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After Warrior Falls shenanigans and chaos.

I figured I'd write out my headcanon since you peeps liked it so much. 🤣

Enjoy

Today was the day. W'Kabi was finally being released from exile out of the kindness of council's heart.

M'Baku was apprehensive, but figured the man would be too powerless to cause any issues for the time being.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was a tipsy W'Kabi singing at the top of his lungs at 4 in the morning.

"Glory to Hanuman." He huffed as he approached the small crowd of people standing around Okoye and Attuma's home that sat on the edge of the Border Tribe. "What is he doing?" He groaned as he watched W'Kabi sing slightly off-key.

"One! I wish I never fell in love!" He shouted before holding up two fingers. "Two, I wish I never fell for you!" He dropped to his knees. "Oh, three! If I just had one more wish, I'd go back and do it all over again. If I had a time machine-"

Aneka chuckled as she watched W'Kabi spin around like he was Usher before he began to do a drunk moonwalk as he bellowed the chorus of the song. "I heard that someone told him Okoye had gotten married."

"I hope he does not think he has a chance." M'Baku groaned.

"I think the liquor gave him courage."

"If he continues, the bald headed demon will release her shark."

Aneka shrugged. "I'm hoping I get to see that."

He arched a brow. "Are you recording?"

"I am."

The regent king watched Okoye open her window while dawning a robe. "W'Kabi. Go home!"

"You are my home!"

"We're divorced! Move on!"

"How could you move on!?" He sobbed. "We had something special!"

"You did not care when you betrayed Wakanda!"

"I betrayed Wakanda for you!" He snapped. "For us!"

"We are not doing this again!" She snapped. "I'm giving you five seconds to leave or I will come through this window and end you with my spear!"

"Okoye please!"

"FIVE."

M'Baku blinked before grabbing an abandoned chair to sit on. "Count me in."

"FOUR."

Aneka snickered as she watched him yank a carrot out of his pocket to munch on before offering a banana.

"Thanks." She hummed before she began to eat.

"THREE."

"What's going on!?" Ayo frowned as she approached with a few members of the Dora Milaje.

"W'Kabi is about to get his ass beat." Aneka answered her wife as she took a bite of her banana. "Want a bite?"

"No."

"TWO."

"Why are you two just sitting here eating and watching?" She frowned.

"I wanna see Attuma beat his ass." Aneka shrugged.

"And I'm not getting punched again." M'Baku huffed.

Ayo shook her head. "The council is going to lose their minds."

"Not when they see the footage." Aneka snickered. "You should have been here earlier. He was singing Micheal Jackson and Mariah Carey."

"On key?"

"No."

"ONE."

They all turned to see Okoye try to climb out the window before she was yanked back in by a pair of blue arms.

Everyone was silent as the window remained empty for a moment.

W'Kabi watched Attuma jump out the window, dawning nothing more than his loincloth and rebreathers as he moved forward with hellfire in his dark brown eyes.

The shorter man stepped back as Attuma began shouting in his native tongue.

"You're the other man!?!" W'Kabi stared in disbelief. "I can take you!"

Ayo closed her eyes as the shorter man ran forward and threw a series of punches into talokanil's chest.

Attuma looked at his chest, completely unfazed, before he chuckled.

"I bet it'll only take one punch." Aneka offered.

M'Baku took another bite of his carrot. "I think Attuma will be nice and let him endure a few more. He seems like the type who likes to play with his enemies before killing them."

"You two are awful." Ayo sighed before accepting a bite of banana.

Attuma swung, and W'Kabi took it like a champ as he crumbled to the floor.

It was like watching a tree fall to an axe.

Slow and cumbersome.

"Damn." Aneka wrinkled her nose as they watched W'Kabi struggle to get back up. "I can't believe you were right."

"The man got his ass kicked a lot in exile. He can take a few hits."

"You knew that before making the bet."

"I did."

"Cheater."

"It's called research."

"No. It's called cheating."

They watched W'Kabi grab Attuma's leg to support himself as he tried to get back up.

"Glory to Hanuman. Have some shame-" M'Baku shook his head before feigning a wince as the warrior kneed the dazed man in the face.

"I'm stepping in." Ayo grumbled.

"No. He's still fighting." He gestured to the sobbing man. "Let him get up. Let him get up."

