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Sorrel Ch. 4 | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: An American in London, you have recently graduated university with no job prospects so you take up a gig at a Guyanese bakery and become enthralled in the world of a regular customer.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2235

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

You spent the next few days in a fog of embarrassment, replaying the supermarket encounter with Letitia over and over in your mind. The idea of going to her acting class seemed impossible now. What if she thought you were some sort of creepy stalker? What if she mentioned it to someone else? The thought made your stomach churn.

Kerry noticed your odd behavior and prodded you for an explanation. "You've been acting weird. What's up?" she asked one evening as you both lounged on the couch.

You shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Just tired, I guess."

She wasn't being fooled. "Nope, not buying it. Something's definitely up."

You sighed, unable to keep it from her any longer. "It's nothing, really."

Kerry crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on."

You took a deep breath, knowing you couldn't keep it from her any longer. "Okay, fine. I got invited to this... thing by... this girl that I like."

Kerry's eyes widened with excitement, and she couldn't suppress a grin. "Really? That's awesome! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because..." You felt your face flush. "Because it's obvious I have this embarrassing crush on her! I think she only invited me as a formality, and it would be weird if I actually went."

Kerry laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh my god, you have a crush! This is priceless! Who is she? Do I know her?"

You fidgeted nervously, avoiding her gaze. "No, you don't know her. And it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Kerry's grin widened. "You have a crush, and she invited you to something. This is a huge deal! Come on, give me some details."

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "She's... amazing. But I'm pretty sure she only invited me to be polite."

Kerry rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking this. She invited you because she saw something in you. You should totally go!"

You shook your head, anxiety gnawing at your insides. "No, she'll just be weirded out. She saw that I had a bunch of pictures of her on my phone, Kerry. She probably thinks I'm some kind of stalker."

Kerry's laughter rang out again. "Oh, you poor thing! You really got it bad, don't you?" She softened her tone, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Look, you won't know unless you go. And you know what? I'll come with you. Moral support."

You hesitated, but Kerry's enthusiasm was infectious. "Are you sure? What if it's a disaster?"

"It won't be," Kerry said firmly. "You'll go, and you'll show her that you're serious. And if it gets awkward, I'll be right there with you. Deal?"

You bit your lip, considering her words. Finally, you nodded. "Deal."

Kerry grinned. "Good. We're going, and you're going to be amazing."

You still felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach, but Kerry's unwavering support made it a little easier to breathe. "Thanks, Kerry. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kerry winked. "Probably hide in your room forever. But that's not happening on my watch. Now, let's get you an outfit together. We need you on your a-game!"

The next evening, you led Kerry to the performing arts center, your steps growing slower and more hesitant with each passing block. The anxiety gnawed at you, every nerve in your body on high alert. The familiar streets of the neighborhood seemed suddenly foreign, each sound amplified, every passerby a potential judge of your insecurities.

As you walked, you kept glancing down at the tight shirt Kerry had insisted you wear, and the short shorts that felt entirely too revealing. You tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to pull it lower, hoping to cover more skin. "I don't know about this outfit," you muttered, feeling the fabric cling to you uncomfortably. "I feel so exposed. Maybe I should go home and change."

Kerry rolled her eyes, not slowing her pace. "You look amazing. Trust me, it's just your nerves talking."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the closer you got to the performing arts center, the more your anxiety grew. You felt every bead of sweat forming on your brow, the fabric of your clothes sticking to your skin, making you want to crawl out of your own body. "Seriously, Kerry, I think I should change. These shorts are way too short. What if she thinks I'm trying too hard?"

Kerry glanced at you, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You? Trying too hard? Please. If anything, you’re trying too hard to hide." She swatted your hand away as you tried to cover your legs, making you stumble slightly. "Stop fidgeting. You’re going to be fine."

You sighed, feeling the heat rise to your face. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who looks like they’re auditioning for a part in a teenage rom-com."

