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cela-astral-projection · 4 years

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They cursed my brother to his face "Go home, outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place"

Aedan trailed Lucio. Ebba close at his heel. Mercedes and Melchior were somewhere, far up ahead, probably scaring any game within several mile radii into hiding.

As with most activities with Lucio, it was a better idea in theory, than in practice. Aedan loved hunting. This, on the other hand, was walking in the forest and watching Lucio get pissed off. Which, while entertaining, was not the point of the endeavor.

They had managed one kill. A rabbit. Which Melchior had thoroughly mangled. The dogs had zero bite control when it came to retrieval. They were sweet dogs, but untrained, and dumb as a bag of hammers. The rabbit was unsalvagable. Thank the gods they weren't counting on this for survival.

A cry from above caught Aedan's attention. He'd know that sound anywhere. "Duckhawk," he muttered, looking up. Sure enough, there it was. A brown and white bird on the breeze. Soaring overhead.

"Duck...what?" Lucio stopped and looked over his shoulder, eyebrow arched. "That's not a duck. It's a falcon."

"Yes, Your Excellency. I am aware." Aedan replied, rolling his eyes. It was a Peregrine Falcon. Known to his mother's people as a Duckhawk.

"Have you ever seen a duck before? We have them at the palace. They swim in the fountain. They quack." Lucio continued, mocking.

Aedan sighed. "Yes, Lucio. I know what ducks are. Where I'm from that particular bird is called a duck hawk. I know you call it a peregrine falcon. It's a...regional distinction."

"So people are stupid where you come from?" Lucio turned to face him, arms crossed. He was fully smiling, now, teeth bared.

Well, at least he'd gotten him to stop bitching about the poor hunting.

"It's a po-tay-to/po-tah-to situation, bud. I know what the fuckin' bird is." Aedan said, playfully. Verbiage another guard wouldn't have gotten away with. But, when they were alone, like this, Aedan knew that the boundaries were much laxer.

"I'm not sure you do. Calling falcons ducks." Lucio laughed. "What kind of ignorant shit is that?"

Aedan laughed, breathy. "You wanna talk about ignorant? Have you met you?"

Lucio barked a laugh. "Me? I'm the fucking Count, motherfucker. I run this shit." He swirled an alchemical finger in the air.

"Which only proves failing upwards is a thing." Aedan retorted, eyebrow arched.

They both burst into laughter. Aedan shook his head and reached into his satchel, producing a small bag. He opened it and extended his arm to Lucio. "Cookie?"

Lucio sobered, reaching out to take the pouch from his hand. He sniffed it, warily. Then, his eyes softened a bit. "Where the hell did you get these?" He said, quiet.

Aedan scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "It's...an old recipe. I showed some of the kitchen girls how to make it. I mean, they're a bit thicker than I like them but...they got the spice right."

"Where the fuck did you get a recipe for Pepparkakor? I haven't had these in..." Decades. Since he was a kid.

Aedan waved his hand, dismissive. "Just...one of those things. Someone passing through passed it on to someone in the village. No big deal."

Lucio pulled a cookie from the bag and held it between two pointed fingers. Star-shaped. It was thin, but Aedan was right, just a little too thick. They were intensely fragrant, with cinnamon, clove, ginger, cardamom. A light dusting of confectioners sugar clinging. He placed it in his mouth. It snapped when he bit it, and then melted on his tongue. He closed his eyes. "Fuck me." He muttered, sighing.

"Good, ja?" Aedan watched, appraising him.

Lucio's eyes snapped open, eyes darting over Aedan. "Yeah...yeah. Good."

Aedan stuck his hand out, to retrieve the bag. Lucio placed a single cookie in his hand.

"Really, bud?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Fuck you. My cookies now," Lucio teased. "Be grateful I shared. You're welcome."

Aedan rolled his eyes and retrieved a bag of jerky from the bag. He was nothing if not prepared. Bad hunting was always made better by good hunting snacks. He took a piece for himself, and offered a piece to Ebba, who gratefully accepted, gently taking it from his flattened palm. He looked past Lucio into the distance.

"Where're your fuckin' dogs?" he asked.

Lucio turned, throwing a hand up in frustration. "Fucked if I know. If I had to guess they're up to their fucking ears in that muddy creek." He shook his head, then shrugged. "They'll come back. They always do."

Aedan scanned the scene and saw a downed tree. "Well, this has been goddamn useless. I'm gonna take a load off. You?"

Lucio nodded, resigned.

Together they sat. They passed the food back and forth. Dried fruit. Smoked almonds. Jerky. Aedan had even packed a block of cheese and a cheese knife.

"You got a whole goddamn charcuterie platter in there?" Lucio asked, a bit taken back by the spread.

"Close enough," Aedan replied.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, munching. It was a nice day. Warm, but wet. Overcast. The sky was white. The "duck hawk" was sitting on a branch overhead, observing them. Lucio stared up at it.

"Tell me about your village. I gotta know more about you ignorant fucks."

Aedan pulled a face. "You know that's my mommy you're talking about, right? I oughta beat your ass."

"Go for it. I'd like to see you try." Lucio laughed. "Seriously. What's the deal?"

"You wanna talk about me? Serious?" Aedan retorted. "You feelin' okay?"

Lucio narrowed his eyes. "Storytime. Do as you're told."

Aedan put his hands up in concession. "Fine, just remember, you asked."

