Pretty Little Birds (Letitia Wright Fanfiction)

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Solána, Atlanta GA

"Fuck, fuck! This shit aint working"
Solána mumbled to herself as she tossed out another set of pink fabric. The sheer and silk weren't blending and she felt like ripping her own weave out. Everyday she gets seven calls, nine emails and a million texts from Angel. Solána loved her, she truly did. But god was she a god damn pain in the ass. A genius? Yea. A great designer? Obviously, the best. Sometimes Solána just wished she stop acting like a demanding crazy lady. Its already 4:30 and she needed this dress to be ready for their presentation at 8. "Im so fucked." She put her head in her hands, sitting at her station with burning tears of frustration and anguish filling her to the brim. Life was getting to her since last week at Paris fashion week, her friend was causing problems like usual, but it seemed to tick Sol off more than usual.

See, Solána was always a gentle hearted person, extremely emotional, lots of love and creativity to give to the world. But nah, fuck that..the world seemed to not want to ever give her SHIT. Its as if the universe was pulling one huge ass prank on her and just labeling it her life. She was grateful for her opportunities and success, yet she cant help but wonder why certain things happen to her. Like now, she's currently freaking out and fighting the urge to just shred the stupid dress to pieces. 'Just breathe..just think. You got this bitch, nobody is better than you.' Scoffing at her slightly toxic thoughts she glanced around her own room praying for a spark of inspiration.

Her room was perfection in her eyes. It was pink, specifically Heavenly Pink. It was covered in royal-esque decor and had a soft coquette vintage glow to it. It was beautiful in contrast to her sepia brown skin tone. She was always told she was a princess, and honestly she fucking believed it. She wasn't cocky by any means, but she definitely knew she was beautiful. That's why her entire radiance was full of pink and she carried herself with a sense of regality. Yet, at the moment you could hardly tell. Her hair was a mess, loose curls falling and pointing in every direction, tired and dark eyes blankly staring at the dress she was supposed to have finished by now. It was also pink, and you'd think she'd be head over heels for it. Yet, the shade of baby pink made her stomach churn. It was revolting to her, close to her favorite pink yet so disgustingly far away. Taking another glance around her desk station she grabbed some ribbon. "Im sorry Ange..but this project is gonna either fuck me up or fuck us both up."

Solána then started cutting pieces off the dress, making a slit into the right side. It was already short, thin and slightly see through. If its gonna be ugly she might as well make it a little risky right..? Solána bit her lips in pure anxiety as the realization of what she did dawned on her. She couldn't believe she was even doing this. 4 years ago she would've never thought of straying from a specific design, even if it was hideous. She had too much fear. Now though, she's a grown woman and already a well established designer in the industry. Even if she works under her 'friend', she got amazing pay and got to travel the world and make clothing. She was doing what she loved, but at some point you just get tired of all the shit. Crappy designs, your 'friend' barely remembering you are friends and being treated like some retail worker. She had real ideas, and real talent. No matter how renown she was..it just wasn't authentic enough. She never wanted to seem selfish but 'her' designs were never really hers.

As she finished sewing together the last piece of ribbon along the waistline of the dress she awed at her work. It took a true artist to make something somewhat beautiful out of that mess that was created earlier. She knew she was going to get a lot of reprimanding for this stunt, but she didn't care. She could go and take up that Versace deal. Her heart though, is too fragile and loving to betray Angel. Even if she is a little narcissistic. Glancing at the clock with her tired doe eyes she yawned, her lashes getting a little stuck from the sleep and watering from her eyes. It was about 5:07 now. She had just enough time for a power name as the sun rose. Smiling at the view outside her window she fell asleep with the comfort of the sun. El Sol.

Letitia, Puerto Rico

Letitia was always an extroverted person, her aura just gave off confidence and swag. Yet for some reason she felt like being alone today. The filming for Wakanda Forever was finally wrapping up and you'd think she be happy, the parkour definitely takes a toll on her body but for some odd reason she felt melancholy. The days seemed to move by too fast. After the loss of Chadwick and her insanely emotional connection to Shuri, lately she'd just been feeling pain. Aches out of nowhere in her heart. She just couldn't understand why, she had a job to do and grieving would have to wait.

It'd already been some time anyway..or at least that's what she'd kept repeating to herself. Closing her eyes she sighed, shaking her curls with a smile. One thing she absolutely loved was her hairstyles and freedom of expression with her costuming. She didn't have 100% control over it but she had enough to feel comfortable and safe. The Black Panther suit was a little tight though. She didn't mind as long as she got to relish her character a little bit longer.

"Tish! Tish, cmon girl. I've been screeching your name for over 2 minutes. What the hell is going on in that mind?" Danai lightheartedly laughed at Lupita's remark. Snapping out of it she smirked a little, shaking her head and glancing around.
"Oh come on now, dont give me those looks, I was getting into character." She chuckled, saying the last phrase in Shuri's voice. Shuri was her first true love, in an artists eyes their character is apart of them as they are apart of their character. It was beautiful honestly and Letitia saw herself in Shuri.

Hopping out of her chair and putting on her mask she felt the silence coming in. The void, she'd like to call it. It was when she was on camera, she blocked the world out. It was just her and her scene partner, making realistic reactions and pouring her soul out. Its as if she never rehearsed lines in her life, the way the words flowed so naturally and the emotion seeped out of her like a broken faucet. She loved her job. Only coming out of the void when her co-partner had first. She was an artist at its core. Truly God's Gift. She took off her mask, sweating a bit as she smiled at Lupita, they had shot their scene perfectly. But even so, everyone's laughter seemed to be muffled as she went into her corner. It's at times like this where she resembled Scotty. Truly, she kept a piece of her characters with her.

Her sudden introverted demeanor caused some worried glances her way. Everyone turned to Lupita, they were the closest after all. She currently was talking to the director about improving her solo scene, she'd been struggling a minor amount with the swimming. Next best bet was Winston, and he just smiled cheekily and opened up his instagram. "I know the perfect remedy." He whispered and Danai had to sigh at this sight, knowing it couldn't have been anything good.

"Ay, Don't show her that girls profile again, you saw her at Paris fashion week with another woman. We all did. It may ruin her mood." Dominique had to hold in her scoff, knowing if she showed her dislike for Solána White's so called "significant other" she'd get an earful about how it was rude and blah blah blah. Recently Solána had been seen in public with someone other than Angel Chen. Someone that fit her type that's for sure. She was publicly out and was proud about it. Not many seemed to care, at least not until she was seen with Summer Marjani Walker. A girl who's been in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. She was a pretty decent actress. Being in a few hit shows and blockbuster movies. Leaving her thoughts Danai glared at Winston as he strided over to where Letitia sat in the corner. Always being the logical one Danai had to at least try to stop him, knowing Dominique would only watch the chaos unravel. And though deep, deep down inside Danai and everyone else who knew Letitia, knew she wouldn't hesitate to jump in front of a bullet train for this woman. Solána White. El Sol.

1535 words!!!
Not much, but its a start. I haven't written in actual years so Im gonna take it easy lmao. Just wanna give some scene settings and background for the first chapter. Please lmk what you think of this chapter, im sooo open to ideas and criticism 🫶🏽 Also...what do yall think Summer did to get bad rep 😰