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earthpleasures · 21 days

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✉ 𐫦LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE ! | pjo various (smau)

luke castellan x fem!child of athena!reader, percy jackson x annabeth chase, clarisse larue x chris rodriguez, silena beauregard x charles beckendorf.

⠀⥱ y/ntheowl : reader

⠀⥱ thiefofhearts : luke castellan

⠀⥱ wisegirl : annabeth chase

⠀⥱ seaweedbrain : percy jackson

⠀ ⥱ drakonslayer : clarisse larue

⠀⥱ chrisiee : chris rodriguez

⠀⥱ warbarbie : silena beauregard

⠀ ⥱ bestblacksmith : charles beckendorf

⠀ ⥱ olderprankster : travis stoll

⠀ ⥱ youngerprankster : connor stoll

dividers by @saradika

seaweedbrain happy birthday babe, light of my life (and #1 ass saver) @/wisegirl

chrisiee dang okay we see them🟢🔵

-> seaweedbrain bro's bitchy cus he forgot clarisse's birthday👍🏻

-> chrisiee listen here you bitch-

y/ntheowl fav couple ♡ (after silena and charles🤭)

-> wisegirl i am your sister??? what happened to sisterly bond???

-> y/ntheowl i don't remember sisterly bond existing when it was your turn to clean cabine🧐

thiefofhearts i remember fetus percabeth and how many headaches you two gave us 😔

-> seaweedbrain says the man who was scared of Annabeth he had a crush on her sister💀

-> drakonslayer lmao at least he knew who he liked, you two were straight up morons

y/ntheowl my pretty princess ♥️ @/thiefofhearts

thiefofhearts YOU SAID YOU WON'T SHARE

-> y/ntheowl whoopsie🤭

-> thiefofhearts Y/N

-> thiefofhearts tf you mean whoopsie 😭

olderprankster never ever seen a prettier princess 🌹🌹

-> youngerprankster let it go, let it gooo

-> olderprankster I AM ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKYYYY

-> thiefofhearts i see you two are quite voluntary to clean hermes cabin

-> youngerprankster YOU CANT MAKE US

-> thiefofhearts i am the counselor🙂

-> olderprankster THAT’S POWER ABUSE

warbarbie definitely slayed the suit babes

-> y/ntheowl thanks lovee

y/ntheowl "hE wAS my biG bRo bEfOre hE wAs yOur boYfRieNd" COME AT ME YOU LITTLE SHIT 🥊🥊🥊 @/seaweedbrain @/thiefofhearts

thiefofhearts when did you take this??

-> wisegirl YOURE SMOKING!!?!?

-> thiefofhearts ...next question...

seaweedbrain can't change the truthhhh

-> y/ntheowl i ain't playing with your childish ass

-> seaweedbrain winner takes Luke for a whole day without other interrupting?

-> y/ntheowl okay, FUCK THE MATURITY WHEN WHERE

-> thiefofhearts did I just witness a bet forming on ME without ME KNOWING!?

wisegirl quick reminder! ITS NOT OKAY TO SMILE AND TAKE SELFIES AFTER YOUR BOYFRIEND SET THE WHOLE CABIN ON FIRE @/warbarbie

warbarbie bummer☹️☹️

-> drakonslayer don't listen to her love of my life, you're perfect the way you're ❤️❤️

-> warbarbie thank u bae🥰

-> bestblacksmith 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈???