He regaled him with stories from the village. Tales of crabbing. Diving, looking for abalone. He pulled his hunting knife from his boot, showing him the beautiful shell inlay in the hilt. A gift made by his mother and father when he was a child. A treasure. He talked about the mystics, like his mother and sister. Lucio perked up when he talked about the Datura ceremony.

"So, drugs. They had you doing drugs? For your 13th birthday?"

"I mean...you're not wrong." Aedan shrugged. "It's...a rite of passage. You see your dream helper. It's not exactly a good time. Unless you think feeling like your whole body is on fire and your eyes are burning out of your skull while an old man wafts stinking smoke in your face is fun. And that shit does not wear off for a while. And it can really fuck with your..." he waved his hand at the side of his head. "...brain. It took me a long time to get leveled out afterward."

Lucio tilted his head. "But, it worked? You saw your 'dream helper'?"

"Yeah...for all of us, it's pretty much the same." He said, pointing upwards at the bird. "Duck hawk."

"Huh," Lucio said, following his hand. "Interesting. What did it tell you?"

"It...showed me things. A great city. Great fortune. Loss. A lot of loss. There were weird visions of...bugs. Beetles. I felt death." He said, shifting uncomfortably. "I don't know. A lot of it didn't make sense. And I was a kid. And, it's a poisonous plant administered by an old fucker in a hut. Would not recommend."

"I'd like to try it, sometime," Lucio said.

Aedan rolled his eyes. "I'm not at all surprised by that information." He shook his head. "If you're serious...I know someone who can do the thing. But you have to swear not to hold her responsible for whatever happens."

"You think an apple is the thing that's gonna put me under? Please." Lucio laughed.

"Thornapple. Important distinction. And, it's entirely possible that it could be. It's not really something to fuck with." He cautioned, somewhat more serious. "But, the girl knows what she's doing. You'll be fine. Probably. Hopefully."

Then, across the clearing, two streaks of muddy brown, galloping towards them.

"Oh, fucking shit," Lucio swore, standing. "MERCEDES! MELCHIOR!" He stomped off to retrieve them. Aedan roared with laughter, nearly falling off the log. Lucio scrambled after them. "Fucking HELP ME!"

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Some months later, in spring, at a private dinner with Lucio and Nadia Lucio produced a mid-sized box and passed it over to Aedan, a wicked grin on his face. The box rocked back and forth in his hands like something was moving inside. He heard tiny quacks from inside and made quick work of opening it. A tiny duckling. A mallard. Still yellow and brown. He scooped it up in his hands, equal parts baffled and amused.

"That is a duck," Lucio said, howling with laughter. Aedan laughed, too, stroking its downy feathers.

"Oh, you fucker," he replied, planting a kiss on the tiny beak. "I love him."

Nadia looked utterly confused. But, she simply closed her eyes and shook her head. Best not to inquire, she found.

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sigurdjarlson · 5 years

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Diily’s old friend nightsaber sanctuary headcanons or just random headcanons about her sabers

She is genuinely baffled when people describe cats as cold and aloof. Clearly they’ve never been close with one if they thought that. They’re very demanding when they want cuddles and they want a lot of them. They just want them on their own terms and she respects that

She play wrestles with them constantly and finds it amusing when people freak out. She knows who she can trust enough to roughhouse with and who she can’t. Some sabers have less self control than others. She has the scars to prove it. She never blames the cat though. She knows it’s her own fault. They’re just doing what they were made to do.

Whitestorm one of her pure white frostsabers (am I stealing some of my fav warrior cats names on some of them?) was being trained and she made the mistake of traveling through Elwynn forest and well she ended up having to pay a farmer handsomely for his lost sheep. It’s not the first or last time this has happened

He tried to pretend he didn’t do it but he’s all white so..it’s not like he could hide the blood. Diily never punishes them because why would she for them doing what they were born to do? However she does double down on training them not to attack certain things until ordered to. It’s an exercise in self control for them really.

She’s taken to putting a “I need space” bandana on the sabers still be socialized or ones who are just moody. She saw it on a dog and thought it was a brilliant idea

She then proceeded to put one on Alaluria and Gaillen. Alaluria kept it

Full grown riding sabers may be huge but they don’t usually consider themselves to be. You can often find them sprawled across Diily who’s most likely just accepted her fate

They are big and demand cuddles. Give them the cuddles or they will..cuddle you anyway and there’s nothing you can do about it

They are apex predators. Designed by evolution to do one thing kill. Anything can be prey..including tiny bugs like flies. And this is as disastrous as you can imagine. Full grown nightsaber knocking furniture over and bowling over people to get to said fly.

Cubs however get more wiggle room and Diily will lift them up in the air and chase after flies so they can catch them. It’s hilarious. It’s even more hilarious if one or both of her sisters have a cub too and it’s like a competition (the saviors of Azeroth everybody..)

The laser pointer was an amazing discovery for Diily and she’s spent hours making them chase after the mysterious uncatchable red dot. She feels bad after a while and gives em a treat

Teething cubs are..Diily has scars all over hands. Her sisters do too. Many nightsaber handlers do if they deal with cubs frequently.

Ever had to take care of a nightsaber with a toothache? It’s more pathetic than frightening really. “You’re an apex predator you big baby”

She does have a rather decent array of veterinary knowledge. Some her mother taught her and the rest she learned in her 10,000+ years on Azeroth.

