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The Wives as Disney Princesses

So I purposely didn’t use Tiana because we’d all be Tiana.

Angel

Because she’s always glam. Always. “Touch all of this skin.” She takes no nonsense, and she’s willing to wed a street rat and keep him on lock. She’ll talk junk back to you while serving looks and watching you from her high tower. Judging.

Charlie

Almost too oblivious to be functional but when clued in is very bright *cough* 🙃. Often deep into her research, social experiments, and case notes. Very kinky. She’s no furry, but she dabbles in other things the kompound finds strange. Such an odd girl.

Bastion

The primping. The zest for life, exploring, and excitement. The bright and shining eyes that hold wonder and intrigue when she’s surrounded by treasure. You like Cartier? She’s got twenty! But who cares? No big deal. She wants MORE.

Hennessy

Mastered the art of killing via katana to save herself and those she loves. Being a Gemini with two sides, the princess who is small and cuddly and the warrior who is capable of anything. Underestimate this munchkin at your own risk.

Aly'Sha

If she’s at home, she’s asleep, snoring, and causing no problems. She’s sweet and loveable, but apprehensive when people invade her space or cross boundaries (Looking at you Prince Phillip). She might get a little crazy then due to her military background. Still a sweetheart.

Ryley

“Hoow HIGH does the money count go? If you ask Ryley, I’ll bet thaat she knows!” She paints with all the bolors of the wind though in reality she only likes two. She’s the rebel who won’t do what you tell her or bare how you view her. Your perspective is none of her boncern.

Kimora

Seductive and highly sought after by the higher-ups and big rollers. Easily captivates an audience with her dancing and her personality but no one’s entitled to her. Oh no. Look but don’t touch. She WILL twerk that ass, get that cash, and disappear on your ass.

Kennedi

Woodsy and a fan of the exploring the great outdoors. Bold and unorthodox, exceptionally bright and extremely sassy. A firecracker.. when she’s around.

Josephine

She will freeze an entire kingdom if she’s in one of her stubborn moods. “World stop!” She is the chaotic one. She caused World War I. She stole Christmas. She also has a murder kink and in true snow queen fashion would kill her husband and her sisters. (Bye Anna!) “Carry on.”

The Wives as Normani

Hennessy

Aly'Sha

Ryley

Angel

Homie/Kennedi

Kimora

Charlie

Poosy

Bastion

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*steals my little Lai Lai*

The Wives as Christmas Kitties

Hennessy and Aly'Sha

Kennedi/Homie

Angel

Ryley Badazz

Josephine/Poosy

Kimora

Bastion

Charlie

Harmony Noélie..

A glimpse at the newest baby Stevens-Udaku as well as her nursery.

Welcome to the Earth

armed & dangerous.

Erik heard giggling as soon as he hit the door. His need for warmth and affection led him to the living room where he saw Aly’sha and Henny in the middle of the floor, a fort of pillows behind each of them. Each clutching cards in their hands, a stack of them was in the center of them as well as glasses filled halfway with an electric blue liquid. The smell of weed knocked him out of the trance he was in, it was that loud.

“Well hello to you too, Mister.” Henny said. Her deep brown eyes were barely visible through her inebriated induced slits. When he looked in the face of Mini, hers matched. They were gone.

“Wassup?” He kicked off his heavy boots roaming over to Ally’s side. He collapsed onto the pillows on the floor and the ones attached to her and let out a groan. Comfort.

“Long day?” She rubbed at the faded side of his head her nails dragging lightly across his ear.

“Yeah, just wanna be surrounded by my women.” He sat up all of a sudden causing Aly to drop her cards. Henny didn’t miss the opportunity to take a look at her cards. She was far from sober and stupid. “Aye, where’s Ryley?”

“In her room.” Henny stated. “She’s been in there all day.”

“Something she does a lot.” Aly chimed in.

“Yep. And it’s not like we don’t try to make her feel welcomed. I mean it’s been a month since the wedding and I’m not used to someone else calling you husband but we’ve been doing our best to include her in things.” Henny had placed her cards to the side to release all energy she’d been feeling from the new Stevens-Udaku. She thought when Erik jumped the broom with another women who wasn’t her mini me it would anger her, cause heartache. It actually made her feel empty. She didn’t feel a thing and it was odd. Something was off about this woman.

“She doesn’t even call me husband though.” Erik began to rub over his beard. “Shit with her just feel like we homies. We only had sex like twice at that. She didn’t even look me in my eyes.”

