a public restroom, and as he washed his hands, he heard Yani screaming outside. Running out and ready to beat ass for whatever danger harassed his girls, he slowed down when he saw Yani holding her phone to Sydette who was crawling on the sand.
"What's wrong?!"
"She was walking! My baby was walking!"
A relieved sigh came out of his mouth as he watched Sydette lean forward on her hands, push up from the sand and toddle over to Yani three full steps before tumbling again. Erik clapped his hands.
"Aye Sweet Pea! Big girl!"
Sydette looked up at him as she sat on her rump and clapped her hands eagerly too before trying again. Erik took out his phone and recorded her taking five steps over to Yani. Sweeping the baby up into her arms, Yani smothered Sydette with kisses.
"Got you both recorded!"
Yani put her daughter back down and held her hand, allowing Sydette to go at her own pace. Erik walked behind them still recording as Yani let go of Sydette's hand. She took wobbly steps but kept her balance, making sudden stops to clap her hands again and to also look back to make sure Erik was still following.
"Keep going, Sweet Pea!" he encouraged.
The baby turned around and took a fast toddle back to him grabbing his left leg. She giggled and looked up at him.
"Look at Baba' big girl!" he said.
"Big!" she called up.
He put his phone away, and when he looked over at Yani, she had her eyes on Sydette.
"I thought I was going to miss this moment," she said softly.
They both watched Sydette experiment a little more with steps before she was reaching up to Erik. He lifted her up and kissed her forehead.
"I would've missed this. Right now, I would normally be at the restaurant, and she would be with Twyla, or Monice, or my Auntie…I wouldn't have seen this…"
She took a long exhale and wiped her eyes before linking her arm in his free one.
So many new milestones he was witnessing with Yani.
His own parents were together when they told him about his first steps. His father teased him about trying to have alone time with his mom and how Erik had woken up from their living room floor and waddled over to them trying to get to his mother. As a kid, he didn't get the big deal about his first steps, everyone took them.
But seeing Sydette do it, and witnessing the awe and gratefulness in Yani's face, he now understood what it meant to a parent. Even in the short amount of time he had known Sydette, he had watched her change and grow so much. He was there and Chez was not. He felt a slight bit of guilt like he had stolen something from Sydette's father. Did Chez even care? Yani's belly had been swollen with the little girl when he cheated on her making another child. If he had no concern then, would he really care if he saw her walking for the first time? Yani deserved that all for herself. Fuck him.
Heading back to the car, Yani sent the video she took to all her family. Her phone blew up quickly. Once they were back at the car she was gabbing to Twyla and Cee Cee on speakerphone. Erik sent his video to Yani's phone so she could send the shots he took of Sydette walking to her.
"Big nigga, you in trouble now," Twyla teased him, "baby girl will be runnin' up on you two. Can't be fuckin' freely no more!"
Yani's face crumbled with embarrassment.
"Goodbye!" Yani said and hung up on her cousins.
"They're right you know. She can already climb down from her bed."
Yani glanced back at Sydette.
"You knock before you enter our bedroom? Hear?"
The comfort of home eased them both into quiet contemplation. Yani cleaned and changed Sydette as Erik scanned the tv for news and sports updates. There were no warning messages from the security system that guarded the compound, and he shot off his weekly check-in email with Klaue. The man was bugging him about his arm. Erik told him he'd have something workable in two weeks. He'd have it done sooner, but he wasn't ready to make a short trip away from Yani and Sydette so soon.
"She is out already. Mommy and Daddy must've had her busy over there to make her so wiped."
She crawled onto the couch and curled up in his lap. A yawn escaped her lips.
"You are beat too."
"Because of you," she said.
He kissed her cheek.
"My baby is walking," she whispered.
"Swimming. Walking. Running is next."
"Thank you," she said.
"For what?"
"All of this."
He kissed her and rubbed her hip.
Her eyes wouldn't leave his.
