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darkrpfinder · 5 months

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🕊️ hello! 28 she/her, looking for an rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:

noncon, degradation, dirty talk (filthier the better), legal age gaps, cheating/blackmail, omegaverse, horror, enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, object insertion, cnc/dub con, daddy kinks, breeding, bdsm

hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder

i'm open to mxm, mxf, and fxf ships, with a strong preference to playing characters who are bottoms/submissives. i'm open to both fandom and original universe roleplays, with some of my favorite genres being fantasy, crime, supernatural, and historical (french revolution, victorian, ancient eras (vikings, ancient greek, etc.) being some of my favorite).

fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):

ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)

eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)

kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)

eros x psyche (greek mythology)

dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)

thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)

achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)

misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us

plots i'd love to do:

your character is a wealthy patron of the parisian opera, who has elected to sponsor a soloist of the parisian opera. are they wealthy? are they secretly a criminal mastermind? either way, she's indebted to do whatever he wants

your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase

vague ideas that i'd love to explore but can't think of a specific plot for: a/b/o verse anything (i'd would love to play an omega character, especially for an mxf or fxf plot), plots involving the hunger games (perhaps two former victors, or a victor and a capitol citizen), anything involving the assassin's creed fandom (perhaps a templar/assassin ship?), enemies to lovers, anything with criminal characters, etc.

faces i love using: cindy mello, lorena rae, ashley moore, archie renaux, golshifteh farahani, christina nadin, rachel zegler, chantel jeffries, kelly gale, madison beer, braydee cardinal, yovanna ventura, holly lim, shonali singh, josie canseco, madelyn cline, savio de chiara, grace van dien, rocio crusset

faces i love playing against: barry keoghan, stephen james, winston duke, florian montaneau, giuseppe maggio, patrick gibson, theo james, dev patel, andy biersack, richard madden, max irons, reece king, ben dahlhaus, folkwin wolfspeer, cillian murphy, jack o'connell, post malone, dichen lachman, sydney sweeney, honestly any and all faces i'm open to.

i range from large posts to small posts, and would love to do this via discord. maybe even make a server for us to write in! please like this post and i'll reach out. (sorry this is so long, i've never written one of these before and thought to cover as many bases as possible).

#arcane rp #marvel rp #omegaverse rp #stranger things rp #the illiad rp #hunger games rp #the grisha universe rp #acotar rp #star wars rp #the last of us rp #assassin's creed rp #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun

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prpfs · 5 months

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🕊️ ♡ hello! 28 she/her, looking for a discord rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot, but i'm also trying to do other stuff). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:

hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder

fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):

ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)

eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)

kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)

eros x psyche (greek mythology)

dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)

thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)

achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)

misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us

plots i'd love to do:

your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

#arcane rp #league of legends rp #marvel rp #stranger things rp #greek myth rp #the illiad rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Brown Sugah Baby: Ch. 8

Note: Hey ya’ll its ya girl Livvy here, with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! This is just a filler chapter, not really that important but it kinda is because it leads to the mess of chapter 9. You don’t have to read it but it’s greatly appreciated!!! If ya wanna be tagged let me know!

Warnings: none, expect hinting of dirty acts

Word count: 1.5K

Taglist: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @doublesidedscoobysnacks || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic

The morning after only meant one thing for Nefe and M’Baku. They had to head back to campus but they didn’t want to get up. He was so warm to her and she was just like he imagined. Her skin was smooth like chocolate; her curves were dangerous, her smile was to die for and her whole personality was alluring.

M’Baku was everything and more that Nefe needed. He was ambitious; his voice could stop a crowd in their tracks, his demeanor was commanding, his body was magnificent and his whole being was just comforting. These two were meant for each other and no one could tear them apart.

“My queen. We have to get up.” He whispered in her ear, causing her body to hum in need. Nefe couldn’t fathom how he would do so little, to make her body feel warm. Cranking one eye open, she glanced up at him softly with a sleepy smile.

“Mmm. My king.” She hummed in bliss, turning over in heavy duvet that hid part of of ample breasts as she sat up to kiss him lightly.

“Do we have to leave New Orleans? We could just stay here and not go back to Shreveport. No school...no classes...no Melanie...no Sean..” the way she spoke, upon placing kisses all on his face, caused him to smile happily.

“Yes we do. Our friends are waiting for us to be back. Besides we have the rest of the week to, consummate the relationship.” The kiss he gave her was breathtaking, it shook her very core. Awakening her inner lioness to pounce on him.

“We’ll arrive late if you keep this up, my love. We’ll miss the pep rally.”

“Ugh fine.” Getting up from her spot, she sashayed to the bathroom to get ready.

“I love you!”

“I know!”

-Back at the school-

The drive back seemed to drag on but the vibe stayed the same, as it did when they arrived.

Upon unloading the car, Nefe was notified by the girls about a sleepover in her dorm. A major redo of the previous weekend.

“Looks like the girls want to catch up with me.” Nefe replies with a swiftness, M’Baku smirked.

“Funny. The boys want me to meet them at the quad, for guys night.” Once he showed the text, she knew what both groups had planned.

“They want us to talk about our trip. Creative bastards. Well love, I’ll see you in the morning.” Placing a kiss on his sweet lips, he held her close and it caused her to giggle.

“You’re so tempting, it’s intoxicating. But we have to meet them or they’ll chew us both out.” He proclaimed and she groaned in frustration.

“Alright, alright. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

-moments later: Nefe’s POV-

“You mean to tell me, you went all the way with M’Baku and you managed to get up?” Nakia couldn’t believe it. My whole girl gang, couldn’t fathom that I actually got to spend time with M’Baku, without Melanie messing it up.

“Girl it was everything. The rhythm; the vibes, the jazz, the food, his body on mine. Mine on his. Just pure poetry in motion.” I couldn’t describe it any other way. He really was an amazing man and I enjoyed the weekend we spent together.

“He put it down huh? Damn I knew you needed it and deserved every minute of it.” With the clink of our glasses, Okoye gave me a short wink.

“So when’s the wedding?” Nattie Joked a bit, causing a light chuckle to escape from my full lips. I chucked a pillow at her before going to my vanity.

It was getting late and I was needing to get ready for bed. My phone had been vibrating for a good minuet till I answered it.

‘College weekend and prank week is coming soon. Guess who's coming to visit?!’ Love the siblings!’ I received a text from the group chat we formed before I had left for school. Keeping in touch with them was what we had made sure to do first and foremost.

“Holy shit, It is college visit weekend. Plus prank week, oh I can use my siblings for this.” A sinister grin grew on my face at an evil plot forming in my head.