Erik knew that coming into this relationship his connection with each woman would remain between them. That meant no gossiping, no pillow talking. He’d broken his rule number one. But it was only to get a handle on this situation.

“You think she’s a spy or something?” Aly quipped. Her question caught Erik and Henny off guard.

“Nah, nah. I know her.”

“So you know she was married before?” Henny pressed.

Erik starred in her eyes. “Who am I?”

“Killmonger.” She muttered.

“So you know that I know all that shit.”

“Well, I just know that you better figure out what kind of woman you have in our house and in our marriage.”

—-

A thunderous knock jolted Ryley from her slumber. Instinctual habit made her reach under her pillow before her eyes even opened the safety had clicked off. She brought her hand up to aim at the door.

Unfazed, Erik stood in the door. It was dark in her room, the full moon out shining muted light through the window. She could see his face blank of expression, his dreads braided back.

“Get dressed. Wear some comfortable shit. I’ll be waiting in the car.” Just as quickly as he came, he left leaving her with no choice.

Black legging. Black oversized t-shirt. Black motorcycle jacket, Black beanie. Black combat boots. She blended into the night before slipping into the white interior or Erik’s sportscar.

Trees and houses a blur as she leaned on her hand zoned out at the view before her. He was the first to speak up after a twenty minute ride of silence.

“You’re not even gonna ask where we going?”

“Where are we going?”

Erik stared at her, eyes boring a hole in her temple.

“You didn’t care until I brought it up so keep it that way.” He turned his focus back on the road. A million and one thoughts invaded his mind. He couldn’t understand her nonchalance. It was apparent Ryley was different the moment he met her and when he got to know her he fell in love with it. A rose grown through the cracks of concrete in the middle of the ghetto. Her beauty was appreciated yet she wasn’t immune to abuse. Something about her felt familiar. He recognized in her himself. Him before he took a chance with love. He wanted to save her in a way. Keep her fro meeting the same fate he did. He wanted to keep her from getting to a point where rage ruled her life just like him. But she was making it hard.

“Sometimes you act like you don’t even fuck wit’ a nigga.”

The car stopped. More focused on her surroundings Ryley took in the rising sun trying to peak over the hillside neighborhood. The expansive houses evenly spaced between the others, each house as extravagant as the next, she knew money when she saw it. They weren’t in Inglewood anymore.

“What are we doing here?” She countered, totally ignoring his question.

Erik reached over. His intention was to gently grab her face but with the underlying anger and his calloused fingers that didn’t convey. He roughly turned her head to him.

“You’re more like me than any woman I’ve met, which makes it hard to face you. It’s like I’m facing myself. You’re so closed up, so guarded. You don’t want to be vulnerable and I know why. But if you’re like me in the ways that I know you are then I know you show your heart in other ways. Come with me.”

They both got of the car. After Erik opened the door for her he led her to the the sidewalk in front of a Tudor style mansion. Without a doubt it had to be the biggest house in the swanky neighborhood. With its craftsmanship and distinct features it looked like it was shipped straight from England and dropped in the Beverly Hills.

“In this house sleeping is the second biggest arms dealer on the West coast, only second to yours truly. Although he is second best in revenue, he has better connections than I do, the only one mattering to me is to my past. I asked this nigga for a meeting to discuss this and he laughed in my face. Said I wasn’t worthy. So, now we’re going to show him.”

She looked up at him her eyes widened. It was the most emotion she’d shown in the past hour. He grinned.

“I know you’re wit’ the shits, Ryley. If you fuck with me the way you said you do then you’ll help me.” He took her hand into his. “I need your help. I have unanswered questions about my past that I can’t go on living not knowing the answer to.”

Ryley looked into his eyes. It was easy to recognize a void there. Maybe because she too felt it deep inside of her. Since they met he’d done nothing but try to help her fill it, which was useless because she knew it was her who had to help herself. That’s the funny thing about trauma. We look to everyone but yourself to heal it when the power lays right inside of us. She knew that but she accepted his help either way. Erik has never asked her and from what she knew, he’d never asked the other wives to heal him. In his own way he worked on it. This was him asking for her help. It made her feel something she hadn’t in forever. Her body burn and her soul awakened.

People like her made up less than one percent of the population. On personality tests they were dubbed INFJ. The advocates. People who saw helping as their purpose in the world. They weren’t fools though. They only held a helping hand out to those they saw as helpless and those they loved. Sometimes it was one in the same. This time it was one in the same. Erik needed her. The one man in her entire life who stared at her with the most genuine gaze. He saw the beauty inside of her, not the outside. He saw what she could be, not who she was. The earth rocking love she could give if only she would open up….