"Go on to bed. I'ma stay up and watch a little tv," he said.
She nodded and kissed him on his cheek.
The sway of her hips was enticing, and for a second he thought he would follow her. But she needed a break. Physically from him.
He stayed up a few hours until it was past midnight. Slipping into their bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed under the covers next to her. It was cooler that night and nice to feel covers surrounding them as opposed to their usual slumber on top of the covers. He spooned around Yani, but she turned around and snuggled into his chest, her warm body molding around his.
"Killmonger," she whispered.
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
He squeezed her and felt his throat get tight.
"I was scared to tell you that," she said.
"I was scared too."
"It feels different."
Her hand stroked his arm. He pulled back to look at her. Even in the darkness and the pale light of the stars, he could make out her face.
"How does it feel to you?" he asked.
Her fingers touched his lips.
"It feels real this time."
He nuzzled his face against her cheek.
"I've only been in love one time before this. I didn't think I could feel that way again. Not this fast. Not with two people," he said.
"What scares you?"
"The hurt I know I will cause you and that baby—"
"Killmonger—"
"I didn't want to tell you I loved you, Yani. I wanted to keep that to myself. Make it easier on you and her…the closer we get…I don't want to disrupt Sweet Pea's life… or yours—"
"We knew what we were getting into—"
"But the baby, Yani. She… she's…"
Erik closed his eyes.
"She's attached to you now. I know."
Yani tucked herself into his chest once more. She calmed the shuddering there.
"Don't think about nothin' bad, okay? Let us just love you back," she said.
###
One whole week.
He didn't touch or initiate anything solely intimate for one whole week.
He worked an insane amount of time in the workshop, and instead of taking his afternoon breaks to the cove and coming back to suckle her breasts, he went to the gun range and shot weapons.
Yani worried that all the love talk stressed him out the night she shared her feelings back to him, but he was still affectionate with her. It was just all the sexual play that lapsed between them.
She tried wearing sexier outfits around the house instead of just being straight up nude. Titillation was often more exciting to men than full nudity. But that didn't entice him, his focus was on completing the task Klaue had for him. Even when she went out with her friends, he didn't even bother to play with her body or insert toys into her vagina or ass. No more urgent phone calls to come home.
Morning loving was just intense kissing. No more quickies. No more coming after her when the urge struck him throughout the day. Bedtime was just a bit of smooching, a little bit of rubbing all over her booty and then he was out…snoring.
Nude text messages didn't even stir him when she would send him personal selfies of her breasts or her hands between her legs to his cell. It was like he was over her. She couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Even when she asked, he just said work was on a tight deadline. She even took over cooking their evening meals when he worked through the night, stopping to grab a bite for a few minutes before returning to the workshop and working until two or three in the morning.
Sometimes she caught him staring out at the ocean on the porch of Klaue's main home only snapping out of his reverie when Sydette walked to him and tugged on his pant leg.
"C'mere Sweet Pea,' he would say and take the baby on a walk around the property, guiding her baby steps and helping her up if she stumbled. A lot of time was spent on Klaue's private beach where he would play Brazilian music on a small set of speakers and jump around wearing white loose pants and fight an imaginary opponent with his hands and swipes of his legs. He was acrobatic and so fast. She would come looking for him with Sydette and find him down there, He'd pretend to fight her or move in front of Sweet Pea doing cartwheels and backflips. Sydette would try to copy him and roll around in the sand and kick out her chubby legs toward him.
"Jinga, Babygirl!" he would call to her and Sydette rolled in the sand to please him.
She missed him physically.
She asked her cousin Monice to watch Sydette for a few hours. She needed some alone time with Erik, and she needed to do it in a way where she didn't have to worry about looking after Sydette too.
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Klaue wanted two things:
An arm that wouldn't explode on him because of the vibranium.
An arm that looked realistic.
