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jotaroslooseeyebrowhair · 1 year

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(un)dead beat dad (Chapter 1)

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edit: please ignore my misspellings im super sick :)

Danny spits blood onto the floor of the tower he was in, his hand pressed against the cuts in his chest, barely holding himself together. He cursed as he felt the ice melting around his chest and dripping to the floor. With a shaky breath, he froze it up again, not as thick this time though. Damn. Danny stood, using the wall to stabilize himself. Smearing his glowing green blood all over the wall. He stumbled up the stairs, spilling puddles of green throughout his walk. He got to the top and fell into the door, black impeding his vision as the large blue-skinned figure floated towards him. “Heya clocky,” Danny whispered with a wet chuckle as he lost consciousness fully, slumping to the floor in a pile of green blood as the white rings encompassed his body.

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“Fuck” clockwork said out loud. Somehow, some way, he had not seen this reality. I mean, of course, he had seen the realities where the Fentons had reacted… badly… to say the least. And of course, he had seen the realities where Danny ventured into the ghost zone to find help, hell he had seen every single one and ancients did his heart ache at those. But this? Clockwork hadn’t seen a reality where Danny came to him. How had he not seen that? How had he glossed over that reality? Maybe if he went back through all of those again and tried another time, maybe he could see what he was supposed to do to stop this, maybe he could see what direction he was supposed to go, maybe he could see what he's supposed to do now-

A cough cut him out of his thinking. For once, time is the thing he didn’t have. He thought quickly, what was he supposed to do? He can’t take care of Danny himself, and Danny wont last much longer if he just stays here thinking but ancients what is he supposed to do…. Clockwork snaps his fingers and carefully picks Danny up in a bridal carry, careful not to upset the angry-looking Y-shaped wound on his chest bleeding through his torn medical scrubs. Clockwork waved his staff the best he could while holding Danny, making a portal, and floating through.

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Gotham had been having a wonderful night. Her knights had taken down more than a few of her least favorite assholes, and, as a reward, she made the sky a bit more clear. She loved when those stars shone through her sky. Well, her night had been going well, until she felt a familiar portal open up behind her.

“Ahhhh, my favorite stuck-up bastard. How's it going clockwork? Time treating you well?” She said in her sweet new-jersey accent; snickering and smiling at her pun, taking a drag of her cigarette. Holding the opera-length cigarette holder just past her lips, she blew out the smoke. She rested her other hand on her hip, her sparkling sangria-colored dress flowing over her plump hips. She turned around, her gorgeous crown of black corkscrew curls coming together in a beautiful afro, bouncing as she looked at clockwork. She took a moment to assess the bleeding boy in his arms before looking clockwork in his ruby eyes. “Clockwork, love, what the fuck.”

Clockwork sighed and floated toward Gotham. “This boy… This is the king. He was attacked in his own home by his guardians. He came to me but… but I've never seen this timeline. I wasn’t sure what to do with the boy, but I knew you had knights that could protect him.” Clockwork stared down at the boy in his arms. Gotham took a moment to digest the new information.

“The king, his majesty phantom, is this boy?” Gotham asked, disbelief clear in her voice, Clockwork only nodded and held out the boy to Gotham.

“Yes, he is. I don’t have anyone else to bring him to. I’ll make this easier on you, as thanks.” Clockwork said, handing Danny to Gotham. Gotham flicked the cigarette and its holder out of existence, her feathered boa tickling the boy now in her arms.

“A bit scrawny, is he not?” She smiled lovingly down at the boy king. Clockwork smiled at the two and brought his hand to Dannys' head, a deep blue glow found its way between his hand and the boy king. Gotham stared in wonder as Danny shrunk in her arms. She looked at Clockwork in disbelief for a moment. “Clockwork, I usually do not question your ways, but what are you doing this for?”

“All as it should be. Good luck Danny.” Clockwork smiled and patted the small boys black hair, though it was caked in blood.

Gotham looked down at the boy in her arms, “Daniel. A name fit for a king. Now, I know exactly which of my knights to bring you to. No need to worry your highness, He will take care of you as none else have.” She turned her head to where clockwork was with a thank you on her lips, seeing he already left. She huffed in annoyance and turned towards the streets of her city, she knows exactly where her knight is.

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Jason was having one hell of a night. I mean, the muggings, a robbery, and the riddler? A great night, really. Well, his patrol was finally over, so he crawled through the fire escape to his house and stilled at the chill in the air. Someone else was in his apartment. Jason swung his arm around, pistol cocked and ready to fire, pointing at…. Nothing? A huff of laughter came from the too-dark shadows in the corners of his living room. A tall woman with deep ebony skin sashayed her way from the shadows, a gorgeous dress hugging her thick curves in all the best ways. She smiled at Jason and held the boy in her arms higher, so Jason could see him.

“My knight. I have a request of you, a friend of mine has placed this boy in my care, but I know nothing of raising children.” Jason tried to cut her off with a ‘you think I know jack-shit about kids either???’ but she shushed him with a wave of her hand as she laid the small boy on his beat-up couch. “Of all of my knights, I have deemed you to be the most well-suited to take on this task. This is Daniel, High King of the Infinite Realms. Though he looks younger than he truly is, do not underestimate him. He needs medical attention and someplace to call home. You, Jason, are the best and only option for this task.” Jason stood there dumbfounded. Who the fuck does this lady think she is? Coming out of nowhere giving him a kid and talking to him as if she knew him? And she knows his secret identity!

Jason went to say something but found no words on his tongue as the woman before him dissolved into smoke before his eyes, leaving a bloody kid on his couch. Jason sighed and took off his mask, leaving only his domino. “Well, fuck me I guess” He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and took off his jacket. Who on earth was that? And how did she disappear like that? How on earth did she get into his apartment? Why did she leave a bloody kid- oh fuck the kid-

Jason stopped what he was doing and stared at the bloody kid on his couch. The kid looked bout six, if he had to guess, but was far too skinny for a healthy six-year-old. Jason paced over silently and let his eyes wander over the small boy. Jason breathed out a small ‘fuck’ and bent down to where the kid's eyes were and tapped his shoulder… nothing. He tapped again and a small groan escaped the boy, huh. Jason gently shook the boy and watched as the small boy's eyes fluttered open to reveal an icy blue. The kid took a moment to adjust, as he glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Jason. Immediately, the boy jumped up, falling over the backside of the couch with a loud thump, scooting to the wall behind him. Well… that wasn’t, exactly what Jason was expecting. Loud heaving breaths were heard behind the couch and jason crawled around, to peak at the boy. As soon as his eyes found the kid, his breath hitched in his throat. That's a lot of blood.

