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pantherastevens · 8 months

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His Sunshine in the Darkness: It All Started With Her Smile

Hello everyone~ I'm back, and it's with a new little series (technically, it's really just one extremely long story, but I broke it up in parts because if not, this post would be dumb long). I literally read two Yandere!Miles fics and kinda been obsessed with the idea (?) ever since.

Here are the two works, written by the lovely @l0v3morales (please write more of these, I'm begging you):

Stay With Me

Yours Forever

Thus I present to you, His Sunshine in the Darkness: Part One! This will most likely be divided into three parts (because I'm still writing this story, I'm currently at 12,838 words and counting. Buckle up kiddies, this is gonna be a long one).

I title Part One, "It All Started With Her Smile." I'm gonna ease y'all in with some fluff. Enough of me rambling. Enjoy!

Warnings: None, unless you're allergic to fluff

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It all started with her smile.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was the new kid at Visions. It was the middle of the recorded school year, and he was a new kid. He wasn't a huge fan of the school, but his parents insisted it would be good for him... whatever that meant.

The first few days, he pretty much kept to himself. Socializing wasn't his strong suit, and he didn't desire to make a fool of himself in front of his new classmates, who seemed to understand that he didn't belong like the rest. It just so happened the school was "generous" enough to recognize he had a brain and offer him a scholarship to be there. His only escapes were his dorm (Ganke seemed like a cool enough guy), his home, and his art class.

Miles loved to draw more than anything. Whether it be his pencils, markers, or his uncle's spray paints, he found his freedom. Freedom to be himself.

And she noticed it too.

Panthera Stevens was a fellow freshman who shared quite a few classes with him—even art. She had to be the prettiest girl that he's ever seen. Smooth chocolate skin, thick dark shoulder-length locs, naturally full brows, plump lips, and almond-shaped expresso-colored eyes. Miles admired the girl from afar, seeing how he wasn't sure how to approach the beauty (Miles didn't care what his uncle said. The "hey" trick had to be the stupidest and most embarrassing thing he's ever heard.)

So you could imagine the boy's surprise when he heard the screech of a chair being pulled up next to him and found her big dark brown eyes staring into his soul.

"Hey, you're Miles, right," she said with a smile. The boy could feel his face heating up at the sweet sight.

'She even has dimples... Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda...'

"U-uh... yeah, that's me," he said, fidgeting with his pencil. Panthera giggled, making the boy's blush worse.

"Nice to meet you, Miles. I'm Panthera. I couldn't help to notice that you're always by yourself and... well, I was wondering if we could become friends," she said; a bit of shyness could be seen in that smile. The boy blinked owlishly at her.

His crush wanted to be friends with him? The awkward, quiet new kid?

"I'm sorry, was I being too forward," Panthera asked, mistaking the boy's silence as rejection. Miles mentally slapped himself, urging his mouth to form words.

"N-No! Not at all. I-I would love to be friends with you!" That could've come out much smoother, but it still did the job.

Panthera Stevens' smile could rival the sun at that very moment, and Miles wanted to bask in it forever.

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Panthera and Miles became close friends very quickly. They would have study sessions at least three times a week and pretty much hung out every other weekend. Miles brought her to meet his parents toward the end of their freshmen year.

As expected, Panthera was the perfect angel. She came to the apartment in one of the prettiest dresses he's ever seen with a bouquet in hand.

He always remembers her soft laugh at his dumbfounded expression.

"What are you staring at, Mi?" God, that nickname will always make his stomach explode with butterflies...

"I-uh, it's j-just that..." Panthera blinked those pretty eyes at him, waiting for him to finish.

"You look so beautiful, gatita," Miles muttered breathlessly. Panthera did a cute shy shuffle. A sweet smile could be found on those pretty lips.

"Thank you, Mi. My Baba always told me a good first impression is everything." Miles nodded mindlessly, eyes still trained on her lips.

"Mijo? Is that your friend at the door? Don't keep her waiting now!" Rio's voice broke the trance on the boy, who promptly ushered the girl inside. Miles secretly smiled as the girl slid off her shoes and left them by the front door, already knowing his parents would like that.

The meeting went even better than the young boy expected. Panthera greeted his parents with the same smile as when they first met. She called them by their last names. She gifted his mother with the bouquet, who happily accepted the flowers—even going as far as explaining the meaning of each one.

"I wanted to find something to represent the family you two built. The Black-Eye Susans represent justice, seeing how you live to serve and protect Mr. Morales. The Daylilies represent the Chinese emblem for the mother of the home, something you're doing such a wonderful job at, Mrs. Morales. And finally, the honeysuckle represents your love for each and your son. I hope you like them."

The more his parents talked with the girl, the more taken they were with her. Rio insisted that she stay for dinner, which Panthera accepted. As the two women entered the kitchen, Miles turned to find his father looking down at him with a knowing smile.

"You know, son, you seem pretty taken by Panthera... you sure you two are just friends?" Jefferson did his best not to laugh too hard at the sight of his son's red face.

"C'mon papá, stop it. W-we're just friends, nothing more," Miles huffed, not without shooting a glance of longing at the kitchen.

Panthera and his mamá seemed to chat joyfully, Panthera even stepping alongside Rio to help cook dinner. Rio's green eyes glowed with approval as she taught the girl how to make Mofongo.

God, if that didn't do funny things to his heart...

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Miles knew his feelings were getting stronger by the day in their sophomore year. There wasn't a sketchbook he now owns that didn't have a sketch of Panthera somewhere among the pages. After meeting his parents, Rio insisted he bring her around as often as possible. His room started carrying the faint smell of her and her vanilla and coco musk perfume.

If he cuddled his pillow that carried the scent of her hair oil that smelt like pineapples, that shouldn't be anyone's business but his own.

The boy had it bad.

Everyone in his family could see it.

Uncle Aaron had demanded that he introduce the girl he was partially head over heels in love with (Miles can't even deny it anymore, it's been at least a year.) Only to find out it was Eric's little girl, who Aaron had basically adopted as his niece. The man was ecstatic over the fact, privately telling Miles that Panthera would make a kickass future wife. Miles nearly screamed that he was too young to think about that (even though that thought has passed his mind... multiple times.)

She was invited to his dad's party to celebrate his upcoming position of becoming the Police Captian. It was a little embarrassing having his family coo and giggle at the two of them, excitingly asking Miles if she was his girlfriend. Panthera was nice enough not to laugh out loud at the permanent blush that settled on his cheeks.

Miles thought his head would explode when his mom had the DJ play a song with everyone breaking into couples to dance bachata.

"C'mon, Miles! You could dance with Panthera," Rio encouraged as she danced with her husband, who looked a little awkward trying to keep up with his wife's graceful movements. Panthera cocked her head at the boy, reminding him of the animal he, oh so fondly, nicknamed her.

"I don't mind dancing with you... but I don't want to step on your toes," Panthera offered. Miles focused on the girl, not the heat melting his face.

"I doubt you could do that, gatita. I could show you some basic steps," Miles said. Panthera nodded, relaxing as she allowed the Afro-Latino to guide her through the dance. Once she felt she got a feel of it, she was able to flow much easier with the boy. Miles' could feel his heart pounding away at his ribcage as he twirled the girl under his arm before holding the beauty close once more.

"I don't think I ever told you how beautiful you look tonight, gatita," Miles said softly as he rested his forehead against hers. Panthera's dark eyes twinkled at him.

"Thank you, Mi. I asked my dad to take me shopping for the occasion. Since I was gonna meet more of your family and all," she said shyly. Miles couldn't help but drink at the sight of her for the umpteenth time that night.

"I'm going have to send him a thank you card then. Not for just the outfit but for siring the most beautiful girl of all of Brooklyn," he said, a flirty grin tugging on his lips. Panthera laughed freely, the sound reverberating deep in her throat.

"Mi! Such a flirt," she giggled as she was spun about yet again. The girl seemed at peace, humming contentedly as she felt the heat of Miles' palms bleed through the material of her dress. Miles couldn't help the easygoing smile tugging on his lips as he lost himself in the music and those sparkling eyes.

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"Your dad's speech was beautiful." Miles turned to look at the girl next to him. The pair decided to get some air from all the people. Panthera was looking out at the party lighting up the rooftop, her face glowing from the bright lights. Miles knew this image of her would be the newest addition to his sketchbook later that night when everyone went home, and he was alone in his room.

"Yeah, it definitely was," Miles said softly. Panthera turned to him, reaching up to cup Miles' face with her hands.

'So soft...' Miles thought as he was pulled to Panthera's height. Puberty finally decided to be nice to him these past few months and give him some inches, much to Panthera's annoyance.

"Something in me is telling me to say this, so listen to me for a second, yeah?" Panthera could be reading dictionary definitions to him, and he would still hang onto her every word like he was now.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Anything for you, princesa," Miles mumbled. Panthera chuckled and shook her head at the nickname. Miles could tell he managed to fluster her a little, which he joyfully counted as a win.

"Never for one moment think you're alone. You have beautiful parents who love you more than life itself. You have a dope ass uncle who considers you as his own son. And you have me. I wasn't sure what would happen the first day I sat next to you in art class, but I can say this is something I cherish deeply. You will always have me, Miles. Even if you feel like the world is crashing down around you... when you feel as if you have no one left... when you want to fall into the darkness... I'll be there to shield you as best I can. I'll be there to hold your hand. I'll be there to show you the light. I love you, Mi. Always." Miles felt his heart stall.

'I love you, Mi...'

God, Miles knew that Panthera could just be confessing her love for him as a friend, but his lovesick brain wouldn't let him see it as such. He wants to believe that Panthera sees him as something more. See them as something more.

Miles' shaky hands found Panthera's waist, tugging her closer.

"T-Thank you, Panthera... a-and I-I love you too," the boy whispered, breathless by the sheer intensity of it all. Her eyes, her warmth, her scent, her lips-

Miles nervously licked his own as he focused on Panthera's. So many times, he's daydreamed and dreamed about those lips. Full, soft, and how so kissable. He often saw her put on some tinted lip oil (she barely believes in chapstick, only having one or two as a backup) which made them all the more enticing. It made the boy wonder what flavors she uses and how good she'll taste.

He may have kissed his pillow pretending it was Panthera for practice, but again, that was nobody's business but his own.

Miles leaned in, watching for the girl's reaction to him. Those sweet dark eyes lower, eyeing his wet bottom lip. Her hands migrated to his shoulders as she carefully balanced on her toes.

"I love you, mi vida," he whispered in the small space between their lips. He could hear the soft hitch in the girl's breath at his quiet confession.

There was no denying it. He loves Panthera Genesis Stevens. And finally, one of his fantasies was about come true.

Miles closed his eyes as he felt their lips brush against each other... only for them to snap open when he heard,

"Hey Miles, you up- WHOA, MY GOD!" Miles and Panthera instinctively jumped away from each other to find an embarrassed Jefferson and an exasperated Rio.

"Dios mío, amor. I told you that there was a chance they would be up here and to leave them be. Now look what you have done," Rio playfully scolded her husband. Miles groaned out of embarrassment, tugging his braids while Panthera laughed nervously.

"Sorry about disappearing like that, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. Was there something that you need," Panthera asked, hoping to ease the tension and move on from... what almost happened between her and their son. Jefferson, still fighting off his embarrassed blush, let out a chuckle.

"Nothing crazy important. We just wanted to let you kids know that we're about the cut the cake Miles brought. Just in case you wanted some." The pair nodded.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks for letting us know, papá," Miles said, finding the city skyline much more interesting than it was a minute ago. He could hear his mother's quiet laughter, dragging his father away to leave him alone with Panthera again. Before he could turn to her to apologize (for what, Miles wasn't entirely sure because, damn it, he wanted that kiss to happen), he felt something on his cheek.

That something was Panthera.

He turned to the girl, whose arms wrapped around one of his. She had a goofy smile.

"Don't apologize, alright? We're fine, I promise. Now come on, I heard you got red velvet, and I always wanted to try it!" Miles allowed himself to be dragged away by the cheerful girl, hand on the cheek that held a faint kiss print.

Not exactly what he was hoping for... but he certainly isn't complaining. And also trying to figure out how was he going to wash his face but preserve the mark...

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Tags: @444morales thanks for being an amazing friend to listen to all my random ideas at odd hours at night. 💜💜💜

-Translations-

~Spanish~

Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda : Good God Almighty, she's so cute

Gatita : Kitten

Mijo : Darling

Papá : Dad

Princesa : Princess

Mi vida : My life

Dios mío, amor : My God, love

#atsv #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 oc #earth 42 miles x oc #panthera stevens #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles fluff #fluff #His Sunshine in the Darkness #His Sunshine in the Darkness Part One #rio morales #Earth 42 Rio Morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #Earth 42 Jefferson Davis #Aaron Davis #miles g morales #Spotify

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come-along-pond · 1 year

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@dancingsunflowers-ocs asked the ‘it they had a kid’ ask game with Rapunzel and Jefferson.

Name: Quinn Gothel

Gender: Cis-Female

General Appearance: Curly hair like her mother, but dresses like her father and looks like him in every other way

Personality: boisterous, Day dreamer, smart

Special Talents: Sewing!! She loves making and designing clothes

Who they like better: Grace

Who they take after more: Jefferson

Personal Head canon: Although the youngest sibling, she acts more like the older one

Face Claim: Millie Bobby Brown

#rapunzel/hope regal: ouat oc #rapunzel x jefferson #hope x jefferson #yes i said quinn because it sounds like flynn

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beelas-bees-art · 2 years

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ship dynamics between the love interests

#to capture one's heart #tcoh #felicity roberts #kelly davis #kaleb ford #dexter jefferson #trixie carter #my art #my ocs #doodles #sketch #note: trixie is straight and dexter is gay. while the others are varying flavors of 'the more genders the better' (bi. omni. pan.)#so thats why theres not like. dexter x kelly or anything #although that would be funny as shit #wow. kaleb gets around huh /j

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html-nae · 10 months

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 2 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1277

Nonviolent communication.

Nonviolent communication is based on historical principles of nonviolence.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

It reminds us what we already instinctively know about how good it feels to connect with another human being.

It was just another night. Another fight for Miles’ attention.

But what do you do when you’re falling and you can’t find anything to hold on to?

Nothing.

It was also the night of Jefferson Davis’ promotion party.

‘For Aaron’, he would say. Anytime someone congratulated him on his accomplishment. ‘It’s all for my family and my brother. May he rest in power.’ Anyone could tell he missed his brother. Did he know Aaron was the prowler? Maybe. But he still loved him. So, in honor of him. He worked hard to become captain and provide for his family.

Miles promised to walk Harmony to the party.

So she got ready. A whole three hours before the party even started. She wanted her makeup to look good, she wanted her hair to look good, she wanted her outfit to look good.