She stays in Stormwind and Dalaran frequently and honestly culture clashes are kind of hilarious. Apparently it is NOT acceptable to cut up mice in the middle of town for your new-just-starting-to-eat-solids cubs and this will cause people to send the guards to get you for some reason and then your boyfriend will have to bail you out

Nor is it acceptable to give your boyfriend dead animals at his workplace. Which honestly is kind of ridiculous if you ask her but whatever you say Khadgar

Bloodsicles are absolutely terrifying to most humans apparently. They’re not for her, you dimwits. Although..she has tasted them before out of curiosity (shhh) ...Alaluria kind of likes them

Rough housing is just sort of the Wintermoon daily schedule. It amuses Diily and her sisters how shocked people can be when they see them wrestling with her cats. And sure she’s gotten hurt by accident several times playing with them (they’re big buy don’t mean to usually) but she’s gotten hurt rough housing with Alaluria and Ladelia far more times. Especially Alaluria.

Shadowfang (Alaluria’s nightsaber turned felsaber) loves Illidan so much. Partially because he saved her life by using the fel to transform ber into a felsaber and also because she knows Alaluria loves him so..

Sometimes he gives her scratches when no one is looking. Shhhhh.

She likes to bring him dead demons and he’ll be like “go find me something bigger” and it was like a running joke with him and the cat. She never got a chance to bring him a pitlord though :/ to be fair Alaluria does the same thing to his amusement and satisfaction. (Weirdo)

The thing is..no night elf is immune to nightsaber charms. Even Illidan “The Betrayer” Stormrage. In very rare moments at the temple he’d sit with them and he’d pet her absentmindedly without even thinking about it.

He misses his nightsaber. No one really knows what happened to her besides him and he never talks about it. He does have a long fang in his chambers though. It’s customary for a night elf to keep the fang of their saber once they pass.

Her purr is bizarre and warped sounding now but it’s still cute to Alaluria. She loves her fel infused baby with all her heart.

Diily warmed to Illidan just a little more when she saw him petting Shadow.

Ashenvale was like a gut punch to her. The horde killed the sabers first (sadly this is canon via the book) so the night elves wouldn’t be able to ride away to get reinforcements

She wept for them just as much as she wept for her sisters in arms. And filled her with even more rage. How could you be so heartless? (I think that’s what made me finally burst into actual tears while reading)

there are members of the horde who decided to gloat openly about this. They won’t gloat about anything ever again

Sabers are not usually solitary. They live in prides like lions do. It’s how they were able to successfully be domesticated over millions of years. Similar to humans with wolves and then dogs.

They love unconditionally. It’s not uncommon for a saber to die by their handler’s side because they refuse to leave them even after their body has long been cold. They will die to protect their handlers. Without question and without hesitation.

Diily feels it’s only fair they receive the same unconditional love and loyalty back. Nothing pisses her off more than someone mistreating their nightsaber. How dare you? You have to be a special kind of monster to hurt one when they’ve done nothing but love you.

Nightsabers are incredibly long lived. Which is kind of canon. Tyrande has had hers for thousands upon thousands of years. I couldn’t tell you how or why they are but they are as long-lived as their elven companions.

It’s incredibly difficult to rehome a saber after they lose their rider. They tend to become very aggressive and standoffish. It takes a lot of time and patience and TLC to help them move on.

Sometimes wisps play with nightsabers. No one could know whether or not they knew the nightsaber in their lifetime or if they’re just fond of them but they’ll drift close and then of paws reach, letting them chase them (paws will just go right through them) interestingly enough their claws are always sheathed when doing this. As if they know it’s play

Diily has had to teach her cats not to hunt ravens after an unfortunate incident with Khadgar. He was fine but he never wants to be caught between a saber’s jaws again lmao. It was very unpleasant.

Some like to swim some don’t. Many do though if they’re introduced to water as cubs. Diily has so much fun with it.

Diily commands them in Darnassian. It’s kind of amusing to watch an enemy’s face pale when she says something they can’t understand and suddenly there’s a very large saber advancing towards them. “Kill.” Is the command you don’t want though because cute as they are they do that very well.

She enjoys the hunt as much as they do.

She usually doesn’t let them eat corpses of people unless she has absolutely no respect for the person they killed. It’s kind of macabre but her sabers have to eat after all..

There’s a myth that once they’ve tasted human flesh they’ll become man-eaters and Diily finds it amusing because all of them have tasted human flesh and they’re no different than they were before. “Who’s mama’s little man-eater? You are!”

There are so many morphs and subspecies. Especially once tigers started becoming common pets. You can find some very unique colors and patterns. Although most night elves don’t allow them to mix with other species.

Dental hygiene is important and you can find Diily brushing their fangs sometimes and it’s just very amusing.

They usually keep their own claws trimmed if the ripped up tree trunks are any indication.

Like any animal they can have behavioral issues. Food aggression, fear aggression, etc. you just have to know how to read them and work with them.

They’re very in tune with their owners and usually you can tell when an elf doesn’t like someone even if they have the sweetest smile on their face..because their saber is acting particularly aggressive around that person.

On the flip side they like people who their owners like. Usually.

Don’t be fooled Diily has scars from making mistakes with sabers. Moving too fast, too close too soon, turning her back on an untrained one. She never blames them though. Not even for a second. It’s her fault. They’re doing what they were born to do.

They are bottomless pits. They are always hungry and act like they’re starving but they just ate an entire moose. Don’t be fooled by the big eyes and cute meows.

They are big cats but they’re still cats. They knock things over for no reason. They LOVE boxes. They get the zoomies.