One out of two wasn't bad because the materials used to make a white person's pale flesh-tone arm would not work. It melted and couldn't contain the energy and power of the Wakandan metal. He experimented with many polymers on metal exoskeletons until he found one that would do the trick. The man would be stuck with a pale egg-shell white outer arm with internal protective alloys that Erik created and mixed that could contain the power of the vibranium power surges that threatened to blow up his old arm. He played with thermoplastics, metal oxides and the like until he found the proper balance of surge suppression.
He spent a short lunch staring at Yani's human anatomy figurine, taking it apart to look at the structure of the human arm with plastic pieces as opposed to online 3D diagrams. He asked Yani a few questions about tendons and ligaments, so tempted to take her into the workshop but deciding to keep her in the dark. He eventually mastered the inner workings of the arm design. The goal now was to get it to seal up properly once the weaponized firepower was used.
He was so wrapped up in getting Klaue's arm perfected that he ignored the blatant attempts by her to get his attention. He was so close to getting the prosthetic finished that he used that energy he once showered on Yani to push through with his work. He clearly saw Yani trying to catch his eye, and she did, but he pushed through regardless. Nude photos sent to his phone didn't even move him. When he was hyper-focused like this, nothing could sway him.
Sitting in the workroom, he took his time assembling components to secure the arm. His cell gave off a chime and he glanced at it. Yani had a close up of her bikini top. The orange one he liked.
I want some dick.
Erik stared at her text.
"My girl is hurtin'," he said out loud a wide grin on his face.
He ignored her words. The cell chimed again.
I'm so wet.
Baby, I'm working. Gotta finish this shit. I'll take care of you soon enough. Promise.
But I want you now. The baby not here. Just you and me. Come get this pussy, man.
Calm yourself.
Calm this pussy.
He laughed.
"Thirsty," he said pulling his goggles back down and picking up Klaue's arm. Time for more tests outside on the gun range.
Yani knew better than to come around there while he was testing. Strict guidelines were set for her and Sydette while he was working on Klaue's prosthetic.
The random targets Erik prepared for his tests were hung about at various distances. Bags of cement twenty, fifty, and one hundred feet away. Groupings of twisted metal close and far away. Slabs of beef to simulate human flesh propped up too.
Erik placed Klaue's arm on a metal post and turned on his remote-control unit. Glancing around at his set up, he opted to go back into the workshop and grab a protective apron to wear on his chest. Better safe than sorry.
He texted Yani.
About to do some testing. You hear some explosions, don't freak out.
No response.
Erik draped the apron around himself.
"Killmonger…"
Yani's voice. Clear and loud and sexy as all get out surrounded him.
She was using the intercom system.
"Whatchu want, girl?"
"I need it…"
He pulled the goggles from his eyes.
Shit.
The treble in her voice made his stomach react.
"Yani, I told you—"
"Listen to it…"
A drawn-out moan surrounded him and his dick jumped. He could hear the unmistakable and unrestrained gushy sounds coming from her pussy.
He yanked the protective apron away from his body.
"So juicy for you…"
She was slapping that fat puss now and he lost his breath for a second. Squeezing his eyes closed, his fists balled up tight.
"Where are you?"
He swallowed thickly and grabbed at his dick, adjusting the swelling he felt there.
"Come find me, Daddy…"
This girl. Fuck.
She couldn't be around the workshop or gun range. That was a given. She knew better and wouldn't play around there. He decided to check her house first.
"I need you to make a mess in this pussy…"
The outdoor speakers were crisp and clear. Her voice had his skin prickled with goosebumps. Like a ship searching for a lighthouse, Erik stormed into the middle house and checked all the rooms. She wasn't there.
"Ooh, baby…"
"Yani…fuck…where are you?"
He jogged up to the first house and looked in rooms, under beds, deep inside closets, around the foliage outside. He ran down to Klaue's house.
"So close, Daddy…"
He was so crazed at that point that he even checked the secret space under Klaue's globe that housed his liquor.
The cove.