Harmony wanted to look good.

For Miles.

Everyday she screamed for his attention. Sometimes it went unnoticed and sometimes it didn’t.

So she learned to count every blessing. There was no promise for tomorrow so she counted every second he dedicated to her. Even if it was small.

Harmony finished getting ready at 5:00.

The time Miles said he would get her.

Perfect.

5:10.

No Miles.

Soon 10 minutes turned into 20.

And 20 into 40.

And 40 into an hour.

And he still never came.

She decided to swallow her pride and not text him. Harmony wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe something came up, she thought.

Instead of saying anything, Harmony grabbed her bag and did a once over in the mirror before leaving.

The sun was setting and the city was alive. There was the well known traffic as well as the bright neon signs being turned on. Food merchants were still out, eager to sell whatever was left in stock before calling it quits for the night. Groups of friends walked past Harmony giggling about whatever joke was said as they passed her.

The fast life she was used to living was all going in slow motion. She got to appreciate the beauty of the city. By herself.

And she enjoyed it.

When Harmony arrived at the party everyone was there.

Except for Miles.

“Hey manmi mwen regrèt anpil mwen an reta.” Harmony said once she found Rio. (Hey mom. I’m so sorry for being late.”

Rio turned her head towards the girl with a bright smile adorning her face. She loved Harmony like the daughter she never had, always eager to speak to her and find out what was going on in her life.

“It’s no worries hija. We’re just glad you were able to make it.”

A smile made its way on the Haitian girl’s face, her eyes scanned the party hoping to find the Morales boy. Rio was quick to notice.

She knew. She knew the girl in front of her was crushing on her son. She also knew that her son was stringing her along. Rio scolded him about it many times, but each time she was met with a ‘It’s nothing mami. Honest’, and each time Rio would sigh and shut the door.

“We don’t know where he is. We checked his room and he was missing.”

The Jones girl nodded in response as the upcoming Captain slotted himself into the conversation. His glasses were slightly askew from the dancing his family dragged him into, but other than that he looked pristine. As always.

Conversations and congratulations were shared between the two, before they drifted off into Harmony’s studies and how her father was doing.

Then Miles came. With someone else.

Gwen.

Harmony watched them distance themselves from the rest of the party. She saw the way Miles looked at Gwen.

He never looked at me like that.

All the years I’ve known him. He never looked at me like I was everything to him.

“Who’s that?” Jeff questioned looking at the new girl that was hanging around his son. She was different. He knew about Harmony’s infatuation.

Everyone knew.

So he was just as confused as the next person when a new girl showed up with his son while he stood next to someone that would put their life on the line for him.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her heart was racing. She was here. Next to him. And he looked happy.

Content.

He’s never looked this happy before.

Because it was Gwen. The girl that filled all the pages in his notebook. The same girl that he could spend hours talking about. The same girl that Miles was infatuated with.

Gwen Stacy. Not Harmony Jones

The two parents made their way towards them and ended up dragging Harmony with them.

The whole interaction lasted at least fifteen minutes. And the whole time

Miles never looked at Harmony.

He acted like she wasn’t there.

Even when Gwen dipped off and had to leave.

He never talked to her. His eyes were trained on where the blonde once stood.

Harmony finally met the girl that plagued her best friend’s mind. And she was right. She was the complete opposite of her. They shared absolutely nothing in common except for Miles.

But Gwen had Miles more than Harmony did. So they were back to square one.

Having nothing in common.

Because Harmony had to face the facts.

She couldn’t even say that they both had Miles.

Only Gwen had him.

The only thing Harmony had were distant memories that Miles probably didn’t even remember.

The Morales boy left long before the party was over. He went to follow Gwen.

Much to Harmony’s dismay.

This is what happens when Harmony thinks about him. Too caught up in her feelings. Reminiscing.

Next time I’ll be different.

She thought. She would wait on a sign and then come to the idea that it was time for a different prayer that somehow still revolved around Miles.

A boy that didn’t even see her the way she saw him.

She didn’t like being alone, but that’s exactly what happened when she went home. Thoughts of ringing his line flooded her mind as she laid down on her bed staring at her phone. Wishing that he would come home.

To her home.

Harmony wanted to balance her space. Protect her space. But Miles made it hard.

He gave her just enough to stay attached and hold onto him.

The Jones girl didn’t need the pain but with it stemming from Miles Morales, the hero of Brooklyn. She didn’t mind it all that much.

What’s left of us?

She remembered when Miles would tell her everything. When he was her best friend and would find comfort in her for anything. Now he makes promises that he doesn’t live up to. He ditches plans that he makes for them and says nothing but a mere apology if she gets one.

The same dorky kid that got humiliated on the first day of school. Is the same dorky kid thats humiliating Harmony without trying to.

He let her fall first while he stood dreaming wide awake.

And she’d do anything to be the person on his mind.

Harmony was in over her head and she couldn’t hold herself to be mad at Miles.

Because let's face it.

It was nothing but a state of nonviolent communication.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

Taglist:

@urmotherswhor3 @not-aya @ihavenousernamewhyy-2 @erensbbg @reneuv @notsaelty @blackwxdo @bajadotcom

#spider man #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #miles molares #miles x reader #gwen stacy #miles x OC #across the universe #across the spider verse spoilers #spiververse #spiderverse oc #spiderman

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sarahsmi13s · 11 months

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Jersey Baby (18+ MDNI)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc)

characters: sarah grant, jake seresin, bradley and the squad at the end

warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT, language, breeding kink, pussy slapping, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, eating out in the kitchen, bradley gets traumatized, sport rivalry (UT vs U of A; Longhorns vs Razorbacks), pregnancy, i think that’s it

word count: ~4.1k

a/n: this isn’t really crucial to the story, i just thought it would be fun to write! this is how ever how the finn twins were brought into existance 😂

this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol)

big thank you to mama may ( @mayhemmanaged ) for her help on this

you can find out more about j and s --- here

loose summary: the dagger squad comes up with a game once they see how competitive jake and sarah are when it comes to college football --- let’s just say the loser really becomes the winner

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Sarah knew exactly what she did to land her in this position. And she didn’t regret a damn thing.

If anything it was Jake’s fault.

Okay maybe they were both to blame. But Jake chose this punishment, so it’s mostly on him.

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Last week, Arkansas played Texas. Which means – the Razorbacks played the Longhorns. Which also means – Jake and Sarah were constantly shit talking in the days leading up to it.

The Dagger Squad was concerned for a minute because they thought they were fighting. But Coyote cleared things up for them. “Guys, Sarah’s from Arkansas. She’s a U of A alum. And Jake is from Texas, a Longhorn fan since birth. This is just playful banter, it doesn’t mean much.”

“KJ Jefferson can run circles around Quinn Ewers!” “Not with a concussion he can’t!” “It’s not a concussion!” The squad watched the two stare the other down at the pool table.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Jake said, his voice low to where only she could hear it. “Yeah?” He nodded before pulling her in for a kiss.

Fanboy’s mouth fell open, “What the fuck just happened?” Rooster laughed, “They have been all over each other since they watched Leia this past weekend. I’m surprised they’re even out.”

“Hey guys, Sarah and I are headed home,” Jake said as he passed the table, knocking his knuckles on it as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and took off toward the door.

So much for staying out.

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By the time game day rolled around, the squad came up with a game. Whenever one of them has a good burn or comeback, they get a point. And the winner gets to pick a punishment for the loser. But points weren’t revealed until the end of the game.

When they brought this up to the couple, their minds ran wild with ideas and both agreed.

Game time came and the squad made room on the couch for Jake and Sarah to sit by each other. But the couple sat on opposite sides of the room, each in a chair. “Ummm?” The squad looked to Coyote for help in understanding, “You don’t want them next to each other, trust me. I had popcorn in places popcorn should not be.”

Jake opens his mouth before the game even starts, “Hey, y’all know what it’s called when Arkansas thinks they can take down the Horns? A PIGment of their imagination.” “Nice pun, but it’s a bunch of BULLshit. We’re giving y’all a free ride to the slaughter house.”

Coyote sighed and gave them each a point, “And we’re off..”

Then the game started and they began watching.

Even though the squad focused more on what the two were saying.

The Longhorns got a pretty good start, getting a good lead pretty early in the game.

“You know, everything’s bigger in Texas,” Jake said, looking at the squad before trailing his eyes over to Sarah. “Even the gap between scores.” Rooster marked Jake down for a point.

Sarah wrinkled her nose and smiled, “Well… not everything.”

Fanboy had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing as he marked her down for a point.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Jake said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Rooster marked him down for another point.

At one point, the Hogs had a good possession, and then threw away the next one.

“Well, that’s just too bad… I guess the ‘natural state’s just naturally bad,” Jake drawled, laying the accent on thick. Sarah just glared at him and huffed before turning back to the game.

The first half was just not looking good for Arkansas, and Jake was thriving.

“Looks like these piggies are gonna be crying ‘boo’ all the way home,” Jake said once halftime started.

“Just wait, we’re gonna make a comeback, just need a good ass chewing,” Sarah said, mumbling the last part. Jake nodded, “Oh sure, yeah, when your pigs fly Sugar. They can’t close this gap.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and threw popcorn at him, “Whatever.”

Jake laughed, picking pieces of the snack off his jersey, “See guys, when you roll with pigs, it’s gonna get dirty. Only problem is, only the pig likes it.” The squad looked at Sarah, scared that Jake just fucked up.

But Sarah just hummed and stood up, grabbing her now empty bowl and putting empty cans and bottles in it.

She walked around Jake, hand slipping under his jersey as she leaned close to his ear, “I thought you liked when I got dirty Jake? Guess I was wrong.” Jake shivered a little and turned his head to catch her lips before she sauntered away to get more drinks.

The squad and Jake watched her leave before the squad brought their eyes back to Jake. He was looking longingly towards the kitchen, shifting a little in his seat.

“You good, Bagman?” Bradley asked. Jake’s eyes snapped back to the group and he cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

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The second half was really a turning point for Arkansas, they were getting traction and little errors were made.

“Would you look at that, pigs can fly,” Sarah smirked at Jake as they came back and kept Texas from scoring in the third quarter. Jake just rolled his eyes.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, a flag was thrown for a false start and she said, “Man, everyone in Texas just seems to go too early.” No one missed her glance towards Jake, and Rooster gave her two points for that.

She was in trouble the minute she said that, and she knew she was in for it that night and a very lazy Sunday the next day. The glint in Jake’s eyes meant he was going to make her cum 10 different ways before he even thought about it.

She winked and went back to the game.

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By the end, Arkansas came out on top.

While that was great and Sarah could rub the victory in Jake’s face, there were bigger stakes.

“Who won?”

“Yeah, who won?”

The squad looked down at the board, and sighed. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Jake won,” Coyote said, sighing. “It was really close, like a two point difference,” Fanboy pointed out.

Sarah hung her head, “I guess I can’t be too upset, Jake does have a big mouth.” Jake wrapped his arm around her waist, “We both got some pretty good ones in there. I just know how to piss you off.” She huffed out a laugh, “That you do.”

She sighed and stepped away, holding her arms out, “Welp, rules are rules. What’s my punishment?”

Jake smiled and slipped his jersey off, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He slipped it over her head, “You, my darling-” He worked it over her Razorback shirt. “-have to wear Longhorns apparel in public, and around the house, for a week.”

“You’re not serious,” Sarah said, eyes basically pleading for anything else. “Oh, I’m very serious,” Jake said, smirking.

Payback shook his head, “Hold on, that’s it? That’s all she has to do? Wear clothes with a bull on it. Hangman, come on.”

“Oh, she’s gonna be miserable, but look so so cute,” Jake told him. “I look awful in orange,” Sarah huffed out, crossing her arms. “No you don’t, Sugar.”

“I can’t wear this to school, I have to look professional.” Jake sighed, “Okay, you don’t have to wear it to work, but you change before practice, so you have to wear it then.” Sarah huffed again, “Alright.”

They shook hands.

“This is gonna suck.”

****

It was finally over, Sarah’s week of wearing Longhorns apparel was over.

She had to admit, Jake’s clothes were comfy and she loved wearing his sweatpants. But the fact her students and players knew how much she didn’t like the team her boyfriend adored, made it worse.

They teased her about it saying, “You finally caved? Wow Coach, I’m disappointed.” Or anything of the like.

But now it was Saturday and Jake didn’t have weekend duty, but he and Bradley went to go look at deck furniture for Bradley and Alyssa while Sarah stayed home and cleaned.

She had on Longhorn leggings Carter had gotten her as a joke and a sweatshirt of Jake’s; wanting to be comfortable but presentable because she had to go get groceries before Jake got home.

When she got home from the store she had 45 minutes before Jake would be walking through the door.

So she had 45 minutes to put her plan in motion.

She went in and straight to the kitchen to unload the groceries, taking maybe 10 minutes to put away the cold items. Then she went upstairs and freshened up with a quick shower.

Standing in the mirror, Sarah fixed her hair and did her makeup. Once she was done, she went to Jake’s side of the closet and pulled out a custom jersey she had her sister make for him.

As she slipped it on, her phone went off. It was a text from Jake saying that he’d be home soon and that he may or may not have bought her a new desk chair. She smiled at the thought and sent him a thank you and drive safe before she went downstairs to put her plan into motion.

****

When Jake pulls into the driveway, he’s rushing to turn it off, get the box out of the bed and hurry inside. He wanted to show Sarah the new desk chair he got her because the old one was broken and she’d been eyeing the one he just bought.

He gets in the house and immediately goes to put the chair box in the living room.

“Sugar! I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen, just putting away some groceries!”

Jake perked up at that and went to the kitchen to help her.

When he turned the corner, Sarah was refilling a cereal container before attempting to put it in its rightful spot on top of the fridge.

“Let me help with that,” he said, coming up behind her to put it up there.

“Thank you honey,” she said, turning to give him a kiss. “You’re so welcome Sugar.”

She laughed when she pulled away and started putting away other items.

This gave Jake time to take in what she was wearing.

And Texas orange never looked so good.

“Is that,” he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter. “Is that my jersey?” Jake knew the answer, his call sign was stamped to the back of it, he just wanted to hear her say it.

She nodded as she restocked the tea bags. “It is.”

Jake’s grin stretched across his face, “Well you look good Sugar.” Sarah smirked, “I am good, Baby, I’m very good.” She winked before bending over the counter to put the container back in its place…

Which gave Jake a perfect view of her bare ass.

And if he was already hard seeing her in the jersey, his jersey, he was painfully hard now.

He audibly groaned and his stomach swooped.

“You alright Honey?” Sarah asked as she stood up straight.

He nodded, “Jus’ fine Sugar.” She nodded and moved around the kitchen.