Fat sabers exist. It’s not healthy naturally but god damn it..you can’t help but find it cute when you see one.

Don’t make jokes about turning her cats into coats or rugs. Just..don’t.

Some like being brushed and pampered some don’t. It just depends on the saber.

They are very intelligent. Sometimes they seem as intelligent as their elven companions. Honestly they are.

Diily loves her babies

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Brown Sugah Baby: Chapter 6

Here we go with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! I only own the OCs in this story and the events. There is a hint of abuse mentioned in here, I was once a victim of mental abuse and I’ve gotten better. If you need someone to talk to, my box is always open. Without further ado, here we go! Let me know if you wanna be in the tag squad! Feedback is always appreciated!

Word Count: 3,434

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse and language

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic || @terrablaze514 || @themyscxiras || @sirenmouths || @chaneajoyyy

In the midst of everything going on, winter break finally made its way to Southern University. This game of ‘not talking’ between M’Baku and Nefe, went on longer than anticipated. But for the holidays, Nefe to Miami for Christmas and Nattie went to Wakanda with T’Challa. At this point in time, he told her his true identity and what he was doing at an HBCU for.

Nattie didn’t know how to take it at all. She did however pass out in the middle of the throne room and hadn’t woken up for a good few hours or so.

“So you mean to tell me that, you’re about to become king of Wakanda. The most technologically advanced country in the world?”

She asked with a questionable expression on her face, sitting next to T’Challa as he held an ice pack on her head, on his bed. His room had overlooked the city below that was breathtaking.

“Yes I am. Nakia is a war dog, she presented the idea to go to school in America. I hope this doesn’t change anything about how yuh feel about me.”

Placing a hand on her cheek to ease her pain, Nattie placed hers on top and smiled sweetly. Breathing evenly before responding.

“It’ll take me some getting used to, but I also know that I have to tell Nefe. We promised no more secrets after the whole Sean and Melanie thing. She chewed my ass out over that and I hate myself for it.”

“You did what you had to do. She is your best friend, and sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.” Holding her close to him, a gentle kiss was laid.

“Oh and about telling Nefe, you can't tell her anything. At least not yet.”

“Ok pause. What do you mean I can’t? You know how she gets T’Challa, I can’t hide shit from her anymore.”

Feeling her head throb in pain, she laid back down to close her eyes and center her breathing more.

“You can’t say anything because,” T’Challa sighed heavily and closed his eyes before continuing on.

“Because what-”

“Because M’Baku has to tell her. That’s why.”

What was he talking about now? None of this made sense at all and she needed to to know more.

“What does that have to do with M’Baku? It’s not like he’s detained to be king too.”

There was a poignant silence in the air, as her eyes got wide in astonishment.

“No way. You mean to tell me that M’Baku is going to become-”

“King of the mountains. Jabari Land to be more accurate.”

All of this didn’t make sense to Nattie at all, but then a thought came to mind. She remembered the metal looking bracelets she saw on Nakia and Okoye’s wrists at a party one time, but never questioned them.

“You guys have these thick metal bracelets right? Y’all never leave the house without it.”

“These are kimoyo beads. Made out of vibranium and somewhat holographic.” T’Challa explains as he tapped on the bracelet and a hologram of his sister popped up.

“Brother, is everything ok- oh my. You told her!” Shuri shrieked through the projection, causing Nattie to chuckle a bit.

“Yeah he uh- finally told me. I now have to keep it a secret from Nefe. Which will be hard to do, seeing as though she scares the hell outta me and we promised to not keep secrets anymore.” She directed her attention towards T’Challa who looked apologetic for all of it.

“If I know my brother well, he’ll let you know when to tell her. Or have M’Baku do it. Has he told her yet, after finding out they’ve known each other since they were kids?”

Nattie rolled her eyes at T’Challa, knowing he told his sister.

“You really can’t hold water can you?”

“You told me, so I told my sister. Who I’m sure told all of Wakanda.”

Shuri shrugged, waving goodbye to them both before disappearing.

“We have to get back to school tomorrow, and I want a bracelet.” Nattie looked at T’Challa with a sweet expression, causing him to smile and chuckle.

“Are you indicating, that you see a future with me already?” The soft caress on her cheek made her look into his eyes lovingly.

“Maybe. Only time will tell, my Prince.” She kisses him sweetly, holding his face in her hands before breaking it.

“Time to pack?”

“Time to pack.”

-24 Hours Later-

Nefe made it back to Shreveport safe and sound, with focus on finishing junior year strong. Only one more yet left and she couldn’t handle all the pressure of drama; boys and possibly failing classes. She needed this degree in science of music. At least she’d have something to fall back on.

Before everyone left for Christmas break, Nefe made sure to talk to Nattie about not keeping secrets from each, other or the crew ever again. To be completely honest, Nefe was already breaking it by not telling anyone that Sean had hit her a few times. The only person who probably noticed the marks under the makeup, which was hidden very well with an untrained eye, was M’Baku.

He knew but didn’t say anything because he knew how much she loved Sean, yet saw his true colors a few months ago. All that is behind everyone now, and everything should go back on track. The weather is nice out, the crew is back to normal or so they thought.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Nefe mumbles to herself as she unravels a scene before her very eyes.

Melanie all over M’Baku again, in the courtyard, even after the whole fight that broke out. She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn’t do any of that because it would be held over her head. She had feelings for M’Baku and didn’t know how to tell him at all. It broke her down so much.