Erik moved like a cheetah chasing a gazelle expecting to see her. Her voice could be a recording. When his eyes gazed across the horizon of water hoping to see her wet and naked and waiting for him in the balmy sea, he let out a loud yell of frustration when she wasn't there.
He stalked back over to Klaue's main house and checked the other private beach.
Where the fuck was she?
Feeling aggy, he checked the garage and other non-domicile buildings for her.
"Killmonger…please…."
Maybe she was near the forbidden zone.
He swept around the gun range and checked the rest of the grounds. Was she fucking with him?
He stomped back to Klaue's main house.
"Yani…I don't wanna play no more!"
Their bedroom was spotless, the bed made, the windows open, the pallet on the floor pristine. Her fingers were working her depths and he could hear every slick and wet sound. Dick jutting out, there were wet stains on his loungers already.
He stepped into the master restroom and washed his hands and rinsed his face. Returning to the bedroom he tried to think of how she could be so hidden.
"Give me a hint or somethin' girl…damn."
"Keep playin' with that dick…"
She was watching him. His eyes went to the hidden cameras in the room. He had disabled every camera that Klaue could try and spy with. He was aware of every power surge or strange attempts to hack into the mainframe of security.
Unless…
There was another room he was unaware of. One that Yani knew about and Klaue didn't reveal to him. A panic room of some sort…
Erik took off his shirt and slipped out of his Nike track shoes.
She had to be in Klaue's house.
He ran his hands down his chest and he heard her voice give off a sigh.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yessss…"
Fuck. Her voice curling around the end of the S's.
"Stroke that dick…"
He reached into his loungers and gripped himself.
"Lemme give you all this," he said.
"Mmhmmm…mi want it all…"
His balls jumped. She probably had them big legs wide open, fingers dripping with all her slick. Clit engorged and ready for his lips.
He fisted himself.
"You nuh wahn this?" she groaned.
"Oh shit…"
He was so swollen. Her vocal inflections would make him cum if she kept talking to him through the speakers. His eyes felt watery and blurry.
"Look for the heartbeat," she said.
Heartbeat.
His eyes blinked and he shuffled out of the bedroom, heavy girth bobbing as he walked. Once he found her it was going to be over. Ain't no way she was having him on a pussy scavenger hunt without him tearing that ass up at the end.
His fingers stroked the head of his dick through his thin pants. The entire shaft throbbed from root to tip because of his touch.
"Baby…" he gasped.
Eyes darted about the living room. They once had a conversation about the artwork and artifacts decorating the space. He played with several djembe drums and let her strike the skins to hear the different tonal sounds, teaching her a basic drum pattern to play. The tighter the skin, the louder the sound.
"The drum is the heartbeat of the people," he told her.
Taking in the drums now, he scanned each and every one within sight.
"Warmer," she whispered.
He stepped in front of a small drum set made with goatskin.
"So cold, baby…"
He swung around.
There had to be another secret opening.
Heartbeat.
Scanning a shelf display of ancient drums, Erik walked in front of a centerpiece.
"Warmer…hmmmm…"
His ears tingled from her sound and his left hand tugged on his nuts. The center drum was from the nineteenth century. The ones shelved next to it were twenty-first century. But the one on the bottom left shelf display was the oldest. Fourteenth-century from what Klaue told him. Erik's hands reached for it and rubbed the edge of the skin.
"So close, Daddy…"
He ran his fingers along the ropes on the side of the drum and stroked the wood wedges. On the drum stand, Erik noticed a discoloration of dark brown wood mixed with a lighter hue. He flicked his thumb across an unusual marking on the side and a small section of the wall shelving opened up.
Erik smiled and slipped through the opening and found himself standing above narrow stone stairs. He walked down and found what he suspected, a panic room filled with wall view screens that were turned off. There was a small generator, an air filter system, and a supply of canned foods, water, and a fridge. He stepped into another narrow room and found Yani naked on a twin bed, her legs wide open, her fingers sinking in and out of her glistening slit. The wings of her labia sat welcoming.