Jake’s eyes never left her bare legs as his mind concluded that she most likely wasn’t wearing a bra either. “I do have one question though.”

“Shoot.”

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear? Not that I’m complaining because I’m definitely not.”

Sarah giggled before walking over to him. Her arms went around his neck and her eyes trailed up to meet his.

“I realized that I technically didn’t follow the rules,” she said, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. He swallowed, “What do ya mean by that?”

She tilted her head a little and sighed sadly, “I don’t have Longhorn underwear. So, according to the rules…” One of her hands came to rest on his chest. “I shouldn’t be wearing any.”

Jake groaned as his hands found Sarah’s hips. “You’re gonna be the death of me…”

She giggled and moved in closer, “Rules are rules, Lieutenant…”

Growling, he surged forward and claimed her lips in a kiss.

Sarah smiled into the kiss as Jake’s arms snaked around her back and pulled her flush against him. Jake walked them both back to the corner of the counter, caging her in with his legs.

Jake got two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, causing her to gasp and moan against his mouth.

She can feel his hard on against her but as she goes to undo his belt, he stops her. “Not yet, Sugar.” Sarah whines but before she could complain Jake hoists her onto the counter top. She pulls him back to her and presses her lips to his.

He smirks against her lips before kissing her neck as his hands roam her torso, groping and squeezing at her hips and chest over the jersey. “Jake… baby please.” One of his hands cups her cheek, “Is my Razorback impatient?” She pouted and he chuckled, “Typical Hog…”

His unoccupied hand slipped under the jersey and his fingers lightly gracing her ribs before taking the weight of a breast in his palm.

She whimpered slightly and he felt his dick twitch at the sound. “Okay, okay, since you’ve gone through enough torture this week, I’ll spare you some now.”

Jake sank to one knee, his hands going to her calves and trailing up as he kissed her thighs.

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed up, opening her up to him. “God, you’ve got such a pretty pussy, Sugar.” She moaned as licked his lips before placing a hot kiss to her clit.

“Oh fuck~ In the kitchen Jake?”

“It’s where the best meals come from, Sugar.”

One of Sarah’s hands carded itself into Jake’s hair as he dove back in, his tongue flattening against her cunt. “Oh Jake~”

He groaned against her as she tugged at his hair.

Jake’s lips created a vortex around her clit. “Jake! Oh my~” The long moan that followed her words had him groaning, sending vibrations through her.

She was mewling and letting out high pitched moans, pulling at his hair but the position she had put her in gave her little control. Her toes barely scraped the counter, so she couldn’t grind against his face properly.

Jake looked up at Sarah’s face as he released her clit to catch his breath, “You taste so sweet, Sugar~” He dipped his tongue into her entrance as he nuzzled into her pussy.

Her hand in his hair pulled him closer, making his nose bump her clit. “Please Jake, I need more, I’m so close.” The band in her core was hot and getting pulled tighter and tighter, but it wasn’t enough.

The whimpering and the tugging of his hair, just made him hungrier. Jake’s ears were being blessed with filthy but angelic sounds, and he couldn’t help but growl against his girlfriend’s sopping wet cunt.

He flattened his palms against the backs of her thighs and pushed them towards her chest and farther apart.

Jake pulled back, licking Sarah’s slick off his lips and chin as he watched her pussy twitch and clench around nothing.

“Jake, Darlin’, what the fuck?” She whined as the hand still in his hair tried to bring him back where she needed him most.

He chuckled and looked up and at her, his green eyes met her brown ones as they sparkled. “I’m sorry Sugar. I needed to catch my breath.”

Jake squeezed one of her thighs, “Hold this for me would ya?” Sarah rolled her eyes playfully but hooked her free hand under her knee. “Thank you, Sugar,” Jake said with a smirk.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on her clit before coming back and running his middle and index finger through her folds. He felt her clit twitch and he grinned, “That feel good, pretty girl?” “Yes~” Sarah managed to respond.

All the Texan could do was bite his lip before he brought his hand back and then down against her pussy; a wet slap and the Arkansan’s moan filled the kitchen.

“Fuck, baby~” She managed before yelping when he did it again. “Does my pretty girl like that? Does she like getting her pretty pussy slapped?” Sarah’s head banged against the cabinet, “Yes! Yes, she does! Oooh fuuuck~” In the middle of her answer, Jake had slapped her cunt again.

Jake just grinned and licked what he could off his hand before grabbing her thigh again.

He held eye contact as he dove back in, lapping at the wetness between her thighs.

Obscene sounds echoed in the kitchen. The wet, sloppy noises coming from between Sarah’s thighs and the moans coming from her spit covered lips.

“Jake, fuck! Please~”

“‘Please’ what, Sugar?” Jake hummed, kitten licking her clit.

“Please make me cum! I need to cum~” Sarah whined, panting as she looked down at her boyfriend.

Jake groaned and buried his face in her center. His tongue dipped in and out of her, his nose brushing against her clit.

Sarah moaned out his name, pulling him closer as her thigh fought to close around his head – but of course Jake wasn’t about to let her do that.

He could feel her clench around his tongue before he once again created a vortex around her clit, the wet sounds sending her over the edge.

“Jake Jake Jake~ Fuuuuck!”

Her thighs trembled in his hands and her hand gripped his hair tightly.

Jake brought her down from her orgasm gently, praising her as she calmed down. “You did so good for me Sugar.”

He changed his grip on her thighs as he stood up.

“You okay Darlin’?” Jake asked with a chuckle as she panted.

Sarah nodded, humming softly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We’re gonna have to clean the kitchen before guests get here for the game…”

“In due time, Sugar… I need to take you to bed.”

“Lead the way Cowboy~”

Jake captured her lips and picked her up off the counter.

****

Jake didn’t need to see to get to their room, he’d navigated the path blindly plenty of times.

Once they got to their room, Jake dropped her on the bed – going with her because she didn’t want to part.

Sarah kissed down his throat, nails scratching the back of his head.

“Sugar, I’m wearing too many clothes,” he groaned out. “Then take them off,” she told him before kissing his neck again.

He weaved his hand into her hair and pulled her back.

“Ah~” “I can’t do that with you attached to me, Sugar.”

She pouted but let him go so he could undress. Jake smiled and stepped back.

He pulled his shirt off and went to work on his belt quickly. As he got it open and took it off, he saw Sarah reach for the bottom of the jersey.

“Jersey stays on.”

Sarah stopped moving and nodded, “Yes sir.”

Jake smirked and slipped his shoes off before sliding his pants and boxers down his legs.

He walked over and yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her yelp a little in surprise. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he pushed two fingers inside of her, scissoring them to open her up.

When he removed them, he brought them to her mouth, “Open Sugar, get a taste of how sweet you are.” She did as told and took his digits into her mouth, bobbing her head a little bit.

Jake smiled at her, gently caressing her cheek before gripping the jersey in the valley between her breasts with that same hand.

In a swift, calculated motion he pushed himself to hilt, making her gasp and moan around his fingers.

“Ooooh fuck!~”

He gave her a second before she fluttered around him and he removed his fingers to hold her hand. “You ready? I’m going hard and fast.”

“Fuck me Jake!”

He smirked, “As you wish~”

Jake started pounding into her. His fist balled up in the orange jersey and her tits moved beneath it – the friction of the material doing wonders for her. His thrusts punched moans out of her, and her moans just made him harder.

Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, and her pussy just felt so good. Jake was a southern mess above her, while she was no better underneath him.

“Fuck~ Darlin’ it’s like you was made for me,” he punctuated that with a groan.

“Pussy squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good~ I know you’s fuckin’ close, make a mess of my dick, Sugar~”

She moaned underneath him and pulled him to her lips.

Jake propped his knee up on the bed and let go of the jersey in favor of cradling her head.

“Jake, fuck~ Your cock fills me so perfectly~”

His hips stuttered and he groaned.

Sarah looked into his green eyes, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Jake melded their lips together as she came around him.

She pulled back and let out a guttural moan against his mouth, making him falter in his rhythm.

“Put a baby in me, Jake. Fill me up until it takes. Make me mama~”

The moan Jake let out was deep in core as the tingle in his spine became lightning shooting up his back and he spilled into her.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck–fuuuuck~”

He collapsed on top of her, both panting and sweaty messes.

They laid there for a few minutes, collecting themselves before Jake propped himself up on shaking arms.

“That was…” “Good.”

They laughed together before kissing sweetly.

Sarah sighed and looked over and noticed the time.

“Shit, it’s 5:30…”

“What happens at 5:30?”

“The game starts at 6, Jake.”

In his fuzzy, post-orgasmic brain it didn’t click right away.

“Why does that-”

Then it clicks.

“Shit…. They’ll be here any minute,” he hung his head.

He carefully pulled out, making them both sigh before going to the bathroom to get a rag and clean them both up.

He kissed Sarah on the forehead, “Are you gonna be okay while I go clean the kitchen?” She nodded, “We can cuddle during the game.” He smiled and pecked her lips, “I’ll put your Razorback leggings and sweatshirt out, along with some underwear.”

“Can you put your cologne on the sweatshirt?” He nodded and kissed her again. “I can do that.”

Jake got dressed and put Sarah’s clothes out, spraying his cologne on the pale yellow sweatshirt.

“Call me if you need me Sugar.” “I will.”

****

Jake gets downstairs and goes to the kitchen, immediately getting the spray and a paper towel to clean the surface of the counters.

About halfway through, the doorbell rang and he jogged over to answer it.

“Can I help- Rooster?”

Bradley just waved.

“Why did you ring the bell? You know you can just come in.”

He crossed his arms, “I needed to make sure you and Sarah were done.”

Jake was confused, “Done?”

Bradley’s face went red. “Hangman, I got here about 10 minutes ago and came in. I thought I was loud…”

Jake’s brow was still furrow but then his face dropped in realization. Bradley had heard them.

But he wasn’t embarrassed. No, he thought it was funny.

“Well, I guess that’s payback for what I’ve had to hear.”

The stairs creaked and both men looked up them.

“Oh hey Bradley!” Sarah greeted, voice a little raw. “Hey Sarah.” She looked at his red face, “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She nodded at him, not super convinced, “Okay. Um, pizza is getting made, do you think Javy would pick it up on his way?” Jake nodded, “Yeah I’ll text him.”

Jake went back to the kitchen and sent Javy a quick text before finishing the wipe down of the counter.

When 6 rolled around everyone had gotten there and the game started.

Jake had Sarah in his lap, her face buried in his shoulder during commercial breaks. By the end of the game, both had fallen asleep.

*******

A few weeks later, just before Christmas break, Sarah started feeling off.

She was tired, felt sick in the morning, and was getting emotional over everything. She thought it was her period but when she checked, she had missed it for December.

During her lunch she went and got a few tests, taking them just before coaching an away basketball game.

All three were positive.

Sarah smiled, covering her mouth as happy tears sprang to her eyes. She did a little math and the estimated date she had was the day she wore Jake’s jersey.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.

“Woo-pig.”

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 24

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis gets Honey to admit she's jealous

Warning: Lord forgive me, NSFW 18+, swearing, mentioning of dead parents, failing marriage, cheating/infidelity, semi-public sex, possessiveness, daddy kink, breeding kink, spanking, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

Note: I’m going to hell for this chapter

Song: Black Snake Moan - Blind Lemon Jefferson. I will pay money for Baz to release the movie version of this song. PLEASE!

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Ain’t got no mama now

Charles and I sit on the red velvet couch in Elvis’ suite, which is much nicer than mine might I add. I tug on my thin nightgown, incredibly insecure about the way the silk clings to my body. Marcella came knocking on my door this morning, insisting that we join them for breakfast right that very instant. My floor was packed with people which only added to the embarrassment of everything. Though I was fairly excited to see what breakfast Elvis had ordered for us, Lord knows that man’s got an appetite and I’m right behind him on that. But while I was greeted with a large assortment of sweet breakfast pastries and fresh fruit, I was also greeted by their relationship.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go wake him up.” Marcella explains, pushing past their bedroom door.

Charles and I help ourselves to a plate before plopping down in front of the TV. The next 30 minutes all I can hear is Elvis and Marcella’s muffled conversation in the next room. They aren’t exactly shouting at each other, but it’s easy to tell they aren’t happy either.

“What are they talking about in there?” Charles asks, unbelievably with wide eyes.

I chuckle at his annoyed tone, before shrugging. “You’ll have to ask daddy that one, I don’t know.” I lean down next to him with a hushed voice. “And if he tells you, you let me know.”

He smiles with a mouthful of pancakes, pointing his fork at me. “I got you, ma.”

“Well that depends on how much you wish to upset my father AND your manager.” Marcella swings open the door to the door, marching out. She only takes a few steps forward before she spins around to say one last thing to Elvis who now stands in the doorway. I shield Charles' head, trying to keep his attention on the TV in front of us, while I secretly watch the scene play out in the corner of my eye. She lowers her voice, but I can still hear it under the low volume of the cartoons. “I’m not talking about this again.” She hisses out, before storming over to the food.

She told me late last night, 'You don't need no mama no how'

All I can see is his face, leaning on the frame of the door. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, and taking a deep breath. I watch him with a frown. Do they do this often? I wonder what they were arguing about in there.

Then he steps out of the room, body now exposed to my eyes and I about lose it. His unbuttoned silk shirt hangs loosely from his shoulders, glimpses of his midriff peeking through the opening. He takes his hand from his nose, now aware that I’m sitting in the living room. He raises an eyebrow my way with a tired smirk and heavy, just woke up eyes behind the loose strands of hair that fell into his face.

Damn, he looked sexy.

He slowly stomps towards me, that smirk still plastered on his face. “Mornin’, Bumble.” He greets, a deep morning rasp still heavy on his vocal cords. His voice vibrates through the floor, sending tingles up my legs.

Lord spare me.

“Mornin, squirt.” He sneaks up behind Charles, snatching him up and rough housing him.

“Careful, he just ate.” I say, but they don’t listen. Charles laughs, smiling brightly while he play fights with his father. I shake my head with a smile, lifting my fork to my lips while I watch them in adoration. Just something bout a man that’s good with kids, you know?

It was dangerous for me to be near him lately. I don’t know what overcame me. Maybe it’s all the built up tension, but I was on the verge of losing myself to it. It’s been so bad, that I’ve been doing my best to just avoid him by all possible means. Just old feelings, he’s married, that night was a mistake. We can’t, but Lord, I want it SO BAD!

Mmm, Black snake crawlin’ in my room

Some pretty mama better get this black snake soon

Elvis laughs as he pulls away. When he sits up straight, he makes direct contact with my eyes, smile falling away. His eyes form a warning squint for half a second, like he knows exactly what thoughts plague my mind.

Honey, stop it! You can’t be looking at him like that.

