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siribaes · 3 months

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FEELIN’ IT

KOFI SIRIBOE X blackfem!reader

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Drank In My Cup by Kirko Bangz, Drunk in Love by Beyoncé, Refill by Elle Varner

WARNING: 18+, SMUT, Henny D*ck from Kofi lol, praise kink, semi-rough s*x, unprotected pinv (wrap it up kids)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: beware of typos & mistakes lol, and this one is for my petite girlies (*cough* self-insert) / GIF CREDIT: @tishrivers

Low rumbles of movement awoke Y/N from her sleep. Y/N stirred for a moment as the movements continued, shifting slight in her spot. She cracked one eye room, immediately welcomed by the pitch blackness of the room except the silver of neon light from a side table clock.

2:16 AM.

He’s home.

Y/N yawned as she sat up from her bed. Stretching her arms and legs she flipped the blanket off her, getting up from the bed. Y/N softly padded out of the bedroom and downstairs to the source of the noise.

She could see a shadow stretch from the kitchen and into the hallway. Smiling slightly to herself, Y/N tip toed her way to the kitchen. Her smile grew wider as she saw the culprit behind the noise.

He stood with the fridge partially open, the light illuminating his beautiful angular features. His brows were furrowed, as his coca-cola brown, yet borderline blood shot red eyes scanned the shelves of the refrigerator. Y/N chuckled softly at his expression while he had spoon held in his mouth. Y/N’s eyes traveled to the island where a large bowl filled with ice cream sat. Immediately she knew what he was searching for.

“Kofi,” Y/N spoke aloud. Immediately Kofi turned to her, taking the spoon out of his mouth. A slow syrupy smile grew from his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Bottom left drawer.”

It took a second for the information to sink in, for Kofi in his buzzed haze. It did though, Kofi’s eyes lit up, his smile grew even wider, as he turned back to the fridge. He bent down opening the drawer and pulling out a brown bottle of chocolate sauce.

“You the G.O.A.T., baby,” he murmured as he closed the fridge.

Y/N walked to the island, watching Kofi pour a generous amount of chocolate sauce onto his ice cream. He took a huge spoonful and shoved into his mouth. A groan erupted from him, a dangerous one that should’ve not sent tingles through Y/N body, but did anyway. He had that effect on her always.

“It’s good?” Y/N asked. She lifted herself up and sat on the island counter next to Kofi. She caught huge whiff of the Hennessey he must've been sipping on from earlier on.

“I fucks with this Vegan ice cream heavy,” Kofi proclaimed, pointing his spoon at the bowl.

He took another spoonful as his gaze dipped towards Y/N’s bare legs, it fully registering her sleep attire, a huge Destiny’s Child band t-shirt and short shorts. His eyes traveled back upwards to Y/N’s gaze, a bit more heated than previously.

“You taste better tho,”

“Kofi, don’t start,” Y/N chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. He jokingly cowered and continued to devour his dessert. “How was the club? Y’all have fun?”

He nodded slowly, setting the spoon to the side, and scratched at his beard.

“Yeah. Good vibes. Good music too...Tre was in better spirits since the split," Kofi mused, his eyes slightly danced as he absentmindedly scratched at his beard. He turned towards Y/N peering down at her. Large, calloused hands found themselves at the soft flesh of her legs, the pads of his thumbs rubbed on the tops of her thighs. A warmth bloomed underneath Y/N's skin, while butterflies flew around in her stomach, and dampness pooled in her panties. "You should've been there with me."

A soft moan threatened to escape Y/N's lips, she choked it back before she spoke.

"M-Me? Be responsible for interrupting boys' night, I dunno about that, baby."

Kofi tipped his head to the side, a sly grin bloomed across his lips. A flicker of mischief appeared in his eyes. He stopped rubbing at Y/N's thighs and instead gave them gentle squeeze. Y/N whimpered slightly, causing Kofi's grin to grow even more.

"Maybe it was a good thing, I was bricked up thinkin' about you, anyway," Y/N's eyes slowly trail down, seeing the large print behind his black jeans. Kofi palmed himself and groaned. "You gon' help me, pretty girl."

Y/N nodded quickly, immediately bringing Kofi down to her, crashing her lips against his. Initially, a kiss that was heated and messy, turned slow, and passionate. Kofi's tongue swirled around in her mouth, she tastes the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream and chocolate, with the slight bitterness from the Hennessey. He kissed her so softly and sweetly, that it put Y/N a daze. It was all mere distraction, as Kofi slid his right hand down her shorts curling two fingers inside of Y/N.

"Kofi," Y/N whimpered as Kofi's fingers began to slowly pump in and out of her. "Fuck, baby!"

Kofi peppered kisses on the side of her face, nibbling on the outer shell of her ear.

"I feel you tightin' up, let me see ya pretty ass cum, baby," Kofi drawled, his LA-New Orleans accent slipping through, spurred Y/N even more.

The pleasure began to pulse through her as she felt herself clenching around Kofi's thick fingers.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum baby, fuck!" Y/N mewled.

"Let go, baby. I gotchu," Kofi rasps.

Her orgasm pooled out of her, flooding Kofi's fingers. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before he pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N slightly pouted at the lost of Kofi's touch. He chuckled softly before he sucked on his two fingers, swirling his pink tongue around them.

"Turn around for me," Y/N happily obliged, she quickly discarded her shorts and panties, flinging them to the side. She turned and faced the counter. Y/N stood on her tippy toes, excitement rushed through her as she heard the sounds of Kofi undoing his pants. Y/N almost crumbled as Kofi's rubbed the head of his dick between her soft, wet folds.

"Don't play, Kofi. I need you," Y/N whined, attempting to draw him further inside of her.

Kofi's hand came crashing down on Y/N's ass, it echoed throughout the kitchen. She yelped, slapping her own hands against the marble counter.

"Relax, Y/N" Kofi groaned has he continued to rub himself in her folds. "So fuckin' hard-headed, gimme a minute baby,"

"Sorry, "Y/N moaned quietly.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Y/N's prayers were answered as Kofi finally plunged into her warmth, completely bottoming out before he began to drill into her.

“You feel too good baby," He's deep inside now, with his large hands gripping at Y/N's waist, Kofi continues to grind his dick into her, with rough, sloppy strokes. "Fuck you so tight, all this shit for me?"

Y/N could feel herself gushing at just the tone of his voice. A sweetness managed to cut through all of the hoarseness and lust. It always drove her crazy when he did shit like that. The familiar thrumming of her orgasm, hurdled towards the surface, she squeezed and tightened around him. Kofi moaned at Y/N gripping him.

"You close?" Kofi asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Yes baby, I'm gonna," Y/N's orgasm shot through her before she could finish. She whined and moaned as Kofi continued to fuck her through it.

"You still with me pretty girl?" Kofi rasped in her ear.

“Mhmmm, Kofi, shit!” Y/N babbled, her mind only zeroed in the pleasure between her legs. It was too much trying to keep with Kofi too.

Kofi grabbed a fistful Y/N’s coils bringing her upwards, not all the way, but far enough that she couldn’t use the counter to support herself.

“I said, you still with me pretty girl, hm?”

Y/N nodded. A sharp slap on her ass caused her to whine, a small punishment for not responding. Whether he liked to admit or not, Kofi was a words kinda guy. He loved to hear how he made you feel, even if it was garble of incoherent nonsense, he needed to know that you were there with him, present for it all. Still, the words choked on her tongue. Another slap, harder than the last, had Y/N squirming underneath Kofi. Another slap was soon to follow, but Y/N responded before he could.

“Yessss, baby I’m with you! Fuck meeee!"

"Fuck, I'm about to nut. You gon' take this shit like a good girl, huh?"

"I will baby, fuck, give it to me please!"

Kofi went into overdrive, fucking Y/N wildly. She felt him swell inside of her. His bulbous hammered at her spot, sending her into throws of pleasure, so much so she felt tears prickle in her eyes.

"You so pretty takin' me, fuck I'm cumin'," Kofi groaned as he spilled inside of Y/N. They both shook and moaned together, as Kofi slowly fucked his cum inside of her. He slowly slipped out of her, his breath on Y/N's sweat-slicked skin. Kofi tapped his finger Y/N's waist, signaling her to face him. She turned around only to be greeted by his glistening, cum-dripped, shaft. It was still hard.

"I wanna see that pretty ass face when I cum inside you," He proclaimed, slipping right back inside Y/N, ready for round 2.

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linnienin · 10 months

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🖤A s t e r o i d ⁕ P a n t h e r a ⁕4 1 9 8🖤(through the signs and degrees) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Y o u r ⁕ p r e d a t o r y ⁕ e n e r g y ~~~~~~~~~~~

A warrior, a schemer, a predator. Smooth and calculated movements, planning how to kill you in complete silence. The black panther doesn't show off their plan, they only show you their claws.

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The panther is part of the leopard family but it's easily identified because of its black mantle. Usually outcasted due to this difference, they face more difficulties in their habitat as they can't hide so well like others leopards (a black spot is easily identified by potential preys). They take the harder route, panthers also love to jump from tree to tree to assess the situation from a higher perspective. Because of those challenges, they know how to get a better understanding of their environments and know how to use it to their advantage

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🖤 M y ⁕ i n t e r p r e t a t i o n :

In my opinion, Asteroid Panthera (4198) in a birth chart shows you:

⁕ How you scheme to catch your target ⁕ How you fight to gain respect ⁕ Your fighting temperament

The special-0 degrees : They are THE panther🖤. Surrounded by a mysterious but fiery aura. They have qualities that resembles the ones of these felines. Could love to climb or run as a sport. Enjoy risky activities cause they crave that adrenaline rush 🔥. They could even have physical traits resembling those of a panther, like a feline type of appeal (especially if you have this asteroid in 1st house and 0°). Dominant personalities. Get easily involved in fights lol. They have a big ego and have a need to show their potential to everyone, cause they really crave recognition. Possessive but very caring. Put others needs first, cause this way they feel they're the provider and hold the power.

Celebs examples of Panthera at 0°: Simone Ashley, Jennifer Lawrence, the Weeknd, Beyoncé, Jamie Campbell Bower, Johnny Depp

Aries / 1-13-25 degrees : Straight to the point, leaving their mark boldly 💥. Quick, harsh movements. Impulsive if triggered. Experts of both mental and physical aggression because of their experience. They never hold back to new scary trials, cause they're fearless. Incredible strategy skills, you make It looks like you come from the army lol (maybe you do!). But even if they create different plans they usually stick to one plan until the end, yes, even if it means dying on the battelfield (sometimes being fearless can make you blind to danger). Kings/queens of the territory. Insatiable warriors. Strike first, strike hard, no mercy.

Celebs examples: Amita Suman, Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Emilia Clarke, Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep

Taurus / 2-14-26 degrees : Waiting in the lair for the food to come lol🍗. Not an obvious striker. Slow but steady, plan to trap their prey with their sensuality. Da 'lazy' panther: they don't even bother to plan or think about catching their prey, they get It like this 👏. Sometimes they may appear superficial or dumb, but well, it's part of their stategy 😉. Everyone wants them because they look at them as the perfect throphy and these natives know this very well as they have a high sense of self-worth. They're silent most of the times cause they're relaxing knowing they got ya... "why you feeling ✨ jittery✨darling, i'm here with you...oh sweetie by the way, did you buy that tiara of diamonds i told you i really liked?" 👀. So pretty It hurts...yeah, hitting your self-esteem to make you fall at their feet 😏

Celebs examples: Marylin Monroe, Monica Bellucci, Elizabeth Taylor, Keanu Reeves, Naomi Campbell, Grace Jones

Gemini / 3-15-27 degrees : Too fast you can't keep up 🌪️. You won't see them coming in any way. They are like a rap song, you're vibing until you realize the words they're speaking 😶. Funny queens/kings that kill you with their sense of humour. Rolling eyes at you, putting into discussion your crafting level as their strategy to make you feel worthless. They have beautiful nails/claws (ngl they really do). These mfk are so freaking versatile and well-rounded, they can do anything... No one knows as many things as they do. The real street smart. They make you think you dodged them but they have already 1827829292 other plans on how they could catch you, you have no escape sorrynotsorry 👋

Celebs examples: Rihanna, Beyoncé, Jamie Dornan

Cancer / 4-16-28 degrees : Baby panthers everyones wanna protect 🥺, until you realize you should have protected yourself from them lol. So frail they could break and cut you with one of their heart's sharp broken pieces. Jumping on you by jumping on your emotions. Changing moods 24/7 to confuse you even further. Shiny deeply emotional eyes on all the time. They rarely leave their lair but when they do, you know it's trouble (cause they reached an extreme). Like the moon, they catch your attention by making themselves appear all alone, until you realize they were always in their comfortable spot and only waiting for you to get trapped by the immense darkness around. 🌚

Celebs examples: Lily Rose Depp, Chadwick Boseman

Leo / 5-17-29 degrees : Grumpy cats that want it all *cute umpf sound*😾. Get out of their ways to catch their prey. Hella talented. Work so freaking hard to improve their skills you'll see them making a whole choreography while hunting. They catch so many people's attentions. Now they use that crowd as a fortress with no exits for their prey to escape 😘. But hurt their ego and they can take a looot of time to get back to hunting with some pride. They're the best at taking care of their people, they share the food (keep the best part for themselves tho lmaoo) and they're protective towards their loved ones. Truly fighters with a biig heart and of course they have a *dramatic showy hunting style* 💃

Celebs examples: Letitia Wright, Lupita Nyong'o, Helena Bonham Carter

Virgo / 6-18 degrees : Peekaboo from da green bush 😶‍🌫️. Panthers with a green thumb for growing detailed organized plans. Perfectionist predators. Calculate every millimeters, every possible outcome, to the point of overthinking It all and not even starting the plan lol. Intelligent and adaptable, quick learners. Can make you think they're weak with their bodily constitution and shy because they don't speak much. Truth is, they're studying you and their surroundings. Make the best advisors, cause they can see what's missing from the bigger picture and they usually don't initiate the hunt. Stay physically behind others' backs but are mentally ages ahead. Outsmart everyone in the end (if in good form and with their doubtful part of the brain shut lol)

Celebs examples: Halle Berry, Winona Ryder

Libra / 7-19 degrees : Graceful panthers, so poised they resemble perfect statues. And they make you believe they are that harmless...but careful not to fall for it 👀. These people don't aim directly to their prey, they get to it through others (the type to not dirty their hands lol). The glue that keeps the pack intact. They're loved by everyone, gentle smiles, kind gestures, they make sure they are pleasant to be around . Keep their outward persona all in check, constantly clean and polish their shiny fur 💅. Balanced, not too risky in their moves, they always test the waters first and adapt to the responses they get. Choose their words carefully to hit the weakest spot. Kill their prey with kindness and charisma, then offer them dessert to not feel guilty 🙃🍰

Celebs examples: Jamie Campbell Bower, Vincent Cassel, Zoe Kravitz

Scorpio / 8-20 degrees : The arm reacher distance. No, they don't have the COVID, they have the INTIMIDATION. No one wants to mess up with them. They have the blackest and thickest and shiniest fur of them all. But they rarely show their powerful moves, all they got are rumors spreading from people that SAW. If some other naive panther try to provoke these natives out of fun, they got to be prepared to suffer from Scorpio panther's psychotic fun .This is how they get the people to respect them out of fear. Sneaky and untreceable, they're the best at erasing their fingerprints. Get into their prey's mind. Predicting every little action and elaborating a plan on it. They don't like to strike right away, but prefers to take their time with it cause they enjoy playing and see their prey's reactions to their little scary games 😈. Very private and jealous, won't share their prey with anyone.