“Hey bud,” Jason started softly, “your names Danny, right?” He asked. Jason tried to scoot closer but when the bleeding boy in front of him moved he stopped. The boy Danny glanced over Jason, taking a minute to observe him before deeming Jason safe, nodding his head yes.

“Well, I’m Red Hood, nice to meet you. A friend of yours dropped you off with me, said you're a king or something?” Jason said slowly, lowering himself to sitting criss-cross on the floor. Danny blushed heavily in front of Jason.

“They… they said that?” Danny said, his voice squeaking out. Danny looked confused for a second and quickly glanced down at his body, ‘he's so small’ Jason thought. Apparently, Danny thought the same as he looked at his body in confusion flipping his hands over in front of his eyes. Jason moved again snapping the boys’ attention back to him.

“So, Danny, Your friend said that you needed some help and that I could help you out. If you trust this friend, I’ll trust them too. You don’t have to trust me right away, but know I’ll help you out the best I can, okay? Sound good?” Jason said, turning his palms flat up to show he wasn’t a threat. Danny took a second to think about it and nodded his head again, slowly, but hey a yes is a yes.

“Alright, kid, we need to get you patched up, I have a friend who can get you fixed right up-” Jason was cut off by the boy frantically shaking his head

“oookay, uh, no hospitals?” Jason guessed.

A slow nod.

“My friend’s clinic?”

A shake.

“Well, I can't do it myself…” Jason smiled in realization “What about my grandpa? He patches me up when I’m out on patrol, that sound good kid?”

There was a moment of silence. Jason was thinking he might have to just call Alfred at this point when the kid hesitantly nodded. Jason let out a sigh. “Alright kid, I’m gonna have to carry you there, okay? “ another nod. Jason scolded over and carefully scooped Danny up in his arms and walked over to his still-open window and crawled out.

“I’ll be as careful as I can, alright? Let me know if anything hurts.” Danny nodded again and Jason carefully hopped off his fire escape, he wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

Chapter 2

#how we feelin gang #yall sad enough yet? okay ill try harder next chapter #yes im posting stories here before ao3 #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp au #ghost king danny phantom #jason todd #ghost king danny #alfred #red hood #angst #(un)dead beat dad au

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whitchygaythem · 1 year

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Dont eat ur gf stupid

Aisha tapped her foot in excitement as she drove her old pick up truck down the dusty dirt road. Bubbly pop music blared out of open windows and warm winds whipped her fluffy pink afro around her head. The sun had begun to set, casting the countryside in a hazy golden glow. Aisha looked over her shoulder as the song ended and the ads started, checking if she had everything she needed. Blankets? Check. The last of her closet? Check. Her backpack sat in the passenger seat next to her and the greasy, fragrant smell of lots of cheap Chinese food spilled out of the plastic bags in the back of the car. She had everything. Another ad started, just as the road turned and widened into a circular driveway in front of a well kept blue farmhouse. It stood out against the dusty green grass covering the land around it. Once she parked, Aisha jumped out of the truck, almost leaving her bags in the bed of the truck. She ran up to the porch, fumbling around for her keys in the pockets of her skirt, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open.

"Hey Louise! I'm here!"

Aisha rolled her bag into the living room and sank onto the couch. She heard creaking steps and she looked over at the woman walking downstairs. Aisha hopped up and ran towards Louise, nearly leaping into her arms and wrapping her in a hug, though Aisha could only reach Louise's chest, since she was a good two feet taller than her. Louise looked startled but hugged Aisha back.

"I thought you were coming tomorrow?" Aisha peeled away from the hug to look up at Louise's face.

"I finished packing early! I wanted to move in as soon as I could." She stood on her tip toes and gently guided Louise's face down to meet her own, kissing her softly. "Do you want me to leave and come back tomorrow?" Louise shook her head, avoiding Aisha's gaze as her face flushed pink.

"No… I missed you. So much." Louise scooped Aisha up in her arms, holding her close in a bridal carry. "It's just… I'm, um sick?..." She tucked her face in Aisha's hair, holding her tight, as if she would ever try to leave. Aisha felt her forehead. She was hot. Like really hot.

"It must be bad, are you sure you want me to stay?"

Louise tightened her grip around Aisha's body. "I'll be fine, please just stay here."

"Of course Lou." Aisha kissed her forehead, smiling as she felt Louise's face flush with heat.

Louise straightened, standing to her full height, dwarfing the woman in her arms. Aisha giggled and yelled as Louise rushed her up the stairs.

"Wait wait wait, don't forget the takeout!"

Once upstairs in their bedroom, Aisha had set out the food and turned on the tv, sitting in the middle of the bed. Louise was sitting at the head of the bed. She had just barely let Aisha go, acting as if it might hurt her to have Aisha leave her arms. Louise had started tearing into her food as soon as Aisha was out of biting range, wolfing down her food like a starving predator. She worked her way through her fried rice, lo mein, dumplings and, after some sad looks and a hungry growl from her stomach, the rest of Aisha's pork wraps. Aisha watched her eat it all, wondering how she could still be eating. Eventually she did finish, and immediately tried to grab Aisha to cuddle.

"Please?" Louise pleaded as Aisha gathered the trash off the bed.

"I'm coming back Lou! I just gotta throw this out." She half climbed back onto the bed to give Louise a peck on the cheek.

"Can't you just leave it out in the hall?" Louise looked at her with a begging look in her eyes. "I promise I'll get it later." Aisha sighed and smiled.

"Alright babe." She dropped the greasy bag outside the doorway and plopped down on the bed. "And I assume you want to be big spoon?" Louise nodded. Aisha laid down on the bed, and Louise held her close. She wrapped one arm around Aisha's stomach and the other around her chest and one of her arms, rendering her mostly immobile. "I might take a nap ok Louise?" Aisha looked up to kiss Louise's chin. She didn't respond, only snuggling closer to her. Surrounded by warmth, Aisha began to drift off.

She woke to a heavy, almost painful pressure over her chest. Louise was asleep, breathing in quick, shallow gasps as she tightened her grip on Aisha's arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Hey Lou?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you, uh, loosen up? I think you're about to crush me."

Louise jumped away from Aisha, hands up and eyes scanning for injuries. Her gaze landed on Aisha's arm.

"Shit, sorry I'm so sorry!" She backed away, looking horrified. She had gotten dark circles under her eyes, and her face looked thinner. How could it have done that? Louise had just eaten a meal for three people, how could she look like she was starving?

"Hey, hey Louise," Aisha grabbed Louise's hands and pulled her back to sit on the bed. "I'm alright. You didn't hurt me. But I need you to tell me what's wrong." Louise looked down at her, eyes filling with tears.