“Uh oh. She’s got that vindictive gleam in her eye. Something's up.” Nattie chimes in with a curious smile.

“Something is afoot, ladies. My siblings are doing a college visit this week, along with the prank of the semester before spring break. Wanna help?” I grabbed my five star notebook and my best mechanical pencil.

“Prank week you say? Oh this outta be good. I know just the targets.” This time Okoye has a sinister look on her face. This was going to be good.

-M’Baku’s POV-

“My dude. How was the trip? We know it was good because the curves on Nefe-” Erik was about to go on a tangent, full of Hennessy in his system, till I gave him that look for him to stop while he was ahead.

“I’ll tell you, if you keep your mouth shut”

“Deal.” Erik day next to T’Challa who’s just got done texting Nattie.

“I heard y’all had more fun than you originally planned” T’Challa chimed in, taking a taking out of his burger.

Settling down with the boys, I had to think back to the nights Nefe and I didn’t even wanna leave the room. It felt like it was our honeymoon. If only we can get to that part, because I can’t see myself being with anyone else but Nefe.

“Man, it was great. Just, everything I expected to come out of the trip. We talked all night, did what grown folks do and it just made my year to finally get some time with her.” Many men wouldn’t express their feelings like this, but Nefertiti makes me feel different and free. Great Hanuman I am in love with this woman.

“I’d say you’re in love bro, welcome to the club.” With an encouraging shoulder tap from Erik, I gave him a gentle smile and nodded in triumph.

“The great gorilla has found his Queen after all. Or has she been there this whole time?” T’Challa asked.

“She’s always been there. I was just too blind to see it.” T’Challa had his moments where he had wise word aid wisdom, along with tacky misunderstandings but that made him human.

I was truly blinded by the fact that I never saw Nefe more than a friend. The moment Sean, and Melanie, came into our live was when we both realized that we needed each other.

As my phone went off, to break the silence, I noticed the picture and became excited once more.

“Little brother. What brings you to calling me?” I answered the phone and the boys got excited themselves.

Zaire had a good standing friendship with T’Challa and Erik back in Wakanda. He was well mannered and structured but didn’t want to the throne, so he’s my financial adviser did when I take the throne.

“Well big brother, Aliyah and I are coming down to Louisiana for college visit. She mentioned something about prank week as well. We’ll be there sometime this week.” The tone in his voice was chipper and full of excitement. Spending time with my siblings was what I’ve been missing lately and I couldn’t wait for it.

“Sounds good to me. Oh and for prank week, I know just what I have in mind for you both.” The smirk that etched my face, made Erik and T’Challa do the same.

-Melanie’s POV-

Just as I was about to go welcome M’Baku back home, I noticed the smell of Chanel No.5 in the air and it was Nefe being back too. I was hoping he’d left her in the swamps.

Out of disgust, I continued my path towards M’Baku’s room, knocking gently.

“Hey- oh hell nah. M’Baku, you got company.” Erik rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway, watching like a hawk. Why couldn’t he just mind his own business?

“Can we talk? In private?” I eyed Erik down with a snarl, he shrugged.

“Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them.” M’Baku arched a brow and it made me even more annoyed.

“Whatever. Anyway I just wanted to welcome you back, and take you out tomorrow night. As a welcome home gift.” Tracing my finger down his chest, he grabbed it and shoved me off. Well that’s a new one, no one's ever denied me before.

“I can’t. I already have plans with my girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve met her? Have a nice night Melanie. Boys I’ll see you later as well.” Waving us all off, he went back inside his room, leaving me there. I watched as his two best friends walked away, further down the hall.

“She has nothing on me. I am the queen and two can play that game.” Stomping off back towards my dorm hall, I had a plan forming in motion. Prank week is gonna be one hell of a ride.

#mbaku fanfiction #mbaku x nefertiti #brown sugah baby #nefertiti adisa #winston duke x oc #winston duke #amara la negra

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lilhawkeye3 · 3 years

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Black Coffee & Sugary Sweets - Part 1

Paz Vizsla x OFC (Bri)

Rating: T |||| Word Count: ~800 |||| The Mandalorian Café Modern AU |||| Masterlist

A gift for @maybege 💕

Summary: A construction worker walks into a cozy café one morning...

A/N: I picture Paz as Winston Duke, and I describe him with those characteristics. Totally fine if you picture a different fancast, but please don’t be surprised if I use certain terms that apply more to Duke than to other fancasts.

[hi I couldn’t wait to post this so here we are! I’m thinking five parts, some long and some short, but hopefully you’ll enjoy them! It’s just a lot of fluff. This fic will remain T. The gif is a place holder until I find something more fitting haha]

“Hiya, Bri!”

Bri smiles widely at the tall woman who’s stepped away from the register to watch her mix drinks over the counter. Brunette hair neatly in a bun, designer sunglasses, freckles dotting her nose: this is Andrea, and her coffee mix is the one currently being heated up.

“Good morning, Andrea! I got your usual just about ready to go,” Bri replies cheerfully. Andrea is some sort of executive in one of the buildings just down the block and never misses a morning stop in for coffee. Bri’s always in awe of her business attire: she manages to make professional outfits look so effortless. Meanwhile, Bri isn’t sure if she even owns a set of jeans without a dash of paint on them.

“Always on time, you are,” Andrea teases before briefly glancing down to where her phone buzzes in her hand. There’s always something urgent claiming her attention in the morning and having her hustle off to work, something that’s easy to empathize with in the routine chaos of the cafe. Bri simply pours the now-ready drink into the refillable thermos Andrea had set on the bar, seals it up tight, and slides it back her way with a wave before moving onto the next order. Andrea calls a farewell over her shoulder as she leaves, but it’s lost in the growing chatter of the other patrons in the shop.

She’s working on the next pair of orders– Tom: frappuccino with whipped cream and Gabby: chai tea with two espresso shots– when Max calls her over to the register. Her curiosity is piqued: Max is one of her fellow seasoned employees and almost never needs help with a customer, unless… could there truly be a newbie, this early on a Wednesday?

Bri finishes the two drinks in a timely manner and sets them on the counter and calls out the names she’d scrawled on the sides as she turns to help her friend. Max gestures his hand under the counter towards the register, and she turns eagerly to see who’s order she’ll be adding to her mental list next–

Oh. It’s him. The very reason she’d been staring out the window all morning!

He’s tall and broad, flannel shirt buttoned tight across his chest (part of her wonders how the buttons haven’t popped off yet) and covered by a worn leather jacket to account for the morning chill. His hair is covered by a navy blue ball cap, but his dark eyes observe her curiously from underneath the brim as she gazes up at him. Something in her expression– or maybe it’s just her face?-- seems to take him by surprise, and his stare darts towards the floor while he awkwardly shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Oh, you came in the other day at lunch!” Bri declares, more for Max’s benefit than her own. “Sorry, I haven’t had a chance to learn your name and order yet, otherwise Max would’ve sent you right along.”