Celebs examples: Darkota Johnson, Carrie-Anne Moss

Sagittarius / 9-21 degrees : Can't stay still a sec. Always get in the way of other's people lol. Two panthers are fighting for the throne? Lemme jump in real quick and make a showstopper mooove 🤸‍♀️ (by risking their lives..yeah 🤦‍♀️). *everybody gets mad (but still laugh)*. "weee everybody sorry, i thought it was match break! I am the lady holding the round sign ya know thisss". Makes mistakes but knows how to crack a joke on them. They don't usually attack intentionally, as they don't really stand cruel actions. But they could kill by mistake cause they take up so much space and are very energetic, you get in their way, you dead😂. Their big presence ,easygoing nature and funny/entertaining behaviour win people's hearts (and their prey's too 👀)

Celebs examples: Michelle Yeoh, Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johannson, Lena Headey, Al Pacino, Simone Ashley

Capricorn / 10-22 degrees : Why so serious? 🤡 These people have gone through hell and back, no surprise they become the Devil. They tried them all, the bad, neutral and good strategies, they got a baggage of experience that could have either made or broken them. Always disappointed with others. Wise with a mind of a genius, but if this trait of them is neglected by people, the lack of respect could trigger them to suppress their emotions and use this detachment to manipulate others' feelings pretty well. Calm and premedited actions. They take time to kill their prey, they wanna consume them till they can't get it anymore and wanna hear them begging to give them that feeling of respect they didn't get before. Natives that people can consider too strict/inflexible (almost like tirants) if they get to rule as King/Queens panthers. (but they're just good people to whom bad things happened 🥺, lemme give you a hug 🤗)

Celebs examples: Heath Ledger, Zhang Zi-Yi, Grace Kelly, Alan Rickman, Jennifer Lawrence, Maggie Q, The Weeknd, Audrey Hepburn, Alexa Demie, Bruce Lee, Kristen Stewart

Aquarius / 11-23 degrees : Loner panthers that don't give a heck of getting to the Queen/King's panther's throne cause they're already building one of their own 😎. Making their own rules, getting their own land, initiating a whole new way of living. And then people see how cool and innovative their way is, and how strong they are to have built all of their empire alone, so they get easily influenced, and individually choose to become their plebs. And this is how they sterminate all their preys at once lmaoo. Unpredictable actions, have unique ways to hunt that may seem weird to people, but they're not afraid to show them by being themselves. This silent confidence can only gives more appreciation and genuine respect to the natives. Can get quite a lot of controversial stares too from close-minded people, but again, they just don't care 😇

Celebs examples: Zendaya, Joaquin Phoenix, Lana Del Rey, Keira Knightley, Anya-Taylor Joy

Pisces / 12-24 degrees : The forgetful predator and utopian leader. Create some fantastic plan than only can exist in an imaginary world cause gravity cannot bend to these native's thoughts unfortunately lol...or maybe it does cause they're manifestation king/queens hehe✨ . But everyone is obsessed with them even if they make a lot of mistakes. People are very very confused by these natives and Pisces panthers take this to their advantage. Manifesting their prey like this 👏...but then they don't feel like attacking them lmao... or coff coff... they were sleeping and missed it 😆. Chill around, but cannot not getting involved in the drama cause they're curious by nature. And then the drama (and so the prey too) hunts them, trying to switch the roles, giving them even more opportunities to catch what they want. Not the best at striking to the front, but will hunt you in your dreams.

Celebs examples: Kim Kardashian, Jenna Ortega, Michelle Pfeiffer, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Michael Jackson, Eva Green, Johnny Depp, Maisie Williams

And you've reached the end of the post!

Thank you for staying with me 💖

I hope this post entertained you and also gave you some cool info on your placement!

Lemme know if you resonated, and if you didn't let me know equally😊 as you know, i value your feedback a lot ✨ I'm aware this asteroid is an untamed territory, so take in mind this is just my personal interpretation

As always,

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! Be well, Yours, Linnie 🖤

( Sorry @brielledoesastrology if this took so long, i loved the suggestion of your request, and i hope this post satisfies it 😘 )

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cyberstrangerballoon · 1 year

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8TH SYNASTRY CULTURE 🫀

When people read about the 8th house, the first thing that comes to mind is sex. And sorry to dampen your excitement, but that's not all this house is about.

The 8th house is a place of depth, taboos, traumas, death and fears. Is the house of transformation, of the occult, of what is not accepted by society.

Is deep bonding, deep sharing, and deep transformation. It is a person's most intimate and darkest place.

So when a planet falls in this house, you feel like your privacy has been violated. It's like if you let a stranger read your diary, let them go through your stuff and turn your life upside down.

It messes with your head, you no longer have control of your actions. You're blindfolded, and holding his hand in the dark.

You find yourself in Russian roulette. You trust that person with your eyes closed. And normally you don't trust anyone.

The person on the planet attracts like nobody else. It has a magnetic force that makes you want to be close to it. You feel naked next to this person.

Your morals are on the floor, you're doing things you never imagined yourself doing. He excites you, and intrigues you. But can we judge you? Who are we?

I was once the person of the house and the planet. Usually they are different situations, but in this case they are the same. You both have darkness inside you, secrets and fetishes that you don't tell anyone. You attract each other because deep down you know that if you stick together, you will turn darkness into light.

If any personal planet falls here, sun, moon or venus. You light up this house, all the pain, suffering and fear disappears when you are together. You complete each other.

And when you're far away, you can't stop thinking about each other. It's like the memories are tattooed on your minds. It's suffocating, and dangerous.

If poorly aspected, it can cause intense jealousy, and sometimes physical aggression. All that love can turn toxic if you're not careful. So if you're in one, leave now.

Do I really have to talk about the sex? We all know it's amazing.

Sex can be an out-of-body experience. It's so amazing that it feels like you've been to heaven and back.

If you're away from each other, masturbation can sometimes be even better lol, trust me I've been there. IT'S GREAT!!!

Now, the songs that I think describe the 8th house synastry.

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lightscamerabitchsmileee · 5 months

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Vote for your fave, reblog and share your thoughts and also let me know what other faves you like even if it's not on this list I would love to hear it 😊😊

Thank you and have fun and also I posted a masterpost of all the other artist/band polls to participate in check them out if you haven't 😊😊

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mariefilms · 11 months

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╰───► Summer in Europe - e. williams

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Pairing- mafia princess and assassin!ellie williams x assassin!black fem reader

Warnings- 18+ MDNI!!!!! angst, smut, references/allusions to murder, dirty talk, pet names ( ma, baby), fingering (r! receiving), squirting, use of strap on, multiple orgasms (2), uhhhh i think that’s it.

Synopsis- you and ellie found love when you were both at your lowest, a summer in rome was one of your best ideas until you got a call telling you to kill the love of your life.

a/n- this is my first time writing smut so don’t be too harsh🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 (nsfw under the cut) this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but it was getting long so i decided to split it up into to 2-3 parts, i hope you guys like it !!

it was the summer of 2027 when you fell in love with her. you were only supposed to stay in Italy for two weeks before you met her. ellie was captivating, nothing like anybody you’d ever seen before. she was so hooked on you she followed you around like a puppy not knowing what dangers being in your presence would entail. The lavish dates and time you and ellie spent together only progressed your love for each other. unfortunately, you were needed back home. you had to take care of a client even if you wanted to stay in your little fantasy bubble with ellie. the trip wasn't supposed to last this long and sadly, your work was calling you. you’d never abandoned it for this long of a time period. Therefore, it was time to get back to the real world and out of this lovesick haze. ellie decided it was best to treat you to one last dinner before you had to leave even though she never knew if you were coming back. It was one of the best dates you had ever been on since you’d come to rome. ellie made sure your every need was met and she couldn't help but fall into the pit of love deeper and deeper, not knowing how you would crush her heart and she would crush yours.

on your way back home you got a call from your handler, he was seething at your radio silence for the past three months and didn’t want to have to report it to the higher-ups. that would start a worldwide manhunt neither of you wanted to deal with. “seth, it’s fine ok. i just needed a break.and you of all people should know the importance of that.” sighing, you grabbed a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter.

to your luck, he relented on his incessant nagging (it was all in worry for your well-being, he was getting old and he couldn’t keep saving your ass anymore now) and told you about your next job that needed to be done asap. your assignment was to seduce and kill the notorious mob princess and best assassin the world had seen since julio santana, ellie williams. adoptive daughter of joel miller and tess miller.

your heart dropped in familiarity with her name. everything around you became muddled when you realized. you couldn’t believe your luck. it would only be you who’d have to kill the one and the only person who you loved. “ i-i can’t do this one seth.”

“what- why can’t you do it? you’ve never been opposed to taking a job before. what’s wrong about this one!?”

“its a conflict of interest seth! i can’t fulfill an assignment on someone i know very fucking intimately!” you yelled into the phone and throwing your hands up in the air. this was easily becoming one of the worst days of your life, and you’ve had more of those than you could count.

“what a load of bullshit! you know all of your victims intimately that is the whole point of your job y/n!” he yelled back and you tried not to snap at him because he did take very good care of you but you were tired of his shit.” it’s fucking different seth! this isn’t some one night stand type of thing! i fell for her! i cant and wont fucking do it!” you were seething in your seat in the plane trying not to disturb the other passengers.

“i don’t give a shit about that y/n! you will do what needs to be done, you KNOW, the damn rules!” you tuned him out after that. you didn’t want to hear the truth and tried not to think about the inevitable.

seth was rambling in your ear, still going on and on about how you have no choice and the threat of the higher-ups still lingering because of your long absence, and how you fucked up falling in love with someone from the mob. you tried to argue you didn’t know she was from the mob, just rich but he wouldn’t hear it. you could honestly give less of a fuck about the higher ups but you remembered why you were even in this business in the first place, making your decision a pretty easy one. deciding you had enough of his incessant whining you took the job with a broken heart.

it was october when you finally made your way back to italy. you took a month at home of getting your affairs in order to successfully complete this assignment. you cried so much throughout the downtime to the point where you had nothing left in you but deep despair. the urge of going MIA and not completing the mission was strong, but you couldn’t do that, you made a promise and had a job to do. you couldn’t let a measly love affair stop you even if she meant the world to you. you had to keep up your end of the bargain or shit would get messy.

after you landed at the airport you went through baggage claim and made your way to the lobby before you spotted ellie waiting for you. your heart warmed and filled with dread all at once when you saw her. you rolled your suitcase up to her and smiled when she turned to look at you. ellie looked so pretty standing in front of you. she looked at you like you hung the stars. her piercing green eyes were shining with love while she dragged her gaze on you up and down smiling brightly.

“hi baby” she greeted you breathlessly and wrapped her arms around your waist while going in for a deep kiss. you reciprocated instantly, never getting used to the way she made you feel. you broke the kiss and smiled back up at her. “i missed you so much” you whispered into her lips. “me too, ma” she whispered back before kissing you again but this time it was more vigorous. she ran her hands up and down your sides feeling all your curves and committing them to memory. she'd missed this so much, she'd missed you so much. despite the timing of your relationship, she felt a deep connection to you. ellie couldn’t fathom you leaving her anymore after you came back and decided to stay with her. she squeezed you tighter not wanting to let you go (in more ways than one) but knew y’all had to get back so she could help you unpack and finally fuck you like she’d been wanting to.

“let’s get back, wanna show you much i missed you” she whispered in your ear while her hands drifted down to your ass and cupped it through your jeans. you gasped and pushed her off of you while laughing. “have some decency, we're in public ellie!” she rolled her eyes at you before smacking your ass and grabbing your bags. “you wasn’t saying that while i was tonging you down” your face went warm at her words, forgetting how bold she tended to be, not being afraid to speak anything that was on her mind. “ok but that’s completely different than you groping me!” you smacked her arm and she just laughed at your response, pulling you into her while you both walked out the airport and into her car. her driver was waiting outside of it and took your bags from her. he then opened the door so you both could get in.

during the ride back to ellie’s place, your mind couldn’t stop racing. you felt so wrong for lying to ellie like this. acting like you were here in rome to continue your relationship with her but actually on an assignment to kill her. it was weighing so heavy on you that ellie noticed the shift in your demeanor. she didn’t know why you started to feel upset but she had a feeling it was about you being back in rome away from home and familiarity. she had no clue what your real intentions were, she was still under the impression that you were here for her and trying to commit to a serious relationship, not just a fling. ellie didn’t know that you knew what she did for a living and who she was connected to. she prayed you’d never have to see or experience that side of her. when she was handling her business she was a different person. her anger issues peaking and making her seem borderline psychotic. she wasn’t proud of what she did for a living but it’s what she grew up around ever since joel picked her up off the streets, saving her from a piece of shit who didn’t know how to keep his hands off of little girls.

ever since then she vowed to ruthlessly murder anybody who thought it was ok to do anything remotely close to that.

when ellie’s driver finally pulled up to her house your mood had brightened significantly. ellie was trying her hardest to cheer you up during the long drive the best she could and it worked for the most part. you still had a heavy weight on your shoulders from the responsibility of taking ellie’s life but you decided to not let it bother you for the rest of the day. you needed to appreciate all the time you had left with ellie.

ellie’s driver, who you later learned was named jesse, opened the door for you both to get out of the car and go inside.