Marcella comes over to us with a plate in hand. She plants a kiss on his cheek, but he just keeps looking at me. Shit, most the time he was looking everywhere but her. It don’t take no genius to know their marriage was crumbling, with or without me. Part of me feels bad for her, but the other part knows she’s playing a game in this too.

I clear my throat, awkwardly excusing myself. “Forgot a drink, I’ll be right back.” I say as I lift myself from the couch.

“I’m gonna grab somethin too.” Elvis says, following close behind me.

We walk around the corner into the next room where the food is all laid out. I pick at a few grapes on one of the trays.

“I see you like that nightgown I bought you.” He says pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

My head snaps up. Found it lying on my bed when we first came here, amongst a few other gifts. I figured it was from him, but I just wasn’t quite sure until now. “Yeah, it’s comfortable…”

He hums, leaning on one of the back counters and looking just a little too long at said gown. His unbuttoned shirt falls open, exposing his chest. His body’s grown more manly since I last saw him. He’s larger, broader, hairier. I thought he was fine as hell 10 years ago, but this does something new to me.

He notices me eyeing him, lip curling over the rim of his drink.

Oh, he’s playing with me now. He knows how fine he is. I need to up the stakes.

I walk around the center island until I’m right in front of him. I bend over slowly, reaching for a grape once more, arching my back real nice for him, knowing the thin dress material would show right through to my panties to anyone that looked close enough, and I knew he would.

“Hey, um Charles asked if I’d bring him down to the pool. Is that alright?”

I snap up, grape flinging out of my hand. Luckily, Elvis catches it before it can land on the ground. He looks at me with an eyebrow raise, popping the fruit in his mouth. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

She gulps, nervously, but composes herself quick. “Okay. Maybe when you’re done eating, the two of you can join us down there.” Then she turns around to gather Charles, before exiting the suite. Guilt fills my heart. She knows very well something is up between us.

I spin around towards Elvis, about to stop all his behavior until I lay eyes on him. His arms are crossed, the cup he once held is on the counter beside him, empty. He clears his throat. “You know, Jerry told me the things you been sayin. Bout that ring you should be wearin.” That traitor! He rubs his chin, looking down at my hand. “Tryna nab the crown get the king, hmm?”

I scoff. ‘King’. “Please, you sound so full of yourself.”

He chuckles dryly. “Do I now? Throwin yourself at me in public, goin out with men for the sole purpose of grabbin my attention, then actin like it didn’t happen when I finally confront you about it.” He shakes his head down at me. “Just admit you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t.” I cross my arms.

“Bumble.” He warns deeply.

I huff, side eyeing him. “Fine. Maybe I was…”

He laughs, obnoxiously loud and fake. “WAS? Honey James? Jealous? Now I heard it all.”

I roll my eyes, stepping forward to walk back into the living room, but before I can barely move, he grabs my arm, stopping me. He looks down at me darkly with those same hooded eyes from that day. Ooo. “Quit lookin at me like that.” I beg more than order.

He bites his lip, pushing off the counter to trap me between him and the island, his arms on either side of me. “Me? Lookin at you? Please, you sound so full of yourself.” My breath hitches against his chest, all confidence I previously had out the window. I didn’t think my little seduction trick would actually work and I definitely didn’t think me running my mouth would backfire so quickly. “Look at you like what, babygirl? I always look at you like this.”

I swallow hard, legs clenching together tightly. “It ain’t right.”

He shakes his head condescendingly. “Mm mm, I’ll be decidin what’s right and wrong here. You done enough recently.”

Black snake is evil

Black snake is all I see

He spins me around, bending me over like how I was before. Not a second later, I feel a hard smack against my ass. I gasp, shocked he actually has the nerve to do something like this, but doing nothing to stop him.

“This what you wanted?” I cry out, adrenaline rushing through my body as he plants another one down. “Teasin me in front of everyone. Throwin yourself at other men.” He pauses, catching his breath while he looks down at me. He drops his voice. “It killed you bein second, didn’t it? You just couldn’t accept your place.”

Oh, that does it!

I throw myself up, turning around so we’re eye level. I point my finger at him. “You- That ring should be on my finger.”

He backs me further into the counter, the ledge pressing hard against my back and his pelvis hard against my front. “So you finally admit it? Jealous I never put a ring on you when I shoulda? You wanna milk me dry of everything I have just like her? Put a baby in you and everything, but it still ain’t enough.” He lifts me up by my thighs with a grunt, setting me on top of the counter. My legs instinctively hook around him, knowing exactly where that man belongs and couldn’t be pried open until he gave me what I needed. He massages the silk of my dress into my thighs, whispering against my neck. “I’ll put another one in you if you want me to, Bumble.”

“Elvis!” I whisper shout in absolute shock.

He leaves a lick on my collarbone, making me shiver under his touch. “Say the word. I’ll fill you up nice and full over and over again just like I used to. Put another little baby in you for everyone to see. Make all those men quit lookin at what’s mine, cause they know you’re walkin around full of me.”

Fuck.

Did he ever wonder if I got pregnant that night? He knew the crime we committed and what could come of it. Deep down I think we both knew and wanted it. Knew it would bring us back together again.

He ghosts over my lips, waiting for me to break down and give in. I rest my hands on his shoulders, fingers trembling in weakness and low self control. “Elvis, your wife is downstairs.”

He swiftly shakes his head, with a cold laugh. “I don’t give a damn if that woman was standin right in front of me. You’re my girl, my number one. You weren’t never second to her, baby. I hope you know that.” I tremble at his words while he kisses at my chest with his soft lips. He nibbles at the skin of my breasts every now and again, simultaneously groping at my backside.

Oh, those lips. I’ve missed them so bad.

His cock throbs against me, causing my insides to convulse around nothing. I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, throwing my head back with a moan. He hums against my skin. “I missed those sounds, baby.”

Just let him do it. PLEASE!

“Please.”

“Please what, darlin?”

Oh, just let him ravish you!

“Stop.” I say barely convincingly, grinding against him as I say the word. I had hoped he’d come to his senses and stop himself, because I definitely don’t have a good enough heart nor the strength to stop on my own, but he doesn’t seem to have the intention of stopping any time soon, so I guess I’ll be the one to speak up before we do something we’ll regret.

He lifts his head up to look me in the eyes. My heart despises me for not being able to just shut up. I pant, hungry for air. It felt like a whole body workout trying to push away all this pent up lust. “Bumble, I can feel how wet you are through your in’imates. You’re practically fuckin me through ‘em right now. Who you think you’re foolin?” He bucks his hips forward, his clothed hardness jabbing me right at my opening. I bite my lips together, holding back a hiss while I tighten up painfully, NEEDING to be around something.

“We can’t- We shouldn’t.”

“Nobody’s gonna know. I promise. I don’t care if they find out anyway.” His words mumble against my neck, vibrating through my skin. He hikes up my dress to my waist, rubbing circles into the flesh of my thighs.

“Elvis, please. It’s hard enough as it is.”

He halts his movements, looking me dead in my glossy eyes. “Tell me you want me to stop and I will.”

I close my eyes tight, whining out a hopeless moan. How could I tell him to stop when I wanted him so bad? I couldn’t say it. I groan, before taking his head in my hands and crashing my mouth against his for an pathetically needy kiss, immediately sucking at his tongue in the process.

Woke up this morning

black snake moved in on me

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby. So bad.” He growls against my lips.

I rub my hands up and down his chest, touching him anywhere I could manage. One heated kiss after the other. He groans, quickly making work of my underwear, lifting my legs so he can pull them down and throw them to the ground.

He was right, I’m dripping for him. He plays in my wetness, spreading it around my clit. “Still so pretty for me.” My body shutters under his touch. I whine out ‘please’ after ‘please’, begging for more. I swear I could cum from this alone. My body has been so desperate, so hungry, waiting for his touch again, I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring me to the edge.

He pulls his dick out from his silk bottoms, swirling the tip against me like he was previously doing with his fingers. “Need me that bad, darlin?” Lord, I needed him to the point of tears.

I nod, laying back into the countertop, ignoring the hardness against my body.

“So bad you gotta prance around the hotel in lace and no bra in front of my wife? You want her to see, don’t you?” He holds the tip at my entrance, teasing it by only pushing in a centimeter before pulling away and doing that over and over again. “You want her to walk in, seein me fill my princess, seein that I came back to you. Bet it makes you feel real special.” My eyes could have rolled to the back of my head. “You do like that, don’t you? Never knew my little bumble bee was such a bad girl.”

He stops his movements, holding himself at my hole, which was trying so desperately to suck him into place. I arch my back, trying to move my hips down onto him, but he holds me still. “You ain’t let no other man take you, did ya?” He asks proudly, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head, lips sealed tight, knowing if I tried speaking a single word it would only come as a hysterical scream of lust.

“Daddy’s pussy’s still as tight as I left it then? Still sweet? Waitin for me?”

I let out a sob, biting my finger. Some of my wetness rolls down my ass and drips onto the tile floor while I clench around the small bit of him he offers me.

“Who’s got you all wet like that? Hmm? Tell me.”

“You, Elvis.”

“Is it me?”

“Elvis, please!”

He caresses my face. “Shh, I know, baby. It’s okay. Daddy always takes care of his baby, just like he promised.”

Oh, I was on the brink of insanity.

Slowly, he enters me, hissing when he feels me squeeze tight around him, muscles contracting, hungry to feel full again. “I love you, Bumble. Fuck, I love you.” I gasp out, clawing for his hips, wanting him in me as deep and soon as possible. He fills me, claiming me as his own again. “Ooo, that’s all mine, baby.” My eyes cross at all the sensations I’m feeling.

He bottoms out, watching with a prideful but craving smile as I trash and whimper on his dick. My walls sting with a stretch, having to learn how to accommodate him all over again. My hands reach out for anything to hold just to help me get a grip on myself. Oh, this is what I’ve been waiting for. All those years. He groans, feeling my pulse all the way through my pussy. I breathe deeply, basking in the feeling that was him.

Then, he pulls back, head dragging painfully slowly along my tight walls, and right as he’s about to thrust back in and claim his prize, the front door knob jiggles, echoing through the otherwise quiet house.

My eyes spring open. He quickly yanks himself out of my clutches, leaving me quivering and empty. I have to hold my hands over my mouth to stop myself from crying out in agony of being SO CLOSE, yet so far to FINALLY getting what I needed. Now more than ever, I just needed to feel him ruin my cervix in the most filthy and animalistic ways possible.

The door creaks open, slamming shut behind whoever entered. I jump off the counter, pushing him even further away from me while he tucks himself back into his pants. I fix myself to look presentable, but I still look obviously tousled.

The sound of footsteps echo across the floor, making their way closer and closer to us until revealing Marcella. She huffs. “Sorry, forgot to grab sunscre-. You’re still eating? What’re guys doing in here?”

“Talkin.”

She looks between the two of us suspiciously. “Bout what?”

I know for a fact that she can see my watery eyes and heavy breathing, so I say the only thing I could think of at that moment. “My parents.” Elvis snaps his head towards me. “They died a while back…in a car accident.” I bite my lip, trying my best to portray sadness through my body language. Elvis looks at me in disbelief.

She drops her arms, looking at me with a pout. “Oh Honey. I’m so sorry.” She comes right up to me and pulls me into a hug. You know, sometimes she can take the whole nice act a little too far sometimes, but right now, I just pray she doesn’t smell the familiar scent of her husband on my body.

I look down at the ground, noticing my panties right next to her foot. My eyes widen as I quickly kick them over to Elvis, who steps on them, hiding them with his big ass feet. I roll my eyes, hoping this moment would end already.

She pulls away, flashing me a soft smile, before walking into their bedroom. Once she’s out of sight, I turn back to Elvis who still has that shocked look on his face. “What?” I ask, frustrated with my hands on my hips.

“Did you just use your dead parents to buy you out of homewreckin?” He whispers, astonished.

I pick up another grape, throwing it at him, on purpose this time, but he just catches it again, eating it with a grin. “Don’t speak to me.” I stomp away into the dining area.

Angrily he follows. “Oh, now you’re mad at me?”

“Yes.”

“And what did I do?”

Not fuck me. “Exist.” I get to the dining table, before spinning around to face him. He stops just as quickly from being so close on my tail. “And give me my panties back.” I whisper demandingly, noticing them in his hand.

He smirks. “Nah, darlin, they’re mine now. You can get ‘em back later.” He says stuffing them in his pocket. He’s asking to get caught. I roll my eyes, turning away from him, but he stops me. I raise a confused eyebrow at him, while he backs me into the table this time. “We ain’t finished yet.”

Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you

He pulls my dress up, slipping a hand underneath, while simultaneously watching over my shoulder. As insane as I think he is, I can’t help but lift my leg out of his way so he can deepen his touches. He starts fingering me fast, rubbing his palm in all the right spots, knowing I still must be close. He leans in whispering dirty dreams in my ear.

“I never got to see you all swollen with my baby, Bumble. I miss playin house with you, baby. Don’t you? Mama ever miss playin with Daddy? Shit, you been drivin me insane. I swear I could kill the next man that looks at you.”

I snap my eyes shut, biting down hard against my lips and grasping down even harder against the ledge of the table. He looks down at me with a grin, before looking over my shoulder once more. Then, he bends down, getting on his knees, hand still inside me. His free hand lifts my dress higher, holding it at breast level, and before I know it, he’s lapping at my folds. His fingers begin moving even faster and I have to focus all the more on keeping quiet. He swirls his tongue around my clit, sucking at it with such intent and passion that my knees buckle, nearly giving out beneath me.

“Do you know where the sunscreen is, baby?” I freeze, face mortified and body in a state of confusion and panic when Elvis continues on.

He lazily lifts his head, checking his view over my leg before nonchalantly answering. “Check the closet.” He licks his bottom lip, and like that, he’s right back at it.

Oh my God. It’s wrong. It’s so wrong. I’m going to hell.

He cups my ass, my dress in return falling against the bridge of his nose. I gather it in my hands, pulling it out of his way. I insecurely hold the fabric against my chest while I have to look away from him, in fear of fully acknowledging this is actually happening.

His hand holds me still while he presses his face harder into me. His tongue works long licks, parting my folds on his way down to where his fingers are and then back up to my clit again. My body starts to shake and I feel that pressure rising. A squeak escapes my lips, causing him to speed his movements. Within seconds, I’m losing myself on top of him. He reaches up to cover my mouth, so my cries become inaudible and I slap my hands over top his to press it more firmly against my mouth, terrified of being heard. I pulse against his fingers on my way down from my high. He tries to give me as much time as he can to regain myself, then pulls away, not wanting to risk waiting too long ang getting caught.

What's the matter now?

Honey what's the matter now?