"I'm just so hungry Aisha!" Louise choked out. "It hurts and I feel empty and food can't fix it!" Aisha reached towards Louise, climbing onto the bed to wrap Louise in a hug.

"I'm so sorry love. I had no idea. How can I help?" I could go out to get something else for you?"

Louise shook her head.

"Actually, could I just… kiss you? Please?"

Aisha smiled up at Louise. "Of course."

Louise slammed down, crashing her lips into Aisha's, holding her face in both hands. She was voracious, barely stopping to let Aisha breathe. When she did, it was to press kisses all over her face. She lingered over Aisha's neck, and Aisha felt long teeth against her skin. Then Louise looked back at her, and Aisha saw something in her eyes. Something distinctly… inhuman. Louise held Aisha's face tight.

"Close your eyes."

She did. But she peeked.

Louise's jaw had stretched wide, and every one of her dozens of teeth were sharp, especially her canines. Louise had always been big, but now, when she was looming over her with a primal hunger in her eyes, Aisha became very aware of just how small she was. Louise glanced down and their eyes met for a second. Then she began eating.

Louise's clawed hands kept Aisha's arms in place at her side, while she kept Aisha's head stuck in her maw. Aisha screamed and tried to kick away from Louise, but was squeezed into her throat when she swallowed. Louise never stopped swallowing after, gulping Aisha down as if she was the first thing she had eaten in months. She felt more pressure around her shoulders, then on her chest. Aisha felt a sharp pain just below her shoulder blade, then screamed out as it dragged down her back. Aisha thought her vision would go dark. Well, it was already dark. There doesn't tend to be much light inside someone's esophagus. Aisha felt herself slipping down much faster as Louise stood up and tilted her head back. Aisha felt the tight grip of Louise's throat loosen, as her head was pushed into her stomach. Her shoulders and arms followed, and after a few more resounding gulps, Aisha was sealed inside Louise's stomach.

Shifting slimy walls ground at Aisha's body. She was surrounded by darkness and gurgling noises.

"LOUISE LET ME OUT!" Aisha screamed. "LET ME OUT GODDAMNIT!" She kicked one of the walls surrounding her. She heard a groan of pain, somehow coming from everywhere. Aisha kept kicking as best she could with her legs being pressed up to her chest, forcing her into a fetal position. She felt a bit lightheaded. Despite being surrounded by warmth, she was hyper aware of the warmth seeping into her shirt from her cut back. "Please Lou, let me out…"

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Aisha woke up on top of the bed, a torn sheet covering her. She groaned. Her head felt fuzzy. What had happened? Then it hit her.

The spit.

The teeth

The blood.

The hunger.

Her heart beat faster as she began to panic. But that couldn't have happened? People can't just.. swallow each other like that. It was just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. And-and it was such a bad nightmare, she ripped the sheet while she was asleep! Yeah, that sounds right.

Aisha stretched, reaching her arms toward the ceiling, when a line of pain shot down her back.

"AGH, Shit!" She twisted to touch her back, wincing as the tear along her back burned with fresh pain. So last night did really happen… Louise actually… ate her. "Oh holy shit… holy shiiit" Her girlfriend had eaten her. Swallowed her. Louise wasn't… human. Aisha wasn't sure what she was.

Aisha changed out of her torn, blood stained t-shirt and showered. By the time she had walked downstairs to get some coffee, she had forgotten about Louise. That is, until she saw her sitting at the kitchen table. Louise looked up. She smiled weakly. Aisha noticed that her fangs were on display.

"Um, hi Aisha… sorry about, um, yesterday"

"What the hell happened to you? What… What are you Louise?"

Louise sighed.

"That's a bit of a long story. You might wanna sit down."

#safe vore #halfsize vore #angsty vore #possessive vore #lesbian vore #female pred #female prey #wlw vore #f/f vore #non fatal vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #holy shit this took so long

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apersonshapedcomputer · 1 year

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(I have clawed my way through another semester to bring you part four of my hero x villain story! They now have names. There are new characters with actual speaking roles. There is ✨Fashion✨.

beginning, previous chapter)

Phase 3: Walk walk, fashion baby~

"You know, I kind of wish we were the same size right now, because this room calls to my inner child's need to play dress up."

Dawn was bouncing from mannequin to clothing rack, trying to take everything in at once. The nature of my work meant that I needed to have an extensive array of outfits to choose from. Some of these outfits were scattered across different safe houses I own, but most of them could be found in The Closet. I built The Closet to be a costumer's dream.

Three floors. Temperature controlled. Organized by color, style, and event. And of course, there was Deji.

Deji was a tall person, never seen without a fantastic outfit and meticulously decorated afro. The day's look appeared to be small lights, turning their hair into a glorious halo of stars, and a comfortable maxi dress in black and midnight blue. I took a moment to appreciate their artistry.

"Rhe, sweetness, you brought me a new doll to play with!" Deji exclaimed.

Dawn turned to us, concerned. "Uh, doll?"

It was too late for him. Deji pounced, measuring tape in hand. Their rich, low voice filled the room with questions like "Are there any fabrics or textures that you can't stand?" and "Do you know how to walk in heels?", as they gently poked Dawn into optimal measuring stances.

"Deji, this is Dawnstar, as I'm sure you already know. Dawn, this is Deji, expert tailor and fashionista." I sidled over to a lectern on one side of the room. It had a tablet built into it, allowing the user to view a catalogue of every item in The Closet, as well as a detailed archive of fashion history and trends. Directly in front of me was a short pedestal surrounded by mirrors, reminiscent of a high end dressing room in a bridal boutique. I began to scroll through color pallets and fabric types as Deji herded Dawn over to stand on the pedestal.

"What sweetness fails to mention is that I'm her *oldest* and *dearest* friend," Deji playfully intoned, "and I got to bear witness to *all* her awkward stages growing up." I shot them a frosty glower, to which they simply blew a raspberry at me.

How dare they bring up my dark past.

"Rhetoric? Control queen, stone cold poker-face, no hair out of place *Rhetoric* had *awkward phases*? *Plural*?!" Dawnstar seemed to no longer be perturbed by Deji's maneuvering, too delighted at the concept of me having once been... cringe. "I know she can be dramatic, but even when she's going full ham it's in a weirdly graceful way?"

"I too, am human, and have thus have on occasion made questionable decisions. I have since trained myself out of my more... troublesome tendencies or overly emotional reactions." I knew that he was very aware of my levels of self control, having seen me once stare down a Strorix Game-Master during the Deathgame incident, without balking. The Game-Master looked away first.

I smoothly pulled out my phone and pull up the official wedding invitation he received, slaying that conversation before Deji could talk about my version of an emo phase.