“S’fine,” the man assures them both, tilting his head back up again. From the angle, she can tell he’s reading from the menu that hangs above the bar.

Max seems to take pity on his indecision. “Don’t mind the menu: just tell Bri whatever it is you like, and she’ll make it! She’s the best barista here.”

She does have time to do more than grip Max’s wrist in silent thanks before the man returns his attention to her, tips his head slightly to the side, and speaks up in his low, rumbling voice. “Just a black coffee is fine. Large, please.”

Simple, polite, and straight to the point. She’ll take it.

“Got it!” She hustles off to fill his order, and since she saw Mr. Trant in line behind him, she starts on his regular tea blend as well. The new man finishes paying with Max and then moves off towards her side of the bar, hovering quietly while he watches her work. She doesn’t mind his presence; most of the customers remain nearby if they’re waiting for a to-go order.

When his coffee is ready, Bri doesn’t set it on the counter. Instead, she holds it up and raises an eyebrow in question, beckoning him closer. Their fingers just brush against each other as she hands him the large disposable cup over the divider, and she tries to hide the butterflies that take flight in her stomach with a friendly smile.

“You never did give me your name, y’know. How else will I remember your order for next time?” She teases.

His eyes widen and he looks ready to bolt, if Mr. Trant hadn’t overheard from where he stood and sighed loudly.

“Just tell her your name, son. She knows us all around here!”

The man glances between Mr. Trant and Bri incredulously for a moment before he offers her a shy quirk of his lips in return. “It’s Paz. Thank you, miss.”

Bri waves. “Nice to meet you! I hope you have a good day–” and because she knows Mr. Trant only has so much patience for such frivolous behavior, she quickly passes over his order as well, “--and it’s all ready for you to go too, Mr. Trant.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she spies Paz at the coffee station, dumping a packet of sugar into his opened black coffee. Three empty packets already lay discarded next to his cup, before he sweeps them all into the receptacle.