Sugar, what's the matter, don't like no black snake no how

He stands, eyeing my parted lips which are gasping for air. He takes one of his wet fingers, gliding it across my bottom lip. I open my mouth further, taking his fingers in and he watches as I suck my own wetness from around his engagement ring, breathing heavily even after I pull away.

“Found it! Alright, I’ll be down at the pool!” Marcella shouts, the front door slamming shut soon after.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that.

I place my hand on my head, staring into the floor while I come up with any possible reasoning to excuse my sins. Elvis takes notice of my uneasiness, and cups my cheek, leaving an affectionate kiss against my lips, the taste of me still present on his tongue. “Honey, I love you.” He whispers.

My eyebrows furrow upward, feeling weak in the situation I’ve found myself in. “How can I believe that when you’re still with her.”

He wraps his other arm around my torso, bringing me in toward him. “I tried telling her that I wanna break things off, but she’s real in denial about it.”

I rest my head against his chest, swallowing the lump in my throat. “How can I trust that you’re telling the truth? You hurt me bad, Elvis.” He winces at my words. “How do I know you won’t do it again?”

He quickly pulls away to cup my face again, desperately looking into my eyes. I close my eyes, snuggling into the warmth of his hand against my cheek. “Do what again? Honey, I’m tryin everything I can. I’m sorry for leavin you. I’m so sorry. I think about it every day, because everything I do always comes back to you. I never shoulda left you, Bumble. You were the best thing I ever had. I’m sorry for hurtin you.”

I take a deep breath, pulling my head from his hands. “But you’re always puttin Colonel first. You let some woman take my place cause you were too scared what the Colonel and everyone else would do. You were always tellin me that you’d fight for us, that you didn’t care what others thought, that I had no reason to worry, then look what you turned around a did.” I sniffle, feeling tears swell up in my eyes. “Baby, she don’t even love you.” My quivering voice manages out. “The only reason she’s even nice to us is so you don’t leave her. She knows how stupid it would be to leave a millionaire husband.”

He tenses uncomfortably. “That how you feel about me? You want a millionaire husband.” He asks quietly.

My body slumps over hopelessly. “Do you think that’s what I wanted in Tupelo?” He looks down at the floor. I carefully walk towards him, cupping his face like he had done to me a few seconds ago. “I know you been hurt since I last saw you, but, baby, it’s me. You know who I am. And it breaks my heart that you even have to ask that.” With a tear falling down my face, I step back, shaking my head. “None of this should have happened.”

“Baby, please.”

He reaches back out for my hand, but I only bring it closer to me. “No, let's just forget any of this ever happened, okay? I’m sorry for all the stress I been causin. We’ll just finish this residency, go back home, and continue on as normal. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?”

He stands speechless.

I shake my head, turning around to walk towards the front door.

“You still comin to the show tonight, right?”

I glance over my shoulder at his lost puppy eyes. My lip quivers at the sight, but I bite it down. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Wonder where my black snake gone?

Black snake mama done run my darlin' home

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Catching her Chapter 6 (7)

/ Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Season 1-3 // THE QUARRY

word count: 4421

Updated

Instead of the comforts of a viable society, she had gotten two rednecks. They had arrived in a whirlwind a week after the initial incident. And a day after Quinn had run out of food.

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Lil AI visualisation of Quinn and Daryl hunting :D not a fan of ai art but i like it imitation of real people

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The days had been long and arduous for the small group. The repetition of scavenging fuel and driving from farm to farm was futile, quickly they became overcome by exhaustion and frustration. The hot Georgian sun did nothing to soothe their troubles. So when Daryl suggested heading to a nearby creek even Merle, who had set himself up as the group's de facto leader, agreed.

“If we take one of the off roads by the Jefferson farm we can avoid using the highway.” Quinn looked up from the map at the two men who were busy packing their things into the bed of the truck.

“Jeffersons have too many cattle gates, I'm not stopping and getting outta the damn’ truck every five goddamn minutes.” Merle slammed a bag down onto the metal, wiping away the sweat on his furrowed brow. Focusing on Quinn and looking at her with scorn.

“They left those gates open when shit went down, hell all the farmers probably did.” Daryl was turned away from Merle, but he could feel the glare Merle sent boring into him. Letting out a long breath he rubbed his face, looking at Quinn for a moment before facing his brother.

“What way do you suggest we go?” Merle's face turned a deep shade of red in anger, and he rushed up to his brother and stared him down.

“Why don't you take your goddamn high heels off and go look at the map Darylina.” He pointed to Quinn and continued.

“Maybe Her Royal Highness can do some actual work for once.”

“I am doing work, finding a way for us to get to the creek. The only other damn way to get there is by foot or on the highway so which do you wanna do?” The woman got up from her seat, pulling the map in front of her and waving it. Merle snatched it from her hands, pushing it straight into Daryls. Quinn sent him an apologetic look.

“Then we’re walkin’.” His reply was short and blunt. Neither bothered to argue any further, choosing to just pack a bag and swallow down their grievances. The three of them quickly headed out deeper into the woodland.

The canopy of the woods provided enough shelter from the sun and cast an array of shadows across the path. Quinn had her eyes trained on it in hopes of catching some tracks. Daryl had joined her further back from Merle, both enjoying the periodical silence from the man.

They had passed the Jefferson farm half a mile back and sure enough, the gates had been left open. Quinn made sure to give Merle a pointed look, brow cocked up in an ‘I told you so’ manner., Much to Daryl's amusement, and then to his greater joy, Merle had nothing to say other than storming further ahead.

He absorbed himself into Quinn's smile as he watched, her creased eyes and her vibrant energy feeding him. Subconsciously mapping her out inside his head. He felt uncomfortable and overwhelmed, snatching his gaze back down to the floor, locking his eyes to the dry carpet of grass and twigs below him.

“You got family waitin’ for you out there?” Daryl looked at her shyly and her face faltered slightly before it picked up into a weak smile. She laughed slightly and shook her head, no. Daryl felt a flash of guilt for a minute, a pregnant pause before she spoke.

“I’ve been on my own for a while, but I guess maybe my uncle.” She spoke carefully and Daryl noticed, his gut feeling calling to him.

“No folks?” He thought for a second,

“Didn’t you say your old man taught you to hunt?” a strain bolted through his chest.

“I don’t talk about my father. Haven't seen that asshole in years.” Her face became unreadable to him like she’d been carried away by some unknown force. Somewhere he felt like he couldn’t reach her. And the moment started to sour.

“What, didn’t get you the Porsche you wanted?” Daryl had scrambled for something to say, and he felt himself inwardly cringe at the statement. Uncomfortable laughter filling the momentary silence until he pulled a few steps away. She laughed but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was back though, from wherever she’d disappeared to.

“What about your parents? I don't see you driving a Porsche either.” Daryl felt a little hollow at the thought of his family, he didn't like to admit it but his parents had left him with more than physical scars. Sleepless nights filled with dreams clouded in smoke reminded him of the fact.

“My Mom died when I was a kid, my dad went when the world fell to shit. It's just been me and Merle mostly. Sometimes Lyn would take care of us when she was still around.” His mouth felt dry and he hoped Merle wasn't listening to them. But the older Dixon was much further ahead, still working off his rage from earlier.

“It was a fire that got my Mom, you could see the damn smoke from halfway across town. Everyone was talking about it, hell it was a goddamn mess, Merle was gone at the time.” Quinn looked down, avoiding Daryl's eyes. He felt colder at her reaction, anticipating the sting of blooming rejection.

“I'm sorry about your mom.” Daryl felt his gut twist harder until she went on.

“I Get it, in a small Way. My folks are gone too.” She took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was 12 when I went to live with my Godparents. But we didn't get on. I haven't seen them in years.” Daryl felt guilty to be relieved by her admission, another part of him cherishing it.

“I guess the people that went before the end are the lucky ones, they don't have to see the world go to shit.” Quinn filled the momentary silence and Daryl hummed in agreement.

Even with both staring at the floor, unable to face one another, they’d almost missed the tracks in front of them. Deep and fresh darting sharply across the path. Daryl identified it as rabbit tracks before he’d shown her, but kept quiet, for Quinn. Waiting with apprehension to see if his lessons were paying off. Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing in concentration as she thought. The light sway of the canopy's shadows danced across her skin in the breeze, Catching Daryl's eye as he patiently waited for Quinn's answer. Sneaking small glances her way as she focused.

“It’s a rabbit, probably a big one based on the depth of them ?” The last part came out unsure and she looked to Daryl for confirmation.

The younger Dixon wanted to say more but instead, He nodded to her, bending down to show her a second and third set of tracks hidden further in the underbrush, a smaller one, a female and perhaps an older kit based on the time of year. Quinn gratefully accepted the information, a serious expression marked her face as she tried to commit it to memory.

“Hold back lil bro,'' Merle called from ahead, disturbing the peaceful moment.

He had stopped about 40 ft in front of them, on the edge of the hill. Scanning the expanse that contained the Quarry below. His face was stern, mind deep in thought for a minute before backing away from the hill and lightly jogging towards the waiting pair.

“Looks like there's a group at the Quarry, Buncha city folks from the looks of it.” He scowled, and Daryl joined him. Worried about whatever plan Merle was currently forming.

“I say we head down and make ourselves friendly, We’ve not seen anyone since we’ve been on the road.” Quinn looked at him as he spoke, Daryl felt her questioning gaze and ignored it.

Merle shuffled in place, fidgeting with the handgun by his side. A small smile grew on his face that made Daryl's concern skyrocket. It was the same look he’d seen a million times since they were kids. A look that meant Daryl was going to have to follow along with whatever plan Merle had thrown together and either stop it or mitigate the harm.

“Sure we say hello, Maybe they got some broads hiding down there. It's damn time I had some fun. BUT.” And he paused for a second, letting the silence stagnate in the afternoon heat for a moment before continuing.

“The first chance we get, We're taking their damn shit and leaving.”

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The three had quickly headed to the Quarry, Quinn filled with worry. Each step felt like a nail in the coffin. And when they finally met with these strangers the feeling only grew, making her feel stifled and uneasy.

‘Shane’ greeted them first, gun in hand and a scowl scratched across his face. Dale was close behind him, the more reasonable of the two. Allowing them a chance to explain their intrusion on the small community. Quinn had kept noticeably quiet, a step behind Daryl looking over his shoulder to the scene commencing before her.

Shane kept a close watch on the three as Daryl explained their abilities in tracking and other skills. She felt a little ill watching the show he was performing, executing his lies perfectly. Just the way Merle told him to. An offering to share their knowledge with the inhabitants and other false promises eventually won the approval of Dale. Who she noted was at least smart enough to agree with Shane, they wouldn't be trusted just yet.

They worked on blending into the group, as best as they could. Quinn had tried her hardest to connect with people over the following weeks but found herself feeling wracked with guilt every time she did. The knowledge of the impending betrayal too much to look past for her. The few people she could interact with left her yearning for her pills and the familiar ease they granted her. Like they replenished her ability to connect, one that she’d long since burned through. Her eyes looked to her shaking hands and quickly shoved them into her pockets, the extra tension on her jeans hugging her.

She felt Lori’s eyes on her, creeping up her neck. Shane would be staring too, wherever he was, tucked away from her view. They were always following her. Stares filled with such disdain when their son got too close, acutely aware of just what she was.

“Hey Quinn, Get over here!” Amy waved to her from the small beach by the water where the other women had gathered. Breaking the tension and allowing Quinn to leave the couple's domain.

“Good morning. How's it going?” She headed down the slight incline to the beach. Once at the bottom, she gave Amy a thankful smile. Grateful for the younger girl and her naivety. Lending needed reprieve from the judgement she felt from some of the other campers.

“It’s going good, got most of the east covered. Be done in a few days.” Quinn announced to the waiting ladies, Jaqui and Miranda giving a small smile in greeting. She felt their eyes dart around anywhere but at the ladies. Her clothes started to feel heavier, and more restricting. Like her skin was too tight.

“It’s gotta be scary going out alone like that?” Amy asked, face washed with concern as she looked at Quinn.

“S’Nothing, Just putting a few traps isn’t gonna catch a walker but will probably get us some dinner if we’re lucky,” she said, looking down at the stony floor.

“Andrea’s going to try and teach me how to fish.” Amy leaned in closer when she said it, an almost sarcastic cry on her lips.

“I just hope she’s a better fisherman than Carl, that poor kid has been trying to catch a frog since we got here.” Her laughter was joined by the other ladies, who took joy in teasing the young boy.

“I’ll have to ask Daryl to borrow a spare flashlight, Maybe we should help the kid.” Jaqui snorted at Quinn's words, adding to them.

“If Lori would let you near him, she's had him on lockdown with Sophia since you Dixons arrived,” Jaqui spoke kindly, even if her words cut. Miranda rolled her eyes, tutting something to herself in Spanish.

“Like I would want my kids around that Ed, Lori’s got it all wrong, but it's no wonder when she spends half her time in the woods.” Miranda let out a curt laugh at the end, sarcasm coating her words.

“What's she even doing out there anyway?” Amy asked, which sent the whole group into another chorus of laughter. Amy’s confused face only added fuel.

“Don't worry about it.” Miranda cut Jaqui off from explaining, giving her a sharp look and a small kick to the foot.

The women around her carried on their conversation with one another as she let her mind wander. And as it did most days since they arrived at the Quarry she thought about the Dixon brothers. They had been regularly leaving on hunts, going out alone together and returning at strange hours. Furious whispers from both passed between them in an unintelligible argument around their campfire. Separate from everyone else’s. There was a knotted tension in her stomach and like that first night in the City, she wondered if they were planning to leave her behind too.

After some time basking in the sunrise, she left the women behind once everyone else started to wake. Returning to her camp and waiting. When the boys had finally returned from their ‘hunting’ trip, Merle robbed their small encampment of peace by delving straight into the tent, swearing in a fit of rage. Minutes later his exit was followed by the click of a lighter and the smell of burnt chemicals filling the air. Quinn probed the familiar ache in her chest, the poignant air reaching her nose making her hands itch and her feet bounce. Daryl appeared from the edge of the woods a minute later, red in the face with heavy footfalls stomping across the distance.

“You ok?” The words were forced from her mouth, falling out too quickly and high-pitched. She cringed.

It was like he’d only just realised her presence, looking at her. She saw his widened eyes and the panic that was written in them, face flushed with sweat. Until it was gone, replaced by his signature scowl.

“M’Fine.” He grumbled. She stared at him, studying his face for some explanation.

“Bullshit.” She let her bitterness seep through to her words.

“God Dammit woman!” His whole body tensed and she prepared herself for the battle that was to ensue. But it didn't come. Instead, he rubbed his hands into his face, turning away from her and towards the tent. She couldn't see his face anymore but his shoulders started to relax and she wondered if it was safe to speak yet.