"The noise from our confrontation has died down a bit, but there are still a few mentions of it here and there. This is perfect, given that we have only two-and-a-half weeks until the wedding. That should be plenty time for Deji to work their magic on our outfits."

Deji snorted, "*Plenty* she says. Plenty! Two whole outfits in less than two weeks, and for the event of the *year*!" They devolved into aggrieved ranting as they finishing taking measurements.

I began to read the wedding invitation aloud, to drown out their griping.

"Together with their families, Lady Rong Shih and The Rockin' Sorcha Darrow invite Dinari "Dawnstar" Seidu-Tinio, along with a guest, to share in their wedding celebration." A second page lists location, time, and preferred style of dress.

"They seem to be following the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy rather than any real dress code, which leaves us plenty of room for creativity."

I looked back at Dawn to find him staring at me, eyes wide and his lips slightly parted. "You... I don't think I've ever heard you say my actual name before."

Oh, that was interesting. I decided to see what happened when I pushed this particular button.

"Well *Dinari*, you've never used my given name either. I'm starting to wonder if you even know it."

He made an interesting choking sound as I practically purred his name, it was even better than when I used pet names with him.

"W-wha? I mean- of course I know your name! It just- I got so used to calling you Rhetoric, and then Rhe - though that was more to try and mess with you early on and it didn't really work - but I *do* know your name, *Ms. Rhea Rivera*."

That... Alright, maybe I understood his reaction to the use of his name now. It felt... intimate, hearing that from him. Unlike him however, *I* was able to keep from showing much of a reaction. It did take me a half second longer to respond than normal however.

"Good, it would be rather embarrassing if we were to show up to the wedding and you started fumbling when introducing me to your ex. Hmm, the nickname Dawn suits you though... Perhaps Din as another nickname? Darling Din?"

A whirring sound interrupted any response he might have made. While we had been bantering, Deji had been using their portable controller to get clothing and fabric samples delivered to the dressing room. A panel of the wall smoothly opened up to allow a clothing rack to slither its way in. With the bounty of cloth and accessories came an excited giggling sound.

Perched atop the front of the serpentine rack was a 4 year old child, who's appearance could be summed up as Glitter. Glittery beads in her hair, glittery shoes, a slightly less glittery jumpsuit, and a cape decorated with glittery stars and planets.

Inanna was Deji's daughter, and she had made The Closet her playground. With all the poise of a queen, she skillfully kept her balance on the rack-turned-steed as it finished encircling the room. She quickly slid off her mount, little legs kicking in the air briefly before plopping down onto the carpet. I widened my stance and braced for impact.

36 pounds of gleeful child barrelled into me. I used her momentum to spin us both as I lifted her up to rest on my hip.

"*Titi*, I picked my clothes today! Look look look! I'm sparkly! I match Mr. Sparkly. Hi Mr. Sparkly!" She eagerly informed me on the state of her dress before waving her arms at Din. Such a well spoken and *loquacious* child.

"I see sweetheart. You may be the sparkliest child I have *ever* seen." I shot Din a look, and flicked my gaze towards the excitable little disco ball in my arms. He seemed to get the hint, and I could practically see him activate a mental switch labeled Child Mode.

"Hi there! Loving the outfit, I *wish* I had your sense of style when I was your age."

Inanna preened at his complement. "You know," Din tapped his chin, "I think I might just be able to help you add a little more bling to this situation!" With a twist of his fingers some of the light in the room bent around Inanna. Disco ball was an apt assessment, I needed to squint a little as Din's powers caused her outfit to light up in a stunning, multicolored display. Her squeal was precious, and near deafening.

I set her down as she began to wriggle, and she happily began to spin around. Din's face as he watched her toddle about was... soft. How dare he look so sweet?

I turned back to the tablet and started pulling up my dossier on Din's ex, Ezekiel Gray. My dislike for the man predated his relationship with Din, as his nosiness had resulted in unwanted scruitny on a few of my earlier schemes.

"Deji, I'm going to need you to scrap any designs that include bright yellows, beige, or salmon."

They turned their head towards me, owl like, a look of disgust on their face. "I'm insulted that you think that I would ever put you in *beige*."

"Right, right, my apologies for the insinuation. What color pallet would you recommend, oh great sage of fashion?"

Din raised his hand. "I vote watermelon!"

Both Deji and I paused to consider this.

"That..." I squinted, pondering viability of a watermelon color combo.

"...could work." Deji completed the thought.

They immediately start digging through the rack of clothes, quickly gathering items in pinks and greens. "Rhe, be a dear and punch in the codes for black beads, small black buttons, and white shoes please?"

I dutifully typed in the codes before grabbing a pink sleeveless top that had caught my eye. It had a high collar, though with a teardrop cut-out below where the collar bone would be. The color wasn't quite right, but I was sure that was an easy fix.

I sauntered over to where Din watched in fascination as Inanna used her kiddie tablet, creating outfit sets for her stuffed animals. He looked down in curiosity when I held the shirt up against his chest.

"Ooh, that's soft!" He delightedly stroked the top.

"This, with black accessories around the waist. And looser pants to even things out." I didn't need to turn to know that Deji had heard me.

Din seemed amused by my instructions. "At least I know I'm in good hands when you pick my outfits. I'll look good, *and* be comfortable." He was making that soft face again, but at me this time. That odd, warm and gooey feeling appeared in my chest again.

He liked the clothes I pick out for him.

He felt *comfortable* in them, and thus around me when I was taking care of him. And I... I felt more relaxed around him as well...

I'd been silent for 2.73 seconds, it was time to redirect before he noticed the effect that his damned dimples were having on me.

"As if I would be caught dead with my date looking uncomfortable because some scratchy clothes." I sniffed in mock disdain, turning to hand off the shirt to Deji. "We must be the most photogenic and comfortable looking people at this wedding!"

Inanna's head snapped up at my words. "Wedding!?" She looked to be vibrating with sudden excitement, looking like a puppy who just heard the word "treat".

Deji chuckled, "Now you've done it." The child began to emit a sustained, high pitched squeal. It was rather impressive, and I distantly wondered what kind of effect it would have on people with enhanced hearing. Still squealing, she began to flick her gaze between Din and I.

Oh dear. "Not *my* wedding sweetheart. Those heroes, the ah, magic sword lady and rockstar lady are the ones getting married."

One would have thought I had set fire to her plushy collection from the look of devastation on her face. "B-but... Uncle Sparkly...?" Her lip was wobbling. Those were *tears* in my precious niece's eyes. I thought fast, knowing I had a window of mere seconds to prevent the calamity.