"My king. If he is killed, it will be a breach in the treaty."

"Attuma knows his strength." He waved off her concern. "He'll be fine."

"I..... I-" W'Kabi slurred as blood spilled from his nose. "I wiiiiiiiiiill win baaaaack my wiiiiiife."

Attuma yanked him up by the back of her shirt and stared.

"You say, your wife. When she is mine." Attuma furrowed his eyebrows. "Do not insult the mother of my child."

"CHILD!?!" W'Kabi panicked. "O-Okoye is pregnant!?!"

"Yes. If she were not, I would have considered letting her beat you herself." He narrowed his eyes. "But maybe I would have handled you still, even if she wasn't. Just so you would know that you will never have a chance."

"NO! OKOYE!" He tried to look past the warrior as tears blurred his eyes. "OKOYE!"

Everyone gasped before they began to whisper.

"Oh-"

"Girl-"

"He's bout to be sick."

"I'm telling you. He's gonna be sobbing and fasting for days."

"He is living out a nightmare I tell you."

"Damn."

"OKOOOOYEEEEEEE! PLEAAAASEEE!"

Aneka smacked M’Baku's shoulder as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I was not prepared-" Ayo covered her mouth.

"Is he crying again?" M'Baku cackled.

"Yes." Aneka laughed.

W'Kabi continued to shout. "OKOYE! TELL ME HE'S LYING!" He squirmed. "OKOYE!"

"Do not call for her. She will not answer you." Attuma tightened his hold on him. "You have come here and disturbed her rest and now you wish to stress her further." He frowned. "If you are a problem to Okoye, you are a problem to me. I will not let my wife endure anything." He growled. "Something you failed to do."

W'Kabi was shaking in the man's hold.

"So, let me make myself clear." He narrowed his eyes. "If I learn that you are bothering Okoye ever again, I will serenade you until you fall into the sea and have my sharks rip you apart." His eyes were darker than the ocean's abyss. "I say this in english... to be clear. I can also say it in Xhosa to be clearer." He grabbed the man's face roughly with his other hand. "Do you understand?"

He spat in Attuma's face before shouting. "OKO-"

Attuma cracked his head into the other man's and tossed his body before turning around with a grunt of disgust.

"And see- he did better than me." Aneka shook her head as she ended the recording. "Because I would have stomped his head in after he spat in my face."

"I think he remembered the treaty." M'Baku offered. "I wouldn't have stopped him if he chose to. I think he was being pretty nice until he spat."

"Alright. This is done." Ayo smacked their shoulders before moving in to grab W'Kabi's limp body.

"That was an uneventful fight." M'Baku sighed. "But it was still good."

"What? You expected him to fight back?" Aneka laughed. "The man was drunk. A baby could wield a spear better than a drunk man."

"I was hoping it would give him a power up. Like uh.... super strength."

"He's not that type of drunk."

"I can see that." M'Baku got up. "Send me a copy of that video. I must show it to my people in the Jabari Lands."

"You got it."

Bloopers:

Okoye sleeping peacefully while her man handles business:

Everyone watching W'Kabi lose:

In another AU, Oni and Attuma jumping W'Kabi:

Listen. I just know Attuma is an extremely involved and supportive husband when it comes to raising his and Okoye's kids.

So just come with me as I write out a few thoughts.

This is based in The Sun & The Sky AU. 💓

My thoughts:

The first time Attuma held the twins, he cried. They were so small and precious. From the moment he saw them, he knew that he'd destroy any and every threat that dared to trouble them. Okoye was given many soft kisses and praises for bringing their kids into the world too. Gentle massages, careful assistance with bathing, and homemade meals. You know, all the good stuff. Anything to help her as she healed and rested. Gotta make sure his sun is shining too. 😌

Anytime their babies would cry, he'd sprint to the scene to hold them and soothe them. Okoye is often impressed by how in tune he is with the twins. Sometimes it seems like he's able to sense their distress before they make an audible cry. Even in the midst of his slumber, he'll wake up and go check on their two bundles of joy.

Whenever Okoye has to breastfeed them, he's there helping and being supportive. Whether he's rubbing her back. Holding her so that she's able to rest in his arms. Or feeding her because she's a bit hungry and her arms are full. He read a lot of books while she was pregnant, so he's constantly rubbing her down with salves he read about to make sure she's never sore after breastfeeding and that she's eating properly to keep producing milk.