-> chrisiee siri, is my gf gay for her bsf?💀💀

seaweedbrain 💯💯💯 activite

-> drakonslayer for the first time in my life I agree with this idiot, a sign for apocalypse in my opinion

-> seaweedbrain 🖕🏻

-> drakonslayer 🖕🏻🖕🏻

#pjo fandom #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo fluff #fluff #luke castellan pjo #percabeth #percy jackson x annabeth chase #silena beauregard #charles beckendorf #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #annabeth chase #chris rodriguez #smau

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beansprean · 6 months

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bEAN HAPPY BIRTHDAY

EYYYYYYY YAAAY IT ME BIRTH TY SKYYYY💕💕

#birthday wishes #skylersgay

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skyartworkzzz · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Skyyyy💖💕✨

Imma go make a gift for you :)

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU SOFIAAAA TYSM OMG THIS MEANS A LOT,,,,,,,,!!! DO TAKE UR TIME PLZ AUAGYHJNKK!!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#TYSM!!!!!!!!! <3333333333333333333333

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gaiussaidno · 2 years

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@gothamsfinestdummy my last batch of Birthday Boy for you xD ft my vacay pics from this summer. ty for your lil happy gremlin boy, he caused many a mischief in my old phone pics 😌❤️

Birthday Boy came over to visit and in my excitement i broke the door handle

Birthday Boy enjoys wagon (with a crying face??) as method of transport!

we went to the beach and he's on the dash looking at the skyyyy and the waterrr

we decided to go to Longwood Gardens :D

Birthday Boy changes in size in each pic and i will not Explain why

how did he get up there?? get out or they'll kick us out of the Longwood conservatory!!

just a lil guy enjoying the beauty of nature uwu

DO NOT TOUCH THE OLD MAN CACTUS!!

bro, how did u even get up there-

#birthday boy character #not my character #gothamsfinestdummy #i was having the time of my life editing this lmao thank u for this serotonin

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griffin-wood · 2 years

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Happy birthday alya! 🎂 🥳🎉 I hope you have the best day ever filled with sweetness and joy 💜

skyyyy beloved, thank you, thank you thank you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#answered #my asks #❤️❤️❤️

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chaotic-on-main · 5 months

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Skyyyy, Merry Christmas to you and your hubby and the M menagerie!!! May it be full of love, laughter, and Levi! Especially since it's almost his birthday! 🎂🎂

Oh Cas!! You are super sweet!! I hope to write something for his birthday tomorrow but here's hoping and praying I can get it done in time. 🫡

I just wanna say how much I appreciate having you as a friend. You're so funny and so witty!! Your tags crack me up every time. I hope I get to see more of it next year!!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your household. 💕

#asked #answered #cas.moots

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louishoneymoon · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKYYYY 💗💫💗💫💗💫💗 hope you have the most wonderful day today and that your year ahead brings you endless amounts of happiness, amazing memories with amazing people, and piles and piles of laughter! 🎉

awww thank you so much for these sweet words kay!!! i wish you all in double 💗💗

#lovely messages💌

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dreaming-of-the-end · 2 years

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This Is What Burns: Brant x Jolie

A/N: comments/reblogs are better than birthday cake! In which I kill people as always. @gay-otlc‘s fault for enabling me!

Summary: Everything he loves about her is everything that makes her dangerous. Her fire can't be put out by closing his fist. His fire can't be extinguished with a smile and a wave.

TW: death, fire/burning/ash/smoke/etc, injury/burns, tell me if I should add more!

Taglist: @steppingonshatteredglass @real-smooth @sunset-telepath @dreaminq-out-loud @stardustanddaffodils @jaxtheoraliestanner @spellbound-fire @turquoise-skyyyy @swearing-parrot @silveredviolets @wu-marcy @b-blurryyfacee @rune-and-rising @lavender-and-rainy-days @chasteliac @confusedamphibian @hellomyfriends @cadence-talle @kai-i-guess @callas-starkflower-stew @a-harmless-poison @professionalwhalewatcher @theogony @keeper-of-the-jew-jew @gay-otlc @countingthestarsaboveourheads @everblaeze-and-balefire @confuzzled-fox

(after)

Everything is cold. And something in that strikes Brant as vaguely (ever so vaguely, like the thought is wrapped in silky smoke, smooth and welcome and mysterious and nothing that he can catch in his hands) off.

Not dangerous, necessarily. Something he isn't used to, more like.