“hey love, wait inside for me. i need to take an important call real quick.” ellie kissed your cheek before rounding to the other side of the black g-wagon.

you sighed before agreeing to her demand and walked into ellie’s home. it was a black interior and exterior modernesque house that was ducked off from the bustling city of rome. you’d been here many times in the 3 months you first visited but it never failed to take your breath away. jesse brought your bags in while you got settled in. since ellie was outside taking a call you felt this was the perfect time to hide your weapons to lower any levels of suspicion— not that ellie suspected you, you were just paranoid and had a lot of guilt.

luckily you managed to hide them in very obscure places and avoided being seen by jesse and just in time before ellie ended her phone call, dismissed jesse and finally came inside to spend time with you.

she found you in the kitchen and you were praying she didn’t notice how wound up you were. just seconds before she made her way into the kitchen you had hidden a pistol in a compartment behind the oven. you felt like you were sweating bullets and tried to act as normal as possible when she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and giving your neck little pecks. “what are you doing in here baby?” she mumbled into the kisses she was giving your neck, stirring up a sizzling heat in your lower regions.

“nothin’, i just decided that i wanted to cook something today instead of us going out again.” you giggle at her kisses turning ticklish and feeling her smile against your neck while she sways with you in her arms to a random beat in her head.

you turned around in her arms ready to tell her you needed to start gathering the ingredients before she cut you off with a toe-curling kiss.

“i missed you so much baby. that was the worst month of my life” you laughed at her dramaticness. “i know el, it was hard for me too but i’m here now and i won’t be leaving anytime soon.” you were lying to her and it hurt so much but you had to keep up appearances and not alert ellie to anything being wrong with you.

she pulled you into another deep kiss, tongues sliding together and you both moaning into it before you tried to pull back so you could actually start cooking. ellie on the other hand didn’t want to let you go. she could stay kissing you forever but she knew you had to start on the dish you wanted to make and finally broke the kiss not before grabbing your ass and rubbing on it. she had a panty-dropping smirk on her face as she looked at you. she knew the power she had over you and your body and wasn’t afraid to use it.

“ellie, no. move. i’m trying to cook and you tryna fuck me” you were laughing as you kept trying to remove her hands from your ass while she started back kissing on your neck, implementing teeth and sucking your skin, trying to leave her mark on you.

“you can still cook like this” she smirked against your skin at your scandalized gasp.

“ellie you know damn fucking well, move your ass !” you smacked her forearm so she could take you seriously and move.

she gave you one last peck on your lips before letting you get back to cooking, “ok ok fine, but i hope you didn’t forget about what i said at the airport” she whispered breathily in your ear before, once again, smacking your ass and walking out of the kitchen with a proud smile on her face.

“ooh i can’t stand her fine ass !” you bit your lip before whispering to yourself and turning to start cooking one of your favorite dishes from back home that you had a feeling ellie would love.

once you finally got done cooking the jambalaya, you called ellie down while you were making hers and your plate. she kissed your cheek before going to sit at the table, you walking behind her and sitting right across from her at the table. the dinner reminded you of every date ellie took you on at a expensive restaurant, except more intimate and intoxicating.

before digging in you asked ellie to try it and tell you if she liked it. you know she’s never had something like this before so you really hoped she would.

when she took a bite she literally moaned out loud. you busted out laughing at her response, your efforts to conceal it were futile and it came out anyway, “i take it i did good huh?” she nodded her head fervently and started to scarf her plate down.

“wait- el slow down! it’s not going anywhere” you tried to stop her from eating too fast and too much and later having a stomach cramp. “ i can’t stop it’s so good baby. i don’t know how i’ve never gotten to eat this good in my life.” she heaved after a particularly big bite. you covered your mouth trying not to laugh at her appearance after tearing her plate up. the bottom half of her face was covered in the sauce from the jambalaya with little rice pieces, and she was leaning back in her seat trying to catch her breath.

“ellie you have so much shit on your face” you couldn’t hold your laugh in anymore and it finally busted out.

“what? where?” she started wiping everywhere but where she had smudges of sauce on her. “girl- you know what let me get it!” you stood up and walked to ellie’s side of the table before bending down and using your hands to wipe the remnants of sauce and rice crumbs on her face. as you wiped some crumbs off of her lip ellie licks your thumb in while staring deeply into your eyes and giving it a hard suck. “thank you for the meal baby” she smirks against your thumb still resting on your lip.

“fuck it.” you crashed your lips against ellie’s, taking her by surprise. she moaned into your lips before pulling you into her lap so she could kiss you properly. she sucked on your bottom lip and intertwined her tongue with yours, completely tonguefucking your face in an agonizingly rough pace making you grow so wet in her lap. you were a moaning mess and couldn’t control your hips, rutting down against ellie and adding slight stimulation to hers and your clit.

“mm fuck” ellie groaned into your mouth when she felt you start grinding against her. she dragged her hands down your sides, up and down your back, through your braids, and finally landed on your ass. she loves your ass so much it was crazy. she smacked one cheek before making you grind down harder after hearing you whine and whimper into her. you started bucking your hips uncontrollably when she kissed you particularly hard that sent shiver through your body and had you dampening your panties even more.

“fuckkk ellie” you were so needy for her. she’s the only one that’s made you fell this good out of the many nameless and faceless one night stands you’d had in the past. you needed her to do something about the ache in your pussy and you needed it now.

“ellie cmonnnnn, i’m ready” you whined into her mouth trying to move her hand where you wanted her as she started trailing her kisses lower and lower down your neck. suckling on your collarbone and making a dark hickey appear. “i know, baby i know.”

ellie picked you up while you were still situated in her lap. she made her way to her bedroom while she kissed you deeply managing to not hit too many walls on the way. when she entered her room she threw you on the bed before going into one of her drawers and grabbing some lube, her harness and the black long and girthy dildo that was usually attached to it.

you couldn’t believe how fine she was and how lucky you were able to spend time with her, not wanting to sour your mood with the burden you still carried heavily on your shoulders, you pulled ellie by her tattooed arm on top of you so you could kiss her again but she turned down your advances of trying to deepen the kiss, only giving you a couple pecks before she started making her way down your body, the body she was so in love with.

she trailed kisses down your neck and stopped at your boobs, pressing little pecks between them before taking your right nipple into her mouth and trailing her right hand down to the wetness in between your thighs. rubbing your clit through your panties and making you moan lowly out loud. she used her left hand to knead your left nipple before she plopped off your right to give some attention to the left.

you were out of it. face blissed out with no thoughts behind your eyes. all you could think about was ellie and how much you wanted her mouth and fingers all over you. “ellie please. stop teasing and fuck me!” you whined at the stimulation you were receiving. she chuckled at your impatience and ended up giving in to you, she could never say no to your pretty pouty face.

“ok pretty girl, i’ll give you what you want '' ellie gave you one more toe-curling kiss while removing your soaked underwear before dropping down to your gushing pussy and circling her tongue around your clit. you moaned out so loud and it made ellie so wet, grinding down into the mattress while she hooked her hands under your thighs and pushed them into your chest. ellie licked a long stripe up and down your slit before going back to sucking your clit into her mouth.

you were a moaning mess. everything she did to you felt so good to the point of insanity. she was making you feel so fucking good you didn’t know what to do with your hands. deciding on gripping her hair and messing up her sloppily put-up bun, grinding hard into her face. she groaned into your pussy and sunk two fingers into you before curling them and abusing that sweet spot she knew would have you seeing stars. your eyes rolled back as you felt her attack your g-spot. you couldn’t control your sounds at all. she could hear all the little noises your mouth made and loved it. she lifted her head out of your juices to use her other hand to rub on your clit roughly making you jerk in her hold before she held you down. “yeaaaa let me hear you baby. pussys so wet f’ me”

she was easily becoming pussydrunk. the way your cunt gushed out your wetness and started creating a white ring around her fingers that were fucking into you hard and deep. she couldnt get enough.

“fuck- fucking love this pussy baby” she drawled out breathlessly before diving back in and attacking your clit with her tongue.

“tell me whos pussy this is?” she rubbed on your clit hard.

“yours ellie! it’s your pussy, shit!”

you were bucking and spasming as you felt your orgasm crashing down on you. “ellie- mm- fuck fuck, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum ellie!” you screamed out as you felt the knot that had been building in your stomach since she kissed you in that airport lobby burst, your eyes rolled back from the intensity and her refusal to stop rubbing your clit.

“mm- fucking love this pussy. cum on my face baby, fuck- i want it all” she pistoned her fingers into you faster and doubled downed on your clit drawing your orgasm out and making you cry out from overstimulation. “shittttt- that’s it baby” ellie pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them savoring the taste of you and moaning wantonly around them. she kissed your clit again before sitting up to put her strap on and lube it up.

you were still overstimulated when she slapped it on your clit twice. “mm’ no more el” you tried to run from her but she pulled you back and flipped you on your stomach. “uh uh baby you know i’m not done with you.” she rubbed her fingers in your juices again before lining up and pushing inside of you.

“fuckkkkk—“ she groaned as she sunk her dick into you like she could feel you open up for her and squeeze down when she hit your g-spot again.

you cried out when she was all the way in. you felt so full and good. “fuck ellie!” you whimpered into the pillow as she started thrusting into you.

“mm’ look at you. fuck— pretty pussy wrapping around me so good” she groaned and punctuated her words with a hard thrust spreading your cheeks so she could get a good look at your pussy opening up for her. her thrusts were sending you up the bed and making you almost hit the headboard. she was fucking you sooo good and deep keeping you pinned down to the point where you couldn’t move, all you could do was take her brutal thrusts. “ellieellieellie, i can’t- i cant- fuck!” you felt her brush against your cervix and sobbed into her pillows. you couldn’t think, she was making you feel so good, you pushed your hand back on her stomach to get her to let up but she slapped your hand away and ground deeply into you in response making her feel immense stimulation on her clit from the harness and you felt her deep in your guts your eyes crossed so hard you saw stars.

“nah you can take it shit—baby, stop. fucking. running.” she thrust into you hard following it with a deep grind making you lose your mind. you were a whimpering mess and couldn’t hold your orgasm anymore, only this time it felt more intense and powerful.

“ellie mm’ fuck! m’ gonna cum!” trying to run away from the powerful sensation again. ellie slapped your ass as a reprimand. “stop fucking moving and take it.” she was holding your hips in place and fucking the shit out of you. you couldn’t speak anymore, the only noises coming out of your mouth were little renditions of ellie ellie please! and loud moans and whimpers before your orgasm crashed out of you with a strong liquid. “fuuuckk baby” ellie moaned hard above you, throwing her head back, when she felt your wetness hit her. she ground into you even harder until she was cumming from the friction.

you were spent and didn’t have another orgasm in you. you slumped down into the bed as ellie pulled out of you, discarding the harness and laying down wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

she kissed you all over your face and neck whispering sweet nothings. you smiled in her embrace and hugged her tightly. “i missed you so much,” she whispered into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. it was passionate and conveyed her love for you that she was too scared to confess yet. you returned it with the same passion and with a hint of despair. you started to remember the reason you were here in the first place and pulled away from her, not wanting her to take notice in your steadily dropping mood.

unfortunately she did feel your mood change and she looked at you with a question in her eyes, you just shook your head before giving her a peck on the lips and dragging her to the bathroom on your wobbly legs so y’all could clean up. “i fucked the shit outta you huh?” she mocked your words from earlier and grabbed your ass (for the 2726366th time) you swatted her hand out of the way and pulled her into the shower with you.

ellie smiled at you as you began washing eachother. you were in complete bliss and didn’t want this illusion to end but unfortunately time wasn’t on your side and you needed to complete your mission soon or you’d have to deal with so many consequences worse than death.

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ღ Placements that I find attractive Pt.1 ღ

Sun-Venus

The ego and sense of self is in connection with love, beauty and pleasure. These people really know how to present themselves in a gorgeous manner. They also hold a natural beauty to them that in my opinion is undefeated. They attract others very easily whether it be their beauty, intellect, humour, there is always something very eye catching about these people.

Celebrities with this placement: Andrew Garfield, Leonardo Dicaprio, Oprah Winfrey, Jim Carrey, Khloe Kardashian.

Lilith-Ascendant (specifically trine or conjunction)

Lilith in trine with the ascendant is more beneficial compared to the other aspects as the ascendant and lilith are in the same element (most of the time) thus their energy is more smooth. Because this energy is free flowing, these individuals find it easy to express their rebellious and sexual nature, it comes to them naturally. The conjunction however is more prominent in the natives personality and can be a blessing and a curse within itself. These people may have been bullied in their younger years, so they put up a wall and learn to depend on themselves only. They also unintentionally give off dangerous and sexual energy, this intense energy that they exude is integrated into their personality and is not for the weak.

Celebrities with this placement: Rihanna, Keanu Reeves, Adriana Lima, Marilyn Monroe, Lady Gaga.

Aquarius moon/mercury

Okay. listen. i know i talk about these mfs a lot but cmon i cant resist 😭 These people are quick with the facts but only give it out if they feel like it. Aquarius mercuries are quite humble despite being smart,hot and cool all in one, this adds to their attractiveness i swear 🤷‍♀️Aquarius moons on the other hand don’t necessarily boast about their accomplishments but they do care if they get credit for it, similar to leo moons they want the attention but at the same time don’t like it ?? Like yes appreciate all my hard work and admire me but don’t shove it in my face type of vibe.

Celebrities with these placements: Alicia Keys, Harry styles, John lennon, Jennifer Lopez, Rihanna.

Mars in 1st house/Mars conjunct ascendant/Aries rising

Martian natives are enthusiastic and brave. They go head first into situations and even though it can be impulsive, they do it with reason and faith. Lots of them also have really nice bodies and may be athletic or interested in sports or working out. These people like to lead and assert themselves into situations, they’re head strong and are loyal to themselves to the very end. That’s something I admire about them the most, they are in connection with their inner self and aren’t sheep, they can read between the lines and don’t take shit from others. Also in general they’re just hot no more words needed.

Celebrities with these placements: Lady Gaga, Angelina Jolie, Kourtney Kardashian, Megan fox, Emma Watson.

Scorpio/Plutonic placements

Scorpio anything tbh is attractive in itself. Scorpio is on my descendant so that might be it, but scorpio energy is just so magnetic and powerful, I CANT HELP BUT BE DRAWN IN 😭 Pluto in contact to mercury/sun/ascendant/venus in particular are my favourites. Depending on the orb, and the aspect itself, the amount of energy pluto has on the individual will vary, but it’s there, always. Scorpio risings in particular have eyes that are watching your every move, critiquing and judging your movements. Scorpio mercuries & Pluto in contact with mercury is another placement I find very attractive. They have high emotional intelligence and give off detective vibes, i live for that shit.

