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I wish you would write a fic where grace meets anissa’s family for the first time

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Grace looks up at the house, impressed by the well-kept yard and what she figured it would be, the typical white picket fence set up. Taking a few strides next to Anissa and reaching for her hand, suddenly she’s a ballof nerves. Glancing back at the car before stalling her steps she looks toAnissa.

“Are you sure about this? You know, it’s your parents andyour sister. I’m just…” Anissa rubs a thumb across the top of Grace’s hand before giving her a reassuring squeeze as well for insurance.

“Nervous. Don’t be.”

Squaring her shoulders up for the second time to attempt toshake the tension away, Grace gives her a stressed look anyway.

“Hey, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, relax.”

Grace can’t stop the warm blush that blooms on her face asthey approach the door and the welcoming smile of Anissa’s father greets thembefore she can even reach for the door. And then the words Anissa just said hit.

“Wait, What?”

Eyes Wide Open (But Keep Your Mouth Shut)

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A pre-canon, back in the day Queen Sugar fic.

Fifteen-year-old Charley is visiting her eighteen-year-old sister, Nova at Tulane for the weekend and learns a secret. 

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The red, jean shorts Fatima had on hugged in all the right places and Nova couldn’t help but appreciate the way that her hips swayed.

“Can I come in? Just for a little while? We can keep the discussion going.”

Nova smiled wide, rubbing a hand across the fresh shape up at the nape of her neck, wishing her locs were already long enough for a slight hair toss against her shoulders instead. That would have been so much smoother than having to rub the nervous itch away by hand.

Fatima looked at Nova with a glimmer in her eyes that said she wanted to pass by her dorm for more than a continued debate on the lack of positive black student-centered stories not involving sports programs coming out of the student newsletter that the BSU had decided it would address at today’s meeting.

“I wish I could, Fatima. Lord knows..but my little sister is visiting for the weekend. I left her sleeping this morning to make the meeting.” Nova looks towards her door and rolls her eyes without a thought. Then turns her full attention back to her company, giving her a smile wide enough she hopes would charm. Her small dimples popping and all.

Fatima’s lips form the cutest pout in response and Nova immediately reaches for her hands.

“Hey now. I’ll call you tonight, like usual. Nine sharp. You know I ain’t never late on that.”

Nova steps in her space, tugging gently on the hands she continued to hold.

“Come here.”

The kiss was soft and sweet. Or at least it started that way. Somewhere during the first hum from Fatima’s throat to her fingertips stroking the shaved nape of Nova’s neck, things had gotten hotter than the 75-degree, plus humidity weather they had on this Saturday morning. Nova’s hands had ventured on up to her waist and were halfway to the glory that would be found from sliding them into the back pockets of those fly red shorts when she heard it.

Thump Thump

She knew the sound because she’d made it a time or two herself. That’s what happens when you make a bookshelf out of a windowsill.

“Shit!” Forehead wrinkling deep as she breaks the kiss with her exclaim. Regret washes over her the instant after the word slips and Fatima gasps quickly from the shock.

Nova’s apology is quick and sincere.

“Baby, I’m sorry. That’s my sister in there tearing up something. Let me get on in here. I’ll call. I promise.”

Watching her walk away was a pleasure and pain all at once and Nova was heated when she burst through her dorm door.

“What ya think you doin’ huh?” The look in Nova’s eyes was reminiscent to something her mother used to give her mixed with the tone Aunt Vi always used on both.

“I just… I was making sure it was you out there.” Charley gave Nova her biggest doe eyes to match the soft timbre she’d added to her voice.

“You been gone for a long time, Nova.”

Charley quickly makes her way from the floor to the lumpy couch she’d been sleeping on and finds her sister’s eyes again, hoping her gaze had softened just a bit.

It hadn’t. But, she braved her next question anyway. “Who’s that girl?”

And there it was. Nova knew better than to think her inquisitive and most the time, with her at least, blunt fifteen-year-old sister wouldn’t ask. She just wasn’t sure how much she should tell her. Dropping her hands from her hips to make her way next to her on the couch, Nova kept her back straight and her stare remained serious as she answered.