He can't quite remember the moment before the chill set into his bones.

(see, it all blends together, those moments before. they were all the same, all burning)

There, a flash. Something he can piece together.

Fear.

No, not fear. Something worse, something like panic-filled terror, like when you're falling and it's too late to catch yourself before you hit the ground.

He cracks open his eyes, and it's never been this hard to come out of one of his fiery trances before but now it is. It's like his balance has been thrown off. It's like he's missing something— no, like something has been carved from him.

Or burned away.

Suddenly, he can't breathe. The air is thick with ash.

Brant isn't cold anymore.

He's burning.

...

(before)

"Hello," Jolie smiles. It's one of the things he loves about her, the way she can make a word smile. The way she can wrap the word up in a little bow and sparkly wrapping paper and give it to him, a little gift every time she speaks.

"Hello," he says back, because Jolie is infectious. You can't help but catch the fever of her, let yourself be corrupted and lose yourself in who she is. She's the kind of disease that makes you want to drink from a poisoned well just to let yourself be desecrated by her. That's what they are, the two of them. The drinker and the poison. "Are the violets blooming?"

"Bright as can be," she laughs, like she always does.

Violets: her. Everything is her. Everything is blooming.

Even Brant, when he's with her. He lets a spark dance on his fingertips, and she leans a little closer to follow it with her eyes. His fire fascinates her the way her smile fascinates him, like she's drinking it in and it tastes new every time.

She makes him want to look in the mirror and like what he sees.

He makes fire flowers grow for her. He makes the sun shine a little brighter for her. He can do anything and everything for her. Burn down the world, if he wants. Start over with just the two of them, no one else to whisper whenever they go out hand in hand.

(which isn't often. even with Fintan's guiding hand, the fires are harder to control when he's angry. he's angry all the time when he's with people other than her. he didn't used to be)

Jolie reaches out a hand, and he closes his fist before he burns her, extinguishing his fire.

"Don't touch, violet," he reminds her, but he knows that she won't, not really. Fire isn't real to her after all this time she's spent playing with it, marrying it as thoroughly as she's going to marry him, but even an illusion can shatter and tear your skin with its glass.

Still, she pouts exaggeratedly, then smiles again. It's strange, how she has this unending supply of happiness, like there's light shining out of her skin and unlike his, it doesn't burn. You can't catch the rays of sun in your hand, can't capture them in your palm and draw them close to your heart.

"I love you, violet," he says to this sunbeam of his, her cheeks flushed with lively pink.

...

(after)

He shudders, a quick movement. Or maybe the world is rocking around him.

Brant blinks slowly, to get the ash out of his eyes. There's a pain in his chest every time he inhales, like he broke a rib, maybe more. He won't know until he moves, but moving means facing the truth of what he did. And if he doesn't move, then it doesn't have to be true.

He coughs. Waits until he can breathe.

He can't breathe.

...

(before)

"Brant," Jolie says slowly, and the smile is still frozen on his face when he looks at her. Frozen, like he can bring back the sparkle in her eye. It was there just a moment ago. What did he say?

"Jolie," he says, very seriously, like this is a game that he knows the rules to even though he's never heard this kind of voice from her before.

"I need to ask you something." These words aren't little gifts, little smiles. They're stones, plunking into a river, sinking to the bottom. "Something important."

"Yes?" The smile is gone from his face, like there was an external energy source for it, powering his mood until it shut off with the twinkle in Jolie's eye. His sunbeam. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to join the Black Swan," she says, and the stone hits him in the throat, choking off his response.

He can't breathe.

"Jolie—"

"Listen, I know that you're part of the Neverseen. I know that you train with Fintan, and I know that you care about this. But if you keep burning and burning and burning, you're gonna run out of fuel. The Black Swan can help—"

"Can they?" Brant opens his fist, snaps his fingers. Fire sparks there in his hand, licking at his skin hungrily, greedy for more than he can give it. It's alive, like a sunbeam, like a violet, but it's too unstable to survive for long. He lets it leap up in his hand, just for a moment; a pillar of flame reaching to the sky, to the sun, to the clouds before it shrinks and becomes a flower in the base of his palm again. "Can they help with this?"