Celebrities with these placements: Madonna, Beyoncé, Willow Smith, Prince, Lana Del Ray.

Libra risings/Venus conjunct ascendant

Now unlike their counterpart (aries risings) their beauty isn’t as brash and hot in your face yk. (bc aries risings are just hot in general) but I find libra risings very beautiful. No matter the natives gender these people are always aesthetically pleasing to look at and pretty. Sometimes they’re cute and shy other times they give off that glamorous city vibe but either way they’re all so gorgeous. ALSO ITS TRUE LOTS OF PPL WITH THIS PLACEMENT HAVE SUCH SYMMETRICAL FACES 😭

Celebrities with these placements: Kate winslet, Beyoncé, Cardi B, Harry styles, Selena Gomez.

Leo venus

These people remind of that deathrow song I think it’s called Pick a seat or sumn 😭 But THEY RADIATE THAT SONG OMG. Now all leo venus's I know literally can do no wrong in my life, well in my eyes at least lol. Maybe it’s because my mars would be conjunct their venus but these people are the types that I would want to settle down with brooo. They show off their love for you so proudly and it’s so cute omg. I also like how (depends if afflicted) they openly talk about their interests and ideas with others, like they’re so confident and cute I just wanna squish you guys!!

Celebrities with this placement: Amy Winehouse, Jennifer lawrence, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson.

Capricorn moons and risings

Y’all are so hardworking and get through your work so fast that it’s attractive 💀Like i know a couple people at my school with these placements and it’s honestly so hot when they’re just focused on the work LMAO. Unless these placements are paired with water or fire I genuinely love the seriousness that radiates from these people. Most of the time they just have a resting bitch face and look like they don’t wanna even be there but THATS WHAT DRAWS ME IN I SWEAR. They have this work first play later vibe and i love it <3 Also a lot of cap risings I know have really nice facial structure and pretty hair 💗

Celebrities with these placements: Megan fox, Kylie Jenner, Timothée Chalamet, Frank Ocean, Mary J blige, Brad Pitt.

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Love in the Line of Fire

Story Summary: Two of the most powerful women in the world, Shuri and Y/N, have a bond that is both unusual and intense. As S.H.I.E.L.D. assassins, they have seen and done things that most people can't even imagine. Despite the obstacles they face as women and as lovers, they have proven time and time again to be a powerful force to be reckoned with, but when they are assigned to take each other out, everything changes. Despite their promise to never become pawns for S.H.I.E.L.D, they find themselves caught in a storm of conflicting emotions as they face the ultimate test of their loyalty to each other and to the agency. With their passionate marriage at stake, the reader and Shuri must navigate a treacherous world of political intrigue and danger, where the lines between friend and foe are blurred, and their survival hangs in the balance. Will they be able to overcome their differences and work together to survive, or will their love for each other be their downfall?

Warnings: Knife play, mentions of death, smut (eventually), fighting

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Word count: 6k (ummm...)

Author’s note: Whew y’all when I tell you this fic has been whooping my ass and we are only on the first chapterrr. Finals really aren’t a joke but here’s the beginning of a story I hope you enjoy :)

Sincerely,

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6:00 AM

Wake up. Assess current location for threats.

My eyes slowly open to the sunlight spilling in through the cracked glass on the window, a constant reminder that when I am ready to play the doting wife, there are plenty of tasks ready to welcome me with open arms. Naturally, my fingers slip slowly behind my frame to feel the opposite side of the bed for my life partner and per our unspoken routine, my fingers are met with nothing. The other occupant of this bed has stayed true to their silent promise of always being up before me for reasons we never created. An hour before me, everyday, my wife attempts to slide out of bed without alerting me but I am always aware; She knows. What she doesn’t know is that I wished everyday that it was a figment of my imagination and she’d be behind me, ready to lace our fingers and pull my frame into hers in the manner only she knows how. As if my fingers aren't trustworthy enough, I turn my head to look behind me and am met with the inevitable, the truth. I fiddled with the clean linen that was fixed perfectly to look like no one else inhabited this bed other than me and had it not been for her lingering scent of vanilla and sandalwood, I would’ve believed it but of course, I know better. With a light sigh I turn my eyes back to the window and slide the covers off of me before throwing my bare legs over the side of the bed to sit upright. With a light stretch, I lift off the bed, the plain tight fitted long sleeve shirt rising slightly, exposing the black lace underwear covering but so much and the bottom of my scarred midriff in respect to my unorthodox meetings with death that never fail to leave me on edge.

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6:05 AM

Use the bathroom. Tend wounds.

The walk to the restroom was one I never really looked forward to. To me, it’s like the start of the mission. The second I close the door is the second the clock starts ticking and I’m forced to submerge myself into a mentality of preparedness that I would much rather not. The large vanity adorning the marble double sink lights up upon my arrival into the advanced restroom, courtesies of my wife.

“Good morning Mrs. Udaku.”

Griot. My wife’s advanced AI has become one of my only friends throughout the years. I treat Griot like I would any friend, carefully, only speaking on what’s necessary and eliminating all else. Truly, Griot is perfect given his lack of personal emotion meaning his lack in small talk.

“Good morning, Griot”

I walk up to the bright vanity and look at my deep complexion. Unruly curls and exhaustion is what I am met with. I grabbed the singular hair tie sitting directly next to the toothpaste, sitting perfectly adjacent to the faucet while my toothbrush laid next to it. I took pride in the organization and minimality of the space as I threw my hair up quickly in hopes of just removing it from my face.

Brushing my teeth is almost spiritual, a moment to cleanse myself of the sins from yesterday, regardless of their complexity. I lean down to rinse out these sins and all they carry before leaning back up to assess the changes that have been made to my exhausted appearance. Instead, I am met with the eyes of the person who has managed to become the only surprise I enjoy. There she stood, fully ready for the day in a tight fitted black compression shirt, black cargo pants, and black Prada sneakers with hints of purple that resembled her combat shoes but were slight reminders that she is the most important in any room she steps in. As if on cue, a tattooed hand swiftly drifted up around my neck and another, flooded with silver rings, snaked around my waist resting on the long scar that was now on full display. Without another second wasted, the hand around my throat tightened and the hand resting on my waist pulled me back into her towering frame. A slight gasp left my lips as her breath trickled down my ear and rested snugly around my neck.

“Good morning, my love” Shuri spoke softly in contrast to her tempestuous movements. I couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of her hand on my neck, the contrast between her gentle words and her dominant touch sending shivers down my spine in a way that made me want more. Those outside of our dynamic would frown upon the way we enjoy playing with danger and treating our lives like those of immortals. The scars she caressed reminded me that we were far from that illusion.

"Good morning," I managed to reply, my voice slightly breathless given the tightening of her squeeze, more.

Shuri's hand dangerously tightened around my neck, reading my mind, her lips grazing my earlobe as she whispered, "Did you sleep well?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to find my words. "Yes, I did. And you?"

Shuri's grip on my neck loosened slightly, much to my dismay. "I slept well," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But I could sleep even better with you in my arms all day."

I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at her words, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror causing the desire to intensify. I reached my arm back and grabbed at her upper thigh, effectively pulling her front closer into my back.

"As much as I would love to stay in bed all day with you," I said, voice steady, trying to maintain a sense of control over my own desperations, "we have to leave for work soon."

Shuri's hand on my waist tightened more, a silent indication that she wasn't ready to let go just yet. "You're right," she said, her voice still laced with desire. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun before we start the day."

I felt a surge of anticipation at her words, knowing all too well the type of "fun" she was referring to. Our dynamic was one of mutual respect and trust, with both of us holding a dominant front. This is especially true as Shuri takes her hand on my waist and slowly creeps it up, lifting my shirt in the process, gaining a small wince from me as she moves her eyes to the cause of it. Right above my belly button was an open scar, ready to be tended to. She gently swiped her thumb over the wound before meeting my eyes in the mirror again.

Before things could escalate any further, Shuri's hand fell back down to my waist, moving down slightly to play with the band of my underwear. Her lips left a trail of kisses up my neck, stopping just below my ear, her loose curls caressing the side of my face. "What time do we have to be in the office?" she asked, her voice still low and dripping with want.

I took a deep breath, looking down at my watch, 6:25 AM. "In an hour and thirty-five minutes" I replied, knowing that we both had to prepare for the day ahead.

Shuri reluctantly released her hold on me with a sly smile, but not before using her other hand that sat around my throat to turn my head and plant a lingering kiss on my lips. "Then we better get ready usana," she said, dropping the hand around my throat to grab and move mine that lingered on her upper thigh still. She took my hand and brought it up to her lips, caressing my bare ring finger with her kisses. My wife gently dropped my hand onto the sink and reverted to her scheduled morning routine. "We have a long day ahead of us, I’m sure."

With that, Shuri moved from behind me to sit on her end of the double sink while I moved to open the sleek drawer under my end. There, sitting beautifully in contrast to the tools I use to stitch myself up with, sat the blinding ring Shuri proposed to me with in front of the Trevi Fountain in Rome while we were hiding on a break from S.H.I.E.L.D all those years ago. Memories of that night flooded in along with those of the night we promised the rest of our lives to each other. Shuri and I’s life wasn’t always this stoic and coordinated. We used to live very carefree lives, with promises that we would never lose our passion or become machines for S.H.I.E.L.D’s use. Times have changed and so have we. Pushing away the memories, I pick up the disinfectant spray, bandages, and the small knife for any necessary cutting and place them on the sink to use after I shower. Usually, the cuts are shallow, a testament to my quick reflexes and combat training, but the one above my belly button holds an opposing and more morbid view. I removed my shirt so I could better observe my wound and the intensity of it. All the while, Shuri watched me intently, her eyes taking in every move of my fingers over my scars and the way I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear. I can feel her gaze on me, but I choose to ignore it, focusing on the gash. Once finished, I look up at her, meeting her gaze head-on. She stared back at me with thin barriers in her eyes, trying to disguise the way she wishes things were different and this wasn’t our normal. She hops off the sink and moves towards me, maintaining eye contact as she gets closer. She stops with only our breath in between us, looking down at me, gaze gentle but restrained. She meets my eyes for a moment before moving past me to turn the shower on for me before stepping out the bathroom and back into our bedroom. I sighed before removing the final article of clothing before stepping into the warm embrace of the water coming down.

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6:55 AM

Pick out clothes. Dress ready for combat.

After the shower and effectively dressing my wounds, I picked out a simple outfit paired with my infamous knee high black heeled boots that I have mastered fighting in. As I got dressed, I thought of today’s schedule and it’s relatively normal, consisting of combat training and a few meetings about upcoming missions that are quickly approaching. Finishing up, I headed downstairs to meet Shuri who was patiently waiting in the kitchen messing with her kimoyo beads. Without looking up, Shuri spoke, acknowledging my presence,

“Are you ready, y/n?” Shuri spoke, still not looking up but shifting slightly against the counter she was leaning on.

“Almost,” I responded unfocused on words as I approached her, moving her arm down and simultaneously dragging her gaze to me.

“You look good,” she said, her eyes never leaving my own.

Without verbally responding to Shuri, I laced my arms to either side of her, holding onto the island she was leaning against. I leaned in closer to her, finally seeing over her shoulder to make sure what I needed was directly aligned with my movements. Moving my eyes back to her, I saw it again. The look that screamed completely guarded to those who don’t understand, but to me, it was poorly held up allowing me to see right through her and directly at the unspoken mutual feelings we shared. I got impossibly closer to her, our lips brushing before a loud drag of a sharp knife was heard. She smirked against my lips as I drew my hands back, effectively pulling the knife from the block behind her and retracting it back towards me. Smiling slightly against her lips, I pulled away and moved to grab an apple to cut. We stood comfortably while Shuri poured herself a glass of water while I leaned against an empty wall, cutting and eating slices of the apple, watching her move around gracefully. She walked towards me as I finished cutting a slice. When she got close enough, I halted her movements by bringing the knife to her throat before moving it up slowly to her lips, revealing the slice of the apple,

“Open.” It was a simple command that she followed without hesitation. Her eyes met mine instantly as she accepted the piece of fruit. After she took the piece, I attempted to move the knife but was met with resistance as Shuri bit down on the end of it, barring my movements. She moved her hand up to take the knife from me before moving towards the sink and dropping it in. She finished chewing the fruit as she grabbed her keys.

“We need to leave now if we want to be on time” She said as I followed her towards the garage door.

The lights flicked on, row by row, as we entered the 10 car garage. Shuri called to Griot to check the time to which he alerted us that we had exactly 30 minutes to get to our destination. Shuri walked directly to her favorite shiny black two seater, opening my door for me before opening her own and getting in.

Upon turning on the car enhanced by Wakandan technology, the garage opened leading down the long driveway. Shuri put on the sunglasses that were sitting in the center console and started driving, her hand making its way to its signature spot on my thigh as she got a call.

“Thetha.” (speak). Shuri spoke stoically as she caressed my thigh with one hand as the other drove her vehicle of choice with ease.

“Is that anyway to speak to your King, Panther?” M’baku responded sarcastically to Shuri, earning a slight giggle from me.

“Shuri rolled her eyes at M'baku's remark and retorted, "I speak to my King however I please, Gorilla Man. You know that." She smirked, knowing that M'baku never liked being referred to as the "Gorilla Man." "Now, what can I do for you, Ukumkani?"(King). she added in a teasing tone.

M'baku chuckled at Shuri's tone, acknowledging the fact that the girl he once knew still lived deep down somewhere within the woman he spoke to. "I hate to ask but I need your help in creating new Vibranium mining equipment. The mountain has been yielding less and less lately, and we need to find a way to increase production," he said, turning serious.

Shuri thought for a moment, calculating the best way to go about it before responding, “kuya kwenziwa” (it will be done).

M’baku grunted happily, “Enkosi panther,” “how’s, what do you call them in America, wifi?” His excitement and happiness in his tone felt like he was in the car with us, causing a small laugh from me again and a smile gracing shuri’s lips.

“Umfazi wam (My wife), or if you prefer, my “wifey” is sitting next to me” Shuri looked over at me, giving me the metaphorical floor.

“M’baku! I am doing well, how are you?” I spoke happily out loud into the advanced car.

“Usisi! (sister) I am doing well. I hope Shuri hasn’t caused too many problems for you”

“None that I can't handle” I said, meeting Shuri’s eyes and smiling at my wife for the umteenth time this morning.