Shooting a quick text to Nattie to meet her in the yard, she could’ve sworn Melanie looked at her. For a split second she sent a menacing smile and wink, towards Nefe, and kissed M’Baku. She couldn’t look or think straight, the rage boiled up in her with rage and fury as she stormed off.

Nattie came once she saw her best friend walk off in tears. Curiously over the scene 20 feet away, she saw the beginning of the fight between the two. She couldn’t tell her best friend yet till she was calm and ready. So she comforted her with buying her lunch and decided to have a sleepover with the Deltas.

“Melanie! What the fuck was that?!” M’Baku growled in rage as he pushed her off him, wiping his mouth off in disgust.

“Giving you what you missed all winter break, baby.” She placed her arms around his neck, and was pushed off once more.

“I told you once, and imma tell you again: I don’t want you anymore. We are done. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” M’Baku was beyond pissed off at this point.

“Why do you like her?! I don’t fucking get it! What does she have that I don’t?!”

Giving Melanie a once over, he scoffed while rubbing his chin. Shaking his head before responding, he arched a brow at her.

“Self respect and integrity for one. You just get on my nerves. I put up with your shit for too long, just go to Sean. He knows how to deal with you better than I can.”

He stormed off leaving Melanie in shock and embarrassment, causing her to storm off as well in anger.

Meanwhile, M’Baku took his anger out at the gym like always. He couldn’t stand the fact that Melanie didn’t understand that he wasn’t into her like that anymore.

“Girl troubles I see?” T’Challa asked as he leaned on the weight bar, occasionally spotting M’Baku to help out.

“You have no idea. She won’t leave me alone at all.” M’Baku didn’t know what to do anymore about Melanie, and it put a strain on his friendship with Nefe. Which frightened him.

“Forget about her. You need to focus on Nefertiti, mainly because she saw you earlier.” Erik chimed in, taking his Beats out of his ears.

“Damn it. I’m gonna have to talk to her.”

“I’d rather you let her cool off. She looked pretty peeved about it. It might’ve been karma? Which is a bad example and imma shut up now.”

“At least you tried T’Challa.” Erik snickered a bit, causing M’Baku to join in. He sighed gently and rubbed his face with a tired expression.

“Are the girls busy tonight?” He asked with caution.

“Yeah they’re having a pj party, tonight. The welcome back bash.” T’Challa responded while getting his stuff to head to his Greek house.

“I’ll probably talk to her tomorrow then. Cause I saw Sean with her earlier too. This can’t go on forever.”

M’Baku left the gym with god boys with determination on his mind to talk to his best friend.

-PJ Bash-

“Nefe! Can you grab the China Glaze polish case please?” It was the annual DST pj bash, as an event to say welcome back to school. Knowing that Nefe wasn’t in any mood to talk about what had transpired over the last few hours or so, she faced the music anyway.

“Yeah I got it.” Getting up from her spot on the couch, after deleting all her pictures of her and Sean from her phone, she grabbed the polish bucket from the cabinet.

The bash was going outside in the grand hall building, where every party was held and was occupied by many students for the bash. Not just the divine nine. Heading down to the bash with the girls, with the supplies, she felt comfy yet sexy in her pajamas. The were a simple silk tank top and shorts set with a matching robe, that floated behind her every time she walked. Her hair was in a high puff ball, in all its wash day glory. She saw M’Baku walk in with his friends and immediately felt her heart beat out of her chest.

She wanted to talk to him. No she needed to and now was a good time as any. ‘Man he looks good’ she thought to herself. She watched as his dri fit white shirt cling to his muscles, as his grey sweatpants accentuated his ass like a god that he is.

“Damn..” she mumbled to herself eyeing him over and over again. Thinking about the possible things she wouldn’t mind doing to him.

“Hey sis. I gotta talk to you about something.” Nattie grabbed the polish box, breaking her friend’s concentration, and guided Nefe towards the balcony.

“Uh sure. What’s up?”

“Well you know how over winter break I went to Wakanda with T’Challa? And before when we promised we wouldn’t hide anything from each other?” Nattie started off shakily and fiddled with her red robe string.

“Yeah. What about it? Need to tell me something don’t you?” With an arched brow, Nefe leaned against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes yes I do.” Nattie sighs gently and braces herself. “Over winter break I was Wakanda, obviously, and T’Challa had mentioned something to me. Something important.”

Nefe furrowed her brows and was waiting for her friend to finish.

“Go on.” She urged her.

“He told me he’s next in line for the Wakanda throne, Nefe. He and Shuri are royals; Nakia and Erik are war dogs, Okoye is his badass general and M’Baku is a royal too. But he’s next in line for the Jabari Land throne.”

Once she got it all out in one breath, the space between then two was silent. Nothing but silence and it was broken by Nefe laughing. She held her sides as she continued on.

“Oh that’s a good one. An African prince coming to America for school, that’s rich. On top of that, his friends coming along as well.” Nefe couldn’t believe her friend at all. What would a prince come to America for school?

“You think- you think I’m lying? You’ve really gone down to that point in our friendship. Wow, can not believe that my best friend is calling me a liar.” Nattie shook her head in disbelief at her friends accusation.

“I’m not calling you a liar. I would never do that to you. We’ve been through too much growing up and I would never, I swear on my Nikes.” If she swore in her Nike’s, she meant business.

“Why would royalty come to America for school? They’re from one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world, and they came here. That doesn’t make sense to me.” Nefe felt out of place and not in the right space.