Paz: black coffee and an unhealthy amount of sugar. She won’t be forgetting him.

~~~~~

When she proclaims his order as such the next morning as he waits hesitantly from his spot over the counter, Paz unwittingly grants her a full grin. It’s like the sun coming out for the first time after a long winter, and Bri can’t wait to draw another one out of him.

#paz vizsla x oc #Paz Vizsla #the mandalorian #modern au #café au #star wars #fanfiction #heavy infantry mandalorian #Winston Duke #construction worker!Paz #fluff

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asphalt-cocktail · 5 years

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Winston Duke for Esquire

📸: Carlos Serrao

OP: twitter @/alilmayo

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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“Best Baba Ever”

~So, in honor of Father’s Day, this is a one-shot of M’Baku the BaBa. I rarely see any work on M’Baku as a daddy so here it is.

WARNING: Extreme Fluff and some tear jerkers

PAIRING: M’Baku X Black Plus Size Reader

It was cooling Summer’s morning when the Great Lord, M’Baku, was in a deep slumber. He lied in the double king sized bed enjoying his well-deserved sleep when the quiet pitter patter across the floorboard eased into his dream. A tug of his finger got his eyes to flutter to a blurred silhouette. Once his vision was back, he grinned a gap tooth smile at his middle child, Amahra; the three-year-old angel that had his wrapped around his finger. Her oversized brown eyes and set of huge afro puffs was perfect to her cocoa skin, like her father’s. “Good mawning, BaBa. Did you sleep well”, she asked as she climbs onto the matress. He brought her to his chest and said “indeed, I did. And you? How did my princess sleep?”

“Good. Happy baba’s day”, she kissed his cheek and he said “awe, thank you, my dear. She smiled up at him with her little teeth and he did the same like her, eyes shut and all. “Mama is downstaiws. She has a surpwise for you but I am not ‘posed to say anyting”, she said moving as he chuckled. “Ah then I will pretend to be shocked then, yes?” She nodded and ran to the bathroom. “Come, BaBa. You have to get weady” she said running back to grab his hand and making him get out of bed. He sat her on the counter once he started to brush his teeth. “So, I am guessing your oldest brother and youngest are helping as well, yes’ he asked once he spat and started to wash his face. She shook her head while covering a giggle and he slowly put his face to her and started to make gorilla noises making her laugh more. “Siwy, baba” she said still laughing. He picked her up and they made their way down the hall.”

You were in the kitchen making a huge king’s breakfast with your oldest son who was also six years old. “Monte, is all the pineapple cut,” you asked him as he sat in the chair cutting. “Yes, mama. So, is the bananas, melon, apple and kiwi.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and messily tussled his dreads. “That’s my little lord. Okay, help me set this table to please”, you asked and he happily obliged. He placed four plates, cups, and all silverware as you placed the food on the huge table. Your newborn baby boy, Mustafa, was wrapped in a cloth that Queen Mother gifted you so he can be cuddled into your chest.

“Ah, my family is all here,” M’Baku said with his little girl’s legs around his waist. You looked at him as your eldest ran up to him with open arms. “Happy BaBa’s Day.” Monte wrapped his arms around his father’s leg and M’Baku chuckled. He picked him and said “thank you, my son”; Monte kissed his cheek and M’Baku did the same. You leaned against the counter watching them all together. It warmed your heart that you were able to give and have the family that you two always dreamt of. He continued to hold the children as he made his way to the table where you stood. “Happy Father’s Day, my Lord,” you said and he replied “thank you, my Lady”, with a kiss to your lips.

“What do we have here? Hm, vegan bacon & sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, pancakes and waffles, toast and a nice fruit salad with juice and coffee. Well, what would you all eat”, he asked and heard the kids say “baba, you have to share”; he roared with laughter. He sat the children in their seats as you fed the new baby and yourself. He held your hand as you all ate and after breakfast, you all sat together outside to enjoy the fresh air. The kids played in the green meadow as you two sat with Mustafa watching them. “That was a nice surprise. Thank you, my love.” You two kissed but you said, “that was not the surprise.”

“It wasn’t”, he asked with a brow rose up. “You giggled and said “children. It’s time.” The kids ran in the house as you watched and they handed him a leather-wrapped item. “Hm, seems heavy,” he said before unwrapping it and once he did, his lips were parted and his heart felt like it was rapidly breathing. It was a piece of mahogany wood with a carving which said “Wuv you, baba. You r de best baba ever. Love Amahra, Monte and Mustafa.” He held it in his lap as he covered his mouth speechless with one tear dropping. You rubbed the back of his neck and looked up to you then to the children who stood in front waiting for his response. “The kids wrote the message on paper and I engraved into the piece,” you said still waiting. “It’s amazing. Thank you, my family” he said through a few more tears. Amahra wiped his tears and sat between you two while Monte sat on his left. “I love you all so much” he placed a kiss on everyone’s head; first with Monte, Amahra, Mustafa and yourself.

You all spent more time together especially after dinner and before everyone went to bed. He placed Mustafa in his crib in your shared bedroom and looked back at you, sleeping. He hung the new piece to the wall and lied in bed, snuggling up to you. “Best day ever.”

I hope you all enjoyed. Please let me know if I would like to see more M’BaBa work done.

𝒯𝒜𝒢𝒢𝐸𝒟 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸𝒮

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#M'Baku #m'baku x reader #m'baku x oc #erik killmonger #erik stevens #winston duke #bp fandom #black panther #jabari tribe #love #family #one shot #artisticesthetic #m'baba #daddy baku

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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What You Deserve

Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Lemon? In other words, SMUT. :) I feel like some of my dialogue is too explicit, but I think I'm overreacting. Cause that's what I do best, overreact.. Enjoy!

Lightning striked across the dimmed sky once again, brightening up the otherwise dark living room. Rain hit against the house in a calming yet steady beat and drummed lightly against the windows. Sitting up from the couch, you turned off the television and tossed the remote into the coffee table before you. Standing with a stretch that reached towards the sky.

Three raps against the front door pulled you from your thoughts. Leaning onto the soft couch, you looked into the driveway to see a familiar truck parked behind your car. With a furrow of your brow, you hurried to the front door. A smile tainted your lips as you opened the door to his large stature.

"It's a little wet out there, huh.." You teased, looking at a soaked Winston. He smiled, giving a playful eye roll as you let him in. "Why are you out in the rain?" The giggle left your lips as he slipped out of his shoes. To prevent tracking wet footprints through your house.

The peach colored material of his shirt clung to his body, showing its definition. Pants only getting a taste of the rain. His beard dripped onto his shirt, adding to its moisture. "I can't come see my baby?" He caught your wrist, smirking as he eased you towards him.

"Unh uh, playboy.." Your hands rested against his wet chest as you laughed. "You not getting me wet."

He laughed at that, nodding as he mumbled 'aight, I see how it is'. Stepping back, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt before lifting it. You nibbled on your bottom lip, watching the movement of his muscles. "Slow it down for me, baby."

He obeyed your wish, taking his time to slip off his shirt. Revealing a smile to you once he'd pulled it off. "You just wanted me shirtless.." Wiping his face, he pulled you to him by your waist. "..sneaky ass." You moaned as he smacked your ass, groping one of your cheeks.

"Can you blame me?" Looking up at him through your lashes, you purred softly. Nails grazing his stomach. "I have you all to myself, and I can't seem to get enough."

He growled as he picked you up with ease, dropping his shirt to the welcome mat below. "You think you can handle more?" Both his hands palmed your backside as he carried you to the couch. Moving through the dark with ease since he'd been there so many times.

"You're real cute, Winny.." Your fingertips massaged his beard, pulling him towards you gently. "You think you stand a chance, huh?" Pecking his lips, you grinned to tease him.