“I’m going back out, I found us a deer trail.” Daryl still didn't turn towards her, his frame haloed by the white glow of the morning sun. “You get your shit, we're leaving in 20.”

Despite the neglect she felt from him over the past week, she happily accepted the opportunity to spend some time away from the camp. She hopped out of her seated position and bee-lined it towards her bag, which had stayed packed and ready.

“Merle comin?” She inquired, pausing halfway towards her tent.

“No, he’s going out with the group to Atlanta ” Despite her surprise she didn't question it, a small part of her was glad he would be absent from the trip.

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The forest was flooded with life, just not the kind that could be hunted. The younger Dixon had grown deeply more frustrated as time went on. Quinn stayed silent alongside him since they left the encampment and it only made his unease worse. Her continued silence was a mark of disapproval that he couldn't shake. He knew robbing these folks wasn't right. He’d tried to bide his time with Merle, but trying to convince the stubborn mule was growing ever more impossible. He had grown depressed at the thought that for the first time in his life, he reached an impasse where he felt like he had an option that as devastating as it was, meant more than picking Merle, his blood.

And then Quinn. Who wasn't a complete part of the group but also wasn't his blood. She would want him to make the right choice. He’d seen her talking with the women in the group, even seen her talking to Glenn and her guilty eyes said all he needed to hear. He had also grown to, in a small way, care for the community around him and he felt his own eyes reflecting that same guilt.

“Daryl, Look.” She said, pointing to some deer scat and further up some visible tracks.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, studying the trail. Moving his shocked eyes back to her.

“Good girl, I almost missed ‘em.” Her entire face stiffened and for a second Daryl thought he had said something wrong, until she offered him a smile, looking to the floor and thanking him quickly.

“If we move fast, we might be able to catch it before morning.” And with that, he pushed himself further up the trail leaving Quinn to catch up.

The Dixons' frustration was back in full force by the time the two had set up a makeshift camp late into the night. The deer was elusive, seemingly right in front of them at some points but invisible to the hunter and his companion.

“We’ll catch her, don't stress yourself out.” She said, polishing some of his arrows. Holding them near the flames of the fire to catch glimpses of her distorted reflection.

He grunted in response to her, working on skinning one of the many squirrels bound across his chest. The two continued in the silence that had marinated between them all day until the man felt like he was suffocating under it.

“You trust those people?” He knew he was putting her on the spot with his question, looking straight to her for an answer.

“No. And they sure as hell still don't trust us.” She spoke quickly, Movements a little harsher now than before. Daryl looked at her, head tilted waiting for her to continue.

“But I think most of them are good people, I'm not a fan of officer asshat and his girlfriend though.” the younger Dixon gave a nod to the girl, agreeing with her before adding.

“Dale told me Lori’s husband died, Shanes was his best damn friend.” The man sniggered at the end, finishing with the squirrel and adding it to the fire. Turning another round slightly to cook it evenly.

He pulled out his bag and from it, a large bottle of whisky, waiting for her reply while taking a long swig from it. It burned the back of his throat sending warmth into his chest, it felt good against the cool summer evening. He passed the bottle to Quinn quickly after.

“Damn, figured she was too uptight for something so illicit. Kinda makes me like her more.” She smiled and tipped the bottle up to her lips. Daryl watched her face contort in disgust for a second, before going back to a large grin.

“Dumb bitch acts like we’re gonna rob her.” He vented, Lori's dislike of the three had been open and clear from the moment they had turned up to camp. And he justified that they hadn't done anything warranting suspicion.

“But we are, Right?” The hunter grew uncomfortable under her gaze, the spotlight on him blinding. He knew he’d eventually have to talk to her about it. But the weight on his chest at the thought of betraying Merle grew heavy. Would he think he was a pussy? Would she?

Quinn hesitantly brought the bottle to her lips one last time and passed it to him. Who sat in a stoic silence, thinking over his options.

“No” he pulled the cooked squirrel off the fire. Aggressively shoving it towards her before standing up, “I gotta take a piss.”

Daryl thought he hadn’t needed the approval of his brother for a long time, but for the first time in his life, he truly didn't care. Merle could call him a pussy, or that stupid damn nickname forever if he wanted. He ground his foot into the ground by the base of the tree he had found, forcefully pulling up his fly and taking a deep breath. He had someone more to think about now than just Merle and himself, a whole group of people relying on him to keep them fed and safe. He didn't want to let them down or keep seeing the guilt that iced over her eyes.

When he headed back Quinn was already eating the last of her squirrel while keeping a dedicated eye on his, turning it a half inch every few minutes. He observed her from his place at the edge of the small clearing and felt something in his chest burn, in the kind of way his numbed hands did under the fire's warmth after long hours shovelling snow. And his lips wavered into a small smile, if only for a second. Then she looked out into the dark in his direction, and he felt like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn't be.

When they finally decided to rest, He insisted on staying up first to keep watch. Promising Quinn that he’d wake her up when he needed to sleep, but never doing so. Instead watching over her resting form with brows knitted in concern. Her face was stuck with fear, her body thrashing against the air, and after a while silent tears wet her cheeks. Barely visible under the dying embers of the fire. Eventually with a huff he pulled himself from his spot and sat next to her, and began to hum a melody could barely remember. One his mother had once sung to him but of which the words had been lost.

The morning dew hung heavy on the two hunters, who had woken up and immediately picked up where they had left the day before. The deer was getting closer to them, each broken twig, track and disturbed piece of brush leading them to their destination.

“Careful.” He ushered her through a particularly dense part of the woods, pushing back a thrones branch for her to pass.

She thanked him as she passed and waited for him, the two joining shoulder to shoulder at a steady pace. Dixon pointed out various wildlife along their stalk. He saw as her brows furrowed into a knot, giving him her full concentration. Occasionally the two stopped, Dary passing her his crossbow and watching with a smirk on his face as she shot down a squirrel. She struggled with the weight of the heavy weapon and he could see the muscles in her arm straining to hold it up. Despite that though, she was almost as good a shot as him.

“Fuck, Daryl look she's over there.” She practically threw Daryl's crossbow back to him, her voice despite its quiet tone sent a shiver of urgency through him.

He twisted around, pulling up to aim as fast as he could and shot a bolt but the opportunity was gone. The doe ran into the brush before he could see if the shot landed or not. He wildly started shooting as fast as he could, running after it. The wind pushed against his back, flipping his hair into his eyes and he wanted to pull it out. Or scream in frustration and rip the stupid deer apart with his own hands. The anticipation of the hunt killed him.

“This goddamn fuckin’ deer.” He didn't dare shout, stopping and just calling out loud enough for Quinn to hear. Taking a moment to catch his breath The woman slowly crept towards where the deer had last been, searching the ground and surrounding trees fervently.

“They landed!” She exclaimed, running towards him with a grin spread across her face.

“Booyah!” He exclaimed a wide smile pulled across his own. Grabbing her arm and pulling them to the direction the doe had bolted.

They stumbled across enough blood after a few minutes that tracking the deer became as easy as following the line splattered across the forest floor in red. It led them straight back in the direction of the camp. The two were equally relieved at the thought of finally going back to their makeshift civilization.

When they were only metres away from breaking the treeline his stomach started to sink as he heard the group's loud bickering.

“Oh, Jesus.” Dale didn't seem pleased to see the two when they finally emerged from the treeline. Looking towards the source of the mayhem they found their deer alongside the body of a walker, whose head lay beside it. Snapping and biting at the air.

“Son of a b*tch. That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this… filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!” Kicking at its headless corpse he released his built-up frustration in a crescendo of violence.

“Calm down, son. This isn't helping.” Quinn cringed at the older man's words, having already started to back away from the gathering crowd.

“What do you know about it, old man?” Daryl rushed towards Dale.

“Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "on Golden Pond"? I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison.” He calmed himself down, looked at the girl who’d carefully headed a few steps into the tree line and started pulling the arrows from the deer.

“What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?” He motioned around the deer, but everyone looked disgusted at the sight.

“I would not risk that.” Shane’s voice cut through him, but he didn't disagree.

“That's a damn shame. I got some squirrels. About a dozen or so. That'll have to do.” He signed heavily, trying to find Quinn again, who’d slipped around the group towards Amy.

The walker’s head below him snapped its teeth, its decaying face exposing the inside of its mouth. The sight threw Daryl into a silent rage. Amy’s cry as she was led away by Quinn only angered him more.

“Come on people what the hell? Don't y'all know nothing?” He shot the creature with his arrow, pulling it out and wiping it clean on his pants.

“It's gotta be the brain!”

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His Sunshine in the Darkness: I'm Safe in Her Heart

Back again with anotha' one. Welcome to His Sunshine in the Darkness Part Two!

Here is where things start picking up. You should already have idea of what's about to go down in this chapter so I'm not even gonna hold y'all.

Here's Part One, in case any of you guys missed it!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Main Character Death

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Everything was going so well for Miles... until it wasn't.

It all happened so fast. It was the start of summer, Miles' sophomore year becoming nothing more than a distant sweet memory. His dad left for work that morning, along with his mom. One of the last things he told him,

"Have a good day at work, papá. I love you." Jefferson smiled that good-natured smile, hugging his son in his famous bear hugs as the boy laughed at his antics.

"Will do, son. I love you too." And he was out the door with a large hand around his mom's waist.

That was the last time he'd seen him so alive.

The next time Miles would see his dad was in the hospital, lying on the bed with his mother weeping over his body. He and Uncle Aaron stood behind her. He felt the weight of his tío's hand on his shoulder while he rubbed his mamá's heaving back.

It was the only thing teetering him to this Earth. The only thing that was keeping him mentally here. He could feel the memories of what had happened earlier that led him to this point.

Seeing the building collapse from the window of his room.

Turning on the news to see his dad's body placed in an ambulance.

Reading the news headline, "NYPD Captain in Critical Condition After Saving A Little Girl From Building Collapse."

Seeing Uncle Aaron on the other side of the door, telling Miles they were going to the hospital to see his dad.

Clinging onto Uncle Aaron as he sped through the streets on his motorcycle, silently praying for his dad to be alright.

Hearing his dad's final words as he stood on Death's doorstep.

"I will always love you, Rio. You're... the love of my life. Aaron, despite... despite our differences, you'll always... always be my baby brother. Take... take care of Rio and Miles for me, yeah? And... Miles... you'll always be my son. My pride... and joy. P-Panthera... is a good girl for you... she'll t-take care of your heart like your mom has done for me... Just know that... Whatever... you choose to do, I-I know you'll be great at it. I... I believe in you. Never forget that... I love all of you... I love you..."

The sound of the heart monitor flatlining in time with his dad's final confession and the limpness on his hand on all of theirs was deafening.

Just like that... Jefferson Morales was gone. Taking part of his family's heart with him to the great beyond.

The next few days felt like a blur. The most Miles remembers was watching the news, trying to understand why.

Why he now had to grow up with a father. Why his mother had to continue on this journey called life without her husband. Why his uncle had to bury his older brother so damn soon.

Why. Why? Why?!

The answer? A premeditated plan made by some unknown gang. Since being sworn into his position, Jeff had to deal with the steady rise in crime in Brooklyn. He has done a great job thus far, which made criminals hate him even more. What is the best way to solve the problem?

Get rid of him by any means necessary.

The statement left in his dad's office at the station by said gang about his demise said that much.

That stuck with Miles.

While everyone else was enjoying their summer, Miles spent his time rotting away in his bed. His normally pristine room was a wreck from the rage fit he had when he returned from the hospital.

Plenty of his classmates had stopped by the apartment to offer their condolences, but Miles could barely remember who showed up. Miles never felt more out of touch with reality in his short life.

Uncle Aaron and his mother worked together to put together the funeral. Miles never questioned his tío on how he managed to get the funds to pay for everything, and neither did his mother, who was just grateful to have the funds in the first place.

Then the day came.

Miles was awake in the wee hours of the morning, sightlessly staring up at the ceiling. The boy knew he was nowhere ready to face it.

The physical manifestation that his dad was never coming back.

But he knew he had to.

The mother and son showered, ate breakfast, and dressed in their respective black dress and suit in silence. They went to the local church early so his mother could ensure everything was in order. Miles sat on the steps outside. Aaron arrived soon after, patting the boy on the shoulder, who nodded in acknowledgment, before heading inside to ensure his sister-in-law didn't stress herself even more.

Soon, it was time for the funeral to start. He, his mom, and Uncle Aaron stood towards the church entrance. A lot of Miles' classmates and their parents showed up. Some of his teachers too. Some old friends from his old school showed up. A lot of his dad's coworkers came as well. Members of his mom's side of the family showed up, at least who could on such short notice. Uncle Aaron and his mom did handle most of the conversations. Miles just nodded in acknowledgment.

Until she showed up.

Miles always considered Panthera to be an angel. But he didn't expect her to come to her to come as one.

While everyone, including his family, showed up wearing black, she and her father, whom Miles finally had the opportunity to meet, showed up in white with white face paint adorning their features.

Miles felt a bit of himself return to reality for the first time since the hospital.

Panthera had left Brooklyn with her dad to visit Oakland just a few days before his dad passed away. He texted her what happened, which led to a late-night FaceTime call with her comforting him. A part of him desperately wanted her to be there with him, hold him, and comfort him. But he knew that she couldn't. When she promised to be there for the funeral, it eased his bleeding heart for the night.

Seeing her physically in front of him was like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for so long...

Miles finally tuned in to the conversation being had between the adults.

"No disrespect or anything, Eric, but um... why white," Aaron asked as he took in the outfits of the young man he helped years ago and his daughter.

"It's customary in our culture to wear white to funerals," Eric answered easily. Aaron raised a brow at this but accepted this.

"Well, thank you for coming and honoring my husband in your unique way, Mr. Stevens and Panthera. Your... Your support means a lot," Rio spoke up, her voice shaky. Eric squeezed her hand.

"Please, call me Eric. And, of course. I'm sorry I never got to meet the man himself, but from Panthera has told me about him... it sounds like he was an amazing man and an incredible father..." Eric's eyes focused on Miles. "I know what it's like to lose a dad. Just know you're always welcome in our home if you ever need it..." With a pat on the boy's shoulder, Eric entered the church. Panthera was about to follow her father when someone grabbed her hand. She turned to find Miles' eyes nervously searching her own.

"I... C-Could you sit next to me during the service, gatita?" Panthera's brows nearly kissed her hairline at the sudden request. She wasn't family, so she had no real reason to be with them...

...but she could see that Miles wanted her to be by his side. No... needed her to be by his side.

"...If it's alright with your mother and uncle, then sure," she said softly. The pair turned to Rio and Aaron, who were already observing the exchange. Rio gave the girl a watery smile, hugging the girl tightly.

"Of course, you can. We already consider you to be family, mija. Please, sit with us." Panthera hugged the grieving widow back.