Jolie follows the fire with her eyes. It's terrifying, sometimes, how much she loves the heat and danger of it. It's wild like she is, but she has anchors to keep her grounded. The only thing keeping this fire from turning the world to ash is Brant's will, and it's a rare day he has complete control.

Really, he should put out the heat. His anger is rising. This isn't safe for either of them.

"Can you try?" Jolie asks in the way she always does, in her stubbornness, her roots digging deep. He can see the path ahead of them, then; this argument stretching into the distance. He doesn't think there's another road to follow. He won't budge on this, and neither will she.

"No."

She knows it, too. "Don't be stubborn."

This is who the two of them are. Stubborn and planted in their battlegrounds. Opposite sides of a war against a common enemy. Everything he loves about her is everything that makes her dangerous. Her fire can't be put out by closing his fist. His fire can't be extinguished with a smile and a wave.

He can't stand the look in her eyes. Like she thinks he can still be swayed to her side.

The flame leaps before he realizes he asked it to.

...

(after)

The world is too cold around him, like there's nothing left to burn. But if Fintan has taught him one thing, it's that there is always something left to burn.

And if it has to be him, so be it.

He moves his leg. Then his hand. Then his arm.

He can move. He can face this.

Brant lifts his head.

...

Even when it escapes his grasp, explodes out of control, she doesn't scream.

Instead, she takes a step forward. Towards him. Her steps are unsure as the fire grows larger. One of the rosebushes that Jolie took so much time to grow and nurture bursts into flame. She doesn't flinch.

"Brant?" Her voice is cautious. She has never been cautious for a single moment, not when she stepped out of the matchmaker's office with one-hundred meaningless names clenched tightly, crumpling in her fist, not when she left for the Elite Levels (and left him behind), not when he gave her his ring and she threw her arms around his neck. But now, she's cautious.

This isn't the fire she knows. This isn't the Brant she knows.

He clenches his fist to put the fire out. It shouldn't have gone this far. The fire grows instead of extinguishing.

He's lost control.

Her face tightens. She knows everything about him, every expression he can't keep tamped down. "Brant."

"I'm trying," he grist out, clenching his fist again and again. It does nothing. The fire is feeding on his panic, and the temperature is growing, and the worst part is he likes this, the feeling when your hunger is quenched. He's spent so long trying to repress this but it feels so good to let go.

He doesn't remember making the decision to let go. But it happens anyway.

...

(after)

The world is made out of smoke and fire.

He can't feel the heat, but he can feel pain in his lungs every time he inhales, from smoke and heat. If he looks like this, even when he was protected by his ability, even when he was flung far away from the fire, then Jolie must

she

...

Jolie grabs his hand like her touch can possibly calm him down. And then she screams, tugs away from him, holds her blistered hand up to her mouth. "Brant, you're burning. You're burning yourself out."

"I'm trying—" There are tears running down his face with the effort, straining, but all he's doing is raising his body temperature. He's a candle, and he's dripping to the ground, losing himself, disappearing.

You are not the fire's slave. You are not its master. You are its friend. Welcome it in, Brant, Fintan tells him in memory, in thought, in prayer. Welcome your friend inside. Fire is a dinner guest, and you serve it more than ashes.

"Violet, violet, I'm so sorry." She's crying, too. It's the smoke in her eyes, the force of her coughing as the smoke reaches her lungs. His sunbeam. His smile. His gift. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry."

She reaches for him again, but he brandishes his hands out to keep her away from his burning burning burning body.

And a firestorm explodes from his hands, so powerful that he's tossed backward, away from it.

Away from her.

Away from her light.

Away from his fire.

