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Last published Mon, Aug 3, 2026
This is a compilation of one-shot stories that haven't or may never make it into any of my stories. It follows scenarios that I've made up in my head about Barack and Kamala. Some of them may be based on photos, videos, and stories I've heard, but also on the figment of my imagination.
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By Public Record
One lie. Two strangers.
Let The Ashes Settle
In the quiet suburbs of South Carolina, Kamala Harris is a woman hollowed out by tragedy. A devoted mother and wife, she lost her father to the horrors of 9/11, only for history to repeat itself in the most cruel way imaginable: a plane crash that stole her husband and one of her daughters. Now, what was once a life of faith has crumbled into two years of agonizing heartbreak. She works alongside her mother and sister at their family salon, a place that should offer comfort but often becomes a stage for conflict. Next door, Barack Obama has built a different kind of world around his own sorrow. A widower himself, he has been raising his two daughters alone since his wife, Joanna, died bringing their youngest, Chicago, into the world. Freed from the need to work by a substantial inheritance, he has dedicated himself entirely to being a hands-on father, creating a stable, loving home as a sanctuary against his pain. As Kamala enters a third year of sorrow, she is slowly, painstakingly, learning to love and trust God again for the sake of her two surviving children. In the house next door, Barack navigates the quiet landscape of single fatherhood. Both are learning to let the ashes of their loved ones settle. Or are they? In the warm Carolina air, hope is not lost, but it is fragile, tested by the ghosts of their pasts and the fragile possibility of a future neither thought they would have.
Opposites Attract
Howard University, 1996 Barack Obama (19), a smooth, guarded Howard sophomore hiding childhood pain behind a campus-king swagger. Kamala Harris (18), a brilliant, painfully shy freshman armed with color-coded highlighters and homemade cookies. Barack rules campus with a smile and a promise never to stay. Kamala rules the front row with highlighters and zero interest in games. Forced together on a Torts project worth half their grade, the campus player bets his boys he'll have the church girl before the deadline. He expects easy. He gets homemade cookies, quiet library nights, and a girl who sees every crack in his armor. One cruel joke almost ends it. One plate of Miss Lorraine's fried chicken almost begins it. Between chocolate chip cookies and whispered "goodnights," two guarded hearts discover that love doesn't always leave; sometimes it waits on the third floor for someone brave enough to stop running. This story is completely fictional.
Between Distance & Silence
Between Orders and Silence is a deeply emotional story about love found in the spaces where duty ends and truth begins. Set against the relentless pressure of public service, power, and expectation, the story follows two driven people whose lives collide at the worst-and most vulnerable-moments. As careers demand loyalty, secrets fester, and past relationships refuse to stay buried, they are forced to confront not only each other, but themselves. What happens when silence feels safer than honesty? When love shows up in the middle of grief, fear, and unfinished business? This is a story about longing, mistakes, forgiveness, and the quiet choices that shape our lives behind closed doors. Because sometimes, what survives us isn't the orders we follow-but the love we were brave enough to face. ✨ Author's Note ✨ This story is a work of fanfiction created purely for entertainment and creative expression. The characters portrayed are fictionalized versions written within an imagined storyline. No disrespect, harm, or misrepresentation is intended toward any real individuals. This is simply a creative reimagining built from love of storytelling and character exploration. 🤍 Thank you for reading and supporting this journey.
The Wrong Kind of Right
Kamala Harris has the life she always wanted-or at least the life she is supposed to want. A successful law firm. A husband. A family. Then Barack Obama walks into her office. Brilliant, broke, divorced, and impossible to ignore, he is everything Kamala should not want. What begins as tension and sharp words slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Because some choices ruin everything. And some people feel like the wrong kind of right. This story is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. It is entirely fictional and is not intended to represent real events, real relationships, or the actual thoughts, actions, or lives of any public figures or individuals portrayed. Any similarities to real people or situations are purely coincidental or used in a fictionalized manner. No harm, disrespect, or offense is intended toward any person, family, organization, or community. This story is written with creative intent only.
Executive Privilege
The President. The ex-wife. The one line they swore they'd never cross again. But history has a way of tempting you twice.
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