"Then it will be my honor..."

Soon, the group entered the church to start the service.

Aaron acted as Rio's pillar of support, and Panthera acted as Miles' as they made their way down the aisle. Panthera sent a silent look to her Baba, who seemed to understand that she would be with family rather than with him. His eyes softened at the boy walking beside her, knowing he needed a friend, and Eric was proud that Panthera could be that friend. Miles had a death grip on Panthera's arm as they walked through the pews with people staring at them. Luckily, his precious gatita didn't seem to mind, rubbing his arm soothingly as she offered her quiet support. Soon they were finally in front of the casket.

An open casket.

From the side, Jeff looked as if he was sleeping. It's not until you get closer you see the enormous gash on the other side of his head. The suit concealed his other injuries well.

Still, the sight of his body was enough to break Aaron, Miles, and Rio into tears. Miles couldn't cry for days. Upon hearing the news of his father's condition, the numbness he felt seeped into his bones and nervous systems, stifling all other emotions.

But now? It was like the floodgates were broken, splintered into millions of tiny, unfixable pieces. He collapsed on his knees alongside his mother, crying for a man long gone. Aaron stared at his brother's face as he held his grieving widow, tears running down his angular face like neverending waterfalls. Panthera's comforting arms found their way around Miles' shoulders, a few tears escaping her eyes into his hair.

"I'm here, Mi. Let it all out. I'll still be here..."

The service soon started after Miles and his family calmed down. A slideshow of Jeff throughout his life played on a projector in the background. A choir sang. Tears were shed. And the sermon was preached. Miles felt himself zone in and out until the preacher focused on him specifically, bringing him back with sharp focus.

"For the Bible says in Romans 13 verse 4, "...if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer." Young man... Your father died protecting this city and its citizens. I'm sure one of the things he taught you was to follow your conscience... in an often cruel world. Trust in that. Trust and believe in your heart that the criminals who took him away will face judgment."

Miles felt something twist in his chest as he looked at the preacher, giving a slow nod. Aaron didn't have to look to know that his nephew was glancing at him periodically as the preacher continued his message.

He knew there was gonna be a talk later.

When the man was done, it was time for those who wanted to share a few last words to take a stand and go to the front of the church.

Rio gave a heartfelt speech about her husband and how they spent many happy years together in their marriage.

Uncle Aaron talked about their childhood and how even though Jeff was a pain in the neck to him, he'll always be his older brother and will always love him as such.

Some of Jeff's coworkers spoke on his leadership, his love for the law, and his heart always wanting to serve and protect those who needed it most.

It took Miles a bit of courage to go up, but with reassuring hugs from his family and Panthera, he made his way to the podium. He shared how much of a loving, caring, doting, protective, and goofy dad he was—reminiscing on all the good, bad, and ugly times in their relationship. How much he loves him, even then, as he gazes at his dad's coffin.

"I remember the last thing I told you was 'I love you.' And... only God knows h-how glad I-I am that was the last thing I ever s-said to you. I know there were t-times wh-where we d-didn't see eye to eye, b-but you were still m-my dad at the e-end of the day... a-and I was still your s-son. I-I hope you're a-at peace, d-dad.Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá..." The boy couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing into the sleeve of his suit jacket. The boy couldn't see past his tears as he staggered away from the podium. Luckily, he didn't need to see.

He felt Panthera's familiar embrace wrap around his waist, silently urging him to lean on her as she led him back to their assigned bench. The girl silently handed him off to his mother, who immediately wrapped him in her arms and kissed his forehead. Through his sobs, he heard the preacher ask for one more person to come up before they ended, and much to his surprise, Panthera gracefully turned on heel and made her way back up to the podium.

She pulled the wireless mic from the stand before turning her attention to address the crowd.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Panthera Stevens. A close friend of Miles Morales... I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Morales towards the end of my freshman year. Upon our first meeting, I could see how fiercely he loved. How he would tenderly gaze at Mrs. Morales. How warmly he would watch Miles speak about our experiences and interactions. How welcoming he was to me, curious and willing to open his home to someone his son befriended. Since then, I have spent much time with the family. They made me feel as if I was family. He spoke to me as if I was a daughter than just a friend of his beloved son. I could see where Miles got his heart from..." The family gazed up at the girl in awe as she spoke. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady and resolute. Panthera's warm gaze lingered on the trio.

"What happened to Jefferson Morales was sudden, tragic, and heartbreaking. I know... I know it may seem as if this is the end of life, but I beg to differ. You see... in my culture, my father's culture, my grandfather's culture... death is not the end. It's more of a... stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands, and Bast and Sekhmet... they lead you to the green veld where you can run forever. We celebrate the life the person lived on this plane and the start of their new one in the plane beyond, which is why we dress in white. He may not be here with us physically, but he will always live in the hearts he touched while he was here. If the family permits, I love to sing one song in his honor and memory." Rio nodded to the girl, giving a weepy smile.

A member rushed up to the front; one quick conversation was all needed before sprinting away.

Soon the instrumental of the song played through the stereo system.

"Stand if you would like. Mr. Morales... Jeff, this for you..."

If you were to ask Miles to describe Panthera's voice in one word, he would say "passionate." He's heard her sing many times before, but this time...

It was like she was pouring out everything within her to sing this song in front of everyone. To say the words his father could no longer say for himself. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother clasp both hands over her heart, beaming despite her heartache. Aaron's eyes shimmered with pride, happy to see his brother's philosophy performed so beautifully by a girl he would've loved to see become his daughter-in-law. Panthera approached the family, a ghost of a smile could be seen on her lips.

"I just want them to know..."

She grasped Aaron's large hand with her small one, squeezing comfortingly, "That he gave his all, did his best..."

Panthera moved on to Rio, hugging her briefly but fiercely, "Brought people some happiness..."

She stopped in front of Miles, cupping the back of his neck so he could rest his forehead against hers for a moment. His teary tawny eyes met her warm expresso ones. "Left this world a little better just because..."

The girl turned to face the closed casket, a single tear escaping her eye. "He was here..."

Panthera sang the song's final lines with all she had, laying a single hand over the smooth wood of the casket as she sang the last line. When she finished, the crowd burst into tearful applause, but she wasn't paying them any mind. Her gaze remained focused on the closed lid that hid its occupant from sight.

"Rest in Power, Jefferson Morales..."

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The funeral procession made its way to the cemetery. Panthera and Eric ended up riding with the family at the insistence of Rio and Aaron. The adults were talking amongst themselves while Miles held onto Panthera in silence. Panthera mindlessly rubbed Miles' neck as his face was hidden in hers.

"You okay, Mi," she asked softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. She felt him nod, lips brushing against her sensitive skin.

"Just wanna hold you..." The girl let out a mute chuckle, relaxing further in the boy's arms, much to his delight.

"Of course, anything for you..."

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The burial was a quick affair. When the time came to lay Jeff to rest, everyone was emotionally haggard. When everyone threw in their choice of flowers, Panthera and Eric threw in a single Black-Eye Susan.

Eric and Panthera silently crossed their arms over their chests as the dirt was thrown to cover the coffin.

"Phumla ngoku, joni," Eric whispered. Panthera felt her bottom lip wobble but stood strong alongside her Baba.

"Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda," she said quietly.

It was finished.

Here Lies Jefferson Morales: Father, Husband, Brother, Hero.

Rest in Peace...

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It's been about two hours after the funeral and burial, and Miles hasn't moved from his position on the couch for about an hour and a half. Aaron had stepped out for a while, promising to return by dinner. His mother had decided to take some time to sleep before deciding on dinner.

It would most likely be takeout again. Rio Morales hasn't had the energy to cook since Jeff died. The most she'll do is figure out what her son and brother-in-law were in the mood for and go from there.

Miles was mulling over what he could possibly eat tonight when there was a knock on the door. The boy huffed from his position on the couch, not in the mood to deal with any more people for the day. Whoever it was seemingly didn't get the message and knocked again, more insistently. Miles glared tiredly at the barrier, hoping the person would get the hint and go away.

Soon his phone started to ring. LOUDLY.

The song "Hide" played through the phone speakers, immediately alerting Miles of who was calling him.

Panthera.

The boy scrambled to answer the call.

"P-Panthera," he asked slowly, confused as to why she was calling.

"Mi! I know you're inside, get off your ass and open the door before my arms give out!" Miles didn't need to be told twice, as he could literally hear her annoyance over the phone and outside his front door.

He met with the sight of Panthera and his father holding bags and containers. The pair were dressed down, wearing matching black wife beaters, gray sweats, and black socks with black Nike slides.

Miles blinked owlishly as he moved back to make room for the duo to enter his home (shoes off, of course) and head to the kitchen.

"Not be rude or anything, but... why are you two here," Miles asked as they set everything down on the counter or on the floor. Eric gave the boy a smirk.

"Your mom has mentioned to Panthera in passing how you all have been eating takeout more often than an actual home-cooked meal. My little girl has taken it upon herself to change that and make dinner for you all." Panthera glared playfully at her father, smacking his chest.

"Not little," she mumbled, completely ignoring how she was the shortest of the group. Miles and Eric chuckled, choosing not to comment on it.

"Sure, gatita. Thank you for Panthera... for everything." The girl spared a glance at her friend, finding a tired, vulnerable, yet grateful expression on his face. She sent him a small smile.

"Think nothing of it, Mi. Now go to sleep. You look half dead," she said, shooing the boy away. The boy let out a tired chuckle, leaning over to brush a sleepy kiss on the girl's temple before he went on his way. Eric raised a brow at that.

"Baby girl?" Panthera looked up to her father, who had a thoughtful look.

"That boy Miles... do you think he likes you more than just a friend," Eric quietly asked, not wanting to be overheard.

'I love you, mi vida...' Panthera cleared her throat, pulling the produce she'll need for the recipe she had in mind for tonight.

"What makes you say that," she asked instead, cleaning off the veggies in the sink. A hand landed on her shoulder, forcing the girl to acknowledge her father's presence.

"I'm serious, Panthera. I know he's grieving the loss of his father, and it's wonderful that he has someone like you in his corner. He seems really comfortable with you to be considered just a friend..." Panthera pursed her lips, mulling over her next words.

"...It wouldn't surprise me if he liked me like that... I like him too, Baba. Very much," Panthera whispered, glancing at the slumbering boy on the family couch. Eric could see the soft look in his daughter's eyes as she looked at him. She didn't have to admit this to him. Eric knew Panthera loved the boy. And he could see Miles' love for her, clear as day whenever he looked at her...

But there was something there. Something... darker...

Maybe it was just Eric, but he could see a bit of himself in Miles. He lost his father when he was a young boy, having to witness his body grow colder and colder until nothing but a shell remained. He had to grow up alone. All Eric wanted was to be seen.

To be heard.

To be loved.

But he was left alone, unable to get into contact with the people who seemingly rejected his father—rejected him.

If he had someone like his daughter in his corner, he would've done anything and everything to keep them in his life.

Even if it meant getting rid of others that stood between him and his person.

He would burn it all if it meant that one person who showed their love to an unfortunate soul such as himself would stay, be with him, and continue to love him. All because he loved them.

And if they didn't... well... they would have forever to learn to love him again, now wouldn't they?

Eric mentally shook off that last thought and looked at his daughter, who was looking up at him, those dark eyes peering curiously into his own.

"I know you do, inkosazana yam encinci. Anybody would be lucky enough to have your love... just be careful." Eric watched as Panthera's brows pinched in confusion.

"What do you mean, Baba..." Eric sighed, gazing at the occupant in the next room over.

"Love is a powerful emotion. It could empower you, give you purpose, and make this thing called life all the more worth it... but sometimes, it can change one's moral compass. Make them wanna do anything and everything to keep it close. People do unexplainable things when they're in love... I just want to know that the person that falls in love with my little girl can make her happy the same way she makes them happy. Freely..." Panthera hugged her father.

She wasn't entirely sure what to make of his words, but she knew that there was a reason behind it all. Maybe he'll explain it more when she's older...

"I'll do my best to be careful, Baba. Ndiyakuthandana," she mumbled into his broad chest. The man hugged her back, squeezing her.

"Nam ndiyakuthanda..." He kissed her forehead.

"I have to go now. I have another job tonight. You going to be okay," Eric asked softly. Panthera nodded.

"I'll be fine, Baba, I know things are getting worse ever since Mr. Morales died, but you took a lot of precautions to make sure I can defend myself if necessary. Hopefully, I can get home before it gets too late, but if not, I'll see if I could spend the night here and go home in the morning," Panthera said. Eric nodded. It wasn't the first time Panthera had spent the night at the Morales household, so either way, Eric can trust she'll be in good hands.

"Okay. Bye, baby girl, see you soon..." The girl followed her dad to the front door.

"Bye, Baba, see you later."

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Miles awoke to the smells of rich spices and seasoned meat a few hours later. The boy blinked blearily, eyes catching sight of Panthera cooking and dancing to the music playing through his portable speaker in the kitchen. Miles sighed dreamily as he watched his little wife-

I mean girlfriend-

I MEAN, FRIEND!

Yes, friend, make herself more comfortable in his home. It seemed so natural for Panthera to be there. God, what he would give to have something like this every day...

Panthera turned around, finding Miles' sleepy grin there to greet her. She smiled.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you," she cooed, walking over to the couch. The Afro-Latino immediately sat up, pulling the girl into his lap before she could try to find open space on the couch. Panthera raised a brow at this.

"Mi, I'm not a teddy bear, you know," she drawled as Miles nuzzled her neck.

"Mmm... yes, you are. You're my teddy bear," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her throat as if to imprint those words onto her skin. Panthera chuckled, trying to pull Miles out of his hiding place only for him to let out a whine of complaint.

"Nooooooo..." She could partially feel his pout.

"C'mon, Mi, let me up. I need to double-check to see how the food's doing." As if on cue, Miles' stomach let out a loud growl. Panthera laughed freely, knowing the boy was blushing.

"C'mon, you can come with me, and we'll see if I can feed the beast from within," she teased, poking his belly. The boy let out a disgruntled grumble before releasing the girl, simpering happily as she held his hand to lead him into the kitchen.

"Smells amazing, gatita. What're you making," Miles asked as he watched Panthera taste-test the dish.

"Injera, Doro Wat, and Gomen, it's Ethiopian Spicy Chicken Stew and Collard Greens served a Flatbread," Panthera said offhandedly, leaning into Miles' embrace when she felt his arms make themselves at home around her waist. Miles rested his head on the girl's shoulder, curious.

"Want a bite," Panthera offered. After a small nod, Panthera guided a forkful of chicken dipped in sauce into the boy's awaiting mouth. The boy let out a happy moan at the series of flavors exploding on his tongue.

"Ohmygod," he groaned, squeezing the girl. Panthera smiled at the reaction.