“I wanna help you Erik.” She said.

—

Like Overture 1812 they moved through the house in symphony. Erik the conductor. He led the way. Every bullet he fired, she followed. If he directed this orchestra then she was the first chair violinist, most important in this song. They moved with the precision and skill of hundreds. The duo dropped a total of ten by the time they made it to the master suite.

The man sat up in the bed with a shotgun in his hand but it was futile. Ryley popped him in the shoulder the second Erik opened the door.

“GOD!” He screamed grabbing his arm in pain.

“He’s not here right now.” Ryley said.

Erik smiled glaring down at the 5’7 assassin’s before he walked in lifting his ski mask.

“Remember me?”

The man’s eyes widened. Oh he remembered him alright.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asked still seething in pain.

“Klaus.” Erik said. Ryley stood behind him, her gaze steel but her ears opened, she wanted to hear this exchange. “Give me his contact or give me your life.”

“Fuck you.” The man mustered as much energy he could to send a loogie flying over to Erik. The attempt was weak and landed on his shirt. Erik heard a gun cock behind him and held his hand up to halt his third wife. Swiftly he lifted his own gun to fire at the man’s leg. Right in the thigh, he bled out painting the eggshell hued throw.

“Nah, fuck you. Easy way or the hard way. I could just take all of your electronics and look for it my damn self but that would be harder on me…and definitely hard for you.”

“So what’s it gonna be. Because I’m really itching to drop you for spitting on my man.”

Erik looked back at her, his lips spread in a small smile.

The man let out a gruff sigh, a sign of defeat. He dropped his head.

“I only contact him once every few months and it’s always on a burner with a different number but I know this club they frequent in South Korea. It’s where he does most of his deals.”

“Have you been there before?” Erik asked.

“Yes. It’s where we had our initial meeting.”

Erik stood and turned. His heavy boots collided with the ashen oak wood. “Then it’s where I’ll be meeting him.” He nodded to Ryley giving her the permission she’d been waiting for.

POW.

—-

Chicken and waffles seemed like the perfect breakfast to have after the mayhem of the early morning. The sun had decided to bare itself for another day. Erik and Ryley sat eating quietly, both consumed with their thoughts.

“So what do we do now?” She broke the silence after a while.

“He has a private jet out in the valley. We go there, get the GPS off of it and we go from there. Won’t be hard to find out where all the danger resides in whatever city this is.”

Ryley smiled, a wide one, her pearly whites gleaming. Erik’s heart swelled.

“You have this all figured out huh? You get a deal with this and what?”

Erik let a moment pass before he spoke. “Avenge my father. This is just the beginning.”

“Sounds like your father was a great man.” She said. It was more of a statement than a question. Erik had amazing qualities, he was intelligent and had solid morals. Only a great man could produce another great man.

“He was. Made me who I am.”

“I can tell….I say the same about my dad. He passed when I was in 3rd grade. He was serving a bid for selling drugs.”

Erik’s eyes widened. Not that her father had passed, no he assumed that when he saw her side of the church empty when it came time for their nuptials. He was shocked that their similarities ran this deep.

“And I was mad at him for so long.” She continued. “Mad that he would throw his life away. Mad that he would be a dumbass and fall into the trap that they set for black men. I thought he was selfish….but then the older I got the more I realized he just wanted to survive. He wanted more than the scraps they give. He wanted to help himself and others.”

Erik reached over to wipe her tears, tears that had fallen without her even realizing.

“He really just made me who I am. His presence and his absence.”

Erik smiled understanding just what she meant. “He created a G. A dangerous one.” He said.

“And your father created a real one, that stays armed.” She countered.

“Armed & dangerous.” Erik raised his glass of water to her mimosa.

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Wassup, Homie

A little insight into who I am & how I ended up in the Stevens-Udaku Kompound.

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“Y'all hurry up, it’s time to go!” Davita called out to her children.

She had planned a peaceful still water kayaking trip as a family. Now that she had them back in her life she wanted to spend as much time as possible. She had woken up early preparing breakfast then lunch, getting the kids up and dressed, then finally packing the car and was ready to go to.

“Come on! Load em up and mooooove em out!”

“Where y'all going and why are you yelling so early in the morning?” Homie asked walking up to stand next to Vita.

“We’re about to go kayaking. Also, I’m yelling because I’m a southern mom and these kids like to act deaf, COME ON Y'ALL!” She called over her shoulder. The kids came stomping like a stampede.