“That was Fatima. She’s- she’s my girlfriend. And before you even ask, no. No one else in the family knows and it’s gonna stay that way.” Nova arches a brow at Charley to let her know she’s serious. It’s never been lost on her how much her baby sister and their auntie like their little “tea talks.”

Charley’s eyes grow big with surprise as she throws one leg up to cross in front of her. A fury of questions filling her head. The creases in her forehead deepen at Nova’s sternness and the returned hard look in her eyes, but Charley isn’t phased.

Meeting her sister’s stare with a hard one of her own, she squares her shoulders before she asks the only question that really matters to her at the moment.

“Does she make you happy?”

Nova’s dimpled grin and laugh of surprise get quickly muffled by the fling of Charley’s pencil-thin arms around her neck.

“Yeah. Yeah, sis, she really does.” 

Nova exhales and Charley giggles with excitement at her answer. Her arms hold her a little bit tighter after that. They’d just hit a light rock back and forth when Charley suddenly pulls back. Face once again very serious when she looks Nova in the eyes this time.

“One other thing, and depends on your answer if we can move on after that.”

“Yeah?” An edge of concern washes over Nova’s voice. What other question could possibly be more important?

“Does she love Ida B. Wells as much as you do?”

Nova’s belly laugh forced her into the not so soft back of the couch and falling over into her sister’s side and at that moment there was no other place she’d rather Charley be.

Rough Draft

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Telling her story and coming to herself won’t be easy. Nova writes.

Queen Sugar: Nova Bordelon with mentions of Sierra and Chantal. Plus family, 336 words

“Loving her feels felt like a nightmare mixed with my wildest dreams. I always felt like running.

From the shadow, you can’t see but you can feel it behind you. Creeping close enough to catch you. Bringing you face to face with what you fear most. And then there she is. Arms open and heart understanding even when she challenged. Forcing me to face that fear head-on. Not before I did run.  Away from the dream of freedom. Right into a shadow of myself. I’m  lost.”

Nova finally sits the pen down when her hand really starts to shake. Reading it over again she tries to change what she knows is no real mistake. She should have typed this. Would have been easier she knew for the things she didn’t want to see to disappear with a keystroke, but something kept pulling her to her first notebook instead. Nova reads the words again now that her hands have stilled. By the time she gets back to the last word, her eyes sting with tears.

“Shit.”

She hadn’t even told Sierra about her. Chantal.  Felt too raw. Too close to past tense since that seems to be the only way she told Sierra anything these days. Nova sighs at the realization of that. What kind of person told a so-called best and oldest friend things already long gone? The type that kept secrets and manipulated words to keep from facing lies. The kind that did the same to her only baby sister when she didn’t really mean it. Aunt Vi’s words still stung her like a slap across the jaw and her words to Micah came ringing back in her ears. Forcing her out of her seat at her desk.

“What were your intentions?”

The talk with Sierra and Too Sweet had left Nova too exposed. Left her thoughts too loud and the pain come fresh. The walk to the back of the house was brisk. Her notebook stayed behind. She needed a blunt.

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A Picture Worth Three Little Words

A quick Flashfic from the prompt by @daily-prompts. I changed it from first person. I was having a perfectly normal day, the first I’ve had in quite some time. That is, until I saw it

Fandom: Queen Sugar (OWN)

Word Count: 192

Charley was having a perfectly normal day, the first she’d had in quite some time. That is until she saw it. The picture had somehow got shuffled with the rest of them. She’d been going through the photos she’d found in her office drawer from the Brown Sugar Festival. Darla must have taken them that day. Charley picked the glossy paper up almost like it was made of glass, staring at it and feeling her jaw tighten. What had happened? Why did it feel like this moment was a whole world away from where they used to be?

Charley sighed and put the photo down to pick her phone up instead and typed the text out without a thought but paused before she sent it.

“I miss you,” it said.

Charley looked back at the photo. Nova’s head laid on her shoulder. Charley’s arm secure around her back.

Something still just didn’t feel right and she really wished she knew what it was. Erasing the message and sliding the picture back in the drawer, Charley sighed heavily again before turning her attention to her laptop.

She had to get back to work.