He shook off his pants and dropped to his knees.
Yani's eyes were pools of lust. Erik pulled her thighs closer to him. Wrenching his eyes away from hers, they dropped down to stare at her opening. He fought to calm himself, his breathing uneven from the excitement of finding her. He stroked the skin of her belly and let his fingers drop to the meeting of her thighs and legs.
"Killmonger—"
"Shh…"
He reached up and stuck his fingers between her lips and she licked them before sucking them gently, her eyes still on him.
"You want this dick?" he asked, letting the weight of it drag against her folds.
She nodded her head, gasping when his slick glans grazed her clit.
"Made me do all that work looking for you…damn…girl—"
The squelching from her fingers inside her pussy made his face grow tight. His lips poked out and he groaned hard when he saw how frothy her digits were when she pulled them out. She presented her slick fingers to him and he licked them clean, the sweet taste of her making him weak.
She circled her nipples and pushed her breasts up close to her face. Her tongue snaked out and circled each plump tip licking them slow.
Thoughts of eating her out first went out the window. He gave her no warning and plunged into her opening rough and raw.
Yani gasped and released her breasts, her elbows trying to balance her weight as he fucked her with little tender mercies.
"Pussy wet as fuck!" he yelled.
The bed she was on was firm and handled the weight he was throwing on her.
"Yes…yes…yes!" she wailed at him.
"…impatient…couldn't let me finish my work…"
"…fuck me…"
Her eyes held him hostage.
Despite the beauty of her breasts bouncing, her big dark nipples enticing his lips to suckle them, despite the bounty of her thighs and thick ass rocking against his balls, Yani's eyes trapped him with all the love he saw there. He tried to blink away the sudden rush of tears he felt growing on his lids, but they fell on her and she lifted up to hold his face. Wiping away the wetness he felt falling, she stopped his hands.
"Don't," she whispered, "if this is what you are feeling, let it come out, yeah?"
His face dropped down to hers.
"I don't even know how to act around you anymore," he mumbled into her ear.
"Just love me," she sighed into his ear as he thrust into her once more.
He moved her further back onto the bed and held up her left leg.
"…gripping me…"
"Been wanting you for so long."
"I know."
"Daddy, right there….right there…"
"Being a good girl…shit…"
"Erik."
His eyes went back to her the moment he heard his name.
Her lips were slightly parted and her pants for breath matched his slow deep thrusts inside of her.
"Erik!"
Her eyes shut tight and he saw tears press out from her lids.
"I'm right here."
He felt her insides clamp down around him and he held her tighter against him. Heavy exhalations filled his ears as she clutched onto his back, her nails pressing into his muscles. She cried out again and he felt her body spasm against him hard.
"God…I'm cumming in your pussy baby!"
The surge from his balls erupted. He felt the hard spurts fill her up, his eyes rolling back. Her thighs pulled his ass back down.
"You runnin' from me?" she teased.
"Fuck!" he shouted.
They both started laughing.
"I wasn't running."
"Yes, you were," she said.
His body hunched up when he felt the last of his ejaculate release into her.
"Goddamn…that was...damn."
She laughed at him more and he grinned.
Lifting up from her he caught her eyes again.
"You mine…" he whispered.
She stroked his cheek and neck.
"I'm yours," she said.
Leaning back, Erik pulled out from inside of her.
"Girl, we done fucked up this man's emergency bed."
He slapped her thighs and felt a rush when a bit of his semen drizzled from her opening.
"Your shit is all sloppy now," he said thumbing her labia and coating her folds with more of his warm cum.
He leaned his face back down to hers and kissed her.
"You made a big mess," she said watching more of his semen spill out from her.
"That's what you wanted. I delivered."
"Yeah, you did."
"What's that look for Lil Mama?"
Yani sat up and eased her shoulder against his.
"You make me happy."
"Yeah?'