The conversation eventually came to an end and resolved to a comfortable silence as the call disconnected as we pulled up to a gate in a random field. Shuri removed her glasses and spoke at the communication box, “Udakus.” The gate opened and Shuri drove for about three miles before pulling up to a dirty garage. The doors opened and Shuri pulled in. Although the garage looked dirty on the outside, the inside was the most advanced and secured space in America, outside of me and my wife’s home. Shuri parked in our designated spot before getting out and coming around to open my door. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the door where she once again stated our last name before the door opened to what resembles a fancy hotel lobby. In this room sat a front desk, a small sitting area and two elevators behind it. Shuri and I both acknowledged the woman sitting at the desk that appeared normal from the front but was littered with weapons of all calibers behind it. As we entered the elevator, Shuri grabbed my left hand again, similarly to this morning, caressing the finger where my wedding band should be. In its place sat a vibranium branding in Xhosa, matching the one Shuri has on her ring finger. It is our wedding date. Shuri and I got them shortly after our wedding to represent how our love goes deeper than materials forged by man. The elevator dinged when we finally reached our location. Shuri brought my hand up to her lips and kissed my ring finger before dropping my hand back down lightly as we walked out into S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters. We walked side by side into the facility, saying hello to fellow agents around us before sharing a quick kiss and going down separate hallways to our designated locations. ——————————————————————————————————

8:00 AM

Meetings. Briefing on new missions.

To me, sitting down in a conference room is the most normal thing I get in my line of work. If I could effectively tune out words being shared in this conference room, it might even be normal. However, sat to my left is Yelena Belova who is twiddling her thumbs while making comments about how briefings are pointless and “a text would suffice.” To my right is none other than her counterpart, Kate Bishop, who loves nothing more than to argue against whatever Yelena breathes out into the space. Phil Coulson, Fury’s right hand man, consistently tries to bring the conversation back but fails miserably each time. At the end of the briefing, all I learned was that there is a new organization that is rising from the ashes of HYDRA. They are a secretive cabal of wealthy and powerful individuals who seek to impose their will on the world through any means necessary. This organization, known currently only as "The Consortium," has infiltrated governments and corporations around the globe, gaining access to vast resources and technology. A new mission is being assigned now for some field agents to assess and bring back information before higher clearance agents, such as myself, infiltrate the organization. In the meantime, I am filing paperwork from the previous mission that I returned from a few days back.

Once 10:15 AM came around, I got ready to go to my one-on-one combat training session with Yelena to prepare for the upcoming mission we have together. As I headed out of my office, I noticed that the halls were more active than usual, nobody was attentive to their surroundings and preoccupied with whatever folder or tablet was in their hand. Regardless, today has been nothing but colorless meetings and combat training luckily is the exact opposite. Training sessions require precision and focus which will hopefully prevail over the tiresome mood I am in. Yelena ironically is like this everyday, she is an adrenaline junkie and jumps at any chance to fight, even if just for practice. This keeps things interesting, especially for Bishop who will never admit that it makes her feel certain things that are against her definition of best interest at heart. As I approached the west hall where the combat training room is, a figure stepped out from a doorway and blocked my path. It's recognizably one of Fury's personal top agents, a stern-looking woman whose name I can never quite remember.

"Agent Udaku" she says, her voice low and serious. "I need to speak with you urgently. Director Fury has requested your presence in his office."

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and amusement. "Fury wants to see me?” That's unusual, why would he send an agent instead of talking to me directly. “What's it about?"

The agent shakes her head. "I'm not at liberty to say. But he's expecting you, and it's important that you go immediately."

I looked at this woman curiously but her demeanor did not falter once. I was intrigued but I’m tired of meetings and quite frankly would like nothing more than to put my frustrations into sparring with Yelena. I gave the woman a quick nod and walked around her but as I was passing her, she grabbed my arm causing me to raise my other hand in defense but she clocked that and grabbed that hand too. The scowl I gave her was fervent and she returned it back in its full intensity.

“It is imperative that you meet with Fury sooner rather than later.” She said as she removed her hands from my body. In a fit of restating dominance, in quick motions my hand flew up to her neck squeezing hard before coming closer.

“I don’t care if God himself is asking for my attention, don’t ever think that is grounds to touch me or else my hand won’t be the only thing against your throat.” At this point she was trying to assert that my actions were minimal by not clawing my hand away but the discoloration painting her face told a different story. I removed my hand leading to her gasping for air and doubling over as I continued to the training room with eloquence gracing each step.

As I reached the training room at the end of the hall, I typed my code into the digital scanner before gaining access into the room. I saw a black compression shirt moving and knew Yelena was already here so I walked over to the wall of lockers and located mine so I could take off my shirt leaving me in a skin tight ribbed black tank top tucked into black pants being held up tightly by a black belt with a silver buckle. My heeled boots are ironically my favorite fighting shoes given the element of surprise many opponents get when they realize how they strengthen my fighting as opposed to hindering it. I feel Yelena coming closer to me and as I turn to face her, my movements are halted, two firm hands placed on my waist. I know those hands, those hands have explored my body in ways that have molded my skin to know that touch without having to look. That intoxicating scent of vanilla and sandalwood confirms the known as a hand that was previously on my waist comes up and moves my curls, exposing my neck where soft lips planted themselves, leaving sweet kisses in their wake.

“As wonderful as this feels, Yelena will be coming soon and I’d hate to get caught in a compromising position,” I sighed out.

“I don’t mind the audience, Usana.” (baby) Shuri spoke with such confidence. The funny part is I know that Yelena walking in will actually do the opposite of deter her actions. Shuri has a tendency to fuck me in the most risky situations. Such as on a mission where I was gaining a little too much attention from a man and although Shuri knows I have no interest in anyone but her, she made it a point to drill that sentiment into me all night long, reminding me that I was hers no matter the distance or circumstance.

“Mmm I’m aware” I mumbled back as I bit my lip thinking about it while she continued planting kisses. She stopped abruptly spinning me around to face her, her hands moving up and down my sides soothingly.

“I asked Yelena if I could spar with you instead.” Shuri said as she looked deep in my eyes before trailing down to the top of my tank top with no intent of hiding her admiration for what she saw. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth as her eyes hung low. If it wasn’t for the fact that I genuinely wanted to train, I would let her do whatever she pleased with no complaints.

“Cara mia, that may have been a mistake.” (My darling) I said, lightly pushing her back as I walked forward, keeping us moving to the middle of the mat at a steady pace.

“I think it is the best one I’ve had all day” Shuri responded while slowly pulling her eyes back up to mine.

As we reached the center of the mat, I pushed her back a little harder as I stood still, causing her to stumble as her grip on my waist dissipated. I could feel the tension and excitement building up inside me, and I knew that Shuri was feeling the same. We rarely ever got to train together. We circled each other for a few moments, sizing each other up, before she made the first move.

She launched a flurry of punches and kicks at me first, but I managed to dodge and block them all. I could see the surprise and frustration on her face as I countered with a swift kick to her side, which caused her to stumble slightly.

But Shuri wasn't one to give up easily. She quickly regained her composure and came at me again, this time with more force and speed. I could feel her breath on my neck as she closed in, but I managed to sidestep her attack and grab her arm, twisting it behind her back as I brought us down on the mat.

For a moment, I thought I had her pinned down, but I let my guard down too soon. As I relaxed my grip on her arm, Shuri used the opportunity to flip us over, and before I knew it, she was on top of me.

I could feel her body pressing against mine, and I could see the mischievous glint in her eye but I didn't let that distract me. I focused on my training and tried to flip her over, but Shuri was too quick for me. She had me pinned down again, and this time, she wasn't going to let me get away. I struggled against her, trying to break free, but Shuri was too strong. She had me at her mercy, and I couldn't help but admire her fighting skills even as I tried to escape.

Shuri leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Why are you fighting so hard to get out of a position you’ve begged me to put you in many times?"

Her words were a gateway for the shivers that ran up my spine intensely. She lightly bit down on my earlobe before getting up and pulling me along with her. Shuri is beyond intelligent and knows exactly what she is doing. Her and I both know I fight a lot better than what I am showing right now. She has had her tactic prepared since before I even stepped into this room.

Shuri walked towards the weapons rack and grabbed two daggers that we call “dragon blades” because when you are cut by one, it feels like your skin is on fire.

Giving me a quick look, she threw one of the blades at me. I quickly reacted, putting my hand up to catch it as the tip of the blade was mere inches from impaling me in between my eyes. "Let's see what you're really made of, my love," she said, taking her stance and twirling her blade in her hand. This was my moment to remind her who she married.

We circled each other warily, both of us waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Shuri lunged forward, her blade flashing in the air as she aimed for my chest. I dodged to the side and countered with a quick swipe of my own, which she parried with ease.

For the next few minutes, we danced around each other, our blades clashing and ringing out as we tried to land a decisive blow. Shuri is stronger and has a better reach, but I am fast and agile. We were evenly matched, and I knew that this could go on for hours if we let it.

But then, I saw an opening, a split-second where Shuri's guard was down. I took advantage of it, throwing my blade with ease, aimed directly at her shoulder. Shuri saw it coming and tried to parry, but I was too quick. The dragon blade sliced through her shirt and left a deep gash in her shoulder, causing her to groan in pain. Needless to say, this was not her first time getting cut with one of these.

I rose to a full standing position from my throwing position and slowly walked over to her to assess the damage. I touched the blade and gauged how deep it was as Shuri chuckled painfully.

“My apologies, my love” I responded while slowly diverting my eyes back to hers.

She grinned down at me, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "You got me, Usana," she said, reaching up to touch my face. "I'm more than okay, I'm impressed."

I returned her grin and without looking, I pulled the knife out quickly causing Shuri to grunt as her hand on my face moved down to squeeze my neck roughly before loosening her grip. I ran my fingers over the open wound before moving in to kiss the area around it as she rested her forehead on mine.

“We should stitch that up sooner than later,” I spoke softly.

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8:00 PM

Go Home. Pack up weapons.

Shuri and I separated after the training session so she could go clean her wounds while I learned more about The Consortium. Shuri and I usually leave pretty early but today was our first day back in the office after our previous mission.

I moved my hand over my belly again feeling the wound that was just as present as it was this morning. Shuri made sure to be careful around that area today, for two reasons:

we have yet to accept what we lost and we are scared to accept what we have lost.

No one knew how much this meant to us, how hard we worked to make it happen. It was foolish to believe that two assassins could successfully bring a child into this world. Call it Karma or bad luck but whatever it is, it is punishing us for a specific reason we are not aware of. Don’t get it confused though, we do a lot of things that warrants punishment but this is something I will never know what exactly we, I, have done to deserve losing our hope at new beginnings. Shuri has rivaled and quite literally, recreated gifts from a God while also simultaneously bringing one to his knees. Why is carrying a child our impossible?

I feel like I have failed her before I could even take the test. 10 weeks. That is all we got. 10 weeks of ignorant bliss. I am one of the most feared and powerful women in the world, alongside the only other woman who shares that title. Yet, a feeble brained man with a knife took a cheap shot in a crowded place and made me question everything I believed. Now, Shuri and I dance around the topic as if she didn’t spend upwards a year in her lab in our home, creating a way for us to safely produce a child with just us two. As if we hadn’t looked at buying almost every item for an infant that we saw. We pretend like she didn’t lay right above my stomach every night to hear my heartbeat and the sounds of one growing inside of me.

A heavy knock caused my hand to fall back to my side as the familiar figure walked through the door.

“I’m ready to go if you are.” Shuri says as her tired body leaned against the door. I quickly turned and grabbed my bag and opened it to put my weapons back inside that I earlier took out to reload and sharpen. I closed my bag and walked towards Shuri who, although hurt, took my bag as she shut the door behind us.

As we left the compound and drove home, Shuri put her hand on my thigh as she usually does and began to caress it with her thigh. Mindlessly, my hand gravitated to the top of hers as I traced her hand tattoo that never failed to bring me peace.

“Takeout?” Shuri spoke, ending the comfortable silence in the car.

“Chinese.” I answered back to which Shuri told Griot to put the order in as we got closer to the house.

9:15 PM

Eat. Pretend we don’t kill for a living.

As we entered the house, Shuri and I removed our shoes at the door and walked towards our grand staircase with hints of Wakandan architecture adorning it and many parts of the house. This is what differentiates the terms home and house for us, but mostly Shuri.

“I’m gonna upstairs and shower before the food gets here enhle,” (beautiful) She said in between kisses before going upstairs and groaning when she accidentally bumped her wounded shoulder causing me to smirk.

“Stop smiling,” she spoke with her back turned.

“I’m not, panther.” I say back as my smirk turned into a full blown smile as she turned and winked at me before disappearing at the top of the stairs.

I turned and walked towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine as I waited for both the food and Shuri. About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang and I went to retrieve the delivery. After receiving our food, I walked back towards our kitchen island and started setting the food out when my phone began to ring. I picked it up and gave my traditional greeting.

“Udaku.” I waited and heard nothing causing me to look at my phone seeing that I was still on the line.

“Hello?” I spoke again and heard slight breathing.

“New target, do you accept?” The voice spoke after a few seconds, stoic and unfazed.

“Yes.” I immediately replied, a reaction I have been conditioned into responding to.

After a beat, I heard the one thing I was and would never be prepared to hear.

“Accepted target, Shuri Udaku.” The voice said before the line went dead. I dropped the phone in disbelief. Little did I know, Shuri got the same call upstairs as she got out of the shower. Her reaction was similar to mine as the voice on the other end of the line uttered, “Accepted target, Y/n Udaku.”

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“My mother taught me that the only way to get over a man is to get under another one.” Percilla said with a devious, lopsided smirk. An hour and a half ago, she’d all but pushed her way into your apartment, making a strategic beeline towards your closet, hauling a pink duffle bag half her size over her arm.

“Of course, she didn’t take different gender preferences into account back then, and she wasn’t exactly a saint in those years either. But ignoring the way she freezes up now, acting like it’s hard business to recall what I see as pivotal moments of her influence on me as a child- I found that it works like a charm!”

She was an almost comical mass of multiple moving parts. Running a comb through your hair one moment, rifling through your drawers and pressing various articles of clothing into your hands the next.

A little black dress, smoky eye, and glossed lips with loose hair and you were deemed ready. ‘Keep it simple and any interested parties will do the rest!’ She’d remarked proudly. Throwing the last of her things back into the oversized bag before setting it in the corner of your bathroom, grabbing her purse and walking to the door with a purpose; the Lyft ride had already been waiting for three whole minutes by then.