Jolie screams. Unending.

Smoke chokes him. Infects him like she did, like the poison well he's been drinking from since the day they met. He's a Roman emperor who drinks a little poison each day and hopes it's enough for when a big dose comes. Jolie's a shooting star, a bright flash and gone, screaming and screaming and screaming.

His sunbeam withers into ash. His violet dies. He's fracturing.

It's too hot for tears to form.

He can't hear her screams anymore.

Maybe she's gone.

...

(after)

"Jolie," Brant whispers through a cracked throat. She's not dead because fire is your friend, your companion, your dinner guest, Brant and if you let it master you, then the friendship is over and be careful. never work with fire when you're angry. it responds to emotions.

He wasn't angry. He can never be angry at her.

Why didn't he listen when Fintan warned him?

His gift. His Jolie. His sun.

She lies on the ground; he can see her. Her hair is not laid out in a halo around her head. Her eyes are not closed. Her lips are not parted slightly, as if waiting for her chance to speak. This is not like death he has read about.

She is covered in burns.

He is nearly unscathed.

Collapsing to the ground next to her is too small of a movement. Pressing his cheek to her ruined chest is too complicated. He does both anyway, searching for a heartbeat when he knows there is none. Her skin is hot as the sun, like there's a fire burning in her from the inside out even though the fire is gone and burned out.

This is what burns him.

When he brings his lips to her ravaged cheek. When he skates his fingers along her face, lets his tears water her body. It's agonizing.

This is what burns.

Him, and his violet. Ash.

...

there is no happy ending

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#i proofread it once and that's all i have the energy for so!! this will have to be good enough #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #summer's writing #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #jolie ruewen #brant #kotlc brant #brant x jolie #brolie #??#angst #angst without a happy ending #death tw #fire tw #ask to tag #kotlc writing

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stardustanddaffodils · 3 years

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@turquoise-skyyyy happy birthday!!!! *points and laughs* haha, youre old now (affectionate). love you lots!!!!

[ID: first image: A pencil drawing of a frog perched on a branch. Second image: A pencil drawing of a frog with its front legs crossed in front of it. End ID]

(references under the cut- thank you skyy, i stole your frog pictures)

[ID: A blue frog perched on a branch. End ID.]

[ID: A frog with its front legs crossed in front of it. End ID.]

also turquoise if youre reading this, its under the cut bc i will not like what ive said when i can words again but. i love you so much so so so much and i wish my brain was working so i could do like a nice message or something because i can and will take any opportunity to express how much i love you and birthdays are a very good opportunity. so um. i love you a lot, *insert inside joke* *insert reference to a song* *insert cool pun or metaphor* uh. yeah i really cannot words. but i love you and i wanted to say something :) happy birthday, skyy <3

#turquoise tag #frogs #stardust draws #very sloppy but. i created something. so ill take it #love you skyyyyyyyyyyyy <3 #maybe i will color these in someday....#but not today. dont like coloring its hard :')#thought puddles #ask to tag

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jung-koook · 3 years

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* 📣 in a megaphone so everyone knows it's a special person's birthday * HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyy skyyyy ♡♡♡~~~

(I'm not on pc so i went to find these two back on my blog BUT it's still valid!!!!)

LASKAKSASK YOU'RE ADORABLE 😭😭😭 thank you so much han ♡ i feel so honored that you made a special meme for me LAKSKAS 🥺

#reply #slipped-away

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morganupstead · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Morgan!! Hope you have the best day! 💕

SKYYYY 🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛💛 THANK YOU GIRLIE🤩🤩 I cherish our mutual love of Jay Halstead w/ a thigh holster & Adam Ruzek’s flannels🤩😍

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beansprean · 2 years

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HELL YEAH BIRTHDAY

SKYYYY MY SON YOU HAPPY BIRTHED ME IN TAGS ALREADY ❤️❤️

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nakunakunomi · 4 years

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Hi Hazel! Happy(early) birthday!! Or at least it's still the 6th in my time zone XD anywho, I wonder who your top 5 One Piece gals are! Mine have got to be Perona, Robin, Tashigi, Dadan, and Bonnie! I hope you have a lovely birthday!!