Kerry laughed, her grip on your hand tightening as she kept you moving forward. "If anyone is qualified to star in a rom-com, it’s you. With the amount of pining you do, you’re practically the lead character already."

You managed a weak laugh, but the knot in your stomach only tightened. By the time you reached the performing arts center, your legs felt like jelly. Standing outside the entrance, you tried once more to hide your legs with your hands, but Kerry swatted them away again.

"Would you stop that? You look great. Besides, this girl invited you because she likes you, right? She’s not going to care about your outfit."

"But what if she thinks I'm weird for actually showing up?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kerry gave you a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with determination. "You’re doing this because you want to, and because you deserve to be here. Now come on," she said, tugging you forward with more force than you expected.

Before you could protest any further, Kerry dragged you through the doors of the performing arts center. The cool air of the lobby hit your face, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Kerry's grip on your hand was unwavering. Her confidence was contagious, and as you took your first steps towards your fate, you felt a small spark of hope igniting within you.

Inside the auditorium, you were immediately struck by how bright and warm it was. The lights overhead cast a welcoming glow, and the soft hum of air conditioning created a comfortable, inviting atmosphere. A row of burgundy seats fanned out in front of a modest cherry wood stage, where Letitia stood, chatting with a colleague.

She looked effortlessly sexy under the stage lighting in a pair of form-fitting gray sweats and sneakers, her casual attire accentuating her lithe, athletic build. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her presence magnetic even in the simplicity of her outfit. She wore a snug tank top under a loose, cropped hoodie, and you couldn't help but notice how it emphasized her toned arms and the smooth curve of her neck. Her hair was now a cute, tiny afro, and the combination of her natural beauty and relaxed style made her even more breathtaking.

Your heart raced uncontrollably at the sight of her, the ambient chatter and Kerry's encouraging whispers fading into white noise. It was as if time had slowed down, every detail of Letitia etched into your mind—the way the swell of her backside was so obvious through her pants, the softness of her hair, and the easy confidence with which she moved.

Glancing around, you noticed that the dozen other attendees seemed equally relaxed and casual in their attire. The anxiety spiked as you became acutely aware of your own appearance—your oiled, shiny legs, the revealing clothes Kerry had picked out for you, your eyeliner, and your freshly done hair. You felt out of place, as if a spotlight had been cast on you alone, highlighting your insecurities.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to shrink into yourself. The feeling of vulnerability only intensified as you realized how out of place you looked and felt. Regret washed over you, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could you have ever imagined that you had a chance? The idea seemed laughable now. Letitia's invitation, which had once felt like a glimmer of hope, now seemed like a formality, a polite gesture misinterpreted by your eager heart.

Your mind raced with self-doubt, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears. You were stupid for even imagining that Letitia might be interested in you. She probably only invited you to be nice, and here you were, standing out like a sore thumb in your trampy outfit. The regret gnawed at you, making you wish you could disappear into the plush seats and never be seen again.

Feeling utterly out of place and overwhelmed, you turned and grabbed Kerry’s arms, looking her in the eyes with a pleading desperation. “Kerry, please, let’s just leave,” you whispered urgently. “I can’t do this. I look ridiculous, and I feel so stupid. Let’s go, please.”

Kerry’s expression softened, but before she could respond, you heard your name called from across the room. You froze, turning slowly to see Letitia waving from the front of the stage, her smile warm and inviting. The sight of her instantly rooted you to the spot, your heart pounding even harder.

Letitia hopped down from the stage with ease and began making her way down the aisle toward you. The attendees parted like the Red Sea, their curious gazes following her as she walked over. Each step she took seemed to echo in the room, amplifying your anxiety and excitement. As she reached you, she gave you a dramatic once-over, her eyes lingering on your figure.

“I thought it was you, but I wasn’t sure,” Letitia said, her voice filled with genuine surprise and delight. Her gaze was intense, as if she couldn’t stop looking at you. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Before you could respond, she pulled you into a warm hug. The world seemed to fade away as you felt her arms around you, the softness of her touch and the faint floral scent of her perfume enveloping you. You were overwhelmed, entranced by the sensation of being so close to her. The hug was brief but left you feeling both lightheaded and grounded at the same time.