He captured your lips, deepening the kiss as he eased your shorts and panties down. With the help of you lifting your hips. Without looking, he tossed the articles of clothing aside. "You must need a reminder of who I am, baby.."

You moaned softly as he brushed a thumb over your clit. His thumb becoming coated with your arousal. "Because if my memory is correct, the last time you challenged me on my stamina.." He brought his thumb up to his lips, tasting your sweetness. "..I had you trembling beneath me and this sweet little pussy couldn't stop wetting me up."

Propping yourself on your elbows, you watched him as he kissed along your stomach. His soft lips pressing two kisses to your little fupa. He opened your thighs, pressing kisses to the back of them as well until he came face to face with his favorite fruit. "Look at this shit right here.." A growl pushed from his throat, making you bite your lip.

Opening your plump folds, he mumbled to himself with a small smile. Something along the lines of 'Im about to fuck you up'.

Your gasp filled the air as he began his devouring. Lapping up your sweet nectar with desire. His suctioned kisses sparked ecstasy through you, a distraction as his fingers fumbled with your nipples beneath the tank top you wore. Rolling the erect buds gently between his fingers.

You hissed a curse, resting a leg over his shoulder. "There you go, baby. Do yo thangg.." Grinding your hips to the rhythm he'd created as he replied a teasing 'do my thang?'. Letting your back fall back against the couch, he released your nipples from their sweet torture. "Do yo thangg."

Rubbing a hand over his short coils, your nails massaged his scalp. Evoking a growl as he removed his hands from your breasts, smoothing them both down your sides. He rested his arm over your lower stomach, holding you down from squirming. "Lemme hear those pretty moans of yours.." Two of his fingers slipped into you, finding your spot with ease. As if he'd memorized its location.

"Oh Goddd.." You groaned, arching from the cushions as you came. The man learned all your weaknesses. He chuckled at your outburst, pressing a kiss to your thigh before trailing them back towards your full lips.

"Baby girl, you should know better by now.." He smirked, brushing his lips against your jaw. You felt him pulling himself free, though you couldn't see him doing so. His dark orbs holding yours captive. "..he can't save you from me."

Your lips parted as he massaged his tip against your clit, slow with a few gentle taps. "But you know that.." He pressed a few kisses under your chin as he eased into you, exhaling at the feel of you hugging him. "..don't you?"

Your hands went to his biceps, holding him as you mumbled under your breath. Repeated 'fuck you, Winston's. He started a slow grind, rolling his hips into you. "I love you too, baby.."

His lips caught yours with a few pecks before he chuckled. Letting you get a taste of you from his tongue. You tightened around him, making his hips jerk. He released you from his kisses to stop his stroking. Smirking as you sent him a playful wink. "Keep playing with me.."

You smirked as you rubbed a hand along his body, looking up at him. "And if I do?"

"I need to make you a believer, huh.." He moved you closer to him by your hips before pushing your knees towards your chest. Opening you up to him more. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he began fucking you slowly. The wet sounds of your sex and the soft moans you released made him growl. He pushed a bit deeper, allowing you to rest your hand on his stomach. Just above his navel.

You moaned out, eyes rolling at the slow stretch. "You and this damn voodoo dick. I swear.." Looking down at what had Winston memorized, you bit your lip. Your gloss coated parts of your inner thighs as well as his length, making the vein that ran along his thickness prominent.

He smiled, resting both his hands at either side of your head. Delivering sudden strokes that danced with your soul. "Isn't this what we needed? What you wanted? What you deserve?"

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yaachtynoboat711 · 5 years

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The Plus One

A/N: Allow me to break once more from Fonder to give you all this Oscar fic mini-series (literally two, maybe three chapters). Here’s all the fluff your hearts can handle before I resume with Chapter 7 and 8.1 I know it’s late, but this is for @sonofnjobu ’s WIP FF. I had wisdom teeth taken out last week so I was out of action. This fic is very descriptive and interactive, so please, enjoy!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): FLUFF, possibly some errors/typos

Sunday mornings— the days of rest and recreation for you and your fiancée Winston. Lately, the two of you would spend half the day planning the wedding with you all’s planner. Sometimes, you and Winston would maybe get up before 10, no later than 11 to lounge around. Yet, this Sunday morning wasn’t like any other Sunday. No ma’am: this Sunday was filled with the preparation and the attendance of the 91st Academy Awards in Los Angeles! You’d been in LA since the week of your Jimmy Kimmel interview for further wedding planning, final Oscar-related consultations, and just a well-needed breather.

Within the past few months, you’d been working on Maryland’s suit lawsuit against the Trump administration. While in California, you’d met with the lawyers responsible for the state’s lawsuit. You and your partners hit the ground running after Christmas break and basically moved into the firm during the government shutdown and the weeks following. Around this time last year, you were face-first in your cases. You’d be damned if you would once again miss the opportunity to be Winston’s plus one for the awards ceremony due to work.

Your phone’s alarm began sounding off at 9:45 a.m. You decided to turn in the night before while Winston attended Common’s pre-Oscar party. It must’ve been Opposite Day. It would be you going out and Winston stayed in. Usually, you’d be snuggled up in your man’s arms sleeping. Instead, you were on your stomach, head to the side and resting on top of your hands. Dead to the world. You did,however, match Wins’ fly and slept in a new gold megabonnet to match his velvet durag (you’d bought him 10-15 new durags for Valentine’s Day). By the time your eyes reluctantly opened, you noticed that he was gone. Before you could curl your lip and whimper, you picked up your phone to find Wins’ text to start you off for the day.

You sat up on your elbows and smiled at the sight of the two white waffle bathrobes staring at you. The longer robe read “Duke” in crimson stitching, while the other read “Abdullah-Duke” in blue stitching. When you got out of bed, you caressed and carefully observed your robe. Baby boy ain’t skimpin’ on the quality of these robes. Ol’ extra ass. You quickly went into the shower, waterproof speaker in hand. From City Girls to Megan Thee Stallion to Kurt Carr and to Broadway soundtracks, your 25-minute shower performance was one for the books. Once you’d finished showering and doing your Oscars skincare routine, you went back into the bedroom to find Winston stretched out on the bed, his gapped grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Well, good morning, Mama Bear. That was one helluva performance you put on in there.” He looked you up and down like you were the last oxtail, slowly licking his top lip. “I see somebody likes their new robe.”, Winston complimented as he watched you walk towards him. He re-adjusted his stance so you could straddle his lap.

“Good morning to you,too, Daddy Bear. I don’t like it at all—I love it.”, you said in the crook of his neck as you kissed it repeatedly.

“You ready for today?”

You paused, going through the day’s mental Rolodex of events. “Of course—we’ll be together. You’ve been on an Oscars red carpet, I haven’t. Guide me. Show me your ways, Master Duke.”, you said dramatically. Winston’s deep, almost maniacal laughter sounded in your ear. He stared into your light brown eyes and smiled. Kissing your fivehead, he said, “You’re so dramatic. Of course. I’m excited for tonight...like very excited.” He kissed your ring and then your lips. You cheesed like the spoiled princess you knew you were. The two of you continued to cuddle, which eventually led to your lips finding their way onto his. Just as his curious hand ventured underneath your robe, there was a knock on the hotel suite door. Your head fell back in frustration and you reluctantly got out of Winston’s lap and smoothed your robe out as you walked to the door.

Winston whistled. “I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave.” He tucked his lip under his top row of teeth.