“Listen, I accept your apology if we go get gelato tomorrow. Who you need to talk to is him.” Nattie moved her head in M’Baku’s general direction, to where he was at the party.

“Deal on the gelato. I’m so very sorry for accusing you and I appreciate you for telling me the truth. I’ll talk to him about it soon, along with something important.” Nefe hugged her best friend tightly before heading downstairs.

Making her way towards the dance floor, in a busy sea of college kids it their pajamas, Melanie and Nefertiti glanced at each other for a split second before minding their own business. Feeling her nerves rush towards her again, as she journeyed closer to him.

“H-hey, ahem. Can we go somewhere and talk?” Tapping his shoulder gently, Nefe saw his smiling face for the first time in a month since they last talked. Receiving a gentle nod from him, she took his hand and headed towards the door to head her sorority house. Which was literally next door.

“Uh where you think you’re going?” Melanie stood in front of them, blocking their way.

Nefe didn’t have time for this again. She got in her face and was real personal about it.

“Move, or be moved.” She gritted her teeth and flared her nostrils. Making her fear her. Melanie gulped and moved out the way.

With a roll of her eyes Nefe continued her path with M’Baku in tow. Heading upstairs to her room, and locking the door just in case.

“What do you see in her? Honestly that’s got to be one of the dumbest choices you’ve made.” Nefe scoffed and walked around the room with her hands on her hips.

“Oh my dumbest choice? That’s funny coming from someone who dated the score keeper.” This was the chance M’Baku has waited for. He wanted to tell her off but also express his feelings.

“Score keeper? What are you talking about? You went out with Melanie and watched her make my life hell cause I’m friends with you!”

“Nefertiti you went out with Sean, that was the stupidest shit you’ve ever done. We’ve tried to tell you over and over again, he was using you!” He never called her by her full first name and it scared her. Yet she was never one to back down.

“I know how to handle my goddamn battles M’Baku. You know me, damn it! Melanie thrives on making my life hell-”

“Sean tried to make mine hell but I beat him to it every time.”

The tension could be cut with a knife between theses two and their bickering. Nattie and the gang had followed them of course to be nosy, trying to listen against the door and the walls.

“You need to make a god damn choice, M’Baku! I’m not gonna be waiting forever.” Nefe was fuming mad over all of this and needed to get it through his head that he needed to make an choice.

“I have to make a choice now? What about you? This isn’t just on me Nefertiti! Me or Sean?” Once he got in her face, his voice dropped a few octaves, making it extremely hard for her to focus.

It took her a minute to collect her bearings; felt her rage build up all at once, and had the courage to talk back to him.

”Me or Melanie? Take your pick, because at this rate I’m done playing charades with you. Your highness.” The grit in teeth and the emphasis on highness, made it worse.

The color seemed to drain from his face as he looked into her eyes, when the moon reflected upon them. His breathing was heavy and caught in his throat. Who told her?

“How do you know about that? How told you?” He was more worried than he should be.

“Nattie did. Told me all about her winter vacation to Wakanda, to meet his mother. I’m surprised Melanie doesn’t know. Ha, she’d go through hell or high water just to keep your demanding ass.” The snarl didn’t help her case anyhow.

“My demanding ass? Wow ok. You’re the one whose demanding, you’re the one who was stuck up so far Sean’s fake ass that you couldn’t see the truth. You couldn’t tell anyone, expect me, as to why he hit you!”

“He what?! Imma kill his ass.” Erik mumbled in a whisper on the other side of the door.

“Not until I get him first.” Nattie added with him. No one hurts her best friend and gets away with it.

This time Nefe’s face fell in embarrassment and regret.

“I-” her words were choked up.

“Nothing to say huh? It hurt me when you said it. My best friend, from childhood I might add, was being hit because she told him no. But when shit hit the fan, you finally left and let go.” His voice was softer and soothing. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes, to make sure she heard every word.

“I didn’t know what to do after the third time. It was all a shock that it happened to me. When I told him I needed a break he wasn’t happy and stormed out. He tried to get me back that day before our date, and I told him that we’re done. He gave me one last hug and I guess you saw that.” She explained and then remembered all of it, scene for scene.

“I did and that’s why I broke our date. I thought he got you back.” His thumb caressed her high cheekbone, as her eyes shifted.

“I was gonna talk to you too, but Melanie kissed you earlier and just infuriates me how much she craves-”

M’Baku couldn’t take it anymore with their constant bickering, so he took matters into his own hands, and just pinned her to the wall kissing her with everything in him.

The sudden gasp that left her lips, as they kissed, made her light headed. She didn’t know what to think or do, so she just went with her gut and returned the kiss in all its entirety.

“You...you just kissed me.” Her voice was hushed. Their breaths mingling in synchronization with their heavy breathing, as the kiss was broken. The shear moment alone took her breath away, freezing the muscles in her body as he kept her hands on his biceps. Having dreamt of this moment for years but never thought it would happen. Thankful to the gods that it is.

“And uh, I’m about to do it again.” He whispers against her full lips, pulling her curvy body closer to his rigid torso. Letting his rough hands take their perspective journey along her back, as if they were destined to be there. Her hands were locked around his neck, debating on what to do next. Throwing caution to the wind, going with what her heart wanted, she looked up into his soft loving brown eyes with her golden brown ones, and bit her lip.