Letitia pulled back slightly, her eyes still locked on yours. “Let me take a look at you,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. She lifted her hand and made a twirling motion, indicating for you to spin around. Your nerves spiked, but you complied, doing a slow, nervous twirl under her watchful gaze. The attendees’ eyes were on you, adding to the whirlwind of emotions.

As you finished the twirl, Letitia’s smile widened. “Well, don’t you look absolutely stunning?” she said, her tone teasing yet sincere. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Her words made your heart flutter, but the intensity of the moment also made you feel incredibly shy and nervous. Your cheeks flushed, and you found it hard to meet her gaze. You managed a small, hesitant smile, feeling both thrilled and intimidated by her attention. The anxiety and self-doubt didn’t entirely disappear, but under Letitia’s appreciative gaze, you felt a tiny spark of confidence mixed with your overwhelming shyness.

Just as you were getting lost in the moment, Kerry cleared her throat loudly, a reminder that she was still standing beside you. Letitia suddenly turned her attention to her, her expression shifting to one of delight. “Oh! I didn’t even see you there!” she exclaimed, her laughter warm and genuine.

“That’s fine!” Kerry replied, her excitement evident. “Cool set up you’ve got here!”

Letitia smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Thanks! I feel like I’ve met you before,” she said, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

Kerry chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. “Well, all of the neighborhood is my family, so it’s possible! You know how it is.”

They shared a laugh, and you felt a sense of ease wash over you, grateful for Kerry’s lightheartedness. Letitia then clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “Well, I reckon I should get started with class now that everybody’s here,” she announced, looking directly at you to shoot a wink that felt both personal and intentional.

With that, she turned on her heel and made her way back to the stage, her presence commanding yet effortlessly casual. You felt yourself swooning, a rush going straight to your head at the memory of a few seconds ago. The world around you faded into a blissful haze, your heart still fluttering from the encounter.

In the corner of your eye, you caught Kerry’s knowing glance, accompanied by a head shake in your direction. You instinctively understood it was a warning of a stern probing conversation waiting for you later, but the thought barely registered. All you could think about was the way Letitia had looked at you, the warmth of her hug, and how her words lingered in the air like a sweet melody. For now, you were content to bask in the moment, letting the excitement and hope of what was to come overshadow everything else.

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2. "it's been a long time" | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: Will a familiar face reignite the spark you thought was lost?

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, slow-burn

Word Count: 1911

A/N: So I’m back for day 2 of fictober! As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

The evening sky over London was in that strange twilight zone between “charmingly moody” and “probably going to rain on you at the worst possible time.” The kind of night that made you grateful for indoor events, even if that event happened to be your high school reunion.

You stood just outside the venue—a modest hotel ballroom near the Thames—mentally bracing yourself. Who even goes to these things willingly? Most people would rather delete all evidence of their teenage years, not voluntarily relive them with people who last saw them in braces and questionable fashion choices. But here you were, about to step back into a room full of people who probably remembered you as that awkward girl who tripped over a bench on Sports Day.

“Just get through it,” you muttered to yourself, taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

Immediately, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia—both good and bad. The venue had tried for elegance, but it felt more like someone had half-heartedly Googled “classy” and ran with the first result. Large printouts of yearbook pictures, of all things, lined the entryway, and there was a photo booth where people were already cramming themselves for awkward snapshots.

You hadn’t taken more than a few steps before Jamie Winters—the man who looked like he was still mentally stuck in Year 11—bounded over to you with a wide grin.

“Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, already launching into some story about football and glory days.

You nodded along, sipping the cheap wine you picked up near the door, though your mind was elsewhere. You hadn’t come here for Jamie Winters and his incessant recounting of a single goal he made during a game none of you remembered. No. There was only one reason you were here tonight.