"It's not my wedding *this time*. But you know," I rested my cheek on one hand and gazed thoughtfully into the distance, "I *could* bring back pictures for you, so that you can get inspiration for planning a wedding for me one day."

Her eyes widened at the prospect of event planning. She either did not catch, or did not care, that I had not specified a timeline or spouse; the joyous glint was back in her eyes, and she snatched up her tablet once more. "I'ma start now! You gotta have the *best* wedding, and then give me a little cousin as a present so I can dress them up." With that reveal of her plans for my future she bounded off to get a snack.

I was both immensely proud and slightly leery. Proud, because she clearly knew what she wanted and had no qualms about arranging the lives of people around her to fit her vision. Leery, because she was now locked onto the goal of marrying me off and drafting my hypothetical offspring as her dress up dolls.

Ah well, at least she wasn't crying.

Deji cackled from beside me. "HA! You know she's never gonna let that go right?" Still snickering they turned to Din, who was once more sporting an impressive blush. "Sorry hon, looks like you're trapped! Don't worry though, Rhe comes with perks. I'll give you the -*snrk*- the family discount on designs."

Din somehow went even redder at the mention of "perks". How cute.

I smiled a bit as I began to corral Deji back into finalizing our outfit designs. I'd give Din a bit of time to breathe before using this as teasing material. Even as we spent the rest of the day comparing the merits of different fabrics, debating appropriate amounts of glitter, and discussing ideal positioning of hidden pockets, an idle daydream began to take form in my mind. Nothing quite solid yet. Just a faint vision of wedding cakes, quite evenings spent in pleasant companionship, and a sly child with a disarming pair of dimples...

#villain x hero #hero x villain #rhetoric and dawnstar #i went through multiple picrews and dolldivine games trying to figure out how clothes work #i fully believe they can rock a pink and green color pallet #deji's superpower is making anthing into a good outift #inanna just kinda showed up? she wasn't planned #she just asserted herself into the narrative #this whole thing took so long because i was writing a 20 page single spaced paper on machine unlearning and can't multitask #probablly just one part left to this #hopefully it won't take me as long

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pantherastevens · 9 months

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Just a little teaser of what I’m writing, a 5 +1 fic with Miles 42 and my OC, Panthera Stevens (I couldn’t help but to make a whole character, I’m sorry y’all. I’m making a bit of bio if anyone is interested like that).

This is the first part of the 5 +1 fic. Panthera is a girl who loves her comfort clothes, her oversize T-shirts, her cargo pants, beat up sneakers, and hoodies (a few she steals form her boyfriend). So on their first date of the summer, she wanted to change things up and dress up a bit, thus resulting in a Miles42.exe stopped working situation. Plus a “you’re-not-gonna-talk-down-on-yourself-I’ll-be-damned” Miles Morales.

I’m throwing some twists in the Earth 42 universe, can y’all take a few guesses about Panthera (if you want...) (Hint: Peek the last name and what she calls Miles in what language)

BTW, I’m no Spanish speaker, sorry...

I doubt this is gonna get any eyes but whipped Miles 42 is like my biggest weakness so I’m gonna share this one part and see what happens.

Enjoy!

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"Hey, love," Panthera greeted with a smile and hugged her stunned boyfriend. Miles willed his arms to wrap around her waist, semi-baffled.

"Hola mamí..." Still oblivious to her boyfriend's shellshock state, Panthera perked up at the sight of the bouquet in his arm.

"Sunflowers and roses? Aww, you shouldn't have," she cooed, kissing his cheek. Somewhere in Miles' attention-starved and lovesick brain hoped she left a mark. She ushered the Afro-Latino inside so she could quickly place the flowers in a vase.

Panthera was rambling on how excited she was to go out with him, and Miles was barely listening. It wasn't until Panthera asked a question that went unanswered that she finally looked at Miles to see the hooded look on his face.

"Miles? You okay," she asked as she carefully placed the flowers in a vase. Miles blinked as if waking up from a dream.

"Sí, mamí... It's just that..." Panthera cocked her head at him, watching him approach her. Miles wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her chin so she could look him in the eyes.

"Eres tan hermosa, gatita. Soy un hombre afortunado de estar con un ángel así..." Panthera blushed. She's been getting a better understanding of Spanish thanks to Miles teaching her ever since they started dating. She could tell there was a compliment in what he said, but she would still appreciate a translation.

"Eh... gracias," she said. Miles chuckled softly, knowing his little kitten didn't fully understand him. He kissed her forehead.

"My apologies, ma. I said that you're so beautiful, kitten. I'm a lucky man to be with such an angel," he whispered, looking into those dark brown eyes of hers. Panthera blushed harder.

"Stop it. I'm alright-EEP!" The girl's words were cut off as she found herself in Miles' arms and carried off bridal style to her room. The pair stopped in front of the girl's full-length mirror. Miles gently set her down and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

"Miles, what are-"

"Panthera, what do you see?" The girl raised a brow at the sudden question, staring at the reflection of her and her boyfriend.

"I see me and you," she answered slowly. She watched as Miles shook his head.

"I see a goddess and her devout follower. I see a queen and her most loyal servant. I see the most baddest, most beautiful, most drop-dead gorgeous girl in all of Brooklyn with the most jaded boy who just so happens to be lucky enough to be called her boyfriend. I'm so damn lucky that you even want to be with me. Believe me when I say it's not the other way around. Everything about you is so beautiful, don't matter if you're in a dress or one of my hoodies that you know is too big for you. Another man would consider himself lucky to experience both and trust me when I say I'm so blessed," Miles said, squeezing Panthera closer. Panthera's expression reminded him of a startled kitten, and he could feel the heat of her blush radiating from her cheeks. The two of them swayed a bit in front of the mirror as Panthera mulled over what to say.

"Thank you, sithandwa sam. I... I guess I barely saw myself that way. But know that you're always worthy. Tu eres el rey de mi corazon," she whispered, kissing Miles' cheek. The boy sighed, a small grin tugging on his lips.

You are the king of my heart...

"Of course, bella..." The pair held hands as they walked out of the girl's room and out of her apartment with her bag in tow. Miles couldn't help but ask one more question as he watched Panthera lock the front door.

"Where did you get all that jewelry? I've never seen those around your room before, and you don't seem like the type to wear stuff like that." He'd seen her wear a simple silver 5mm Miami Cuban chain necklace with a ring that looked a few sizes too big for her, along with some simple small hoop earrings—nothing like the flashy jewelry that adorned her body. Not that Miles was complaining or anything. It was nice, and Panthera wore them well. He might get some for himself (and her) if she told him where she got them from.

Panthera glanced at Miles from the corner of her eye, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as if he knew what he was thinking. She probably did because he was determined to spoil her (she has yet to tell what she likes or wants).