“What’s stopping you?” She whispered back, kissing him harder than he did before. A pleased groan escaped from both of them, all the pent up frustration leaving their bodies into the atmosphere. Their lips fit together like a puzzle piece as the moves in sync, holding on to each other for dear life. Her nimble fingers moved under his shirt, tracing the hard working muscles. His hands traveled as well, from her hips to over her voluptuous ass and gave a hard squeeze. Earning a shaky moan from her, while she dragged her nails against the back of his neck. There was no turning back now, and neither of them cared.

#mbaku imagine #mbaku x oc #wives of mbaku #mbaku x nefertiti #mbaku x nefertiti adisa #winston duke #winston duke x amara la negra #Amara La Negra #brown sugah baby #M'Baku #mbaku fanfiction

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ungoliants-lair · 5 years

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I feel like a lot of ppl get dogs nowadays without acknowledging that dogs take a lot of work and time; and once that realization becomes clear they pawn the poor animal off on someone else. My cousin found a dog and then went to one animal shelter to look at missing pets and when she didn’t see any decided to keep the dog, this was 2 years ago when she lived in a dorm and so of course my mother offered to keep the dog for her (I live at home and pay rent but somehow didn’t get a say in this), my cousin did not pay for any dog food and when she first got her I was heavily pregnant and the dog was slightly aggressive. I told everyone that I wanted the dog gone before I gave birth, everyone told me I was overreacting, so for the past 2 years this dog has been an outside dog with minimal attention and social time. I hated it, this was not a good way to treat her but I work full time, have a child, and don’t have time to retrain a dog that bites, but every time I asked my cousin to take her or at least find a better equipped home for her I was told I was being mean. Well finally the dog is gone, and my cousin has her in her new apartment and is going to put her in a crate whenever she’s not at home....I just....it’s ridiculous and unfair, if you don’t have time for a dog don’t get a dog. Next: my sister, she get overexcited huge purebreed dog....while in college....to join the military....yeah she’s an idiot. So of course while I was pregnant the dog went to us, now the dog jumps so once again outside he went (I’d like it on the record that everyone was aware that these dogs were 24/7 outside dogs and they didn’t mind), my sister got sent overseas and the dog stayed for a bit longer...then she got pregnant and all of a sudden it wasn’t “safe” for her to have the dog (I’m still pissed about that) now when we first got the dog she at least was sending us a bag of food....she hasn’t in the past 6 months. She was also complaining about how untrained he was so I went found a dog trainer had a meeting with them got a quote and all of a sudden she was complaining about how expensive it was and decided to buy him a shock collar instead....I have never put that thing on him and never will. I’m just exhausted spending all this time and money on dogs that are not mine when their owners don’t care about their health and well-being, I can’t afford super expensive good dog food because they’re big dogs and eat a lot so they’ve been eating the cheap stuff and I feel bad about it but at the same time I need to eat, my daughter needs to eat, and my cats need to eat as well (which everyone always feels the need to say things about me having so many cats when i actually take care of them and don’t pawn them off on other ppl). So I guess the moral of the story is animals required money and time; if you don’t have that don’t get one. Also because I feel real anger about this my cousins dog is a god damn husky - she was okay with her beloved dog being outside in Texas summer rather than admit that the best thing would be to find her a better equipped home (I couldn’t have an aggressive dog inside around my small daughter, or my cats, and I couldn’t even get the dog groomed cause she would bite the workers so she had way to much fur and was flea infested). Oh and now my mother (who I have told repeatedly that I don’t want any more dogs that I will be responsible for) has decided to take in this old mans dog...the damn creature chases cats because of course it’s a small dog, has already made plenty of messes in the living room and gets fleas ridiculously easy and of course loves jumping on furniture (tiny dog needs to stay inside because she gets aggressive towards other dogs). At this point in time I’m saving as much as I can to move far far away and be able to say no when someone wants me to watch their dog.

#i didnt realize i was this angry about it #putting it all out there is calming in a way #pet care #dont take advantage of others kindness

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My wrists hurt, inexplicably. Perhaps I slept funny, funny peculiar. Last night I dreamt of a cramped police cell, my hands folded behind my back. My eyes are glazed and the mountain of coffee cups perch precariously on my desk, ready to topple with the slightest of nudges. In my past life I was a rapist, or a traitor. Maybe I raped the queen, I definitely did something vicious and evil; it’s the only explanation for this existence. In this life I’m just a poor sap who ended up in the wrong job, with the wrong people, fantasising about tropical beaches and statuesque, tanned women serving me drinks in coconut shells. I talk to myself a lot. I used to wonder if I was unwell, but now I just blame it on the pills.

There’s a lady who often sits behind me. She’s mid-thirties, a couple of kids and a bored husband. She isn’t attractive but every time she leans over my shoulder to help me with an account I feel my dick get hard. She knows this; she plays to it, bending over in front of me and discussing her absent sex life within earshot. She knows I want to fuck her. I haven’t had physical contact with a woman since my girlfriend left me a lifetime ago, and because of that I will fuck my colleague at some point, probably in the toilets on a wet and windy lunch break. It’ll be disappointing and I’ll have to move to the other side of the office to escape any awkward exchanges. It’s the only reason I’ve abstained thus far, that I like my spot. Its right next to the window so I can gaze mournfully at people out on the street, free of gainful employment, begging for scraps. How I long to be in their torn and tatty shoes. At the very least they have a dog to keep them company, as much vitamin D as they need and the occasional rock of crack to see them through the night. I’ve got a five figure income, a pension I hopefully won’t live long enough to claim and haemorrhoids. I bring my own cushion into work; it’s a source of mystery and gossip throughout the office. Maybe one day before I leave I’ll show them all why I need it. Just drop my pants and give them a full uncensored view of my discomfort.