“Shut yo corny ass up...Gabe.” Your face twisted and you placed an emphatic but playful tone on “Gabe” before sticking your tongue out. You looked through the peephole and opened the door for your assistant Jacqui, your wig stylist Maya Elise, and your makeup artist Alicia (your usual glam artist Justin was out of the country. It was time.

Not long after your glam squad arrived, Winston’s team came trickling in. The last-minute decision to get a two-bedroom suite instead of one was paying off. You and Winston broke off into different rooms and began your transformations.

Two hours and a whole Gillette advertisement later, you were reunited with your big head for lunch. When you emerged from the room, you were taken aback to see your fiance sporting an immaculate low fade. His beard was trimmed just right, enough to know it’d been flourishing in its growth. Ahh, my favorite seat looks like a meal for real. He stood feet from you in his white robe, giving you one of those looks.

As if on cue, your twin sister Farrah knocked on the door.

“Li, I’m so sorry. The one time I try to work on something last-minute, I’m almost an hour late. Where’s your room?”, Farrah said as she tried to catch her breath. She was holding your dress in her signature purple garment bag across her arms.

“ Rah! It’s okay, Boop. First off, slow down. Secondly, I’m over here.”, you pointed your fan behind you indicating where to put the dress. You excused yourself and returned to your room.

Farrah was an up and coming size-inclusive fashion designer and most importantly, your fraternal twin sister. You and Farrah were on completely different ends of the same spectrum. Growing up, you were often fighting her bullies on her behalf because she was a pacifist to the core; a terribly sensitive and somewhat reserved Cancer. She graduated from the same high school as you at 16, two years after you did. She graduated with her BFA in Fashion from North Carolina A&T, where she’d met her would-be husband and star Defensive Lineman for the Philadelphia Eagles, Braxton King. Professionally, She went by Issa Jenae, her two middle names. Though she and her family had just moved to Philadelphia from Boston, she spent most of her time in LA and New York. Nearly 85% of your dresses were designed by your sister. So, naturally, she was elated to design your Oscars dress.

Your sister was hanging the garment bag up on the closet door when you got back in. You were anxious to see the dress, as you had no idea what it was going to look like. When she asked you what you had in mind, you replied that you wanted something that was “subtly Wakandan”. With the help of Black Panther’s costume designer and Oscar nominee Ruth E. Carter, Farrah was able to make your wish shake. One of the advantages of having your twin sister design your dresses was that she’d knew you better than any other designer could. Your off-shoulder gown was fittingly inspired by the Jabari tribe with the purple and gold-threaded triangular pattern on the exterior and the gorgeous interior satin royal purple lining. The slit on the right side showed just enough of your thigh tat. Like the other dresses she’d made for you, it was customary for Farrah to hand-sew an insult of some sorts somewhere into the dress. Today’s insult: whore, sewn into the left side of the slit’s opening.

Being that it was one of the many inside jokes you two shared, you searched tirelessly for the insult. When you finally discovered it, you let out the ugliest sound as began laughing. “Bitch, you play too fuckin’ much. Whore? Really?”, you commented as you began unzipping the dress.

“Why not? I wasn’t the one sleepin’ with half of Black Hollywood, now was I?” You stared at her in pure disbelief. That raggedy bitch just airing your dirty laundry out there, but if the roles were reversed, she’d call your umi with the quickness. She was the true Cancer. “Exactly. I rest my case. Now go change, whore.”

You muttered some dirty words and passive aggressive wishes under your breath as you carefully slipped into your dress. Farrah zipped you up and spun you around to get a better look at her masterpiece of a dress. With your wig on and your shoes and accessories still needing to be put on, your transformation was almost complete.

You toyed with the idea of what kind of accessories you’d wear for tonight’s activities. Simplicity won you over for your picks. You wore three necklaces: a choker-like gold bar with “Khalida” written in Arabic, your everyday rose gold “K”, and your gold zodiac pendant. In addition to your 2nd engagement ring, a local Black jeweler allowed you to wear their oversized black fleur-de-lis cocktail ring (it was Mardi Gras season, after all) for the awards ceremony. In an unusual twist, you decided to wear a bracelet. This bracelet wasn’t just any other bracelet—it was a gold bracelet shaped as scissors (a shameless Us plug for your fiancé).To finish the look, you wore your cowrie shell and gold link anklets. You were ready to fuck that carpet up.

Once Maya-Elise finally laid the baby hairs on your half-up half-down Yaki blowout wig, you walked out of the pits of hair hell one last time. For the first time in history, you were ready before Winston. This never happened. Like...ever. Instead of seeing Winston, you were, however, greeted by your bonus family sitting in the living area of the suite.

“My daughter! Has Winston seen you yet?!”, Mama Cora remarked as you twirled for her.

“No, Coco, because for the first time ever, I’m the first one ready. You know this never happens. Wait—he didn’t dip, did he?”, you asked as you tried to peak at his door.

“Of course not! He wouldn’t ditch the most beautiful woman in Hollywood—not in his right mind,at least. I’d actually have to rough him up.”, Cindy joked.

You and Jacqui walked out to the suite’s main balcony take pictures for the ‘Gram. Six Vogue-worthy pictures later, Jacqui uploaded the photo set with “Dark-haired YAAncé” as the caption. You walked back into the suite to see a handsome thick figure with his back towards you. Winston was so wrapped up in his conversation with his barber Red that he didn’t realize that you’d been outside, yet alone beat him getting ready.

“I wonder what Yaa’s wearing tonight. She mentioned something about there being purple somewhere in the equation? I don’t know...I never know with that gyal of mine.”, he chuckled as he shrugged.

Red’s shoulders bounced in laughter. “I mean...why don’t you ask her? She’s right there.” Red looked around his solid physique to acknowledge your presence.

“How am I going to ask her if she’s not rea—”. Winston turned his head in the direction Red had pointed to. Noticing something different, he whipped around once more, this time, turning his whole body around towards you. The two of you stood maybe two feet apart, taking in each other’s ensembles and beauty.

You were in love with his low fade, especially after the Sisqo phase for the New Years Trip (there could be only one platinum blonde in this relationship). Red got him right for tonight. Then there was the tux. THAT. FUCKING. TUX. It didn’t help that he was already thicker than three-day-old oatmeal. His suit was just fitted enough. In true Winston C. Duke fashion, he couldn’t just wear a basic tux. Nope. Hell nawl. The jacket had white piping on the lapel and the pockets, along with two white bands on either arm. The pants had the white stripe going down either side. Surely, the ancestors wanted to see you cut up over your man and how delicious he was looking. As you undressed him with your eyes, you’d caught his little intentional lip bite and lick. It was subtle enough for only you to catch it.

You fanned yourself harder the closer you got up to him. Shit, that nigga was looking delicious. Winston and everyone else laughed at your speechlessness. Your mouth was totally agape and your head shook. You finally pointed your white coffin-shaped nail at Winston and looked around the room to make sure everyone else was seeing the same meal you were looking at.

“Are you gonna say something, K.D.?”, Winston asked as he closed your mouth and lifted your chin in one smooth motion with one finger.

“Baby...sweetheart...honey bunches...Chris baby…answer me this one question...”, you stammered.

“Yes?”

“Who the fuck told you...TO LOOK THIS FUCKIN’ GOOD?! LIKE, WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT AND THE PRIVILEGE?! THE NERVE OF YOU! THE ABSOLUTE UNMITIGATED GALL, THE NEGROSITY OF YOU, ON THIS 24TH DAY OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH AND 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF MY NATIONAL ANTHEM!”,you gassed, punching your hand and pointing your acrylic nails and clacking them against each other every which way for dramatic emphasis.