And as Okoye begins to observe the changes to her body, postpartum, Attuma is always boosting her head up. She doesn't even get a chance to think any less of herself. He's always praising her, drowning her in love, and gifting her things so that she knows she's just as special as their babies. He'll take care of the kids, so that she can go train a little or have some alone time. He'll even plan little picnic dates for them in the living room, while the twins are sleeping, so the romance stays alive. 🥺 He'll bring her home flowers and a baked treat, every time he comes home from patrolling. Eager to relieve her of any stress, she may be feeling from taking care of the twins all day by herself.

Whenever Okoye is napping, he's always walking around with the babies wrapped securely to his torso. Ever since Aneka showed him how to wrap the babies securely and wear them- he saw it while out and wished to learn- he does it as often as he can. He's a proud father. The twins are his pride and the fruits of his love. Why wouldn't he keep them close?

Everyone finds it cute. Such a large and intimidating man wearing two little babies.

Yes, Aneka and Namora take pictures and send them to Okoye. Shuri has been working on building a super cool stroller to earn the title of Auntie of the Year. It's a hard competition with RiRi in the lab. To their dismay, Oni manages to one up them by giving Attuma more patterned wraps made with a longer and stretchier cloth. (Attuma will carry his babies until they are 4. And even then. He'd just move on to piggyback rides. 😭 He feels that they are safer when they are close. 🥺 But he has to get more creative as he and Okoye's family grows. Imagine him with 12 kids wrapped around him. 💀 Jk. 12 kids is my running joke. It does not have to be canon.)

"Man- I know we didn't just get one upped by a piece of fabric." RiRi scowled as Oni and Attuma talked.

Namora was proud of her wife, shooting a small glare at RiRi. "You did. Accept it."

"Those praises do not fall on you. You're just as crappy of an aunt as us." RiRi huffed before laughing when Namora gently nudged her and rolled her eyes.

"He's a simple man." Shuri groaned. "I should have listened to K'uk'ulkan."

"He'll come around." Aneka gently pet them on the back. "You're crazy if you think he's only having two kids with udade. Your inventions will come in handy eventually."

"She is right." Namora hummed. "We all aspire to have big families."

The funny thing about Attuma wearing the twins is that they are so small that they're both able to be strapped to the front of his chest. As they get older, the less chaotic of the twins get to chill in the front. (They don't try to grab ingredients or kick things while he'd cooking. Safety first people.) It's okay. He often gives his toddler on his back pieces of cut fruit to keep their spirits lifted and help them feel involved.

Okoye is always amused to see him talking to the twins while cooking and running errands, even though they're tiny and unable to process what he's saying.

"We are making K'iin food. K'iin means sun." He whispered. "K'iin is your mother. Na' is how you say mother." He'd remind them. "We must make sure she stays bright and healthy." He'd say as he chopped up some ingredients. "So we are making her soup to help her heal, because having two babies took a toll on her. She needs lots of food and rest so that she can continue to be the best mother she already is to both of you." He smiled behind his rebreather. "We will start by cutting up these carrots-"

"Ah." One of the babies would sound out.

"-Yes." He'd grin before pressing a soft kiss into the infant's head. "And we'll add onions, peppers, and chicken. Na' like corn, so we have to add it too."

Sometimes he'll sing to them in mayan. It's not a tune that's laced with strong suggestions like the one he'd drown his enemies with. It's often a song his mother would hum to him when he was small. Something he was happy to pass down to his own children.

And that concludes Part 1. ♡

Izogie x Doctor!Black!Fem!Reader

I cooked something up for ya @theeblackmedusa and the peeps to eat. You had me dusting cobwebs off my reader x character writing skills. 🤣 Whenever I get back on AO3, I'll toss it up so the peeps can eat over there, too.

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(E/c) eyes inspected the blood that caked the warrior's skin as they sat on a mat hidden behind a tall straw-woven screen.

Izogie watched the doctor's brows furrow as she examined the wound with a frown.

"If you frown any harder, your forehead will form a new wrinkle."

(Y/n) kissed her teeth before letting go of the warrior's thigh. "If I get a new wrinkle, it will be your fault."

"My fault?"

"How did you get such a nasty cut on your thigh?"