And then you saw her.

Letitia stood on the far side of the room, her warm brown skin glowing under the lights and her long, toned legs appearing out of a sleek skirt suit. She was in conversation with a few other classmates, though it was clear she wasn’t paying much attention to them. Her eyes scanned the room, and when they found you, they lit up with unmistakable recognition.

A jolt of nerves hit your stomach. This wasn’t like seeing an old friend; it was more like facing an unresolved chapter of your life. In high school, the two of you had hovered around each other, never quite breaking into that next level, despite a connection you couldn’t explain. You hadn’t spoken to her since graduation. No texts, no social media, nothing.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until right now.

Letitia’s smile widened, and without breaking her gaze, she excused herself from the group and started walking toward you. The crowd seemed to part for her effortlessly, like she commanded the room with just her presence. She always had that quiet, easy confidence—the kind that made you simultaneously want to be around her and feel totally inadequate in her orbit.

When she reached you, she grinned and said, “Well, well. If it isn’t the bookworm. How’ve you been?”

Your throat went dry, but you managed a casual smirk. “It’s been a long time.”

Letitia let out a laugh, one of those soft, genuine ones that made your heart skip. “Yeah, too long. Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“I could say the same thing,” you replied, trying to keep your cool despite the fact that your pulse was doing its best to sabotage you. “I figured you’d be too busy, you know, taking over the world.”

“Hardly,” she said, leaning in a little as if sharing a secret. “But I did come back to London, and apparently this reunion was calling my name. You?”

You shrugged. “Same. Still here. I’m a glutton for punishment, I guess.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You always were. Remember Mr. Thompson’s history class? I swear you were the only one who actually cared about that ridiculous essay on the Tudors.”

You groaned, covering your face. “Don’t remind me. I had a lot of misplaced academic ambition.”

She tilted her head, still smiling, though now there was something softer in her expression. “It suited you. You always knew where you were going, even if the rest of us were just trying to survive.”

That caught you off guard. You hadn’t realized she’d noticed you at all, not in the way you noticed her. “Yeah, well, I don’t think anyone really knows where they’re going at sixteen.”

Letitia raised an eyebrow. “Maybe. But you were always different. Still are.”

The compliment landed square in your chest, and suddenly, it felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. You could sense the shift in the conversation, the same subtle tension that had always hovered between you two.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Letitia said abruptly, glancing toward the dance floor, where a few people were trying and failing to get some kind of party started. “I don’t think we really belong at this cringe fest, do you?”

“God, no.” You laughed, relieved and intrigued by the sudden suggestion. “Where should we go?”

“I know a place,” she said, winking as she turned and headed toward the door.

You followed her out into the night, the cool air a welcome change from the stuffy ballroom. She led you down a few winding streets, the sounds of the city wrapping around you like a familiar melody. Eventually, you found yourselves at a quiet, little pub—warm lights spilling out onto the pavement, the hum of conversation just loud enough to feel lively but not overwhelming.

As soon as you stepped inside, you felt more at ease. Letitia slid into a booth near the back, her low-cut hair appearing to dazzle under the dim light. You sat across from her, the table between you suddenly feeling like both a barrier and a bridge.

She took a sip of her drink and looked at you thoughtfully. “You know,” she said slowly, “I always thought we’d stay in touch after school.”

Your breath hitched. “Yeah…same.”

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Then why didn’t we?”

You didn’t have a good answer. Or maybe you did, but it wasn’t something you were ready to admit. “Life, I guess. Things just…got in the way.”

Letitia watched you for a long moment, then nodded. “Yeah. But maybe we can change that now.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she said, smiling that slow, knowing smile that made your heart do flips, “maybe it’s not too late to pick up where we left off.”

You stared at her, trying to read the depth in her gaze. The tension between you was thick, almost tangible, and yet there was an ease to it too—like the two of you were finally stepping into a moment that had been years in the making.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Letitia beat you to it, her voice low and full of promise.