But rooms full of inebriated, horny strangers had never been your style, and people you don’t know pose unwarranted dangers while sleeping with them foretold even more. So without a single intention to follow her plan to the last bulletin, you decide to simply enjoy what you could and head home with your conscience intact.

Though instead of her usual stomping grounds, she’d brought you to the more expensive side of town. An A-list club which was guaranteed to house the most well off socialites in the city. The name very faintly registering even if you couldn’t place where, or in what context exactly it had been mentioned.

“Marauder’s Map? Perc, I’ve never been here before. And I definitely don’t have the cash for more than two drinks.” You’d said feeling quite apprehensive but sticking close behind her nonetheless; following even as she exited the car cutting the entire line of waiting patrons and blaring the bright screen of her phone in the bouncer’s face.

Much to your surprise, the towering man does not berate the two of you. Instead his mouth purses to the side, a thick brow arching quizzically as he grimly asks, “And the phrase is?”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Then, without any hassle or need for lengthy explanations, you’re both allowed inside. Granted a smooth entry as she grabs ahold of your hand, expertly guiding you through groups of people like a woman on a mission.

“I haven’t told you,” She speaks in a secretive tone, linking an arm with yours and slowing her stride as she scans the room, and the countless faces it holds, with a discerning eye. “But, I met a guy. He’s rich, like Will Smith or Jay Z and Beyoncé building-generational-fucking-wealth rich. And he’s gorgeous, of course. That has to be a given, no matter the amount of money he has.”

“And you have, or you're actively trying to sleep with him?” You ask, studying her perfectly pretty face with her highlighted blonde hair, overlined eyes and sateen lips- fully thinking that she was just stunning, and crazy, enough to pull off bagging some nameless, New York City billionaire socialite.

She stops walking and turns to you with raised brows like you’re missing something that’s right in front of your face.

“No, you dummy.” She laughs and it’s an airy but fond kind of sound. One that peppers your cheeks with soft puffs of air before jovially filling the space around you. “I’m trying to marry him.”

Oh, you think. Eyebrows lifting before you're the one that’s letting out a quiet laugh.

She doesn’t like that however, releasing your arm and allowing it to slap back down to your side as her lips morph into a displeased frown.

“Perc, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just shocked, is all.” You say immediately after, attempting to do quick and precise damage control. “I mean, you’re younger than me and twenty just seems like an awfully young age to literally tie yourself to someone else. Let alone some guy with as much affluence and cash to throw as you say he has.”

“He’s not just some guy, like I found him at a 7/11 and decided he was the one. He’s one of the most well-known men in the state, not to mention the entire country. And you not being ready when you were my age does not automatically dictate the rest of the world’s timeline. I know what I want, and I will not be laydoned with someone else’s insecurities.” The words slip past her lips like water from a tap and you stand there stunned and quiet; blinking at her, as you think she might as well have just slapped you clean in the face, and saved you the mental gymnastics.

“‘Cilla!” A voice calls out from behind her, ripping the two of you out of the tense space you’d found yourself sunken in.

When the man comes into view, he wraps an overly familiar arm over her shoulders and there's a stark height difference compared to either of you. A few integral inches which make it so that he has to subtly bend his neck to properly look her in the eyes.

His sleek, raven black hair tucked behind one ear as the opposing side curtains his face like flowing silk, caressing his cheeks and resting at his shoulders.

Black slacks with a matching dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleek boots fitted on his feet. Thin, gold chains glint around his neck in the dim light as the open space reveals a multitude of tattoos, the ink continuing down his exposed forearms where the sleeves have been rolled up. He is gorgeous, a true Samson, and you decide then and there, that you hate him. Or, at the very least, feel inconvenienced by him in more ways than one.

“Sirius,” Percilla greets with a warm smile, her mood considerably dampened but seemingly willing herself to perk back up as she reminds herself of the main objective.

“Comment allez-vous? I’m glad you could make it.” He asks before immediately defeating the purpose of speaking, his middle and index finger gently coaxing her jaw so that her neck turns further to face him, making you stand witness to the way his lips interlock with her own.

It ends just as quickly as it was initiated before those steely blue eyes are turning on you and the effect is borderline frightful. His attention makes your skin feel clammy and as though your body is burning at a temperature of 105, and you’re certain that regardless of how needlessly overdramatic the word is, you’re certain that you hate him.

“And who is this?” He asks, oddly refusing to break eye contact with you.

“My friend, the one I told you about? You might not remember.” She answers and you internally blanche.

“No, no. I remember now!” He laughs as he‘s reminded of whatever god awful event or memory she’d previously recounted to him, extending his free hand towards you. “Sirius Black. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Ravi de faire votre connaissance.”

You stare blankly at the larger, outstretched fingers, look back up at him and force your lips to contort into a thin-mouthed smile, “Enchantée.”

Turning to Percilla with the same false glee, you jerk your head towards the bar with a curt, “Don’t let me keep you, I’ll be at the bar.” Before giving him one final smile and departing.

Sliding over a bar stool, you stare at the bartender, aware of the fact that there’s plenty of other people who’ve either ordered or are waiting to order- but after a solid four minutes pass, you’re certain the asshole is purposefully ignoring you.

“Malcolm.” A low voice chimes above your head and with a quick glance you find that Sirius has slipped in alongside you with ease, the bartender nearly breaking his neck with the speed at which he turns in your direction before clearing the distance in two and half steps.

“Now what would you like, dear?” The handsome bastard asks, tilting his head towards you like he could wait all night for an answer. All of his attention and focus circled in on you.

The sexist bartender looks at him, while he looks at you and you peer back with furrowed brows and pursed, glossy lips.

‘Well, at least I can finally order.’ You inwardly grumble, letting out a sigh before breathing out an answer, “Brandy Old-Fashioned, washed with lemon-lime soda. Three cherries, please.”

Sirius continues to lean against the bar on one elbow, legs crossed at the ankles as he looks down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed with the faintest smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he slowly nods, turns and orders as well. “The usual. Both are on me, Malcolm.”

“Coming right up, sir.” The younger man replies before making quick, but precise work of it as though someone lit a fire under his ass.

“You own the place.” You quietly remark, looking up at him as a shot glass is presented in front of him with a soft clank, an even mix of ginger ale and whiskey.

“Partially. One-fourth, split evenly.” He answers, smirking like a human Cheshire Cat.

Your drink arrives, precisely how you asked for it and Sirius gives the boy a curt nod, signaling for him to return to assisting other waiting customers. And maybe it’s the slow way you sip from the glass, biting into a maraschino cherry tentatively, or just the look in your eye, but his mouth switches to a smile as he throws back the shot, emptying it in a single gulp and deftly wetting his lips.

“You’re the style consultant.” He says appraisingly, perhaps verbally jogging his memory. “The one who works in the luxury suit shop, doing fittings and resizing slacks.”

You silently nod, eyeing him suspiciously with furrowed brows. “Yeah.”

“‘Cilla mentioned you a few nights back, said you wouldn’t tell her everything that was going on but she suspected it was taking a toll- that you were stressed.” His eyes were narrowed, a rye smile gracing his lips as he spoke. “She thought a night out would do some good, take your mind off things.”

“Did she?” You ask rhetorically, voice dry.

“Yeah.” He nods, “And is it?”

“What?”

“Is it helping distract you?” He prods, as if it’s any of his business, or concern.

Downing the last of your drink, the ice tinkles melodically as you set it back down. “No. It hasn’t.”

Coping with the ending of a three year long relationship was one thing. You could learn to do the mundane activities alone again, could get over how isolating it felt to crawl into bed and know there was no one to join you.

Giving up your apartment, figuring out an entirely new living arrangement and shifting money around so that rent and bills could be covered by a job that hadn’t been intended to carry all of that responsibility was another.

Pinching pennies and having to choose between budgeting or enjoying yourself had a way of slowly draining the life out of you until all that was left were irrational anxieties, fears and feelings of hopelessness. You didn’t want to talk about it because you had to live with the reality of the situation every second of the day and you hardly expected someone younger than you to be able to help much, so naturally Percilla wouldn’t know the full story.

“I figured as much.” He agrees, tapping the bar and smiling down at you as you all but glare back. “You've had a drink, why don’t you head home? I’ll keep an eye on Percilla, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble this time around- and send her back to her flat in one piece with a story to tell.”

“Though for you, rest will do you more good than standing around in those high heels will.” He jests cheekily, looking particularly pleased at the way you glower at his poking remark but before you can reply, he’s shooting a wink at you and walking away; his dark form dissolving between the throngs of people.

part II

#mafia!marauders #mafia au #sirius black x reader #the marauders x reader #the marauders #prongsfoot #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius black x reader x james potter #poly marauders #hp blurb #hp #harry potter blurb #harry potter #marauders era #harry potter imagine

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boricuacherry-blog · 3 months

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Megan can't get up on her good foot because her good foot is on Nicki's neck. Her "big foot" made a big imprint.

Why doesn't Nicki tell her cult to stop doxxing people?

If there's one thing ppl know about Nicki is she's addicted to social media. She's always got her boots on the ground when it comes to discussions being had about her. So it's not like she doesn't see how dangerous it is to spotlight the ppl critical of her actions. She knows that. But she refuses to speak about it or tell her cult to stop.

Beyoncé has her stans too but she tells them to calm down when they start doing weird shit. Beyoncé doesn't like that. Nicki loves it.

She didn't come this hard at Remy or Kim because she felt they were out of the game. Megan is navigating her comeback and actually is as relevant (more relevant) than Nicki, so she's trying to derail Megan's career by saying the most low down foul shit about her. And Megan could literally be her daughter.

But Nicki is always talking about 'black women this' and 'black women that.' But always tearing down black women and calling them 'nappy headed hoes.' She pushes misogyny.

Nicki has the energy to blast bloggers for posting about her cult trying to deface Megan's mom's grave, but none of the smoke for the cult followers who are actually doing it?

This is the same woman whose brother's semen was found on the inside of his victim's underwear and then was convicted. And she wrote a letter asking for leniency.

It's crazy that she actually sat down, picked up her pen and decided to write 'u was humping on a minor.' Where's that same self awareness about your husband and brother? How do you feel about them? Or do you only care about it when it's a dig towards someone else? Did she have the same smoke for R. Kelly when he lied on Gayle King? No, because pedos and rapists are a protected class to her.

So what if Megan had lipo? At least she kept the integrity of her features and her ass still moves. Your ass isn't even proportional to the rest of your body. I mean, you bought an ass you can't even shake.

Nicki's beef with Megan started bec they did a collab and then Megan worked with Cardi. She was a newer artist, why wouldn't she take an opportunity? Nicki thinks when she gives a collab to someone she owns them for perpetuity. You can't just add random ppl to your cult bec they worked with you. Tf. She worked with you, she doesn't work for you.

#nicki minaj #megan thee stallion #bigfoot #hiss

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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 4 months

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Beyoncé 👑 🐝

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#BeyFashionFRIDAY ✨ 2004 Beyoncé & Roberto Cavalli were a force! Her first tour “Dangerously In Love” aka “Ladies First Tour” was entirely wardrobed by the iconic fashion house! This is a love affair that has transcended throughout the Queens career, she has worked with all the Italian house’s designers, Roberto himself, Peter Dundas, and today’s Fausto Puglisi. From the Dangerously in Love era, at private events, to the famous lemonade dress (Hold Up), The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour, Grammy Performances, On The Run II Tour, and even to present the Renaissance World Tour. Not only does the brand dress bey they make sure the dancers are covered as well!

#beyoncé #roberto cavalli #fashion

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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I LOVE YOUR POSTS/RESPONSES.

Question (and I think I may know the answer but I’m going to ask anyway because why not?!): can you rank the BTS members visually (face and body) according to your personal preference. Feel free to include past opinions that have now changed.

In my opinion I found Jungkook to be the most good looking…but then I started looking at Jimin and Jesus needs to now come save me. Wahala. I don’t think I will be the same. Okthanksbye.

LMAO at "Wahala". Are you West African by any chance? Come say hi if you are! 💜

Hi Anon,

This is the sort of ask I would normally read once, chuckle, read again, then delete. Because what the fuck? Have you seen what they look like?? What kind of question is "rank the BTS members visually"? And then you specified "face and body"? Ma je kin sepe fun ehn o ahn ahn now kilode? Si je te maudis maintenant, je jure sur tout ce qui est saint et sur le prochain album de Beyoncé, que tes arrières petits-enfants ressentiront cette malédiction. Ne me teste pas.

...

But you said "wahala" and I'm feeling sentimental so here's the list for you to tear apart:

7. Kim Taehyung - He's got a nice-looking face. Like the Indian Brad Pitt, but he's Korean, which is somehow even better if you're into k-pop, apparently. I can tell on a cerebral level that he is handsome, but my heart doesn't know it... you know what I mean? His slim build is okay, but even he knows it can be better. I'm very interested in seeing what Taehyung looks like in 2025. I suspect he could go several levels up in my ranking, but we'll see.

6. Jeon Jungkook - The fact I'm ranking Jung Kook sixth should tell people the caliber of visual that is in BTS. All seven of them are mind numbingly hot. No cap. JK is ranked here because despite how hot he is, despite how peculiarly pretty he is, he is still the most baby-faced out of the guys. In my opinion.

5. Kim Seokjin - The shoulders give him several points I'm sorry. I mean, yeah his build is a bit lanky and he could fill out a bit more but still, the shoulders are wide af. I count it towards his overall visual and Jin does have a very Korean handsomeness to him. He's the sort of guy my grandma would want for me... and I know I'm not the only person from my background who has thought so.

4. Kim Namjoon - Joon has the prettiest eyes in BTS. Maybe Jimin ties with him, but Joon's dragon eyes are definitely ranked first in any case. He's worked on his physique too in recent years which has bumped him up my list. I wish he was more coordinated in his motor skills, but he's still pretty decent.

3. Jung Hoseok - Hobi is such a dreamboat. He's lanky but it works for him. The way Tyler Joseph's does for him. But even better than that, J-Hope has stamina. This man is fit. And he is beautiful. Definitively masculine but so delicately pretty. Like y'all don't know what platinum blonde Hobi did to me in 2021. This man is hot and capable and that is a very dangerous combination take it from me.