"That's my secret to know, Morales. Now come on, you promised me a date." Miles sighed, mentally noting to find out this "secret" later.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 oc #earth 42 miles x oc #whipped earth 42 miles morales #panthera stevens #fluff

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cmpstn · 1 year

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Cristina Martinez

I’ve been a silent stan for some time now, but since being a painter turned curator I had to pay my respects and make this one of the first artists I talk about on my platform.

Cristina Martinez. Aka sew_trill

I hope I do her story justice because it’s kinda like a “you had to be there” feeling.

I’ve been following this artist since around 2016 and I feel like she always had great connections because I would find myself on her instagram page and she’d have comments from other creatives I admired. The business side of things just hadn’t popped for her yet because I think at this time she was still struggling with whether she should be fully committed to her craft and making it essentially the only source of income for her family. Which I know a looooooottttt of creatives struggle with. Not sure about the timeline but she used to work in a radiology department scheduling appointments and she actually went to school for fashion design, dropped out and at one point worked in a bridal shop. All the while having her own studio and making time to stop at the post office after a shift to drop an order off.

Early on in her childhood she talks about being inspired by Bob Ross, watching him all day on tv, wondering how she would ever be able to reach accomplishments like that, feeling it was very far off but still having an urgency to create.

In an interview with Parents Latina she talks about “giving souls to her fashion illustrations.” She describes a feeling of something nagging and taunting her and this being the reason she decided to quit her jobs that were unfulfilling. The transition to full time artist, she admits, was a bumpy one but has turned out to be very fruitful.

Cristina Martinez, is an Afro- Latina who’s work is all about representing stories and experiences of black and brown women. She uses her art to explore issues of race, identity, and culture while challenging stereotypes and preconceptions. Her paintings are colorful, vibrant, full of life, and they often feature women with bold, moody, unapologetic expressions that stare directly out at the viewer. She mentions how there wasn’t any representation for her growing up, besides when she happened upon a Frida Kahlo portrait in a book at the library. Reminding her of the women in her family Frida has always spoken to her since. This is why representation is so important though, and a big part of why she seeks to create images that reflect the diversity and complexity of the people Cristina herself portrays. She is quoted stating “we have to show that we belong here” , “we have to show that we are part of this society and that we have contributed so much to it.”

One of her projects that myself and many others really connected with was the “Water Me” series. It’s an example of her dedication and perseverance as an artist. The series started as a self portrait project where Cristina attempted to document her mood over the course of a year. She mentions starting out on sticky notes and as it progressed it evolved into about 700 pieces of work. The series is a testament to her creativity, passion, and commitment to her craft.

Cristina’s work has been featured in a number of publications, including The New York Times, Hypebeast, and W Magazine. She has collaborated with household names such as Lego, Vaseline, and Nordstroms. More recently she has put together a project with her “pARTner” Al Baseer Holly called “2 Sides to Abstract Painting.” An online workshop that walks you through their 2 different ways of approaching art and paintings. She dropped her first print of 2023 “Still Dreaming Back Then” and Made some merch for Coachella…. The Capricorn is capricorning!

She very humbly credits a lot of her success to her family and other black and brown creatives in her community, giving thanks to where thanks is due.

Overall, Cristina Martinez is an artist who is using her work to challenge stereotypes and celebrate the diversity and complexity of the people around her. Her paintings are powerful, inspiring, and full of energy, and they serve as a reminder that representation matters. If you haven't already, I encourage you to check out her work and see for yourself.

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#cristina martinez #curator #curatorial #painting #artists on tumblr #artist #contemporaryart #black and brown #bipoc #people of color #hyphenated

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ggmahougenerator · 1 year

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Name: "The Bearer Of The Quivering Stick, Little Hafsa!" Color Scheme: Periwinkle, Silver Hair: Straight, Jade afro with Heliotrope accents Costume: A prince-like outfit made of velvety fabric with a cold-shoulder top, a sabrina neckline, melon sleeves, bridal gauntlets, overalls, crakowes, and a bandana Powers: Petrification Familiar: the spirit of sleep Incantation: "Go! Ruining Tempest Mirror!"

#magical girl #randomly generated #character description #art prompt #daily result

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moonfirebrides · 2 years

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ADUT AKECH

@adutakech @jacquemus

<< LE PAPIER>>

Such a special show.

Thank you @lauren.parsons @cyndiaharvey @piergiorgio and all yours teams 🤍

#natural hair #black beauty #bridal #black women #beauty #black bride #black woman #adut akech #dark skin beauty #dark skin #desert #jacquemus #couture #afro bridal #afro bohemian #beautiful #wedding #catwalk show #le papier

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supermodelsims · 4 years

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Solange Lobo.

“See me in the new issue of Brides Magazine showing off the Fall’s most gorgeous bridal looks!”

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Hair - @savvysweet

Earrings - @murphy-sims4

Veil - @lena-sims

Dress - @melonsloth

Poses - @roselipaofficial

#savvysweet #roselipa #melonsloth #lena sims #sims 4 #sims #sims beauty #supermodelsims #editorial sims #supermodel sims #sims fashion #bridal #black bride #Afro bride

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triplegoddesss · 4 years

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La princesa

#kristina elise #kristinaelise #princess #bridal #bride #bridal gown #wedding gown #natural hair #curls #curly hair #curlystyle #curlspoppin #curlynaturalhair #curlygirl #curlswithlove #afro #curlyfro #naturally curly

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theflowergirlme · 5 years

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My last piece for the summer is called “Peach Cream 🍨.” The Flower 🌺 Girl will be on Hiatus to prepare for Christmas 🎄 2019. See you soon🥰!! #Flower #Garden #Flower Girl #Summer #spring #TheFlowerGirlme #Shop #Christian #Christ, # Accessories # Hair #Afro #Afrocentric, #natural #Gospel #Ministry #Gospel Message # Flowers #Art #Inspire #Hope #spread the word #love of God #Prayer #Bridal #Sunday #Millinery #Headbands #Gary #Indiana #Chicago https://www.instagram.com/p/BzbYunMgUJ_/?igshid=tejqv7vm3txb

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stickyzinecreatorgarden · 6 years

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It's yo wcw. 🦄 #Bridal #Bridesmaid #Afro #Bride&Cosa #Fashion #Naturalista #CurlyGirl https://www.instagram.com/p/BodxQfGlE5U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hvfjfil4gdht

#bridal #bridesmaid #afro #bride #fashion #naturalista #curlygirl

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afrobride · 6 years

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#traceeellisross in @ralphandrusso 😍😍 #WeddingInspo #Afrobride #afroskin #afrohair #weddinginspiration #weddinginspo #wedding #bridal #blackgirlmagic #flowergirls #bridemaid #weddinghair #bridalstyles #bridebarbie #blackbride #blackmodels #bride #afro #weddingdress #naturalhairjourney #naturalhair #healthyhair #healthyhairjourney #repost #weddingday #blacklivesmatter #sayyestothedress #blackmodelsmatter #blackandinbridal

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soufcakmistress · 3 years

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A/N: Heyyyy babies! I pray all of you are doing as well as can be expected right now! I’m making it a personal thing for myself to stop taking months and months to update. I know the readership has lacked but I still wanna write for y’all because it’s so fun and I need some uplifting in my life rn! Sooooo stay tuned for the new new!!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

To have and to hold. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Til death do us part..