Hi Skyyyy!!! Thank you so much! Some excellent choices right there UwU In no particular order: Robin, Kiku, Vivi, Reiju and Koala I’d say? But just so you know, I ended up rewriting this list 9 times or so because I CANNOT CHOOSE and I love all of them loads? QwQ One Piece sure has some badass ladies to make my gay heart bleed!!

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join in my Bday event!

#get to know hazel #hazel speaks #one piece #one piece ladies #Hazels bday sleepover #sky-draws

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hennessystevens-udaku · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, Daka

Warnings: This is a tear-jerker, y’all. Please grab some tissues before reading.

Sunlight shined bright into the shared bedroom of the couple’s condo. It’s occupants slept peacefully, their bodies still intertwined from the previous night’s activities. Someone just had to have some birthday sex as soon as the clock struck Midnight.

“Like we always do it this time, I go for mine I got to shine, now throw your hands up in the skyyyy..”

The sounds of Kanye West and T-Pain pulled the young woman from her slumber as her usual 9:45 am alarm went off. She rose with a stretch, a sly smile creeping across her face as she stared back at the sleeping man. Today was her best friend’s birthday and she had an entire itinerary of things planned out for his enjoyment.

“Wake up Fathead!” she yelled, jumping up and down on the bed beside him. He groaned in protest, rolling over on his stomach pulling the pillow over his head. This had become their yearly tradition. Whenever their birthdays rolled around, they made it their mission to give the birthday girl or boy the most obnoxious wake up call ever. She almost always won.

“Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku! Wake yo black ass up!” she exclaims, repeatedly hitting him over the head with her pillow.

“Shyyyyy,” he whined into the mattress. “It’s too early for all this.”

“Fine. I’ll go to iHop by myself,” she teased as she sauntered into the bathroom. He perked up at that.

“Well why didn’t you just say that, Princess? You know a nigga loves pancakes.” He rose from the bed with a few caveman-like grunts, as he shuffled into the bathroom behind her. They stood in comfortable silence as they completed their morning rituals, both of them making silly faces in the mirror as they brushed their teeth.

“Don’t take too long old man,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way to her closet to choose her outfit for the day.

“Whatever lil girl, I’m only 37.”

“Yeah, and in my eyes, that’s an old geezer,” she teased. He gave her a pointed look before closing the bathroom door in her face. He knew that this was only the beginning of her jokes and needed a few moments to mentally prepare for the laughs he knew they were about to share. While he showered, she pulled down two black and gold boxes and stuffed them in her messenger bag. She then grabbed the stack of worn letters and made sure that they were tucked neatly into the pocket on the inside of the bag. Unbeknownst to him, she had done some research and found something that would make this birthday one that he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Hurry up! My stomach is touching my back,” she complained outside of the bathroom door. Though she was the most feminine of the two, he was a diva when it came to getting dressed to go out. There was a brief moment of shuffling before he finally emerged, dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans that were ripped at the knee and a pair of black and white Jordan 12s.

“I could’ve sworn it was my day. Why you rushing me, shawty?”

“Because we’ve got places to be and you taking longer than a bitch heading to a dick appointment.”

“Well excuse me, your highness,” he grumbled as he slipped his Cuban link around his neck. “I see you tryna match my fly or whatever. You just gotta remind everybody know the Queen Bee is, huh?” he taunted as his eyes roamed over her curvy physique dressed in an outfit similar to his.

“Whatever nigga. Let’s go before I die of starvation,” she quipped as she made her way outside. He followed with a shake of his head and a loud barking laugh. Today was gonna be one for the books.

“Do you want your first gift now or later?” she asked as he finished his fourth short stack of pancakes.