2. Min Yoongi - Nobody is surprised. I don't even know what to say because I actually bias him. Like I just typed his name out and had to pause to take a breath. I'm keeping it real with y'all rn. I'm that gone. I like that he's a bulldog the whole fandom sees as a cat because that's what he is. I love the music he makes. The way he mixes bass and toplines in all his tracks is incredible. Like, all the lyrics to the chorus of Beyonce's EGO, apply to Yoongi in spades.

...just saying.

Park Jimin - I've said before, he could seem gamine + serpentine + feline + cute all at the same time. It's just fun looking at a face capable of showing so much at once. It's fun looking at Jimin. That's the sort of visual he has. His face is interesting. It is odd in the most benign ways. And by that I mean, most people typically have one definitive facial feature, one that stands out, like a strong browbone, high cheekbones, etc. Really pretty people have maybe two, three tops. For Jimin, his entire face is constructed from distinctive features. I don't want to completely objectify the man by spelling it out for you but Jimin is ridiculously beautiful.

It's just facts.

Jimin has looks. You know what I mean? Jimin has looks where he accentuates certain things. My favourite Jimin looks are some when he looks serpentine, a bit like a snake. Like this:

(The first time I saw this photoshoot I remember I thought, "this is the look of a guy who will go there if there's need to." It's never made sense to underestimate him.)

I'm not sure it needs to be said but I also like his physique the best, whether it's leaner or bigger. Whatever weight he has he carries it well, he moves easily and that certainly adds to his visual. Jungkook too has recently mastered moving through space with ease, I hope what I mean can be communicated, but what I'm trying to say is: a very easy motion with no wasted movements. Anyway, Jimin is best at this, and maybe at a sub-conscious level it adds to his visual for me.

Lol, that's the ranking Anon.

#bts #jimin #yoongi #hobi #namjoon #jin #jungkook #taehyung #bangtan

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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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The thing about Kanye being held responsible now for what he said about Jews and people go well what about when he said slavery was a choice, the problem was that none of his peers held him accountable. There were plenty of people that could have spoken out but instead they all went oh kanye is a genius you just don’t get what he means and I think it’s so dangerous how a lot of black celebrities want to align with white supremacy so badly.

Which makes it even more interesting that Beyoncé saw the writing on the walls when you think about it. You cannot tell me that she did not see that something was fucking off when he got with Kim K.

I just feel like look as a community look at how long R Kelly got a pass. Sure us on the internet see shit like this and go that’s bad/evil but I know so many black people irl that go oh well that’s his opinion so 🤷🏾‍♀️ but it wouldn’t even matter if the people with immediate access to him were nothing but yes men

And also the death of his mother is not an excuse and it’s laughable that it’s been seen as one for so long. Plenty of people have parents pass away in tragic circumstances but don’t see it as the time to go oh my time to shine now I’m going to be a white supremacist. Especially when his mother was a civil rights professor like that feels so disrespectful to her memory on it’s fucking head like that’s not the kind of legacy you leave for someone you claim to love enough that you’re doing everything in her name

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THANK YOU CHER!!! I say this all the time Taylor swift shouldn’t be compare to Beyonce because for one they cater to two different audiences and they try so hard to put beyonce in a “pop” box when she isn’t. At a point in your career you should want to venture out and explore other genres and that is what is beyonce is doing. That is why I laugh at the beyonce and taylor swift comparisons.

Yeah because again nothing wrong with this but Taylor is a pop artist. She's strictly been pop for years atp after dropping the country persona. Beyoncé started out with RnB and has dabbled in a little of everything since. Even just comparing them musically has never made sense to me. They don't make the same kind of music at all 😭 I remember someone saying a lot of Taylor fans don't listen to much outside of Taylor and I'm sadly inclined to agree because I don't understand how you can listen to anything beyonce puts out and think the two should be compared. Even if you just take her most popular generally well liked singles... crazy in love? Deja Vu? Irreplaceable? Drunk in love? Partition? Run the world? FORMATION?!?! We're not even getting into the stuff like don't hurt yourself and dangerously in love and daddy lessons like what about any of that sounds like something Taylor would put out and should be compared to

#asks

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sanctum-stinker · 1 year

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How about MCU wongstrange? What was your first impression of them? Any headcanons?

I want to to know more, of what you see. Because for me personally, I think I ship them after mom. And I wonder if I missed more than two moments or scenes that flew over me

Hello Hi!

You came to the right place. Because I jumped on the WongStrange Bandwagon before No Way Home I’ve had plenty of time to analyse past content and also pick out bits from recent films which I thought were fruity!

I’ve just compiled the images in my camera roll because I can’t be bothered screenshotting and looking up all the scenes, I hope that’ll suffice!

Doctor Strange 2016

If I’m being completely honest, Mordo and Stephen have a better dynamic in this movie, but Wong still has his moments! Obviously the iconic Beyoncé scene, the weirdly tense library interactions, Stephen reviving Wong and Wong trusting him without hesitation etc etc.

This deleted scene as well. Rolling on the floor crying. This also sort of confirms they’re living together in the sanctum now, so that’s also a thing.

Multiverse of Madness 2022 This movie was kinda shit, but we got some pretty decent bits all things aside. Their overall banter and dynamics are fantastic at times, and whoever made their outfit colors so fucking complimentary deserves a wet sloppy kiss.

Why are there so many shots of them looking at each other.

Honestly I can’t even describe this one. Why is he looking at him like that.

Christine tells him to face his fears so he immediately opens up a little to Wong and trusts him. Okay. Cool. Okay.

And of course the bow scene. Peak symbolism regarding his respect towards Wong and his growth as a man. His eyes remain fixed on Wong when he does this and I think they were insane for this. I fucking love this scene.

Infinity War

Not much content in this because Wong peaces out like two seconds into appearing, but we get some good shit in that time.

Matching battle stances are so romantic, boys.

That’s the only stuff I’ve got, but honorable mentions is that this further confirms Wong and Stephen now live together in the sanctum. The money and tuna melt banter at the start, Wong saying that the Hulk Ice cream is ‘our favorite’ implying ice cream nights and a conversation where they have confirmed to each other that that flavor is their favorites. Marvel I just want to talk, please, I just want to talk about Sanctum Sanctorum ice cream night please.

Endgame

I also don’t have any images for Endgame, but the fact that Wong likely organised the majority of the portal scene makes me yell. Due to Stephen reappearing on Titan (as seen in his entrance scene) it implies that he had to have had communications with Wong previous to dusting. Because of his lack of presence he wouldn’t have been able to have actually put anything into action, thus Wong has to be responsible for the most iconic scene in the MCU!!!

The fact that they’re such a power duo offscreen and unknowingly carry the whole battle is insane to me and no one talks about it.

No Way Home

Banger film. Great WongStrange moments.

Marvel tell us what happened at the full moon party IMPOSSIBLE edition.

Stephen using puppy eyes to fucking win Wong over to let him use a dangerous reality warping spell. You know, just a casual Tuesday. AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH.

Also introduces Sorcerer Supreme Wong which I shat my pants about. I adore that they let him be Sorcerer supreme but dearly wish they took him more seriously. But we’re not here to talk about that. Onto the next.

What If…? Doctor Strange lost his heart and not his hands.

God I remember the soul shattering experience this was when it came out. The WongStrange content was surprisingly nourishing though.

‘We’ve’ been through weirder.

Stephen putting aside his crippling heartache for Christine just to save Wong? Like not even considering the actual rest of the world that’s fading outside? Okay. Cool. Cool. Okay.

Wong also is the one to comfort Stephen about Christine and is a part of the pinnacle point in time determining wether Stephen uses the timestone and turns into Strange Supreme or not.

Now the second two aren’t technically a part of the MCU, but they are related to it. I don’t know where they’re to be put in the MCU category but they exist so I’ll consider them canon.

This book is just silly and goofy. No comments just read it for yourself.

Infinity War Prelude 2

This comic is so overlooked, and I don’t know why. The Doctor Strange Prelude is as well. They kinda do Wong dirty with the art, but the content is pretty cool. Also gives us an insight into Ragnorok and just how the sorcerers operate.

Wong casually recounting Stephen’s whole journey for no reason.

I just like them in this panel tbh. Stephen is kinda scrumpled.

Stephen pulling a John Watson with the “stop being mysterious” thing. Implying Wong has been cryptic and mysterious enough for Stephen to recognize this as a character attribute.

That’s all I have, honestly I’m too tired to come up with a capping off statement, but I hope this pile of various moments is enough! The MCU is yet to really explore their dynamic, and let alone Wong as a character, so I’m excited (and a bit afraid after MoM) to see where it goes!

#WongStrange #Bird insanity

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thtgirlllmona · 8 months

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Love in the Line of Fire

(Ch.2)

Series Warnings: Knife play, mentions of death, smut (eventually), fighting, etc..

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Author’s note: LMAO NOT THIS COMING 4 MONTHS LATE 👀 anyways I hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think ☺️🫶🏼

Sincerely,

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6:00 AM

Wake up. Act normal no matter what.

Ignorance is bliss. The past night, the phone call, everything that has transpired since – none of this is real. Instead, I am choosing ignorance. I choose to lay in bed today, waking up alone as usual, staring at the cracked glass on the window we still haven’t fixed yet. In laying here, I choose to ignore what Shuri and I are and focus on what we were. The night we met, our first “date”, the night she proposed and we promised each other to never become the people we are now, the night we got married, even the night we found out I was pregnant. Maybe I’ve been ignorant this whole time. Maybe I was so sold on what we could be that I never enjoyed us for what we were. The night we met, we bonded over the pain of losing family and, in the process, losing ourselves. No one ever understood what I felt except her. She felt everything I felt in a place no one can visit but us. When she left Wakanda to M’Baku’s rule, she secretly promised to never return. The pain she felt being in her homeland superseded any want to stay in touch with everything that molded and made the woman she is. The woman I fell in love with. Although I never met her before the pain, I can feel who she was in the moments when it's only us. When we are quietly sitting in our room, solely listening to each other’s hearts, I can hear how her’s used to beat differently. The space in between where her heart races slightly like that of a kid. When it skips a beat, I can feel her in the past. Although I never met this version of her that didn’t experience pain, I fell in love with that person. Most importantly, in those moments where her heart beats, I can hear the fear barricaded deep, only coming out slightly, almost unrecognizable in each exhale of breath from her tired lungs. The fear of losing anyone she even attempts to care about. She took every emotion and trained herself to keep people at arms length, never getting close to anyone no matter their persistence or the attraction felt. Then I came along.“You ruined my plans.” One night as we sat atop the tallest building in a city in Columbia, staring at the skyline after finishing an intense mission, Shuri uttered those words to me. When I just stared at her waiting for a further explanation, she finally turned her gaze to me, a look that I couldn't quite decipher plagued her sharp features. Grief? Admiration? Both? “Becoming enamored with you wasn’t supposed to happen, usana.” Shuri spoke hushed, breaking my concentration on solving her. I attempted to solve everything in life and Shuri was the one puzzle I could never fully understand. That’s when it hit me. Shuri couldn’t be solved by me alone because, according to her, I am the piece that completes her. That is what makes her different from everyone else. Shuri and I are two parts of one grand art piece. I realized in that moment that the same look, feelings, and everything else she was giving me, was the exact same thing I gave her. We are a mirrored version of love that I have never heard of.

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8:20 AM

Call out. Assassins need a day off too.

The bed sank and I moved my gaze over from the window to the alarm clock next to the bed. I then felt two strong arms wrap around me as I laid on my side, one arm briefly coming up to move my untamed curls out of my face before settling back around my waist, interlocking hands with the one that snaked its way through by going under my body. I felt a chaste kiss placed against my forehead before her cheek slowly pressed flat against mine after. A deep, soft sigh left her body as I saw our reflection in the window. My wife. In all her glory. Before Shuri I didn’t believe in Gods, or anything for that matter, but every time I see her face,it's as if the shadows themselves retreat in reverence, acknowledging her ethereal beauty that transcends mortal realms. Her presence eclipses the very essence of my being, a constant reminder of the abyss that awaits us all. And yet, with every stolen glance at her, I'm reminded that even in the midst of this fleeting existence, a specter of happiness lingers, entwined with the impending darkness.

“You should’ve left for work by now.” I said in an assertive tone.

Silence. That is what my words were met with. Although the silence was deafening, so much was understood. Red flashes and Alerts went off in my head alerting me that she was as conflicted as me. Suspicion rose but Shuri is smarter than that. I know this woman from cover to cover. I have studied her in every way possible, she's stronger than me in some ways while I severely outrank her in others. Whenever she gets a new target, she learns everything about them but has she ever been in a predicament where she already knows her target better than anyone else? More importantly, what would she do if placed in that predicament? I turned slightly, now laying on my back, so I could look God herself in the face. She held onto me without issue but when I looked at her, her gaze remained on the cracked glass. Studying her features, she is just as conflicted as me. For a moment, I imagined following through with my assignment, taking away the one I love. Her heart that I have studied for years listening to every beat as a lullaby just… stopping. It’s almost as if I cursed God because for a moment I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t feel it. My gift was taken from me in an instant. Her heart stopped beating. My heart stopped beating. She finally looked down at me and looked over my stoic face and features, hiding every emotion swimming behind my facade. She spoke so gently that if I breathed, I would’ve missed it.

“Bast, you’re so beautiful” Shuri spoke before leaning down slowly to kiss me with a ferocity that shocked my conflicted heart back to life. Every scarce moment our lips parted, we breathed life into one another. How could I kill my lifeline? My own personal anecdote to any pain I experience in this dangerous world. Our lips separated abruptly when Shuri’s hand found its idle place around my neck, squeezing tightly for a moment causing me to gasp while her lips curled upwards in an appeased and fascinated way. Our eyes found one another like magnets, both of us trying to break down the walls behind our dark irises. For a moment, I see a replay of our life through her. Much like the cracked glass in the window to our left, we both have a broken look that desperately wishes for repair. I saw it in that moment, our makeshift wedding that to everyone may have looked like a hot mess but for us… for us it was everything. The old record player was stuck on one song that played over and over again and for the whole night, Shuri and I danced to it as if it was the first time it played. Everyone eventually left but Shuri and I stayed and danced slowly, our foreheads pressed against one another, one of my arms around her tall frame while the other found her hand and interlocked our fingers. Her arm and hand placements mirrored mine with her arm around my waist, resting her hand on the small of my back. She occasionally lifted her head from its meeting with mine to kiss my forehead and whisper promises of tomorrow that neither of us kept. In her eyes I see the fountain she proposed to me by. I see the hearts of two broken kids, molding together to create one heart that beated for them both. Shuri was a giggling mess, watching me throw coins into the fountain to make wishes as she did the same. It was so infectious the way her smile wrapped and the sounds of her blissfully happy by us playing “hookie” with SHIELD, thinking no one knew where we were. I couldn’t help but smile looking at her and asking what was so funny. She looked me in the eyes and for a moment, the world stopped. She walked towards me and grabbed my hands and asked me to spend the rest of my life with her. It was that moment that changed it all for us. That was the moment we became the us we wanted. Looking up from Shuri’s eyes, I see the small wrinkles on her forehead due to the sleepless nights she spends in the lab with her eyebrows furrowed. The same lab she worked upwards a year to create a way to produce our then miracle. The miracle that was stripped away from my body because of one mission that I swore to Shuri I could handle, simply out of spite for trying to bench me. I am one of the most powerful people in the world and I lost everything to the hands of one careless, miserable lowlife. No, that is false. We lost it all to my pride. Shuri attempted to recreate the process but it was no use, the cuts to my abdomen won’t ever allow me to carry a child. Our child. That moment is what made us who we are. Maybe ignorance has always been our bliss. Shuri pulled me out of our memories by caressing my face lightly,

“Tell me usana, what is wrong?” Shuri whispered as if her volume would shatter this picture we are stuck in.