“Besides,” she said with a playful smirk, “we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Fictober Masterlist

A/N: Here I will be keeping track of my daily fictober updates. Feedback is always appreciated <3

"that was good work"

"it's been a long time"

"I know you better"

"no, we're not doing that"

"it's a new day, let's go"

"I'm not giving up"

"follow me if you want to live"

"are we happy?"

"don't listen to me, listen to them"

"is this normal?"

"well, that worked out great"

"did you hear that?"

"that's not the point"

"did you stick to the plan?"

"let's try this"

"no, I'm not okay"

"strangest thing I ever heard"

"you always have a plan"

"this is getting ridiculous"

"I saw your eyes light up"

"we've done worse"

"why are we doing this again?"

"we can fix this, I know we can"

"you didn't do anything wrong"

"it consumes me"

"you were the first"

"let me remind you"

"just say what you want"

"how did this happen?"

"I won't let you down"

"it's always been you"

9. “don’t listen to me, listen to them” | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: Who will you believe?

Rating: Mature (language)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 311

A/N: I initially posted this without formatting a few days ago. I've now come back to make edits including adding the taglist. If you already read this, sorry. ✌🏾

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

“Why were you even alone together?” you demanded, your heart pounding in your chest. You stood in the kitchen, arms crossed tightly, watching Letitia pace back and forth.

She paused, turning to face you, her brow furrowed. “I told you, it wasn’t like that. We were just talking.”

“Talking? My friends saw you leaving together! They said you were all over that hoe,” you shot back, anger bubbling up inside you. “What you expect me to think?”

“Really? You’re going to believe them over me?” Letitia replied, disbelief lacing her tone.

“And why shouldn’t I? It looks bad! I don’t even know who this bitch is,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice.

“Because it’s not what you think!” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You’re jumping to conclusions!”

“Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions because you keep fucking lying!” You took a step closer, feeling the tension amplify. “I just know you hiding shit from me.”

Letitia closed her eyes for a moment, visibly trying to rein in her temper. “Look, I’m not cheating on you! I care about you!”

“Then why do I feel like I’m losing you?” you snapped, your voice trembling. “You’re out here making me feel like I’m not enough.”

She took a deep breath, frustration spilling over. “Whatever, fuck it. Don’t listen to me, listen to them. If you think I’m that type of person, maybe you should trust what you believe instead of what I’m telling you.”

You felt the sting of her words hit hard. “So, that’s it? You’d rather I feel like this than you be honest with me?”

“Do you even trust me?” she shot back, her eyes locking onto yours with a fire that matched your own. The silence hung between you, and in that moment, it felt like everything you’d built together was on the verge of crumbling.

10. “is this normal?” | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: She’s never been good at braiding.

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, fluff

Word count: 259

A/N: Came back to format. Ignore the tag if you've already read this. ❤️

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You leaned in the doorway, watching your wife carefully part Josephine’s hair. The toddler sat on the floor, wiggling around but laughing, completely entertained by the way Letitia’s fingers moved through her curls. Letitia had been practicing her braiding skills over the last couple of years, but she still acted like she was figuring it out as she went.

“Uh… is this normal?” Letitia asked, holding up a rubber band, looking way too serious for the moment. “I’m not messing up her hair, right?”

You laughed and walked over, kneeling beside them. “Babe, it looks great. You’re doing fine.”

It felt like just yesterday you got that call in the middle of the night. The foster agency said there was a newborn that needed a home now, and within hours, Josephine was in your arms. It was chaotic but perfect. And now, two years later, you were finally making it official in court.

Letitia was finishing the last twist when Josephine turned her head, throwing her off a little. Letitia sighed dramatically, sitting back. “She’s not making this easy, huh?”

You grinned, brushing a loose curl from Josephine’s face. “She’s two, that’s kind of her job.”

Letitia gave you a lopsided smile. “Well, here’s hoping the judge isn’t too focused on her hair.”