Winston doubled over in hysterical laughter, to the point of tears, at your response. “Wow, I must say, it does feel good to be on the receiving end of your gassing. I knew I had to come with it if I was going to be your date tonight. If I haven’t learned anything else about you in all these years of knowing you, it’s that no matter where you’re going, you’re gonna bring it. You’ve kinda forced me to step out of my usual tux zone and further into the world of high fashion...all without knowing what your dress looked like. I think I did pretty good, dontcha think?” He finally closed the gap between the two of you and held your small hands into his big hands.You rolled your eyes to keep from laughing. You weren’t going to give into that Gabe Wilson-level corniness.

“Ehhh...you did aight. Ion know who you tryna dress up for, but you cute or whateva.”, you said nonchalantly.

He lowered his voice to where only you could hear, “I must say that you, my dearest Khalida, the love of my life, are looking sublime right now. I don’t even care what you have in store for the after party look, I just know that in this very moment, I’d have you on this table if everyone weren't here.” You smirked.

“You know, I had the same thought about you when were eating lunch. I’m happy our freakiness is in tandem.”, you paused to look around the room, “Now let’s go and flex for the ‘gram, shall we?”

Everyone crowded both elevators to the lobby to get a full glimpse at the soon-to-be Duke’s. The lighting in the hotel’s courtyard was perfect—a studio could never.

“Alrighty...the lighting’s good here, love birds.”, Jacqui reported as she searched for the perfect late afternoon light. The two of you walked to the exact spot Jacqui deemed appropriate. He insisted that you walk before him, just so he could check you out from the back. He gazed in amazement as he noticed the highlight on your shoulders when the sun kissed them. The purple and gold in your dress both complemented your caramel skin. Winston bit his lip as all the thoughts of sin and lust bombarded his mind. God, you outdid yourself when you created her. He finally caught up to you and promptly rested his arm around your full waist, pulling you into him. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, cameras or people be damned. As Jacqui caught the candid shots, the two of you whispered nasty sweet nothings into each other’s ear. After spending 20 minutes in the courtyard, Jacqui escorted you and Winston to the hotel’s service entrance, where their SUV was waited patiently for you all. As the two of you looked at the SUV, Winston squeezed your hand. “You ready, Dr. Abdullah?”, he asked as he looked down to you.

“When you are, Mr. Duke.”

The two of you shared three deep breaths before loading into the car, eager to show up and out for the Oscars.

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umber-cinders · 6 days

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YEssSSSSIiirRRR!

Was going through the pics on my computer for reference to draw him again I just

This is why M'Baku is my muse!

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devnicolee · 2 years

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Survival (4)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Word Count: 2,900

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Medusa stared at the jagged cave walls as M’Baku’s deep breaths from his own pallet faintly reached her ears. She hadn’t truly valued what his presence here was doing for her up until now. She closed her eyes and focused on his breaths, deep and soothing. He was slowly becoming her anchor, keeping her from drifting out too far into the sea.

This made it twice, twice he had saved her without a reason to. She did not understand it, did not understand him. She was certain he would want to kill her, welcomed it even. And yet, he continued to offer her empathy, compassion she did not feel she deserved.

When she saved him, she hadn’t anticipated falling in love with him. No… she never thought love was in the cards for her in this life. She used to scoff at the ladies of court and how they drowned on and on about the men stumbling over themselves to court them. Medusa did not care about that, not in the slightest. She was her happiest alone.

That was until she met M’Baku. He was one of two people in this world whose presence she actually craved. They kept growing closer and closer and with it, her attraction for him grew. She knew it wouldn’t last - it couldn’t. He would return home, his life would return to normal and she would stay here. She could not tell if he reciprocated her feelings, if he loved her too. She hoped he didn’t. For it would make leaving that much harder. And he had to leave, return to his life before she came into it and shook it to its core. This path she chose wasn’t for him. They weren't meant to be. But if she was to spend the rest of her life alone, she was thankful the Gods sent him for a time, allowed her to experience love once in her life.

She could not decide if she was happy he refused to kill her. On the one hand, who was angry about being alive? On the other though, the weight of her pain still crushed her spirit. She hadn’t lied when she said she wasn’t sure if she could live with it. He refused to kill her but that did not erase those feelings.

You could talk about it. He wants to listen, a small voice urged her. She knew that was the only way, truly. To finally admit what she had done, this wrenched decision that caused all this ruin.

Medusa sat up gingerly, her eyes trained on him as he stoked the flames of a small fire for them. She stared at him for a few more moments, her eyes sweeping over the way his biceps flexed lightly as he worked. It only took a few minutes for him to feel her eyes on him and turn in her direction.

He stood up immediately, gingerly approaching her cot. “You are awake. How are you?”

“I have seen better days, I suppose,” she rubbed her eyes like a tired child before pushing herself to her feet. “May we speak?” she asked timidly.

“Of course.”

She quickly joined him by the fire, her hands wringing together as she thought of what to say next.

“I-I do not even know where to begin,” she muttered.

M’Baku grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly, flushing Medusa’s body with warm from that simple gesture. “Well, I am here as long as it takes. Start where you feel comfortable.”

“I… I had this friend in the palace, Olivia. She was my handmaiden. She and I would sit up in my room for hours and discuss literature and the women of court,” Medusa chuckled lightly, “She loved to talk about everyone in the Palace. We both did. I taught her how to read when we were young, snuck her books from our library. Her mother would remind her that we were not true friends, she was my handmaiden first and foremost. My parents, too, truthfully. They always felt as though consorting with the servants was beneath us. But I did not feel that way. She was a friend… the closest thing to a true friend I would ever have.”

“W-what happened to her?”

A single tear started to fall down Medusa’s cheek. She looked up at the ceiling, a desperate attempt to stop more from following it. But it was a fool’s errand. Soon, she felt as if rivers were racing down her cheek, her sorrow finally flowing from her as she reckoned with her true sin. The one mistake she could never undo.

“T-The day I left the Palace, General Alec found me in one of the studies. I would hide away in there, by myself or with Olivia and read. That day, Olivia and I were supposed to be reading a Shakespeare play before her evening chores. H-he seemed u-unlike himself, skittish in ways he usually is not. W-we talked a-and h-he confessed that he was in love with me.” Medusa felt M’Baku tense up beside her but now that her lips were moving, she could not stop - even to ponder why he would react that way.

“I always believed love was not in the Gods’ plan for me, given my affliction,” she gestured toward her hair. “When I told him such, he ignored it and kissed me. I was shocked and I-I pushed him away immediately. Told him under no uncertain terms would we ever be together. He began ranting about the Gods’ plan for his life, how he was fit and deserved to be King and courting me was the only way he could achieve such a dream.” She laughed bitterly. “Of course, the first man to express such affections for me only desired my crown. But I should have known. No man would actually care for me, it is their ambition to seize that chair my father sits on.”

She paused, her eyes watching the dancing flames before she started up again. “I rejected him, as anyone would. A-And that is when he pulled out his sword. He was mad with anger, almost unrecognizable.”

“Why did you not pull down your hair to stop him?” M’Baku asked.

Medusa shook her head, “At first, I did not even consider it. I vowed to never purposefully use my powers. It is a terrible fate for anyone, even someone as wicked as he. The Gods gave me this power, for reasons I will never know. To be a weapon. I refused to be a pawn in their games.”

M’Baku nodded. “Few have the strength and compassion you do, to believe that and have lived by it as long as you did.”