The smile I gave is laced with grief, “Why do you ask questions that you know the answers to?”

She looked down before meeting my gaze again, appearing as if she was trying to chase the confidence to continue on, “You didn’t come downstairs.”

Shuri’s statement disguised itself as a question. What she truly said in her deflection was, “You and I are feeling the same and I couldn’t leave either” but, she’ll never say that.

“Took a day off.” My response was one of true irony. There are no days off as an esteemed assassin.

Shuri chuckled at my response before getting up, removing the warmth between us and allowing the fog that her presence brings my brain to clear up. I know she never got to process in the way she wanted because Shuri never allowed herself to feel genuine grief after her mother passed. She pushes it away and into work. I have no room to judge because I do the same. Shuri turns her grief into pure anger and motivation towards fulfilling every target mission assigned to her. Makes me the perfect target, right?

“SHURI!!” I screamed as I felt my body get lifted off the bed suddenly, Shuri displaying her undeniable strength from the herb as she carried me to the bathroom, sitting me on the illuminated counter.

“Get ready, we have to get to a meeting to discuss The Consortium,” Shuri says before pecking away my obvious pout at being removed from my designated spot for the day, “And don’t get back into that bed.” She said sternly, arms on either side of me as she leveled her gaze with mine.

“Or what exactly?” I responded, crossing my arms with a tiny grin finding its way across my lips.

She smirked slightly, “I’m sure you’d like to know but I promise you don’t want to find out.” She said, getting to my face as I bit my lip, equally moving to close the distance. She stopped suddenly and popped my thigh before retreating and turning towards the door,

“Ngoku!” (Now). Shuri shouted behind her, missing my sharp eye roll. I turned slightly to look at my appearance, almost scared to see what stared back at me. Upon first glance, my hair is unruly and pointing in every possible direction, the bags under my eyes brim a steep purple, and the frown lines are so deep that it appears a smile has never graced my lips. Traveling deeper, the story in my eyes says differently. My eyes bore a dark gaze but swimming past that, you can see the slight golden hue that screams of a time that bliss was all I knew. I hopped off of the counter and did what I do every morning, I slightly raised my shirt viewing the slowly healing reminder of what could have been.

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10:00 AM

Suck it up. Assassins need a day off too.

Being in a place that feels so foreign yet nostalgic is exactly what I am experiencing at headquarters. Yesterday was a normal day until I got that call asking me to end her life. I made my way to Fury’s office after pretending to be interested in paperwork for the mission regarding "The Consortium." While walking, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The anger, confusion, and guilt is making me paranoid. Everyone is staring at me. Everyone knows. No, no one knows and no one is staring but my heart is racing a mile per minute and the palms of my hands are sweating gallons of water, further making me dizzy from the inevitable feeling. I’m scared. Arguably, the greatest assassin in the world is… scared. Fuck that, I am petrified. As I mustered the courage to regain my composure, I knocked twice on Fury’s door to alert I’m coming in regardless of whether he’s busy or not. Opening the door, I felt all color flush from my face and the strings holding my heart together finally gave way, allowing it to plummet to my ass. Shuri’s back was faced to me, hushed toned conversations ceased and Fury deadlocked his gaze onto mine. Without moving any other muscle, Shuri gently turned her neck to the side, still looking at the floor over her right shoulder before slowly moving her eyes up at the wall. Like a machine, she changed in a mere moment to a warm smile, “Did you need something, Usana?”

Oh.My.God.

My Lifeline is trying to Kill me.

How could I be so stupid? Of course if I got the call, so did she.

She used grief to distract me.

My question is answered.

What does Shuri Udaku do when she already knows her target? She makes you believe she doesn’t.

“I had a few questions about the paperwork on my desk and Agent Hill mentioned Fury wanted to see me yesterday.” Everything was moving in slow motion. Shuri simply nodded her head once and then proceeded to turn back towards Fury for a moment before turning her whole body towards me with an expression that could trick a snake into thinking nothing was wrong. Her warm smile only lit the fire further that is burning inside of me, full of pure furry. She walked towards me and kissed my forehead which proceeded to remind me to play dumb for just a moment. I smiled up at her and she matched it back while looking at me with low eyes before she made her exit.

My smile faded away as I stared at the man across the room who is actively trying to make my Wife and I’s recent encounter nothing more than a bittersweet memory given his game of elimination. I opened my mouth ready to let the fire within me burn the very walls of S.H.I.E.L.D to hell.

That’s when it finally clicked.

As quickly as I opened my mouth, I shut it. I could confront Fury and potentially make a bigger mess or I could play along for a bit and figure out where this sudden urge to kill off the best people on his team arose from. For the sake of everything I have worked for, it is surprisingly morbid how I imagined what death would feel like. In the few seconds between my thought process and final choice, I thought about what death would truly feel like? Would it be like a break? A long vacation? Would it be lonely or decorated with all the best moments of my life? Would it be dark and punishing? Would I burn in the eternal fire that some have banished me to from the moment I kissed my now wife? In this moment I let today’s theme of allowing ignorance to be bliss dictate the bold decision I made next.

“There was a letter on my desk about new information concerning The Consortium?” I asked with a stone clad face, shielding me and my true emotions from the likes of him.

“After seeing your wife standing in here suspiciously, that’s your first question is?” Fury eyed me inquisitively with amusement lacing his words.

“ I stated that that was the reason I came in here. Is there something about my wife’s presence in her boss' office that is suspicious to you that you’d like to share?” I spoke with pure absolution. Fury smiled and took a seat. After a few seconds of silence, Fury motioned me to sit across from him.

“What about the letter is confusing Agent Udaku? I’m sure all the need to know information is stated clearly in the document.” Fury was doing this on purpose, he knew what I really wanted to discuss but I know better.

“The document is mostly blacked out. I have top clearance, why is it that I don’t have a copy of the sheet before alterations?” Fury sat back with his arms crossed as his head tilted a bit, studying me and my words.

“I take it your wife hasn’t informed you?” He stopped for a moment sensing the confusion I was displaying through my facial expression, “How she was just made in charge of the case entirely and decides who has clearance to any and all information?”

There it was again. The fire that was beginning to ash out was ignited again with a flamethrower. The hearty laugh from Fury is only furthering the intensity of the flames. He took my silence as his hint to continue talking his shit,

“You really weren’t aware of your own wife’s newest promotion? Well to make it simpler, she’s your boss so take up clearance with her.” Fury stated while sitting up and discarding my presence as he started fumbling through papers on his desk. My thoughts began to drift but soon my focus was brought back by Fury snapping in my face from his seat,

“Y/N? You can go now… if that was all, of course?” He looked at me with the same questioning look he had earlier.

Without a word I stood and began to walk out but before completely exiting, I heard the light laughter coming from Fury but I’m not too fazed, those who laugh now will cry harder later and it is my dying mission to bring Fury to his knees in tears.

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1:20 PM

Lunch. Try not to kill the Wife.

After all was said and done with Fury, I walked back to my desk and thought about everything that was shared with me. Questions flooded me from all directions. Of all things to keep from me, why would Shuri keep her promotion from me? Why would she limit my clearance? Is that what she was guilty about or was it the new target call? Did she get a new target call? If she’s willing to keep something relatively small from me, what else is she hiding from me? Do I still know my wife? Have I ever?

The questions were getting too much and distracting me from rational thinking, so much so that I ended up in front of Shuri’s office door and I hadn’t even realized until the name Udaku and my eyes were a straight line from each other. I raised my hand to knock on the door and lowered it immediately. I closed my eyes and allowed the anger to drive my sweaty hand right back up to the door and knock. A strong enter was heard, moving my hand for me to the doorknob and turning it open. There she was, in all her glory. Sitting at her desk in front of her floor to ceiling windows with the sun glistening on her soft skin. Head low as she sat back in her chair, reading a document. Gold rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, curls perfectly set atop her head, jaw flexing to show its God-like resemblances. Sleeves were rolled up on her silk dress shirt, displaying all her wonderful tattoos, our matching vibranium tattoo, in place of a ring, shun like pure metal in the sun. Her gaze moved up to my eyes as she lowered the paper down.

“So beautiful.” She spoke in a low voice. The irony. I smiled slyly at her comment before moving closer to her and walking around her desk to be on the same side as her. She rolled her chair back a bit to allow me between her and the desk. I moved to sit on the desk in front of her and used my heeled foot to pull her chair closer. She smirked as she neared me, placing the paper on the desk next to me as she placed her hands on my thighs, slowly inching them up and forcefully parting them at the top. My bottom lip that was placed in between my teeth released itself as response to her action, moving to spread into a smile as she stood, now standing between my parted thighs, hands still placed on my thighs, rubbing them as she got closer. Her lips grazed mine as hers spread into a smile matching the sultry one on my face. I moved my arms up to wrap around her neck while my hands found solace in her curls. She moved her hands to trace the line of the underwear under my black dress I should be wearing but to her surprise, there was nothing in the way of her and me. She smiled and finally connected our lips in a hungry kiss. As a false sense of security, I let her believe I was putty in her hands as our tongues began their dance of domination but just as her hand began moving down a bit further, I pulled rather hard at her curls, disconnecting our lips with a line of spit connecting them. Her hand halted its movements but never moved from its comfortable spot.

“Why did you stop me, my love? Hmm? We were getting to the good part.” Shuri stated as her eyes moved down to where her hand was continuing its journey.

“Look at me.” I commanded. Her eyes slowly moved back up to, taking in everything between my eyes and her hand.

“Why did you alter my clearance on The Consortium case?” Shuri’s eyes changed for a moment as her movements halted, millimeters away from my core. She looked down and back up, revealing the same look in her eyes before I said anything. She stood still for a moment before removing her hand and placing it on my thigh, mirroring her other hand. My fingers still locked into her hair as she sighed.

“My love, it was for your own good.” Without even a moment in between, I responded,

“Says who? Fury? I am entirely capable-” She cut me off with a tight squeeze to both of thighs,

“Me.”

“You what?”

“I am the one who decided it, no one else.” I removed my hands from her head and folded them across my chest. Pissed is an understatement.

“After the last mission, you have been lost. You don't even want to talk about-”

“So that’s what it is,” I unfolded my arms and my expression changed, it all makes sense now, “ You are mad at me because I lost it.”

Shuri looked offended at my words as if acid was thrown on an open wound. She moved back, removing her hands and sitting back down in her chair, leaning back. We sat in silence but I needed her to say it.

“Admit it… Say it… SHURI-”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” Silence clouded over us again. After a few moments, Shuri began giggling and then full on laughing. I sat there, staring at her. This went on for a while until she finally looked back up at me with tears in her eyes but they weren’t from laughing.

“Y/N I am not mad at you for losing… I am not mad at you at all. I am mad at myself. I am fighting with the fact that I didn’t see him coming. I am mad at the way I stood there, shocked, as you stared at me when the knife made contact. I am mad at MYSELF for telling myself that you were still pregnant so I could sleep. I am mad at myself for picking out names with you. I am mad at MYSELF because I can’t change what happened, I can’t take away the pain, I can’t give you hope of trying again, I can’t-” Shuri abruptly stopped and wiped the tear cascading down her face.

My face mirrored hers with tears brimming in my eyes, I snorted them away while quickly looking away and wiping my eyes to eliminate the possibility of a tear dropping, revealing the hurt and truths I too struggle with. Shuri stood again and walked back between my thighs, lightly grabbing my face to move my gaze back to hers. My folded arms dropped into my lap as she kissed my wet eyes.

“Baby I can’t give you clearance because I can’t lose you too” Shuri’s eyes bore into mine, dripping her sincerity into my soul. We sat there staring at each other until I reached my arms up and caressed her face with my hands.

“My love, I understand where you are coming from but you can’t decide for me nor keep me from working. Doing this, doing what we do… that’s all I know.” She smiled solemnly at me, bringing our foreheads together as we both closed our teary eyes,

“Losing the ones I love is all I know.”

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5:15 PM

Go Home. Assassins have tough days too.

The ride home was silent other than the soft music playing. Silence seems to be our theme of the day next to the affirmation of “ignorance is bliss.” As Shuri drove, I looked outside at the sky and all the different colors that make the evening beautiful. “Be my Summer” by Snoh Aalegra played softly as Shuri sat manspread at the wheel with one hand on the wheel and the other caressing my hand in her lap. After the interaction in the office, Shuri had a call and I left after placing a kiss on her cheek. The truth is I wanted to promise that I’d never leave her. I wanted to promise that I would never die but making promises like that hold no water. The truth is I don’t know when I’ll depart. I was made for this life and don’t know how to exist outside of it. Shuri and I tried to leave this life and pursue a blissful one and look where that landed us. The truth is, I don’t know if Shuri got that damn call or not but I know that I did. I looked over at Shuri whose mind was somewhere other than here too. God she is so beautiful. How can I ever finish this mission? Killing her would kill me. I took off my seatbelt without looking away from her. This caused her head to turn and her gaze to meet mine. She looked confused as I got on my knees on the seat, moving my hand that is not intertwined with hers to caress her cheek as I leaned in and connected our lips. The kiss was soft and light. She drew circles into my hand, still intertwined with hers as our lips worked unanimously in sync. She pulled away for a moment,

“Griot, enable autopilot mode.” She said as our eyes remained on one another as I rubbed my thumb back and forth on her cheek. “Yes, Panther.”

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