"Good," she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Mhmmmm... I'm so marrying you so I can have this for the rest of my life," he said. Panthera burst out laughing. Little did the girl know that Miles was being dead serious.

"Relax, Mi. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Plus, we're still years away from even thinking about that," Panthera chuckled, plating the food.

"Can you go set the table and wake up your mother? I'll finish plating everything and wash the rest of the dishes." Miles nodded, kissing Panthera's cheek before wandering off. The girl paused a bit, blushing.

'That felt... oddly romantic? I mean, we did almost kiss at his dad's party, but it's not like either of us has really made a move since then. What changed? Could Baba really be onto something here?'

Before the girl could think harder on the matter, she heard the front door open and close, hearing Aaron announcing his presence.

"Umalume! Just in time for dinner," she smiled. The older man looked surprised to see her, similar to Rio, as she groggily trailed behind her son, who immediately helped his friend set the plates on the table.

"Hello, Mrs. Morales. I hope you managed to get some rest." Rio blinked at the table arrangement before on Panthera's shy smile.

"Hello, Panthera and I did, thank you. Wh... What is all this?" Panthera's smile brightens a little.

"After you told me that your family hasn't had a real home-cooked meal since Mr. Morales' passing, I got my Baba to take me to the supermarket and brought some food prep from home to make you all something." A slow smile spread on Rio's lips as she hugged the girl.

"Oh, mija, thank you. You've been a literal angel throughout this time, and I can't be more grateful that Miles has someone like you in his corner. Muchas gracias querida." PAnthera hugged the woman back, heart full.

"Of course, Mrs. Morales. You've all been through a lot. This is the least that I can do," Panthera said. Rio pulled back, hands firmly on Panthera's shoulders as she looked the girl squarely in her eyes.

"Please, mija. Call me Rio. I meant what I said today when I said that we consider you to be family. You are family, Panthera." The girl teared up a bit but smiled, nodding her understanding.

"Okay, Rio. Now come, best to eat while it's still warm." Panthera urged the family to find a seat at the table, taking a seat by a heart-eyed Miles.

Rio and Aaron sent each other a silent look.

'She's good for him.'

'Yeah, she is.'

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The Morales/Davis family finished dinner with full bellies and content smiles. They complimented the girl on her culinary skills, who accepted the praise with a blush. Panthera offered to take care of the dishes, which was vehemently rejected by Miles.

"You've done so much today, muñeca. Lemme do this for you." Then proceeds to kiss her cheek in front of his mother and uncle. You could cook on an egg of Panthera's face with how hot her cheeks were burning. Rio and Aaron only smiled secretly, chuckling at the two teens.

As soon as Miles was done, they all sat and chatted, occasionally laughing and joking with each other. Panthera soon looked down at her phone, staring in shock at the time.

"Bast! I didn't realize how late it was getting! I need to go home," Panthera exclaimed, standing up and patting her pockets to ensure she had everything. Miles felt his heart drop to his stomach.

Panthera squeaked when she suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her into a solid chest. Miles buried his face in the crock of her neck, not caring if his mamá y tío could see him and Panthera like this.

"Miles-"

"Stay." Panthera shivered as the single word was whispered right next to her ear.

"I probably really should try-" Rio interjected.

"No, please, Panthera. Stay the night. Walking the streets alone is too dangerous, especially since crime has been increasing nearly every day." Panthera looked into the pleading eyes of Rio before turning to Aaron.

"Umalume, can't you walk me home? You know I don't live that far from you," Panthera tried. Aaron sighed.

"Sorry, lil cub, but Rio is right. I've been caught in a couple of fights just trying to get home. I don't want to risk you being caught up in that." Panthera pursed her lips in thought. It wasn't until Miles turned her around and cupped her face in his hands.

"Please, gatita. I don't want to lose another person. I can't lose another person in my life. Especially not you. You mean too much to me. Please, stay... I need you..." Damn it, if the vulnerable look in those tawny brown eyes didn't seal it for her, his words did.

"...okay, I'll stay. I'll take the guest bedroom..." Panthera's question trailed off when she noticed the semi-sheepish look on Aaron's face.

"Sorry, Panthera, but I've kinda been using it." The girl smiled at the man, silently reassuring him.

"No worries then, I could take the couch-"

"No, the heck you not!"

"Absolutely not, mija!"

The girl looked at mother and son with an exasperated expression.

"Then what do you suggest," she huffed. Miles was quick to respond.

"You could sleep in my room. It's not like you haven't done so before." Panthera glanced at Rio, silently asking if that was okay. Rio smiled and nodded.

"Just keep the door open, you two~!"

"RIO!" "MAMÁ, PLEASE!"

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After a quick and embarrassing escape, a change of clothes, and a quick night routine, Panthera and Miles lay side by side in the dark room. Miles, in his wife beater and gym shorts, couldn't help but admire Panthera in his clothes.

He gave her one of his old t-shirts that swallowed her frame, reaching her thighs. She rejected the shorts he tried giving her, claiming too much clothing makes it harder for her to sleep at night. He didn't put up much of a fight, finding the view she provided quite enticing. He wanted nothing more but to reach out and caress those brown thighs...

"You can come closer, you know," he quietly stated, drawing random shapes on her arm. Panthera blushed.

"You sure? Wouldn't that seem..." The boy raised a brow, waiting for the girl to finish her sentence.

"Intimate?" The boy blinked before giving a little shrug.

"I mean... it would. But I wouldn't mind that... do you?" Panthera chewed on her bottom lip, mulling over her answer.

"I... I don't mind either..." Miles smiled, tugging on the girl's waist to pull her closer. The boy even went as far as to rest one of her legs on his hip.

"Mmm, comfy," Miles asked, finding Panthera's eyes in the dark. The girl nodded, unable to get her voice to work without it coming out as a high pitch squeak. Miles chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Heh, so freaking cute. Goodnight, gatita. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Mi. Sweet dreams..."

The pair managed to doze off into a comfortable slumber.

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Miles stared at the beauty sitting next to him. The pair was out on top of one of the building's rooftops. The moon was out tonight, ethereal light bathing the girl in a breathtaking glow. He could see the stars twinkling in her eyes, creating a new galaxy in those dark orbs. Panthera glanced at him, noting the dazed look in Miles's eyes.

"What are you looking at, Mi," she teased good-naturely, ignoring the warmth feeling flooding her cheeks.

"You, princesa," Miles answered easily, scooting closer to the girl. He took note of the confused blink he received as he cupped her cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful, Panthera. How are you even real," Miles whispered, looking into her galaxy-decorated eyes. The girl's eyes began to cross as Miles approached her face.

"Mi...?" A shiver escaped the boy. He always loved the way that nickname sounded coming from her.

"I love you, Panthera. Te amo tanto, mi vida," Miles sighed, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss...

Only to be shoved away at the last second.

Miles' furrowed expression turned into one of fear. The disgusted look on Panthera's face, the cold look in her eyes.

"What the hell, Miles?! I don't love you like that." His heart shuddered to a stop.

"Wh-what?" The girl stood, backing away from him.

"Why would I ever love someone as needy and broken as you? Be so for real, Morales. I don't want your deranged love. Keep that shit to your fucking self." Panthera turned on her heel and ran inside the building.

"Panthera, wait! I'm sorry, please!" The boy chased after her, heart aching as she remained out of reach. The staircase seemed to go on forever as he tried racing down them.

"Leave me alone, Miles!"

"No, gatita, please! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks in ragged streaks, losing sight of her. The boy took a harsh tumble as he accidentally stepped on his untied shoelaces. After an eternity of rolling, the boy reached the bottom of the staircase. He could see the exit just meters away—the door was left wide open, blowing in the seductive scent of his beloved. Miles stared into nothingness. The aches and pains going off in different parts of his body were nothing compared to the gaping hole in his chest.

He curled into himself and sobbed.

"Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento..." He begged and cried. Silently pleading for the girl to hear his cries and come through that door. To hold him and say she was sorry. That she didn't mean any of her cruel words and will never leave him...

That she will always love him.

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"...les... Mil... Mi, wake up! You're having a nightmare. Wake up, please..." Miles let out a tired moan, his swollen eyes struggling to open. His eyes struggled to focus, but slowly, he could see and worried and frantic Panthera straddling him.

"P... Panthera," he croaked, his voice thick with sleep and unshed tears. He watched as her face morphed into one of relief.

"Oh, thank Bast, you scared me, Mi! I just slipped out to use the bathroom, and when I came back, you were shaking and crying in your sleep. You were speaking in Spanish, but you sounded so hurt, Mi," Panthera whispered frantically. She didn't want to wake Aaron or Rio with their conversation. Miles shuddered at the lingering memory of his dream, wrapping his arms around the girl, hugging her tight.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Panthera," he weakly apologized, snuggling closer to the girl's warmth. Panthera returned the embrace, running her fingers over the week-old stitch pattern of the boy's braids.

"Shhh, it's okay, Mi. I'm here, I promise," she whispered. He looked into her dark brown eyes, seeing their familiar warmth.

"Really," he asked in a small voice. As much as Miles didn't want to admit it, that dream scared him just as much as he had seen his dad's broken body on the news. The strong potential of losing someone close to his heart scared him.

He loves the girl. He would move heaven and Earth to keep her in his life.

He needed to know that she'll stay.

"Of course, I promise. I love you, Mi." Miles let out a shaky breath when he felt those full lips press against his clammy forehead. God, he wanna bask in this moment forever...

"I love you too, Panthera..." Miles couldn't help himself. He kissed her clothed chest, right where her heart was. Panthera allowed herself to be maneuvered to Miles' comfort. She laid on her back with his head on her chest; his ear pressed against it to hear her heartbeat. Miles' long body was nicely accommodated by the softness of Panthera's thighs over his hips. The featherlight touch over his hair and eyes coaxed the boy into a peaceful slumber.

Panthera watched as the boy slipped back into unconsciousness, her mind wired.

She wasn't expecting such a drastic reaction when she returned from using the bathroom. Miles was sleeping so peacefully when she left...

She also didn't tell Miles she heard her saying her name. She had an okay understanding of his mother tongue and could help but blush at the parts she did understand.

'Panthera, my love... please... I love you...'

She wasn't entirely sure what Miles was begging for, but whatever the dream version of her did left him with an empty, scared, and heartbroken look in his tired eyes.

Something about that look unsettled her. She never wanted to be the cause of that look; she loved Miles. She wanted him to be happy...

The girl let out a tired sigh.

'Sleepy, sleepy...'

She looked down at the boy sleeping on her chest and bit her lip.

As carefully as she could, she tilted the boy's head up. She watched fondly as his face unconsciously scrunched up and let out a whine at being moved. Only to be silenced when she gently pecked his lips. She had to suppress an amused giggle when a dopey smile crossed his face, and he snuggled up to her.

"Goodnight, Mi..."

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The rest of the year was very busy for Miles. When Panthera left that morning to go back home, and his mom went to take a shift at the hospital, he spoke to his Uncle Aaron about his "business dealings."

"Miles, I don't think it'll be a good idea-"

"Tío, please. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me. I want to be able to protect the people I love. What if papá wasn't enough for them? What if they manage to get to mamá or even Panthera? I can't lose anyone, Uncle Aaron, I can't. I won't let those bastards get away with what they've done to my family."

"...alright, kid. Lemme take care of a few things first, and we can start...."

It took a couple of months of training and remodeling a suit, but soon Brooklyn had a new Prowler.

The newcomer was just as good as his predecessor, if not better. And he was always in high demand.

Miles was proud of the name he had created for himself in the crime underworld. The business was doing well, so he could support his mother at home and at her job. With the extra bonuses he and his uncle received, he would save most of it, spend a little on himself, and hopefully soon, on his precious gatita.

With it being their junior year and his new mantle as Prowler, Miles had difficulty spending time with her outside of school. He missed the days when they would spend their days together, whether they drew in their respective sketchbooks or curled up on his couch watching "Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron" for the 50th time (it was Panthera's favorite movie, he wasn't going to deny his precious kitten anything).

The last time they spent real time together (like for more than an hour) was toward the end of summer. School was supposed to start in less than two weeks, and Miles was still training but was about to take up his first assignment as the Prowler in just a few days. Miles had stopped by Panthera's apartment to ask her to come tagging with him. What resulted from that was a mural of his father. He remembers staring up at the smiling face of his papá. At that point, it's been over a month and a half since Jeff died. He wanted a physical reminder of what he was doing this for...

The comforting feeling of having Panthera's arms around his waist warmed his chest. Her words rang sweetly in his ears.

"Whatever you do, I know your dad would be proud of you, Miles. You will always be his pride and joy..." Miles allowed his hand to find hers, intertwining against his stomach.

"Thank you, Panthera... it means more than you know..."

In the months since then, the two would spend time in class, studying, or spending a rare Saturday together. Despite their limited time together, Panthera could clearly see the difference in Miles. The coldness in his stare. His aloofness to the majority of their classmates around him. The silent, almost predatory vibe in his stance and walk.

He morphed from the Summer Child she knew from their freshmen and sophomore year until a Winter Soldier.

Their classmates had noticed this, some choosing to stay out of the boy's way while others flocked to him, finding this change cool and finally worthy of their attention. Guys soon began calling him their homeboy, while girls batted their eyes at him with flirtatious grins on their glossy lips.

Miles remained indifferent to this attention. Only seeking the attention of one person.

Panthera.

He knew his precious kitten never liked having so many eyes on her, and ever since he became "popular," he was hardly alone. There were a few moments when he could snag her away for a few minutes of solitude. Panthera would always find herself in the boy's lap. His arms circled around to keep her close. He would normally find his face buried in her neck or resting on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.

She was his small piece of heaven.

Miles had found his eyes straying to the couples in the halls during passing or in the lunchroom. Often times imagining himself and Panthera in the same setting. His mamá y tío have been waiting for him to finally take the leap of fate and ask her to be his, officially.

He decided their junior year would be the start of their love story.

Neither of them anticipated how bloody of a start it would be...

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CLIFFHANGERRRRR! Sorry not sorry lol. P.S. I know the font with Miles' dream is off, I honest to God don't know what Tumblr is on.

Dedicated to @444morales and @l0v3morales

Translations:

~Spanish~

Mija : Darling

Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá : I love you… I love you so much dad

Muchas gracias querida : Thank you so much dear

muñeca : doll

Te amo tanto, mi vida : I love you so much my life

Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento... : Panthera, my love, my life… Come back, please. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…

-Xhosa-

Phumla ngoku, joni : Rest now, soldier

Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda : Thank you for your service… we love you

inkosazana yam encinci : my little princess

Baba : Father

Ndiyakuthandana : I love you

Nam ndiyakuthanda... : I love you too...

Umalume : Uncle

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