The penthouse suite housing the bridal party overlooked downtown LA with classy Art Deco decor and accents, a full wet bar, and two full sized bedrooms. Your husband to be spared no expense for the best day of your lives. Six makeup artists and hair stylists for six bridesmaids, custom Rodarte dresses in every style, and all the Moet and hors d’œuvres they could stand. Sitting slouched and deflated at your chosen vanity, a small Bluetooth speaker quietly played Boyz II Men while your hair stylist tucked the last few strands into your chic chignon.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You and the love of your life would live in bliss as husband and wife until you returned to the earth one day, with a great legacy to show for it. But no. That wasn’t how you felt. Terror. That’s what you felt. Your knight in shining armor was anything but honorable. For months you had been scheming for a way out, to no end. He knew everyone, had ears and eyes everywhere and was made privy to everything concerning you. You were trapped.

Eduardo Nazario. He was an Afro Cuban entrepreneur and business owner who immigrated to the states as a teenager for a better life. At least that’s what you were told. Eduardo came from nothing allegedly and yet had amassed a small fortune by the time he was 25. He’d invested in several ventures—tech, healthcare, and pharmaceuticals. Legal and black market.

It was like a fairytale. It always is in the beginning. You met while you were walking your favorite trail, as you did every morning. Apparently, as you rummaged through your Fanny pack, your keys fell onto the pavement. Eduardo found them on his run and caught up with you to return them. One look into those hazel eyes, and you were a goner.

Things moved quickly with Eddie as you called him. Four dates in, and he wanted you to move in with him. That should have been your first clue. But you were blinded by infatuation and quite honestly, the upgrade to your life. You had a decent job that provided for you with an okay apartment and car, but with Eddie, you rolled in style. No more Honda’s, you rolled in a custom Audi with all the bells and whistles. Eddie’s sprawling condo in the middle of the city had high ceilings, marble floors, granite countertops, stainless steel everywhere and all the finest accoutrements to add. You fell hard, and you fell deep…..just as he wanted.

All of your coworkers gagged over the constant deliveries of ornate bouquets and him swaggering into the office to pick you up for lunch every day. He was tall, dark and handsome, and gave you the world as far as they could see. You beamed like a star every day pulling into your job’s parking garage. After a while, he started to take you to work while his body man followed behind you in the G Wagon. Eddie “hated to see you go in the mornings”, and found this as a way for you to bond even more. Not quite.

Eventually those keys of yours magically vanished from your purse one night and now you had your own driver, courtesy of your fiancé. He insisted it was for your safety; this was a point of contention for you. Your autonomy was being encroached on and you didn’t appreciate it. Eddie’s temper flared in a way that you hadn’t ever witnessed before and you never brought it up again. Slowly but surely, you were being molded into Eddie’s Black Stepford wife with not an original thought in your head.

Eddie was so cunning about how he isolated you from your family and friends. He would allow only so many visits, and made sure you and him were conveniently busy any other time. Trapped. A puppet in his marionette theater and it happened right under your nose.

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and you wiped it quickly so it wouldn’t be noticed. This makeup costed too much. Your stylist uses the holding spray to keep everything neat, and yells for your bridesmaids to come see the finished look. They all file in and squeal like a bunch of hens. You force a feigned smile, and try to push some warmth into your eyes. Your maid of honor, Denitra could tell though. Something wasn’t right.

“Y’all, give me and my best friend, the beautiful bride, a second to talk! Go on now, I am the maid of honor after all!”

Denitra was the Solange to your Beyoncé—two different flavors and yet connected on every wavelength. Everyone exited the room and she came around and pulled a chair across from you.

Cradling your hands, and looking at you dead in your eyes, Denitra quietly sighed. “Cold feet?”

You gulp, and exhale loudly, contemplating how to put what you feel into words. “No, not at all. It’s the happiest day of my life!”

She scoots closer, and squeezes your hands, looking genuinely concerned. “Sis. Y/N. I haven’t seen you like this since your father found out about you totaling his Benz in college. I KNOW you. Look, Eddie is perfect on paper. Checks every box. But……..is that good enough for forever?”

Your bottom lip trembles without your permission and tears fall instantly. Your best friend immediately finds the tissue box and dabs at your eyes, careful not to add to the mess you were making. “He’s awful. He-he watches my every move. I’m fucking suffocating! He made me quit my job, the one thing that gave me some purpose to my lonely ass days. Said I wasn’t fully focused on building our home. Why the fuck does that matter? He overrules everything I suggest.”

Denitra is pissed, angry that she hadn’t acted on her previous suspicions. “How long has it been like this, Y/N? I had always had a feeling. I’m so sorry baby. This is NOT on you. I will go with whatever you want. You want me to let Man Man know? Because you know he ready to ride at any time—“

“No! I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you. You don’t send a rumble and tumble nigga after someone like Eddie. You need a fucking army. And I ain’t got one.” You get up from your vanity chair and pour a glass of champagne in attempt to calm your nerves.

“Okay. Then leave, Y/N. Get out of here some kinda way and leave. I will stall for as long as I can, and I can come up with an alibi for the other girls. You only get one life. I won’t stand around and wait for that call that he’s finally blacked your eye or worse.”

Denitra snatches the flute out of your hand and forces you to stand up straight. “Do you have access to cash?”

Eyes wide and full of fear, you nod in response.

“Okay you go get it. All of it. All that you can get. No paper trails. Take a couple changes of clothes and that’s it. You only need what you can carry on your back. Take a taxi, not an Uber. Go to the train station and pick a place. Call me at my office number, and I’ll have the calls forwarded to my cell, okay?”

You’re really bawling now that your best friend is willing to blow this up for you and join in what feels like the last time you’ll hug her in a long while. She goes back into the room and instructs the girls to go to their own rooms to put on their gowns, and to give the bride some space. You stand at your bedroom door, waiting to make sure they were all gone. It was now or never.