“Now please,” he mumbled, flashing his perfect pearly whites. She smiled, reaching into the pocket of her messenger bag. She pulled out the smaller black and gold box and sat it in front of him. He wasted no time tearing open the box, revealing a set of 24-karat gold bottom grillz with a Cuban link accent.

“Yo, this shit is flames! Thank you, Princess.”

“I guess you’re welcome or whatever,” she replied with a smirk. He quickly removed his bottom caps, replacing them with the grill. He smiled and ran his tongue over the metal, eliciting a low groan from her.

“Hey, stop that. We’re in public.” He smirked, flicking his tongue a few more times before stopping completely.

“Nasty ass,” she grumbled.

“I don’t hear you complaining when ya pussy in my mouth.”

“Fuck you!” “After breakfast, ma.”

The rest of the day played out like a movie. After breakfast the pair went to the arcade and then shopping, spending copious amounts of money on one another. That was one of the traits about Erik that she loved and hated. He had been through so much in his life that he never wanted to be the center of attention. He would always find a way to do or buy something for her on his birthday. Just a token of his appreciation, he would say.

“Where we headed princess?” he asked as she drove near the outskirts of town.

“You’ll find out soon,” she replied as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. She was nervous about how he would react when they reached their destination and could only hope the she was doing the right thing. They drove for about 30 minutes before they reached St. Augustine Cemetery.

“A cemetery?” he asked in confusion. It’s now or never Shy.

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered. “I did a little research and found somethings I figured you’d want to see. If you don’t want to, tell me now and we can go home.” He searched her face, noting the seriousness of her tone. They sat in silence before he spoke again.

“What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to the black box in her bag. She hesitated before pulling it out and sitting it in his lap. She watched as his fingers slowly traced the box before he removed the lid and peered inside.

“How did you..”

“It wasn’t easy, but I called every prison in California to see if any of them had any records of a Sylvia Stevens. I finally found one just outside of Oakland. I went by and picked up everything she had in her possession when she died.” A lone tear fell down his cheek as he pulled out various items. There were photos of him as a baby, pictures of them when he and N’Jobu would come to visit, and a necklace with a ring, similar to the one that he wore around his neck in honor of his late father. They sat in silence as he immersed himself in the memories of his late mother.

“These were there too,” she said as she pulled out the stack of envelopes. His hands trembled as he held the letters, each one addressed to him.

“S-She responded,” he said in a whisper. “I was so angry because I wrote her every chance I got, but never received a response. I thought she forgot about me, but she responded to every one.”

“Do you want to get out?”

“Yeah.”

The pair made the short journey up the hill before stopping at a large oak tree.

“She didn’t have a headstone, so I bought one,” Hennessy confessed. Erik was silent as he gazed over the sight when his mother laid. His hand shakily reached out and touched the granite headstone.

“I miss you Mama,” was all he said before he fell to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks in streams. “I hope you can see me up there. I hope I’m making you proud. I’ve been so lost without you, yet you’ve been here this whole time. I wish you were here to see your grandchildren. They’re the most precious little things ever. Your daughter-in-laws are amazing too. I swear I don’t know where I would be without them.” Hennessy walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Shy. This means more to me than you’ll ever know,” he said as he wiped his tears on his shirt.

“I was nervous about bringing you here. I didn’t know how you would feel having to relive that pain again.” “Thank you, Princess. Now that I know where she is, I can finally get some closure. This was the best birthday gift ever.” The two shared a passionate kiss before sitting down under the oak tree. They sat for hours as Erik told the story of how he went to Wakanda and how he came to have 9 wives to the headstone as though her mother-in-law was right there. They finally headed back to the car when night fell, not wanting to be caught in a cemetery after dark. They spent the rest of the night in her greenhouse, getting high and reading the letters that Sylvia wrote to her son while she was incarcerated.

“I love you, Princess.” “I love you too, Daka. Happy birthday.”

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