Author Notes:

I finally got a moment to write something cute for these two. I'll try to crank out Namor and Shuri later.

It all started when Aneka and Attuma were paired up as patrol buddies for a week.

It wasn't rare that they were paired off, from time to time. Neither of them minded it. Attuma appreciated the bubbly warrior. She had become something akin to a younger sister to him with time. And she had always referred to him as her brother-in-law when he and Okoye had announced their engagement.

Today's patrol, however, was interrupted by a frantic Aneka dragging him to the market to grab a few foods.

They settled at a table as she hurried to put something together in a small metal container.

"Aneka, what are you doing?" Attuma tilted his head as he watched her shape a mound of steaming mieliepap into a heart with a spoon.

"I forgot to pack Ayo lunch this morning." She murmured as her brows creased with great concentration. "I have to put something together." She hummed as she poured some hot meat stew out of a styrofoam container into the largest compartment in the metal container.

"Can't she get something?"

"She could, but I don't want her to. This is how I show my love. Although, I wish I could have made something homemade."

"Mm."

Attuma watched her place some roasted vegetables into the last compartment before she began to lay pieces of sweet plantain down to make a small heart.

She blew a kiss at the meal and smiled before placing the lid on it and packing everything else up.

"I think eating something packed with love makes it taste better." She grinned. "Just imagine if Okoye packed you something special." She offered as she got up. "I'll be back in a second." She waved before jogging off to find her wife.

Those words: Just imagine if Okoye packed you something special

Had Attuma in a chokehold for the rest of his time on patrol.

Aneka couldn't help but giggle as she watched him run off in the end.

She'd be expecting a head smack from her sister in the next few days.

"K'iin." Attuma called out as he entered her garden. She was tending to a few squash plants while M20 grazed peacefully, not too far behind her.

"Mm?"

"I patrolled with Aneka today."

"Oh? How did that go?"

He sat down beside her. "Well."

"That's it?"

"It was uneventful."

"And nothing exciting happened?" She laughed softly at his short and simple responses. She could tell something was churning in his mind.

"Aneka made Ayo something for lunch." He looked at her.

"That's nice."

"Yes. It is very nice for one to give their lover a meal made with love."

"Uh huh."

Attuma stared at her long and hard before looking down at the ground.

He pouted for three whole days before Okoye gave in and made something happen for him.

She was a phenomenal cook, thanks to her father. And although she had been married once upon a time, W'Kabi wasn't one who cared for homemade meals and surprises. She had tried it once, but he didn't even touch it. It was a waste of time and effort, and she had hardened her heart enough to never do it again.

Attuma on the other hand, was acting like the sun would fall out of the sky because he couldn't have a lunch prepared by her hands.

She would give him one now, but if he acted poorly, he would be eating vibranium and knuckle sandwiches instead.

But deep down inside, she knew he would be happy with anything she gave him.

Attuma would eat sand and drink saltwater if she served it to him.

So, she had to go above and beyond for him.

She quickly got to work when he left to start his patrol early in the morning.

Attuma was on patrol with Namora today but was settling down for lunch with her and Aj K'uk'ulkan when she found him.

He was pouting over something Namora had tossed together out of pity.

The feathered warrior enjoyed watching him sulk, but this was getting ridiculous.

Even K'uk'ulkan was worried by his sudden lack of appetite and sunken shoulders.

"In ba'ate'el." Okoye called out as she approached with a box wrapped perfectly in a sky blue patterened cloth.

He looked up at the sound of her voice, too forlorn to stand as she drew closer.

"K'iin." He huffed.

She sat down across from him before placing the wrapped box before him. "Ku méejtech uutsil." She gestured to it.

Have a nice meal?

He blinked at the box before he slowly began to undo the cloth and found a two-layered metal lunch box.

The first layer had freshly cut fruits and a small salad.

The second layer had some stewed goat served with samp and beans.

She watched him stare it all before she cursed softly under her breath, instantly catching his attention.

"I forgot to grab your drink."

"You did not."

"Huh?"

"What you have between your legs is plenty."

Namora choked on her food and K'uk'ulkan tried to stop himself from cackling as Okoye began to curse Attuma out in xhosa.

"Dios bo’otik, K'iin." He beamed when she was finally done chewing him out.

"Don't thank me. How many times do I have to tell you to stop being vulgar."