I’ve been here for five long years. That’s the same sentence handed out to drug dealers. I knew from day one I’d chosen the wrong career path. I would’ve made quadruple the amount I clear peddling coke to teenagers.

I lock my work station and walk to the toilet to take a piss. Some cretin I once asked for a lighter from tries to engage me in conversation as I unzip my fly. It’s unacceptable. I grunt and focus on emptying my bowels. There should be a sign on the door instructing people to shut the fuck up the minute they walk in. It’s a sanctuary, not a nightclub. If I wanted to talk to you whilst I had my dick in my hand I’d ask you out for a drink.

I sit back down, and as I do my boss approaches. If this place really is hell then she is the devil, dressed in Primark, attaching her action plans and personal development programs to her pitchfork and shoving them so far up my pained backside that I’m coughing up numbers and figures and pie charts all over my loafers. She wears glasses that magnify her wonky eyes, tiny little spongy balls that bounce around inside her malformed skull. Her hair is like straw, tied back to her head with garden twine. She has a lisp that grates on me so much I’d offer to pay for her speech therapy if she wasn’t such a cunt. The only thing I want to give her is a new super drug I’ve invented in my mind that makes her womb barren. I call her the lemming, on account of her being a small rat like creature. She tells me I was late for work this morning. I already knew that, I had a joint before I started and couldn’t tear myself away from the news. Some giddy little prick giving his smarmy views on the days current affairs is like opiates to me. She tells me to buck my ideas up, that if I’m late again tomorrow she’ll be forced to act, because it’s becoming too much of a regular occurrence. I nod solemnly, without saying a word. None of the words I would like to say to her seem appropriate in this setting. She leaves; I daydream about what it would feel like to sink a kitchen knife in between her shoulder blades.

My friend enters the building. He’s a charming, affable loner, perennially dressed all in black and with a penchant for Canadian electro-metal music. Everyone at the company thinks he’s weird, I consider him the only other person like me in a ten mile radius. He takes his usual seat just opposite mine, and smiles sweetly.

“Morning Desmond” I whisper. Our conversations are conducted at the lowest possible decibel level, so as to avoid anyone else interfering, or actually clocking on the nature of what we discuss, as more often than not the topics would be deemed taboo, or discipline worthy. We talk about a book I earlier recommended him, on a subject matter we both find deeply interesting. Desmond is what some might call ‘a troubled soul’. I’ve always found it offensive that the human race has an unwavering ability to categorise others into either good or bad. Sometimes it isn’t that simple. Desmond isn’t a bad person, but his thoughts are dark, a lot darker than your average young adult conjures. He isn’t particular good either, but he’s been the only consistent friend I’ve had in this place. He mentioned once before that he sees me as something of a kindred spirit, which alerted me to my own shortcomings. Our lives have been parallel. Both lost our parents far too early, both mercilessly bullied throughout our formative years, both vulnerable. We turned out remarkably similar. But whilst my daydreaming can be on the verge of homicidal, Desmonds daydreaming is disturbed. When I introduced him to anarchism, he introduced me to the occult. We have a bad cop bad cop relationship, and it makes the hours pass faster. His voice is soft, unlike his exterior. A unit of a man, possessing a body built to bring pain and suffering upon anyone who should cross him. What was once a source of mental anguish is now a key component in his arsenal. He doesn’t suffer fools easily, and his weight and power stop him from having to. Even the lemming is scared of him, and leaves him to conduct his daily business s in peace. His eyes are wide as he talks about the book, about the things it’s taught him and, indirectly, about his plan. To the untrained ear his words are mumbled and indecipherable. I understand every garbled syllable, but the women that sit either side of him are clueless. They simply sip their camomile tea and talk to each other through him about Coronation Street. I’ve never watched the show but I know everything about thanks to Gillian and Mary, it’s like their porn. I imagine them masturbating to flickering images of Ken Barlows sweater vest, climaxing just as the credits roll, then it’s back to a cross-stitch art piece of a kitten chasing a ball of string. Then I daydream of their cold, dead bodies as I stand over them. Desmond put that image in my head weeks ago, and it’s been pretty difficult to shift. The thing about Desmond, the thing about him that intrigues me as much as it frightens me, is that he’s dangerous.

Desmond has been talking about his plan for the last eighteen months or so. It started as idle musings and has snowballed to its current state, not yet fully formed but fairly advanced. He speaks of it often, dropping it into any conversation he can, except for between working hours of course. This time spent making allusions to it without actually mentioning it. Not that Mary and Gill or any of the other ladies of a certain age would have any fucking idea what was going on even if he detailed it out to them. They could have Kim Jong Il sat across from them explaining his nuclear programme and plans for global domination and they’d still try to talk to him about whatever wank was on ITV last night. Still, he is whispered and careful. Though a friend, he frightens me. And though I should’ve tried to stop him, or alerted someone about his plans, I haven’t. If it makes me an accessory then so be it, I’m too tired and depressed to care.

The clock ticks over. It’s time to go home. I bid farewell to Desmond and walk through the automatic doors, passed the troll of a security guard who spends more time leaching at the young girls than he doors providing any kind of security, and into the pinkish glow of the autumnal night sky.

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