Medusa scoffed. “I am not sure I would call it strength. I suppose I believed I could reason with him. But I could not get through to him, my words were meaningless. Finally, he threw me down to the ground and raised his sword. And that is the cruelest joke the Gods could ever have played. Years of vowing to never use them to hurt someone. And in those last moments, I did not think of a vow, did not think of the greater good or compassion. I merely thought of saving myself. I let selfishness consume me. So I reached up and started to pull my headdress off…” she let out a small sob as she struggled to find the rest of the words, the most important words in the story she had just told. “J-just a-as Olivia entered.”

Quiet sobs ran through her as she mourned her friend, a young woman whose life was just beginning… who she had murdered.

Medusa felt she would never get the image out of her head, watching Olivia’s body slowly turn to stone. Olivia had never been afraid of Medusa, never worried about her hurting her after she found out the truth. And Medusa had destroyed her.

“W-watching h-her d-die, I-I l-lost it. I b-begged the Gods to undo what I had done, I h-held her st-stone body in my arms. B-but there w-was n-nothing to be done. A-After, I r-ran down t-to the shore, the w-water to mourn before I was to confess what I had done to my f-father. He followed me. I h-had not even realized he survived, I suppose he knew enough to look away. O-or the Gods offered him a stroke of luck.”

“What did he do?”

“I think I was expecting him to execute me on the spot b-but instead, he pointed at a sail boat and told me to go and to d-disappear. He would kill me and my parents if I dared return.”

She sighed. “You wanted to know what fateful tale brought me here, that is it. I am a murderer.”

M’Baku

“Medusa… I am so sorry. You have to know that is not your fault though?” M’Baku implored as the pair sat around the fire in their cave.

He was shocked at the General’s actions. Where power and greed that blinding? He wondered to himself. Blinding enough to try to murder an innocent girl and then drive her from her home when the plan fails. All he felt was sadness and anger… and an intense desire to rip the General limb from limb.

“S-she would still be alive if it were not for me. If I had j-just let him kill me, they all would still be alive.” Medusa wiped her face with the palm of her hand. “I vowed to never use those powers and this is why. I tried to harm someone who was about to murder me and ended up destroying someone I loved. What kind of person could do such a thing? It is true what they say… you cannot defy the Gods.”

“Look at me,” M’Baku’s hand guided her chin upward and toward his eyes. He hated the seas of shame and embarrassment he saw in them - things she didn’t deserve. “They would still be alive if it were not for him. He did this. You are human, Medusa. You did the only thing you could do. He has already drove you from your home, do not give him your soul as well. Return home and fight for what is rightfully yours, Medusa. Do not let him win.”

Medusa scoffed, “If I return, he will kill my parents. I cannot have anymore blood on my hands, M’Baku. He wants the throne and I, as the only heir, am the only thing in his way. Perhaps it is better this way, given my actions, I am not fit to be queen.”

“I disagree,” M’Baku declared. Vehemently he disagreed. Her father was not a bad king by any stretch. He simply did not care - not of the poor or the wealthy or anyone that was not him. Medusa cared for everyone, her compassion and empathy was limitless. That was exactly the kind of queen their people needed. General Alec would just be more of the same.

“You would be the queen the people need, Medusa. Compassionate but fair, wise and empathetic. A curse from the Gods does not change who you are. They tried to mold you into a weapon but you refused to play into those expectations. You fought against it your entire life.”

“Yes and I lost, M’Baku! When the true test came, I lost!”

“You lost a battle, yes. But who is to say you cannot win the war? You will lose if you stay here and leave your people and your parents to the whims of that man. Who is to say he will not kill your parents anyway to steal the kingdom? I believe you can win, Medusa. Without your powers.”

“I-I am not a fighter, M’Baku.”

M’Baku shook his head, “Yes, you are. Let me ask you, if there was a way to remove General Alec from power and protect your parents, you would return home, yes?”

M’Baku waited with bated breath for her answer. A small flicker of hope had blossomed inside him. He did not want to get his hopes up too high but he could not help it. He wanted so desperately to help this woman right the wrongs in her life.

Medusa glanced at him, “Yes. I do not wish to stay here. But I-I just do not believe there is a choice.”

M’Baku stood up, an air of determination now circling him. “Do you trust me?”

He watched as her eyes grew for a moment at his question before she stood to match his height.

“With my life,” she responded.

“Then by all the Gods, I swear to you, Medusa, I will find a way for you to return. There is a path forward for you that does not include dying alone on this island. We will find it, together.”

***

“My King, may I speak freely?” Alec asked as he approached the throne. Unlike the last time he tried this, he had a plan, a plan that would secure his rightful place in their world.

King Gorgon examined him with a bored expression for a few moments before nodding lazily.

“It is about the missing Princess Medusa, my king.”

At his words, the king’s body perked up immediately.

“Is there news?”

Alec shook his head, “The last platoon we sent has yet to return. It has been almost two moons since Medusa disappeared. While I and my advisors are still searching and pray to the Gods for her safe return, as your chief counsel, I must suggest we begin thinking of our path forward, should she not return.”

“I will hear no more of this,” Gorgon demand immediately.

“Please, my King! If you will allow me to advise you just for a few moments and then I will take my leave?” Alec prompted. He watched as the King turned it over in his mind before nodding, allowing the man to proceed.

“The longer the Princess is missing, the more vulnerable this country is to our enemies. Word will soon spread to our neighboring countries that you are without an heir to the throne. The crown… the country require the utmost stability to ensure our enemies do not see any indication of weakness. You need a new heir, my King. Even just for a time until the Princess returns.”

King Gorgon scoffed. “What is it that you suggest, General? My wife and I’s season for producing heirs has long passed. Medusa is all we have.”

Alec took a deep breath and a step toward the throne. This was it. He always knew he was built for more than advising militaries and risking his life. No, he was fit… born to rule. There was a small part of him that felt concern that the Platoon never returned and could not bring him Medusa’s head as proof. However, he squashed those doubts. The girl was not foolish enough to return, he knew that much.

“Perhaps a man of court? With a station high enough to learn at your behest until she returns?” He prompted.

The King scoffed, “There is no one with the station high enough to step into her role…” he paused, “Except you.”

Alec couldn’t have scripted this better himself. He did not even have to plant the idea as he originally intended. The King reached the conclusion himself. Alec tried to hide his jubilation, his glee.

“Oh my King, I could never. My place is advising our military. There must be another,” he bowed lightly, humility dripping off of his words.

“No. There is no one General. We entrust you with our lives, the protection of our country. I dare not think what would happen if my Medusa does not return. But we must think of the people, the safety of the crown.” King Gorgon stood tall, his scepter gripped in his hand. “General Alec, by all the old Gods and the New, I proclaim that you are now heir to the throne and have all rights associated with it.”

Alec dropped to one knee, his armor clinking slightly. “My King bestows upon me a great honor. Thank you.”

He turned to take his leave, a giant sinister smile spreading across his face.

One step closer to throne, he thought to himself. One step closer.

***

A/N: Alright so Alec is trash but the cards are falling into place for him… Medusa trusts M'Baku with her life (cue swooning lol) and M'Baku is on his Fix Medusa's Life shit lol I think there are about 3 chapters left? I just want to say @muse-of-mbaku has the patience of a saint lol cause why has it taken me almost 3 months to get this far?? But I am excited to wrap up this story before the end of the year. So yay to that. Also next chapter is Medusa/M'Baku fluff - a little break from the angst lol Thanks as always for reading and staying interested despite my slow writing :)

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