Slinging the silk robe with “Bride” embroidered in crystals across the shoulders onto the vanity chair, you keep your tiny white slip on, and find some jeans that were laying around. Your big bag was on the night stand and you pack the essentials. You were shaking so bad, you could hardly place things where they needed to be. A few pairs of clothes, basic toiletries, your wallet, and your phone. This is it.

You pull a jacket on your shoulders and zip it up to your neck. Dark shades and the hood up, and you think you look fairly inconspicuous. Creeping out of the suite, you go to the elevator and there’s nobody inside the car. Deciding against taking it all the way down to the lobby, you get off at the third floor and take the stairs the rest of the way. You slip out one of the back entrances, and who but Eddie’s groomsmen are out on the patio, smoking cigars.

“Shit..” you curse to yourself. You’ve made it this far. Taking a chance, you pretend to be on your phone scrolling the page as you walk by the gazebo. No one notices, and as soon as you make it on to the main road, you power walk to the shopping plaza up the street. The cab was finally called and you waited in front of a mattress store, tapping your toe. You felt slightly lightheaded, due to your nerves. Those nerves kicked into high gear when the texts came. Your parents, your bridesmaids, and other members of the bridal party were wondering where you were. You ignored them all. “I’m sorry guys..”

“Union Station, please.” The cab arrives and gets you to where you need to go. Perusing the departures, you had a few options. Either the one way to Randolph, Vermont that departed in an hour or El Paso, Texas in 20 minutes. Knocking you out of your stupor, your phone vibrated. Eddie. The cat is finally out of the bag. One call after the other rolled in, and you felt physically sick. There were men probably on the way as you stood there. You turned your phone off and smashed it on the ground, glass shattering everywhere. A few onlookers stared with confusion, as you shuddered in impending fear.

You find an ATM and get out as much cash as you can, surcharges be damned. It only makes sense at this point to go to Vermont. It’s further away, and you needed time to regroup before boarding the train. Buying a quick lunch of cold cuts and potato chips, you stuff your face, and stow away the extras. Gliding to the ladies room, to your luck, the line is a mile long. Fuck.

Bouncing your leg, you try to exhibit patience. You were so scared. You were almost at the finish line. This couldn’t be taken from you. Suspicion picked up and you were looking all around for Eddie’s goons to appear. You knew most of their faces but not all, and that was a problem. The line for the ladies room hasn’t moved an inch. Across the way, at the top of the stairwell you spot five very muscle bound men conversing and then they split up. One of them was your driver. Shit. Your pulse skyrocketed and you run immediately to the men’s room, bumping into a few people.

Busting through the door, you close it behind you and double over in tears. Every second was precious and you were stuck now. Shame was out of the window, and a man was staring at you cry as he dried his hands at the sink. Black, tall, had dreads, with a very pleasant face. He couldn’t help but feel like he intruded on a private moment for you. Tossing the trash away, he walked towards you and damn, he didn’t look this menacing from all the way over there.

“Excuse me….ma’am. I need to make sure I catch my train.” His voice was low and gravelly and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his mouth. His teeth gleamed and his eyes were dark, albeit sympathetic.

“Wait. Please. Help me sir. There’s—there’s people out there looking for me. I just need you to escort me to my train that’s all. If I’m with someone else, they might not suspect me.”

The man steps back in surprise at your desperate insistence. He rubs the back of his head, that has shaved sides leading to his full head of locs. “I’m not sure if I want to get involved, miss. I’m just an ordinary guy—“

At this point, you’re literally begging for some help. “Sir, I-I have money see? I can really make this worth your while. This can be yours if you just please…..please help me.” He could see you were in distress. A beautiful woman, in another life….you could have been his wife.

Shaking his head, he took your bag off your shoulder and held it. “I’m gonna regret this. All right, take your makeup off right now. Wash your face in the sink. Are you natural?” He pulled your hood off, and was thrown off by the style. “Were you about to—?”

“Yes. Emphasis on was.” You snatch your bag out of his hand and get your face wash. You use it a couple times because that makeup was set for the gods, and you didn’t want any trace of it on you.

“Wash your hair too. Just rinse it, wring it out and put it in a ponytail. What time is your train?” The man peeks out of the restroom to see who could be looking after this lady. He immediately saw three stooges circling the area, looking for their boss’s most prized possession.

“25 minutes, I think. I don’t have a phone or a watch.” You get paper towels and dry your hair and face to the best of your ability. The man opens his duffle and finds a sweater. He thrusts it into your hands and without shame, you take your jacket and slip off in front of him. He caught a brief glimpse of your breasts before he turned around to give you some privacy, but you were clearly past the point of modesty.

A tattoo on your side looked oddly familiar to him. It looked just like the one on a Cuban lieutenant of a local gang in Havana that he accepted the bounty on. He’d seen them in his own personal studies. A Kongo cosmogram with a Haitian veve in the middle. But you…..nah. There was no way. Erik shook it off and got his mind right.

Even more beautiful to him with a fresh face, you put on your shades and gather your belongings. He holds up a muscular arm to guide you, and pushes the door out to the first floor. “Stay close, keep your head down. I’m Erik by the way.”

You cracked a tiny smile for the first time in hours, and introduced yourself to him as well. With your head down, you couldn’t help but catch a whiff of his masculine scent. He was so strong, and moved like he owned the place. Looking up at his profile, Erik’s nose and lips were so striking. He was perfect. Feeling your eyes on him, he looked down at you and winked. That was the first time you’d felt butterflies in a year.

“All aboard for Randolph, Vermont! All aboard!”

You made it. Fishing out hella $100 bills, you push it into his chest, and he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. “No. You’re gonna need it, Y/N. You take care of yourself.”

A ball of tears you were. You nodded in acceptance and shook his hand. Warm and calloused, he snuck his card into your hand. Erik Stevens. Freelance Consultant. You wondered what his expertise was. “Thank you. When it’s safe…..I’ll be in touch.”

You boarded the train, and got settled. Facing the window, you take off your shades and place your hand on the window. You got away. You didn’t know what was next for you, all you knew was what was in front of you. He finally shows you his beautiful smile on the other side of the glass, and the train began to whistle for departure from the platform.

Little did you know that your former driver was only a few feet back from Erik. He saw everything. From you and Erik coming out of the men’s bathroom together. Your heart to heart at the platform. And the heartfelt send off. Videos and photos were already stored in Eddie’s iCloud. So this is who his bride jilted him for. Eddie pulled his man back, and stewed on a plan. He’d have you back….dead or alive.

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#black panther #erik killmonger #soufcakmistress #erik killmonger smut #killmonger x reader #Killmonger #erik stevens #killmonger imagine

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