"Yeah—"
A loud hissing sound disturbed their reverie. An automated voice came through the intercom system.
"Incoming message from Klaue, Ulysses"
Erik slipped on his pants quickly.
"I'm going to take his call in the living room. Go out the back door and stay up at the middle house until I come for you, okay?" he said.
Yani nodded and threw a pale yellow dress over her head and grabbed her sandals.
He kissed her cheek and slapped her ass.
"I'm not done with you, Ma," he said following her out of the panic room.
He watched her scramble out of the main house through the back exit before he touched the main viewscreen in the long side wall of the living room.
"Klaue, talk to me," Erik said, stretching his neck and feeling sated after having his woman.
"Tell me about my arm," Klaue said.
Erik could see the man sitting at a desk in South Africa somewhere.
"It's almost ready—"
"I need it next week."
Erik wasn't ready to leave St. Thomas. Even if it was for a short period of time. Love was making him feel rooted.
"Okay," he said.
Klaue smiled.
"That's my boy!"
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Chapter 15 Here.
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Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Vol. 2 Update Soon Come...
Chapter 23 coming soon!
It’s coming down to the conclusion y’all. Three chapters left! There’s still a lot in store for N’Jobu, Califia, and little Erik:
Erik makes a discovery about his father that threatens the sanctity of his family.
N’Jobu begins the meticulous rollout of his rebellion with the War Dogs who side with him against Wakanda’s seclusion.
Califia struggles with the incident in Sao Paulo, Brazil that Erik still suffers from as an adult in “Wet Sugar” (Y’all know everything I write is interconnected and essentially one big epic tale--the past, present, and future are circular), and a revelation about N’Jobu makes her question their future together.
It’s been a trip and a half completing the first two volumes about this little family trying to keep it together in Oakland and beyond.
And to think, it only came into being because I couldn’t find any fics that filled in the missing gap in the Black Panther movie--Where was Erik’s mother?-- and a bitch had to write it herself!
Okay, back on that laptop doing double time with this and Wet Sugar!
Typing, typing, typing...
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Soon come... The Ilifa (Inheritance) Series
Sydette “Sweet Pea” Galiber
Erik “Riki” Galiber-Stevens
Synopsis:
This series will follow Erik’s children in Wakanda when they are older and have to deal with the brunt of what their father had done when he claimed the throne from T’Challa. Family alliances, rivalries, and threats from outside the palace place Riki in a precarious position when bloodlines are challenged.
Interacting with M’Baku’s children and maneuvering in a world that lives in the future when the rest of the world is trying to catch up, Erik's baby girl and boy don’t know who to trust or who to love as they spread their wings away from the royal family.
This new Pantherverse joint occurs after Vol. 4 of “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First”. So there will be time to catch up on the other fics before I delve deeper into my own Wakandan lore.
#Ilifa series#black Boys bloom thorns first#killmonger#black panther fanfiction#uzumaki rebellion's pantherverse#erik stevens#n'jadaka#dadmonger
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Black Boys Bloom Thorns First, Volume 4 (aka Wet Sugar 2) Masterlist
Summary:
The conclusion of the ‘Black Boys Bloom Thorns First” Book Series. Volume 4 finds Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku back in the land of his father where revenge is fleeting, but justice and redemption eventually prevail. Erik’s past catches up to him, and with the help of his cousin, Princess Shuri, he finds life in Wakanda more complicated even after a return from death…
NSFW. Smut. Mature Audience Only.
***Author’s Note!***
BEFORE you read this epic, it’s important to note that you MUST have read “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 1 & 2, “Stark’s New Intern”, “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 3″, and “Wet Sugar” first, in that exact order. If not, you will miss a lot of story threads that were planted to bloom here. Go do that first, then proceed with caution, cuz bay-bee, this is about to get messy messy and lead into the Thanos snap, and a war with Atlantis. Have your libations and snacks ready!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74 Finale Part 1
Chapter 74 Finale Part 2
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