“Ready Ma.” Khadija and Elijah, the two eldest greeted as they dove for the front seat, Dija being victorious.

“READY MA! Hiyaaaah!” Her two babies came out flipping like little power rangers and the car was their megazord.

“Oooh I love kayaking! Can I come?” Homie asked

“Sure, I could use the help and I packed extra food anyway. Khadija get in the back with your brothers.”

Khadija smacked her lips as she reluctantly got up to move.

“Ah whatever, you’ll live.” Vita waved it off.

“Yes!” Homie happily skipped over to the passenger seat hopping in.

—

As they rode to their destination with the kids distracted by their phones and tablets, a strange thing occurred to Davita…

“Homie, I’ve realized that I don’t know much about you. Like for instance, what’s your real name?”

“Ma, how can you live with somebody and not know their real name?”

“Why are you in grown folks conversation?” Vita warned. Dija backed off in surrender.

“Mmmhmm, now Homie, talk to me. What’s your name? Where you from? What do you do? How did you meet the squad? Alladat.”

“Well”, she began, “ for one my name is Kennedi, Kennedi Davenport-”

“Like the drag queen?” Dija hollered.

“The who?”

“There’s a drag queen named Kennedy Davenport from Rupaul’s drag race, one of our faves.” Vita explained.

Dija pulled up a photo on her phone to show her aunt before breaking out in song.

“🎶 Sashay, Shante 🎶”

“🎶Jaguar on the runway 🎶” Vita chimed in.

Then they sang in unison.

“🎶 Do it, do it, ooooh 🎶”

The duo burst out in laughter. Dija went back to playing on her phone so the adults could talk.

“ANYWAY, back to what I was saying, that’s my name, but it’s spelled with an ‘i’ instead of ‘y’. I was born in Virginia, but when my parents got divorced I was bounced back between there and LA.”

“Any siblings?”

“Nah, I'mma solo brat. I did have this cousin though that I was tight with.”

“What happened to them?”

“They… They died”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. How’d they die? Of you don’t mind me asking.”

Kennedi let’s out a humorless laugh,“I love being outdoors. It allows me to feel free, I don’t like feeling tied down or trapped so when I’m out in the open hiking, rock climbing or whatever, I feel like nothing or no one can hold me back. My cousin was the one who introduced me to nature and holistic living. She wanted to make sure I had a healthy way of coping with my parents divorce and constantly being moved back and forth all the time.”

“One day we were rafting down a level 5 rapids when we reached a waterfall. *gulp* We’d gone down waterfalls a million times before and got out aight, bu- but not this time. When the raft flipped she hit her head on a rock, once we were able to pull her up… it was no good.”

“Damn Ken, this trip not too much for you is it. I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s actually cathartic for me to go on these trips. Being on water actually helps me cope. It feels like she guides me through the water.”

“How else did you deal with it?”

“I actually became real emo for a while, haha. Listening to Evanescence and Linkin Park..”

“RIP Chester.”

“..All day, but after a while I became disconnected from society as a whole. By the time I was 16 I managed to get emancipated from my parents parents and began to live off the grid. I went to school for horticultural landscaping and became an herbalist.”

“Ooooh so you make exquisite weed like Henny?”

“We collaborate from time to time, but I like to harvest plants and herbs for all of their beneficial qualities and pass it on to the rest of our community because many of those synthetic drugs we get from doctors cause more harm than good and as black people we often have to take our health into our own hands so I try to equip people as best I can.”

“Damn hoe, why haven’t you been helping me with my condition?”

“Because bitch, I’ve seen the teas and supplements you use and you seem to have a good handle on it yourself. Plus, you never asked.”

“Touchè motherfukka, touchè. So what made you stop being a hermit?”

“Well, during my period of isolation I was also nomadic. At one point my travels took me to a Caribbean beach. While I was enjoying the water I felt a set of eyes on me. They belonged to Erik and he was just staring. I decided to ignore his ass which, in case you didn’t know, only encouraged him more. He approached me and we struck up a conversation. We sat and talked on the beach for hours. He said I looked like I was in my own world and he wished he could see it for himself, share my existence. I didn’t think it was anything romantic, we were just talking and when he showed me pictures of Hennessy, Aly'sha, Ryley, and Angel I figured I was too dark for his tastes. He also mentioned how him and his first lady were looking to build an estate for their growing family and needed someone to help create the blueprint for the landscape layout. So of course I volunteered my services, but things got stranger from there.”

“ We’re here kids! You mind if we finish this on the water? This story is getting good.”

“Aight.”

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