"It is not vulgar. It is honesty."

"That is not honesty."

"It is. I will please you when I am finished to show my gratitude."

"You aren't pleasing shit." She scowled. "Please me by eating the food and leaving me be."

"But I will be thirsty."

"ATTUMA!"

"Please." Namora gasped for air while her cousin pressed her rebreather on her face. "We are eating."

K'uk'ulkan laughed as he helped her. "He is in love. Do not discourage him."

Namora wheezed. "I almost died."

"You will understand when someone you love brings you food." Attuma patted her shoulder.

Namora scoffed. "There isn't a single soul bold enough to bring me food."

"Maybe if you ask the priestess, she might bring you something."

Namora's face purpled. "She would never."

"You never know." Okoye shrugged. "Although, Oni doesn't cook much. She can only cook five things and fire."

"Is Shuri any better?" K'uk'ulkan tilted his head at the warrior.

"She can cook, but it is very rare. You'd be lucky to even get a snack from her."

"Well, there's hope." He hummed.

"Very little."

"Yes, but there is hope."

Attuma was in his own little world as he started to eat his meal.

And that his how it all started.

Bloopers:

Namora when Attuma said Okoye was his drink.

Based in the Sun & the Sky AU

My thoughts:

When it was time for the twins to get their shots, Attuma was not allowed to be in the building. The first time one of the twins got poked with a needle and bursted into tears, Attuma had his hands on the poor doctor within half a heartbeat. The nurses had to get Okoye to pry him off of the dazed woman, and walk him out.

After that incident, he was forced to stay outside until everything was done. He was livid. Especially since Okoye was bawling her eyes out as she held the twins. But thankfully, he was allowed back in to comfort his family once all the shots had been given.

He was kinda pissed that he had to apologize to the doctor to be allowed back in, but he did it. (The things this man would do for his wife and sons. 🤧)

Attuma always looked forward to feeding the twins. He'd prepare a bottle of breast milk Okoye had pumped in a bag and tossed in the freezer and fed them while humming a soft tune. Once they were done, he'd burp them and hold them close on the sofa.

Then the twins would dose off, and he would feel obligated to stay still until they woke up. That typically led to him taking a nap with them.

Okoye would sometimes come home for lunch and find her husband knocked out with two tiny babies resting peacefully in his arms.

And she would take a picture every single time before placing a soft kiss on all of their heads.

Attuma was even more excited when the twins could finally start eating homemade baby food. He had been looking forward to the day they could start weening off of breast milk and enjoy the softer foods of Wakanda and Talokan.

Sure, they were a bit huffy, and the tears often made him run to the freezer to appease him, but Attuma slowly won them over with mashed up fruit and spoonfuls of thickened atole. He'd imitate dolphins and whales as he fed them and wipe their hands and mouths clean once they were done.

What he wasn't ready for was when their teeth started coming in. The wailing was endless, and all of the remedies only provided temporary relief.

He had finally settled on giving them frozen breast milk and tiny pieces of cold watermelon to soothe their aching mouths in the day. At night, he'd sing them a melody that washed away the pain. Long nights of singing led to long mornings of sleeping. Where he dropped the ball, Okoye picked it up. After a month, it became obvious that he was getting worn out.

Even he felt useless and inadequate sometimes. This was all he could do to satiate them. They despised numbing gels and would scream whenever they tried anything else. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and get an ounce of shut eye. But he loved his family too much to break down now.

Okoye could tell he was struggling and changed her working schedule to pull him out of the storm he was sitting in. He was such a kind and loving husband. He was an amazing father, too. But he was also human (although slightly mutated), and humans need breaks, too.

She'd often find him laid out in exhaustion, struggling to get a moment of peace but too stubborn to let Namora or Shuri or Aneka watch the twins. Okoye knew how much pride he took in taking care of their sons. Asking for help in his mind made him feel inadequate.

Some days, Okoye would hand the babies off to their aunties while he was sleeping. Leaving a note and a home-cooked meal on the counter, so that he could have the day to himself without any worries.

Other days, she'd put the twins down for a nap and hug him tight. She'd rub his back or brush his hair. Shower him in kisses and force him to go out and get some fresh air while she took care of the twins.

He always took care of her, so she'd take care of him. It was like they poured into one another to keep both of their cups full.