You squeezed her shoulder, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in. “The judge will be too busy falling in love with her, like the rest of us.”

Letitia’s grin softened, and she leaned in, kissing your cheek. “We’re doing it, babe. We’re really doing it.”

CEO!Namor Aesthetic Board

We backk baybyeeee with another Namor aesthetic board, and I made CEO! namor instead. I’ve designed quite a few and can not wait to show all of them to you. Enjoy this one y’all! 

P.S: if you still stick around reposting, liking and all that jazz, I’m sending hugs, kisses and loves for you all and stick around for more

Character Aesthetic/ Moodboard Gallery

MCU 

Namor 🌊👑🔱

 CEO!Namor - Namor, CEO of Talokan Enterprise 

CEO!Tenoch/Namor x CEO!Reader 

CEO!Namor/Tenoch x Girlboss!Reader

Namor, The Feathered Serpent God 

Namor x Siren!Reader (gif)

The Feathered Serpent God: K’uk’ulkan

AU!Namor x Reader

Shuri 👑👩‍💻⚙️🧠🗡️

Shuri, Princess of Wakanda (Purple Palette) 

Okoye 🗡️👩🏿‍🦰🏋🏿‍♀️💪🏿👊🏿

Okoye, General of Dora Milaje 

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Tyler Galpin 👦👿👹☕❤️‍🔥

Tyler Galpin, The Hyde and The Forbidden Forest 

Tyler Galpin, The Barista Boy 

Tyler Galpin x Normie!Reader 

Teen Choice Awards

Choice Action Movie - Avengers: Infinity War

Choice Action Movie Actor - Robert Downey Jr

Choice Action Movie Actress - Scarlett Johansson

Choice Sci-Fi Movie - Black Panther

Choice Sci-Fi Movie Actor - Chris Hemsworth

Choice Sci-Fi Movie Actress - Letitia Wright

Choice Movie Villain - Michael B. Jordan

Choice Drama Movie - The Greatest Showman

Choice Drama Movie Actor - Zac Efron

Choice Drama Movie Actress - Zendaya

Choice Movie Ship - Zac Efron and Zendaya

Choice Collaboration - Rewrite the stars, Zac Efron and Zendaya

Choice Comedy Movie - Love, Simon

Choice Breakout Movie Star - Nick Robinson

Choice Sci-Fi/Fantasy TV Show - Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments

Choice Sci-Fi/Fantasy TV Actor - Matthew Daddario

Choice Action TV Actress - Melissa Benoist

I'm pretty much SCREAMING right now.

Sam : so what is like dating Bucky?

Steve : there this one time I accidentally made him mad at me so when i asked him to give me a hand during a fight, he literally cut the f*ck out of his metal arm and threw it at me.

Shuri : *without looking up from her work (which is inventing Bucky's new arm)* Honestly...I'm not suprised

I pity Tom. He's sitting there like "Get me out of here. I did not sign up for being a thirdwheel!"

While Seb looks at Letitia like he's gonna devour her.

Find yourself someone, who looks at you the way these two look at each other.

Honestly Seb and Tish, just get a room.

I see no difference. Ah, my heart.❤️

Sebastian acting like Jessica Chastain’s love interest on the set of 355 , giving her The Look for the cameras versus Sebastian looking at Letitia during Infinity War press. 

Never thought his crush on her was remotely *platonic* before but these parallels just made my day and I’m crossing fingers for them to be co-stars in a romcom someday soon. Hollywood better not waste that chemistry.

Me lookin at tish’s story for the 6272th time

The cast of Black Panther at 2019 Academy Awards.

IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

OMFG SHES ALIVE

"I am the BLACK PANTHER, and I'm here for RETRIBUTION!"

⚠️FLASH WARNING⚠️

Found this edit of the Queen herself that I made like a few months ago, so I had to post it

(Note: I’m sorry for the ass quality, I screen recorded this because I used CapCut Pro features and I’m not about to pay them ANYTHING)