He was grateful and appreciated having such an attentive wife. And he was relieved when the tooth growing pains were over.

Attuma's heart soared when their twin sons began to walk. I mean, every milestone made him happy (minus the teething era). But this was just the cherry on top.

They both stumbled from his arms to Okoye's open ones with shaky little legs and happy giggles and squeaks of excitement.

The joy only dwindled slightly when they learned how to run and get into things. It felt like they were everywhere and getting into everything, every time he blinked or stepped away to do something.

Whenever they were getting into too much, he'd scoop them up, get one of the patterned wraps, and wear them until they dozed off.

Okoye always found it funny how their babies would fall asleep whenever he did this. She figured it had something to do with how much he did it when they were younger.

Sometimes, Okoye would doubt herself. Maybe she wasn't a phenomenal mother because the twins- aht aht. Attuma never let her finish those thoughts. He'd always kiss her and remind her that she was a good mother. And the twins solidified that when they spoke their first words.

To everyone's surprise, they boys' first word was K'iin and then Na'. Well, everyone but Attuma. Attuma had been gushing to their sons about Okoye everyday in the most wholesome of ways. Always reminding them of the mayan equivalent to each English word, Sun and Mom. Always reminding them of how amazing she was. Sometimes he'd bring them to watch Okoye spar and train with Aneka, so they could see their mother in action.

"This is how K'iin stole my heart." He whispered to the two babies settled on his lap as he sat on a bench. "The first time I met Na', she threatened to kill me and took out all of my soldiers. Then she cut my cheek." He chuckled softly at the memory as one of the twins attempted to bite his hand, and the other leaned against him drowsily. "To think we have you now. Chaac and Bast must have planned it all."

So imagine his surprise when the third word they spoke was Baba. Apparently, Okoye had been coaching them and teaching them xhosa while he was away. He didn't realize she was gushing about him too.

In short, he was all over Okoye that night, after the twins went to sleep.

Both of the twins are similar to Namor, in the sense that they are fine on land but seem to be stronger and heal faster when exposed to water. Although, they have to be exposed to water for long periods of time. They can also breathe through their skin like the god king.

This was discovered when the 3-year-old boys had fallen ill one summer. No one really knew what was wrong with them, and Okoye was panicking seeing them so lethargic. They were extremely restless and miserable, and it broke her heart seeing them like this.

Attuma asked the priest and herbalists of Talokan for assistance, and they had them bring the twins to the river.

Okoye was reluctant at first, but with a bit of assurance, she agreed. Both of their hearts nearly stopped when the twins were pulled underwater. The only reason everyone's head was still connected to their neck was the fsct the twins were flourishing. They had taken to water like fish. Apparently, they had spent too much time playing in the sun and needed more time in the water on hotter days.

Now that their parents were aware, the twins were allowed to play in the water with supervision. A few people were terrified at first because of the hammerhead sharks that would occasionally swim through. But, you know, Pakal and the squad had to come see the babies.

The twins loved Pakal. (So much that Namora made them shark plushies.) Attuma would help them pet the shark's side and watch them giggle as he nudged their floating toys.

The most curious thing was how much the shark would stay by Okoye.

Pakal had always favored Okoye to Attuma, but he seemed more restless than usual.

Almost as if he was guarding something, but Okoye would only whisper to the shark and shoo him away.

A few weeks later, Okoye shyly revealed that she was pregnant and Attuma was over the moon.

He was a little hurt she had tried to hide it, but the surprise she had thrown erased his pout.

Another bundle of joy!?!

Sign him the fuck up!

Amends and Surprises

Link to Part 5

Months had passed since their last meeting and everyone was counting down the days until their next meeting. Life had gotten unnecessarily busy with missions and unprecedented incidents, and now life was finally slowing down.

Each committee member missed the small wife worshipping community they had managed to make.

So, I decided that since I’m participating in Attoye-Week, I’d drop a snippet of the first chapter of each entry I intend on dropping for each theme as I work on them. Hopefully it’ll either get you motivated to participate or interact with the peeps who make something for this Attoye-centered creation event. 

For whatever reason, Day 6: Fairytale had my brain ready to type out every thing. So, this is the first snippet you’ll get outta me. The final draft will definitely have more added to it, so keep an eye out for when Day 6 comes around for @attoye-week!